#xlmonster-mashlx

[delving-verilly]

Life with Eddie

You’re up to your eyeballs in work again. It’s a hard life being a responsible adult. Or at least a semi responsible one. Your darling hubby Eddie has your back. Even if he ain’t the scrawny, yet toned and honed kid anymore and he’s looking more like a DILF than ever. It makes you laugh when you think he’d be giving old school Hopper a run for his money in the dad-bod department.

He appears around the corner, playing with you as if he were still the crazy freak of old. Long ruffled curls appearing around the corner of the wall, just eyes and fingers covered in rings. He’s just made you a coffee but wants a laugh out of you first.

He’s such a goofball, you can’t help but look up from your computer and smile at him. He drives you nuts sometimes but you still love him now just as much as you did way back when you two were rebels and ratbags. You still have the nose ring and he just has a few more tatts. He works as a roadie now. Setting up pyros and sets when he gets the call for gigs in Indy.

It keeps him sane where he gets to blow shit up and listen to loud music, blow off some steam then come home and play happy families with you and your son. He was headed out that afternoon and spots an opportunity to butter you up for some ‘snuggle’ time before he goes. The coffee is his way of instigating it.

You beckon him over to the table where you’re perched. He brings the mug and gently places it down before you - doing his overly dramatic bow, still fully immersed in fantasy and role play. The boys of Hellfire still meeting up once a month for an at least 8 hour campaign. The last one went for 24 hours straight. All the partners knew better than to complain.

He sneaks behind you and starts massaging your shoulders, pulls your hair aside and nuzzles the area where your neck meets your shoulder into the wide downward slope.

He leaves a trail of smokey breath like he always did. Murmuring what he is going to do to you. No resolve, the laptop is closed and you let him lace his fingers between yours and giggling like school kids he leads you off into the bedroom.

For you @xlmonster-mashlx and @imnomotherimnobride

[eddiefnmunson]

Can I get another swinging bear hug pretty please? I rather like those! 😁 Life has been interesting this end thanks for asking. As Bowie once sang “ Ch Ch Ch changes”. But I turn and face the strange on a daily basis it seems anyway. What’s news your end? Let’s cuddle and you can fill me if that’s ok.

"Sure thing... alleyooooooop" lifts up swinging around. Arms wrapped all the way around the outside of your upper arms, swinging your legs like a ragdoll. Then puts you back down and continues the hug, stepping from one foot to the other. "This one is the dancing bear. So my life? Well things are going okay actually. I have a missus - so have to let you know that one up front in case you don't know, cos some don't and that always has the propensity to get little ol' Eddie the Friendly in trouble. Nah she's the sweetest. Bear hugs I think have clearance, so I can dish out those like candy. Otherwise, the band is still going. We're kinda waiting at the moment on hearing back from a bar in Indy that might be interested in having us do a gig or two to trial a more stable night. That would mean we might actually end up with a crowd of *gasp* semi sober music fans rather than the 5 drunks who frequent our local gigs. Ha, Gareth broke a stick the other day at rehearsal. That was freakin' impressive. Dude totally missed the crash and caught it on the rim of one of the toms and it just exploded! Almost took Jeffro's eye out." He pauses to think for a moment. One eye squished shut. "Oh! And I got to work on a sweet old '69 Pontiac GP today. Fuck, what a machine. Day made. Looked like the devil mobile. Big ol' grill pointed at the middle. I got a pic somewhere. Hang on." scrolls through super secret hidden mobile phone his darling @xlmonster-mashlx got him from the 'future'. "Here!"

"Sweet huh?...

[gingerisaspice]

*raises hand* What are your thoughts on David Harbour's portrayal of Hellboy, the new film's incarnation of him, and the fact he was constantly pestering (I mean that in a loving way) Mike Mignola over the phone to make sure he got it right?

David has an intimate understanding and respect for Hellboy even going to far as to call his inner struggle Shakespearean in an interview, and that’s how I knew DH was gonna do a good job. 

I liked that he knew he had big shoes to fill since so many love Ron Perlman’s portrayal, so it really showed he cared about doing a good job by the story of him asking Mignola so many questions

[moxfirefly]

I am a thirsty AF B* and have two prompts for you. First one? S/O walking on Hellboy having ahem, 'alone time'. Second one? ....You know the second one. It's based on that new piece of art out for Big Red. HAVE FUN I LOVE YOU BYE

Habits

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Everyone’s a creature of habit. Yourself included of course. Routines or rituals that one abides to.

In your case you were in the habit of always waking up last. You also liked laying in bed well after waking. Scrolling through your phone or simply just resting on the comfortable bed beneath you.

Most times Hellboy woke first and didn’t wish to disturb you. He’d hit the shower or get a quick workout or bring back some breakfast for the two of you.

On this particular morning you heard the shower running. You’d stretched out, hearing every vertebrae snap and cursing your bad sleeping habits. You’d picked up the first discarded shirt you found, his of course, and thrown it on.

It was a short few steps to get to the bathroom section of the room. the bright lights in there always managed to blind your eyes. The Steam was evident and the water was loud as you stuck the tooth brush in your mouth. You ran your other hand across the glass to tell Red something about breakfast.

Mid brush and barely a single phrase out you went wide eyed.

What was the protocol again for when you catch your boyfriend jacking off?

Part of it was embarrassment on your behalf that left you unable to say something. The other half was seriously just enjoying the view.

Water cascading down him always left you a mess. The way he rested his forehead against his stone forearm while his left gripped and stroked his cock. The well practiced motions, the habit of always gripping the base and gently squeezing.

Do you say something now? Do you keep staring there squeezing your legs together a little more than necessary?

You bit down on your toothbrush when he leaned back giving you a better view. He was so hard, and judging by how he picked up the pace he was chasing release.

“I think this is where you offer me a hand” His voice snapped you out of the trance. You looked up at him and saw that shit eating grin that drove you up the wall. “I’m- sorry!” You turned quickly spitting out toothpaste and embarrassment pretty much.

“So you’re not offering that hand?” He half yelled over the noise of the shower. You stood there red as crimson knowing full well this was only making it better for him. By the time you reached the bed he’d shut off the shower and you could hear dripping. “I’m-ok I didn’t mean to intrude but I-“ You turned around to apologize but were met with a very naked half demon.

“...I rather offer something else than a hand” He wanted to be, for lack of a better word, cocky? Then so could you. He raised a brow as you took off the shirt, hand going back to his memeber and slowly stroking. “C’mere then” He beckoned you as you went. Your hand gripped his wrist as you knelt down.

He was dripping all over the floor and the droplets felt warm against your skin, on your tongue as you engulfed him to the best of your abilities. The soft groan that left him encouraged you, your nails scratching the backs of his thighs made him shiver. You bobbed your head, taking him till you gagged just a little. “Easy easy, don’t hurt that pretty throat” His hand cupped your face, thumb running down your jaw as you did your best to suck him off.

You released him and stuck out your tongue and you could’ve sworn he whined. He gripped his cock gave your tongue a few lewd taps, loving how precum and drool fell. “Im not wasting a good load like this” Your lips felt a little swollen and the wetness between your thighs was unbereable. He sat on the bed, and you got the message instantly as you quickly got up and straddled him. “Eager? Watching me got you this hot huh y/n?”

Cocky bastard.

You pushed him down and positioned yourself above his cock and slowly pushed yourself down on him. “Fuck” You breathed out as you settled, hands on his chest. He gripped your waist thrusting upwards and absolutely loving your yelp of surprise. “Go on, ride me good baby” Hellboy gripped your rear and gave it a smack with his left hand. He knows how much that drives you mad.

Your hips moved and the angle itself would be your undoing. Like this he hit every nerve and spot just perfectly and while his size was tricky it helped intensify the pleasure like this. You thrusted down on him not expecting to be the moaning mess you could hear yourself becoming.

True to his demand you rode him. True to your skill he was absolutely becoming a mess beneath you.

