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batty4steddie · 26 days

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bones 🦴 @galladrabbles

Ian was obsessed with how well Mickey’s hand fit in his. The size of their bones complimented each other. Ian was already convinced they were soulmates, but the first time they held hands and their fingers laced together perfectly, he felt it. One of Ian’s favorite things to do was hold Mickey’s hand. Any excuse he had, he took it. When he wanted to show Mickey something, he’d take his hand. Ian would thread their fingers so they wouldn’t get separated in a crowd. He held on tight while they fucked and after when he didn’t want to let go.

#galladrabbles #gallavich #shameless #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fluff #holding hands

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swampthingking · 2 months

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andrew puts his hands in neil’s pocket when they walk together. just puts his fingers into neil’s pocket and holds onto it. sometimes when it’s cold neil will put his hand in there too and andrew will allow hand holding. in crowds andrew will just hang onto the hem of neil’s shirt. doesn’t even notice he does it it’s just instinctive

#that shameless scene w ian and mickey but it’s andreil #andrew’s like “i don’t hold hands that’s gay.”#neil: “…we are gay”#andrew: “i’m not that gay”#aftg #andreil #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court

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whatwouldmickeydo · 4 months

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Do you think they argue about if Mickey has freakishly small hands or if Ian has freakishly large hands

Mickey gets annoyed sometimes but then Ian wraps his freakishly large hands all the way around his neck while they’re fucking and he forgets what he was complaining about

#it works every time #the way his hands almost meet when he’s holding his waist #also #Mickey wrapping his smaller hands around Ian’s big ass dick #never fails to get both of them massively turned on at the size difference #thanks for asking this was fun to think about 😃#gallavich #shameless #asks

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michellemisfit · 8 months

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Taylor Swift, but make it Gallavich?

Okay @gallacrafts, why not?

I mean, the reason as to why not are manyfold and include this being a completely insane thing that I apparently thought would be fun on announcment day, and only just finished at 1am, a full SEVEN DAYS later.

I'm not good with computers, why would I do this to myself??? Oh yeah, because curly haired baby boy on the self titled album is the cutest thing ever, Speak Now Mickey is like... so hot! Gallavich 1989 is the indie album of my dreams, and Midnights took about 3 hours of skimming the show for every time Mickey Milkovich lights a cigarette (almost ending in complete despair because he either a) smokes outside and ALWAYS cups his whole-arse hand over the flame, b) blocks the lighter with his cigarette packet, or c) lights up out of shot!!) - But now it's my favourite of the whole bunch.

Anyway, hope y'all like it. Please be gentle.

Which one’s your favourite? 👀

#gallacrafts #theme 24 #gallavich eras #mys art #GALLASWIFT #taylor swift #eras #digital nonsense #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #i don't even know #sometimes stuff like that just happens okay? ... okay.#thank to Deanna - as usual - for all the digital hand holding and the assist on Fearless’ Ian’s clothing 😘

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thepupperino · 11 months

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Galladrabbles #75–Pressure

Thanks @michellemisfit for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt!

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For all intents and purposes, they’re a couple.

Couples hold hands.

Honestly, Ian kind of expects Mickey to pull away. Fuck, if he had tried this a week ago? But they’ve kissed now and he’s sleeping at Mickey’s tonight and those facts give him courage.

He sets his beer on the table and wipes his hands on his jeans.

It takes him almost ten minutes, but he slides his hand over just enough that his pinky rests on Mickey’s.

Mickey doesn’t move.

Ian doesn’t mind.

He forgets about the movie, too focused on the pressure of Mickey’s finger against his.

#babies holding hands 🥹#it counts!#ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #galladrabbles #shameless

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takeyourpillsbitchh · 8 months

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

#ian holding mickey in his hands like he’s the most precious innocent thing in his life #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich #i love them #my babies

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sluttymickey · 2 years

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I am thinking about. HANDS.

s1 Mickey having his hand held for the first time by a boy 🥺 Him in juvie after lights off, thinking about Ian putting his hand on the glass like a dork and about how it would feel to properly hold Ian's hand

Mickey trying to hide his blush after he accidentally brushes his hand against Ian's at the Kash&Grab.

