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gardens-light · 2 years ago

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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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haveyouseenthishorrormovie · 5 months ago

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Stats from Movies 1401-1500

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Blue Monkey (1987) had the most votes with 1,611 votes. The Ring Two (2005) had the least votes with 331 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Hellboy (2004) was the most watched film with 62.7% of voters out of 785 saying they had seen it. The Boneyard (1991) had the least "Yes" votes with 1,7% of voters out of 484.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Death Note (2017) was the least watched film with 73.7% of voters out of 797 saying they hadn’t seen it. Blue Monkey (1987) had the least "No" votes with 13,7% of voters out of 1,611.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Sharknado (2013) was the best known film, 2,2% of voters out of 641 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Blue Monkey (1987) was the least known film, 84,5% of voters out of 1,611 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

Altitude (2010) Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) Corpse Party (2015) The Ring Two (2005) Rose Red (2002) Shadow of the Vampire (2000) Sharknado (2013) Sinister 2 (2015) The Disappointments Room (2016) The Eye (2008)

Frogs (1972) Grave Encounters 2 (2012) Harbinger Down (2015) Shivers (1975) Red Riding Hood (2011) Rabid (1977) Rabid (2019) Pulse (2006) Hellraiser (2022) The Grudge (2004)

Extraordinary Tales (2013) The Exorcism of Emily Rose (2005) The Deaths of Ian Stone (2007) Outpost (2008) The Collection (2012) The Wolfman (2010) John Dies at the End (2012) Krampus (2015) You Should Have Left (2020) Deep Blue Sea (1999)

From Hell (2001) The Raven (2012) V/H/S/2 (2013) An American Werewolf in Paris (1997) Apt Pupil (1998) The Amityville Horror (2005) Jug Face (2013) I, Frankenstein (2014) The Long Night (2022) Evolution (2015)

Last Shift (2014) The Toolbox Murders (1978) Q: The Winged Serpent (1982) Island of Lost Souls (1932) The Omen (2006) The Burning (1981) The Island of Dr. Moreau (1996) The Open House (2018) Underwater (2020) The Gravedancers (2006)

The Last Voyage of the Demeter (2023) Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (1994) Necronomicon: Book of Dead (1993) Parasite Eve (1997) Shocker (1989) Uncle Sam (1996) Wolf (1994) X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes (1963) Stake Land (2010) The Possession (2012)

Underworld: Evolution (2006) Underworld: Rise of the Lycans (2009) Underworld: Awakening (2012) Underworld: Blood Wars (2016) The Grudge 2 (2006) Zombeavers (2014) The Boneyard (1991) Prophecy (1979) Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2 (2000) Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016)

Prometheus (2012) Se7en (1995) Hellboy (2004) Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008) Midnight Mass (2021) House on Haunted Hill (1999) Death Note (2017) Cat People (1982) Mulberry Street (2006) Jeepers Creepers 2 (2003) Halloween II (1981) Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988) Wes Craven's New Nightmare (1994) Feardotcom (2002) The First Omen (2024) Humanoids from the Deep (1980) Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983) Poltergeist (2015) Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers (1989) Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers (1995)

Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998) A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010) Mutant (1984) Ghoulies (1984) Neon Maniacs (1986) Blue Monkey (1987) Night of the Demons (1988) Ghostbusters II (1989) Kuchisake-onna (2007) Teketeke (2009)

Them (2006)

#not a poll #recap

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viva-la-runaway · 1 year ago

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Info about me!

~~ Basics ~~

You can call me Ally, or Viva. Either is fine.

I'm 18, bisexual (taken), and I'm a self-taught artist!

I post fanart as well as oc art. My Discord and Instagram are: viva_la_runaway. It's the same as my Tumblr username, so it's not hard to find! I'm more active on there, if you guys want to check out my art.

Dni: Homophobes, proship, zoophiles, pedos, ableists, racists, etc.

