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mlmxreader · 5 years ago

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Alright | Ben Daimio

The woods is where you go to be alone and to allow your frustrations and stresses and woes go, but are you always as alone as you want to be?

Walking through the dark woods, you loudly sang along to ‘I’m Coming Out’ by Diana Ross, not caring that the foxes and the bats and the badgers and the deer could hear you, not caring that you were off-key and probably even laughable as you raised your voice, tilting your head back so much that your headphones nearly fell off; amongst the trees, surrounded by their shade and their shadows, protected by the tall fences of bramble bushes and following the trail to the river that you had carved out yourself. Wearing nothing more than a pair of thin jogging bottoms and a sleeveless shirt, a pair of busted and muddy old trainers, you had not a care in the world - the air was hot, and you had been getting frustrated all night by Hellboy and his stupid comments about your little crush on Ben Daimio, you needed a break from it all, and needed to spend some time in the place you felt most welcome and safest. The woods. Deep down where the river ran, where no one could find you unless they had followed you. All your frustrations and stresses and tensions had soon melted away as you sang and trekked, swaying slightly from side to side and daring to even prance and dance down the trail every now and then, kicking clumps of mud and old stones and broken twigs and branches; when you reached the bank of the river, you took in a deep breath, closing your eyes as you felt your shoulders slump and your jaw unclench, a smile on your lips as you took a seat on the dried mud, finally taking your headphones off and letting them rest round your neck, right next to the tree where you usually placed your jacket or your bag. You watched the river trickle by, singing to itself a whimsical little tune, able to see the moon glittering against the cold water and the cool stones that just about poked up through the surface; you could hear the chirps and barks of nearby foxes, the grunts and snuffles of close badgers and the huffs and trotting of a few deer, the flapping of bat wings, the croaks and ribbits of frogs and toads that perched on the rocks. You didn’t mind any of them, in fact, you quite often preferred the company of animals - they were easier to understand than people, and much less temperamental. A badger may bite, but at least it would never hug you and sink a knife into your back while smiling at you and acting like a friend. A fox may snarl, but at least it would never say one thing to your face and another behind your back.

You weren’t sure how long you were sat there, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching.

“Fuck off, Abe,” you growled, nearly snarling, but when you turned around, your face fell, and your jaw went slack as you struggled to apologise.

“Not on good terms with our friend?” Ben chuckled, shaking his head and gesturing to where you were sat as he cleared his throat. “May I?”

“I, uh, I’m, erm… su- sure.” You nodded, swallowing thickly and audibly as he sat beside you, looking at the water as you gazed at him for a second too long before snapping your gaze away and awkwardly looking over at the other bank. “You can tell Hellboy and Abe I’m fine, by the way.”

“They don’t know I’m here,” Ben stated, almost coldly. “No one does.”

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him again, biting the inside of your cheek as confusion flashed through your eyes like the moon on the water. “What do you mean?”

Ben shook his head, lowering his head slightly as he met your gaze and licked his lips, not letting his eyes drift down to your lips as he did his best to stay composed. “I mean, I heard you were getting frustrated lately, and I heard you’ve been having a hard time… so I figured I’d come and try to help because, don’t tell anyone this, I care.”

You were a little taken aback by the statement, letting out a scoff as you laughed and looked down at the ground. “Nah, you just care about work, Daimio.”

“That’s… not true,” he said, clenching his jaw as he put his hand on your shoulder and sighed heavily, his chest heaving. “I care about you. I want to see you be alright. I want to see you, as you’d put it, sound as a pound.”

“Mate,” you smiled as you kept your gaze down. “Never say something like that again.”

He chuckled along with you for a moment before giving your shoulder a sweet little squeeze and clearing his throat. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You returned his gaze at last, swallowing thickly and shrugging as you let out a shaky breath; you could do one of two things - either, you could tell him how you felt, or you could lie, and it didn’t seem like Ben would settle for the latter. You struggled to speak for a moment before shaking your head. “Promise you ain’t gonna laugh?”

“At you?” Ben questioned with a slight smirk. “Never.”

You nodded, clearing your throat and scratching your nose as you fumbled and stumbled over words and did your best not to stall and stutter. “For a while, Hellboy’s been teasing me… about you… about, fuck, about my feelings for you… ‘cause, y’know, I… I… shitting fuck, I like you, like, a lot.”

Silently, Ben nodded, letting a hum fall from his lips as he allowed his hand to drop from your shoulder, finding its way to yours as he toyed with your fingers, tracing and mapping out little scratches and scars as he admired how much softer they were compared to his own. “Do you mean that?”

“I know you’re busy,” you began, sadly, “and I know you don’t have time for… for something more than a wham, bam, thank you, man… but I… shit, I have these feelings for you, Ben, and I don’t… I don’t know how to get rid of them.”

After a moment of reflection, a moment to allow the words to sink in, Ben shook his head, biting the inside of his lip. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to get rid of your feelings, (y/n), I feel exactly the same, and I would’ve told you sooner, but you know… scars, insecurity.”

You chuckled, retracting your hand from his and turning slightly so that your body was facing him, and oh so slowly, you turned your arm over oh so slowly and with such a shame, to expose a rather gnarly looking scar on your wrist; it was clearly a once incredibly deep cut, and Ben couldn’t help but to frown as he looked at it before looking up at you, and waiting for you to speak.

“Don’t worry, I get it… when people find out about this, they… tend to walk the other way.”

“Not me,” he said quietly, moving a little closer and pulling you close enough so that your forehead was against his, his breath and his words fanning across your lips and your cheeks as he spoke, “not me. If you want me, (y/n), you can have me.”

“I want you,” you whispered, resting a hand at the back of his neck as you closed your eyes. “I want you, Ben… I wanna be yours.”

“Then kiss me.” He ordered, using a stern and cold tone of voice that made your knees weak and your heart flutter as you pulled away, looking at his lips for a moment before being taken by pleasant surprise when Ben leaned in; at first, the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, just the two of you pouring your feelings into it like it was a dance for the Gods, but it soon turned chaste and sweet, his lips dominant over yours but moving slowly and gently, no sign of wanting it to deepen as he reached for your hand and gripped it tightly, only to pull away when you were both out of breath. For a few extra seconds, Ben admired how your lips were swollen from the sweet kiss, and how you breathed heavily but quietly, eyes blown with adoration and the yearning for another one. “Do you want to stay here for another little while?”

“If that’s alright with you,” you whined, nodding.

“Anything you want is alright with me.”

