#oops I got a little carried away

[cosmicsaltlord]

For @rensinsanity based on their post

I DID MY BEST

might have accidentally made a whole band au I may or maynot write/draw later.

(totally didn't spend over 5 hours on this)

Anyway ENJOY

(if you saw my original post no you didn't)

[avornalino]

doing a little lovestruck gp with these two!! a little backstory under the cut if you're interested!

adelaide (ada) and valerie (val) met as freshmen in college at britechester when they were randomly paired together as roommates. ada studied communications and hoped to become a journalist, val was unsure what she wanted to do at first but knew that she wanted to do something with art and possibly fashion. they didn't click at first but over time became inseparable. for the next 3 years, they lived together and when graduation came, val decided she wanted to move back to her hometown, ciudad enamorada, and ada, now unsure of what to do with her life post-grad, decided to go with her. they found a nice 2 bedroom apartment in the historic center of the city to rent for the foreseeable future while they explore the city and all it offers.

despite getting along really well, the two are pretty much opposites. val loves going out meeting making out with new people while ada prefers to make friends, she's also a little awkward when it comes to romance... (she's trying her best!)

ada: writer (journalist) | best-selling author // active, creative, romantically reserved

val: style influencer (stylist) | romantic explorer // heartbreaker, clubber, high maintenence

[courfee]

prompt #46 "Sirius is showing Regulus’ baby pictures to James and Reg is MORTIFIED" for the @marauderswithpalestineproject !! 🍉

thank you @kat-m-toast for the donation (and the prompt, which was just SO up my alley, i loved it) and also thanks to everyone else who donated and participted! 💕

and as a bonus a little closer look at those baby pictures :)

[hanseelie]

i’m soooo normal

[buwheal]

I wanna give him a blanket. Can it maybe just materialize outta nowhere?

(I know fabric wrinkles suck to draw. You don't gotta 😵)

[misc-obeyme]

recording lucifer when he's drunk and stupid silly, so you can capture his giddy smiles and casual "i love you"s. and so you can laugh in his face the following morning, when his hungover self watches the videos to remember what happened the previous night. but you'd never share such cute lucifer moments to anyone else, so he doesn't care if you keep the videos saved

- 🎠

Ah! My heart!!

There are so many pieces of this part of Lucifer that are both sad & sweet.

Lucifer has such a difficult time expressing his feelings that he can only give you those easy words when he’s had too much to drink. What would it be like if he was able to drop his inhibitions when he’s sober? If he could so freely express his own heart?

And yet the fact that he’s not only comfortable enough to be drunk around you, but to let you record him too shows how much he trusts you. He can let his guard down in your presence. He knows he can count on you.

When Lucifer watches the recordings, he’s blushing and frowning while you don’t even bother to try holding in your laughter. He might even scold you, pretending to be annoyed about it. Maybe you bring him some a special tea blend meant to help with hangover headaches. He’ll sip it slowly & forgive you for laughing.

The first time this happens, he may be uncertain about you having those videos of him. When he’s feeling better, he’ll say as much to you. Don’t go showing his brothers or anyone else those videos, MC. Perhaps you should just delete them…

You look at him with a frown. You tell him that you plan to keep those videos to yourself. Nobody gets to see Lucifer being so cute while drunk except for you. After all, you’re the one he was declaring his love to. Nobody else.

Maybe one day Lucifer will be able to take down those walls he’s built around his heart without getting drunk. Maybe he’ll be able to say “I love you” as easily as he says your name. But for now, you get to keep those special moments in video form, a testament of the trust between you.

