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metalheadmickey · 6 months

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kinktober collection 2023

Prompts came from @gallavichthings kinktober bingo cards. I got two bingos on the blue card including the free space, and one bingo on the purple card including the free space. Thank you gallavichthings for such a lovely collection of prompts! 💜💙

let them see

Prompt: Exhibitionism Additional tags: Public sex, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, multiple orgasms Word count: 6.8k Ian can only joke around and insinuate “showing them how it’s done” so many times before Mickey just has to ask if he’s serious, if he’d be into that kind of thing. Because to his own surprise, Mickey could definitely be into that kind of thing.

beauty in simplicity

Prompt: Domestic Additional tags: Rimming, anal fingering, spit, masturbation, cum marking Word count: 3.4k Sometimes the best way to start your morning is to get right to making a meal of your husband’s ass before the coffee’s even done brewing.

waiting in the light

Prompts: Bondage, Edging, Praise, Gags, Toys Additional Tags: Subspace, Dominant Ian, Submissive Mickey, Gentle Dom Ian Word Count: 3.3k It’s just that Ian’s brought him to the edge so many times, it’s like he can’t come back from it anymore. He’s just balanced there now, and there’s nothing he can take that won’t send him hurtling headfirst into an orgasm that he knows is going to be earthshattering.

run away together

Prompts: Deepthroat, 69 Additional Tags: camping, sharing clothes, oral sex, anal fingering Word Count: 2.8k It’s better than Ian’s initial suggestion, which was booking a fucking bed and breakfast. They’d take an extra day off and get out of the city, and they’d spend it in the woods, for some goddamn reason. And they’d breathe fresh air and disconnect from their phones and see the stars at night. And as it turns out, it’s actually pretty nice.

feels like a dream

Prompt: Collars Additional Tags: Dom Ian, Sub Mickey, Daddy Kink, Possessiveness, Fingers in Mouth, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Gentle Dom Ian, Sleepy Sex, Subspace Word Count: 6.5k That tomorrow is Saturday and they can sleep as much as they want doesn’t matter much to them. They’d do the same on a Tuesday night if it felt right, if it felt like that kind of time for connection.

All chapters rated explicit. Enjoy!

#it's been about a week since it ended so i thought i'd round up my offerings #it's always kinktober in my heart though #kinktober 2023 #gallavich fic #my fic #gallavich kinktober 2023 #kinktober #gallavich #shameless #i know we're moving on to other exciting things! i just wanted put these all in one post

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thereyoflights · 6 months

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Take My Breath, a Gallavich drabble for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt by @arrowflier - “You Never Asked.” Also submitted for @gallavichthings Gallavich Kinktober 2023 event for the prompts “choking”, “hands”, and “breathplay.”

Rated E, 100 words, 1/1 complete.

CW: breathplay, choking, under-negotiated kink, hand jobs, anal sex

Read it below the cut or on AO3 here.

Mickey is pressed back against Ian’s chest, their hips meeting with every thrust of Ian’s hips. Ian’s arm snakes around Mickey’s waist to stroke his cock, doubling the pleasure thrumming through his veins. Ian’s kisses are sloppy and wet against his neck.

Ian’s free hand closes around Mickey’s throat, squeezing until Mickey is gasping for breath, until he can’t breathe. It makes his blood rush faster, and Ian squeezes harder. Mickey comes with a groan, streaks of his spend spilling over Ian’s hand.

“Fuck, Mick,” Ian swears, surprised. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

Mickey chuckles. “You never asked.”

#gallavich #galladrabbles #gallavich kinktober 2023 #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #drabble #gallavich smut #smut #my fic #bri’s writing #prompt fill #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfiction

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gallavichthings · 6 months

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Gallavich Kinktober 2023 is officially over and done with!

I'd like to thank everyone who made a fanwork for our delight, it was much appreciated!

Special thanks to @rayrayor @gallawitchxx and @dynamic-power who fulfilled several prompts and scored a few bingos!

And a super special thanks to @michellemisfit who very nearly fulfilled ALL THE BINGOS. Congratulations, you're our super winner! (But let's face, we're the true winners here.)

You can check they blogs, but also our tag 'Gallavich Kinktober 2023' for all posts.

But fret not, rules for the next event 🎭 coming soon.

#Gallavich #Gallavich Kinktober 2023 #Mod post

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bawlbrayker · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Joe Jonas (mentioned), Nick Jonas (mentioned), Moby Dick (mentioned) Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Gaping, Come Sharing, Blow Jobs, Power Play, Light Dom/sub, Spit Kink, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube Series: Part 2 of Pure Gratuitous Gallavich Smut Summary:

It's filth. Pure filth.

I'm disgusted with myself (I'm really not).

