“I” chain my beloved <3 mickey would love it so much and he’s so right for that
yea yea yea! my most beloved! 💙 honestly, i think that's my favorite detail that i've added to any of my drawings alsdkfj
because YES! mickey would love it so much and he'd wear it so proudly and ian made sure to get a chain that mickey would love and to get the I simple and minimalistic enough that he wouldn't find it cheesy.
he loves it and he's SO RIGHT FOR THAT!
please can you imagine how hot he looks with a tank top and that chain? HELLO?
edit: this is about this (and this when i brought it back 😌)
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Chapter 12: Crazy
Fandom: Shameless (US)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Tami Tamietti, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Romance, Supernatural Elements, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Multiverse, Meta, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, Non-Linear Narrative
Series: Part 2 of You Can Bite Me
Summary:
Paramedic Ian Gallagher knows true love exists. He’s not going to settle until he finds it either, no matter how much his friends and family roll their eyes at him. Mickey Milkovich, on the other hand, isn’t sure about all that stuff. He’s an engineer with a long to-do list, and chasing rainbows isn’t on it. He’ll never say no to a good time and a pretty face though.
When they meet, it will feel like kismet, something inevitable that neither of them can shake. Honestly though, who would want to?
Falling in love can be the easiest thing in the world, especially when the whole universe is rooting for you… That’s if the whole universe is rooting for you.
A You Can Bite Me universe fic.
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hey bud 💚 how about 18 "it's so hot when you talk like that" if you're feeling it?
"It's so hot when you talk like that."
additional tags: hypothetical pregnancy discussion, hypothetical breeding kink, ian's been reading a lot of ABO on the DL
"Can't believe that motherfucker Allen."
Ian closes their apartment door behind them, sealing them away from yet another neighbor interaction. "Makin' Jill carry all those bags when she's - what, thirty weeks pregnant?" He's nosy - don't worry about it.
"Thirty one," Mickey corrects, because he's even nosier. "What a piece of shit."
"Well...least we were there," says Ian, finally able to worm the handle of their plastic CVS bag back down to his hand now that it's not occupied with another family's groceries. "Think they'll make us godparents?"
At the counter, Mickey grimaces. "Ugh. Don't even fuckin' joke about that."
It gets a laugh from Ian - the striking contrast between Jill's produce bags and their CVS bag of lube, condoms, and beef jerky not lost on him in the slightest.
"Better not pull any of that shit on me."
Ian looks up from their spoils. Tries to imagine a world where he'd pull an Allen on his husband. "Never," he says. "I'm a gentleman after all."
"Uh huh..." He can hear Mickey's grin as it trails off into the refrigerator, his head and shoulders blocked by the open door. "Course, for that you'd haveta put a baby in me first."
And oh, the way Ian's sensors go off in his brain... How a little pop of interest licks up his belly... Well that was a thing to fucking say! "Ha ha..." play it cool... "Yeah..."
It's just a stupid, passing comment. They make it to each other sometimes, comfortable in the silliness of it. But that doesn't mean Ian's brain hasn't taken it and molded it into perfect, sexy little shapes for himself.
"You expect me to carry around your pups like that, I expect your ass to cater to me day 'n night..."
Okay...
Ian takes a slow breath in, his nostrils flaring.
He sets the lube down.
Goes with his gut and approaches Mickey from behind, just as he's closing the refrigerator door. Because if he's gonna keep talking about this shit, then Ian's got no choice but to follow his animal instincts, right?
"Oh," he feels Mickey grin as he swoops in to wrap his arms around him, pulling him close against his chest. "That right, big guy?"
And fuck, Ian's just gonna go for it. Just gonna indulge a little, the fantasy of all those stories he's been sneaking in at night playing out right in front of him on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. "It's so hot when you talk like that..."
He murmurs it into Mickey's ear. Finds comfort in being able to hide his face from him, because he's definitely blushing a deep red when Mickey feeds into it - "What...talkin' 'bout you knockin' me up...?" - because of course he does.
And all Ian can do is hum in affirmation, his hold around his husband tightening as he drags his lips down the side of his warm neck, looking for his pulse point. "Mhm..."
Because that's hot...right? Ian laying Mickey out and pumping a nice big load into him? Getting him pregnant? Taking care of him while Mickey carries his child? Yeah, he knows it's not realistic and yeah, he knows it's a little fucked up, but come on... All those stories are kinda onto something.
In the kitchen's golden afternoon light, Mickey presses his ass back into his lap, teasing at the very obvious bulge in Ian's jeans. "Ya know, stud...we could make a baby right now..."
It's got heat and pleasure spreading through Ian's lap - up through his chest. Holy fuck. "Yeah...?" He fucking loves this man. "Want me to getchya pregnant, baby?"
"Mhm... Want ya to stick this big ol' cock in me and knot me up..."
And Ian is so blindly horny that it almost slips past him. He's so ready to haul Mickey into their bedroom and crack open the new lube but then he-... Wait a minute... He just said-...
Ian grows still behind him, embarrassment waiting in the wings as he carefully asks it. "How do you know that word...?"
"What... Knot...?" He can't see Mickey's face, but god damn he can hear the smirk on his lips. "Same reason I know your phone password..."
And oh... Ohhh boy, should Ian be having a crisis?
No. No, he doesn't think so. Because even with his search history fresh in mind, Mickey's playing along - feeding right into it, with another press of his ass into his lap and then a teasing brow raise as he starts for their bedroom.
"C'mon you alpha freak - come put a baby in me."
Ian stands for a second, at a loss for words in the middle of their kitchen.
But then they kick right in again - his animal instincts - and he's hot on Mickey's tail.
Fuck, he loves this man. He'll carry a thousand fucking grocery bags for him.
[ send me a smutty one-liner ]
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✨ saturday night piiicrew! ✨
will ya join me?
i'll kick this off by tagging @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @gardenerian
@howlinchickhowl @deedala @mickeysgaymom @sleepyfacetoughguy @crossmydna
@mmmichyyy @creepkinginc @deathclassic @jademickian @mybrainismelted
@jrooc @blue-disco-lights @krysmiss @lingy910y @y0itsbri
@doshiart @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @mickeym4ndy @mickittotheman if you would like to play! if not, this is just me giving you a lil flower 🌷
(holy fuck the tags are broken again... nvm the stupid format. ok luv u thx bye)
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