~~ Hyperfixations/Fandoms ~~

Here are a few of my fandoms that I hyperfixate on! I went ahead and put down how common it is for these hyperfixations to be active because sometimes certain ones come back much more than others do. :)

Hellboy (common)

Pacific Rim (common)

Portal (common)

Hlvrai (common)

The Stanley Parable (common)

Fnaf (semi-common)

Jazzpunk (common)

Eddsworld (uncommon)

Undertale (very uncommon)

Arcane (semi-common)

Detroit: become human (uncommon)

Overwatch (uncommon)

Don't hug me I'm scared (uncommon)

Tf2 (semi-common)

Crash box (uncommon)

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets (semi-common)

Ocs (common)

Twd (uncommon)

Mlp (semi-common)

Venom (semi-common)

Punch-Out (uncommon)

South Park (uncommon)

Minecraft (uncommon)

Invader Zim (uncommon)

SCP Foundation (uncommon)

~~ Hobbies/Interests ~~

I'm into arts and crafts! I mainly draw digitally, but sometimes I paint, and I plan to start making fur suits soon!

I love to roleplay and talk about my hyperfixations. Talking about headcanons is an excellent way for me to connect with others!

I‘m a multishipper with most of my fandoms, but sometimes I'm more set and stone, depending on the fandom.

A warning to anyone who may end up befriending me: I go on rants. Typically, they're happy rants about my hyperfixations. For example, my girlfriend had to sit through a 10-minute rant about me explaining all the reasons why Prince Nuada is the best Hellboy villain and even one of my all-time favorite villains.

Just…Don’t mention 2019 Hellboy around me. That sparks a not-so-happy rant session. I hate that movie…….

I fucking LOVE aquatic life. Sm.

~~ Roleplay rules ~~

For those who are interested in roleplaying with me, here's some basic stuff to keep in mind.

I do NOT allow:

Mentions of SA, SH, gr*oming, or anything like that. Dead dove stuff is a no-no.

Acting out domestic abuse. Mentions of it is fine, but I will not roleplay it.

Characters randomly getting terminally ill. I lost my dad to cancer, and believe it or not, people have tried forcing it into roleplays before without asking me about it.

Killing off important characters without asking first.

Controlling my character is a no-no. If you need my character to do something for the sake of your reply, please tell me ooc.

I roleplay on Discord, and I do not roleplay with people under the age of 18.

Script roleplay.

Op characters. Strong, yes, op, no.

I DO allow:

Smut/NSFW. The plot can't surround it completely, though.

Double ups.

Gore and violence (to a certain extent)

Angst.

B x B, B x G, G x G, and Poly relationships.

Canon x Canon is preferred. I only do OC roleplays with people I'm close to.

Etc.

I encourage:

Communication ooc. Talking about plot points, headcanons, and potential scenes is a lot of fun for me!

Expressive roleplay is excellent. Don't be scared to hold back character personalities! If my character says something your character would hate, don't hesitate to have them rebel! I love it when people get super in character during roleplay!

If you want to draw a scene from the roleplay, idm that, too! I may even draw scenes from roleplays!

Don't be shy when talking ooc! I still like to make conversation when I'm too tired to roleplay!

I love creativity and descriptiveness. You don't ALWAYS need to be at 100%, though! Don't feel pressured to write extremely long replies if you're too tired or just don't know what to say.

I think that's about it. Thank you for reading! I hope to make some friends here. ❤️

#about me #profile intro #roleplay rules #roleplay #roleplay request #1x1 roleplay #fandoms

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idkaguyorsomething · 1 year ago

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Shitty Superhero Tournament Rules and Bracket

Finally, ¡the tournament is about to begin! The bracket will be posted under the cut, but first let’s get some clarifications and rules out of the way:

The movies here have been selected (with two exceptions*) based on their Rotten Tomatoes movie scores and do not reflect my opinion of their quality. The tournament will be divided into six rounds.

Each movie will come with a quick summary of some of its highlights (or lowlights, depending on your point of view) but feel free to create and submit your own propaganda.

You may vote in any way you want, rooting for whatever gives you the most entertainment in a train wreck sort of way, the movie that’s the most incompetently made, a film you feel is actually really good, or however you want to interpret what the winner of a Shitty Superhero Movie Tournament entails.

