#Gallavich Kinktober

[michellemisfit]

Kinktober Bingo

By @gallavichthings 😏 (Check my Progress)

PROMPT: Fisting, Edging

(Graphic Fine Liner)

Click the ‘Mys Art’ tag to see more of my stuff, or check out my work on RedBubble and AO3

[rayrayor]

I snuck a @gallavichthings , Gallavich Kinktober Bingo in last minute . This is a rewrite of the first story I ever posted .

Bingo Squares : domestic, lingerie, role play and deep throat .

Everyone thinks Mickey rules his roost and Ian with an iron fist. Certainly this grumpy older man runs his happy redhead?Ian is content a house husband but the secrets of who runs Mickey are not always known. Mickey has two daddies and it’s hard work keeping these men content. Let the taming of the brat commence ❤️😏

So I wrote this piece as my first fiction . If you have read my other stuff I tend to write rom com with porn, or abo or Galladads.

I would not say this is a dark or angsty fic but most certainly grittier and a bit darker than my norm. The first version well my first ever comment I deleted and blocked . If you think about the kind of comment Terry Milkovich would leave , it was menacing . But I kept the original up .

I liked the original idea but was never totally happy with it . This rewrite for Kinktober is so much more me . It also gives context . Yes this is Gallavich with someone else. But in this work they are not a thressome on the regular. Sometimes Mickey has a deep need and Ian needs help getting Mickey there in certain moods. Damien is the one they trust who does not overstep . Still always Gallavich End Game .

[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Kinktober 2022

Hello, everyone! Are you ready for some (dirty) fun? Here are the prompts for this year’s kinktober. There are two for each day, one situational and one dialogue. You may choose only one or use both. You can also mix and match two or more days (in which case, please post on the day for the last prompt used and do mention all the days it fits so I can tag it accordingly). Reminder that all kinds of works are accepted and there’s no need to sign up. Simply post on the assigned day (or later, that’s fine, just make sure to mention what day(s) it is for) and remember to @ me so I can reblog it (just mentioning me in the tags won’t do, I can’t always see that). Let’s get this party started!

Day 1 - sex dream X “Touch yourself for me.”

Day 2 -  dirty talk X “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

Day 3 -  uniform / costume X “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Day 4 - thigh riding X “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

Day 5 -  jealous / possessive sex X “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

Day 6 - exhibitionism / voyeurism X “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

Day 7 -  food X “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”

Day 8 -  stripping / lap dance X “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

Day 9 - 69 X “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Day 10 -  latex / leather X “Did I say you could stop?”

Day 11 - orgasm denial X “Open your mouth.”

Day 12 - against a wall X “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

Day 13 -  sex tape X “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

Day 14 - piercings X “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Day 15 -  unusual sex positions X “Did you dress up just for me?”

Day 16 - massages X “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Day 17 - hair pulling X “Take it off. Slowly.”

Day 18 - sleepy sex X “Pull my hair!”

Day 19 - face sitting X “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Day 20 - wax X “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

Day 21 - cum kink X “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

Day 22 - innocence X “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Day 23 - handcuffs X “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

Day 24 - scent X “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

Day 25 - biting X “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

Day 26 - nipple play X “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

Day 27- vanilla / slow & soft X “Is that a thong?”

Day 28 - tattoos X “You look good all soaking wet.”

Day 29 - punishment X “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

Day 30 - phone sex X “I need you. Now!”

Day 31 - Bonus / Free day

[bravemikhailo]

kinktober day 24: “you take my fingers so well, don’t you?” // @gallavichthings

His face is just a bit paler than usual, cheekbones just a tad more hollow, eyes puffy and tired, adorned with purple shadows underneath, but he’s beautiful nonetheless. He always is.

additional tags: anal fingering, bottom ian gallagher, intimacy, post canon

[ read below or on ao3 ]

- - -

It happens, sometimes.

It’s nothing they aren’t used to. The fall bringing cold and darkness with it, slow mornings and tired limbs and the unrelenting desire to stay in bed all day.