#ben daimio x reader #ben daimio imagine #ben daimio #hellboy imagines #hellboy 2019 #hellboy fanfiction #hellboy #mlem writes

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all-by-myself98 · 5 years ago

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I’m Sorry

Fandom: Hellboy

Prompt: Your chest will glow when you get close to your soulmate.

Character: Ben Daimio

Warnings: It’s 2019 Hellboy. There’s definitely swearing.

It has been 8 years, 5 months, and 22 days since you were kidnapped and first experimented on. In those 8 years, no one seemed to care about your disappearance. The tiny box TV in your padded room tells you current events in the area and there is nothing about missing homeless teens from 8 years ago.

Fair enough. You didn’t have much friends back then except for a few other kids on the street you would hang around.

You also weren’t alone, from what you could tell. About 3 months ago, there was a lot of chatter with the guards about a new specimen locked away in their own special place.

The experiments performed on you consisted of a lot of weekly injections. They would also wheel you into a room but you were never awake or told what they did to you. All you knew was that, one day, you were completely normal and, over the next few months, you realized that you could manipulate your own, and other people’s senses. You had even attempted to escape by rendering the guards blind but you learned that they could block your abilities by turning on a specific frequency.

You knew you missed so much. You had been kidnapped at 18 from under a bridge where you made home. You were now almost 27. A lot of things would race into your mind.

Where are your friends from the homeless network? Did they finally get off the streets and finish high school?

What about the stray dogs you would feed every Saturday?

Did you ever get a call back on that job opening at the movie theater?

Is your soulmate well?

You had been the last of your friends to not meet your soulmate and, now that you were here in this hell, you doubted you would ever get to see him. You would just end up being a guinea pig for the rest of your life.

But it’s 8 years, 5 months, and 22 days after you were initially kidnapped that you will finally be saved.

It’s another mindless day of tests. They always run tests on you, learning about you and poking and prodding you. In fact, you have never left this compound. They let you do their dirty work for them from the same interrogation room. You sit in the room, they bring someone or something in. They tell you what to do to it, what to change, what to heighten or take away.

On this day, they do their tests as always. Eight AM to 1 PM, and then you have the rest of the day off to have your lunch, read, watch from limited television programs, and sleep. The rest of the time, they are working on their new mystery specimen.

It’s around 7 PM, after they slide your dinner under the door, that something unexpected happens. The television flashes off and doesn’t turn back on again. Almost simultaneously, the lights switch off and then are suddenly replaced by a dark glow from the emergency lights.

You frown, standing up from your place on the ground and checking the little stereo as well. It is also not working.

Then there’s commotions from outside. Yelling and gunfire and fighting. The hands on your arms stand up on end, goosebumps arise as the heating system is also shut off.

The eye-level flap to your door is opened and a guard yells out “Get back, you freak!”

You do as told, crawling back onto your bed in the corner of the room. However, before he can unlock and open the door, something big and red rams into him and throws him out of your view.

You suddenly feel a strange faint warmness from your chest. You look down to see that, through the gray T-shirt, there is a bright glowing emanating from your chest. Your soulmate is somewhere nearby!

What in the actual hell is going on?

The door is then thrown across your room, hitting the wall, with signs of scorching on what used to be the outside. A big, red, brutish man enters. He has long black hair, red horns that look to have been crudely sawed off, and yellow eyes. But his chest doesn’t glow. He isn’t your soulmate.

“Hi.” He says point-blank. “Um... I’ll be honest, we didn’t know anyone else was here except for the weird fish guy.” He adds sheepishly, an irony to the screaming coming from down the hall. “So anyway, we turned the power off... and yeah... we’re here to save you. Let’s go.”

He leaves, running down the hallways once more and you can hear the yelling and screaming of your abusers.

You follow hesitantly, peaking your head out of the empty doorway. Blood and bodies litter the floors and walls, scientists who experimented on you for years, others who didn’t lift a finger to help when you screamed and cried as a young 18-year-old girl. You follow the hulking red man from a considerable distance. He’s a new face and, with the mind games that these people have played before, you wouldn’t be hugely surprised to find out this was all some sick simulation.

But you also can’t argue that your chest is glowing right now. The sudden feeling of warmth and safety and love is not something they can fake. The feeling of real sticky blood on the walls isn’t something that can be faked either. And the hot scorching from the broken down door you left behind.

There is simply no way this can be faked, right?

All of a sudden, you find yourself thrown to the ground, a large creature on top of you. The large cat bares it’s fangs at you, its paw partially tearing into your shirt.

You scream, trying to push it off before you notice the same glowing that comes from your chest also comes from its chest. You temporarily blind the thing, giving you the advantage to push it off and away from you. In front of your own eyes, the large cougar begins to transform into a naked and vulnerable man.

The red-skinned person from earlier turns around to see what happened, noticing you shifting closer to the wall, hugging your knees to your chest with your shirt partly torn and the cougar man thing yelling that he can’t see.

“What the fuck, Daimio? She’s was held captive, you dumbass.” He pauses as he approaches you both. ‘Daimio’ is silent now, curled into a ball. You scamper away again, back to your room and grab a blanket from the bed.

“Why is he saying he can’t see?” The red man asks you as you come back.

You don’t say anything, though. You still worry that you’re still under the control of the scientists and you were always told to keep your mouth shut. Instead, you drape the blanket over Daimio, placing a soothing touch to his head. His sight is immediately back and, even though he doesn’t shy away from your touch, his whole body is stiff and tense.

You finally speak after you feel you’re in control again. “I’m sorry.” You whisper. Your voice is hoarse from a lack of using it. He relaxes a bit more under those words so you repeat them over and over again. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Daimio looks up once again, eyes open and eyesight fully restored. He repeats your words back to you when he sees the small tear on your shirt. And he apologizes again when he sees the glowing from your chest and his. But, with this realization that you two are soulmates, he finally relaxes and hugs you closer and refuses to let go.

You haven’t realized until now as you hug this stranger who is no doubt your soulmate close to you that you missed touch. Despite all of this control over senses, the one you yourself lacked the most over the past 8 years was touch. The scientists only ever touched you to perform their tests and experiments on you and, even before, living life as a homeless teen on the streets, you never got to experience this feeling much. You had associated touch with danger or weakness.

Now that you truly felt safe, you were willing to embrace the so-called weakness.

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A/N: I totally feel like this was a bit extra and a bit too heavy on actions and descriptions but fuck it. As always, feedback is appreciated.

#hellboy #hellboy 2019 #ben daimio #ben daimio x reader #i feel like this is probs too much but oh well #feedback appreciated #soulmate au

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im-satans-cat · 5 years ago

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Ben Daimio with a demon s/o

-He loves your horns, your bat like wings and your devilish tail.

