#MICKEY CALLED IAN DADDY

[gallavich-headcanon]

I’m back with more brain rot but I was thinking about GallavichDads today and while I could basically write a fic about Yev coming back into their lives, I also love the comedic potential of them winding up with a BUNCH of kids in true Shameless fashion like imagine-

Ian goes on a trip somewhere without Mickey (visiting Fiona? Helping Lip move? Going to pick Debbie and Franny up in Texas? Who knows) and while he’s gone suddenly word’s gotten around to the rest of the Milkoviches that Mickey and his husband are looking for a kid (I’m gonna either say Sandy does it or Mickey’s relative that’s platonically married to another dude bc I need to see Ian’s face when Mickey explains why Terry was ok with that but not them, the scrunch would be in full force) ANYWAYS

Ian gets back and Mick meets him at the door with a squealing baby, just shoves it in his arms because there’s a toddler trying to climb the counter and a couple of five year olds running laps around the tv and Mickey stomps off “to take a piss in peace for five fucking minutes!” bc suddenly every neglected Milkovich has been left on their doorstep and Mickey’s been dealing with it for two days straight. Who’s are they? Colin’s maybe, and Tony’s, and the little one looks like Joey but whoever left it just knocked on the door and ran “like a fucking coward!”

((Does this tie-in with them running the Alibi? Maybe! Do they wind up buying the Gallaghers house from Lip since they can’t have four kids under age six in a one bedroom apartment? Also maybe!)

I just love the idea of them going from ‘maybe one baby’ to ‘the goddamn Brady bunch’ in zero seconds, purely for the comedy. 🦖

How did I miss this in my inbox? I am so sorry 🦖 anon!!

Wait why do I love this??? (I'm not so secretly not a galladads truther) but I find it so them to just take in people that would otherwise have to grow up with Mickey's crazy family. Kinda giving Mandy saving Molly vibes.

suddenly every neglected Milkovich has been left on their doorstep and Mickey’s been dealing with it for two days straight.-> hahah That's the one thing I would object to- Ian and Mickey no speaking for two days??? with their co-dependency? I don't buy it. Unless Ian was in a coma, he will find a way to talk to his husband hahah

Them moving back to the Gallagher house (hopefully after Lip renovated it) is so sweet! Maybe they turned the basement to their bedroom? to get a bigger room with privacy from the kids...

How is Yevgeny fitting in all of this? Is he also under the gallagher-milkovich house of kids? Is he helping them take care of the kids? Do Yevgeny and Liam become friends (they should be around the same age, right? or like 2 years apart?)

One baby maybe to full on daycare is so funny~

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Mickey didn't usually take the kid grocery shopping but this Saturday, Lana plainly told him that she was busy so he'd have to watch over him- which could've meant anything. He was fairly sure she'd said that so she could have some time to herself, and had problem with interrupting his time to himself.

Fuckin' fine.

So here they were, going through the aisles while Yev did his best to pull the cart, standing on his tiptoes to reach the handle.

"Daddy, can we get cookies?"

"Sure, whatever," Mickey answered distractedly. He was usually here alone, usually every weekend around the same time.

Yev cheered, tossing in the package of chocolate chip.

"Daddy," he said for the umpteenth time that morning, "what's banging mean?"

"What?" He turned to face his son.

"Aunt Mandy said you needed to bang people," Yev reminded him. Shit, he heard that.

Yeah, Mandy opened her big fucking mouth when she found out that he didn't have any weekend plans. Said he needed to get out there and bang somebody.

"Nothing, forget about it," Mickey wasn't about to explain any of this to a six year old. He tried to focus on the shelf in front of him but Yev was stubborn.

"But what does it mean?"

"Nothing," Mickey said, only for his arm to be tugged on relentlessly. "Yev, quit it!"

"I wanna knowww," Yev whined. "Please?"

What the fuck ever. "Fine, it means-" He thought about it real quick, "to hangout in a special way that only grown ups do. Got it?"

Yev looked thoughtful. "Oh."

"Yeah. Now let go and stand by the cart," Mickey ordered.

"Okay, Daddy!" Yev gave him a sweet smile, as if he hadn't just been a huge annoyance.

Mickey rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair. Fuckin' kids, man.

Thank God Yev wasn't prone to tantrums. He was going through the whole store bouncing and asking if they were going to get this or that and Mickey had to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him close.

"Ay, chill, little man. You want that pizza when we're done, right?"

Yev nodded eagerly.

"Then calm down and stay still," Mickey instructed.

"Okay!" Yev hugged him by the waist, refusing to let go so Mickey had to walk carefully.

"You're a little shithead, you know that?" He muttered.

"Just like Aunt Mandy is a bitch, right?" Yev chose that moment to increase his voice, so Mickey was pretty sure the people a couple of aisles over heard him. On this one, he received a few nasty looks which he ignored.

"Just keep moving," Mickey gave him a gentle push.

"But that's what you say," Yev said, confused. "Cuz Aunt Mandy calls you assface all the time."

"Jesus..." Mickey was ready for this shopping trip to be over already. Next time Lana was gonna take care of the kid. "Let's just go pay for this shit, alright?"

He ushered them over to the checkout area and if he deliberately chose the one with the fucking hot redhead, well it was his fucking business.

The one cashier, Ian, was possibly behind Mickey's reasoning for shopping on this specific day of the week at this specific time. he felt like a fucking teenage girl every time he came here, anticipating on seeing the guy and only talking for a couple minutes at most. But it was this interaction that, even though he hated to admit it, he looked forward to.

Mickey was putting their groceries on the conveyor belt, completely forgetting he had a six year old with him when his son marched up to the front after the customer in front of them went through.

"Hi!"

Mickey's head snapped up.

"Hello there, what's your name?" Ian asked kindly.

"Yevgeny. But my daddy calls Yev," his son said, then tapped his chin with his pointer finger. "He also calls me a shithead."

Ian snorted in surprise. Mickey's face was warming up.

"I didn't know you had a son," Ian said a he began scanning the items.

"Uh...yeah but I ain't together with his mom," Mickey said, trying to come off as nonchalant.

"That's cuz Daddy likes boys," Yev said promptly. "Do you like boys, Mister?"

Stop fucking talking, Mickey groaned internally. Fucking please.

He was about to tell Ian he didn't have to answer, and tell his own kid to shut the fuck up but Ian responded anyway with a big fucking smile.

"I do like boys," he spared Mickey a glance as he'd said it, filling him with fucking hope of all things.

Did this guy, the same guy that Mickey had been wondering about for weeks now - wondering because he didn't pine fuck you very much - just put himself out there that he was interested?

"You do?" Yev's face split into a wide grin. "Does that mean you'll bang my daddy?"

All at once, the time stopped, the earth stopped moving and Mickey thought he heard a faint gasp behind him. All the blood rushed to his face after that.

He wanted to die. Fucking die and let the ground swallow him whole. It would be infinitely better than this hell he'd found himself in.

Mickey didn't even want to know what Ian was thinking right now. He spared a glance at him, seein' his head ducked and shoulders shaking with laughter. "It ain't that fucking funny," he muttered.

Of course, Yev didn't get the fucking hint to shut up and just kept on blabbing. "Aunt Mandy says he needs to bang somebody cuz...cuz he needs to get out there!"

Jesus Christ, why didn't this kid ever shut up?

"Yev, go pick out some candy," Mickey said through grit teeth.

Yev beamed. "Okay!" He immediately went to pick out some candy bars, oblivious to the embarrassment he'd put his father through.

Mickey averted his eyes while waiting for Ian to finish scanning. "Uh, sorry about that, man."

"Don't worry about it," Ian's eyes sparkled with mirth. "He's a cute kid."

"Yeah, sure." He was a lot less cute in times like these. Or when he screamed bloody murder trying to get away from him when it was bath time.

He didn't know if he expected something else to happen or what, but nothing did. Mickey paid, pushed back his disappointment, then took all the groceries and Yev out to the parking lot to start loading up the car.

"You better stop repeating what your aunt says," Mickey scolded his son.

"Why?"

"Cuz-" The word died on his tongue when Ian came out of the store, still dressed in his uniform. He went right towards them, some longer pieces of hair bouncing in the slight breeze.

"Hi, Mister!" Yev exclaimed. "Are you gonna-" Mickey smoothly clasped a hand over his mouth.

"Whaddya need, man?"

"Your number."

Mickey was so surprised that he let go of Yev's mouth. "Yeah?" he said.