He doesn’t really know how Ian feels, in times like these. He can’t know.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t do everything in his power to help him through it. Bring him a cup of hot coffee in bed, press a gentle kiss to his forehead, close the blinds during a sunny day and let Ian rest, leaving the bedroom door ajar behind him with his heart in his throat, but with the knowledge that it would get better soon.

It would.

And it does.

And though Ian groans and sighs, exasperated, because his cock isn’t exactly cooperating, Mickey knows he can make him feel good anyway.

At least he’ll try.

So he kisses his husband, pressing him into the mattress, sucks his bottom lip gently into his mouth, makes him moan at the contact, palms his soft cock anyway.

Soft or diamond hard, the fact remains that Mickey loves his husband’s cock.

Ian breaks the kiss, breath coming out in quick and heavy puffs of hair. “Mick, Mick.” He sighs. “It won’t–”

Mickey leans down, brushes his nose against Ian’s, whispers against his mouth, “Don’t worry about it.”

He slides his hand lower as he touches his lips to Ian’s once again, down Ian’s length until he reaches his balls, cups them and rolls them gently in his hand.

Ian’s eyes flutter, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips and Mickey smiles against his lips, just so fucking glad his husband is feeling better.

With his other hand, he brings it to Ian’s face and strokes his hair back, then cups his cheek, scratches it softly with his thumb. After a while, he lets Ian mouth go and takes some time to just look at him.

His face is just a bit paler than usual, cheekbones just a tad more hollow, eyes puffy and tired, adorned with purple shadows underneath, but he’s beautiful nonetheless. He always is.

“What?” Ian asks, a whisper, the corners of his lips pulling up in a small smile that makes Mickey’s legs feel like liquid. He lifts his arms and wraps them around Mickey’s back, warm palms resting on his skin.

“I fucking love you.”

Ian’s eyes fill, immediately, mouth hangs open just slightly, and Mickey doesn’t waste one second crashing their lips together again, licking, sucking. Ian’s lips are chapped and rough against his tongue.

He reaches further down, slides his middle finger between Ian’s asscheeks until it reaches that sweet spot that’s so warm it makes Mickey’s dick twitch.

Ian gasps at the contact, head falling back into the pillow, nails digging into the skin of Mickey’s back.

“This okay?” He asks, voice a breath, studying Ian’s face, finger rubbing slowly over his hole, making Ian’s eyes flutter close and his breath grow heavy and broken. “Yeah?”

“Yesyesyes,” he says in a breath, then swallows, and Mickey can’t help but lean down and press soft sucking kisses over his neck, suck the skin into his mouth, marking his man.

Blindly, he reaches for the drawer where they keep the lube and throws it at Ian’s feet. His thumb keeps a steady rhythm, not pushing in—just caressing softly.

He lets go of Ian’s neck at some point, leans up to kiss his mouth, both his cheeks and his jaw, then slowly starts making his way down Ian’s flushed body, kissing his skin, rubbing his side.

He sucks one nipple into his mouth, gets it wet and hard, then does the same to the other one.

Lower, he noses at Ian’s belly, and it always amazes him, how this specific part of his husband’s body always manages to drive him fucking insane.

It’s big, and soft and strong and he just loves the fuck out of it. Ian giggles softly as Mickey kisses his belly, hands playing with his hair.

“You’re so hot,” Mickey says, and Ian huffs out a breath. When Mickey looks up, his face is beet red. Mickey smiles, resumes his very important job.

He trails kisses down his thighs, nibbles at them, licks his soft cock from base to head, swirling his tongue over it for a bit before pushing Ian’s legs back until they’re bend at the knee, leaving him spread wide open for him.

The sight of Ian like this, open and vulnerable, it’s so rare it does something unimaginable to his insides. He feels like his nerve endings are short circuiting.

He warms some lube between his fingers, then looks up at Ian, raises an eyebrow at him. “You ready?”

He hears him gulp at the same time as he nods his head eagerly. “Yeah,” he says, no hint of hesitation.

Mickey grins, gives Ian’s calf a kiss at the same time as he presses his middle finger against his hole again, stroking over his tight, tight rim.