At the sleepover. Them slowly inching their hands towards each other on the couch before Ian gets the courage to wrap his pinkie over Mickey's hand Mickey pointedly keeps looking at the movie but interwines his fingers between Ian's 🥺

When Mickey's sure Ian's asleep, he looks at the arm Ian's got wrapped around Mickey's waist and grabs onto Ian's hand to bring it closer to his chest. And as Mickey's falling asleep, he thinks about how he feels safe and warm for the first time ever in that house

Holding Ian's hand for the first time in public as they walk home from the Alibi in s4 🥺

Holding hands for the first time while having sex and he loves how close it makes him feel to Ian 🥺

In prison, thinking about how he'd give anything to hold Ian's hand again. Feeling like he's finally home when Ian wraps his hand over his at the docks and when he falls asleep holding Ian's hand. Loosely holding Ian's hand as they're stargazing, not knowing that it's gonna be the last time he holds Ian's hand for a while

And then he's back in prison. It's lights out and they're both cuddled up in the lower bunk and he's holding Ian close to his chest and pressing little kisses against his neck and Ian doesn't let go of his hand the entire night.

And the way he now gets to hold Ian's hand always!! Otter husbands holding hands as they fall asleep!! Or holding onto Ian's hands while Ian teaches him to swim!! Or playing with Ian's hand while they're casually cuddling on the couch!! Or they've just had sex and all Mickey knows is that he feels good and floaty and he's holding Ian's hand and Ian's telling him he loves him!! Or Ian's walking past Mickey and Mickey grabs his hand and pulls him back towards him for a suprise kiss!!

Just!!!!

H A N D S

#?????#no clue what happened here #i was just existing and then my brain went #H A N D S 😵💫#anyway #maybe I'll fill one of the hand holding prompts in my inbox tonight 😌#ian×mickey #/d

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look-i-love-u · 2 years

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Galladrabbles - Mickey and Tami

2nd idea. Because I love them.I also love @galladrabbles and Lyle @milkovetti, so a second drabble was a given. Enjoy!

“What’s that?” Ian frowns at Tami’s wrist.

She blinks. Follows Ian’s line of sight and sighs. She carefully pries the bottle of beer from his fingers - better not waste a good drink.

“I think you know what this is…”

There’s a little tattooed star staring right back at Ian. Its twin is hidden underneath Mickey’s shirt, resting on his hip.

Tami laughs as Ian’s face rapidly changes color. Going pale, well…paler, then turning an alarming shade of red.

She gets her phone out the second Ian grabs his coat.

Mickey picks up quickly.

“Milkovich!”.

“ Tamietti, ‘fuck you want?”.

“He knows…”

#yes M+T got matching tattoos and maybe a certain someone didn't ask about it when it appeared on his husband's skin #maybe that certain someone just assumed it's a reminder of nights spent stargazing and looking for shooting stars before going feral #and maybe he doesn't know that Mickey once spent an entire night with Tami while Freddie had a bad fever #and Lip was gone and she couldn't reach Ian but Mickey was there. Holding her hand. Worrying with her. Taking care of a screaming Freddie #and all the while Freddie's nightlight was on even when the fever broke and Mickey and Tami fell asleep under the star constellations #so you better run Mickey... the green eyed 9'' monster is coming for you #galladrabbles #gallavich #shameless #mickey milkovich #tami tamietti

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thelostmagicians · 10 months

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Unlucky | Lip Gallagher

Summary: Lip Gallagher has a shitty life, but he still has a chance of a happy future with you. [2.4k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, insecure Lip

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Lip Gallagher has always considered himself unlucky for as long as he could remember. If you asked him to describe his life in three words he’d use shitty, shitty, and extremely shitty.

