gallawitchxx
gallawitchxx
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gallawitchxx · 2 days ago
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so last week i wrote this sexting drabble & then calli gave my horndogs a neighborly backstory, so this week i picked up where i left off for the @galladrabbles prompt: dancing by @dreamjupiter đŸ–€
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Ian knocks on his neighbor’s door. Skipping straight to sex isn’t his typical style, especially not when he lives next door to the guy. But tonight’s already gone from zero to one hundred, and Ian doesn’t plan on dancing around this for long.
“Took you long enough.”
Mickey’s wearing boxers and a gorgeous flush across his torso, his tattooed fingers gripping the door frame. Ian pictures them wrapped around his length. It’s fucking pretty.
“Take those off and get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
It’s a gamble, but he’s heard Mickey’s feedback. Heard him moaning for harder and faster.
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gallawitchxx · 2 days ago
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Galladrabbles Prompt: Dancing
For this week’s @galladrabbles, I'm continuing my busker!Mickey and talent scout!Ian series! In the last installment, Mickey and Ian continued to be super into each other.
Part 47/? | Catch up here!
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It’s been a month since Mickey waltzed into Ian’s life.
Three weeks since they did the horizontal tango for the first time.
Two since Ian lost his sanity and decided to swing ‘round Mickey’s at two AM.
One since Ian shuffled into his own bed for the first time in days.
Zero since Mickey traced the polka dots of Ian’s freckles with his fingertips.
They’ve got something real, here, and Ian would be tripping if he thought otherwise.
Not even Emilio or Autumn could twist this into something fleeting.
What they’ve built is as solid as a thousand-person conga line.
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gallawitchxx · 2 days ago
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sex worker ian who works late hours and mickey who just happens to work the night shift at the sandwhich shop on his way home
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gallawitchxx · 2 days ago
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so last week i wrote this sexting drabble & then calli gave my horndogs a neighborly backstory, so this week i picked up where i left off for the @galladrabbles prompt: dancing by @dreamjupiter đŸ–€
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Ian knocks on his neighbor’s door. Skipping straight to sex isn’t his typical style, especially not when he lives next door to the guy. But tonight’s already gone from zero to one hundred, and Ian doesn’t plan on dancing around this for long.
“Took you long enough.”
Mickey’s wearing boxers and a gorgeous flush across his torso, his tattooed fingers gripping the door frame. Ian pictures them wrapped around his length. It’s fucking pretty.
“Take those off and get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
It’s a gamble, but he’s heard Mickey’s feedback. Heard him moaning for harder and faster.
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gallawitchxx · 2 days ago
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itqd ch 63: legal separation anxiety 🎓
art by @gallapiech 💛
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gallawitchxx · 3 days ago
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House Call
Rating: Explicit Word-Count: 3,800 words Additional Tags: stripper!mickey, shy!ian, virgin!ian, lap dance, age difference, size difference, very very very light choking (for mickey), clothed sex, frottage, ian is nervous and mickey respects that/doesn’t push, mickey calls him “kid” a couple times commission for someone who'd like to remain anonymous ♡ thank you Sequel to Kinktober 2022: Lap Dance
Summary: Mickey can't believe the shy little redhead he gave a lap dance to actually texted him. But now that his shift is over at the club, he's on his way over to the kid's apartment. He doesn't usually believe in fate working in his favor, but it looks like he's getting the chance to finish what he started.
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gallawitchxx · 4 days ago
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devastating thought of the day: imagine Mickey in 6x01 being the one to put his hand on the glass this time......
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gallawitchxx · 4 days ago
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I couldn’t stop thinking about @gallawitchxx’s drabble for for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt of ‘sexting’ from @takeyourpillsbitchh
So here’s a little something about the lead up to that drabble! 💖
Ian crawled into bed, his body aching after a long day of running up and down stairs carrying heavy boxes. There was still some unpacking and cleaning to do but he allowed himself to enjoy the satisfaction of moving into his own place. It wasn’t much - a small one bed apartment in an ageing building - but it was something. It was his. And, along with his job as an EMT, Ian finally felt like he was building a good life for himself.
There were still things that were missing - a boyfriend, maybe some more close friends who weren’t family members - and he was hoping that those things would come in time. Maybe this new place would allow him to expand his social circle. Until then, he’d just focus on making this place his home.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Ian shifted on to his back. What was that noise? It sounded like heavy footsteps. And they were close. As in
.right next door. Jesus, the walls were thin. He could hear the creak of the bed as this person presumably threw themselves into it. Then silence.
Well, at least they were going to sleep now.
Ian closed his eyes and tried to do the same himself. Until the sound of male voices floated through the walls.
Ian turned over and sighed, annoyed. It sounded like his neighbour was watching TV. Loudly. At midnight. Great. Ian couldn’t help but listen - the noises were that clear. It seemed like some sort of prison show. Two guys were talking and
.oh.
