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boliv-jenta · 8 months

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Max Lord x ofc, Dave York x f!reader, Javier Peña x f!reader, Dave York x Javier Peña

WC:4.7k

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. F!receiving oral. M/M hand jobs. Double penetration. Dave York. Filth.

Summary: Dave York is a menace.

And It Just Keep Getting Better

Part 4: Three's Good Company

"Mrs Lord? I had to put one of Dave's guests in one of the spare rooms. She enjoyed herself a little too much and had been on a crash diet to look her best." Kyle called down to the front desk. Mrs Lord thanked him, and he heard her mutter something about Dave needing to come with extra warnings.

Kyle didn't mind working at the motel. He was one of the few men here who hadn't crossed over into sex work but the pay was still good. Santos passes him on the balcony carrying a tray of food for the latest victim of Dave York's libido. Like him, Santos is just here to work. The same goes for Dio, who does the housekeeping as part of his community service. Ricky, another young guy, helps out with maintenance now that Joel has proven himself a very welcome addition to the team of men the motel offers. Paul, who tends bar. The motel is teetotal so no-one makes any choices out of Dutch courage but Paul makes incredible mocktails.

The music becomes louder as he walks closer to the party. Omar's voice is muffled by the walls. Omar was a man of many talents. A boxer, a DJ, and very popular with the guests despite his tendency to come across as a cocky asshole. Reaching the party, Kyle peers through the side window. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Santos' appetisers have gone down well. People are chatting and dancing. Some with their potential partners for the night. Some with each other. It seems like it might be a calm, quiet night for him. There's still the chance he might be called for muscle cramps, back spasms, and sprains from over ambitious positions.

It's then he notices Din soff to the side of the bar standing firm. Din is a big, intimidating guy, so he usually tries his best to make his body language non-threatening. Following his eyeline, Kyle saw what had the big guy on edge. Dave is back in circulation, and he is standing in a group of women with Javier at his side. Javier's grip on his glass is noticeably tight as Dave pours on the charm.

Dave and Javier shared a wall and they are the most competitive bastards going. They are both ex-government agents. Both thoroughly enjoy their new job. They out earn all the other men here as they take work almost every night. Oberyn and Dieter come a close third and fourth, due to the fact that they actually like to take time off to indulge their other hungers. Luckily, Javier usually knew where to draw the line when they get competitive with clients. Dave's moral compass was a little less accurate in its directions. Kyle had dealt with a lot of the fallout from that, mild bruises and friction burns from Dave going a little too rough when he's asked to be.

The motel was more than you hoped for. The atmosphere was lively, the DJ was on fire. The volume was just low enough to have a conversation. The first man you spoke to was gorgeous. A deep tan, soft curly hair, warm inviting eyes. His orange shirt was unbuttoned low, inviting your eyes to his chest. The collar bones peeking out made you want to bite them and his long neck. Then he started to talk. He was charming enough but he just seemed too…sweet.

Finding yourself single at forty-five and suddenly thrust into the dating scene was, well, shocking. All the men you met seemed to want a mother not a partner. You needed a man that could go toe to toe with you. One that can stimulate your mind as well as your body. One that could handle your needs that had only seemed to grow with age. One that would give you exactly what you ask for or take control of you when needed.

The way the man in the blue shirt looks at you, with an almost challenging glint in his eyes, makes you feel like you may have found someone worthy of you. He holds your gaze as he chats idly to the young woman in front of him. His hand finds her lower back as she laughs at her own story. The group around him laughs too, he doesn't react, he just keeps holding your gaze. There's something about the look on his face that drives you feral. Every inch of your body wants him but you don't want to make it too easy for him. Crossing the space between you approach the man on his right, laughing as he finishes a well time story. Introducing yourself to him first you see Blue Shirt's nostrils flare. Javier, as he tells you, takes your hand to kiss the back of it. The woman to your left clearly bristles at the attention he gives you as Dave, as Javier told you, tenses. Javier gives you a knowing smirk as he returns his attention to the woman.

After your little show Dave invites you to dance. You're barely on the dance floor before he pulls you tight to him, giving you a good idea of what is going on under that blue shirt as you press against him. With his lips almost on the shell of your ear he whispers "So you like to play games?"

Pulling back you look dead into his cold eyes and reply "No. I like to win them."

It certainly felt like winning as Dave's tongue curled inside of you. It strokes up your walls, exciting every nerve ending it touches. It's almost your own personal paradise as the man between your legs expertly draws you closer to orgasm by the second. Until the steady thumping begins against the wall above your head. Dave's eyes had been glued to the mess he was making between your legs and of you. Now they burned a hole in the wall.

"Everything okay?" You ask him sweetly as if you don't know exactly what's going on.

"Fine." He grunts against your folds as the thumping gets louder and is accompanied by Javier's name being chanted.

"Really because you seem to be more interested in what's going on next door." Amusement laces your tone.

"No, of course not." Dave huffs as he buried two fingers inside you.

A curl of his thick fingers makes you gasp. The sound is lost as Javier picks up the pace next door. Dave scowls and doubles down on his efforts to make you come.

The way he curls his fingers is blissful but not enough to distract you. "It's okay. I'm enjoying it. Why don't you invite them over? We can all play nice?"

Dave stops in his tracks a heavy frown on his face until you see the thought work through his brain and he breaks out into a grin.

The woman, Amber, maybe, (she did tell you her name you were far too distracted by a very naked and still erect Javier entering the room to take note) was a screamer. For the way Javier was fucking her deeply from behind you could get why but it was getting a bit much. Especially when she started throwing the word 'Papi' around. Dave looked like he wanted to pull out of you and choke her with his dick so she would shut the hell up.

Without much convincing Dave had gone next door and convinced them to join you.

"Fun!" Maybe Amber had exclaimed before getting on all fours next to you as you remained laying where Dave had left you not too far from your peak. Javier gave your body an approving once over over before slamming himself back into Amber with so much force that your teeth chattered on her behalf. Dave was busy getting a condom as Javier practically eye fucked you. His attention was solely on you as he drilled Maybe Amber from behind. The tension between you built until Maybe Amber screamed and clawed the sheets next to you. Javier let her drop to her chest panting before pulling out and making a show of pumping his still hard cock.

"Do you have another in you, Cariño?" He practically purred in her ear as he pulled her up flush to him palming her full tits as he did so.

Usually a woman's moans would turn you on but Maybe Amber's somehow managed to be obnoxious. Something snaps inside of you as you sit up to cover her mouth with your own. You can feel her shock until she slowly gives herself to you. Your tongue parts her lips and she lets it roll over hers.

"Naughty!" She playfully swats at your shoulder as you pull away.

Javier is suddenly pulling out of her and flipping her over to match your position on the bed. There's a look exchanged between him and Dave before they both start fucking in earnest. Dave is filling you completely, driving his cock right up against your cervix. The pleasure is almost blinding, it steals your breath. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Maybe Amber, the very white woman, still shouting 'Papi'. Pulling her to you, you kiss her again. The moans against your mouth tell you she's close. Moving away to give her some air you see the silent exchange between Javier and Dave. Javier is clearly pleased that he seems to be winning their little race to see who can get their woman to come first. Dave snarled at him as he shifts your hips higher and strokes against your g-spot. Javier swallows as you arch up, highlighting the breast he's wanted to kiss since he lay eyes on them. Javier doesn't break his rhythm at all, Maybe Amber gets closer and closer until…Dave pulls Javier in for a bruising kiss. It's enough to halt his thrusts completely. Arousal floods around Dave's cock as you enjoy the scene in front of you. Maybe Amber isn't so taken with it.

"....and then they kissed. I mean I don't mind girls doing it for fun but men? Ew. That's not what I paid for. I'm not paying to see that kind of thing. It's unnatural." Kimber finishes her story for Mrs Lord. Her husband Max sits next to her.

Max had a cushion on his lap, he grips it tightly and prepares for his wife's response.

Mrs Lord plasters on a tight smile. "You did the right thing by removing yourself from an unwanted situation. Now, I'm going to do the right thing by removing you from a situation that you are unwanted in." Kimber's mouth flaps like a fish, and Max shifts in his seat as Mrs Lord continues. "I'll have your bill for services already rendered, and a copy of the NDA you signed, ready for you once you have collected your things. A cab will be on its way. Thank you."

Any protests from Kimber are skillfully shut down by Mrs Lord. Max looks at her full of pride. His bare cock swells against the cushion he was concealing it with since the disgruntled client stormed in mid hand job.

Mrs Lord removes the cushion to find it smeared with fresh precum. "Look at this. This is just from watching me put a bigot in her place? You still get excited so easily for me. Don't you?"

"Always!" He barks out as her hand returns to his throbbing length. A couple of calls had already interrupted them twice so Max was right on the edge.

