#just want to sit in his lap

[boy-kisser-in-theory]

want to sit on his lap against his chest while he plays video games, just laying my head on his shoulder, maybe playing with the hair by his ears idk

#mlm #mlm yearning #boy kisser #boy kisser in theory #just want to sit in his lap #cuddle me #i want a boyfriend #gay #you can like play videos games and i’ll just sit on your lap against your chest idk #kiss my head #forehead kisses #fluff post #I want a boy #if he called me his boy I’d die #let me play with your hair #let me sit on your lap #fuck #can you tell i’m touched starved?

[uselessnbee]

byler are literally the personification of

"why are they sitting with their backs to each other?"

"they had a fight"

"then why are they holding hands?"

"they get sad when they fight"

it's literally canon i hate them

#byler #they do be having that gay totally platonic break up #and then not even five minutes later they're all touchy #and almost holding hands #and why don't you just sit in his lap Mike i know you want to #they make me sick

[ghouljams]

The Witch makes a bet, Fae!Price shows he can’t be trusted.

It's a beautiful day. Although it usually is. Your ancestors bargained for the patch of Summer your garden occupies ages ago. The front of your house may be battered with the rain of the city, but out back its warm and sunny. You drag a wicker table and stool out to sit in the garden, enjoy the sun. A pitcher of sunshine tea and rose jam cookies act as your company.

You close your eyes, face tilt towards the sun, letting it warm your bones. Your magic purrs like a pleased cat at the ambient energy. You should air out the house.

Price watches you from the fence, it seems he's shown up late. Just in time to enjoy your comfort though. Your pleased little smile, the way your lashes rest against your cheeks, the warmth of the sun radiating off of you. You look like something out of a dream, your shawl pooling at your waist, haphazardly draped over your elbows. He wonders if it's raining on the other side. You prefer that shawl when it rains.

He whistles to draw your attention. Your eyes open slowly, lazy with sunshine as you smile at him. He leans against the gate, coaxes the ivy to cushion him from the iron, and returns your smile.

"Aren't you a pretty picture," His eyes drag over your form now that he's sure you're watching.

"It's a nice day," You tell him, his eyes crease, smile more sincere.

"Wouldn't know, it's cold over here." You hum, nodding a little. You stand from your seat and brush your skirt back into place before going in to the house. It's a funny quirk you have, disappearing in the middle of conversations. Price wonders if it's just him or if you do this to your clients as well. You return with another stool and set it on the other side of the table. A second tall glass is placed next to the pitcher.

Price takes a step back from the gate as you walk towards it. You stop and seem to take another moment to think through what you're doing. He wonders what goes through your mind sometimes. You're so smart, so stuffed full of knowledge. He'd love to help you empty it out, stuff you full of something more deserving.

"Would you join me for a snack?" You ask, voice just at the edge of unsure, "Just until the cookies are gone?" It's conditional, time sensitive, it's hardly a debt, but it's an ask, and you feel the weight of a tether hook between you two. It doesn't hurt as much as you'd thought it would.

Price's hand unlatches the gate and swings it open, and you think you've made a terrible mistake as he crosses your threshold with all the hungry grace of a wolf.

You settle your jumping heart beat, when he doesn’t immediately reach to devour you. He’s almost peaceful as he latches the gate behind him, shaking out the sting of iron from his fingers. You know better than to trust the fae, you know better than to trust him.

“You mind if I smoke?” He asks, settling on the stool you’d brought out for him. You shake your head.

“No, be my guest.” He smiles at you, and you hurry to take your seat again as he tugs a cigar from his pocket. You pour his glass full of tea, topping up your own while you’re at it. Your stomach churns nervously, the sun suddenly too hot on your prickling skin. What would your mother say if she knew you’d invited a strange man into the garden? Past all your wards, past the threshold that’s taken generations to build... She’d be pissed.

