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scholastic-dragon · 4 months

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HAPPY BDAY YAYYYY

could i request a Hellboy x female reader with prompt 9: don't give me that look?

You can have free reign other than that, thank you so much!

hehehehehehehehehe

yes

Right Place.... right time?

warnings: SMUT, minors DNI

"Don't give me that look," He growls, glancing around the dark tunnel you two are in. "We can't,"

You scoff, setting your flashlight on your belt.

Hellboy was trying to be better. He'd fucked up on so many missions and wanted to remind the team that he was here. That he could do a simple recon mission.

"I'm serious, Babe," He groans, looking through the underground tunnels. You two had split off, looking for clues for the most recent monster escapade. "I cannot get distracted-"

He turns and the words die on his tongue. Your jacket is already off, your shirt unbuttoned to reveal your bare chest. And your hands and working on your belt and pants.

"Babe," He wants to sound assertive, but it comes out as a plead. His cock is already half hard seeing you like this. "We're in the middle of a mission, we can't-"

Your pants fall to the floor. Now you're in nothing but a red thong. His resolve smashes into a million pieces.

Before he can think, he's rushing forward, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. He gives you no time to breathe, his flashlight falling to the floor with a thump.

Lifting you in his arms, he pushes you against the cold stone wall. It's wet and damp and cold down here, but as you mewl and roll your hips into his pants he can't seem to care.

His stone hand and tail keep you pressed to the wall, his human one runs down your body until he reaches your weeping cunt. "God, you're fucking soaked," He all but moans into your mouth.

"Pants. Pants," Is all you can reply, reaching down and tugging at his belt. It takes you both a minute, but you finally get the damned thing off. He barely pushes down his pants and underwear, his cock bobs in the open air.

He notches the hot tip at your entrance, kissing at your throat. He slips inside and you mewl and grip his shoulders. Slowly but surely he sinks you down to the hilt, both of you panting and moaning quietly.

He moves you like you weigh nothing, up and down over and over again. His teeth latch onto your breasts, sucking dark bruises onto the soft skin.

God, he's already close.

His tail sneaks over your thigh that wrapped around his hip and rubs at your swollen clit. You moan and groan into his mouth.

"Shit, shit, shit," You chant, followed by a scream of his name and other blasphemous curses. Your cunt squeezes him tight, gushing around him. He grunts, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

His knees nearly give out, pressing you harder into the wall. You're both shaking and panting in each others arms.

You laugh breathlessly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He opens his mouth to respond when someone else's voice echoes off the tunnels. "It'll get a lot worse if you two don't clean up and get to the rendezvous point in ten minutes,"

Hellboy's blood runs cold. "Abe? Were you listening?" You gasp softly, face flushing deep, covering your face in your hands.

He laughs. "Thankfully no, I got hear just a minute ago to the heavy breathing. But I can only cover for you two for so long, so hurry up," His footsteps retreat from the tunnel.

"Thanks, Abe, I owe ya," Hellboy calls, smirking at your flushed face.

"You owe me a lot actually," He says, voice getting quiet.

Hellboy chuckles, licking his lips. "Ya know what, baby? That was worth it," He laughs harder as you smack his shoulder.

#hellboy #hellboy x reader #hellboy smut #hellboy 2004 #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy oneshot #hellboy imagine #birthday smut prompts #it is my works #thanks for the ask!

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stillnotyourmusebitch · 4 months

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Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

#jamie writes #my old fic #hellboy 2019 #hellboy imagine #hellboy x reader #reader insert #afab reader #b.p.r.d. imagine #b.p.r.d.#hellboy smut

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intimacyequalsdeath · 7 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 13: Hellboy (Pumpkin Spice)

Friday the 13 in October no less! Happy 13th of Fictober besties as always I hope you've all been enjoying these fics especially this weeks smutty fics and I hope your excited for more festivities in the next couple weeks of Fictober.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, Spice and everything nice. No specific pronouns or descriptions are used though the reader does work as an exotic dancer.

"You said you were ok with it! you knew what I did for work before we got together Red. Why the hell is it a problem now?" You slammed open the door to your dressing room as he followed behind you into the room.

Red had just recently got back from a mission and had come to see you at the club you worked as a dancer at. Something he always did when he got back except this time he had a stick up his ass.

"Well yeah things change toots, Especially when I show up and see all these other men drooling over you" You rolled your eyes.

"Red I tell you all the time, those guys don't matter. I just need their money you're the only one that matters to me" You understood he was jealous but you didn't understand what his issue was.

You watched as he huffed some more and briefly paced the room before sitting on the old faux leather couch you had put in the corner specifically for him to come and visit you at the club. You went and sat next to him, forgetting that you had come back to your dressing room to changed out of your skimpy attire and into street clothes.

"What's wrong red? I can't fix anything if you don't talk to me" You ran your hand up and down his arm trying to coax him to talk.

"All those men out there that aren't well ya know" He said softly

"They aren't want honey?"

"They aren't like me, their normal" He said. You're heart broke.

"Baby, You are normal, You're my normal. You're everything I could've ever hoped to find in a man. I don't care about all those rich dicks out there. The only man in the entire world I care about is you."