Throwing this bucket of smut at you all for Gallavich Kinktober 2023. Happy Kinktober!!

Thanks @gallavichthings for arranging!

#Gallavich Kinktober 2023 #Ian and Mickey #Gallavich #Gallavich Fanfic

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 21

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

I actually really like writing this, for some reason? You can totally imagine Mickey in the readers place, its why I haven’t used y/n in this one.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

The exhale that left Ian was shaky, his chest shuddering as he puffed out the breath he had been holding for a little too long in anticipation. His arms had been tied to the headboard of your shared bed, his clothes having been removed in quite a hurry when you two got home. Ever since you guys had gotten your own apartment away from his family, your intimate life had only unfolded further than before.

In the past you two didn’t have any time to experiment, since Ian had shared a room with his siblings his entire life, and your family had a habit of just barging in or even kicking down the door if it was locked. It had started with the two of you fucking all over the apartment, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, on the floor of the foyer, the list went on, there wasn’t a single point in your apartment that hadn’t been christened.

After that you guys started exploring different things, different kinks you’d both had an interest in but never got the chance to try. You had a sizable number of toys for this exact reason, even rope made specifically for bondage, said rope woven around Ian’s wrists and the headboard.

One of the kinks Ian had really wanted to try was waxplay, but you had always been a bit unsure, not wanting to burn him on accident. Ian, being who he was, started researching the subject and later on presented you with Soy candles made for waxplay. They were a deep green and unscented, and you knew for a fact Ian had picked that colour since it would look good dripped all over his freckled body.

He didn’t have as many freckles as he used too, having seemingly grown out of it, but during the summer some would still appear all over his face and torso. Sitting on his hips you could truly appreciate those few freckles, an almost taunting grin twitching onto your lips as you ground down against Ian’s naked cock.

You were still in your boxers, it was kind of a power thing, as Ian normally topped and was the one in charge, so something as small as leaving your own clothes on as he was stark naked as the day he was born, helped to put him in the right headspace.

He was already had, probably had gone around with a half chub all day since you had mumbled in his ear that morning that you wanted to use the candles when he got home. That was why he had been so fast to throw off his clothes, leaving a trail of it leading towards your bedroom, where he had thrown himself onto the bed and folded his arms above his head like a well-trained soldier following orders.

You could tell how giddy Ian was as he almost wiggled underneath you, his breath catching when you started running your hands up and down his torso, squeezing his pecs with an appreciative hum before you pinched at his abs, causing them to tighten as Ian gave a soft gasp.

A couple of candles were burning on the bedside table, you had lit them a few minutes before he got home, wanting to take your time before they’d melted enough to be used. As you waited, you took the time to appreciate your lovers’ body, leaning down to nip and bite at his skin, sucking hickeys against his pale neck and chest, ignoring the half-hearted grumble from Ian telling you not to leave hickeys where his coworkers could see.

You knew he didn’t mean it, especially as his cock throbbed against you, already twitching and slick with precum. Wanting to see it, you lifted your hips enough for his hard length to almost bounce against his tight stomach, a tiny pool of precum already gathering between his abs as he huffed when you sat back down on his thighs.

Unable to resist, you reached down and gave the underside of his cock a small pinch, not meant to hurt, but enough to be felt. His hips would have jumped off the bed if you weren’t sitting on him, a grunted noise leaving his clenched teeth as he furrowed his brows in a way you knew meant he was trying to still look like he was somewhat in charge of it all.

You tsked and almost cruelly rubbed your pad of your thumb against his tip, using your other hand to hold his cock still as you switched from your thumb to your palm, moving in quick movements that had a slick noise filling the room as his hips gave a hard jump upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

Ian groaned as his eyes rolled as his lids fluttered, his teeth digging into that delicious bottom lip of his as he tried to contain the higher pitched noises wanted to rip from his throat. His legs jolted against the bed as you gave a harder squeeze around his circumcised head, giving it one last slow cruel stroke before you released it, his length falling back against his stomach with a wet slap.

Ian’s eyes fluttered open as your weight shifted, his breath catching as he saw you grabbing one of the candles off of the bedside table, almost holding his breath in anticipation as you sat back on his thighs once more, now holding the lit candle.

He audibly gulped as you blew out the candle, your free hand settling on his lower stomach as you reached up, holding the candle above his shuttering chest. Ian’s eyes were wide, he looked almost starved as his nostrils flared when he finally remembered to breathe. His eyes tracked the melted wax collecting at the lid of the candle as you turned it, his cock twitching and drooling another drop of white against his stomach.

He didn’t make much noise as you poured the first of the wax against his shaved chest, the streak of dark green standing out starkly against his pale skin. But you could tell from the way his eyes fluttered that he enjoyed it, his inhale sounding a little more rushed than before as his arms flexed against his bindings.

