#but what does Mickey like that Ian can tease him about?

[arrowflier]

“Why is Mickey’s knee always so slutty” that sounds like something Ian would think and accidentally say out loud and Mickey would be like 🤨 “what” and Ian would be like “nevermind! Forget you heard that?!” And Mickey is like “how are knees slutty?” And Ian is like “they’re not but yours….when you wear the ripped jeans or your naked or-“ and Ian is sweating and blushing and Mickey just laughs at him and forever teases him about

Lol Calli this absolutely happens. Mickey is like "is that why you liked that stupid mall uniform with the shorts? And why you keep pulling on the blanket until my leg sticks out? You got a knee fetish, you freak?" And Ian mentally flails a bit trying to deny it then Mickey bends his leg to make his knee show more through the ripped jeans and there's no use. From that day on he makes a point of sticking his knees out, nudging Ian with them when they're sitting at the table or on the sofa, etc just to see him flush.

#mickey's slutty knees #gallavich #but what does Mickey like that Ian can tease him about?

[burntb4bydoll]

hi! idk if you still write for shameless but i read ur carl headcanons and omg i loved it

may i ask fiona gallagher & carl gallagher with a short and hot tempered s/o headcanons?

like reader acts like theyre dangerous and shit but they're actually a softie!!!!'''

This is so me honestly

Fiona/Carl Gallagher with a short and hot tempered s/o

Carl Gallagher

•he thinks that your attitude is so hot

•if someone ever picks a fight with you, he likes to watch it unfold. he would watch you from afar while smirking to himself the whole time you tell the random person off

•finds it absolutely hilarious when your seen cussing out a man almost a foot and a half taller than you. They always get too nervous to agree back with you😭

•he doesn’t want you to get into a real fight tho. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, if you’re at risk of getting hurt he wont let you do it.

•can and will fight someone for you

•but whenever you guys are hanging out alone, suddenly your whole demeanor changes and you suddenly turn into the biggest sweetheart ever

•and he is absolutely eating it tf up

•he will sit with his back against the headboard while you lay on top of him, the whole time you’re cuddling you are subconsciously pulling yourself closer and closer to him

•he likes seeing your (fake) tough personality slowly fade into your real one once you get some privacy. He feels special that he gets to see the real you and no one else does.

Fiona Gallagher

•loves to be the one to break that tough exterior of yours

•although she does find it very attractive

•she lowkey hates when you get into arguments. You tend to get into fights with people a lot bigger than you and it scares the shit outta her

•if the fight does get physical, she’ll patch you up afterwards while telling you how stupid you were acting😭 she’s definitely pissed off about it, but she’ll end up apologizing like 5 minutes later because she felt bad that she called you stupid

•thinks its so adorable how you act all tough but the second she kisses you, you damn near melt

•she likes to tease you for being short a lot, but its just playfully. She actually really enjoys the height difference

•takes so many pictures of you when you’re acting all soft. You’re either cuddling into her side, laying with your face in her neck or standing next to her in the mirror in the morning, just hugging her from behind with your face smooshed again her back.

•her and Ian are secretly conspiring to make you and mickey hang out and become friends because they think that you’re similar to each other

#shameless x reader #shameless #shameless smut #fiona gallagher #fiona gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher smut #fiona gallagher fanfic #carl gallagher #carl gallagher fanfic #carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher smut

[in-act-ive]

Yo can I request the Gallagher boys (not Liam) and Mickey headcanons if U do them (all separately) with a male reader who's more domimant and taller (sorry I can't spell) in the relationship like they also have to be the big spoon or whatever reader always pulls them in to his lap or something nothing sexual

Thank you if U can't do multiple characters can U do lip or Mickey

I'm real sick of the fics where the male reader it still feminine y'know

Have a nice day sorry for the long request

I had so many ides for this the moment you asked!

Request : yes

Type : headcanon

A / N : hope this is what you wanted!! Sorry it took so long btw, I got sick really fast and couldn't write!

Carl Gallagher

At first he's very confused by whats going on

After a few times he gets used to sitting in your lap and does it instinctively

Carl hates that you're taller in every way

He's probably a brat to you

He insists on getting stuff he can't reach even if you've offered to help

Carl is very independent and says he doesn't need your help

When he does need your help he's such a bitch about it

He does like having his scary dog privileges though to be honest

If he's about to go do shady shit he drags you along to scare anyone off who may try and fuck with him

When he's a police officer he insists on protecting you

Oh how the tables have turned

When you spoon him he definitely pulls your hands up to his chest so he can hold your hands

After a while he just lets you lay your hands wherever you'd like

He's comfy with whatever

Lip Gallagher

He won't admit it but he kinda likes that you're taller than he is

The first time he sits in your lap he's flustered as hell but continues to flirt with you

After a few times its still a little awkward but he won't admit it

He just insists on not doing it

He uses your height to his advantage

The moment he doesn't feel like reaching something he bothers you to grab it for him

He finds it hilarious that you are too tall for the Gallagher house

He likes to tease you when you hit your head on stuff or trip on something

His love language is most definitely teasing

When you both go out he kinda acts like you're not there

When he gets into fights you have to save him half the time

When he confronts bitches of men he almost always has you standing around incase it doesn't go his way

The moment you two cuddle and you spoon him he gets kinda pissed off

He'd much rather face you

He does feel protected in your arms but won't say that

Ian Gallagher

Ian is already the tallest Gallagher and is too tall for their house but having you around makes him jealous

He is confused when you pulled him into your lap

He's not opposed to the idea of sitting with you but he also really doesn't seem to know what to do with himself

Once he's used to it and knows a comfortable way to sit its one of his favorites

He won't admit it

He insists on getting everything himself no matter if you can reach it or not

He probably warns you before you run into a doorway cause he knows what its like

He hates PDA

Especially holding hands

Mainly because he hates feeling like the shorter guy in any relationship

Even if he is

The moment you spoon him he says something dumb

"No. No we're not doing this."

He wants to be the big spoon but you object to that idea

Finally you compromise on you both facing each other

Mickey Milkovich

He doesn't mind your height at all

Everyone is always taller than him anyways ao your height is just something about you

He thinks its attractive but obviously wont say his feelings

The moment you pulled him into your lap he immediately was fine with it

When he sat in your lap he sat like a king on his throne

Mickey gets so used to it and does it absentmindedly

He will push you into a chair just to sit in your lap no matter how busy you may be

When you guys go out of the house he loves having his "scary dog privileges"

He knows when it comes down to a fight he'd probably kick someones ass for you though

He loves when you hold him or touch him in public

Then he knows that your his and he's yours no matter what

Plus he finds it fucking hilarious when you have to tell people to go away cause you're together

When it comes to cuddling he loves when you spoon him

Its his favorite thing ever

When you don't he makes you no questions ask

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

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[sisitrip]

More Like Me, With You

Palate cleanser from some heavy. Don't know what this is, but it made me feel warm.

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Mickey’s key’s clatter against their door and Ian stretches on the couch, wiggling his toes in relief. Finally. A rare, full day apart from Mickey had reminded him of what it felt like to not have his husband at kissing distance.

What a shock. He’d hated it. 

He’s been askew in his skin all day and his mind sparked chaotic like so many pop rocks on a wet tongue. An empty apartment and being alone with his thoughts has never before, or now, been a good thing for him. 

Cold chapped and smiling, Mickey steps into the tropical heat of their apartment. Ian’s set up a trap house tailored to his husband’s tastes and he doesn’t feel guilty at all. The apartment was humidly redolent with dinner - a crock pot full of brisket, potatoes, and the veggie puree he’d snuck in. Cold beer was sitting in the refrigerator and various other items he knows Mickey loves are scattered around the apartment. He probably gets more out of doing these things for Mickey than Mickey does himself. It’s a poorly kept secret that he mainline’s Mickey’s happiness shamelessly.

“Ah fucking yesss,” Mickey hisses when he closes the door behind him and the warmth hits his face. “You’re getting all the blowjobs.”  

Ian laughs and drops his book on the coffee table. 

“That’s a pretty tall promise, husband.”

Mickey starts shedding his shoes and clothes as he walks over. 

“I mean that shit, husband. It’s jungle perfect in here,” Mickey says, finally stripped down to his boxers and tank top. He flops down onto Ian, pulling a laugh from him.