-He enjoys watching you fly around, sometimes you do silly tricks flying around the bureau. Flying upsdown, doing backflips in the air, etc. It always makes him smirk when around other agents, he won't ever show how much he loves you doing these things around others.

-Speaking of flying, God does he enjoy watching you on a mission and fighting. Most of your team stays on the ground, monsters never really expect a flying demon to come after them. Just watching you fight every mission makes him fall in love with you more, I swear.

-Did I mention he loves your wings and tail? He loves them so much, you catch him playing or feeling them a lot. It really catches you off guard but you love it and so does he.

-He likes to tease you... In many different ways... Sometimes jokingly... sometimes well, sexually. He found out while playing with your tail that their is a spot that just gives you a sensation. So whenever he can he will tease you with that spot.

-You do the same though. You learned a trick from Hellboy, he's mentioned he has teased others with his tail. You decided to try this on Ben... Needless to say it worked. (He hates sitting next to you during meetings, but secretly loves it too)

-Some of the agents like to pick on you, cause of your looks, when Ben isn't around. Some forget that you are dating Ben, so they don't know the repercussions of picking on you. You ALWAYS tell Ben right away who did it and what they said. You could most likely handle it on your own but Ben can be scary even when he's not in his jaguar form. He'll hunt down the agent that did this to you and give them hell. He awalys comes back and comforts you, letting you sit in his lap while he either hugs you or plays with your hair.

-Ben doesn't do much PDA, again he does tease in public sometimes, but that's when he knows others aren't paying attention. He'll give you the occasional peck on the cheek in public, but not much else. He's a very secretive man, and takes his job seriously.

-That doesn't mean he doesn't like giving you attention though, he's a lot different when you two are in privacy. Always kissing you, hugging you, and who could forget the occasional slap on the ass (he loves to do this as your cooking for some reason, you usually get him back though and it becomes a war of slapping each other's asses)

-Even though he's a serious man, he does have a sense of humour and enjoys joking around with you. (He makes way too many puns about your horns, tail, and wings. The man's full of dad jokes)

#my fanfiction #my headcanons #ben daimio x reader #hellboy #still practicing on writing

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silence-burns · 6 years ago

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There is not enough Daimio (Hellboy) x reader

and Deckard Shaw (Fast&Furious) x reader on this website and i feel the urge to fix this. Should I?

#personal post #ben daimio x reader #deckard shaw

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sp00kworm · 4 years ago

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Rogue Feelings

Pairing: Hellboy x Male Reader

Warnings: Extremely Adult Content below the cut.

A/N: This was a commission piece for @sleepy--bat who kindly allowed me to post this! I hope you all enjoy something a little...well very much adult haha.

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“Have you seen Red?” You walked into the library with a huff, looking over at Alice as she turned another page of her book, studying, seemingly ignoring you, “Alice?”

Alice jumped in her seat, looking up from the book on the table with wide eyes as she finally looked at you, “Huh?” She snapped the book closed.

“I said, have you seen Red?” You asked again, resting against the doorway as you tried to get a look at what she was reading.

She was quick to hide the book from your prying eyes, “I haven’t seen him since yesterday.” She tucked the book under her hands and folded them over the title with a smile before sliding it into her lap and tucking her ponytail of dreadlocks back behind her shoulder.

“Oh, you haven’t?” You asked with a scowl, “Well Ben said you were the last one to see him.” You scoffed, “So I guess I’ll go back to Ben and tell him he’s a liar.” With a kick of your boot on the floor, you turned to go back and annoy the shifter again.

Alice sighed, and threw her head back with a groan, “Fine!” She grumbled before reaching for the book in her lap and tossing it on the table.

‘Demon Anatomy and the Cycles of Devils’

“Alice what the fuck?” You asked as you sat at the table, “What does this have to do with where Hellboy is?”

The medium pushed her fingers together underneath her chin and smirked, “Well if you look at the pages that I bookmarked it might make a lot more sense.”

With a suspicious look you opened the book, “Alice there’s a lot of diagrams of penises here and not a lot of explanations.” You fumbled through the pages, half curious and half distraught at the amount of demon anatomy being thrust into your brain.

Alice stopped your flipping with a finger and tapped the chapter title with a laugh, “This one, love.” She teased as you looked down at the words.

‘Mating Cycles’

“You better be messing with me right now, Alice.” With an open mouth you looked up at the medium. You regretted looking.

A smirk was plastered on her face as she reached for the hot tea on the table. She took a sip, still smirking at you over the top of the mug, “Why would I joke about this?”.

“I don’t know, but its usually to mess with me or Ben.” You scolded as you glanced over the parts about binding a mate to themselves. An interesting read without the current woman in the room.

Alice rolled her eyes, “Ben will tell you the same thing.” She rapped her fingers across the table before tilting her head, “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

Ben scowled at her as he entered, “The devil will be less inclined to kick your arse.” He snarled, the scars on his face twisting before he walked over to Alice, and placed his hands on the back of her chair with a growl, “You were supposed to be in simulation training forty-five minutes ago, Alice.”

“Cry me a river, cat-boy.” She spat back as she stood and flexed her fingers, fingering her knuckle dusters as she stood, spinning them teasingly at the soldier, “I’ll kick your arse for fun then come back and finish my cuppa.”

Ben scowled at her before looking at the book in your hands, “Perhaps you should be more inconspicuous about yours and Hellboy’s…activities?” He let out a laugh as you hid the book underneath your arms, “That or go and help the poor fucker. He’s a dick normally, but he was unbearable yesterday.” The were-jaguar grumbled as he pulled Alice from the room, “Sort him out.”

The two of them disappeared through the library doors once again and you let out a deep sigh as you looked back at the pages underneath your arms.

“He’s locked in his room!” Alice screamed from the corridor before Ben growled once more and steered her away to the training room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

Hellboy’s room was entirely reinforced alloy steel. Inches thick and rather unbreakable. It was like a vault, sealed tight to stop him breaking out or someone getting in. A prison was what he usually called it. You had to agree most of the time. It was like a super reinforced cell made just for him. However, usually it didn’t stop him from punching his way out of it for a night on the town. You banged a fist against the door and waited for a reply. Nothing. Silence.

“Red! I know you’re in there. I asked Jacob in security to check the cameras!” You shouted as you stood in the hallway, tapping your foot against the steel flooring as you waited for the demon to open his door.

You heard a thud and an annoyed groan, “Piss off!” Hellboy shouted from inside.

