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i may or may not have a mask kink

Imagine Marc and Steven arguing over who gets to have the first kiss.

Title: Fifth Times the Charm

Summary: You're trying to figure out why your lovely boyfriends Marc and Steven haven't kissed you yet.

Word count: ~1800

Warnings: Possible Moon Knight spoilers if you haven't seen it all, just fluff otherwise. Not really beta read lmao

Timeline: Sometime after season 1, no mention of anything in the series or Layla and Khonshu. Legit just domestic fluff/humour.

The header below just signifies a change in POV, not a time gap.

You'd been seeing them for over a month and neither of them had made any kind of move on you. You'd leaned in a few times on different dates, thinking that the moment was just right to have your first kiss but both Marc and Steven seemed oblivious to your intent and turned away, attention caught by a noise or movement nearby. After the first couple of tries you shrugged it off and figured they wanted to take things slow--this was new territory for all of you.

But twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern, what makes four?

Rejection. At least that's how it felt when you'd reached up to cup Stevens face and finally meet his lips with yours and he leapt from your couch mumbling something about needing to use the restroom.

You slumped your shoulders and crossed your arms, sinking further into the cushions as you heard him turn the water on. You checked your breath by breathing into your hand, pressed your fingertips to your cheeks to make sure there was no stray food somehow left from dinner, and found everything was fine.

So why the HELL wouldn't either of them kiss you?

You stood, hands in fists at your side as you worked up the courage to ask the boys outright what was going on. If they didn't like physical touch they could tell you, you'd be fine with it--and it would make everyone more comfortable than you constantly missing kisses like some Bugs Bunny antagonist.

You moved to the bathroom door, knowing full well that Steven was just hiding in there with the sink on. But before you could knock you heard him speaking in hushed tones.

"We've got to figure this out now!" he hissed. A pause. "They've already tried twice tonight, they're going to think we hate them!"

Another pause.

"No," Steven said, "I will not give you the body; this is my date. They invited me over for a movie night and I-I think that means that I should get to be the one to...to..."

"Kiss," Marc finished. "To kiss them. If you can't even say it then why are you the one doing it?"

"I can say the word," Steven argued, hands clasped together to ease his anxiety. "I just started thinking about it, and them and..."

Marc sighed in the mirror, hands on his hips. He understood Steven's feelings too well. You were his first serious relationship with anyone that knew about Steven--and you were far too easy-going about it; even when you learned about the mysterious second alter you didn't run for the hills screaming. You just said you'd help him figure it out and that was that. Both he and Steven were hooked.

"I'm just saying I have more experience in the area," Marc argued. He crossed his arms, raising his nose in the air despite only being a reflection at the moment.

Steven frowned and tried not to roll his eyes. "What, you think I'll kiss them and that'll be what sends them off, yeah?"

"No, that's not--"

"They've tried three times with me and only once with you, so--"

"That you know of."

"What?" Steven pressed his hands onto the ceramic sink. "What does that mean?"

"You aren't the best at reading people," Marc admitted softly, but there was a hint of condescension in his tone as he teased Steven. "You don't know how many times they've tried, really."

Steven's frown deepened. "So what do you suggest we do? Because only one of us is going to get the first kiss."

Both men thought about how this would sound to anyone but them. But they were equals in the relationship with you, and somewhere inside themselves they felt like whoever you kissed first you might...like better? Ridiculous, but then it sort of turned into a childish competition. And neither of them wanted to go to you and ask who you wanted to kiss first, it would be unfair to everyone involved.

Marc and Steven stared at each other when you knocked on the door. Steven quickly turned off the sink , unsure of how much time he and Marc had wasted arguing while you were out in the living room ready for a damned kiss.

Steven bit his bottom lip as he remembered the way you stroked a hand down his cheek and lifted yourself towards him on the couch--he'd been about to give in when Marc yelled at him to get his ass up and away from you.

And when he opened the door there you stood, staring at him with your eyebrows arched and lips pouted. The concern on your face was more worrisome than anything.

Right twits we are, he thought to himself.

"Are you...okay?" you questioned.

Steven watched you for so long without a word you almost thought it was Marc. But when his fingertips tapped together you knew who it was. You quickly stammered, "Sorry, I'll let you guys talk."

Your own ramblings continued as you spun on your heel and started to walk away. If you'd faced them long you would have seen Steven's eyes roll to the back of his head as his neck snapped back, his relaxed shoulders tensing as someone else took over.

His hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you back towards him, his other arm going around your waist and hugging you close. Then the same hand that had grabbed your wrist went behind your neck and pulled your lips against his own. You jumped in surprised, but both arms held you steady as your eyes closed and you kissed him back. You thought it was Steven, since you'd just spoken with him, but the intensity that radiated off the man holding you was too strong for Steven.

He bit your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, more than willing to deepen the kiss and allow him entry. The arm around your waist tightened, your own hands going from holding onto the front of his shirt to wrapping around his neck. You pressed yourself further against him until you both needed to breathe and finally disconnected. You stayed in each others arms, staring into his deep brown eyes.

You smiled. "Took you long enough, Marc."

The smirk you were met with was not Marc, however, and it was far from the gentle smiles Steven gave you. Your brow furrowed. "Not Marc."

He shook his head.

"And not...Steven," you added slowly.

Your heart skipped a beat, thinking of the way Marc had described his second alter. Dangerous, deadly, and...unknown. A wildcard. You blinked at those brown eyes, seeing the danger in them but also seeing the same emotions that Marc and Steven carried. Caring. Gentleness. Devotion.

Devotion to you.

In a whisper against your lips he said, "They were wasting their time when they could have been doing this."

You tried not to smile at that after listening to half a conversation through the door. Probably not the most ethical thing, but you'd been hoping to gain some insight as to why they'd refused to kiss you for so long.

"I will see you soon, ojos de angel," he said, voice struck with more gravel than you'd ever heard it. <angel eyes>

Then his head whipped back, his grip on you tightened even more for a fraction of a second, and when he faced you again it was Steven. He blinked at you, brow furrowing as his bottom lip turned out with confusion.

"Love?" he asked. His eyes scanned your face as if you weren't really you, and then lowered to the complete lack of space between your bodies. His fingers poked into your side and made you laugh, and with that sound he let go and leapt back. "I'm so sorry, I don't--I'm not sure what..."

Steven's eyes went to the picture frame on the nearby wall as he held his hands out as if to ask, "What the hell, Marc?"

You licked your lips, pressing your hands to your burning cheeks. "It wasn't Marc."

"What do you mean?" Steven looked back to you. He glanced at the reflection, where you figured Marc was confirming your statement. Then his eyes widened with a sharp inhale. "Do you--"

You nodded, not letting him finish the question. In the blink of an eye his back straightened and he was holding onto one of your arms and tilting your chin to look up at him.

"What did he do?" Marc asked. His lips were somewhere between a grimace like Steven's and a scowl.

"Nothing," you said. "I mean...he...we kissed. But that was it! He wasn't like, hurting me. He was very polite."

He'd even given you a pet name that you were going to Google the second you made it back to your phone.

Maybe it was the way you were avoiding meeting his eyes, or the fact that you knew he could feel the burn in your cheeks, but Marc's scowl deepened. "Did he say anything?"

"He said you and Steven were wasting your time," you explained. You finally met his gaze. "Which I absolutely agree with."

Marc tilted his head, raising and lowing his eyebrows with no way to argue with you. You were right--they had been wasting their time.

"I guess that means we have some time to make up for, right?" he said. And just like that his scowl turned into a grin, already pulling your face towards him for a kiss.

Just as your lips were about to touch his head fell back and Steven fronted. "What do you think you're doing?"

They began to argue, switching back and forth between Marc and Steven fronting when you interrupted. You groaned and slapped your hands on their cheeks, holding them to look at you. They'd swapped places so many times you weren't too sure who you were holding, but it didn't matter as you squished their cheeks. "I don't know where you got this idea that the first kiss is the most important. Usually first kisses suck anyway until you figure out what the other person likes! And besides, if I kiss Marc first, or Steven, it's just my first kiss with them, not...all of you. I'll have a first kiss with Marc, and I'll have a first kiss with Steven, okay?"

You shook their head back and forth to push the point home. You groaned again and shook harder until he finally grabbed your hands and held them away from his face. He pressed his forehead to yours, looking up at you through thick lashes

"Okay," Steven breathed, "okay, love. You're right. When we have our first kiss it'll just be ours, yeah?"

"Yeah." You smiled. "Promise you guys won't fight about this anymore?"

"Promise," Steven said.

Marc fronted, placing his hands on your neck and taking a deep inhale. "Promise."

I guess I have a type...

Potentially subby men, latinos, golden retriever boyfriends, awkward but with good intentions

This was literally so iconic and sexy of Oscar Isaac to do, the hair I’m—

Not saying 'I love you' back prank with moon boys

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

genre: fluffy af you could float on it mentally like a cloud ☁️

a/n: for the lovely person who requested more tiktok couple trends with the moon boys.

tagging: @twwcs

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Steven:

He was on his way to work when he said, "I love you! Laters Gators!", he was outside the door.

But when you didn't say it back, he immediately pokes his head in. "Love?"

"Hmm?" you look up from your position, sitting on a dining chair.

"I said I love you"

"Hmm"

"Hello?" he waves his hand in front of you, walking towards you. "Darling?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I love you"

"I know"

He looks confused for a second before he realises, "This is one of your pranks, innit?", he shakes his head slightly, his curls following the direction.