[uriwoos2]

Baking with Leehan??? Like that would be the best thing everrrr

another baking w bonedo thought 😞 I'm actually so soft and devastated w the cute scenarios that pop up in my head at these reqs PLEASE. but ok ok baking w leehanie ! <3

so firstly, I think the idea to bake together would come about really randomly! like when you're hanging out w him casually, watching a movie or eating together or sth, you'd mention how much you love chocolate brownies and he'd be like, then let's bake them U ´ᴥ` U ! <3 baby really is ready to do everything as long as it makes you happy :(

I think in leehan's case, he'd be the one following your instructions, simply bcuz he trusts you to do the hard stuff, but he'll help out too of course!! albeit a bit confused and tinsy bit clumsily but he'll be super careful not to make a mess :'( <3

he'll go extra quiet while concentrating and you would not want to disturb him while he's being so serious abt it but at the same time, I can imagine the irresistible adorable little pout he'd make. he's just so cute, I can't :(( </3

so because of that, right as he's done with his task you'd tickle his sides and u'll get to see that pretty pretty toothy smile of his ( っc ) along with the cutest giggles ever! but beware of his revenge! cuz he'll tickle u twice as much, AND pick u up to spin you around at the same time ૮ / / / ⍝ა I might actually just faint... he's the cutest <3

he'll also (not so) sneakily put some of the batter on ur nose and act all innocent afterwards. like... mister! there's no one else in the room, who else could be to blame !! <3 and then he'll just chuckle and peck the tip of your nose, after gently cleaning the batter off ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა

you best believe tho that he'll be at his fish tank the moment u put the tray in the oven to bake. he'll be looking at his fishies to pass the time, and you'd ask him to tell u abt them and then will listen to him cutely rant abt his babies in the softest voice filled with so much adoration <3 <3

he'd be the one taking the brownies out the oven once they're done of course! since he doesn't want u to touch it while it's hot. :(

and then you realize that you don't have any ice cream to put on the brownies, and your frustration would show on ur face. the second he finds out what ur displeased about he'll be running off to sort it out :(( </3 it has to be perfect, he wants you to enjoy the treat to the max!! ♡ˎˊ˗

and as you guys sit down to have the brownies, (that surprisingly came out so good!) his plate would be long forgotten as he'd just be staring at you with heart eyes the whole time, just watching you eat. he'd just tell you he loves to see you eating well :( :( :(

would definitely offer to bake w you again, seeing how much fun you had the last time.. like you'd be out on a date and he'll just drag u into the supermarket to get the ingredients on your way home. he'll just announce that you're baking cookies tonight all enthusiastically (ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ) loveliest baby boy just loves to see you happy, and will give u all the sweetest treats in the world ! ♡

[sugarcoated-lame]

living comfortably out in jackson with this older joel and he still fucks you deep and slow like he did all those years ago. takes you home after going to the bar in town and let’s you ride him, but let’s out a chuckle when you ride him hard.

“easy there, darlin’. blow this old man’s back out if y’ keep ridin’ me like that.”

(also your new layout is so cute i love it!!! 🥰)

this contains smut, so 18+ minors dni!*

*extremely loud sounds of me falling down the stairs*

Hhhhfejvjekf oh my god SEB !!! <33 Joel thots are literally just what I needed right now while I’m suffering in bed from my period so thank you 😭💜💜

You and Joel live a quiet, comfortable life in Jackson, the two of you sleeping in on mornings when neither of you are scheduled to be on patrol, enjoying cups of coffee and listening to the sweet sounds of Joel playing his guitar on the porch, cooking dinners together and cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace.

The two of you like to joke about his age, and you love to tease Joel about what an old man he is, because you know it riles him up and because secretly, he loves it. Loves it when he gets the opportunity to prove you wrong, how good he can make you feel, to show you just what this old man can do to you.

Fucking you deep into your mattress, his body a comforting weight leaning over your back as he thrusts into you from behind, torturously slow and oh so deep until you’re writhing for him, crying out for him with each harsh slap of his hips against your backside as he hits that spot deep inside you that leaves you seeing stars. Joel tuts at you, a smirk on his lips at what a desperate, mewling mess you’ve become underneath him, his beard tickling deliciously at the skin your as he leans down further to whisper in your ear.

“old man, huh? Look at what this old man is doing to you, darlin’.”

And him taking you home after going to the bar got me thinking, maybe you work nights as a bartender at the tipsy bison, and you just know Joel would be coming by the bar each night to pick you up so that you won’t be walking home alone. He shows up at the same time each night like clockwork, where you wait with his usual drink sitting atop the bar, the two of you chatting quietly amongst yourselves, just enjoying each other’s company while Joel finishes his drink and you pour a drink of your own before making the short walk home. And then riding him once you get home? Absolutely!!!