You watched as Hellboy processed your words, His face not giving anything away quite yet as he thought for a moment. Your eyes met his and you offered him a smile he couldn't help but to grin himself before looking away bashfully.

"You mean it?" He asked almost a playful tone to his voice.

"Of course I do. I fucking love you, plus no one can handle me like you can baby" You moved into his laps running your hands up and down his chest as you lost yourself into his eyes.

"Hey I'm sorry baby I uh, I guess I just got into my own head again" He told you, wrapping his giant arms around your waist.

"It's ok my love, I understand" You told him, pressing kisses to his face then his lips.

Your arms went around his neck as he took over the kiss. You pulled away a bit so he could fully take in your outfit choice for the night, It was a barley there number with accents in a particular color that resembled your demon boyfriend.

"Do you like my outfit baby?" You asked him playfully. He grinned.

"Course I do, red looks real good on you ya know" You both laughed.

"Ya know I'm kinda partial to red myself" His hands moved up to the zipper in the back of the outfit to take it off of you.

"Really? and why's that?"

"I don't know honestly, I've just always really liked it" He moved the fabric down your body as you started running your hands down his again.

He let the fabric drop to the floor when he finally had it completely off you, His hands made their way back to your waist working their way up to your chest as he slid his fingers over your nipples as he took in your bare form. It wasn't anything new to him obviously but he always liked to take you in like a fine art painting that he was seeing for the first time.

"You know Red I'm feeling a bit underdressed here" You said nodding to the fact that he was still fully clothed. He smirked at you and allowed you to work his shirt over his head before unbuckling his pants.

Once his pants were down, His cock sprang free smacking against his stomach. Precum already leaking out of the top of it before you had even touched anything.

You took his cock into your hand giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as always giving you time to adjust to his size as obviously his dick much like everything else about him is huge. Once you had adjusted to his size you gave him the go ahead by beginning to slowly bounce up and down.

He chucked at your eagerness before thrusting hard up into you before you could come back down on top of him. You gasped at the feeling of him all the way inside you, you reveled in how full he always made you feel. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you stopped for a minute just to feel him completely.

Hellboy made no move to continue to thrust so you could tell he liked the feeling of being inside you too. You put your hands behind your legs onto to his knees allowing yourself to lean back for a new angle.

"Red please, Fuck me" You pleaded breathlessly.

"What good manners you have for daddy huh?" He teased before fulfilling exactly what you wanted.

You could feel as your mixing juices were sliding down your thighs making both your laps a mess. The only sound echoing through the room other then your moans and his grunts was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked up into you making a mess of the both of you.

He brought a giant hand up to gently wrap it around your neck. Using this as leverage he began slamming you onto his cock by your neck, his other hand holding you behind your back to keep you steady.

"Red I- I can't It's, It's" You gasped out grabbing at his chest, He made no move to stop though.

"Nah Baby, I know you can take it and you're going to take it" He commanded.

Your legs fell even more open, if that was even possible, at his words and the only words able to come from your mouth after that were incoherent mumbles in-between your moans.

You felt your walls begin to tighten as he leaned over to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving love bites as he went to further mark you as his. Suddenly here your orgasm was, You cried out as you could feel yourself wrap around his cock as he also came inside you. Your juices mixing together and making an even bigger mess.

Once you both had came he took you gently off his lap and laid you on the couch next to him as you both caught your breath.

"Hey baby you with me?" He asked, taking a cigar out of his discarded coat pocket and lighting it before taking a hand and gently rubbing your back. Wary of your ability to speak your nodded at him and he smiled.

"I'm fine Red, You just wear me out" You gave a soft laugh.

"You think your gonna be ok to walk out of here back to the apartment?" He asked, but something told you he already knew the answer.

"Probably not, You gonna be up to carry me?" You asked, knowing full well nothing stroked his ego more then having to carry you after he fucked you.

"Babydoll nothing would bring me more pleasure then carrying my baby home" Your eyes met his as you both grinned at each other like love sick fools.

Something told you Hellboy was never gonna have to worry about old rich dickheads ever again.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #hellboy #hellboy 2004 #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy x reader #hellboy smut #Fictober #Halloween

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rebornologist · 4 months

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I know he is the king of softness but how about some 🚨 nasty where abe is dom, like we were teasing him so bad holding his hand all over a meeting and having nasty thoughts of him taking control that after the meeting he show us how rough and dom he can be, that he leaves us not being able to walk. I AM BLUSHING HARD RIGHT NOW THINKING OF IT

dom abe ♡ sends u to the ER?!⁎⁺˳✧༚

I love this prompt because I actually recently got into reading the BPRD comics, and our dearest agent sapien is not as much of an awkward nerdy softie mess in that depiction :’) That man is so FOINE y’all I’m obsessed..

warnings: biting, fingering, ambiguous reader parts lol, pinning reader down, it's pretty feral with a subtle prey/predator undertone, could be read as cnc, lil suggestion of facefucking, and ofc.. I love talking about his cum ♡

༚✧⁺˳₊˚‿︵‿︵‿୨୧ · ˳ · ♡ · ˳ · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿˚₊˳⁺✧༚

So your hand brushes his during the debrief, and he innocently lifts it up to cover yours, lightly going back and forth over your knuckles and the back of your hand. His cold fingers juxtapose your warm skin, but you smile at the subtle gesture of affection. Then, your mind wanders.. to other times when his body temperature juxtaposed yours.