You can't hold your laugh anymore.

"Alright, that's it. I need you to say it, now, darling. Can't go without it. I love you!" he bends down to kiss your cheek. He presses his lips on your cheek, neck, nose, all over your face"

"I love you!" you blurt out, still giggling and capturing his lips with yours. "So much"

"That wasn't so hard, was it, love?" now he is the one smiling.

"You know I love you" your expression softens, you reach out to touch his cheek.

"I know, darling. I know", smiling, he takes your fingers closer to his lips and kisses the tips and then back of your hand, making your heart flutter with warmth and familiar love.

You can't help but smile. How did you get so lucky?

Marc:

"Anything else?"

"Hmm, just grab some chocolates on the way, thanks!"

Marc wanted to run for quick grocery shopping.

"Got it, I love you!"

"Okay"

He stops in his tracks, frowning. "Baby, did you forget something?"

You put on your serious thinking face, pretending to think, "Nope, just the chocolates"

Okay, maybe you didn't realise it.

"I love you, sweetheart"

You hum in response, not moving an inch from the couch you are sitting down comfortably.

He lets out a sigh. "Now you are doing it on purpose"

"Doing what?" you feign innocence.

"Say it back" he sounds serious, his eyebrows meeting together in concentration. He strides towards you, sitting next to you grumpily. "I'm not going out. Say it back", his expression softens a bit, his voice like a silent plea.

He yearns for it. Simple confirmation of reciprocated love.

"Marc" you laugh softly, giving in. You cup his face tenderly and caress his cheek with your thumb.

"I love you", a kiss on his forehead. "I love you", a reminder. "I love you", everything is alright. "I love you", a promise.

His face eases into a lovely smile.

"Ah, there. Better now. You look so handsome when you lose that grumpy eagle expression"

"What now?"

"Nothing" you kiss his lips.

"What grumpy eagle?"

"I love you, baby!", you get up and make your way to the kitchen to grab a snack, giggling to yourself.

"What grumpy eagle?" he asks again with serious voice, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Y/n/n?" he follows you to the kitchen making you laugh again.

Jake:

"I'll pick you up today, wait for me, querida" he unlocked the car door. "I love you, princesa"

Jake wanted to drop you off at work today, even though you insisted you could take the bus. What? His princesa taking the bus? Not on his watch.

"Mm hmm" you nod, opening the door and getting out.

You didn't even make full ten steps, he hurriedly gets out of the car, following you and grabbing your hand.

"Cariño, did you forget it?" he gives you cocky smirk.

"Oh, silly me" you smile and lean to kiss his cheek.

"Princesa" the cockiness in his voice was gone.

"Right" you peck his lips.

He still doesn't let go of your hand.

"What's wrong, Jake?" you ask with a subtle mischievous smile tugging at corners of your lips.

He doesn't want to seem desparate. He let's out a frustrated sigh.

"Princesa" this time his voice sounds little whiny, any trace of cockiness long gone.

"What?"

"Querida, are you angry?"

"No, why?" you have mastered the art of innocent face by now.

"You are really going to make me say it" he gazes into your eyes. That's alright, if you wanted him to ask for it, he would. For you, he would get on his knees and beg. He opens his mouth.

"Te amo, papi" you take his hands in yours with a sweet smile on your face, replacing the mischievous one.

His lips stay parted for a couple of seconds. You could see his eyes widening ever so slightly.

Your little confession in Spanish sounded like choir of angels singing in his ears. You never spoke in Spanish before with him and it felt more soft, more intimate, like a secret between just the two of you. Warmth spreads in his chest like sweet honey when golden sunrays pass throw it.

"You little devil" the smile on his face lights up his entire face, making his eyes crinkle.

Your heart clenches at how much loves his eyes holds for you.

"Say it again, por favor"

"Te amo"

"Again", he places palms on sides of your face and brings it closer to his. "Por favor", he pleads, like asking for one more drop of sweet nectar.

"Te amo" the soft smile never leaves your face once.

"Eres mi corazón", he rests his forehead against yours and kissing your head. "Mi vida", he slightly tilts your chin, kissing your lips as if to physically taste every bit of sweet honey.

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querida - sweetheart

cariño - darling

te amo - I love you

por favor - please

eres mi corazón - you are my heart

mi vida - my life

jake lockely, still in the tomb probably:

YOU SEE THIS! WE WANT THIS, WE LOVE THIS, WE NEED THIS!

mcumore posted this on instagram!

im thinking.,.,.

thinking VERY hard

Spider-man and the Moon Knight system, aka the poly ship we never knew we needed

Black Silk

Status: One-Shot

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.8k+

AN: There is a heartwrenching lack of Jack Russell content on Tumblr, so I'm here to throw my hat in the ring. Enjoy a whole lot of fluff and, yes, sensual sniffing with everyone's favorite wolf boy.

Read my other Jack Russell works here and here.

Translations:

"Cautivante" — "captivating"

"Mi amada" — "my darling," "my love"

"Señorita" — equivalent of "miss"

"Lo siento" — "I'm sorry"

. . .

When you see the dark figure walking along the side of the bustling highway, you’re sure it’s for the first time. After all, you’ve been driving this route every day for years now; you know it like the back of your hand. In your swiftly moving car—hey, so what if you like driving six miles over the speed limit at all times, sue you—you aren’t able to catch many details. A dark outfit and mop of ruffled hair is all that your mind absorbs in the brief moment you have to gather information. As you fly past, your eyes linger on the figure in your rearview mirror.

Are they lost? Having car trouble? Homeless? Your heart clenches as you watch several other cars pass up stopping for the stranger in addition to your own. You’ve listened to enough true crime podcasts to know some core rules to live by. Sure, none of them explicitly stated, ‘Don’t pick up strangers off the side of the highway,’ but you felt you could gather as much from context clues. Still, as the figure’s form grows smaller in your mirror, you find yourself heaving a reluctant sigh. It’s unusually cold for late October—under forty currently, with a low of twenty-nine degrees expected tonight—and the sun will set in just a handful of hours. If you’re driving with your seat warmers on, you know the stranger must be freezing. You don’t think they were even wearing a coat. 

After you’ve pulled off the side of the road, you throw the gear in reverse to close the distance between yourself and your stranger. The figure stops in the glow of your red tail lights, anticipating your approach. When you’re several feet away, you throw the vehicle in park, grab your bottle of pepper spray, and slip out of the car before you can change your mind.

The face that greets you when you turn around is…endearing. Your stranger is a middle-aged man with warm-toned skin, a prominent nose, and a strong, square jaw. His salt-and-pepper hair looks like it’s been freshly touseled, complimenting the dark shadow of stubble along his jaw. His green eyes are wide as he stares at you, his pale pink lips parted in surprise.

Standing here with his startled eyes upon you, you suddenly feel incredibly awkward. Maybe he didn’t want to be helped. Maybe he was perfectly fine walking on the side of the highway. Then, a frigid wind whisks past you, cutting right through your cashmere sweater, and you decide no, there was no way. This guy was dressed in nothing more than a plain black crew neck sweater and dark jeans. It was impossible for him to not be freezing.

“Uh, hi,” you greet him awkwardly with a small, sheepish wave. “I’m sorry, I know this is really abrupt, but I just saw you walking on the side of the road and…aren’t you freezing?”

The stranger’s eyebrows jump upward in surprise. He looks down at his clothes as if wondering to himself, ‘Should I be cold?’ He lifts his head to look at you again. “Uh, no. I’m not, actually.” His voice is soft, lilting slightly with a distinct accent. He offers you a small smile. There’s something about the slight crook of his teeth on the upper left hand side of his mouth that melts the awkwardness from your bones. “I guess you could say I’m pretty warm blooded. I always run a little on the hot side.” 

You nod thoughtfully, though you really can’t fathom how he’s not freezing his ass off right now. “Okay. Well, why are you walking out here? Where are you coming from?”

“Ah, my friend and I recently moved here. I live just that way,” he explains with enthusiasm, pointing one hand toward the expansive forest sprawling off the side of the highway. 

Your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. You’ve lived in this area all your life, have spent countless weekends walking the trails in those very woods. You know no one lives within them. Is he homeless, then? you wonder. Deeming it rude to pry, you instead respond, “Oh, okay. Well, is there anywhere you want me to take you?” 

The stranger’s eyebrows raise again, as if this thought had never occurred to him. “Actually, I was just walking to town to get coffee for my friend and I. Once a month we have a bit of…a, uh…a wild night, you could say. I was trying to get prepared before dark.”

You purse your lips, debating on how to give him the bad news. He definitely must be new to the area. “Well, I hate to tell you this, mystery man, but you’re moving away from town.” You point your finger in the opposite direction of where he was walking, back toward where you’d driven from. “Town is about twenty minutes that way.”

The stranger’s face falls at your words. Something about the tender disappointment in his expression reminds you of a kicked puppy. Your heart clenches at the sight. “Oh,” he says softly, seemingly at a loss for words. 

You offer him a friendly smile, seeking to lift his spirits. “I could drive you, if you wanted.” The words are out of your mouth before you even have time to contemplate them. What the fuck? the logical, true-crime-podcast-obsessed part of your mind hisses. Your pitiful heart pushes back, still insistent on helping this poor, coffee-needing, puppy-esque man. 