Too eager to wait to make it upstairs to the bedroom, your lips are on Joel’s the second you walk through the front door, hands scrambling to tear off his coat and unbuckle his belt and his jeans before you’re pushing him down onto the couch. After removing your own clothes just as frantically you’re straddling his lap, sinking down onto him in one swift move, knowing you’re already more than wet enough to take him. The rhythm of your hips is fast and erratic from the get-go, moving frantically against Joel’s as you rise and sink back down onto his length, nails clawing into his shoulders to keep yourself steady, your breathy moans mingling with his deep grunts. His big, rough hands grip your hips and Joel lets out a groan that morphs into a throaty chuckle as you begin riding him harder.

“easy there, darlin’. blow this old man’s back out if y’ keep ridin’ me like that.”

Hhhhnnnfjgkejg this has me screaming like a feral gremlin 🫠

Aaaah thank you so much my love, I’m so glad you like the new layout, you’re so cute and I love you!! <333 And thank you for sending in these amazing thots, they’re absolutely gonna be living in my head rent-free for the next like week haha ty, ilysm !!!! 🥰😘💕💜💕🌼

[rollinouttahere-writes]

can’t stop thinking about dad sanji introducing little lucky to zeff😭😭

just “hey zeff guess what”

It would be so cuuuuute! 😭

Given that going back to the Baratie isn't super doable for them, Zeff most likely finds out about this when Sanji mails him an envelope that looks like it's about to explode from how full it is.

Zeff doesn't know what to expect when he opens it. Frankly, he hadn't even been expecting to get a letter from Sanji, figuring that he would be too busy to do so. Naturally, him and everyone else at the Baratie are crowded around the envelope to see what's inside.

The second it's torn open, photos come spilling out. Tons of them. All of the same kid. Sure, other people make appearances in them, but this little girl is the star. Zeff narrows in on her face, something about her feels familiar. Then he flip it over and finds a description on the back.

"Lucky's first batch of cupcakes!"

Zeff is able to piece together what happened pretty quick. He saw all kinds of crazy shit when he was in the Grand Line. Someone getting de-aged by a devil fruit power is hardly unbelievable.

Everyone continues going through the mountain of photographs, all with notes written on the back. There's even a few drawings thrown in the mix that they can only assume were made by Lucky. At the very bottom of the envelope is another, smaller envelope that is specifically addressed to Zeff.

He opens it, finding a very brief letter inside with one sentence, "I have a kid now."

Patty reads it over his shoulder and immediately claps him on the back, "Look at you! You're a grandpa now, you old bastard!"

All Zeff can do is look at the letter and pictures in front of him and smile a little. Seems like he raised that little brat right after all.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Can I request a Raphael x angel MC please 🥺

The Gabriel x Michelle and Lucifer x Michael were so good 😭😭

I'm stuck with you and your scenarios now 😠

You're welcome, dear~! I see my total eclipse of the brain bring some good after all. I hope I will be able to fulfill this request. Rafael is on the verge of being a character I dare write for, but let's try.

It was all your fault, that you make Raphael feel so special, then forget about it, and after all, you died. Lowly, pathetic human being. How dare you? Do you think he will forgive you for this? Tsk. Not only stupid, but naive, too. You are lucky that you chose to be reincarnated in heaven. Maybe there's still a chance for your pitiful soul.

And *maybe* you will repent if stop teasing him and start to suck.

Even though you were below him, licking his piercing and letting him tug at your hair, you knew who was boss. Poor, unaware angel. Blessing? Being the chosen one? Good joke. Only few strokes and his tip was already covered with whitish ooze. You raised an eyebrow and snickered.

“And who is the pathetic one?” 

He grabbed your hair harder. 

“Shut... up. Do your work.”

“Truly pathetic…” Your tongue stroked his trembling manhood. “Swayed so easily.”

“Enough!” 

