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sluttygallavich · 12 days

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5 for the physical affection but smutty prompts pretty pretty please 🙏 😶

Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty

5. crying into their neck/shoulder

Mickey's pupils are blown, only a tiny ring of blue visible as he stares up at you through wet, hooded eyes. Hands restrained against the headboard and mouth stuffed with his favourite gag, you've never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Good?" you ask, voice a whisper in the dim-lit room.

He nods, the slightest of movements, and you reach down, caress his jaw. His eyes close at the contact and you smile.

"Yeah, you've been so good for me."

He preens and presses himself into your hand. You allow it, know he needs it. His entire body is flushed, sweaty, fucking gorgeous, and you can't help yourself.

"Think you've got one more in ya?" you ask, sitting between his legs, fingers back at his hole, brushing, tracing.

You hear the hitch in his breathing, see the way his chest begins to heave a little, and he shakes his head wildly and then nods slowly. You smirk, and three fingers slip back inside of him with zero resistance. You watch in awe as his eyes get that little bit hazier, his breaths get that little bit shorter. Fuck. You love this. Love him.

You press, knowing that, despite his nod, he doesn't have much more in him. He's ready for it, and you're ready to give it to him, ready to watch him fall apart. So you press and rub and stare into his eyes as he moans and pushes into you, press and rub and stare into his eyes as his dick leaks against his stomach and his ass clenches around you.

"Close?"

He nods. Gasps. Makes that tiny little noise you know means it's about to happen.

You slip your fingers out.

He groans. Something that sounds like a muffled, ragged fuck pushing through the gag. Tears spill from his eyes and you want to lick his face clean, mouth at his entire body, suck his dick until he comes in your mouth.

"Shit, Mick, look at you." You're so fucking proud of him, but you're kinda proud of yourself for keeping it together this long, too. He stares at you, desperate and needy, and you smile. "You wanna come?"

He nods, body trembling.

"Gonna come just from my fingers?" You wanna suck his dick, but you want him to come untouched even more. "Think you can do that, baby?"

He nods again, eager to please.

You slide your fingers back in and press, push your thumb against his perineum, attach your free hand to your own aching cock. Mickey pants as best he can through his gag, his eyes flicking from your eyes, down to where you're touching yourself, and back again.

"Eyes on me," you whisper, and he nods jerkily as you press harder, rub in unrelenting circles, jerk yourself in time with the strokes you give his prostate.

And he grunts, fucking whines, waiting for you, waiting for you to give him the permission he so desperately craves.

You nod. "Yeah, Mick, come."

He comes, his back arching and body shuddering, nonsense sounds emitting from his mouth and it's beautiful, gorgeous, enough to make you follow with a tingle in your spine and heat in your stomach. You come, aim it all over his cock and balls, and feel your body heat at the way it makes him moan.

You want to bask in the afterglow, but you want to be with him more. You let go of your dick, pull your fingers out of his ass, lean your body over his and brush your lips against his forehead.

"Okay?"

He nods.

"Gonna get this shit off you."

He nods again.

You release his hands first, rubbing at his shoulders as his arms ease to his sides, and then remove the gag, wiping at the spit slicked over his lips. And then you hug him. Because that's his aftercare. He wants to be held, wants the weight of you on top of him, and you want to give him everything he wants.

"Did so good, baby. So fuckin' hot."

He huffs against you. "Fuck, Ian."

"Got you, Mick. Always got you."

He nods, just slightly, and presses his face into your neck. His breathing evens out, and, eventually, his arms raise to hug you back, but every now and then you feel a little more wetness against your shoulder and you hold him that little bit tighter.

#I'm on the floor #I live here now #💀#gallavich #fanfic

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sluttygallavich · 13 days

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Galladrabbles: trapeze

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "trapeze" from @crossmydna. Trying a different format this week—I hope it doesn't break the rules! 📲

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Ian: So…I found this new position I think we should try. Mickey: they paying u 2 watch porn now? Ian: [trapezexxx.mp4] Ian: Did you watch? Mickey: the fuck kinda acrobatic shit is this? Ian: It’s called The Trapeze. Pretty hot right? Mickey: didnt realize ur into busty blondes. smth u wanna tell me? Ian: 🙄 Mickey: u got a circus kink i dont know abt? Ian: 🙄 Forget I even mentioned it. Mickey: lol calm ur tits bozo. just bustin ur balls Ian: What do you think then? Really? Mickey: think u better cut out early Mickey: and bring the lube

#i bet this gets mickey's ass in that position he really likes 🤭#and yes there really is a sex position called the trapeze because of course there is lol #galladrabbles #texting convos #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #fanfic

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sluttygallavich · 16 days

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Ian spits on mickeys hole and they both enjoy it 🤝

The first time it happens, it’s out of pure necessity.

