NSFW hellboy x fem!reader req for @optimusxwbu ’s bsf!! i’m so sorry it took me so long and that it’s short, i’ve got a longer one in the works >:p enjoy!!!
“Mmm, you know just how to makeup for somethin’, sweetheart.”
It’s been two hours since either you or Hellboy has been seen by any other BPRD staff. Good agents assume you’re both working on the recent cases in Romania—vampires running an old monastary into the ground.
The only work that’s happening is Red holding your asscheeks while he manually forces you up and down his dick like a cock-drunk whore in the corridor of that same monastery. The sky darkens, fog moving in and coating the village the B.P.R.D are staying in. Red and you both though solo-investigating would be a nice change of pace without Dr. Manning keeping a hawks watch over you and Red.
“God, yes! Whatever you want!” You moan out, rocking your hips in his hand while you lean your head on the Right Hand of Doom. It’s massive in size, stone fingers splay themselves on the wall, palm pressed firm. Stone against stone, a weapon. Yet it’s being used to hold you two up just so he can pummel his dick into you without a care in the world.
“It is whatever I want, tootse.” He replies. The world spins for a minute, and you’re placed back on your feet, spun around and face first against the coarse wall.
His right hand flattens itself on your shoulder blades, pressing down on you to keep you still. Your breathing hitches, confused as to why you’re not full anymore. Your head turns slightly, eyes halfway catching the peak of manhood behind you. Shirt half-open, biceps highlighted like a Greek God, eyes that could pierce the very atoms of your soul—and here you are, at the altar of him in all his glory. He leans in closer, leaving you breathless. Your eyes fluter shut, facing the wall again to brace for whatever he’s planning.
“You were reckless earlier—could’ve gotten hurt,” his voice almost cracks. The air leaves his lungs finishing that sentence, almost like the very idea of you being hurt would bring him to his knees and find a God that he hasn’t met or seen in his entire life. “You went ahead without me and got ambushed because of it.” His voice is low, his head dipped next to yours. His words reverberate in your ears, rich honey dripping behind his words. His normal hand rubs along your hip, fingers grazing your skin. “I was fine! I handled it just fine—“ you quip.
Crack!
His hand had left a decent red mark on your asscheek, your breath shuddering after contact. “Fuck—“ you gasp, hips rocking to rub your thighs together. Red notices, taking his hand and smacking your ass again. You bite back a moan, tossing your head back in pleasure. He wants to make you realize that you fucked up. You worried him. You could’ve been hurt, and he can’t live with that. His breathing deepens, soaking in the sight before him. Back arched, sweat beading down your temples, ass red from his hand. “God, Red, I’m sorry.” You whine out, hip pressing back to feed into his touch.
“No ugly bastard is worth it if there’s no home to go back to.” He shakes his head, shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Breathing in your scent, trailing kisses where your neck meets your shoulders. Your eyes widen, the realization hitting you like a bullet. His right hand moves from your back, letting you off the wall. You flip around, rushing him like a hungry vampire who missed her meal. Your lips crash, your hands gripping both sides of his head. You run your fingers through his side-burns, suavely wrapping your arms around his neck to get him closer. Like a moth to a flame, Hellboy lowers himself to snatch you in his big arms.
Hellboy sighs contently while he continues bouncing you up and down; your back’s pressed firmly against a stone wall, your legs wrap themselves tightly around his waist. Sweat beads down your forehead, your legs sore from the position. Yet, you absolutely love getting used like his fuck-toy. His human hand gropes your ass, fingers flexing and digging into your skin. A reminder, a promise.
“You gonna go back out there by yourself, huh?” He asks, balls-deep inside your pussy. Your eyes roll, biting your lower lip. “God, fuck no, no I won’t!” you cry out, head laid back against the wall while you take the fucking of your life. Big Red smiles to himself, admiring the fucked out look you’re sporting. Each thrust sends a shockwave to your core, his cock perfectly sized to rub against that sweet fuckin’ spot inside you. All eight inches engulfed inside of you, squelching the wetness from you like a squishy toy soaked in water. He pushes in, pulls out slowly and makes you wait a second before diving back in. Each inch disappearing inside of your pussy like it was made for it. He never gets tired of this, feeling your walls gush and tighten around him. It’s a warm welcome home after being out all day, saving the world.