The stranger’s eyes brighten for a moment, glimmering a brilliant shade of grassy green. But then he lifts his hands, as if in apology. “That is very kind of you, señorita, but I must decline. I really need to be back before dark.” His voice is slightly anxious as he raises his hand to scratch behind one ear. 

Señorita. Your heart melts slightly at the word. Why were accents always so damn endearing? You shake your head at him. “Nonsense. If you need to be back before dark, that’s all the more reason for me to take you. You’ll never make it back in time on foot.” 

The stranger seems to weigh this hefty truth, nibbling his bottom lip in thought. The crook in his teeth peeks out at you adorably. Staring is rude, you chastise yourself, tearing your eyes from the sight. After a long moment of hesitation, he gives a slow nod. “Alright, you’ve got me. I thank you for your generosity.” 

You give him a wide, toothy grin, beckoning him back toward your vehicle. As he climbs into the passenger seat, you quirk an eyebrow at him expectantly. “No thanks needed, mystery man. I will, however, require payment in the form of your name.” 

The stranger gets to work making himself comfortable, burrowing his back into the warmth of the heated seat. He peers at you out of the corner of his eye at your question, watching you curiously. After a long moment, his lips draw into a slow smile. “Jack. Jack Russell,” he says quietly with a nod of affirmation. 

Your lips upturn slowly, mirroring his. “Well, Jack Russell, it’s nice to meet you. Now, let’s go get you that coffee.” 

. . .

The more you observe your new friend during your drive, the more convinced you are that his spirit animal would be a dog. Jack rides with his high cheekbone pressed against the window, his green eyes bright and curious. The radiant, warm-toned fall foliage passes by in a blur outside, along with birds, cars, and road signs. His eager eyes flicker about, taking in all of it in rapid succession. Your heart flutters at the earnesty in his gaze, the bone-deep contentment in his expression. If picking up this handsome, puppy-eyed stranger off the side of the highway was how you became the subject of one of your true crime podcasts…well, so be it. 

Several quiet minutes into your drive, you clear your throat quietly, seeking to break the silence. “So, Jack, where are you from?”

Jack’s gaze lingers on a small cluster of deer grazing beside the treeline before he draws his eyes to you. When he does, his gaze is all-consuming, attentive. Having grown up in a world with constant sources of distraction, the sheer intensity of his focus on you is startling. “I have lived in many places, actually. I typically do not stay in one space for too long. My work keeps me busy.” 

Your heart clenches slightly at his admission, and you mentally chastise yourself for it. Why be disappointed that he doesn’t stick around? It wasn’t as if you were liable to see him again, anyway. “Oh, I see. Well, what do you do for work?” 

A heavy pause. “I hunt monsters,” he says seriously. 

His words hang in the air for a long moment, suspended. Then, your abrupt laughter fills the car. Sure, the two of you might live in a world of spidermen, aliens, and tech genius superheroes, but you had never heard of any monsters. Jack gives you a cheeky grin, the quiet rumble of laughter in his throat joining in with yours. “Ah, a comedian, then,” you comment, shooting him a knowing glance. “And your friend? What do they do?” 

Jack’s eyes turn to the ceiling of your car, that warm grin still plastered on his face. “I suppose you could say we’re a traveling duo,” he says simply. 

You shake your head incredulously, a soft chuckle purring in your throat. You’re inclined to pry more, but think better of it. After all, you’d only asked for his name in payment for the ride, not his entire life story. “You said you had a wild night planned. What are you up to?” 

Jack’s olive green eyes turn to you again, dancing in the low light of the late-afternoon sun. His cheeks are flushed pink from the warmth of the car. “We’re going to…watch the moon,” he responds. 

Now, that one makes you deadpan. “Watch the moon,” you echo, eyebrows lifting in surprise. 

Jack only hums in response, affixing you with a closed-mouth smile and a self-satisfied gaze. His eyes twinkle in challenge, as if to say, ‘You don’t believe me?’ You pin him with a knowing look and a smirk of your own as you flick your blinker on, turning into the approaching Walmart parking lot. “Alright, mystery man, keep your secrets,” you say with a laugh. “We’re here. Let’s get you that coffee so you can get on to your…moon watching.” 

Pulling into the first parking spot you see, you turn off the car and exit it swiftly, Jack following quickly behind you. Though nightfall is a little over an hour off, you want to be conscientious of his need to get home before dark, especially if he was going to be trekking through the woods. As you walk toward the grocery entrance, Jack’s head moves on a swivel, taking in the sight of customers coming to and from the building like a kid in a candy store. Lost in thought, he nearly walks directly into an elderly woman pushing her cart toward her car. Jumping back just in time, he murmurs a sheepish, “Lo siento,” and bows his head in apology before shuffling after you. An amused chuckle rises up in your throat, and you trap it behind a smile. 

As the two of you approach the grocery entrance, you spy the familiar sight of a Girl Scout’s booth set up just outside. A young girl, likely not even ten-years-old, stands beside the booth, her scout’s sash displayed proudly over the thick coat she wears. She bravely steps forward as customers enter and exit the store to give her brief sales pitch. Your heart aches at the crestfallen expression on her face when customers respond with gentle denials. Your hand is dipping into your purse before you even realize it, your fingers clasping onto your wallet. 

“Hi,” you say kindly as you and Jack come to a stop beside her booth. She turns toward you quickly, all bouncy black curls and brown doe eyes. You give her a radiant smile as you hold out a handful of bills. “I’ll take a box of Tagalongs and Adventurefuls, please. And you can keep the change.” 

The girl positively beams at you as she accepts your money with tentative fingers. When she places the boxes in your hands moments later, you add with a wide smile, “Thank you so much. You have no idea how you just made my day.” 

Tagalongs and Adventurefuls in tow, you and Jack walk into the store with purpose in your step. As your eye searches for the aisle marker labeled ‘Coffee,’ you can’t help but notice Jack staring at you out of the corner of your eye. At first, you think it’s just a momentary glance, but when you still spy his face turned toward you after several seconds of walking, you turn to look at him fully. He’s pinning you with the same thoughtful gaze as he had in the car, all closed-lipped smiles and twinkling eyes. As if he’s collecting observations of you and bottling them up, studious impressions reserved for him and him alone. 

Suddenly acutely self-conscious, you give him a nervous smile. “What is it?” you ask, voice quiet with hesitation. 

Jack’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he dips his head to his chest, his eyes never straying from yours. “You are very kind, señorita. Helping strangers as you do.” His voice is soft and earnest, each word carefully crafted and caressed as they pass the curve of his pink lips. He seems to smile a little wider as he adds, “Myself included.” 

Your lips part slightly in surprise at his statement, heat flushing your cheeks in a rush. Was it hot in this Walmart or what? You’d need to tell a manager that the thermostat was a little off if you spotted one. “Well, I’m definitely not perfect, but the world desperately needs more kindness. I try to do what I can,” you say bashfully. Seeking to divert the focus of conversation from yourself, you fix him with a knowing gaze. “You seem like a pretty nice guy yourself.” 

Jack chuckles quietly at you, turning his olive green eyes to the aisle signs overhead. “You are too generous to this stranger, señorita. I try to be as kind as I can. I struggle once in a full moon, but I suppose we all do.” 

You giggle good-naturedly at his slip. “You mean once in a blue moon?”

Jack’s lips part slightly, his expression one of genuine surprise. However, it lasts only a moment. He quickly gives you a sheepish grin, raising a hand to scratch hastily behind his ear. A nervous tick, you supposed. “Uh, yes, right. Of course.” 

Within moments, you find yourself alongside the coffee aisle. You dip into it swiftly, Jack following only a step behind. You come to a stop in the center of the coffee section, a wide array of possibilities available before you. “So, what kind are you looking for?” you ask expectantly. 

Jack’s eyes rove over the options quickly, seemingly seeing everything and nothing at once. His dark brows knit inward as he admits, “I…I’m not sure. My friend, Ted, normally gets the coffee. I haven’t any idea what I am looking for.” 

Your eyes widen in surprise. If this man had no idea what type of coffee to get, there was only one way to proceed. “Black Silk,” you say matter-of-factly. 

Jack turns to you slowly, confusion pinching his handsome features. “Black silk?” he echoes, the words rolling off his tongue without recognition. 

You nod wholeheartedly, eyes imploring and earnest. If there was one way you could truly help this man today, it would be this. “Yes. Folgers’ Black Silk. The only option when it comes to purchasing coffee. Especially if you don’t know where to start.” You beckon him toward the shelves of familiar red containers. Your trained eye finds the black-labeled tub instantly, and you crouch down, grabbing the largest option with eager fingers. “Let me tell you, mystery man. This coffee right here? A life changer.” 

“Oh.” Jack’s eyes are wide as saucers as he looks from you, to the container in your hands, and back to you. One corner of his full lips creeps upward as he gazes at you in equal parts amusement and intrigue. “A life changer, you say?” 

You nod. 

“And you think I need the largest tub they have?” An adorable peekaboo from that crooked grin of his. If you didn’t stop staring, you’d be reduced to nothing but a puddle on the floor. Clean up in Aisle 20.

“Yes. You’ll thank me later. If you’re doubting me…” Your gaze sweeps the aisle on either side of you. It’s just the two of you here, alone. Your fingers make quick work of popping the lid from its place and peeling back a section of the Aromaseal within. “...then just smell it. I promise, all your doubts will be erased.” 

