Mickey Garcia - Blog Posts

I hope I'm in your dreams (The way you are in all of my mine) - m.g.

Synopsis: Fanboy tends to drift to the background, happy to let Rooster and Phoenix shine in attention. But maybe he's found a place to shine. Tags: NSFT, alcohol, unprotected sex (Don't do this!), penetrative sex, creampie, implied cum eating, sappy emotions, dumb stupid ending lmao but to me its funny Word Count: 1.5k AN: umm I like Fanboy and uhhh wish he had more screen time LMAO

Mickey Garcia is used to being in the background. 

Not to the extent of Bob, who sits quietly, observing everything all the time. But Mickey plays a backup role within the Dagger squad. He’s not sure when he realized it. Somewhere between following Phoenix around, laughing at Roosters antics or, hell, sitting behind Payback in the fucking plane. 

And Mickey doesn’t mind per se. He truly doesn’t it. He loves his friends and he loves what he does. He clicks with them, they each have a role to play. 

And he does well enough for himself when it comes to romancing someone. Nowhere near as well as Hangman or Rooster, but as much as they attract attention, he’s a witness to the inevitable times they crash and burn, a loyal first responder to the wreckage.

He’s happy where he is. 

But dear god you have to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. 

And as Mickey watches you raise your eyebrow at Jake, unimpressed by his antics, and he rethinks his place in the background. No, Mickey Garcia is going to woo you. 

As soon as he works up the nerve. 

Which is hard when you keep sending him cute little smiles, circling the rim of your glass with your finger, and- oh god why are you touching his arm? 

It’s been two weeks of back and forth antics, that ultimately end with him running away to the bar, or hiding outside to “catch some air.”

Bob thinks it's cause he really likes you, more than the random hookups he’s had in the past. Mickey had brushed it off at the time, but right now, watching you laugh at Coyote’s dumb joke has his blood boiling. 

“Just ask her out, man.” Reuben’s voice cuts through the chaos of Mickey’s mind. He's good like that, able to pull him out of his head when he overthinks.

But right now Mickey just takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowed at Payback. His pilot holds his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying she’s clearly into you. Despite you fumbling the bag easily 3 different times.” 

“Shut up, Payback,” Mickey groans ignoring his embarrassment and taking another drink.

A warm hand slaps his back, and he sputters. 

“Better slow down on the beers, Fanboy. You may lose another chance to ask her out,” Rooster crows into his ear, a little too loudly. 

“Shut up!” Mickey repeats, praying to god you didn’t hear. Rooster laughs loudly, slapping his back again, and Mickey smiles at his own misfortune, wondering what’s wrong with himself. 

“Did I hear Mickey had too much to drink?” you call out, voice ringing out above the noise.

Fuck.

“Well, I certainly don’t mind taking you home. You and Payback still in that Navy house off base?” And Mickey just blinks up at you dumbly, wondering if you’re lips are as soft as they look.

“Yeah, we’re still there! I’ve got plans tonight, so I can’t take him home. Thanks so much.” Mickey's torn between thanking Reuben and strangling him, but you just smile, before gently tugging on his arm. 

“Let’s get you home, handsome.” 

The car ride is silent, and Mickey keeps glancing at you nervously. 

He’s a naval flight officer and a TOPGUN program graduate. His palms should not be sweating because of a random civilian who’s wormed her way into his friend group. 

But you look so pretty as the moon streams in through the window. 

“I’m not drunk,” he blurts out, and he winces when the car jerks slightly at his outburst. But you snort, rolling your eyes. 

“I know Mickey. I just wanted to spend some time with you alone, and it seemed like you wanted to get out of there.” 

“Oh.”

You hum in acknowledgment before shooting him a sly glance. 

“Now I’ll be a perfect gentleman, so don’t worry about me damaging your honor.”

He smiles at that, relaxing into his seat, and he tries to ignore the way your fingers ghost against each other on top of the armrest console. 