Your hands dig into his shoulder blades, pulling at his rough skin like there’s no tomorrow. Not that he ever minds. Your nail marks are badges of honor to him, it reminds him he still dick slings like a God. “Just like that!” and “Please, don’t stop!” pour from your lips like honey in whiskey. Your eyes roll, your stomach winding in knots. Molten, hot lava gushes in your veins as he continues his ruthless pace inside of you. “Fuck, Red, I’m gonna cum—“ you whine. Your legs start to shake around his waist, hips frantic to find purchase against his pelvis.
“Oh, yeah? C’mon, cum on my cock, pretty girl.” is the last thing you needed to send you over the edge. Wrangled hair presses against the wall, while moans and prayers spill from your lips begging a God for more to satiate your needs. His hips continue their movement, keeping you stimulated and prepped for more.
⛥ shattered glass!Optimus Prime x fem!cybertronian!reader
cw: 18+ content, MDNI. pure, filthy smut. rough rough, so be warned. a/n: oops i felt a tear go down my leg. ENJOYYY
“No more!” You cried, your legs shaking upright. His rough servos don’t help, his fingertips searing into your form. He’s gripped your hips in a snare, keeping your legs airborne while you just watch his hips pump his spike in and out of you.
He halts his thrusts, leaning over you and tipping his helm down. “No more?” He sneers.
His left servo leaves your hip, coming up your body to forcefully grip your jaw.
“I am your Master. I say how long,” You feel his hips pull back, before slamming back into you in one smooth movement, “how hard,” He snaps his hips again, “and how much you take.”
You cry out at his treatment, loving the feeling of your pussy being abused by his fat spike. Nothing in the world could pull you from this moment, just taking everything your lover delivers to your core.
He leans back again, servo leaving your jaw and throat barren. You perk your hips up, wanting more friction at this angle. He always hits that good spot inside of you, no matter how rough he was that day.
“I’m sorry, please, please,” You start to beg. It’s this stupid game of cat and mouse you play. He snatched you from your assigned post, took you to his castle, forcibly upgraded your armor to be the perfect match to his. He has paraded you around as his “Royal Consort.”. You didn’t even know that was still something Cybertronians observed anymore.
Optimus’ optics narrow, seeing your reaction change. He hums, shaking his helm. “You can’t take anymore? After all the training I have put you through.” He sighs, and grabs hold of your hips again.
“Just more of a reason to keep reminding you,” He begins thrusting languidly, “that you can take me, despite your protest. You see how perfect you are for me?” He frees a servo to point out where you two meet: his interface panel completely flush with yours.
You choke back a moan, trying to turn your gaze from where you connect with the tyrant. You hear a growl, before a large purple servo snags your jaw again, ripping you away from your isolation.
Desperate optics meet deep crimson ones. His servo lifts slightly before swatting your cheek. He chuckles when you moan, and continues his paced thrusts. Each continuing to rub just the right spots inside of you.
You bite your lower lip and tilt your helm back. His optics narrow again, engine growling lowly while he pumps in and out of you.
The squelching of his spike pumping into your swollen pussy has you twitching, but you don’t want to let him know just how good he makes you feel.
“Whether you like it or not, you’re mine now.”
His free servo winds back slightly before cracking across your cheek and grabbing your jaw again to force you to look at him.
“That’s the third time I’ve had to correct your behavior.” He says. His hips retract, leaving you empty and gushing juices down your thighs. his frame adjusts to stand back up before returning to you.
A servo snatches your ankle, yanking you down the berth and to the edge. His arms make quick work to move you, tossing you face first into your shared bed. with your backside exposed, Optimus wastes no time to correct you properly.
You hear him move to your side, no longer behind you directly. One servo slides from your upper back, smoothing down your curves and finally meeting your arch. He’s quick, using his other servo to slap your ass and run his palm over the abused spot. You can’t do anything but take it and moan, letting him maneuver and use you as he pleases.
Fire runs through your stomach after he spanks you, causing that sweet sweet nectar he loves to flow freely between your thighs. You already had some smeared across your cheeks when he left you, now you feel covered in mutual amounts of transfluid. You whine, you groan, you wriggle a much as you feasibly can, but with one servo holding your back down and the other tormenting you? What were you to do?
He stops for a moment, before humming softly. “Pet?”
“Mmn?” You answer.
“From now on, count. If you miscount, we restart. Is that clear?”
cw: 18+. minors do not interact. a/n: girlies, it’s daddy OP time, ya girl needs some comfort and i do mean cUmfort. enjoy! also, let’s just pretend we’re super-humans who aren’t feeble and able to take some robo-cock! inspo from @optimusxwbu!
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Optimus didn’t think twice when you’d asked to accompany him to his bridgewatch duty. He hasn’t been able to recharge the past few nights, leaving you also lying awake with him, and finding new ways to pass the time.