As you opened your lips once more, he thrusted deep inside your mouth. Smiled vindictively as you chocked. He wanted you to lose your breath, to finally be quiet, and obediently end the act of his ascension. As cruelly, as holy. New madness hitted his insides as you murmured with a trickle of saliva ran down your chin.

“Better…” Those full cheeks, clenched throat and murderous intent in your eyes make you both dirty and perfect. Perfect to be used. Clouded with pleasure, he thought that he found his new favorite toy.

All Raphael stans! Let me redirect you to @livelaughlovesubs and her wonderful fics - here you got first and second part. I assume you've already seen it, if not, check it out~ She can write and catch his personality way better than me

[stevethehairington]

i love you prompts: 98 w/ romantic steddie? 😌

lou!! thank you for sending this in!! ooh this is a good one!!

98. "Take a deep breath"

It’s late when the credits finally start to roll onscreen.

Steve guesses it’s sometime close to midnight, or maybe a little after, but he’d taken his watch off earlier before he’d gotten elbow deep in dirty dish water, cleaning up after the mess they somehow managed to make whipping up a simple dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup. It sits on the kitchen counter, all the way across the room, and the nearest clock in the Munson trailer hangs beside the phone, too far away for Steve to see from his spot on the couch.

He can’t exactly twist in his place to try and catch a better glimpse of it, or get up to fetch his watch either. Not while Eddie leans up against his side, arms crossed over his chest and neck bent awkwardly so his head can rest against Steve’s shoulder, fast asleep.

When they first put the movie on, the two of them had started off on opposite ends of the already pretty small couch, but as it progressed, they’d gradually shifted closer and closer — in the name of sharing popcorn easier, to whisper their movie commentary directly into each other’s ears rather than speak over the film, and, eventually, so it seems, so that Eddie could use Steve as a pillow. 

Not that Steve minded or anything. He liked it, in fact — likes it. Likes having Eddie so close, likes feeling the warmth of his body pressing up against his own, likes the fact that Eddie is comfortable enough with him to let his guard down like this.

Eddie hasn’t been sleeping all that well as of late, so when his head tipped onto Steve’s shoulder a little over half an hour ago, Steve just slouched a little lower to ease the angle of his neck and reached for the remote to turn down the volume. It had been a little hard for him to hear it after that, but he hadn’t really paid it much attention after that point anyways.

Now, though, the movie is over, and it’s late enough that Steve’s verging on overstaying his welcome. He knows he should probably wake Eddie so he can let him know that he’s going and say his goodbyes and head out.

But Eddie just looks way too peaceful. Steve doesn’t want to wake him.

Instead, he decides that he can just leave a note. In case Eddie does wake up to find him gone. He’ll know nothing bad happened to Steve, just that he went home for the night and that they’ll see each other tomorrow — because chances are they will. They hardly went a day without spinning into each other’s orbits now.

Except, Steve doesn’t want to just leave Eddie on the couch either. He knows from personal experience that the Munson’s sofa is not exactly the most comfortable thing ever. Every time he falls asleep on it, he wakes up with a crick in his neck and an ache in his back. He doesn’t want that for Eddie.

His bedroom isn’t far, just down the hall, and Steve will feel a lot better if he gets Eddie to his bed before he leaves. So, he does his best to maneuver out from beneath Eddie, cradling his head as he removes it from his shoulder and lowers it to the cushion instead.

Steve takes a second to roll out his shoulders, then he slips one arm under Eddie’s back and the other behind his knees, which are curled to his side. As carefully as he can, he lifts Eddie from the couch.

Eddie stirs, but he doesn’t wake, thank god. He just smacks his mouth a little and buries his nose into the collar of Steve’s sweater, and Steve lets out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

Eddie’s lighter than he looks, but still pretty heavy, and Steve doesn’t want to drop him, so he takes it slow as he follows the path towards Eddie’s door at the end of the hall. It’s, thankfully, already open, so all he has to do is kick out a foot to push it wide enough to fit through.