You notice his breathing pause for a moment, out of the corner of your eye, and you actively realize where your mind has wandered to. When he nervously exhales and draws his hand away, you double down and move your hand to his under the table, discreetly. You also lean over to rest your head on his shoulder, casually. It’s not a startling display of affection, especially because it was only HB, Liz, and Johann present at this particular meeting, but it also meant that Abe was unable to move away without drawing more attention to the two of you.

With Johann droning on and on, you let your mind wander, telepathically insisting that Abe not be shy about getting a little rougher with you. You’re an agent of the BPRD, you can handle a bit more forcefulness… To this, his eyes get a little shifty, side-eyeing you the best he can (he is literally fish-eyed) and clearing his throat, before trying to keep up with the topic at hand. He diverts the attention to you, in a vain attempt to put a pause on your dirty thoughts.

“Oh, yeah.. Kraus is onto something with that theory, I think the pieces do fit together into some kind of key,” you pip up, moving your hand off of Abe’s to brush against his bare thigh. He mentally curses himself for not wearing full length pants that day. As you casually draw little circles over the top of his leg, moving ever closer to the inside of his thigh, you continue, “and the key has to fit a lock..” you raise your eyebrow, as you picture a completely different kind of key and lock in your mind.

Abe snorts, sitting upright and putting his hand over yours to stop that incessant caressing, and clears his throat gently before adding his input to the conversation.

With that, your mind goes wild; It’s full of thoughts of him being more stern with you, suggesting that he should leave some marks for you to cover up, maybe putting you in your place so you don’t dare distract him during the next meeting, maybe making it so you are the one that has to hold in your moans this time around, the list goes on and on..

And finally, finally, when the meeting is adjourned, you happily stand and bid the team good evening, walking off down the halls back to your living space, not knowing that you’re in for a long night ahead..

You unwind a little bit, not thinking too much about how badly you teased him. The thought of apologizing for your misbehaviour crosses your mind, and you decide to pay your partner a visit in the library before you turn in for the night. He did furiously avoid your gaze as he left the meeting room, and only nodded politely and agreeably when you said you’d see him later.

As usual, you knock lightly on the door before entering, and you’re surprised to not see him anywhere. “Abe..?” You call out, walking in slowly, ducking your head between the aisles and shelves to look for him. He’s clearly not in his tank, but you don’t see him anywhere else.

Suddenly, the record player starts up, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh, I was looking for you—OH!” Your brief moment of calm is interrupted by a cold, firm grip around your wrist, as you’re pressed up against the book shelf by none other than your sweet and loving partner.

“What had gotten into you during the debrief? Were you possessed or something?” He starts, incredulously. A jumbled reply falls from your lips, but you’re still in a bit of shock to defend yourself at this point. You manage to stutter a meek, “I’m sorry?” but that’s followed by a sharp gasp as you feel his hands running down your back and groping at your ass, with the other gripping your chin and turning your head to face him.

“I’m afraid that’s not adequate reasoning for such unprofessional behaviour, my dear,” he blinks at you, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he brushes against your sensitive spots harshly. That’s when you realize he’s definitely going to make you regret asking him to be rough with you (he couldn’t if he tried, but anyway…)

"If you're going to act like such a.. brat," he bites down hard at the junction of your neck, and pulls away as you squeal. “Oh?” He would have an eyebrow raised if he had eyebrows, but the tone of his voice says it all. “Going to make a fuss now that I’m testing your bold claims, love?” He frowns, almost mockingly. You feel the heat building in your face, and you fumble your words as you try to explain that you were just messing with him. This doesn’t stop him from shaking his head and pressing you back up against the wall, littering your neck and shoulders with bites and sucking harshly at the surface wounds, licking and lapping at your hot flesh while you squirm and slap a hand over your lips to quiet your sounds.

He will catch on and replace your hand with his, and every delicious little mewl he draws from you reverberates right into his palm, and it nearly sends him into a frenzy. He uses his lanky frame to his advantage as he turns you around and presses himself up against you. “You know well enough what you do to me,” he mumbles, rubbing you through your shorts as one hand brushes up under your shirt to grope at your chest and pinch at your nipples, “and to abuse that power.. oh, your heart is racing,” he notes, almost with a hint of amusement in his tone, as he roughly pulls your shorts down just enough to swipe a finger across your warmth. “and.. so wet, huh?”

He grips your shoulder and forces you to bend over for him as he wets and slips a digit or two inside of you, curling it to brush against your sweet spot. “I guess the feeling is mutual, hm?” He teases as he fingerfucks you while you grip the edge of the bookshelf, biting down on your lip as you struggle to contain your noises.

“Ah ah ah, keep it down.. in the library,” he leans over just to whisper that in your ear, mock scolding you and lifting your shirt up to slip the hem of it between your teeth, punctuating his comment with a soft bite to your earlobe and chuckling when you whine and try to pull away. You’re just showing him how fun you are to play with, and it unlocks a new fascination within him.

