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[moxfirefly]

Heyyoo!! We probably have met before in the comment sections😂 i never knew its youu!!! May i too req some??👉👈🥺. I just watched hellboy last night and im swooon🥴. May i have some hellboy reader smut? You can pour the WHOLE smut juice on this🤪🥴

This shit is my bread and butter broh. So I’m going with Harbour!Hellboy cause he my guy 🖤

Rated Explicit (18+)

For the longest time you were aware how dangerous this job could be.

Fighting monsters wasn’t just a moniker placed below the B.P.R.D to state the obvious. Close calls were always going to hang over your head.

They would hang over Hellboy’s head as well.

So when that close call comes in the shape of a nest of vampires that quite literally almost ate you alive, the adrenaline spikes in your body.

He took care of them naturally with you yourself doing your best to make sure he lives through it. The craziness and chaos leaves every nerve ending of you and Hellboy’s bodies vibrating for what seems forever.

So it doesn’t surprise you when you both get back to the rented out house turned HQ in Serbia and basically jump Hellboy. The tensions always been there, the looks have been looked and the small brushes of flesh have been brushed. Hellboy holds you close, muck and blood still evident in the two of you but ignored in favor for a heated kiss.

Your body feels like a live wire left on a puddle. Every dip and turn of Hellboy’s mouth on yours zapping away the memories of almost perishing alongside with him. The hallway to the bedroom is deprived of life but the two of you aren’t going to make it there. Your chest rises and falls as you un loop your belt and the clatter of weapons fall on the wood floor. You leave Hellboy’s mouth with a hard suck on his bottom lip and walk backwards discarding clothing.

Your jacket falls with a loud thud, blood splatter and dirt, your jeans come off in desperate kicks and something primal is seen in Hellboy’s gaze as he stalks you. His own large coat left behind, his own belt falling, the unbuttoning and zip of his pants. You connect with a wall and you gasp when he rushes towards you and traps you.

The desire lingers with the grime and dirt, there’s a cut on his shoulder, there’s bruises on your knees.

The two of you could care less.

It’s going to be dirty and hard and needy because that’s how you both feel. The rush of endorphins from a fight, the lust for life at surviving. You let him hook his fingers at the waistband of your underwear, the scrape of his stone thumb contrasting with his more human like hand. He slides the garment inch by frustrating inch.

Hellboy’s golden eyes never leave yours. A breath you weren’t aware you held escapes you when he presses his forehead to yours.

“I want you, I fucking want you right now” It’s husky, against your lips and god you’re obscenely wet already just from it.

“Fuck me, please” You press your groin against his and the outline of his cock makes your mouth water.

Hellboy swiftly picks you up by the waist with his stone hand and keeps you pressed against that very wall. He sneaks a hand down inbetween the two of you to pull out his hard cock. “Slow, ok? Gonna go slow for you” He mutters against your lips as he sinks into you. The pressure alone robs you of your breath briefly, your eyes squeeze tight and your body tries not to tense up for him. He slides inch by fucking inch and you’re gone.

Your arms wrap around his neck once he’s bottomed out inside of you and it destroys you when he sighs in absolute relief. “God, baby” He growls and thrusts up causing you to yelp and roll your eyes back into your skull.

He’s going to fuck every notion and concept of understanding from you. Hellboy groans, every smack of your back against the wall caused by his movements. He feels territorial, he wants to lay claim to you, so he fucks you deeply and with purpose. The anger leaves a delicious burn and every upward thrust is felt.

“Of fuck, red! Shit-please!” You moan against his ear, you brain feels lightheaded. A rush that makes you bite down on his neck and in turn makes Hellboy’s hips stutter. Time either stops or acelarates but it’s a limbo you welcome to float in so long as he continues to drive into you like it’s the end of the world.

You throw your head back when he hits your g spot and it’s lights out. Your brain turns off and you let your body go and take you where it wants to be taken. Hellboy drives harder, his eyes bewitched by your intoxicated display. “Come on baby, for me, do it for me” Each word is annunciated by his thrust and how can you say no?

Cumin with his cock deeply buried inside of you, a shudder and tightening that enhances and prolongs it. Drunk, drunk is the only way to explain the feeling. You go so rigid and impossibly tight that you milk him for everything he’s worth. Hellboy groans, face buried in your neck, hands tight on you.

The last you remember is the two of you breathing so very hard.

[justasimplesinner]

Hey!! Can you do a hc/fic with Walter kovacs x reader who was a customer at his shop but she wasnt like others, she treated him with kindness and she was diff from others?

sorry this took so long, i've been hella busy lately!

