#thinkin ab these a normal amount

[aeragan]

ᴏɴ ᴅᴜᴛʏ

✭ pairing(s): gallagher x gn afab reader

✩ inspo: im on my period

★ summary: gallagher has been oddly needy all day.

✧ a/n: i need gallagher in a way that would desecrate god's holiness. anyways i had fun with this one if you couldn't tell. enjoy.

🗒 cw: SMUT, afab reader, quickie(ish), porn no plot, dadbod gallagher cause i said so, mention of sexting, predator/prey if you squint, fingering, pet names ('baby', 'doll'), little manhandling, p in v, bathroom stall sex, creampie, not proofread

✎ wc:

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Needy. That’s all Gallagher has been today. Normally, he doesn’t text you while he’s on duty, or at least, he doesn’t text you this much. Normally he checks in, strikes up a little conversation about how boring work is on his break, and then says he’ll see you at home later. Today, however, it felt like there was a text every minute. It started about halfway into his shift, with him asking you how things were at home. However, it quickly devolved from there, turning into sexting. He wasn’t shy, either. His texts went from ‘Can’t stop thinking about you’, to ‘I’m horny’, to describing all the things he wanted to do with you.

It’s not that you weren’t into it, it was just a little weird. You can’t deny that all the lewd things he was saying got to you, fanning the flames beneath your stomach. However, you were out running errands, and there was really no way to abate your own need. However, you couldn’t deny Gallagher, who just had such a stressful day, and needed a way to decompress. Perhaps you were just masochistic, but every one of his texts was met with an equally lewd one.

“Just want a piece of you. Don’t think I can wait any longer.”

While you yourself decided you could wait until he was off work, it seems like he had already made up his mind. Any other text you sent was left on delivered, so you assumed your hound had either chosen to jack off, or he was out sniffing for his target. Part of you wished he could keep the conversation going, a delicious build up to a wonderful night. What a shame, you think. But you’ll see him tonight, so you might as well not sulk.

You still have things to get done, anyways. No need to dwell on it, right? You’d keep your mind busy with the most un-arousing things before he came home, like cleaning… because you were almost out of cleaner in general, so you might as well keep your hands busy. With a huff, you put your phone in your pocket, making your way to the shopping outlet.

You are barely halfway into the store when a large hand pulls you in by the waist. You’d turn around and beat them senseless, but the minute your back hits their chest, you understand. You’d recognize those tits anywhere. You untense and huff, as Gallagher leans in, letting out his own sigh. Either out of relief or frustration, you couldn’t tell. But what you could tell was that he was still horny, seeing as Gallagher jr. was poking at your legs.

“Missed you,” He whispers gruffly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your neck, as if it was a totally normal thing. “Need you, actually. Real bad.”

You can tell.

“You’re on the clock though, right?” You turn to look up at him, doing your best to suppress the shiver that runs throughout your body. “Isn’t this like job ab–”

“Doesn’t matter. They think I’m looking for a suspect,” He does his best to be brief, hand falling to your side as he urges you to start walking. “Went looking for you. Couldn’t stop thinkin’, and, well… c’mon.”

Well, you aren’t going to say no. So, you follow his lead to a bathroom, and before you even get to ask what he’s up to, he’s practically shoving you into a stall. You can’t complain, however, because the bathroom is so pristinely clean, it puts all else to shame. The cleanliness of a Buca Di Beppo bathroom, without the overstimulating amount of celebrity pictures hung up on the walls.

Gallagher wastes no time, his calloused hand slipping underneath the band of your pants and underwear, while his other works on the buttons of his jeans. His hand is so close, yet he doesn’t stray an inch further. All he does behind you is grunt as he struggles out of his jeans.

“Found you,” He murmurs, pressing his nose into your neck like he’s missed your scent. “Gonna make you feel real good, just like this.”