The blinds in Eddie’s room are still fucked up — broken enough that the slats droop down in a way that gives the morning sun the perfect opening to shine right in and wake him up before it’s time. Eddie complains about it constantly, but he hasn’t made any sort of attempt to fix them yet, and right now, Steveis grateful for that. The glow of the moon is bright enough to seep in through the gap, providing just enough gentle light that Steve can see where he’s going.

He makes it to the side of Eddie’s bed without issue, and delicately deposits Eddie onto his mattress. Again, Eddie shifts, rolling slightly onto his side, but he still doesn’t rouse.

The blankets are shoved to the end of Eddie’s bed, and Steve stifles a snort at that as he reaches for them and starts to pull them up and over Eddie’s body. He knows Eddie runs cold, so he takes a moment to tuck the corners in and add an extra blanket to the top so that he’s nice and cozy.

Then, unable to help himself, Steve brushes Eddie’s bangs to the side and leans down to leave a soft ghost of a kiss to his forehead.

He’s just starting to straighten up and pull his hand back when quick fingers dart out to curl around his wrist, trapping him there.

Steve freezes, eyes snapping back open to find Eddie, awake, blinking hazily back up at him.

“Steve?” Eddie asks, groggy, still somewhere halfway in between awake and asleep.

“Hey, yeah, it’s me,” Steve whispers. “You fell asleep, I just brought you to your room so you’d be comfortable,” he tells him.

Eddie smiles then, this sleepy, goopy sort of thing that makes something warm settle in Steve’s chest, and he tugs on Steve’s wrist. “C’mere,” he mumbles, and Steve thinks maybe he has something he wants to tell him.

So he leans in closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Eddie tips his chin up, and Steve thinks he’s going for his ear, so he can whisper his sleepsoft secret. Only, his mouth doesn’t go anywhere near Steve’s ear. Instead, it lands against his own in a—

In a kiss.

It’s chaste, tender, just the sweet press of lips against lips. It catches Steve off guard at first, but the surprise settles, and Steve is about to let himself melt into it.

Then the moment shatters.

Eddie jerks back, bolting upright as he scrambles far enough back in his bed that he hits the headboard. His eyes are wide open now, fully alert and not a single trace of sleepiness anywhere on his face as he stares at Steve. His hand, the one he’d had around Steve’s wrist just seconds ago, hovers over his own mouth, like he can’t quite believe what it has just done.

“Oh, oh, fuck,” Eddie chokes out. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m so— I didn’t mean to— fuck, you have to— please don’t—”

“Woah, hey, it’s… it’s alright, Eddie,” Steve says, holding his hands out in what he hopes is a placating gesture. He doesn’t come closer, doesn’t want to frighten Eddie further, but he wants Eddie to know that there’s no reason for him to be so scared. He’s not… he’s not mad. Or upset. Or anything that Eddie probably thinks he is right now. Not even close.

Eddie’s words start to fail him as his breathing begins to hitch, and Steve can see the rapidfire rise and fall of his chest. His eyes are on Steve, but he’s not looking at him. He’s looking through him, like he’s somewhere else right now. Like he’s spiraling into every single bad place his mind can take him right now.

Steve recognizes it for what it is — a panic attack.

“Eddie,” Steve tries, forgetting politeness as he moves to the edge of Eddie’s bed and kneels against the mattress. He reaches out to rest his hand on Eddie’s shoulder — to give him a point of contact, something to focus on. Something to ground him. It’s what usually helps Steve whenever he’s having a panic attack, finding an anchor, to bring him back down.

Eddie’s hand flies out to grasp at Steve’s wrist, and Steve lets him pull it from his shoulder so that he can curl his fingers around Steve’s palm instead. His grip is tight, nails biting into Steve’s skin, but Steve doesn’t care.

“You’re safe,” Steve reassures. “You’re safe and I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie nods, but Steve isn’t so sure his words have reached him. Not when he still looks so panicked, and his breathing is still coming out too fast.

“Hey,” Steve says softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of Eddie’s hand. “Take a deep breath,” he instructs.

Eddie’s eyes settle onto Steve’s face, still hazy but doing better at focusing. Steve smiles at him, nods encouragingly. “Come on, do it with me, deep breath in.”

