Welcome to "I bottom now, too!" This blog is for bottom!Ian and sub!Ian Gallagher art & fanfic recs. Main blog: @thisdivorce
How did this come to be? I had a dream that I made this blog. I told some people about the dream. They encouraged me (psst @mishervellous @filorux and @gallawitchxx) to make my dream a reality.
But… why? There aren't a lot of bottom!ian fics & art out there, and having bottom!ian content in one central place will make it easier for me people to find.
Is this necessary? No. But, yes.
Here are some general guidelines:
This is a 18+ NSFW blog / minors dni
This blog features bottom!ian recs for art and fic found on tumblr or Ao3
I will be tagging everything I post with the hope of developing a tag system that will make things easier to find
I’m including sub!ian art & fics which is not synonymous with bottom!ian
Please feel free to use the ask if you want to share or rec fics/art
I will not be posting non-con, underage (when not canon-compliant), incest, or bestiality.
Rating: Explicit
Word-count: 7,811 words
Additional Tags: married gallavich, top dom mickey, bottom sub ian, daddy kink, babying, “daddy”/”good boy”, praise, pet names, face holding, hair petting, nipple sucking, begging, whimpering, brief puppy ian mentions, brief fingers in mouth, ian goes into subspace, mickey loves his baby
Summary:
There’s truly no one cuter than Ian - not even close - with his big doe eyes, and his sweet little smile, and his soft copper curls. He may be six feet tall and thicker than a redwood, but he’s Mickey’s baby. His good boy. And the instant he moseys his way into the living room, none the wiser in his big ol’ hoodie, Mickey knows their exact plans for the rest of the night.
He’s gonna baby the hell out of this man. And then he’s gonna fuck him stupid.
Honey, I'm Home...
Rating: Explicit
Kinks: Sex Tape | Sex Toy
Word-count: 2,500 words
Event: @gallavichthings Kinktober 2024
Additional Tags: sentimental husbands, pet names, sex toy, sex tape, masturbation, bottom ian, light teasing
Summary:
Mickey comes home early from his business trip because he misses his husband - sue him. What he expects is for Ian to be jumping for joy, maybe even a few heartfelt tears. What he doesn’t expect is for Ian to be fucking himself on their couch, to the video they made before he left, earbuds in and everything. But you know what? Mickey can definitely work with this too.
Mickey hears Ian breathe—I'm ready—and has to squeeze his eyes shut so this isn't all over before it even begins.
"I want you to. I– Mick, I want you," Ian whispers into the sliver of space still separating them. "Want you inside."
"Jesus Christ–"
Mickey is fumbling to get himself into position, but he hears Ian's soft laugh. A little shaky. Nervous, but trying not to be.
"Just Ian is fine," he quips.
Mickey blinks his eyes open in surprise and takes in Ian's half-quirked smirk—and just like that, all the pressure squeezed into the too small cell, all the expectation, all the years of fucking buildup leading to this moment, it all just releases into the recycled air and gets sucked up into the prison's ventilation system until there's nothing left but their bunk and their bodies and Ian's hand wrapping around the back of Mickey's neck, pulling him closer. Just them. Just Ian and Mickey.
Mickey snorts and presses a smiling kiss to Ian's chapped lips.
"Idiot."
"Yeah, but your idiot."
Mickey presses their foreheads together, both of them still grinning around the other's lips, and closes that final bit of distance, the tip of his cock pushing into Ian for the first time.
It shouldn’t be so different, but maybe it is. Maybe this feeling is just for Ian.
Tags: Bottom Ian Gallagher, Top Mickey Milkovich, Anal Sex, Intimacy, Post-Canon
Word Count: 3k
Rating: Explicit
It’s a sensation so satisfying he feels it absolutely everywhere, in the way it makes his toes curl, in the way it makes his fucking scalp tingle. It’s a little crazy how it already has him sweating and gasping so quickly, keening out sounds he doesn’t often find himself making. But it’s always like this. Always this good. Always exactly what he needs when he needs it like this.
My work (in progress) for the Spicy Gallavich Collab 2022!
Pairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Rating: Explicit
Words: 10.5k (chapter 10) / 134.4k (total)
Tags added in this chapter: Depression, Top Mickey Milkovich, Bottom Ian Gallagher
Summary: “I was thinking…” Ian says. “Wondering if you wanted to switch things up for next time.”
[Read chapter 10 on AO3] or [Start from the beginning]
Hey there! Any power-bottom dom micky fic recs? Asking for a friend, of course ;) (I've scoured the kink tag and I rather enjoyed "Freak Peak" by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot, btw!!)
Hey hey :) your friend has good taste ;D We've answered a similar question some time ago but there were several fics written since then. I'll put them together here, starting with Freak Peak. (Some of them are more power-bottom than dom, but the mood fits).
if that ain't love, then i don't know what love is
Red like your hair
The Little Things
what’s the matter?