Personal attacks/bigoted comments and propaganda WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. If you are here looking for an excuse to be racist/sexist/homophobic/anti-semitic/body-shaming/a dick to people trying to collect a paycheck under the corporate grindstone, fuck off. Just because these movies may be shitty doesn’t mean you should be.

If I make a factual error, feel free to correct me on it. Reblogs are encourage, ofc.

¡Have fun and be kind to each other!

THE BRACKET:

Superman III (1983) vs Green Lantern: First Flight (2009)

Fant4stic (2015) vs Ghost Rider (2007)

Black Adam (2022) vs Man-Thing (2005)

Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) vs Dick Tracy (1990)

Constantine (2005) vs Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014)

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016) vs Morbius (2022)

The New Mutants (2020) vs Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021)

Catwoman (2004) vs Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom (2023)

The Return of Swamp Thing (1989) vs Batman and Harley Quinn (2017)

Elektra (2005) vs The Amazing Spider-Man (1977)

Howard the Duck (1986) vs The Incredible Hulk Returns (1988)

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016) vs The Amazing Bulk (2010)

Man of Steel (2013) vs Spider-Man 3 (2007)

Blade II (2002) vs Captain America (1990)

Blade: Trinity (2004) vs The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Batman Forever (1995) vs Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow (2008)

Supergirl (1984) vs Superman: Doomsday (2007)

Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007) vs Punisher: War Zone (2008)

Shazam! Fury of the Gods (2023) vs The Fantastic Four (1994)

Justice League (2017) vs Tank Girl (1995)

Jonah Hex (2010) vs Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows (2016)

X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) vs Eternals (2021)

Daredevil (2003) vs Dark Phoenix (2019)

Steel (1997) vs Super Buddies (2013)

Superman IV: The Quest for Peace (1987) vs Iron Man: Rise of the Technovore (2013)

Fantastic Four (2005) vs Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (2011)

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003) vs The Punisher (1989)

Suicide Squad (2016) vs Hellboy (2019)

Green Lantern (2011) vs The Flash (2023)

X-Men: Origins; Wolverine (2009) vs Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023)

The Punisher (2004) vs Venom (2018)

Batman and Robin (1997) vs Superman/Batman: Apocalypse (2010)

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laresearchette · 3 months ago

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Wednesday, October 02, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: WHERE’S WANDA (Apple TV+)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: JOAN (CW Feed) NOVA: THE SOLAR SYSTEM (PBS Feed) SECRETS OF THE DEAD (PBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE ADDAMS FAMILY (2019) ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN THE AMITYVILLE HORROR (1979) THE AMITYVILLE HORROR (2005) ARE YOU SMARTER THAN A FIFTH GRADER (Season 1–3) ARE YOU SMARTER THAN A FIFTH GRADER (2015) THE BELKO EXPERIMENT BRADDOCK: MISSING IN ACTION III BRUCE ALMIGHTY BUBBA HO-TEP THE BURNING CAPTAIN AMERICA THE CARE BEARS MOVIE THE CARETAKER CARRIE (1976) CARRIE (2013) CHALLENGERS (EXCLUSIVE CONTENT) CHILD'S PLAY (1988) A CHORUS LINE COMES A HORSEMAN THE DARK HALF DEATH RIDES A HORSE DEATH BECOMES HER THE DELTA FORCE DELTA FORCE 2: THE COLOMBIAN CONNECTION DESPERATE HOURS DIRTY ROTTEN SCOUNDRELS DISTURBING BEHAVIOUR DRESSED TO KILL F/X FIFTY SHADES DARKER FROGS FROM BEYOND GETTING EVEN WITH DAD GORKY PARK GUNS OF THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN HANNIBAL HELLBOY LL: THE GOLDEN ARMY HOTARUNOHIKARI IT'S ONLY A LITTLE LIGHT IN MY LIFE (Season 1–2) INTO THE BLUE 2: THE REEF INTO THE BLUE INVADERS FROM MARS INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS INVASION U.S.A. JEEPERS CREEPERS 2 JEEPERS CREEPERS JOEY KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE THE LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT LEVIATHAN LIFEFORCE MAC AND ME MADISON THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN (1960) THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN (2016) THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN RIDE! MAX 2: WHITE HOUSE HERO MAX ME BEFORE YOU MIKE & MOLLY (Season 1–6) MISSING IN ACTION MISSING IN ACTION: THE BEGINNING MULHOLLAND FALLS THE MUMMY THE MUMMY RETURNS ONCE BITTEN POLTERGEIST III POLTERGEIST II: THE OTHER SIDE THE POUGHKEEPSIE TAPES THE PRODIGY (2019) THE RAGE: CARRIE 2 REMO WILLIAMS: THE ADVENTURE BEGINS THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD RETURN OF THE SEVEN RIVER'S EDGE THE RUSSIA HOUSE SAHARA THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS SPECIES III SPECIES: THE AWAKENING STARGATE: THE ARK OF TRUTH STARGATE (1994) STARGATE: CONTINUUM STIGMATA TEEN WOLF (1985) THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 2 THE TOWN THAT DREADED SUNDOWN (2014) TROLL TROLL 2 UHF UNLOVABLE THE VAMPIRE LOVERS WILD BILL THE WOODS