Oh no.
It quickly became obvious that it wasn’t a run of the mill TV show. No, it was porno. A porno with the worst, most cringy dialogue Ian had ever heard in his life. He didn’t know how anyone could be turned on by this.
And to add insult to injury, there was a third voice. This one was closer. It seemed that both Ian and his neighbour had their beds pressed up against the dividing wall. Ian was treated to his neighbour’s running commentary over the top of the excessive moaning and grunting of the porn.
He pulled his pillow over his head, not wanting to hear the detailed analysis of how big one guy’s dick is or the constant complaining that they should be fucking harder.
‘It’s a fucking video, they can’t hear you!’ He refrained from shouting through the wall. He was pissed but he tried to calm down. He hadn’t even been in his new place for twenty four hours yet, he didn’t want to start off his life in this new home by getting into a fight with his neighbour. No, he would leave a courteous note tomorrow.
Eventually the guy came. Ian could tell because he heard the long, drawn out moan and a satisfied “oh
fuck”. Then there was silence. Sweet, wonderful silence.
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The next morning, Ian wrote a quick note that he hoped would come across nicely.
“Hi! I’m Ian. I’ve just moved in next door. It seems the walls are very thin! I was wondering if maybe you could lower the volume of your tv if you’re watching it late at night? Or maybe wear headphones. I heard you last night and I would appreciate it and I’ll try to keep the noise down too. Thank you. Ian.”
He reread and added a smiley face at the end. Pleased with himself for the polite note, he slipped it under the door of his next door neighbour and headed to work.
Only to find the piece of paper crumpled up and shoved under his door when he returned home later, his words scribbled over and a ‘fuck you’ written across it in black marker.
Fuck.
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That night, there was more porn with terrible dialogue. More obnoxious critiquing by his neighbour of what he was enjoying and what the pornstars should do differently. (Most of the time, it was that they should do things “harder” or “faster”) And there was a new sound
.a distinct buzzing noise. It seemed his neighbour had added a toy to the mix. A toy his neighbour seemed to really love if the louder than usual moans and creaking bed were anything to go by.
Great.
The pillow wasn’t doing much to mute the noises. Maybe Ian was going to have to invest in a pair of ear plugs.
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After the fifth night in a row of Ian getting a surround sound audio journey of his nameless neighbour’s favourite perverted fantasies, Ian was more frustrated than ever.
He’d tried more notes, he’d tried banging on the dividing wall, he’d tried knocking on the door. The guy just ignored him. Ian wasn’t sure what to do. But this couldn’t go on. He needed his sleep.
There was a group chat for the apartment building and Ian wondered if maybe he should text this guy. Ask him again to please stop. It wasn’t hard to figure out his number. Through a process of elimination and some brief chats with his other neighbours- Ian learned that his next door neighbour was called Mickey. And that his number was the one with no name or picture and the only one who never contributed anything in the group chat.
Ian: Hi Mickey, this is Ian. Your next door neighbour. Please could you cool it with the porn. I work early shifts and it’s really disruptive.
Mickey: fuck u. homophobic asshole
Ian: ???? I’m not homophobic!
Ian: I’m gay!
Ian: I don’t care that you’re jacking off to gay porn, I just don’t want to hear it. It’s very loud.
Mickey: oh
Ian: How would you like it if I was jacking off loudly late at night?
Mickey: i dunno. depends what u look like
Mickey: send a pic and ill tell u if id like it or not
Ian paused. What the hell? Was this guy
..flirting? He’d been so focused on his disturbed sleep and getting the noises to stop that he hadn’t really thought much about his neighbour. What if this guy was hot
.? If Ian thought back to it, the guy did kinda have a nice sounding voice. He’d just been too pissed off to appreciate it.
Should he send a picture?
Fuck it. Why not. Ian took a quick selfie of his face and shirtless chest and sent it.
Ian: [IMG_184302.jpeg]
Mickey: fuck off. that seriously u?
Ian: Yes.
Mickey: well fuck


Ian: ? Let me guess, you hate redheads 🙄
Mickey: no
Mickey: opposite
Ian: really? 😏
Mickey: yeah u can jack off loudly anytime you like
Ian: thanks
.you gonna show me what you look like?
Mickey: [IMG_193892.jpeg]
Ian stared in shock. Jesus. The guy was hot. Really really fucking hot. And really confident apparently. He’d sent a full on nude mirror selfie. Ian could see his back and his ass and his gorgeous face peering over his shoulder. Ian really didn’t know what to say. He was feeling kinda speechless. He couldn’t believe this guy was next door, separated only by a thin wall. And he couldn’t believe he’d spent all this time being pissed off when he could have been enjoying what he was hearing.
Mickey: well?
Ian: đŸ„”đŸ„”đŸ„”đŸ„”đŸ„”
Mickey: still got a problem with me jacking off?