"I want to make a mess all over yourself and do the walk of shame to your room covered in the cum I milk out of you. I want everyone to know exactly what I do to you. Can you do that for me, my pretty boy?"

Max gasps and shudders as he covers himself in his cum. "Good boy." Mrs Lord strokes back his sweat soaked her as she tucks him away.

Maybe Amber's absence was barely noticed at all.

"Fuck. I'll pay extra if you do that again." You told Dave.

A smug smirk spread across his beautifully pouted lips.

"I'll pay for you, too. All night." You breathlessly tell Javier.

Originally you were going to save the threesome for night two. Mr Lord told you that some guests only stay for one night so you'd have more choice as you were paying for an entire weekend. You were more than happy to change up your plans for the two incredible men before you. Javier was lithe and lean, with a tiny waist, the little curve of his stomach was the only sign of his age. Dave was more muscular, his body was thicker and his ass had a more pronounced curve. Javier's eyes were softer, almost cow like. Where Dave's were cold and hawkish. They are both equally devastatingly attractive.

Javier makes the first move, threading his fingers tightly in Dave's hair as he kisses him like you asked. Making another move his fingers trail down your thigh as Dave begins to thrust again. Breaking the kiss Dave pays full attention to working his cock against your g-spot as Javier's long fingers find your swollen clit to stroke circles over it. Stars seem to twinkle in front of your eyes as your eyelids flutter. You sink back into total bliss as the two men work in tandem to get you closer. Dave can feel you right on the edge of cascading down into a pit of ecstasy. For some reason you teeter on it. That's when Dave has an idea. Spitting on Javier's cock he gives it a few long strokes as Javier leans into him and moans into his neck. The sight pushes you over the edge. You fall headlong into the void. Everything else falls away apart from your pleasure. There's no messy divorce or disappointing dates, just a deep hole of all consuming euphoria.

When you crawl back out of it moments later you see the two men have kept themselves busy. The two of them are on their knees at the end of the bed slowly fisting each other's cocks. At this point you are dripping on to the sheet below you.

"You're back." Dave grins. "I thought we lost you there for a second."

Shaking off any wariness you felt from coming so hard you focus on the task at hand. These two men are yours, all night. The bed creaks as you climb up to kneel with them, kissing Javier then Dave. Dave responds to the micro aggression of you choosing Javier first by kissing you roughly, all tongue and teeth. The same teeth bite into your neck as Javier kisses the other side.

"Fuck me. Here. Like this, both of you." You manage to pant out.

Javier holds you up as Dave grabs some condoms and lube. When he returns you push away his hand with the condoms in. "You won't need them." The look in your eyes tells him not to question it. They're both clean and Kyle 'acquires' all the clients medical info so he knows you're clean and safe.

The lube is cold until the motion of Dave's fingers opening you up warms it. "Are you sure you can take both of us?"

"I've been looking for a man to offer me a challenge. Between you both I think you can just about manage it." A smirk bigger than Dave's graces your lips.

It's wiped off as Javier adds two fingers of his own. The feeling of being so full makes you doubt how long you'll last. It already feels amazing.

"Ladies first." Dave smiles at Javier.

"Fuck off." Javier spits before whispering in your ear. "Are you ready for me?"

In an answer you press your ass back into him. His cock breaching you is exquisite. He's thicker than Dave, the stretch is perfect. Then Dave attempts to join him. It's hard going at first. Even with how wet you are. They are both just so big. Javier plays with your tits. Palming and groping them just right. Rolling your erect nipples between his fingers. Dave helps by thumbing your clit until both of them are inside you.

Javier's hair is soft in your grip opposed to the hard bugle of Dave bicep. You're just suspended between them. Too scared to give them the signal to move. Either one of these men could ruin you, Dave already almost has. Two of them together? Before being thrown back into the lacklustre sex life you had endured this last year? Men who couldn't find you clit with a GPS. Who spilled their load after a few pumps and asked if you enjoyed it. This might actually ruin you for life.

As Dave sucked your bottom lip into his mouth to chew on it lightly, you couldn't care less. "Fuck me."

The scream that left your mouth as they both thrust upward gave Maybe Amber a run for her money.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" Javier asked as he pulled back out a little.

"She's fine." Dave told him making no attempt to ease off at all.

"I'll be fine once you boys start working together." You grit out.

"Together, huh?" Dave raised his eyebrows at Javier.

All of a sudden, four large, strong hands find your waist and ass. They lift you in unison. Your legs are wrapped around Dave's waist. You silently thank the yoga classes you've been taking since the divorce. They've really helped that stiff hip. The hands now guide you up and down as the two of them fill you. You were completely new to double penetration, but since the opportunity presented itself. Why not? It was strange to be so full. It was almost too much. It only took a handful of thrust for you to come around them, and then it really was too much."Stop. Stop."

Javier stops instantly and pulls out. Dave stops and stays completely seated inside you. "Are you sure?" He rolls his hips languidly.

The overstimulation makes you quiver and cling to him.

"She's sure, Dave." Javier's arms wrap around you from behind.

It's a protective gesture that makes you weak in your current hormonal state. He easily pulls you back to him.

"Well then. I guess this is left for you to deal with." Dave grabbed the base of his cock.

Javier ignores him to lay you down gently. "I apologise for him. Can I get you anything? Water?"

"I'm good. I don't think I have it in me for all night after that. It was…" you let out a puff of air and your head is heavy on the pillow.

"Oh, I think we can get one more out of you." Dave is on Javier like a big cat on it's prey. He pounces, hand in Javier's hair, lips sucking at his neck. His free hand roughly fists Javier's cock.

The sound that leaves Javier is definitely a growl. It seems to be more directed at himself, as if he hates that his cock it currently throbbing in the other man's hand. In response, Javier grabs the base of Dave's shaft and squeezes. His teeth sink into Dave's shoulder. It's like watched two apex predators vie for dominance. It's all clashes of teeth and wrestling for control. Until they both get lost in the pleasure. They find a rhythm as they jerk each other off. They simmer down to long, broad strokes. Both of them look utterly wrecked, board chest heave together, precum leaks from their pretty cocks. It's enough to soothe the overstimulation with a fresh burst of arousal. You find your fingers skimming the soft skin of your stomach until they're almost where you so desperately need them.

Only to have Dave yank them away. "I told you you had at least one more in you."

"You did. Even a broken clock…" The sass and the shrug you give Dave delights Javier who pulls you in for a kiss. It's a passionate embrace of his lips at first then fades into a soft caress. Dave's hardness may have piqued your interest first but Javier's softness is even more intriguing. It's clearly something he keeps hidden under a cool exterior. You wonder what happened to make him so guarded.

"Why don't we just take you one at a time this time? Since that smart mouth writes checks your body can't cash? Javier?"

Javier is more than willing as his cock bobs between his legs with his moves close to you. He pulls you up to kneel like him. His lips as kissing trails down your neck and over your breasts. As he mutters against them. "How do you want it?"

"Hard, from behind. Like before." The memory of him fucking Maybe Amber made your pussy flutter.

At the party you heard a rumour that Javier and Dave were always booked. So far you had no reason to doubt that but Javier was certainly driving it home with his cock. He'd started slowly. Pulling your hips back and forth rather than fucking you. He called to Dave to look. "See how wet she's making my cock. Fuck. It disappeared inside her so easily, too. Such a pretty cunt." That's when he had started to thrust himself.

It was as if your climax was at the top of a set of steps, but you couldn't see the top. He'd fuck you to what you thought was the edge then pick up the pace and fuck you even higher. The peak you thought was in reach was really a plateau before he ruined you even further.

The closer Javier got to his own peak, the rougher he was. Now, he has you pinned to the bed by your neck. His body pressed impossibly close between your legs as he gave you every proud inch of his cock. The sheer size would have been overwhelming but he knows how to use it, too. As your legs shake. Javier moans from behind you. "Where do you want it?"

The thought of this beautiful man filling you with his cum snaps the tension building in your core. Your cunt milks him as you beg "Inside. Inside. Please. Oh, god."

Javier's hips are still moving as you spasm around him and his cock floods your pussy. Every part of your body tingles and you feel dizzy with pleasure. There's no time to recover as Dave flips you over. You are thankful for Javier's cum inside you as Dave fills you in one thrust. It aids him to glide right home. Lifting your hips, Dave has you nearly bent in two as he fucks you hard and relentlessly.

"I'll teach you to tease me. We both know it was me you wanted, not him." The headboard is banging wildly against the wall at this point. The sound reverberates around the room. It's almost enough to drown out the sound of the door opening and closing as Javier leaves for a smoke break. The grey cloud he blows out floats past the window and you swear you join it when another orgasm leaves you weightless.

"See you're a good girl, when you're not being a mouthy bitch." Dave muffles your response with his hand. For a second, sincere warm eyes replace his almost dead ones. "Is this alright?"