CBC GEM ETERNAL YOU THE SWAP

DISNEY + STAR LAST DAYS OF THE SPACE AGE (all episodes) MICKEY’S SPOOKY STORIES (all episodes)

NETFLIX CANADA CHEF’S TABLE: NOODLES LOVE IS BLIND (Season 7) TUCKER AND DALE VS EVIL UNSOLVED MYSTERIES: VOLUME 5

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 2:30pm: AL Wildcard: Tigers vs. Astros - Game 2 (SN1) 4:30pm: AL Wildcard: Royals vs. Orioles - Game 2 (SN/SN360) 7:30pm: NL Wildcard: Mets vs. Brewers - Game 2 (SN1) 8:30pm: NL Wildcard: Atlanta vs. Padres - Game 2

BACK TO ROOTS (APTN) 7:00pm: Perry and Chef Denia do a visual hunt for wild boar while Chef Denia explains its invasive nature; they also forage and chat about cattail greens, dandelion greens and fireweed.

MLS SOCCER (TSN/TSN4/TSN5) 7:30pm: Toronto FC vs. New York (TSN/TSN4/TSN5) 10:30pm: Vancouver vs. Seattle

NHL HOCKEY (TSN3) 8:00pm: Flames vs. Jets

THE KNOWING (CBC) 8:00pm: Tanya dives into records left behind by her Uncle, looking for answers as to what happened to her family's matriarchs; her friend Sol Mamakwa joins her to look into his past at Residential School.

THE PASSIONATE EYE (CBC) 9:00pm: Delving into the world of startups using AI to create avatars of the deceased; what might become one of the greatest human experiments of our time.

MARK MCKINNEY NEEDS A HOBBY (CTV) 9:02pm (SERIES PREMIERE): 101 Birding: Mark McKinney travels to the Canadian shores of Lake Erie to learn about birding and birdwatching; he embarks on a journey to the Long Point Nature Preserve, tags and releases birds at a Birds Canada outpost.

THE SUMMIT (U.S.) (CTV) 9:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Sixteen ordinary Americans embark on a once-in-a-lifetime journey through the treacherous New Zealand Alps; a medical emergency occurs just hours into the trek and the climbers face a perilous obstacle crossing a ravine.

SO LONG, MARIANNE (Crave) 10:00pm: Axel leaves Marianne and his son to go on a sailing trip with his mistress. Marianne finds comfort in Leonard.

