Tumgik
#top ian Gallagher
dorkszn · 2 months
Text
“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?”
461 notes · View notes
Text
Mickey is the kingdom's blacksmith, and Ian is the prince, but Mickey doesn't know that when Ian offers to help him make the new swords and chains the king commissions for the upcoming siege.
11 notes · View notes
thirstyvampyr · 21 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I like 'em sweet - Mickey I need the shit-talking bitch-slapping piece of South Side trash I fell for - Ian
294 notes · View notes
pluvio-lj · 2 months
Text
I think a lot about how Kev was there when Mickey came out, and was there to reassure him that it was okay and that no one cared about him being gay, and was also the Gallavich wedding bodyguard...
We love Kev, we stan Kev <3
320 notes · View notes
cryvelv3t · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
I saw @mackjlee9 make a post about shameless and I got so much inspo, I'll be out with an Ian one soon but first I gotta make one about my bae.
Warnings: Domtop reader, drinking, daddy kink, blowjob/throat fucking.
I walked into the Gallagher house "Hey Fiona, your brother home?" "Lips out right now. He'll be back in a few." She smiled "Hey asshole." Ian greeted while walking past me "You looking for your boyfriend?" "He's not my boyfriend." I pushed Ian out of the way to get a beer. "You guys doing anything fun?" Fiona asked while reaching over and grabbing my beer. "Don't know, dinner, weed. The usual." "That sounds like boyfriend stuff." Ian grabbed the other beer I had grabbed and walked back to his room upstairs. I looked around frustrated "Can I just get a beer?!" I threw my hands in the air while looking around. I got my beer and walked to the couch ignoring Fiona's teasing.
I was around halfway through my beer when Lip opened the door. "Hey, Lip." "Hey, asshole." He sat on the couch next to me and grabbed my beer. "So, he can steal your beer, I get it." I rolled my eyes. "Also, I'm leaving, and Ian already snuck out so you two are home alone. Don't ruin the house too bad." Fiona joked as she left "What happened?" He leaned on me "Your siblings are onto us." I laughed leaning my head on him. "So, are we gonna ruin the house?" Lip put the beer on the table, "Fiona said we can't." I leaned back "Then ruin me?" He straddled my lap and put his hand on my jaw "Hell yeah baby." I leaned up pulling him down to kiss me. The kiss was messy, our teeth clashing and our tongues dancing in an interesting rhythm. "Shit." He whispered into my mouth. I pulled back, "Get on your knees." I leaned back. He smiled a little before doing as I orders. Lip let out a sighing breath as I unzipped my pants. "Go ahead baby." He reached his hand around my dick, slowly stroking it. He leaned down and took my dick into his mouth, moaning softly as he did so. I groaned slightly at the vibrations "Your mouth is so good." He slowly bobbed his head halfway up and down my length his hand stroking the rest. My hand threading it's way into Lip's hair before I thrusted up into his mouth. Lip gagged slightly before moaning "You like that? You like gagging on my dick?" He nodded the best he could before gagging once again. My hands guided him to meet my rough thrusts to his mouth. His hands gripped my legs tightly, muffled moans spilling from his mouth. I could even feel him grinding his bulge against my leg.
"I'm gonna come baby. You gonna swallow it like a good boy?" I grabbed his hair tighter and dragged him down till his nose met my pelvis "Fuck!" I groaned out as I came. He pulled off coughing slightly. "Please, please! Please daddy, I need your dick." I smiled "Get up here baby." Lip took his place on my lap once again "You don't need to prep me, I did it earlier." I smiled, and stripped myself of my shirt and picked him up. I placed him down on the couch under me before slowly stripping him. "So fucking pretty." I kissed down his torso giving his nipples special attention "Fuck, daddy". I circled my two middle fingers around his hole feeling a heavy amount of lube. Slowly I dipped my middle finger into his hole "Fuck!" he yelped "Please don't tease me." he begged. "Okay, sweetie." I leaned down and gave him a light kiss before lining myself up with his hole. "Here you go baby." I pushed in slowly "Ah-ah- so good-" He was gasping slightly. When I bottomed out completely, I stopped for a bit to let him adjust. I grinded into him every once in a while, to hear his little noises "Please move.". I smiled down at him and kissed him deeply as I began to thrust slow and deep.