Hellboy had a habit of indicating it too. He sat up still holding you tightly and began to fuck upwards losing himself to a rhythm. His mouth found your breast as you moaned out his name. Tongue swirling around your nipple as he met you thrust for thrust. “Oh g-god” You were a stuttering mess by now, hips erratically moving, hands gripping a chunks of his hair as he thrusted up. You felt his thumb on your clit and that was your undoing.

It was one of those orgasms where you get dizzy. Where you go stiff as a board and your head swims and your voice cracks. Hellboy presses his face against your chest as he erratically thrust up and cums in you with a growl that’s lost against your skin. You fall backwards with him, feeling sticky warmth drip out of you and steam against your body.

You could get into this morning habit.

[lwtficrecs]

• fic/masterlist | author name | last chapter read | type of au | *** (means smut) If you see *** it means there is 18+ content in that fic. please respect the authors wishes and be over 18 to view it. Also a strikethrough means the story has non or dubious consent and read at your own discretion. lastly if you find any mistakes please put it in the notes or message me or put it in my inbox. i read a lot so there were a bunch of links and things get mixed lol :)

Steve Rogers  + Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes  + Thor Odinson & Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark 

Billion Dollar Man Masterlist | @angelicthor​ | 2/15? |***

Thor Odinson

Bus Stop | @starkonic | college au

Yale | @starkonic​

Drabble: Thor with his Newborn Baby | @avengerscompound​

Headcanon: Being Loki’s and Thor’s Little Sister Who has Healing and Plant Powers | @headcanoning247​

I Love You | @straightouttaneptune​ | endgame!thor

Not So Bad | @thebookwormslytherin​ | endgame!thor

Soft to be Strong | @padmeamiala​ | endgame!thor

Thor and Bucky

Headcanon: Having a Poly Relationship with Thor and Bucky Would Include | @avengerscompound​

Taking Chances Series Masterlist | @bionic-buckyb​ | 5/5? | roommate au

Loki Odinson

Pure Sin | @carefreebarnes | i/ii?

time limits us | @oofjustanothermcufan

Polaris (other links here) | @lokimostly​ | ch. 7/14? | pirate au

The Hand That Feeds | @darkficsyouneveraskedfor | dark!loki | ***

Imagine: Loki Diguises Himself to find True Love | @imagine-loki​

Himmeløyne | @scribeofmorpheus​ | ch. 6/7? | ***

At Arms Length | @myattemptatfanfic​ | 

Dirty Secrets Masterlist | @myattemptatfanfic​ | 12/12?

Imagine: Being from Asgard but hiding on Earth and becoming an Avenger when your family wants to marry you of instead... | @myriadimagines​

Thor Odinson & Loki Odinson

Drabble: Loki’s Good Girl | @sherrybaby14​ | ***

Headcanons: Dick Speculation for Thor and Loki | @emilyevanston​ | ***

Hellboy

Headcanon: Most attractive trait | @clownistyping 

Anung Un Rama NS*W Headcanons | @turnmeonbigreddevilman | ***

Headcanon: Hellboy Body Massage Headcanons | @mermaidmundane

Friday Nights with Hellboy | @marveltoon 

Drabble: Hellboy x angel!reader | @clownistyping

Roughness | @hagelpaimon | ***

Drabble: Mermaid!reader, 2 | @clownistyping

Headcanons: Hellboy crushing on someone who is already dating someone else | @whiskehorange 

Headcanon: Hellboy Marking You with His Teeth | @howlingwolfqueen | ***

Headcanon: With a s/o Who is a Werewolf | @whiskehorange | 

Headcanon: Hellboy with a s/o Who Has an Infant Daughter | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanon: Hellboy Bonding with His Baby | @hellboyxreader 

Highball, Highstakes | @fvckyeahfanfics 

Headcanon: Hellboy and Breeding Kink | @whiskehorange | ***

Thanks, Red... | @ohhey-mishamigosx 

Hellboy Drunk Headcanons | @mermaidmundane

Imagine Dating Hellboy and Revealing That You Are the Next Enchantress | @thedailyimagines

Headcanons: Going on a Date with Hellboy | @xlmonster-mashlx

Domestic Hellboy Headcanon | @xlmonster-mashlx | 

Headcanons: Super Affectionate/ Bodyworhsipping s/o | @xlmonster-mashlx

Keep Me Warm | @ohhey-mishamigosx

Headcanon: HB React to a Mutant Dark Phoenix s/o, with Difficulties Dealing with Them | @clownistyping 

Anung un Rama N*FW Headcanons | @turnmeonbigreddevilman | ***

Headcanons: Hellboy Having a Wet Dream | @turnmeonbigreddevilman | ***

Hellboy Kink List NSFW 10 Count | @babesaipen | ***

Nuada

Headcanon: Sleep | @newmooneyfanfiction 

Drabble: Soulmate Who is Red’s Adopted Sister | @thecodenamesred

Nuada x Jealous Queen | @mermaidmundane

Nuada Falling in Love with a Princess | @onefunnyshadow​

Peter Parker

Daises | @starktonyx | soulmate AU 

Late Night Save | @starkonic​

Time | @starkonic​

Eddie Brock/Venom

Hurt | @inkteller-17 

Headcanon: Dating Eddie Brock Would Include... | @obscure-imagines​

The Monster | @sexy-monster-fucker​​ | 1/?

Oh My God They Were Roommates | @dumbbitchenergytm​ | soulmate au

Headcanon: Dating Eddie Brock Would Include | @pinesol-babey​

Headcanon: Imagine Being Eddie’s Journalism Partner | @marvelshitposting​

Headcanon: NSFW | @thorsthot​ | ***

The Girl of My Dreams Masterlist | @bad--bad--man​ | 6/6 | ***

My Neighbor is a Monster | @bad--bad--man​ | 4/5 | ***

Headcanon: There’s Another | @sexy-monster-fucker​ | ***

Concept: You riding Eddie... | @sexy-monster-fucker​ | ***

Knight in Black Armor | @sexy-monster-fucker​ | ***

Imagine Eddie Brock Obsessing Over You, 2 | @sinningingeneral 

Chocolate & Pleasure | @skatedate67791​ | ***

Imagine running into Venom in a Dark Alley..., 2 | @a-blushing-mess | ***

President of the Villain Committee | @littlemessyjessi​

Off Limits, 2 | @bwvyne​ 

A Little Taste | @advesperascits​ | ***

Detour | @its-negans-lucille​

Tom Hiddleston 

Spring | @the-minus-four | ***

Wade Wilson 

Crosswalk | @starkonic 

Natasha Romanoff

Drabble: Natasha Catching the Reader Masturbating Smut | @propertyofpoeandbucky​ | ***

Carol Danvers

Headcanon: Having a Baby with Carol Danvers | @avengerscompound​

Scott Lang​

Headcanon: Having a Baby with Scott Lang | @avengerscompound​ 

Peter Parker 

Rooftops | @bucky-at-bedtime​ 

Tom Holland 

Shell | @a-blog-of-fandoms-and-writing​

Pietro Maximoff 

Headcanon: Marrying Pietro Maximoff Would Include: | @emilyevanston​

Logan Hewlett (Wolverine)

Headcanon: Dick Speculation | @emilyevanston​ | ***

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

Headcanon: Dick Speculation | @emilyevanston​ | ***

Headcanon: Dating Gambit | @emilyevanston​ 

Kurt Wagner 

Imagine: Falling in Love with Nightcrawler | @silentwaters4​

Multiple Characters

Headcanons: Secret admirer letters | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Hellboy, Nuada, Abe with a Harpy!reader | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Hellboy and Nuada with a Demigod!reader | @onefunnyshadow 

Headcanons: Hellboy, Abe and Nuada with an s/o Who is Sick but Refuses to Rest | @long-cosmos-overhead 

Headcanons: Liz, HB, Abe and Nuada with an s/o that Sacrifices Themselves for Them | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Nuada, Jason, Tiffany, and HB with a Very Shy and Submissive Reader | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Michael Myers. Hellboy, Abe and Nuada with a Blind s/o | @whiskehorange