GOING NATIVE (APTN) 10:30pm: From the Arctic to New Zealand and Ontario to Mexico, Drew learns how old Indigenous go digital; language revisitation on TikTok, Maori environmental science and Arctic sovereignty are at the forefront of the Indigenous digital revolution.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #back to roots #the knowing #the passionate eye #mark mckinney needs a hobby #so long #mlb baseball #mls soccer #nhl hockey

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sylvanasthebansheequeen · 2 years ago

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Thank you for the tag @anna-banana27

1. Halloween 1978.

2. Hellboy 2019. (Fight me I love the sassy teenager HB personality.)

3. Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla.

4. Rocky Horror Picture Show.

5. Evil Dead.

6. Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse.

7. X-Men. (All of them except Dark Phoenix. Did not care for all the retcons.)

Tags: @pusantheamazonian @readingupatree.

7 comfort films + 7 tags

Thanks for tagging me @three-of-crows 💖 (took me a few days to make it)

Little Miss Sunshine

Spirited Away

Howl's Moving Castle

Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

The Dark Knight Rises

Lord of the Rings: Return of the King

Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring

Tagging: @scar-crossedlvrs @sarahs-secrets2 @cerezzzita @jihyunv @ghastlyrider @redpool @softenmygrip

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trashcanfanfics · 3 years ago

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Hey idk if ur taking requests but could you possibly do a hellboy (2019) x GN reader where they couldn't sleep so they wandered round the BPRD so HB goes looking for them? If not O understand :)

Listen, I LOVE Hellboy and I'm so happy to get a request for him!!!

You knew it would be a long night when you kept tossing and turning. The rustling disturbed your roommate, making you decide just to wander around the BPRD at the ungodly hour of two thirty-three am. It was originally to try and get a glass of water, maybe consume a few bags of chips to put yourself into a mild starch induced food coma, but you quickly deduced that that was a horrible idea and ate the ice cream in the cafeteria's freezer. That was also a bad idea, however, because it just made you start bouncing around the hallways. You really should have brought shoes or socks, the floor was freezing. It really is going to be a long night.

~*~

Hellboy woke up with a confused start. Blinking, he looked over to the bed on the other side of the room. Y/n wasn't there. Where would they be? It's just about three in the morning. He sat up fully and threw his legs over the side of the bed. His left hand rubbed at his face, trying to wake him up further, as he stood up. Hellboy made his way out of the room and into the hall.

Where could they be? He walked down multiple hallways, checked the cafeteria, went to the library, training rooms, empty offices. They weren't in any of them. Hellboy was getting worried. Why would they leave the room anyway? There's already a bathroom there, and even a little kitchenette where they both keep their snacks. He thought about calling out their name, but decided against it, in case there were any security guards who're trigger happy.

He checked the room again, just to make sure they didn't go back there while he was out. Nope. No one. His worry spiked, and he furrowed his brows. He made his way to the exit, maybe they were outside?

Out on the department's front lawn, he had to blink a few times for his eyes to adjust fully to the darkness. When they did, the shape of his roommate (and crush), was easily found in the moonlight.

"Y/n!" He rushed over to them and engulfed them into a hug. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" He pulled back to look at their confused face.

"HB, what are you doing up at this hour?" Their small smile made his heart beat faster.

"I don't know but when I woke up you weren't there and I got a little worried." He brought his left hand up and pat it on their head. "'Sides, you're one to talk. Awake at three am." They laughed softly at this.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." They pulled out of his grasp and stood up, making Hellboy miss the feel of their skin. "But we should head back inside probably. In case there's a bed check or something." They laughed again. He stood up and they both walked back in and to their shared room.

In the room, they went to their respective beds. No sooner had they gotten situated had Y/n started moving around again. They sighed.

"I think I know what the problem is," they spoke. Hellboy hummed, opening his eyes to see them sitting up and looking at him. They threw their legs over the side of their bed and walked over to him.

"Y/n?" His question when unanswered as they lifted up his blanket and snuggled up underneath it next to him. "Uh..." They scooted closer and wrapped an arm around him then sighed in content.

"My bed's too uncomfy," they yawned and snuggled closer, "but this is optimal comfort." They were out in minutes as Hellboy's mind raced. It slowed to a calm as he wrapped his right arm around them, being mindful of the brick like texture of it, and pulled them closer.

