#bottom mickey milkovich

[rayrayor]

After a period of Omega writers block , chapter 20 is here 😁🤗😫🥹

Also the last chapter is coming next the epilogue coming . The family will be back for one shots after this story ends cause I love this world . When I wrote Bringing Home Barbarian I had zero zip zilch idea it would become this behemoth of a story with three full trilogy pieces and some shorts. Or that we would have pregnant omega art . But here we are. If you are just finding this series, welcome . For everyone following from the first story of rescuing barbarian Mickey to now Omega Mickey . I am so flattered you have taken this ride with me💕💕💕💕❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹

Again @luluxa rocks mpreg art 💕

Or if you are interested in the whole Barbarian series click here

[dorkszn]

“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?”

[gallafics]

soooo, i wrote something i’ve never really written before and something i think should be written more in the fandom for @galladrabbles this week with the lovely prompt of mine from @jrooc !!

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“that fucker was your ex?” mickey snarled quietly.

“yeah. cheating asshole,” ian pants heavily into mickey’s mouth.

“don’t like the way he looked at you, touched you. could tell how bad he wanted you,” mickey bit at ian’s bottom lip harshly.

“well, he can’t have me…”

“yeah, why’s that?” mickey asked, thrusting faster, harder. “tell me why he can’t have you, ian.”

“f-fuuuuck,” ian mewled eyes rolling back as his husband hit his prostate again…and again.

“tell me,” mickey demanded, gripping ian chin tight, forcing green eyes to his.

“c—cause i’m yours, mick! fuckin’, all yours!”

mine. all fuckin’ mine.

[thirstyvampyr]

So we gonna fuck, or what?

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: muscle

Getting something in just under the wire after a stupid, crazy week. This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "muscle" from @blue-disco-lights. <3

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Mickey takes in the dark freckles of Ian’s sun-kissed shoulders. The wide planes of his back. All the new muscles that ripple beneath his skin from a summer swimming laps in the pool.

Mickey’s eyes travel lower, appreciating the taper of Ian's waist, the sweet dimples just above his ass, the way his own cock looks pumping into Ian’s hole.

He thought the thrill of fucking out on their balcony would be what got him off, but it’s the view of his husband from behind that has him moaning and pulling out to paint that sculpted back a minute later.

[seredelgi]

Ok so I have a thing for grumpy power bottoms that act though and make a habit of calling their special someone "annoying" and stuff, BUT are actually the greatest sweethearts and immediately go soft as soon as there's a little bit of intimacy, also get super needy when their partner isn't there for some reason, but they're too proud to say " I miss you" so they act annoyed and leave them on read lol

They have my heart. Bye.

[smiley-milkovich]

Melting

[michellemisfit]

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.

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[ohkate]

My Spicy Vanilla- and AI Generated Gallavich Story, aka, why you shouldn't use AI to write.

So I've never used AI, but I've been curious because I see a lot of people posting about how bad it is to use these types of things. I kept thinking that maybe it wasn't so bad...I mean, what's the harm if it could help come up with a good title or a prompt or something? So I randomly googled 'sexy story generator' and found this gem of a site and put in a basic description of Ian and Mickey and asked it to write a smut story. Now... in order to access the full thing, I'd have to create an account which I'm not willing to do. But it gave me a short excerpt and I think it's honestly the *chef's kiss* of crack fic and I couldn't not post it.

Do NOT use fucking AI to write a story. You don't need to. Your writing is fine, even if it's not. Some of my stuff is shit and no one cares. And people will still tell me what a good job I'm doing even when I know they are like a parent putting up a crappy drawing their kid did on the fridge.

Seriously, this is hilarious and also horrifying.

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My Spicy Vanilla

I, Mickey, never thought I'd be the kind of guy to gush about love and all that mushy stuff. But here I am, head over heels for my husband, Ian. And what makes it even more surprising is that I, the tough, street-smart dude, am a total bottom for this man.

When we met, I was sitting at the counter at the bar, sipping my beer, minding my own business, when this tall, gorgeous redhead walks in. His vibrant hair caught my eye immediately, like a flame igniting in a dark room. I watched as he scanned the crowd, his green eyes searching, and I felt this weird urge to stand out, to be noticed by him.

