#hellboy and lily.

[slashfiiction]

@bladedflower: mornings. for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up. + i was thinking about you all day yesterday.

despite knowing how lucky he was to wake up to the woman he loved every morning, sometimes hellboy woke up surprised that lily was still lying there, usually wrapped around him, enjoying the heat that radiated from his every pore. he wasn't always sure he deserved to sleep next to her, to be married next to her, but he did everything in his power to keep her. to keep having mornings like this. he's roused from sleep in a different way than usual, hb coming to with half lidded eyes as a hand trails down, across his belly button, slender and familiar fingers breaching the band of his boxers. lazy smirk pulls at red mouth, head turning to face lily, already awake beside him, murmuring sultry words into his ear. 'that so? well, i get t'one up you, baby - i woke up thinkin' about you,' teeth flash a bit before he leans in to kiss lily. yeah, he was lucky. he realized that tenfold as he waited for her hand to wrap around him with anticipation.

[slasharch]

sometimes, hellboy thinks about the times he hasn't been there for lily - whether because he didn't know her at the time of her traumas, or because he couldn't get to her, despite his kicking and screaming to get there - and he aches. he gets angry. regardless of whether she needed protecting or not ( he knows she doesn't ; he knows she can take care of herself ), they cared for each other, now. which meant that seeing her, all cut up, bruises running down along her left side, hellboy feels as if he failed her. he ignores her own wounds in favor of hers, pressing a bag of ice to her ribs with his flesh hand. 'thing better be glad it's dead, 'cause if i got my hands on it...' hb huffs through his nose, nostrils flaring, eyes glowing with anger as he tries to bandage her up. 'm'not gonna let this happen again,' @bladedflower.

[slasharch3]

prompt  ,  ✐ for a random piece of dialogue.

          liked  ,  @fireorigins​.

                   ‘  you are my flesh. you are my bones. i know you too well. i read you too perfectly.  ’

[unclad]

PROMPT.     survival + shower + ‘  i want you. all of you,  ’  ;  hellboy and lily have after mission sex in the shower.

          sent ,   @spicyhills​.

                   mission after mission, they should be glad they’re still alive. they’ve always made a good team, and the bprd unfortunately relied on them for the most dangerous expeditions. they arrived back home with cuts, bruises, and blood smeared across their skin, conditions leading them first to their master bathroom, the duo stripping down without fear to step under the pounding water. they wash each other clean, happy to help get rid of the day’s remnants. soapy touch turns swiftly into something more passionate, despite how tired they both are, and lips find each other immediately.

soft kissing turns into tongues dancing against each other. hb grabs lily under wet thighs and hoists her upwards, wrapping her legs around red waist. pressed against the shower’s wall, hellboy can kiss and nip along her jawline, neck, and her collarbone, listening closely for the sounds of pleasure. she’s level enough with his torso that he can press into her slowly. this was a release for them, a loving one that helped with the tension in their shoulders and the aches in their bones. the further he slips inside of her, the closer they get, hb pressing his forehead against lily’s shoulder to keep himself together. it’s when she murmurs those words into his dark hair that he lets out a groan in response, low and rumbling, something from within his chest. ‘  you already got me, baby,  ’ he says between slow thrusts, easily holding her up as half lidded golden eyes look up into her own. ‘  and you’re never gettin’ rid of me,  ’