“Don’t you tell me to leave, Red! I’ve had enough of you as it is! Open this door right now or I swear to God I’ll get someone to unlock it for me!” You threatened as you knocked again, persistent in your hounding of the demon locked in his room.

You jumped as a bang sounded from the door, “Will you listen to me for once!?” Hellboy snarled from behind it, his voice muffled by the metal, “I ain’t feelin’ good and I don’t want you on the receiving end of this one!”

He sounded tense, like he was struggling to control his temper.

“Alice and Ben are worried about you…I am too.” You pressed a hand to the door, “Ben said you were more of a dick than usual.” You joked as you listened to what was going on behind the door.

Hellboy was silent for a moment before he replied, “Well Ben is an asshole.” He grunted, “Maybe if you like Ben so much you should go bother him.”

“Now you’re being a brat you oversized tomato!” You thumped at the door again, “You know full well I only have eyes for you.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t!” He declared before stomping back into his room, his loud footsteps disappearing in the direction of his bed.

“You great oaf.” You hissed before opening, unlocking your phone, and ringing the security room. Jacob picked up, “Yes?”

“Open his door for me.”

“You know that’s not…”

“Open. It.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The great locks churned open, clunking before the great vault door swung open to reveal a trashed room inside. You stepped inside with a confused look and closed the door behind you with a slam.

“Red, I’m coming in whether you like it or not!” You announced as you stepped into his small lounge room. There was a lack of grinding noises, but the bathroom light was on and his sander still plugged into the wall. There was rubbish all over the floor of the lounge, mostly made up of smashed pieces of the table. You stepped over a cushion impaled with a table leg and moved to turn off the bathroom light. A great sigh came from behind Hellboy’s bedroom door, and you headed towards the large doorway, carefully picking your way back through the rubbish once more.

“Hellboy?” You asked, softly, gentle as you reached his door.

“Why can’t you just listen to me…” He grumbled from behind the door, “Always ignoring me…”

You opened the door, “I want to help…” Your mouth dropped open as you looked at the demon laid back across his bed, cheeks flushed almost purple as he rubbed at his head and tried to adjust his legs. He was half dressed, his bottom half covered in slack, soft, black jogging bottoms. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you gazed at the picture before you. Your gaze lowered to the strained fabric over Hellboy’s crotch.

“Well this is awkward.” Hellboy grunted as he sat back against his headboard, legs spread to stop his own large thighs from pressing against his genitals, “But since when do you listen to me, huh?”

“This is what all this drama was for? Because you’re in season or whatever?” You asked softly.

“Don’t say it like that.” Hellboy grumbled, “Makes me sound like some sort of animal. Which I’m not!” He snapped, his pointed tail swishing irritably by the side of his bed. His stone fist clenched rhythmically as his orange eyes looked up your body, raking over the tight uniform of the BRPD, which you had been forced to wear since arriving. Hellboy’s assistant. Most people called you his wrangler. The boy-toy. Hellboy tended to get handsy then, usually meaning one or more people ended up in the infirmary with broken noses.

“You’re being…” You stopped when he rolled over onto his side, hooves scrunched up, knees bent as he hid his face from you, his tail swishing grumpily, “Such a meathead, HB.”

The demon peered over his shoulder, hair spilling over his shoulder as he rolled himself back to face you, “Not the worst thing I’ve ever been called.”

You stepped into the room as Hellboy’s orange eyes looked you up and down, admiring the tight shirt over you as you snapped the lock on his door. His red tail perked up with interest, debauched ideas streaming through his mind as he watched you walk towards the bed.

“You could have told me…” You whispered, reaching a hand towards his chest.

Hellboy felt his chest flutter underneath your warm hand and he reached for it with a low rumble, clutching the fingers with his human hand, keeping your touch on his skin, “Its not entirely normal, babe.” He rumbled as your fingers threaded through the fur down his stomach. He caught your hand before it could reach the waistband of his joggers.

“But its part of you, Red, and I love every part of you.” You promised as you let him just hold your hand. He placed your palm against his cheek and smiled as your fingers rubbed against his sideburns. You threaded your fingers into his facial hair as you moved to sit by him on the bed, perched on the edge.

Hellboy shuffled back from you, recoiling, his right-hand grazing against your wrist, but not holding you, just pushing your hands back, “This ain’t a good idea.” His tail snapped like a whip against the bedding, “You could get hurt. It was bad enough last year in Mexico. I thought I was gonna…”

“Kill somebody?” You offered with a half-smile. You pressed your hands against his stone palm and rubbed at it softly, trying to sooth the worry coiling in every muscle of the demon.

Hellboy rumbled again as your finger wandered over the stone of his arm, stroking the swirling patterns over the hellish coloured rock. You passed the top of the rock, just below his elbow and connected with his skin, gently circling the red skin, feeling the tension in his bicep as his breathing fluttered.

“Stop that.” Hellboy whispered, “You don’t know how hard this already is, sweets.” He plucked away your touch again and levelled his orange gaze at you, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He insisted, “And I’ve never…I’ve never rode this thing out with another person! I don’t know what I’m capable of or…” He shouted until your finger pressed over his lips.

“Are you done worrying now?” You asked as you flopped yourself against his chest, feeling the burning heat of him through your uniform, “Because I know that you won’t do anything to hurt me.” You insisted as Hellboy wrapped his arms around you tight, pressing you against his front, your head resting on his pectorals.

“You ain’t listening to me is my problem.” He grumbled as his tail reached to coil around your waist, the end poking against your skin. The demon held you possessively, “But…I’m.” He groaned in exasperation, “Fine. You can have your way then.” He relented, sagging back against the cushions, throwing his stone arm up into the pile as you grinned down at him.

“You might want to get undressed before we start.” Hellboy purred underneath you, the words whispered, dark and deliciously, against your cheek. You shuddered against him as his hand moved down your back, following the curve of your back before he squeezed at the flesh of your backside.

“You want me out of my clothes that badly, Red?” You teased as the demon underneath you rumbled, enjoying your attention as you laid your hands on his chest again and rubbed at the hair on his chest, fingers teasing over his nipples, watching his red skin go flush with a myriad of purple tinted red. It was a puce colour, a red mixed with purple, almost brown. Puce suggested it was a foul look for him. It was anything but. The bright flush on his cheeks and chest was endearing. The embarrassment suited him. You pushed against Hellboy’s chest, leaning back, slotting your hips against his own as you settled yourself back comfortably before you stood up from him, swinging your leg over his hips, escaping his grabbing hands.