"I know you've wanted mine," Ian said, squinting against the sun that was over him. "Why else would you come in my checkout lane every Saturday?"

"Hey, man. Maybe you're just better at it than all those other morons," Mickey knew the guy was right, but he wasn't about to let him know that.

"It's not the only thing I'm better at," Ian winked. Mickey's eyebrows flew up.

And he may or may not have needed to adjust himself when the opportunity arose...

"What else are you better at?" Yev asked innocently.

"I'm really good at video games," Ian came up with a quick lie, giving him a warm smile.

"So is Daddy!"

"Maybe we can test that out sometime?" Ian handed him a torn off piece of a paper that had his number on it. He was already starting to walk away. "I'll see you later-?"

"Mickey," he said.

"I'll see you later Mickey," Ian said and then called, "and you too, Yev!"

"Bye!" Yev shouted. He looked up at Mickey. "Are you gonna bang him, Daddy?"

God, I hope so, Mickey thought.

[calummss]

gallavich as girl!dads headcanon

masterlist

making her lunchboxes for kindergarten/school. mickey disliked it at first and thought it was a waste of time but over time he started to pride himself on the food he makes and even decorates it

their daughter running into their arms after kindergarten (bawling)

when she’s sassy she calls them by their names: “mickey […]”, “excuse me?”, “you heard me”

he was gagged!!

ian teaching her how to swim in the pool

mickey telling her bedtime stories about him in prison and she is invested (he leaves out too gore-y stuff)

putting her drawings on the fridge even if they don’t know wtf she drew

mickey listens to a lot of eminem so by the time she’s 5/6 she starts rapping along with him (he gets emotional listening to mockingbird and needs looks at her face once the song ends)

both of them learn how to style her hair. ian’s go to are braids whilst mickey loves simple pigtails

“some kid at school told me i was weird for having two dads”

“who?”

“someone in my class”

“what did you do?”

“i punched them”

“thats my girl” *high fives her*

their daughter asking for the meaning of their tattoos which lead to some pretty awkward conversations

“why do you have boobs on your back?”

ian’s voice shaking: “because i- i…love women”

“but you’re married to daddy”

he was silenced.

mickey also swears that you can tell she’s being raised by gay dads; his proof is that she says “come on girls” when talking to them. mickey absolutely hates it and tries to stop her from saying it

i just know lip teases the shit out of them for it!! he is amused as hell

ian and mickey were honestly not ready to have such a diva in their house. they love it but at the same time it tests them on so many levels

they 100% get tattoos dedicated to her!!

dance parties!! i just know ian and mickey blast lady gaga, katy perry, eminem etc. and dance whilst cleaning or cooking, hyping up their little girl

their daughter crawling into their bed at night/in the morning and they wrap their arms around her, cuddling themselves back to sleep

when she starts asking about boobs, female body etc. they get overwhelmed and call debbie or sandy to deal with it

she thinks the world of her fathers and loves them so much

mickey felt disconnected from her for the first few months of her life as he was unsure how to love and take care of a baby but now he would die for her. he would kill for her. he would to anything to make sure she is happy and safe (he made a promise to himself to never be like terry)

no one knows how she did it but somehow she convinced ian and mickey to let her paint their nails

i have a nagging feeling that someone in the family (gallagher) calls her miss gallavich if she doesn’t answer to her name the first few times

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

#canon divergence where they get drunk as hell on hot toddies one night and keep calling each other papa bear and baby bear

.....can i have this? pretty please? how can i get this? what can i do?

one (1) beautiful kiss is my fee

it’s a dark and chilly night. spring is just around the corner, but before it comes, winter’s using its icy clutches to snatch them up one more time.

ian is grumbly (“we’re so close to tomatoes mick 😩 i can practically taste em”) but mickey sees it as an opportunity to trap his husband in for the night and get him good n liquored up.

they’ve been on a bit of a hot toddy kick for a lot of winter, claiming that it’s something they can be overly decadent about because what they’re spending on ingredients, they’re saving on their heating bills - their internal temps and shared body heat rendering their furnace unnecessary.

they’ve tried apple cider toddies, ginger, even a coffee recipe that left them both grimacing at each other after a single sip, never to drink again.

tonight it’s a tried and true favorite - bourbon, honey, a lil cinnamon stick that mickey always ends up puffing on like a cigar to make ian laugh. he’s returning with their third round (it’s very cold, okay?) and ian is a heavy-lidded, slightly swaying angel where he’s waiting for him on the couch, the blanket bunched over his lap.

“thank you, honey,” he grins, amused beyond belief with his own joke as he accepts the warm glass with both hands. it’s only interrupted when his sip leaves him sucking in quickly, cooling his mouth with a breath. “oo…that shit is too hot.”

mickey helps himself to the other end of the couch, “yeah alright, goldilocks,” remembering to at least blow on his first because this has to be their hundredth hot toddy of the season, and his husband is sometimes a simple man, bless his fucking heart.

and speaking of.

the sound of glass hitting their coffee table is mickey’s first warning of the approach. what comes next is the shifting of the couch cushions, ian helping himself to every inch of his personal space. “goldilocks, huh?” he murmurs through a drunken grin, lifting mickey’s glass now too and taking it away with great care. “think i’m more of a papa bear, no?”

mickey blinks. can’t help the smile that tugs at his own mouth. “no.”

but he’ll definitely take ian loving up on him, all that warm, spiced bourbon warming his belly. “mhm…”

“and who’s that make me, huh…?”

ian noses close, sharing his smile with him as their lips brush. “mm…baby bear, of course…”

mickey can taste the honey. the cinnamon. the deep, infectious desire to play as it radiates off his husband. “you callin’ me short?”

a beat… “no, baby…”

“think i’m more of a papa bear outta the two of us.”

ian’s big ol head lists back a little, his heavy-blink unconvinced. “no, baby…”

and really, how is that not an invitation to play?

“oh yeah,” mickey insists, using the space to flip the script and start crowding ian instead, pushing him back to the other end of the couch until he’s made himself sooo fucking comfortable in his lap. “you’re baby bear, on account-a how fuckin’ cute you are.”

ian looks up at him, trapped in now by mickey’s thighs squeezing him on both sides. “whole point of goldilocks is sizes, mick,” he slurs. like he’s really doin somethin with it. his big thesis statement. “papa bear’s biggest.” and of course those big ol arms wrap around mickey to prove it. “like me.”

mickey grins down at him from his seat in his lap. can’t deny that ian being so fucking huge is a very real turn on for him. but. “‘big’ don’t gotta mean size, ya know.”

“that right…?”

“uh uh,” mickey explains. and damn, fucking on the couch could be nice right now, huh? “‘big’… ‘papa bear’… s’all about power.”

ian blinks up at him. processes. and then slowly, his brows furrow in amusement. “mick…you want me to call you daddy, just fuckin’ say so.”

it’s got them both collapsing into a mess of drunken, breathy giggles, the wind whipping away outside as ian gains the upper hand and lowers mickey onto his back on the couch, following him down with a steamy “c’mere, baby bear.”

by the time they make it back to their drinks, they are no longer too hot.

[mickeym4ndy]

You have complete creative control over how Mickey’s storyline is handled (in a world where Noel doesn’t leave maybe?) What kind of storylines does he have and how does his relationship with Ian process? Go!

Anon this is literally THE BEST question ever thank u so much for asking!!

I’ve spoken about this before here, and here. What could’ve (& should’ve) been in season 6 and beyond with Mickey is my Roman Empire.

I’d obviously have him not go to prison, or he goes for a a couple months or so but in the end is found not guilty and released.

The main reason I would have LOVED if Mickey was in season 6 is actually Yevgeny (and Svetlana). The potential that storyline had! I would focus his season 6 arc on building a relationship with his son and how that helps him heal a bit from his childhood. That’s really where I think the writers were planning on going with his story.

I would say at the beginning, he’s still quite focused on Ian. But Ian is still pushing him away. Mickey is drinking a lot and drowning his sorrows and just in general feeling terrible. But eventually he pulls himself out of it. I think it’d be maybe Svetlana or Mandy who tells him to get his shit together. (Ian’s arc would remain largely the same but no Caleb bc fuck him).

I’d have Svetlana and Mickey still living together and him slowly warming more to Yevgeny and realizing how much he cares for him and loves him. It would have been SO good to see Mickey actively be a better father than Terry and how much that puts his own childhood into perspective for him.