He gets him all wet, hurting him the last thing he intends to do, then starts inching in, slowly, slowly, eyes never leaving Ian’s face. His eyes are closed shut and his mouth hangs open and when he lets out a litany of more, more, please more, Mick, Mickey buries his finger inside.

“Fuck,” Ian nearly shouts, back arching off the bed, legs quivering, hole vibrating around Mickey’s finger in quick pulses. His whole face is furrowed in a grimace and Mickey quickly takes his soft cock into his mouth, hoping to relieve some of the burn from the stretch.

He keeps his finger inside, unmoving, waiting for the pulses to subside but Ian’s tense, so he lets go of his cock with a pop that sounds extra-filthy in the quiet of their room, and leans up as best as he can to reach Ian’s lips.

They make out for a while, until Ian’s muscles start to relax and Mickey starts moving his finger in little pushes, getting him used to the sensation before pulling out, reapplying more lube and sliding his index finger along his middle.

Ian gasps, this breathy thing that makes Mickey’s dick twitch and dribble more precome over the sheets.

His mouth drops as he looks at Ian’s hole, swallowing his fingers, all pink and stretched out and warm as he starts to move again.

With his other hand, he gives his own cock a few strokes, the tingle in his balls almost unbearable, but his eyes never leave Ian. His husband. Those are his fingers buried deep inside his fucking husband.

“You take my fingers so well, don’t you?”

Ian all but moans as the question leaves Mickey’s mouth, fingers clenching around the sheets and feet curling.

He picks up the pace, spurred on by Ian’s breathy whimpers, these oh, oh, oh sounds tumbling out of his mouth relentlessly, over and over again.

“Mickey,” he pants, strained, and Mickey moves faster, in and out, in and out. Deep, deep, deep. “Fuuuuuuck.” Ian’s voice shakes.

“You like it, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Tell me.”

Ian’s eyes roll back, blissed out, body lax against the mattress but Mickey wants to hear it. He pushes deeper inside, eliciting a chocked moan from his husband.

“Love feeling you—oh.” He arches his back, and Mickey wraps an arm around his hips to hold him down. “Like this.”

Mickey smiles, he can’t help it, and presses a sloppy kiss to his husband’s strong thigh.

“That’s my boy.” It’s out of his mouth before he can even process it but Ian whimpers under him, so Mickey crooks his fingers without a warning, pressing them against that sensitive spot inside that he knows it’s going to make Ian feel so good he’ll feel like he’s about to burst.

He crooks his fingers and keeps Ian’s legs wide open for him because his legs are shaking now and there’s some come dribbling from his soft dick and his mouth hangs open on a soundless gasp, eyes wide and pupils blown, sweat on his forehead and it’s the hottest thing Mickey’s ever seen.

“You’re so good for me, look so pretty like this. Open like this for me.” He gets his mouth around Ian’s cock again, sucks the head gently, swallowing the come slowly flowing out. Lets it go with a filthy sound that contrasts with the sweet kiss he presses to Ian’s length immediately after.

“Taste good, too.” He kisses his belly, just below his navel. “Gonna come with just my fingers inside you, huh?”

Ian nods, eyes closed.

Mickey smiles, takes Ian’s cock into his mouth once again, and crooks his fingers one more time, but this time, he presses them over Ian’s prostate, over and over again, fast, every push punctuated by a broken moan until Ian clenches around his fingers, swallowing them with his tight hole and goes completely lax under him, giving Mickey’s mouth everything he has.

He swallows, keeps rubbing Ian’s sensitive prostate, helping him come down slowly, then climbs over his husband’s body in record speed, settling between his legs and burying his face into his neck, holding him tight as he grinds his thick and throbbing cock over his belly, a few hard pushes all that he needs to come between their bodies, then sags against his husband’s chest, boneless, a happy deadweight.

“So hot.” He murmurs against Ian’s warm neck, kissing it softly. “You’re so hot.”

He feels Ian’s hands on his back again, stroking softly up and down, and when he lifts his head to look into his husband’s face, he realizes that he’s made him cry.

There are tear streaks on his cheeks that Mickey wipes away with his thumbs. He kisses his eyelids, his nose, strokes his hair back over and over again until his pulse slows down and eyes start to feel heavy.

