I'm tied to you.

"And even when we aren't together, I still feel the pull of you."

[nicosgelos]

thank u @galladrabbles and @ohkate for this week's prompt! i found it really difficult because it's one of my favorite topics 😩 i always think about it in a thousand ways,,, sorry for being late!

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The church was so empty that only their ragged breaths seemed to cut through the smoke of the candles. The sound of Ian's skin against wood, kneeling as if he were about to pray — but in front of him there were no crosses, only a saint.

The purple stained glass was the only light that met Mickey. Sharp smile, fingers holding Ian's chin.

"Touch me, see if any angel screams."

The redhead's hands were close to his chest, as if he could feel the fire nearby but wanted to burn.

He could worship Mickey's body until God Himself turned envious.

[jessij1997]

Thank you @ohkate for the prompt body worship. I put this @galladrabbles under a cut 🫣 tw:blood tw:cutting tw:smut

I got carried away, be warned!

The blood was warm. Ian still held the knife, even though he had already stopped.

Mickey was perfect.

The skin pale, the arteries clearly visible, the heartbeat strong.

Like his body had been made for it.

He was tight. God, so tight.

His moans sweet, his blue eyes intoxicating.

Breathing trembled as he hovered somewhere between unconsciousness and orgasm.

A new experience Ian had given to him.

Ian came deep inside, just as intensely.

Afterward, when Mickey had been patched up and was conscious again, he smiled.

“You match my freak, Red. We go on a date or what?”

[katicusdramaticus]

Galladrabbles - Body Worship

Just under the wire, I have a second entry for @ohkate’s prompt for this week’s @galladrabbles.

He peppers butterfly kisses along Ian’s spine until he reaches the nape of the neck. Then along the redhead’s broad, freckled shoulders. He’d kiss each individual freckle if he could. Hard to believe that the scrawny beanpole he first fell for turned out to be built like a brick house. Talk about a return on investment. Fingers caress Ian’s obliques. “Would you watch it?” Ian giggles unguardedly as he squirms. “That tickles like fuck.” As if Mickey wasn’t already well aware. “Oh? What’s that? You want me to stop?” He pulls his hands away. “Wait, no!” Ian begs. “Don’t stop.”

[thepiefromwork]

Thank you @galladrabbles and @ohkate for this weeks prompt:

Body Worship

Mickey reached out, hesitating when his fingertips grazed the cool glass.  

His eyes were heavy, his breathing laboured, yet every nerve in his body was alive. 

He made a decision, pushed his hand against the glass and angled the mirror. Now he could see Ian as he fucked into him. He licked his lips as he watched Ian’s skin glistening, his muscles flexing with every feral push into Mickeys body.  

Mickey gasped as Ian enveloped his body with his strong arms, pulling him onto his lap in full view of the mirror.  

“Baby, you’re missing the best view,” purred Ian. 

[blue-disco-lights]

Galladrabbles: Body Worship

Thank you @ohkate for our @galladrabbles prompt this week! And what a good prompt it is ✨

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When he has Mickey laid out like this, he starts with that tattoo on his chest. 

He kisses every letter, every jagged scar. He still regrets that day, how he brushed off that act of love Mickey was so proud to show him.  

He trails kisses down to the tattoo on Mickey’s forearm. The one he got when they were apart. He lingers there.

Down further still, his mouth connects with those indents on Mickey’s perfect ass, the gunshot wounds that followed their very first kiss. 

He kisses each, one by one.

Mickey’s body tells their story. And he worships it. 

[suzy-queued]

Body Worship

This week's @galladrabbles prompt is from @ohkate. Who's surprised that I went AU?

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Hours are long, here at Ladies’ Fantasy magazine. Mickey zooms in and retouches a mole off a model’s perfect skin. 

This was not how he planned to use his art degree, mindlessly editing abs and biceps, sometimes a hint of pubes.

The dudes look buff, but they don’t do it for Mickey.

Except that one. 

That redhead. 

Mickey hates airbrushing away the freckles that are uniquely his. The scars. The tattoos.

But it’s the guy’s hands that leave Mickey breathless.

One afternoon, those very same hands tap the edge of Mickey’s desk. Holy fuck.

“I’m, uh, here for my photoshoot.”

[katicusdramaticus]

Galladrabbles: Body Worship

Thanks @ohkate for this week's @galladrabbles prompt. Ian can't have one serious moment without Mickey giving him a reason to laugh, can he?

Mickey slowly undulates, riding Ian vigorously. Ian’s fingers trace along his new husband’s tattooed knuckles. Fingertips ghost along his taut arm muscles until each hand cups one of Mickey’s shapely pecs. His right thumb paws lovingly at his misspelled name above Mickey’s heart. It’s perfectly imperfect. 

We're married, Ian thinks. I get to keep him this time.  

“My throbbin’ dick’s staring you in the face and you grab my nips. What gives, man?” 