Looking him in the eyes you nod against his hand.

"Fuck. Gonna use this tight little cunt to finish in. Gonna give you another load in here. You little whore."

Wrenching your face out from under his grasp you manage to get out "Pot. Kettle."

Dave lets out a genuine laugh.

"Fair. You should ask for a job here. With this wet pussy and that fire, men would be queueing around the block. Fuck." He hissed the word. His thrusts were becoming sloppy.

"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll make you pay to fill this pussy every night. The first one is free. Come on." Everything in your body is so geared up for pleasure that it only takes a few circles of your fingertips over your clit for your pussy to clamp down on Dave. A mess swirls between your legs as both your cum and Dave's mix with Javier's. It leaks out as Dave keeps thrusting until he is completely soft and you've finished twitching around him.

"Oh, fuck." Dave's eyes widen as he pulls out. Your pussy is swollen, pink and dripping. Creamy fluid hangs in strings across your lips as he splits them with his fingers to watch his release drip out of your still pulsing hole.

"Shall we call this your job interview? I'm going to need some documentation." Opening a drawer by the bed he pulls out a camera. "Just one picture of this pretty pussy?"

"Is this a thing you normally do?"

"No." He says in all honesty.

The camera is usually a prop for his 'cheating spouse' bit. With his wedding ring still firmly in place people assume he's married so he leans into it. It gives some for the single people a dirty thrill to be chosen over his wife, to break the rules. He threatens them with blackmail, takes a few Polaroids, tells them he'll show people in their lives what a dirty slut they are. It's crude but effective. He sends most of the pictures home with the guests. A few insist that he keep them. He keeps a couple tucked away for when he needs help to rise to the occasion. Planning for two girls' futures means he needs to work a lot. Usually he's up for that, his sex drive has never been higher, but even he gets tired sometimes. He has to pregame, photos in one hand, his cock in the other until he's revived and hard.

This is the last first photo he has taken just for his own pleasure. At the end of the weekend, he'll be secretly thrilled when you refuse to take it. He hides it in his nightstand, and for the first time since the divorce, he'll take his ring off. Dave had fucked a lot of people in the last year, you were the first one to stir something other than his carnal desires.

Javier notices the tan line of Dave's missing wedding ring right away. He doesn't say a thing. He also keeps quiet when, one afternoon, Dave's headboard slams rhythmically into the wall at his head. He knows for a fact that Dave doesn't have anything on the books for that afternoon. He smirks when a familiar voice calls Dave's name. The smirk broadens into a smile for a couple of reasons. Firstly, he's happy to see another guy who was chewed up and spat out by the government getting something good out of life. Secondly, with Dave's cock otherwise occupied, there might finally be a clear winner of their little competition.

Javier enjoys his smoke as he takes in the view from the balcony. The thick layer of forest is so different from where he grew up. He makes a mental note to call his dad and check on how the repairs are going on the ranch. The cigarette is nearly down to his fingers when he spots Max Lord speed walking to the room he keeps downstairs. Javier can help the chuckle that leaves him as notices the white cream streaks over his boss's clothes. He can only imagine what Mrs Lord has done to him this time. Another chuckle leaves him at the thought of the depravity the two of them bring out in each other. He still remembers Max's whimpers as Mrs Lord suck his cock with Javier fucked her from behind for his audition. That's why they took to calling her Mrs Lord. The whole motel would happily warm her bed again but they respected her, and Max, too much. They'd given them all a second chance. Dio was saved from prison. They help Dieter through his rehab. Dave was desperate for cash after the CIA dropped him for someone else's bad call. When Javier himself decided that chasing Escobar wasn't worth the things he had to live with, he'd found a home here, fucking away some of his trauma.

Javier's trip down memory lane is cut short by the arrival of the motel's most mysterious resident. Din. The women with him practically swoon at him merely walking them to his room as they hang from each broad shoulder. Javier knows more about Din's sexual preferences that he does about his circumstances. He knows that Din often takes more than one person to his room. He knows the man has a breeding kink. He's one of the few men who isn't a little freaked out by pregnant clients. Javier is always worried he's going to hurt the kid, no matter how many times Mrs Lord and Kyle reassure him. As it stands, he is the only man at the motel, besides Mr Lord, to make Mrs Lord squirt. Beyond that and his kind nature, Din is a mystery.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #maxwell lord x ofc #dave york x f!reader #javier peña x f!reader #dave york x javier peña

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siennaditbot · 10 months

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Just finished watching all of Kim Possible for the first time ever (and in English) and man, it's such a great show.

I did watch it as a kid whenever it aired in Finnish. (I miss those fun school mornings...) The dub was ok as well, though I won't go back to that again. Did check for some clips and I'm glad I was able to watch it back then, but CCR and Will Friedle are so good. The others are too, ofc.

Anyway, back then it was all tainted by my own feelings, cuz I too had a guy childhood best friend I had feelings for. I saw him and myself in them and wanted the same yadda yadda yadda. Well, stuff happened and we haven't talked in at least a year. No big, pfft.

At least this time I got to enjoy this show without them stupid feelings affecting my experience lol. (Except with the So the Drama "a loop has been formed and I'm not in it" and all the Ron feelings about Kim finding someone else. Ugh, been there.)

Anyway, binge watching gave me a completely new experience. Not much shipping related stuff in the first 2 seasons, though there were some I giggled over and replayed to analyze. Mostly just best friends being best friends. No significant awkwardness.

Seasons 3 and 4 though? GAHH. So much ship teasing. Emotion Sickness is my absolute fav episode with Kim getting a device that controls emotions and makes her fall in love with Ron, and the guy's so confused but also so so lovestruck. (He didn't know abt the device at first btw)

I love all those soff little Ron moments, I keep replaying them over and over.

"It (them dating) could happen!"

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, I mean who hasn't?"

"What's not to like about Kim? She's smart and cute..."

"Something's different now. I mean there's something between us... Who am I kidding, that's not different. There's been something there for a long time. I think there's something there. Does she?"

Gahhh I love soff Ron so much.

Also yes I am the type to rewatch all the soft and kissy scenes over and over, there are others too since compilation videos exist!!

Anyway, just realized how most of their kisses are initiated by Kim, but my favourites? (Lol that feels cringe to say. Fav kisses? Pfft) Either both going in or initiated by Ron! (The Emotion Sickness one is great too, Ron's so love struck!!! Adorable.)

-> So the Drama dance scene (THEY'RE SO SOFF GO LOOK AT THEIR FACES), one where they run into each other's arms, and the final one where Ron places his hands on her face and goes in first.

I never knew how much I wanted to do a forehead touch->kiss or have someone hold my face like that.

Also S1 EP1 Ron voice superiority. So low and cute. That makes me swoon. Gahhhh. Rewatched the first few minutes and DANG I WISH HE KEPT THAT VOICE. I'm barely able to form a sentence rn. Gahh.

Also adore all the denial scenes, Kim's too. Girl's so jealous of Yori. "Awk-weird" to bring your best friend as a kinda date to an event? Oh yeah, feed me. I love the awkward pre-dating stage so much that I'm mad my Sonic fic doesn't have more of it lol.

All the tiny nods to stuff changing during season 3? Ron going "She's not my girlfriend!!" to Shego of all people, all of a sudden and without probing, just cuz she asked where Kim was! I love him.

Also, the theme song is banger. Also also, I set the communicator beep-beep-be-beep as my notif sound. Kinda confusing while watching, though, heh.

Was that all? I think so, maybe. I'm pretty sure no one will read this but hey, what is Tumblr for if not stuff like this. Yay for fictional men and couples!

As a final note, I don't think Ron's an absolute swoon worthy guy (barely feel compelled to draw him), I just appreciate guys being soft. Yes, go talk about your feelings and yes, stutter your way to victory!

Anyway, now I'm done.

I'mma throw some gifs under the cut though.

JUST LOOK AT THEM AND THEIR SOFF FACES AND EYES AAAAAAAAAAA

#kim possible #ron stoppable #kim x ron #kim possible x ron stoppable #kimron #SDB rambles #might be my cringiest and worst rambles yes #but that's what the world has to deal with after giving me stuff like this #ok now bye my pizza's gettin cold #long post #kinda #all time otp #no question abt that

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blxckbutterfli · 2 years

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Haitani Rindou: Tears on a Bandage

—Character. Rindou

—Contains. Typical canon violence (gangs, fights, blood, etc), angst, lotsa crying, toxic relationship (At least, im pretty sure this is?? idk)

—Wordcount. 1.48k

—Note. Idk what this story is, i quite literally just word vomited.

You try to ignore the notifications showing up on your screen, the familiar name texting you making your knuckles turn white as its grip on the controller tightened. Instead, you try to focus on your game on the TV screen, attempting to move your little character past obstacles. There was a period of silence where you got to finally focus on the game, only to then lose as the timer ran out, eliminating you. That was when your phone rang, Rindou’s name big and clear on your screen, something you can no longer ignore.