“I wanna rip you out of it all.” He growled, watching as you kicked your shoes and socks off. You pulled your jacket off with a smirk and then tugged your shirt off, revealing your skin to his hungry orange eyes. He didn’t move from the bed, sprawled back, fiddling with the elastic of his waistband as you unbuckled your belt and slid it free from the trouser loops. Your bottoms followed as you shimmied them off your legs and kicked them into the pile with the rest of your clothing.

“Somehow those briefs look hotter than they ever have.” Hellboy groaned as he pushed his jogging bottoms down, revealing his hard cock and thick thighs.

You laughed at the desperation in his tone, “They’re no different than usual.” With a hum you followed him in pulling at the elastic from around your hips, giving the demon a peak at your crotch before you tugged them back into place and placed your hands on the edge of his bed, leaning over, peering at him as he touched himself.

“Are you really just going to stand there?” He huffed at your smile, “I wouldn’t mind a bit of help.” He all but purred as your hand squeezed at his left arm’s bicep, admiring the squash of the muscle underneath your fingertips.

“I might just pull up a chair.” You whispered hotly, teasingly, before you reached for his bottoms and eased the soft fabric down his thighs, watching Hellboy flinch as your fingers grazed his skin.

“If you pull up a chair, I think I might drag you out of it.” He promised as he tugged his hooves from the clothing and fisted his dick again, squeezing the base of his erection with a shuddering breath.

“I know you would, Red.” You chuckled as you sat on his thighs.

Hellboy grumbled at your underwear, a stone finger slipping under the elastic of your pants before he grazed the rough texture over the curve of your ass, “Take these off.” He grunted as his hips thrust upwards, jarring you against his thighs, his red cock bobbing, even though it was still enclosed in his fist, “Please.” Hellboy whispered as you knelt on your knees and tugged the fabric down, awkwardly wiggling upwards to get your legs out of the holes. Hellboy took your underwear in his hand and grinned smugly as he pressed the crotch of it to his nose before tucking them under his pillow for safe keeping.

“You’re gross.” You were cut short and whined as his fingers clutched at the meat of your ass again, human and stone, grinding into the flesh as he dragged you up his legs, meeting your hips in a rough, jarring slide.

“You love it, baby boy.” Hellboy rumbled as he pressed his lips against your neck, grinding his nose into the flesh between your neck and shoulders, inhaling deeply against your skin. You shuddered at the name. Hellboy gave you a hot kiss as you melted against his chest, his facial hair rubbing against your skin as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, opening your mouth to his advances. Your tongues met in a wet exchange before he domineered the kiss, demanding rights to explore your mouth. Happily, you complied to his control, one hand easing down his chest, kneading at his chest, squashing the large pectorals as you continued to kiss.

You pulled away for air far too quickly for your own liking, the desperation to breathe making you whine at the demon.

Hellboy grinned up at you, looking at your flushed face and swollen lips. He leaned up to bite at the skin and tugged on your bottom lip with another growl, “One nickname and you’re already ruined. What happened to all that bravado, baby boy?” He purred darkly as the fingers of his stone hand gripped your ass tightly, leaving grazes on your skin as his human hand reached to stroke your cock, “I think its my turn to wind you up…” He hummed against your neck before watching your own fingers wrap around his cock, both hands squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. It was too large for both to cover completely, the end weeping in his desperation to fuck something other than his own hand.

“Fuck I can’t…” He moaned as your hands trailed up and then down in a featherlight touch, “I’ve been fucking my own hand since yesterday to the idea of this. The idea of fucking you has…” Hellboy’s orange eyes burned as you squeezed the tip of his cock. Fangs snarled at you as you pulled away, red lips peeled backwards in a harsh display before his pointed ears shifted up and down, “Fuck!” He cursed as his cock twitched in his own lap, clear precum clinging to the hair down his stomach.

“Hellboy…Do you have lube?” You asked, half delirious as he commandeered your lips again, exchanging spit once more before he gathered himself.

The demon heaved a deep breath with another snarl before his stone hand slammed at his nightstand, “Shit!” He cursed before he held you up with the stone hand and searched with his other in the mess of items from the drawer. After a moment, he sat back in the cushions, and held up a bottle of lubricant with his thumb and finger. He was quick to snatch your wrists with the stone hand, gripping them in front of you tightly as he spread his own thighs, spreading your legs wide, opening your cheeks to the fingers of his other hand. They sought your entrance, already slick with the lubricant, a moment later. You never even heard him open the top of the bottle.

“You ready, baby boy?” He asked, eyes full of lust but serious and in the moment.

You nodded and relaxed over his legs as a finger massaged at the tight ring of muscle, gentle as he eased his way inside, one finger at a time. One long finger stretched you open, and you clenched around the thick finger, breathing as evenly as you could manage. You squeezed at his stone fingers your mouth open as you let out a breathy moan. A second finger breached you a few moments later, pumping just as gently as the first, easing you open a little more. The third was a surprise and you gave a great moan as Hellboy popped it inside.

“You sure about this?” He asked again.

You gave another shuddering moan, “If you don’t shut up and…”

“Got it baby.” He teased as he grazed a bundle of nerves inside of you.

Hellboy’s finger’s slid free, leaving you feeling empty.

“Hellboy.” You whined as you were pulled forwards, your dick grazing against his own. You thrust your hips against his own and opened your mouth to receive another messy kiss as he growled, fangs bruising your lips. He turned the fangs against your neck and purred in delight at the blood and bruises welling under your skin. A dexterous tail slid around your waist, holding you up as Hellboy poured lube over his cock, fisting his dick as he quickly spread the lubricant over himself.

“Shh, baby.” He rumbled as he slid his cock between your buttocks. The head grazed your entrance before he slid home, slowly easing you down on his demonic sized dick. The lubricant eased the way dramatically and your thighs smacked with a wet slap as you paused over the root of his dick, already feeling a little too full. He snarled underneath you and held your hips steady before he eased his own hips up the last few inches, impaling you fully on his cock. Your moan made his ears twitch and the demon smirked as you sat there in his lap, stuffed full, wet eyed and asking for him to move. He did after a moment, hips snapping upwards as his stone hand gripped your waist and dragged you up and down, impaling you repeatedly on his dick. Words seemed to escape the two of you and you whined for another kiss as he started a snapping, heavy rhythm, in and out of you.

“Hellboy…” You moaned as you pulled away from his heavy, addictive kisses, “I want you to come inside me.”

Hellboy growled, his head pressed to your chest, pointed tongue licking at your nipples as he ground his sanded horn stumps into your muscles, “Fuck yeah.” He cursed as his cock twitched inside of you, “I don’t…I don’t know how much…” You kissed him before he could finish and gripped his long hair as his hips stuttered and so did your own. His hand sought your cock between your legs, stroking you as you took him to the root, moaning into his mouth as your cum splattered against his stomach. Hellboy let out a growl, then a moan, before he pushed your hips down further, fingers gripping your ass as his cock twitched and fired a heavy load of cum straight inside of you.