He’d freak out and be hard on himself, often convincing himself that he’s a terrible dad and the kid is better off without him. But he’d be trying. One night Svetlana has to go out and he’s alone with Yevgeny and he has to bathe him and rock him to sleep and everything and Yevgeny is screaming and crying as toddlers do and Mickey is freaking out and trying not to lose it, but eventually he calms him down and rocks him to sleep and Mickey’s just like holy shit. He looks at his son and knows he’d do anything to keep him safe and it puts his own childhood into perspective bc he’s like how could anyone hurt this baby??? He’s breaking the cycle and trying not to repeat the sins of his father and we love that for him. He’s not perfect and he makes mistake but he’s trying!

Also I’m obsessed w what Mickeys reaction would be the first time Yev calls him Dada/Daddy. Maybe he’d be shocked at first and it’d freak him out and then he’d be like “yea kid, I’m your dad.”

He ends up spending a lot of time with Yevgeny and Svetlana and the three of them become a little dysfunctional family. Mickey and Svetlana hijinks PLEASE. Idek for sure what they’d be doing. But they’d spend a lot of time together, and really grow fond of each other. They become family. They still act like they hate each other, but they don’t. They’d become an accidental bestie/co parenting duo. At this point, Yev and Svet are kind of all Mickey has left, so he’d rely on them a lot. I can see him becoming really protective of them too. And family is important to Svet.

Also Mickey and Mandy get back in touch and she calls him after the dead guy incident for help and he brings Svetlana. Simply because I wanna see what Svetlana would do in that situation. Would be iconic. Also would keep Iggy and Colin in the show and have them hang out some bc they were funny and I miss them. Milkovich family bonding please!

I would like to see him still interact with the Gallagher’s - I’d definitely have him be the one to help out Carl with everything. Mickey would be the one to talk some sense into him and help him through it. I feel like he’d still sometimes talk to Debbie too. I would still have him & Ian not see much of each other, though. I think Ian avoiding him is quite in character for Ian.

One day he’s running a scam or dealing and almost gets caught and Svetlana is like “ok, we need real jobs.” And he goes out and gets a job as a bartender or bouncer somewhere.

When it comes to Ian, I think it’s better if they actually end up not seeing much of each other for a while. But Mickey hears that Ian is becoming an EMT and he’s really proud of him.

Eventually, they’d find their way back to each other. They start as friends and they both have to get passed everything that happened and Ian would have to get passed the “I’m not worthy of love” thing that he dealt with in season 10. One random way I can see it happening is that Ian hears that Yevgeny is in hospital (he’s fine, really high fever but he gets better) and is really worried so he goes to see him. Mickey is there worried out of his mind and they start talking and that’s the beginning of it.

I think Mickey’s priorities would shift and this would lead to a healthier dynamic between him and Ian. But I’ve gone into detail on that here so I won’t talk any more about it lol.

I haven’t thought all that much of what he’d do beyond season 6/7. I think in the following seasons he’d deal with balancing his family and his relationship with Ian. And also him dealing with more of his past trauma and everything (similar to what happened with Terry in season 10, and the PTSD he’d likely struggle with post canon). I’d love to see him talk to someone about it but I do feel like that’s something that he wouldn’t be ready for for years. I’d also like to see him become a tattoo artist or do any job he’d enjoy, but again that would probably be a future/later seasons storyline.

I feel like this isn’t great and I’ve worded it better other times lol. I probably have more but that’s what I’m saying for now! Might add to it if I get more ideas lol.

[palepinkgoat]

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

Mickey loves the feeling of being filled so much that he uses a plug keep Ian's come inside him now and then. He loves when Ian covers him up, holding him down, being rooted to the mattress if they fuck face to face. When Ian fucks him from behind he loves a hand in his hair, his head pushed down as Ian switches it up to hold him by the neck, whispering words that make Mickey's eyes roll back. He loves being submissive, but it's taken a long time to admit that that's what it's called.

Ian loves being in charge. He loves making Mickey wait. He likes edging Mickey and he loves wrapping his long hand around his neck. He likes holding Mickey's wrists and he likes to talk dirty while fucking him. He loves when Mickey refers to him as a Dom, because fuck does Ian get off on that. Dom top daddy, all the way.

Overall they just want things hardhardhard because they can't get enough of each other, and being rough makes them both feel alive in a way nothing else does. But then sometimes they start to slow down, and it's not rough anymore. Mickey likes being fucked slow, but still wants it hard and complete, and Ian always does what Mickey wants. Serves him. Mickey wouldn't let Ian fuck him slow for a long time. It made him nervous and restless. But now he loves it, loves the feeling of being cherished, loves Ian kissing him slowly as they fuck. It's a freedom he never felt before, and he's happy.

[mikhailosanlove]

Sugar

Gallavich Kinktober 2024 @gallavichthings

Situational Prompt:

34. Public

Dialogue Prompts:

28. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

33. “Suck on my fingers.”

25. “Look how good you take it”

Summary

Mickey and Ian met online and an arrangement of sorts has developed. Ian, who is rich, likes taking care of Mickey, buying him stuff and showing him off…..And Mickey, well Micky is very much OK with that. No other plot to speak of…...

AO3:

Sugar

Mickey wakes up alone, wrapped up in the soft and smooth sheets of Ian's huge bed.

Ian is the extremely hot, red headed adonis that Mickey has been seeing lately. His sugar daddy? Maybe. Mickey laughs to himself at the thought. Surely not? But Ian IS rich as fuck and he HAS really taken a shine to Mickey, might even be a little obsessed.

Mickey is fine with it. He’s making good bank hanging around with Ian.

Part of the deal seems to be that Ian literally puts large sums of money into Mickey's bank account. He “gifts" him money. Actual money. He also buys him lots of other gifts and gets him new clothes all the time (clothes that Mickey would never usually choose but he must admit, make him look pretty good), and lets him order all the room service he could ever want when they stay at hotels.

So yeah, whatever the deal is with Ian, it’s a good thing for Mickey.

Plus, Ian is hot as fuck. And he knows how to fuck. Jesus Christ, he knows how to fuck. He has a big fucking dick and he knows exactly what to do with it. Can make Mickey whine just thinking about that cock.

They met online a while back and had texted back and forth for nearly a month, flirting and swapping dirty pictures. Ian made it very clear, very early on that he was mesmerized by Mickey. That there was something about him that Ian just had to have. He started with the gifts soon after that and Mickey realised that Ian got a kick out of it. It turned Ian on to give stuff to Mickey. To reward him.

Ian started asking Mickey for more specific pictures, particular poses, certain props and stuff like that. Then he moved on to video requests. He would leave little requests for Mickey or little tasks that he wanted him to accomplish within the pictures and videos. Sometimes the requests were extremely fucking precise. Ian knew what he liked and he liked telling Mickey exactly what to do and how to do it and then he liked praising him afterwards. He liked telling Mickey he was a good boy and shit like that.

Mickey would have done it all for free to be honest. It wasn’t the kind of thing he thought he would have been into before - but with Ian he found it fucking hot. Mickey had found that he was really getting off on all the kinky shit that Ian wanted him to do. He liked pleasing Ian. He liked getting the praise. And the rewards weren't bad either...

So, by the time they finally met in person, the dynamic had been established and Mickey was fully on board with the little arrangement. And by the time he saw Ian up close and in person, (videos and pictures had nothing on the real thing) he was into the whole thing. Hook. Line. And sinker.

The first time they fucked was one of the most mind-blowing sexual encounters Mickey had ever experienced. Ian's deep voice telling him what to do, praising him when he complied and his hot, strong body moving Mickey wherever he wanted him. And that cock. Jesus that cock.

Anyway, from that point onwards Mickey was hooked and it continued like that. Ian called the shots. All the shots.

Ian liked Mickey to be available on demand. Sometimes Ian would text Mickey a time and place to meet, often with some instructions of what Mickey should wear or some other expectation he had. Other times a car would show up without warning and Mickey would be expected to go to Ian whenever he called for him.

Sometimes Ian would be in the car waiting for Mickey, ready to devour him as soon as he got in, totally indifferent to the presence of the driver or any other staff that might be there. Other times, Mickey would be picked up and there would be no sign of Ian for a while. Mickey would be brought somewhere, accompanied by some of Ian's staff while he waited, sometimes for hours, for Ian to be ready for him.

