#hellboy headcanons

[bprdeeznuts]

[sallyfisher1312]

Dating + Random Headcanons

Hellboy x gn!reader

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A/n: I wrote this with 2019 Hellboy in mind, but I think you can read it as del Toro's Hellboy too. Also, I know nothing about the comics, only the movies, so please don't kill me if something is incorrect.

Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, jealousy and existencial crisis, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: ~1.3k.

Dates usually consist of staying in, ordering takeout or pizza and watching tv, maybe playing some video game or listening to Red playing his guitar. But if you ask him, he’ll take you out to somewhere nice, as long as it’s not too crowded, he’d hate to hear his dad complaining about him going out in public.

He likes lots of different games, though his favorites are nostalgic ones or horror and chaotic ones, he’d say his favorite was Doom if it didn’t make him have an existential crisis every time he plays (a guy killing demons, just like him, while he is also a “demon”, messes with him a bit).

In long car rides he puts his playlist on the car’s speakers and looks at you every 5 seconds to see your reaction. If you like his songs, he’ll go full music expert mode and tell you about his favorite artists and concerts. If you don’t like them, he’ll show you different genres to see which one pleases you more. He’s open to hear your music too, and if he ends up not liking it, he’d tolerate them to a point, as long as you’re happy.

For someone with that body, he’s surprisingly lazy. When not on missions and working out, he’s lying on the couch, doing anything that doesn’t require too much effort. When he’s exercising, though? He gives all of him, lifting dumbbells twice your weight on each arm, sweat glistering on his shirtless chest and veins popping with the all the force he’s using. It’s a gorgeous sight, and he’s quite a show-off when working out, so if he catches you staring, he’ll flex in all kinds of poses to your enjoyment.

A little bit jealous when he sees you with agents. He’s not the controlling type, tough, it’s more of a fear that someday you’ll realize who you’re dating and leave him. He’d act all snappy during the whole conversation, well, your conversation, as he’d be quiet the whole time. It’s impossible not to notice, so the best thing would be to take him to a secluded corner and smush him in affection or to give him a kiss right in front the person you’re talking to. Just a quick thing to remind him you’re together because you love him, nobody else.

He sometimes invites friends over to his place, often times to have a jam session or just to relax with video games or sports. He’d love it if you got along with his friends, and would try to make you feel comfortable around them. If for whatever reason one of them made you feel uncomfortable, he’d take that into consideration and avoid bringing them home when you’re there, or even end their relationship, depending on what they did.

If that’s your thing too, he’d love to have jams with just the two of you, even performing some love songs to you, in his own laid-back way. If you mention liking a specific song that he could play on the guitar, he’d learn it and play for you during these moments.

He frequently asks you to google and call people on his phone, as he’s broken it too many times when trying to use it. Speaking of, his phone is quite simple, few apps installed and not much personalization, except for the wallpaper, which he insisted on being a picture of you both. His ringtone is a heavy metal song that always startles everyone around, but he seems used to it by now and refuses to change it.

Sleeps like a rock and snores loud, he can sleep anywhere at any time, he’s basically a nightmare for light sleepers. On the good side, you can do whatever you want to him and he’ll only know when he wakes up a few hours later. He likes having you close when going to bed, which means cuddling is ideal. He’s fine with whatever position, but he specially loves to have your head on his chest and one arm draped over you.

He eats for a whole family. All you can eat restaurants fear him. With reason, that body won’t be maintained with little food. When you two order pizza you better take your slices as soon as it arrives ‘cause he can effortlessly eat it all by himself. It happened once and he felt terrible that he forgot to leave a few slices for you, so he’s more mindful now. Still, you should try to prevent it.

The tail. At the beginning he felt really awkward when you mentioned or even looked at it, but with time he feels more comfortable. When you try to touch it, he playfully smacks your hand with it, giving you a hard time to try and catch it by darting it around, eventually giving up and letting you have it. To be honest he doesn’t care about what you find so endearing about it, as long as you don’t squeeze and do weird stuff with it. When you two are sitting close to each other or on the bed to sleep, his tail wraps itself around your legs. He says it’s unconscious, but you can’t be 100% sure as he often uses it to grab stuff when he can’t reach with his hands.

