crazy ass husbands gang + YANDERE ALPHABET / LETTER A
CONTENT: gender!neutral reader, race!neutral reader, yandere behavior — YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Hellboy - Loudly. His love is boisterous. As possessive as it is warm. His hand on your hip, tugging you inappropriately close during meetings. Endless shouts of ‘babe!’ through the echoing bureau halls until you’ve no choice but to turn, no matter how many agents are around to catch the exchange (he always waits until the halls are teeming with people). You live dangerous lives. Hellboy has met some of the bravest, most accepting souls that have ever walked the Earth by working with the BPRD. He’s also watched most of those people die. All the loss keeps him painfully aware of the gift that being with you is. It’s only with you he feels like more than a weapon, a ticking doomsday clock for humanity. With you, he’s a person. You’ll have to forgive him for holding you too tight; or watching you from alleys and rooftops when he swore the last time you caught him would be the last time he’d do it, scouts honor. He just can’t lose anyone else. Let alone you.
Robert Neville - Protection and tenderness; but the way Robert lost everything when the world ended has left its clear mark. A wound never healed. Only ignored, because to acknowledge the weight of everything stolen from him would be too great a risk. He can’t save what’s left of the world if he’s having a psychotic break brought on by grief. And it’s playing with something far more dangerous than fire to fall in love again when monsters still lurk in the dark. Greedy instruments in the utter destruction of humanity. Sometimes the grief, the fear, makes him unreasonable; he knows.
If his paranoia were unfounded, he could get control of himself. But it isn’t. The world is dangerous, and it makes Robert's hackles rise when you step outside the safety of his perfectly reinforced home into the messy, uncontrolled chaos of this city he used to love, ravaged by a violent virus and the vicious passage of time. He thinks about putting his foot down one day and telling you there won’t be anymore trips outside. Thinks of reaching for the countenance of the gentler man he used to be as he breaks that news. Softening the blow by saying all the things he’s avoided till now—like ‘I love you’ and ‘I can’t risk losing you’—instead of what’s most likely to come tumbling out, the scientist masquerading as drill sergeant, shouting ‘This is not up for debate’. He could withstand your hate if it meant ensuring one person he loved survived.
Homelander - Things get scary fast. The animalistic part of the brain that flashes neon red danger signs in the minds of other people must be broken in you. It isn’t entirely your fault, though. Homelander put on such a show for you. Prince charming. Considerate, of the sudden fame and the weight of so many people’s expectations. Romantic, almost boyish, as he presented you with bouquets of roses so perfect they seemed plucked from a movie. Came to meetings with you and didn’t allow you to be talked over or bullied into choices you weren’t comfortable with. He put all his acting prowess into the role of the century… being your hero.
And all the little worms and ingrates hovering at the edges of your world who watched you fall into the trap with pity didn’t dare open their mouths to warn you. It wasn’t worth their lives—especially because it wouldn’t even save you. No one could save you. Not from him.
His affection is a cage. He just doesn’t put you in one.
Maybe there’s a noble reason behind that, some actual modicum of love. An inability to put you through something that damaged him down to the foundations of his personhood. Or maybe he just knows he doesn’t need to.
He can hear your heartbeat from two cities away. Can fly halfway across the world in the time it takes most people to sneeze and wipe their nose. Vought would do anything to keep him pacified, and you’re the only thing that’s come close to keeping him calm since Stillwell. If you ran, Homelander wouldn’t even have to drag you back himself. He could send the rest of the Seven after you. It might just be wave after wave of Vought goons, until you give in and trudge home, a kicked dog ready to submit. And then would come the worst part: facing Homelander’s rage at being abandoned. The cage is better. You don’t know what’s waiting for you on the other side of it.
Qimir - His love is obsession. Qimir can’t let you go. You’re the other half of him. The bond between you is a vibrant thing, bursting with enough energy that it might as well be a star sitting atop your chest, crushing you with its gravity. You run from him. You have to. It’s the right thing to do. You used to fear the heat of his lightsaber at your throat. The overwhelming thrall of the darkest side of the Force whenever he grew closer. Now when you run, you’re terrified that you will look over your shoulder and find no one in pursuit.
You worry for nothing.