Mickey knew that Ian was very busy with his work. He didn't quite know exactly what Ian did or what kind of business he was involved in. Ian always gave vague answers to those types of questions. He would give out answers such as "imports/exports" or "investments". Whatever kind of business he was involved in, he was making a lot of money and he was very busy. Oh and another thing was very clear, Ian was definitely the boss.

Mickey rolled over in the expensive sheets and looked around the large room within the penthouse. Huge floor to ceiling windows displayed a stunning view over the Chicago skyline. Ian was so fucking loaded.

Mickey got up and went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and then he saw the note.

Morning baby.

You looked so good in bed, I didn't want to wake you.

Come to my office when you wake up,

I'm working but we can eat breakfast together.

Don't get dressed. Stay in your briefs. And wear the new robe.

xxx

Mmmm Mickey thought to himself, he was hungry and breakfast with Ian sounded good. He picked up the smooth, black, silk robe that Ian had given him the night before with his initials embroidered in gold, and slid it round his shoulders. It felt good. He felt good. He made his way to Ian’s office.

“Morning baby”, Ian called to Mickey from his huge dark oak desk as Mickey entered the office. Even from across the vast room, Mickey could make out Ian’s eyes turning dark at the sight of him, his mouth opening, his tongue wetting his lips. Their eyes locked and the electricity between them was palpable.

Mickey dropped his eyes after a beat and looked around the room, a little surprised to find it buzzing with activity. There were a few members of Ian’s staff around the big meeting table in the middle of the room, a few others hovering around Ian’s desk.

Ian’s staff were mostly all men, young men. Mickey recognised a few of them. One was the guy who always brought Mickey his fresh laundry, one was the one who cooked Ian’s food and designed his eating plan, and one was Ian’s assistant who often made Mickey’s travel arrangements or booked the hotels - he was now standing close to Ian, holding out a stack of documents for Ian to sign. Others were guys Mickey knew worked with Ian on business, whatever that involved.

“Morning” Mickey greeted nobody in particular and gave a little half wave around the room, receiving various nods in response. He suddenly felt very aware of himself and a little shy in his attire, pulling the robe tighter around his body. All the staff were in their normal day clothes, and here was Mickey, just in his underwear. Ian was already dressed in a fucking suit for Christ's sake.

“Come” Ian gestured for Mickey to come over to him and then patted his knee for him to sit on his lap and just like that Mickey forgot some of his self consciousness. Mickey licked his lips and smirked at Ian. Ian looked fucking hot in his stylish and expensive suit, looking all important and busy. He sat down on Ian's lap and snaked his arms around his neck.

“Hi” he said with another smile and planted a kiss on Ian's lips as he felt Ian’s big arms around his waist. Mickey knew that Ian liked this kind of thing. Mickey sitting on his lap and stuff like that and Mickey played up to it.

“You sleep ok?” Ian asked as he brushed some of Mickey's fly away hair from his forehead.

“Like a baby”

“I'm happy,” Ian grinned, “I like seeing you satisfied ”

With his eyes firmly on Mickey and never leaving, Ian picked up his near empty coffee cup from his desk and held it out while a staff member rushed over to refill it.

“And for you, Mr Milkovich?” The staff member looked at Mickey.

“Yes,” Ian answered for him, his eyes still stalking Mickey, “Mr Milkovich will have a black coffee with two sugars. But make it iced. It's hot today.”

Mmm OK. Iced coffee did sound pretty good right now. It was pretty hot.

Mickey fidgeted around on Ian's lap. Sure it was OK doing this for foreplay or whatever, but it wasn't exactly the most comfortable position.

“And to eat Mr Gallagher?”

Ian continued to stare hungrily at Mickey, never moving his eyes as he spoke to his staff, "Emmmm we will have pancakes I think. Mickey here likes pancakes. So bring a lot. And get the syrup. A lot of syrup. Anything else you fancy Mikhailo?"

Mikhailo? That was new.

"Sausage '' Mickey said suggestively as he stroked the back of Ian's neck and wriggled his eyebrows, already looking forward to finishing up this breakfast and getting Ian back to the privacy of the bedroom. Hopefully Ian would be able to get away from his work for a bit.

“Bring sausage” Ian called to his staff as he placed his hand on Mickey's bare thigh under the robe and rubbed softly up and down. “A lot of sausage”

Ian removed his hand from Mickey's thigh momentarily and reached for his coffee cup and took a sip. The coffee smelt good and Mickey wanted some too, didn't want to wait for the iced one Ian had coming for him. He playfully went to take Ian's cup from his hand and tried to take a drink.

"Ah ah" Ian said, waving his finger back and forth, "Not yet."

Hmmm. Ok then. Ian must have something in mind.

"I had a lot of fun last night." Ian said after setting his coffee back down on the table to a slightly perplexed and curious Mickey.

"I loved seeing the way you were so uninhibited" Ian's voice was low and it was stirring memories for Mickey of the night before, being held down by Ian. He felt his cock twitch ever so slightly and his legs fell open a little wider on Ians lap.

Ian placed his hand back on Mickey's thigh and they both watched as it traveled higher and higher up, caressing from outer to inner thigh and allowing the robe to fall to the sides exposing Mickey's thick milky white thighs.

Mickey caught his bottom lip in his teeth as Ian began pushing the legs of his boxers right up so that they were bunched up to the curve where his thighs met his ass cheeks and his thighs were fully on show. Mickey's cock was starting to get hard.

With one hand still caressing Mickey’s upper thighs, Ian curved his other hand around Mickey's waist and slipped it through the opening of the silk robe until it landed firmly on his hip, roaming up to his stomach and back down to his thighs.

Ian was caressing Mickey with such intent, all the time staring at him like he was his prey. His prize. Mickey could feel Ians cock hardening under his suit pants, firm against his ass and couldn't help but develop his own hard on at Ian’s touch. He was powerless around Ian. His touch was so powerful that every time Mickey felt it, he melted. Ian was so fucking hot and Mickey just could not get over being looked at and touched up in this way. The electricity he felt at Ians touch was scorching.

Ian's two hands continued to roam Mickey's body excessively. Over this stomach, his hips, his sides, back down to his thighs. Meanwhile Mickey melted further into Ian, leaning back into his chest while his breath got heavier.

Mickey looked down and watched as Ian’s two hands met over Mickey’s waist and slowly untied the belt of his silky black robe, letting it fall open completely exposing Mickey's body and his erection filled boxer briefs.

Mickey's initial instinct was to grab some of the robe to re-cover himself while looking around the room, remembering his surroundings and slightly snapping out of whatever trance he was quickly falling into with Ians touch. But Ian’s firm hands batted him away and allowed the robe to fall wide open so his hands could continue their exploration of the expanse of his body. His hands traveled further up to his chest and his neck, getting firmer as they went, grabbing whatever part of Mickey’s body they could.

Ian’s hands came back down to Mickey's pecks, where they began to grab and squeeze and pull at the skin. Ians fingers started to pinch his nipples, rubbing and rolling them, sending shivers over Mickey's body. His breath hitched further and he turned to see the smirk on Ians face.

Right then, the staff member/waiter approached Ian’s desk and came around to Ian’s chair where Mickey was splayed over his lap. A large glass full of ice and sweet coffee on a tray. Mickey was immediately embarrassed, his fucking boner was clearly visible through his boxers, his legs wide open and he was half naked for fucks sake with Ian groping his tits and pulling at his nipples.

Mickey moveed to straighten himself up on instinct but Ians firm arms locked him in place. And Ian didn’t falter, didn't move his hands from where they were, grabbing at Mickey's tits, nipples between his fingers. Instead, he looked directly up at the staff member, tells him to put the coffee on the desk and said thank you, while pinching Mickey's nipples even harder. More shocks and shivers radiate through Mickey's body and a little whine escapes his mouth. Jesus.

The waiter glanced down at Mickey, his eyes travelling up and down his exposed body before he nodded and walked away. Fuck. Ian didn’t seem to care who was looking at them, seemed to be getting a kick out of showing Mickey off, and making his staff embarrassed. Mickey looked around the room to the other staff who seemed to be mostly continuing on with their work, looking at their phones or laptops, seemingly used to looking the other way while Ian indulged himself.

