#hellboy headcannons

"Who was he?" Hellboy shrugs, trying and failing to hide his annoyance and jealously.

"Hb..." You sigh, pulling your coat tighter around your form.

"You guys seemed pretty close," He continued, a hand on his hip.

"He was a new agent, HB, I was just showing him around town, it wasn't anything to be jealous of," your hair blows widely in the late October wind.

He sighs, looking at the gravel floor on the buildings roof. "You promise?"

You walk up to him, taking both his hands in yours, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. "I promise. It was just friendly. I only have eyes for you, baby,"

You could tell he wanted to believe you, but some insecure part of his gut wouldn't let it go.

"It's friendly 'Cause you're all mine right?"

Letting go of his stone hand, you cup his cheek, turning him to meet your eyes.

"I'm all yours, Red,"

Something flashes in his eyes, you've seen it before and it makes your face flush. He lunges, pressing his lips to yours. Slanting his lips he steals the breath from your lungs and makes you moan against his lips.

His stone hand reaches around to grope your thick ass, his human one tangling in your hair.

You squeeze his biceps, feeling heat pool between your thighs. "Let's go back to HQ, baby," You whisper against his lips.

"No time," He pulls away, tugging your hair back, making you tip your head up, exposing your throat. "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now,"

You moan, his mouth sucking deep dark bruises onto your neck, a clear marking as his.

He pushes you to the roof ledge, spinning you around and bending you over the wall.

"Red..." You whisper, becoming bashful.

Hb tugs at your leggings, ripping them down your legs and pooling them at your boots. The cold spread goosebumps across your skin.

Your eyes flicker all around the empty streets and alleyways around you. You thank God it was the middle of the night and not day.

He dips his fingers into your folds, and you buck and moan, rolling your hips.

"So wet, baby," He parts them, moving his fingers around and coating them in your wetness.

He bends down, kissing at your ass cheek, he sucks a hickey into you skin then bites. Hard.

You yelp, but it turns into a moan as he plunges a finger into your sopping depths. You bite your jacket sleeve to keep quiet, only allowing harsh breaths and grunts.

His slips a second finger in, moving them fast, the sound of your slick filling the silent air.

"Red baby, I need you," You moan, looking at him over your shoulder.

"We gotta wait, hot stuff," He pulls his hand from your pussy and smacks your ass, making you yelp loudly. "You're not stretched enough for my big dick,"

"I am," You moan, face bright red.

"You think?" He slips three fingers inside you, stretching and pulling at your tight entrance. "You can barely take three fingers baby,"

"I can take it," reaching down, you rub and circle your clit, knowing it drives him wild to see you doing it.

Your pussy relaxes, allowing his three thick fingers to move easily in and out of you.

"Huh, you were right, baby," He removes his hand, licking them clean. "Let's see if my cock can fit too,"

You hear his zipper and belt, it sends an entirely unholy shiver down your spine. His hands grab your waist, his cock poking your folds.

"You ready?"

"Please," He slowly pushes himself in, not wanting to hurt you. But he didn't have to worry about that, because of how wet you were, he slipped in halfway without any trouble.

"Look at that, baby," He cooed. "Halfway without any trouble. That's my good girl,"

Your toes curled in your boots, you set your forehead on your arm, trying with all your might to not move.

With slow movements he slips inside to the hilt, moaning with you. He pulls out them slams forward.

You can't contain your moans, mouth hanging out and the sounds echoing across the quiet neighborhood.

"That's it baby," hb groans behind you.

"Fuck, you're so big," You moan, pushing your ass back to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Yeah, big and thick but you take it like a fucking champ, don't you baby? Yeah, cause that's what good girls do,"

You moan louder, reaching your hand back to play with your clit. The band in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter.

"Say you're mine," He growls, thrusting harder.

"I'm yours! I'm all yours baby!" You shout, cumming around his thick cock, bucking and moaning against him. You're thankful the brick wall was there to hold you up.