Walter Kovacs with a tailor shop customer hcs:

first time you came in, he didn't think much of it - you weren't the first one insistent on talking to him and disrupting his work. it didn't matter that you weren't criticizing him and instead asking about his day - you were still only a nuisance

but then you became a regular. you always had something to patch up, you helped your neighbours by bringing their clothes, too, so by the end of every week you were there with a handful of clothes to fix and a few new designs to order

it wouldn't be so special to Walter, there were a few regulars - the difference was, however, that you never faltered in asking him about his day, how he was doing or even if the weather was to his liking. the difference was that you never faltered despite his initial responses which consisted strictly of grunts and hums and the occassional 'yes' or 'no'.

you just came into his shop, weekly, shining brighter than the sun and bothered him persistently. few weeks in, you started bringing coffee - he never asked you for coffee. or anything. he couldn't comprehend why would you bring him that. or a batch of cookies you once baked. but as time progressed more and more, he found himself spoiled by you every week

first time you brought him coffee, he refused with a harsh "I didn't ask for this" but you left it for him anyway. it was cold by the time he looked at it again but he downed it nonetheless

he never asked anything of you, but as time progressed, he started being less hesitant to accept your little gifts, be it a warm beverage or a pack of sweets. in fact - although he'd never in his life admit that to anyone, not even himself - he kind of liked it. he appreciated the fact that you went out of your way to do something for someone else, for him of all people, just because you thought he deserved it for his work. he was used to people being selfish, demanding and critical of what he did and then suddenly you jump in and thank him

better yet, there were times where you came just because. you had no buisness with him, nothing to sew, nothing to fix, and yet you still came in. simply to talk over coffee and some baked goods. not because you needed something from him but because you wanted to. and he didn't throw you out

he didn't realize how used he has gotten to your presence until one night, you just... didn't show up. every Friday you were there with hot coffee and a sweet and then suddenly you weren't. and at the worst time, too - luck had it the clerk at a shop he frequented gave him an extra doughnut for some unknown reason and for once in his life he had something to offer you in return - and you just don't show up

he didn't want to admit that he was worried, but his mind immediately jumped to the worst scenarios - you were mugged, or worse, kidnapped, or worse, killed - and it was purely by impulse that he checked your past orders in his shop for your information and walked down to your block first thing after closing much too early, fully expecting to see police officers swarming your building

what he got instead was you, all fine and dandy, with a plethora of bags hanging from your form as you were stumbling across the street to your building. and he lingered there, looking at you with relief a second too long to get away nice and easy

the moment you spotted him, your face brightened up as you marched over straight to him, so happy to see him, asking him what he's doing around these parts of the city when he should be at work. and before he could stop himself, a simple question fell from his lips, interrupting you

"why didn't you come?"

it took you aback a little, that one of voice. he almost sounded mad. like he missed you. like he was awaiting you.

you'd lie if you said it didn't warm your heart when the realization settled in. he liked you coming over. you weren't as much of a nuisance as one might've thought. and so, with a quick explanation that you got held up at work and a sudden wave of bravery, you asked him to come over to your place. it was, after all, just a few steps way

walter had no idea what pushed him to take you up on your offer. what he knew, however, was that he'd never forget that evening. the evening when an unexpected friendship began and really turned his life upside down in the best of ways

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Can you give me your fandom list??

yup! 

-Harry Potter

-Star Wars

-Marvel Cinematic Universe

-Batman Universe

-Voltron

-Hetalia

-Naruto

-Black Butler

-Mystic Messenger

-Homestuck/Hiveswap

-Pokemon

-Ace Attorney

-The Witcher 3/Witcher: Thronebreaker

-Persona 5 only

-Disney Films

-Phantom of the Opera

-Buzzfeed Unsolved (no matchups please only headcanons or fics!)

-Danganronpa (All Games)

-My Hero Academia (not caught up with the  manga, only the anime)

-Fire Emblem Awakening, FE Fates, and FE Echoes

-Life is Strange

-Vampyr

-TAZ  (The Adventure Zone)

-The Alienist

-Dream Daddy

-The Arcana

-Queen (Bohemian Rapshody Movie Verse Only)

-Into the Spiderverse

-Monster Prom

-Kingdom Hearts (III Only)

-The Dragon Prince

-Devil May Cry

-Mob Psycho 100

-The Umbrella Academy

-She-ra: Princesses of Power

-Devilman Crybaby

-Akash: Path of the Five

-One Punch Man

-Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

-Hunter x Hunter

-Bungou Stray Dogs

-Nanbaka

-RWBY

-Hellsing: Ultimate

-AI: The Sominium Files

-Zelda: Breath of the Wild

-Demon Slayer

-Fruits Basket

-Jojo (Parts 1-5)

-Shall We Date? Obey Me!

-Yakuza 0, Kiwami, and Kiwami 2

-Legend of Kora (Adult original ATLA characters included)

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30💫💖

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

I uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... litterally have no names in mind LOL

I’m not one to usually seek out to message people and make friends, to be quite honest. Friendships and interactions happen on their own, and things build up from there. I don’t like forcing myself for something that might result in a bad outcome (HAH, I blame some bad experiences on my part for that...). So, myeah, I suck at keeping up with people - unless there’s a good connection going on.