“We aim to please,” he chuckles, wrapping Mickey up in his arms. The cold clings stubbornly to his hair which makes Ian shiver in his own shorts and t-shirt. “How was it without me today?”

“You want a lie or the truth?” Mickey asks, burrowing. 

“The truth.”

“It sucked. Not the work, but the rig. That shit’s loud as fuck when you’re not in it.” 

Ian smiles and rubs Mickey between his shoulder blades. Loud is code for lonely. 

“Sorry I couldn’t be there. Lip rarely uses the emergency child care card.” 

Mickey snorts into his neck and hooks a leg over his thigh. 

“Fred, good?”

“Perfectly slobbery. He put applesauce in my hair.”

Mickey chuckles. “Fred put his favorite thing to eat on his favorite thing. That kid likes your hair as much as I do.” 

He hums and noses into Mickey’s hair, sniffing past the cold, smoke and city smells to find what he’s looking for. When he does, he inhales deeply. “Speaking of favorite things,” he murmurs and smiles when Mickey laughs.

“Fucking sniffer,” Mickey mumbles into his collar bone. “Repeat offender sniffer.” 

“Then stop being a human aromatherapy candle,” he teases, sniffing again. He stops when Mickey’s belly rumbles against his. 

“Tell me what you ate today and I better not hear Snickers once. Your last dentist appointment was a miracle.” 

“I had food.” Mickey shoves his hands under Ian’s back and hides his face. He can feel Mickey trying to cross his lying little fingers.

“Like?”

“Mountain Dew and a candy bar.” 

“What’d I say about the Snickers?” he faux gruffs. 

“I never said the word Snickers,” Mickey says with a sniff.

He grins, giving Mickey’s temple a peck. “You eat like a bachelor when I’m not around.”

“Then stop ditching me for Fred. He can’t even talk,” Mickey says, nipping his neck.

They lie quietly for a bit, listening to the muffled city sounds and wind pelting snow at their windows. Although the world is ordered now that he had Mickey close, he can’t quite let go of the discomfort he’d felt all day. It was like he wasn’t himself until Mickey was around. As a matter of fact, it’s been a long time since he’d thought about who he was without this soft, heaven-scented man in his arms.

“Mick?”

“Mmmm?”

“Did you feel like yourself today?”

Mickey makes a noise of confusion.

“Uh, kind of?”

“Explain please,” he says, stroking Mickey’s back.

“I mean, it’s having a routine, you know? If it gets out of whack, anyone would feel out of sorts or whatever.”

“Was it because I wasn’t there?” he asks softly.

Mickey pulls back, face comically sad. 

“My world caved in,” he begins, sober as a grave.

Ian flushes. Here it comes.

“I looked at the long devastation of the day and nearly gave up because you weren’t there.”

“Shut up,” he says, starting to laugh.

“When I thought the snow would drown me in the hole your absence made, I reached for a potion, nay!  An elixir.” Mickey bows his head solemnly. “Yes. A flagon of Mountain Dew. Without it, I might have perished.”

Ian’s laughing hard now. “You’re a dick.”

Mickey settles down, laughing too. 

“And you’re in your head again. Stop that shit. You’re Ian, and I’m Mickey even when we’re apart.” Mickey nuzzles into his neck. “But, truth? I feel more like me when we’re together.”

He kisses Mickey’s cheek. “Me too.” 

Mickey hums against his neck then stills when his stomach grumbles again. 

“Alright, are you ready to eat?” Ian asks, giving him a squeeze.

“Yeah.”

He makes as if to get up. “Come on then. I got brisket on.”

Mickey grumbles and sags his weight down fully, hiding his face in Ian’s shoulder.

“Wait a minute.”

“Why? Thought you were hungry.” 

“I am.”

“Then let me up so I can get us some food,” he laughs when Mickey doesn’t budge. “You need to eat, baby.”

Mickey kisses his neck and squeezes close.

“Need this more.”

He liquifies to absolute besotted goo, sliding his hands under Mickey’s tank and down into his shorts, squeezing softly. 

“You are several levels of sweet, Mickey Gallagher,” he whispers into his hair.

“It’s the Snickers,” Mickey mutters. 

Ian holds him tight, head and heart full of all the things that are completely true about Mickey, but would be brushed off by his husband as romantic nonsense. 

“Nope. The candy hasn’t got a damn thing to do with it,” he murmurs, accepting Mickey’s soft kiss.

“Yeah?” Mickey whispers. 

“Yeah.”

They curl into each other in the loving humidity of the life they’ve built together, needing nothing more than to be this close for a while. 

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #my fic #writing #ian x mickey #shameless #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fic

[kandyzee]

i can't....i mean i like gallavich but i do feel strongly that mickey deserved more. i feel like ian just settled for mickey like 'fine...i guess' and i wouldve liked for mickey to broaden his romantic horizons beyond ian.

I do agree with wanting to see mickey more outside his relationship with Ian. Mickeys storylines are normally very dependent on Ian, and I think it would have been good to see more of him by himself. I would have liked to see bits of mickey in Mexico. I dont think he ever has a serious bf but causal stuff.

I don't agree that mickey deserved more or that Ian settled. Mickey deserved more in terms of independent storylines. If that's what ur saying, but I don't think it is. (Sorry if that's what u meant)

Also sorry if anything I say comes across as mean cause I'm about to disagree with u big time.

A big part of gallavich to me is how Ian has always loved mickey. This is really easy to tell. Mickey likes Ian, sure, but it takes him a while to show it. Ian is absolutely smitten from the start. Ians only relationships outside of mickey in s1 dont have love. Being groomed isn't love. Mickey is ians first love.

What he feels for mickey is childish, and it only grows over time into something shorter.

Look at him. My boy has a big crush. I don't get the idea that you can settle for ur first love.

Ian is always fighting for their relationship and pushing it forward. He's goes to mickey when Monica comes. That's such a big step for them because it shows that's beyond sex they always have trust. Ian goes to see mickey in juvi. Lots of people would have left him there. It makes sense, too. Mickey is already causing problems in ians life. Ian goes with mandy to pick mickey up, showing he's there for mickey. Also, he puts himself into a family situation. He even gets mickey a job.

When Frank catches them, he straight away goes to help mickey. He tries to convince mickey that he has nothing to be ashamed of. He's protecting him.

He teases mickey into kissing him. DO U GET HOW BIG OF A THING THAT IS FOR MICK???

Ian had no real reason to take mickey back when he got out of juvi again, but he does BECAUSE HES IN LOVE.

Ian is always slowly pushing mickey forward. He doesn't push mickeu too far. There is always trust between them because of this.

S3 Ian tries and tries with mickey. After what happens with svet, it's Ian going to see if mickey is okay, not is mickey going to see Ian. Ian again tries to convince mickey that he doesn't have to live how he is.

Mickey helps Ian through his first time dealing with his disorder.

Ian pulls away from mickey when he goes to prison. But that's doesn't stop him from going all the way to the border with him when mick breaks out. I think Ian knew he wasn't going to go before the last minute. He stays in that car to make sure mickey gets away safe. He risks being seen with a prison escapee BECAUSE HE IS STILL SO SO IN LOVE.

Ian doesn't want to see mickey goes he wants to be where mickey is, but he can't. We can't expect Ian to give up his family, all his stability for mickey. Sometimes love isn't enough. So much about Ian running off to Mexico would have realistically not worked.

S9 when mickey comes back instead of being like "wtf is this guy stalking me how does he know I'm here this is so creepy he needs help let me switch rooms rn" Ian looks at him LIKE THIS.

THE LOVE IS STILL THERE. DID HE EVER LOOK AT HIS OTHER BFS LIKE THIS ?? NO HE DIDN'T.

that is not the look u give someone when ur settling for them.

Ian is ready to throw his parole to stay in prison just because mickey is there.

AND IAN IS THE ONE WHO ASKS MICKEY TO GET MARRIED???

Ian waits for mickey when he gets out. He immediately let's him live with him. They get to be lil domestic bitches. Yeah Ian kinda messes up the first proposal. BUT THE 2ND ??? HE WHEN FISTS FIRST INTO THAT ONE.

Ian saw s1 mickey, the in the closet rat looking thug and thought 'I can fix him'. AND HE DID.