The seat of your underwear is wet, even as he simply just huffs behind you, content to toy with you like this. He begins to place feverish, sloppy kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before finally freeing himself of his pants. He moans against your skin as he begins to rut against your ass near immediately, pushing you further against his stomach as his hand deigns to reach further. A warm, calloused finger finders your clit, pressing against it and drawing lazy circles as he does so.

“Mmm…” He hums, his breath heavy and hot. “Missed this sweet thing… if I could do more…”

A pitiful moan slips past your lips as he touches you, every little kiss making you whine. The ‘Gallagher Effect’ you’ve aptly named this, any little stray touch and lingering gaze is enough to make you weak in the knees. Anywhere, at almost any time. It makes you feel needy and helpless, but in all the right ways.

He dips a finger in, letting out a soft groan at the feel of your velvety walls. You bring a hand up to your mouth to muffle your moans, eyes fluttering shut as he pumps his digit slowly, heat flaring under your skin. It doesn’t take long for him to add another digit, your walls clamping around both with such ease. He chuckles lowly behind you, a soft and rumbling sound that only serves to ignite some sort of primal need within you. If only it all could last forever… but he has other plans.

He pulls his fingers out no sooner than he pushed them in, leaving you feeling a little dull, a whiny ‘noooo’ slipping from your lips. He ignores your plea, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and lapping up what he could, before pulling your pants and underwear down in one go. The cold air sinks into your skin, melding with the heat, an oddly comforting sting. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in close and hoisting you up just a little, so he can seat his cock comfortably against your entrance. He teases you with the head for the briefest moment, a pearl of precum mixing with your slick.

“Gotta be quick, baby.” He huffs, before pushing in deliciously slowly. You squirm a little, shutting your eyes tight and willing yourself to shut up as he pushes himself all the way to the hilt.

Gallagher’s hands find purchase on your hips, digging his fingers into the plush of your skin as his own body relaxes. He hasn’t even started moving yet and he’s whimpering, like somehow he was a virgin. Still, such a reaction from him makes your walls flutter, to have such a man as imposing as Gallagher whine with his cock buried in your pussy, it made you feel powerful in some way.

After he seemed to have settled, he slowly begins to move you, grinding against you as he does his best to fuck up into you. It may have not been the most comfortable position, but his cock hit all the right spots, making you clench around him. He’s agonizingly slow, despite his comment, his forehead tucked away in the crook of your neck. Your hand muffles the soft moans that fall from your lips, breathing heavy with every thrust. His cock drags against your walls with every half-thrust, a kiss placed against your skin to make up for something so sloppy. Normally, he took his time with you, teasing you as much as he could (though he could never deny your pleas).

However, it seems he wasn’t satisfied with the position, as much as he wanted to chase after his own pleasure. With a grunt of effort (as if pulling out was some sort of great act of offense to him), he pulls out. You do your best not to complain, as he urges you to turn around. Quickly, he leans down and hooks an arm underneath your thigh, hoisting it up in a way that would give him more leverage. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning further against him. This was a much more comfortable position, especially the fact that you could see his face. He’s got a sleazy grin, a soft blush covering his features, as his eyes roaming over your face.

“Get a good look, yeah?” He chuckles, before leaning in and pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. With that, his tips glides against your pussy once more, before pushing back in, much easier this time. He swallows every moan and whimper of yours, beginning to fully thrust, his pace much faster this time. It’s dizzying, almost, enough to make your eyes roll back as his tip pushes against your g-spot with every thrust.

He pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his breathing ragged and heavy as he continues his pace. His hands are warm, his cock is warm, his body is warm. You are warm. You bite your lip as your breathing comes in brisk huffs, your legs trembling ever so slightly. His fingers run along the stretchmarks on the inside of your thigh, his grin growing more proud. Every other second brings you closer, and closer…

You can’t help but arch your back, pressing up against his stomach once more which is such pleasant stimulation. His grin falters as you flutter around him once more, his balls tightening. He goes from cocky to whiny within an instant, lips parted and face flushed.