This fandom is great though, not gonna lie. I just don’t want to hurt myself, especially knowing my anxiety. I will always be friendly and welcoming, that’s for sure.

[the-virgoperspective]

Waiitt😳 you're taking md req😍??? TAKE MINE PLEASE❤🙈!!! Pisces sun-scorpio moon-virgo rising-pisces venus- aquarius mercury-scorpio mars. Hope i didn't overload you, sorry😅

ITS POSTED BBY!! 😂 I hope you like it and enjoy the rest of your day/evening ♥️✨

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Leo, scuse me while i simp

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[justasimplesinner]

OMGGGG MAY I ASK FOR RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR WALTER KOVACS?/RORSCHACH???????????

omfgg YES YES YOU CAN

whenever i see rorschach my heart just goes

Walter Kovacs relationship hcs:

okay, first, let me just say that you're stepping into some serious shit if you want to pursue a relationship with walter out of all people

it takes a lot of patience. and i mean A FUCKING LOT. you have to be patient when first meeting him, you have to be patient when pursuing him, you have to be patient once you enter a relationship with him

you need to know how fucking special you are to him if he's ready for something like this with you

he's going to have doubts and a lot of boundaries and it's up to you to slowly introduce him to the idea of loving and being loved

there's not a lot of affection nor any words of affirmation, especially at first. he's very closed off and repressed, and the times when he even initiates anything are really scarce

he's Rorschach, what other people call mask is his face, what other people call face is his mask, but with you - with you he's Walter. with you his mask is his real face, because with you he doesn't have to pretend, he doesn't have to think, he doesn't have to worry about evil because you're good

don't expect him coming to you when injured because he almost never will - that's what he has Dan for. you're not a part of his life as Rorschach, you're a part of his life as Walter and he desperately wants to keep you away from all the filth the city's underbelly has to offer

don't ask him about what he does at night, don't pry into it - it's not that he doesn't trust you, he just wants to protect you. he wants to know that you're here to be his anchor to reality, he wants to know that you're here when he feels like he's losing himself and needs a reminder that there's life outside of crime, he wants to have this assurance that your beauty won't be tainted by the horrors of the world

he leads a double life, one of those is ridding the world of criminals, the other is you. you're his whole life outside of being a vigilante

god i'm getting deep with those, let me offer something a little lighter, more domestic: first off, he tries to take care of himself better. for you. he uses your shower, tries to always be clean whenever you're around, dirt washed off, teeth brushed and all that. thanks to you, he doesn't look (or smell) like a homeless person anymore

date nights are few and far in between, but there are times where he will take you to dinner. he wants to do something for you in return for all that you give him and he saw a lot of couples going on dates like those - it's his only reference, he has no idea what to do in a relationship but he's trying his best

he's not very talkative, and the trauma from when he found out about that little girl and what happened to her in his early years as Rorschach stunted him a little, so sometimes it looks like he's illiterate or severly damaged because he doesn't express himself as eloquently as he used to, but he's a great listener. he loves listening to you ranting on things, be it about how rude that lady in the bus was to you or your political beliefs

he's very reluctant, even disgusted at first whenever you touch him, but after some time he realises that you're not some dirty, perverted whore like his mother was, your touch doesn't bring filth and defilement - your touch is good. it's the good kind. you bring love and peace and comfort and you don't want anything from him, you don't expect anything. you touch him because you love him and you want to show it and it really opens his eyes

after that, he's more prone to cuddling, just... holding each other close. if it was anybody else touching him, he'd be disgusted, he'd rip off both their fucking arms and beat them with them, but when your body is close to his, he feels whole.

one the rare nights where he doesn't leave, before you go to sleep he always whispers 'i love you'. more often than not, it's barely hearable, but it's still there. he won't hold you at night, he won't cuddle with you, but he'll sleep with his back just barely touching yours, just to remind himself that you're still there, to remind you that he hasn't left

and whenever he has to leave for the night, whenever he has to put his other face on again, he'll always kiss your forhead as a goodbye

gOD FUCK that’s a lot, sorry for that lmao

i just love this mans so much i couldn’t help myself

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Well all my zodiac placements have been asked so ill go with my crushes now. Virgo??

Aww yisss !!

