#hellboy 2019 fanfiction

[gardens-light]

One Giant Problem

With Abe out of action, due to recovering from the previous mission. Hellboy's 'usual' interaction with Manning, and him not taking well to the new comrad. Things hasn't gone down so well at The Bureau.

On top of all that, duty still calls and Hellboy has another mission to do. Not realizing that it may open up more problems... for what happens when the 'evil' you're fighting against, turn out to be people within your own ranks?...

Contents: Mild Coarse Language. Spoilers for Hellboy film (2019). Fluff. One bed cliche hinted towards end. (Part 3)

New Girl Saga. (If you'd like to be tagged for future parts. Let me know.)

Part 1 Part 3

"What?"

You took a step back as Hellboy raised his voice. Keeping your eyes low, simply gazing at the floor, as a gentle sigh left Professor Broom.

"My boy..." Broom approached Hellboy, sitting upon the armrest of the couch while leaning upon his cane. "I know you're upset about Agent Clay. It's not an easy job."

Hellboy continued to stare at the multiple screens, of the box TV's which stacked on top of one another.

"But... it's apart of the job. Everyone here knows that."

"Try and tell Manning that." Hellboy's voice had a firm tone. "He's not in charge, yet the asshole walks and talks like he is."

"I know you and Agent Manning don't always see eye to eye-"

"Father, please! The guy talks to me like a piece of shit, and holds me accountable!"

Professor Broom nodded while placing a gentle hand upon Hellboy's shoulder. "I'll speak with Manning. I agree that he has no right in the matter of addressing people the way he does. But please... there's something important I wish to discuss with you."

A heavy sigh left Hellboy, as he silently nodded. Giving the Professor a chance to continue with what he was trying to say before.

"As I was saying... the Osiris Club. They're a British occult society formed in 1866, by the ranking members of the Heliopic Brotherhood of Ra." Broom adjusted his semi-circle glasses. Feeling Hellboy's confuse gaze. "Like us, they fight against the forces of darkness. Our organizations have had a long-standing relationship."

"We scratch their backs and they scratch ours?" Hellboy questioned.

Broom gave him a warm smile, "in a manner of speaking... they're old friends of mine, and they need your help with dealing a curtain type of problem."

"Oh yea? What kind of problem?"

"Giants..."

Heathrow. England. 6pm

The cargo plane rumbled and shook as it came to land. Waking up from an uncomfortable sleep, a groan left you as you became aware of the crick in your neck.

"You alright, Kid?"

"Hmm?"

Your eyes fluttered open. The leather of Hellboy's trench coat rubbed against your cheek, as you looked up at him. Cheeks going red, once realizing you were resting upon his shoulder.

"H-How long was I out?"

"Roughly about most of the trip. You snored a little."

"O-Oh... umm, sorry."

"Don't be. I thought it was kinda cute."

A small smile came to Hellboy, as he noticed your cheeks redden even more.

"Good morning guys, this is your pilot speaking. We've landed into Heathrow and luckily it's warm and sunny weather. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete stop."

Hellboy undid his belt. standing upon his feet and holding onto the railings above him. "Get ready, Kid. These guys run like clockwork from what I've heard."

You struggled onto your feet. Holding onto his coat for balance, as the plane shook one final time while coming to a complete stop. Causing you to fall into his open arms. You both remained speechless as Hellboy helped you back onto your feet, holding you against him to keep you on balance.

A concierge lead you to the taxi which waited at the bottom of the portable stairs. Holding an umbrella, covering Hellboy from any possible views from passersby.

Sitting in the back of the taxi, feeling Hellboy briefly gazing at you throughout the trip. Biting your lip, you slowly looked at him as his attention snapped away from you. His golden eyes gazing out of the black tinted windows.

"Professor Broom was right." Your voice felt loud in the silence that was held between you for so long. "What happened to Abe and Clay... it wasn't your fault. Without you, nothing would of been achieved."

Hesitating for a moment, softly biting your lip before you continued. "I know you don't like me."

Hellboy's attention suddenly snapped back to you, his features softened as his gentle gaze saddened. Looking at you as though he was hurt by your words.

"It's ok." You assured with a weak smile, "but I'll always be here for you- and not because it's apart of my job." You leaned in a little closer to him, "y'know... you're not as bad as you think you are."

"Kid-"

"We've arrived." The driver announced, interrupting Hellboy.

Black iron gates automatically opened, allowing the iconic English car to pass. You looked out of the window, looking up at the impressive Victorian manner. Reminding you of the old fashioned manner from shows like Downton Abby.

Hellboy saw the small smile forming upon your lips, as the sunlight of dusk reflected from the windows and sparkled in your eyes.

I don't hate you, Y/N... his sadden voice echoed within his head. I just hate the fact of what I am keeps us apart...

Exiting the car, the driver opened your door. Gesturing towards the large double wooden doors.

You couldn't help but gaze at your surroundings, as you and Hellboy followed the butler's lead. The foyer itself was huge and grand, a crystal chandelier hung central to the space. You and Hellboy gathered around the small, circular table underneath the impressive fixture. An elegant rug covered the vintage flooring, while renaissance style paintings lined the wooden panelled walls.

"Your... guests, m'lord." the butler announced as he stopped in front of the flight of stairs before you. Hellboy raised an eyebrow at the man's appounciation, while well dressed gentlemen came down the stairs. Approaching you and Hellboy with warm smiles.

"Hellboy, welcome! I'm Lord Adam Glaren."

A middle aged man stepped a little further in front of the other two. His studious gaze fell on you, as you held your hand out.

"I'm Agent Y/N, sir. You have a beautiful home."

Lord Glaren hesitated before shaking your hand. Your smile slowly fading as you became uncomfortable under his curious stare.

"Welcome my dear, and a pleasure to meet you as well. I thank you for your compliment."

As he let go of your hand, you slowly stepped back to Hellboy's side. Your eyes slowly looking around the foyer. Sensing your sudden unease, Hellboy wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"May I introduce to you my associates? Dr Edwin Carp and August Swain." Lord Glaren introduced.

Hellboy smiled at Dr Carp, "hi. Have you guys ever been to the Osiris Club in Jersey?"

"No, I do not believe we have." Dr Carp spoke in thought, "say Glaren. Do we have a club in USA?"

"It's like this, but with strippers."

You couldn't help but smile at Hellboy's joke. Watching the Dr's face screw up into an unimpressed expression eased you to relax a little. Clearing his throat as he walked away and adjusting the blazer of his suit.

"Pay him no mind." Mr Swain politely spoke, stepping closer to you and Hellboy. "Your... hand" he pointed to Hellboy's hand of stone, "a fascinating thing. What purpose does it serve?"

"It smashes things good." Hellboy's voice kept it's bold tone.

"We are so very glad you accepted our invitation." Everyone's attention fell onto Lord Glaren again. "The Professor and I go back a long way."

Hellboy silently nodded, as you slowly approached one of the paintings upon the wall.

"The Osiris Club has been long dedicated to preserving the secret history of Great Britain." Lord Glaren explained, as Hellboy's wandering eyes left him and onto you. "It affords us certain insights into... 'certain individuals'-"

"By that, I assume you mean 'individuals' such as Hellboy?" you spoke over your shoulder.

Lord Glaren raised an eyebrow, as his associates nervously chuckled. The Lord noticing Hellboy's small smile, as the demon's gaze never left you.

"We've also given vital counsel to your B.P.R.D on occasion." Mr Swain added.

Your yawn interrupted the gentleman. Hellboy's attention fell back onto Lord Glaren, "perhaps skip onto the important part? My girl is tired, and I doubt you've flew us halfway around the world just so you could give a little history lesson."

Your body stiffened at the new nickname. An uncomfortable chill slowly crawled up your spine, feeling the two mens studious stare upon your back. While Lord Glaren pulled a fake smile.

"Perhaps... we should just show you?" you could hear the Lord's patronising tone.

Lord Glaren walked towards the bookcase in the far side of the foyer, his fingers tilting the spine of a green, leather book. A squeak echoed throughout the space, as a section of the bookcase opened inward. Exposing a small, spiral staircase which was hidden within the wall.

Hellboy approached you, placing a gentle hand upon the small of your back.

"Shall we?"

His voice snapping you out of your daze, and bringing you back into the moment. "Your... girl?" your brain could barely form the whisper.

Your eyes widened a little, as Hellboy's cheeks flushed to a deeper tone of red. Using his hand of stone to scratch the back of his neck.

"Ye..ah" he nervously chuckled. "You're... y'know... and we're..." his body slouched as a heavy sigh escaped him. "F-Forget I said anything... let's... just follow Mr Fancy-Pants..."

You tried to keep a straight face, as you and Hellboy followed the three men down the spiral staircase, and into a basement like space.

"Giants once dominated the British Isles." Mr Swain explained. "Vile, loathsome creatures that would likely eat you, as to look at you."

"They've always been a problem." Dr Carp added, stroking his mustache. "Bodies buried all over England. It's a curious feature of giants, that they occasionally rise from their graves and wreak havoc."

Lord Glaren flashed a smile that made you comfortable, "and when they do... we organize a hunt."

I'm not liking that tone of his... your thoughts wandered.

Coming to the bottom of the stairs, and walking into an archway. Your eyes looked up, placing a hand to your throat as you swallowed your nerves. Framing the high, circular ceiling was a ray of severed heads of giants- multiple ranging in size and colour. Some had broken tusks and horns sticking out from their grotesque faces. Your stomach turned as your eyes continued to scan the area.

"And I thought you had a big head." Nerves taken over your voice, reducing it to a small whisper that Hellboy couldn't hear your joke.

Slowly panning down from the ceiling to the walls, more paintings and photographs came into view.

"We call it, The Wild Hunt." Lord Glaren announced, as Hellboy walked around the room.

"Clearly, you guys are old pro's at this." Hellboy's attention fell onto Lord Glaren, as his associates stood behind him. "Why request my help to kill a giant?"

Hellboy's looked over his shoulder as you bumped into his back, you flashed him a weak smile. Attempting to not raise his suspicions, as Lord Glaren caught his gaze again.

"Three giants, actually."

Hellboy raised an eyebrow at the gentleman's cocky tone.

"One we can handle. Perhaps even two. But three?... now that's a different matter altogether."

"This particular trio is terrorizing the New Forest." Dr Carp explained, his gaze studying you and Hellboy made your spine tingle. "Sucking on the bones of anyone unlucky enough to fall foul of them."

"The marrow, you see." Mr Swain added, "they can't get enough. So if any were to reach a populated centre-"

"It's meal time?"

Mr Swain turned up his nose at the demon.

"This task isn't something to be taken lightly, Hellboy." Lord Glaren's voice held a serious tone. "These are Gigantum Mortis. The most unpleasant and horrid species of the giant-kind. Just ask your father..."

Hellboy followed the direction of Lord Glaren's pointed finger. His eyes widening as his gaze fell onto a black and white photo. Framed in a copper frame, the photo showed a group of men in their twenties. Standing around the severed head of a giant, while they wore armour that looked like something a medieval templar knight would of worn.

"Professor Broom was a guest of The Hunt, when we took a giant down back in '43." Lord Glaren's voice eased his serious edge, but a firm tone could still be heard.

"I always knew Dad aged well..." Hellboy looked at Lord Glaren, "but you guys... picture looks like it was taken yesterday."

"There's a reason for that..." a feminine voice echoed throughout the basement. Everyone's eyes fell onto a beautiful woman, as she emerged from the spiral staircase.

You couldn't help but gaze at her appearance. Silver hair styled in a 1920's updo framed her delicate face. Rabbit fur coat complemented the pearls that hung around her neck, while her pure white eyes gave her native complexion a mystercal glow.

"The phenomenon you so rightly observed was the by-product of a seance." Her voice held an elegance that just captured the attention of anyone whom she spoke to. "The four of us- along with your Professor Broom, were involved in just before the war."

Your eyes widened, "the war? You mean World War II?"

The woman smiled, appeared to be amused by your shocked tone.

"Allow me to introduce our resident seer, Lady Elizabeth Hatton." Lord Glaren introduced.

"The spirit I made contact that night was exceptionally powerful." Lady Elizabeth circled the room, continuing speaking as though she didn't hear Lord Glaren's voice. "It warned us that something was coming... Something that would end all of mankind, as we know it. Therefore we were chosen to seek it out. And destroy it..."