Mickey decided he needs a drink of the coffee and reaches over to grab it but instead, Ian takes the glass and holds the straw up to Mickey's mouth for him to drink. The ice cold sweet coffee is refreshing and Mickey takes a gulp before smiling at Ian and turning his head to meet his lips. Ians tongue immediately licks inside Mickey's mouth and they kiss, sharing the cool sensation and tasting the coffee. As Ian continues to lick and suck at Mickey's mouth, he dips his fingers into the glass and pulls out an ice cube.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.” Ian says as he breaks the kiss. Mickey does what hes told and opens his mouth, his head rolling back on Ians shoulder and his eye lids hooded. Ians two fingers with the ice cube between them, slowly enter Mickey's mouth and push the ice cube around. “Suck on my fingers.” Ian commands as he pushes his fingers right to the back of Mickey's icy wet mouth. In and out, in and out as Mickey sucks.

Ian suddenly and a bit roughly pulls his fingers from Mickey's mouth and goes back to the glass of coffee for another one. This time, he brings it straight to Mickey's left nipple, lets the ice circle it and smirks as the nipple immediately stands erect and another shiver passes through Mickey's body. The ice cube travels over the right nipple circling there before tracing down Mickey's chest.

Mickey looks down at his own body, watches Ian’s hand move the ice, sees the glistening wet trail it's leaving behind, sees the sharp rise and fall of his chest and looks down to a wet patch of a different kind on his boxers. His dick is throbbing under his boxers. He thinks about covering himself again, but he's too far into this trance with Ian and he's powerless now, along for the ride. Ian will do what he wants with Mickey's body.

The second ice cube has almost melted and Ian leaves it to slide down Mickey's body as his fingers go back to the coffee glass for another. “We're gonna need another iced coffee” Ian says loudly to nobody in particular, without looking up. Mickey is aware of some movement among the staff in the room, moving to meet the demand.

Ian’s hands go straight to Mickey's crotch now. One hand pushing his legs open even further and the other bringing the ice to circle the tip of Mickey's leaking dick through his boxers, causing the existing wet patch there to expand. Holy fuck. Mickey's dick feels like it's going to explode. He involuntarily humps upwards chasing Ians touch, forgetting everything, craving, needing Ians touch.

Ian’s other hand starts to move lower, comes under Mickey's leg. Starts to peel back his boxers slightly. Under his ass. Mickey's hips move, start to circle, gently grinding down on Ian’s huge cock. The ice cube is now being trailed up and down Mickeys hard shaft by Ian’s right hand and he can feel the fingers of Ians left hand under his ass, creeping in through the peeled back boxers. Before he knows it, there's a finger there circling the rim of his asshole. Jesus fucking christ. Mickey is panting heavily now. His limbs are loose and he's practically sprawled over Ian, Ians strong arms still holding him in place. He feels Ian’s breath on his neck, a strong tongue licking up the column of his throat.

Suddenly Ian's right hand has passed the piece of ice to his left hand under his ass and now the ice cube is at the rim of his hole, circling there, through the pulled aside boxers while Ian sucks on his neck. Mickey barely registers the additional figure above them now, standing there with the second glass of iced coffee. It's hard for mIckey to focus on anything other than the sensations on his body, the ice at his asshole, the sucking on his neck, the tingling parts of his exposed body where the air is meeting the cool trail left by the ice, his nipples still hard and pointy.

“On the desk” Ian has pulled his mouth off Mickey's neck to give the order to his staff on where to put the coffee. As the waiter leans in to put the glass in front of Mickey, Ian pulls the boxers over to the side even more, exposing Mickey's hole and pushes the ice cube inside him. A full groan leaves Mickey's mouth as Ians fingers continue to push.

Mickey cant control his hips anymore. He's bucking up in the air and pushing back on Ians fingers, can hardly bear the feeling of the ice inside him and wants more at the same time. Next thing, Mickey hears a low growl from Ian and before he knows it Ians hands are pulling at his boxers, peeling them down his legs. Ian isn't actually going to take off Mickey's boxers right here in this office in front of these staff members is he?

“Off” Ian demands. OK, he is. This is happening. Ian maneuvers Mickey's body until the boxers are down at his feet and now Ian is reaching for his desk drawer and grabbing a bottle of lube and coating his fingers. He is back at the asshole, one finger inside touching the piece of ice in there, moving it around. Suddenly Ian pulls at Mickey's legs, pulls them up so his knees bend and his feet land on Ians thighs. He reclines further on the chair and moves his hand under Mickey's ass to pull his cheeks apart.

Mickey is absolutely fully exposed now. Everyone in the room is aware of what they are doing. And anyone who wanted to could see directly into Mickey's ass hole. Mickey doesn't bother to check who is watching. It half excites him, half terrifies him but he is in this deep already and now all he can think about is the electrifying feeling of Ian’s hands on him and the fingers pushing further into his hole.

Ians other hand moves back to his dick, holding the shaft firmly and stroking up and down, thumbing the slit. Mickey is panting loudly, his eyes rolling in his head and his hips moving around wildly. He can't believe this is happening.

“Look how good you take it” Ian whispers in Mickey's ear. “I'm proud of you”

Ians fingers in his ass are starting to pump faster and faster now, Mickey doesnt know how many are in there.

“OK enough. I need fuck you.”

Before he knows it, Mickys feet are back on the ground and he is being pushed forward, bent over Ians desk, strong hands holding him down.

He loves the feeling of the cool glass surface of the desk on his red hot cheek but the fingers are gone from his ass. Mickey is wild with want now, and needs something back in there.

He hears Ian’s zipper come down and feels the robe being shoved up over his ass and his ass cheeks being spread apart. Ok, he is about to get fucked right here in front of an audience. He briefly considers looking up, seeing exactly who is watching but then he feels Ian’s cock at his hole and he braces himself for what he wants.

Ian pushes in and Mickey is in heaven, its stretches and burns so fucking good and he is so turned on right now and so fucking full.

Ian starts to pound relentlessly. Working himself up to an almost frenzie.“So fucking good Mickey” his voice is fucking animalistic and he continues to talk as he fucks into him harder and deeper and faster. “I like fucking you whenever I want” “I like fucking your ass right here with my staff watching” “Everybody saw that amazing ass, saw how much you liked me fingering that asshole” “You look so good getting fucked here on my work desk.” “You look so good getting fucked while people are watching”, “So fucking good Mickey.”

Mickey cant hold on when he hears Ian talk like that as hes fucking him so good and so hard. He feels Ian’s hand back on his dick and almost immediately knows he's going to blow his load. Ian knows it too. He moves his other hand to grab at Mickey’s neck now, grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him up to a standing position, his left arm on his chest holding him up, his right arm pumping his dick furiously, holding him up on display as he pounds him from behind.

Mickey's whole body goes into spasm as he blows his load, feels like lightning shooting from his core as white streaks shoot out of his dick and spray across the desk in front of him. He tries to open his eyes but there is nothing but white, blurred vision. Ian thrusts hard one last time and grunts as he comes deep in Mickey's ass as Mickey just pants, floats, swims, sways, breathes.

A few minutes pass and Mickey is not sure what's happening in those moments. He feels Ian pulling out of his ass. Feels his come dripping out of his hole. Feels something wet and warm cleaning him. And then he's sitting on Ians office chair and Ian is pulling his boxers back up and wrapping him back up in his robe.

“I think we are ready for our pancakes now” Ian is calling to his staff. “And can someone come to clean this desk please?”

Ian bends down and gives Mickey a wet kiss, sucks his bottom lip a little and strokes his cheek. “You are fucking amazing Mickey”.

Mickey then looks around the room, properly looks. The staff are all returning to their tasks as if nothing ever happened. Ian hands Mickey his coffee with a smile and Mickey gulps it down. Gets his breath back. Thinks he's going to enjoy these pancakes now. He can hardly believe that just happened. But Jesus fuck it was hot.

[catgrassplantdad]

Feels Like a Dream

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.

My final offering for @gallavichthings Kinktober 2023 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 Rating: Explicit

“Do you remember what I want you to call me when you wear this?” he asks.

Of course Mickey remembers. It’s one of his favorite parts.