He finds you faster than ever, as if he can read your mind even across the light-years of distance you put between the two of you. Qimir’s hand on your throat, a lover’s caress instead of a captor’s rage. He used to be so angry, catching you back at the beginning, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you’d slip away again. His dark, bottomless eyes are different now. There is something soft in them. You avert your gaze. You are both going through a terrible metamorphosis. “One day, you’ll grow tired of this dance, little spark. And when you do, I’ll be right there, waiting.”
Clark Kent - The most profound act of love that Clark can offer you is his gentleness. It’s the same gift he offers the world. He doesn’t make empty promises, and the moment you slipped your hand into his and told him you loved him, he made several. I will never hurt you. I will always be there when you need me most. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, not even me. He didn’t speak the words out loud, afraid to scare you away with the depth of all that he feels for you. But he made the vows to himself, and he wakes up every morning thinking of how he’ll honor them.
There are times Clark’s head gets too loud, telling him just how fragile you are. Reminding him how many people want to hurt him but can’t, and would happily hurt you in his place. He comes to you when the thoughts become overwhelming (whispering dark suggestions of how you’d be safer, better off, in the fortress of solitude, and wouldn’t being safe make you happy…eventually). Clark doesn’t tell you everything, not wanting to scare you, but he tells you enough. And beautiful soul that you are, you throw your arms around him and tell him it’s natural to be scared when you have something to lose, but that there’s no one safer on the planet than you. Because he doesn’t love anyone like he loves you. Your absolute conviction quiets all that dark, worried noise in his head. At least for a little while.
Jim (28 Days Later) - He becomes a survivor for you. He learns how to scavenge for you. How to hunt for you. Kill for you. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you alive. You’re the only thing that matters anymore. Jim wishes he were some sort of brilliant scientist who could find a cure for the virus; or a pilot who could commandeer some miraculously abandoned plane and fly you to a distant part of the world that doesn’t smell like death and violence lying in hungry wait. But he isn’t any of those things. He’s just a regular bloke who survived by dumb luck until he ran into you, and then he was surviving by the grace of your kindness and inability to turn your back on someone who needed you. Even if that someone was a horrible liability in the beginning. He’s better now. Better at fighting. At knowing when it’s time to grab your hand and run for the hills. Better at getting worms onto hooks so he can bring back fish for dinner instead of having to risk the dangers of the city for recently expired cans of food. Whenever he falters, or wonders if he can stomach one more day of a future like this, he looks over at you and thinks—Anything. For them, I’ll do anything.
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Hey, I know its not in your 'Fandoms I Know' list, but I REALLY loved your Hellboy X Reader, and was wondering if I could request you do another? It can be smut of fluff I'm good with either.
(though if you do do smut, maybe something involving oral? But again I don't mind, whatever you're in the mood for)
Sorry for getting to this so late. I hope you enjoy this. I am trying to get back into the writing game and thought this would be fun.
Fixation—Hellboy x Plus Size/Chubby Reader
Warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), the 69 position, and some tail choking.
When it was first suggested by Hellboy, you had been flustered out of your mind. You were questioning if the position he had suggested would work with the two of you.
You were less worried about your size and weight but more about height. You were not extremely short, but compared to Hellboy, you might as well look like a small doll.
When you brought it up to him, all he did was smirk, reassuring you that he knew a way. So here you were with Hellboy, him sitting up against his pillows, your thighs around his head and your ass in his face. As for you, your back was arched due to the position you were in.
Your breasts were pressed against his abdomen, and you were face-to-face with Hellboy's erection. Reaching your hand out, you hold Hellboy's hard cock in your hand, stroking it at a slow pace.
You hear Hellboy chuckle and feel his hot breath ghost over your exposed pussy.
"What's the hold-up, doll?"
Feeling your face heat up at the teasing tone in his voice, looking over your shoulder, you tease back.
"What's your hold up—!"
Letting out a startled moan, you feel Hellboy pry open your pussy lips with his flesh hand and gently run his tongue up through your folds before trailing back down and running circles with his tongue across your clit several times before sliding his tongue back up and slipping it inside of you.
You whimper at the feeling of his tongue moving inside of you. The way his tongue moves in and out, stretching you open with his tongue.