You get to decide just how many orgasms he chooses to wring out of you until he deems it appropriate to push your shoulders down and listen to your sweet garbled and muffled begging while he rails you from behind, a few fallen magazines being pushed aside as you shake under him like a thoroughly fucked out mess. It was mind-blowing, simply put.

How do you feel about tasting the mix of you two together? If you’re open to it, and he’s feeling extra offended by what you thought of during the meeting, I hope you enjoy getting held down and facefucked by your darling fishman while he coos and shushes you and praises you for taking it so well. He runs out of degrading words really quickly, actually, and can only continue to praise you because he knows that you’re enjoying the rough treatment, and he thinks it’s incredibly sexy to use you like this. You end up literally covered in his cum, with it leaking out of you and painting your face and chest and lower stomach and back, because he was.. pent up, so to speak, and he feels so guilty after he’s done with you.

“Oh dear.. oh my goodness, are you okay?” He finally asks, full of worry and chest heaving from exertion as he fusses over your limp form. You nod weakly with a content smile, stifling a giggle, your nose scrunching happily as you bask in your afterglow. He's so gentle with you afterwards, apologizing for fear of taking it too far, but you reassure him that you had a great time, despite your protests.

It isn’t until a few hours later (post bath and diligent aftercare, ofc) that you realize you’re sore in places you’ve never been sore before, and he may have bitten harder than he thought in some spots. Needless to say, you refused to pull anything at the next meeting because you were too busy feeling sorry for your poor bruised and bandaged self. It was totally worth it, though.

#bprd #abe sapien #abe sapien smut #abe sapien x reader #bureau for paranormal research and defense #hellboy smut

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filthyslashertoad · 1 year

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Hellboy NSFW alphabet 🤭🤭

Ooooh, good request!

Hellboy NSFW Alphabet

(NSFW: Praise kink, Breeding kink, Oral Sex, Impact play)

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Is super gentle and cuddly afterwards, will pull a cigar out if you're comfortable with it but if not he'll just lay with you till you fall asleep.

B=Body Part (Their favorite part of their partner's body)

Loves your hands and how fragile they seem compared to his. Likes to hold them during meetings or when you watch a movie together since he isn't always able to give you affection when he wants to.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Does in fact cum a lot, like a lot, a lot.

Has a breeding kink too, so watch out.

Prefers to cum inside you the most but doesn't have a problem with cumming on you.

D=Dirty Secret

Wants to get dominated by you one day.

He just loves the idea of having you ride him while he just lays there while you praise or degrade him(Your choice)

E= Experience (How much do they have?)

He's had a good amount of experience, mainly just because he's been alive for so long. Even with him having experience, he still is very nervous the first time he has sex with you.

F= Favorite Position

Prefers positions where he gets to see your face, which is why his favorite position is cowgirl.

Even though you're on top he has no problem with being the one who fucks you in this position,(If you prefer being submissive)

G= Goofy (How are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Doesn't really see sex as a funny thing so it's very unlikely that he'll joke a lot but there may be a few cheesy one-liners that sound like they're straight out of a comic book.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

YES.

He's very hairy but not necessarily in a bad way since he's very well groomed.

I=Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Very romantic, he sees sex as a very intimate thing and wants it to be as passionate as possible. He likes to show this by fucking you slowly in missionaries and pressing soft kisses all over you.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Before you, he masturbated pretty often due to stress and anxiety after missions.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink- Part of him wants to start a family but the other part of him just enjoys the idea of him fucking you till you're full of his cum.

Praise- Wants to tell you how much he loves and cares about you and how you love and care about him just as much.

Light impact play- Has a thing for butts so he will absolutely slap the shit out of it while doing backshots.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Preferably your bed but honestly he'll fuck you anywhere as long as it's somewhat private

M=Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing like wearing skirts or shorts with nothing underneath or calling him while he's busy and telling him how much you need him.

N=No (Something they won't do, turn-offs)

Doesn't like his horns being touched and he absolutely refuses to degrade you. He just doesn't understand why someone would ever be attracted to degrading their lover and he is very insecure about his horns.

O=Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys giving it since he's very big into pleasuring you. (DW he's definitely had quite a bit of experience.

If you are to give him a blowjob, he enjoys it when you deepthroat him while stroking him till he cums in your mouth.

P=Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Slow and sensual

He'll fuck you fast and rough on occasion but he prefers fucking you slow and passionately so that he can take the time to enjoy the faces you're making.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves proper sex but he is busy all the time so on rare occasions he will agree to a quickie.

Just expect it to lead to way more than that and could possibly become a very intense and passionate session

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If you both tease each other enough he will most likely fuck you where you're standing.

Yes, he will make sure that you moan at the top of your lungs so that everybody knows that you're getting fucked.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they usually last?)

Can go for around 8 rounds, each spanning from 10-20 minutes. (What do you expect though, he's a literal demon)

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Isn't turned on by sex toys or anything that has to do with it.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Is very teasing.

Like are you kidding this mf teases you 24/7, night and day.

He'll call you by cute nicknames and talk to you sweetly just to walk away like nothing happened.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc.)