[wh0lemilk0vich]

what if… what if mickey accidentally gaining weight made him subconsciously let go of so many internalized hangups around toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia? like he just gets comfortable and he lives with only ian, who loves on him and worships him—and there’s no judgy gallaghers (lip) throwing jabs around. so he eats. he gets seconds and thirds of the dinner he and ian (mostly ian) made together, blushing just a tad at the warm, knowing, smile ian gives him. Mickey throws his favorite frozen nuggies and boxed mac’n’cheese mixes alongside all the organic bullshit ian has loaded the cart with. He licks the melted chocolate off his fingers that comes from the warm snickers ian keeps loaded in the glovebox for mickey to snack on during runs. and mickey gets sooo soft!!! he fills out in the most feminine fucking ways—hips, ass, low belly, thighs, and tits galore!!! he is so so round and bouncy!! leaving his clothes no choice but to let his ass cheeks hangout, tighten around his grab-able titties, and let his thick hips and belly be free from all compressing fabrics. and ian fucking eats it up—there’s more and more mickey and mickey seems less and less worried about acting or looking “gay.” completely unbothered by how curvy and breedable he looks swinging his dump truck of an ass around, absentmindedly cupping his tits and rubbing over his sensitive nips in comfort.

he’s become more comfortable in himself, more shameless about what he wants—not worrying about whether it makes him seem like the “dom top daddy” or not. it starts with food and getting fat, and then it grows into a comfort to just ask for what he wants. he wants ian to call him a greedy slut, a spoiled princess, a fat bitch—he wants to be feminized because this boy is giving girl! in his lacy bras and tight garters, crying over getting his ass eaten, having his full tits played with, slutting himself out the second ian looks at him like he wants to throw mickey against the nearest wall-

and, he couldn’t be any happier about it. he is living his true fat femboy life, not free of, but definitely not caged by all the learned toxicity—and he is truly the embodiment of fat and happy (and horny)

Ugh yes I love this femboy/feminization-kink! Mickey is so good to me. Ian gives him tacit permission, keeps encouraging all of his behaviors, drops little hints about how much of a turn on a pretty boy is, until he incepts the idea into Mickey.

At the same time, Mickey is growing, enjoying how accessible food is for them and starts getting obsessed with the way he's filling out. It's going to all the right places. He can't believe how hot he looks with his budding perky tits, his low soft hanging belly, his flaring dippy hips, thick jiggly thighs, and big, quaking, wobbling ass.

It's a delicious feedback loop because the more he grows the less Ian can keep his hands off Mickey, and the more physical he gets. He'll just come up behind Mickey, snake a hand around his belly, rubbing it and giving it a firm jiggle, his other hand snaking up Mickey's crop top to grope one of his pretty tits, tweaking a pink puffy nipple and coaxing a weak, slutty little moan out of Mickey's lips, "You're getting fucking big, babygirl. I like it..." And he punctuates how much he likes it by grinding his fat cock between Mickey's ass cheeks. He snakes a hand down the front of Mickey's obscenely tight little boy shorts, stroking his fat little cock as well as he can in the tight space.

He loves to dress Mickey up in pretty lingerie, different types of lacey little bralettes and pushup bras, cute little panties that dig in between his cheeks to show off just how big it is, the garters, the stockings, corsets 🤤🤤🤤

[6mayhem]

top ten men??

okay.....this is a long personal post BE PREPARED!!! to find me cringe after this

in no particular order and most are also gonna be fictional LOLOLOLOLOL starting with the real people tho

gerard way...what can i say..... just 10/10 who I'm trying to be. All my problems would be solved if I could 100% embody him body mind and soul circa mid 2000s because spiritually that's who i was born to be. also the music is good very good. does he even count as a man anymore everyone's a transgender nowadays. anyway i don't actually know anything abt him apart from the stage persona and that's the way I'm trying to keep it bc everything i learn about celebrities I learn against my will

manuel germanletsplay. god i was so obsessed with him as a teenager. for the americans: he was of the biggest german gaming/minecraft youtubers and national heartthrob among teen girls. everyone shipped him with his friends including me THE FANFICSSSS..... he inspired a lot of transgenderism in me due to his twinky nature and his piano talent and long hair and the fact he never (to this day) showed his face. his persona was like a real life creepypasta character when it comes to sex appeal

isak valtersen skam..... skam is like my longest running hyperfixations i first watched it circa 2017 and have been rewatching at LEAST twice a year since then. idc that it's a teen show.......... he contributed greatly to my transgenderism. I love manipulative teen guys who are just the absolute fucking worst when you look at it objectively. he was such a male manipulator the whole s1 arc rlly made him out to be such a mastermind supervillain it was so silly. and then he got rlly pathetic in s3 ❤️❤️❤️❤️ anyway awesome outfits also..And anger issues

mickey milkovich shameless.... don't feel like I need to explain. WHAT AN ARC !!! he's a terrible person but like somehow the most sympathetic character in the entire show. everything past s7 was such flanderization it made me mad as hell but before that waowwaow.....he deserved better. my meowmeow. would move mountains and literally kill people for the most average annoying guy ever (real mickey fans hate ian) (jk hes fine minus the last 2 seasons)

syd march antiviral. what a fucking freak. he's got everything. blood kink. appearance of a sickly victorian child. horrible daddy issues. bisexuality. a thinly veiled transgender subplot. he's just so slimy and greasy and you just wanna punch him the entire movie I love it. big fan. also a male manipulator..U never know how much of his weakness is real and how much is faked to gain people's trust. he's just like me when it comes to obsessing over random beautiful women!!

sven kretschmer from ich hasse liebeslieder. no one knows this book because it was posted in like 2015 on a german fanfiction website but it permanently changed my brain chemistry. wow. i love him so much. he's everything to me. eyeliner wearing bisexual emo with greasy black hair who canonically looks like gerard way and struggles with every mental issue under the sun. erectile dysfunction subplot. has an abusive father. my favorite band is only kj because that's HIS favorite band. you could trace back 90% of who I am as a person to sven. HE BECAME A TATTOO ARTIST ALSO THAT'S SO COOL!!! and he's the most loyal bastard ever just a kicked puppy kinda guy i love men who are really clingy in relationships. but at the same time he also has insane anger issues which I ALSO love in a man GRIN ���� 😁 😁 😁 😁 ^^^^ see above faves this is a whole archetype of guy for me

jack as you are.... See profile pic!! you already knowwwww!!!!! he's just like me fr. sheltered/seen as weak and sensitive and longing to be rebellious and do things to impress other men (in a homosexual way). maybe transgender? maybe killed his best friend/brother/lover!! again...greasy long hair YAYYY!!! the whole movie could be a forcemasc fantasy

mirco from this sorta obscure book called landeplatz der engel....his mother rejected him. the woman who took him in is a prostitute.... he says ableist slurs but is the least ableist person in the whole book...he wears a ring with a jewel in the shape of a boar head how cool is that?? and he stole a car. and does illegal car races. and ditched his girlfriend for his new male best friend. and he's secretly really traumatized but never wants to be a victim and gets mad when you imply his past affected him 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 idk I just love how he never pretends to be a better person than he is, but the opposite of it. He never gives himself credit for how kind he is

will graham... What a fucking freak(2). proves that your life isn't over at 30 you can still find the love of your life and do really weird shit because you decided that the only thing you care about is what a freaky european cannibal thinks of you.

adam saw....what can i say. he's awesome. he's transgender. he's funny. he's tragic. he's in love with a man twice his age while his brain can't decide if it should see him as a father figure or romantic interest. relatable to me personally

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

my oc neph bell because he's awesome and basically me

steve harrington and eddie munson from stranger things bc i still ship it (there's zero canon moments but idgaf about canon its stupid anyway) bc 1. Tragic blond failson with daddy issues and 2. eddie gave me aesthetic aspirations fuel for like a full year before i figured out who i wanna be. so yeah. I'm only a little bit ashamed of this

tyler durden fight club because yeah. and by extension the narrator bc the moments where he acted like a proper weird fucker were so funny and also meeeeeeee x3

nezumi no.6 you edgy fucker

mo folchart inkheart bc i always wanted him to be my father

kurt cobain

my other oc cesar liehmann bc he embodies everything i like re: blond men with anger issues who have to compensate for their average height by acting more confident than they are

free space for whoever i might be forgetting rn. I always have a LOT of thoughts about fictional men....

SHIN TSUKIMI FROM YTTD LOL I REMEMBER BEING CRAZY ABT HIM

max zerophilia... just completely embraces his sexuality and status as a Z. shamelessly in love with both luke and luca. HOT!!!! kind of bad at flirting but it works for him. AND HE'S ALSO HOT AS MICHELLE AND I'M BISEXUAL SO THAT'S THAT

[darlingian]

A small ficlet for Ian Gallagher's birthday. Happy and full of love and light like our boy deserves. 💕

Daisy Milkovich makes her way up to the door, balancing a cake box on one flattened hand and the gift bag in the other, haphazardly trying to get her keys out of her pocket. She pauses, whispers "fuck it" to herself, and gives the large oak door three fierce kicks with the side of her leather boot.