Like the tail, he’s fine with you touching the rock hand, what he’s not comfortable with, however, is mentioning the horns or hooves. He’d let it brush aside the first times, but once he knows you better and truly trusts you, he asks you to not mention about them, and you don’t need an explanation, having seen the way he looks at them on the bad days.

He likes it when you paint his nails, even if you’ve never done it before and it ends up looking wonky, since he can’t paint them by himself. Something he adores, but is a bit more critical about, is when you play with his hair and beard. Once again, do whatever you want, when it’s just you and him, you can let your imagination run wild and make all types of hairstyles, he’ll even let you take funny pictures of him in pigtails. Just not in public, when going out he asks you to make the classic half bun.

His place has a huge shower, so you can shower together without being cramped. He’s not the most delicate person but he’ll take extra care when washing your body and hair. Speaking of, he won’t ask, but he wants you to wash his hair for him, he’ll lower his head for you with a satisfied grin on his face. He also lets you wash him, if you want, it’s only that he might be a bit too self-conscious, seeing the differences of yours and his body always leaves him thoughtful, so these moments are the few times where it’s all about intimacy and comfort, absent of the usual snarky remarks and playfulness.

He's also super messy. He can’t keep his place tidy to save his life, it’s either that he was too busy away on missions and when he gets back he’s too tired to clean everything up, or that the mess doesn’t bother him too much, so why change it? Needless to say, if you want to be in clean place, you’d either have to do it yourself or annoy him for days until he’s pissed enough to do it.

He's not very creative with pet names, he’d go by the basic “love” or “babe”. Doesn’t mind if you give him interesting pet names, though, he’s more amused than irritated when you call him cheesy in front of other people.

Overall, he’s an amazing person, and an even better boyfriend, just the right amount of sarcasm and tenderness. To most he seems rough around the edges, but with his partner he’d be the best he could, even when sometimes he himself doesn’t believe to be worthy of your love.

Reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated. Let me know if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Thank you for reading! <3

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Dividers by @/enchanthings

[rustridden]

Hellooo hihihi, erm

I feel a bit shy to ask and no worries if you're not interested or you no longer write for this fandom, but I currently have a hellboy fixation and I think a reader that matches Hellboy in strength and size would be cool (Sfw or nsfw is up to you, you choose ^^)

of course :] it's been a while since i've gotten an ask. sorry it took me so long to respond, i did both to make up for it

[ CW ]: 18+ under the cut

SFW :

i think at first he'd honestly just be amazed

its not often he meets someone as strong and big as him that doesn't want to kill him, and you find a sense of quiet comfort around each other from understanding certain things

not fitting into most chairs, clothes never being long or big enough, the staring

he's gotten used to it, but if you have issues with it he just nudges your shoulder and goes "They're just jealous." or something else to make you laugh

likes that he can spar with you and it be evenly matched. it's the first time he doesn't have to watch himself so closely, and the last thing he wants you to do is to hold back

he never thought he'd think of it this way, but he's found a sort of companionship with you over it. he has a hard time feeling 'normal' (can't possibly imagine why) so it's nice to have someone who at least understands a part of him most probably haven't even bothered to consider

feels equal, if that makes sense

NSFW:

will push you to your limits

no ones ever been able to take it. no one. he can't help it that he thinks about it every time he puts his hands on your waist

he gives you an appreciative squeeze, a little harder than he would someone he thought of as a little more fragile

don't get him wrong, he treats you gently, kissing your forehead and encouraging you with sweet names and muffled groans in your shoulder, but you'd be doing him a personal disservice to say he doesn't leave you sore the day after

has had to usually take A LOT more time to get previous partners prepared in the past, so he's well versed in giving head no matter what you're working with

and trust me, he'll sit down there for hours if you let him. if hellboy's anything he's a lazy, messy eater and he's incredibly proud of it

he's also a big fan of you riding him, watching your chest bounce under a haze of thick tobacco smoke while his cigar hangs loosely out of the corner of his mouth

when he finally does bury to the hilt he almost cums right there on the spot which- if you pay attention -you can catch a dark flush over his cheeks and chest that you'd sure would be bright red if he wasn't already

