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rayrayor · 26 days
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@gallavichthings Thank you for hosting the gift exchange
I totally did yet another fan girl geek out to be able to gift @whatthebodygraspsnot a story. It was double the fun as bottom Ian is a guilty pleasure of mine too.
I hope all the notes hit just right and it is a yummy little gift 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
Told from Mickey’s POV
Prompt/idea
Ian is feeling submissive and husband mickey takes very good, attentive care of him (ex. gently guiding him through a task doing something for him/talking sweetly to him) before gently domming him in their home (bottom Ian would be lovely, but tor Ian works too!) little extras to consider: sweet pet names, fingers in ian's mouth , fingers in ian's hair, mickey praising him, literally anything physically gentle/borderline babying <3 (not age piay ino). Ian can either be pouty or a perfect angel -
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ms-moonlight-inn · 10 months
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Gallavich Week 2023 --Free Day
Sorry, I only managed to get one fic out this year, but at least this one comes with art AND it signals the announcement of MIckey’s second item on his Sex Bucket List. (Oh yeah, this is officially a series now.)
As always, a huge thanks and shout out to @gallavichthings for the amazing events. an extra special thanks for allowing me to come in late with this one. The struggle is very real. 🤣😂
Without further ado: Something F*ggy, featuring two pieces of art by the wonderful @darthvaders-wife . Here’s one:
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you-show-me-love · 2 years
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Mickey decided early on in their marriage that he hated baths. He may be gay but not that gay. With the water and the bubbles and the salts and smells he just knew right away it wasn't for him.
His husband on the other hand...
After a long day at work Ian would come home and immediately start a bath. If Ian was stressed out from family drama he'd spend what felt like hours soaking in the tub. It's hot outside? Bath. It's cold outside? Bath. Ian was practically a fish!
He was just in the other room but Mickey missed him by his side, though he liked how warm and relaxed Ian was when he did eventually join his husband on the couch or in bed. But Mickey wanted more. More time. More connection.
So next time Ian draws a bath Mickey stands in the doorway watching him fill the tub. When Ian removes his clothes Mickey follows, and when Ian sinks into the steaming, fragrant water with a pleased sigh Mickey, with the grace of a baby elephant, elbows his way into the small space until he's leaning back against Ian's chest.
Water splashed everywhere and sensitive parts were definitely knocked around, but the husbands eventually fit together with Ian's long freckled arm wrapping around Mickey's shoulder, his hand cupping his chest. Mickey's knees stick out of the water while Ian's are lifted to rest on the edge of the tub to leave him room. It was way better than Mickey's first bath experience being pressed into the faucet of the Gallagher's grimy old tub. Maybe this wasn't so bad. He mimicked the deep exhale he felt aginst his back and sunk further into the soak, letting his eyes close and revel in the close proximity to the love of his life.
"Knew you'd come around." Ian murmured against his husband's ear, landing a kiss on it just before the grump of a man pulled away to glare at him.
"This is still gay as hell."
Ian hummed in appeasement and pulled Mickey back against him, cupping water in his large hand and splashing it onto Mickey's dry chest until he felt his husband relax back into him.
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squirrel-fund · 2 years
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Galladrabble: Tomato
This week's @galladrabbles prompted by @mmmichyyy
"One double bacon cheeseburger. Hold the fucking tomato."
That's what Mickey used to say.
Before he could see past his shitty childhood.
Before he escaped prison to head to Mexico.
Before he rolled on the fucking cartel just to get his own happy ending. Even if it meant being behind bars.
Before he was a husband. Before he had a husband.
But now, sitting in their favorite diner, holding his husband's hand he orders his double bacon cheeseburger with extra tomatoes and Ian gives him a curious look.
"Extra tomatoes?"
Mickey shrugs. "They're for you."
Everything was for Ian now.