Jack’s eyes dance with amusement as his gaze flickers between you and the coffee. You hold your ground, a challenge portrayed in the slant of your smirk. As if to say, ‘Yes, this is a hill I will die on.’ After several moments of bated breath, Jack lowers his head to the lip of the container. Instead of drawing in a long inhale like most human beings, he sucks in several short, rapid sniffs in succession. In that moment, you’re signed, sealed, and delivered–this man’s spirit animal is undeniably a dog, without question. Shaking your head incredulously, you close your eyes and dip your chin to savor the aroma yourself. 

The first word that enters your mind as you draw in a deep inhale is ‘bold.’ The scent of the dark roast is rich and robust as it weaves through your senses, awakening them instantaneously. The aroma is intense, luxurious, alluring. Your mouth waters unbidden as you hold the scent in, savoring it, before exhaling slowly through your nose. You can practically taste the notes of dark chocolate and smoke on your tongue. 

Satisfied, you slowly open your eyes. When you do, you find yourself gazing into two pools of olive green. Jack stares at you over the container of Black Silk between you, his eyes thoughtful, watchful, attentive. There is a gentleness behind his soft gaze, something intangible in the supple curve of his lips and his vaguely knotted brow that is fond, affectionate. 

“Cautivante.” The endearment is spoken on a breath, so faint you’re unsure you truly heard it. Your eyes fall to Jack’s lips, now parted slightly with bated breath. Your heartbeat flutters rapidly in your chest, fast as hummingbird wings, making you dizzy. Your very flesh seems to sing under his enthralled gaze, your skin warm and flushed, your knees weak. Unable to pry your eyes from the softness of his lips, the dip of his Cupid’s Bow. Your own lips seem to hum under his watch, calling out to him, buzzing so intensely you’re certain he must be able to see it, to feel it. As if drawn together by an invisible thread, you see him inch imperceptibly closer, and you mirror him, the song in your bones growing louder and louder– 

Ca-thunk. The sound nearly startles you out of your skin, slicing clean through the tension of the moment. Jumping backward, you turn to look past Jack at a very uncomfortable-looking woman several paces away. It’s very clear that she had been aware of your little….moment and had been trying to grab her tub of coffee unnoticed. Sorry, she mouths with a pained grimace. She dips down to grab the container of French roast that she had dropped on the floor and scurries off without another word. 

Fuck, your mind groans as panic sets in. Your gaze reluctantly slides to Jack, expecting to find his face twisted in regret, mortification, or awkwardness. Instead, you find him still watching you intently, captivated, spellbound. His olive eyes drink in your features like a man starved of drink. The feeling steals your breath away. 

You watch as his lips part wider, as he draws in a breath to speak. A rush of white hot panic sends your heart leaping into your throat at the sight. What would he say? Nerves thoroughly fried, you weren’t sure you could handle it, good or bad. So you beat him to it, hastily blurting out, “So, did you like it?” 

For a long moment, Jack’s expression hangs suspended, still as stone. He scarcely breathes as his eyes rove over your features, searching. You give him an awkward half-smile, mentally loathing yourself and your painful awkwardness in matters of affection. Part of you wants to tuck tail and run as far away from here as possible, hoping to save some scrap of your dignity. A bigger part of you wants to take his handsome, stubbled face in your hands and press those blush pink lips to yours, throwing caution to the wind. 

But neither of those things happen. When Jack finally releases the breath he’s been holding, the sound is low, wistful. “Yes, I liked it very much,” he says quietly, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t place. 

You release a bated breath of your own. Regret fills the space it once occupied, cold and heavy. “Alright, then…Great. Let’s get you home to your friend.”

. . . 

The ride back from town is quiet. Well, quiet on the outside. The inside of your mind is utter turmoil, a cacophonous tirade of:

What the fuck were you thinking–

Damn that woman–

He’s still a stranger, you know. You never should have picked up a stranger–

His lips were so perfect, how the hell can he be so–

“Here will do.” 

Jack’s soft voice startles you out of your mental beratement so abruptly that you have to white-knuckle the steering wheel to keep from swerving. Your eyes flicker to the side of the road where you’re currently driving, a grassy hill leading down to the forest beyond. You look at him next, eyes settling on his clasped hands, the fingers that he’s been twiddling for the past twenty minutes. “Here?” you say, your voice quiet. “Are you sure?” 

Jack gazes at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips upturned in a small, sheepish smile. “Yes, I’m sure. I live just a couple miles from here. If I begin walking now, I can arrive home before dark.” 

Ah, yes, nightfall. Your eyes turn to the dipping sun, just barely visible over the treeline to your left. It paints the sky in gold and burnt orange, the clouds overhead dip dyed in radiant shades of pink and purple. Your heart clenches at the sight, at the thought that time is running out. You turn on your blinker and pull into the gravel off the side of the highway with a lump in your throat. 

The two of you sit in still silence for a moment as you shift the car into park. The air in the cab is thick with nerves, with words left unsaid, actions left undone. You nibble at your bottom lip anxiously, wondering what on earth you could say to cut the tension. 

Jack beats you to it. “It was lovely to make your acquaintance, señorita.” His voice is sweet and kind, his eyes wide and emphatic. He gives you a small smile. Your eyes drink in the sight greedily, committing it to memory. “Thank you for helping this poor stranger. You have a warm and generous heart. I will leave you to continue your night in peace.” 

Peace. Your heart knows no such feeling as his hand closes around the grocery bag between his legs, as his fingers clasp the car door handle. Your heart revolts as he pushes the door open and begins to step out of the car. Sure, this was all your fault. You’d known from the get-go that your mystery man wasn’t sticking around. He’d told you as much himself. But that didn’t change how outright wrong it felt to watch him go. It didn’t change how desperately you wanted him to stay, the lengths you’d go to see him again, just one more time. Moon watching be damned. 

“Jack,” you say suddenly, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. Your mystery man’s posture stiffens slightly, followed by a slow, agonizing turn as he shifts to look back within the car, back at you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, your eyes rove over his face, searching, imploring. “Will I see you again?” Your voice is small, fearful, hopeful. 

Jack’s eyes widen at the raw emotion in your voice, a wealth of words said and unsaid. His green eyes search your face, picking you apart, reading you like a cherished novel. Whatever he finds within your expression, it prompts him to crouch down, reaching the front half of his body into the passenger side of the car. His earnest eyes do not stray from yours as he gently takes your right hand from the steering wheel. His fingertips are warm and lightly calloused as he lifts the sleeve of your sweater ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your skin as he nestles his nose against the soft flesh of the inside of your wrist. Slowly, he draws in a deep, long inhale. He holds the breath in his lungs, savoring. Your heart stammers wildly in your chest as you transcend several levels of the multiverse in the length of his breath. 

“Cautivante.” His soft lips brush affectionately over the flesh of your wrist as he speaks the word. Turning your palm over, he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, his lips warm and plush. Dazed and flushed, you’re certain that your soul has left your body until he speaks softly, grounding you to the spot. “Do you wish to see me again?” His voice is small, fearful, hopeful. 

You don’t even hesitate. “Yes.” 

His olive eyes sparkle at your eagerness, mouth widening into a delighted grin, eyes smiling at their corners. Your heart melts at the crook in his teeth as he looks down at your hands, bashful, then back up at you again. His teeth tug at his bottom lip thoughtfully as he grins at you. “Well, if that is what you wish, mi amada, then that is what you shall receive.” 

And in the blink of an eye, he’s gone, with only the slightest lingering aroma of Black Silk remaining in his place. 

. . . 

Driving home from work the following day, you’re almost embarrassed to admit that you’ve spent more time searching the woods on the side of the road than looking at the road itself. But when you spot a familiar dark haired man standing off the side of the highway a half mile ahead, all sense of shame leaves your mind. You flick on your blinker in an instant, pulling over without hesitation. 

The first thing you notice about Jack is how bone-deep exhausted he looks. His salt-and-pepper hair is entirely unkempt, his eyes framed by dark, shadowy circles. You’re almost sure he’s wearing the exact same black sweater and jeans from the day before. Still, when he sees you approach, his face brightens like a man who’s just had his best sleep in years. Your heart swells three sizes at the sight. 

He throws the door open and dips into your passenger seat like it’s the only thing he’s thought of in the past twenty-four hours. “Hello,” he greets you adorably, face split with a wide, cheeky grin. 

You couldn’t hold back your laughter if you’d tried. “Hello,” you greet him in return. Your skin seems to sing in his very presence, heart fluttering with an intoxicating mix of nerves and anticipation. “Out of coffee already?” you joke. 

He gives you a knowing smile, eyes twinkling. “Sure, you could say that.” 

Your teeth pin down your bottom lip, trying to bite back a grin. “Well, that sounds like a serious problem,” you try to keep a straight face, to keep the bit rolling, but glee sneaks into your tone anyway. “We’d better fix that.” 

Jack’s hand slips over yours on the gear shift, his thumb kneading the backs of your knuckles affectionately. With his olive green eyes on you, you feel like you could do anything, go anywhere. His presence is a drug, so much more addictive than caffeine could ever be. “Indeed, mi amada.” His grin widens ever so slightly, giving you the perfect glimpse of that endearing crook in his teeth. Your lips hum in response, eager to kiss that sacred spot, to adore every inch of him. To keep that grin plastered on his face forevermore. “Lead the way.”