"Alright, alright!" She hears a man's voice call from inside the house.

She sees the top of salt and pepper hair in the small window in the door just before it opens.

"Daisy! We weren't expecting you!" The man exclaims. She takes in the sight of her father. Black hair sprinkled with grey. More since the last time she'd seen him. A couple more laugh lines around his eyes perhaps. Good. She thinks, Daddy's keeping him smiling. "Did you fly in just for us?" Her father continues, taking the cake box from her hand and guiding them to the kitchen.

"Just for Dad" Daisy says with a smirk. She sets the gift bag on the counter and gives her Pops a hug. It's returned tightly. Daisy sinks into the feeling of belonging and home that ignights in her heart whenever she makes it back here. Her Pops disentangles himself and starts setting out three mugs for coffee.

Suddenly a sleepy voice shouts from upstairs "MICK! YOU MAKIN' COFFEE YET?"

Daisy and Mickey's eyes meet "He slept in? Must be gettin' old" she says.

Mickey, his eyebrows creasing together, retorts, "He's younger than me, don't know what his excuse is."

She grins as he hands her a cup of coffee with a splash of milk and she heads up the stairs.

She takes a moment to look at the framed photos lining the staircase. Her parents wedding, anniversaries, birthdays. Her arrival. The day at the courthouse when they officially gained guardianship. Big family photos with all her Gallagher aunts and uncles and cousins. Step by step she watches them all grow up and older together. Her family.

"Daddy, you decent?" Daisy calls as she reaches the second floor. She wipes a tear from her eye before her dad can see.

A bewildered voice filters through the open door of the library. "Daisy?!"

Ian emerges into the hallway, his perpetually red hair and beard still a bit wild from sleep. Ian's face changes at the sight of his daughter. A sweet crooked smile, green eyes lit up and starting to water.

She sets the coffee on the hall table and walks into her taller father's open arms.

"Missed you, Daddy. Happy birthday!" She says into his shoulder. "How old are you now? 80?"

"Shuddahp. I'm only 50." Ian bends his head down and plants a soft kiss on his daughter's black hair. "Thanks for coming, Sweetface."

"Wouldn't miss it."

[gallawitch1]

Fav Recent Fics - my fav gallavich fics posted within the last 5 months

Little One - Ian prides himself on being a Dom Daddy, but lately he’s been disappointed with his play partners. Mickey has recently stepped into the BDSM scene now that his father has died. One fateful night, their paths cross

Wanderlust: Before the 90 Days by @aeliagioia - Ian signs up for the dating site HotPinkInternational! Enter Piotr. He's 28, from Poland and they fall hard and fast. When money gets tight and Ian can't afford to travel to meet him, he auditions for a new 90 Day Fiance spin-off called: Wanderlust. He will fly out to Poland to meet Piotr and then they will travel together for three months. It's like a dream come true when he's cast. Shortly before his trip, the cameraman he'd gotten to know is replaced by a brash but facinating well-travelled Mickey Milkovich.

Infused Attraction - Mickey has to receive Iron infusions. Ian is a student nurse who is assisting the other nurses with the infusion. Mickey is interested in the redhead. Ian is seemingly interested in him too.

A Coat Or A Blanket - Mikhailo Milkovich died when he was 19. He spends his nights cold and alone, keeping watch over his own headstone. Ian is a small spark of light in the endless cold. It doesn't last very long.

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

“You're so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?" + “Tease me some more and l'll show you my reaction" with old habits!mickey and ian? or any version of mickey and ian really lol

“You're so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?" “Tease me some more and l'll show you my reaction." **additional tags: daddy kink, lowkey spit kink, age difference [ old habits ]

Ian is tense.

Mickey saw it building all throughout dinner at Brenda's. It's not that she's a bad person, it's just that there aren't many neighbors left who haven't fallen under the unintentional charm of Ian Gallagher. And that's fine. It's kind of the norm when more than one Titty Committee member comes within three feet of each other.

Except the difference is usually their husbands aren't there.

Brenda's husband was there.

It was Brenda's house, for fuck's sake. And Ian is such an annoyingly good guy that it very quickly morphed from casual summer salads into him dodging Brenda's flirty comments and trying to Uno-Reverse the attention back onto her husband. You know, damage control.

And no, Brenda's not a bad chick, it's just that the rosé was flowing and made everything a little too loosey-goosey for everyone. Everyone except Ian. And Brenda's husband. And Mickey, who couldn't really do anything but sit there, watching the way Ian held himself slowly grow more and more tense, until finally making his polite exit after dinner - no dessert.

He couldn't do anything then. But he can do something now.

'got somethin for ya old man'

Texting is key in times like this. There's been one too many close calls where Mickey's showed up announced, prepped and horny and ready to get down to some nasty shit, only to be met by one of Ian's siblings answering the door.

Tonight's thankfully not one of those nights. Tonight, Mickey slips in through Ian's back door and then locks it behind himself, sniffing out wherever his stressed out man has settled.

He finds him upstairs in his little library, the lamp light flashing in the reflection of his reading glasses as he glances up at Mickey's arrival. "Hi there..."

It's fond. A soft smile.

Mickey can't help but immediately help himself to his personal space, dipping to fill Ian's beckoning hand. "'Hi there' yourself..."

"Haven't seen you for what...forty five minutes?"

Mickey regards that with a knowing grin. Even if the one he gets in return is smaller than usual. "What, you want me to go...?"

"Didn't say that, did I?"

"Mm..." Mickey hums, letting Ian pull him in by the back of the neck for a little peck on the lips. But that's it. He's letting go then, his attention falling back to his book. "Thought maybe you could use a little stress relief."

Because he's good at that. Mickey knows his strengths in whatever they're calling this relationship.

But he's got his work cut out for him tonight. He can already tell by the way Ian makes a dismissive noise, his tone just as much. "Not stressed... But you're welcome to stay, of course." Typical.

So since he insists on sidestepping it, Mickey does a little sidestepping of his own, rounding the couch until he's draping himself over the back of it, his hands immediately working over Ian's strong shoulders from behind.

Damn, he didn't even change out of his clothes from dinner.

'Not stressed', his ass...

Mickey spends a few minutes kneading at his tight, muscular shoulders...slipping down and feeling up his chest...leaning in to press his cheek against the scratchy soft bliss of Ian's beard. Time to do what he does best. "You're fuckin' tense..." he murmurs, keeping himself close. "Brenda still gotchya all stiff..."

The book sinks into Ian's lap, but he doesn't close it. There's no doubt he thought he got out of that without anyone noticing. But Mickey did. Of course. "Took care of it..."

"Always do..." It's one of the things he admires most about him - how he handles situations. "But now who's takin' care of you...?"

From his seat on the couch, Ian lets out a long breath, his head tilting to watch as Mickey snakes his hands down the front of his dress shirt, then lightly tugs the bottom free from where it's still tucked into his pants.

Ian's skin is warm as he pulls a little higher to start undoing the buttons, revealing his stomach and that thick happy trail that leads Mickey's eyes beneath his belt. "How 'bout I make ya more relaxed, Daddy...?"

He can hear the fond exhale from Ian's lips. The way his tone has melted, just a little bit. "Y'know, kid... I'm really not as tense as you're making me out to be..."

Which is a fucking lie. Mickey saw the stress settling from a night of managing other people's emotions with his own two eyes. But, "Alright..." he says, feigning defeat.

Because clearly Ian's trying to be the bigger man. Trying to protect Mickey from anything less than his best.

So slowly, from behind, Mickey starts stripping - reaching over and dropping each item right next to Ian on the couch - his shirt...his pants...his underwear. "Then lemme do it for me."

He leans over him again, wrapping his arms around and under Ian's open dress shirt... Nuzzles his face against Ian's... Delights in the feeling of that big hand finally reaching up to cup Mickey's other cheek, keeping him close for a second.

It's got Mickey preening. Has his eyes closing for a moment, a proud little hum escaping him as Ian murmurs a little something about how good he smells. Because he knows he does. He took the time to make sure after his long shower. Gotta smell extra good for his man...

After indulging for a few more seconds, Mickey slips forward, making his way around the couch until he's sank diligently to his knees between Ian's legs, naked in the lamp light.