“Be careful, do not injure yourself on this. I already do not trust this idea.” He’d begrudgingly propped you up on the control panel to allow him to get settled into his seat.
“I’ll be fine I’m just looking at the—"
You finally look out into the vastness of space.
Your breathing stalls, getting caught in your throat. There’s glimmers in the sky—almost glimmering just for you. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even see any of this. There’d be no stars, no gazing, no mechanical lover to show you the beauty and hauntingness of the universe.
“Breathe, it is a sight to behold,” he murmurs, his voice drips warm honey into your ear. It melts you, causing a quick exhale before you breathe harder. “but so are you.”
His helm is dangerously close to the side of your head, you can hear each mechanism inside of him working to operate, vent fans whirring, gears clicking into place. “You are everything, compared to this.” His optics gaze across your hair, your jawline, your shoulders.
You shudder, tilting your head. You hope and hope he’ll attack your neck, smother it with his battle mask and murmur harsh nothings in your ear.
“Come here, little thing.”
His servos reach forward to pull you around like a little doll for his use. His digits make quick work to grab you gently and carry you to his chair. He props you facing forward, quickly ridding you of your robe.
You gasp at the cold air nipping at your chest. Goosebumps trail across your skin where the cold finally touches you. You bite your lip, anticipating something to come. But nothing does.
There’s an emptiness behind you. In the split second you turn around, you're witnessing his figure changing before you. Mass displacement is always such an odd thing to know, but seeing it? It’s a marvel every time. Gears grinding, wires shifting, metal clicking into place. He becomes half his normal size, standing at 9ft.
Wide eyed and salivating, your turn upward at him, trying to initiate a kiss. His helm leans down, mask retracting only for you. Your lips meet, and the galaxy is good again.
He pulls away first, gazing at you softly. “Dearest…just know, I love you eternally,” he leans in, “because I am about to fuck you like I don’t.”
With that, Optimus Prime moves you like a ragdoll with nothing to lose. You’re thrown in front of the chair, spun around and bent over.
You let out a yelp, quickly looking over your shoulder to nod, signaling that you’re okay. Primus knows he would’ve stopped if you hadn’t. He hums at your nod, continuing his posing of you. His servos find your hips, making quick to rid you of any undergarments. “Hmmm. No panties?” He quips.
Crack! He strikes your right ass cheek, the sting causing hot tears to prick in the corner of your eyes.
“I was hoping for something later, I wasn’t expecting it now!” You don’t want to openly admit it, but yes, you didn’t wear any. You didn’t care, you had a robe with you. It made perfect sense to you, at least. Your thighs rub together, you can feel just the littlest bit of slick sliding in between them.
“No panties, we could have been caught. What if someone walked in?” He snaps. You whine, dipping your head into your arms. “I’m sorry, I just missed you-“
He grunts, his thumb digits rubbing circles into the smoothness of your hips. He never cared for protoforms or any weird things Rodimus might find across the World Wide Web, he’s only cared for your skin. Your warmth. Only your pussy could satiate him.
“My love, I cannot resist you.” He says, pressing his panel against your ass. You can just feel the slightest bit of transfluid leaking from his tip through the seams in his armor. All it does is turn you on more. Knees feel like buckling, but you pull through just in time for his pede to come in between your ankles and motions your feet apart.
Like he’s prepping his own personal glory hole. Which, you are, and you both know it. All those nights spent fucking in his habsuite when he should’ve been going over reports and data records? Your wet pussy keeping him awake late at night, milking his fat spike for everything he had.
Not many can say that they’ve gone one for one with the Optimus Prime, but your pussy is the one thing that could keep him occupied far longer than Megatron could fight him for.
Moaning, you press against his panel. You’re panting like a bitch in heat, waving your hips lazily against him. “C’mon, fuck me, please,” you beg. He chuckles, and you hear that sweet, sweet sound of his panel retracting. You wriggle your hips quicker against him as you feel his spike pressurize between your cheeks. Its girth is the first thing you’ve always noticed, just the sheer weight of him against you.
He groans while his spike does its work, rocking his hips back and forth against your ass cheeks. His servos tighten on your hips, firmly holding you in place. You try to wriggle against him, to get any kind of friction to your core.
“Filthy little thing aren't you?” He rasps. His voice drops, the baritone mixing with that sultry tone he’s dropping so casually.
His hips pull back, pushing that gushing tip against your hot folds. Your body is on fire, electricity is shooting in your veins for what’s to come. You moan out for him, arching your back to angle your hips up for him. All for him, isn’t it?