“Doll, M’gonna…” He warns, his thrusts stuttering and pace becoming sloppy. His nails dig into the plush of your thigh, and you can’t ward off the pressure mounting below your stomach.

He chokes out more strained huffs before leaning in for another kiss, much more needy as his tongue presses against yours, once more taking in every little sound of yours as if he owns them all. It doesn’t take you too long to come, heat shooting up your body with a pleasant tingle as the pressure releases in a most euphoric way, cumming onto his cock. He is not far behind, letting out an audible groan that slips past both of your lips, echoing in the (hopefully) empty bathroom. A rush of warmth floods your insides, Gallagher’s normally strong grip wavering, pulling back as his body jerks, releasing the last bit of pent up frustration.

After a couple more moments, he slowly pulls out, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours. He’s always been sappy after sex, all softened up by his orgasm. Post nut clarity hits hard, however, and after a couple of pants, he pulls away. Not before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, one that contrasted the heated one moments prior.

“M’sorry, got ahead of myself,” He mutters, shaking his head, while hoisting up his boxers and pants. He doesn’t even take the time to wipe off his dick. “Didn’t mean to… well, didn’t mean to start all of this.”

You do your best to protest, nudging him as you lean against the wall. All you can do is take a couple more moments to catch your breath as his release dripped down your leg, something that felt near shameful as your own clarity hit you.

“You okay?” Despite such lewd acts, he still has the mind to check in on you. It doesn’t matter if he’s still on duty, he isn’t just going to up and leave you.

“Yeah,” You nod, waving him off. “Glad I could help, but you should–” you chuckle, before shuffling around him to sit down on the toilet, “– get back to work. I’m fine.”

��... Right. Well, I guess I’m off,” He sighs, as if he’s disappointed he has to leave you so soon. He did this to himself, really. “I’ll bring home some dinner from your favorite place, okay? Thank you again. Sorry–”

You wave him off once more, a little annoyed by his apologies. This man just came in you, and now he’s a step close to groveling like answering to his sexual needs was a sin. How could such an intimidating man– the head of the Bloodhound’s, even– get so pathetic? Not that you hated it, no, it was kind of funny. You had him wrapped around his finger. Perhaps he’d remember to bring some condoms, next time, if he was so upset over cumming in you.

Gallagher leans back down to bid you farewell with another kiss, before leaving the stall. You sit there for a minute, shaking your head. It wasn’t disappointing at all, and the more you thought about it, the lighter you felt. It was kinda fun. And, if anything, Gallagher was getting paid for it. The thought of that made you chuckle softly. Now, you felt like you really couldn’t complain. He gets paid for sex. And you get some dinner out of it, free of charge. What a wonderful existence…

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[mistercesare]

sooo lately me and my friend had been thinkin ab a new story!!

its called 'core collapse' and it is about an unlucky scientist and a rogue ai who is also a bit of a liminal space

and i definetly had been thinking about them in a normal amount

soo this is Guinnie who is the mc!

and this is Home who is an ai and who is trying to 'learn about humanity' by putting Guinnie in Situations

home has. a lot of visual variations yeah

and this is based on the 'bad' ending

anyway pls check out @/arrrrimo on twitter who is a co'creator and a cool person yay

[marinehero-a]

     i am slowly going insane

[pirateborn-a]

bc ofc i would but rotates g.ang of youth achilles, come down for ghost roger real,,,,,,

[soulsolid-a]

mrgmrm waiting turn to do presentation but head suddenly went yorki n brook </3

[vanquishedjelly]

Mission Accomplished

HellBoy x Reader

Summary- You and HellBoy have been flirting back and forth. Waiting for each other to make a move. Battling to see who will react first. What will happen when you take the flirting up a notch?

A/N- I love the thought of how flirty HellBoy is, and I love the thought of someone else flirting just as much with him (if not more) and so my imagination took hold. Enjoy!