“I love you,” Ian says at some point, and Mickey holds him just a bit tighter, just a bit closer to his heart.

[very-sleepy-head]

Kinktober day 10: "Did I say you could stop?"

@gallavichthings 's kinktober prompt, mini 100 word drabble 🖤 (+thigh riding)

"Did I say you could stop?"

He's sitting in Ian's lap.

Ian's eyes are all over him, but not touching him.

It's too much and not enough.

"What do you want, baby?"

Mickey has been hard in his pants for a while now.

"You! I need you!"

"Mmmm… You look so good grinding on my thigh."

"Please! Please!"

"What, darling?

"I need to cum, Ian."

"You can cum, baby."

"Can't. They'll hear."

"Mickey, if you do it now, I'll take you home, take the plug out and fuck you until you can't remember anything besides my name."

"F-fuck,"

"Good boy."

[mmmichyyy]

all the time in the world

written for @gallavichthings kinktober 2022, day 27: soft & slow ✨

Right now, Ian wants to take his time. Savour every second, every expanse of skin. Take care of Mickey, give his husband the attention he deserves.

(aka 2k words about soft husbands being soft, with just a dash of spice)

🖤 read the rest on ao3 🖤

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 21

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

I actually really like writing this, for some reason? You can totally imagine Mickey in the readers place, its why I haven’t used y/n in this one.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

The exhale that left Ian was shaky, his chest shuddering as he puffed out the breath he had been holding for a little too long in anticipation. His arms had been tied to the headboard of your shared bed, his clothes having been removed in quite a hurry when you two got home. Ever since you guys had gotten your own apartment away from his family, your intimate life had only unfolded further than before.

In the past you two didn’t have any time to experiment, since Ian had shared a room with his siblings his entire life, and your family had a habit of just barging in or even kicking down the door if it was locked. It had started with the two of you fucking all over the apartment, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, on the floor of the foyer, the list went on, there wasn’t a single point in your apartment that hadn’t been christened.

After that you guys started exploring different things, different kinks you’d both had an interest in but never got the chance to try. You had a sizable number of toys for this exact reason, even rope made specifically for bondage, said rope woven around Ian’s wrists and the headboard.

One of the kinks Ian had really wanted to try was waxplay, but you had always been a bit unsure, not wanting to burn him on accident. Ian, being who he was, started researching the subject and later on presented you with Soy candles made for waxplay. They were a deep green and unscented, and you knew for a fact Ian had picked that colour since it would look good dripped all over his freckled body.

He didn’t have as many freckles as he used too, having seemingly grown out of it, but during the summer some would still appear all over his face and torso. Sitting on his hips you could truly appreciate those few freckles, an almost taunting grin twitching onto your lips as you ground down against Ian’s naked cock.

You were still in your boxers, it was kind of a power thing, as Ian normally topped and was the one in charge, so something as small as leaving your own clothes on as he was stark naked as the day he was born, helped to put him in the right headspace.

He was already had, probably had gone around with a half chub all day since you had mumbled in his ear that morning that you wanted to use the candles when he got home. That was why he had been so fast to throw off his clothes, leaving a trail of it leading towards your bedroom, where he had thrown himself onto the bed and folded his arms above his head like a well-trained soldier following orders.

You could tell how giddy Ian was as he almost wiggled underneath you, his breath catching when you started running your hands up and down his torso, squeezing his pecs with an appreciative hum before you pinched at his abs, causing them to tighten as Ian gave a soft gasp.

A couple of candles were burning on the bedside table, you had lit them a few minutes before he got home, wanting to take your time before they’d melted enough to be used. As you waited, you took the time to appreciate your lovers’ body, leaning down to nip and bite at his skin, sucking hickeys against his pale neck and chest, ignoring the half-hearted grumble from Ian telling you not to leave hickeys where his coworkers could see.

You knew he didn’t mean it, especially as his cock throbbed against you, already twitching and slick with precum. Wanting to see it, you lifted your hips enough for his hard length to almost bounce against his tight stomach, a tiny pool of precum already gathering between his abs as he huffed when you sat back down on his thighs.

