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If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

Mickey, but I do want to write one from Ian’s pov because holy balls that would be fun.

What was your favourite scene to write?

Pretty much any of the dialogue. There’s such a different vibe to this Ian and Mickey while still (hopefully) keeping them in character, and it was fun to explore the banter I usually write with a side of hatred, kink, and dom/sub

How did you come up with the title?

What title? Lmao

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

“That’s not a knife, this is a knife”. The thing about this reference, though, is it was suggested to me by someone who was probably referring to Crocodile Dundee, obviously. But my brain replied with “that’s not a knife, that’s a spoon” … obviously.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

I struggled with not wanting to disappoint, I guess. Hitmen au became a huge part of my kinktober, and I got it into my head that each new one I posted had to be better/hotter/more fucked up than the last. And I don’t think I did overcome this because I still feel that way about any I write in the future.

Favourite line in the story?

From part one:

“Knees.” You close your eyes. You take a steadying breath. You go to your knees.

From part two:

Even in the dark you can see the giant eye roll he gives you. “I liked your mouth so much better when it was stuffed full of my cock.”

Part three:

“Testing. Testing. Mickey likes dick. Testing.” and You can’t because when Ian Gallagher tells you to suck his dick, you ask how hard.

Part four:

“Sick. Little. Fuck.” He smirks. “And I am gonna test every fucking limit you have.”

Part five:

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, Mick?”

Part six:

Mickey: eat dick Gallagher Unknown: time and place, mick

Part seven:

You look at him, eyes wide and horrified, and he stares back – dark, dangerous – and squeezes the fourth into you.

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

There’s a small turn in the final one where Mickey calls him Ian and there are feelings of vulnerability. Obviously they’re going to fall in love, but I never intended to write that. To be honest, I didn’t plan to write more than the gun and knife kinks but you freaks wanted more.

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this?

None of it was my first time. I’ve done hitmen, I’ve done kink, I’ve done dubious consent (elsewhere). I hadn’t done weapons as sex toys, though …

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

So lame, but I’m most proud of how it was received by readers.

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

No. There were some bits that got edited, but no deleted scenes.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

I don’t know if anyone cares, but the moment in part 3 where Mickey’s on the phone to White Boy Carl and Ian suddenly takes over? Ian literally walked into the security office upstairs, took the phone from Carl, told him to get the fuck out in a way only a brother (or bother in law 😏) can, and Carl just got up and left without a fight like in the wedding episode because Big Brother lmao. He was never in any danger 😂

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

No. I’m pretty happy with what’s there.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

I’d love to write more.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

Same answer every time – the name thing.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

It was definitely the most popular part of my kinktober, and fuck yeah I’m surprised. I thought I’d get hate for that shit.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

So very both. Especially when the first one was dub/con.

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

Mandi @bawlbrayker helped me so hard with this 💜

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

gallavich-annise suggested my favourite part of the build up in knife play, so …

 “Drop your knife so I can show you all the things mine can do. Promise you’ll like them.”

You want to stab him, but your body reacts without your brain’s consent and you drop the knife.

“Hmm. Good boy.”

You glare up at him. “You can fuck off with that right the fuck now.”

“Ooh, boundaries. I like it.”

“I fucking hate you.”

Even in the dark you can see the giant eye roll he gives you. “I liked your mouth so much better when it was stuffed full of my cock.”

Your eyes flutter at the comment and you force them open, force yourself to look up with every ounce of hate inside of you. But that smirk is there, right back in place, and you want to bite his lip hard enough to make it bleed, hard enough to make him moan.

His knife flicks again and again, at the last two buttons on your jacket.

“Take it off.”

You take it off.

You want to kill him, but you also want to fuck him, so all you can do is hope that fucking him to death is an option.

The jacket drops and he crowds you. You step back further and further, but he moves in closer and closer until your back is against the brick wall fence, his body is only inches from yours, and his knife is at your loosened tie. You watch in the light of the lamp, breath held deep in your lungs, as the knife twists and cuts through the tie like it’s nothing. And while he might hear your shuddering exhale, he’ll never know about the surge of arousal that simmers low in your gut.

“You buy this or rent it?” he asks, knife pinging off each shirt button until your chest is bare.

“Borrowed it from your mom,” you say. You glare up at him, but his eyes stay glued to the knife.

“Hmm. You know why I killed him, don’t you?”

He’s talking about your date. You stare up at him, eyebrows in your hairline, but his eyes remain on your shirt.

“Because you’re a fucking dick?”

“Not quite.” He trails the tip of the blade down your torso, and the first touch of blade against your skin has you shivering. “Open it.”

You pull your shirt from your pants and let it hang open.

“Not because I’m a dick,” he says. His gaze is glued to your bare chest as he traces the blade over your skin in movements soft enough to tickle.  “It’s just that seeing his hands on you made me a little … possessive.”

Your chest lifts heavily with each deep breath you take, and there’s a part of you that wants to breathe deeper, push your chest out more, make him press the blade that little bit harder …

Instead, “What? You think you’re the only dick I’ve sucked this year?”

He finally lifts his eyes to look at you, smirk still in place, but eyes dark and unforgiving. “Watch yourself, Mickey.”

“Or what?”

The knife pauses. Stops right in the middle of your sternum. He stares down at you, eyes searching yours, before finally smiling.

“Oh, how silly of me, trying to threaten you with a good time.”

“Fuck off.”

He leans in. “Don’t get me wrong, this banter/foreplay thing we’ve got going here get’s me hard as fuck, but next time? Let’s just get straight to the fucking, okay?”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Sure, Mickey. Now, lower your pants and show me how you touch yourself.”

You scowl at him, teeth clenched, but his words make your stomach drop, make you undo your belt, pop the button, slide the zip. You lower your pants and boxers and let them pool at your feet.

Okay, that’s more than 500 words, BUT I adore the way Mickey’s verbally fighting back here, all the while doing exactly what Ian tells him to do without a single complaint or push back. They’re arguing/bantering about something else entirely, and while Mickey is pushing back on that front, he just follows every direction Ian gives him from “take off your shirt” to “show me how you touch yourself” and doesn’t give it a single thought. And it has both nothing and everything to do with the knife omg.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?