It's been a few years since I've joined B.P.R.D. When I was asked to join I didn't think I would be of much use. I only have Intention/Emotion Sense, both of which I couldn't see being useful on missions, but nevertheless they ushered me to join and I am so glad they did. When I first met Abraham and HellBoy I was blown away by their abilities (and their looks, not gonna lie). Almost feeling slightly lesser than, but Abe was the first to speak up and quickly dismissed those thoughts (which is how i found out he could read minds… crazy, right?) HellBoy on the other hand was kind of stand off-ish?.. is the only way I can put it. His Emotion showed neutrual- no like nor dislike- like he didn't expect me to be around for very long, so he didn't really see the need in putting much time in friendly conversation. Understandable. The first few months it was just me and Abe, goofing about. Normally talking about the books in the library, the missions he and HellBoy has been on- which HellBoy made sure to chime in every now and then to add small details in the stories as he could. Or just chilling- Abe in his tank munching on his god awful smelly eggs and me sitting in the big chair in the library with my phone talking about whatever crossed our minds. Slowly but surely HellBoy started sitting down with us in the library, speaking up a lot more about stories, or even asking my thoughts on random things. I was curious and I felt his intentions, wholeheartedly friendly and emotions were slightly nervous at times, so I opened up to his interactions quickly. After that, me and him talked damn near on a daily basis. Finding out how much of a flirt he was and how much of a goofball he was, was a rollercoaster to say the least- especially on my first mission. Oh lord… You should've seen his face when I started flirting back just as much. I didn't even need to sense to see how surprised he was.

_ "Hey, (y/n), you still with us?" I quickly look up from my forgotten book, staring wide eyed at HellBoy, who was leaning against the door frame. It wasn't hard to sense that his intention was to find me. "Ok, I gotta know what you're thinkin' bout to get that look on your face." He says, his laughter showing through his tone. I tilt my head, "I had a look on my face?" He nods, "yeah, smilin' from ear to ear," he motions his finger towards my face, "and with that far away look, i know it wasn't because of what you're reading." I laugh and shrug slightly, "didn't know i was so easy to read." I sigh, the same reminiscing smile reappears on my face, "just remembering my first few months here." I close the book in my lap and set it aside as HellBoy walks further into the library, almost towering over me. "yeah, I remember the look you gave me when i walked into the room." He says, "the way I saw your pupils dilate." He whistles in emphasis, " I just know you was marveling in how hot i was." I huff out a laugh. "Oh, ab-so-lutley!" staring up at him, "I was so hot and bothered i didn't know what to do with myself." i half joke, fanning myself. He lets out a hearty laugh. "so, you've found me, what'd you need?" I ask "Manning has another" he makes air quotations, " 'Gas leak' for us to fix before it gets too outta hand." I nod, "He needs all of us in the meeting room in 30 minutes to talk about the details." I stand up, "alright, gives me the perfect amount of time to take a shower and get ready." I say absentmindedly walking towards the door with him in tow. "without me?" he says, I can hear his grin in his voice. "yes, without you." I whip around, halting him in his tracks. I run my hands up and down his chest in sensual motions "baby I'd take my time with you, so I don't think we'd make it to the meeting." I smirk. I can basically see the wheels turning in his head, imagining all the things that would entail that moment. "Is that a promise?" He says, his voice in between a whisper and a growl. I can physically feel his arousal build. "Maybe." I smile. He takes a quick intake of breath. 'gotcha' I think to myself. "but," I say, slightly pulling away, "I don't wanna hear Mannings' bitching about us running late." He growls. He raises his hands, about to wrap his arms around my waist, but I whip around and start walking away before he can. I smile to myself as I can feel how frustrated he is.

Mission accomplished.

[texanredrose]

Everyone’s A Critic

Am I doing Freezerburn Week? Probably not, because I’m not feeling well, but this prompt I couldn’t resist. Soulmate AU based on this post.