Headcanons: Nuada and Hellboy s/o with a Cat Familiar | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: HB, Thranduil, Venom and Nuada with an s/o that Freaks Out and has a Panic Attack During Sexy Time and uses the Safe Word | @onefunnyshadow | ***

Headcanons: Nuada, Abe And Hellboy Accidentally Hurting Their S/o | @long-cosmos-overhead

Avengers Preferences- When They’re Jealous | @celebrites-imagines |

Avengers and the Birth of their Child | @avengerscompound​

Nuada, Abe and Hellboy Accidentally Hurting Their s/o | @long-cosmos-overhead​

Avengers Headcanons/Imagines: Weaponry | 

Character x Character

Don’t Go Alone | @starkonic​

[imtherain]

Broken Dress

HEYO

So guess who finally finished this? IT WAS ME. I hope it’s worth the wait, I even added a silly little bonus at the end! Thank you for your patience and I promise I’m working on the other requests I have still. I haven’t forgotten you.

this all started with @shadowclawstudio88​ requesting Jewelry and Sass (https://imtherain.tumblr.com/post/184348804313/jewelry-and-sass)

then @xlmonster-mashlx​ asked for more which ended up with Drunk Hellboy (https://imtherain.tumblr.com/post/184517295458/drunk-hellboy)

and now this…which I think is what @xlmonster-mashlx​ was actually looking for XD 

also @negansdirtygirl22 because she’s rad

 ANYWHO

Broken Dress

It’s a lot of words (5065 jebus crustins)

Warnings: SMUT, blatant disregard for fashion, some unimportant details, dancing, heels, walk of shame, lack of pancakes and SMUT. OH MY GOD SMUT. TWICE.

The mission was a success. Daimio and the others were able to secure the items in question, you verified they were authentic, and all was well. The other agents, after depositing the items in the BPRD Vaults, decided to go out and party, but you declined, thinking too much about the promise you’d made a certain red guy.

“You sure you don’t want to come out?” Daimio asks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get myself out of this silly dress,” You tell him. “Not my usual look,”

“For what it’s worth, I think you look very nice.” He tells you. You nod, knowing he’s just being nice. Especially because you had complained and readjusted yourself basically the entire night.

“You don’t look bad yourself,” You give him a halfhearted wink and he shakes his head.

“You’ve been around Hellboy too much,” He scoffs.

“I have no idea what you mean,” But you’re blushing, and he knows you’re a liar.

“Are you going to go see him? He’s probably throwing a fit he didn’t get to go on the mission still,” Daimio tells you.

“I might swing by on my way to the barracks,” You agree. “You have an extra drink for me, ok?”

“Sure thing, L/N, I’ll see you at the debriefing tomorrow.” You nod as you go your separate ways.

The halls of the BPRD were generally quiet as you pad towards Hellboy’s room, your heels in your hand. From one or two rooms you hear the noises of machines puttering away, and some late-night workers bent over desks.

You stop outside of Hellboy’s door, unsure if he even remembers your promise, as you hadn’t seen him since the other night when you put him to bed. For all you know, he was still there, or he had gone out with the agents to celebrate a job well done, or he was fast asleep, as it was fairly late already. You stand in front of his door for a long time before you hear music begin to play. You know then that he is home and awake. You slip your heels back on and hold your hand up to knock. You freeze for a long moment because you have to convince yourself you were doing the right thing.

You knock twice and the music stops. Something in you wants to run away then, because you know he was going to tease you about your dress, about how tight it was, about how high up the slit went or how low the neckline plunged.

The door opens and there stands Hellboy, looking like it was just another night. He was standing with his hooves out, a pair of tight shorts on, and nothing else.

“Y/N, you look…” He seems surprised to see you.

“I know, it’s ridiculous right?” You say quickly, laughing as you rub the back of your neck, careful not to disturb the mess of curls it was pinned into.

“Lovely,” Hellboy finishes. “Crap, sorry, I just didn’t expect you to actually come by. I thought for sure I’d fucked it up. I probably should have put a shirt on.”

“I mean, I wasn’t sure if you even remembered, but I did make you a promise. So here I am, all dolled up,” You make a gesture with your hands to indicate your entire body. “And who cares about shirts?” Hellboy eyes you up and down greedily and you blush under his gaze.

Having a crush sucked, you realize. Because here you were, and there he was, but there was no way anything else could happen. You had convinced yourself on your walk over that he wants nothing else from you but harmless flirting, never mind the stolen kiss you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

“Want to come in?” He asks. “I was about to start studying for the trip to Croatia next month.”

“Shouldn’t I leave you to it?” You ask back.

“I hate homework, so no. You should definitely come in, you’d be doing me a favor, really,” He grins.

“I can’t stay long,” You tell him. He steps to the side so you can come in around him. You pretend you don’t notice him check out your ass as you go. “You know, I’m still surprised your room is as clean as it is,”

“Why’s that?” He asks, leading you to the couch.

“I don’t really know, just kinda thought you wouldn’t care much about where things landed when you got home.”

“Well, Dad always made me keep my room clean, so the habit stuck.” He shrugs. “Wanna sit?” You nod, thinking more about your aching feet than anything for the moment.

“I almost wish I had that problem; I tend to leave things where they lay and then clean everything all at once.” You tell him. You sit on the couch as he goes to the radio system and turns it on again, a different song, and quieter than before. If you didn’t know any better, it’s mood music.

“I believe that,” Hellboy smiles at you. “You look unbelievably beautiful tonight, Y/N,” He says. You blush and look away from him. You never thought of yourself as particularly shy, guarded a bit maybe, but this was ridiculous.

“Thank you, Red,” You mumble. He holds his hand out to you.

“Come dance with me,” Hellboy says. You look at him for a moment before taking his hand. He pulls you to your feet and straight to his unclothed chest, where you catch yourself, hands on either side of his sternum. “Pretty girl in a pretty dress deserves to be danced with,”              

“Full disclosure I don’t actually know how to dance,” You tell him as if that was even the point.

“That’s perfect, because I don’t either,” He grins at you. “All I know is you put one hand here, and I put my hand here, and then we hold these ones,” He set his stone hand gently on your waist after moving your hand to the top of his arm and took your free hand in his. It reminds you absurdly of your adventure with drunk HB the other night, holding hands in the hallway. You both begin to sway, not really caring about the music.

“You never asked me how my mission went,” You say as the silence between you grows too long. Hellboy is just looking at you while you both sway there in his living room. You were glad for your heels, even though they hurt like a bitch, because you were able to reach a lot more of him and didn’t have to look so far up to see his face.

“Was it a success?” He asks. His stone hand pulls you closer and you could feel the heat of him all along your front. Your body reacts in all the primal ways you thought you had suppressed, but damnit, he was something else…something you wanted.

“It was, didn’t even have to fight anyone.” You tell him. “It was easy.”

“Easy is good,” He murmurs. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes?” You ask, ears forever growing pinker.

“You know I meant it when I said I liked you, right? Even though I was drunk off my ass,” He says, uncharacteristically stoic. You think for a long moment.

“Did you? Do you?” You can’t help but ask, even with him swaying with you, you could still convince yourself he only did it to flirt and tease.

“I do,” He says. “I really, really do,”

“I want to ask why, but I know that’s not fair,” You say.

“I mean come on, we get along better than anyone, you’ve got a wicked sense of humor, you’re probably 100% smarter than me, you can talk to anyone, which I find fascinating,” He listed off. “Plus look at you, you’re gorgeous,” He says, a hungry little fire starting in his eyes. “Honestly, I shouldn’t say what else I’m thinking right now, or you’ll run for hills,”

“Oh, now I need to know,” You say, ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

“You sure?” He asks. You nod and look up at him.

“Unless you’re a chicken,” You taunt, as if were any other night, any other conversation. He pulls you in closer so he can growl in your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be to rip that dress off you,” You shiver as his scruff tickles your ear. The heat from his eyes is suddenly in the bottom of your stomach.