"This is comfy." And he went to sleep.

#hellboy x reader #hellboy(2019) x reader #trashcan answers you

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likedovesinthewnd · 5 years ago

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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?”

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multific · 3 years ago

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That Special Someone

Hellboy x Reader

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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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imtherain · 6 years ago

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Broken Dress

HEYO

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

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

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

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

also @negansdirtygirl22 because she’s rad

ANYWHO

Broken Dress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You alright there?” Hellboy asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good?” He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A girdle?”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“You still want to…?” You stutter.

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes?” He echoes.

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

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

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

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

You scream his name as you cum against his mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought patience was a virtue?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it?”

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

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

“No, I think you called me a hussy,”

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

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

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

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

Bonus! Walk of Shame

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, the only survivors,” You laugh.

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

“Let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s about damn time,” Someone says.

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

“Congratulations!”

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

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

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Hey, girl, hey!! So, I’m here making my request bc your writing is so damn good and I need more. I was thinking Hellboy and the reader are just friends but there is total mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension between them bc they’re both waiting for the other to make The Move ™️. Maybe they’re having a movie night or something where they are alone and he tickles her or they play wrestle and she ends up on top of him and then shablam... I leave the rest in your hands 😈

Move

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“You have the absolute worst taste in beer” Hellboy tossed you the can of beer. Miraculously you’d caught it and inspected the label. “What’s wrong with a little craft beer now and then? Your shit taste like piss and grass” You opened the can and took a sip happily enjoying it. “Add some blueberries to that and you’ve got whatever god forsaken shit you are drinking. Hipster nonsense if you ask me” You tossed a chip at him as he laughed at your insulted face.

It was a typical Friday night for the two of you. Picking on each other, having drinks and talking about everything and nothing. You lived for these hangouts with him, he was afterall your best friend.

“Why don’t we just drink tequila it’s the one drink we agree on” You rested your feet on his lap and reached for another chip. “Because the last time we did that I somehow ended up with my nails painted and you ordered half a restaurant for me on ubereats” The memory sent you into a fit of giggles, beer nearly coming out of your nose. “Jesus Christ $500 I forgot! But hey, we ate like fucking kings that night” You stated matter of fact. “Till you puked in the sink” He pointed to the aforementioned sink. “Fucking tater tots...” You shivered at the memory.

He’d downed his beer by now and and was quick to grab another one from the coffee table. You choked a little chugging yours. “Some comerade! Let me catch up!” He pinched your toe and you kicked him softly. “Lightweight” He mouthed at you grinning when you flipped him off. “I gotta pace myself, I’ve got a mountain of paper work I gotta attend to” You place the empty can on the table and dug underneath you for your phone. “Postmates? Pizza?” You scrolled through the menu and melted happily when Hellboy massaged your feet. “Meh, Chinese?” He offered while expertly working the soles of your feet. “Shit, that place has to be closed by now” You wiggled your toes when his knuckles found a particular spot.

You saw the micheveous gleam in his golden eyes.

“Is the tough as nails y/n ticklish?!” You gave him a stern but playful look. “I will step on your tail don’t-Hellboy!” You voice betrayed you as you were unmable to hold your fit of laughter. He gripped your foot and attacked the same spot with his fingers. He took advantage of his strength and you were wheezing with laughter begging him to quit it.

“I’m going to kick you and I won’t be sorry!” You stated between fits of laughter. You managed to unhook your foot from his grasp and lunged forward to smack his arm. “You’re such a dick!” You yelled still recuperating from the attack. “I can’t believe you’re ticklish” You huffed our, cheeks red. “Dummy my phone fell” You crawled across his lap to check where it had landed.

Unbeknownst to you he got a little stiff. Hellboy’s eyes ran across the length of your back. He’d be a fool to deny your beauty. Curves in all the right places, beautiful skin and a scent he could recognize a mile a way. He awkwardly kept his arms away from you while you rummaged for the phone. “Got it! Pray the screen isn’t cracked or your ass is grass buddy” You leaned back inspecting the device and didn’t catch the soft smile on his face as he stared at you. “We’re in business. For my emotional distress I’m picking the midnight dinner” He lifted his arms in defeat. “You win, and for your emotional distress let me get you more of your awful beer” He sat up missing your glare.