He was dealt a crappy hand since the beginning not standing a fighting chance even as a kid.

There was always so much crap to deal with, whether it was bills that needed to be paid, kids that need to be taken care of, or anything dealing with Frank and Monica, sometimes he felt as if the weight of the world was resting on his chest and the only breath he’d be able to take peacefully would be his final one. He’s grateful for all the help he has because everyone pulls their weight as much as they can, but sometimes he just wishes life was just a little bit kinder to him. He wishes that he was able to do something with his high IQ, make something of himself and finally get out of this hell hole, but that didn’t roll over so well. But just as he was slowly losing hope the universe finally took pity on him and gave him you, so now he’s hanging onto you with everything he’s got.

It’s quiet in the Gallagher household when Lip shuffles out of bed. He can’t remember the last time he was able to sleep past 7am, so when he wakes up to birds chirping at 9am instead of the usual yelling and chaos, he’s surprised and even a little scared. He makes his way towards the bathroom getting ready to fight whoever is next in line, but finds it empty and even clean. He’s shuffling around, looking through doors to find a sense of life in his otherwise loud home when he hears a squeal from the backyard. He doesn’t think twice before grabbing a nearby bat and hurtling through the backdoor towards the pool, but he stops once he sees the atmosphere is anything, but fearful. Frannie is being tossed back and forth between Carl and Mickey in the pool, Fiona and Ian are chasing Liam with the garden hose and Debbie is bringing in watered down lemonade from the kitchen.

He has no idea what caused this change of pace, but he isn’t mad about it. Just as he’s about to make himself known, he feels a soft touch caressing his back.

“Hey baby,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his neck.

He turns his head at your sweet voice finally fully awakening his sleepy trance. Lip tugs you towards him by the belt loops of your, too short, cut off shorts and breathes into your neck. Hands slowly creeping down towards your ass to grab and pet, not socially acceptable in front of family, but he couldn’t care less.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he rasps into the valley of your chest, slightly picking you up to hug you closer. “What’s going on out here?”

“Thought everyone could use a day off especially in this heat, so Debs and I planned a pool party. Wanna join me?”

He pulls back on slightly to finally get a look at your face, your eyes are kind and happy followed by a mischievous smile.

“Sure, let me get my trunks on and I’ll be down soon.” You reward him with a soft peck on his chapped lips and an arm squeeze before moving out of his hold and grabbing some leftover toast.

The day goes by without a hitch. Everyone enjoys the much deserved break filled with laughter, junk food, and only a few fights. You’re nearly on top of Lip as you cuddle as close as you can basking in the happiness before you get ready to go out. There are only a handful of days that you and Lip both get off at the same time, so any day given is taken as a golden opportunity to spend some time together, leaving your worries at home. You plant a small peck to Lip’s cheek before untangling yourself from his hold as he answers the ringing phone.

You don’t hear much of the conversation, just faint hmms of acknowledgement as you're flying past rooms trying to get ready as fast as you can. You’re struggling with your heels as Lip comes over and steadies you, your smile meeting with his frown.

“Sweetheart, they called me in to cover someone else’s shift and you know I hate to do this, but they’re offering me time and half..” he trails off.

A quick look of disappointment flashes on your face, before you cover it up with a reassuring look. You’re disappointed, sure, but not at Lip. Never at Lip. Just the shitty circumstances that forces the both of you to work as much as you can just to make ends meet.

“It’s okay, I get it. We can always reschedule, don’t worry about it.” You pull him in and hold on to his waist hoping to ease his guilt, but your efforts go to waste as his eyebrows stay furrowed and his frown deepens.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear it,” Lip murmurs against your lips before squeezing your arm and letting you go.

You watch him leave, slowly pulling off your heels and plopping yourself on the old couch, sighing already missing Lip. Your eyes shift trying to think of things to do now that your night opened up, but your mind keeps drifting back to Lip. You had eaten dinner earlier with everyone, skipping out on dessert and opting to get your fill when you go out, but now that plans have changed you were now missing both your boyfriend and something sweet to nibble on.