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mrs-monaghan · 1 year
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Why does Black and white hit different? 😭😭
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vintagelacerosette · 5 months
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Commission by the extremely talented & sensational Alice @darthvaders-wife 🥰 Hiiii loves have some gallavich kissing in the rain as a treat 💛💖
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panevanbuckley · 1 year
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mickeym4ndy · 14 days
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you’re my best friend
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deedala · 7 months
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These husbands have a habit of standing around in the kitchen eating cereal in their boxers.
somewhere along the way i couldn't decide whether or not i should have just left it flat and bare so here...enjoy flat minimalistic cereal husbands as well (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ 
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Version originally posted before my art tweaks:
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iandarling · 9 days
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I know we all joke about how violent Mickey is (or pretends to be) but Ian have you seen the size of Ian?? And given his military and rotc background he could beat the absolute living daylight out of someone…
Especially if someone hurts his husband
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golden28s · 9 months
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the only dialogue ian had in s11 (real)
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ms-moonlight-inn · 1 year
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Here he is, in all his bunnyboy glory. Read about his adventures in a gift fic written for @filorux . Art by the talented @darthvaders-wife
Art posted with permission from the giftee. 💕
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ohkate · 7 months
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You wanna have a baby?
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squirrel-fund · 2 years
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Quickly what sappy thing has Mickey done that made Ian smile this week (apart from the extra tomatoes 😌)
Drish!!! It's only Tuesday and he's been BUSY in the sap department. Also I realized this got away from me 🤣
So, it's only 6 days until Ian's birthday and Mickey has been planning for a week now. Not to mention, Mickey celebrates the entire month of May doing little things for Ian because he missed so many birthdays and by God he won't miss any more.
This week, he's been up before Ian (a fucking miracle) to get breakfast started. Today, it's French toast (he's excited to make this because he watched some bitch named Rachel on tv make it and it seemed pretty easy), scrambled eggs, fresh fruit (only for Ian), and of course, bacon. And not that turkey shit Ian buys. You get the OG bacon for your birthday month.
Before breakfast is done, Ian comes in and wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the back of his neck. "You don't have to do all this, Mick."
Mickey just tuts at that. "What? Make breakfast? I was gonna do it anyway. You ain't special, Gallagher."
Obviously he is. He's everything. But Mickey can't admit that this fucking early. He'll get there tho.
Ian just grins, turning Mickey away from the stove top and kisses his husband softly on the lips. "I'll be back. I love you."
"Love you more."
And that's something new that Mickey's been doing lately. Saying he loves Ian more. That was a tough conversation because apparently it had upset Ian.
So Mickey explained that he had read something online about when people say they "love you more" It's not a contest. It means he loves him more than the bad days ahead of them. More than the fights they'll have. More than any distance that could come between them. And that basically he loves Ian most. Above anything else.
And that's the truest fucking thing Mickey has ever known.
His dad loved guns and drugs more.
He loved beating him more.
He loved everything more than Mickey and no one should ever feel that way.
And Ian never will. He'll always feel loved as long as Mickey has a say.
Ian leaves for his run and as soon as the door shuts, Mickey heads to the hallway closet where today's gift is hidden.
It's an old shoebox, but the box isn't the gift, it's the contents inside. The letters, all in order, from the first time Mickey started to write to Ian. He never sent them. How could he? It wouldn't have been fair. He knew Ian didn’t want to wait. Knew he lied that day, shit, Mickey had told him to. But writing to him, pretending things were fucking normal? That made life behind bars a little bit easier.
Until the stack of letters became too much. Staring at Mickey from their hiding places. Suddenly his lie became unavoidable. And he made an escape plan with his cell mate.
Mickey closes his eyes. Those memories aren't allowed here today. Maybe he'll talk about them in therapy later in the week. But not today. Today is good. He gets to have good.
He plates their breakfast after calling Fiona, letting her know he bought her plane ticket so she can come visit for Ian's actual birthday.
Then he puts the box on Ian's chair, and right on time, Ian walks through the front door.
"It smells amazing in here! I'm starving-" Ian sees the box. "What's this?"
"Guess you better open it and find out, Red."
When Ian sees the letters he smiles. "Letters?"
"One for every day I was in that shit hole. Like I said," He reaches for Ian's hand, squeezing it tight. "I love you more."
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mrs-monaghan · 2 years
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mw567152 · 8 months
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hi i’m back with another poll
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