"Say. It. Again." He spanks and thrusts his words, making you skin bloom red.

"I'm yours, Hellboy! I'm all yours!"

"That's it, good fucking girl," He pants, thrusting harder and more erratically, nearing his end.

With a roar he fills your pussy with his hot cum, there's too much and it spills from your sore hole.

You whimper and pant together, calming your breaths. "Fuck, Hb,"

He first watches you perform at what he calls a “rinky-dink talent show” the bureau holds as an internal fundraiser once a year.

You and your band perform Wild Cherry’s “Play That Funky Music”

It’s totally bad-ass and he falls in love the instant you pick up your bass.

Once you start dating, he asks to hear you sing all the time, it’s so cute.

His heart explodes every time you sing something silly to one of his cats

“I want to see my little boy” sung like a pop tune.

His favorite way to listen to you is when you’re cooking something

You always have something soothing on to sing to, so it feels so domestic and normal to him.

Watching you practice your bass is so (hot) cute.

Depending on the music style, you bounce around or sway your hips and he just really loves it so much.

“I wish you were as into me as you’re into the music.”

“Pfft, the music wishes I loved it more than you.”

God forbid he doesn’t have the BEST seat to every single one of your performances at the bureau.

He’ll blow his top, sometimes literally.

When you have a show outside the complex, he finds the nearest rooftop to watch from.

You scan the skyline before every show.

Good luck tradition where you blow him a kiss and he puts it in his coat pocket.

He’s so proud that your music is multi-genre.

It takes talent to be so good at all these styles.

The bookcase groaned with another hard thrust, Abes thighs smacking against your own.

You moan, broken and loud against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, clawing at his scales for purchase. Your legs bouncing, hooked around his hips.

His hands each grab an ass cheek, holding you up like you weight nothing, keeping you at the perfect height for him to thrust.

Dress yanked up your hips, underwear pulled to the side, his tight swim shorts pooling at his ankles.

The wood of the bookcase shelves press into your shoulder blades and lower back, but you can't find a reason to care when he's pounding you so thoroughly.

Sharp, powerful, thrusts, bouncing you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs.

Sweat drips from your face, down your neck, and disappearing down your cleavage.

Abe pushes you back into the shelf, kissing your neck, licking and sucking bruises into your skin.

"Abe," You pant, rolling your hips against him. Pulling your legs tighter against him, locking your ankles together to keep him close.

With a deep inhale, he presses his forehead to yours, not stopping his thrusts.

"Yes, my love?" He moans, big eyes searching yours.

Your voice catches in your throat, his eyes so full of love and admiration, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in this world.

Splaying your hands on his bare shoulders, you repeat the phrase over and over in your head.

Harder, please.

He nods, fingers gripping into the meat of your ass, pulling out to his tip. He waits a beat, then slams forward.

Bending and snapping his hips, he reaches a spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes.

The shelves groan with your weight, books falling and clattering to the floor.

Some song is playing out from the speakers, you're not sure what it is. It could have been playing on repeat for all you knew. But it did its purpose so you couldn't complain.

Concealing your moans, groans, grunts and now the sound of the shelves banging against the wall and books thumping to the floor.

Pleasure rushed up your spine, making your chest and neck flush, a band building in your lower stomach.

With one strong hand, he holds you up, but the other snakes down to rub at your clit.

You moan and buck, cupping his face and kissing him hard, teeth clashing together.

"Don't stop, don't stop," You chant, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

The band builds and builds, Abes hips thrusting erratically, tumbling both of you toward you release.

"Abe!" You scream, body gushing around him, fluttering, clenching and gripping him like a vise.

He moans, pressing his lips to your neck, panting into the skin. He shouts your name, thrusting as far as he could, unloading himself in your welcoming body.

His hand leaves your clit, reaching past your body and hitting the shelves by your side.

His legs shake, thighs and hips twitching.