Mickey helps Ian too ofc not ignoring that the post just ain't about mickey

You can't put 10 yrs of love and hurt into a person and settle for them. Mickey is the love of Ians life. In every stereotypical way, they are perfect for each other.

Ian didn't wait months for mickey to get out of juvi and prison, be mickeys only shoulder to lean on for years, almost sacrifice ever bit of stability he had built just to make sure he was okay, he didn't marry him just to be like "fine...I guess"

That's all thanks for sending the ask :p

#shameless us #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #answering asks #they deserve each other

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

“You're so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?" + “Tease me some more and l'll show you my reaction" with old habits!mickey and ian? or any version of mickey and ian really lol

“You're so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?" “Tease me some more and l'll show you my reaction." **additional tags: daddy kink, lowkey spit kink, age difference [ old habits ]

Ian is tense.

Mickey saw it building all throughout dinner at Brenda's. It's not that she's a bad person, it's just that there aren't many neighbors left who haven't fallen under the unintentional charm of Ian Gallagher. And that's fine. It's kind of the norm when more than one Titty Committee member comes within three feet of each other.

Except the difference is usually their husbands aren't there.

Brenda's husband was there.

It was Brenda's house, for fuck's sake. And Ian is such an annoyingly good guy that it very quickly morphed from casual summer salads into him dodging Brenda's flirty comments and trying to Uno-Reverse the attention back onto her husband. You know, damage control.

And no, Brenda's not a bad chick, it's just that the rosé was flowing and made everything a little too loosey-goosey for everyone. Everyone except Ian. And Brenda's husband. And Mickey, who couldn't really do anything but sit there, watching the way Ian held himself slowly grow more and more tense, until finally making his polite exit after dinner - no dessert.

He couldn't do anything then. But he can do something now.

'got somethin for ya old man'

Texting is key in times like this. There's been one too many close calls where Mickey's showed up announced, prepped and horny and ready to get down to some nasty shit, only to be met by one of Ian's siblings answering the door.

Tonight's thankfully not one of those nights. Tonight, Mickey slips in through Ian's back door and then locks it behind himself, sniffing out wherever his stressed out man has settled.

He finds him upstairs in his little library, the lamp light flashing in the reflection of his reading glasses as he glances up at Mickey's arrival. "Hi there..."

It's fond. A soft smile.

Mickey can't help but immediately help himself to his personal space, dipping to fill Ian's beckoning hand. "'Hi there' yourself..."

"Haven't seen you for what...forty five minutes?"

Mickey regards that with a knowing grin. Even if the one he gets in return is smaller than usual. "What, you want me to go...?"

"Didn't say that, did I?"

"Mm..." Mickey hums, letting Ian pull him in by the back of the neck for a little peck on the lips. But that's it. He's letting go then, his attention falling back to his book. "Thought maybe you could use a little stress relief."

Because he's good at that. Mickey knows his strengths in whatever they're calling this relationship.

But he's got his work cut out for him tonight. He can already tell by the way Ian makes a dismissive noise, his tone just as much. "Not stressed... But you're welcome to stay, of course." Typical.

So since he insists on sidestepping it, Mickey does a little sidestepping of his own, rounding the couch until he's draping himself over the back of it, his hands immediately working over Ian's strong shoulders from behind.

Damn, he didn't even change out of his clothes from dinner.

'Not stressed', his ass...

Mickey spends a few minutes kneading at his tight, muscular shoulders...slipping down and feeling up his chest...leaning in to press his cheek against the scratchy soft bliss of Ian's beard. Time to do what he does best. "You're fuckin' tense..." he murmurs, keeping himself close. "Brenda still gotchya all stiff..."

The book sinks into Ian's lap, but he doesn't close it. There's no doubt he thought he got out of that without anyone noticing. But Mickey did. Of course. "Took care of it..."

"Always do..." It's one of the things he admires most about him - how he handles situations. "But now who's takin' care of you...?"

From his seat on the couch, Ian lets out a long breath, his head tilting to watch as Mickey snakes his hands down the front of his dress shirt, then lightly tugs the bottom free from where it's still tucked into his pants.

Ian's skin is warm as he pulls a little higher to start undoing the buttons, revealing his stomach and that thick happy trail that leads Mickey's eyes beneath his belt. "How 'bout I make ya more relaxed, Daddy...?"

He can hear the fond exhale from Ian's lips. The way his tone has melted, just a little bit. "Y'know, kid... I'm really not as tense as you're making me out to be..."

Which is a fucking lie. Mickey saw the stress settling from a night of managing other people's emotions with his own two eyes. But, "Alright..." he says, feigning defeat.

Because clearly Ian's trying to be the bigger man. Trying to protect Mickey from anything less than his best.

So slowly, from behind, Mickey starts stripping - reaching over and dropping each item right next to Ian on the couch - his shirt...his pants...his underwear. "Then lemme do it for me."

He leans over him again, wrapping his arms around and under Ian's open dress shirt... Nuzzles his face against Ian's... Delights in the feeling of that big hand finally reaching up to cup Mickey's other cheek, keeping him close for a second.

It's got Mickey preening. Has his eyes closing for a moment, a proud little hum escaping him as Ian murmurs a little something about how good he smells. Because he knows he does. He took the time to make sure after his long shower. Gotta smell extra good for his man...

After indulging for a few more seconds, Mickey slips forward, making his way around the couch until he's sank diligently to his knees between Ian's legs, naked in the lamp light.

And jesus christ, this man looks so fucking sexy, with his eyes all heavy behind his glasses and his dress shirt eased open and his tongue dragging across his bottom lip, wetting it as Mickey presses his palm against the bulge in his slacks.

He could've done this under Brenda's dining room table. Saved everyone some time.

But now is good too. Now is fucking hot, Ian watching Mickey mouth over the seam of his pants - up the inner thigh - before dragging his tongue flat over the bulge.

He can feel him pulse under the fabric. Getting harder. And when Mickey reaches up to undo his belt, his mouth sucking a damp spot right over him, that stupid book finally finds its rightful place back on the side table.

Ian helps him ease his slacks and his boxer briefs down. Cups the side of his face again, brushing his thumb over his cheek and then over his bottom lip. Watches - with a gorgeous, relieved breath out - as Mickey takes his time dragging his tongue flat up the underside of his cock, and then swirls it slowly around the head.

Mickey's indulgent with it. Puts on a show for him, his eyes never leaving him once as he purses his lips to drool all over the tip, his lips following after in a slick drag.

"Mm..."

"You like that, Daddy...?"

"Mhm..."

"That good...?"

Ian's fingers card through Mickey's hair, stroking him fondly. "Yeah baby..." he lets out, almost a whisper. "That's real fuckin' good..."

Mickey grins, flicking his tongue over the head of Ian's cock, loving the way his stomach tenses from the tease. He's gonna give this man head so sloppy that he'll have no choice but to relax.

It's guaranteed. Mickey knows his strengths. Knows how to keep everything good and wet for him, his hand slick with spit as he dips his head to suck and play with Ian's balls. It's like an instant hit of that extra good pot he's got - gets everything slow and steamy and perfect, Ian taking his reading glasses off and placing them on the side table too.

Because now it's all this. All Mickey. All slow, deliberate licks from Ian's balls all the way up to the tip of his cock. No more dinner drama or book escapism or pretending like he couldn't use a little TLC of his own.

A surge of pride works through Mickey's chest. Makes him cocky. Has the devil horns sprouting from his head just from the little power he's got - the tiny upper hand - the control.

He keeps his heavy eyes glued to Ian. Presses his tongue lightly to the precum at his tip and then slowly leans away, pulling a nasty little spit string that glistens in the lamp light.

Ian licks his lips, his nostrils flaring.

Sloppy head is always good, but something tells him he could get a lot more use outta Mickey if he used him as a stress toy. "Fuck, Mick..."

Mickey's answer is a little smirk, those horns sprouting proudly now as he leans forward again, but instead of swallowing him down like he's been doing, it's to tease at him - quick little kitten licks to the sensitive head of his cock.

That'll do it. Surely. Mickey knows his strengths.

"Fuck," Ian breathes in, his brows starting to pull together - his hips starting to twitch from the tiny, barely there licks. "Tryin' to kill me, kid?"