“Fuck…” He cursed again as his orange eyes went lidded, another shot of semen pouring inside of you as you felt your entrance go tight.

“Shit!” You reached for his cock and moaned as the feeling of a sharp barb tugged inside of you, “Is…Is that a barb?” You whined as Hellboy’s hips moved, another drip of cum searing inside of you before he managed to realise what had happened. A few soft barbs and an inflated knot at the base of his cock held the two of you together.

“Oh shit!” He cursed as you shuddered in his lap, “Baby, I swear, I did not know that would happen.” He appeared sheepish once more, his face flushed with a familiar purple tinted red as he held you tight against his front, stroking your face gently, trying to soothe you.

The demon beneath you peered down in shock as you started to laugh, “Uh? Babe? You okay?” He asked as he tilted your chin upwards.

You whined softly as you moved your hips but settled against his plush chest happily, tracing your fingers through his hair, “I have no idea you had a knot…” You trailed off as he shuddered, “Looks like we’re stuck for a while in any case, but before I…” You yawned, “Before I fall asleep. I love you, Hellboy and nothing like this, nothing about you, could ever put me off or send me running, because you’re perfect just the way you are.” You kissed his chin and settled down, watching his eyes go wide before he sniffed, cringing, and hiding a tear as he returned your kiss.

“You’re too good for me.” He grumbled into your hair, “I love you too.”

You smiled against his skin and kissed at his blush.

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mrsarnasdelicious · 10 months ago

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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babesapiensstuff · 5 years ago

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Random idea: Hellboy's SO learning to walk in ridiculosly high heels for the sole purpose of reaching his face better so they can cover him in kisses more easily.

"Damn these shoes." You said adjusting the shoes to fit comfortably. The pumps themselves had to 6 inches taller than you were use to. Shuffling on the floor to keep balance, you kept practicing. One step * trip* slamming to the floor.

"Fuck!" You said hitting the floor. Rubbing your knees that were all skidded up from all the previous falls. You continued to just sit there until a you heard a knock on the door. Hellboy invited himself in.

" Whoa baby why are you on the floor? Why do those things even exist!?" He said pointing at your heels. You tried taking them off before hellboy could get to you but it was too late. He already had picked you up and sat your bed, placing you on his lap. He tried untangling the heels.

" Oh my gosh this is a trap!" He exclaimed. He managed to get them off your bruised and blistered feet. You rubbed your feet avoiding eye contact.

" Why are you wearing heels THIS big?" He asked. Bashfully you looked away before saying.

" I'm too small and I really want kisses. You're big and I feel bad when you have to lean over to give me kisses. So I thought I'd wear these to give you kisses."

He chuckled and hugged you.

" You're crazy if you think these are gonna work!" He said showing you the shoes. You got up from his lap he stood aswell.

" Hmm I have an idea..." He said before picking you so that you two we're eye level. He gave you a little peck and put you back down.

" Better?" He asked.

" Eh needs work but it should help a bit." You said hugging him.

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gandala · 4 years ago

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Fanfiktion: Paranormal Love - A Ben Daimio x Reader Story Part 1

Inhalt:

“Dein Leben lang musstest du deine Fähigkeiten vor der Welt verbergen. Jedes Mal wenn etwas 'schief gelaufen' ist bist du umgezogen. Davon gelaufen. Doch nun ist es an der Zeit dich deinen Ängsten zu stellen, deine Fähigkeiten zu akzeptieren und mit ihnen zu leben!”

Nach einer öffentlichen Zurschaustellung deiner Fähigkeiten nimmt das B.P.R.D. von dir Kenntnis und man möchte dich rekrutieren. Als persönliche Assistentin von Agent Benjamin Daimio kommst du diesem näher. ( Ben Daimio x Reader )

Genre: Übernatürlich, Romantik

Erzählstil: Erzähler-Sicht, reader-insert

Warnungen: dummer Anmachspruch

Kapitel 1: Kontrolle

Kennt ihr das? Wenn eine Situation in der ihr euch gerade befindet so surreal wirkt, dass ihr euch fragt ob ihr sie gerade wirklich so erlebt oder alles nur Einbildung ist? Wenn euer Leben still zu stehen scheint und ihr fragt euch wie es nur dazu gekommen ist?

Bäume und Häuser zogen zügig vorbei als du einen Blick aus dem Fahrzeug warfst. Aus deiner Trance erwacht drehst du dich nach vorn und suchst nach Kontakt. Es war kaum eine Stunde her, als dich schwarzgekleidete Anzugträger an einem Museum abgeholt hatten. „Miss Y/N, richtig? Agent Clay von der B.P.R.D. Mein Vorgesetzter möchte Sie kennenlernen. Bitte seien Sie kooperativ und steigen ins Auto“, sprach einer von ihnen zu dir. Erschöpft, aber keineswegs überrascht gabst du ohne jeglichen Widerstand nach. Dir war klar, dass deine Aktion für Aufmerksamkeit gesorgt hatte. Aber welche Wahl hattest du denn schon gehabt?

Dein Mund war trocken. Also schlucktest du bevor du eine Frage stelltest, die dir während der gesamten Fahrt schon auf der Zunge lag. „Was genau ist das B.P.R.D.?“ Kurz dachtest du, dass dich niemand gehört hatte, weil keine Antwort kam. Dann aber öffnete sich ein kleines Fenster zum Fahrerbereich. „Ich kann verstehen, dass Sie viele Fragen haben. Aber wir sind bald da und der Professor wird Ihnen dann alles erklären. Also genießen Sie doch den Rest der Fahrt und ruhen sich noch etwas auf dem Rücksitz aus.“ Die Antwort kam von Clay. Er war der Einzige, der zu ihr sprach. Seine beiden Kollegen, der Fahrer und ein weiterer Agent schienen jeglichen Kontakt zu dir zu scheuen. Allesamt schienen großgewachsene und trainierte Männer zu sein. Ihre Kleidung und ihr Verhalten deuteten auf Geheimdienst. Sie hatten Angst, das spürtest du. Nur vor was genau war unklar. Vielleicht vor dir? Du fühltest dich zu platt um tiefer zu graben. Seufzend machtest du es dir gemütlich und schlossest die Augen.