Optimus lets out a groan as he adjusts to prepare himself, as he does his left servo trails down the backs of your thighs and up, finding that small little area between your folds. His digits make work of your clit, circling slowly before dipping his middle digit into your sopping hole. He rumbles lowly, huffing: “All of this for me. So, so, wet, Starlight.”
Oh, stars, you were done for. Your eyes roll slightly, mouth agape, panting and heaving while you just take what he dishes. Digit pumping in the softness of your hole, soft but quick. He always hits that perfect gushy spot inside of you that makes you see galaxies behind your eyes. Optimus can’t help but marvel at your face; hair tossed and messy, eyes screwed shut, panting his name out for anyone listening. It lights you up inside to feel him inside of you, just like he was meant for this.
“A-hah, please,” you whine out. Optimus lets out a breathy laugh, adding his ring digit alongside his middle. You cry, bucking your hips against him, eager for what he’ll give you.
“Please, what?” He prompts. He wants to hear it from your lips. Tell him every scandalous thing you want him to do to you, what tortures and pleasures you want him to inflict upon your glorious body. Let him carry out every single fantasy, your personal Prime of Pleasure.
“Please, please fuck me, I love your fingers so much but I need,” you pant, “I need your spike, I need it inside, I want-“ He cuts you off with a harsh thrust of his digits into your spot, right when you needed it most. You let out a sob, shuddering from the hit.
“Don’t fret, Starlight, everything will be alright.” He soothes.
Optimus takes his free servo and positions his tip lower than your core, still pumping his digits in and out of your tight little hole. You hear his vents kick into a higher gear, trying to cool his systems off. You can’t help but moan and back your hips up into his movements, but Primus he hasn’t even stuck it in you. He slowly removes his digits, pulling his servo closer to his face before retracting his battle mask. Oh my god.
You turn your head slightly to see, as you watch your lover lick his digits clean of your essence. He hums as he licks his digits clean, optics staring dead at you.
“You taste so good,” He sounds so desperate. Optimus Prime has fought in war, taken on Megatron, and the one thing that knocks the wind out of him is the taste of you. He puts his servos flat on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart slightly just to prepare. His left servo drops to push his tip right where it needs to be, mixing his transfluid and your wetness.
In one movement, he slips it in, inch by inch. The stretch is almost unbearable, if you weren’t a slut for his size. You love the stretch, you love the extra prep that comes with it. It blends the pain and pleasure for you, just making you more spike-drunk than anything else. “Oh fuck yes,” you moan. He settles his servos again, tightening his grip on you. “Fuck yes, indeed, Starlight.”
With that, the Prime pulled his hips back, and quickly slammed that monster back into you without a second thought. Each thrust hits that spot inside, his girth being strangled by your hole. He can’t help but moan when you do that, tighten that little hole on him like a vice he can’t escape from. He growls lowly, servo lifting to smack your ass in response. “Do not cum until I say,” he seethes. “Do you understand?”
You don’t respond, just moan at his ministrations. He doesn’t like this. You feel him lean over you, servo moving from your ass to your throat. His digits carefully tighten around your throat to pull your face towards his. Eyes to optics. “Do. You. Understand?” Each word punctuated by a thrust, and you can’t do anything to escape it. “Ohmhhghad, yes! Yes, I un-understand!” You whimper. His optics narrow, digits moving to grip your jaw instead. “Do you? Such a filthy little thing. Fucking on the job, while everyone is asleep. What if someone walked in on this?” His words did nothing but entice you further, your hands trying to grip onto the soft fabric of the chair for support. As if that would stop the former Autobot leader’s spike from pumping in and out of your hole.
He feigns sympathy, noting the pitch in your moans getting higher.
“Close, are we? Are you going to cum on my spike, Starlight?” He coos.
He drops your face, settling his arms on either side of your body. His optics trace up your back, caging you in. You’re consumed by him, and he’s consumed by you.
Now, you’re just his spikesleeve. Nothing but his to use, whenever he wants. That’s all you wanted, isn’t it? It could be when he’s addressing important people, maybe he needs his steam cooled off before he does that. It’d be nice to have a personal cocksleeve.
“You just love this, me using you? Hmm? This is what you wanted? No no, what did you say? You needed this?” He mocks. God he drives you insane. It only drives you closer and closer to your peak. You feel his thrusts getting harder, wanton and directionless. He needs you, and you need him. Your moans get louder, breathier, until you’re reduced to panting and whimpering into your own hand.