Mickey hums, hard himself as he rubs his face all along Ian's cock, getting all spitty too. "Just want a reaction outta ya..."

"That right...?" The fingers he's got in Mickey's hair gather into a hold - not too tight yet, but soon. "Keep teasin' like that, you'll get your reaction..."

Mickey's toes curl in anticipation, the huskiness that's starting to enter that tone doing wonders for him. "Oh yeah...? Gonna fuck me...?" he eggs him on, dragging his mouth all over Ian's cock, but never licking. "Gonna use me like your little stress toy, Daddy...?"

And Mickey's said it once, but he'll say it as many times as he fucking wants.

He knows his strengths.

The atmosphere rushes around him as Ian surges forward, scooping Mickey up from the floor to throw him over his shoulder.

It knocks the wind out of him a little but it's fucking good. He can't stop the giddy smile from blooming across his face if he wants to, even as Ian takes advantage of the positioning and swats a couple slaps to Mickey's bare ass as he hauls him to the bedroom.

"I'll show you fucking 'stress toy'..."

Exactly as planned.

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[callivich]

Obsessed with your Mandy in love with Ian scenario…how do you see Mickey and Mandy’s dynamic going with him finding out about that? Obviously Mickey isn’t going to be threatened. Ian is gay and married to him, so Mandy’s feelings aren’t ever going to be reciprocated. But I imagine things would still be awkward. Do you see Mandy resenting Mickey a little for getting to have the life/love she wants for herself?

Hi anon! I’m glad you liked my little idea 💖

I’m not sure about how I see Mickey and Mandy’s dynamic in this situation. I think it could be written in a few different ways - one could be that he finds it hilarious and teases her? Or it could be angsty and he could feel sad that she’s not happy and doesn’t have what he does? Or he feels sort of blindsided and unsure of how to act around her because of this?

Idk. (This is partly why I’m probably never going to write this because I’m not sure what direction to take it in) I think there’s a lot of different ways their dynamic could be explored here.

Another way to go would be Mandy making Ian promise not to tell Mickey. That would add a bit of conflict/drama when Ian (inevitably) tells Mickey. Maybe Ian makes Mickey pretend he doesn’t know what Mandy’s feeling. That could be kind of an interesting situation to explore.

I sort of can see Mandy resenting Mickey a bit….perhaps. We know she has jealousy issues and it might be hard for her to see Mickey stable and happy like that. Again, I don’t know, I think this idea has lots of potential for different outcomes.

If anyone else has thoughts, please do reblog and share them! 💖

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[very-sleepy-head]

Feel me up

Chapter 2: Following the prompt "I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth" for kinktober.

aka Bratty Mickey and the famous red ball gag

Posted on Ao3 (kinktober day 22) if you like feel free to leave a comment 🖤

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"I wouldn't mind role-playing. What if you called me professor?" Ian suggested "You could be my favorite student."

"Watch yourself, Gallagher." Mickey replies with a smile.

"Maybe you should watch it...or your professor will teach you a lesson" Ian teases.

"I guess I could enjoy it, because following rules was never my thing anyways." He slips out of the bed and leaves the room.

Of course Mickey is going to tease him like that and then walk away. Ian just laughed it off.

Mickey actually loves the idea of Ian disciplining him so much that he can't stop thinking about it. He wants ask Ian about it.

Ian is watching some stupid cooking show in the living room, which gives Mickey time to figure out the right way to ask him.

He can't figure out why he's so nervous about it. Their sex life is no where near vanilla and he is usually the one to bring things up first. But the thought of Ian pretending to be punish Mickey...Well, he's losing it a bit.

He walks to the living room ,stopping in front of the couch Ian is sitting on. Not blocking his view of the tv but in his space.

"Hey, red?"

Ian turns his head to look at his husband, smiling. "Yeah, babe?"

"So... you weren't joking right?" He asks, rubbing his eyebrow.

"Joking about what?" Ian seems confused.

"The role-playing thing." Mickey replies, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden.

"Are you feeling naughty? Want me to teach you a lesson?"

"I-... Kinda?" He doesn't know how to explain it to Ian.

Ian can pick up on his uneasiness, "Mick, come sit with me." he tells him.

Mickey sits in Ian's lap. It's nothing new but he knows it's not what Ian meant. He just feels better there.

"What part of it did you like?" Ian asks.

"Don't know" Mickey says.

"Is it about... the teacher part? You used to have a crush on a teacher?" Ian tries, but Mickey really didn't give him a lot to work with.

"No."

“Then why? You trying to get me to punish you?” Ian asks gently.

“I dunno.” Mickey admits with a blush and a small shrug.

“I think you do know, Mick." he teases, but not in mean tone.

“So... Now what?” Mickey feels clueless.

“Well that depends, have you been bad boy?”

"No." He shakes his head.

"So nothing for now. But next time you're being a brat, you get one warning before I teach you a lesson. How does that sound?"

"Yeah, that- That sounds good, Ee. Thanks" And he does feel grateful.

"No problem, baby. Love it when you tell me what you want."

"Yeah?"

"Of course. Love you."

"I love you."

It became a regular thing for them, Mickey being a brat so Ian could take control. Life was good but it was also busy. Having their own space meant they could let their dynamic seep out of the bedroom.

It's not like they were ever shy about sex before, the entire Gallagher gamily tree could attest to that. But the casualness of a light BDSM dynamic on a Saturday morning was a new addition to their routine.

Mickey always had a filthy mouth, it was one of Ian's favorite things, he wasn't trying to change that. Ian also knew it was hard for his husband to stop being a brat, and sometimes he needed his assistance. And the assistance of a gag.

Because if Mickey can't make himself shut up, Ian can.

There was something addictive to see Mickey surrender himself, let go of the resistance and take whatever Ian wants to give him.

When mickey steps out of the shower, Ian is reading a book on their bed. Mickey decides to enter the bedroom naked, hoping to get his partner’s attention.

“Hey Mick,” Ian doesn't lift his gaze from the book he's reading.

"You're really obsessed with that book. Be careful not to nut when you flip a page." Mickey says as he sits down on his side of the bed, still naked, close to his husband, but not touching.

“You need something, baby?” Ian smirks.

"Nothing." Mickey grumbles under his breath.

He lowers himself to lay down on the bed, his cock half hard already. He moves his hand to wrap around himself.

"Want help with that?" Ian says without lifting his eyes from his book.

"Why don't you jerk off that book, huh?" he snarks.

Ian is finally looking at him, "Well, I thought I could jerk you off…"

"Don't need your help."

Ian rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

"Okay, baby."

Ian's gaze stays on Mickey's hand that is stroking his dick. Mickey is trying to get himself off, but something doesn't feel right. Not with Ian observing him like that.

Two minutes late he realizes something has to change.

He huffs and elbows Ian lightly, signaling he's admitting defeat.

Ian puts his book down and turns to face his partner fully, "Hands off." Mickey follows and crosses his arms on his chest with a huff.

Always a drama queen.

Ian spoke to him softly, "Spread your legs for me, baby." He places a hand on his husband’s soft thigh.

"You better be fucking kidd-" Ian slaps his thigh, quick and harsh, a warning.

”Spread your legs.”

“What happened to jerking me off?” Mickey questions.

”Well, that was before your bratty attitude pissed me off.” Mickey pouts but Ian can tell it’s a trap. Ian moves himself to sit between Mickey thighs.

"Be a good boy." Ian says while looking in his eyes.

Mickey looks away and doesn't move. “Fuck off.” He says but with no bite to his tone.

"I see... This is how you want this to go?" He doesn't wait for an answer and reaches for Mickey's ankles, roughly yanking them further apart, smirking when Mickey lets out a surprised breath.

"Are you going to stay quiet or do I have to gag you?"

“Thought you loved hearing me moan?”

Mickey isn’t willing to let go yet. No problem.

"Yes, Mickey. But not bitch and moan." Ian bites.

"Fuck you, bitch." Mickey bites back.

"I'm going to gag you now. Okay?" Even though he formulates this as a question, his tone made it clear this was a statement.

This isn't the first time Mickey is gagged, but Ian is always cautious, so he waits to hear Mickey's verbal consent.

"Do what you got to do, tough guy." Mickey knows if he says 'no', Ian wouldn't. But he isn't ready to play nice just yet.