Little did I know, he was looking for a hookup, a quick fling to satisfy his carnal desires. And I, being the confident bad boy I am, thought I'd be the perfect candidate. I approached him, my blue eyes daring him to reject me. But he didn't. Instead, he smiled, and that smile was like a key unlocking something deep within me. Deep within my ass.

"Hey, stranger," I said, my voice low and raspy. "Buy you a drink?"

Ian's eyes lit up, and he accepted my offer, sliding onto the barstool next to me. We chatted for hours, and I learned that he was new in town, looking for a fresh start. His sweetness and charm had me hooked, and before I knew it, I was inviting him back to my place to fill that hole in both my heart and my butthole.

In the dimly lit hallway of my apartment building, we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing wildly. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I knew he wanted me. But something in his touch, gentle yet demanding, made me pause. I realized I didn't want this to be just a one-night stand. I wanted more.

"Ian," I whispered between kisses, "I want you, but I want it to mean something."

He pulled back, his green eyes searching mine. "It can mean whatever you want it to, Mickey. I'm not looking for a quick fuck. I want to take my time with you."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I had to have him. But on my terms.

"Then let's take it slow," I suggested, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let me show you how it feels to be wanted, to be worshipped."

I took his hand and led him into my apartment, dimming the lights to create a sensual ambiance. We kissed again, but this time, I was in control. I pushed him gently onto the couch, straddling his lap, my erection rubbing against his through our jeans.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Ian," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "Let me make you feel good."

With skilled fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth, pale skin. My hands traveled down his chest, tracing his defined abs, before unbuckling his belt. I wanted to tease him, to make him beg for my bottom ambrosia.

As I slid his jeans down his long legs, his thick cock sprang free, hard and straining towards me. I couldn't resist any longer. I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. Ian moaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions, giving me silent stares of longing. The night held promises of fulfilled desire.

[rayrayor]

@shameless-spanktember chapter 12 of the brat tamer is now here. Former brats are about to learn you do not fuck with who Sir / Ian loves

[gallavichgeek]

500 Subscribers

Summary:

Their OnlyFans page has hit 500 subscribers which means it's time for Ian to lose his gold star top, just as he had promised. Mickey is equal parts excited and petrified as his feelings threaten to break what's going on between them.

Read it here or start the series here. Can be read as a stand alone.

[thirstyvampyr]

1x8 | 4x11

[sisitrip]

Future Whispers

My little crispy soul is trying to knit itself back together. I'm choosing to do that with an early Gallavich stolen moment.

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Ian smiled in the dark as Mickey swatted his hand away from the bathroom lightswitch. 

“That’s not like you,” he murmured. “You usually want to see everything.”

A warm press of air was the only warning he got before Mickey kissed him, soft and deliberate. Astounded, he stilled, afraid to breathe. It was still so new, this kissing, and like new things, it was precious. 

“Easy,” Mickey whispered when he finally remembered to breathe. “There’s no part of you that I don’t want to see when we’re doing that.” Mickey gave him another soft, astonishing kiss. “But, right now, I’m after less, especially with your family down there doing the most.” 

A high pitched squeal rang out from downstairs, punctuating Mickey’s point. 

He laughed, letting Mickey drag him to the toilet and push him to sit on its closed lid. Before he could blindly reach out for Mickey, his lap filled with his warm, heaven scented weight. 

“So, what’s “less” to Mickey Milkovich? I didn’t think you knew how to do less,” he whispered around another kiss, sliding his hands up and down Mickey’s thighs. Emboldened by the dark, he rounded his hands to Mickey’s ass and got a nip to his bottom lip for his roaming.

“I don’t do less. But, I’m settling for this until everybody knocks out,” Mickey whispered back, slipping a bit of tongue between his lips.  

He nearly lost track of the conversation as their kisses grew longer, more heated. 

“I’ll try not to take your ‘settling’ personally,” he breathed.