They’ve just chased each other across half of South Side and up six flights of crumbling stairs, blood pumping and hearts racing. By the time they get to the mattress they have set up behind a half-collapsed wall near Ian’s makeshift training course they’re both practically out of their minds and completely desperate for it.

“Get the shit, Gallagher.”

Mickey already has his jeans pulled down to his knees and is looking back over his shoulder at him expectantly when the crushing realization hits.

Shit.

Mickey’s eyebrows furrow at Ian’s stricken expression. “The fuck, Gallagher. You didn’t come prepared?”

And no, actually, he hadn’t come prepared for Mickey to materialize in the middle of a busy street and crash his…whatever with Ned, and he sure as fuck hadn’t been planning on letting things with Ned go any further than a couple of drinks and maybe a hurried hand job if the old guy was really insistent. So no, he is in no way prepared for the situation he finds himself in now—ass naked but for his socks and rock hard, with his sorta boyfr– with Mickey’s perfect pale cheeks just begging to be spread.

He huffs, cheeks pinkening under Mickey’s accusatory stare.

“Get on your back, I’ll blow you instead.” Ian tries not to let on how disappointed he is, even as he suggests it, but it doesn’t seem to matter because Mickey makes no move to roll over. Instead, he bites at his bottom lip, considering.

“You gonna keep sticking it in that geriatric pedo?” he asks finally, voice gruff but eyes darting around, betraying his nerves.

And Ian’s first instinct is to roll his eyes and protest at that, but, well… yeah, okay.

His second instinct is to turn the question around and ask if Mickey’s going to keep sticking it in Angie Zago or whatever other neighbourhood slut is willing, but, well…

This is Mickey sort of trying, isn’t it? This is missed ya under the bleachers, and this is helping Ian train for West Point nearly every day since he’s been back, and this the mattress that “fell off the back of a truck” after Ian complained about the concrete floor fucking up his knees. This is following him today and beating the shit out of that geriatric pedo in the middle of the street because he was jealous but couldn’t just say it.

This is Mickey staking a claim, maybe.

“No,” Ian answers, heart racing at what he thinks might be happening—what he thinks Mickey might be proposing. And he wasn’t going to ask, but as he shuffles closer on the mattress, he finds that he just needs to know. He needs to hear it too. “Are you?”

Mickey snorts, turning his head back around so Ian can no longer see his face.

“Am I gonna stick my dick in that grandpa’s wrinkly old ass? Nah man, you don’t gotta worry about that.”

Ian reaches out then, just a single hand brushing lightly at Mickey’s hip, and he realizes it’s the first time they’ve touched since rushing up here, too frantic earlier to do anything but tear at their own clothes.

“Mick…”

And he must hear something in Ian’s voice then, because when Mickey speaks again the derisiveness of a moment before is gone. He just sounds desperate again. Pleading, even.

“C’mon, Ian, just get in me.”

And it’s not exactly an answer, is it? But it’s Ian instead of Gallagher, and it’s the vulnerability he can feel rolling off Mickey in this moment, and it’s trust, really. And Ian finds that’s good enough for now.

He grips Mickey’s ass with both hands and relishes in the heavy exhale it pulls from him, almost like Mickey had been holding his breath. Like relief. And Ian feels it too. So strongly he’s almost faint with it. He spreads Mickey wide and pets at his hole with his thumb, mouth falling open as he watches it flutter and try to pull him in.

“Fuck, Mick,” he groans. He feels even more wild than he did a few minutes ago. “Still don’t have any lube though.”

Mickey’s head drops down between his shoulders as Ian presses just the tip of his thumb inside him, dry.

“Just spit on it, Gallagher, Jesus.”

And Ian feels like he’s been kicked in the back, all the air rushing out of his lungs at once.

“Are– are you sure?”

“Holy fuck, yes, yes, I’m sure,” Mickey huffs. “You need to see it in fuckin’ writing or what?”

