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sam-loves-seb · 4 months
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galladrabbles: bareback
thanks for the prompt @ohkate @galladrabbles !
prompt: bareback
“What kind of porn do you watch?” Mickey drops the spatula in the sink. “Jesus fucking Christ, Ian.” He looks around the Milkovich house to see if anyone’s listening, but nobody’s around. It’s only him and Ian making eggs in the kitchen. “Come on, tell me,” Ian urges. “No.” “Mickey.” “The gay kind.” “Anything specific?” Ian nudges him. “Sixty-nine? Bareback?” He squints. “Kinky shit?” The tips of Mickey’s ears go bright red. He’s saved by Svetlana coming out of her room, the baby on her hip. Ian bumps their shoulders together. “Show me later?” Mickey hesitates, then— “Maybe.” Ian grins.
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lupeloto · 2 months
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galladrabbles “mush”
it’s @galladrabbles time with a lovely and fun prompt from @tsuga-of-mars !!!
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“woah -what-?” ian perks up from his bowl of cereal, shooting debbie a nasty look, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“it means that ever since this one came back,” she gestures towards mickey, “you’ve got no backbone. turned to absolute mush.”
“oh fuck off, debbie-“ ian begins before mickey cuts him off.
“cmon gallagher let’s go upstairs, im tired.”
ian barely let’s mickey finish his sentence before he’s up and tossing his bowl in the sink.
debbie grins, looking at mickey who wears a shit eating grin.
ian flips them both off before heading up the stairs because he wants to.
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spicycinnabun · 1 month
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for @galladrabbles rated j for jello 💚
(also s for smut + spanking)
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Crack! Ian’s palm descended on Mickey’s ass.
“Yeah, baby, look at that jello.”
Mickey’s head whipped around so fast he almost got fucking whiplash, his eyebrows showing his outrage. He glowered at Ian, but it lost its heat when he was rewarded with a deep thrust. “Fu-uuuhck did you… just say to me?”
Ian shrugged, sweaty and breathing hard. He grabbed Mickey’s cheeks and gave them an affectionate squeeze. Another forceful slap made Mickey curse, legs trembling. Ian smirked. “I like… the jiggle.”
“Don’t… ever… fuckin’ call my ass that again!”
“Or what?”
“Or… “ Mickey groaned, whimpering, “fuck!”
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ohkate · 2 months
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"You mushy bastard."
Thank you to @tsuga-of-mars for the prompt "Mush" for this week's @galladrabbles. I had fun imagining this random day in i+m's lives!
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Ian watched Mickey walk back in carrying the bouquet with a strange look.
"Did you send me fucking flowers?" Mickey asked, incredulously.
Ian's eyebrows furrowed. "Hell no."
Mickey opened the card. "I lied. I totally got you flowers."
"You dick," Mickey snickered. Ian came up behind him, kissing behind his ear. "Why?"
"I don't know. You been sexing me up pretty good lately. Wanted to show my appreciation."
Mickey snorted seeing the joints and candy bars in between the beautiful blue flowers. Ian knew he'd appreciate those but…he knew by the blush in his cheeks.
He loved the gesture more.
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sluttygallavich · 3 months
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Galladrabbles: petrichor
This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt petrichor provided by the oh-so-talented @suzy-queued.
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"Today's word is..."
Mickey glances up from his magazine as Ian tears off yesterday's "Word of the Day."
"...petrichor."
"The fuck is that?"
Ian thinks for a second. "Remember getting stuck at the dugouts last week during that rainstorm? When I sucked your dick so good your legs shook?"
Mickey feels his cheeks pinken at the memory.
"The fuck about it?"
"That nice, sorta earthy smell after. That's petrichor."
Mickey hums noncommittedly. He can't recall the petri– whatever-the-fuck. Only the scent of Ian's citrus shampoo when he later pressed a kiss to Mickey's neck that he pretends he didn't notice.
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mickittotheman · 1 month
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Craving a Taste
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Thank you @squirrel-fund for this week's super fun @galladrabbles prompt!!!