This isn’t gonna be anything good.

You told yourself.

He’s only going to bring trouble.

Even still, your hand swiped the answer bar.

From the other side came heavy breathing and the passing sound of the still busy streets, and after a pause, Rindou spoke. “Hey-”

“Is it only you?” Calm and steady, you remind yourself, remain calm and steady.

“What?” You could barely hear his answer. A quiet grunt soon followed, what you can only assume was from pain.

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m alone.”

“Good, you can come over. Don’t… leave any trails behind.” It never got easier.

“Yeah, I know. You always tell me this.”

You ended the call, tossing the phone on the couch with a huff. You want to scream and cry at the same time; you want to curse the man out for constantly contacting you even when you two have broken thing soff; you want to curse yourself for answering him.

But have you really ever broken things off? It’s not like this was any different from the last year of your relationship with Rindou.

With a groan, you trudged to the kitchen to pull out the med-kit from the cabinet.

It was another ten minutes before you heard the bell ring, and lo and behold, you opened the door to Rindou leaning against the doorframe. His clothes smeared with dirty, and soaked in sweat and blood.

“What the fuck.”

“It’s not my blood. At least, not most of it.” Your lips quiver, so you step aside to wordlessly let him in the house. You’re thankful he doesn’t see your face when he steps inside, at least then you can push back the tears welling up in your eyes.

Just do what you always do.

Calm and steady.

Rindou made a beeline to the sink, washing out the blood from the cut on his arm, hissing at the sting. “It’s nothing much, only a small cut on the…” he trailed off as he turned around and saw you. Standing by the kitchen entrance, your body tense and even at that distance, he could hear the shaky breath you let out.

“Nothing much,” Rindou reassured, “just need a small stitch.”

You tended to him in silence, not once meeting his eyes.

It never got easier.

Not even after four years of dating Rindou and even more years knowing him, years of violence, hiding away, and tending to his wounds. With every wound you tended to, a piece of your heart chipped away; every time Rindou disappeared only to show up weeks later, injured from his mission, your eyes cried until nothing was left. Until all that was left of you was the constant anxiety and fear of not knowing anything. Where are Bonten’s enemies? Can you leave the hideaway? Are you safe? Was Rindou safe? Was he even alive?

So you broke it off, no longer able to deal with the constant stress. Heartbreak after heartbreak every time he came home.

“Look at me.” Rindou broke the silence. You tensed, grip tightening around his injury. “Look at me, please.” His voice was soft, plea barely audible. He reached out when you shook your head, his other hand lifting your chin to face him. It must’ve hurt, the strong grip you had on his injured arm, it must sting and he must want to cry from pain, but his touch was still so gentle, fingers rubbing over your cheek.

Calm and…

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“I’m sorry.” Rindou picked a tissue and wiped your tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Then why are you here?” You croaked between tears, “If you’re sorry, why are you here? Why do you keep coming back?!”

And why do you keep letting him come back?

Rindou froze, and for the first time, he looked away from you.

“I told you I can’t keep doing this, I don’t want to be part of the violence anymore. So please, why are you still here?” You’re not even sure if he understood your words spat through the tears anymore, all of it slurring together as one.

“I’m scared,” he muttered. “They know your face. I’m scared that if I don’t visit, the next time I’ll see you, you’ll be…”

Dead.

Your nails unconsciously dug into his skin, yet that unbearable pain was nothing compared to the nightmares he’d have of you—shot dead, blood pooling around your body, hands cold. But behind that, the second worst pain, it was seeing you cry because of him.

Rindou had made you cry, chipping away your heart until there was nothing left and even then he still kept taking more. Invading your life even after you tried so hard to escape and conform back to a normal life.

“Can’t you see the more you visit, the more they’ll track me to you? Can’t you see that by leaving me the fuck alone, I’ll be safer? I’ll be… I’ll be…” you swallowed before saying the last words, “I’ll be happier?”

Rindou jerked away, half-moon crescents dug into his skin right at the bandage’s border. You were right, it made most sense to stay away from you, but how could he? The only love he’s received in his entire life other than his brother, how could he let it go so easily?

But seeing the tears in your eyes, your cracked voice through the sobs, how could he continue hurting you?

Rindou abruptly stood up, scaring you into a flinch. Even further reason to slap himself for later in private. For now though, he had to get away. Yes, that’s right, he had to. You were right, the more he was with you, the more you’re at risk. It wasn’t like he made the greatest getaway earlier, either, surely in is tired state he might’ve left some trace behind. Rindou was never as careful as Ran.

He had to. He had to get away. With a quick thank you, Rindou rushed to the door. Get away from you, and never come back. Never come back? No, would he even be able to hold back? Maybe he’ll watch from afar then. However, is that what you really want? You’ll be even more paranoid once you find out he had actually given you false freedom. Think. He couldn’t think when he’s around you. Get away. Get away to come up with a plan. Get away to make you happy.

“Wait!” You shouted at him from your door, Rindou already in the middle of your front porch.

What are you doing? You want to slap yourself.

“Wait.” You reached out a hand to him.

You’re being an idiot.

“Where are you going?!”

Don’t leave.

“Your bandage, it’s…”

Glancing down at Rindou’s bandage, it was indeed a mess. The gauze loosely wrapped around his arm and on the verge of falling apart.

“I don’t know what you want anymore,” Rindou said.

You don’t know what you want either.

You don’t know why you stopped him from leaving.

Isn’t that what you wanted?

Why are you begging him to stay?

“Will you be happier?” Rindou asked, “If I actually leave, will you be happier?”

You don’t answer.

Rindou took a step toward you, “Answer me.” Another step. “You’ll be safer if I leave.” Another step. “It makes more sense if I do.” Another. “But do you want me to leave?”

He stood in front of you, his meeting yours, and you could tell. It was glassy, just like yours.

“Bandage.” Was all you could mutter, “We need to… fix the…”

Rindou called out your name.

“Please.” You interrupted him. “Don’t le… I mean, fix the bandage.” You took a hold on his hand, gently tugging him inside the house again. He quietly scoffed but complied anyway, agreeing and repeating what you said in murmurs.

Bandage.

Fix the bandage.

“We’ll fix it together.”

So he sat down at your kitchen again, you took your post across his, and once again, you do what you always do—tend to his wounds.

Calm and steady.

You had tried to hard to run away from everything. You wanted to start a new life, no gangs, no violence, none. Yet looking at where you are now, you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of it all.

Rindou could never leave you alone, could he?

And like a fool, you’ll always let him.

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lihikainanea · 1 year

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Hey Lei! It's Thanksgiving here in the States (not sure exactly where you are). Wanted to say how very grateful I am for your account! Love this page and especially love all things Tiger and Bill 💗 These adorable idiots have gotten me through some rough times this year. So thank YOU! Haven't read thru everything yet so not sure if you've written something like this before -Bill cooking Thanksgiving dinner just for her as a surprise. Maybe she's in Sweden w/ him for the holidays but misses home

oh my soff heart. thank you baby for these wonderful words <3 Happy thanksgiving!

I think Bill has definitely adopted some of tiger's traditions--turkey for Christmas and all, but Thanksgiving is something Bill never really celebrated in Sweden, and he's still not entirely sure about thanksgiving food. The turkey he can get behind--his preference would be goose but whatever--but sweet potato pie endlessly confuses him, he found out far too late that stuffing and dressing were the same thing, he's still not sure what cornbread is and he couldn't pick a collard green out of a lineup.

But it was one of granny's favourite holidays--any excuse to make a righteous mess of her kitchen and feed people until they can't breathe--and thus it was tiger's favourite. And things just haven't been the same in a few years.

Maybe tiger's really missing her grandmother this year, and she's been on the road with Bill for like 6 weeks so she's missing home and missing family in general. Thanksgiving is right around the corner, but there's nary a decoration or acorn or squash in sight because maybe they're in some tropical paradise, which is beautiful and all--but it's a place that definitely doesn't do thanksgiving, either.

Bill gets the idea the week before--that he wants to throw her a big feast so she feels like she's back home--but it's complicated by a few things. For one, turkeys aren't really a thing where they are and Bill has no idea where he can find one, nobody knows what cornbread is, and poultry seasoning? Forget it.. Two, he needs to somehow get tiger out of the house long enough for him to prepare this whole feast, which is impossible because she doesn't have any friends there and doesn't go into work.

So y'know, he lies. Like a well-beat rug, he lies. Tells tiger he has an 18-hour shoot that Thursday, but as a surprise--he books her a whole day at the spa. A whole damn day. Massage, pedicure, manicure, water circuit, the whole thing.