Benny Miller + Santiago Garcia Triple Frontier (2019)

— Devil May Cry ~ how they’d kiss you — headcanons

Warnings - mentions of kissing, talking of being turned on, light swearing, slight choking, slight dominant behaviour from characters

Reader - gender neutral

Characters - Dante, Vergil, Nero, V

A / N - have nothing to say for this one other than the fact I’m super horny for the DMC guys, and I’m literally in love with them all. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) (also, I’m not marking this one NSFW as I think it’s more on the “fluff” side of things)

— Dante —

He’d probably have you against a wall or a desk, anything that would mean you’re pinned up against something

He’d curl his finger under your chin and pull your face up to make you look at him in the eyes

Obviously he’s going to have that devil smirk on his face, full well knowing what he’s doing to you

He’d rub his thumb across your bottom lip then slightly down your chin, his eyes never leaving yours

He’ll slowly lean into you, resting his forehead against yours, and making your noses touch

Dante will let out a little hum and then lean into the kiss, he’d stay there for a few seconds, barely making your lips meet before pulling away again

His hand would move from your chin and slightly down your neck, he’d have his hand wrapped around it but he wouldn’t squeeze - at least not yet

His thumb would trace up and down the side of your neck as he goes back into the kiss, slowly just to tease you

He’d barely kiss you at first but eventually he’d deepen the kiss, getting more into it as he feels that familiar sensation growing in the pit of his stomach

Dante would make the kiss faster and more passionate, almost like he was completely desperate for every part of you, his hands would wander a lot more, one most likely resting them on your ass even if you were pushed up against something

Eventually he’d push his body against yours, he’d be becoming more impatient with himself, his free hand would rub up the side of your body, pushing up your shirt to expose your skin

His other hand would move from your ass and come back up to your throat, he’d squeeze slightly, just enough so you’d feel some pressure and hopefully pleasure from it - but nothing too drastic

He’d only pull away to catch his breath, sighing in satisfaction and giving you a stupid smile before quickly going back to kissing you just as desperate as before, until eventually he drags you off somewhere more “private”

— Vergil —

He’d stand in front of you, silently looking at you before letting out a quiet sigh

Virgil would walk up to you, giving you a barely noticeable smile before placing a hand on your cheek

His thumb rubbing up and down your face while he looks you in the eyes before slowly leaning in, just making sure you didn’t want to back away

He’d be pretty delicate at first, it’d be slow and sensual - not too much pressure behind the kiss but still enough for you to know that he wanted nothing more than kissing you

He’d pull away slightly, resting his forehead on yours before gently grabbing your face, making sure you stayed looking at him

His kisses would quickly become more sloppy and needy, but still as sensual as it was before

He’d probably back you up against something just so you were more supported

If he couldn’t get you up against something he’d just have a hand placed on the bottom of your back, pulling you into his body while his other hand rests against the side of your neck instead

Eventually he’d pull away, smiling slightly at you before taking a step back

His hand would brush through his hair before nodding slightly then he’d probably just turn away or go straight back to kissing you

If he goes back to kissing you then prepare to be there for awhile, because he’s a lot more needy and touch starved than he leads on

— Nero —

Nero would grab your arm unexpectedly while you’re walking in front of him, he’d pull you back and spin you around so you clash against him

He’d give you a cheeky smile as one hand rests on your lower back and his other rubbing up your arm towards your shoulder

He’d give you a quick look up and down, and maybe shooting you a little wink

He wouldn’t hesitate to kiss you, it’d be quick and desperate, but in a good way. It wouldn’t be sloppy or anything like that, more like controlled passion than anything else

You’d both be out of breath pretty quickly, but he’d only pull away for a split second before going straight back at it

Nero would groan into the kiss, putting more pressure behind the kiss as his grip on your shoulder tightens before his hand slides to the side of your neck

His other hand would go to the other side of your neck too, he’d most likely try slide his tongue into your mouth as he gets more desperate for your touch

He’d become more needy and desperate the more he became turned on, he’d be trying to press his crotch against you in an attempt to ease the pressure that was slowly growing in his trousers

“Fuck,” he’d groan as he pulled back from you, “can we please move this somewhere else?”

He’d talk in between kissing you, he wouldn’t want to pull away for long

— V —

He’d most likely have been walking with you, once you had reached where ever you were going he’d say your name to make you turn around

His finger would brush up the side of your cheek before his hand comes back to rest on it, his other hand doing the same to the other side of your face

He’d look at you with content, a smile across his face as one thumb rubs across your bottom lip

V would lean in, his lips hovering over yours, “may I?” He’d wait for you to nod or say something before kissing you

He’d kiss you delicately, slowly, and sensually - he’d take his time, saving every moment of it but never wanting it to end

His thumbs would occasionally run across your cheek as he deepened the kiss, quietly groaning into your mouth

The kiss wouldn’t exactly quicken, he’d want to keep it more on the almost “romantic” side, wanting to just take his time with you

One hand would leave your face to go to the top of your arm, he’d give it a light squeeze before pushing into the kiss a bit more and then giving your bottom lip a subtle bite

When he finally pulls back he’d sigh happily, catching his breath before brushing his hair back out of his face

He’d place his hand back on your face before giving you a quick kiss on the lips then giving you another kiss but this time on your forehead

V would give you a nod before spinning around on his heels and walking away

Heeeey, welcome to DMC fandom! Can I request general relationship headcanons for DMC boys? Just some fluffy stuff, like what kind of dates they are into, what kind of partner each of them are, into PDA or not, etc. But it's all up to you :)

Thanks in advance!

Hey there! I’ve actually been lurking in the fandom for a couple of years and only recently decided to write about it. Thank you for this request and enjoy!

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• I mentioned in a previous headcanon of mine that despite his loud personality, Dante is actually a shy lover. By this I mean: at first Dante will take quite a long time to acknowledge and address his feelings and even more to actually ask you out. You’ll need to be patient with him because he’ll shamelessly flirt as a joke but get flustered if you flirt back. Or expect you to understand that if he is standing next you in a specific way, he’s flirting for real and not joking.

Expert at not taking the hint. He’s used to people and things wanting to kill him so there is no way you’re interested in him that way, right?

He’s a weird unblended mix of an experienced womanizer and a teenager that has no idea what he’s doing.

It will be awkward at first not gonna lie.

When you manage to become a couple though, it becomes much much easier. All of a sudden all those weird moments and interactions vanish and the relationship starts flowing like you’ve always been by each other’s side.

Dante would want to go out on a date at least once or twice a week. He’s one of those guys that pretend not to want to be around their S/O all the time, but actually do. (He acts like a sad puppy when he doesn’t).

That said, due to his lack of money, he would prefer simple dates over anything else. A walk in the park, window shopping or cheap dates like cinema and bowling. 

He’s a sucker for mundane things. His life is full of adrenaline rushes and violence so he truly cherishes the few moments of daily life he gets. This, however, doesn’t mean he’ll just settle for calm activities. He would definetely drag you to an amusement park at least once to go on rollercoasters.

If you don’t handle scary stuff well, be ready because he’ll force you to go to haunted houses or watch horror movies just so you can cling to him and tease you about it.

He’s a really fun partner to be with and he feels more like a friend you can go on adventures with than a safe home to return to. 

He’s very protective of his loved ones so if you were ever in a pinch, he would come help you out any way he can. He’s not very book smart though, so you might not want him to help you with your studies.

His love language is physical touch so he loves, and i mean, loves PDA. He doesn’t care if other people are staring, let them be. If he wants to kiss you, he will. If he wants a hug, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

When walking in public he always has his arm around your shoulders, hips or holding your hands. He wants to feel you by his side, especially since he never knows whether it might be your last.

When holding hands, he runs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. It feels very intimate to him.

He adores kisses. Mouth, forehead, cheeks, neck, hands, wherever. He loves it.

Speaking of kisses, he is very intense when he kisses you. His lips will blend on yours stealing your breath away and he’s greedy, so he’ll always ask for more.

"Just one more… No no that didn’t count, one more"

Cuddles on the sofa are a must. He is a literal human heater so he’ll gladly warm you up in winter.

If you tend to have cold hands or feet he will warm them up for you but you have to warn him first.

That one time you put your cold feet on his legs without telling him first he literally screamed.

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Vergil is a cold and diffident man. It will take him a long time to trust you and if he develops feelings for you, he’ll be in denial for the longest time. When he accepts his feelings, however, he won’t act on them and would consequently become grumpier with everyone. There would be a huge contradiction between what he feels and his behavior.

He might look at you like he wants to kill you and be thinking that you look very pretty with the clothes you’re wearing, for example.

His inner struggle wouldn’t really be caused by a disgust for feelings rather his intrusive thoughts take control  and start sabotaging him. For example he might believe that no one would ever love him so he isn’t allowed to love anyone. Or that he doesn’t deserve happiness because of all the pain he’s inflicted on others.

He would start ignoring you and crave your presence. If he saw you at Devil May Cry, he would go the other way but stay close enough to be able to see you.

Things would change if you asked him if he hates you. It is obvious to him that the answer is no and that his behavior is clearly misguiding you so he would try to be around you more.

Communication about feelings with Vergil is complicated so it seems unlikely that he’d confess them and get into a relationship. It’s more likely for you two to slowly get closer to each other until you both realize you’ve been acting like a couple without explicitly saying so. 

It starts with Vergil always be around for one reason or the other.

“That seems heavy, I’ll take it for you.”

“I just had a commission nearby, that’s all.”

“Didn’t know you would be here” “Vergil… I work here”.