Mickey’s almost sad when you pull into the driveway of the shitty Navy housing he and Payback managed to score.

But then he realizes, one, he’s not actually drunk, two, you like him, and three, you want to be alone with him. And something clicks in his mind.

“Do you wanna come inside?” 

And you smile at him so prettily that his heart skips a beat.

“Why Lieutenant, I thought you’d never ask.”

____

He hisses, sliding his cock through your folds, bumping the pearl of your clit. A small whine escapes your throat, hips bucking against him, trying to coax him inside. 

He watches your face as he continues to thrust like this, grazing your clit, soaking his cock. Mickey’s wanted you splayed out like this for him since the moment he first saw you, desire only increasing as he’s gotten to know you. He’s not going to rush this, no, Mickey wants you to remember this, him. Wants you to want him the way he wants you. 

“Mickey,” you cry out, pulling him from his thoughts, bringing him back to this moment. “Mickey, please. Please don’t make me wait anymore.” 

He coos at your begging, thumb sweeping away the tears that barely gather at the corner of your eyes. 

“Yea, baby? You’ve been so good for me, letting me take my time with you.” You nod, lips pursing in a pout as he leans forward to kiss them. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Give you what you need.” 

You smile against his lips, reaching a hand down to keep your pussy open for him. He hums, drawing back to watch, as his cock finally slips inside you. 

Mickey shivers, hissing at the warmth of your cunt as he slowly fills you. Holy fucking shit. 

Your hands lurch out, nails digging into his forearms. “Mickey! Shit.” He sighs, chest feeling empty as you clench around him. One of his hands grips your waist tightly, and his other hand wrangles one of yours, threading your fingers together.

“You feel so good, baby. Gonna move now,” he chokes out. You nod, squeezing his hand. 

Mickey draws back slowly, eyes nearly rolling back at the way you tighten around him as if you want him to stay inside. 

“Holy shit,” he mutters as he pushes back in. “You’re so wet for me, huh?” You nod, rocking your hips against him as his rhythm increases. 

“Yea,” you pant. “Been wanting you to fuck me for weeks, Lieutenant.” He groans, dropping to his forearms to kiss you. It’s messy, his tongue entering your mouth, as you gasp against him. His chest presses against yours, and you free your hands, only to anchor them on his back, nails dragging against his skin. 

The room fills with the wet sound of your arousal the smack of skin against skin. His bed creaks beneath you as his hips press you into the mattress. It’s lewd and makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.

He feels so good, so warm, surrounding you and filling you so sweetly. Your hips rock in time with his thrusts, and you shut your eyes, overwhelmed with a white-hot sensation that makes your toes curl.

Mickey inhales deeply, enraptured by you, the way your body moves beneath. So responsive, so sensitive... Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes he'd do anything to keep you happy, keep you safe.

There's a telltale twitch in his abdomen, and he frowns; he wishes he could last longer, but it's too much. You feel so good, the way you tighten around him like you want him to finish. But Mickey Garcia wants you to cum around his cock. Earlier on his fingers wasn't enough, he needs to feel it.

“God, you feel so good,” he mutters into your skin, leaving kisses as he trails down your neck. “Such a good girl for me.” 

You preen under his attention, shivering under his touch. “Wanted you so bad, Mickey. Kept touching myself, pretending it was you,” you confess, feeling drunk from the way he's fucking you. 

“Oh fuck.” Mickey’s cock twitches inside you, and his brain is flooded with images of you writhing on a bad, fingers shoved in your cunt, wanting him there. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. Never leaving you empty again.” 

“Mickey, I’m close,” you whine, almost embarrassed at how desperate you are, but you can’t find it in you to care, not when Mickey’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes, his hips continuously crashing into yours. 

“I know, baby,” he whispers, and he manages to force his hand where your bodies meet, a thick finger swirling against your clit. You whine, jaw clenching as your body tenses, your pussy feeling molten as Mickey continues to fuck into you. 