And so, the act continued as you kept pouring melted wax against his torso, even streaking a bit of it up his neck but never getting too close to his face for safety reasons. The colour of the wax lightened somewhat as it dried across his torso, His shuddering becoming more visible the more hot wax you flicked across his body.

Finally, as you grabbed the third and last candle, did he start making audible noise, small huffs and tiny moans leaving him as you painted a line of wax across his nipple, starting to feel more confident in the movements. A stuttered soft curse left him as you painted a line across his stomach, closer than you’d ever been before to his cock.

He looked almost wild with his wide eyes locked down on where the wax was painted across his body, it was obvious he was close as his noises rose in volume and his cock kept jolting and dripping like a broken faucet, the pool of precum on his stomach almost looking like another splash of wax.

Licking your lips, you shuffled down his thighs until you were sitting by his knees, moving where you had been holding the candle. When Ian noticed where you were holding the candle, his gasped hungrily, audible gulping as your eyes met, your eyes asking if he wanted it.

Ian couldn’t have nodded any faster, his lip quivering and deep red from where he had been biting at it. You weren’t gonna drip it right on his dick, you didn’t feel comfortable to do that, but you started dripping wax near it. On his stomach near the tip, downwards on his abdomen beside his length, the flashes of heat from the wax leaving Ian keening as his legs grew more and more restless.

One line of wax across the inside of his thigh seemed to be what kicked off over the edge, white shooting from his tip and covering the layer of green wax covering his torso, the white standing out starkly against the deep green. His legs twitched and jolted under you, but he wasn’t able to move them too much as you were still seated on him, but the huffed moans that left him made it clear just how much he enjoyed it.

Putting the candle away to the side, you rubbed your hands across the outer side of his thighs as he laid there shivering and twitching softly, basking in the flash of orgasm for as long as possible, before he went limp against the bed, his eyes shut and mouth open as he breathed softly.

You leaned down to kiss his wax covered chest before you got to your feet, undoing the bindings holding his arms in place as you kissed his forehead, letting him softly grab the back of your head to pull you into a slow and deep kiss. You mumbled against his lips that you’d be right back, meeting his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss, his pupils blown wide and expression soft and so in love it almost made your teeth ache.

As you grabbed what you needed to clean up your shared experience from the bathroom, you couldn’t help but decide it hadn’t been as bad as you thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, and seeing how Ian had reacted you most definitely wanted to do it again, and you had a feeling Ian wouldn’t have anything against that either.

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heymrspatel · 6 months

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you like that? sweet, just like my big guy

for @gallavichthings kinktober 2023 prompts: food kink + bondage + sensory deprivation collection on tumblr & ao3

#waaaah i made it! i started working on this one in september and JUST finished it at 11:15pm. livin' on the edge and that!#*deep breath* aaand that's kinktober 2023! i didn't reach my goal but i'm very happy & proud of what i've been able to do! 💙#love you love you love you love you #shameless #shameless fanart #gallavich #gallavich fanart #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #shamelessnet #myart #digital art #fanart #jdoeskinktober2023 #kinktober 2023 #jgoeskinky

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 - @gallavichthings Word-count: 800 words Bingo Squares: Hands, Choking Additional Tags: prison boyfriends, emotional sex, choking, light size kink, mickey gets existential about their future [ follow my cards ]

Summary: Tonight, when the lights go out in their cell, Mickey needs to shut his brain off. And he needs Ian’s hands to do it.

[ read it on archive of our own ]

#last year i started kinktober with something angsty and existential so im gonna continue the bit - here go :)#shameless #gallavich #kinktober 2023 #ray writes

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softmick · 7 months

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well hi 👋. happy kinktober! 🎃 here’s some somnophilia if you’re into that. nsfw and there is an image so, be aware.👇 big thank you 🙏 to @gallavichthings for hosting!

Ian was already achingly hard when he slipped into the dim bedroom. He pictured Mickey naked on all fours and demanding after the messages he’d received. Never mind that they’d come hours ago, a flurry of vibration when he’d turned his phone back on after landing at Midway, or that Mickey had since changed gears.

So he found his husband fast asleep, as he had more recently promised, both arms and one leg wrapped tightly around a pillow. He palmed himself and let his eyes wander over Mickey’s hip and his smooth, bare ass. Ian couldn’t sleep, not yet. Not without some relief. He noted the lube on the nightstand and crossed the room.

After a few moments he stood over Mickey’s sleeping body and took his cock into a slick hand. “Mickey?” he questioned softly to no response.

Ian watched Mickey’s chest and belly rise and fall with his quiet even breaths and stroked himself in time. Mickey was always pretty, but softened in sleep he looked sweeter, innocent even. Ian felt conflicted, briefly torn between a strong urge to cover and protect and an equal desire to take.