Price shakes a match to snuff it, and lowers his cigar with a river of smoke. You do your best not to stare, not to appear too watchful of him if only so he doesn’t think you rude.

“I’m not going to eat you,” He must have caught you staring.

“It would be very rude if you did,” You tap your finger against the table as an outlet for your nerves. Price hums, non-committal.

“You’re warded to hell and back,” He says plucking a cookie from the top of the floral patterned plate, he looks it over, inspecting the sweet before popping it in his mouth, “wouldn’t be able to do it even if you were under my teeth.”

You think his estimation of your abilities is rather flattering. Not that you doubt your own magic, but you’re fairly certain nothing would protect you if you were that close. It’s a nice thought, but you’re desperate to tell him he’s wrong.

“As if you wouldn’t try it even with the wards.”

Price smiles, hardly turning his head to look at you. You’ve never seen smoke like the kind that wisps off his cigar, heavy. It falls from his lips when he smokes it, threading between his teeth like water. You wonder if it’s the smoke, or just the atmospheric weight of him. Price’s presence pressing down everything that isn’t eager to oppose it.

“I like to think I have more self control than that,” He tells you evenly, “How about a bet? Your wards against my will power.”

“Not a very good bet.” You grumble.

“I have confidence in both,” He taps the ash off his cigar, crushing the loose embers under his boot, “you have my word I won’t hurt you, won’t even put a penalty on the wager.” You hum. Not entirely tempted to engage with the offer. Especially when it sounds like Price has no clear “win” scenario.

Either your wards break his bite, or he doesn’t do anything to engage the wards. Even a loss for both of you doesn’t net him any gain. He loses a friendly witch, and suffers the consequences of a major brief in guest behavior.

“Whats the wager?” You ask, suspicion in your voice. You’d try harder to cover it, but you want him to hear. You don’t trust him.

“One minute in my lap,” He holds up a finger to emphasize the number, “No penalty, no prize, let me show you how strong you are.”

You don’t like the heat in his eyes, don’t like the longing in your skin to be touched by him again. You bite the inside of your cheek, worrying it as you think. Sounds easy enough, sounds short enough that you could get away if you really needed. They’re not empty compliments either, the fae can’t lie. So why does Price’s confidence make you nervous? You nod your head once, a short jerk, and push up from your stool. You stand in front of Price, and he pats his thigh.

You settle on his lap and his arm loops around you, holding you tight against his chest. You try not to shudder, feeling him turn his head to keep the smoke he exhales off of you. He brushes hair away from your neck, and you tip your head to keep away from the burning end of his cigar, baring your neck for him. “Atta girl,” He tells you low in your ear. You don’t know what you expect when his nose presses against your rapid pulse. His beard tickles your neck, makes you shiver and shake with anticipation as he seems to rest there and just... breathe.

You do your best to keep your mind on your own breaths, the short and rapid rise and fall of your chest so stark when you can feel the broad, calm, expansion of Price’s against your back. His lips just brush your skin, his exhale touches you more than them, but all you can think about is his mouth. The teeth waiting to gobble you up just behind those maddening lips. You shift in his lap, trying to find some give in his iron grip, a way to wiggle your throat away from his teeth. You still, eyes going wide at the hard press of his cock under you. Heat rushes through you, your face feels hot, can he feel the heat that bursts over your skin from where he’s pressed against your neck?

“Price,” You breathe, try to breathe. He hums, drags his nose further up your neck to bump against your jaw.

“Just a little more, witch.” He tells you, his grip on you tightening to keep you from wiggling out of place.

He releases you and you tumble off his lap, fingers digging into the dirt to ground yourself. Everything is too bright, the blood rushing in your ears too loud. Price stands from his seat, his shadow looming over you as you tremble on the edge of something.

“I’m rescinding my welcome,” You tell him, feeling the tether break. Price hums behind you, snuffs his cigar on the plate holding the cookies.