Maybe Butterball comes to the rescue, after Bill asks his assistant to phone in a special favour. The turkey arrives frozen solid three days before, and Bill has to find every reason to keep tiger from seeing it in the bathtub where it's thawing He finds cornbread mix online. He has all the stuff for the green bean casserole, and he gets Gustaf to ship him some cans of cranberry sauce. And that morning he all but throws tiger out of bed, poking her awake.

"Mmrph," she grunts, rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head.

"Spa day!" he says, but it's a little too excited. One angry eyeball glares at him once the blanket lowers.

"Coffee," the blanket mutters. Bill juts his chin to the nightstand, where her mug awaits her. She grumbles again, throwing the blankets back and sitting up. Bill leans in for a kiss but she plants her hand in the middle of his face, taking a sip of coffee first.

"Rude," he mutters.

"Vital."

She takes a few more sips, humming in content before she finally kisses him.

"This was a sweet thought bud," she says sleepily, "But if you ever book me a spa starting before 9AM again, I'll kill you."

Bill smiles, getting out of bed and throwing a pair of jeans at her.

"Noted, now get your ass up."

Bill's a busy man, he's got a lot of cooking to do. Once tiger is sufficiently caffeinated and dressed, he sends her on her way--she's still grumbling, but he's practically giddy with excitement.

And for hours, all he does is cook. He slaps a frilly apron on and he just cooks the entire day. He keeps checking the turkey, he makes the stuffing, he un-jellifies the cranberry sauce. He spends all day drinking wine and getting everything ready, complete with small pumpkins and acorns and other fall touches in the rented house.

Tiger gets a waft of something delicious, something that smells like home, the minute she steps out of the cab--but when she opens the door, it's a full olfactory assault in the best way. She takes a deep breath in--then another one, and slowly her eyes flit about the space. Different coloured leaves, small pumpkins, Bill standing there with an apron on in the hallway handing her a glass of wine.

"What is this?" she asks softly.

"It's Thanksgiving," he smiles gently at her, "Kind of."

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard fiction #bill skarsgard fanfic

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heavenmcde · 6 months

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Humming softly Raymon places the last Halloween decoration around the cabin, smiling to himself as the group of smirking pumpkins glow in orange and blue lights. While he couldn't always enjoy Halloween due to his hectic schedule and long time on missions, he was glad he could spend some of these autumnal nights with Claire. "Hey Hotshot movie night is in session!" he called out to her from the kitchen already hearing Sumo's exciting woofs. Everything was settled, the bowl of candies, the spooky chocolate cake he's been working on, the many comfortable blankets and pillows in shades of yellow, orange and copper...it was perfect. Well almost perfect, he waited for the redhair, amber hues dilating in excitement when she finally settled on the couch with him. " Okay so I got this big box of old halloween movies. Some are pretty silly but some are the good horror classic." The man explained, right hand gently settling over hers before daring to interwine them. "But I want you to have the first pick...or well we can also do something else tonight if you want of course." His smile remains genuine but the soft pinkish hue on his face doesn't leave him....a lovestruck fool (TAZAAA the soff>:)) From Ray to Claire nightlyvisitor)

it doesn't feel like very often that she finally gets to sit back , to relax and just enjoy the mundane things in life . but each time she does , it makes her consider whether her job will be a forever thing , that one day she might want to settle down and do something normal . at least , in theory , the red head knows more than anything that it would be a struggle to stay out of everything .

she's stolen one of his hoodies , appearing much baggier on her as she moves into the living room , taking no time to flop down next to him as she takens a look at how he decorated the place . she didn't celebrate halloween much , at least as a teenager it was more of an excuse to just dress up and drink yourself silly, but she indulge's for him .

her fingers intwine with his , shuffling in her seet to get closer to him as her head rests on his shoulder . " a movie night with silly horror movies ? sounds just like my kind of thing ." she responses , giving his hand a small squeeze of reassurance . there is a flash of a smile as she turns to look at him , pulling the box of old movies on her lap to take a look . "now , do we want to go for a silly ghost story or some cheesy gore fest . although , not sure i want to be put off all of this lovely food ~"

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cutey-zeal-kitten · 2 years

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I want a big strong man with big strong man arms to hold me in his lap on his big strong thighs against his big strong chest and give my soff lil head the most gentle and tender kissies

#kitten speaks

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zeal-kitten · 2 years

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I want a big strong man with big strong man arms to hold me in his lap on his big strong thighs against his big strong chest and give my soff lil head the most gentle and tender kissies

#kitten speaks

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clownsuu · 2 years

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HIS EYES,,,, SO KIND 😭😭😭

S-soff-

#SORRRY FUCKC DHDHDJSJSJD #I need to fuckin reply to art asks when I get them I am horrible with time #But l o o k a t h i m #Such a soff smile-#Bb Mans-#Little does he know he’s gunna be on a asmr playlist smhhh #ALSO REALLY CUTE ARTSTYLE GAH BABY MANS #ANYWAY #THANKS FOR THE ART GAMER SOFF BIG BOYO

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sunsmitten · 4 years

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What color is your love language?

Lavender Key words: pure, affectionate, innocent

Your love is the love of childhood crushes, secrets told in the dark between two best friends and long car trips with your favourite sibling. You're a sweet person with a soft heart and a gentle way of showing your affection. A pure, idealistic love, yours is the love of intertwined pinkies, butterfly kisses, and rubbing noses.

Best matched with: Fern, Canary

Tagged By: @dansemorosity ( thank u!!!! )

Tagging: Steal it from me BB

#➴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᵇᵃʳᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᴴʸᵃᶜⁱⁿᵗʰᵘˢ; HEADCANONS.☼#➴ ᴵ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁿᵉˢˢ; MEMES.☼#LAVENDER !!!!! HOW FITTING #this is so cute and soff... him babey #aleksy: im big tough man >:(#this quiz: ...Yeah anyways so-

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baddcop · 4 years

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Not to be nsfw but Connor looks very huggable

#just look at Him #i wann hug He wtf #😤😤😤#big lanky strong boy!#the shots of him from behind got me like: if the laws of this land would allow it I would Hug you Right Not #now*#ok i'm sorry I'll stop being audibly soff for the robot man #For Now #* [ queue. ] » ⟨ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤. ⟩#* [ out of character. ] » ⟨ 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. ⟩

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viiribus · 4 years

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Aneya hummed under her breath while leaning her head against Darius' arm. Slipping their hand into his, she closed her eyes and partially felt herself drift.

The two were spending much more time with each other, or at least as much as the Might was able to considering his duties required his attention. They came first after all and there were no excuses for the delay with them.

After a hard and long day of dealing with paperwork, he was finally able to be with Aneya. Their presence calmed his mind, making his body feel much more relaxed. It was an interesting feeling that he rarely felt with anyone. Especially with someone who wished to stay by his side and see that he was well.

Eyes flinched of their hand slip softly grasped for his while their head rested on his arm. These little things always surprised him but he never pushed Aneya away when they did it.

A low grumble, he turned his head to the side. Allowing the other to rest while he stayed and didn't move. Every so often he would look down at them, as gently as he could, brush the stray locks away from their face.

@steel-and-stardust-angel

#⇂ ic. ⇃ ⏤ death by my hand.#ufnsindis sorry if it sounds like a very lazy reply fisnfksndksjs #steel and stardust angel #but ANEYA STOP. STOP THE SOFF WITH THE BIG MAN AHHHHHH

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lynrie · 5 years

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A devil emoji man lol- he's big n soft

#cuphead oc #cuphead #😈#lynrie draws #a big and soff man who likes to cuddle and fucc #hangs around devils casino and can get a few laughs out of people by his look and name #once the devil came out and they had a good laugh lol #but yee i like him a lot #also yes those are man tiddies #large pecs #big smeks

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elsecrytt · 3 years

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HC: Waking Up With The Boys

Crossposted on Ao3 - just some headcanons about. Mornings with the Obey Me! Crew. Originally Barbatos wasn’t included, so, bonus for tumblr friends? Do I have tumblr friends? Hope I make some lol please enjoy!!! I gotta do something on this blog lol

Lucifer

- Poor man probably wakes up at like 5:30AM sharp every day, starts a very specific morning routine for Maximum Productivity. He probably does work even in the morning before leaving for class, actually.

- Considerate enough to let you sleep in, but he’ll wake you up maybe a half hour before you need to leave. Probably in a flirty way because once his routine is done, he is ready to go as the Lucifer we all know and love.

- If you are enough of a morning person to catch him sleeping, you refuse to take a picture. God’s most beautiful creation sleeping peacefully beside you and you’re gonna share this vision with the world? Please. They can seduce the Avatar of Pride themselves if they want it so bad. Soft sleepy morning Lucifer is all yours.

- Soft sleepy morning Lucifer dear god in heaven why did you make him like this how does he look this good at five in the fucking morning

- A morning person? No, a Morning Star.