You feel his fleshy hand move to play with your clit, rubbing the pad of his thumb in firm circles before giving it a slight pinch and circling it again.
Letting out soft moans, your breath fanning over his thigh, you move your hand up and down his erection before licking a long stripe up his cock and putting him in your mouth. You feel more than hear Hellboy groan against you, sending vibrations through your cunt as his tongue thrusts in and out of your body.
Moaning, you bob your head up and down, stopping to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that would gather there, before taking him down your throat once more.
Feeling Hellboy pull away, fingers still playing with your clit, Hellboy gives a particularly hard press and circular motion that has you moaning around his cock.
You feel Hellboy thrust up into your mouth, his cock pushing back into your throat; you gag a bit before relaxing your throat. One of your hands is placed on his thigh, digging nails into the meaty flesh there.
Hellboy thrusts his hips up a bit as you moan around him. You can feel Hellboy's cock moving in and out, harshly hitting your throat. Feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head as Hellboy's hips keep thrusting up.
While his thrust keeps a steady rhythm, you feel Hellboy's tail slide up to your throat and wrap around your neck. You feel a harsh suck on your clit as you feel a finger enter you. The tail around your throat tightens as you force a bit more of him down your throat.
Your throat feels full, and with Hellboy's tail around your throat, the lack of oxygen is making your head feel dizzy. There is a spread of warmth throughout your body.
His fingers furiously move inside you, curling and spreading his fingers, trying to find the spot inside you that will have you seeing stars. You feel your release coming up on you fast, moaning around Hellboy, and trying to pull away the tail around your throat pulls you down further as you hear Hellboy let out a rumbling growl that spreads through your core.
"I know, sweet cheeks, I'm coming just a little bit more."
Hellboy's mouth is back on you, and his fingers keep their fast pace in and out of you. You push your hips back against Hellboy's face, your legs clamping around his head as you feel your body tremble, as you feel yourself orgasm, your body twitching as you try to move yourself towards the sensation, riding out the intense feeling running through your body.
You move your head quickly, tongue running along the veins of Hellboy's cock as he thrusts up faster into your mouth, your hand now braced on the bed on either side of his thighs.
You feel his tail squeeze as he gives one last thrust up into your mouth. His cum slides down your throat, some of it slipping out the side of your mouth.
You feel Hellboy's tail leave your throat as you pull up; once your mouth is completely off, you swallow down what managed to stay in your mouth, grimacing at the taste.
Hellboy lets out a chuckle as he sits up, your hips moving forward as you sit up, plopped in Hellboy's lap, his still hard cock pressing between your thick thighs.
Wiping away what was left on your face as you glared over your shoulder at him. You feel his hand move, holding onto your hip, his hand giving a squeeze to the fat there.
"I could have used a better warning, HB."
Kissing the space between your neck and shoulder, you tilt your head with a sigh as he gives a little bite to your shoulder area.
"Sorry about that, sweetcheeks."
You go to remove yourself from Hellboy's lap with a small pout on your face. "We should probably go get ourselves cleaned up."
Just as you go to move forward, you are pulled back into his lap, a small growl leaving his lips as his stone arm crosses over your plush belly.
"Where do you think you're going? You're in for a long ride, sweets."
You feel yourself fluster as he pushes you onto the bed postioning you so your ass is in the air. You were indeed in for a very long ride.
Hellboy: what did you do to tame Prince tight ass!
Lizzie: red!
You: he was hard work, would t let me near him for weeks, but he’s worth it in the end, a massive softy really *looks at Nuada* a true gentleman, a real life prince.
Nuada: I thank you for withstanding me, I can not begin to express my gratitude for your unwavering patience, kindness for it undid the anger within my heart and allowed me to love once more.
Hell boy: I wish I never asked now, I think I’m going to be sick from how mushy this is.
Nuada: *looks at him sharply and raises his spear*
Hellboy: did I say mushy? I meant really, really adorable.
Imagine: When Hellboy finds your ex trying to get back with you at a club, he gets more than a little jealous.
