Hey there! Can I get either Donnie or Hellboy with The “I thought I lost you? kiss?
Going with my mans big red for this one
Rated everyone
Hellboy’s eyes frantically searched out home base.
Today’s mission had gone sideways to put it simply. Multiple agents had been hurt and even killed. The squad had been divided up in 3 teams and currently all he saw what was team 2.
You were on team 1 whilst he had been forced on tema 3. You had waved him off, assuring him you were a big girl who could handle herself.
That had been hours ago and communication had been lost with team 1.
Hellboy stopped any official and asked where you and your team were last reported to be, nobody could give him a straight answer. He was about to throttle so newbie kid with a table and a headset when he heard the sound of a truck.
The black truck made a stop at the make shift base/camp that had been set up in the woods. He rushed, watching as two agents scurried out from the back with another member of theirs missing a leg. The medics quickly took him away, why weren’t you out of the truck? Hellboy swallowed, his gut dropping.
The engine to the truck shut off as the driver got out, also looking worse for wear.
God this couldn’t be happening.
Finally you were out, cuts and scrapes scattered but mostly unscathed.
“Fucking hell” He sighed out, making his way towards you he scooped you up in his arms and planted his lips on yours. He didn’t care if everyone and their mother could see the two of you. Every horrifying scenario had played in his mind and yet here you were, warm and real in his arms and lips equally elated to be against yours.
“I thought I almost lost you” He muttered against your cheek, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you shook your head. “No baby, I’m here, I’m alright”
He held you like that, the two of you a mess but deeply relieved.
Heyyoo!! We probably have met before in the comment sections😂 i never knew its youu!!! May i too req some??👉👈🥺. I just watched hellboy last night and im swooon🥴. May i have some hellboy reader smut? You can pour the WHOLE smut juice on this🤪🥴
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Rated Explicit (18+)
For the longest time you were aware how dangerous this job could be.
Fighting monsters wasn’t just a moniker placed below the B.P.R.D to state the obvious. Close calls were always going to hang over your head.
They would hang over Hellboy’s head as well.
So when that close call comes in the shape of a nest of vampires that quite literally almost ate you alive, the adrenaline spikes in your body.
He took care of them naturally with you yourself doing your best to make sure he lives through it. The craziness and chaos leaves every nerve ending of you and Hellboy’s bodies vibrating for what seems forever.
So it doesn’t surprise you when you both get back to the rented out house turned HQ in Serbia and basically jump Hellboy. The tensions always been there, the looks have been looked and the small brushes of flesh have been brushed. Hellboy holds you close, muck and blood still evident in the two of you but ignored in favor for a heated kiss.
Your body feels like a live wire left on a puddle. Every dip and turn of Hellboy’s mouth on yours zapping away the memories of almost perishing alongside with him. The hallway to the bedroom is deprived of life but the two of you aren’t going to make it there. Your chest rises and falls as you un loop your belt and the clatter of weapons fall on the wood floor. You leave Hellboy’s mouth with a hard suck on his bottom lip and walk backwards discarding clothing.
Your jacket falls with a loud thud, blood splatter and dirt, your jeans come off in desperate kicks and something primal is seen in Hellboy’s gaze as he stalks you. His own large coat left behind, his own belt falling, the unbuttoning and zip of his pants. You connect with a wall and you gasp when he rushes towards you and traps you.
The desire lingers with the grime and dirt, there’s a cut on his shoulder, there’s bruises on your knees.
The two of you could care less.
It’s going to be dirty and hard and needy because that’s how you both feel. The rush of endorphins from a fight, the lust for life at surviving. You let him hook his fingers at the waistband of your underwear, the scrape of his stone thumb contrasting with his more human like hand. He slides the garment inch by frustrating inch.
Hellboy’s golden eyes never leave yours. A breath you weren’t aware you held escapes you when he presses his forehead to yours.
“I want you, I fucking want you right now” It’s husky, against your lips and god you’re obscenely wet already just from it.
“Fuck me, please” You press your groin against his and the outline of his cock makes your mouth water.
Hellboy swiftly picks you up by the waist with his stone hand and keeps you pressed against that very wall. He sneaks a hand down inbetween the two of you to pull out his hard cock. “Slow, ok? Gonna go slow for you” He mutters against your lips as he sinks into you. The pressure alone robs you of your breath briefly, your eyes squeeze tight and your body tries not to tense up for him. He slides inch by fucking inch and you’re gone.
Your arms wrap around his neck once he’s bottomed out inside of you and it destroys you when he sighs in absolute relief. “God, baby” He growls and thrusts up causing you to yelp and roll your eyes back into your skull.
He’s going to fuck every notion and concept of understanding from you. Hellboy groans, every smack of your back against the wall caused by his movements. He feels territorial, he wants to lay claim to you, so he fucks you deeply and with purpose. The anger leaves a delicious burn and every upward thrust is felt.
“Of fuck, red! Shit-please!” You moan against his ear, you brain feels lightheaded. A rush that makes you bite down on his neck and in turn makes Hellboy’s hips stutter. Time either stops or acelarates but it’s a limbo you welcome to float in so long as he continues to drive into you like it’s the end of the world.
You throw your head back when he hits your g spot and it’s lights out. Your brain turns off and you let your body go and take you where it wants to be taken. Hellboy drives harder, his eyes bewitched by your intoxicated display. “Come on baby, for me, do it for me” Each word is annunciated by his thrust and how can you say no?
Cumin with his cock deeply buried inside of you, a shudder and tightening that enhances and prolongs it. Drunk, drunk is the only way to explain the feeling. You go so rigid and impossibly tight that you milk him for everything he’s worth. Hellboy groans, face buried in your neck, hands tight on you.
The last you remember is the two of you breathing so very hard.