“What makes you think I’d run from that?” You say, swallowing hard. You couldn’t believe you said that, but then again, he said something first.

“I’m beginning to think you might have a crush on me, Y/N,” Hellboy grins.

“I’m beginning to think I should tell you that’s true,” You reply, cheeks still hot. The swaying stops then.

“Do you really?” He asks, face opening in astonishment.

“Is that so surprising?” You reply. “I mean, I let you flirt with me all the time.”

“I did always wonder why you didn’t tell me to fuck off like you tell the other boys,” He grins.

“There ya go,” You step away from him and rub your shin. You hate heels something terrible.

“You alright there?” Hellboy asks.

“I just need to take these damn heels off,” You say. “But they make me so conveniently taller,”

“Conveniently, huh?” He asks, cheeky grin. “Sit,” He motions to the couch, and you do, curious as to what he’s gonna do. He kneels in front of you and takes one of your legs in his hand.

“Are you gonna rub my feet for me, HB?” You ask. “Cuz if you do, I’ll surely melt.” He removes your heels and sets them, carefully, on the side table.

“Melt away then,” He grins up at you as he rubs circles around the bottom of your foot with his flesh hand. His stone hand held your calf up and you couldn’t help but think how much better it would be if his hands were farther up your legs. As if he had heard your thoughts, his hands began to move up your legs, pausing at your knees.

“You know, Red, my thighs are kinda sore too,” You tell him. You watch the grin spread slowly across his face as he realizes you mean to let him touch you more.

“Should I massage them too then?” He asks. You grin at him.

“You should,” You tell him. His hands run themselves over the ample flesh of your thighs and you can’t help but adjust so he has better access. You catch the grin that splits his face just before he ducks to press his face into your thighs. You give a small shriek before you giggle at him. Your hands find themselves on the back of his head, playing with his hair, as he takes the time to kiss the inside of each thigh. You moan softly as he grins up at you from your lap.

“Good?” He asks.

“I know what might be better,” You say, running your fingers through his hair and down his face. He raises an eyebrow. “Cuz you were talking big game about ripping this dress off me, and it’s still painfully intact.” He chuckles at that.

“I probably shouldn’t ruin such a pretty thing,” He says, touching the hem closest to him. You shrug, pulling him up so that you can kiss him. The kiss lasts a long time, it’s soft and needy, and not nearly enough. The only thing it manages to do is make you bold enough to say:

“I’m pretty sure the zippers broken anyway, you’d be doing me a favor, really,” You echo his earlier words. The fire in Hellboy’s eyes was enough to set a sharp spiral of pleasure ricocheting through your blood.

“You’re playing with fire now, Y/N,” Hellboy purrs. His fingers find their way up under the hem as he pushes the glitzy blue fabric up towards your hips. You adjust so he could push it as far up as he wants, legs spreading to make more room for his body between them. He pauses when he sees the beige spandex you’d pulled yourself into before the dress.

“Shit, I forgot I had those on,” You say, pushing the dress back down, trying all at once to put a stopper on the night. You’re embarrassed by the fact you thought you needed them to look good, but you’d been self-conscious about the fit of the dress all day.

“What is it?” Hellboy askes, clearly more curious than any sort of offended.

“Umm…basically a girdle?” You tell him, face turning a million shades of red. He raises an eyebrow up at you.

“A girdle?”

“It’s spandex, keeps all the squishy bits smooth,” You want to die as you say it. Here you were about to finally have some proper alone time with HB, and you self-sabotage yourself with Spanx.

“Why would you want to do that?” He askes. His fingers touch the offending garment gently, investigating the item he’d apparently, never seen before.

“Um, so this dress laid nice?” You tell him. If you could go back and restart the evening, you would have avoided Hellboy’s room at all costs, just to save yourself the embarrassment.

“Can I rip these off too?” He asks. His fingers hook themselves into the bottom seam that ran up and over your hip. You are baffled.

“What?”

“Can I rip these off too? They’re in my way, and I like breaking things,” Hellboy gives you a big grin and you blush, somehow, darker than ever.

“You still want to…?” You stutter.

“Yup.” He says enthusiastically. “At least, as long as you still want to,”

“Really?”

“Why are you so surprised?” Hellboy asks, baffled.

“Umm, you saw my stupid spandex underwear and still want to have sex with me?” You offer as if it were obvious. He shrugs.

“I just didn’t expect you to be wearing them, it’s kind of neat,” He say. He nuzzles up against you again, making sure he was close enough to your face that he could kiss your jaw.

“Oh,” You say. “Never had that reaction before,” Your arm drapes over his shoulder.

“Then everyone else is stupid,” He says. His kisses move up your jaw to your ear where he licks the shell. “And you never answered me,” His voice is low and husky.

Your brain had scattered. Not only was he not offended by your girdle, by the fact you said girdle, or by your confusion, here he was trying to restart that fire. And boy, was it working.

“What question again?” You ask, hand coming up to hold his face to your shoulder where he was tracing your skin with his mouth.

“Can I rip these off you too?” He tugs gently on the edge of your spandex underwear and you swallow hard at the thought.

“Oh,” You try to get your brain to solidify, but his kisses had trailed back down towards your lap, where he settles with a big grin, waiting for your answer. “Yes?”

“Yes?” He echoes.

“Yes, tear them to pieces,” You tell him, suddenly giddy again. “Just please, do something,”

“With pleasure,” He grins. Hellboy bends his head to trace his tongue up your thigh before his fingers caught the spandex again. You gasp when the material snaps in his hands as if it were thin cotton, but before you could say anything to him on the matter, he leans up to catch your mouth with his, sending all rational thought scurrying away once more.

Hellboy sits back on his heels and gives you a dirty grin, admiring the fact he’d made you so breathless. But from the glint in his eyes, he was decidedly not finished. His head dips once again to your thighs and this time there was nothing between his lips and your center. You gasp as he runs his tongue over you and you squirm as the sensation tares through you.

“Red,” You groan, trying to reposition yourself so he has better access. He just swings both of your legs over his broad shoulders and dives right back in. You clutch at his hair, unable to do more than moan and grumble incoherently as he ravishes you until the fire in your stomach blazes bright enough to burn you.

You scream his name as you cum against his mouth.

“I’ve been waiting to do that to you for…shit…ages,” Hellboy say, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. You felt like your limbs were jelly, legs still over his shoulders.

“Glad to be here for it,” You laugh because your brain is in shambles from the orgasm.

“How about we move over there,” Hellboy grins, nodding to his bed. You nod, a big smile on your face.

“Not gonna lie, you’re gonna have to help me, I think my legs are broken,”

“Poor baby,” He grins back. When he moves to stand, he pulls you up into his arms easily and you blush because it made you feel dainty and small…neither of which you normally were.

You have your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bed and you can’t help but press hungry little kisses along his jaw and neck. He chuckles at the attention.

“I’m beginning to think we should have done this sooner,” Hellboy grins. He sets you down on the bed gently, and you pull him with you so that his body presses you into the mattress.

“Well someone should have pulled a move sooner,” You tease him. Hellboy kisses you and you think maybe it was just to avoid the blame. You can’t help but buck your hips against him as the fire in your stomach begs to be reignited.

“I wasn’t trying to be subtle, you’re just dense,” Hellboy moves his mouth down your throat and then up to your ear, where he nips at the sparkling bobble that adorns your lobe.

“Why would I have thought you meant it when you were flirting with me?” You groan as his tongue traces the curve of your ear. “You flirt with everyone,” He pauses for a moment as if realizing you had a point.

“I flirted with you more,” Hellboy tries. “Besides,” He pushes his hips against your center, and you can feel his hot arousal begging to be freed from his shorts. “This isn’t the kind of thing you can deny, is it Y/N? That’s all for you.” You shake your head and feel a whine build in your chest because hot damn that was the right answer. You realize how badly you want him inside you. More than you’d wanted anything in a very, very long time.

“Then stop flirting with me and fuck me, Red,” You say. Hellboy pulls back enough to give you a surprised look before it dawns on him to take his shorts off.