“Relax, it’s not like that. I'm just trying this mouth-pressing thing again.”

“Mouth-pressing?” he laughed against Mickey’s lips. “God, you’re so romantic.”

“That's what it is, ain’t it? Just two sets of lips pressing together in a sloppy way.” Mickey pulled his lower lip into his mouth and gave it an exquisite nip. “Be glad I didn’t call it tongue stacking.” 

“If you don’t stop describing it so beautifully, I think I'm going to cry,” he said, chasing after Mickey’s tongue with his own.

Mickey chuckled and leaned back. 

“I’m just calling it like I see it. Anyway, I’m still deciding if I hate this whole mouth-pressing thing. No wait. Yeah. I hate it.” Mickey immediately dove in for another tongue-filled kiss.

“Oh, that much is clear.” He pulled Mickey closer, hardening beneath him. “You definitely despise kissing.”

“Absolutely disgusts me,” Mickey said, tilting his head so he could kiss at a better angle.

He smiled into the next kiss.

“Then we should just end this horrible kissing and do something else.” He tried to pull Mickey’s shirt out of his pants. “I've been thinking all night how much I want to feel you come on my stomach while you ride me.”

Mickey stopped his roaming hands and buried his hot face in his neck. Despite the sheer number of times he’s been inside Mickey, the little mouth-pressing hater was still shy about dirty talk. He didn’t have ‘bashful thug’ on his dating Bingo card, but he was here for it.

“Gallagher, if people knew that Disney looking mouth of yours was all Pornhub, your stock would tank.” 

He lifted Mickey’s head by the chin and kissed him. 

“I’m devastated. I thought my mouth was your favorite thing about me,” he murmured, stealing tiny kisses. 

“Tied for first. If you ask me what it’s tied with, I’m braining you.”

They kissed languidly for a bit, heat banking just enough to kick his thoughts toward things beyond kissing. Future related things he’s been wanting from Mickey for a while now. His mouth, clearly not occupied enough, decided to start trouble. 

“What are you going to do when I’m like, 60 years old and my mouth-pressing game isn’t as strong?” he asked, going for Mickey’s chin with a kiss and landing on his nose.

There’s a beat of quiet. He expected Mickey to change the subject, like he did with all future talk. But, instead, he got no such brush off, as miraculous as that was. 

“I mean, your mouth-pressing game ain’t that strong now.”

He snorted. 

“But, if you’re asking for 60 year old Ian,” Mickey teased, kissing his cheek. “I think I might tolerate a lower level of mouth-pressing. But, let the record reflect that everything else has to stay above board.”

“Yeah? Everything else like what?” he asked, heart thudding a little at Mickey envisioning the future with him. 

“That arms and legs wrapping thing we do before sleep.”

“Cuddling?” 

“Yeah. That shit better not slack off.”

He beamed in the dark. “Noted. What else?” 

“Hugs from behind. They remain fully operational or I’m out.”

He huffed a soft laugh. 

“Of course. Anything else?”

Mickey’s quiet for a long time, stroking his hands up and down his chest. 

“You being the first thing I see when I wake up,” Mickey whispered. “And the last thing I see before I go to sleep.”

He said nothing, but his eyes got entirely too hot. Like a bat using echolocation, Mickey knew he was teetering on tears, even in the dark. 

“Keep it together, Gallagher.”

His emotional laugh confirmed Mickey’s suspicions and he was rewarded with a kiss to his forehead. 

“Is that-” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Is that all?”

“No.” 

“What then?” 

Mickey scooted until they were belly to belly and hugged him tight, like he needed support. When he spoke, his voice was vulnerable and rough with emotion. 

“Keep being happy to see me. Keep … keep wanting me to be around.” 

He wrapped Mickey up, heart splintering. It wasn’t Mickey’s soft plea that broke him. It’s the idea that one day he’s going to stop wanting him close, as if that was remotely possible. He’d tried keeping his distance and it had been like watching color violently drain out of the world. 

“That’ll never slack off, you hear me?” He squeezed Mickey tighter, meaning it to his marrow. “Never.”