Unable to resist, you reached down and gave the underside of his cock a small pinch, not meant to hurt, but enough to be felt. His hips would have jumped off the bed if you weren’t sitting on him, a grunted noise leaving his clenched teeth as he furrowed his brows in a way you knew meant he was trying to still look like he was somewhat in charge of it all.

You tsked and almost cruelly rubbed your pad of your thumb against his tip, using your other hand to hold his cock still as you switched from your thumb to your palm, moving in quick movements that had a slick noise filling the room as his hips gave a hard jump upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

Ian groaned as his eyes rolled as his lids fluttered, his teeth digging into that delicious bottom lip of his as he tried to contain the higher pitched noises wanted to rip from his throat. His legs jolted against the bed as you gave a harder squeeze around his circumcised head, giving it one last slow cruel stroke before you released it, his length falling back against his stomach with a wet slap.

Ian’s eyes fluttered open as your weight shifted, his breath catching as he saw you grabbing one of the candles off of the bedside table, almost holding his breath in anticipation as you sat back on his thighs once more, now holding the lit candle.

He audibly gulped as you blew out the candle, your free hand settling on his lower stomach as you reached up, holding the candle above his shuttering chest. Ian’s eyes were wide, he looked almost starved as his nostrils flared when he finally remembered to breathe. His eyes tracked the melted wax collecting at the lid of the candle as you turned it, his cock twitching and drooling another drop of white against his stomach.

He didn’t make much noise as you poured the first of the wax against his shaved chest, the streak of dark green standing out starkly against his pale skin. But you could tell from the way his eyes fluttered that he enjoyed it, his inhale sounding a little more rushed than before as his arms flexed against his bindings.

And so, the act continued as you kept pouring melted wax against his torso, even streaking a bit of it up his neck but never getting too close to his face for safety reasons. The colour of the wax lightened somewhat as it dried across his torso, His shuddering becoming more visible the more hot wax you flicked across his body.

Finally, as you grabbed the third and last candle, did he start making audible noise, small huffs and tiny moans leaving him as you painted a line of wax across his nipple, starting to feel more confident in the movements. A stuttered soft curse left him as you painted a line across his stomach, closer than you’d ever been before to his cock.

He looked almost wild with his wide eyes locked down on where the wax was painted across his body, it was obvious he was close as his noises rose in volume and his cock kept jolting and dripping like a broken faucet, the pool of precum on his stomach almost looking like another splash of wax.

Licking your lips, you shuffled down his thighs until you were sitting by his knees, moving where you had been holding the candle. When Ian noticed where you were holding the candle, his gasped hungrily, audible gulping as your eyes met, your eyes asking if he wanted it.

Ian couldn’t have nodded any faster, his lip quivering and deep red from where he had been biting at it. You weren’t gonna drip it right on his dick, you didn’t feel comfortable to do that, but you started dripping wax near it. On his stomach near the tip, downwards on his abdomen beside his length, the flashes of heat from the wax leaving Ian keening as his legs grew more and more restless.

One line of wax across the inside of his thigh seemed to be what kicked off over the edge, white shooting from his tip and covering the layer of green wax covering his torso, the white standing out starkly against the deep green. His legs twitched and jolted under you, but he wasn’t able to move them too much as you were still seated on him, but the huffed moans that left him made it clear just how much he enjoyed it.

Putting the candle away to the side, you rubbed your hands across the outer side of his thighs as he laid there shivering and twitching softly, basking in the flash of orgasm for as long as possible, before he went limp against the bed, his eyes shut and mouth open as he breathed softly.

You leaned down to kiss his wax covered chest before you got to your feet, undoing the bindings holding his arms in place as you kissed his forehead, letting him softly grab the back of your head to pull you into a slow and deep kiss. You mumbled against his lips that you’d be right back, meeting his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss, his pupils blown wide and expression soft and so in love it almost made your teeth ache.

As you grabbed what you needed to clean up your shared experience from the bathroom, you couldn’t help but decide it hadn’t been as bad as you thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, and seeing how Ian had reacted you most definitely wanted to do it again, and you had a feeling Ian wouldn’t have anything against that either.

