#they fell asleep holding hands

[deadsquirrelaftermidnight]

A sort of sequel to an art piece I made a while back for the sfw blog.

Headcanon time: Rosie has poor circulation and is cold all the time. The bigger Al gets, the more body heat he has. So she sleeps as close as possible to him, every chance she gets. If not flat out on top of him.

[zephyrchama]

(Obey Me! Barbatos x reader with no gender mentioned.)

(Some very intimate Barbatos fluff for his birthday! Posting one evening early for the American crowd as it's already his birthday in Japan.)

You hadn't realized how late it was.

With the Devildom sky being in a constant state of darkness, hours could easily slip by unnoticed. Barbatos' birthday dinner had wrapped up long ago. You offered to stay and help tidy things up. Afterwards, the two of you retreated to his bedroom to converse over drinks.

The time displayed on your D.D.D. was shocking. You should have gone home ages ago. It wouldn't be safe for a human to walk the streets at this hour, so you asked, "Is it okay if I spend the night?"

Barbatos responded, with no hesitation, "Of course. I'll prepare a guest room for you immediately."

You shook your head and put out an arm to stop him from getting up. "I can't ask you to work more on your birthday. What if... I stayed with you tonight?"

Barbatos contemplated the idea with a sip of tea. "I would like that very much." A smile crept onto his face, gradually becoming the biggest one you had seen all day. "Are you sure you can handle it? I must say, with all the pampering I've received today, I'm in a rather selfish mood."

--

It turns out, there really is a bed in one of the many nooks of Barbatos' room. It was on the smaller side, with sufficient room for one butler, but a smidge too tight to fit a couple. It was expertly arranged with layers of fluffy comforters and two sets of pillows, as if Barbatos foresaw this turn of events.

"Make yourself at home."

Barbatos briefly excused himself and left the room, giving you time to change into borrowed pajamas. They were his signature turquoise. Long and loose and flowy robes that crossed in the front with a belt to tie the fabric around one's waist. They made it easy to slide into bed where you nested into the soft sheets. They were sparkling clean and smelled of fragrant detergent with a hint of Barbatos' natural odor.

"Now then, if you'll pardon me."

You hadn't heard him return. The mattress suddenly shifting made your heart skip a beat. It got warmer under the covers. You lifted your head to get a glimpse of the birthday boy but he quickly took that as an invitation entwine his fingers in your hair. Round nails grazed against the top layer of your scalp as your face got pressed into the curve of his neck. You felt a peck on your head.

"As you can see, my bed is narrow. Allow me to make some adjustments." Barbatos intended to make maximum use of the minimal space. All in the name of comfort, his leg went between yours, thigh rubbing against thighs. A hand coiled around your midsection, tucking itself under the robe's belt and pulling your waist against his. Your bodies were so close that a third person could probably fit.

The fingertips in your hair trailed down your ear, around to your collarbone, down your arm. Raising goosebumps along their path. Barbatos threaded his slim fingers into yours and placed a kiss upon your hand. "If this bothers you, do stop me."

You shook your head, nuzzling into his neck. It took some time to discover the grooves in his body where you fit the best. He worked his way back up your arm with his mouth, retracing the route he just took. Some spots he would only exhale over. Some spots he would part his lips and sample your taste with the tip of his tongue. He was making it hard to sleep.

Through all the doting, you nudged your face up and softly peeped, "Hey, Barb?"

He reluctantly came to a stop at once. The pressure on your back loosened, his grip let go. A resigned sigh escaped next to your ear, so full of yearning yet so faint you could have imagined it. You placed a hand on his cheek, brushing back the long strands of hair on the side of his face. Barbatos touched his forehead to yours. Deep emerald eyes seemed to shine in the dark. You wondered if they glowed.

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday."

Barbatos froze. This was not what he expected. Aside from his chest subtly rising and falling with each breath, he was a complete statue. You let him process the simple sentence, content to gaze into his astonished expression and play with his hair. His skin heated up. A pink blush overtook his whole body. Months of conditioned restraint had to be fought back before he wholeheartedly embraced you.