Ian leans forward, hovering above Mickey's shoulder, “Let me take control, let me take care of you” Ian whispered, his hot breath on Mickey’s ear.

He lets out a little gasp when Ian pinches his nipple before getting up. Ian let out a small laugh, moving away from Mickey.

Ian pulled a red rubber ball gag from their sex toy drawer. Ian climbed over his partner, straddling just above Mickey’s hips, all his clothes still on. He brings the gag closer to Mickey, "Is this okay, honey? Want one last kiss?" Mickey rolls his eyes.

Fine.

"Open." Mickey's lips stay shut.

Ian grabs his jaw "Don't make me wait or I'll make you beg for it."

Mickey's eyebrows scrunch up, "How the fuck can I beg with a ball in-" and Ian shoves the gag in his mouth.

Ian smirked, “Lift up your head a little.”

As he buckles the strap behind his lover's head, he asks, "Too tight?"

Mickey shakes his head and spreads his legs a bit further apart. A small offering of good will.

As Ian removed his hands, Mickey let his head fall back again. Suddenly he feels lighter, like it was easier to breathe, even though there was a gag blocking his mouth.

"Fuck, baby, you look so beautiful like this." Ian let his hands wander over Mickey’s naked body. Mickey's blue eyes staring at his husband's as a small drip of saliva ran down his lip.

Ian’s hand run up his naked thigh and push his legs apart, he reaches for the lube on their bedside table and slicks his fingers. Pushing one in easily, "You prepped in the shower for me? Maybe you're being good after all, yeah?", Pushing a second one to be sure.

He notices Mickey's cock twitching in anticipation, smiles as he watched the head of Mickey’s cock leak with pre-cum.

Mickey makes a grunting noise around the gag.

"What? You have something to say?" Ian teases, "Probably want to make a snarky comment, huh?" That only makes Mickey grunt again.

Ian hums, grabbing onto Mickey's ass to spread his cheeks wide. “Still can't believe this ass is mine forever.”

Mickey whines, trying to thrust his hips to urge the redhead to get on with it.

“Cute.” Ian said, placing both hands hard on Mickey's hips to push him down. “You want me to fuck you so bad, huh?"

Mickey pants around the gag, his eyes try to communicate with Ian. The sight of Mickey moaning and dripping saliva around the ball gag is driving him crazy. Ian undresses quickly and grabs the lube again and pours a generous amount on his cock.

"Legs up." he says, helping Mickey to rest his ankles on his shoulders.

“Ready for me, love?” Ian asks, caressing Mickey’s cheek.

Mickey's eyes roll and he nods. He gasps as Ian pushes into his hole.

“Fuck, fuck,” he hears Ian moaning roughly as he moves his hips slowly, making deep thrusts.

“God, you feel good” Ian smirks, keeping a slow pace, just to frustrate his partner.

Mickey mumbles something incoherent against the gag.

“You look so fucking good, love” he continues to praise, like a chant, “just fucking taking it, fuck!”

His movement become faster, he is ready to give Mickey what he needs.

Mickey is screaming around the gag, his whole body pulsing with pleasure.

Mickey moans as loud as he can around the gag, making sure Ian heard every little noise.

"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth"

Ian groans, moving one hand to Mickey's leaking cock. "I know you're close, but I didn't say you can cum yet."

Mickey's mouth is making pathetic whiny sounds from behind the gag, "Actually, you know what? I take that back. I prefer hearing you beg."

Mickey nods his head frantically, he is ready to beg, ready to be good.

With a skillful one hand, Ian reaches to the back of his lover's head, unbuckles the gag and throws it away from him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Mickey says as soon as the gag is gone.

"Come on, let me hear you, Mick." Ian pants, he too is getting closer to his orgasm.

"Please! I need to cum! Please Ian I- I'm good. I've been good."

"Don't lie, baby" Ian hear him whimpering under him.

"Please! I promise ,I'm gonna- please-" He feels so close to the edge.

"Fucking hell, babe.” Ian is in awe of his lover, he can't refuse him any longer, "Cum for me."

Ian keeps fucking him through his orgasm, and into his own. Mickey is so sensitive and the overstimulation makes his eyes tear up.

Ian takes a few deep breaths before slipping out of Mickey to collapse on the bed next to him.

He turns to look at Mickey, “You did so good Mick. Is your jaw okay?" he asks and moves to pepper kisses all over his jaw.

“Mmhm, 'm okay.”

He kissed his lips softly, "Missed those lips." Mickey hums into the kiss in agreement.

"Beautiful." Ian praised "Getting sleepy?" he asks when he notices Mickey's eyes fighting to stay open.

"A little." Mickey whispers with a shy smile and closed eyes.

Ian smiles, seeing Mickey so euphoric like this, makes his heart warm.

“Love you Mickey” Ian whispers and Mickey just rolls closer to him.

#gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #my writing #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #Ao3 #spicy fic

[heymacy]

Macy 💗💗 would you like to answer some questions about I&M? I hope you’re having a wonderful day (:

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

anon xx my beloved, welcome welcome 💛 what an amazing list of questions!! i only hope to do them justice 🥰

i'm a big believer in soft and sweet pet names for mickey. baby, lover, sweetheart, etc! he pretends to hate it but he loves it — it appeals to his softer side which we all know he has in spades! on the opposite end of the spectrum is ian, who loves nicknames more in a teasing manner. "tough guy" during foreplay, "sleepyface" when he won't wake up on saturday morning, "Mary Poppins" when he's on a cleaning spree. his favorite is "tough guy" though — always has been, always will be!

i've always believed that mickey's knuckle tattoos were scratcher tattoos (that is to say one of his cousins bought a tattoo gun on eBay and just went to fuckin' town). i know he did it to appease his father and to further embolden the armor he wore in the first and second seasons (dirty clothes, bad personal hygeine, etc). i think in time he'll let them fade away, though there will always be remnants there of a time long passed. re: ian's tattoo — he gets "mickey" tattooed over his heart in the same place mickey has his. just "mickey" — HIS mickey 🥺

i'm going to agree with my beloved jessie @metalheadmickey on this one! CRIME 👏🏻 KINK 👏🏻 for mickey, one THOUSAND percent. i mean the ambulance debacle is hard evidence of that (pun fully intended). and we love a competency kink for ian! watching mickey handle customers and clients with such ease and sweet talk his way in or out of any situation is a huuuuuuge turn on for him. and with how competent mickey is in their Chosen Field? it's a wonder they can ever keep their hands off each other

mickey didn't make an instagram until after their wedding (@/mmick), and i like to think ian (@/gallagherian) forced his hand a little bit here! come on mick, it's really fun! don't you want to see all the cute pictures i post of you? that does it for him, because how DARE ian post that picture of him slurping spaghetti at the Olive Garden without his permission! after a while he gets into it a bit but still only ever posts when ian suggests it, like on anniversaries. his captions are always the same: "fuck off 🖕🏼"

CAT CAT CAT! i am a huuuuuuge cat dad truther. it just works! i think down the line they eventually get a dog, something medium-sized and scruffy. a little mutt from the shelter! but i literally can't see mickey without a lil calico cat thanks to my angelic cat @iansfreckles and Miss Henry from Elevator Music 🥹

#anon xx making my brain go BRRRRRRR on a wednesday morning #doing the lord's work 😭 #macy babbles #gallavich-headcanon #anon xx #headcanons

[mikhailoisbaby]

IAN IS BABY GIRL

I’m sorry about this but I had to write it .

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Ian does know how he let this happen, that this became his nickname out of everything.

He could tolerate and love some of the nicknames that play on his red hair that Mickey would call him Or even the old fashion pets' names like lover and sugar tits.

But this was maybe taking it too far but for some reason he fucking loves it.

Ian has become baby girl.

It’s never baby boy or just baby like Ian will sometimes call Mickey, it's baby girl constantly now never lover or fire crotch or red or handsome have all been left in the wind forgotten about now he is baby girl.

It started as a joke from “girls and Mickey night out” that was hosted by Tami and included mick, sandy and older Tami's sister, somehow they came up with the joke that Ian is baby girl and any time they try to explain the joke to ian it always ends up with fits of laughter with no explanation.