Ian doesn’t react to that, too used to Mickey’s impatience and bluster for it to faze him anymore and still far too preoccupied with Mickey’s clenching hole and the prospect of covering it in his spit, which suddenly seems like the hottest thing he’s ever considered.

Mickey’s spit-slicked hole and Ian’s bare cock sinking into it. Fuck. He prays he lasts longer than two sad pumps.

He knees at Mickey’s legs and gets him to spread them wider, running his nails up Mickey’s back before forcing his upper body down to the mattress, leaving just Mickey’s ass sticking up in the air for Ian to do with as he pleases. He gathers as much saliva in his mouth as he can and leans closer, spreading Mickey’s cheeks again and spitting directly on his puckered rim, the sound loud and obscene in the quiet of the abandoned rubble.

“Oh fuck…” Ian whispers, immediately dragging his thumb through the warm spit and pushing into Mickey’s hole. “Oh fuck, Mick.”

Mickey just groans, pushing back against Ian’s hands, encouraging more.

Ian spits again, this time slowly pushing two fingers into Mickey’s heat, just to the first knuckles, just to see, but Mickey’s demand for more has him quickly pushing in the rest of the way, stretching and fucking him open until his hole is gaping, just a little, and fuck, what if he spit right inside of him?

He chokes off a moan at the thought and continues getting Mickey prepped, but once the idea has been raised in his mind it latches on and he can’t let it go.

Mickey’s pushing back against his fingers, three buried instead him now. “C’mon, Gallagher, while we’re still young,” he grouses, though the effect is somewhat lessened by how fucked out he sounds.

Ian reaches a hand around Mickey’s compact body and presents it palm up and slightly cupped in front of Mickey’s face.

“You too,” Ian manages to get out. “Spit.”

Mickey attempts a laugh, but now that Ian’s nailing his prostate with every other thrust of his fingers it sounds more like it’s been punched out him.

“You’re a freak, Gallagher.” But he doesn’t hesitate to do as he’s told, and now Ian’s using Mickey’s spit to slick up his own cock and shit, maybe he won’t even make it to two sad pumps.

He squeezes at the head of his cock, clear beads gathering at the tip, and Ian’s usually pretty impressive self-control immediately snaps. He pulls his fingers out of Mickey’s ass and spits directly into his empty hole. Mickey lets out a breathy “Fuck,”and it’s all somehow even hotter than Ian was just imagining.

“Ready?” he can’t help but ask, dragging his throbbing cock through the mess he’s made, his own precum only adding to the wet slick. He half expects another snarky response, and when he doesn’t get one, he knows Mickey is just as a far gone as he is.

“Yeah, ready, yes,” Mickey babbles. “Fuck yes…”

Ian keeps a steady grip on Mickey’s hip, his other hand slowly guiding himself inside, and shit it’s tight. And hot. It’s hot and tight and so, so much that Ian swears his vision darkens at the edges a little bit. He remembers then to breathe at the same time that Mickey moans—moans! Mickey never moans!—and tries to press back against him. There’s more resistance than Ian’s used to, but the feeling of being inside Mickey with nothing between them more than makes up for the lack of lube.

Ian can’t look away from where they’re connected, skin to skin. He’s practically panting like a dog, his tongue feeling parched and dry, but he gathers as much saliva as he can and spits one last time, watching it pool around where his shaft disappears into the tight ring of Mickey’s hole before pressing the rest of the way in.

“Shit, Gallagher, need you to move.”

Ian’s let himself slump forward across Mickey’s back, his forehead pressing between his shoulder blades.

“Need…a minute,” he breathes into Mickey’s skin, eyes squeezed shut. “Jesus Mick, you feel so fucking tight. Not gonna last.”

Never one to be kept waiting, Mickey starts up a slow roll of his hips. “Don’t worry, Firecrotch,” he says, rocking back and forth on Ian’s cock. “Ain’t gonna last either. Better make the next thirty seconds count.”

Ian huffs out a laugh and pushes himself up off Mickey’s back so he can piston into the older boy the way he knows he likes. His belly swoops at the way his bare cock looks drilling into Mickey, and truthfully, it’s not much more than a minute or two later when he feels that familiar tingling in his balls that lets him know he’s about to bust. And shit, he hasn’t really thought this far ahead. Should he pull out? Is Mickey going to let him—

“Oh fuck. Mick, I’m gonna– Shit, I’m–“ He’s the one babbling now. He feels panicked, knowing the clock is quickly running down. Finally, he manages a complete thought. “Mickey, where should I come?”