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This right here is exactly why Mickey should never try to be fucking nice. 
When Ian asked for a jello-cup, Mickey’s knee-jerk response was a firm and final fuck no.
But Ian had made his eyes all big and his lips all pouty and Mickey gets em free with his five-finger discount, anyways.
Except now Ian's mouth is red and glossy and he's making these disgusting slurping sounds and Mickey kinda wants to know if he’d taste like strawberries or something better. 
He shifts uncomfortably. Scowls. Rubs at his lips.
He eats his own strawberry jello and pretends, pretends, pretends.
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ian-galagher · 4 months
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Three fucking weeks.
Three weeks of being lost in the thicket. Three weeks of thorns in his skin and mud soaked clothes. Three weeks of lights in the corner of his eye that always vanished without a trace when he so much as turned his head.
Twenty-one days of thinking he was going fucking insane.
A frustrated growl slipped through Mickey's lips.
Enough was enough.
"Where are y- … fuck, man, I don't even know your stupid name."
He barely had any time to register the gentle breath ghosting over the shell of his ear.
"That's because you never asked."
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gallawitchxx · 4 months
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happy new year @galladrabbles 🥳🖤 have some poetic porn for @ohkate ‘s prompt: bareback.
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It starts with a thickening; Ian growing impossibly wide as he buries himself deeper, faster, harder.
Gonna—shit, I’m—
Then, there’s a pulsing; protruding hip bones holding tight against the plump, reddened flesh of Mickey’s ass.
Fuck yeah, lemme have it.
Finally, a blooming; more beautiful than the stargazer lilies that adorned their makeshift wedding hall, and momentarily more miraculous than the decade-long weaving of their mangled lives.
Mick!
Later, there will be dripping; a holy mess. But for now, there is only heat, only fertile fullness.
Jesus Christ, Ian!
A cresting of commitment.
That’s it...
A blurring of bodies.
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thepupperino · 1 month
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Galladrabbles #118 - Movies
Thanks to @mmmichyyy for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt: movies!
I can’t pass up an opportunity to think about my early season boys ☺️
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This is totally a date, Ian thinks.
Two guys, who are maybe kinda into each other, sitting side by side at the movies? Totally a date. So yeah they snuck in, and it’s not like they’re gonna hold hands or anything, but it’s still a date.
They’re in the back row, which gives them more freedom to get handsy. As hot as Mickey is, Ian draws the line at a lewdness charge.
Halfway through the trailers, Ian feels Mickey’s hand creeping up his thigh.
Whatever, he’ll look up the plot later so he’ll have something to say when Lip asks.
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sam-loves-seb · 7 months
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galladrabbles: chore
thanks @galladrabbles & @lupeloto for this week's prompt!
prompt: chore
Ian sits Mickey down on the bench in the dugouts, kneeling between his legs. He pushes Mickey’s tank top up, works the button on his jeans. “You really—" Mickey gasps, whispers a fuck as Ian’s fingers touch his hips. “You don’t have to do this.” Ian looks up at Mickey, all wide-eyed and nervous, like he’s never had another boy get on his knees for him before. Maybe he hasn’t. “I want to,” Ian says with a shrug. “Really?” He grins. “You make it sound like a chore.” Ian dips his head, and tattooed fingers grab at his hair.
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lupeloto · 2 months
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galladrabbles “loser baby - hazbin hotel”
a prompt from @depressedstressedlemonzest for @galladrabbles this week!! i used the line from the song “when your whole existence seems fucking hopeless” it’s an angsty one but i had fun
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ian’s knuckles ache with each grip on the pillow. his mind races with images of mickey’s desperate attempts to help him, quick to nudge him when his brain goes quiet for even a second. goosebumps spread quickly over his body as the air gets colder, but he makes no movement. he’s stuck, reliving the missed calls that deepened his emptiness to nearly unbearable measures. his whole existence seems fucking hopeless until the goosebumps that paint his skin ignite a different sensation, a pleasant one as a warmth takes him over.