Mickey had given him an invitation after all. Fucking hot, man. Like you can’t even bother waking me up ‘cause you want me so bad. That’s how he’d explained it weeks ago. So many of Mickey’s fantasies came down to the same thing. He wanted to know, even after all this time, that he was desired without question, that Ian was just as helpless to the pull between them. And, God was he. Knowing that Mickey wanted him just as much, trusted him this much, gave Ian a heady rush, too.

Ian eased onto the bed, straddled Mickey’s extended leg, then stilled. His heart fluttered against his ribs. Even with permission he felt afraid of getting caught. Or maybe the goal was to be caught? He wasn’t sure. He’d try anything for Mickey, though and it didn’t feel like much of a sacrifice on his part. Especially not with Mickey stretched out before him like a goddamn offering.

“Fuck,” he sighed out.

Ian reached a tentative hand out to run his fingers over the curve of Mickey’s low back, to the dimples that fit his thumbs so perfectly. He kept the touch light, his eyes drifted to Mickey’s face and back down. Nothing. Ian moved his fist over his own length spreading the lube evenly. He took a deep breath and then held it as he laid his other hand fully over Mickey’s pretty ass cheek. His exhale came out shakily and he dug his fingers in to the soft flesh. He rubbed his thumb up and down as if he could soothe himself. And then he went for it, spreading Mickey open.

Time seemed to dilate, each moment like a lifetime as he waited to see if Mickey would stir. When he didn’t Ian returned his attention to Mickey’s pretty hole. He moved his thumb closer pulling at the delicate skin, sticky from the lube Mickey had used earlier. Ian watched as Mickey opened up before him and groaned. His nerves were dissolving rapidly. He rubbed at the pink rim, pressed against the muscle within. He wondered how long his husband had fucked himself with his own slender fingers given how pliant he felt. Ian slid two slick fingers inside the heat of Mickey’s body.

“So good for me.”

Reverence. Violation. Ian wasn’t so concerned with the difference now. There was a fire spreading through him, from deep within Mickey up his arm and straight to his core. Ian lazily pumped his fingers and let his gaze wander. Mickey was so goddamn soft. Not just his perfect pale skin or the sparse hair over his arms and legs, but his whole body relaxed and loose. All the tension melted out in sleep, like a doll waiting to be posed. Ian released himself to push Mickey’s bent leg higher and felt a swoop of arousal in his belly when the muscled thigh moved without resistance.

Ian spoke softly as he lined himself up, “So pretty, Mick. So sweet.”

He bent down and pressed a kiss to Mickey’s shoulder as he rubbed the tip of his cock against the puckered skin and pushed forward just the slightest bit. “Gonna go slow, not gonna hurt you.”

Ian sat up again to watch as he eased in slowly, the dark head disappearing inside the first ring of muscle. He pulled back against the weak resistance, moaning obscenely as the sensitive ridge was squeezed and popped out. Then he pushed in again, a bit further, feeling the second ring tighter around him. He missed the way Mickey would gasp with the first penetration. In the present moment Mickey remained still, quiet, but Ian knew it well enough to conjure it for himself.

Ian repeated the motion, pulling out and pushing in bit by bit, until his hips pressed against his husband’s body. He leaned forward again, kissing all the warm skin he could reach then moved to lie behind Mickey. He pressed his chest firmly against his husband’s and wrapped an arm over his waist. Close like this and surrounded by hot, wet, heat Ian felt his heart flip. He had arrived at their door some time earlier, but here, this was home. His cheeks flushed and he felt his eyes moisten. He began to move again as tears and words fell from him, over and over. “I love you, Mickey. Love you so much…”

As the emotions quieted, Ian came back to the physical sensation. He guided Mickey’s body back perfectly in time with his own small thrusts, each pull bringing the soft flesh of Mickey’s ass firmly against his hip and thighs. As he pressed his face into Mickey’s hair, the smell flooded his brain and he began to roll his hips. Pleasure pulsed rhythmically, bloomed from their connection out through his skin and into the room around them. He pulled Mickey back more harshly with his desperation building.

Mickey nuzzled his head back for less than a moment and stilled again. Ian came abruptly as the waves that had been building in him crashed all together at once. He cried out into Mickeys ear and relaxed into the bed. He breathed deeply, willing his heart to slow. Mickey’s fingers wove into Ian’s. His voice was low and raspy, “Missed ya’.”

Ian exhaled a laugh. “Missed you, too, so much.”

“Mm. Breakfast?”

“Of course. Whatever you want, baby.”

Their thumbs rubbed together briefly before Mickey fell back into sleep with a gentle sigh. Ian laid there listening to his husband breathe until he drifted off himself.

#kinktober 2023 #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fic #mine

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