His moans were so beautiful and I would absolutely love to hear them ring out, but fuck his mouth is the best thing I've ever tasted. "Fuck, I love you." I whispered into his mouth. I pulled away from the kiss, speeding up my thrusts slightly. "Oh-oh shit!" He cursed while throwing his head back. "So pretty. So fucking pretty for me." He wrapped his arms around my neck and back, his blunt nails marking my back. "Daddy! Oh fuck- please daddy!" "Please what? What are you asking for baby?" I leaned in his ear. "Can I cum? Please let me cum?" I smiled "Of course baby." His back arched, his mouth shaped into an O shape, and with a silent moan he came. "Goodboy, asking for permission." I praised not letting up on my thrusts. He let out small gasps and sobs "You're being so good, just a little longer." My thrusts became faster and sloppier. A few more thrusts later and I came inside him with a groan.
We sat like that for a few moments "I love you too." "What?" "You said you loved me. I love you too." I smiled down at him. "Get dressed! Steve's here!" Fiona yelled from outside. "Shit!" I cursed as we began scrambling to get dressed. We can have a sweet moment later.
173 notes · View notes
Text
No joke i think about the club kiss scene AT LEAST 5 times a day. I say this completely unironically. Every element is worth obsessing over. Like how Mickey went to a gay club knowing FULL well his boyfriend was a stripper there so he was obviously going to have creeps hitting on him and yet he STILL went into full on rabid dog mode when a guy tried to tip Ian. And then Ian being like 🙄🙄🙄 cause he is just used to Mickey being overprotective and trying to kiss him in public for the first time. And Mickey flat out refused at first BUT THEN HE SLOWLY LOOKS AROUND AND REALISES "WAIT A MINUTE WE'RE AT A GAY CLUB PEOPLE ARE GAY HERE NOONE GIVES A FUCK".
AND THEY KISSED
LIKE THEY WERE STARVING, LIKE IT WAS VITAL FOR THEIR EXISTENCE. Mickey messed up Ian's hair and Ian was holding him in ways he's never been held before. And the hands OH GOD THE HANDS HOLY FUCK
147 notes · View notes
m4ndysk4nkovich · 6 months
Text
i don’t like fanon gallavich. sorry.
76 notes · View notes
smiley-milkovich · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Melting
169 notes · View notes
spicycinnabun · 6 months
Text
(Crop) Top Ian
WC: 2,284 👕 Rated: E 👕 Read it in full here on AO3! Preview 👇
~
“Hey—” Mickey’s sentence broke along with his thoughts when he saw Ian. His heart sped up, his eyebrows twitched, and his lips parted. “Uh…”
“I know,” Ian said, tugging at the shirt with a pissy frown. It did nothing to hide his abs, which were clenching. Very visibly. He let go and fiddled with the knobs and buttons on the washing machine. “We’re gonna have to call the super. Something is wrong with the washer. My shirt shrunk.”
Having recovered from his surprise, Mickey bit his lip so he didn’t smirk widely. Ian’s shirt hadn’t shrunk. It didn’t fit him because that was Mickey’s shirt. Ian had one that was almost identical. He approached Ian and gave his bare midriff a playful pinch. “Did it shrink, or did you grow, ginger giant?”
Now, there were two possible ways Ian would react. One (least preferable) he would roll his eyes, let out a sigh, and not rise to the bait. Two (Mickey’s favorite), he would rise to the bait and do something that would make Mickey’s stomach flip, and his blood run wild.
Ian looked down at the pinkened spot Mickey had pinched, paused for a brief moment of contemplation, and then grabbed Mickey’s hips roughly. Mickey’s world spun a little as his feet left the floor, Ian picking him up effortlessly. Mickey’s ass hit the cold metal of the top of the washing machine, and Ian shoved his thighs open with two hands on Mickey’s knees.
Ian laughed because he could see right through Mickey, and he liked that. He liked the way Mickey’s pupils always dilated, and his breathing went rapid just from a little bit of manhandling. He pressed his forehead to Mickey’s, playfully intimidating him. “This is your shirt. If I’m a giant, what’s that make you, little rabbit?”
