#ian gallagher drabble

[ink-n-shadow]

ian and mickey - morning after their anniversary night? something sweet with ian being happy mickey organized something for him

Morning After | Gallavich

pairing: Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich

genre: mainly fluff (brief mentions of sex?)

warnings: slight mention of sexual themes but nothing explicit (unless you count some sappy love scene as a warning, then you've been warned)

word count: 456 (not proofread) 

note: i finally got to this </3 so sorry it too forever－but pls send more >:)

"Thought you forgot－you know, 'bout yesterday?"

'Course Ian did. Mickey knew that. Why else was he so bitchy during their entire work shift yesterday? Mickey was just waiting for him to admit it.

The two of them were coiled together on the brand new memory foam mattress that Ian had bought, a mattress which was haphazardly strewn onto the floor with creme-colored silk sheets stretched over the corners. By the streams of orange lighting pooling across their bare skin, it had to be the morning of March 22nd－the morning after their 3rd wedding anniversary.

It had been Mickey's plan to go all out on the wedding anniversary this time－the first wedding anniversary being spent at the Alibi and the second spent working overnight together on a security gig until 3 in the morning. This time－after they got off of their shift, of course－their anniversary involved some fancy restaurant that Ian had been eyeing ever since the couple moved into their new apartment, a bottle of (cheap) red wine, and breaking in the memory foam mattress with however many rounds of sex they had went through－Mickey had lost count.

Mickey hummed, using the arm that wasn't currently tucked under own his head to weave through Ian's hair. Ivory skin parted through red waves, the letters of Mickey's tattoos peeking out amongst fiery strands of hair. "Have I ever fucking forgot about our anniversary, Mr. Milkovich?"

When Ian failed to respond－instead just continuing to lazily trace patterns into Mickey's hipbone－Mickey huffed out a soft chuckle and a barely audible 'that's what I thought.'

It was quiet for a while after that, filled with stolen kisses and hands wandering across expanses of naked skin. Ian tore his lips from Mickey's long enough to nuzzle his forehead into his lover's cheek, eyes fluttering close. "You didn't have to do all that, y'know? That dinner date alone had to be－what, a hundred bucks?"

Mickey's scoff echoed throughout the still barren bedroom, his hand disappearing beneath Ian's chin to force him to lock eyes. "Shut up, alright?" His fingertips mapped their way back up Ian's cheekbones, ghosting down the slope of his nose before finding their way back to his chin. "I worked some overtime so I could afford it for you. 'Was just an extra weekend shift I took while you watched Franny for Deb."

It was Ian's turn to hum softly in response, eyes fluttering closed once again as Mickey's fingertips tickled along his skin. "M’lucky to have you, Mr. Gallagher. Y’know that?"

A smile stretched across Mickey's lips as Ian nuzzled further into his open palm. He couldn't help but cup the red head's face in the palms of his hands. "Uh huh, whatever. C'mere and kiss me some more, Red."

[svltzmans]

illicit affairs - f.g.

a/n: hi! here's a cute little blurb based on a request i got recently 😁 i'm kinda obsessed with this fiona x milkovich! reader concept

warnings: making out (i think that's it) (oh and also this is unedited) (but you probably knew that already lmao)

"mmmph, fiona," y/n slurs between kisses from her girlfriend. "you're so perfect."

fiona smiles against y/n's lips, not wasting any time pressing hers against them again.

fiona and y/n had decided to keep their relationship under wraps for a while, not wanting to create any commotion.

considering that fiona had never dated a woman before and that their brothers were dating, it would be quite a shock.

nonetheless, the chemistry between them was too strong, and became undeniable.

luckily, it had been possible for them to spend time together when the kids were at school or when fiona was able to sneak off.

fiona climbs on top of y/n, the kiss heating up by the second.

fiona and y/n are too captivated by each other for either of them to hear fiona's bedroom door opening.

"hey fiona, mickey and i are gonna go to- oh, what the fuck?"

it's ian, and he's standing in the doorway with his mouth agape.

behind him is mickey, y/n's younger brother, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

fiona practically leaps off y/n's lap, knowing they had been caught.

"i, um, ian, i thought you were out for the day?" fiona mutters, flustered by the situation.

"you guys don't knock around here?" y/n jests, trying to provide comic relief. fiona giggles, but ian and mickey are still frozen in shock.

"okay hold on a minute, you two are... fucking? or what?" mickey speaks, gesturing with his hands as he does.