Isn't super loud but he won't hesitate to tell you how he feels about what you're doing to him. Is a loud moaner

Especially when you ride him.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Has a thing for when you wear his t-shirts around

Goes absolutely insane if you were nothing but the shirt on your body.

Expect to be stared at for a good part of the day before he snaps and fucks you over the nearest surface.

X=X-Ray

He's packing like 6 inches soft and 7 inches hard.

Has a thick girth and a long vein that goes up the side of it.

His tip is a dark red-ish

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high

Although he loves being with you at the moment, he prefers just spending time with you overall and it doesn't matter in what way you do it.

Doesn't have a problem with having sex as much as you want though.

Z=ZZZ... (How fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

He usually waits for you to fall asleep and if you don't then he'll offer to make you something to drink and he'll cuddle up with you to watch a movie.

#hellboy x reader #hellboy #hellboy smut #nsfwalphabet

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monalisamartian · 1 year

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Hellboy smutt dump cos i couldn't resist going on a smutt fest this week (ill be back to tmnt soon enough)

#hellboy #hellboy au #hellboy smut #smut #lemon #oc x cannon

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Request Details

A/N : So I'm making this bc I am starting to get requests!! Which makes me a super happy, but now that there are requests I thought it'd be best to make a Post dedicated to my "Do's and Dont's"

A/N : This will be updated from time to time so If you're considering sending a request, Read over it!!

A/N : most of this *is* outdated since I took a *long* break and persist to, I'm not great with punctuality.

Here is my Masterlist !!

❦︎ Fandoms I Write for ↓

The Witcher ( Series )

Call of Duty - Cold War

Call of Duty - Modern Warfare II

Call of Duty - Modern Warfare III

Call of Duty - Ghosts

Skyrim

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

Seven Deadly Sins

Overwatch

Identity V

Creepypasta

Ghost ( Band )

The Crow

Motionless in White ( Band )

Hellboy

MCU

Dark Knight Trilogy

Sally Face

❦︎ Things I do not Write

Non-Con

Pedophilia

Necrophilia

Character x Reader x Character where the Characters are Related ( Makes me Uncomfy )

Scat or Piss that is NASTY

Mpreg. No. Just no

I literally cannot write one shots that r fluff or angst m sorry I purely write sex, so if u want fluff or angst it'll be in the sex oneshot

❦︎ Details !!

Detail your requests!! If you want a certain character to be a top or bottom? Add it in, Certain plot you want? add it in!! Almost anything is on the table and honestly its easier to write requests when they have more detail so I'm not worried if not living up to what someone had in mind.

❦︎ Rules

Please do not message me or Comment on my Posts asking about your request, life is busy and I usually shitpost to make sure everyone knows I'm alive and well.

And As always

FEM ALIGNED DNI

This is Man on Man content for Men / Non fem aligned, you will be blocked <3

A/N : Feel free to drop a request!! Love y'all stay fruity

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 9 months

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"His plaything"

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / Third person POV)

Themes: Dark | Smut

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Nuada searched for a means to satisfy his physical needs. The opportunity presented itself in one of the mortal servants made to serve at court.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

Rules and tag form here.

Nuada was a disciplined elf. He spent hours pouring over books and stone tablets in his lord father's great library. When he was not reading, he was sparring.

The crown prince was a warrior without peer, so the singers said. Even when he was but an elfling, it was said no match could be found for Nuada's gift with spears and swords. His father, the high king of all elves, considered him to be the greatest warrior of their people. And the most accomplished. The prince was not just gifted with the blade and well-read; he was also skilled in craftmanship and music and even dancing. It was a strange thing indeed, to see such a brutal warrior glide across a hall like a feather on the wind.

Handsome and charming and dangerous in equal measure, the prince never wanted for company. Nuada was always surrounded by beautiful maidens, all of them vying for his attention. He was unwed, you see, and was expected to take a wife. That was one of his duties: to marry a maiden of the highest birth and produce an heir. The prince understood this. He was more than willing to pledge himself to marriage, but he just needed time to find a bride worthy of him. Until then, he decided, he would find other means to satisfy his needs, for he was a warrior, and as disciplined as he was, he had a warrior's many appetites.

Of course, it must be said that the prince would never sate his hunger by taking another elf to bed. Oh no. Nuada abhorred the very notion of sullying one of his own people that way, no matter how lowborn the elf in question may be. He turned his eyes to the servants instead. They were all mortal hostages taken by his lord father after a great and terrible war. King Balor tolerated them as well as he could manage, and turned a blind eye to how they were treated, provided certain decencies were observed. Those decencies were simple enough: No torture. No working servants to death. No forced couplings. Alas, these edicts had many and more cracks to find if one knew how to find them.

And Nuada found one precisely to his liking.

"Why are you whimpering, little mortal? He grunted. "I thought a good little whore like you wanted nothing less than being bedded by the crown prince Bethmoora."

Whore. That was the choice word he called her, among other things. And yes, y/n did desire the crown prince ever since the moment she first saw him. Her dreams had been haunted by sweet and tender visions of him wooing her before bedding her. She thought that should her dream ever become reality, he would be as generous and courteous and gentle with her as he was with the ladies of his father's court. Such blissful ignorance only lasted until he caught her looking one night while serving his dinner. The prince only waited till his guests took their leave of him before asking her to sink to her knees. He had caressed her cheek, almost in affection, and insisted she open her mouth for him. Not knowing what was expected of her, y/n obeyed. So much had changed since then.