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: violence? I guess (some guy gets punched in the face)
Masterlist
It was safe to say that your life had completely changed the moment you met Hellboy. You had never met anyone like him before and that wasn’t referring to his appearance. He was so different to any other guy you had met before and you had been struck by him from the very beginning. Hellboy had found you while he was tracking down some kind of demon. You had been taken as his next meal but luckily Hellboy and his friends got there in time and saved you. Just as much as he fascinated you, he was intrigued with you too. You were also different than any other woman he’d met before. You were nicer, smarter and your curves were just a huge bonus to your package. He would never willingly admit this to you, but for him it was love at first sight, though he would say it was lust at first sight, proceeded by a leer at your body.
He had refused your offer to help him out on missions, he didn’t want to put you into any danger. Instead he hounded his father day after day until he hired you as part of the research team. That way he had an excuse for you to be close by and the risk of danger was significantly lower, not totally safe but it was better than nothing. His father was only too happy really to oblige with his son’s requests, wanting nothing more than to have his prodigy close by to be under observation.
The two of you flirted with each other constantly but neither of you wanted to be the first to officially ask the other one out. Both of you stuck in your own cycle of self-loathing thoughts that prohibited you from seeing just how much you liked each other. Not even Alice could convince you that Hellboy was head over heels for you, she found that out after many, many attempts to get either one of you to confess to stop all the mopey pining going on. After another failed attempt, she had just about reached her limit with you. It was a Friday night and there was no current evil monster to be fighting so she decided a night out was long overdue. Alice burst into your bedroom in your shared apartment, “Come on, we’re going out tonight.”
You scoffed, “I don’t think so, I’m exhausted. The professor had me up all night tracking down ancient scrolls on the history of the Sphinx.” Alice folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes, “Excuses, excuses. Listen mate, you owe me. And I want a break from all this monster crap, let’s go get wrecked and dance a little, pleaseeeee.” You huffed and turned around to face her better from your seat on the couch. “I owe you? And just how do you work that one out?” Alice smirked, “Oh you know, from the countless nights of having to listen to you mope over Hellboy, from covering for you when you were behind on your gargoyle research assignment, and you know you owe me for being just the best damned friend you’ve ever had.”
An exasperated sigh left your mouth as you couldn’t help but roll your eyes along to Alice’s words. She finished her little speech with a pointed look in your direction. Your face twisted into a frown but as that did nothing to change her mind, you groaned in annoyance, “Ugh fine! But I’m not getting too drunk, Not all of us are able to escape the torture of a hangover like you.” Alice grinned in her victory, practically giddy with excitement. It had been absolutely ages since the two of you had been out together without the threat of some dark creature wanting to kill you hanging over your heads. At your sudden whine, she tilted her head, “What’s wrong now?” You chewed on your thumb nail, “I don’t know what to wear?”
Alice walked over to the couch to grab your hand and drag you over towards your bedroom, “I’ll help you pick something out, I’m not letting you have any excuses tonight. It’s been ages since we’ve had a girls night and you’re coming along whether you like it or not.” You laughed a little at her determination, “Alright Alice, I get it. I’m not backing out, just help me find something to wear.”
After a hour the two of you were finally dressed and ready to leave. Alice hadn’t let you have any control over your outfit, knowing you would get in your head and not want to leave your room. She had chosen a black and red corset top with thin shoulder straps and a square neckline that left the ‘girls popping out’ as Alice had so nicely put it. She paired it with some high waisted dark blue jeans, your favourite pair that hugged your ass and cinched your waist in a little bit. She was kind enough to let you wear some flats, having never been comfortable in wearing heels. Alice chose a similar outfit for herself, opting for a white corset top that had spaghetti straps and a pair of light blue jeans with some rips on her thighs. She also had her leather jacket on as well and you opted for your own burgundy leather jacket to put over the top, knowing it was fairly cold outside since it was approaching winter.
You were stood turning around in your mirror, checking yourself out when Alice came back into your room after getting herself dressed, “(Y/N), babe, you look amazing, I did a great job, well since I already had a gorgeous blank canvas.” You rolled your eyes at her obvious attempt to improve your mood and liven your spirits but couldn’t help the wide grin that hurt your cheeks. It wasn’t often that you felt this confident in your appearance. Alice came up beside you and linked her arm around yours, pulling you into step next to her and you walked outside your apartment down the stairs to the taxi that was waiting in the car park.