“You’ve been a gracious host,” He responds evenly, his voice dragging over your skin like silk before he’s gone and you’re left alone in your garden.

#Fae!Price #captain john price #captain price #john price #john price x reader #John price x you #x reader #oh to be a naive witch in Price's lap #he's trying to fuck you girl!! #stop taking his bait you're supposed to be the smart one! #Price you absolute bastard when will it be my turn #this whole thing is just me wanting to sit on his lap and have him scent me #the witch scrubs her skin in the shower after this but she can still feel him on her #and every fae she passes on the street gives her a wide berth #they can all smell Price's claim

[englishlotusflower]

Elrond would have been the bestest grandpa ever and the fact that he never got the opportunity to be so is a Crime.

#elrond #silmarillion #lotr #Fight me #You cannot change my mind #He would have been so sweet and soft with these tiny little babies of his babies #He would have loved them so much and spoiled them and let them sit on his lap while he does important things #Imagine Elrond just sitting there and patiently explaining what each plant does and what's in every book and what his clothes are made of #And where rivendell comes from and everything a curious bb can come up with #And helping his grandkids to make presents for their parents and aaaa #i have so many feels about this okau #I just want Elrond to have granddad time and Arwen waited too long and the twins apparently just didn't #Also the twins are the bestest uncles ever but are always fighting glorfindel and erestor over it #rivendell

[svibian]

231202 | Xiao Zhan Studio Weibo

#xiao zhan #the untamed cast #mxtxnet #cdramasource #asiandramasource #nyx4 #* #*xiao zhan #these pics are going to be my last straw i swear #i just want to sit in his lap is that too much to ask

[skitskatdacat63]

Thank you f1 for being canon compliant and putting Fernando in his habitual Santa suit

#its so funny seeing this bcs its like yeah of all drivers ofc he'd be santa #old man duties and all that 🥱 #but then think abt how theres pics from his ferrari yrs of him genuinely in that exact costume #i think actually they should dress up Fernando more #if you look at old pics theyre always making him wear silly things #yeah yeah the boss photos #but there is a severe lack of weird fernando costume pics as of late #you cant see it but theres actually a speech bubble of him saying: #alright who wants to sit on santa's lap first #and boom there is an immediate line #guys what do you think is in his bag 🤭🤭 #just. only kimoa merch #i loved seeing people on reddit say his secret santa gift was very thoughtful #and like yeah sure he knows that charles is getting into padel. but like. its literally his brand. #in that bag is just padel rackets. and if you dont play padel then you instead get a personalized padel lesson from papa nando- #aaaah i rly like the way they drew him in this very cute very accurate #(also man makimg me wish i drew somw weird vett//onso christmas art of them as santa and elf 🙄🙄🙄) #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso

[shima-draws]

I’m not even at WCI yet so I don’t even have context but my brain won’t shut up about Sanlu Forbidden Romance where Luffy sneaks in to the Vinsmoke mansion (or wherever the hell they’re keeping Sanji) so he can tenderly kiss him under the moonlight. I am unwell

#Sanlu #Lusan #One Piece #Sanji #Luffy #Black Leg Sanji #Monkey D Luffy #And my favorite very self indulgent headcanon: Luffy being stupidly absurdly possessive esp since Sanji’s currently engaged #So he leaves um. Well you know. Marks. Everywhere :)))) #Sanji: NOT that high I don’t want Pudding-chan to see— #Luffy: Well I do. Sanji is mine and I want her to see my marks :) #Sanji: 😳😳😳 #Sanji: (Hope this doesn’t awaken something in me) #(Hint: it does) #The Vinsmokes are 100% unaware Sanji is secretly kissing his boyfriend while their backs are turned. It’s quite excellent #Pudding: He’s so obsessed with me it’s pathetic 🙄 #Meanwhile Sanji is currently sitting in Luffy’s lap kissing him silly #Luffy scaling a massive castle wall just to sneak in through Sanji’s window every night. #THE PINING. Luffy secretly panicking bc Sanji’s really gonna get married soon isn’t he. #Sanji just wanting to leave but he can’t 😔 #Luffy: Run away with me? #Sanji: 🥺🥺🥺😭 #CRAWLING UP THE WALLS I’M INSANE RN. I AM SO UNWELL #Shima speaks #SORRY I CAN’T BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM EVER. NEVER EVER