Steve makes a show of inhaling again, holding up his fingers to count to three before he starts to let it all back out in an exhale. He goes through it twice before Eddie catches on and starts to mirror him.

They follow the pattern until finally Eddie’s breathing returns to normal and the panic seems to subside.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, once Eddie’s shoulders slump and his head drops forward, his hair hanging like a curtain around his face. Steve hasn’t let go of Eddie’s hand yet, and he doesn’t plan to.

Eddie lets out a humorless laugh, but he doesn’t look up. “Depends,” he starts. “Are you going to… to fucking… hit me or shout at me or something?”

Steve’s face screws up, mouth tugging down into a hard frown. “What?” He asks. “Why would I do that? Because you had a panic attack?”

Eddie snorts. “No,” he replies, like he can’t believe that’s what Steve thinks this is about. He stays quiet for a second, two, three. Like he can’t quite bring himself to say it. “Because I— because I kissed you,” he finally breathes.

“Oh,” Steve says softly. He watches Eddie for a moment, doesn’t like that he can’t see his face. He wants to see his face. So, with careful fingers, he reaches out to brush Eddie’s hair back, to tuck it behind his ear.

Eddie’s breath catches as he does, and his gaze flickers up to Steve’s, briefly, before fixing firmly on his lap again.

“Eddie,” Steve starts, “I’m not mad that you kissed me.”

It takes a second for his words to sink in.

When they do, Eddie’s head snaps up. His eyes land on Steve’s, wide and surprised and searching. “You’re not?”

Steve shakes his head. Lets a little smile grace his lips. “Nope,” he confirms. “Not one single bit.”

And, well, in for a penny, in for a pound, right? He shuffles a little closer on his knees, presses further into Eddie’s space. “In fact…” he trails off. Does a little searching of his own. “I wouldn’t mind if you did it again,” Steve finishes after he’s sure that Eddie isn’t going to push him away.

Eddie’s eyebrows lift this time, the pull together. Steve wants to smooth out the little wrinkle that forms between them. 

“Are you… you’re serious?” Eddie asks.

“Serious as a heart attack,” Steve replies.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitches, then a smile breaks out across his face. “Holy shit, you’re serious,” he says, followed by a breathless little laugh.

Steve can’t help but laugh too, and he nods and starts to tug at Eddie’s hand to pull him in this time. “Yeah,” he says. “Now that that’s been established, you think I could get another one?”

Eddie looks at him like he’s won the lottery. “Jesus christ, yes, yes please,” he says, and the hand not caught in Steve’s comes up to bunch into the front of his sweater as he meets him halfway.

It’s a little offcentered, a little overeager on both of their parts, but it’s perfect.

When they break apart, Eddie presses his forehead against Steve’s. “Were you leaving?” He asks.

“I was,” Steve answers. “I don’t want to now,” he admits.

Eddie chuckles and lets go of Steve only just long enough to peel back the covers Steve had so lovingly tucked around him not too long ago.

“So stay,” Eddie says.

With his welcome so graciously extended like that, who is Steve to say no?

So he stays.

100 ways to say i love you prompts

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Imagine Obanai, before becoming a Hashira, getting accused of murder after being caught by some police when he still had his katana out. Some demon had been killing frequently in the village, the same demon Obanai had just killed, but since it had disappeared, inevitably the police figured Obanai was some cannibal or something. They arrested him, putting him in a jail cell unless he was proven innocent.

When he was thrown in, Obanai began panicking. Which was normal, of course. Because this (so-called)criminal had just been caught and incarcerated! There was no worry of his sporadic breathing. Except—

Except now he was clawing at the bars and hyperventilating to the point he seemed unable to breath, tears streaking down his cheeks and staining that peculiar mask of his. One of the police—a woman—walked towards him, concerned.