Das Knallen der Autotüren weckte dich aus deinem kurzen traumlosen Schlummer. Gentlemanlike öffnete Clay dir die deine. Amüsiert beobachtete er dich wie du dich umsahst. Ihr standet vor einem modernen massiven Gebäude. »Was für ein hässlicher Betonklotz«, dachtest du. Die Aussicht gefiel dir hingegen sehr. Das Gebäude lag in einem Gebirgshang. Frischer kühler Wind blies hier und ließ die Bäume und Büsche tanzen. Er bereitete dir eine leichte Gänsehaut. Es war gerade Ende August. Wie wäre es hier wohl erst im Winter? Agent Clay begleitete dich zum Eingang während sich seine Kollegen um das Fahrzeug kümmerten und wohl in einer Art Tiefgarage parkten. Nach dem er sich zu erkennen gegeben hatte ertönte ein Signal und die Tür öffnete sich. Vorbei an zwei Wachen, welche ihn freundlich Grüßten kamt ihr durch eine Eingangshalle mit Andenken von gefallenen Agents. Auch war da ein Symbol. Das gleiche zierte die Uniformen der Wachen und war auch auf dem Anzug deiner Begleitung zu sehen. Es war kreisrund und beinhaltete eine Hand die ein Schwert erhoben hielt und ein Dreieck. Vermutlich war dies, das Symbol der B.P.R.D., dachtest du dir.

Auf dem Weg zum Büro des „Professors“ erntetest du hin und wieder von der ein oder anderen Person, welche auch durch die Gänge wanderte, neugierige Blicke. Schien wohl nicht all zu oft jemand neues hier aufzutauchen. In Begleitung des Agents wurden dir allerdings keine Fragen gestellt. Die meisten Mitarbeiter hier waren männlichen Geschlechts. Eine Ausnahme bildete eine junge Frau, die dir mit ihrer Lederjacke und Dreadlocks nicht ganz ins Bild passte. Sie stand vor einem Aufzug und fluchte. „Hey, Alice. Stimmt etwas nicht?“, fragte dein Begleiter sie. Die Angesprochene drehte sich genervt um. „Ah, Clay. Ja. Hellboy scheint sich wieder am Steuerpult vergangen zu haben. Müssen wohl wieder alle laufen.“ »Hellboy? War das ein Codename?«, fragtest du dich. Dein Blick fiel auf den Aufzug, welcher von außen noch funktionstüchtig aussah. Währenddessen musterte dich das Mädchen argwöhnisch. Sie schien nicht viel jünger zu sein als du. „Das ist die Kleine, die dich Broom hat holen lassen?“ „Ja“, antwortete Clay schlicht. Dies schien Alice zu reichen, denn sie stellte keine weiteren Fragen. Zu Dritt wandertet ihr durch das breite Treppenhaus. Runter ins Untergeschoss des Betonklotzes. Es dauerte nicht lange und ihr standet vor einer großen zweiflügligen Tür. Alice wünschte dir noch viel Glück und verschwand dann in einem der anderen Räume. Dein Begleiter klopfte an. „Herein“, ertönte es von drinnen.

Mit einem leichten Schwung öffnete er die Tür und kündigte dich an. „Gut gemacht, Clay. Hol´ dir für den Rest des Tages frei. Aber vorher schau bitte noch mal nach ihm. Er hatte wieder einen Wutanfall,“ sprach ein älterer Herr. Er trug ebenfalls einen eleganten Anzug. Die schwarz-grauen Haare nach hinten gekämmt. Dein Begleiter nickte, verabschiedete sich und ging. Der ältere Mann fingerte an einer Brille herum während er dich genauer beobachtete. „Bitte setz dich, mein Kind. Du musst viele fragen haben“, meinte er dann. Du kamst seiner Forderung nach, obwohl du nach der mehrstündigen Autofahrt keinerlei Drang verspürtest dich erneut irgendwo niederzulassen. „Ja, die habe ich allerdings. Meine ersten wären. Was ist das B.P.R.D. und was wollen Sie von mir?“ Der Mann lächelte dich freundlich an. „B.P.R.D. steht für „Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense“. Wir sind eine Behörde zur Untersuchung und Abwehr paranormaler Erscheinungen. Heute um 4 p.m. ist ein Fanatiker Nimues in das Salem Witch Museum eingebrochen um „Ungläubige“ zu töten. Sie waren nicht nur dabei, sondern haben den Terrorakt verhindert. Und das einfach nur mit reden...“

»Oh, nein!« Du musstest nicht in seinen Geist blicken um zu wissen, was er als nächstes sagen würde. „...Das war schon eine große Leistung. Unerklärlich für jegliche Menschen vor Ort. Diese „Überredungskünste“. Wir haben etwas über Sie recherchiert, Y/N. 6 Wohnortswechsel in den letzten 3 Jahren. Und zu den Zeiträumen in denen Sie sich wo aufhielten geschahen dort wundersame Vorfälle. Ein von einer unbekannten Person verhinderter Ladendiebstahl, bei der sich der Dieb anschließend selber stellte und entschuldigte. Ein Polizist der 2 Tage durch die Steppe wanderte. Als man ihn fand, erwachte er wie aus einer Trance und konnte sich an nichts erinnern. Nicht einmal warum er so lange gelaufen war. Und ein junger Mann der sich selbst ins Schienbein schoss. Im Krankenhaus erzählte er anschließend, dass es ihm ein kleines Mädchen beholfen hätte…“ „Das mit dem Schienbein war ein Unfall“, platzte es unbedacht und mit zittriger Stimme aus dir raus. »Verdammt! Das hast du davon wenn du immer denkst dich vor jedem rechtfertigen zu müssen. Jetzt sperren Sie dich ein!« Nervös kautest du auf deiner Unterlippe rum. Noch zu schwach um deine „Gaben“ erneut einzusetzen blieb dir nichts anderes möglich, als abzuwarten was nun geschehen würde. Und gegen jeglicher Erwartungen wollte man dich Freak nicht einsperren. Professor Broom lächelte dich nur freundlich an. „Keine Sorge. Sie sind nicht hier, weil wir Sie einsperren wollen. Im Gegenteil. Wir nehmen hier kooperative paranormale Wesen wie dich auf. Ich möchte, dass Sie für uns arbeiten. Sie scheinen sehr „überzeugende“ Fähigkeiten zu besitzen. Das ist genau das, was ich zurzeit brauche.“ Du schlucktest und meintest: „Ich werde niemanden für Sie töten!“ Broom nickte wissend. „Das wollen wir auch gar nicht. Mir geht es nur darum jemanden hier zu haben, der erhitzte Gemüter runter fahren lässt…“ „Wie dieser Hellboy?“, fragtest du ihn. Er schaute etwas verwundert. „Ich weiß nicht wo Sie diesen Namen gehört haben, aber ja. Sie würden unter anderem mit Hellboy zusammen arbeiten. In erster Linie geht es mir aber um einen anderen Agent. Agent Benjamin Daimio.“