You quickly change out of your clothes and put on a pair of old shorts before deciding to make a batch of brownies. Lip works hard and if you guys couldn’t go out for dessert tonight, then you were going to bring dessert to him.

He’s halfway through his shift when he spots you coming in, hands holding a tupperware to your chest.

“Honey, what are you doing down here,” he shouts from across the room.

“Wanted to spend some time with you before I leave for my shift. I made some brownies since we missed dessert, care to join me?” you plead hopefully.

Lip’s heart aches with love and a lot of guilt. He can’t believe you would go through all that trouble just to see him. He calls out to say he’s taking his break before leading you to a secluded corner.

“I’m really sorry about today,” he hugs you from behind swaying back and forth, mouth opening occasionally as you feed him a chunk of the sweet treat.

You squeeze his wrist in response, “s’lright you can’t help it. I just like spending time with you.”

He smiles softly for the first time that night, stress immediately leaving his body. “Though, I love that you did all this for me, I don’t love the idea that you were walking alone this late at night.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep you company until you can walk me home then,” you compromise.

Lip’s shift goes by somewhat fast now that you’re here to keep him company. He’ll leave his station sporadically to check up on you and to keep you from falling asleep. He’s in the final stretch now, only 30 more minutes before you get to go home and fall asleep holding each other, after a long day. He looks over hoping to catch your eye and send you a smile when he feels his face slowly morphing into a glare. A glare aimed at the guy standing way too close to you, a guy whose intentions go beyond a friendly conversation, and a guy who on paper was everything you deserved, but Lip couldn’t be.

You finally glance at Lip sending a small wave and smile as you keep nodding along to the fucker next to you. He had fluffy brown hair and honestly looked quite plain if it wasn’t for the gleaming rolex on his wrist and the shiny Gucci emblem on his belt. He was a rich kid, probably from the nearby university, wasting away mommy and daddy’s money, chatting up pretty girls and sweeping them off their feet with his money. Lip’s never felt insecure about your relationship, you never gave him a reason too, but once he compares his ratty jeans and stained shirt to the pristine polo of Richie Rich he can’t help but wonder if he’s good enough for you when you can do so much better.

Lip was struggling. He never learned how to tie a tie before and now that the time has come, he’s racking his brain trying to get the knot perfect. He knew you couldn’t care less about a stupid tie, you were anything but superficial, but since that dreaded night when he witnessed you being chatted up by Richie Rich, Lip’s come to the conclusion that he was going to try his hardest to give you the perfect life.

When Lip proposed going up to the north side for dinner, you were shocked. You’ve been there a few times mostly on walks or running errands, but you’ve never been there to spend actual money considering neither of you could afford it. The most you and Lip would do is windowshop and daydream about the things you would buy if you had the money, before being chased off by the glaring sales people.

He picks you up at your door, pecking your cheek softly and telling you how beautiful you look. He takes your hand and leads you to the borrowed car before pulling out an expensive bouquet from the backseat. Your hands flatter as you mutter a quiet thanks. You’re a little confused at the grand gesture since Lip’s never gotten you flowers before, at least not without reason. He’s gotten you flowers exactly four times since he’s known you: the first on your first date, the second for your graduation, and the last two times for your anniversary. And all those times the flowers were below 5 bucks, something he picked up from the corner store. But the bouquet he gave you now had to be worth at least a day’s salary, you and Lip had a mutual understanding since the start that since money was scarce you wouldn’t spend it on materialistic things for each other, but lately it seems like he forgot that promise. He’s been taking you out to eat nearly everyday, always putting money down and never letting you pay, surprising you with little gifts, but worst of all he’s been running himself haggard, taking up as many shifts as he possibly could.

He notices your quiet demeanor as he starts driving, “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I just…” you hesitate, not wanting to offend him. “I’m grateful for all of this Lip, really I am, I love everything you’ve gotten me, but I’m confused about where you’re getting all the money from and why you’re doing all this in the first place.”