You felt the atmosphere change within the room. Biting your lip as the stare's from the men begun to play on your building anxiety.

"Ever since, we've aged at a snail's pace in order to fulfill that mission." Her eyes wandered over you briefly, "no matter how long it took."

"Okay... and this, ugh thing you're worried about." Hellboy spoke, "did it show up?"

Lady Elizabeth's eyes wandered over the demon, raising her eyebrows as she said with a small smile. "Yes... it did..."

"You and... your girl, must be exhausted from your trip, Agent Hellboy." Lord Glaren butted in, attempting to ease the tension that begun to build. "I have a guest's quarters prepared for you. One bed wouldn't be problem would it?"

You and Hellboy stiffened, as you both awkwardly glanced at each other.

Oh shit...

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@drheinzd

[imtherain]

GUYS WTF

Apparently they're making a new Hellboy reboot (potentially a series) and there has been basically zero publicity about it. I found the Wikipedia and like two vague articles.

It'll be all new actors, and it's based on the Crooked Man comics.

(screenshot is from Reddit)

And the wiki

[vamprisms]

gdt hellboy felt like fanfiction with very beautiful practical effects. hellboy 2019 (my beloved) felt like the executive producer was the boss baby. this low budget beauty feels like truth. exactly where mr boy belongs

[robotpussy]

ofc the entire hellboy 2019 tag is just x reader fanfiction and gifsets from someone who paid for blue ticks. beta hellboy 'fans'.......

[blacknight1230]

Horns Like the Devil (1/2)

Hellboy X Reader 

Reader is similar to Maleficent (live action one). 

Dr. Broom is still alive in this; Liz and Hellboy have a platonic relationship, like in the comics. 

I suggest listening to “Horns (STéLOUSE Remix)” by Bryce Fox while reading. 

Hellboy’s morning started out normal. Well, as normal as a half-devil agent for s uper secret world-saving organization. He was just hanging out in his room of the BPRD headquarters, lifting his extremely heavy weights, when an alarm and computerized voice filled the air. CODE RED. WARNING: CODE RED. “What now?” Hellboy grunted. “Can’t a man work out in peace?” He huffed and put on a shirt and his signature trench coat, leaving his little haven for another monster bashing mission. 

~ This time skip is brought to you by Baby Ruths candy bars ~

“A couple of hours ago, the Bureau was tipped off about an blackmarket deal was going on underneath the John Ballantine House in Newark, NJ. Apparently, there was an auction selling illegal paranormal items and illegally acquired live paranormal creatures,” Clay explained as he walked with Hellboy, Abe, and Liz  through the cellar of the historic house. “We originally sent a handful of agents down to nab the guys running the auction and round up any paranormal ‘collectors,’ but all communications to them have been left unanswered.” They stopped in front of a brick wall, seemingly the end of their route. Professor Broom was standing next to the wall, cane in hand. 

“Hello, Father,” Hellboy greeted the much older man. “Hellboy. Abe could you so kindly help us find out what we are dealing with,” the elderly director asked the fish-like man. Abe strode up the false wall, took off his glove, and put a webbed hand up to the brick. He gasped as he used his telepathic abilities to see who or what was on the other side. “I’m sensing something ... peculiar. All the auctioneers and participants are dead, but I can still sense our missing agents. It’s almost as if they are asleep,” Abe said, his giant frog-like eye blinking as he took in the information. “I can sense the entity itself. It’s desperately searching for something. Its anger ... it’s overbearing ...” Abe quickly pulled his hand away, visibly shaken. 

“Looks like I’ll take it from here,” Hellboy said, his Good Samaritan in his hand and loaded. “Careful, Hellboy. This creature seems to be something we’ve never encounter before,” Broom warned. “Nothing I can’t handle. Liz, come with me. I can use some back up.” The young woman nodded, gun in hand, and said, “If you need me to roast the thing, just let me know.” Broom wordlessly turned to the brick ‘wall,’ taping a couple of seemingly random bricks with his cane, before the wall slide back and moved to reveal a dark stairwell. “Of course these guys would have a false wall leading to some ominous stairs,” Hellboy sighed, before going down. “Good luck, my son,” Broom said quietly as the half-demon left. 

Down the stairs the two BPRD agents went, almost entirely Incase’s in darkness, if it weren’t for the lit torches spread sparingly as they descended. Eventually, the stairs ended, revealing a giant magnificently carved archway. Beyond the arch was what appeared to be where the blackmarket held their auctions, a large raised stage in the middle of the room, with numerous empty seats surrounding it, and cages either lining the edges of the room or hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. 

Immediately, Hellboy and Liz saw the dead bodies of the auction participants and members of the black market, blank and lifeless eyes staring in the distance with looks of terror petrified on their faces. “Let’s get to work,” Hellboy said to the female pyro. Hellboy kneeled down next to one of the bodies, studying its appearance. “No signs of external damage, no reminders of any chemicals, and no indication of any weapons used,” the red skinned man mumbled to himself. “Did you find anything on your end, Liz?” He called out. He got no response, sending up reg flags for the half-demon. He gripped his gun in his hand and cautiously stalked towards where He had last seen Liz. “Liz, you alright over there?” he called out again, hoping she would respond this time. But she didn’t, and as Hellboy got closer, he found out why. 

There hovering several feet in the air, was an unconscious Liz, along with the missing Bureau agents. They seemed to be sleeping peacefully, suspended by calmly circling streams of gold magic, the source of their levitation and blissful sleep. Hellboy cautiously moved towards his fallen comrades was just about to reach them, until he was hit by a wave of green magic that sent him into a stone pillar. He groaned as he pulled himself back onto his feet, rubble falling off his trench coat. His golden eyes stared at the figure in front of him, studying the new opponent he had to face. A couple of feet away stood the most magnificent creature he had ever seen in his sixty-plus years he’s lived. 

A young, beautiful woman, with eyes of molten gold stared at him. She had two large curved horns sprouting from her head, devil-like in appearance. But he could tell she wasn’t like him; there was an air around her to disproved this. Hellboy was unable to tear his eyes away from her. The horned female narrowed her eyes at Hellboy, intensely studying the half-demon in front of her. “Leave, devil, you and your humans have no business here,” she commanded, voice holding power as each word left her red painted lips. 

“Actually, it is my business to be here,” Hellboy said. “You’ve killed a bunch of people. It’s my job to take down monsters like you.” She didn’t seemed to like that, green flames rising off her shoulders and her eyes turned a bright glowing green. She raised her glowing green hands, causing Hellboy to rise in the air in the air, surrounded by the same glowing green light. Hellboy felt his arms lock to his side, his legs stick together, unable to move anything below his neck. He groaned as he desperately tried to move, as the magical woman strode up to his paralyzed body. 

“I’m the monster? They were the monsters and deserved to die! Didn’t you see all those cages? They enslaved defenseless supernatural creatures, most of them sentient, like you and I. They tortured them, killed them for their parts, sold them like objects. Humans are all the same, they destroy everything they come across and are full of unsatisfiable greed,” she seethed, hand coming to wrap around his throat. “Look, you obviously had some history with these guys. Maybe we can help you,” Hellboy tried to persuade her. “You expect me to trust a governmental organization full of humans. I’ve learned from the last time I trusted a human and I won’t make that same mistake again!” 

She sent him flying through the air again, into a giant metal cage, which he dented with his massive frame. Hellboy groaned and got up to his feet. “Alright, I’m getting sick and tired of this,” he grunted, grabbing his Good Samaritan from its holster in his left hand. The horned woman snot another wave of green magic at Hellboy, but the half-demon was able to dodge behind a pillar, the attack breaking a massive piece off of it. Hellboy looked around the pillar, ready to shoot, but she wasn’t there. Hellboy used his supernatural senses to keep on guard. He heard something coming towards him, quickly moving away from his hiding spot. Thank god he did, for a giant thick wooden root shot out of the ground, stabbing through and shattering the pillar he was previously hiding behind. 

As soon as he escaped that danger, thick vines grew from the walls and wrapped around his left arm. Hellboy groaned and used his mighty Right Hand to tear the vines away. He was able to free his left hand from the vines, when more of them wrapped around his legs. They were quickly swept out from underneath him, draggin him across the rough floor. His gun hand now free, he shot at vines dragging him. Luckily, they broke before the vines dragged him into a mess of spiked tree roots. 

Hellboy ran to a safer spot, one where there weren’t any blind spots. “Come on, we can do this the hard way or ...” Hellboy didn’t get to finish his sentence, for something rammed into him, making him stumble a few steps back. Hellboy managed to steady himself, glaring at this new enemy with his golden eyes. A giant wolf-like creature stood a few feet in front him, lips pulled back to show sharp teeth, a deep growl emanating from its throat. Long claws pierced the ruined tiled floor beneath its massive paws, the demonic-looking wolf posed to attack. 

“Ok, I guess it's the hard way then,” Hellboy sighed. The wolf growled and leapt at him again. Hellboy was prepared this time, attacking with his stony right appendage. The wolf avoided the attack, sinking its teeth in his leg instead. Hellboy yelled in pain, unleashing a round of bullets. But the bullets, specifically made to hurt and kill unholy creatures, seemed to bounce off its thick fur and feathered layered pelt. Hellboy next instinctively grabbed the wolf and threw it away from him. 

The wolf was thrown into the side of an iron cage, it howling in pain. It quickly leapt away from it, as if it was burned, and away from Hellboy. He chased after the wold, but lost sight of it. His golden eyes caught the metal bars of the cage, noticing where the wolf hit it with its side, was a hot red as if someone took a blowtorch to it. Iron, Hellboy thought. That’s your weakness. And that means ... 

He quickly thought up a plan, ripping off two bars from the cage and called out to his foe. “Here, doggy doggy. Come here, girl,” he teased, a smirk on his face. A loud growl filled the room and the wolf came out from where where it was hiding. Hellboy and the wolf circled each other, the air tense as they waited for the other to make a move. “Come on, Tinkerbell. You gonna hit me with some fairy dust,” he provoked, trying to get the fairy-shifted wolf to attack him. It worked, the wolf leaping at him again. 

This time, Hellboy used one of the iron bars in his hands and hit the wolf with it, making the creature yelp in pain. Hellboy continued his attack, the spots where he hit the wolf with the iron bars looking like it was burned. The wolf slowly backed up until its hind legs were nearly touching the iron cage it was previously thrown into. Hellboy took this advantage, grabbing wolf by its neck and pinning it against the cage, its unprotected stomach exposed. As quickly as he could, he bent the broken iron bars in his hands, cuffing the wolf’s front paws to the intact ones of the cage. 

The wolf’s howl slowly morphed into a woman’s scream. The wolf started to molt, its sharp claws retracting back into fingernails, patches of skin appearing from the tufts of wild fur. Hellboy watched cautiously as the wolf shifted back into the horned woman. Said woman was groaning in pain, struggling to breathe as her skin burned where it touched the iron-bars. “Are you done? Did you get everything out of your system?” Hellboy asked in a snarky tone, a smirk on his face. “Release me, devil!” she ordered, before hissing in pain. “I don’t think I will. Unless ...” Hellboy trailed off. The horned fairy glared at him for a moment, but sighed. “Name your price, you overbrown cranberry,” she hissed, hands clenched tight in anger. “Although I love pet names, Tinkerbell, the name’s Hellboy,” he introduced himself, rolling his eyes at the fairy’s sass. 

“How original. I suppose I should tell you my name now. Unfortunately for you, I won’t give you mine. Now let me go. And stop calling me Tinkerbell!” 

“No can do, babe. I haven’t forgot about the damage you’ve done to me and my friends.” 

“Like I said before, those slavers deserved what happened to them. Your human agents on the other hand are just asleep. They are a nuisance, but I’m not so heartless to end them just because they got in my way.” 

“Hmm, you have some morals. Good, this just confirms what I’m going to do.” 

“Do what?” 

“Let you go on the condition that you join the BPRD.” 

“And why would I go that?” 

“Well, for one, you’ll get out of those metal binds of yours. Fairies can’t stand the touch of iron, so you must be in immense pain, sweetheart.”

The horned female in front him shifted uncomfortable, further proving his point. “How do you know I can’t just get out on my own, hmm? I might not need your help.” 