86 notes · View notes
babygirlmickey · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
279 notes · View notes
astaraels · 1 month
Note
Fem gallavich version of the prison reunion?
Ian watched the prison door close and turned around, her breath coming quickly, almost to the point of panic. This was for real, not a nightmare like she almost hoped, and she was stuck in this place for...fuck, who even knew how long? Her lawyer had tried to argue for a mental health facility, but the judge had denied it, decided instead on medium security for at least the next two years. So here she was for the foreseeable future, and it was ironic that among all these other women, Ian had never felt so alone.
She set her bedding and extra prison uniform on the top bunk and sighed—for a brief moment she'd been glad not to have to deal with her cell mate just yet, but of course as soon as she'd had the thought, the door opened, and Ian felt her shoulders stiffen in response. Turning around, she steeled herself—
But anything she might have said evaporated from her mind at the sight of Mickey goddamn Milkovich standing there, her black hair combed to one side, longer than the last time Ian had seen her, her blue eyes sparkling with poorly concealed mirth.
"So I rolled on the cartel I'd been working for," Mickey said, all casual, like she hadn't just thrown Ian's entire world out of orbit with her presence, "and in exchange, guess who gets to pick where she gets locked up?"
Ian could only stare at Mickey, breath caught in her chest, unable to believe that she was here, right here, right now, when she thought she'd be alone in the worst place possible. "...holy shit," she managed to choke out, a poor substitute for all the words she wanted to say. Like how did you get here, what are you doing back in prison, why did you do this, when did you get that new tattoo. But all the words died on the tip of her tongue as Mickey walked past her, winking as she did so.
"By the way," she said, "I got bottom, so uh, you're on top." Like it was no big deal, like she hadn't just thrown Ian for a goddamn loop by her mere presence here in the same fucking prison. That she'd given up the freedom she'd worked so hard for. Why she'd turned snitch on a Mexican drug cartel to do so, just to be back with Ian. So many questions, but there was time enough for that, later. As Mickey stretched out languidly on the bottom bunk, looking like a rather contented cat, Ian couldn't help but rush towards her.
She practically jumped on top of Mickey, pressing their bodies flush together. Her own freshly dyed hair fell around their faces, mingling with Mickey's own, and Ian's eyes wanted to close as she inhaled deeply, Mickey's familiar scent filling the air around her. It made her ache in so many ways; it'd been so long since that awful day at the border, when she'd kissed Mickey goodbye for what she thought would be the last time. But no, now she was here, pressed against Ian, a hand sliding through Ian's hair, pulling her in close, slowly, carefully bringing their faces into a kiss.
And God, what a kiss it was; it took every bit of willpower Ian had not to fucking devour her. There was a slight tremble in Mickey's hand, in spite of the confidence of her words, and Ian wanted to take her apart, piece by fucking piece. This wasn't the time or place for it, though; that could come later. For now, there was a soft, careful exploration of mouths, teeth and tongues holding back for the moment; they pressed together carefully, tentatively, as if both of them could barely believe this was real.
Ian brought one hand up and stroked Mickey's cheek, pressing their foreheads together. It was impossible to believe, but yeah, she was here, right here, and it made Ian want to weep. This was what she'd been missing. The puzzle piece she couldn't find for so long, the part of herself she'd tried to forget and put away. But there was no separating Ian Gallagher from Mickey Milkovich. No matter what, they would always find their way back to each other.
"I fucking love you," she murmured against Mickey's lips, feeling Mickey's answering smile against her mouth.
"Damn right, Gallagher," Mickey said. "Can't get rid of me that easy." And all Ian could do in response was to kiss her again. This time, she wasn't going to let her go.
48 notes · View notes
thirstyvampyr · 15 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
He gives it to me good and hard and I fucking like it
289 notes · View notes
kandyzee · 3 months
Text
Ur having a laugh right.
Tumblr media
ME AND MY HUSBAND IS NOT SOME HAPPY LOVE SONG. And as much as I love love love mitski you really think MICKEY MILKOVICH is putting her on ?