- He’s absolutely gorgeous and very soff for you when he first wakes up. You can’t decide if you love his sleeping face or the drowsy smile he makes, lashes half-lowered at you, when he wakes up and sees you beside him. Black-red eyes, normally so sharp and piercing, linger on you with warmth and blatant affection.

- Lucifer almost never makes himself vulnerable but when he sees you sleeping as he wakes up? He’s struck with a sudden understanding of what people mean when they say they just can’t get out of bed in the morning. Even he doesn’t realize the face he makes, how he stares down at you like it’s his own hands he’s leaving in his bed instead of his lover.

- There is a pride in being trusted, in how you let yourself be defenseless before him, how you feel secure enough to cling to him despite the threats he’d issued to you in the past. How you shiver for lack of his company. It swells inside him like a weight, the intoxicating and heavy feeling of being needed, wanted, of being valuable beyond measure to his mate.

- The weight of this pride is comfortable, reassuring, like the feeling of your arm around his waist as he lays beside you

- On the rare instance he gets to sleep in, he’s likely to hold you until you struggle out.

- If you really want to leave, he’ll let you, but like… why? You’d have a hard time leaving the bed at least, even if you just wanna sit up and do something on your phone while he rests his head on your thigh.

- He probably likes to pet your hair before he leaves the bed. You get dressed yourself but he will absolutely look over your ensemble, straighten any stray locks, tug your uniform into place here or there. Your reward is the winning smile he makes when he decides you look just perfect

Mammon

- C u d d l e

- He may be your first man but in the morning he is a distinctly Last Minute Man. Unless you’re also the type to spend only 5 minutes getting ready, you’ll be waking up before him, extracting yourself from octo-Mammon’s grasping limbs.

- Probably whines about it too, the big baby. But you wouldn’t be with him if you didn’t find that absolutely heart-wrenchingly endearing, and god, when he gives you that bleary, misty-eyed desperate look, croaking out for you to come back, just a few more minutes babe…

- He is a graspy needy greedy boy but he doesn’t actually fight you and lets you disentangle yourself freely, grumbling and whining about it all the while. You can even feel his hands running towards whatever bits of your skin are uncovered, just to get that last touch and feel of you before you go.

- Mammon never holds you too tight or keeps you from getting up when you try. He only ever asks you to stay.

- Unfortunately you are in love with Mammon so It’s Super Effective!

- Levi actually said that once waiting for you two to get up. Bastard.

- Weak!!! You are weak!! Lucifer blames you at this point because you were supposed to have the brain cells in this relationship! Instead you are putty! Play-doh!! A Mammoron!! You are never going to get any breakfast from Beel at this point! F O O L

- It’s okay your First Man Demon has a nice little café you can both run through on your way to RAD for a little breakfast bite. Eventually Satan or Belphie will start hiding away a plate for you, too. Not Mammon, though. He starves like a dog, and begs food off you like one, too, much to the entertainment of his brothers (your plate has an extra large serving just for that).

- If you don’t need to get up early then it’s just a matter of whenever one of you really really needs to pee. Or gets super hungry. And even then, you’d better stay out so he slinks out of bed, and scrambles down the stairs or through the hall to wherever you are as soon as he gets dressed, just a little but more rushed than usual. If you come back to bed too soon he’ll just give you the old puppy dog eyes, sad and scared, like he must have disappointed you, like the Great Mammon isn’t enough… won’t you please stay with him…

- Oh yeah sure he’s your clingy little bitch who’d do anything for you but ultimately you are completely whipped for your clingy little bitch so you’re going to get your ass back in bed with him and you know it. So stay up and about and your good boy will come to you.

- It’s emotionally damaging how he looks so good in the morning when he straight up doesn’t even try. Mammon doesn’t even shower in the morning, only at night before bed, to maximize the time he can spend being asleep in your arms, or with you in his.

- How does his hair look this good when he only barely combs it? You ruffle it on the regular, it feels like you’re sinking your fingers into clouds, the softest white down imaginable, while he hums and blushes and beams and makes the most pathetic excuses you’ve ever heard about how lucky you are to get to pet him. Boy is literally purring in your lap while he proclaims he doesn’t like this kind of thing or anything, but he’ll let you do it.

- He’s right tho. He’s so right. You’d kill for this. But only good boys who admit their feelings get to hear that kind of talk and Mammon usually takes the kind of coaxing better done at night than at morning.

- You would also kill to have hair like this though because what the fuck Mammon he’s literally a model, he doesn’t need to practice any hair care or skin care beyond the barest of essentials, you can muss his hair however you like in the morning and he still comes out looking gorgeous just how the hell is this fair!!! How!!!

- And he’s dating you! This hot mess of a man demon!!! All yours!!! How!!

Leviathan

- This man doesn’t even attend class most of the time lmao what did you think you were getting into when you got into that tub with him, hm?

- Octo-mammon ain’t got nothing on our tail boy. You’re wrapped up beside him in a tub, curled into one another, limbs fitting together in whatever way felt comfortable at the time. The slightest move messes with the jenga (you know that tail is gonna squeeze you a little out of reflex) and you won’t be able to leave without waking him up.

- Why are you leaving? Why are you abandoning him? What did he do wrong – no, of course you’d ditch him at the first chance, he’s just this loser otaku, ugh, who wouldn’t –

- It’s grating to deal with for sure but Levi’s hangups are a part and parcel of who he is. Reassure and comfort in the way that works best between you; after a while, he’ll probably get the gist of it.

- Very awkward stumbling out of the tub and extracting yourselves from the mess of limbs. When he just lifts you up with his tail you nearly have a heart attack okay that was fucking hot do it again Levi

- No morning routine here, just blushing, turning around for you to get changed, telling you – “No! No, you don’t have to leave, just – just look at the wall! Look at Henry 2.0!”

- You might be able to catch him in a mood every now and then, though. Half asleep, half awake, not quite 100% aware of everything going on around him. Only barely avoids stumbling into things. He’s so cute you could die.

- Days like these, Levi will hold your hand absentmindedly, help you into your RAD jacket, or let you help him into his, not really thinking about what’s happening, just unconsciously accepting your help and your presence.

- It gets as far as you pulling him down the stairs by his arm; he follows obediently until the dining hall’s lights get in his eyes, his brothers are there and he’s holding hands with you AHHHHHHHH

- Be prepared to be woken up at strange times though, when there’s some event going on or some other, anything that he has to wake up early for, he totally will, and the jenga of inextricable intimacy goes both ways.

- It’s cute tho cause if you do your best to pretend to still be asleep you get to catch how he quietly panics to himself about maybe waking you up, and then gently sets you back down, carefully attempting to settle you into a comfortable position without him.

- And then the thought of you being comfortable without him gets to him, and he kisses you goodnight, runs his fingers through your hair… and maybe the tail comes out, just long enough to reach back into the tub where it dips in to graze your fingertips. Since you’re not actually asleep, you grasp at them, making him freeze and shiver before he continues on.

- (When Levi doesn’t actually wake you up, and you stay asleep, you act just the same, which is why he doesn’t realize it when you're only pretending to be asleep)

Satan

- Not a morning person but also not too grouchy, he’s not the type to make much of a fuss. Surprise surprise, he’s a lot like Lucifer here; gets up, gets himself ready, commits the appropriate crimes against fashion, heads downstairs for breakfast.

- He’s a bit of a tease so he’d totally leave you in bed if you’re the type to sleep in and you don’t wake up to one or two casual pokes. Waking you up 10 minutes before you have to leave and holding out your jacket to put on you himself when you get dressed like the wicked demon he is.

- dw he’s got a snack for you saved from breakfast in this case. He’s not a monster, you know. He wouldn’t do it multiple days in a row, either. He’s read about the importance of breakfast in a human’s daily routine.

- Are you gonna like Satan when he decides you absolutely will wake up right now no five more minutes? Is he gonna care? No and no, unfortunately this SOB is well aware that you love him and he can do no wrong even when he bullies you.

- But YEAH the little shit is always sneaking soft glances at you. If you’re the type to sleep in really late he’s likely to just snag something (or a couple somethings) from the breakfast table to watch you sleep in his room. He finds it charming – calming, even.

- If you wake up on time, he’ll get ready with you. 0 shame about undressing or dressing himself in front of you, but if you have any, he’s gonna laugh and tease you.

- If you wake up before him, you might have a shot at sneaking looks at his cute sleeping face… Lucifer was right he’s so deceptively sweet and smiling and then those electric green eyes pop open and he’s blushing and smirking at you both at once.

- Killer demon instincts, lovestruck bookworm boyfriend.

- Extremely difficult to bully back because of killer demon instincts. If you wake up earlier than him, you’re likely to wake him up, too, as you walk around. He’s a pretty early riser but you’ll get some grumpy looks if you’re an even earlier one, and he might give you trouble leaving the bed if you’re always leaving so early.