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t done my research on the fae. I’ve been in the business too long to just barge into a fight without knowing how to deal with the paranormal. So, I know that fairy magic doesn’t work on iron,” Hellboy taunted, pulling a cigar out of the inside of his coat and lighting it with a match. The fairy just cursed in the fairy language, causing Hellboy to smirk and hold in his chuckle at her vocabulary. Taking a puff of his Cuban, he blew the smoke out through his nose, it wafting towards the vound fairy. “Fine. Let’s say I were to accept your offer. What’s in it for me?” She growled when the cigar smile hit her in the face, nose upturned at the smell. Hellboy smirked, he knew he almost had her where he wanted. 

“Besides obviously letting you out of those bounds of yours, I can get the BPRD to help you out with whatever personal vendetta you have against this specific group of paranormal black marketers.” The young fairy stayed quiet, pondering her options. Hellboy decided to really go hard on the sell, boasting about the BPRD. “Being funded by the government has its perks. We have lots of resources and contacts we can use to nab the bastards. And we’ll make sure they are properly punished ... in the court of law, of course,” he told her. He can see the gears basically turning in her head, feeling confident that she was going to agree with his terms. The young fairy sighed, hen raised her head to look Hellboy straight in the eye. “Fine, I’ll take your offer, devil man. Now, get me out of these cuffs before they burn my wrists to the bone,” she ordered, clenching and unclenching her hands. Hellboy smirked and reached over to break her binds. They fell to the floor as Hellboy pulled away, the fairy in front of him rubbing her sore wrists. 

“Your organization better be as good as you say it is. Especially for treating non-humans. I think I might have permanent scars from you,” she complained. 

“Sorry, about that, Tinkerbell. It was the only way for me to stop your little rampage without seriously hurting you,” Hellboy apologized.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Tinkerbell?” she sassed. 

“Well, what am I supposed to call you then?” 

“My name’s (y/n). And you better use it,” she replied snarkily. Hellboy couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his lips; he knew that it was going to be fun with her around. He turned around, cigar hanging from his red lips as he strode away from the mess he made. “Come on, pixie. You’re sticking close to me for now,” he said over his large shoulder. He heard (y/n) shuffled over to him as he turned the corner of a crumbling pillar. But he was stopped by the sight of several BPRD agents floating in the air. 

They all were still magical sleeping, oblivious to the fight that just went on. “I forgot about them,” Hellboy admitted out loud to himself. “Could you let them down and wake them up?” he asked (y/n), who was a his side looking at his friend and fellow agents’ current predicament. 

“I don’t know. I rather not be shot at and arrested. They’re not going to be happy when they wake up and see me,” she argued. 

“Hey, I promised the BPRD would treat you right. If anything happens, I got your back,” Hellboy reassured the young fairy. (y/n) pondered for a bit, lips in a pout as she thought over the situation. With a flick of her wrist, her hand glowing a golden color, the magic surrounding the sleeping agents disappeared and they fell to the floor. Unfortunately, they all landed roughly onto the floor, turning into a heap of limbs and the room filling with their paired groans. Hellboy glared at (y/n), who just gave a sheepish, “Oops.”  

“Ow, what happened?” Liz said, sitting up and holding the side of her head. The dark haired woman saw (y/n) standing beside Hellboy, her eyes hardening. She pulled out her pistol, aiming it at the horned fairy, causing Hellboy to quickly act to de-escalate the situation. “Liz, no, don’t shoot! She’s no threat!” he exclaimed, taking a protective stance in front of (y/n). 

“Hellboy? What happened? What is she doing here?” Liz questioned, extremely confused. 

“Long story short, we came to a compromise between us. She’s working with the BPRD in return for information and manpower,” Hellboy explained, closely watching as the other agents started to get up, in case they to got hostile towards his fae companion. Fortunately, they were too preoccupied, stuck in a sleepy daze. Anyway, Liz slowly got to her feet, wobbling a bit but quickly steading herself. Once she did, she began to interrogate both Hellboy and (y/n). “Since when did you make deals with ... whatever she is? Do you really think you can trust her?” she scolded the half-devil. 

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” (y/n) piped up, folding her arms across her chest. “And it's a good thing he did try de-escalate the situation.” 

“Why is that?” Liz asked snarkingly. 

“Well, for one, now I am in debt to Hellboy, so I have to help your organization. Two, not only do you get help from my expertise, but I also get your organizations help for my own agenda. And three, you guys don’t have to deal with me causing problems for the BPRD, regardless if you have me in captivity or not.” A smug smile was on (y/n) face as she explained this Liz, who just rolled her eyes and walked away. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Red,” she said lowly when she passed Hellboy. She was gone before Hellboy could respond. Hellboy sighed and took a drag from his cigar. “I can tell this is going to be fun already,” (y/n) sassed, brushing against his thick arm as she passed him. 

“And why do you say that?” he questioned, an eyebrow raised. 

“If you can’t tell already, I tend to be a handful. And I’m going to enjoy shaking things up a bit.” She gave a little wink of her smokey eye-shadowed eye and continue her way to the stairway leading out of the ruined room. Hellboy felt a weird feeling in his chest; but he ignored it, for right at that moment, he realized that (y/n) might be more trouble than she’s worth. “What have I gotten myself into?” he mumbled to himself and reluctantly followed after the horned-fairy. “I just hope I don’t get an earful from Dad.”

THE END

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That Special Someone

Hellboy x Reader

Words: 2.5K

Summary: Hellboy is desperate to have a relatively normal life. Even if his job was to hunt monsters, he still wanted a life. And that would include finding that person he can live with.

When Hellboy was younger he thought he could find that special someone, that person that everyone, every movie, and every song was talking about. He hoped he could be able to find them.

However, as he got older and older, the years passed, and he realized, he might not deserve that special someone.

This was the worst time of his life, he just lost his father and although he had his friends it was not the same. He was thankful for his supportive friends, but he wasn't sure what he wanted, he felt depressed. Like no one could get him out of the dark place that he was in at the moment.

No one, but you.

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They said you came from heaven.

They said you were an angel who came to destroy evil and save the Earth.

But you weren’t sure if that was true.

Everyone talked about you, like they knew everything, but they didn't. You didn't believe that it was your purpose to destroy evil, if it would have been, then why did you fall in love with evil?

The very first time when you met Hellboy was when you were introduced to him in the facility. You were the newcomer you didn't know anyone. Alice and Ben were quite excited by your presence.

You wished you could say the same. You wanted to be happy and try living a life. But you just knew, Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense was just a fancy word for jail.

You were a freak, that’s what everyone called you. And after years of listening to them, you started to believe.

Your power was light. You could produce the light any time you wanted, it could be barely there or more blinding than a car’s headlights. When your powers started to show, you didn’t know how to hide them. You were alone and scared.

A man introduced himself as Professor Broom. The father of Hellboy as you later learned.

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During your first couple of days, you were mainly in your room, trying to process everything that has happened.

How you ended up here, how they said you will be safe there.

You felt safe, but you also felt lonely. You had your own room with everything you needed. The Professor told you, you can decorate the room however you liked, they will get you everything you will need. You really like the idea of getting your own little place that you can use however you want to.

It didn't take long for you to decorate the entire room to your own liking. Some would call it excessive or even ugly but it was your new home and you intended to be comfortable there, and for that, you wanted a place that you liked, not what other people liked.

Your first week there was a mess. Even though you were in a place filled with people like you, some of the agents still give you looks that you did not appreciate.

You went out to the cafeteria to get some dinner, they had a lot of choices, a lot of them were things that you really liked, so you didn't have a hard time choosing. The lady behind the counter was really nice to you as she gave you your food. You sat down at one of the tables with your tray.

No one sat down with you to eat but you had expected that to happen. You were OK with just observing the people who were there. And then, he entered the room.

Hellboy.

He looked completely annoyed buy something, you didn't know what it was, or who would even dare to cause problems for someone like him.

He greeted some of the agents who were sitting at a table and they greeted him back.

He was loud someone even said obnoxious but something about him interested you, could have been the horns could have been the red skin could have been his attitude you were not sure, but for some reason, you were very intrigued.

Same day at night you were at the library, since you had nothing better to do you were just going to read a couple books. You hoped you would find something interesting.

And something interesting you found.

It was a large very heavy book, talked about all kinds of prophecies, you read a lot of them, they were quite interesting to you.

But the last one caught your eye.

It talked about the apocalypse, about a fiery demon coming to earth to destroy everything and kill everyone, it talked about the end of humanity. It also went into specific details about the demon which you realized was Hellboy. However, it also talked about an Angel coming down from the heavens to save humanity industry the demon.

That Angel was you.

The power matched down to every single detail. But you didn't like this.

You didn't like the idea of being some sort of hero, a hero by killing another being was not something you wanted to become.

You assumed this very prophecy was why you were kept in this facility. You thought the leaders wanted to keep you in close proximity, so if they would ever need you, you would be there. You will never really want to follow any rules let alone what prophecies in an old dingy book say. You know you wanted to change destiny and that you will be able to do it.

You decided to become friends with Hellboy who you now have learned the others called Red.

It was rather easy to become friends with him since he didn't have a lot of options. Sure, there was Alice and Ben, but other than that, no one. And he really appreciated your presence. Although, you were very different from Alice in more ways than one.

First, you were a hell of a lot prettier than her. Nicer too.

There were feelings in him that he couldn't quite understand, and he knew that you were the source of those feelings, at first, he thought that those were your powers, that you were able to control people's feelings. But then during a mission, he found out that was not the case, your powers were not to control people’s feelings but had to do with lights which really impressed him.

You looked like the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. As the light surrounded you and you controlled it with such ease.

He was sure it took a lot of effort for you to learn how to work with your powers.

He wanted to understand those feelings, he needed to. Then he asked Alice about them, all he got was her laughing and telling him that he was stupid.

So, he sat on his own quest to find the answer.

He started to spend more and more time with you. Often inviting you to his room to play video games or to just hang out and drink beer.

You really enjoyed those times it was like you finally had someone you could fully connect with and he also really enjoyed it because he found someone who didn't judge him based on his looks.

The two of you became really close really fast.

Even his father noticed this friendship between the two of you, all he could do with congratulate his son.

Everyone around you smiled and smirked like they knew something, something that you didn't know and it annoyed you. Why did they act like that? What was it that they knew?

It wasn't like before, it wasn't like when you were in high school and every kid gave you a side-eyed look, no, this was very different. It was almost like everyone was silently congratulating you on something that you didn't even do, or you don't remember doing. It was one of the weirdest times in your life.

Until the event, when everything finally made sense.

The two of you ever just chilling out in your room, when an agent came in to tell you that you have a new mission. She said it will be only the two of you because it's a very easy and quick mission.

Both of you were rather annoyed to get your relaxing time interrupted, but you had no choice so you left.

The mission really did seem easy it was basically an in and out type of mission. When the agent explained to you what you would need to do, you know that will be no problem for you or for Hellboy. Even if you were not as used to going on missions as he was, you know you would be able to at least help him.

In the end, you to did a really good job with securing the monster, thankfully you didn't need to use a lot of violence.

You are done about to go home when it all went downhill.

You two failed to notice that there were actually two monsters. And the other one managed to sneak up on you, it wanted to hit Hellboy but you reacted in time and got him out of the way, which resulted in you getting hurt.

The monster hit you on your side making you fly into the wall knocking the breath out of your lungs as you fell to the floor.

Everything hurt.

You didn't even realize what was going on, everything became blurry and muted. You didn't hear the yelling. You didn’t even hear him calling out your name.

It was only later when you woke up in a hospital bed, the doctor told you what happened.

Apparently, you managed to get Hellboy out of the way just in time but as you got hurt two of your ribs broke another one got fractured and your ankle was twisted as you fell to the floor. 

The doctor also told you that Hellboy managed to kill the monster. She even told you that Hellboy was extremely scared and angry because of what happened to you.

He was the one who rushed you into the Infirmary and demanded every single person to help you immediately, she told you that he was yelling pointing his gun at everyone. 

She said that she has never seen him so scared before.

It really warmed your heart to hear that he had such a reaction to you getting hurt. But you also felt really bad to making him worry so much. You wanted to see him right now.