Ian: uh
no
.but if you ever get bored of your videos
.let me know?
-> Drabble by @gallawitchxx
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gallawitchxx · 5 days ago
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There's art!!! By the incomparable @gallapiech for: In this smoking chaos
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Read chapter 16: perfectly controlled now.
Or start from the beginning.
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gallawitchxx · 6 days ago
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me watching 'gratitious' sex and violence and ''problematic representation'' in my shows and movies made for adults
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gallawitchxx · 6 days ago
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do it scared. do it whimpering. do it whining and pleading. do it with a raging hard-on
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gallawitchxx · 6 days ago
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tĂȘte-Ă -tĂȘte
/ˈtɛt ɑ ˈtɛt/ · noun. a private conversation between two people. Ian and Mickey talk about anything and everything. The chapters will jump around in time and are not necessarily set in the same ‘verse.
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I was inspired by this week’s @galladrabbles prompt of ‘sexting’ by @takeyourpillsbitchh but I went way, way over the word count so I turned it into a chapter of this series instead!
This chapter is for you Chey! 💖
Chapter 3: Sexting - Mickey hates Old Army. Set in a slightly canon divergent s10 (no Paula, no broken leg, Ian and Mickey get engaged in a different way)
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gallawitchxx · 6 days ago
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here's a lil gallavich ficlet inspired by this tweet:
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Ian G has matched with Mickey M!
ian: Hi 🙂
mickey: how many inches
ian: Wow, no Hi or How are you?
I’m Ian by the way 😛
mickey: this aint christian mingle
either we fuck or not
ian: [ian_gallagher_dick_pic_good_lighting.jpg]
Do you think you can handle me?
mickey: no fuckin way alien lookin mofo like u has a dick like that
ian: Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mickey!
Just kidding yes it will 😌
mickey: address
ian: So desperate 😉
Well I live with my siblings...
And they’re all home right now

But I can meet you at your place, if that’s okay?
mickey: cant do my place
ian: Oh okay

Where do you want to meet then?
mickey: u tell me westside
ian: I don’t live in the West Side! I’m in Canaryville, South Side!
mickey: fuck off u aint southside
ian: Why would I lie about where I live? 😼
mickey: prove it
ian: 
How?
mickey: go outside n scream
ian: Shouldn’t we save the foreplay for the bedroom?
mickey: ok bye
ian: Wait I’ll do it hold on don’t go!!
mickey: 
 who sounds desperate now huh
meet at the dugouts in 10
ian: Outdoor sex? Ohh I’m down
Can’t wait to get my hands on your ass 🙂
mickey: ur such a dork
better bring the heat red
ian: Don’t worry I will! See you soon!
mickey: 🙄
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gallawitchxx · 7 days ago
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i have no information other than the below, so feel free to fill in your own blanks for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: sexting by @takeyourpillsbitchh đŸ–€
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how big r u?
How big can you take?
fuck you i can take it
You don’t even know how big I am yet
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Holy fuck.
like i said
Can’t wait to taste the inside of that hole, Mick
Put 3 fingers in and send me another pic
what do i get?
My cock measurements
that it?
If you can be good
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Good boy, Mickey.
how big r u red?
9 inches
All 3 of those fingers thick
motherfucker
Father, maybe
u comin over or am i gunna have to finish the job myself?
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gallawitchxx · 7 days ago
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Bringin’ The Heat
Former MLB rivals Ian Gallagher (Chicago Cubs star pitcher) and Mickey Milkovich (St. Louis Cardinals starting catcher) are shoved into a new challenge: co-coaching a disaster of a college baseball team. Between chaotic players, unresolved history, and too many late nights, they’re either going to kill each other — or fall in love trying. The heat isn’t just on the field.
Baseball might not give second chances but love just might. Forced to confront a history of near-misses, mutual grudges, and chemical attraction, and they find that the real comeback story might be their own.
Read it here on Ao3!
our bunk’s project for the Gallavich Summer Camp 2025! ( @gallavichsummercamp )
Art drawn by myself ( @aloonatlast ) and @mikcrymilkovich , story written by @solitarycreaturesthey and @nozenfordaddy
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gallawitchxx · 7 days ago
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gallawitchxx · 7 days ago
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Attempting a take on this week's @galladrabbles prompt from @takeyourpillsbitchh - great prompt, chey!
"Would you quit sexting and eat your damn sandwich?" Lip snapped, gesturing across the table. "You're the one who wanted to meet for lunch so bad. Your fries are getting cold."
Ian rolled his eyes and poked at his food. "I'm not sexting, Jesus. Mickey and I are making dinner together later and I need to know what to bring home from the store." The phone buzzed in his hand and he grinned, abandoning his food to focus on more important things. "Okay, now we're sexting."
Lip rolled his eyes and pulled Ian's fries to his side of the table.
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