"um, more than that," fiona responds first, noticing that y/n appears slightly unnerved by her brother's reaction.

ian and mickey look at each other, both cracking a smile.

"we both thought we were the gay siblings, jesus," ian laughs, the rest of the room following.

"no better connection than a gallagher and a milkovich, i guess," mickey adds, looking at ian. "right ian?" he says, giving his boyfriend a gentle smack on the ass.

"at least we got a room, unlike you two freaks," fiona quips.

"at least we told you we were dating," ian teases, hoping for a reaction from his sister.

he gets one, with fiona standing and starting to chase him.

left alone in the room, mickey and y/n look at each other for a few seconds.

"y/n?" mickey breaks the silence first.

"yeah?"

"if ian's sister..."

"fiona," y/n interrupts.

"yeah, fiona, whatever, if she hurts you..."

"you don't have to be so protective, mickey. she is to me what ian is to you. you know that."

mickey softens, swallowing the rest of his words.

"fine. just, lock the door if you ever have her over to our house, would you?"

[ohkate]

Mine

A great prompt from @jrooc for this week's @galladrabbles. Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 100

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"What-the-fuck, Mickey…"

Ian walked into the kitchen, hungover and groggy. Mickey smirked.

"That's what you get. I practically had to carry your drunk ass in."

Ian pulled up his t-shirt and pointed to the arrow pointing to his crotch with the word 'Mine' in thick black marker.

"It's permanent marker, Mickey! I need fucking paint thinner to get it off."

"Yeah, well…that bar-twink didn't seem to mind that you were married. Wanted to make sure my little Drunky Brewster knew he wasn't goin' home with anybody but me."

"Mickey!"

"Just be happy I didn't draw a dick on your face."

[spicycinnabun]

“Again with the moon? What’s wrong with it?”

“I just don’t like it!” Mickey said, waving his hands at the window where said moon glared at him from the sky. “It glows too much! Directly in my eyes! I can’t fuckin’ sleep!”

“Okay…” Ian replied slowly. Too slowly. Mickey wasn’t being dramatic and unreasonable. He wasn’t. “Let’s switch places.”

Mickey sniffed, nose twitching. “Why would we fuckin’ do that?”

These were their unspoken spots on the bed. Mickey was always near the window, and Ian was near the door.

“Just do it, Mick. And scoot your pillow down a little. Trust me.”

They swapped spots. Mickey’s head hit the pillow further down the bed, and Ian turned on his side. His chest and shoulder obstructed the window from Mickey’s view.

“Oh,” he said quietly. And then, even more quietly, “Thanks.”

Ian rested his hand atop Mickey’s stomach, rubbing it and smiling softly. “We’ll shop for blinds tomorrow.”

[heymrspatel]

bartender ian seeing mickey walk in through the doors of The Rosewood Brewhouse

🍺🌷more florist mickey and bartender ian!🌷🍺 more flowers and brews drabbles here! @deedala's companion florist mickey art here! 💙✨

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: forgiveness

After a long and painful hiatus, I'm (kinda) back with a wholly irreverent @galladrabbles based on the prompt "forgiveness" from @michellemisfit. I'm really rusty. Sorry.

cw: smut and religion?

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Mickey’s never given much thought to God or any of that shit, but with his head tipped back against a pew and an unobstructed view of the half naked dude on the cross, he wonders, idly, if this is the sort of thing one asks forgiveness for. 

The suction around his cock gets more intense, and he drops his gaze to watch soft pink lips sucking him down.

He groans, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Suddenly those heavenly lips are pulling off and quirking into a devilish grin.

“Just ‘Ian’ is fine.”

Mickey snorts loudly and comes hard into his boyfriend’s fist.

[ryantryinx]

Its rare when it happens but even Mickey gets in a funk. Nothing has went well for him today. From missing his alarm clock while Ian was showering from his morning run. Spilling hot coffee in his lap while driving the rig. Smashing his finger in a box he was loading up for a client. Being alone for the second half of the day while Ian did a family errand for the Gallaghers.

When he finally gets home and kicks off his boots he is defeated and the solum look of his face says it all as he flops on the couch. Ian having been home for the last hour before him had managed to fix dinner for the two of them. Walking around the couch with an old style in his hand he hands the cold can to his husband. “ Long day? “ the redhead asks softly seeing the change in the others face. Instead of saying anything he takes the can, setting it on the table in front of him before pulling Ian to sit on the couch. Laying his upper body across the longer mans legs before his blue eyes glued to the tv.