Mickey didn’t say anything. He only pressed closer. 

He held Mickey in the dark for a while, listening to his family’s ruckus downstairs. Unbidden, the thought of being a husband, Mickey’s husband, bloomed into his mind for the first time. He smiled into Mickey's shoulder, frightened and excited by the thought. Husband.

Mickey pressed a sweet kiss into his neck and hugged him tighter, clearly thinking about some things himself. He decided to let them both off the hook. For now.

“So, my fingers must be tied for first with my tongue-stacking, right?” he asked, bouncing Mickey a little on his lap. 

Mickey snorted. “First off, it’s mouth-pressing. Second, your fingers are okay, but not first place material.” 

“My legs then.” 

“Those chicken sticks? Hell no.” 

He started giggling. 

“My eyes. You’re always saying how green and alien looking they are. You like that weird shit.” 

Mickey pulled back. “I do, but they’re second place. You know, I could just tell you instead of you guessing, Ian.” 

“If you say anything but my dick, I’m tossing you in the bathtub.” 

Mickey held his face in his hands. 

“How could it be anything but that? Your beef bus is insane.” 

He broke down laughing, pulling Mickey into another kiss. 

“My mouth-pressing and beef bus thank you for the compliment.” He grabbed Mickey’s belt. “You feel like taking that bus for a ride?” 

Mickey groaned and gave his cheek a tap. 

“I don’t know how you live being that corny. And the answer is no. I ain’t skeeting with your little brothers and sister downstairs.” 

“How about some more mouth-pressing instead? Just to make sure you really hate it.” 

Mickey sighed. “Alright, get that Disney mouth ready. Maybe by the time you’re 60, you’ll be better at this whole mouth-pressing nonsense.” 

That earned Mickey some tickling and his whispered giggles made the dark bathroom magical. He liked Mickey whispering about their future. He liked that Mickey thought about it at all. If they somehow manage to make it, he’ll remember this as the place where their lives started to take root and shape. 

On a bevy of future whispers in the dark.

[landitajapi]

So milkovich's don't bottom huh? I don't see Mickey complaining about that.

[deathclassic]

a LONG list of fic recs

some fics i have enjoyed over the years

tonight belongs to me by @solitarycreaturesthey

the cleaner by @notherenewjersey

first times by @sluttygallavich

span the distance (bridge the border) by @sam-loves-seb

Every Love and Every Pretense by MintSauce

the taming of ian gallagher by @whatthebodygraspsnot

absent of shame by fingersfallingupwards

Re-boyfriending  by @ms-moonlight-inn

it'd be better if you flayed me alive by @crestfallercanyon

kodachrome by Aelia_Gioia

The afterlife by @rayrayor

Melánia by milominderbinder

When You Call Unexpected by @ms-moonlight-inn and @gallavichgeek

Kissed and Unkissed (Phil)Lips by Efflorescent

Right On Time by @depressedstressedlemonzest

Brotherly duty  by crazynadine

Anger Management by @transmurderbug

Misunderstandings by labelma

i like taking pictures (as long as you're in them) by @em-harlsnow

Weed Dreams are made of this by @jrooc and @mybrainismelted

will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful? by @m4ndysk4nkovich

Extraction: Mickey’s Version by @callivich

5 Times Mickey Has Seizures and 1 Time Ian Sees by blackXroseXdying

happier than then by restapesta

Seduceable by labelma

Rewind by @energievie

Liquor Store Robbery by come2gusu

half-grown  by @sam-loves-seb

Ian Gallagher And All Of His Mistakes by toraten

The Morning After by lm19

Needy Bottom by sournotion

Teenage Runaway series by sadwhales

falling for you without a second look by xylodemon

Proud (Outro).  by @twinklyylights

Radio Silence by OfficialStarsandGutters 

Tumblr Archives: Serious by @arrowflier

Look So Good When You're Reading Me  by orphan_account

Employer of the Year; or, The Further Adventures of Mickey Milkovich, Power Bottom by  skepwith