“sorry i’m late.” ian relaxes, a tiny glimmer of hope flushes back.
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golden28s · 7 months
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credits for this week's prompt to @galladrabbles and @arrowflier <3 i tried my best hope you all like it !!
prompt: you never asked
He knew it was a dumb question, he knew Mickey would probably call him softie. But he had been wondering so he asked one morning when they were still in bed. Mickey's head was in his chest and he refused to open his eyes just yet, so Ian caressed him in silence. "When did you know that you love me?" A brief silence, Ian's hand now in his hair, a sigh "When you left for the army" "What?" his tone is so surprised that it makes Mickey laugh "and you didn't tell me?" "You never asked" there's a grin on his lips and Ian just has to kiss him. "You're ridiculous" Mickey smiles even wider
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suzy-queued · 1 month
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Jell-o
Thank you @squirrel-fund for this week's @galladrabbles prompt!
Previously on No Sleep 'Til Nashville, Mickey finally let Ian in. Now, he's taking over ...
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Hey. Is this thing on?
Gallagher’s been doing an okay job telling this story, but now it’s my turn. And none of that past-tense, passive bullshit. I’ll tell you everything the moment it happens, okay?
You’re gonna witness every mile, every pit stop, every tacky decision my ex makes for this wedding. His abysmal choice in groom. Some godawful silver balloon arch. Those lime-flavored vodka Jell-o squares he loves so much.
Damn, I can’t wait to see the scowl on Keith’s face when Ian and I start playing tonsil hockey on the dance floor.
We’re gonna fuck some shit up.
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sluttygallavich · 4 months
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Galladrabbles: Waterparks – 21 Questions
This week's @galladrabbles is based on the song prompt "21 Questions" by Waterparks from @ace-of-d1am0nds.
You dropped your guy and took me on It's everything I wanted
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“FUCK! I have my shit together, Mick. And– and I have a fucking boyfriend!”
Mickey’s eyebrows jump, but it’s not a surprise, not really. He absorbs the hit and soldiers on.
“Boyfriend?” he scoffs. “Okay.”
He thumbs at his nose and steps closer to where Ian’s pacing like a caged animal. Will it be fight or flight? With Ian it’s always been flight, but tonight?
“What you doing here then, hm?”
Fight or flight?
Mickey watches Ian’s hooded eyes fall to his lips and knows that he’s won. Their bodies crash together, and it’s the best fight of Mickey’s life.
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mickittotheman · 23 days
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Surrender
💪💪💪 this weeks @galladrabbles prompt from @flamingbluepanda was so good I had to do two, so here's Mickey's POV as promised. (Click here for Ian's POV) 💪💪💪
Ian’s exhausted. 
Mickey doesn't ask. Ian still mumbles some excuse about “late night” and “family shit” that gets cut off midway by a loud yawn.
Mickey's briefly concerned. He was seriously looking forward to getting railed tonight, but now he's not sure Ian's up for the task.
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Ian is.
Mickey’s sprawled on his back, still panting and sweaty and shaky. Ian’s dozing beside him.
Ian rolls over in his sleep. Clings to Mickey like a fucking octopus.
Mickey tenses. Ian snores. Mickey softens.
He rolls his eyes. Sighs deeply. 
He brings a hand up to card through soft, red hair.
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dynamic-power · 7 months
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Galladrabbles: Haircut
Thanks to @deathclassic for the @galladrabbles prompt this week! This one is a little moment between Chicago and Mexico.
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"You cut your hair." Ian draws his fingers through the soft strands on top that Mickey has left long. Mickey pushes into the touch like a needy cat. When the hair leaves Ian's fingers, it flops onto Mickey's forehead. Ian draws his hand back and repeats the motion, scratching at Mickey's scalp as he does.
"Was gettin' sick of it," Mickey grumbles, eyes closing. "Don't stop."
And fuck, Ian has missed this. He's missed the sex and shit talking. But he's missed these softer moments, too. Because even though Mickey won't admit it, he's soft for these kinds of touches.
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