[secret-gallavich]

Thank you @callivich for this weeks @galladrabbles coincidently picking a prompt by a band that has been in my rotations lately and based on an irl conversation I’ve had.

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Prompt: Blur

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Blur is playing from Mickey’s shitty speakers as they make out lazily on the bed. Ian had initiated it with a sweet peck but Mickey wanted more. He always wanted more when it came to Ian.

The next song on the album plays as Mickey swings a leg over Ian’s hips, breathlessly singing along when they’re lips aren’t attached.

It’s fun but Ian thinks otherwise.

‘Why do you even like this band’ Ian mumbles as he pulls away.

Mickey furrows his eyebrows and glances over at Ians discarded ‘Gorillaz’ tee.

‘It’s the same singer as your shirt, fuckwit’

‘Wait, what?’

[lupeloto]

galladrabbles “bones”

yay to @heymacy for this week’s prompt “bones” for @galladrabbles !!

mickey yawns, rolling over to ian with his face shoved in his phone.

“lookin at houses again?”

ian tongue pierces through his cheek, flipping the phone around “what about this one? pretty cheap, looks like it’s got good bones.”

“‘good bones’? man you are so not allowed to watch anymore of that construction-whatever-the-fuck channel.”

ian grins, grabbing mickey and tackling him flat on the mattress, “it’s hgtv,” he whispers, “and you love it too.”

“bullshit,” mickey scoffs, scanning ian’s bare chest, “speaking of bones…you gonna jump mine or what, gallagher?”

the sun peeks through the curtain as their lips meet through soft giggles and stolen glances.

[thereyoflights]

Bareback, a Gallavich drabble for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt by @ohkate — Bareback. It’s been a while since I wrote a drabble for these two, and I’m glad to finally be back!

Rated E, 100 words, 1/1 complete

CW: anal sex, barebacking, unsafe sex, creampie, possessiveness

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Ian loves barebacking with Mickey.

It isn’t just how overwhelmingly hot and tight Mickey feels when Ian slides into him that he wonders why they ever bothered with condoms. Or that he knows Mickey can feel the difference, too, with the way his back arches, fucking himself on Ian’s cock, moaning like a goddamned virgin. Or, even, how quickly it pulls an orgasm from them both.

No, it’s that Ian knows Mickey’s gonna walk all over Chicago with his spend leaking out of him for hours to come, marking him wholly his.

And, well, Ian loves that more than anything.

[ohnoitsthebat]

Written for this week's @galladrabbles theme: CUDDLES. Thanks to @flamingbluepanda for the awesome prompt!

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“What the fuck are you lookin’ at?” Mickey snapped, giving Ian a nasty, sideways look. 

“I, uh.” Ian cleared his throat, tried again. “Um, I, uh…”

“Spit it the fuck out already, Gallagher. Jesus Christ.”

“Would you….” Ian’s face burned and he dropped his gaze. Even though he and Mickey had just finished making love, he wanted something else.

But he was afraid to ask for it. Mostly because he figured Mickey would tear him to shreds for even thinking about it.

“What? Would I what?” Now Mickey sounded frustrated.

“Wanna cuddle?”

A long pause, then,

“Get over here, Red.”

[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Kindred Spirits 🥂

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ᴡɪʟᴅ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢsᴛ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴇᴇᴋs, ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴᴇss, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʀɴ…ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ😉 @galladrabbles @michellemisfit

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

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Absolute euphoria. That’s what Mickey felt. Ian thrusted into him over and over again. A huge freckled hand wrapped around his throat and Ian pressed their mouths together.

Mickey quite literally couldn’t think about anything except how good it felt to be under Ian again. How much he had…fuck, how much he had missed him.

Ian fucked him harder, faster, caressing the top of his so it didn’t slam into the car door. Mickey reached for him, needing to touch him, dragging his nails down sweaty skin.

“You forgive me, Mick?” Ian breathed against his lips. “I tried to stay away, baby.”

[svltzmans]

fiona gallagher nsfw headcanons

warnings: smut 18+ (duh), fiona is kinda kinky lowkey, but it makes sense, just stick with me, this is unedited it's just a compilation of my fiona thoughts, i hope y'all don't mind lmao

fiona is possessive in the bedroom, and she shows it in a lot of different ways

she loves to be dominant with you, and she knows you love it just as much

she would be straddling you, leaning down to kiss you

and she'd pull out a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table

"fi, what are you doing?"