“Hey, baby girl can u get my hoodie in the bedroom?” Mickey will say with no care in the world and Ian will go and get his hoodie like a good little baby girl because that’s what he is now, this is his life.

Now it would be fine if it stayed in the home, their sanctuary, but no he used it at work as well - in front of clients “baby girl, I left the signing sheet in the car will you grab it ?” And once again because he is a good baby girl he will do it and get it with a little smile on his face.

The warm fuzzy feeling he gets in his tummy is so odd because the nickname he used to hate and almost wants to throw Mickey into their pool anytime he called now makes his little bones go to mush as no other nickname has.

Sometimes he knows Mickey trying to tease him and make him annoyed like the dickhead he is but it never riles him up but makes him so mushy and Platens like he just had his brains fucked out and will do anything Mickey asks him to.

Ian has slight moments where his toxic masculinity will creep up and try and be angry that he getting feminised but then he has a moment and thinks what the fuck does it matter?

And so Ian is Mickey’s baby girl and that is it.

#ian is baby girl #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless us #ian x mickey

[sisitrip]

WIP Wednesday (Thursday "Purple Prose" Edition)

An unedited, overly long snippet from a WIP.

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Ian lays down and lifts the pillow covering Mickey's head, tucking his own under it. Mickey’s awake and blinking at him, half his face buried in the mattress. 

“Hi,” he whispers, heart tripping. He missed Mickey so much. 

“Hi,” Mickey whispers back. His breath, beer stale, deters him not in the slightest. 

“The sun’s up and you’re awake. Is this the apocalypse?” he teases.

“Some big asshole kicked in my door and jumped in my bed. No one could sleep through that.” Mickey smiles faintly.

Despite promising himself not to pressure Mickey, he waits a single beat before his anxious heart takes over.

“Did I do something? Was the other night too much? I know I push, but I thought, you seemed-” 

“You didn’t do shit. I liked the other night,” Mickey murmurs, eyes growing sad. “It’s just not a good idea.”

“Because of my … because I have …,” Ian swallows thickly, unable to finish. 

Mickey trails a gentle finger down Ian’s cheek, like he was touching something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Never that,” Mickey says quietly. “You’re disgustingly perfect.”

Ian blinks into sudden tears of relief.

“Then why?” He grabs Mickey’s hand, which is covered in cuts. “This thing with us, it’s good. It feels good, right?”

Mickey nods, looking sadder than he’s ever seen him.

“So why?” he pleads. 

“Because this situation is gonna get us fucked up, Ian,” Mickey says. “What you think is possible is actually a trap.”

Ian reaches for Mickey and he recoils. That hurts more than he could have imagined.

“You’re not making sense. Why can’t we-” 

Mickey hushes him, seeming far older than his 22 years. 

“You need to wake up. The “we” you want makes “us” vulnerable,” Mickey says, nostrils turning red with the effort not to cry. “Izzy will use us against each other and I can’t have that. I don’t want to be her slave.”

“Slave?” Ian whispers.

Mickey cuts his eyes away. “Yeah, slave. If she found out how I feel about you, she’d know I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Ian starts to cry, horrified. 

“But, I wouldn’t let her do that,” he says weakly.

Mickey’s eyes are hard, but resigned. “You know what this is. What we’re in. What would you do if she decided I needed to learn a lesson to get you to fall in line?” 

Ian goes cold with the thought. 

“She’d have another slave,” he admits tremulously. 

Mickey swipes a soft thumb under his eyes, breathing hard as if he’s nearing some kind of internal limit. When he does speak, Ian would do anything for him to take it back. 

“Then let’s be smart.  End this here and be free.” 

Ian huffs a bitter laugh. 

“Free. Under her fucking thumb.”

“I’d take that,” Mickey murmurs. “I’d live with that because of what I got.”

“You’re getting nothing. So am I,” he husks out. “What’s the takeaway then, huh? Why live with that?”

Mickey’s eyes soften with an understanding that’s lost on Ian. 

“Because I woke up inside when I was with you. And because I felt that,” Mickey pulls him close, palming his face, “Because I still feel that, I’ll never feel her thumb. I’ll only feel you.”

Ian curls into Mickey’s arms, silent sobs pressed into his neck. They wrap around each other tight, holding on as the world they didn’t get a chance to build together, fades.

“You were my second friend in New York. I don’t wanna be here without you,” he whispers into Mickey’s pulse.

Mickey rubs his cheek against Ian’s temple. 

“You ain’t losing a friend. She can’t take that,” Mickey whispers fiercely. “She can’t have that.”

Ian nods, tightening his arms around Mickey. 

“So, we’re just friends?” he asks, hating everything about this situation. 

“We can do that,” Mickey says quietly, lifting Ian’s head. “We’re already doing that. Friends, okay?”

Ian presses his forehead to Mickey’s, aching to his core. 

“Friends,” he agrees reluctantly. 

He kisses Mickey once and is surprised he lets him. He must have needed it as much as he did. They part slowly, untangling limbs and feelings and hopes until they are separated by silence and invisible threats. 

He leaves Mickey under his pillow and walks out of his place on legs that don’t feel like his own.

#wip game #wip wednesday #gallavich #gallavich fanfic #my fic

[whatwouldmickeydo]

Hey Leah💗 How are you doing today?

I have a headcanon Q for you! Well this one is more hypothetical I guess. How do you think Mandy would have reacted if Ian or Mickey would have told her they are together when they started hooking up? What do you think would have been different?

Have a great day (:

Hi hi hi xx anon!! 💗✨

Ooh this is a fun one to think about…

So the only way I can picture Mandy actually finding out in the early seasons is if she caught them herself, because there’s no way baby Mickey would be blabbing about that to ANYONE, and probably definitely threatens her to keep her big mouth shut. (“Relax asshole, I wouldn’t hurt Ian like that”)

Honestly, Mandy is probably the best person they could have potentially trusted that secret with, although I think she would initially be angry and hurt that Mickey stole her fake boyfriend, and that Ian didn’t tell her himself.

I can definitely see that her finding out would terrify Mickey at first, to the point that he starts avoiding Ian and refusing to be around him because he’s afraid of what Mandy might do or say, until she corners him and tells him to stop being a jackass and go see Ian (even if she has NO idea why he’s into Mickey of all people, like you’re making moon eyes over him?? My disgusting brother??)

But Mandy knows Terry, and I don’t think she would ever want to inflict someone like that on anyone else and therefore is perfectly happy to keep it a secret, even if she thinks Ian could do WAY better.

(Also an interesting point to think about - they were definitely not exclusive for much of those early seasons so I think there would be great hilarity in her and Ian talking about boys and that she would have to stop him and say “Wait, are you talking about my brother or someone else right now? Ew, Ian!! You promised you wouldn’t talk about his butt to me!!”)

This DOES have me thinking thoughts about the implications of Mandy knowing about them prior to the s3 sleepover because up to that point I don’t think anything else would dramatically change, and that was such a huge turning point in their relationship. Did Mickey tell her to get lost so he has the house to himself, except now she knows the reason why and can tease him mercilessly about it? Could she have helped prevent the aftermath somehow? 🧐

Also apologies for how long this got 😂

#this was so fun to think about thanks for asking! #now I’m thinking thots about Mandy inadvertently preventing the sleepover and the implications of that #we love a good thinky think about the boy dolls! #gallavich #shameless #shameless headcanons

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Hi Ray!

If you are inspired: part 3 no.15 or part 5 no.12 💖

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?” additional tags: light pet play, experimental puppy play, very light exhibitionism, idk if i like this yet - i'm just dipping my toes in for now - trying something new

It's the perfect early-summer afternoon.

Mickey's spent a lot of time in their backyard, but recently, this is the way he's come to ask for it - stretched out on his back, the grass soft beneath his bare skin and the breeze cool as it wafts over him.

He's perfectly content here, despite being naked down to his briefs. Because of it, maybe. It's freeing. In a way that might visually counteract the rest of his setup, but he loves this shit too. The thick black collar wrapped around his neck... The chain that threads through the ring and keeps him loosely tied to the metal stake in the ground, the lead gone slack in the grass...

It's the perfect early-summer afternoon, and Mickey is leashed up in their backyard, the sun pouring so beautifully over his exposed belly that he has to let out a content little sigh, stretching his arms over his head.