The shelf under his hand snaps, the wood cracking and sending a berage of books to the floor.

But Abe doesn't move, the books piling at his feet.

"That's gonna be tough to explain," You pant with a soft laugh.

"It's my library," He kisses your neck. "What is anyone going to say?" You both laugh.

It was a late night, far later than either of you would’ve liked. It was a long rainy day and you were both glad to be freshly showered and tucked into bed. 

You called the cats onto the bed, smiling as they took spots all along your sides and on your lap. 

"Hewwo babies," You coo, rubbing ones belly and scratching another's chin.

"Alright, make room," Hellboy smiled seeing you all wrapped up in blankets and kittens. Carefully pulling back his side of the sheets he slipped under, smiling as some of the kittens nuzzled his chin and hands.

You lifted a small orange baby, kissing its cheek loudly, rubbing its belly and cooing at it. "Is this baby new?"

"Yeah, found the poor thing by an old dumpster," He reached his hand out, rubbing its chin: it purred loudly.

"He's a sweetheart," You smile, kissing his cheek again. You place him down on Red's chest, then lean away, sneezing loudly.

"Bless you,"

"Thanks-" You start, but get interrupted by another sneeze. Then another right after that.

"Did you catch a cold outside?" Red raised a brow, still petting the orange kitten.

"No, it's my allergies," You sniffle, wiping your nose with your sleeve, rubbing a tabby kittens belly.

"Oh yeah, I've been gettin' 'em too lately, especially with the seasons changing," He murmured, scooting down in bed, laying down fully with three kittens on his chest.

"No, not seasonal allergies, like my actual allergies," You pick up the tabby, pulling her to rest in your lap, despite the major death glare and airplane ears she was purring.

"What allergies?"

"Hmm?" You glance down at him, shrugging. "I'm allergic to cats,"

You'd never seen him move so fast, he was up in seconds, showing away all the cats and moving all the blankets.

“It’s not that big of a deal!” You laugh watching Hellboy rush around the room. 

“It is a big deal!” He comes up to your shared bed, moving the blankets you were under, making all the cats meow and move from their spots. “C’mon, up up,” 

“Don’t make them leave, Red,” You pout, watching all the kittens jump down from the bed. Before a little gray tabby could, you grabbed him under his arms, pulling him close to your chest. 

“Stop that!” 

You shook your head, pressing a kiss between the kittens ears. 

“You’re allergic!” Kneeling on the bed, he reaches over and gently plucks the kitten out of your arms, holding it to his chest.

"It's fine, Red," You protest, crossing your arms, watching him as he steps off the bed and places the kitten across the room on the couch.

"It's not fine, your arms are getting red!" He points to your now itchy arm, not that you would admit that to him.

"I have pills I can take so, I'm okay-"

"Where are they?" He's panting and seems genuinely frightened, not a lot but a reasonable amount.

"The pharmacy ran out last week so I have to get more, but they're going to call or email me when it's back in stock," He groans loudly, not mad at you but the pharmacy.

"Alright, alright," He wipes his hands on his sweatpants, moving all the cats to the far side of the room before changing the top blankets.

"There," He mumbled, tucking you into the new blankets, sitting beside you. "Now, no more snuggling with the cats until you have your medicine,"

"That's not fair!" You whine, reaching a hand out toward the now sleeping babies.

"It's totally fair, you're allergic and I don't want to see you in pain,"

You reach a hand out, touching his forearm, meeting his eyes. "I'm not in pain, it's annoying and a bit irritated but I'll be okay, really, Red, you don't have to worry about me,"

You cup the side of his face, he leans into your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist, then palm.

"I'm always gonna worry 'bout you,"

"I know, but I'm not an idiot, I have medicine that allows me to play with the cats, I wouldn't go near them if I didn't, you have to trust me, okay?" You lean in, bumping your nose on his.

He scoffs, raising a brow. "I'd believe you if I didn't know you have a cat tucked into your side,"

Shit.