"shh, just gotta make sure you behave, yeah?"

something about seeing you restrained is a huge turn on for fiona

and she loves to tease, especially when she knows you can't do anything about it

she would cuff you to the bed, making sure the key was far out of your reach

and she'd start stripping, just far enough away that you can do nothing but watch

you'd start squirming, trying to find any way out

"the longer you can stay still, the sooner you can touch me"

fiona loves hearing you beg

anything she can do to elicit a beg from you, she will

she'd even go as far as to start touching herself in front of you

not stopping until you convince her to let you do it yourself

and she'd be sure to show how good she's feeling

"'s a shame y-you can't do this for me baby... would feel even better"

she'd tantalize you this way until she was satisfied with your begging

"god, fiona, just please let me touch, wanna touch"

when fiona finally retrieves the key, you practically pounce on her

and she's still cocky, being all like

"gonna use that mouth for something else other than begging now, pretty?"

but she's never quite ready for what exactly you're going to do with your mouth

but she never complains

in fact, she loves the feeling she gets after she's had too many orgasms to think straight

with you between her legs for hours, never letting up

"m'gonna cum again sweetheart, keep doing that"

"can't do anymore y/n, can't, oh god"

as much as fiona likes dominating you, she also loves relinquishing control

you easily make a mess of her, and she loves it

especially when she's about to hit her third or fourth orgasm

and you pull away completely, looking up at her with doe eyes

"no god y/n, don't, was so close," is all she can manage

"thought it was getting too much, baby?" you'd respond, running a finger up and down her sensitive pussy

"more," she'd insist, writhing under your touch

there's a lot of role reversal in your sex life with fiona

and it's endlessly exciting for both of you

fiona would absolutely be up for trying new things, she considers herself pretty sexually experimental

toys? she's all for it. new kink? she'll try anything once (and usually will like it)

the only thing she probably wouldn't try is threesomes or sex with multiple people in general

(again, possessive)

she usually lets you take the lead as far as new things to try

but she definitely has fantasies of her own that she brings to the table

she would absolutely want you to take her with a strap, i don't make the rules though

she also likes the thought of mutual masturbation

like watching you get yourself off?

she's obsessed

she definitely has blurted out "sit on my face" during a makeout session before

and you were like ???

but lord knows you took the opportunity lmao

[sleepingkings22]

Pyrrhic: A victory won at too great a cost to celebrate. -

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In all the years he had known the Gallaghers, Mickey could only think of a few instances where everyone was quiet.

The ride to the ward was solemn. He was positioned in the backseat, his forehead pressed against cold glass, Ian resting on his shoulder. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, threatening freedom– but Milkovich’s never cry. They didn’t suck dick either, but here he was, proving that wrong. He stared at Ian’s face, peaceful for once, and frowned. Mickey had been wrong. 

“You tried your best; he’s finally getting help,” Lip assured, strangely soft.

Mickey shut his eyes.

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It's @galladrabbles time!! Lovely prompt

[ian-galagher]

Three fucking weeks.

Three weeks of being lost in the thicket. Three weeks of thorns in his skin and mud soaked clothes. Three weeks of lights in the corner of his eye that always vanished without a trace when he so much as turned his head.

Twenty-one days of thinking he was going fucking insane.

A frustrated growl slipped through Mickey's lips.

Enough was enough.

"Where are y- … fuck, man, I don't even know your stupid name."

He barely had any time to register the gentle breath ghosting over the shell of his ear.

"That's because you never asked."

--- and if you wind up in the dark again (just turn and call my name)

story by Nosho @creepkinginc

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[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabbles - Do you wanna dance?

This week's @galladrabbles is the penultimate part of my drabble series. You can read all parts of it: HERE

It's inspired by @rayrayor's prompt - the song "Do you wanna dance?" by The Beach Boys.

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“Are you crying?” Ian nudges Mickey’s arm.

“No! Fuck off!” Mickey huffed, blinking suspiciously quickly.

“It’s okay.” Ian replies. He feels all giddy and bubbly inside, can’t sit still anymore. “We really did it!” He laughs and pulls Mickey with him. 

The screen behind him’s black. Credits are rolling.

Mickey’s in his arms. He feels wonderful. They sway slowly. 

“Mick…”

“You finally gonna kiss me now, or what?,” is whispered against his neck.

Ian grins. His lips find Mickey’s. Slow. Gentle. For now…

Mickey sighs. He sounds gorgeous. His wicked tongue meets Ian’s. 

"Fuck, yes...!"

Ian just holds him tighter.