He gets so flustered it’s cute. He turns away immediately though, so you never truly see him blush.

Like Dante, he likes mundane life so he loves walking around the city with you, going to theatres and museums and, obviously, visiting libraries and bookshops. 

He doesn’t speak much but he listens to everything you say and remembers every little thing. There’s a book you mentioned you like? He reads it and tells you his opinion. There’s an event you keep forgetting about? He reminds you of it, and so on.

His love language is complicated to pinpoint. I’m pretty sure he loves physical touch but, being the touch starved man he is, too much of it would make him short circuit. Same with words of affirmations. He grew up surrounded by hate so loving words are new to him, they would make him feel vulnerable and he hates that. 

It would take a lot of trust and time but he would learn to love cuddle time on the sofa or on the bed. He would even find comfort in laying on you and hearing your heartbeat.

Vergil as a partner would show his vulnerability to you and you only once he truly trusts you as in: he will allow himself to cry in your presence, but don’t expect him to allow you to see him cry. He will hide his face on your shoulder or keep his back turned on you. 

Besides his hurtful past and his feelings, Vergil worships you. You see in his eyes how much he cares for you, suddenly his grey eyes don’t seem so cold anymore. His touches are very light and delicate like he’s afraid to hurt you. 

Not his kisses. He usually has a lot of self control around you, but when he kisses you it all vanishes. They’re deep and passionate, like he’s trying to merge his soul to yours, and will hold you impossibly close. Because they’re so intense, kisses with Vergil aren’t that common and they definitely don’t happen in public.

PDA is a big no for Vergil. What’s between you two is no concern for other people and, as such, it must stay indoors. He will allow you to hold his hand or circle your arm around his but he won’t initiate.

Overall Vergil is a man you’ll need a lot of patience with but he will make sure you feel as loved as he feels.

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Out of the three Nero is the most normal when it comes to relationships. If he’s interested he will show it, spend time with you and ask you out on a date. He’s pretty straightforward and honest so you really won’t have problems understanding if he likes you or not. 

He’s had experience in relationships before with his ex-girlfriend Kyrie (they’re still on good terms) so he knows how to act around a lover and is not the least worried about his feelings.

Despite acting and looking like a punk, Nero has a clean and mostly sorted out inner world. He has his good amount of issues, obviously,  but at least he isn’t as emotionally constipated as his father and uncle.

When in love, Nero smiles and laughs much more than usual which makes his interest pretty obvious. 

He has a specific tone he only uses with his S/O and I think that’s beautiful. It’s not really a puppy or lovesick one but his normally gruff voice becomes gentler and his words soft-spoken.

Nero would most likely enjoy going on interactive dates like cinema, concerts, skating or paintball.

Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT go to watch horror movies with this man. He might be a devil hunter but he’s terrified of ghosts. He will scream the girliest scream you’ll ever hear and tell everyone it was you. 

Dates with Nero are pretty frequent and spontaneous, but he’d like to go on a fancy date either once every two weeks or once a month. He likes eating good food and wants to spoil his partner.

During normal dates he probably takes the two of you to eat at Taco Bell or something.

He’s not exactly romantic or one for cliches so you’ll never see him serenade you or buy you flowers, but he’ll always show he cares in his way. For example he will always bring you a snack at work or help you clean your apartment.

His love languages are acts of service and quality time. He isn’t the best with words and physical touch is pretty neutral to him.

He doesn’t mind PDA, he’ll honestly go with the flow. If you like PDA he will drap an arm around your shoulders, hold you close to him and occasionally kiss your forehead. If you don’t, he’ll just hold your hand or pinky finger.

Inside jokes. A lot of inside jokes. People might say something about shoes and you’d start laughing for apparently no reason after throwing a look at each other.

He gives the best hugs, whenever you’re sad or not feeling well he just grabs you and hugs the problem away. You’re actually surprised by how well it seems to work everytime.

Being in a relationship with Nero means having Nico tease you all day, all week. They’re a 2 for 1 deal. You might be casually speaking or joking that she would come out from nowhere and tell you to go get a room.

Arguments with Nero happen pretty often because he has a short temper. However you found a nice way to end them quickly: pillow fights. Whenever you see that you’re having a disagreement you both grab a pillow and start hitting the other while stating out one of the reasons you are right. The one who wins the pillow fight, wins the argument.

Obviously, if it’s about an important matter, you’ll be responsible and talk it out as calmly as possible.

Some people see your relationship as childlike or teenage-like but it’s really healthy and it works for you, plus they don’t know how serious both of you can be about it.

Kisses with Nero are always surrounded by giggles, for some reason. You have so much fun with each other that even kisses can’t seem to be serious.

One of your favorite activities together is playing videogames. You once showed him Mario Kart and now he’s obsessed. Every Sunday you must have a Mario Kart tournament or he will get grumpy. 

You’re the only person he doesn’t mind losing to.

Thank you for reading this, let me know what you think about it! I ended up writing a lot about this lol.

Heeeey, welcome to DMC fandom! Can I request general relationship headcanons for DMC boys? Just some fluffy stuff, like what kind of dates they are into, what kind of partner each of them are, into PDA or not, etc. But it's all up to you :)

Thanks in advance!

Hey there! I’ve actually been lurking in the fandom for a couple of years and only recently decided to write about it. Thank you for this request and enjoy!

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• I mentioned in a previous headcanon of mine that despite his loud personality, Dante is actually a shy lover. By this I mean: at first Dante will take quite a long time to acknowledge and address his feelings and even more to actually ask you out. You’ll need to be patient with him because he’ll shamelessly flirt as a joke but get flustered if you flirt back. Or expect you to understand that if he is standing next you in a specific way, he’s flirting for real and not joking.

Expert at not taking the hint. He’s used to people and things wanting to kill him so there is no way you’re interested in him that way, right?

He’s a weird unblended mix of an experienced womanizer and a teenager that has no idea what he’s doing.

It will be awkward at first not gonna lie.

When you manage to become a couple though, it becomes much much easier. All of a sudden all those weird moments and interactions vanish and the relationship starts flowing like you’ve always been by each other’s side.

Dante would want to go out on a date at least once or twice a week. He’s one of those guys that pretend not to want to be around their S/O all the time, but actually do. (He acts like a sad puppy when he doesn’t).

That said, due to his lack of money, he would prefer simple dates over anything else. A walk in the park, window shopping or cheap dates like cinema and bowling. 

He’s a sucker for mundane things. His life is full of adrenaline rushes and violence so he truly cherishes the few moments of daily life he gets. This, however, doesn’t mean he’ll just settle for calm activities. He would definetely drag you to an amusement park at least once to go on rollercoasters.

If you don’t handle scary stuff well, be ready because he’ll force you to go to haunted houses or watch horror movies just so you can cling to him and tease you about it.

He’s a really fun partner to be with and he feels more like a friend you can go on adventures with than a safe home to return to. 

He’s very protective of his loved ones so if you were ever in a pinch, he would come help you out any way he can. He’s not very book smart though, so you might not want him to help you with your studies.

His love language is physical touch so he loves, and i mean, loves PDA. He doesn’t care if other people are staring, let them be. If he wants to kiss you, he will. If he wants a hug, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

When walking in public he always has his arm around your shoulders, hips or holding your hands. He wants to feel you by his side, especially since he never knows whether it might be your last.

When holding hands, he runs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. It feels very intimate to him.

He adores kisses. Mouth, forehead, cheeks, neck, hands, wherever. He loves it.

Speaking of kisses, he is very intense when he kisses you. His lips will blend on yours stealing your breath away and he’s greedy, so he’ll always ask for more.

"Just one more… No no that didn’t count, one more"

Cuddles on the sofa are a must. He is a literal human heater so he’ll gladly warm you up in winter.

If you tend to have cold hands or feet he will warm them up for you but you have to warn him first.

That one time you put your cold feet on his legs without telling him first he literally screamed.

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Vergil is a cold and diffident man. It will take him a long time to trust you and if he develops feelings for you, he’ll be in denial for the longest time. When he accepts his feelings, however, he won’t act on them and would consequently become grumpier with everyone. There would be a huge contradiction between what he feels and his behavior.

He might look at you like he wants to kill you and be thinking that you look very pretty with the clothes you’re wearing, for example.

His inner struggle wouldn’t really be caused by a disgust for feelings rather his intrusive thoughts take control  and start sabotaging him. For example he might believe that no one would ever love him so he isn’t allowed to love anyone. Or that he doesn’t deserve happiness because of all the pain he’s inflicted on others.

He would start ignoring you and crave your presence. If he saw you at Devil May Cry, he would go the other way but stay close enough to be able to see you.

Things would change if you asked him if he hates you. It is obvious to him that the answer is no and that his behavior is clearly misguiding you so he would try to be around you more.

Communication about feelings with Vergil is complicated so it seems unlikely that he’d confess them and get into a relationship. It’s more likely for you two to slowly get closer to each other until you both realize you’ve been acting like a couple without explicitly saying so. 

It starts with Vergil always be around for one reason or the other.

“That seems heavy, I’ll take it for you.”

“I just had a commission nearby, that’s all.”

“Didn’t know you would be here” “Vergil… I work here”.

He gets so flustered it’s cute. He turns away immediately though, so you never truly see him blush.

Like Dante, he likes mundane life so he loves walking around the city with you, going to theatres and museums and, obviously, visiting libraries and bookshops. 