[sunkissedlouis]

#HE!!!!! #i just want to sit on his lap u_u #louis #sunshine #also again one of my fave fits of his #coffee beer and cigs #ok its almost 2am im finally sleepy gn

[stewykablooey]

That Being Said. i think if kendall and stewy started dating Now, they would honestly go about it in The most ridiculous way. like they would pull a ‘historians believed that they were very good friends’ on themselves. would never name it would never admit it would act like a couple but insist there’s nothing going on would never even acknowledge it at all. theyd never be apart but they would also never move in together, theyd just spend all their time with each other but have separate homes that they never use. and then at age 80 they retire to a mansion by the sea and die in each others arms ten years later without ever giving any explanation

#i have thought about this an embarrassing amount #i dont think anything would stop them from spending the rest of their lives together if they wanted to #i just dont think they could be normal about it #the Mess they would be as a couple lmao #just the mix of the repression and the internalized homophobia and the fact that they really do hate each other a lil bit #the gaslighting would be amazing #im talking like someone asking how long theyve been dating and they both go ‘what are you talking about’ #while stewy is quite literally sitting in kendalls lap playing with his hair #mwah #kenstewy #m

[imthursdaysyme]

Arthur and Gwen at a sports game

#drawing #art #digital art #arthur pendragon #gwen #guinevere #arwen #merlin bbc #arthur looked at her with big ass eyes and was like pls I wanna sit with you #and she was like ofc babe come sit just if you crush me to death you're carrying me home #and he's like I'd carry you all the way home even if you were completely at full health babe #all his friends are like uhm you are.so far from the game man #and Arthurs like the fuck is it to your dumbass I can see and hear just fine #and they're like but like why are— #and he's like bc you dumb fucks I wanna be with my WIFE #and then gwens friends are like babe would you please tell him no #and she's like duh I tell him no all the time but like why would I now? and like she's literally holding his big ass on her lap #and they're like tell him to get off of you #and she's like but…..but I want him with me #and they're like oh god how can two people be so equally whipped for each other y'all are fucki g ridiculous

[gojooooo]

sukuna begging yuuji to take him back because he wants to feel his emotions again instead of his own emptiness and nothing but the closeness they once had is enough for him. and when yuuji does, because he feels incomplete as well without sukuna, he spawns into the domain again and walks around the familiar place, hesitantly calling out sukuna’s name to confirm he’s really there. “sukuna…?”

“…kozō” he hears in return, fondness in the tone, and when he looks up at where he remembers the throne to be he sees a face so similar to his staring down at him with a smile, a hand immediately reaching out to slick the pink hair back. after everything they went through there’s no reason to keep dancing around it – they belong to each other.

#cue yuuji starting to cry because his kuna is back #maybe he can keep the arms and mouths but i need yuujikuna back sorry T_T #they bask in the comfort for a while sukuna sitting on his throne with yuuji on his lap and when they hold hands yuuji obviously goes #“hm i almost forgot what having two pinkies was like” and sukuna sighs “stop being dramatic you have three more now” #sukuna kissing every scar on yuuji’s face and affectionately running his thumb on the ones under his eyes because they’re on there again <3 #would sukuna inherit yuuji’s scars i think the answer is no bc he didn’t have them before but i like to think that he can do whatever he #wants. bc people thought he used yuuji’s face just to spite him which is so diabolical of him hehe #or maybe at first he was forced to wear yuuji’s face and couldn’t restore his true self because he was only a few fingers #and if he comes back and yuuji welcomes his presence instead of resisting it/restraining him then he’s free to look as he pleases #i could talk about this all day it’s so fascinating to me #and the fact that gege changes sukuna’s tattoos mask etc all the time does nawt help but it’s fun #my post