“I can do that,” He stammers, moving off of you to pull down his shorts and kick them to the side of the bed. You lean up on your elbows to see him, letting a small whistle escape you. Hellboy rubs the back of his head, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry,”

“What the hell do you have to be sorry for?” You snap. “You’re gorgeous,” You swear his ears glow with a blush. “Come here, this dress is starting to get a little too snug,” He crawls back up the bed so that he looms over you.

“Didn’t I make some threat of tearing that dress off you?” Hellboy purrs into your ear as he settles himself between your legs. You nod, running your hands across his chest and shoulders.

“And I’m waiting for you to make good on it,” You grin at him and he bends to kiss you. His hunger for you was painfully clear in the kiss, just as painfully clear as the fact his manhood was blindly seeking entrance to you. He takes a handful of the fabric in each hand and pulls.

The fabric gives way easily beneath his strength and you feel goosebumps race across your flesh at the sheer power of the gesture. He could tear you into pieces just as easily as he could devour you whole. Somehow that made you even hornier for him.

“What’s this? No bra?” Hellboy asks approvingly. He bends his head to taste the valley between your breasts before moving to admire each taught peak with his tongue. You arch your back into him.

“It was built into that dress,” You groan out. “Damnit, Hellboy, I want you inside me,”

“I thought patience was a virtue?”

“Shut up,” You groan again, wiggling your hips to run your sensitive center against whatever part of him was closest. “I’m dying over here,”

“You’re a hussy, Y/N,” Hellboy moves back so that he could take his impressive length in his hand. “But I kinda like that about you,” He gives you a sassy wink as he aims himself into you.

“Come on then,” You lean up on your elbows so you can see him better. He was amazing to look at, all muscle, strength, power, dusted with that layer of dark fur that made him look both more manly and more soft all at once. The way his arms bend as he leans forward make your mouth water just about as much as seeing him stroke himself to ready himself for you.

Hellboy pushes himself into your soaked center with one long, drawn out thrust. You both groan in unison at the contact, holding onto to the sensation for a long moment before trying to move. It didn’t take long before both of you were simply creatures of feeling, moving together and making noises of encouragement as the feelings within you built to such a cacophony that the only thing left in your head was the rushing of blood, the smell of sweat and sex, and the hot red skin of the body that covered you.

This time you came one after the other, a chain reaction of hormones and friction.

Hellboy rolls to the side, breathing heavily, but smiling. You smile back as you catch your own breath.

“Who needs cardio?” You laugh. Hellboy laughs along with you, pulling you into his chest. You love the feel of him along your back, he’s warm and strong and soft. You would stay right there forever if you could.

“Want another round?” He purrs into your ear.

“You ready for another round already?” You ask, surprised.

“Hell ya, I can go at least three, and you forget, I’ve only had one.” He nips your ear again and you shimmy against him.

“I have an idea then,” You smile and move away from his arms. He watches you move so that you’re facing his headboard and his eyebrow raises when you put your hands on the wall and give him a sultry look over your shoulder at him. “Wanna bang me from behind?”

“You dirty bird,” Hellboy grins, moving so that he can position himself behind you. His stone hand ends up on the wall beside yours so he can steady himself as he takes your hip. “Did you know that I’m an ass man?”

“I knew you were an ass sometimes,” You tease, wiggling against him. He snorts at you and gives you a small smack on your ass.

“You’re the worst Y/N,” Hellboy presses himself against your backside and you arch against him. He groans as he feels his way back to your entrance, filling you easily from behind. You lean forward and squeeze your eyes shut, loving how he hits every atom of your core, stretching you better than any other lover, and any other toy, you’d ever tried. You would never find another lover like him, and you knew it would be useless to try. Hellboy began to pick up speed this time, slamming his hips against your ass, causing the whole bed to shake and bang against the wall.

You wrap one arm around his stone arm, holding onto the edge of it as he pounds himself into you. You other hand searched for an equal grip, but found nothing in front of you, so it wanders and grab at his face, holding his face to you. You love every little grunt and groan he let out and you press yourself against him wanting more. Always wanting more.

Your third orgasm was stronger than the first two and you cry out, digging your nails into the flesh of Hellboy’s shoulder. He just kept pumping until you thought for sure your orgasm would last forever. You were so washed out from your release you almost didn’t notice Hellboy get his. This time when you collapse, you collapse together, and neither of you move except to catch your breath.

“Well,” You say after your lungs had caught up. “Better than I ever dreamed,”

“See, I knew you were dreaming of me,” Hellboy kisses the back of your head. He sounds sleepy now.

“I think I’m gonna keep replaying tonight in my head instead from now on,” You smile.

“As long as you’re thinking of me, I don’t care of you rub one out from time to time,” He was smirking, you could hear it in his voice as much as you could feel it in your hair.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“Well, I did confess to you, and then we banged, I think that means we’re a couple now,” He says. You feel him adjust himself and you shimmy to compensate.

“What kind of TV drama bullshit do you think this is?” You laugh.

“I don’t know,” You heard the confusion in his voice.

“But I’m down,” You assure him. “If you still want to date, I mean.”

“I think I love you, Y/N,” Hellboy say. “Probably should say that on the first date,”

“We’re old friends, Red, I’ve loved you for ages.” You tell him. “I know this is different though.”

“Is it?”

“Also, if this is the first date, I don’t think sleeping together is the norm either,” You say.

“See, I told you you were a slut,” He tickles your side and you squirm.

“No, I think you called me a hussy,”

“Same thing,” He says. You elbow him in the ribs.

“If this is how you’re gonna treat me as your girlfriend, I want a divorce,”

“Pretty sure that’s not how that works,” He say.

“Pretty sure I don’t care,” But you were laughing and so was he, and hell, it was the perfect place to be.

Bonus! Walk of Shame

“It is painfully obvious what happened here,” You say, looking at yourself in the mirror in Hellboy’s bathroom. You have on one of his t-shirts, which was too big for you, and a pair of his boxers, because the night before you had let him literally destroy your clothes.

“Who cares,” Hellboy says, coming up behind you to kiss the side of your head. “We’ll have to bring some of your clothes over her in case this happens again is all… If it bothers you that much,” you sigh, using Hellboy’s brush to straighten out your hair.

“I just hope I can get back without seeing anyone,” You say. “Don’t need those looks right now,”

“Want me to walk with you? I’m supposed to be headed to the debriefing this morning,” Hellboy offers. You sigh.

“Me too,” You tell him. “Sure, let’s walk together.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you look great,” Hellboy says as you go to grab your heels from his living room.

“Look, the only survivors,” You laugh.

“We should hurry if you want to change,” Hellboy says. He’d gotten dressed while you were in the shower.

“Let’s go.”

“I see you had a productive night,” Daimio’s voice makes you jump. Hellboy and you both turn in tandem to see Daimio smirking at you. He was standing outside the office he must have come from.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You manage. “How was your night?”

“I’d say you’re on a walk of shame if I ever saw one, but honestly, it’s about god damn time. Hopefully you too will stop with the longing looks and annoying sighs,” Daimio says. His arms are crossed but he’s trying not to grin.

“I don’t know what you mean,” You stammer again.

“You better stop with that or I’ll have to smack that smirk right off your face,” Hellboy adds. Daimio, to your surprise, holds up his arms in surrender.

“Just don’t be late to the meeting because of anymore…distractions.” He shakes his head, still smirking, as he heads in the other direction. You look up at Hellboy with a mix of concern and questions.

“This meeting is gonna be fun now,” Hellboy grumbles. “Wanna play hooky?”

“Might as well get it over with,” You tell him. “Or else they’re gonna think even worse of us,” Your face is hot as you think about all the looks you were going to get, all the little smiles and giggles as you passed.

“Fuck em,” Hellboy says putting his arm around you. “If they were worth anything to us, they’d be happy for us, right?”

“I suppose that’s true,” You lean into his embrace as you make the last stretch to your room without seeing anyone else.