Virgo: are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

Oh gosh I am very critical. Most of the time I hate what I write, but I guess the more I do it, the better I get. I’m mostly critical when writing in English since it’s not my first language and I reaaaally don’t want to mess up too much x’D I tend to edit a lot while in the process of writing.... and then once I publish, I always find those stupid errors here and there and I tend to edit afterward :’D I cringe a lot LOL

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Anyway heres some more self-insert

Yep, heres some leonardo without his mask, training. Its really rough but meh. Also im not that pretty, he on the other hand is 👀

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Also heres the reference

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[justasimplesinner]

Oo now i want a fic that is kinda based on my life. Rorschach with a reader who is like an angel and princess, full of hope and dreams and helps everyone. And she hasn't faced the dark side of the world that walter has faced. Imagine they are in a relationship and only knows walter but hasnt seen rorschach yet.

this let me experiment a little with the pov and i really enjoyed writing this, so thank you sm for requesting!

Rorschach with a pure, innocent reader:

         And idiot - that's what you were. A reckless idiot. He told you, he fucking told you so many times to never go out at night. To never stay late at work . To never step your damn foot out of your house after dusk.

Not unless he was around.

And what you did? Exactly the oppsite of what he begged of you every day. And now he had to hear your screams.

His legs moved on their own accord, immediately running in the direction of your shouts. Your shouts. Out of all people, it was you getting hurt out there. Out of all people, he had to save you. Because he failed.

Failed to protect you from this filthy city.

And because of him, because of his failure, his incomptence, you were there. In that alley. With a man twice your size. With his hands not where they should be.

Hands that were broken before Rorschach could realize what he was doing. Twisted and turned, popping with satisfying cracks, bones protruding and piercing the skin, blood seeping.

In that one moment, all Rorschach could see was bloody red. Red puring from every cut, following every punch. Red splashing his hands, his face and the walls. Exploding all over. And only when he felt no movement whatsoever under his fingertips, only when his vision returned and he felt human again did he see what he really did. Only then he saw red again - this time, on you. Red dots littering your clothes, your skin like the plague. Red dots tainting what was once clean. Pure. Innocent. Covering your beauty with the worst filth this world had to offer.

Because of him. He did that. He baptised you with the filth and grim he wanted to protect you from. He did what he was most afraid of since the moment you stepped into his life.

How could he protect you from this city if he couldn't even protect you from himself?

– T-Thank y-... – and you almost dared to thank him for it. Because you didn't know. Because you had no idea.

But he did. He knew. And knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself after this.

– Home. – he growled, fists clenching as he quickly hid them in his pockets, away from your view.

– Wha-...

– Go. Home! – he practically roared at you and felt his heart break as he saw you flinching at him. At the tone of his voice. He only hurt you more now. – Shouldn't be out here in the first place. Go! – nothing could make things better. Not a softer tone of voice, not encouraging you to get back home quicker, nothing.

He failed and hurt you and there was nothing to justify it. He showed you that face of his and there was no going back now. Fat chances were you'd never realize. You'd never know. But he'd do.

He'd have to look at you and know what he did. Every single day. And watching you quickly rush out of the alley, making sure you'd get home safely - he wasn't sure if he could do that.

         Next morning, when he knocked on your door, you were still in your sleepwear. He came to you first thing after he got off for the night. To see if you were alright, see how much damage he's done the night before.

– Walter. I-, come in, come in! I didn't expect you so early. – you were surprised to see him, and no wonder. He never came this early.

Thank god you'd never throw him out. Thank god you'd never question to him. Thank god you trusted him. Despite everything.

When he came in, he never moved far, only stood besides the door, just looking at you. Looking at how tired you seemed. How fatigued. How shook. Still shook after last night. You probably didn't sleep much.

Fucking damn it.

– Would you like coffee? I could make you breakfast, too, I'm sure you haven't eaten anything. – and yet, even now, even after everything, you went out of your way to be kind to him. To offer him anything and everything. To take care of him. Even after he failed you so.

He shook his head, fists clenching in his pockets like just a few hours ago.

– Came to see you. – he mumbled, but you've become an expert at catching what he was saying all the time. He could whisper and you'd hear him amongst the busiest of crowds. You always listened and always answered.

– Thank you. – you whispered and he almost scowled at the words. But he kept still. Even when you ventured closer, so close that if he just leaned in a little, your forheads would be touching. – I-... I really need it right now. 

He could see it in your eyes - the desperation. Desperation for closeness. Touch. His closeness and his touch. And he had no strength to deny you. Not even his own disgust at himself and at how you'd want him to touch you after everything couldn't stop him from pulling his hands out of his pockets.

That was the only invitation you needed to wrap those soft, caring arms around him as your body tried to cuddle as close into his as it physically could. He felt your every squeeze and every little tremor going through your body as you tried not to break down in front of him despite the fact you knew he'd always listen. Because you never wanted to bother him, to overwhelm him, to burden him.

He came here with one intent and one intent only. He came here to make sure you were protected. To make sure you never had to face the horrors of this world. To make sure you never had to face him again after what he'd done.

But he was too weak. You made him weak. You made his heart soar and thunder and his skin crave the touch he so despised.

How could he just leave you there?

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