- On free days he will happily hold you securely against him and completely ignore any attempts at escape. He’s reasonable, though, if you promise him you’re just headed to the bathroom, but he won’t take that excuse a second time if you try to make an unsanctioned escape. You’ll have to make up for his loss somehow…

- Probably the best out of all of them at keeping you in the bed tbh. Satan has no problems offering you incentives to stay in his arms; cuddling, sexy times, or even the legendary power move… he pulls out a book, settles you sitting back against his chest, rests his chin on top of your head, and starts reading to you. What are you gonnna do about it? Leave?

o This will go on for hours, or the whole day, as time permits. Sometimes even if it doesn’t, particularly if that means problems for Lucifer… or if he just needs some time to recharge with his favorite person.

Asmodeus

- Another morning routine man, this time for skincare and beauty purposes. You think his face is naturally this clear? Nah, he works for this, babe, and he’ll work for yours too if you let him.

- Probably thinks it’s cute if you wanna sleep in tho. If you wanna be zombie and let him wash your face and brush/style your hair while you’re half asleep he’s gonna be all over that, thinks it’s the most adorable thing in the world.

- Most mornings there might not be time, though, if you desperately want to sleep in then he’ll let you, although it would be very cute if you were a heavy enough sleeper for him to dress you while you were asleep~

- TOP TIER CUDDLING RIGHT HERE. When the time permits. Probably better at it than Belphegor tbh. He knows your sleeping position(s) very well and what places you feel comfortable having pressure put on, can read your body language like a book, and has loads of experience in bed – what, you didn’t think he only meant that, did you? So naughty, darling~

- He is a slut. A snuggle slut. Little cuddle whore. Absolute bitch for a good spooning. Yeah, you like that Asmo? Like that leg over your thigh? The arm around your waist pulling you close? Filthy needy cuddly boy. It’s disgusting. You’re so fucking into it.

- The only consolation is that he’s actually pretty floored by this sort of talk. Asmo pulls out his usual “Awww, you’re so cute!” and “My heart is racing!” quickly enough but it’s pretty obvious you’ve got one over him. He buries his face in your shoulder and wails that he likes you too much and fuck you’ve never seen him this adorable before

- It doesn’t last long though because he turns it right back around. Asmo platonically calling you a his cute little snuggle slut is unlocking in you a level of horny you weren’t aware even existed

- Will his cute little cuddle babe give him your hand so he can do your nails this early in the morning?

- Of course you will, you are wildly infatuated with him and being doted on this early in the morning raises your heart rate enough to actually wake you up. Even if you do feel completely comfortable with him, it’s not like you can fall back asleep while he’s awake and giving you all this attention

- He’ll pick out your outfit for the day, every day if you let him, and even help you into it.

- Asmo makes an adjustment here or there to your RAD uniform – maybe he ties a certain knot into your tie, rolls up your sleeves or leaves your buttons undone a certain way, just a special, stylish touch depending on what he thinks suits you. It is stylish and when you don’t have him to put it on you’re a little at a loss.

- Gives you a kiss before he gets out of his bed for his morning routine, probably plays with your hair. Just one more kiss before he’s off to wash his face – two, three – a peppering of showered kisses. He’s so excited to be able to kiss you good morning, too, it’s energizing for you as well.

Beelzebub

- Resident soff boy. Always awake in time for breakfast, and he’ll wake you up for it. If you sleep in, he will save you a plate – aren’t you lucky~

- Even if you are a heavy sleeper he is more than capable of lifting you up out of the bed, sitting you down, tugging you out of your nightclothes and into your RAD uniform. Beel knows all the nice, gentle ways of waking up and taking care of a sleepy person, and several less than nice ways if you can bring yourself to fight the demon incarnation of a big, fluffy Saint Bernard

- Probably showers in the morning as well as later on in the day, being an athlete. Will be totally comfortable showering with you if you are so inclined.

- This is the method by which you, if you are particular about these sorts of things, are able to select his body wash and shampoo/conditioner. Beel will absolutely lean down or even kneel before you if it means you’ll touch his hair all nice-like.

- The absolute balls on this man, telling Mammon he had a ‘lame, goofy smile’ with the way he beams at you like a puppy getting petted while you scrub his hair. What a goddamn hypocrite. And who says there’s anything wrong with a big goofy grin? You’d kill or die for Beel’s dopey, beaming face, thanks.

- Dries your hair very nicely with big, warm hands. He loves running his fingers through it; long or short, just the brush of your hairs against his fingertips as he works the heat from your scalp to dampen the wet away. Will happily use a hair dryer if your hair is long or you’re more style-conscious/pressed for time

- Wakes up at a pretty normal time but if you get up early, he’ll just get up and start getting ready alongside you without complaint. Beel being earlier to breakfast has certain… effects on the household but that’s Lucifer’s problem, not yours.

- Probably the least cuddly out of all of them in the mornings; he’s great for snuggles when he’s got a snack or he’s tired from a big workout and an even bigger meal, but other than that, he’s a pretty active person. Even when you can sleep in he’s likely to wake up, gently extracting himself from however you are entangled and getting himself ready before he comes back to you

- Will probably bring back food for you and feed you breakfast in bed. It’s not like there’ll be leftovers, anyways. He’s a gentle, chill giant, but also he’d be completely unabashed at the prospect of licking food off your fingertips or vice versa.

- He works out; he’s not one to lay in bed all day. Past any breakfast in bed he’ll be tugging you out of the blankets, lifting you up, trying to get you to be active and start your day. He knows that sleeping too much is no good, after all.

Belphegor

- “morning”? sounds fake

- You probably have to drag him out of bed a lot of the time. Sure he could manage on his own but with you in bed with him Belphie just does not see the point bro. Just stay in there with him. Take another nap. Cuddle a bit. C’mon…

- Sure Beel will help you tug him off the mattress but that’ll require you to get up and off the mattress, first.

- Beel might normally help him get dressed, but that’s your job now that you’re responsible for getting him into something resembling wakefulness. If he sleeps so much, he should be able to wake up on time! Sloth is no joke.

- But he’s so fucking adorable when he’s sleepy and you’ve coaxed and cooed him into being unresisting as you dress him up. And yeah, maybe the careful way you undress and dress him is a part of why he lazes around, sitting up, standing, and helping you where absolutely necessary… he does love having you do the work for him.

- W A R M

- He’s like an actual demon on your shoulder, except giant-sized and cute, constantly tempting you with his big, soft pillow, and his silky hair, and his calm, easygoing demeanor. Sloth demon says it’s nap time all day every day.

- Most likely to try and convince you to come back to bed even after you’re dressed and dragging him down the stairs. His success rate is not 0%

o Levi’s commentary to this effect is summarily rejected, but of course Belphie thinks it’s funny.

- It’s a good thing he’s so close with Beel because otherwise you’d never get anything. But the big brother of the pair keeps you fed, despite his own misgivings.

- Clingy clingy sleepy boy. If he were to drift back into consciousness while you were asleep, he’d have absolutely no plans of waking you up, at all, ever, and would probably go back to sleep quickly, himself. But…

- Always happy to adjust his position, your position, for maximum comfort. He is a comfy cuddler who likes to rest part of himself on you, or part of you on him, or any manner of arrangements between the both of you and the pillow.

- Looking at your cute sleeping face sure does things to him. You’re so peaceful and vulnerable and close, right next to him, sharing your warmth with him. It’s been a long, long time, since he’s really had anyone but Beel, who’s much bigger than him, and all hard muscle and demonic strength, for all his gentleness. You’re soft and fragile and human, and feel so so good to rest against.

- He always wakes up surprisingly quickly after you do – it’s just the getting him up that’s difficult. And with him, it’s always the same refrain – five more minutes, ten more minutes, another hour, come on, whatever you had to do today wasn’t that important, really…

- Good luck removing him from the bed when he doesn’t have any RAD. If it makes you feel any better, you can probably sit up in bed and let him lie against you while you do whatever. He’d prefer you resting against him but he’s happy to accept just your warmth at his side. He always wins, anyways; everyone has to sleep eventually.

Diavolo

- We all know Barbatos wakes him up. With his energy levels and massive enthusiasm for basically everything, he is probably morning person. Likely sleeps at the same time every night after years and years of routine. He’ll drag you into it if you’re sharing a bed with him, give or take half an hour.

- You actually feel like you’re sleeping with a several-thousand-year-old man because as a morning person, he’ll go to sleep early and wake up early. 11pm no longer exists.

- He does go to parties every so often but now you know more about how he never seemed to be around at the end, or walked you home or whatever – you’d assumed he left early like a true celebrity, but no, he’s like? Straight up headed to bed like the old man he technically actually is.