Mickey is working his own cock furiously in his fist, his breathing labored around his moans. Ian’s never heard him be this vocal. His balls are drawing up at the sound of Mickey’s pleasure, but still Mickey hasn’t given him an answer.

“Mick, please…oh god, oh fuck…where should I–“

“Come inside me.”

“Oh god…”

Ian only hears a ringing in his ears after that. Without thinking he wraps his arms around Mickey’s torso and hauls him up so that his back is pressed firm against Ian’s chest. He holds him tight and buries his face in Mickey’s neck as his release crashes through him, lighting up every inch of his skin that’s connected to Mickey’s, that’s in Mickey.

Dimly he’s aware of Mickey crying out and shuddering around him, his head tipping back to rest against Ian’s, and he’s struck, suddenly, by the intimacy of it all—they’ve never been closer, he thinks—before they’re both pitching forward and collapsing together, Ian slipping from Mickey’s body as they come to settle next to each other on their sides.

They’re both quiet, save for their ragged breathing, as they slowly come down from their highs. Mickey’s shirt is still on, but Ian watches his back rise and fall, admires the faint freckles on his exposed shoulder, follows a bead of sweat meandering down Mickey’s neck from his hairline and has to restrain himself from licking the rivulet it leaves in its wake.

Eventually his gaze drifts lower, and despite coming harder than he ever has in his life less than two minutes ago, he’s hit with an intense wave of emotion—arousal, definitely, but something else too—that has his dick twitching and his pulse kicking right back up. It’s a mess of cum and sweat and spit, and it should be gross, maybe, but all Ian can think is that it’s them. He closes his eyes and smiles.

The first time it happens, it’s the start of something new.

#well this one really got away from me 😅#prompt fill #sorry it took me 100 years to write something #i am posting blindly without rereading because 😳🙈#gallavich #smut #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fanfic #shameless

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sluttygallavich · 19 days

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Galladrabbles: cuddles

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "cuddles" from @flamingbluepanda.

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“If we’re doing this, we ain’t fuckin’ cuddling after or any-a that gay shit.”

Mickey’s an omega, but he’s no fucking pussy, and Ian needs to get that through his thick skull.

Ian shoves him up against the closed door and crowds in close. For one wild moment, Mickey thinks he’s going to kiss him, but Ian just presses their hips together and noses behind his ear, inhaling deeply.

“Fine, no cuddling. You’re just gonna come on my knot and keep it inside you till we’re ready to go again.”

And well, fuck. Mickey can get on board with that.

#spoiler: they totally cuddled #i'm so sorry to the prompter who wanted fluff LMAO #sometimes the smut just happens #galladrabbles #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic #shameless

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sluttygallavich · 25 days

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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

#WOW #technically nothing explicit and yet i feel like i need to shutter the windows and turn off all the lights #wowie wow wow wow #shameless #gallavich #spicy fanart

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sluttygallavich · 27 days

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Galladrabbles: bones

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "bones" from @heymacy.

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“Aye! Gallagher!”

Ian’s head snaps up as Mickey storms into the store like a hurricane.

“Got a fuckin’ bone to pick with you,” he barks, cracking his knuckles with deadly intent.

The customer Ian is ringing up grabs her purchases, beelining for the door before he can even count out her change. Both boys watch her disappear down the sidewalk before Ian steps around the counter and crowds Mickey up against a magazine rack.

“A bone, huh?”

Mickey smirks, hand snaking between them to cup Ian through his jeans, fingers gentler now but no less deadly.

“Yeah, a big one.”

#it was either this or an archaeologist au LMAO #galladrabbles #smut? i've forgotten the meaning of the word #ian x mickey #feral s1 babies #gallavich #fanfic #drabbles #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless

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sluttygallavich · 29 days

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Galladrabbles: jello

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "jello" from @squirrel-fund. Its a sort of kind of not really continuation of whatever this was.

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“—on three everyone looks up. If you’re making eye contact with someone, shout ‘Medusa’ and take a shot. Got it?”

Ian refocuses as Mandy finishes explaining the game. His gaze has been locked on Mickey’s profile since the boy sat down five minutes ago and proceeded to look everywhere but at him.