It’s intense, more intense than normal, the pressure feeling monumental, and you cry out, writhing against the bed, as you cum around his cock. It feels so good, a release you've been craving for weeks.

Mickey groans, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you pulsing around him, and his core flexes, as he finally lets your warm cunt milk him for what he’s worth. 

You stay tense around him, thighs clenched at his waist, arms grappled around his torso. 

It's with soft words and gentle hands that Mickey unwraps you, pressing sweet kisses on your face. He gently removes his softening cock, soothing you with kisses as you hiss at the discomfort. 

You’re completely fucked out, chest heaving as your eyes shut. Mickey watches you with fondness and a deep ache in his heart. And something in his gut stirs. Slowly, as if not to spook you, he leaves a trail of kisses down your sweaty body, and he finds himself between your thighs. 

“Mickey?” you ask shakily, blinding reaching to pet his hair. He nuzzles into the plushness of your flesh, thumbs gently pulling your fucked out cunt apart, and he watches as his cum trickles out of you. Fuck.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Please, gotta taste us.” You whine, propping yourself up to watch him, and he grins at you, something in it shys on the side of arrogance, but it makes your heart stutter. 

As your moans fill the air, Mickey hums against your cunt. 

Everyone has their spot, a role to fill, and he now knows without a doubt, that he was made to be in-between your legs. 

IM LITERALLY GOING SO FERAL OVER THEM WTF I NEED THIS ASAP

taking nsfw polaroids with the dagger squad

Warnings: afab!reader implied, mentions of female body parts, mentions of sex/sexy times. the race & body type of the reader is not implied & is meant to be open to interpretation! as a plus-sized woman myself, I tried to imagine myself in the reader's position, so I did my best to keep the verbiage in regards to that as neutral as possible. there's swearing, possessiveness, spit kink, borderline almost choking?, real nasty stuff. any of the links that are included to show pictures WILL be genuinely nsfw, so please proceed with caution. let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1828 words of deliciously sinful content

A/N: no minors or ageless blogs allowed! I will not hesitate to block you. this is so incredibly self-indulgent & I will make absolutely no apologies about it lmao. please be kind as this is one of the first things I've written since like 2016 and one of the first spicy/smut-adjacent things I've ever written. has this idea been done before? it's entirely possible. but that's the great thing about this chaotic internet space, we all have our own interpretations of things. also at this time I will not be taking requests as this is just something random that I decided to share. maybe in the future I might, but for now, only when inspiration strikes. you are more than welcome to stop by my inbox to share whatever you want though! I will be writing accompanying blurbs to some (maybe all??) of these hcs for the "favorite shots" and those will come when they come 😏 (pun not completely intended, but welcomed nonetheless) here is the accompanying inspo moodboard for these!

so with that being said, enjoy you filthy animals & let me know what you think!

be kind & be well 💗

Javy/Coyote

let's be real, Javy is the most fun and playful when it comes to this

when you first suggest it to him he's like "oh shit baby, for real?"

will 100% drive around town to stock up on polaroid film because he is so stoked y'all are doing this

and you can't help but giggle at how he's almost literally vibrating in line at Best Buy

"babydoll it's on my sexy bucket list!" "Javy shhh there's children here" "if I'm quiet, can we do this as soon as we get home pleaaaaase"

it's hard to say no to him, so you playfully roll your eyes and say yes

he has a specific pose in mind for you, so once you're done with the last stop for film, he swings by the makeup store to grab something & has you stay in the car

he's spent enough time shopping with you & his cousins & mom to know exactly where to go, so he's in and out within 10 minutes

it's a tube of dark cherry red lipstick and you just look at him and it clicks

his ultimate favorite polaroid of you isn't even one of you bare ass naked (although those are pretty good contenders)

nah it's the one of you suggestively licking a lollipop, that dark cherry red lipstick on, pushing your lace-covered tits up in your face, leaning towards the camera and making eye contact

he can never truly look at the jar of lollipops Penny keeps next to the register at The Hard Deck, the same way ever again without getting hard

jokes on Javy, he essentially Pavlov'ed himself

definitely into pin-up girl poses as well, but a lot less clothing

the man loves a good prop (they are teammates, not the enemy. take that as you will 😏)