The sight drives Optimus mad, your noises drive him insane. You are madness incarnate to him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. His hips stutter, delivering just the last few harsh thrusts before he fills you so so so full of his pink transfluid. Simultaneously, your pussy seizes around him, molten hot electricity filling your veins and lungs, your legs locking in place while you ride out your high on his spike.
Optimus stays, softly pumping while you’re coming down.
A/N: a little drabble of some time with the fearless leader <33
optimus’ swollen spike presses further into your heat, his servos gripping your thighs to angle himself further.
“refrain from raising your voice,” his helm ducks into your neck, faceplate flush against your sweaty skin. “before i have to use further measures of keeping you quiet.” you moan into the side of your hand, praying he eases up on you. your legs are raw, tired.
he’d been at this for hours, pumping you full with his spike. different positions, speeds, depths, anything just to feel your walls swollen around him. he’d thrown you over him to begin with, sloppily thrusting his hips upwards to find that spot inside you that rubbed his tip just the right way.
“optimus..” you gasp, silently begging for mercy under your mech’s hold. you’re at the edge of your shared berth, legs spread so wide Optimus can fit his hips in just perfectly. he smoothes his servos over the backs of your thighs, seemingly rubbing your aches. “breathe, i will reward you in due time.” his hips draw back as more trans fluid pours from your hole.
his servos pull at your hips, motioning you to lay on your front. head rested comfortably under your pillow, Optimus snags a few of his own and places them under your hips. “optimal posture for this position, and you are in a relaxed pose, yes?”
he’s still caring despite the roughness.
“mmhm, i’m all good big guy,” you hum.
Optimus wastes no time, getting handsy with your hips to pull your ass flush against his open modesty plating.
after all, you can’t appreciate the obscenity of your lover from a distance.
his right servo traces the curve of your back, a gentle reminder that he was here for you. wriggling a little, you feel the weight of his spike underneath you, almost like a silent threat of the impalement that was about to happen. “just please take it easy…” you babble, while Optimus had the time to position himself right against your hole. in one swift movement, he’s seated fully in you.
you let out a cry—as much as you two have fucked, taking the cock of Optimus Prime is still an achievement you win everyday. your stomach feels full, a bulge at the top of your belly button shows you how far your lover goes. “you still take me perfectly every time,” he mumbles into your hair. his hips start to move, pushing all of his fucked out cum back into your gushing pussy.
his mask retracts as he slams into you over and over again, "plap plap plap" being heard resounding within your berth room. his lips find your shoulder plate, derma spreading to let him mark you just as he pleases.
Optimus Prime may be the Autobot leader, but this man knew how to sling the weapon between his legs. each slam of his hips pushes his tip harder and harder into your depths, making you cry out into the pillow for reprieve.
his left servo snaps from your hip to your wrist, snatching both of them into a bind within his hand. his right hand secures your hips against his, while he continues his assault.
“i’m afraid, my dear, you won’t be needing to leave anytime soon.”
my tumblr mutuals will take characters from media that is not very good & construct such rich & intricate inner worlds for them in their posts that i will go wow that sounds so compelling let me go check this out….& then the canon character will be like. relatively boring with very little interiority. but that’s okay because sometimes the real character is the one my tumblr mutuals hallucinated along the way….
It isn’t that he’s stupid — it’s that he’s too optimistic for his own good. Each time he makes a decision, he isn’t making them with JUST his head, he’s making them with his emotions, too. This isn’t the stoic and emotionless Leader from TFP. This is Optimus in his entirety. He’s making his choices on his feelings and his head, though moreso his feelings.
Frodo and Sam also desperately looked for hope when they were strained in Mordor and they barely made stupid mistakes like Mr. Brain Malfunction here. He's just plain stupid. And no, he didn't make any decision with his head.
okay before anyone shoots me, i didn’t ask for the artist muse to gut my skill like a fish and reanimate my urge for oplita art. okay now you can shoot
I feel like some of you guys think "bad art" is like someone gluing rhinestones to a water melon, or a guy who made his own armchair out of Ohio license plates, or a trashy romance novel where someone says "the blue-eyed one kissed the brown-eyed one," when in reality bad art is a 1000000 Billion Dollar movie where none of the workers got paid and every single creative decision was market tested to see how lucrative of a profit it could foreseeably make to wow shareholders.
girlypop, my womanly biology is so ovulation! my female hormones are so baby bunny coquette core. it's very strawberry bow deer lana coded to make so horny when my virgo is in subservience. and what's more moon rising phrenology than that? give peter thiel all your data.