She jolted when he slapped her thigh. His hand was large and had been roughened by centuries of fighting and wielding weapons. It left a mark all of its own. He slapped her thigh again and dug his nails into her flesh. Y/n licked her lips. The prince was expecting an answer.

"I whimper out of pleasure, your highness," she replied as fast as she could, hoping it would please him. She may have felt some pleasure; it was true, but it was so little. The prince would slake his lust upon her body and chase his release, and show little care for her own. As soon as he was satisfied, Nuada would order her to dress and leave.

"You are not lying to me, yes? You do know what happens when people lie to me, yes?"

"I know, your highness. I am not lying, your highness."

Nuada grunted and grabbed her hips, muttering indencies in her ear the entire time. His hands left bruises wherever they touched. Sometime he held her so hard her body would be sore for several days after. Then there were the things he called her, not caring about how they might make her feel. Y/n would not have minded any of it had he shown any interest in her during the act. Or showed concern for her after it.

"Such a good little whore," he said, picking up his tortuous pace and thrusting even harder, filling her as deeply as he could. His nails dug into delicate skin, leaving bruises in their wake. "But you must be fucking silent. I like you that way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, your highness." Y/n lowered her arms and rested her head against the pillows. That allowed the prince to find another angle. He rammed her and found a new place that made her moan long and deep.

"I said be silent!" He barked at her and soon lost himself in her flesh. Nuada moaned and grew drunk on the sound of his thighs slapping against hers. He chose well, he thought. Y/n was meek and discrete and obedient, a maiden who had not known the touch of men until him. She was so soft, her skin warm, and her cunt plush and sinful whenever it fluttered and tightened around his cock. Then there was that sweet little mouth of hers. Nuada enjoyed seeing it swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend.

The bed creaked softly. Y/n bit her lip and buried her face in the pillows. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her even as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. They had sprung from the knowledge that she was a mere plaything to the prince, someone he could use and throw aside once someone worthy of him was in the offing. And there would be someone worthy. Nuada would take an elf-maid hailing from only the highest of births for a wife. She, on the other hand, was a mere mortal, the only child of a petty king who dared to march against King Balor.

"If only your pathetic father could see you now," Nuada grunts and stops just long enough to reach over to gather her wrists. One hand tightens over them, keeping them behind her back. The other curled around her hair. He tugged hard whenever he sheathed himself in her. "A slut servicing her master."

Her father had been allowed to live on the condition that she be sent to court as a hostage. He had no say in where she was placed or whom she had to serve. He was not allowed to know, either. Perhaps this was a mercy.

The air grew thick and heated. The room felt uncommonly warm. Y/n's neck ached from Nuada tugging her hair. Her entire body trembled with each violent thrust. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her breath had reduced to shallow gasps and pants. A sweet tension gathered in her core. She was close. So close. But the question remained: will the prince let her have her pleasure just this once?

That was not to be. Nuada felt the coiling in his belly. He was on the precipice of his release, and he had no intention of spilling his seed in y/n's slick heat. As glorious as that would be, he did not wish to risk planting a halfling bastard in y/n's belly. The elves were the children of the earth. The golden blood of the true ancients and the elder gods flowed strong in their veins, and Nauda would never dream of mingling his blood with that of a lesser creature. He drew back and got out of bed, pulling y/n with him as he did. She knew what was to happen next and did well to hide the sadness welling within her.

"Open," he commanded, after she settled on her knees.

Y/n obeyed, letting her mouth go slack while he sank his length all the way in. She kept still while he set the pace, her breath filled with the clean scent of him. His cock was warm and heavy on her tongue. Y/n tightened her lips just enough, just as he taught her the first night. He moaned. She opened her eyes. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was slightly parted. Nuada moved, fucking her mouth and grunting whenever that sinful tongue of hers glided along his member. He sighed wistfully, grabbed at her hair, and went faster and deeper, delighting in the little gagging sounds she made. All y/n could do was keep her hands on her thighs and let Nuada enjoy himself. She was not allowed to touch him during the act or speak to him unless spoken to. He delighted in that too, for he believed that was where mortals like her belonged. Silent and by the feet of their betters.

A few more moments were all it took. "Fuck," Nuada muttered while his cock throbbed and twitched and a warm torrent of his spend spilled onto y/n's tongue. He pressed himself hard against her lips while still riding the high of his orgasm, groaning one last time before finally pulling his cock out of her mouth. The prince ran a thumb over the servant girl's lips, pleased to find them glistening and swollen as always.

"Swallow," he commanded, and brushed a thumb over her tears. He brought it to his mouth, as if to savor the taste. "Swallow my spend like the good whore that you are."

Y/n obeyed, trying not wrinkle her face when the salty essence of him washed down her throat. She knew Nuada would not let her leave until she had swallowed every last drop. Nuada grunted in approval when she opened her mouth and he found it empty. He lifted y/n to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers digging into her skin. When he pulled away his eyes glinted in savage triumph.