You’d settled on his spot which was warm and toasty. He’d bent down towards the mini fridge and looked about. There was a privilege to having him as a best friend. He wasn’t just fun and strong, he was ridiculously handsome to you. The muscles were one thing and god did you ogle every chance you got. There was more to that and you found it in little things. His hair was getting longer, his eyes always shun a little more whenever you made him laugh. His jawline was strong and accentuated his features perfectly.

Perhaps you were buzzed but you blurted it out.

“You know you’re like super handsome” Were your cheeks hot?

Hellboy stood, beers in hand and raised a brow at you. “Are you drunk already?” He smiled but there was a shyness to his stare. “What? I can’t tell my friend he’s hot?” Now he laughed and sat back down with you offering you the drink. “Wait which is it? Handsome or hot?” He leaned back against the couch. You placed the beer on the table and leaned back with him. “Both” Why were you on blurt mode all of a sudden was beyond you. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling when he rested his head on yours.

“I think you’re beautiful” Hellboy said softly, somewhat hoping you wouldn’t hear. “Ok now you’re the drunk one” You chuckled while pinching his side. He exaggerated how hurt he was by it and it only egged you on.

The two of you somehow ended up play fighting. Hellboy always used cero to little effort for fear of hurting you. You’d ended up across his lap, belly hurting from laughing so much as he held both your wrist effortlessly.

The laughter subsided softly as you looked up at him with a goofy smile.

He really was a sight.

You reached up with your bound hands and ran your knuckles across his cheek. “I meant it, you know?” You said seriously. He shook his head. “Don’t lie” His eyes drifted away as you sat up on his lap. “No, I’m not lying” Your e/c eyes found his golden ones.

It was adrenaline.

You’d kissed him and not a friend kiss either.

Lips on lips. Gentle but confident.

When you pulled back his hot breath mingled with yours.

When did your heart decide to beat out of your chest?

You cupped his face, the pads of your thumbs running through scars and scruff. Something in him snapped when you licked your lips and he was on you again and hungrily.

You’d never been kissed with such intensity. You’d never felt every and all emotions in one kiss. Hellboy’s left hand rested on the back your neck. Your hands still cupped his face, head tilting to the side to deepen the already intense kiss.

You’d pulled back to catch your breath but it was pointless. Hellboy’s forehead rested against yours and the rough edges of his horns felt so odd yet right. You looked into his eyes, breath ragged and hands gripping and clutching at him.

Eyes always spoke better than mouths.

You’d moved about and straddled his lap and when his tail snaked up the backs of yours thighs you moaned.

You tossed his shirt away as well as yours. Fingers ran down his chest feeling scars here and there. He shivered beneath your soft caresses. “Do you... I mean, only if you-“ You nodded understanding. “Don’t stop” You whispered softly against his skin. You kissed his pulse and he gripped your thighs. You under his jaw and felt nails dig into one of your thighs. When you found his lips again you were grinding down on the growing bulge you felt.

He’d adjusted you beneath him on the couch. Clothes fully discarded and legs a shaking mess around his waist. He buried his face against your neck driving into you slowly and carefully. Every inch of your insides going up in flames as he fucked you. Your toes caressed the base of his tail and by the hitch in his breathing you mentally noted that for a future occasion.

You peppered his cheek with kisses and urged him on. He hit you with a different angle and you’d lost the ability for coherent words.

He told you how much he wanted you. Wanted this.

You told him how much you needed him. Needed this.

He’d consumed you and so had you. You came around his cock, clutching at him as if the fall wasn’t just inside of you but physical as well. You were still riding the high when he came inside of you, a growl etched onto your neck.

You rested your check on his shoulder, his hair cascading on you as a stone hand was caressing your thigh.

You could worry later about everything and so could he. For now, here against each other, there was no reason to move.

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