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[the-starry-lycan]

~~~~~Abe Sapien Headcanons~~~~~

Goodness, this man (fish?) is a bit shy! He’s certainly more open around those he knows well, but to get there, one must first get to know him…

This stems from his empathic abilities, as he is able to sense often “too much” about somebody at first. He’ll often put a physical space between himself and others for this reason.

Wants to get to know more people, but he is nervous about making a bad impression because he feels himself to be very awkward.

Tends to ramble on about the things he likes and can end up from one topic to a totally different one in the breadth of a single conversation. Well? Are you paying attention?

His favorite things to do are reading, playing chess, swimming of course, and studying the various artifacts of the BPRD.

He isn’t a fan of big crowds, dry places, felines of any sort, and those who are rude or lie.

His dislike of cats is a point teased by Hellboy, who will purposely bring his kitties to Abe and freak him out.

Abe knows his way around basic medical care, and has read up on various aspects of both human and creature biology! He is often the one who treats the wounds of the battlefield, though more serious ones mean he’ll go to the medbay for help.

His love for eggs is beyond just Century Eggs. He enjoys eggs of all kinds, as well as egg sandwiches too.

Not a fan of sweets because, as he’s part fish, he doesn’t have all that many taste receptors for sweet things and doesn’t find the appeal to them.

[betyloca]

Imagine: Hellboy meeting Ben Daimio's twin sister and that they are different in personality

hellboy: she's your sister

Ben: Yes.

looking at the girl who stared in a television store when a cartoon was playing while she was walking on the street

y/n: look Benito, they are showing adventure time* pointing to the program while smiling*

Ben: Yes, let's go y/n

hellboy: haha Benito told you

[rebornologist]

Relaxing my brain by sharing my dirty nasty Abe thoughts with the class.. nsft utc

When he cums, it’s a lot. Sorry he’s so fecund a fish man I don’t make the rules, he gets embarrassed about it but actually loves seeing it drip out or down your thighs, on your stomach, chest, back, you name it…

This means that it would be an endeavour for even the strongest of soldiers to swallow everything when they go down on him, and he feels a little bad, but he can’t help but be a little indulgent when you’re making him feel so good and he’s mostly shaking and whimpering at the mercy of your tongue and touch.

He’s pretty vanilla but I cannot deny that he’d be down for some light cum play, fingering it out of your holes or licking it up. If you ever hold his wrist and lick yours or his fluids off his fingers while looking him right in the eyes he might just lose it right then and there.

As for the softer side of it um um he’s super diligent about cleaning up after sex and providing aftercare! He loves to rinse off together in the shower and mumble sweet little affirmations right into his love’s ears.

The sound of the running water is the safety net under which he can disclose his deepest confessions.

Thx for indulging pls submit ur deepest darkest dirtiest Abe thots w me anytime xox

if anyone’s wondering where I am. I’m applying for grad school 😵‍💫 rip my digital footprint

[gardens-light]

Hello, could you write to Hellboy and Fem! Reader. Where the reader is a half-demon, controls fire and can fly.And in the story, Red and Readers are sitting on the street and feeding stray cats, and Hellboy says: “You know, you remind me of a cat.” The reader asks why, Hellboy replies that: "You and the cats are the only ones who have shown me so much love and affection." And for such words, he is already lying on the ground, and the reader kisses him.Thank you very much!❤️

Thank you for the request! I always appreciate prompts and any ideas that anyone may have for a fanfic request. Apologies for not getting it it straight away, but alas! Here it is! Hope you enjoy!

As always, please feel free to like, reblog and comment. :)

You can also find this on AO3

Demons and Felines

An autumn breeze swept through the moonlit city, sending chills down the spines of people who walked along the streets. All huddled up in their coats and scarfs, attempting to keep whatever body warmth they had. Only the sounds of rustling leaf's in the wind, and the echoing of car horns broke the midnight silence.

Hidden away in the mazes of back streets and narrow alleyways, an unknown protector of New York sat upon the dimly lit sidewalk.

"Guess what daddy brought." Hellboy's playful tone caught the attention of the stray cats.