And jesus christ, this man looks so fucking sexy, with his eyes all heavy behind his glasses and his dress shirt eased open and his tongue dragging across his bottom lip, wetting it as Mickey presses his palm against the bulge in his slacks.

He could've done this under Brenda's dining room table. Saved everyone some time.

But now is good too. Now is fucking hot, Ian watching Mickey mouth over the seam of his pants - up the inner thigh - before dragging his tongue flat over the bulge.

He can feel him pulse under the fabric. Getting harder. And when Mickey reaches up to undo his belt, his mouth sucking a damp spot right over him, that stupid book finally finds its rightful place back on the side table.

Ian helps him ease his slacks and his boxer briefs down. Cups the side of his face again, brushing his thumb over his cheek and then over his bottom lip. Watches - with a gorgeous, relieved breath out - as Mickey takes his time dragging his tongue flat up the underside of his cock, and then swirls it slowly around the head.

Mickey's indulgent with it. Puts on a show for him, his eyes never leaving him once as he purses his lips to drool all over the tip, his lips following after in a slick drag.

"Mm..."

"You like that, Daddy...?"

"Mhm..."

"That good...?"

Ian's fingers card through Mickey's hair, stroking him fondly. "Yeah baby..." he lets out, almost a whisper. "That's real fuckin' good..."

Mickey grins, flicking his tongue over the head of Ian's cock, loving the way his stomach tenses from the tease. He's gonna give this man head so sloppy that he'll have no choice but to relax.

It's guaranteed. Mickey knows his strengths. Knows how to keep everything good and wet for him, his hand slick with spit as he dips his head to suck and play with Ian's balls. It's like an instant hit of that extra good pot he's got - gets everything slow and steamy and perfect, Ian taking his reading glasses off and placing them on the side table too.

Because now it's all this. All Mickey. All slow, deliberate licks from Ian's balls all the way up to the tip of his cock. No more dinner drama or book escapism or pretending like he couldn't use a little TLC of his own.

A surge of pride works through Mickey's chest. Makes him cocky. Has the devil horns sprouting from his head just from the little power he's got - the tiny upper hand - the control.

He keeps his heavy eyes glued to Ian. Presses his tongue lightly to the precum at his tip and then slowly leans away, pulling a nasty little spit string that glistens in the lamp light.

Ian licks his lips, his nostrils flaring.

Sloppy head is always good, but something tells him he could get a lot more use outta Mickey if he used him as a stress toy. "Fuck, Mick..."

Mickey's answer is a little smirk, those horns sprouting proudly now as he leans forward again, but instead of swallowing him down like he's been doing, it's to tease at him - quick little kitten licks to the sensitive head of his cock.

That'll do it. Surely. Mickey knows his strengths.

"Fuck," Ian breathes in, his brows starting to pull together - his hips starting to twitch from the tiny, barely there licks. "Tryin' to kill me, kid?"

Mickey hums, hard himself as he rubs his face all along Ian's cock, getting all spitty too. "Just want a reaction outta ya..."

"That right...?" The fingers he's got in Mickey's hair gather into a hold - not too tight yet, but soon. "Keep teasin' like that, you'll get your reaction..."

Mickey's toes curl in anticipation, the huskiness that's starting to enter that tone doing wonders for him. "Oh yeah...? Gonna fuck me...?" he eggs him on, dragging his mouth all over Ian's cock, but never licking. "Gonna use me like your little stress toy, Daddy...?"

And Mickey's said it once, but he'll say it as many times as he fucking wants.

He knows his strengths.

The atmosphere rushes around him as Ian surges forward, scooping Mickey up from the floor to throw him over his shoulder.

It knocks the wind out of him a little but it's fucking good. He can't stop the giddy smile from blooming across his face if he wants to, even as Ian takes advantage of the positioning and swats a couple slaps to Mickey's bare ass as he hauls him to the bedroom.

"I'll show you fucking 'stress toy'..."

Exactly as planned.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

[gardenerian]

No, but it could be so much worse. Ian and Mickey having a barbeque with their daughter because they just scream girl dads, and their little girl getting excited for the salad.

"I want daddy's tomatoes!" with the biggest grin on her face.

Or, Ian calling her his little sunflower.

his.........his little....,.,,, his little sunflower......... hoooookay. you know that feeling of like. absolute calm. total clarity. utter peace... that comes right before you absolutely lose your entire shit? i am feeling this right now. my brain is a still pond. smooth, nary a ripple. but...... little sunflower........ i will soon implode and become nothing but confetti. that's the cutest shit i have ever heard in my LIFE. lil cherub all excited to eat some tomatoes cOOL. mickey will be like wtf someone get this kid some pringles STAT askjfh i am TICKLED BEYOND BELIEF.

[starcrossedsoulmates84]

Gallavich Meta questions, part 1

Answering some questions from @gallavichmeta's thought-provoking post:

If you could write the Gallavich HOS episode - what clips would you choose and how would you write the episode?

Oof, I feel like there are things I would definitely change about the Gallavich HOS episode, but most of those have to do with the parts that weren’t the clips. Like, instead of Ian telling Mickey he only has 88% of his heart (yikes 😬), I would have him focus on being affected by Ned dying because he was part of a formative part of Ian’s life, then maybe the episode could’ve focused on defining moments of their relationship and Ian giving Mickey a hard time over being jealous...I don’t know if that would’ve been very Ian/Mickey, but I have to think it would’ve been better than going from Mickey only having the majority of Ian’s heart to Mickey thinking about stealing stuff/Ian randomly dancing with a guy at the gym to them having daddy issues. 

As for video clips…I feel like a few seconds of the clip from the episode when they first hooked up would’ve been fitting, followed by Mickey being jealous of Ned, then kissing Ian for the first time, their kiss in the club, Mickey coming out, them reuniting in prison, Ian’s proposal after beating up Byron and friends, then their wedding.

We see Ian call Mickey his husband a few times in s11, when do you imagine was the first time he said it and how did he feel? And when do you think the first time Mickey said it, and how did he feel?

I think the first time they said it was on the dance floor while they danced to “Perfect” at their reception, which led to a semi-hasty exit and onto the hotel room where they proceeded to call each other “husband” while consummating their marriage. I could definitely see that being a word that makes both of them melt into the other when they say it.

Post- finale: do you think Ian got Mickey a present for their anniversary? what do they talk about when they get home? 

I don’t know if I think Ian got him a present. It kinda felt to me like Ian was wanting more of an acknowledgement from Mickey and maybe to go out for dinner to celebrate their anniversary. I could see Ian asking him if he wants a gift and getting him something then. 

When they get home, I think they’ll talk about how surprised Ian was when he walked into the Alibi, which will lead to a super sappy moment where Mickey looks at him and says, “How could you think I would ever forget that date?” which leads to lots of sex.

“Does he get that look in his eye when he’s with you?” When do you think Ian saw that look in Mickey’s eyes? When do you think Mickey saw that look in Ian’s eyes?

I think Ian saw that look in Mickey’s eyes during their semi-date when Ian stays over with Mickey in season 3. I think that’s when their relationship really started to turn, and Mickey started to let his guard down. 

If Mickey was looking for it, I think he would’ve seen it in Ian’s eyes when he comes to see him at the store in season 2 and tells him he’s nothing but a warm mouth. The hurt that was on Ian’s face when he said that was a dead giveaway that he felt so much for Mickey.

[catgrassplantdad]

Does Mickey call Ian daddy in the bedroom🤔🤔🤔🤔

Ohhohoh this is one of my favorite things. Yes. Sometimes. When the time calls for it. When they're doing things a certain way and Ian asks him to. Or tells him to. And Mickey will, because he loves it. It's sexy. It's a fun way to play with power. It's a turn on to see what it does to Ian, to feel how much he loves it, too. Even hearing himself say it can send a filthy swoop through him, the idea that Ian can get him like this.

Or Mickey will be the one to whip it out first just to drive Ian crazy, knowing how it affects him and how it'll manifest in what he does to him. Just a breathy, whispered "Daddy" in the heat of it when he's all pliant and needy, getting Ian to growl and surge and grip him tight like he wants to devour him. Or a cocky "ya gonna give it to me good, Daddy?" when they're just getting going, just to get Ian to pounce on him playfully and ravenously. Until it spirals, spirals, and he's a mewling mess and "Daddy" is a mantra. Yes.

Thank you for asking. You can read Mickey having the best time calling Ian Daddy in my last kinktober fic if you want 🖤