“Where is he? I want to see him.” You asked as you tried your best to sit up in bed but you felt your ribs really hurting. You groaned in pain as you sat up, the doctor tried to stop you but she couldn't. “I just want to see him that's all, where is he?”

“He just left a couple of minutes ago, he said something about getting a beer or something. I will ask a nurse to go and look for him, you can not get out of bed or your wounds would get worse.” she said and she left the room to do just what she told you.

You were so anxious and scared as you sat in the room, there was complete silence only the humming of the different machines in the room could be heard. You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

Then the door opened with a loud bang and the unmistakable figure of Hellboy entered the room. The nurse behind him closed the door as he rushed to your side.

“Are you ok? How are you feeling? The doctor said a lot of gibberish I couldn't quite understand. But the most important thing is that you are awake. You shouldn't have pushed me away, I would have been fine and now you wouldn't have to be in a hospital bed with broken ribs. You are so silly.” You could tell that he was just as scared as you were.

“The most important thing is that both of us are fine and that we finished the mission just as we were asked to.”

“I don't care about the mission! I care about you, you don't have to put yourself in way of danger to save me, I would have been perfectly fine I survived worse. Promise me you won't worry me this much ever again.” he grabbed your hand, basically he was pleading with his eyes, you could tell just by looking at him how scared he must have been but you knew that you wouldn't have done it any other way. You would have pushed him out of the way of harm without thinking over and over again, he meant too much to you.

“You know I cannot promise you that, Red. I care too much about you, you are my only friend here.”

“But that’s the thing Kid, I don't want to be only your friend, and today really made me realize that. As I carried you back to the car, I couldn't stop thinking that this was my fault. That you nearly died because of my negligence.”

“Y-you want us to be more than friends?” You tried your best to fully understand what he was trying to say even if your mind didn't really want to believe it.

“Yes. I cannot continue to pretend what you really mean to me. Every day and when you came over just to hang out I couldn't stop thinking about... Us. Look, I know I'm not what people would call ‘normal’, but I don't care. I have to admit my feelings. I care about you deeply.”

There were a couple seconds of silence, you felt how heavy it was in the air. Your heart made up its mind the second you saw him, you knew you would not be able to stay only friends with him for very long, but you hid your feelings so you wouldn't lose him as a friend. And now here he was, confessing his feelings being completely open to you.

“I really really care about you as well, Hellboy. I just didn't want to say anything, didn't want to ruin our friendship.”

“Looks like we're both silly then.” He said as he laughed a little, his hands still holding yours, you squeezed his hand making him look into your eyes.

“We are.”

You let him slowly lean in to give you a kiss your lips on your lips. Even though you're ribs and chest were hurting, you couldn't help but feel extremely happy. Not only were you able to admit your feelings, but they were reciprocated.

The gossip about your relationship with Hellboy went around the facility rather quickly, Alice and Ben both came to congratulate the two of you. Many agents also congratulated you but of course, there were a couple of people who made negative comments. To be fair you expected those and you both couldn't care less about what they would think.

You were happy and that's what matters.

And that is how you broke the prophecy, you, the Angel who was supposed to destroy and kill evil fell in love with him. If you were honest you were just happy to live your own life and create your own destiny.

Your own future with him.

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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.

[gandala]

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.

[mlmxreader]

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.” 

[likedovesinthewnd]

The Osiris Club

* fanart by @dixxiemaegraphics​ *

Summary: You’re the top dancer at the best strip joint Jersey has to offer— The Osiris Club. Sure, it’s grimy as hell, but it’s worth it whenever your favorite client comes in for a good time. 

Word Count: 5.5K 

Warning: purely smutographical content, stripping, bumpin’ and grindin’, face sitting, tail fucking, rough sex, a little fluff at the end for good measure. 

It was a slow night at the club, Tuesday’s just didn’t draw the same clientele that the weekends did. No, Tuesday’s were more of the B crowd. The few scattered seats that were taken sat every strippers worst nightmare. You know, seedy types that only came in to get away from their overbearing wives, ate their weight in greasy bar food, and tipped like shit— always stinking up the place with their cheap cologne and tacky suits. You weren’t really sure what you expected out of a sleazy little strip joint in Jersey. It wasn’t exactly a high-end kind of place that attracted deep minds with deeper pockets. You mainly stuck around for the other girls who had become like sisters to you. That, and for the off chance you’d get to see your favorite and most elusive client— Big Red.

Hidden behind the shimmery curtain, you watched as Ginger finished her burlesque act. It was a stunning performance that mostly went unnoticed by the neanderthals in the audience, too busy stuffing their faces to look up. You honestly wondered why they didn’t just go to some cheap buffet to eat instead of a titty bar. Bunch of greasy losers didn’t deserve her talent or her titties.

Most of the other girls were out mingling with the cretins, leaving you to get ready in an empty dressing room. The big bucks were in lap dances, so the girls really laid it on thick, hoping to make some extra cash. You were strapping on your platforms when Ginger walked backstage looking irritated and severely unpaid.

“Ging! You fucking killed out there,” you cheered, hoping to draw her out of her funk.

She tilted her head to one side, narrowing her eyes to slits and gave you an unconvinced glare. “Sure, if by killed you mean killed their boners,” she scoffed, crossing her arms as she plopped down onto the couch.

“Maybe you should go out there dressed like a chicken wing next time. Bet that’d get them rock hard,” you chuckled under your breath, yelping when Ginger suddenly smacked your arm and started laughing with you. 

“Oh fuck you, bitch.”

“Love you too, Ging.”

You checked yourself out in the mirror, giving your hair and tits an enthusiastic zhush before heading out on stage. Even if this wasn’t your preferred crowd, you still had a reputation to uphold as The Osiris’ top dancer. Ginger came up from behind, playfully twirling a lock of your hair between her  manicured fingers and whispered in your ear. “You know, Hellboy is here tonight.” Her mischievous eyes looked into yours through the vanity’s illuminated reflection. You looked away, nervously rubbing your hands together, finding they were already clammy with anticipation. 

Shit shit shit, he’s here, you panicked, not having expected anyone worthwhile to walk through the doors, least of all HIM.

“Please welcome to the main stage, Angel!!”

You put on your game face, silenced any neurotic thoughts, and reminded yourself with confidence that he was out there waiting to see you an only you— his coveted Angel. The opening chords to The Cult’s Fire Woman echoed through the club as you walked on stage, ready to give him the best damn show of his life. 

Wound up, can’t sleep, can’t do anything right, little honey 

Oh, since I set my eyes one you

I tell you the truth

The stage lights bathed you in an ethereal red glow as you sauntered down the runway, losing your marabou robe along the way. You twirled around the shiny chrome, undulating your hips to the hypnotic rhythm of the song.

Twistin’ like a flame in a slow dance, baby

You’re driving me crazy 

Come on, little honey, come on now

With one arm held above your head and your back pressed firmly against the cool metal of the pole, you let yourself sink down, inch by torturous inch until you met the floor in a jaw-dropping split. Suddenly all eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but grin, knowing you had them eating of the palm of your hand. You got on all fours and crawled across the stage like a cat on the prowl, making sure to dip your spine to better accentuate the enticing curves of your ass. 

Looking up after a rather dramatic hair flip, your eyes zeroed in on the bright cherry glowing at the back of the room. Plumes of thick smoke covered his face but you knew it’s was him— his imposing outline was unmistakable. Unforgettable. You could feel his hellfire stare on you, your skin tingling from the smoldering heat coming off his gaze.

Fire, smoke she is a rising

Fire, yeah smoke on the horizon He watched you with bated breath, completely mesmerized by the patterns your fingers traced along your serpentine body. Watching greedily as they traveled up your torso and chest, stopping to fondle the two most heavenly tits he’d ever laid eyes on. He wished they were his hands that were groping you, feeling every inch of you beneath his calloused fingers, but he would content himself with watching for now.

You took your sweet time with the thin straps of your top, sliding them down your shoulders, one after the other. Unhooking your top was always saved for last, and even then you didn’t rush it— savoring every drawn out moment, squeezing your tits together to tease him one last time. You didn’t have to see his face to know exactly what it did to him, and after making you wait so long to come back it felt like sweet retribution. Your tantalizing pace made the pay off that much sweeter when you finally let your breasts spring free from your top, gifting him a visual feast for the eyes.

The boorish men in the crowd all cheered, but Big Red showed no emotion, puffing away at his Cuban with his hungry eyes glued on you. There was a power in knowing he was watching you so intensely, making everyone else in the room disappear. It became a private dance, a tribute for his eyes only. You began touching yourself, your lips parting, tongue darting out ever so slightly as you mimicked the memory of his flesh hand roaming over the swells of your body. The sinful grin that graced your face matched the snarled expression on his.

Fire woman, you're to blame You climbed the vertical pole, excited for your favorite part of the performance. You gave it your all, spinning and sliding, letting your head fall back with every erotic revolution. A sea of dollar bills covered the stage as the song came to an end and you slowly descended the pole one last time, legs split and ass high in the air in a glorious display.

You happened to glance over your shoulder as you walked offstage, your eyes scanning around the club for Hellboy until they finally found him sitting at the bar with a stiff drink and his cigar safely nestled between his lips. It had been over six months since you’d last seen him— his line of work didn’t exactly make it easy for him to pop in any old time. You both understood that, with much reluctance. Part of you hated him every time he left, knowing there was never a promise of when he’d return to you, if at all. The uncertainty killed you, but you were in full bloom every time he walked through the doors and back into your arms for another fleeting tryst.

He sat in suspense, leg bouncing anxiously up and down, waiting for you to come find him. After all, that was his favorite part of the fantasy—feeling desired— and with you it never felt contrived. You were always so warm and genuine, so exquisitely beautiful that he found himself having to look away, questioning his worthiness of your time and attention. You never had to fake your interest in Red when it was so brutally real. The line between client and dancer blurring into obscurity, lost and forgotten in the passionate moments you shared in the club’s private rooms. He was worth every broken rule while he was there and every broken heart when he left. 

When you finally reemerged, you were dressed in a red fishnet bodysuit, a skimpy thong and nothing else. His leg suddenly stopped bouncing as you approached him in what felt like slow motion. You called yourself Angel, an interesting choice when you looked more like sin incarnate.

“Hey, big boy, enjoy the show?” you purred, coming to stand between his thick legs, your fingers reaching out to him like a magnet, grazing over his sculpted deltoids, your palms landing over his impressive pecs.

His eyes shamelessly ogled your body up and down, thoroughly enjoying the way your nipples peeked through the constricting fishnet material—the color of your outfit not lost on him. His ego swelled knowing that you had chosen it intentionally with him in mind.

“I did and I’m enjoying this look too. Red looks good on you,” he winked, playfully snapping the material against you skin to emphasize his point.

“Mmm it certainly does,” you leaned in closer, stealing his cigar. He was silent as your lips pressed against the very spot his had been moments before. You inhaled the rich tobacco, letting the smoke billow around you in dreamy plumes.

“Red just feels... so good all over my body. Know what I mean?” 

Your hands felt his responding groan rumble through his chest, the gentle vibration prickling against your palms. He drained his glass with an almost predatory stare that made you go weak in the knees.

“This one’s new,” you lilted, running a curious finger over the newest scar on his face.

He leaned into your soft touch, remembering how much he loved being doted on by you.

“Oh that one? Got it in a bar fight in Tijuana...” Red went on, telling you in sensational detail of how he’d wrestled a chupacabra into submission, making sure to emphasize his more heroic moments in the fight.

You listened intently, beaming up at him as he spoke excitedly of his time in Mexico. Your hands mindlessly roaming his body, fingers splaying across his massive chest and arms, as if guided by muscle memory. You loved how broad and firm he felt, how small he made you feel. Even with your ridiculous stripper heels on, you were still nowhere near his height.

Your gentle caresses caused his tail to perk up and coil it’s way around your ankle, the searing heat of it surprising you at first. He suddenly stopped talking and you both looked at each other expectantly, the mood shifting once again. It was technically considered a bad touch by the club’s standards, but none of Red’s touches were ever bad to you, so you allowed it. Your body thrummed with desire as his tail climbed higher and higher, curling around your inner thigh, the tip of it ghosting over the front of your thong. You were grateful that his imposing silhouette hid the frowned upon debauchery happening just out of view as you stood between his parted legs, pressed chest to chest.