Ian knows where his eyes will go when everyone lifts their heads a minute later. What he doesn’t expect is for a pair of bright blue eyes to finally be staring right back.

“Medusa,” Ian breathes, arms as wobbly as the Jello he lifts to his lips.

#and if i googled jello shot drinking games what of it #jello shots and jello arms #and no smut again 😔#i'm going to have to rename this blog 😔😔#galladrabbles #gallavich #fanfic #drabbles #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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sluttygallavich · 2 months

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Galladrabbles: loser, baby

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "Loser, Baby" by Hazbin Hotel courtesy of @depressedstressedlemonzest.

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Mickey sips his beer, fighting the urge to rip off his shoulder-length wig. He cannot believe Mandy talked him into coming to this bullshit. He tugs uncomfortably on his metal arm and thinks he might kill himself if he sees anyone he knows.

As if on cue, Mandy’s best friend cuts through the crowd.

“You, Mickey Milkovich, are such a fucking nerd,” Ian says wryly. Idly, Mickey wonders if he’ll be able to throw a punch wearing all this leather.

“A total loser—” Ian unzips his coat, revealing a skin-tight Captain America costume. “—just like me.”

Mickey grins.

#mickey is the winter solider in case that wasn't clear fjsjskfhsl #how are these getting harder each week 😭#i can't believe i couldn't come up with something smutty for this one 😭😭#galladrabbles #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallgher #mickey milkovich #fanfic #drabbles

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sluttygallavich · 2 months

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Take it.

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sluttygallavich · 2 months

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Galladrabbles: mush

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "mush" from @tsuga-of-mars.

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“You gonna be a good boy?” Ian asks, trailing his hand from the collar around Mickey’s neck to the harness stretched across the muscled planes of his back.

He means for it to come out hard and sexy, but the weed has gone straight to his head, and Mickey is just so hot, and playing like this is fun, and he just feels so light and silly and good—he can’t even help what happens next.

Gripping onto the leather he pulls back on the harness, slaps Mickey’s ass and barks, “Mush! Mush!” before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

#oop i'm alive #got this in just under the wire #galladrabbles #smut #but not really #they're kinky bastards #but i also love thinking about them just having fun and being silly with it sometimes #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic

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sluttygallavich · 3 months

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🍌🍌🍌

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sluttygallavich · 3 months

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Galladrabbles: nerves

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt by @energievie:

"Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces." — Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)

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Mickey didn’t know which sensation to focus on: the pulse of the vibrating plug in his ass, the bite of the clamps on his abused nipples, the sting of the ice Ian was trailing up and down his shaft. The stimulation had him feeling strung out, his eyes wet behind the blindfold. His mind was spinning in a hundred different directions. He’d been teetering on the edge so long, he needed…he just needed…

Ian’s lips ghosted over the shell of his ear.

“Now, Mick.”

Every nerve in his body was torn to pieces as Ian gave him compassion in release.

#jane austen is rolling in her grave #i'm so sorry #galladrabbles #smutty drabbles #gallavich #smut #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless

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sluttygallavich · 3 months

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*makes a blog for writing*

TWO WEEKS LATER

*remembers they hate writing*

#sigh

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sluttygallavich · 3 months

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Ian and Mickey looking into each others eyes while Mickeys slapping Ian’s cock on his tongue and sucking the life out of him 😝😌😍

Mickey hears all the Lady Gaga queers collectively gasp when he pulls Ian’s half-hard length from his jeans. He’s not surprised. The two of them were still watching from the sidelines when the others started throwing their clothes around, and, frankly, Mickey didn’t see anything to write home about. Nothing like his husband’s gorgeous pink cock—nine inches, cut, and curved just so to get Mickey seeing stars on every thrust.

He feels more than he sees the others stopping to watch on appreciatively as Mickey gives Ian a few leisurely pumps to plump him up to full hardness before dropping to his knees at Ian’s feet. He tugs Ian’s jeans down and helps him step out of them, Ian taking himself in hand to continue stroking himself slowly, the slit of his cock already beading with pre-cum.

Mickey runs tattooed fingers up the back of Ian’s thighs and settles his hands on Ian’s ass, squeezing possessively. He looks up to Ian’s face and his heart gives a violent kick when he finds Ian’s hooded eyes already trained on him. Fuck. They haven’t really discussed this. What they want to do, what they’re comfortable with. Not the way they probably should have. But with their eyes locked on each other now, Mickey just knows. He belongs to Ian, and Ian to him. Signed, witnessed, and notarized, bitch.