Tumblr media
GONNA EXSPLAIN WHY THIS IS WRONG NOW.
'Me and my husband' can ofc like all songs be interpreted differently. I'm gonna explain the interpretation I most strongly agree with (this is also from what I've seen is a pretty common interpretation). I'll also talk about how it doesn't relate to gallavich.
It starts with a heavy sigh. Straight away, you get a tired and negative feeling from the song. This alone is enough (imo) to tell that this isn't gallaviche's song because in what world would either of them start talking about their husband with a sigh? Mickey and Ians' relationship is the strongest it has ever been once they married. If anything, they should be having a sigh of relief because they finally get to be together.
Although the instrumentals are rather upbeat, the lyrics carry a sombre tone. "So I bet all that I have on that furrowed brow" comes to mind straight away. You have furrowed brows when ur angry, maybe upset/confused. One of her husbands noticeable traits is a thing of negative connotations. You could see this as a hint to her husband being abusive. Neither Ian nor mickey are abusive, so would not fit this role within the song.
Tumblr media
These lines come across as almost desperate. Sure, you could see this as her lighting up as she sees her love, but to me, it's more than that. She feels helpless when he's not around. She only have value when her husband is with her / she needs her husband to feel validated and worth something. Maybe she's nothing but she has her husbands loves and she desperately hangs on to that to feel for herself. Mickey and Ian don't have that dynamic. They are both self-assured people by themselves.
To me this song feels like she is clinging to a relationship because she doesn't feel sustained by herself. She's trapped chasing the feeling of being loved. It has this undertone of "yeah he doesn't always treat me right but I've been with him so long ik he loves me in their somewhere and I am nothing without him so I'll stay" feeling to it. Its almost like she's been broken down by her husband so that see needs him and sees she's that but not enough to leave.
The slight repetition of "we're sticking together " affirms this for me. She's tired from start to finish trying to convince herself to hold out hope that her marriage can change. She can still be loved by him.
"At least in this lifetime" is a way of showing that she doesn't really want this. In another life, she would rather leave. Maybe she's scared to leave, and she's waiting for another life for the courage. Does any of this song like gallavich to you? Gallavich are desperate, sure, but they are desperate to finally be able to show love, not receive it.
Saying mickey relates to this song would be trying to say that he feels like nothing when Ian isn't around. The idea that mickey is only a love interest is irritating enough as it and u think he sees himself that way too?? I know mickey would get this song more than surface level. I mean, the man was a radiohead fan as a teenager. So, no, I don't think he relates to it.
I think if any relationship fit this song, it would be mandy and Lip.
This was super yappy, but I'm not all that concerned. Listened to me ans my husband on repeat while writing this
43 notes · View notes
look-i-love-u · 2 months
Text
Galladrabbles - Bones
This week's @galladrabbles inspired by @heymacy's prompt "bones".
It's the next part of my Gallavich Gate 3 series. You can read it: HERE
||||||||||||||||
“Fuck, I need a smoke now!” Mickey groans. Ian feels his cock twitch.
“Because your fictional character boned another fictional guy? That's sad, Mick,” he huffs.
“It’s fucking hot and you know it. The big burly guy with the heart of gold gave me head and then fucked me good. Let me enjoy the afterglow!”
Ian sighs. “Sure. Go ahead.” He hears a wet suck and a slow long breath and bites his lip. It is hot. And he's fully hard now.
“Too bad my elf can't ride your orc. It’d be hot.”
Fucking hell! He needs a wank.
Immediately.
20 notes · View notes
Text
Me: I just have so much to do!
Husband: like what? Maybe I can help.
Me: I have my galladrabble, gallacraft, my gallavich triple trope event piece and my gallavich big bang, plus my current gallavich wips.
Husband: ... so you have a bunch of projects for your little gay characters?
Me: yes.
Husband: yeah I'm not helping with that. Ian and mickey projects are all yours.
61 notes · View notes
michellemisfit · 9 months
Text
Thank you @thepupperino for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt: Control
👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑
He grew up dreaming about being King of the South Side.
Now, wherever he turns, it just feels like he’s losing control.
.
55 notes · View notes