Weiss’ brow furrowed as she quickly walked towards the exit, absolutely livid beyond measure. Thankfully, her companion for the showing happened to be just as vexed as her, though they’d made a promise not to voice any grievances until after they’d exited the theater. Hence her desire to be out of it sooner rather than later.

“I can’t believe-”

“Blake,” she said, tone sharp not because of her friend’s frustrations but because of their shared annoyance. “We have a deal.”

“That was before actually watching that trainwreck.” The Faunus’ ears laid back against her skull as she grimaced. “But the books were so good, we couldn’t have expected this disgusting catastrophe.”

However, for all Weiss’ desire to keep true to her word... oh did she have some rather pointed Opinions(tm) about this particular attempt to do justice to a well beloved series.

“It’s not just that.” They pushed out of the studio and into the florescent light of the theater’s hallways, following the throng of moviegoers who faced similar disappointment. “We can get to the myriad of ways they completely missed the point of the books later, because that in itself is a long enough list, but don’t you think we should start with how abysmal that was from the standpoint of just being a movie?” Frustration colored her tone as she quickened her pace, as if she could put physical distance between herself and the mere memory of that disgrace. “They cut so much material out, the plot is completely incomprehensible to one not familiar with the books, and even then is terribly disjointed in trying to be faithful to that. The pacing is god awful, likely because the directors merely googled which passages were most popular and poured all their effort into those scenes, which would make sense if they had all the other events leading up to them to build the tension and significance! As it stands, they’re just isolated moments when the story actually takes time to show itself, but all that is buried under layers of cinematic tomfoolery for the obvious intention of nabbing some manner of award and merely hoping every other scene can support themselves, which they can’t...”

Now that she’d gotten on a roll, the words didn’t stop, flowing from her mouth as she allowed every ill thought she’d kept locked behind her teeth go forth, with Blake nodding on occasion, knowing better than to try stymieing her diatribes once they got started. Thankfully, they usually agreed when it came to books and movies, seeking similar qualities, even if the Faunus tended towards media with a romantic streak. Once Weiss finished, it would be her turn to critique the awful, forced romantic subplot- a subplot, mind, that wasn’t resolved until the third book, and had no place being emphasized this much in the first movie- but that would be Blake’s terf.

“FUCKING HELL!”

Weiss came to a sudden stop, eyes widening as a voice she’d never heard before grabbed her attention with two little words. Ever since she learned to read, she’d become intimately familiar with those two words, seeing as they were tattooed across her left forearm in big, bold, yellow font. Her soulmate mark- and she’d especially attuned her hearing for those two words specifically, and this happened to be the first time she heard them in her life, which could only mean-

“You!” She whirled around, scanning until her gaze landed on the blonde marching towards her, and...

Okay, she’d fully intended to be more than a little cross with the foul mouthed heathen who’d permanently marked her with those very words. However, Weiss was also a mere mortal and currently being approached by a veritable goddess. Tall, with the early evening breeze sending wild blonde locks flying, lilac eyes that shone like gemstones, in a beat up leather jacket that ended at the elbows, showing off remarkably sculpted forearms that certainly looked like they’d give good hugs- crass her soulmate might be, true, but she also happened to be gorgeous, making Weiss a little more inclined to give the whole ‘soulmate mark’ concept more than her annoyance and contempt.

However, aside from being taken off guard by the woman’s looks, Weiss still had to bone to pick with her supposed soulmate, grabbing at her sleeve and pulling it back to show the mark that had essentially mandated she never wear anything other than long sleeves around polite company. “Do you have any idea what it’s like walking around with a mark like this?”

“Oh, you think that’s bad? Check this out.” Without wasting another second, the woman stopped in front of Weiss and reached up, grabbing the collar of her yellow shirt and ripping it.

Right.

Down.

The.

Middle.