As the two of you chatted in the back seat, you saw Alice pull out her phone. You turned your head as you didn’t want to seem overly nosy but you would wish you had as you would’ve seen her messaging Hellboy.
A: Heyyyyyyy :)
H: Wat do u want?
A: You coming out tonight? First night off in weeks, we’re gonna get wrecked!
H: No ur a terrible drunk. Pass
A: Spoil sport. (Y/N) will be there and she’s always ~frisky~ when she’s had a few ;) ;)
H: is typing...
Alice grinned at her phone, it was just so easy to manipulate Hellboy now that he was crushing hard on you. She’d been able to get him to do all sorts for her, always hanging the threat of telling you how he feels over his head. She almost, almost didn’t want you two to end up together because she’d lose her precious leverage. A quiet ‘ping’ brought her attention back to her phone.
H: Where u at
Ha. Success. Now for phase two. Admittedly, Alice’s master plan wasn’t all that thought out. She just hoped getting the two of you absolutely off your tits would be enough of a shove in the right direction to get you to confess to each other. Or she would announce in front of each of you that you both liked each other and hopefully you’d be too drunk to make it awkward. Still, it was a better plan than either of you two had, considering both of you seemed content to never reveal such information out loud.
The taxi stopped outside a rowdy looking nightclub, the neon lights flashing through the entrance doors were bright enough to spur on a headache should you look at them long enough. Alice paid the driver before shuffling out the car, you following suit and went to go to the back of the queue to get inside. Alice grabbed your wrist, “Where you going?” You pointed to the queue but she shook her head, “No babe, we’re not waiting in that, we’d be there all night. I got Ben to put us on the VIP list, it’s his cousin’s place.” You let her drag you over to the bouncers on the door and once giving your names, she dragged you through the doors towards the bar. “Come on, I need a drink!” You nodded along, not bothering to say anything in response, it was far too loud and you wanted to wait till you were too drunk to care about your vocal chords to start screaming your every word.
At the bar, Alice paid for the drinks despite you offering, but you gave up when she pulled out a black debit card and waved it in your face, “Where the fuck did you get that from?!” Alice smugly grinned, “Agent perks you know, so all the drinks tonight are on the professor, now lets get some shots to catch us up!” You laughed at how hyper she was but you had to admit once you had a couple drinks, you could feel your own energy rising. It had been a long time since you’d been able to freely have fun like this, you had missed the simplicity of a normal life.
After You and Alice were temporarily satisfied with a pint of vodka and lemonade, three shots of fireballs each, and a pitcher of gin shared between you, you headed out onto the dancefloor to work off a little of your buzz. You had your jacket tied around your waist, twenty minutes of being in the packed club with what seemed like very poor air conditioning had you sweating like crazy. You rolled your hips and put your hands above your head, swaying along to the music, singing (well more like screaming) the lyrics in Alice’s face as she did the same to you. You were grateful she dragged you out tonight, you really needed this. You were feeling yourself loosening up already, the stress of the past few weeks just pouring out of you.
Alice grabbed your hand to pull you closer to her, cupping her hand over your ear to help you hear her, “I’m gonna go get us another drink, you stay right here okay?!” You nodded along, content with dancing on your own for the promise of another drink in your hand. At the mention of more alcohol, your throat seemed to dry up and you were all too impatient for Alice’s return.
A new song started and you gasped as you shot your arms in the air, twirling around to the intro of the Rihanna song. Though your excitement was short-lived as you tumbled into someone behind you, almost falling flat on your face had you not leaned on their chest. The stranger’s hands grabbed your arms to steady you and you began blurting out apologies, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t spill your-James?!” Your eyes widened as you looked up into the face of your ex boyfriend. The two of you had an amicable breakup around three years ago, ending things because you just seemed to lose that spark between you. You’d tried to remain friends but the two of you just gradually lost touch with each other, but there was no hard feelings.