Their small meows slightly echoing throughout the empty street, breeds of all kinds greeted him excitedly. Some purring and already weaving in and out of his legs. A small chuckle left him, as he pulled out small plastic dishes, from the inside pocket of his leather trench coat.

"You already know what time it is. And look! I've brought more tonight!"

As he proudly pulled out three tins from his trench coat, Hellboy knelt against the cobbled road. The smell of tuna filled the street, alerting more cats to his whereabouts. He carefully attempted to dish out the tuna evenly across the multiple plates.

"There you go- hey Tabby! Just because there's more food, doesn't mean you can eat more."

Hellboy gently picked up a tabby cat, looking into it's hazel eyes with a soft expression. "You need to share, Tabby. Everyone's just as hungry as you." His tone was gentle, similar to how a parent may address a toddler when correcting their behavior.

Tabby responded with a small meow, the tone a little softer than usual. As though the feline was expressing small amount of guilt, a warm smile came to Hellboy. "It's alright, Tabby. Just remember to share."

After placing Tabby back among with the rest of his litter, Hellboy shuffled away from the stray felines. Giving them room to enjoy their dinner, as he pulled out a cigar from the inside pocket of his coat. Reaching into the swallow pocket of his leather trousers, a small grumble escaped his lips.

"I've found you, Red."

A new but familiar voice filled the air, Hellboy looked up towards the second story balcony. The white glow from the lamp post exposed the feminine silhouette, as they elegantly balanced upon the rusty iron railings of the balcony. His golden eyes met their gentle expression, a small amount of flirtation twinkling within her eyes.

A cheeky grin stretched across his lips, leaning back against his hands as he looked up at the individual.

"I didn't realize we were playing 'Hide n Seek'"

Her laughter was like a melody to Hellboy's ears.

"Imagine the look on Manning's face, when he realizes you're wondering around."

He raised an eyebrow, "are we just discussing his face? Surely, the ass hat would lose his damn mind, when he discovers we're both out."

"Haha. Oh of course..." her eyes watched Hellboy as he patted himself down. "Forgot your mathes again?"

"Yeah..." A cheeky grin came to him, "suppose you wouldn't offer a light?"

A sweet melody of giggles filled the air, as you spread out your demonic wings to their full span. The rigid edges reaching out a mare inches further, than your fingertips. They beated like the wings of an eagle, picking up dust and a slight gust of wind. A breeze blew over Hellboy, as your feet hovered away from the balconies' railings. You elegantly hovered in the air for a brief moment, before slowly gliding towards the ground.

"Show off." Hellboy joked, as your feet touched the cobblestone street. A smile came to your lips, while you gave the cats a brief pat of affection.

"Well one of us need to provide a bit of class and elegance."

"Hey! I can be classy when I want to be."

Another laughter escaped you. Your wings tucking inwards towards your back, just a little, as you knelt against the pavement. With a simple click of your fingers, a small flame danced above your thumb. Although it was no bigger than a flame upon a candle, the warmth it provided was much greater.

Hellboy hovered his cigar close to the flame, allowing the edges to burn slightly before placing it to his lips, and letting out a puff of smoke away from your direction.

"That's a handy trick. Satan was clearly playing favourites when he created you."

You sat beside him, gently waving your hand as the flame upon your thumb blew out. Only leaving a small traces of smoke behind your back.

"Oh I don't think so." You spoke in a flirtatious tone, as your free hand caressed the hard stone of his right arm. "I kinda think he made us equal."

"Coming from a sexy half-breed, who can control fire and can fly." Hellboy scoffed.

You playfully punched his shoulder, "oh please! You rearrange my ovaries, when you make love to me."

The cheeky grin upon his lips grew wider as he blew another puff of smoke. You leaned closer to him, resting your head upon his shoulder, as you both watched the cats eat and play in silence. It was small moments like these that were your favourites, just simple calm moments of peace and quiet. Sure everyone at the Bureau were like family, especially when it came to old man Professor Broom. He welcomed you with open arms and a warm heart. Abe was thrilled to have another 'unique person' on the team.

