Okay but like #19 said by female reader to Hellboy because Hellboy really do need some love 😫😫
YOU BET YOUR BOOTS FRIEND
He deserved that and a heck ton more!
Rated Tame (honestly the flow took me to this but if you want a more smutty one pls feel free to send another prompt!)
Your friends have always said that your eyes betray you. That you speak volumes with just the way you look at somebody.
So it was at the forefront of your mind almost any time you looked at somebody or something with just a faint little amount of interest. That they could tell what exactly your mind was thinking.
Faint little amount, you could bitterly laugh.
Working at the B.P.R.D had landed you in one of these moments. Because the very second you saw Hellboy, there was something of a feral scream in your head. Not of fear, no, but of instant attraction. It didn’t help that he was half naked on a daily basis. Sometimes covered in battle wounds, sometimes covered in blood and sweat...
You stopped in your tracks, an agent muttering something about almost spilling their coffee. The mission briefing in your hands wasn’t looking exactly nicely printed anymore. Your current task was to find Hellboy in the workout room and just hand him this. A simple rudimentary task, mostly your job since you weren’t yet a field agent.
As you approached the weights room you swallowed and took a few deep breaths. Don’t make it obvious, just don’t make it obvious. Knocking before stepping in you were met with the sounds of heavy music. This particular workout room was reserved for him, the amounts of weight in most of these barbels and plates were insane, nothing a normal human could handle. Hellboy could be found between here and his room unless he was out saving the world. He was on a bench, lifting dumbbells.
Oh fuck.
You bit the inside of your cheek and prayed, prayed that your eyes wouldn’t betray you. He saw you through the floor length mirror, setting down his weights he dug his phone out of the pocket of his sweats and lowered the volume.
“Sorry to interrupt but I have your latest assignment” Well that came out very professional, just as rehearsed.
Then he stood up and you felt your brain liquify. He was a little sweaty, maybe his workout had started just some time ago, he wiped the excess with a towel. When he walked towards you, all rippling muscles and enticing red flesh, your brain albeit liquify was basically one eternal scream.
“What they got me doing? It better not be a wendigo, hate those nasty fucks” Standing before you, you had a moment where your illogical self said ‘fuck it’ and just ate up the sight of him. Handing him the papers, he set up reading the mission brief with a frown.
Meanwhile you had abandoned your own commands and had just gone to town with admiring every inch of him.
His biceps, his hands, his chest, his jaw...
“Serbia and vampires, well this should be fun” He sighed, already dreading the sharp claws that would naturally find their way onto his flesh. Turning the papers over his gaze fell on you.
Hellboy raised a brow ridge.
This pint sized girl was, well mesmerized to put it simply. He was used to people being scared or at the very least put off by his presence.
But you?
With the way he saw your eyes travel across his body he could almost swear you were... checking him out?
“You alright there?” He asked with a small smirk.
You snapped out of your fantasy (and boy was it the good one) and looked up at him. The proverbial hand in the cookie jar and great now your face was as red as his skin.
“Um, yeah, yeah” You nodded, embarrassment spread through your body. Rubbing the back of your very heated neck, your tempting gaze found his own. Hellboy was curious, apprehensive but intrigued.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He crossed his arms, that stone limb making you twitch and this stance only made his chest all the more pronounced.
God, fuck it, what did you have to loose aside from your dignity and maybe having to switch jobs for never being able to live it down.
"I'm sorry I keep staring, but you're really the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I don't know what to do about it." Your words tumbled out and it hit you that this was you quite literally shooting your shot.
Hellboy let that information bounce in his brain. Aside from the swell of pride and the fact that some gorgeous girl had just spilled their guts to him like that, he really wished he wasn’t going to Serbia for a few months. Oh what the hell, he was never one to deny a nice game of flirting.
“I bet you tell that to all the guys you meet” He laughed a little, that made you feel like there was even ground again. You shook your head with an embarrassed smile.
“Trust me none of the guys I’ve talked to look like... this” You motioned to all of him, a slight bite to your lower lip. Hellboy really never expected this from you, some mythical goddess who wanted to use him to destroy the world? Yes. A really sweet, mild mannered and perfect lips broad? No.
He quite liked it.
“I know you’re gonna be stationed in Serbia for a few months...” Your heart felt like it would jackhammer out of your chest, the suggestion threatening to slip from your lips would be the cause of your heart attack. This was too brash! Certainly he would take offense at the very least. But dammit, you were here already and you had been fawning over him for months now. “Do you maybe want to come by my room tonight?” You had enough bravery to look up at him and there was something rather delighting in his startled golden gaze.
Did you just subtly ask him to hook up?
Hellboy felt his own reserve enter ‘Fuck it’ mode.
“Sure, I’d like that” He answered.
Yup you just asked him to hook up.