Lip tightens his grip on the wheel, “Isn’t this what you want? Isn’t this what all girls want?” Lip scoffs the memory of Richie Rich slowly coming into picture.

“I don’t understand what changed, everything was fine before, why are you spending money you don’t have? You don’t think I know that you’re working yourself to death trying to afford this shit?” Your voice raises in annoyance.

“Yeah, well that’s my problem, it’s none of your concern how I get all this as long as you get it.”

“It is when you’re burning money on materials that won’t even last the year instead of investing in our future.”

Lip pulls to stop as the words leave your mouth. “Our future?” He asks.

You lick your lips, trying to think of a way to backtrack but his eyes plead with you to tell the truth. “Yeah, our future. You know when we eventually move out, get a place of our own and have a kid or two?”

Lip smiles at the thought, “You want all that with me?”

You nod incredulously, “What did you think this was you idiot? That we were just playing boyfriend/girlfriend? Look I appreciate all these gestures, but the way I see it you’re burning 50 bucks on flowers that are gonna wither in a week instead of spending that money on something like our future house.”

Lip cups your chin in endearment before pulling you in for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry, I let everything get away from me.” He huffs in frustration before letting your chin go and clenching his fists. “It’s just when you visited me at work a few weeks back you were talking to this guy. This very rich guy who… I don’t know… I know you aren’t like that, but I couldn’t help but think this is all I’ll be able to offer you, at least right now. I will never be able to whisk you away on a private jet or buy diamonds just cause.”

You giggle as you hold his face in your soft hands, his head tilting to lean into your palm. “Lip Gallager, for someone with an insanely high IQ, you are so incredibly stupid, ” He huffs out a laugh in embarrassment as you continue, “That guy, that fool was annoying as fuck. I was just trying to get him off my back. And not to mention incredibly fucking stupid. Everything that was coming out of his mouth made me cringe and thank the stars that you’re nothing like him.”

He kisses your palm before pulling you into another kiss. “Can we skip the fancy restaurant now?” you ask as he presses kisses to your pouty lips.

“Where do you wanna go instead?”

“Family dinner, and then out for ice cream?” you suggest. He nods before putting the car back in drive.

Lip Gallagher was all sorts of fucked up. But somehow in his fucked up life, he managed to find you, his light at the end of a dark, narrow, and gloomy tunnel and he thinks, maybe, he isn’t so unlucky after all.

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galaxysgal · 3 months

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Lip Gallagher would fuck his girl so good after coming home from college and then be all domesticy

i fucking agree !! heres a little blurb for you <33 nsfw 18+. rough lip, unprotected p in v, praise, aftercare, domesticity

it's been so long since you've seen lip. five weeks, three days, and eleven hours. but who's counting anyway? it doesn't matter how long its been, or how much you missed him, how much you thought of him when he was away at school. he was here now. that was what mattered.

his hands and lips have been all over you since the moment he stepped off the L. you're alone in his room now, bent over his desk and crying from it. tears leak down your cheeks as he grips your now-messy ponytail in one hand.

"good fucking girl," he growls in your ear, thrusting sharper so that your hips are banging repeatedly against the desk. you whimper and press your ass back into him, you try to speak but all that comes out is a garbled moan of his name. he smiles at this, sharp and wicked as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass. "o-oh shit- missed this, jesus."

you manage to pant out, "fuck! missed it so much," before you're clenching around him and arching your back in a white-hot wave of pleasure.

lip coos in your ear, "so fuckin' tight f'me. tha's my girl." his hips speed up and his thrusts become erratic, his teeth biting down softly on your ear as he comes inside you.

you let out an exhausted whine and crumple into the desk, feeling his chest press against your back. he pulls out with a soft hiss, fingers trailing patterns over the expanse of your back as his lips map a trail of kisses across your nape. he really had missed you.