Mickey’s never been too keen on sharing what’s his—probably something to do with growing up dirt poor and having to fight for every last scrap—and he’s sure as hell not about to start now, not when he’s finally got the one fucking thing in his life that’s ever been worth a damn. Worth everything.

Ian uses his free hand to run his fingers gently through Mickey’s hair before gripping on tight, and looking into his blazing eyes, Mickey just knows. Same page.

Keeping his eyes locked on Ian’s, Mickey opens his mouth and presents his tongue. Something inside him has settled in Ian’s gaze and now all he wants is to have Ian inside him. To taste him. To claim him and be claimed.

Ian groans as he slaps his heavy cock on Mickey’s outstretched tongue once, twice, three times before Mickey closes his lips around the tip so he can get a taste. Ian pulls back out and uses the dripping head to smear his pre-cum around Mickey’s lips before tugging on Mickey’s hair and issuing a single command.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Mickey nods wordlessly and lets his mouth fall back open, tongue out and greedy as he waits for Ian to start slowly feeding him his length. Everything around them sort of whites out then—the strings of bright patio lights, the grating pop music, the heat of other men’s eyes.

Let these fuckers look all they want. Mickey even kind of loves the idea, if he’s being honest. Let them see how good they are together. How good they have it. Let them turn green with envy when Mickey takes all of Ian down this throat, eyes watering but still locked with Ian’s, and starts to suck the life out of him.

But let no one dare touch Mickey Milkovich’s husband. Not unless they want to lose a fucking limb.

#first time answering a prompt #how'd i do?#gallavich smut #orgy? what orgy?#possessive little shits #husband era #s11e07 scene filler kinda #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #fanfic

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sluttygallavich · 3 months

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I see no headcanons, only facts. 💅🏻

Mickey/Ian sex headcanons because I’m a filthy animal and i write a lot of smut

Mickey is uncut and Ian actually really loves that so he can play with it ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Mickey is actually embarrassed about it because he loves cut ones more which is why he loves Ian’s dick so much. Cute pink head just saluting him hello

Mickey thinks Ian has a beautiful dick especially because he has a very pale skin and so his skin there is pale too and pink and cute (◡‿◡✿)

Mickey never thought he would like it at all but he actually loves giving head and he’s really skilled at it (cock slut mickey is a thing leave me alone)

Mickey likes riding Ian most and Ian loves how his round ass feels soft when it lands on his skin/when he comes down.

Mickey enjoys being eaten out more than getting head. For Ian It’s the other way around

Mickey is 6 inches but a perfect ass to make up for it. Ian is (obviously) 9 inches but his ass his really worked out and hard. (◡︹◡✿)

Ian doesn’t moan that much where as Mickey makes a a lot of noises. Not necessarily loud ones but he makes them.

Ian is a talker. He liked to talk dirty during and before sex

Mickey is super skilled at giving head and has no gag reflex at all which Ian loves because Mickey can actually take his full length

Ian thinks Mickey has perfect blowjob lips and whenever he tells Mickey that he gets all flustered and Ian loves to nibble and suck on his lower lip (rewatch the 510 kiss he actually sucks on his lower lip. fact)

Ian loves touching Mickey’s body all over because his body is so soft and everything is smaller compared to his own. He loves to snuggle his tummy

Mickey thinks Ian is the best kisser ever, like the actual best. Fact.

When Mickey was in his pre-teens he got a lot of wet dreams that involved guys and he started to watch guy on guy porn and explore his body and he fingered himself and so he found out he’s a bottom (✿◠‿◠)

Mickey always thought Ian was hot in high school and got several wet dreams that include him which was the reason he started messing with Ian by robing the Kash and Grab whenever he was there.

Ian was Mickey’s first guy

They only have bareback sex and Ian only uses condoms with the guys he slept with besides Mickey

They only have sex facing each other (since s4 definitely)

They both totally swallow. Just saying. They do. They love each other that much

Ian is definitely the one who sends Mickey sexts and it makes Mickey uncomfortable and he always tells Ian to stop texting him but eventually he gets really into it.

#2015 fandom knew what was up #smutty headcanons #gallavich #smut #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless

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