[heymrspatel]

you like that? sweet, just like my big guy

for @gallavichthings kinktober 2023 prompts: food kink + bondage + sensory deprivation collection on tumblr & ao3

[michellemisfit]

Kinktober Bingo

By @gallavichthings 😏 (Check my Progress)

Dirty Talk

(Watercolour)

Click the ‘Mys Art’ tag to see more of my stuff, or check out my work on RedBubble and AO3

[rayrayor]

psst - it’s kinktober. what are Ian and Mickey’s fave kinks? reply and pass it on

So I think Ian’s is a size kink and I get rope vibes there

Mickey it’s hoping but puppy play

@guinguin1984

[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Kinktober 2023: Bingo!

Kinky times are here again, and this time we're doing it bingo style!

Rules and guidelines after the read more. ;)

Let's start with those that are true for every event I promote:

All kinds of fanworks are accepted, as long as they're original.

Here is the AO3 community.

Don't forget to tag me using @ at the body of the post so that I can see it and reblog it (you can do it after a read more or by reblogging if you wish to "hide" it).

For fics longer than a drabble, please put them under a read more if you post them fully here on Tumblr (this isn't a hard-set rule, more like a general etiquette thing).

Now for some general Kinktober rules:

For fanart, please use Tumblr community guidelines so that people can avoid the post if they want to. You can also choose to tag it "nsfw" instead, or even add it after a read more. (Again, just a general etiquette thing.)

For fics, please include tags and/or warnings for everything they contain. This makes it easier for those who want to read the things you've written to find them, and for those who don't to avoid them.

And finally, some bingo things:

No, you do not need to post ALL the themes in a bingo card. It's totally fine to post just one fanwork for Kinktober.

There's also no limit, so you can do as many as you want.

Yes, you can also combine them into the same fanwork.

Since there are no themed days this time, you can post your works whenever you want within the month of October.

There are no prizes for this bingo, but those who make a bingo get bragging rights (and a special shout out - just let me know you've done it because I'm likely to miss it).

BINGO: 3 cells in a row (vertically, horizontally, or diagonally).

SUPER BINGO: 3 cells in a row in two or three cards.

ULTRA BINGO: 3 cells in a row in four or five cards (are you ok?).

UBER BINGO: All the 9 cells of the same card.

SUPREME BINGO: All 9 cells of the same card in two different cards (good luck with that).

EXTREME BINGO: All 9 cells of the same card in three or four different cards (seriously, are you ok? Is this worth it?).

ULTIMATE BINGO: All 9 cells of the same card in ALL of the five different cards (you get ALL the bragging rights!!! But also, please rest).

Hope everything is clear, but, as always, feel free to send me questions.

[bravemikhailo]

a bit late, but I wrote something for kinktober day 3: “you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” x day 12: against a wall // @gallavichthings

Mickey, his name tag said.

Mickey. It’s cute.

additional tags: bookshop au I guess, semi-public sex

- - -

There’s a tingle in his veins as he steps inside the bookshop.

Anticipation, he guesses. The memory of what happened exactly a week earlier in this place still vivid in his mind.

It’s late and there are only a couple clients around but when he scans the place in search of the hot guy that works here, he doesn’t find him.

The hot guy that’s given him the mind blowing head of his life.

Mickey, his name tag said.

Mickey. It’s cute.

Cute, just like his face when Ian scissored him open last week, his plump mouth dropping open in surprise at the double sensation of being sucked off and fingered at the same time. Surprise, yeah, but something else, too, Ian thinks. Knows.

There’s a blonde girl at the register in his place, and Ian’s feet guide him forward, through rows of bookshelves until he reaches the last one, the one no one usually inspects.

And, of course, there he is. Leaning against the wall, hands behind his back and a proud smirk on his face.

Wanna feel your cock inside me, the text said. Then, tonight.

It’s a bit embarrassing, Ian finds himself thinking now, how fast he’s dropped everything he was doing as soon as he got the text, rushing to the shop like his life depended on it.

And maybe it does. Because, as dramatic as it sounds, he feels like he’s going to fucking explode in a million pieces if he doesn’t get his mouth on Mickey soon.