Their fence is tall - the slats overlapping - so if anyone wanted to peek over, they'd have to work for it. But they could do it. If they wanted to. They could stand on their tip toes and see Mickey chained up and sleeping and the thought of it alone has something nasty and pleasurable stirring in his gut as he lies here.

Because would that be so bad?

Mickey daydreams about it, feeling the sun warm his skin. And he's just under that first layer of groggy sleep when he hears the back door sliding shut, the footsteps that approach him setting off a flutter of lazy excitement in his chest for what happens next.

"Hey you..." Ian's voice is so easy. So fond, like the big hand that reaches out and starts to rub over Mickey's bare stomach. "You bein' a good boy out here?"

Mickey stretches a little, enjoying the heat that spreads inside him from the attention.

When he opens his eyes, it's with a pleasant little smile that matches Ian's, who is crouching to the ground to rub soothing circles on his stomach. Fuck, it's nice... So calming... Mickey hums in answer, because that's all he's expected to do. No words. None needed.

And he's not sure he has the words for this feeling anyway. Because when Ian leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead and then murmurs it, very kindly, "Sit up for me...?" the desire to please him is like Mickey's never felt before.

Not like this. Not to this degree.

When he pulls himself up to sit, it's a pleasant stretch, his eyes closing again as he feels Ian carefully pick pieces of grass from his hair. "Not much of a watch dog if you're out here belly-up..." he teases, brushing some off his bare shoulder now. "Thought you were s'posed to be guardin' the place."

Mickey's lashes flutter open. Searching. Carefully trying to piece together the seriousness in that. If he let him down or not.

But before he can worry about it too much, Ian's throwing him a lopsided smile, "That's alright..." his hand coming up to playfully mess in Mickey's hair, thank god. "Too nice out not to nap, huh..."

Now that he's certain he hasn't disappointed, Mickey smiles softly again, nodding in agreement. It really is too nice of a day to not take advantage of it.

And Ian seems to be on the same page. Because he lists forward to plant a quick kiss to the tip of Mickey's nose, "That's my good boy," and then he's unhooking the chain from Mickey's collar. "C'mon."

And god, Mickey's heart soars. He knows it's crazy, but the praise just fucking does something for him. No matter how hard they're going with this for the day - how immersed Mickey says he wants to be. All Ian's gotta do is say those two words and Mickey's fucking melting.

Because that's all it comes down to, isn't it? That's the one thing that's always been true.

Mickey loves to be Ian's. In any way he can get.

And there's nothing that really nails that shit home quite like Ian putting a collar around his neck - Ian holding the lead end of his leash - Ian telling him that he's his and he loves him and he's being good.

It may have spiralled a little, but Mickey's always loved being owned by him. Kept by him. And if he's gonna spend years hearing people call him Ian's guard dog - his pitbull - he might as well prove it.

Which means he follows after him when Ian relaxes back on one of the chaise lounge patio chairs, eager to fill the space beside him.

And again, all it would take is a little peak - a little tip-toe - and anyone at all could see how Mickey lays his head on Ian's stomach, staring up at him patiently until he can get that coveted attention back on him.

Good. Because then they'll see how much Ian loves him. How generous he is when Mickey nudges at his resting hand until Ian gets with the program and uses it to pet over the top of his head.

They probably wouldn't get it, actually. They wouldn't understand how good it feels, Ian's fingers threading through his hair and then coming to scratch behind his ear. They wouldn't get the swoop of fulfillment and desire that rushes in Mickey's belly when Ian looks at him like this.

“Who woulda thought this is something you’re into?” he murmurs pleasantly - a moment of fond introspection.

But Mickey's known this about himself always.

Loyalty.

That's all it is, really, his eyes closing as he rests his head in Ian's lap, once again drifting to the feeling of those hands petting him back to sleep.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

#gallavich #ray writes #smutty one-liners #do we like this... idk if i like this... im learning things about myself and unfortunately making it all your problem as well #hey calli lmao

[callivich]

hey calli! if you're still doing the trope mashup, i'd love to see what you'd do with 64 & 80! 🖤

Hi Jessie! Yes! I’ll keep doing it as long as people keep sending asks 😀💖

Guns/Crime + Protective/Defensive

Oooh, ok. Mickey’s been working at Old Army for two weeks now and because of his shift pattern not matching up with Ian’s, they’ve not seen each other a lot. But Ian’s work has just changed his shift to a better one and now he can leave work in time to go and meet Mickey. So he’s strolling through the mall, taking his time because Mickey doesn’t finish for another ten minutes.

He’s bored. He misses Mickey. So he decides he’ll just go be annoying and hang out in the store and watch Mickey work. But as he gets closer to the store, there’s a flurry of activity. Cops. Shit. Paramedics. Fuck. He has a bad feeling so he breaks out into a run. It’s chaotic. Two paramedics are hunched over a person on the floor. He can see blood.

He knows those legs. Knows those cute white socks that he teases Mickey about wearing. A cop tries to stop him but he pushes past. Fearing the worst.

But it’s ok. It’s ok.

Mickeys awake, propped up on his elbows as a paramedic is applying a bandage to his exposed chest. There’s blood but not a lot.

“What happened?” He knows he sounds hysterical as he kneels down next to Mickey, trying not to get in the way too much but just needing to be near Mickey.

“Fucker stole a jacket. I chased him. He tried to stab me.”

“Did stab you. Lightly.” The paramedic corrects.

“What?!” Ian tries to stay calm.

“You heard her. Lightly. M’fine.”

It’s obvious he’s in pain but pretending like he’s not. Ian reaches for his hand, squeezes it tight. Asks the paramedics questions - will Mickey need stitches, does he have to go to the hospital? Is he gonna be ok?

Mickey’s more concerned with paying for all of this medical help he says he doesn’t need. But his distressed looking boss comes over and assures him that the company will cover all of this. A cop also appears, wanting a full statement from Mickey immediately. Barking out questions - did Mickey know the thief? does Mickey have weapon on him? was this a planned joint robbery that went wrong? has Mickey been casing the place to allow someone to steal from Old Army?

Ian sees red. Jumps up. Reminds himself that he’s also on parole. Says calmly, firmly but with an edge to his voice that Mickey is hurt, that he wouldn’t plot to steal from here, that he was doing his job and was injured doing so. The cop backs down, clearly seeing Ian is not going to let anyone try and mess with Mickey.

Mickey’s coworkers have gone from concerned to very curious at who Mickey’s mysterious hot, redheaded defender is…..

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Gallavich Fanfic Trope Mashup

#gallavich #calli talks #as always feel free to use this as a prompt or continue it #prompt

[very-sleepy-head]

Gallavich Kinktober day 2: “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me” @gallavichthings

Tease me, baby on A03

Summary: Mickey being a tease and Ian fucks it out of him

Tags: Teasing, Top Ian / bottom Mickey , anal sex, light BDSM undertones

Basically 1,466 words of porn with feelings

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It began when they woke up in the morning.

Mickey rubbed his ass against Ian's hard on, lightly but just enough to wake him.

Ian loves morning sex, Ian loves his husband, Ian loves morning sex with his husband.

But as soon as he started kissing Mickey's neck and reached to remove his boxers, Mickey got up and our of Ian's reach.

It was nothing bad, just harmless things, like texting him dirty words while they were talking to other people, moaning as he took a bite of his burger during lunch, rubbing Ian's thigh as he was driving.

But Ian wasn't willing to give him any reaction.

So went they went to the Alibi with friends that night, Mickey decided to up his game.

He went to grab himself another beer and when he returned he sat in Ian's lap. He noticed Ian's hand tightened around his beer bottle.

“Are you trying to chock that beer?” he taunted. Ian took a deep breath and kept engaging in the conversation around the table.

Mickey moved in his lap, knowing it's going to distract the red head.

No reaction.

Fine. Mickey will wait.

Only after a minute he can feel his hot husband's breath on his skin, followed by "Mickey..."

He ignored him.

Payback is a bitch.

“Look, whatever you're doing. I suggest you stop.” Ian whispered into his husband's ear.

Mickey debated saying 'Make me’. but decided against it. He wants to make it home. He has to play it smart.

"Don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Gallagher." he replied loudly. Ian sighed.

"One more beer and we're going home, Mick." He said sternly.