But nobody bounded with you more than Hellboy. Although your human performic from was outshined by your demonic talents, Hellboy was simply in awe from the day he met you. It was in quiet moments, where you two really felt like a couple. As it gave you the time to connect better and have deep convocations, in between the continuous 'go! Go! Go!' action back at the Bureau.

As a few cats finished their meal and wandered off, the usual few that you begun to know and name, begun to wave in and out of your legs. Hellboy scratched under Tabby's chin, as the stray brushed against his hand.

"You know... you remind me of a cat."

You raised an eyebrow at Hellboy, "why?"

A heavy sigh left his mouth, as he put out his cigar. Placing the burnt out end against the concrete pavement, before placing it into the inside pocket of his trench coat. He placed his hands behind is head, slowly leaning back and laying upon the ground.

"Because you and the cats are the only ones who have shown me so much love and affection."

"Awww, Red..."

A small gasp of surprise left him as, you slowly leaned over him, your face close to his. Your noses almost touching.

"A man like you deserves all the love and affection, one could possibly receive."

Your delicate kiss silenced him, allowing him to simply melt into your embrace. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you on top of him.

[domestically-loving-monsters]

Their First Christmas With You:  Hellboy

Just wanna give a little FYI: I’ve kinda mixed all the characters from the movies together. Abe is obviously from the 2004 movies and the others mentioned are from the recent one. Obviously, Hellboy is just Hellboy. 

He would never forget to get you a gift. Never. Why would you ever doubt his love for you in such a way? 

But later you did find a search history of gift ideas on his phone one day. And Abe had come to you once or twice asking what you wanted for Christmas. Which made you chuckle, because you damn well know, Abe has had presents for everyone since March. 

You didn’t say anything about it. You just started dropping hints around Red so the poor man didn’t stress too much. 

But other than gifts, Hellboy is all over Christmas. His room was full of blinking lights and little Christmas trinkets. The Bureau's tree was decorated by him. Anytime he saw an empty hallway, he demanded it be decorated with some sort of Christmas theme. 

When he was able to go out on missions, a Santa hat was clipped to his hair between his horns. But he refused to wear the big red cloak or a white beard. 

You had the best idea of putting bells and baubles on his guns. Like little charms you see on FPS games. And since then, everyone has to at least have some sort of trinket hanging from their pistols. 

Coming up to the big day, it's a party. Red is in the best mood, always with a drink in hand and going around running amok while feasting on all kinds of Christmas food. 

The Christmas lunches/dinners you used to have with your family? Imagine it spreads over a week leading up to the big day and then when you thought you’d eaten your last dish, Red demands more and every night you went to bed in a food coma.

As gifts are exchanged, gathered under the massive, stupidly expensive tree, you hand Big Red your gift to him. And he almost cries at it. 

You know he’s a big gun nut. And also a massive comic book nerd with a flare for the dramatics. And you were pretty sure he was still tipsy when he tore open the wrapping to reveal an exact replica of DoomSlayer’s shotgun. A WORKING replica of the weapon to be exact. 

He stared at it for so long you thought that made him have a heart attack. But he hugged it close to his chest and pressed the biggest kiss on your cheek. 

“Christmas is canceled! Nothing can outdo (Y/N)’s gift.” Hellboy says, still hugging the gun like a puppy. 

To you from Red, it's a scrapbook of photos from all of your missions with Red, Abe and the others. And with each photo was a little description in Hellboy’s handwriting. All of them were about the moments he loved or was proud of you from each photo. 

One was a very gruesome photo of you, Hellboy and Daimio’s were-jaguar covered in filth after a nasty fight with a giant toad monster in the swamp. The photo captured you laughing, a deep gasp over your right eye, pushing away the jaguar beast as it tried to lick your cheek. Red was leaning against a tree behind the two of you looking winded but holding onto the tail of Daimio in a meager attempt to stop him from pushing you over.

The description read: “I love that even after being beaten, swallowed and thrown against a tree, you still find the kitty cute enough to let him cover you in tuna breath.”

All of you spent the rest of the morning flicking through the book and reminiscing about the times that were shown in each photo. 

P.S. It was Sasha’s idea to make something more personal than something from an online store.