You felt nervous until he smiled at you, “Well fancy seeing you here. How’ve you been?!” “I’m doing great now thanks, I didn’t know you still lived around here, I don’t really get out much anymore!” James grinned as he looked you up and down, well as much as he could as you were still leaning against him. Following his eyeline, you came to that realisation yourself and blushed, pushing yourself off of him. “That’s a shame, it would be nice to see your face more often. You look great!” You let out an awkward laugh at his terrible flirting and the way his eyes were still glued to your figure. This was also one of the reasons you lost feelings for him, he was a terrible drunk. When he was drunk he was aggressive and very demanding.
Alice was waiting at the bar for the drinks when she felt a heavy weight on her shoulder. She spun around, ready to attack whatever it was, when she saw it was Hellboy, all the fight draining out of her. From the smell of him, it seemed like he’d already been drinking before he came here. “Hey, look who finally made it!” “What are you talking about, you’ve only been here like forty minutes!” Alice shrugged, “Forty minutes longer than you. What’s your poison?!” “Whisky. On the rocks!” With a wave of her debit card, she managed to get the bartenders attention to add on Hellboy’s drink to her order. She turned back around and grinned as she watched him scan through the crowd, waiting a little while before wiggling her eyebrows at him, “Looking for someone~!” Hellboy gave her a half-hearted glare, not bothering to answer her as he continued to look over people’s heads until he found you.
Ah there you were. Wait, “Who the fuck is that?!” Alice turned to follow his line of vision and saw you standing next to some guy, talking to him. You were too far away to guess whether you were actually interested in this guy or not and it was certainly too loud to try and hear what you were talking about. Alice glanced at Hellboy, looking down at his clenched fists and his gritted teeth. She smirked to herself, ‘Huh, maybe this will work out better than I thought. You’d better thank me later (Y/N)’ Alice thought to herself before reaching for her drink behind her and thanking the bartender as she passed Hellboy his whiskey and held your drink in her other hand. “I dunno, he looks alright though, (Y/N) seems to think so too. Oh shit! I recognise him, that’s um, oh what’s his name...” Alice groaned as she tried to recall the name you’d told him, “...James! It’s her ex.”
“Ex?!” Hellboy was not jealous. He said as such when questioned by Alice, who only rolled her eyes, “Right, and I suppose you smashed that glass in your hand cause you were just so happy?” Hellboy looked down to see the remains of the glass in his hand, brushing the rest of it off his hand onto his coat to fall onto the floor, muttering out, “Ah fuck.” Alice nudged him with her shoulder, pushing him over in your direction, trying not to spill any of the drinks in her hands.
You tried to take a step backwards, hoping to get lost in the crowd away from him. Your agenda had one priority tonight, and that was to get as drunk as possible to numb all your problems for one night. You weren’t interested in trying to rekindle anything with James, that ship had sailed a very long time ago. James was too inebriated to read your body language and followed you with a step of his own in your direction. “So what’re you doing for work now? Still stuck in retail?” You perked up a little at the opportunity to talk about your work, “Um, actually no. Things are really crazy for me now, my life is totally different! I can’t legally go into details but it’s basically a research analyst type gig. It has it’s ups and downs but I wouldn’t give it up for the world.”
James nodded along but he wasn’t really paying attention, his eyes going back and forth from your face to your chest, honing in on the way your breasts moved when your arms waved about as you spoke. “Hey so, I was thinking maybe you wanna come back to my hotel room?” Your jaw clenched as James interrupted you with his proposition. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, but let out a forced laugh so as to not create any tension between you, “Yeah, no thanks. I’m here with my friend and I’m not gonna abandon her.”
“C’mon (Y/N), we’re great in bed together, wouldn’t you wanna do it just one more time?” His hand laid itself on your hip for about two seconds before a red blur flew past your face and into James’ face. “What the fuck?!” You exclaimed as you turned your head to see Hellboy behind you, towering over you. James fell backwards onto the floor where his friends he was out with proceeded to try and pick him up onto his feet. Your ex barely gathered the strength to move his legs with the help of his friends to walk over towards the bar, assumedly to get a much needed drink.
You spun around to come face to face with Hellboy, your arms crossed over your chest, “What did you do that for?!” He shrugged, suddenly feeling very unsure of himself under your harsh gaze. He felt like he was getting a scolding off his dad the way you were glaring him down. He shrugged, mumbling under his breath. The club music was too loud to make out what he was saying. You huffed and grabbed his wrist, yanking it forwards as you began leading the two of you outside through the front doors. You pulled him a bit further down from the entrance, not wanting to block people’s way, before turning on him again, “What the hell were you thinking? You don’t just go around punching people you psycho! What are you even doing here?!”