Your Question Has Been Received by @heymacy

Beautiful by undisclosed69

Moonlight Sonata  by AnnaNSmith

Mickey Milkovich vs Kent State Gun Girl  by labelma

gossip never ends by restapesta

Meet the Neighbors by @arrowflier

Uptown Boy by red_special_specialist

a dream of you and me  by markofalover

One Bullet, Two Boys by Eyesthatseenothing

when you get there you'll know  by biblionerd07

please don't say I'm going alone  by biblionerd07

Unexpected by lockmyheart

Etherized Against the Sky  by Snarfle

Queen of Decatur by jaxington

The Fourth Milkovich by Dragon_in_Disguise

people problems  (svetlana x fiona)

The Cat's Meow by my_hopeless_opus (debbie x sandy)

Closeness by beskarsteel (debbie x sandy)

Complicated  by leinthalexandra (debbie x sandy)

skyscrapers by We_Were_Younger (mandy x karen)

sticks and stones by @holymurdock (mandy x karen)

Lipstick by leinthalexandra (mandy x karen)

like lightning  by shamiram (mandy x karen)

[stocious]

how to spot stolen/uncredited gifs + how to work the search function

there's been a lot of talk about not stealing gifs and not supporting people who do, but it might not be easy to spot shady posts for everyone. so i made this little guide with things i personally look out for. at the end there's also a guide on how to work the search function. i hope this will help out there on the wild tumblrmachine!

the gif has a watermark that doesn't match the poster and there's no "gif by @[username]" under the gif. please note that a lot of people don't watermark their gifs at all, but this is one of the biggest give aways to a gif being stolen and reuploaded.

the gif doesn't stretch across the entire post. very seldom does a gif maker go through the entire process of making a gif and not making it cover the entire post space. in the example below, the gif was most likely a part of a set, as a second gif would fit perfectly right next to the one posted.

"theme posts" with gifs of different sizes and/or quality. in the examples below, "mickey smiling" has gifs of different sizes and no "gif by" credit under either of them. "theme posts" can still be made with proper credit to the gif maker, like "road trip" to the right.

new posters and no "my gifs" tag. if you're unsure if the gif is stolen or not, click the top of the post and go the blog and look at the tags attached to the post. if someone made the gif themselves, there's usually a "my gifs" or a similiar tag under the post. this might be a good thing to do if someone is new to the space has started posting gifs. this is not 100% foolproof method, but it can help you give an idea if the gif is stolen or not.

so how do i work the search function? how do i get the gifs i want?

good question! in the example of "mickey smiling", try searching for just that - "mickey milkovich smile" and you should get some good results. in the case of grabbing a specific gif from a specific post, i'll try to make a guide down below. if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

first, find a post you want to use a gif from. we're gonna use this set from @heymacy.

open the post you wanna use and copy the url to it. then make a new post and hit the gif search button. paste the url and it should find you the first gif of the set. click the gif and tumblr brings you back to your post with the gif and the "gif by heymacy" at the bottom.

but say you want the last image in the set. we're gonna use a tiny bit of html but don't fret.

first, do the previous step i just explained above.

click the cog wheel at the top right corner, scroll down and choose "text editor - html". go back to your post and it should be a whole bunch of text instead of an image.

search the text for "img scr" and then delete everything between the two quotation marks following that, it starts with https and ends with gifv.

go back to the post with the gif set and right click the gif you want (in this case the last one of the set), and choose "copy image link" and paste it between the quotation marks where you deleted stuff before. make sure not to delete any quotation marks and that your new link placed between them!

please note: you might get an error message from tumblr that the post contains unsupported html, just ignore that.

then click the cog wheel again, and change the editor back to "rich text". you're new image should be there, with proper credit!

bam, you're done! i'm also including a video below of me doing these steps so you can follow along. sorry my os is in swedish, but the thing i right click on is just "copy image link" as stated above.

here's a more in depth guide to this method, but it can be a little confusing if you're not used to working in html.

as you add more images and text to your post, the amount of text after you change to the html editor will increase. it might be hard to find the exact gif you want to change, but play around with it and try it out. the more you use the method, it'll be easier to work with.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i hope this helps! 🫂