“They’re very nice nips,” Ian praises, fawning. “Like a marble statue.” 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Cut back on the yapping and start tweaking my tits, lover.” 

[oathkeptroxas]

Written for the @galladrabbles prompt from @ohkate

Body Worship

Bodies are a patchwork. Freckles. Tattoos. Dimples. Scars.

Their bodies are the roadmap of their lives. 

Ian knows every story Mickey's body has to tell. The gun shot scar to his right shin, the matching one to his left butt cheek. The nicks and slices on his knuckles from years of fighting dirty. 

Mickey knows Ian's body just as intimately. The mottled, discoloured skin of his right palm. The crick in his nose from a break not properly set. The freckles on his eyelids.

They touch each other with a reverence no one else can replicate. Caresses. Kisses. Embraces. Cherished.

[cuntylestat]

and if i could give you the moon, i would give you the moon

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[gallawitchxx]

In Hot Pursuit by gallawitch

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"You're cold," Gallagher says, and it's the worst thing you've heard all day, which is saying something when the day started with a trip to the morgue. It means he's noticing things you're not doing a good enough job of hiding, and he's not supposed to be noticing anything except clues that could lead to the killer.

rating: M (but could probably be E) word count: 2.3K additional tags: law enforcement au, fbi agent mickey milkovich, detective ian gallagher, crime scenes, blowjobs in a car, idiots in love, pov second person

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[lilbunnychann]

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[librarygf]

[ohkate]

Date Night

Many thank you's to @galladrabbles and @dreamjupiter for this week's prompt, Date Night. Right under the wire this week because I was stupid and wrote one for the wrong prompt. Not even sure how that happened. I'm just glad I realized it before posting. Word Count: 100 ...................

"Are we boring?"

"No—who said we're boring?"

"I'm saying it. It's Friday night—we're sitting on the floor watching tv," Mickey took the last wonton.

Ian growled. "You ate'em all."

"You ate the eggrolls."

“Gimme the wonton.”

“No.”

“Gimme. The wonton.”

“N.O.”

Ian lunged, grabbing Mickey’s ankles, dragging him over. Mickey yelped, quickly eating the wonton, victorious.

"Bitch!" Ian joked, flipping Mickey over. "I'm gonna fuck you on our boring carpet. In our boring apartment. In front of our boring tv. You'll scream so hard the neighbors'll call the cops."

Mickey chuckled. "Promise?"

Ian spit into his hand.

"We're not boring."

[starry-nights-17]

Decided to do a second drabble for this weeks "fantasy" prompt.

Please note, smut ahead!

@galladrabbles

@callivich

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"Fuck"

Mickey's leaking cock rubbed against the desk, body sliding up and down with the force.

"Yeah, you love it. Take it so good. Such a good boy".

Gallagher held him down, pummelling him, good and hard. His muscular, pale body covering his, mouth whispering filth in his ear.

"Come, baby. Show me how good I feel".

With a broken groan, he exploded, revelling in the feeling of warmth filling him up.

"Mr Milkovich".

A deep voice startled him, his redheaded professor. Shit, he must have dozed off.

"Am I boring you?"

Green eyes locked on blue.

"Not at all...Sir".

[ohkate]

Countdown

Happy new year everyone! I really hope 2026 is wonderful for all. Here's the first @galladrabbles of the year, and thanks to @runninonemptyy for the prompt! Word count: 100

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2018 Mickey says he wants a better couch and fewer parole check-ins. Ian says he wants Mickey to stop stealing the blankets. They kiss at midnight anyway.

2022 Mickey says he wants sleep. Ian says he wants the baby healthy. Fireworks shake the windows while the monitor hums like a promise.

2025 Mickey’s holding a half-asleep kid, hair a mess, heart stupid-full. Ian says he wants more of this chaos that somehow fits. Three. Two. One…

They count down together, thinking about their life assembled in years. And realizing the countdown wasn't toward something ending, but toward everything they'd made.

[ohkate]

Grinch

Many thank you's to @smittybus22 for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, Grinch. Fitting for this week and I hope you like it! Word count: 100

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Mickey called himself a Grinch because it was easier than explaining the math of it. The money. The noise. At least the old man was locked up this year. Had some peace and quiet. But Christmas made people look at what you didn’t have.

Ian showed up with a crooked grin and zero expectations.

They ate boxed mac and cheese on the floor. No gifts. Just warmth where it counted.

Ian laughed at something stupid on TV.

Mickey felt it then—that sharp, unguarded thing.

Attachment. Attachment was fucking scary.

Because Grinches could survive December.

But wanting something meant risking January.

[ohkate]

Hope you all have a great holiday! And if you don't celebrate, I hope you have a good day off of work. And if you don't get a day off of work, may the electricity go out at whatever hellscape store you have to work at and you get to close the doors the whole day.

Love you all and have a wonderful new year!