"Get dressed, and then get out," he said without even looking at her. "I have had my fill of you this night."

Y/n gathered her clothes. Her fingers trembled, as if they had all turned to thumbs. She fumbled with the lacing on her dress, the ties of her neat little apron. She glanced at him. Many a turn of the moon had come and gone since their first coupling, and the prince could not bring himself to even pretend to show her a shred of kindness and respect. Y/n sniffled and looked away.

Nuada made a sound of disgust. "Spare me the sad little doe eyes. I will not fall for it. Now get out and get one of the others to draw me a bath."

Y/n slipped into her shoes and fled into the cold and empty darkness, finding it a welcome relief to the prince's company.

#Dark! Nuada #Prince Nuada #Nuada #nuada x reader #prince nuada x reader #nuada imagine #nuada smut #Hellboy #hellboy imagine #hellboy x reader #fanfiction #Writeblr #Dark! Nuada x Reader #Dark! Nuada imagine #Angst #💫a world of whimsy writes #💫whimsy's plot bunnies

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first-edition · 5 months

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Welcome to this year 2023 Smutmas!!!! Im currently working on as many works as i can but here the teaser for all of you since I started late lol. If you want to be added to the tags list please leave a dm or message me!! Thank you

DAY 1: Present (modern!Sandor Clegane x wife!reader)

DAY 2: Three Wise Men (Jake x Steven x Marc X reader)

DAY 3: Gingerbread (Steven Grant x baker!reader)

DAY 4: Toys (Bucky Barnes x reader)

DAY 5: Santa Baby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Day 6: OH! Holy Night (Matthew Murdock x Virgin! Reader)

DAY 7: Gold (Spencer Reid x reader)

DAY 8: Frankincense (Geralt of Rivia x reader)

DAY 9: Myrrh (Hellboy x “monster”!reader)

DAY 10: Mistletoe (Arron Hotchner x Reader)

DAY 11: Peppermint (Sandor Clegane x Princess! Reader)

DAY 12: Sugar Plum Fairy (Henry cavil x Ballerina! Reader)

#2023smut-mas #12 days of smutmas #Smut #Smutmas #2023 season's greetings #JelsaSnowflakes 2023 Smutmas #henry cavil x reader #james bucky barnes #hellboy x reader #arron hotchner #matt murdock x reader smut #steven grant x reader smut #marc spector #jake lockely x reader #sandor clegane smut

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scholastic-dragon · 4 months

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John T. Myers

Dating John Headcannons

#hellboy #hellboy 2004 #hellboy x reader #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy imagine #hellboy oneshot #hellboy smut #john myers #john myers x reader #john myers smut #john myers oneshot #it is my works

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vanquishedjelly · 1 year

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Mission Accomplished

HellBoy x Reader

Summary- You and HellBoy have been flirting back and forth. Waiting for each other to make a move. Battling to see who will react first. What will happen when you take the flirting up a notch?

A/N- I love the thought of how flirty HellBoy is, and I love the thought of someone else flirting just as much with him (if not more) and so my imagination took hold. Enjoy!

It's been a few years since I've joined B.P.R.D. When I was asked to join I didn't think I would be of much use. I only have Intention/Emotion Sense, both of which I couldn't see being useful on missions, but nevertheless they ushered me to join and I am so glad they did. When I first met Abraham and HellBoy I was blown away by their abilities (and their looks, not gonna lie). Almost feeling slightly lesser than, but Abe was the first to speak up and quickly dismissed those thoughts (which is how i found out he could read minds… crazy, right?) HellBoy on the other hand was kind of stand off-ish?.. is the only way I can put it. His Emotion showed neutrual- no like nor dislike- like he didn't expect me to be around for very long, so he didn't really see the need in putting much time in friendly conversation. Understandable. The first few months it was just me and Abe, goofing about. Normally talking about the books in the library, the missions he and HellBoy has been on- which HellBoy made sure to chime in every now and then to add small details in the stories as he could. Or just chilling- Abe in his tank munching on his god awful smelly eggs and me sitting in the big chair in the library with my phone talking about whatever crossed our minds. Slowly but surely HellBoy started sitting down with us in the library, speaking up a lot more about stories, or even asking my thoughts on random things. I was curious and I felt his intentions, wholeheartedly friendly and emotions were slightly nervous at times, so I opened up to his interactions quickly. After that, me and him talked damn near on a daily basis. Finding out how much of a flirt he was and how much of a goofball he was, was a rollercoaster to say the least- especially on my first mission. Oh lord… You should've seen his face when I started flirting back just as much. I didn't even need to sense to see how surprised he was.