An hour later you and Hellboy walk into the meeting room and the whole room goes silent.

“See, Red, I told you,” You began, already trying to head for the door, but you were cut off when a loud round of cheers broke out across the room. You stumble backwards, surprised by the noise and confused as to why it was so… celebratory.

“It’s about damn time,” Someone says.

“You owe me ten bucks!” Another said to someone nearby.

“Congratulations!”

“Red,” You grab his arm. “I think I’m going to die now,”

“Take me with you,” He says back. “This is weird.” But before you both could run away, the meeting was called to order and everything settled back down. You spent the entire meeting with a blush on your face, trying your hardest to pay attention, while Hellboy kept running his tail up your back, but under your shirt as if that prevented anyone else from noticing.

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All Good Things to Those Who Wait

Summary: You finally come home to your big red Hellboyfriend after a long mission away.

Word Count: 1,550

Warning: Lemon, explicit language, Red’s dirty mouth, pancakes, fluffy nonsense.

A/N: Okay, so this isn’t the stripper fic I keep teasing y’all about (I swear to god I’m working on it and I will finish the damn thing if it’s the last fucking thing I do) BUT this was spawned by one VERY nsfw pic of Hellboy and a VERY enabling convo with @xlmonster-mashlx who triple dared me to write this and since I ain’t no bitch and I happened to be extra thirsty today, here it is. Also this is the first Hellboy fic I’ve ever written so please be gentle with this soft girl. FEEDBACK is super appreciated as are reblogs! Enjoy!

“Okay, but I gotta— yeah I know. I gotta go or else I’m gonna miss this flight,” you fumbled the words, already late and sprinting through the airport to get to your terminal.

“But babe,” he whined, sounding playfully needy. “You didn’t tell me what you were wearing?”

“Seriously!?”

The months away had forced the two of you to get creative with your phone time, more often than not leading to phone sex. To be honest, you’d spoiled him rotten with sexts and nudes to the point where every phone conversation wound up taking a sexual turn pretty fast— not that you were complaining. You’d missed the big red guy, especially at night when you were alone, hands wandering and— oh shit! They were starting to board the plane!

“What? I missed you while you were away all that time. Tell me how much you missed me too, gorgeous.”

“I did miss you, so much, baby. But I gotta go” You we’re stepping onto the plane, the reception getting worse as you neared your seat.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting for ya,” Hellboy conceded, no doubt frowning on the other end of the line.

You sighed, feeling a little guilty for having rushed the conversation. He’d been so patient with you after all, and you really couldn’t deny how excited you were to see him again. You smirked to yourself, deciding to leave him with some food for thought.

“Hey Red?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m wearing those lacy red panties you like so much.”

Click.

As soon as you hung up the phone, his mind flooded with scenes of you wearing those sexy little panties. Red panties to be precise. HB’s ego was no secret around the Bureau, but boy did he really get cocky around you. You were steadfast in denying that your wardrobe choices were influenced by him, you’d never hear the end of it if he ever found out the truth— it was too fun of a secret to keep anyway.

He rushed around in preparation for your arrival. Tidying up the room, grooming himself, even lighting that candle you’d bought to make your shared space feel more cozy. He didn’t hate it, musing that the warm vanilla scent was reminiscent of breakfast foods, specifically pancakes. A few hours later everything was finished and he was ready for you to come home.

You walked through the doors, legs feeling achy and tired from sitting on the plane for hours upon hours, definitely feeling like you could use a shower, maybe some food. You were grateful for the late hour and empty hallways, not really feeling up to catching up with anyone. Well maybe one someone. Speaking of, where the hell was he? He’d stopped answering all your texts after you’d landed safely, only responding once with a generic “can’t wait to see you”. You were a little miffed by that fact, having expected a more enthusiastic welcome from him.

You practically kicked down the door to your room, immediately dropping your bags with a huff. To your surprise, the bedroom had never looked better or smelled better. Your heart did a little backflip when you saw your candle lit, flooding your senses with the serene smell you loved so much. You called out for Hellboy, wanting to devour him in thank you kisses and I love you hugs, but there was no answer. Odds were he was out getting food, buying you some time to shower and relax.

Stepping out of the steamy shower, feeling thoroughly relaxed, you draped yourself in one of Hellboy’s massive towels. It enveloped your entire body twice over, much like the towel’s owner did. You searched the bathroom for your coveted moisturizer, finding that it had been moved from its usual spot and was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, Red have you seen my—“

Oh. My. God.

Your eyes widened at the sight before you. Red was spread out on the bed, naked as the day he was born, legs spread and hand grasping and stroking at his hardened cock. His golden eyes glued on you.

“Like what you see, doll?” He grunted, a wicked smirk tugging on his lips.

You stuttered, not sure what to even say when your brain was incapable of functioning, your body rapidly heating up.

“Umm… lotion,” was all you could muster, unable to tear your eyes away from his fist pumping his length up and down.

God, his body was ridiculous. Those thick muscles that adorned his massive form, that perfect “V”, his beautiful scars. You loved every inch of him. Your eyes flickered up to meet his hungry gaze and you had to brace a hand on the door frame to keep from collapsing.

“You didn’t answer the question, baby. Do you like what you see? Because I really like what I’m seeing,” Red growled, licking his sinful lips.

“Red, I—“

“Real bummer you lost the panties, but I have a feeling I’m gonna like what’s under the towel even better.”

He sat up slightly, angling himself to get a better view to watch as your hands worked to unraveled the towel from around your body. His hands never slowing their languid but firm motions on his cock, from base to tip as he steadily stroked himself. Letting the towel fall and pool at your feet, you finally revealed yourself to him. His mouth hung open, a soft moan leaving his lips as his eyes fully took you in.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his face twisted in an almost pained expression from the pleasure he was feeling.

As if by instinct your hands began to touch your own body, your nipples stiffening to peaks, skin covered in goosebumps as you explored your favorite places. You gently caressed the tender flesh of your breasts, tugging your nipples between your fingers, feeling that bolt of pleasure as it traveled straight to your core. Your hands followed its path, biting your lower lip as they neared your throbbing cunt.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, the muscles in his neck visibly tensing. “Touch yourself for me.”

You let out a pitiful moan as your fingers slid between your folds, already finding yourself soaking wet. You rubbed aimlessly at first, spreading your slick arousal around your sensitized areas until you bumped your clit and your knees buckled. You were so turned on, it was agony to deny yourself any longer. Your fingers pressed down in circular motions, your pace growing faster and less graceful as you other hand teased your nipples. The ragged moans the you made were music to Hellboy’s ears, even if he wasn’t the one causing them, they amplified his own arousal.

“Tell me how good that feels, babe,” he urged, his own pace becoming more impatient and rough.

“It feels fucking amazing, Red. But,” your fingers suddenly stopped as you approached the bed, crawling over and straddling him. “Not as good as you feel.”

His head fell back, eyes closing as you lowered yourself down on his cock, taking every last inch until you were seated firmly on his lap.

“Kiss me, you big red dummy,” you cried out, overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling you down and kissing you hard, his hips rutting forward, urging you to move.

You didn’t pull away from the kiss as your hips began to move up and down, not wanting to separate after so much time apart. He sat all the way up, his flesh hand reaching out to hold you flush against his chest. The angle helped you better grind against him as he thrusted deeper into you. It wasn’t going to last long, both of you nearing your respective ends rather quickly. Your moans got louder and his growls more guttural with every passing moment, your kiss becoming more desperate and sloppy as your body began to seize up.

“Oh god, Red I’m coming,” you cried, feeling every cell in your body bursting with pleasure.

“Fuck! Me too,” he confessed, picking you up and slamming you down on the mattress so he could fuck into you harder, riding out his own climax.

There was a silence that fell over the room as you both collected yourselves, but with Red silences never really lasted long.

“How was that for a welcome home, huh babe? Pretty good right?” He wiggles his brows up and down, bearing a smug grin to match his cocky statement.

“Always gotta make it about you…” you joked, rolling your eyes for effect.

