#lap

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Arkha Corvus

You sit on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Arkha freezes for exactly one second—then his arm settles around your waist, firm and grounding.

“Comfortable?” he murmurs, voice low, unreadable eyes flicking up to meet yours. His thumb absently presses into your hip, a subtle claim. He won’t move you. If anything, he leans back—letting everyone know you’re allowed there.

Enjin

You just plant your cake on his lap. He isnt bothered, he is used to you sitting there as he lights up his cigarette.

His hands are already there, gripping your thighs to steady you. He tilts his head, grin lazy, eyes bright with amusement.

“Guess I’m stuck like this now.” Doesn’t complain. Doesn’t ask you to move. If someone stares too long, he stares back harder.

''Its fine,means i dont have to do paperworks'' He said,grinning.

You're about to stand up

Gris Rubion

You sit down and immediately feel him tense.

''Feeliing the need for attention,ha?''

His hand hovers awkwardly before settling at your lower back, stiff as a board. Ears pink. Jaw clenched. Absolutely losing his mind internally.

“Don’t—don’t move so much,” he grumbles. But when you do try to get up later? His grip tightens. Just a little.

Rudo Serubec (older)

He doesn’t even flinch when you sit on his lap.

Rudo just exhales, tired eyes closing for half a second as his arms come around you. You feel safe there—like the world can’t touch you.

“…You okay?” he asks quietly. Not about the lap. About you.

He rests his chin against your shoulder, solid, steady. If anyone has a problem with it, they can try him.

Zanka Nijiku (older)

“Oh? Oh—OH?” Zanka blinks, then laughs, loud and unbothered.

“Well damn, guess I’m a chair now!” Hands on your waist, confident, warm. He sounds annoyed but he is blushing behind you.

He leans forward, grin sharp. “Careful though. People might get the wrong idea.” Doesn’t move you. Absolutely enjoys the idea they will.

Goka Nijiku

The second you sit down, Goka’s arm snaps around you like a seatbelt. It was his free day from the Hell Guards and he was peacefully reading a book about swordmanship when you came plopping your cake on him.

“Tch. You’re reckless,” he mutters. But there’s a possessive edge to his grip.

He glares at anyone who looks your way, jaw tight. You can feel his heartbeat under you -> fast, controlled.

“Don’t get up yet,” he says quietly as he reads. Not a request.

Tamsy Caines

You sit on his lap and feel him smile before you even see it.

“Well now,” he hums, voice smooth, amused. Hands rest easily on your thighs, too relaxed, too familiar.

“Is this an act of trust… or temptation?” He leans in close, breath warm near your ear.

Either way, he’s enjoying himself far too much.

Bro Santa

He stiffens like a statue.

“…Ah.” That’s it. That’s the reaction.

Then, slowly, carefully, one massive hand settles at your back. He’s blushing. Badly.

“You can… stay,” he says, voice deep and shy. Protective aura kicks in immediately. No one is allowed within five feet of you now except dear, who plopped on your lap,so now its a train.

Delmon Gates

You barely touch down before Delmon’s grip locks you in place. His gaze flicks up, assessing—then approving.

He leans back, one arm draped lazily around you. “You’re safe here.” Sounds reassuring. Sounds like a warning to everyone else.

Follo Tunito

He gasps.

You literally feel him panic.

“H–HEY—?! I mean—are you sure this is—” He’s flustered, hands hovering like he’s afraid to touch you wrong.

Eventually, he relaxes just enough to lightly hold your waist. “…You’re warm,” he whispers, embarrassed. He will never recover from this.

August Stiltza

He looks down at you, expression unreadable.

“…YOOOOOOO! MA GIRLFRIEND JUST CLAIMED MEEEEE” Once you settle he hugs you tightly.

If anyone approaches, his eyes sharpen. You jsut watch him sketch around and listen to his hyper,ADHD, rants.

Zodyl Typhon

You sit on his lap and feel immediate danger.

His lips curl into a slow, predatory grin. “Brave,” he murmurs.

Hands grip your hips—not rough, but certain. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

He doesn’t move you. He lets the tension simmer, eyes never leaving your face. He rest his chin on your shoulder as he watchs the tv

Jabber Wonger

He bursts out laughing.

“HAHA—WHAT, I’M FURNITURE NOW?” Hands slap onto your waist, playful but strong.

He wiggles just to mess with you. bounces his legs up and down ect. “Careful, I might start charging rent.”

All jokes—until someone looks at you too long. Then his smile drops instantly.

Bundus Begalkeit

You sit down and he goes dead silent.

One arm slowly wraps around you, heavy and unyielding. His presence alone feels like a threat.

“…Stay,” he says quietly. Not asking. Deciding.

🐱 LaPerm

📸 Alex Hart

"Miss Sukey and her Nursery" is the title of a hand-coloured mezzotint made by John Raphael Smith in 1772. It shows a young woman holding a swaddled cat on her lap and preparing to feed it with a spoon.