“Careful, Big Red. Don’t get too carried away now,” you discreetly warned him, not wanting to alert the club’s bouncers. To anyone walking by it would simply appear as though the two of you were just talking, but part of you still feared the consequences of getting caught.

“Where’s the fun in that,” he chuckled smugly, not overly concerned with your warning. Not when he was so busy reducing you to a mess with his tail between your legs.

“Red...” was all you could rasp back in response, finding yourself flushed and out of breath.

He growled at the sound of his name leaving your lips, having missed it more than he’d expected. “Say it again,” he commanded, dragging his devilish appendage against your cunt with enough friction to make you jolt forward, repeating the motion again and again until your hips were grinding along with him.

You licked your parched lips and clung to his muscular forearms for dear life, already feeling like your body was combusting in flames. 

“Red... wanna take this somewhere a little more private?” 

His tail slowly began to recede, giving your ass a playful smack on its way out. “You read my mind, doll.”

There was something different in his demeanor this time around, something less timid and more brazen in the way he spoke and touched you. You couldn’t deny how much it excited you, how wet it was making you to see him assert such control and taunt the rules.

You stepped away from Red and up to your least favorite bartender who huffed at the inconvenience of your presence— god forbid he actually have to do his job.

“Joey, can you please let this fine gentleman and myself into one of the rooms?”

He rolled his eyes at your request, not bothering to look up from his magazine and Hellboy immediately took notice. You could see him fuming from across the bar, his chest puffing out, jaw clenched in anger. Rising to his full stature, he approached this “Joey” person himself, smacking the magazine right out of his hands. “You fucking heard her,” he bellowed, temper flaring as he struggled to refrain from absolutely pummeling the cowering man.

One look at Hellboy and the bartender didn’t have to be told twice as he fumbled with the keys, letting you into the biggest private room The Osiris Club offered. 

You had the biggest shit-eating grin on your face as you instructed Red to have a seat while you locked the door. You’d never found the whole knight in shining armor thing to be sexy, at least not until you’d seen it in action. Witnessing Red defend your honor so fiercely was about the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot considering your profession. 

“You know, I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” you cooed, sauntering over to the velveteen couch where he sat, his beefy thighs spread invitingly. The steady bass of the music set the tempo for every languid stride you took as you approached him.

“It’s been so long, I was starting to think you forgot about me.” You bit your lip, looking at him with a doe-eyed expression to match your pitiful statement.

“Not possible, babe,” he answered with a furrowed brow, feeling a pang of guilt for his absence. “I would have come back sooner—I mean I wanted to but—“

“I know, and it’s okay. I’m just glad my big strong hero is here now,” you spoke so sweetly, stroking his ego and his chin as you took your place, straddling his lap. 

“I missed you,” you confessed, affectionately brushing your nose against his.

Red sat back, looking all too cocky at hearing that you’d missed him. “That right? And just how much did you miss me?”

“Well, let’s see,” you grinned, more than happy to humor him. “I missed seeing your handsome face waiting for me at the bar,” your hips began to rise and fall, steadily grinding against the sinewy surface beneath you.

Your arms immediately went to work, peeling off his heavy coat and shirt to reveal the bulky mass of muscle underneath. His rippled body was covered in an assortment of scars, all of which had unworldly stories behind them. You traced your fingers along the ridges of some of the newer ones, feeling his muscles jump— the time away had made him so starved for your touch. He’d especially missed the way you worshiped his body, taking your time to relearn every inch of him like you were committing it to memory.

“I missed you putting your hands all over me.”

His sharp intake of breath was felt when you placed both his hands on your ass, urging him to do with you as he pleased. His left hand roughly kneaded your supple flesh, while his heavy stone hand guided your hips movements, pushing you down harder on his straining cock. The intoxicating friction had you both panting, wanting to take more from each other. To cut the bullshit illusion that this wasn’t more than just two strangers and a business transaction.

“Missed the way you hold me in your arms like you never want to let me go.” You inched your face closer to his, your lips pursed and ghosting over his. You wanted to crash you mouth down on his, devour him— mind, body, and soul— but you held back, not yet ready to lose your last shred of self control.

“Missed the way you look at me like I’m god’s most beautiful creation when you’re buried deep inside me.”

Your voice was coming out in ragged moans, matching Red’s low growls as he held you firmly to his lap. You were so needy, your cunt pulsing, desperately needing him to fill you to the hilt. His grip on you tightened as his hands migrated up to your waist, his own desperation getting the best of him, almost at its breaking point.

“I missed you so much over the last six months, Red. Thought I’d go crazy if I didn’t see you again,” you whimpered, stopping your fervid gyrating for a minute to sincerely look into his golden eyes.

He gazed up at you in awe, his gorgeous Angel. The immense relief he felt knowing that you were as invested in him as he was in you. That it wasn’t some elaborate act— you really did care and want him. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest at the thought of you pining over him while he was away all that time, wondering how many men you turned down waiting for him and only him.

Enough was enough. He’d waited what felt like lifetimes to see you again and was unwilling to wait another second. Without warning he pulled you down by the nape and kissed you with a ferocity you felt all the way down in your toes. You flung your arms over his shoulders, fingers entangling themselves in his dark tresses, tugging slightly at the base of his skull. His head fell back, lips detaching from yours in a brief reprieve for oxygen, both of you looking at the other with lust-blown eyes.

“Looks like someone missed me too,” you smirked, cocking your eyebrow mischievously.

“You have no fucking idea, babe,” he mumbled with his mouth latched onto your neck, tongue lapping at your quickening pulse.

“Prove it,” you breathily commanded.

He snarled at your challenge, wanting nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you hard against the couch. To satiate the bestial urges that bubbled dangerously close to the surface. He knew you could take it— hell, it was probably what you wanted him to do— but he was in the mood for something else entirely.

He pulled away from you suddenly, his eyes flickering between your bodysuit and your eyes.

“You, uh, attached to this thing much?” He asked, running a stone finger down the front of it, from your collar to your navel.

“I have others,” you stated, keeping a cool tone despite feeling like you were about to spontaneously combust.

“Good.”

Gripping a handful of red fishnet between both hands, he yanked hard, tearing the flimsy garment right down the middle. He ran his hand down his scruffy face, proudly marveling at his work. Your tits fully exposed, loose fringe from where the fabric had been torn clinging to your balmy skin. The only thing in his way now was your thong and you were not about to let him rip that to shreds too.

“Don’t even think about it, big boy. I happen to be quite fond of this one.” Your sassy remark was met with a rumbling chuckle.

You rose to stand on the couch, one heel braced on either side of Red, your pussy and his face at eye level. Looking down at him, you slipped off the ruined bodysuit, chucking it on the floor. Your hips swayed to the soft music, feeling his hands snaking up your legs, stopping at the hem of your soaked panties. His fiery eyes looked into yours for permission, which you granted with a nod. He gently worked the thong down your thighs, careful to not damage it, per your request. You pulled one leg out at a time, holding onto his head for balance until you were completely bare, hovering above him.

“Goddamn, baby. Don’t you look lovely,” he mused, letting his hand freely roam your body, going wherever it pleased. His mouth peppered your tummy and hips in kisses, looking up to find a very pleased expression on your face when he delivered a lingering kiss over your glistening folds.

“Have a seat, gorgeous,” he beckoned, pulling you down to straddle his face, his fingernails making crescent indents on your ass from the firmness of his grasp on you.

He lapped at your dripping cunt like there wasn’t enough of you to satisfy his hunger, savoring your taste and the sweet sounds you made for him. Your hips rolled against his face, feeling the burn from his facial hair against your inner thighs, your hands holding firm to his stubbed horns for leverage as every inch of your body became consumed in pleasure. God, it had been months since you’d felt anything remotely close, the last person to give it to you that good was him. Not even your own hands or the myriad of toys you owned were able to replicate the delicious feeling of his mouth on you.

He growled against your sensitive flesh, sucking your swollen bud between his lips, your hips bucking at the sharp stimulation. Suddenly you jolted at the feeling of something new prodding at your entrance— and it wasn’t his fingers. His devious tail had found its way between your thighs, the girth of it enough to send you soaring higher with each shallow fuck into you.

“Red, don’t stop,” you chanted like a prayer as he delivered you closer to nirvana.

Your hips began to falter as the overwhelming magnitude of your orgasm hit you all at once. It was almost painful, your nerve endings pushed to their full potential, the sensation leaving you raw and somehow numb at the same time. It was a transcendent experience you’d never tire of and always crave for.

Hellboy was relentless, ravaging you like a beast starved, completely lost to his primal instincts. He growled, holding you up by the ass so he could drink every last drop you gave him, like sweet nectar from a chalice. It was only when you cried out for him to stop that he lifted his head in time to see a single tear fall down your flushed face. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Slowly, he brought you back down onto his lap where you collapsed like a pile of jello, exhaustion creeping it’s way through your body.

“Hey, sleepyhead, you still alive?”

He playfully poked at your sides, checking your wilted state for any signs of life. You writhed and giggled after every relentless poke— he knew damn well how ticklish you were.

“No more! No more, Red!”

Your cries for mercy only encouraged him to tickle you more aggressively, pinning you to the couch beneath him so he had the upper hand.

“Sorry, sweetheart, can’t hear ya,” he replied, smug as ever.

That was it, you couldn’t take it anymore. You reached down and gripped his solid cock through his pants. His hands abruptly stopped their torture, his eyes wide and face turned to stone as he looked down at you with a betrayed expression.

“You don’t play fair, baby.”

He bowed his head with a heavy groan at the feeling of your lithe hand palming him, his inky hair cascading down his furrowed face.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you blurted, your second wind sweeping over you with reckless abandon at the sights and sounds of him unraveling under your touch.

He gave you exactly what you wanted, kissing you with everything he had and nothing less. Your frenzied hands worked his pants down his legs and he kicked them the rest of the way off with the same intensity, the lingering taste of your release on his tongue sparking something feral within you. You needed him with the same vitality that you needed air to breathe, the delirium making you feel like you might die without him.

“You ready for me, gorgeous?” His voice, thick with lust, broke through your haze.

You could only muster a nod in response, too far gone at that point for words. An almost pained expression washed over his features when he lined himself up to your entrance. A sign that he wanted this as much as you did, that his body yearned for you as badly as yours did for him. You anchored your legs around his abdomen, encouraging him to take the leap— to give into what you both needed so desperately.

You were no stranger to the pain that came with accommodating his size but it still managed to take your breath away each time like it was the first. He moved with such gentle reverence, suppressing the demonic part of himself that wanted to completely defile you, keeping it at bay with the last bit of control he had left in him.

“I can take it,” you assured him, arching up so your nipples brushed deliciously against the battle-toughened skin on his chest, stoking the already raging fire inside you.

He looked down at you warily, unsure of what he’d just heard you say, his body taught and muscles bulging from the tension he was holding in. Sensing his apprehension, you decided to give him one final nudge.

“Fuck me like you missed me.”

Hellboy exhaled with a rumbling growl, his grip on you becoming more constricting and possessive. It was all the permission he needed to pull your knees up to you chest and thrust into you without mercy. He set a bruising pace, unleashing his full power and stamina onto your pliant body. Your moans grew louder, tits bouncing violently, as he shifted his angle to hit that elusive bundle of nerves only he could reach. The perfect curve of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every ruthless drive of his hips, making you cry out for him, for god, for more.

“Did you miss me fucking you like this?” He snarled, pinning your hands above you head with his right hand of doom, the new leverage making it easier for his cock to impale you deeper.

“Tell me how much you missed it,” he sternly demanded, his voice strained from his exertion. “I missed it so much,” you cried out, the waves of pleasure on the cusp of swallowing you whole. Hellboy felt your body’s call for release, the unmistakable flutter baring down on his cock like a vice, bringing him closer to his own end. He released his grip on your wrists, and pulled you up by the nape so you were face to face.

“Only I get to fuck you like this, you hear me? You’re mine.”

You were absolutely done for, lost to the world, grasping to his strong shoulders as your body validated his claim on you. Violent waves of euphoria coursed through your veins, your pained cries of pleasure filling the stale room. He held your face in his flesh hand, beckoning you to look into his eyes as his hips began to sputter.

“You are mine,” he heaved, his voice a strangled moan as he reached his own peak, cumming inside you.