“Come on, you know you missed me,” he teased, laying you on his chest so he could better look at your beautiful face.

“Never said I didn’t,” you cooed, cradling his handsome face in your hands.

“So uh, next time I come back from a mission, what do I get?” His expression was one of pure excitement, like a kid about to open up the biggest present on Christmas morning.

You let the moment build some anticipation, making him a little impatient in the process. To ease him, you traced your fingers delicately over his handsome features, circling his stubbed horns, rubbing his earlobes. Once he looked peaceful you lowered yourself down to whisper in his ear.

“All good things to those who wait, Red.”

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Thanks Red...

{A Hellboy x Fem!Reader Angst Oneshot.} 

Paring: 2019 Hellboy and the stunningly beautiful girl reading this. 

Rating: PG-13 (for violence, blood, swearing and death) 

Word count: 1704

Prompt: Hi my name is Annie and I like suffering! Just kidding, there wasn’t really a prompt for this one other then the fact that I’m an angst whore and I made the mistake of listening to the song “I Have Faith In You--Goodbyes” from the X-Men Days of Future Past soundtrack while I typed.

 So here’s this! 

{I made the stuff in italics a flashback so don’t get all mixed up on me. Enjoy the pain! And I’m sorry again!} 

The “crack” that filled the air was sickening. Time seemed to slow to a complete stop as every agent of the BPRD present turned to face one of their own.The snarling and gnashing of teeth continued as men and women with guns drawn fought back a slew of demons that had poured out of a small gate to hell, opened by two dumb teen witches in way over their heads. Alice turned, her face drained of all blood, and watched as a demon howled over a body before attacking the bleeding corpse.

Y/n.

The sound of raging flames and rushing wind carried Hellboy’s name to his waiting ears as he turned his sweat drenched face in the direction of the shout. His yellow eyes scanned the gory battlefield deep under a ridged brow; something was missing. Bullets filled with holy water and melted holy candle wax were fired in iron casings that littered the air as both demon and agents dropped like the ashes that fell all around them in the breeze. Hellboy watched as Alice screamed in a fit of rage at a lengthy grey demon drenched in blood. Bright flashing blasts left Alice’s gun every few seconds as the body of her victim writhed and convulsed from the onslaught of bullets.

That was when he took full notice of the blood. He followed the trail down the demons body to the now mangled human form at its feet. Before he even knew who the body was he felt an empty feeling rise in his broad chest. It was like a piece of his being had just been ripped away. He almost expected to find A bleeding gaping hole in his own body, but as he turned to fire yet another bullet, he found no wound in the place the pain resided.

  “Alice! You’ve got no cover!” He shouted, spit flying from his mouth. He watched as the girl threw a punch at an oncoming attacker.

  “Neither does she!” Was her only response as she dropped to her knees and slid through the mud and blood. Hellboy racked his mind, the word “she” flashing his brain like a wave of lights. He found himself turning round and round emits the fighting looking for one face. One stupid face. A face that would most likely be grinning in the middle of all this violence.

  “Y/N?!” The stronger of sound of his voice was all but gone as the girls named ripped through his throat like a knife through flesh.

  “Y/N?!”

********

“Lemme touch it.” The girl spoke as she reached out across the couch, Hellboy laughed a bit at her posing of the statement, but gladly dropped his large stone hand in her lap.

  “Smashing crap is easy enough, but jerking off is a nightmare.” Y/n laughed at his comment for a moment before opening his hand flat against her own.

  “What do you think it was designed for?” She asked, marveling at the difference in size their hands. Red shrugged,

 “Don’t know, don’t care.” He huffed, looking away from her, his body language now stiff. She noticed the change in his posture and leaned back into his couch.

 “Either way, it's pretty cool.”She stated pushing his arm back towards him. He lifted his hand and tilted his head to the side slightly, clenching it into a fist.

  “Yeah. I guess so…”

  “Well,” Y/n began sitting up from the couch and stretching a bit. “ Not that I haven't enjoyed our little therapy session thoroughly, but I should probably turn in. You know before Johann rats me out to your dad.” Hellboy chuckled,

  “Gas bag can deal with me.”

Y/n Smiled at him. A real genuine smile. He watched her eyes intently and saw the heart behind them. The heart that was able to look past his face and see him for who he really was. His mouth went dry as she walked towards him, slightly towering over his now seated form, and placed a soft hand on his shoulder. He looked from her hand to her face and let out a small breath as she leaned down and pressed her lips to the space right above his shaved horns. He relished in the feeling of tenderness he so desperately craved and allowed his eyes to drift shut. He sighed sadly as she pulled back and patted the side of his face;  his hair and beard tingling in her fingers.

  “Night beefcake.”  she spoke softly before grabbing her boots off the floor and heading for the door.

  “Night L/n.”  without another word she closed the door and vanished from his sight.

  “I love you…”

********

Hellboy’s eyes flocked to Alice as she held the mangled body in her arms.

  “Not the face. Not the face. Please not the face.” Was all that crossed his mind as the woman in Alice's arms fell to the side. His heart sunk as those e/c eyes looked lifelessly past him and into some distant Horizon. Red begin to run as Alice threw her hands over her ears with a shout. In an instant Hellboy was at her side, taking Y/n and into his own arms and checking on Alice. “Alice sweetie-- oh god-- b-breathe.” His hands grew a darker red as blood poured out of Y/n’s body. Tears stung his eyes as the teen beside him cried out.

  “Too many. Can’t tell if she’s one of them.” Pain was evident in her voice as she clawed at her ears. Hellboy turned back to the girl in his arms.

  “Hey! Hey!” He began wiping dirt and blood from her cold skin.  “Stay with us Y/n! Don't you fucking dare! You hear me?! Don’t you dare!” He held her face in his hands and shook her vigorously. Alice drew her gun shakily and began firing at the approaching demons from every angle.

 “HB!” She croaked, one hand on her weapon the other over her ear. “There’s no point doing this out here! There’s too many! We’re going to die if we don’t fight back!” She watched as her best friend became more and more frantic with his movements.

 “She’s not dead! I’m not leaving her!” His voice was raw and shaky as he kept his eyes trained on the slight rise and fall of her chest.

  “B-beefcake… is that you?”

Hellboy froze as he heard her voice fill his ears. Tears flowed freely now as he cupped her face in his flesh hand.

 “Hey baby girl. Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s o- it’s alright. Just keep those gorgeous eyes open and we’ll be in business, okay?” He forced a smile and sobbed slightly through it as he dared look up at the deteriorating situation around him. He then looked back down at Y/n when he felt her hand on his chest.

  All sound faded away as she looked up at him through half ladien eyes. He could feel her slipping from him and he hated it more than anything.

  “We… we had one hell of a run, huh?” She asked, blood trickling down her chin like there was a crack in her smile. Hellboy pursed his lips in anger as he rocked her a bit in his arms.

 “No, no, no. None of this “end of my time” speech bullshit. You’re gonna hold on and we’re gonna get you help. So shut up for once and let me get you out of here.”

  “I can’t even die without you coaching me through it.” She laughed in a sputter of blood. He winced at the sound and used his coat sleeve to wipe the red from her face.

 “I can’t lose you.” He spoke shaking his head ever so slightly. “I just got you. I’m not letting you go.” Y/n smiled up at him and placed a hand on his cheek.

 “I’m not going anywhere. Not until you understand how much I fucking love you.” The red giant was taken aback by her words, but felt them race through him like a shot of whisky. They filled every inch of his body and set his skin ablaze. His hand squeezed her face.

 “I know… Cuz’ I love you just as much dumbass.” He took a sharp breath in and suddenly became aware of the gunfire surrounding him.

  “HELLBOY!” Alice was screaming now as the demons began to over power her.

  “Don’t you dare move. Give me one second beautiful.” He removed his coat from his shoulders and placed it atop Y/n’s form. She smiled drowsily at him as blood began to seep through the thick fabric in a array of dots.

  “Thanks Red.”