Jake/Hangman

he gets so fucking smug when you bring it up one night while you're laying in bed

"Oh you're going to miss this cock so much, you want a picture to remind you of how full and wrecked it makes you feel, don't ya sweetheart" "Shut up Jake, you know you'll miss this pussy just as much when I'm not around. So wet and oh god, oh so needy for you" fake moaning to really sell the silliness of it all

he has so many of you in different poses, but his absolute favorite? definitely the one of you sitting in his big leather office chair, legs spread and hanging over the sides, heels on (but out of frame), that big ole engagement ring on your finger that he gave you a few short weeks ago, that same hand is sliding towards your center, gently crazing your clit and your other hand squeezing your breast

this man is possessive, so seeing you, his fiancée touching his pussy? he's done for. that picture has gotten some serious mileage on nights apart & he always calls you when he can and you just know what's about to happen phone sex duh

I think the entire fandom has made it well known that Jake is a Navy man, born and bred, so you know he's got to have a military-inspired shot

something a little bit like this (with you saluting & wearing his dog tags) that he begs you to keep at his desk, but you don't want to run the risk of his nieces or nephews seeing your bare tits when they come to visit

so you compromise and let him keep it at his bedside table

Mickey/Fanboy

He's so much like Javy in the sense that he is absolutely buzzing with excitement over this

You both have shared a fair amount of nudes with each other (carefully of course) and so now having a physical copy? Mickey almost cums in his pants at the thought

Now he is not a particularly handsy guy outside of the bedroom. He likes holding your hand and will slide a sly hand in your back pocket every once in a while

In the bedroom though?

His hands are alllllll over you

I'm talking like, caressing your thighs as he goes to tease a finger at your entrance, squeezing your boobs & tweaking your nipples to hear you whine and moan, gripping your hips so hard as he's thrusting into you

so that means his favorite polaroids are ones with his hands in them

He's hitting it from behind? his hands are grabbing a handful of of your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a good shot of his cock deep inside you

He'll have his hand around your throat, a thumb in your gasping mouth

very much likes it when you return the favor and have your hand around his throat, knowing he's at your mercy

or even one with your hand wrapped around his cock, pressing it up against his toned abs, precum leaking from the tip

Bradley/Rooster

As cliché as it is, you know this man is driven wild at the thought of you wearing any one of his Hawaiian/Tropical shirts

regardless of if the Navy stopped issuing dog tags or not, he finds a way to have a set just like his dad's with his own info on them

which leads us to the fun stuff

Rooster's favorite shot is one of you on your knees, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and the dog tag replicas

he has you keep your hands to yourself, mouth open and waiting, while he jerks off and cums on your face

breathless, he snaps the first picture, but then takes his thumb, swirling his cum over your lips and into your mouth

he thinks he might cum again right then & there

very much likes the idea of a beer poster adjacent polaroid as well

finds a way to get you, with your legs spread sitting on the open tailgate of the Bronco, yet again wearing nothing but that shirt and those damn dog tags

basically likes to see you wet & messy in his clothes

will tuck his polaroids away in a corner of his own little home shop, far away from prying eyes

he learned the hard way when Jake came over to help work on something and he found a polaroid of you, ass up, lacy thong in view, hidden in his tool box

that is something they never speak of, but when Jake's partner sends a bottle of wine & flowers, Rooster knows what happened and leaves it at that

Reuben/Payback

with Reuben, I feel like he's not super into it like the rest of the squad, but he's not, not into ya know?

why have a picture when he can have the real thing

but when he can't, he will 100000% indulge

maybe for your birthday or an anniversary, or whatever thing it is your celebrating, he will do whatever to make you happy

he likes more of the "classy"/artistic shots, but that doesn't mean that they're not sexy as hell

