Ian Mickey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said in a playful voice, causing Vic to smirk at him over her shoulder. “Actually a shower would be great, but Max I don’t know if I’m up for-,” Max stopped Vic by rushing toward her and cupping her face with one warm hand, “hey, no funny business I promise, I just want to take care of you baby, call it me putting a Band-Aid on the booboo Ro-Ro gave you,” he quipped and Vic gave him a crooked smile, “does he know you have like twenty pet names for him,” she asked and then paused as her brain caught up with the information Max had given her last night. “You called him Mickey,” she accused, and Max sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, “I will make you a deal, let me wash you no funny b

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Johnson. We haven't been officially introduced, but I've heard a lot about you from my father—." Mickey glanced down at my hand then lifted a menacing look at me, his droopy eyes filled with a certain craziness that creeps me out. "I don't give a fucks about your father, pretty thing. But I’d fuck a bitch with purple eyes….” He lingered at my breasts for a sickening while then looked up at my irked face. “But I’ve more important things to do right now." And he snapped his fingers. Before I could react, two strong arms clamped my elbows like thick iron chains and hoisted me closer to Mickey.

I couldn't take the taunts much longer, as I finally got to the door and took a sudden pass. I took a short breath inwards and then turned to face him, my eyes fully showing my displeasure of his presence with me, “Okay, that's it? Just what do you want, Mickey, I thought you were just there flirting with my sister, huh?” “Well, yes I was, but she has something to attend to now and I thought you would be much happier to hear that I'm not with her anymore right now, or do you now accept me flirting with her,” his smirk grew larger right in his face as he asked.

“You should smile more, Mommy. You’re pretty when you smile.” Before I went to bed, Derrick's text came in. “Thank you for honoring my invitation, Mickey. It meant a lot to me and to Tom. I will definitely do this with you again and again. I wish my wishes come true, my dear Mickey.” I stared at the message for a long time before putting my phone away, I realized something had shifted. For the first time in years, I could see another man in my future.

he yells, but she ducks inside the changing room quickly, taking sanctuary. Mikey sighs, hanging his head, but then he looks up, his expression changing to anger as he stomps toward my office on a mission. He barges inside, closing the door with force behind him, “Damnit, Damon!” he shouts as he paces the small space. “Why did you do that? Why did you get inside my head? I have never had any issue ever being with a girl. Or putting on my moves, but this! WHY!” he repeats himself as he glares at me. I hide my smirk- this was my plan all along. I wanted to plant seeds of doubt, but then I curse myself! STOP meddling, Damon!

Danielle smirked and my face turned as hot as red pepper. What was he up to now ? “I swear I will run away if you pound that mighty thing of yours, up my sore peach again,” I tried to come out as stern, failing miserably however, because Micalo- the pain in the ass kept sending fvcking l*wd images in my mind. “Look ! How we look under mate when his fingers are knuckle deep inside us along with his hot rod,” Micalo blew out his cheeks as if too flustered by the mere thought and fanned himself.

She suggested “No, Miykal. Thanks but no. I’ll fix things myself” She was about to say something when a lanky guy walked up to us with a huge smile on his face, staring at my direction. Okay brother, hold your horses. “Hey Mikky,” He said, waving at Miykal. Mikky! Where is this guy from? The 18th century?. That’s a total turn off, sweetie. I looked at Miykal to see that she was blushing. Oh no! This guy might look good and handsome but I thought Miykal’s taste in men exceeded country side bumpkins.

I looked up to see Micca standing there with a glare on his face. His eyes are shiny lime green with flecks of silver. I had always believed they were identical. They aren't. Miles is slightly taller. His demeanor shouts bad boy. Micca is the complete opposite. His blue and white high tops go perfectly with his dark-fitted jeans, tight only where it counts. The blue t-shirt reads "Home is Where The Paws Are" with the outline of a dog around it. He had taken his time with his hair and the black hoodie makes me want to hug him. If I didn't know who he really was under his stupid mask. "Can you see me now?" he asks. I laugh. His smile drops and he stares at me like he's seen a ghost.

“No, sir, no sir, no sir. You are staying right here with me.” “I wanna be with Mickey Mouse!” Jersey yells. “I wanna be with Mickey Mouse! Let me go! Let me go, asshole!”

Another replied. “Eh hem!” Marco faked clearing his throat, causing the room to go silent. “This is not wat you should be focused on…….. But now I totally get why the boss is in love with Miss Etoundi.” He finally let the smile through and a chuckle followed. The room eased up again.