There was a peaceful silence between you as you both basked in the afterglow of your coupling. His massive body crushed you beneath it’s weight but you welcomed it, feeling protected and invincible in his arms. On second thought, you couldn’t breath.

“Hellboy, get off me,” you whined, out of breath after many unsuccessful attempts at prying him off.

“Oh shit, my bad,” he chuckled, bringing you both up to a sitting position as fast as his groggy body would allow.

From your place on his lap, you had the perfect vantage point to gaze up at him in amazement. He really was beautiful with his hair all out of place, the glistening sheen of sweat that coated his toned body catching the light just right. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch him, feeling your time together slowly begin to slip away. He leaned into you touch, holding you so close, you swore you felt him purr.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave again,” you whispered into his chest, hating how pathetically needy you sounded.

His big flesh fingers lifted your chin up to look into his gilded irises.

“I’m not going anywhere for a while. I took an assignment in town, so you better get used to seeing this mug around, babe.”

You yelped excitedly, pulling his face down to smother him in kisses.

You kissed his cheeks, nose, forehead, and horns ten times over before you leaned in for the kiss he really wanted. Every kiss with Hellboy was electric, it didn’t matter how chaste or raunchy, he always kissed you like he meant it. You took your sweet time savoring each other, no longer feeling the burden of time running out. 

Things quickly began to heat up again when a series of loud knocks brought you out of your trance, your body tensing up with the fear of getting caught.

“Open the fuck up, Angel!” Hellboy looked at you protectively, waiting for you to say the word so he could kick some ass, but it never came.

Truth was, you were done. Done with the assholes at the club, done with the shitty pay, done faking your interest in other men when you already had the only one you really wanted. You had enough savings to get by for a few months so you really didn’t need this shithole anymore.

“Get dressed, Red. We’re leaving,” you asserted, fishing your thong and his shirt out of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Once you were both decent enough, you walked through the door, hand in hand, right past your blue in the face boss. He called you every name in the book, hurled threat after threat your way, before Big Red finally reached his limit and knocked him out in one swing.

“That’ll teach ya,” he spat at the unconscious dirtbag.

“Hellboy!” “What? I can’t have him talking about my girl like that!”

His earlier claim on came to mind, making you smile at the memory. You were irrevocably his— always had been and probably always would be.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you breathed, squeezing his huge palm in yours.

The night air was cold but ripe with opportunity, anything felt possible now that you were free from the club. Maybe you could get yourself a fancy new job at the bureau with Red, although the idea of you both working together seemed counterproductive— you'd never get anything done, not that you’d mind.

A sudden pang of hunger reminded you that you hadn’t had a proper meal in hours and fucking Hellboy had only left you more famished. You turned to him with playful smirk and a proposition.

“I’m kinda hungry, wanna grab some food?” “Fuck yeah, I’ll never turn down a meal. What were you thinking?”

“Pancakes?”

[callme-sarge]

Am I finally back into writing yes

Is it something not a lot of people are gonna read probably

I'm starting to write a little hellboy fanfic bc I'm a slut for the big red demon (dont judge me) it's actually coming together pretty well considering I haven't really written anything in so long so I'm really happy I have some motivation it's also gonna be smutty if anyone was wondering 🤷🏻‍♀️

I've also got a few marvel fics in the works for steve and bucky one is a series with a witch OC that I'm really excited about

Anyway just a random update thanks for anyone that sticks around here and reads the few stories I have I really love it you guys

[imtherain]

Mini Master List: Hellboy

Decided to make playlists for each of my large fandom works. Have some Hellboy :D 

If you like this story (or any story of mine or anyone else’s) make sure you interact! Reblog/tag/like and you can always shoot the author an ask! We love that stuff.

[Main Master List]

Imagine Fic: Taking Care of Hellboy after he comes home from a fight

Pamcakes (Chubby GF)

You Could (Can) Stay*

Towels

Jewelry and Sass (part one)

Drunk Hellboy (part two)

Broken Dress (part three/end)*

Touch Starved

Forever and a Day [Domestic {Pregnant} Fluff]

Baby Azalea Nonsense

Meet the Demon*

Welcome Home

Grooming

Melt the Day Away*

Comfort (Hellboy x Reader)

HB Coming Soon to my blog near you! (She said two years ago, you know, like a liar)

The Wrong Date

Imagine Hellboy Taking Care of You (when you're sick)

Dance with Me Doofus (probably smut) [WIP]

Amongst Friends [WIP]

[gi-maeve-rose]

Hey! I saw your post about needing some ideas to write. Could you possibly do a Hellboy x Reader where the reader has a speech impediment (stuttering, lisp, etc.) and they feel ashamed of it after either an agent or someone from outside the BPRD makes fun of them for it?

Hey, hi, hey! Thank you so much for the request! I’m a little rusty, but I’ll do my best!

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Prompt: Reader has a stutter and is insecure about it.

Warnings: Angst (kinda?), shitty writing because it's my first time in YEARS writing anything (go easy on me please lol)

Word count: 816

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You have always had a stutter since you were a child. You've gotten better at keeping it to a minimum, but under stress it becomes more prominent. While most of the agents at the BPRD are patient and understanding, others love to get you worked up, just so they can hear it and poke fun at you.

As much as you hate it, at least they're smart enough to not act up when your boyfriend was with you, which is most of the time. Hellboy does not take kindly to anyone who dares to hurt you to any degree. The last time he'd overheard an agent teasing your stutter, everyone within earshot was taught a lesson.

"I promise you all, the next fucker to even think about fucking with my (Y/N) is gonna spend the rest of their life in an iron lung," his voice boomed. "Don't fucking test me!"

You smiled at the memory, scribbling final notes in a mission debriefing folder. As you stood to leave, two agents walked into the debriefing room.

"Hey there, (Y/N)," one greeted in a cocky tone. You didn't even have to look up to connect the voice to a face. It was Agent Woods. One of the asshole agents that loved to push your buttons. You avoided eye contact.

"Woods," you said flatly. Kindly fuck off, you thought.

He walked towards you while the other agent, Greer. remaining by the door, presumably keeping an eye out for Hellboy. "Are you prepared?" Woods asked.

You eyed him, slightly confused. "Prepared for what?"

"To give the debriefing. Manning is out today, so he left it to you, remember?" Your eyes went wide with horror. "Oh, shit... You didn't get the memo..."

As well as you've been able to control your stutter, you still aren't confident enough for public speaking. Manning knew that. Why would he give you this when he knows you're not ready?

"N-N-N-No, no! I wasn't t-t-told sh-shi-shit!" You quickly shut your folder and gathered it in your arms, almost sprinting out the door to find Manning. Agent Woods and Agent Greer followed.

You found Manning in the mess hall and stomped up to him, slamming the folder in front of him. "The fuck, Manning?!"

Manning jumped. "Everything alright, (Y/N)?"

"No!" You shouted. "We ag-g-greed that I wo-wo-wo-wo-won't give a-a-a-any debriefings until I got more co-o-o-omfortable with public spea-spea-speaking! Why the -f-f-f-fu-"

"Woah, woah, (Y/N). You're not giving the debriefing. I haven't forgotten our agreement."

You stared at him, confused. "But Woo-Woods said-"

"Woods said?" he interrupted. He looked behind you and saw Agent Woods and Agent Greer snickering to themselves.

"Sorry, (Y/N). I must've gotten mixed up." Agent Greer laughed harder as Agent Woods spoke. Your face burned a hot pink. Of course Agent Woods was fucking with you. When was he ever real with you? All you were good for was a laugh.

"What's going on, Manning?" you heard Hellboy ask as he entered the mess hall. A silent dread replaced the laughter. "Woods? Greer? Care to fill me in?"

You turned to face your demon boyfriend, tears in your eyes and face still flushed. His eyes darkened. No words were necessary. He knew exactly what was going on. He eyed Greer and Woods evilly.

Manning chimed in before Hellboy could do anything... messy. "Woods. Greer. My office. Unless you'd rather have this conversation with Agent Hellboy." The two agents wasted no time running from the mess hall. As they ran out, you ran into Red's arms, burying you face in his chest. You started sobbing.

"Shhh, it's okay," he comforted, holding you tight and whispering in your ear. "I'm here." He lifted your small frame bridal style and held you close to his large frame, carrying you back to your shared room.

He set you gentle on the large bed and sat behind you, pulling you to relax against his broad chest. Your breaths synced. Neither of you spoke. Even without words, HB knew perfectly how to help you relax. No one knew better than him.

He broke the silence, speaking softly. "Are you okay?"

You lifted your head to look at him. His filed horns, his golden eyes, his jet black hair. You studied every feature of his face, your body tingling. A small smile spread across your mouth.

"I'm always okay with you," you said softly and smoothly. You touched his cheek and brought your lips together in a sweet kiss.

He pulled away only slightly. "If there's anyone who can talk about imperfections, it's me. And you're anything but imperfect."

You smiled and kissed him again. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too." You'll never have a problem saying that.

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Hellboy Recs - Stories, Headcanons & Imagines

Will add more links, when I find good stuff.

Hellboy 2019 -

You Can Stay General, Smut - Hellboy x Reader 

Towels General, Slight Angst, Smutish - Hellboy x Reader

Melt the Day Away  Smut - Hellboy x Reader 

Grooming General, Fluff - Hellboy x Reader

Jewelry and Sass - Part 1 General, Slight Sexual Tension - Hellboy x Reader

Drunk Hellboy - Part 2 General, Slight Sexual Tension - Hellboy x Reader

Touch Starved  Angst, Fluff - Hellboy x Reader

Meet The Demon  Slight Angst, Smut - Hellboy x Reader

Closet Case  Sexual Tension - Hellboy x Reader

Hell of a Good Time  Pure Smut - Hellboy x Alice Monaghan

Hellboy x Reader Headcanon-ish  

Welcome Home  Fluff - Hellboy x Reader

Cuddling up and having a making session with Hellboy after a mission

W.I.P  Fluff, Slight Angst - Hellboy x Reader

Smoke Show General, Slight Sexual Tension - Hellboy x Reader

Hellboy x Reader (hurt and comfort)  General, Slight Angst 

Pamcakes General, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst - Hellboy x Reader

Keep Me Warm General, Slight Sexual Tension - Hellboy x Reader

Taking Care of Hellboy after he comes home from a fight - General, Cute - Hellboy x Reader

Hellboy with a s/o who is skilled in magic 

Hellboy 2019 Headcanons General, Personality stuff 

Hellboy as a sub and his s/o the dominant in their relationship Headcanon

Stolen moments in the library Slight Smut - Hellboy x Reader

Domestic Hellboy Headcanon  General, Slight Fluff - Hellboy x Reader

Video Call Headcanon General, Slight NSFW - Hellboy x Reader

Pampering Big Red Headcanons General, Slight Fluff - Hellboy x Reader

Chubby! S/O x Hellboy Canon General, Fluff, Slight Smut - Hellboy x Reader

Hellboy x Super Affectionate/Bodyworshipping S/O Headcanons 

Get outta bed  General, Fluff - Hellboy x Reader

Forever and A Day  Domestic, Pregnant - Hellboy x Reader

HELLBOY x READER, (reader self conscious about weight HEADCANONS)

Training with Hellboy Headcanon - Hellboy x Reader

Going on A Date with HB  Headcanon - Hellboy x Reader

Playful Hellboy Headcanons - Hellboy x Reader

Hungover Mawwiage w/ HB Headcanon - Hellboy x Reader

Hellboy x Short ‘n’ Smoll S/O Headcanon - Hellboy x Reader

All Good Things to Those Who Wait Smut - Hellboy x Reader

Hellboy Food 10 Headcannons w S/O 

Hellboy Headcannon - Hellboy trying to seduce s/o

Writing prompt! 'It's not fair' 'What isn't fair?' 'You have no business having such a sweet face with that killer bicep.'  Hellboy x Reader 

Head Cannon - Anung Un Rama with a human s/o

Fandom - Hellboy 2004 & 2019

Hellboy x Plus size reader  Headcanon 

HELLBOY HABITS HEADCANONS 

Reunion Sex with Hellboy Headcanons

Finding a Way to Say Sorry General, Slight Angst - Hellboy x Reader

Hospital Bills General, Slight Angst - Hellboy x Reader

Hellboy Headcanon -  Hellboy x Reader

Take a Damn Break General - Hellboy x Reader

NSFW Hellboy Alphabet 

S/O going missing for nearly a year 

STUCKAGE  Smut - Hellboy x S/O

Hellboy X S/O with his Tail Smut

Hellboy x S/O smut

S/O who has insomnia/nightmares  Slight Angst, Cute - Hellboy x S/O

Hellboy 2004 -

Ninlil: The Eldritch Abomination General, Angst, Smut - Hellboy x OFC

Altar Smut - Liz x Hellboy

Hot-Headed and Hurt  General, Slight Angst - Hellboy x Reader

Dating Hellboy Headcanons 

Puzzle Pieces General, Fluff, Slight Angst - Liz x Hellboy

One kiss led to another  - Liz x Hellboy

Hellboy falls for a reaper Headcanons

Headcannons on dating Hellboy

UnSouled Angst, Romance - Liz x Hellboy

Hellboy and Liz Smut, Romance

The Five Times That Liz Sherman Almost Kissed Hellboy Slight Angst, Romance - Liz x Hellboy

Love After All Smut, Romance - Liz x Hellboy

Headcanon where Hellboy is jealous of a human flirting with his S/O

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Explanations (Hellboy x Reader)

This is for the 2019 Hellboy but like send in request for either I love them both with my entire heart.