He doesn’t speak much but he listens to everything you say and remembers every little thing. There’s a book you mentioned you like? He reads it and tells you his opinion. There’s an event you keep forgetting about? He reminds you of it, and so on.

His love language is complicated to pinpoint. I’m pretty sure he loves physical touch but, being the touch starved man he is, too much of it would make him short circuit. Same with words of affirmations. He grew up surrounded by hate so loving words are new to him, they would make him feel vulnerable and he hates that. 

It would take a lot of trust and time but he would learn to love cuddle time on the sofa or on the bed. He would even find comfort in laying on you and hearing your heartbeat.

Vergil as a partner would show his vulnerability to you and you only once he truly trusts you as in: he will allow himself to cry in your presence, but don’t expect him to allow you to see him cry. He will hide his face on your shoulder or keep his back turned on you. 

Besides his hurtful past and his feelings, Vergil worships you. You see in his eyes how much he cares for you, suddenly his grey eyes don’t seem so cold anymore. His touches are very light and delicate like he’s afraid to hurt you. 

Not his kisses. He usually has a lot of self control around you, but when he kisses you it all vanishes. They’re deep and passionate, like he’s trying to merge his soul to yours, and will hold you impossibly close. Because they’re so intense, kisses with Vergil aren’t that common and they definitely don’t happen in public.

PDA is a big no for Vergil. What’s between you two is no concern for other people and, as such, it must stay indoors. He will allow you to hold his hand or circle your arm around his but he won’t initiate.

Overall Vergil is a man you’ll need a lot of patience with but he will make sure you feel as loved as he feels.

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Out of the three Nero is the most normal when it comes to relationships. If he’s interested he will show it, spend time with you and ask you out on a date. He’s pretty straightforward and honest so you really won’t have problems understanding if he likes you or not. 

He’s had experience in relationships before with his ex-girlfriend Kyrie (they’re still on good terms) so he knows how to act around a lover and is not the least worried about his feelings.

Despite acting and looking like a punk, Nero has a clean and mostly sorted out inner world. He has his good amount of issues, obviously,  but at least he isn’t as emotionally constipated as his father and uncle.

When in love, Nero smiles and laughs much more than usual which makes his interest pretty obvious. 

He has a specific tone he only uses with his S/O and I think that’s beautiful. It’s not really a puppy or lovesick one but his normally gruff voice becomes gentler and his words soft-spoken.

Nero would most likely enjoy going on interactive dates like cinema, concerts, skating or paintball.

Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT go to watch horror movies with this man. He might be a devil hunter but he’s terrified of ghosts. He will scream the girliest scream you’ll ever hear and tell everyone it was you. 

Dates with Nero are pretty frequent and spontaneous, but he’d like to go on a fancy date either once every two weeks or once a month. He likes eating good food and wants to spoil his partner.

During normal dates he probably takes the two of you to eat at Taco Bell or something.

He’s not exactly romantic or one for cliches so you’ll never see him serenade you or buy you flowers, but he’ll always show he cares in his way. For example he will always bring you a snack at work or help you clean your apartment.

His love languages are acts of service and quality time. He isn’t the best with words and physical touch is pretty neutral to him.

He doesn’t mind PDA, he’ll honestly go with the flow. If you like PDA he will drap an arm around your shoulders, hold you close to him and occasionally kiss your forehead. If you don’t, he’ll just hold your hand or pinky finger.

Inside jokes. A lot of inside jokes. People might say something about shoes and you’d start laughing for apparently no reason after throwing a look at each other.

He gives the best hugs, whenever you’re sad or not feeling well he just grabs you and hugs the problem away. You’re actually surprised by how well it seems to work everytime.

Being in a relationship with Nero means having Nico tease you all day, all week. They’re a 2 for 1 deal. You might be casually speaking or joking that she would come out from nowhere and tell you to go get a room.

Arguments with Nero happen pretty often because he has a short temper. However you found a nice way to end them quickly: pillow fights. Whenever you see that you’re having a disagreement you both grab a pillow and start hitting the other while stating out one of the reasons you are right. The one who wins the pillow fight, wins the argument.

Obviously, if it’s about an important matter, you’ll be responsible and talk it out as calmly as possible.

Some people see your relationship as childlike or teenage-like but it’s really healthy and it works for you, plus they don’t know how serious both of you can be about it.

Kisses with Nero are always surrounded by giggles, for some reason. You have so much fun with each other that even kisses can’t seem to be serious.

One of your favorite activities together is playing videogames. You once showed him Mario Kart and now he’s obsessed. Every Sunday you must have a Mario Kart tournament or he will get grumpy. 

You’re the only person he doesn’t mind losing to.

Thank you for reading this, let me know what you think about it! I ended up writing a lot about this lol.

The DMC Boys Coming Back To Their S/O In Their Clothes: 

Dante:

It goes without saying that nothing puts a smile on this massive dork’s face more after coming home late and tired than seeing his s/o fast asleep in one of his shirts. Usually they’re a bit large on them, serving more so as a borderline short-nightgown if you’re much smaller and shorter than he is. Still, he hardly complains purely because of how cute you look in his shirt. Expect this man to be extremely smug the next morning when you wake up in  bed together and spooning you with a vice grip. 

Actually makes an effort to not just get more shirts but also mostly wash them to make sure he doesn’t leave you with shirts with not just his scent but also reeking of demon blood. Instead to add his scent he’ll usually just lace his shirts with the faint scent of his cologne so that it always smells like him for you. 

Will actually tease you about whether or not he’s going to be getting his shirt back (or any of the ones you wear for that matter). Spoiler alert, he gets maybe half of them back at best, but Dante’s okay with it. If anything it just gives him even more of an excuse to go about the office and your shared space while shirtless on laundry day. You insist you can give one of the shirts back for the day, but your lover knows you well enough to know you don’t exactly mind him losing the shirt for more than a few hours. 

Dante of course loves to tease you about it, loving to tease you about how you always look so much cuter in one of his shirts, though of course being Dante, there’s nothing stopping him from suggesting his shirt on you would look even better on the floor. There’s a good chance he’s going to get smacked, but Dante hardly minds if it means he gets to see your flustered expression in exchange. 

May or may not take a snapshot of you sleeping on the couch with his jacket at some point to slip into his wallet and stare at whenever he’s missing you. He likes to look it, smiling to himself as he looks at your soundly sleeping form with one of his various coats wrapped around your smaller form. He even makes a mental note to always where that coat every now and again so that when he leaves it for you, it’ll still smell of him. 

Bonus: Not to say he’d try to bring back his man-bra from his earlier years, but the moment he finds it again, don’t be surprised if he thinks he can make that his new laundry day alternative. But it’s okay, because it’s not too long before you’ve added that shirt to your collection as well. 

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bed time with the sparda twins –

all the cuddles, fluff, and bedtime rituals with dante and vergil 💤

– f!reader (kofi + gif not mine)

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This little one acts completely feral unless you make the “mommy greeting kittens” noise at them. When my phone isn’t making them unsure they will come charging to the front of the cage for attention by the second trill.

You can see the body language change in the ears with the first and second trill real well

School vs DMC Boys

Summary: Because the fall school season is closing in and some of you may have already moved into your college/university dorms, I present to you all, the DMC boys vs you having to leave for school

Dante

"You have to leave?!", Dante whines. "You leave all the time Dante", you reply. "For like, a few days", Dante counters.

He'd rather have you home and will fight with you about it until the day you go

Helps you pack even if it means your a step closer to going

"You can always come visit", you say. "Dont give me that kind of permission", Dante replies.

Actually. Dont. Mans will be there every day to check on you until someone or yourself tell him he has to stop and leave

Has tried to bargain with you

"How about we live together in (enter where your college is). We can get an apartment or do couples housing", Dante says. "Dante, you barely have enough money to pay rent here. Besides, couple housing is for married couples", you reply. Dante:*slowly gets on one knee* "DONT!"

Seeing you get into the van all packed up makes him proud and sad at the same time. He loves seeing you go after your dreams but hates he has to stay behind this time.

He pulls you in for one last hug. "Write me, call, anything", he says. "Was planning on it", you reply, hugging him just as tight as he was you. You give the devil hunter one last kiss before jumping into the van, Nico driving you off.

Vergil

"You have to leave? Yes, I suppose that makes sense"

He keeps it in how much he's going to miss you

Helps you pack, always double checking things

"You're sure you have everything?", Vergil asks. "Im sure babe", you reply.

Has secretly packed you a William Blake book so you having something that reminds you of him

And some tea because he knows if he doesn't you'll waste so much money on coffee

"You could come visit", you tell him. "Visit? That does sound nice"

He visits once a month, taking you out for lunch or just sitting and reading with you in the surrounding parks or libraries

No one messed with you before, but now no one really messes with you after seeing that cold Vergil stare

Right before you have to leave, Vergil pulls you aside to say his own goodbye

"I will miss you my dear", Vergil says. “I’m going to miss you too Verg", you reply. You pull Vergil into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes. He clears his throat, trying to get rid of them. "I suppose you must start heading out", Vergil says. You sadly nod, looking back at the van. You give Vergil a kiss, running into the van before you cry in front of him.

"Crying Verg?", Dante asks. "No, just dust", Vergil replies, wiping at his eyes. Dante smiles, giving his brother a pat on the back. "You'll see them again"

Nero

"L-leave?"