And that brought to light three very important things.

One, her soulmate had decent tastes in undergarments. Two, she had the sort of abs that cosmically demanded to have something grinding against them. Three...

... the very, very long wall of neat white script curling across her chest and halfway down her abdomen, the words much smaller than what Weiss had on her arm to accommodate the sheer amount of space required, because apparently her soulmate had been within earshot since she’d started her tirade regarding the movie.

Blake elbowed her side under the guise of pulling out her scroll, stepping away to give Weiss a modicum of privacy with her soulmate- not that she needed the prompt, of course, she wasn’t uncivilized, but still- and pretended to be engrossed in checking her messages.

"You are really hard to stop when you get rollin’, anyone ever tell you that?” The blonde quirked a brow, completely nonplussed standing there with the tattered remnants of her shirt and jacket providing minimum modesty.

“It’s... been mentioned before,” she replied, scrounging for something to say. “So you’ve-”

“Had a novella tattooed across my chest my whole life? Now that you mention it, yeah, I have.” She set her hands on her hips. “And I’ve gone to every book adaptation movie released in the past ten years, thinkin’ I might meet you at one, and, I gotta tell ya- I liked most of them.” A shrug. “Yeah, sure, they aren’t masterpieces, but some of ‘em were quirky, or did one thing really well, or were just entertaining for their own sake, and I kept thinkin’ I was gonna run into you at one I liked and we’d get into this whole fight and, for all they say about soulmates being destined and all that, I have literally no desire to be shackled to someone who’s just gonna tear down the things I like, nuh uh, destiny can bite me, I don’t give a shit.” And even though they hardly knew each other- didn’t at all, really- Weiss found herself holding her breath and hoping her verbal evisceration hadn’t entirely ruined her chances of at least getting to know the woman. “But, the first time I saw this one, I knew- I thought to myself ‘oh, fuck me, this is it, this is the piece of shit my soulmate’s gonna go bonkers over, I’ve found it’, and so I- like an idiot- bought tickets to, and sat through, that piece of hot garbage forty-seven times, just to make sure I didn’t miss you.” Apparently out of steam, lilac eyes darted away for a moment as she reached up to run a hand through her hair, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “So, uh... I guess what I’m getting at is... hi, my name’s Yang, that movie was awful, so do you... want to talk about how bad it sucked some more? Maybe over dinner or a milkshake or...”

Weiss crossed her arms over her chest, head tilting in incredulity. “You saw this how many times?” Then she waved a hand. “No matter; clearly, you’re dedicated, you have good enough sense to recognize terrible when it presents itself to you, and you’re strong enough to endure torture for sustained periods of time.” 

Turning, she prepared to excuse herself from the rest of the evening but found her best friend to be... nowhere in sight, and her scroll buzzing in her purse likely provided the answer to the question of where she went.

If you don’t know how her abs feel by the end of the night, I am renouncing our friendship. Have fun. <3 -B

“Cheek little-” Rolling her eyes, she dropped the device back into her bag and offered a hand. “I’m Weiss. It’s nice to finally meet the foul mouthed heathen I’ve been looking for.”

Yang’s lips quirked up into a smirk. “Yeah, kinda glad I found the critic with a set of iron lungs, too.”

Slipping her arm into the crook of the blonde’s elbow, she turned them both towards the other side of the parking lot where a restaurant sat- not nearly as high class as she’d normally choose, but the proximity and ease with which they could reach it trumped her personal scale at present. That, and a table between them would help keep her from getting distracted. “How about I start making it up to you for suffering through all those showings?”

Much to her surprise, Yang fully meant it when she invited the woman to continue trashing the movie, and had a couple of thoughtful points of her own to address. For being just about the last thing she’d expected from her soulmate, Weiss had to admit... she actually rather liked it.

[soulsolid-a]

god mentioned a few times @ edwards but jus,,,,, thinks ab brook in the context of swordsman