Business Time
Ian Gets a Surprise (or two) (second chapter kind of fits)
make the yuletide gay, or whatever
Conflict of Interest
I'd adore you with your gun to my head (kind of Joker!Mickey AU, mind the tags)
I would like to hear about Ians aftercare. I love mickey aftercare but everyone tell me how Mickey acts post sex towards him 🥹
☀️ hi, anon! i love this! the plan was to just give a brief description of the headcanons i have about this, but then it spiraled. so here's a short drabble about ian receiving aftercare from mickey. 💫
The blindfold is carefully slipped off of him, and Ian opens his eyes, squinting against the low lamp light. He's still dazed, and there's hot, lingering pleasure still warming him, everything just now starting to recede out of him. He's laying flat on his back, loose-limbed, sweat making him stick to the sheets. There's all kinds of shuffling beside him as he takes his shuddering, uneven breaths, and he sees that it's Mickey stacking pillows against the headboard.
Mickey pulls a towel off the nightstand where it had been waiting for them, and then he's right beside him again, blessedly close and comforting, kneeling over him and so, so gently wiping him down. Slow drags on his skin, the softest touch he can manage. Ian hisses when he dabs around his cock, still so sensitive, and Mickey soothes him with a hand on his stomach, murmuring, "sorry, I got you..."
When Mickey leans away to drop the towel onto the floor and rummage around on the nightstand, Ian brings his hands up to his face, closing his eyes and wiping away sweat. He groans when he gets the spins to a surprisingly unbearable degree, opening his eyes back up quickly and trying to focus his vision on a single point on the ceiling, trying to ground himself. His head is all cottony. There's a dull ringing in his ears.
He doesn't normally go completely nonverbal the way Mickey so often does, so he's able to mumble "C'mere, please," and bat a hand out toward his husband, smacking the mattress.
"I'm comin'," Mickey assures him, shuffling over with a water bottle in hand. He drops it on the mattress to take Ian's face in his hands, cradling him sweetly, his touch so warm. "Wanna sit up for me?"
"Mmm," Ian grunts agreeably. Yeah, he wants to sit up. So he can drink the water Mickey has for him. He wants to feel more steady. He wants...ah. He wants a fucking hug.
He groggily heaves himself up, and then Mickey's helping him ease back against the pillows he's stacked for him, all nestled and propped up and cozy. His husband slides into his lap, straddling him and pressed so close, all warm and soft and so lovely and loving. His arms wrap around Ian's shoulders, and Ian buries himself in him. Yes, this is it. Such a good fucking hug. He lets his hands rest on Mickey's hips, his face pressed against his neck, breathing in that warm, slightly musky smell of him, familiar and beautiful. They sit like this for a moment, and his head begins to clear.
He peers over Mickey's shoulder and sees the cuffs lying unbuckled on the bed, the blindfold discarded beside them. He wraps his arms tighter around Mickey, taking one wrist in hand against Mickey's lower back and rubbing it tenderly, remembering. He felt so good. He feels so good.
"Here, drink," Mickey says softly, leaning away to grab the water, Ian unwinding his arms from around him. He unscrews the cap and hands it over, and Ian carefully takes it from him. He holds it with both hands, not trusting his trembling fingers to grasp it with just one. He takes a couple of sips, and fuck, that feels good on his raw throat. It cools him down.
Mickey watches him drink it, then takes it from him when he's done.
"Feelin' alright, tough guy?" he asks sweetly. Ian nods. "Want a snack?" And how is that so cute?
"Yeah." Ian nods again.
Staying firmly seated on Ian, Mickey leans aside again and grabs the little packet on the nightstand. It's trail mix, but it's the kind that's mostly chocolate. Just a bag of candy, really. Ian's got a hell of a sweet tooth, especially after this kind of exertion, and Mickey knows it. He's prepared.
Ian smiles as Mickey carefully rips open the bag and reaches in. He holds up an m&m, and Ian opens his mouth, still smiling. He lets Mickey feed him, laughing a little bit.
"You're cute," he says as he chews.
"Fuck off," Mickey replies, no heat to it. And then, "You're fuckin' cute."
He feeds him another piece of chocolate.
"I can do this part, baby," Ian says as Mickey digs into the bag again. "Can feed myself." Not that he minds, really. He likes this kind of attention.
And Mickey looks at him all soft then, in that way that he does sometimes when he's about to be earnest and sweet, and it's got Ian melting a little bit already.
"I wanna do it," he says. Ian's heart clenches.
"Okay."
He lounges there, leaning back against pillows that his husband piled up for him so he would be comfy, said husband in his lap and being the perfect grounding weight and presence, eating chocolate that his husband slips between his lips with fingers that had only just been wrecking and unraveling him. And he enjoys feeling wholly treasured, entirely taken care of.
Chapter Summary: Ian and Mickey find quiet amidst the chaos.
Summary: Ian Gallagher is married, stable, happy working as a Paramedic and trying to start a family, but a chance encounter with the foul-mouthed father of one of his patients—who has more ties to Ian than either of them know—threatens to blow it all up.
Length: 5.1k
Rating: Explicit
Read here from the beginning
thanks as always to my beta's @shameless-notashamed & @gallawitchxx and to @ianandmickeygallavich for making the banner
summary:Ian hasn’t been himself since being home, and Mickey can see it. He does everything he can to help but soon he will have to face a harsh reality, one that he may not be ready to accept.
notes: This was written for @spicygallavichcollab! I’m sorry for being late (again) but at least I finally posted something.