"lemme get ya some clean clothes," he murmurs, standing and cleaning himself up with a spare tee before searching his drawers for something of yours. he finds a loose tank top of his and a comfy little pair of shorts for you, cleaning you up with gentle hands and helping you to stand as he dressed you.

you smile warmly and lean yourself against lip's chest. his heartbeat is soft and quick under your ear, a stark contrast to how soft and sated you feel. his lips kiss your hairline with gentle fervor, smattering small pecks to whatever he can reach. "missed you," you murmur, to which he laughs softly.

"missed ya too, sweetheart." he replies, pulling away and finding a cozy sweater to wrap you in. "ian an' mickey are downstairs, an' i'm fuckin' hungry. c'mon," he tells you with a grin. he locks his fingers in yours and pulls you down the stairs, a sweet giggle floating effortlessly from your lips. he's here. he's home.

mickey wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, and lip swats his head, grabbing two beers from the fridge and tossing one in mickey's direction. lip hands the other beer to you and grabs the pack of cigs on the counter. he lights it from the stove burner as you crack your beer and grab a pan, all between pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"quesadilla?' you ask, holding up tortillas, cheese, and a bag of peppers. you watch lip's face break into a wide grin, reaching out and grabbing your waist to pull you into his side. he lands a kiss on your lips, his presence so warm all around you.

"yeah, babe. missed your cookin'" he murmurs, resting his cheek against your own for one quick, sweet moment. then, of course, the aura of peace is shattered when mickey speaks up.

"yeah sweets, lip can't cook for shit!"

lip moves to the doorway to bicker with mickey in the living room, and you can't help but laugh at their antics. they're annoying, but you love them to death. regardless of it's flaws, you wouldn't trade the current moment for anything in the world.

end.

#🍃 posting #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher fluff #mags writes

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dorkszn · 1 month

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“quit squirmin’, will ya?” mickey rasps in your ear. you swallow harshly as you grip the fabric of his sweatpants.

“you guys are attacking me,” you scoff, mickey’s lips press against the skin of your throat again. bite marks and bright red bruises litter across your skin.

“god, you’re so dramatic.” your red-head boyfriend sighs from the end of your bed. ian kisses against your abdomen, softly sucking more hickies into your skin while his fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts.

“am not.” you glare down at him.

“are too.” mickey grumbles, softly digging his fingertips into your skin. you slightly squirm at the touch, a sigh leaving you.

“i am no—“

“god, you talk so much.” ian interrupts, bringing his lips to yours. he pulls your words from your throat and into to him, leaving you with nothing but gentle breathes and whines.

meanwhile, mickey’s hands slide into your pants, playing with the fabric of your boxers that were growing tighter by the minute.

suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing broke you and ian apart. “shit— sorry, one second.”

they don’t let you leave their trap so you just reach out and grab the phone. you flip the top part up and bring it to your ear. “hello?” you greet. your mother’s voice responds to you through the speaker.

“yeah, you know I’ll be there.” you reply as she talks. you feel mickey begin nipping at your neck and ian takes the waistband of your pajamas pants into his grip. a choked noise leaves you.

“sorry, I’m just… a little busy right now.” you speak out, your free hand reaching up to hold mickey’s hair to carefully push him off of you. but he doesn’t budge.

“yeah, ok, see you then, yeah, love you too, bye.” you say, quickly hanging up the phone.

“who was that?” the ginger questions, kissing your jawline.

“my mom, you assholes.” you scoff. ian pulls down your pants to completely reveal your underwear and growing erection.

“aww,” mickey hums and you can see his smug grin out the corner of your eye.

“shut the fuck up, milkovich,” ian snickers from his spot. “you too, gallagher.” you look over to him.

a smirk covers ian’s face. “why don’t you makes us, fisher?”

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #shameless tv #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #mickey milkovich x reader #ian gallagher x reader #gallavich x reader #gay #bottom male reader #top ian gallagher #switch mickey milkovich #shameless x reader #shameless smut

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