"Three more and we'll go." Mickey argued with a smile.

He could see Ian was close to his breaking point, "One more beer and we're going."

“Can’t wait to get in my pants, can you?” He asked teasingly, as he kissed behind his ear.

Ian unlocked the door and Mickey smirked as he shut the door behind him, entering the apartment.

He was so going to get punished for this, and it's exactly what he wanted.

Mickey kept an innocent expression on his face, knowing it would only rile Ian up. He watched Ian take his coat and shoes off, not even looking in his direction.

"What a boring night, huh?" Mickey said, pretending like his husband's cool behavior went unnoticed. He took his coat off and hung it.

Ian said nothing. He turned to look at his husband as he unbuttoned his shirt. Oh yeah. "Are you tired, red?" Mickey asked.

Ian maintained eye contact as he came closer, "You're such a cock tease." He glanced over Mickey's naked chest and pinched his nipple.

"F-fuck."

Mickey needed some control back.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Gallagher. "

"Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me."

“Or what, tough guy?” Mickey was digging his own grave. This could go one of two ways.

“Or, I’m gonna tease back.” He will pay for this teasing, that's for sure.

Game. Fucking. On.

"Whatever you say, big guy."

"Bedroom. Now."

Mickey reached for Ian's neck and pulled him into a kiss. "You gonna put me in my place?"

"Do as you're told." he warned and kissed him briefly. But he didn't give him the chance to follow instruction, Ian stooped down and picked him up, threw Mickey over his shoulder and slapped his ass.

Fucking hell, he loved it when Ian got like this.

As soon as they reach their bedroom, Ian pushes Mickey on the bed and kisses him roughly. He groans at Mickey’s whimpers, mickey's hands desperately pushing down his jeans and boxers.

Ian stood, “Does my baby need my cock?”

Ian opened his jeans but didn't bother taking them off. Mickey couldn’t help but moan when he saw Ian’s hand moving under his boxers. Mickey wanted to see it.

The contrast of Mickey being completely naked on the bed while Ian was standing above of him, fully clothed, turned Mickey on.

“Beg for it, baby” he smirked down at Mickey.

“Please, Ian. Please fuck me"

"I will. Eventually." Ian dropped his jeans, "Come here."

Fully naked, Mickey kneeled by Ian's feet. "Done with the attitude for tonight or do I need to punish you?"

"I'm done! I'm done! Can I...?"

Ian took his boxers off and began stroking his cock. Mickey could feel his own cock leaking all over his stomach, but he wasn't going to risk annoying Ian.

Ian has such a gorgeous cock.

"After teasing it all day, now you want a taste?"

"Yes, come on..."

"Mmmm... too bad."

"Wh-what?"

"You had me on edge all day... Got me hard under your ass at the bar... Do you enjoy knowing what you do to me, baby?"

"Yes," he panted.

He was desperate to taste the giant dick in front of him.

"You love me mouth? You love how well I suck you, right? Red, let me make you feel good!" He had to play dirty.

Ian groaned, "Love your filthy mouth. Show me how much you want me." He stop stroking himself and leaned forward, pre-cum smeared on Mickey's bottom lip.

More. He needs more.

Mickey took him into his mouth, giving his partner a show, not using his hands. Licking and sucking just how Ian loved it.

"So good, Mick," Ian couldn't help but moan when Mickey moved lower and took his balls into his mouth. "Holy fuck!"

He took in the sight in front of him and noticed how painfully hard Mickey's dick looked. He pulled away from his mouth. "Get on the bed, Mickey. On your back."

Mickey tried getting up, his legs shaking. "Does my baby need a little help?" Ian helped him get on the bed and reached for the lube.

"Do you need me to finger you first, huh?" He slicked up his fingers, "Get that tight little ass ready for me?” He pushed one finger in.

“No. Now. Now. Want you now-”

"I think you're confused, baby." He added another, "I decide when. And you're just going to accept whatever I give you." Ian kept fingering him lazily.

Mickey moaned, "E!" Without missing a beat, he withdraws his fingers

"Think you're ready for me, sweetheart?" his degrading tone doesn’t skim over Mickey's head, but he can't do anything besides nod feverishly, "Hmm, what was that?"

Fuck. Use your words, Mickey. You know he's not going to do anything until you say something.

Ian took Mickey's hand and placed it on his cock, “Is this what you wanted?” He asked in a low voice.

When Mickey didn’t answer, Ian slowly stroked himself with Mickey's hand. His gaze fixed on the hard cock.

“Still with me?” the taller asked with a smile. Mickey eyes snap to look at his face, nodding.

"Ian, please. Fuck me." Mickey groans, "Ian..."

Ian shivers at Mickey’s desperate whine, "You're so beautiful, Mickey. I love when you beg for me."

He grab the lube and poured some on his cock, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, please," Mickey was almost scared he was going to cum as soon as Ian was inside him.

Ian held himself above his lover and adjusted himself at his entrance.

Ian pushed in until he was balls deep and Mickey arched his back off the mattress.

Finally.

Nothing else was on his mind, just pure pleasure. With Ian inside of him he felt whole.

Ian felt fingernails dig into his biceps, Mickey needed him closer, he kissed his neck "Gonna cum?"

The muscles around him tighten, "Let go, Baby, I got you," he encouraged his man.

As soon as he heard it, Mickey let his orgasm take over. Ian kept nailing his prostate and his whole body jerked.

The overstimulation made Mickey whine, "Cum in me! Ian! wanna feel you!" and then he felt the man on top of him tense. Not a moment later Ian's cum filled him.

Ian still held himself from collapsing on top of Mickey, could hardly move, but he was pulled down quickly.

It felt so good to be pressed into the mattress by his husband.

Ian was kissing his neck and he was petting his husband’s hair slowly.

After their breath evened out, Ian rolled on his side and laid next to Mickey.

“How’re you feeling?” Ian asked.

"Good. So fucking good."

Ian tilted his head to kiss him, cupping the back of his neck and kissing him slow and sweetly, soaking in the feeling. Mickey pulled back and he mumbled “I love you…”

“I love you too,” he said, pulling him close.

#gallavich #my writing #kinktober 2022 #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich kinktober #smut #ian x mickey #tease #one shot

[jomilky]

I can see them for sure trying pet play or master/lane dynamics. Also, Mickey having a gaggle of criminals that copy him is beyond hilarious.

But if Mickey has a collar, he’s got to have a leash to go with it 👀 Ian would wind the leash around his hand and use it to pull Mickey back into him when they’re fucking. It’s just lucky that he doesn’t need to worry about hurting him too badly since Mickey is so tough now.

Also, YES TO THE OVERSTIMULATION! Mickey riding Ian over and over until the redhead can’t keep it together even a little bit and is shaking. Ian edging Mickey for hours until the villain is crying and begging to come, and Ian let’s him. But then he makes him come over and over until he can’t take it.

“How is making me come a punishment?”

“Oh, you’ll just have to see…”

Cut to a few hours later…

“Oh god! Please, just please!” Mickey would be shouting by now, voice raw.

“Aww, sweetheart. I think you’ve got at least two more in you. What do you think?”

“I can’t-”

“Can’t what? Be good for me. Don’t you want to be my good slut?” Ian would tease.

“Yes! God, yes I do but I…” Mickey forgets how to speak then as Ian hits his prostate directly.

“Just lie back and take my cock like a good little whore. I’ll get you where I want you to go - do you trust me?”

And despite everything, Mickey does trust Ian not to go too far. He trusts Ian with his life.

“Yes, sir.”

When Ian asked him if he wanted to be his good slut and Mickey just answer YES

🥺🥺🥺

😭😭😭

And with that leash- Just imagine the supervillain is creating chaos all around the city, maybe setting fire and leading his criminal followers to damage public facilities, because a group of politicians are visiting Chicago today and Mickey wants some fun 😈 Ian is chasing after him, cleaning up the mess he leaves behind his flying butt, trying to make him quit making mischief like a little brat, talking to him fairly nicely. Of course Mickey won’t listen. But he suddenly goes very still and quiet when Ian pulls out that leash from nowhere and puts on that stern face. Time for another kind of fun now.

And what everybody else see is that the supervillain stops everything he’s doing out of the blue and follows the superhero into the sky.

#superhero au #ask box