 He drew his own gun and stood for a moment as Alice took cover at his feet. With a scream that could shake the earth, he openfired on the group of demons and mowed them down like they were nothing. After what felt like an eternity of fighting, the demons stopped and the guns were silenced. Agents began limping from all around to the spot which Hellboy stood, their bodies broken down from the hours of fighting. Red nodded at a few ensuring their safety before Alice’s voice broke the silence.

 “HB….” Hellboy looked to the girl on the ground and felt his soul break. Y/n lay cold and still in the teens arms; the blood flow stopped and her eyes shut tight.

********

“I don’t know what it is about these mountains.” Y/n began as she rubbed her arms in an attempt to banish the cold, “But they take my breath away every time I see them.” Hellboy smiled softly to himself and walked up behind her, removing the trench coat from around his shoulders.

   “It’s got to be the only good thing about having the base in Colorado.” He hummed, his breath fogging up before his face and dissipating in the crisp dusk air. Y/n looked to him as he reached around her and placed his coat around her human frame. She gripped at the fabric with a small smile as snowflakes began to stick to the brown color in a array of dots.

  “Thanks Red….”  

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Hellboy x Reader

I don’t know what this is but I hope someone makes a story out of it, even if it’s word for word. No really...you have my permission. 

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Hellboy x reader -

Are in a relationship but still have their own rooms not far from eachother. Reader comes home from a mission or has worked late in the lab, wont want to disturb Hellboy so she showers & sleeps in her room.

She wakes, to find Hellboy at her bed, in his boxers, has that semi intense stare of his, as he looks at her, which could make her or break her.

Even though he is flattered by her consideration for him, he wonders why she still does this, as he has told her that he does not care about being awoken by her. To be honest, he hates when she does this, as he doesn’t like waking up without her, not knowing where she is.

He plops himself in her bed, he spoons her, he breaths in her hair. Hellboy still can’t believe how soft she is. She briefly wonders how he got in her room with the door locked, he did slightly startle her. This is the first time he has done this and she’s sought of relived that he did.

They lay in bed. He asks her how she is. His voice is deep, yet quiet & calm, his voice is heaven to her ears.They exchange the happenings of their day, kisses ensue, they fall asleep.

Or when they fight....same sought of situation happens with rooms.

A few times when Hellboy was being unreasonable or he was being grumpy, he can be a bit much, very intense guy, full of emotion. He has been through a lot. Sometimes the fights are her fault...either way she ends up leaving, as they are usually in his room. Either she storms off on her own accord or he will tell her to leave, the latter really breaks her heart, which she barley admits to herself.

Whether or not the fights are his or her fault, Hellboy will end up in her room, at her bed in his boxers, with an intense stare. She is startled. He grabs her, she’s a little on edge. He eats her pussy. Fucking almost ravishes her. It’s fucking intense.

Other times, when they have had a fight, he will appear in her room and lay beside her. Red kisses her, they apologise to each other, and then fall asleep.

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Hellboy: Art of the Motion Picture

So I saw this post floating around and one or two people in the comments mentioned something about reference pics from the Hellboy 2019 art book. The big red monkey only gets a few pages (and I feel like they could have incorporated A Lot More concept art) but here’s the best bits!

You can click on them for a better view.

Also: check this out

They were thinking of giving him ink at one point! (Hi Ron Perlman’s face!)

@xlmonster-mashlx I believe I saw where you were lookin for some references for his room so here ya go!

Pretty much all the major scenes and characters have at least a page or two in the art book so if you’d like any that I haven’t included here, feel free to request!

[mermaidmundane]

Hellboy X Half Demon reactions *REQUESTED*

Myers introduced you to hellboy in his room. Myers made sure to mention your a half demon too. Hellboy stopped in his tracks and looked at you. He was expecting to see something like him but you didn't look like him.

He would start asking about where you came from and how you got on Earth in hopes you two weren't related. After the questions and reassurance about not being related it was game on.

You two bonded really quick because you both shared the hatred humans had against demons. It was you and him against the world he would say.

You both being hot heads put the BPRD in a whirlwind when you two would fight. It wasn't an aggressive fight but a lot of hurtful words and such.

When he expected seeing a demon he expected red skin, horns, and godly stregnth. You weren't like that. You weren't red, you had horns but your eyes could go black and demonic of you wanted. Still shared similar stregnth plus more.

He thought you were actually better looking than him because he's a big gruff dude with a stone hand that could end the world. You were something that looked harmless from afar but deadly as ever.

Request by xlmonster-mashlx

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@eddiendee hit up @xlmonster-mashlx for dnd stuff too. She’s my drinking, hangover fixing, bodily fluid fixing up, hair washing, van fixing dude. And damn good value. I’m happy to open up the blog/trailer if you guys need to comms back and forth when I’m out. Then you can just post shit to each other.

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xlmonster-mashlx replied to your photo: the gym rat side of me is like oh wow he looks...

Even better: These were done before he started his Hellboy workout.

wait did he finish filming st3 before hellboy started filming.........wait........................................oh my god he did holy fuck

[moxfirefly]

How about cuddling up and having a making session with Hellboy after a mission?

Rated a little steamy (18+ only)

Red’s bed was possibly the most comfortable bed in the existence of bed’s. You practically melted into the mattress the moment you fell on it. A quick shower had ridden you of today’s mission, a more than usual messy one. Dressed in your most comfortable lazy pj’s you were almost ready to roll the blanket around yourself and clock out.

The shower turning off lifted the sleepy haze briefly. “You better get that big red butt here cause I need my space heater” You lifted yourself on your elbows and bit the inside of your cheek at the sight before. “You’re extremely unfair” You muttered as a very freshly showered Hellboy stood against the sink drying his hair with a towel. “Didn’t quite catch that babe?” His grin made you want to throw a pillow at him. “Today was messy, huh?” He walked passed you reaching into his dresser drawer to get some underwear. “God monsters who are slimey are literally the worst. There was gunk in places there shouldn’t when I got here” He laughed as he got dressed, tossing the towel somewhere in the bathroom section. Not so gracefully he got into bed and groaned happily. “We need a vacation” He said voice muffled against the pillow. You giggled and scooted close to him, fingers running down his back in that gentle manner that gave him goosebumps.

Luckily tomorrow was an off day for the two of you, a rarity as of late but much needed.

Hellboy reajusted and laid on his side, gladly inviting you to bury yourself against him. His hair was still wet, smelling clean and you couldn’t help but sigh happily. “Let’s not leave this bed tomorrow, just eat and sleep and watch some terrible movies” You moved slightly back to look at his face. “Way ahead of you on that plan” His stone hand gripped your thigh gently, the texture always soothed for some odd reason. You cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss, content with how clean and comfortable you felt after a day like today.

There was something so particular about kissing him. Especially with these types of lazy lingering kisses. They weren’t the hurried lustful ones you usually aimed for. There was no fumbling for clothes to come off. Not needy grabbing and tugging. Just lips melding against one another, soft caressing that made you sigh contently against him. You mapped out a few of his scars with your fingers as they slid upwards into his hair.

He caught your lower lip gently between his teeth. The action making you softly moan as you dug nails into his scalp and scratched him tenderly.

Your soft chest against his hard one.

The rhymic caress of his hand on your thigh sliding to your rear.

You couldn’t help but slide your kisses down his jaw towards his neck. You tasted a hint of sope and something that was just Hellboy. Your lips sucked at a spot right by his pulse and by the way he pushed your bottom half against his you knew where this was heading.

Kissing a path back to his lips your tongue playfully licked his lips upwardly. It was your turn to smirk at the lust ridden look he gave you. Pressing your forehead against his, arms wrapped around him you traced you lips toward his ear and kissed the shell of it.

“Are you actively trying to murder me?” He breathed out against your shoulder, purring almost when you started to scratch the back of his head. “Only a little”

He held you tightly as you both felt exhaustion win over for now.

[monsterboytrash]

What’s better than this? Guys bein’ dudes

Felt like drawing some bprd Ocs hanging out together

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