So he does.

He launches forward, two wide steps and he’s in front of Mickey, crashing their lips together, pinning him against the wall as he gets his tongue inside Mickey’s wet and warm mouth.

He tastes like coffee and cigarettes, but there’s something sweet in there too, like he’s just swallowed a bunch of candy, and for some reason the thought makes the corners of Ian’s lips pull up in a smile that he can’t quite fight back.

“The fuck you smiling for?” Mickey asks, breathless against his mouth, warm puffs of air hitting Ian’s skin as he rubs their noses together in a surprisingly sweet gesture. Ian’s legs quiver.

Instead of answering, he kisses Mickey again, softer this time, just a press of lips that makes his heart throb in the best of ways.

He sneaks his hands behind, between Mickey’s back and the wall, and lowers them slowly until Mickey’s ass is between his fingers, plump and soft and ready for him. He squeezes it.

“Been thinking about my dick in you, huh?”

Mickey hums, eyelids heavy and lips chasing Ian’s.

Ian kisses him, slides his hands inside Mickey’s sweats, below his boxers, and spreads his asscheeks. He remembers the way he’d worked him open that day, pumping his fingers inside that ass like a madman, remembers the strangled moans tumbling out of Mickey’s lips as he crooked his fingers inside, rubbed them against his prostate until he filled up his mouth with his warm come. His dick twitches at the thought, feeling harder and harder, straining against his jeans.

“My fingers not enough for you?”

Mickey gasps when Ian slides a finger between his cheeks and rubs it against his hole. “Not enough.” He murmurs, hands resting on Ian’s waist, then wrapping around his back and pulling him forward, hips connecting. “Want your cock. Wanna feel it.” He sighs, pushes his groin against Ian’s. “Deep.”

Ian groans and lets Mickey swallow it down, pushes his finger against Mickey’s entrance and loses his breath when he finds it open and wet, his finger slipping easily inside.

“Fuck.” He breathes, voice strained. “Did you open yourself for me already?”

“Yeah, so get the fuck in me before someone kicks us out.”

And, well, he doesn’t need to say that twice.

In a swift move, he unbuckles his jeans and lets them slide down to his ankles, then gets his arms under Mickey’s ass and pulls him up, pulling his sweats down and encouraging him to wrap his legs around Ian’s waist. He does.

“Better hold on tight,” Ian says before taking Mickey’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently, sucking it softly at the same time as he lines up, twitching cock prodding at Mickey’s entrance, teasing at his rim for a moment, making Mickey shiver and bite his teeth into Ian’s neck before easily sliding in, in and in until he bottoms out, holding a whimpering Mickey firmly against the wall.

“So fucking big.” Mickey murmurs, voice muffled by Ian’s skin and when Ian starts moving, fucking into him easily, Mickey buries his face into his neck, trying to suppress his moans that Ian can feel riverberate through his own body. “Feel so, oh—so full.”

God, he takes him so easily. Swallows him whole, clenches around his cock in the most delicious way, sending shivers down Ian’s spine and right to his crotch, to his throbbing dick burying itself deep, over and over again, deep inside Mickey’s tight heat, the angle making it easier to find that spot that soon enough has Mickey biting harder into Ian’s skin, those broken moans escaping him nonetheless.

His hips come to a halt inside Mickey, has him whining. He grabs his chin and lifts his head until it’s resting against the wall, then covers Mickey’s mouth with his palm. His beautiful blue eyes widen, breath picks up.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught.” Ian whispers, and even though Mickey nods, he doesn’t take off his hand. Keeps it there firmly as his hips resume the movement, desperately pounding into Mickey’s ass.

And thank fuck he put that hand on his mouth, because as soon as he resumes moving his hips, Mickey’s eyes roll back and he starts making the hottest of noises, moans muffled by Ian’s hand but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, the warmest he’s ever felt.