- It’s a good thing he wakes up early, too, because he’s a heavy sleeper and a pretty large guy. Diavolo isn’t necessarily clingy like some of the others, but he doesn’t need to be; he can peacefully fall asleep with you in his arms precisely because there’s absolutely no escaping him until he wakes up.

- Of all the demons on this list, except perhaps for Mammon, his control is the most impeccable. Even in his sleep he would never squeeze you too tightly or crush you too hard against him. But he will adjust and re-adjust, ever aware of your weight in his arms, tug, and pull you close, stopping just short of the threshold of your discomfort, and no amount of resistance will so much as stir him unless you’re straight up willing to bite.

- Unlike Mammon, though, Diavolo was never an angel. He was born a demon, through and through, and his unconscious desire will keep you by his side, against him, where you’re safest, where you’re his, where he can keep you happy and keep you with him

- It’s okay, Barbatos will set you up with an alarm or a taser under your pillow or something. dw about Diavolo, he’s a powerful demon, he can take it like a champ. He’s got the good graces to be ashamed about it when he wakes up, but what can ya do when you’re a future demon king and you’ve always been given everything you wanted, all the time, and the human you want most in the world is in your arms right here and now? Not hold them?

- Most of the time he’ll wake up before you, though. Diavolo sees your cute sleeping human self and He Literally Can’t. He Cannot Even. You are. Too cute. Too precious. Congratulations, you can make a (future) Demon King squee in your sleep.

- He just barely manages to stop his unbelievably loud laugh while he watches you sleep because he is a Good Boy

- The type to get up, get dressed (Barbatos might actually help him with that in the morning lmao), and then just watch you while you’re sleeping. Listen, you knew he was a demon already, you signed up for this. He can’t get enough of your sleeping face, your docile form that he can arrange on the bed however he wants. Maybe he sits up against you in bed, rest your sleeping head in his lap, against his chest, in his side, relishing in the comfort of your presence.

- A good match for a grumpy morning person because this bastard radiates Morning Demon Energy. He is awake and he is happy about it and if you aren’t happy about it he’s going to be aggressively happy in your direction until you are.

- He may or may not be able to help you get dressed or do any morning routing stuff but he definitely likes to fiddle with the collar/tie of your uniform or put on your jacket. It’s a new sort of experience for him, doing that for someone else, and he will jump on any opportunity to engage with you and feel helpful

- Ugh, morning people, right? God he’s just so stupid and tall and handsome and his smile is so bright and dumb and friendly and he’s always so cheerfully oblivious to other people’s feelings, yet heartfelt sometimes.

- and he makes a really really good big spoon

- and cuddles super well and can pick you up and hold you in any position so easily, he’s so strong, god that fucking BODY

- UGH MORNING PEOPLE RIGHT

Solomon

- Night Owl man for sure. Has about a million ways of keeping you up with him throughout the night, only some of which are lewd. To be fair, it’s all very enriching – either to studies or to your relationship with him. He has a lot to talk about, even if he somehow manages to say nothing about himself after hours of conversation.

- “Routine” is probably a bunch of magical getting ready quick tricks. The bastard probably doesn’t even need to get dressed, just snaps his fingers and his clothes are hanging off him. He offers to help you though. Naturally, it’s his responsibility, since he was the one who –

- Doesn’t actually always undress you but he’d probably always offer to help you get dressed. Your clothing may find itself lost or misplaced until you cave and ask him for help. Maybe one day you carry a little glitter pouch in your pants pocket as revenge, that’ll teach him…

- Jokes on you Solomon is absolutely utterly into this shit and when you pull one over on him he is thoroughly delighted

- Actually a very light sleeper (72 pacts ain’t super safe) but pretends not to be. You’ll figure it out eventually, he knows, but before you do, he’s hoping to catch you fawning over his sleeping face.

- Lucifer may be god’s most beautiful creation but Solomon is possibly the most beautiful human. Oh my god. Look at this man. Fair hair, that smooth face with clean, sleek features. The only minus is that you can’t see his eyes but his eyelashes are white. What the fuck. Did Asmo give him beauty tips? Does he just have a spell? Are you under a spell??

o Asmo can’t enchant you but apparently Solomon can do it in his sleep. His hair is too soft. He can’t be human, right? No human can make you want to pet his hair this much. Maybe him and Mammon are using the same hair products.

- Solomon almost tears up a little bit feeling you stroke him and sigh as you ponder your lovesickness. He doesn’t recognize this feeling in himself. Vulnerability and shows of affection are things of the long-distant past.

- He wakes up before you and doesn’t pretend, sometimes, because this is a novel experience too, having another human sleep so close to him. It’s been so long it feels like it’s never happened before, and it feels different now that he’s different; he’s been so disconnected and dissociated it feels strange to think of you as his love who is holding onto him, instead of another living, breathing human who will eventually wither and die.

- For all his obnoxiousness he will totally teach you some magic tricks to streamline your morning routine along with him. Less time getting ready means more time chatting with him.

- Asmo taught him to do makeup so he will do that for you the long way, actually, if you like, and his sense of style is really good. Well, you think it’s good. You think he looks good. Listen, if you were turned off by his strange fashion choices you would never have gotten this close to him to begin with, it’s really not that weird –

- He’s just so happy he gets to touch your faaaaacceee he can’t remember the last time he touched another human’s face. It’s so soft! The feeling of your cheeks against his fingertips is warm and smooth and so pleasant to the touch, he almost doesn’t want to use a brush. He’s got to ask Asmodeus about skin care, you should preserve what you can, as best you can…

- The funny part is that Solomon doesn’t fucking say any of this to you so he’s just standing there, smiling at your face like a creeper, humming contemplatively to himself while he strokes your jaw. Like, you’re into it, and you know what he’s actually thinking, but damn Solomon sweetheart this is why people call you shady

Barbatos

- Has passed far beyond the realm of “morning person”. Time is immaterial to him. His day is separated into I am the Prince’s Butler and I am a Baker and recently I am a Boyfriend.

- Yes he does sleep. He IS a demon and demons need sleep. There is in fact a bed in his room. How is this possible, you ask?

- It turns out our dear sweet Barbatos is a FUCKING CHEATER

- CHEATING WHORE

- ABSOLUTE HACK

- All of the doors in his room lead to different timelines, including the entrance. Barbatos can sleep until 10am in the morning in his room, and open a portal to 5am outside his room, then leave and start the day without changing the timeline at all.

- This is okay though, because now you’re in on it, too. Barbatos takes great pleasure in being your cuddly morning boyfriend, with that added perk of permanently being allowed to sleep in.

- No WONDER he always has the energy to deal with Diavolo all the time, and no wonder he never lets anyone in his room. This is where Barbatos rests, where he gathers his strength (and dear god does he need it), and rests, completely and utterly gone to the world, assured in the fact that he will never ever be disturbed.

- Literally impossible to wake up before him. Future Barbatos, who’s already slept in, will always return with breakfast five minutes before you wake up. Where is the Barbatos of the present timeline? Who knows. Maybe only one of him can exist at once?

- The only way to avoid this is if you tell him with your best pleading face that you want to cook breakfast with him… in which case he will still just wait for you to wake up whenever it suits you best, and then gently, with that terribly serene smile and significantly-less-dead-than-normal looking eyes, ease you out of the pillow and blankets, lead you towards the kitchen.

- Probably doesn’t trust you with many kitchen implements when you’ve just woken up, even if you are a morning person. But you can lean over his shoulder and hug him while he works. Even if it makes it more difficult, Barbatos is never anything but happy for the challenge.

- That the breakfast is always delicious, no matter how much of a part you have in baking it. It’s always healthy and balanced, too. If you’re eating it in bed, there’s probably more finger foods. He makes your favorites, but also introduces you to something new every now and then.

- At this rate you are going to forget how to dress yourself. Does he also have a portal in his closet? To worlds of never-ending fashion and comfortable, stylish clothes which you can never seem to easily zip up all by yourself?

- Showers with you to ensure you use the appropriate products at the right time. He carefully makes sure the water is not too hot or too cold, shampoos your hair thoroughly with excellent massaging skills; his nails are surprisingly long and just a little bit sharp, a gentle, soothing scrape against your scalp that helps you feel really clean. Then applies conditioner, making sure not to rinse out too much, scrubs you down a bit with body wash while the conditioner does its work.

- If you shave he will help you shave. He’ll even shave for you (yes, he has done it for Diavolo, yes, he will help you shave anywhere, if you want it) and he never so much as leaves a nick.

- Also carefully applies body oil or lotion either in the shower or as you dry off, in order to keep your skin soft and healthy. He does touch it a lot after all :)

- Will style your hair like an absolute professional. Diavolo is always wearing his hair the same old way so if you’re interested he’d be THRILLED to try out some new things and hone his skills on you in that respect.

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