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love having cats. there's just a Little Guy in my house that i can go annoy when i'm bored

#she's my bestie she's my nemesis she's my comedy partner she's my little meow meow #i poke her she smacks me #i say hi she makes an unholy noise in return #i crochet she sits in my lap and watches #i freak out bc theres a spider & she eats it #and when i keep my door closed for more than five seconds she yowls and scratches like she's been exiled #she truly is The Most Cat Ever #except also not bc she acts more like a person. shes too smart #absolutely unprompted #sorry im just feeling Affection for my small ginger menace #she is currently crouching on the rug trying to Entice me into shenanigans #ohhhh nvm she just brought one of her toys into the room. she wants me to throw it so so badly #get you a cat who plays fetch #and Wont Stop Staring oh my god i can feel her eyes boring into the back of my skull #she's just staring at me from the hallway. menacingly #her tiny murder paws.... her weirdly strong tail that hurts when it slaps me in the face... big ol ears... pink nose... She <3 #i've never had a cat with such a strong personality #sorry *purrsonality #her range of expressions and vocals... unparalleled #helped me carry a bit for a full five minutes a lil bit ago #meowed back in all the right places with the right tone #she knows whats up <3

[crystalline-teeth]

the way i shed a single tear upon seeing this

#i must be very very deprived #because ive never teared up just looking at him like this #fuck he looks so good please #james hetfield #metallica #papa het #my face. ur crotch #i need it #to just rest my face against his thigh 🥴 #i wanna sit on his lap and put my head on his shoulder #want him to have an arm around me and keep me secure #im gonna go home and sob into my pillow

[itwoodbeprefect]

in due south 3x03 "i coulda been a defendant" when brothers in arms by dire straits hits, and then they play it nearly in full... talented. brilliant. incredible. all those other things lady gaga said.

#that episoooode. when they have the guy (bruce) in the interrogation room and he keeps folding shapes out of paper #and they couldn't have made him MORE obviously autistic if they'd tried and ray keeps trying to grill him but it doesn't work #and then fraser asks to talk to bruce. and he just sits with him. hands on the table chin on hands #an unusual position for fraser! a very deliberately non-threatening position! and he tries to nudge some information out of bruce #but bruce doesn't want to talk (his brother told him it's dangerous! he's in danger!) so then. fraser asks if he can try #with the paper and the folding. and the LOOKS bruce has right after that just. ughhh. it gets to me #shocked. shyly pleased. genuinely surprised that someone is willing to engage with his interest. #there are SO many little moments in that episode that punch me in the heart every time but that bit!! oof. oh man. #and then later when fraser is pulled away by ray and dief nudges under bruce's arm and puts his head in bruce's lap and gently says uruwr!! #dief for best character!!! that's not news but still important!!! #* #due south

[ssamorganhotchner]

it just occurred to me that thomas gibson probably calls hazel a good girl and now i wanna throw myself down a flight of stairs.

#i’ve never wanted to be a dog so bad #like i always say that but wtf #and she gets to sit in his lap?? #AND LAY IN HIS BED??? #🥲 #please just let me have this #let be me hazel #let me be happy #sigh 😪 #thomas gibson #not cm

[zappedbyzabka]

:) :) :)

#Billy’s leg practically on Tony’s THANK GOD! #It’s just like. this is how subtle Johnny is when he wants to sit in his lap #He could have given him some room but he said NO I want our thighs to cuddle #And Ron’s leg is under Tony’s w #They’re so close THEY’RE SITTING SO CLOSE #I know they had to but I’m so #I’m so GRAHHHHHHH #Just wish Chad were there #og cobras #Cobra ot5 #Tony’s o’dell #ron thomas #rob thomas #William Zabka