Normi

Mickey rage baiting his husband no doubt with the intention of having very rough make up sex is so important to me.

Ian literally having to work out because he’s so horny is just too fucking funny. Like there’s Mickey all cheerful and then Ian’s just really really sexually frustrated

thinking about baby mickey milkovich realising that he will never be able to love anybody, and nobody will ever love him, and he'll never be able to kiss anybody just because he wants to, and nobody will know him, and the only way to stay alive is to reject and stamp out something that is an integral part of him. thinking about him learning to hate and resent himself because he has to, because his survival depends on being the exact opposite of how he feels. thinking about him desperately seeking the approval of a man who was already abusive, but would become murderous if he knew the truth. thinking of him being so desperate for love and so starved for affection and not knowing the first thing about any of it. his body is a tool, is a weapon, is a means to an end. there is no use for softness. and sometimes in the dark, when he's alone, he maybe wishes somebody could be soft with him, that somebody would want him around, the real him, the him that he himself doesn't let himself know.

Ian must be touching Mickey at all times in some way and Mickey loves this hit. Yes, the husband is clingy, yessss. 'course it doesn't beat how cuddly Mickey gets when they get back home and he practically crawls into Ian's lap.