Summary: After several years of living alone, you hear a knock on your door. Opening it to see faces you hadn't seen in years.

Gender Neutral !!! Everything I write I try to keep gender neutral !!

"There's one place we have to stop first."

You groan as the knocking on your door continues. Stopping the cleaning that you were doing of one of the many reptile tanks, a hobby as you liked to call it you've developed since you've been gone. The knocking got more violent the longer you took to get to the door.

"What the hell do you want!" You slammed the door open revealing some people you hadn't seen in ages.

"Professor Broom, Hellboy? What are you doing here?" There was a younger woman with them too, but you weren't exactly sure who she was.

"Nice to see you! Glad you left without saying goodbye and haven't checked in since!" Hellboy says sarcastically. "(Y/N), we need your help," Professor Broom says. "The blood queen has returned and we need all the help we can get." Hellboy huffs at what he said. "I'm assuming you two didn't end off on the right foot. I'm Alice." Says the younger woman that had been quiet for the time being. Alice, you remember Hellboy telling you about her. One of the many stories he had told you while you two had lay together.

"Would you all like to come in?" You inturrupted me while I was cleaning the house. I won't be long."

"I supose it couldn't hurt anything." Said Broom, and that's how you prepared yourself to let the man you left back into your life.

Opening your door you revealed the inside of your house. Generally clean, a decent amount of reptile specimens in tanks littering around your house. Alice and Broom sat in the living room, while Hellboy followed you into the backroom, your bedroom, as you retrieve your stuff.

"You left, no goodbye, no telling us where you were going, phones left with all your personal belongings."

"Hellboy, I-"

"What did you do? Move into the middle of nowhere in London so we couldn't find you?" Hellboy said angrily. You didn't really know what to say. He wasn't completely wrong at what you did. "I didn't mean to do that I just-"

"Just what? It's been 4 years and I still can't find an answer."

You sat down on your bed. "I realize now that I should've told you. I just didn't want anyone else knowing." You tried to explain.

"You know how scripted you sound right?"

No matter how you felt this man could always make you laugh. "I know, I know. I'm sorry." You look down towards your lap before looking him in the eyes. "I didn't want to do it anymore. I just wanted to get away with no trace of who I was before. I just wanted a break." Hellboy looked back at you with something mixed with sadness, anger and confusion.

"No, no, not a break from you. From working with the B.P.R.D. I was so tired and I didn't want to do it anymore. So I left. I went far away to where your father wouldn't find me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It hurt me so much to leave you."

"You could've told me yknow." Hellboy walked closer. "I would've been sad, tired to stop you, but I would've kissed you all the same." He picks you up and kisses you on the forehead making you giggle.

"And I would've made you stay in touch with me." He pulls you closer in his arms.

"Would've made sure you weren't shacking up with some weird London dude who lives in the middle of the woods."

"The only person I'm shacking with is you."

You kiss on the lips this time, like you had done 4 years ago. Like you missed so much. "Let me finish getting my stuff."

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Send in requests I need more hellboy content

(I have lots of reptiles don't @ me okay)

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Savior: Chapter 8 (Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down)

Summary: (Hellboy 2019) AKA Turning a New Leaf AKA Good Samaritans Need Love Too. The B.P.R.D is tasked to infiltrate a black market creature trafficking ring led by a powerful warlock. Hellboy rescues Phyrra who is found being held hostage, a slave for her magic. He must protect her as she is hunted by her master and his gang of monsters. (AU where Broom isn’t dead/Abe wasn’t found)

It will be rated M, it will include violence, swearing, smuttiness, all the good things in life.

Disclaimer: Hellboy belongs to Dark Horse Comics/Mike Mignola, I don’t own anything except the AU and my OC’s.

Phyrra was getting chilled. The night was so windy she couldn’t spark the flames for a fire. She tremble against the moshy ground, her new friend would be back soon. Phyrra breathed deep, concentrating on warming herself. She pulled at the earth around her, trying to shield her glow with large leaves. She didn’t like using her magic at night, becoming a little beacon of light in a dark forest when she did, it was dangerous to attract much attention. Fire was easier to explain. Hopefully the little pixie would be back soon with the necessary kindling.  

Staring up at the stars. Phyrra was filled with melancholy. It had been so long since she came in contact with something that wasn’t trying to kill her.

She had been alone for what felt like forever.

It was nothing really, she would like to think anyone would have saved the creature. It had been instinct to steal her from the Trolls. She had been tracking them for days, moving her camp away from them as they drew closer. She hadn’t expected them to have prisoners. To have a small battered pixie in their possessions. Trolls were simple creatures, hence why she wasn’t that worried to have them in her vicinity. It also made it quite easy to rescue the pixie. Trolls were also heavy sleepers.  

Naneth had told her to not fraternize with the pixies around. That learning their language would do Phyrra no good. Now that she was gone, Phyrra thought it was a sick sort of irony she had learned Fae so long ago, just to rebel. Not that she didn’t enjoy the company of them. The feisty, acute little things.

Movement reflecting in the corner of Phyrra’s eyes. It carried a shadow much too large to be the pixie.

Phyrra felt it before it happened. Her world turned completely dark, someone had placed something over her eyes. She cried out in surprise, it had been a long time since she had been ambushed, she was always careful. No one could be perfectly safe always.

She was restrained. Even with all her might, the bonds were too strong to break. She submitted. For the time being. Her blindness continued as she was moved. 

“Very good. An elf. How lovely.”     

They couldn’t take her. She had to stay here.

Stay. Stay.

Stay.

There was no drift between dream and reality. Phyrra was instantly awake. Jumping up on her new bed in the more modern setting of the N.Y B.P.R.D division, her mind was racing. She was dealing with a lot of stress. These dreams were occuring every night now, as if her brain had been reignited. It scared her terribly, caused her many questions. What happened to her?

It wasn’t her only worry.

How many people did she put in danger being here? Trevor had told her that back at HQ, nothing had come in or out of the concrete yet. That didn’t mean Elias was still in there, Phyrra knew of his magic. His ability to shift and twist the world around him. Mordecai could manipulate shadows. She didn’t believe for a second they were just stuck there forever. The fiends had to be plotting and planning the next move, at the B.P.R.D or already free somewhere.

Rhys had been taken into custody, was being transported to them, she knew he had to be uncomfortable, she was still glad the reports said he was coming willingly. He wasn’t speaking to any of the agents, but he wasn’t trying to escape either, he expected to be taken to see Phyrra again. Perhaps she could speak with Trevor, get him to understand she needed to be the one to speak to him. If she had swayed the centaur more than it seemed,  which she sincerely hoped that was the case, Rhys deserved freedom just as much as she did. Now that she had the B.P.R.D behind her, she would topple Elias’s whole world.

She would take everything from him.

Phyrra broke her concentration, running her hands across her sleepy face. Glancing up to Binx’s silent questioning gaze. 

“Good morning. What did you dream?” She had to get out of this room with her thoughts.

“Do not worry, just a silly nightmare. Let’s go find everyone,” Phyrra stood up, heading to her closet. Binx didn’t believe her for a second, but decided to not further question. The elf girl was so close to remembering, Binx was growing uneasy with everyday. Was she strong enough to learn the truth all over again? Binx prayed to the Gods she was. 

“I believe Alice said she would come get you in the morning for some lessons?”  

These headquarters were not underground. Quite the opposite, a high towering skyscraper with scaled open windows, it was a nice change. The sun was refreshing on Phyrra’s skin as she heading out her room, observing the little ant-like human activity below. 

Her heard her name being called. Phyrra stopped, turning around she smiled as a familiar face approached her.

“Agent Hurse, nice to see you again,” The man threw his head back, laughing at her formal greeting.

“I told you to call me Jason.”

“Jason.” Phyrra tilted her head, “How may I help?” He looked strangely sheepish. Jason Hurse usually had an open, happy expression. He turned his eyes down and coughed. 

“I just wanted to let you know. The Professor asked me to escort you around the premises, just for precautions. I won’t be in your way or anything, I used to be on the secret service team a few years back. Helped out some foreign dignitaries. I have plenty of experience at being a bodyguard.”

Phyrra didn’t know how to respond. She appreciated Trevor’s idea of protection, she couldn’t say she was angry. He was right, after the disastrous reunion of her master, Phyrra knew why he had thought of this for her. Fighting the option would only make her look ungrateful, which she was anything but.

It still wasn’t exactly what Phyrra wanted.

“Thank you very much, Jason. I believe you’re more than qualified for the job.” She smiled kindly to the man, even though internally she was displeased. It wasn’t Jason’s fault, nor Trevor’s. It was his.

“Morning Hurse, what are you doing around here?” Alice turned around the corner, took in the sight of Phyrra and Hurse speaking and instantly became suspicious. Waking up bright and bloody early to wake up the elf girl, only for her to be already up and being accosted by Hurse. It wasn’t anything personal, she just had protective instinct for her girl. What are friends for? 

“Hey Alice. Broom asked me watch her for awhile.”

“Oh, hmm.. That’s good.” The way Alice said it told that she did not in fact, think it was ‘good’. She hugged Phyrra in greeting, linking arms with the smiling girl.   

“Trevor’s called a meeting. Let’s go, Agent.” Phyrra smiled at her new title. It felt strange having a job, a purpose. The handbooks for agents were quite dense, Phyrra would have to study. She had been trying to pick those up, but it had been difficult to balance with the search for her past.

“Well I’ll be around Phyrra, like I said. Won’t even know I’m here.”

The girls bid him farewell, and turned to leave. Once out of his sight, Alice sighed and turned to Phyrra, rolling her eyes. 

“I don’t think you need a bodyguard. You have Binx. You’re pretty much always around one of us anyways, and now I’m definitely not letting you out of my sight. We’ll talk to the Professor,” 

“It’s fine, Alice, really.” Phyrra appreciated her friend’s concern, she however didn’t understand why she didn’t seem to trust Jason, he was a delightfully pleasant human.

Alice didn’t like this at all. Hellboy would never make his move if he found out Hurse was watching her. What the hell was the Professor thinking? 

They arrived into the meeting room, everyone already sitting. Trevor turned and greeted them.

“Ah, good morning ladies. Looking lovely as always.”

Hellboy could agree with his father on that. The morning light did make Phyrra look lovely this morning. She always looked beautiful, it was very intimidating to be around. Not that Alice wasn’t pretty or anything, she would kill him if she knew what he was thinking right now. 

She breezed behind him, taking the chair beside him. She murmured a soft ‘good morning’, smiling bright. His mouth dried up, but he managed smiled in return. He wanted to ask her how she slept, maybe if she wanted to.. See the landmarks or something today. Hellboy liked New York. People walked down the street completely in their own worlds. Plenty of dark alley to travel through. He thinks she would like the sights.

It wasn’t the time, as he found as they all focused their attention to Trevor standing in front of the communication screens. He turned from the information to the team.   

“Things have been relatively quiet everywhere. We’ve got multiple agents, including Vasquez and S.W.A.T Team 5 in Northern Russia at the moment, I’ll be hearing back from them soon.” He picked up an envelope from the table, tapping it with his fingers. “The Banquet is coming up soon. This is our formal invitation.”