Völlig lautlos und wie aus dem Nichts schritt eine Gestalt aus einer schattigen Ecke des Raumes. Dein Atem stockte bei seinem Anblick. Es handelte sich um einen großgewachsenen muskulösen Mann asiatischer Abstammung. Er trug wie Alice eine schwarze Lederjacke. Statt einer normalen Jeans allerdings eine militärische Cargohose und ein paar Military Boots. Ziemlich markant waren ein paar lange Narben, welche eine seiner Gesichtshälften zierten. Es schien so, als hätte ihn mal ein großes wildes Tier angegriffen. Trotz allem wirkte der mysteriöse Fremde auf dich ziemlich attraktiv. Aber irgendwas an ihm strahlte Gefahr aus. Wie ein majestätischer sibirischer Tiger – schön aber tödlich. Ein Räuspern des Professors brachte dich in die Gegenwart zurück. Peinlich berührt wurde dir bewusst, wie lange du ihn wohl angestarrt haben musstest. Gleichzeitig schloss sich dein Mund, der die ganze Zeit wohl leicht geöffnet gewesen sein musste. Du blicktest zu Boden und batest diesen inständig um die Erlaubnis in ihm versinken zu dürfen. Ein leichtes unterdrücktes Lachen war zu hören. Langsam schautest du wieder auf. In Benjamin Daimios Gesicht hatte sich ein amüsiertes Lächeln gebrannt. »Verdammt! Das zum Boden hab ich jetzt nicht ernsthaft laut gesagt, oder?« Ein weiteres Räuspern erklang. „Daimio ist einer unserer besten Agents. Er besitzt ähnlich wie du besondere Fähigkeiten. Leider aktivieren sie sich immer öfter und werden zur Gefahr für alle Anderen. Er hat sich dann nicht immer unter Kontrolle. Ihre Aufgabe wäre es ihn also zu begleiten und dafür zu sorgen, dass er möglichst stressfrei durch den Tag kommt. Vor Ihrem Einsatz müssten wir allerdings genauer wissen, was Sie können und austesten wie stark Ihre Fähigkeiten gegenüber anderen paranormalen Wesen sind.“ Es klang nicht wie eine Frage, mehr wie eine Aufforderung. „Klar. Ich kann gut Kaffee machen, massieren und ich kenne zahlreiche Achtsamkeitsübungen… ,“ scherzte ich. „… Ehrlich Sir. Das ist so verrückt. Ich meine, ich bin mein ganzes Leben Niemandem begegnet, der so war wie ich bin. Paranormal oder wie Sie es nennen. Und nun kommen Sie auf mich zu und bieten mir auch noch einen zu meinen Fähigkeiten passenden Job an und einen Ort an dem ich akzeptiert wäre. Woher soll ich wissen, dass Sie mich nicht für irgendwelche Experimente einsperren wollen oder fürs Töten anderer Menschen dressieren wollen? Woher soll ich wissen, dass Sie nicht mit mir spielen?“ Auf dem Gesicht des Professors legt sich erneut ein mildes Lächeln. Dieses entglitt ihn allerdings als jemand urplötzlich die Türen auf trat.

Rein gestürmt kam ein Wesen, dass du sonst nur aus Horrorfilmen und Mythen kanntest. Ein großer kräftiger rothäutiger Mann mit zwei abgeschliffenen Hörnern und einem Teufelsschwanz. Ein Dämon. »Der alte Mann hat nicht gelogen!« Er schwankte etwas beim gehen. Wie ein Betrunkener. Sein benebelter Blick lag auf Professor Broom. „Dad, wir müssen reden!…“ lallte er vor sich hin. „Nicht jetzt, Hellboy! Geh zurück auf dein Zimmer und schlaf´ erst mal deinen Rausch aus! Ich habe gerade Wichtiges zu tun,“ meinte er sichtlich genervt und blickte zu dir. Erst jetzt fielst du dem Dämon auf. Teils verschreckt und teils ungläubig starrtest du ihn an. Vor Schreck vor dem lauten Eintrudeln Hellboys warst du von dem Stuhl aufgesprungen und standest nun. Du fühltest dich ihm gegenüber trotzdem ziemlich winzig. Er musterte dich kurz so unverblümt wie du Daimio gemustert hattest. Ein breites Grinsen legte sich auf seinen Lippen und in seinen Augen funkelten etwas seltsam. „Uh... Hallo, wen haben wir denn hier? Als Gott dich schuf, wollte er sicher angeben.“ Es dauerte ein paar Sekunden bis du verstanden hattest was genau da gerade vorging. Da war gerade ein echter Dämon in den Raum gestürmt. Dieser war allen Anscheins ziemlich betrunken. Und zu allem Überfluss flirtete er nun auch noch mit dir. Die Absurdität dieser Situation und der Anmachspruch ließen dich in schallendes Gelächter ausbrechen. Jegliche Angst vor dem Wesen vor dir war mit einem Schlag verschwunden. Mit sich selbst zufrieden grinste Hellboy Daimio an. Dieser schien so gar nicht begeistert zu sein von seinem Auftreten. „Siehst du, Tiger. So bricht man das Eis. Also wenn man schon nicht so heiß ist es zu schmelzen,“ spöttelte er und warf dir einen flirtenden Blick zu. „Das gilt natürlich nicht für dich, mein Engel…“ Das war zu viel des Guten für Agent Daimio. Bedrohlich funkelte er den Dämon an. „Das reicht! Raus hier, sonst…!“ „Sonst was, Kitkat? Zeigst du mir deine Krallen?…“ Professor Broom seufzte und sah erwartungsvoll in deine Richtung. »Na, schön«, dachtest du dir und schrittest ein. Du stelltest dich zwischen die beiden Streitenden und legtest erneut eine Hand auf die Brust des Dämons. „Nana! Wir wollen doch nicht gleich einen Streit anfangen, Gentlemen. Wir sind doch alle erwachsene Menschen…“ sagtest du beschwichtigend. Dann schautest du Hellboy tief in die Augen und strichst ihn sanft über die Wange. „… Du wirst müde. Geh´ und ruh´ dich aus!“ Währenddessen achtetest du auf jede noch so kleine Reaktion von ihm. Und es funktionierte. Er drehte sich um, sagte er wäre müde, läge sich nun schlafen und zog ohne weiteres Tohuwabohu von dannen.

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