A light scoff bubbled past his lips and you felt your anger rising even further at him not taking you seriously. He wasn’t even looking at you. You reached up to grab his cheeks with one hand, turning his face towards yours, forcing him to make eye contact. “You look at me when I’m talking to you, now answer me!” Hellboy tried to speak but the grip on his cheeks had his lips all squished up and it was very hard to understand him. You loosened your grip to let him repeat himself, “I can see right down your top from this angle, was tryna be a gentleman, but I’m more than happy to look if you want me to.”
Your face turned beet red and you quickly let go of his face as if his skin had just scorched your palm, holding your arm over your cleavage. His words processed in your mind. Wait. What? Did that mean he found you attractive? No, he was probably just a boob guy or something. Or just a big pervert maybe. Anyway, you were getting off track, “Don’t try to change the subject Hellboy, why the fuck did you knock him out?!” Hellboy sighed, shrugging his heavy shoulders, “I dunno, Alice said he was your ex, ain’t you supposed to be happy I hit him?” You groaned, of course Alice was meddling again. This was so typical of her, you’d make sure she was given a stern talking to when you two got home.
You rubbed your hands over your face in frustration, but no longer anger, “Ugh, Hellboy, not everyone hates their exes and wants a demon to sucker punch them in the face across the room. We were just talking, sure he asked me to go back to his hotel room, but-” “Did you want to?”
Your mouth paused during your sentence as Hellboy spoke over you. Well no, obviously you didn’t want to, but why was he so concerned over whether you did or didn’t want to. Your lips slowly pressed together as your eyes took in Hellboy’s tense stature, the way his jaw was clenched and his hands curled by his side, how his brow was furrowed and how his tone was tight with an emotion you’d not heard from him before. “And if I did?” You’d decided to test the waters, not wanting to jump to conclusions, it being more like you were afraid of the possible embarrassing (and public) rejection you’d receive if you were wrong.
Immediately, you took notice of the way his body language was practically screaming his anger. You knew his emotions were on the surface given how he had clearly already been drinking before he came to the club, you guessed Alice must have invited him without you knowing so you wouldn’t be able to back out. Hellboy huffed, his arms waving as he raised his voice, “Well I’m sorry I knocked out your slam piece, all I saw was this dude all over you and thought you’d want my help!” You weren’t going to back down from him, you could raise your voice too, “Why did it bother you so much that some guy was all over me? Huh? You don’t think I deserve attention like that? Chubby girl can’t get the guy or some bullshit like that?”
“Yeah cause I’m so shallow like that, take a fucking look at me!” “Then why!” “Because I wish it could be me!” Your eyes and posture softened at Hellboy’s outburst. Judging from the way he turned his head away from you and cursed under his breath, he obviously hadn’t wanted to admit that out loud to you. You knew people were looking at the two of you, you’d caused quite a scene after all, but you didn’t care. People gave you weird looks all the time, this was nothing new. Hellboy sighed as you had yet to say anything, lowering his voice as he spoke once more, “If this has fucked up our friendship, can we please forget I ever said that, or at least get drunk enough to forget it in the morning.”
“Oh this has definitely fucked up our friendship,” Hellboy’s head hung lower if that was possible, his lips pressing together to refrain from speaking or to hold back tears, you didn’t know. You took a step closer to him and slowly raised your hands to cup his face, your actions causing him to snap his head up to look at you, confusion and hope etched over his features. “But maybe now it can be the start of something more?” Hellboy hesitantly wrapped his arms around your curvy figure, holding you as if in any given moment you would shatter into a million pieces from his touch. It felt right to be pressed against his body, his iconic trench coat was open, revealing the lack of shirt underneath it and his skin was warm against your own. He rested his forehead against your own, “Have I had too much to drink that I’m hallucinating again?” “Do you often hallucinate me in your arms?” Hellboy turned his head to press his lips against your ear, “I think it’s a bit too early to answer that question honestly.” Your cheeks grew hot from the implications behind his words, your own mind conjuring up potential situations he could be referring to. And yet your curiosity had gotten the better of you, your fingers toying with the fabric of his coat as you mumbled, “Maybe you should tell me anyway,” looking up at him at the end, chewing on your bottom lip to hide your rising nerves.
