HOLY, HOLY.

ind. lucifer. penned by ash.

[primarchfallen]

how greedy could he be? 

lucifer wasn’t sure. had once been created to be free of vice and yet the one that sits across his lap like a lazy cat brings him further into sloth, wants to lay across him and join him in that warmth like the cat he knows he himself is. there’s something about the fact that they can just lay about, that really gets him. something about the ease in which he moves, so that he can push belial to lay on top of him, between his legs and running his fingers against the muscles of his back, tracing scars he knows are there. 

“Have I ever told you you’re beautiful?” lucifer speaks softly, as though if he speaks too loud it’ll spook the other.

@viceruin

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he wonders how many times he’s seen the other like this.

lucio was so unlike him, so unlike lucilius. he was radiant, warm like the sun when he wanted to be and it was that warmth that draws lucifer to him. the warmth that brings him to now, where his fingers curl against the nape of the other angel’s neck, presses forehead to lucio’s.

“I apologize for being so forward... Your presence is calming.” it’s murmured again, quietly spoken as if it was only meant to be heard between the two of them, and no one else. lucifer pulls away after a moment, eyes searching lucio’s for any kind of negative, the curiosity nearly killing him of what the other thinks of such a forward advance.

@eveofseduction

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deft fingers come to interlock with the primarch’s - gentle, even though calloused from years of swordsmanship. he doesn’t have to ask anymore, to be able to hold the other’s hand. there’s something freeing about that thought alone that makes him hum softly, coming to drag his lips against the back of the other’s hand. 

he does it again but this time, keeps his lips pressed to warm skin, reveling in the fact that he’s foregone his gloves and can feel sandalphon’s skin against his. he wants to stay here - forever, if he can, and he wants to be able to know this feeling forever.

“Hopefully the captain has no need for you.” easy murmur against his skin, before kisses trail up the other’s arm and onto his cheek, “I believe it’s time for me to get a bit selfish with your presence.” 

@eclipticas

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eclipticas replied to your post: eclipticas replied to your post: ...

haha…. does he f

does he what 

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eclipticas replied to your post: im just sayin  lucifer fucks 

:flushed:

yes, my love? 

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yall i turn 23 tomorrow

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mcbigbro replied to your post: im just sayin  lucifer fucks 

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look away sonboy 

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aethrshot replied to your post: im just sayin  lucifer fucks 

But is he a top or bottom tho?

oh he’s a top but i’m a firm believer in that every top occasionally needs to get the life sucked outta them

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so does beelzebub but we all been knew that 

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im just sayin 

lucifer fucks 

[chaosdecay]

hello this is babusan and is a sideblog to @primarchfallen​ so please expect follows to come from there! thank you!

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hello this is babusan and is a sideblog to @primarchfallen​ so please expect follows to come from there! thank you!

[primarchfallen]

guide > take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

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gentle, fingers thread through his own and make him wonder what exactly sandalphon has to show him. it’s a tug, easy and the warmth of the other’s fingers makes him feel warm, all the way up his arm and to his chest.

he wonders if this is what it feels like. 

the warmth that settles in his chest and in his belly, the way that it covers him, blankets him, eyes watching the primarch of the skies with such rapt attention. he wonders if, a long time ago, this was how sandalphon felt to be led by him - then, shakes the thought, because there’s the slighest of smiles on the brunet’s face and he can’t help but return it, shy and gentle like his hand in the other’s. 

he wonders if this is what love feels like. to be led, gently, easily, happily, towards the sun.

[memetaped]

slice of life starters prompts featuring slice of life scenarios. 

i made your favorite.   

i’ll be right here when you’re ready to talk. 

hey there, you gave me quite a scare. 

you’re warm. are you feeling okay?

you got a little something on your face. 

shh, shh. you’re sick. accidents happen.

would a hug make it better?

watch the attitude.

don’t you know how much i love you?

you’ll always be my kid. nothing will change that.

come over here and give me a hug.

you’ll always be my family. nothing will change that.

this is how you tie a tie. 

you are enough. 

i love you. don’t forget that.

nice try, but i know you’re awake.

it’s amazing! i’m so proud of you.

you’re grounded.

pinky promise?

don’t say that about yourself.

you were so brave.

everything okay? you were talking in your sleep.

go to your room.

please tell me what’s bothering you.

it’s way past your bedtime.  

honey, it’s important to tell me these things. 

you come up with the best ideas.

we’re out of (food / drink item). 

you’re sick. you need to stay in bed. 

you were exhausted. i had to carry you to bed. 

is that a flashlight under your pillow?

slow down. start from the beginning.

is this movie too scary for you?

that wasn’t very nice.

i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.

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gonna do some writing so if u'd like a starter pls like this post!!

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‘ don’t stop looking. ’

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as if he could - as if eyes can so easily be taken off of the other when he can’t, truly.

he can’t, because everything belial does enraptures him, paints a story with his fingers, his hands, with every move of his lips and every sound to come from his mouth, whether it be the wisdom lucifer knows he holds or something frivolous and easy. 

lucifer wonders where he learned to speak so easily. he found words hard, something he can’t string together the same way that belial could and he wonders if the silver tongue of his is ever dropped, or if it simply was the way he is. 

he doesn’t know - all he knows is that his eyes will not leave the other, watches him. his eyes don’t show it but it feels as if he tears his gaze away, even for a moment, then belial would disappear, or if he stops looking he, himself will disappear, and he refuses to let that happen again.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.