His weight dug your legs into the soft blankets. Everything felt plush. Barbatos grabbed a fistful of fabric along your midriff and placed kisses on your nose, your eyelids, your lips, whilst you were busy laughing at the onset of affection. The mattress shifted again, the covers slid. When finally you could catch your breath, you were laying face up, eye-to-eye with the demon on top of you.

"I cannot imagine a better gift," he cooed.

[hajihiko]

You should draw it

It looked like this

[didderd]

lil drawing i did a bit ago for @sans-guy and forgot to post :3

[ursachaotic]

Sillies 🥰

[goblinkingsart]

Peaceful mornings with you

[nerosdayinanime]

At the end of the world or the last thing I see You are never coming home, never coming home Never coming home, never coming home And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever going to haunt me

Never coming home, Never coming home

[str4ngr]

hold on tight [ miguel o’hara ]

lil bit of a ramble, no capitalism

cw: gn! reader, fluff, a lil angst but not yk? essencially angst w/ comfort

patience was always something miguel struggled with. whether it be with the coffee machine, the elevator, or an anomaly, he was unbelievably impatient. it was impressive, how much effort it took for him to actually learn- well, to deal with waiting would be more accurate. running errands, shouting, eating, all some of his favorite pass times.

until you.

oh, you. you were the one that made every thirty-four hour shift feel like nothing when he got to see your smile. you were the one that never broke when he tried to bend you, deescalating, compromising, understanding. you were the one who blushed so perfectly when his heart fell from his lips unto yours, alluring eyes shining in adorable romance as looked at him.

romance was hard for a man like him. one who never really experienced such sweetness for such an extensive time, he almost forgot. what he certainly did have, was fear.

how else should he feel when his heart starts to race when he walks with you? there was no threat, apart from maybe a chihuahua, but regardless, the metaphor "a walk in the park", was a metaphor for a reason, right? so what was this... absurd jittering? the sweaty palms, the hyper focused vision, the powerful smell of your shampoo... your shampoo? no, that was your conditioner. he knew the difference. He knew the difference of each hair product, the frizz the sticks out from the back of your head when you rush to dry your hair. 

oh but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. no matter what you said, the way you shifted under his burning gaze, timid and flustered as his eyes bloomed with unfathomable degrees of adoration as he held every feature of your face in his eyelids. he couldn’t get past the eerie tingling the crawled from his fingertips to his shoulders, making the hairs. on his arm grow as he realized just how close your knuckles were to his. 

your hand looked so warm, soft. just so perfect to hold.

but could he? could he hold onto you if the world dissolves again? could he ever trust himself-

a warmth so familiar yet new enveloped his hand. calming, mind bogglingly, comforting, was your touch as you gently clasped his hand, your palm meeting his as your eyes avert from his. painting of rosy cheeks, shy eyes as you smile softly, your thumb running over his rough knuckles, squeezing his hand softly. 

miguel could hold onto you. so he squeezed back.

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crying a lil bit

omfg this took me so long to figure out.

about the angst... it will hopefully be out by early september!!

directory.

[yeniihuenii]

quelling nightmares

[so-much-for-subtlety]

Scared to touch edibles after I had one that was intended for palliative care patients and I thought it was 2.5 mg which isn’t very strong but it was actually to 2.5 GRAMS not milligrams and it was in a capsule form so I didn’t taste anything…usually edibles kick in after 30 minutes but I didn’t feel anything so I had another 2.5 “mg” long story short I took a whole week off of work…be careful y’all

the first edible I ever had were brownie that I made myself, and I don't know how strong they were but I had a really really bad experience too lol. I made the same rookie mistake of thinking nothing was happening and had another slice. I was watching a movie when it kicked in and I went from very giggly to full on existential crisis over about 45 minutes.

[thecubes]

im gonna start throwing things

[beeholyshit]

"The Moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't It....?"

[avatardoggo]

i held a man’s hand today

[imfrom-neptune]

AahHHhHahahshdjkdkfhff

(Translation: I’m really gay)

[bewitched-08]

When a baby doesn’t want to let go of you 🥺

[beesholmes]

sherlock holmes loves sibelius violin concerto the most but he plays tchaikovsky vc more regularly bc john loves it