BIG fan of when you wear his dress shirts as you're getting ready for an event or a night out especially if you haven't put on your lingerie yet

you'll be a big tease and bend over and wiggle your ass at him

"take a picture it'll last longer" "don't mind if I do, hold that pose for me"

definitely plays with shadows a lot

really likes when your silhouette shows off your nipples

you'll be laying in bed, still naked from the night before, your hair is a mess

but Reuben thinks you're the most stunning being to set foot on this earth

so when he sees you stirring from a deep sleep, he grabs the polaroid camera from the bedside table, and pulls the sheets off your chest, nipples perking up at the cold as you let out a whimper (another favorite of his)

Natasha/Phoenix

she's truly something else

when you're one of the only women in a male-dominated field, you get real fucking tough & are immediately a bad ass no matter what

and I think that translates into almost all aspects of her life, but she doesn't let it change her too much as a person ya know?

in the bedroom though? oooof

now this may be controversial, but she was the first person out of the entire squad I thought of, when it came to mind, but bear with me here

she spits on your face and/or in your mouth

don't ask me why or how, she just does and my god you both get off on it

maybe it's a dominance thing or marking you as hers but it's hot

the first time she takes a polaroid after spitting in your mouth, she has you stick your tongue out, let your now mixed saliva drip off your tongue

you looked so dumb and fucked out and blissful and she LOVES it

she's a BIG fan of marking you

whether it's leaving lipstick marks all over your chest or hickeys instead

but spit on your face AND hickeys all over your chest? double-fucking whammy you're both going another couple rounds after those pictures finish developing

her stash of polaroids are tucked in her pocket because who the fuck would dare to go snooping in Nat's stuff??? (not Jake because he knows now to ask for a pen, instead of looking for it)

may have a few shots of you using toys on each other but that's a story for a different day

Bob

Oh darling Bob, Bobby, Robby, Bobert

now he's the wild card of the entire sqaud in my opinion & I feel like he could go either way

I could see him being very meek and nervous about taking nudes of you

like even though they're physical copies & there's no chance of them ending up on the internet, he doesn't want to take advantage of you, ya know? (We stan an absolutely respectful King)

But then...

I truly could see him being the raunchiest fucker out of 'em all

I'm talking like shots of his cock in your mouth, drool dribbling out the sides, your mascara running down your cheeks

There's some of him eating you out, glasses askew & fogging up, eyes blown wide and black, staring you down while he is doing his damn best to get you to cum so hard you forget everything but the feel of his mouth on your cunt

maybe one day he's on leave long enough to grow just the right amount of stubble

so after date night & he's just eaten you out within an inch of your life, he takes a polaroid of your dripping cunt, a mixture of your cum staining the sheets, your thighs red and raw from the baby beard he's growing

but because Bob is Bob, he takes such good care of you afterwards though and is constantly checking in, making sure you were okay with all the pictures he took

we are Team Bob Fucks here at mxgyver dot tumblr dot com thank you very much

tagging some tgm pals that might be interested!: @rae-gar-targaryen, @withahappyrefrain, @rhettabbotts, @theharddeck, @bioodforbiood, @ellariasand, @fidogo, @hangmanbrainrot, @fanboygarcia

a/n #2: woooow y'all that was... something. if you've made it this far, thank you for reading & thank you for indulging in this! I was very nervous to post this, but we're going into 2023 with the mindset of don't think, just do!

this is a lil thot here but excuse you the breeding kink and baby fever go brrr.. anyways imagine mickey like finding out you want kids and then going FERAL. i just- that image in my head is one i am PROUD of creating

But it is an IMPORTANT thot. This awakened something, I think. A lil nsfwish so 18+, and there's a cut. (Reference to their conversation about what they'd name their kids from "swallow you like sunshine") ahoy, ahoy this became a whole thing --

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so deep in love with you (baby love) [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!civilian!reader, aka “cielo”]

Word Count: 1.3k (always a nerd, never a blurb) of nerves, honey-sweetness, and the eternity of love’s promise

Warnings: hints of smut, fingering, breeding kink (obvi) and comeplay. mildest of mild hints of choking. 18+, please.