One of the other police warned her to leave because, despite the fact that they had taken his sword, he could still be very dangerous. But she assured him that this was only a child, that there was no way he could do anything; he was scared, she needed to console him so he could calm down and answer their questions. And so she knelt by the cell, not quite in arm rage of Obanai if he thought to reach out. But instead, he did the opposite, recoiling at her presence. A small whimper escaped him and he curled up in a ball, a hand reaching up and clawing at his mask subconsciously, an overwhelming amount of terror written in his eyes.

“No…” Obanai whispered. His voice was raspy, scratching against the walls. The diminutive word was small but seemed to hold so much emotion that the police approaching him physically stumbled back, worry rising.

“It’s okay… We just need to talk to you,” she murmured, trying on a gentle tone. She had been amongst the ones who didn’t believe he had done anything. After all, there were no traces of blood on his katana. He could’ve wiped it, of course, but then why had he been holding it out in such a stance? “It’s… It’s safe here.”

The words had the opposite effect intended; Obanai scampered back, pressing against the far wall. He shook his head quickly, his hair spinning around him, covering his bicolored eyes. He was shaking, and a quiet sob wrecked his body. He could barely breathe now, memories returning in flashes and overwhelming him. He was stiff, gasping pleads muffled by his bandages. He was sorry, he was sorry, he promised not to run away again, he promised, he would stay, he would stay, he would—

But then he was in familiar arms, a Demon Slayer he’d worked with recently carrying him. They were outside, the sky bright and blue and the air blissfully fresh and cool. The Demon Slayer glanced down, his eyebrows furrowed in concern but relaxing slightly when he noticed that Obanai had awoken.

“It’s okay. I got you out. The Master is taking care of everything, I think,” he reassured him. Slowly, carefully, he set Obanai down, helping him sit. “Maybe we shouldn’t go into cities too often, hm?” he remarked, a tired sort of amusement quirking his lips.

Obanai nodded numbly. He was outside. He was safe.

The Demon Slayer sat beside him, resting a comforting hand on his back. “It’s okay,” he repeated quietly. “You’re okay.”

He was okay.

[sinnabee]

Damn is your Eclipse hot! I keep looking at him, he's gorgeous! Thank you for the good food, compliments to the chef <3

awww thanks so much!!!! you’re so sweet!!!! you’re welcome for the meal - but you know, i think i forgot your drink! are you maybe… a little…. thirsty?

“Don’t be shy, now…”

[bearlytolerant]

[vinkandpaint]

idk my bff rose

[misc-obeyme]

sitting in lucifer's lap while he's doing paperwork, occasionally kissing his cheek and neck, sometimes even biting him. you truly don't want to distract him, but he's just so pretty!!

Ahhh this is like one of my favorite Lucifer scenarios, anon!

(I may have written something similar in this nsfw scene lol.)

BUT let us consider this in a sfw context because I really love it in all iterations.

I think there's something very meaningful about sitting with someone who has some work they have to do. We all know that Lucifer would rather just be spending time focused on you. But he has this obligation and there's no getting around it. So I think that in general, he really appreciates it when you sit with him while he works.

Of course, he is fully aware of the fact that you sitting in his lap is actually going to make his task more difficult. However, he also can't help but allow it. Because when it comes to you, he will always fold. (We all know he's secretly a big softie.)

I think Lucifer really loves to just feel you in a physical sense. He likes the weight of you on his lap. He likes the way you press those sweet kisses to his cheek. He likes when you bite him, too. He has to work, he doesn't really have a choice, but having you in his lap where he can feel you and pretend to be strict about you interrupting him makes it a little less tedious.

It's hard, though, 'cause the more you do stuff like that, the more he wants to abandon that paperwork so he can kiss you into oblivion lol.

I also think it depends on how far into a relationship you are with him. Because Lucifer only puts forward the persona that he is the strict one, the perfect one, the older brother who is responsible and keeps everyone else in line. It's partly pride, but it's part defense strategy, too.

So if he's really comfortable with you, he lets that side of him fall away a little more quickly, a little more readily.

And if you're sitting on his lap, cuddled against his chest, your lips traveling from his cheek to his neck, your teeth nipping at his skin, it's going to take so much effort for him not to give in.

In the end, he does anyway. Because it's you. And no matter what he says, Lucifer will always give in to you.