At everyone’s distressed groans, Phyrra questioned what that was exactly. 

“It’s called the Alumni Banquet. B.P.R.D trains some of the best and brightest agents in the field of paranormal research. The night is dedicated to them and their successes.” Trevor cleared his throat in a grandiose fashion and fixed his eyes on his son, “I think it might be beneficial if we all went. As a show of good faith.”

Alice was the only one to perk up, she reached across the table and took Phyrra’s hand.

“Ooo we’ll have to go into town and buy new dresses!” 

Hellboy was not pleased. He hated the public functions. The stares. He was too big and too burly to be placed in a delicate setting of a ballroom. Dad hadn’t asked in a while that he come, he thought the old man had given up finally. He hadn’t been so lucky apparently. 

“That about wraps everything up. What’s everyone doing today?” 

“We have plans today, right Phyrra?” The elf girl nodded her consent. Hellboy looked between the two new girlfriends, they had been getting real cozy recently, spending a lot of time together. He could hear them from his room sometimes, Alice liked her music loud, she had to be teaching Phyrra about human culture. He felt sorry for her. 

It was also dumb, but he was kind of feeling left out, not that he wanted to do all the girly things they were sure to be doing and discussing, but he was the one suppose to be spending more time with Phyrra. Alice was suppose to be acting as his wingwoman. Not stealing her from him. 

“Alright, perhaps I’ll continue going through this, give you a break, eh?” Trevor sat down, reaching for the cursed thing that was plaguing the elf girl. Phyrra sighed in relief, giving her thanks to the Professor. It was a welcomed change. Alice had many talents, one among them being able to distract Phyrra. 

Today she needed to do something else than pine for lost memories. 

“Well, I guess that about wrap things up. Anything else, Major?” At Ben’s headshake, Trevor nodded, giving a last look among his team. 

“Okay, then. Dismissed.” 

Phyrra watched as Hellboy stood leave the room, feeling rather stilted he didn’t even say goodbye. Whatever he had in his mind, it was certainly important.

Trevor spoke up before Phyrra could give it much thought.

“So what do you ladies have planned?”

“We’re gonna go to the dojo, I’m gonna show Phyrra some defense moves,”

Trevor nodded, telling them to have fun as the girls left the meeting room, chatting absently as they made their way into the training room. It was very spacious. Mats lined up along the floor, the walls reflected mirrors. Equipment Phyrra had no idea how to use was set in a little corner. Weapons seemed to be hung on the wall: Staffs and swords. Alice moved to the middle of one of the mats, rolling her neck. 

“Alright girly, up you go. Ready to learn? Are you wearing what I told you to under there?” Phyrra stepped up, suddenly nervous plucking at the hem of her long dress. 

“Yes, but I must admit it’s quite.. Tight.”

“Well you’re gonna thank me once we get started..”

Alice went to say something else, but stopped short, huffing in exhasberation. She turned around and yelled in a general direction:

“Split Hurse. We’ll be having ‘girl talk’ while we do this. Not for your Christian ears.” Phyrra smiled with sympathy, watching as a sheepish Jason appeared from behind a screen, she knew he was there as well. It wasn’t the man’s fault. She knew he wanted to be indiscreet, but with the sensitivity of her ears, it was impossible to not know he was around.

“Alright whatever you say Alice, but I will be outside.” Hurse gave one last friendly nod to Phrrya before leaving. 

“Perfect. Now…. Let’s start.”

++ 

Hellboy was bored.

He had actually tidied his room, that was how much there was nothing to do. He didn’t feel like sitting around drinking beer another day. He was getting antsy. 

He supposed he could go lift some weights or something. Pass the time before Alice and Phyrra finished whatever it was they were doing. He made the short trip to the weight room, but was confused as he saw Hurse posted up outside, absentmindedly staring into space. 

“Hurse, what are you doing here?” The agent’s attention turned to Hellboy, he pushed off the wall and greeted the cambion. 

“Oh hey, Red. The girls kicked me out. Maybe you’ll have a better shot. Actually while you’re here, you mind if I grab some lunch? I’m starving. Thanks, man.”

Hellboy’s confusion wasn’t lifted by Hurse’s words. If anything, he became even more baffled. He could only stare as Hurse walked away, before turning around, a funny look on his face. 

“Be careful though, Alice mentioned ‘girl talk’,”

Then he was gone. Well, that was super weird. Hellboy pushed the door open, picking up the sound of shuffling and Alice’s voice. What were the girls doing in here?       

“That’s better. You’re strong Phyrra, use it. Quit fussing about hurting me!” Hellboy rounded the corner and stopped dead. This was their plans. Alice was serious when she promised to teach Phyrra some moves. They were currently sparring and hadn’t realized he walked in. 

Both women’s expressions were fierce. Alice seemed to be the quicker, more experienced fighter. She gained the upper hand quickly, hooking her leg around Phyrra’s, pushing her to the ground. Phyrra retaliated by rolling them. Both shot back to their feet, breathing hard with exertion.  

Phyrra had her hair tied back. Hellboy had never seen her like that before and the unobstructed view of her features was more than pleasing to him. She had long hair that always provided her with a curtain to shield  She was also dressed in workout gear, a small tank top with tight shorts. 

Hellboy hadn’t seen her thighs since he found her in that towel. They were larger, more supple compared to the rest of her body. Not that he was complaining.     

He’s known Alice since she was wearing diapers. He was trying to be a gentleman to Phyrra. He shouldn’t be so aroused at this sight. However half of him was hot-blooded male, and he would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t snap to the sheen of sweat on the back of Phyrra’s neck. He watched as one began to roll from her scalp, down her neck, before disappearing into her tank. 

“Earth to HB! Are you reading!?” Hellboy first looked up to Phyrra’s bright, amused eyes. Then to Alice trying to get his attention.

“Uh-..Hi.”

“Hey HB. You coming to work out?” He simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet. He went towards the bench but was stopped by Alice.

“Actually, you’ve got perfect timing.” Alice had the devilish look that said what she had in mind was not going to be good for him. “You could show her that move with the shoulders, you’re better at it than I am.” 

The medium grabbed a towel on the side, swiping at her perspiration. “HB is great at jiu-jitsu. He’d probably be a National Champion if they had a weight class for him.”

Alice wasn’t wrong. Growing up, his Father had told him he didn’t have to be good at everything, but he had to be good at something. He liked guns, was good at shooting things trying to kill him, but target practice, skeet shooting had never been his strong point. Fencing, hell no. He dabbled in wrestling and boxing. The right hand, and his overall size, gave him a bit of an advantage.

Hellboy was beyond nervous as he stepped up to Phyrra. She looked at him with open curiosity, a ‘I’m ready to be taught’ face.

This wasn’t helping his arousal at all. He could only restrain himself so much, and having the object of his recent surge of desires, standing right in front of him, sweaty and panting. It would take a saint to resist the temptation.

“I’ll go slow. Try and take me down.” He let humour colour his tone, she was just so incredibly tiny compared to him.

He forgot Phyrra’s strength.

His breath was pushed out of him with an audible ‘oof’ as Phyrra rushed him. Instinct kicked in and he ducked out of her grip. He was surprised as she came back at him sooner than he anticipated. They were different fighters, he supposed. Phyrra was much smaller compared to him, and used it to her advantage. Before he could blink, she was on him.  

“Good?” She murmured her question to him, their closeness causing the two contact along their whole bodies. Hellboy felt himself starting to warm up as he struggled in the hold.  

“Y-yeah. Then you can wrap your arms around my neck, or a seatbelt hold is effective.” 

“Seatbelt?”

“Like what you put on in the car. Grip your hands together like this,” Hellboy adjusted her fingers, showing her the proper way. Trying not to think about their bodies touching. Her arms came around in the new hold, experimenting with different grips. Her fingertips just touched, she wasn’t long enough to link them in his back, but it was placing them chest to chest.

Phyrra had thick thighs, but her breasts were small. As the two of them grappled for the upper hand, the movement caused them to jiggle freely. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course she wasn’t, that was his luck. 

Logistically, he could likely fit his whole mouth around one of them. Distracted, he didn’t notice as she went around him, kicking his knees out from under him. She used the new knowledge to pin his arms, immobilizing him into the ground. She use whatever weight she had  and laid against him,  

He wanted to kiss her so badly. The fighting had made his blood pump, and boy was it racing through his body. She had such plump looking lips, they were dusty pink and he deliriously wondered if her nipples were the same color…. 

“Y-yeah, like that. You’ve got it.” The two broke their hold. More accurately, Hellboy broke the hold. Standing, he kept his body shifted from the gazes of the two in the room. 

He had to get out of here. Now. 

“Sorry guys, I gotta-uh...Go do something,”

Alice chuckled as Phyrra’s eyes followed Hellboy out. His sweating, heaving back the last thing to see. She really was mean sometimes, but that was great to watch. If she didn’t love these two like family, she’d be super turned on… Maybe she was, a tiny bit.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are. Are you gonna finally admit it?“ Alice through the water to Phyrra, who caught it. She placed the cool bottle to the back of her sweltering neck, before taking a drink. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” 

“You like him.” Phyrra had the unfortunate timing of taking another drink as Alice spoke these words. Phyrra spit up half the water, choking on the rest. She gasped for air as Alice ran up, pounding on her back to help. She caught her breath and wielded towards her friend.   

“Alice! Don’t speak so loud!” 

“Go on. Deny it, I know you can’t. You’re a shit liar.” Alice loved to take the piss, but it was all in good nature. No one wanted the two to get together more than Alice. Her plan was coming together perfectly. She was the one to suggest to Trevor that it would be a great idea of everyone went to the Banquet.

It was like a perfect setting for their own Cinderella story. 

“That’s why you're always smiling extra hard around him.” Alice didn’t want to scare Phyrra. But Hellboy knew about his feelings. It was time for Phyrra to realize hers.

“And you kissed him in the chopper. None of the rest of us get kissed for saving you.”

Phyrra opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of a response, she was struck silent.

Was that it? Did she have feelings for Hellboy? The idea of it was scary, Phyrra didn’t know enough of her past to know if she had felt like this before.

Maybe she had been married. Maybe she still was.  

“You’ve got to seduce him, silly git!” Alice laughed lightly and put her hands on Phyrra’s shoulders, a comic mocking of a passionate embrace, “just wait till he least suspects it, and snog the life out of him.”

“I couldn’t possibly Alice. Hellboy means a lot to me, he saved me, has taught me so much, you all have.” Phyrra suddenly felt a wave of emotions, tears flooding her eyes as Phyrra looked at the human girl holding her, one who she now called a true friend. The last weeks finally catching up with her, making her realize how long she has been more than just a pet.

“Aw come here, love.” Alice scooped the elf girl into a firm hug. 

“You have a whole new life, Phyrra. I’m your new B.F.F, sorry Binx. I think you and Hellboy would be the cutest couple, why not give it a shot?”

“What does B.F.F mean?” Alice cackled and was about to explain before Ben burst onto the scene, looking rather out of sorts.

“Here you are! I’ve been bloody looking everywhere for you two. The Professor has found something in that book!”

The three of them all but ran into the meeting room, where Hellboy and Trevor stood hunched over the book. Trevor held the book out to Phyrra, who took it, waiting to be told what she was looking at.

“It’s a map. It’s of the earth I’m sure and look at this.” He fingers ran across the worn page, tapping at the chicken scratch that was the writing.  

“Its numbered so that the last one ends in New Guinea. Look at this. Signed by Harrison Dawning. A late 16th century explorer, he specialized in the migration paths of various creatures. Mostly those who dwelled in greenspaces.”

Phyrra was quiet. It made sense. The dreams of being outdoors. People of the forest. She read the man’s words:

The people of the forest are alluding me. Secretive little things. They seem to make their homes wherever vegetation is abundant and human life is scarce. I have attempted to make contact, but they keep to their customs and do not trust humans. They call me Firen I have yet to find out if it is an endearment or an insult.  

“I believe he might have been charting your people. Shall we go and see what we can find out?” 

She took a deep breath, and steeled her resolve. 

“That is a good plan. Let us go.”

This was it. For better or worse, this is what she had waited for.

fin

Translation:

Naneth - Mother

Firen - Human