You heard Hellboy take a deep breath and saw his eyes darken. A cocky grin replaced his soft smile and it was turning your insides to jelly. His left hand moved from your back to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing down the side of your neck with a softness you didn’t know he possessed. “Maybe I should just show you?” Your next breath caught in your throat and your mouth dropped a little in shock but you quickly closed it lest you wanted to look like you were trying to catch flies. The heavy blush on your cheeks spread across your entire face and Hellboy didn’t think you could look any cuter. He laughed softly, “Relax, I was only teasing, you’re just too adorable when you get all red like that. Looks like we’re matching.”
His words only made you feel even more flustered and embarrassed, enough to have you burying your face into your hands, groaning into your palms as you heard him laugh at you. “Oh shut up!” you tried to yell at him, but it came out very muffled from your mouth pressed against your hands.
“There you are! Jesus Christ, I’ve been looking everywhere for you two. You fuckers just left me in there by myself. Some friends.” Alice crossed her arms over her chest and huffed out a breath at the end of her ranting, not really all that annoyed about being left behind, she had just gotten bored of dancing on her own. As she came up next to you two, she paid extra attention to the way you were all wrapped up in Hellboy’s arms and how red your face was. A knowing grin stretched over her lips, her eyebrows wiggling at you two suggestively, “Oh yeah, you two finally found some balls to tell each other how you feel. Awesome, now can we get back to the whole getting drunk and dancing part please?”
Hellboy only paid attention to the first part of Alice’s words, “Hold on, you have feelings for me? And I’m only just finding this out now? Why didn’t you say anything?” “Well you didn’t say anything either!” Hellboy shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, having the decency to look a bit sheepish, “I guess you’re right. I was just afraid you’d not be into me like that. I took being devilishly good-looking a bit too literal.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his wit, he was always good at making you laugh. You smiled bright, your hand placing itself on his bare chest, your head tilted down to look at your fingers tracing over his skin, “I always thought you were beautiful. You know red is my favourite colour right?” “Okay guys, this is getting a bit much to watch. Can we go back inside? I’m dying of thirst here.”
Before you could make a move towards Alice, you felt strong hands place themselves at your waist and hoist you off the ground and over a broad shoulder. A sharp gasp escaped you, your hands flying up to hold onto his coat on his back, terrified you were going to fall off even though you knew you were probably the lightest thing he’d carried in a while. Hellboy didn’t waste a second longer to turn around and start walking in the direction of the headquarters. You watched Alice’s mouth drop open before she followed you, “Hey where are you going? (Y/N) is mine tonight, it’s girl’s night!” “She’ll take a raincheck!” Hellboy shouted back over his shoulder. You shrugged your shoulder’s in apology, shouting a “Sorry!” in her direction as you were carried away in the night.
Scoffing at the reality of being ditched, Alice pulled her phone out from her jacket pocket to give Daimio a call. After two rings, he picked up, “What do you want Alice?” Said girl rolled her eyes, “Gee, hello to you too. I need you to come pick me up from your mate’s club, I’ve just been ditched.” “By who? I thought you were holding (Y/L/N) hostage tonight?” “Yeah she just left with Hellboy, they finally got together. You owe me fifty quid by the way, I knew I could get them to ‘fess up to each other.” She heard Daimio’s heavy sigh on the other end of the phone, “Yeah whatever, I’ll be there in half a hour.” Alice was just about to thank him as the phone beeped twice to indicate he had hung up on her. Rude. But she was happy the two of you were going to stop dancing around each other now. She knew Professor Broom was going to be elated, he was the one who told her to start meddling between you two in the first place. She guessed he was just excited to see his son genuinely care for someone, either that or he was desperate for grandkids? But that was not an image Alice wanted in her head. A shudder went down her spine as her mind wandered and jumped to conclusions about what the two of you would be getting up to tonight and the possibility of half demon babies running amok.