Why were you so nervous?

No, seriously, why were you nervous? You and Mickey had had this conversation before. There was no reason for you to be this anxious, sitting silently during the dinner he had made for you, twirling spaghetti around your fork endlessly.

If Mickey found your silence disquieting, he had the good grace not to say anything, eyeing you with those bourbon-honey swirled eyes of his that drove you absolutely crazy.

You could do this. This is Mickey you were talking to. Mickey, who had stood in front of the censor so the sliding door at the grocery store stayed open while you tried not to slip in a puddle on your way in. Mickey, who wraps his hands around you and puts them in the pouch pocket of your hoodie while you wait for movie tickets. Mickey, who brought you coffee in bed this morning. Mickey, who plays with Bob's kids, talks to them like they're adults, and excitedly talks too fast when he spills to you all the new facts he's learned about cuttlefish after spending an afternoon with them.

You could tell him this.

"Ehm," you cleared your throat, putting down your fork that had a veritable hive of spaghetti twirled to the end of it by now. "M?" You ventured, waiting for his eyes to meet yours across the table before continuing.

"Yeah, Cielo?" He must sense your nerves. He put his fork down, too, waiting patiently for you to continue.

You cast your eyes down the smear of red sauce across your plate that looked vaguely like a bloated bear before, murmuring,

"Ithinkimreadytotry," you rushed.

Mickey cocked his head to the side, eyes swimming with questions, "Sorry?" He asked.

"I think," you exhaled, tilting your jaw to boldly (in your opinion) meet your husband's eye. "I think I'm ready? To start, you know, trying? Only if you are, I mean, I know you leave again soon, so we don't have a ton of time, and it doesn't have to be now, but I'm ready if you're ready and I just wanna have a baby with you, if that's cool--" you rambled, cutting yourself off when you saw Mickey's eyes widen, his hand reaching over the table to press his finger gently over your lips, rendering you silent.

"Baby," he chuckled. "A baby?"

You nodded, slumping back in your seat, deflated, at the toll your rant had taken on your body.

Mickey eyed you again, seemingly not eager to respond.

He nods, pushing his chair back and standing up, making his way around the table and over to you.

"So," he reaches for you, beckoning you up from your seat with the gentle tug of his warm arm around your waist. "Which one do we try for first, hm?" He asks as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, lips trailing the thrumming pulse along the column of your throat. "Vero or Valencia, boy or girl?"

Without giving you a chance to respond, Mickey hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you through the threshold to the living room, gently depositing you on the couch. You gasped at the feel of his fingers tugging at the waistband of your leggings, seemingly perpetually warm, something that emanates from him, tried and true.

And Mickey barely lets you get a word in edgewise, as you open your mouth to respond, he fuses his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as his fingers continue to tug your leggings down your legs.

Like a heatwave on a summer's day, Mickey had overwhelmed you, sunshine and molten gold, his hips now rolling into yours on the couch.

"W-wait," you pushed his shoulders, his lips separating from yours, flushed, kiss-bitten, and honeyed. "Now?!"

"You just gave this whole spiel about how we don't have a ton of time," Mickey reasoned, his fingers trailing to your waist as he rolled his hips into yours again, causing you to buck at the feel of him through his sweatpants. "Why not now?"

"M!" You swatted his bicep lightly with the back of your hand, "I haven't showered today. I'm wearing ratty old leggings, for god's sake. I look a mess!"

Mickey hmm'd, a purring little hum of dissent lodged in his throat, like a perpetually displeased jungle cat.

"Agree to disagree, amor," he eyed you as though you were the meal he had been enjoying moments ago.

"First of all," he presses a kiss to your throat, one hand coming up to follow it, fingers lightly wrapping their way around your neck as he feels the effect he has on you in the blood rushing through your veins, beneath his fingers, heated and heady. "You aren't wearing your leggings ... Anymore."