_ "Hey, (y/n), you still with us?" I quickly look up from my forgotten book, staring wide eyed at HellBoy, who was leaning against the door frame. It wasn't hard to sense that his intention was to find me. "Ok, I gotta know what you're thinkin' bout to get that look on your face." He says, his laughter showing through his tone. I tilt my head, "I had a look on my face?" He nods, "yeah, smilin' from ear to ear," he motions his finger towards my face, "and with that far away look, i know it wasn't because of what you're reading." I laugh and shrug slightly, "didn't know i was so easy to read." I sigh, the same reminiscing smile reappears on my face, "just remembering my first few months here." I close the book in my lap and set it aside as HellBoy walks further into the library, almost towering over me. "yeah, I remember the look you gave me when i walked into the room." He says, "the way I saw your pupils dilate." He whistles in emphasis, " I just know you was marveling in how hot i was." I huff out a laugh. "Oh, ab-so-lutley!" staring up at him, "I was so hot and bothered i didn't know what to do with myself." i half joke, fanning myself. He lets out a hearty laugh. "so, you've found me, what'd you need?" I ask "Manning has another" he makes air quotations, " 'Gas leak' for us to fix before it gets too outta hand." I nod, "He needs all of us in the meeting room in 30 minutes to talk about the details." I stand up, "alright, gives me the perfect amount of time to take a shower and get ready." I say absentmindedly walking towards the door with him in tow. "without me?" he says, I can hear his grin in his voice. "yes, without you." I whip around, halting him in his tracks. I run my hands up and down his chest in sensual motions "baby I'd take my time with you, so I don't think we'd make it to the meeting." I smirk. I can basically see the wheels turning in his head, imagining all the things that would entail that moment. "Is that a promise?" He says, his voice in between a whisper and a growl. I can physically feel his arousal build. "Maybe." I smile. He takes a quick intake of breath. 'gotcha' I think to myself. "but," I say, slightly pulling away, "I don't wanna hear Mannings' bitching about us running late." He growls. He raises his hands, about to wrap his arms around my waist, but I whip around and start walking away before he can. I smile to myself as I can feel how frustrated he is.

Mission accomplished.

#HellBoy #Hell Boy #Hellboy x reader #Hellboy x GN!Reader #Hell boy x reader #abraham sapien #GN!reader #almost smut #smut #David Harbour #B.P.R.D.#i need someone to give me more stories prompts

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gooddelice · 7 months

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#exophilia #hellboy #monster fuqqer #monster smut #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monster lover #touch

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rebornologist · 1 year

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omg ghostie (can i call you that I'm sorry if not--) but for the NSFW asks: 🛌 with abe pls i need more abe content 🤲

-ramey

UM YES LOVE I'm here for abe anytime!! You can 1000% call me ghostie ! hehe :)

warnings: 18+ utc duh!! exo/monsterfuckin hehe, nothing else. he's a softie and we love on him softly..

♡ soft sex HCs w/ Abe Sapien ₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

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I think he’s always a fan of soft sex because his brain is huge and his heart is even more humungous!! His dick? Hung.--I mean what?!

He’s so so so sensitive and always so sweet and receptive to a lover’s touches! His hands are everything and if you so much as hold his hand and rub your thumb over the back or trace your fingers gently over his textured palms while your mind wanders into sexier territory, you’ll get the most dramatic reaction from him.. ;)

He’ll gasp and a ragged oh will slip from his lips as his breathing picks up and his limbs involuntarily tense and flex in anticipation. He has no reason to be surprised that you find him irresistible, but it’s always such a cute reaction every time.

SO YEAH 9.5 times out of 10 he cannot resist your siren call >:) you being horny instantly works him up and the blood rushes out of his deliciously wrinkled sexy brain and straight to his nether regions.

If you run hot, the temperature differential between y’all always gives you gooseflesh, and Abe absolutely revels in the feeling of your skin under his soft touch. He is warmed up by you soon enough. You bask in the way he takes his time kissing every inch of your gorgeous vessel.

You also often want him to really feel the love, and that means climbing up on top of him and grinding down over his hips until his thighs are drenched with your combined fluids, the whole time trailing wet open-mouthed kisses over his smooth flesh. With each nip and lick of his skin, he knows exactly how you feel and what your thoughts are, and it is not long until he’s whimpering and begging for you to give it all to him. And you give him just that. You can’t quite interlock your fingers, but he loves holding your hands while you ride him, knowing just how full your heart is and how hot the fire in you burns for him. No matter how soft and sweet the mood is, it’s always very intense from the sheer need for one another. Abe feels emotions quite intensely, so it’s not often for him to just have casual quickies because it takes him some time to re-equilibrate himself.

You almost love it even more when he holds your hand when he’s situated right between your wonderful thighs and licking and sucking at your wet heat like a form of worship, his other hand either gripping your thigh or dipping into you to rub at your sweet spots. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and work you with his mouth to bring you to completion over and over, until you whine sweetly and urge him to crawl up and wrap his arms around you so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He is so the type to hold you and whisper quiet praises and silly little nerd facts into your ear while he lovingly runs his hands through your hair or over your warm skin until you doze off, because he wants nothing more than to keep you safe in his arms.

If you’re a morning person, he’s usually up before you and enjoys peppering your face with kisses until you stir from your slumber. You take that opportunity to roll over him and run your hands all over him, swallowing all of his soft moans with your plush lips, nonverbally expressing just what you’re in the mood for this morning. He heads off to work with a grin that he absolutely cannot shake, set for a good day.

thank you for the ask my love!! I rly rlyyyy need to get into the abe comics bc he is so.. spicy in it.. and movies abe is rly a softie through and through hehe

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