Mickey’s arms fall to his sides at some point, too fucked out to even hold himself up and Ian has to carry all his weight because his legs loosen up too. He’s turning to liquid in front of Ian and all it does is spur him on, make him move his hips just a bit faster, a bit harder, enough for Mickey to drool over his palm and clench around his dick, over and over again in quick pulses that suck the orgasm out of Ian and suddenly, with one last push of his hips, he stills, groin pressed against Mickey’s ass, legs trembling, biting down on Mickey’s neck to keep his orgasm as quiet as possible.

He pants, pants like he’s run a fucking marathon, Mickey’s hole milking his orgasm out of his dick, and when he comes back to himself, he keeps his softening cock inside Mickey, moves inside him in little pushes even though he’s sensitive as fuck, and brings a hand between them to jerk him off, hand pumping Mickey’s thick and leaking dick until he comes with a muffled groan, body shaking, then slumping against him and Ian has to muster all his strength to hold him up so they don’t tumble to the ground.

He strokes Mickey’s dick softly as he regains consciousness, as he finds the ability to stand on his own again.

Before he knows it, he lifts his hand and brings it to Mickey’s plump lips, waiting for him to open them. When he does, eyes wide and alert, he feeds his come to him, and fuck if it doesn’t do things to him. He feels his cock stir again, even after such a mindblowing orgasm.

He stares in awe as Mickey sucks his fingers eagerly and swallows, not a single drop left behind.

They pull up their pants in relative silence after, but before Mickey can go back to work, Ian leans down and kisses him once more, feeling those lips again, how soft they are.

When they part, Mickey smiles, cheeks flushed, and leaves, and Ian knows in that moment, that’s not the end.

It can’t be.

[suzy-queued]

Kinktober: Chains

@gallavichthings / Art Gallery

[metalheadmickey]

kinktober collection 2023

Prompts came from @gallavichthings kinktober bingo cards. I got two bingos on the blue card including the free space, and one bingo on the purple card including the free space. Thank you gallavichthings for such a lovely collection of prompts! 💜💙

let them see

Prompt: Exhibitionism Additional tags: Public sex, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, multiple orgasms Word count: 6.8k Ian can only joke around and insinuate “showing them how it’s done” so many times before Mickey just has to ask if he’s serious, if he’d be into that kind of thing. Because to his own surprise, Mickey could definitely be into that kind of thing.

beauty in simplicity

Prompt: Domestic Additional tags: Rimming, anal fingering, spit, masturbation, cum marking Word count: 3.4k Sometimes the best way to start your morning is to get right to making a meal of your husband’s ass before the coffee’s even done brewing.

waiting in the light

Prompts: Bondage, Edging, Praise, Gags, Toys Additional Tags: Subspace, Dominant Ian, Submissive Mickey, Gentle Dom Ian Word Count: 3.3k It’s just that Ian’s brought him to the edge so many times, it’s like he can’t come back from it anymore. He’s just balanced there now, and there’s nothing he can take that won’t send him hurtling headfirst into an orgasm that he knows is going to be earthshattering.

run away together

Prompts: Deepthroat, 69 Additional Tags: camping, sharing clothes, oral sex, anal fingering Word Count: 2.8k It’s better than Ian’s initial suggestion, which was booking a fucking bed and breakfast. They’d take an extra day off and get out of the city, and they’d spend it in the woods, for some goddamn reason. And they’d breathe fresh air and disconnect from their phones and see the stars at night. And as it turns out, it’s actually pretty nice.

feels like a dream

Prompt: Collars Additional Tags: Dom Ian, Sub Mickey, Daddy Kink, Possessiveness, Fingers in Mouth, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Gentle Dom Ian, Sleepy Sex, Subspace Word Count: 6.5k That tomorrow is Saturday and they can sleep as much as they want doesn’t matter much to them. They’d do the same on a Tuesday night if it felt right, if it felt like that kind of time for connection.

All chapters rated explicit. Enjoy!

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Kinktober 2023 - @gallavichthings Word-count: 800 words Bingo Squares: Hands, Choking Additional Tags: prison boyfriends, emotional sex, choking, light size kink, mickey gets existential about their future [ follow my cards ]

Summary: Tonight, when the lights go out in their cell, Mickey needs to shut his brain off. And he needs Ian’s hands to do it. 

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[heymrspatel]

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