He presses a kiss to your lips, following the gentle gesture with an intentional scraping of teeth, a little bite to his bark.

"Second of all," his other hand at your waist now slips between you to feel the now-soaked lace at the very center of you, plucking it aside to allow him to stroke the seam of your cunt, his touch causing your lips to part in a gasp, your eyes to flutter closed. "You look hot as fuck. Always do."

With that, Mickey slips a finger inside of you, pleased at the feel of your heated walls around him as he plays you to an unheard rhythm, rolling his thumb over your clit. Eagerly swallowing your breathy little moans as he kisses you through his attentions.

"M'gonna fuck you, Cielo," he murmurs, the heat of his body leaving yours as he rocks back on the couch to shuck his sweatpants down. "Gonna give you a baby. Gonna make you come first, though..."

"I want that," you sigh, twining your fingers through the curls you know will be shorn once he leaves, eager to tug, eager to capitalize. Eager to make him yours. "Want everything with you."

...

Later in the night, Mickey takes in the serenity of your features bathed in the white-blue glow of the television as you two take in "The Empire Strikes Back" with unseeing eyes, exhausted and high off of each other. He had put on the movie and grabbed you a chocolate bar after round ... Three, was it?

And he didn't know if it would take right away, really. But he was hell-bent on trying, having fucked you into the couch until you'd forgotten your own name, pushing his release back into you when he had withdrawn, fingers gently sweeping along your opening to urge you through another orgasm, while keeping his spend inside of you.

Now, he's admiring you, the curve of your waist. Imagining the way your stomach will swell someday, the genesis of your collective devotion.

So, really, he doesn't know what compels him to tell you, but he says it anyway --

"You know," your eyes meet his at his words, lips curled in a sweet, sleepy smile, encouraging him to continue. "If you get pregnant this year, Javy owes Payback twenty bucks."

"Excuse me, what?!" You cock an eyebrow at him, seated on your elbows the better to take in what your husband had just said.

"Ehm, yeah," Mickey was sheepish now, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "They were teasing, you know how they are... And, well, I know that I've got it in me, so really, I don't know what they were trying to imply. Just giving me shit, I think."

You put your hand up to silence your husband, biting back a chuckle as you clarify,

"M, do you mean to tell me you wagered with your co-workers about how soon you could knock me up?"

And Mickey, expert at reading you though be was, was grasping to tell whether you were amused or upset. It's a fine line to walk, sometimes, truly...

"Uh, yeah, I guess I did..." He trailed off, glancing at you with apologetic doe eyes.

A laugh bubbled from your lips, a tipsy little thing, telling champagne bubbles as you laughed at your husband's ridiculous antics, tugging him toward you, and pressing your lips to his.

"Claro. C'mon then, daddy," you murmur, kissing him with each word. "We've gotta get Reuben that money."

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tagging some fanboy girlies (so sorry): @joaquinwhorres @withahappyrefrain @thegirlwhowritesfics  @clints-lucky-arrow @inklore @phoenixhalliwell @ohmagawd-life @moonlight-prose  @levylovegood @thatredheadwriter @zombieaurora @shadeds-library @writercole @ijustwantedplums @justalonelyslytherin @gretagerwigsmuse @fanboysfangirl @siriusfahey @the-navistar-carol @jadore-andor @fanboygarcia @lavenderluna10 @thedaredevilsgirl @fluffyprettykitty @mickeyluvs @mothdruid  @maxmayfield @eagerforthesky @callmemana @mxgyver  @andrewrussgarfield @bioodforbiood  @the-purity-pen @luxuryberzatto @liz-allyn

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I just wanna say.. Bob “Sentry” Reynolds and Joaquin Torres and Lt. Robert “Bob” Floyd and Lt. Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia. They’re the same dude I’m ngl. Okay not the exact same. But they’re awful similar. Kinda fucks ngl