He's like a kicked puppy like his uncle

Becomes super clingy in your last few days

"Nero, I have to pee" "But I only have these last few days to be by ur side!" "5 seconds Nero!!"

Sure it can be annoying but you wouldn't trade it for the world

He does come visit often but not as much as Dante would. Maybe once a week at least

Blue anthropomorphic wings has never scared college kids more in the their lives

"Nero you scared him", you chuckle. "He needed to get a run in today anyways"

On the day you have to leave, Nero is constantly going where you do; to the room, in the kitchen, on the couch, he's everywhere

After everyone has said goodbye to you, Nero pulls you in for a hug, blue wings also accounted for

"Im going to call every day", Nero says. "I know you will", you reply. "And we will have to talk for at least an hour", Nero adds. "And if we cant?", you ask. "We make up for it next time", he replied. You smile up at the goof. "I'll be back before you know it, dont worry", you say, ruffling Nero's hair. You both laugh as Nero attacks you in kisses before loading up into the van.

V

"Haha! You have to live in some crummy ol' dorm room!", Griffon squawked out. V held onto the birds beak, fighting the bird to shut up

Griffon is gonna make as many jokes as possible about you leaving. They wont cross any boundaries but they will make you roll your eyes at the bird

Shadow gives you extra loving on the coming days of you leaving

V is helping you pack (when you aren't laying under Shadow)

He packs you all kinds of tea when you're not looking

"Who's this in the picture y/n?", your roommate asks. "That's my boyfriend", you reply, smiling fondly at the photo sitting on your desk. You were able to get a photo of V just admiring the world around him.

You brought a few photos of V and you to have as decor. It didn't help that V was the first to sneak a photo in your suitcase

V comes by once a month to take you out and away from studying all the time. He understands it's important but so is your mental health (get some rest guys)

Everyone on campus is curious about your mysterious boyfriend but Griffon is good at keeping them in line

Speaking of Griffon, the bird can't not visit you

He jokes about you being away but he secretly misses you a lot too

He visits almost as much as Dante would

"Griffon, you can't be here", you scolded the bird. "Who said so? I'm just checking on you", he replied. "That's what you said yesterday", you reminded him. Griffon didn't answer, just snuggled up next to you.

Your poor roommate had to get accustomed to a giant bird coming in through the window almost every day very quickly.

On the day you had to go, all the familiars were out, hugging you and saying goodbye

Nightmare doesnt want to let you go but knows he has to

"Alright you three, they got to go", V says to his familiars. They whine but return to their master nonetheless. "We will miss you", V says, finally able to say his own goodbye. "I know you will", you reply. V pulls you in for a hug, one you know you'll miss. Reluctantly you let go of the man, getting one more kiss from him before jumping into the van. Griffon flies along side the van just to make sure you get there safe.

I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe

That made my love so high and me, so low.

TMNT Donatello x Reader: Sudden Interest

@mariamonteon97 asked: Hi, could I request a #75 for donnie?

Fair warning, it’s kinda long. 

Warnings: Cussing (as usual)

Word count: 2685

You and Donatello have never really been close. 

In fact, if you’re being honest, out of all the brothers he seems to be the most unapproachable of the four.

When April had described each of her “turtle friends’” personalities, you had been most intrigued by the intellect she had promised from the mutant who donned a purple bandanna. Upon introduction, however, there was disappointingly minimal interaction and no display of the intelligence you’d been expecting. 

Instead, you were appraised for a brief moment, a golden gaze behind ridiculously oversized goggles observing every inch of you in an almost clinical fashion. You could basically see the notes he was probably committing to memory based off of your appearance, to be simply filed away in the miscellaneous sector of his mind. Then, with a polite exchange of names, it was over. Donatello disappeared back into his lab where the only indication of his presence was the occasional muffled curse and distant clatter of metal. 

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TMNT Donatello X Reader: Hoodie Thief

Summary: Donatello is simultaneously in awe and unimpressed by your hoodie stealing abilities.

REQUEST: How would the brothers react to having the S/O steal their hoodies CONSTANTLY? Like, they can't take their eyes off the hoodie or them for more than five seconds or their S/O will have the hoodie on, even if the brothers were wearing it beforehand, curled up somewhere and happily warm. If asked why they keep stealing it, they simply shrug and tell them, "It's warm and smells like you. Makes me feel safe."

A/N: I need to start writing shorter fics so here we go.

Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: it's. just. fluff.

He had first noticed the sudden decrease in his sweater cache after the tragic loss of his favorite hoodie.

It was purple, cut around Donnie's shell neatly AND had an Einstein meme on it, thus making it the holy grail of all hoodies and a sacred item in his wardrobe.

This truly was amongst one of the last situations he would have ever predicted to find himself in. But as he watched you, curled into a tight ball on the couch and seemingly drowning in that purple hoodie, he concluded that the sight warmed him more than the fabric ever could.

Thus, Donatello affectionately decided that he would let you borrow it for the night.

And that logic was all well and good- except that his clothing never came back. It was all but reclaimed by a small (in comparison to him, anyway) human that wore the hoodie as a smug trophy, pairing it with an equally as smug smirk.

Don drew the line when you stole his replacement hoodie not even five minutes after he had unwrapped the package.

"How?" The purple-clad turtle exclaimed in disbelief, throwing his hands to the sky. "How could you have stolen that and put it on during the three. Freaking. Seconds. That I looked away for?"

You stretched out lazily on the couch, preening beneath his wide, golden gaze. A slow smile twisted your lips upwards at his rare expression of sheer and utter bewilderment.

"You tell me," you drawled coyly, "you're the ninja."

Donatello opted to keep his mouth shut, thoughts venturing into dangerous waters by the sneaky smile that now graced your lips.

"Don't take it personal, Brains," you shot him a playful wink. "Nobody gets in between me and a hoodie."

Donnie's breath faltered at the sight and he swallowed hard to collect his thoughts. "Okay," he said slowly. "But why don't you take my brothers' hoodies?"

He had expected you to explain that you liked to pick on him and torture him with your antics. He hadn't expected you to look away shyly and hesitate.

Finally, with a shrug that he knew was not as nonchalant as you made it out to be, you replied. "I steal yours because they're warm."

Don paused for a nanosecond, mentally structuring his argument that they're made of the same fabric and thus would all provide the same level of warmth. However, as usual, you managed to implode his mind with a mere sentence.

"And because they smell like you."

Donatello's heart leapt into his throat as he stared at you for a long moment, rapidly forming an intelligent response. "Oh."

TMNT Raph X Reader: Trust

Summary: Raph’s confidence lies in his strength, now he’s asking you to trust it.

Request: Hey, can you please do 4 “Please don’t let me fall.” - “Never.” With Bayverse Raph and tiny reader, like there just bordering on 5’3. Please

Warnings: Maybe a curse word, heights = anxiety …mostly fluff.

“This is a bad idea.”

“It’s not, you’ll be fine. I promise.”

“I’m going to die.”

“You won’t. Not while I’m here.”

You’re met with a piercing gaze as he kneels before you and for a split second you’re stunned. The molten gold within his eyes always seem to be ever moving, swirling in a captivating pattern that never fails to stop you in your tracks.

Raph’s hand reaches and grips yours, so callous but ever so gentle. He’s always gentle with you. Always careful.

“Do you trust me?” His words are soft, and you feel as though you’re actually left with a choice. He doesn’t demand a positive answer, there’s no pressure to tell him that you do.

But you do trust him. Of course you do.

“Yes,” you whisper, ignoring the tremor that runs through your body. His hand tightens over yours, as though he can soothe the fear coursing through your system with just his touch.

The cool wind pushes against you lightly, carressing the skin of your back beneath your shirt. The sound of late night traffic and the muted tones of apartment residents begin to fall away.

“You don’t have to,” Raph reassures, “I won’t make ya do this if it’ll really scare ya, shorty.”

You find yourself shaking your head, you want to be able to do this. You want to see what New York can offer other than smog and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Raph can show you the city from his perspective, from a view that maybe no one else has had the privilege to experience.

“I want to do this,” you state, hoping that your words are resolute. In reality, they leave your mouth in a trembling whisper.

One side of his mouth quirks upwards and your heart trips over in your chest. The effect of him will never subside, you just know it.

“I’m with you every step of the way,” he tells you, rising to stand to his full height. The sheer size of Raph had been enough to intimidate you in the past, now it just floods you with a sense of awe. As though you’re witnessing the galaxy if it were within arms reach, you’re hit with the realization that there will always be more to this world. More to be amazed by.

The terrapin takes your hand and guides you to the ladder, watching you climb higher up the building before making his own way to the top. He had told you earlier that this was one of the highest points of New York, though you’re suprised by the lack of wind that usually comes with such heights.

“I’m going to cover your eyes,” Raph’s voice is husky from beside you. The heart in your chest argues against the idea, beating so wildly that you think he could hear it if he tried. With a small smile he takes a step towards you and you flinch, a loss of sight while thousands of feet high could never end well.

Raph pauses for a moment before moving behind you, his firm plastron pressing lightly against your back. You shiver and his hands trail down the length of your arms, though he doesn’t have much body heat to share.

“Please,” you trail off, unsure of what you’re asking. But he seems to know when he leans down and lays a kiss into your hair. He always knows you realize quietly.

“I got ya.” Then his hand is over your eyes and the darkness washes over you. You inhale sharply when he begins to walk you forward, one hand firmly gripping your shoulder to steady you. With the loss of one of your essential senses, you feel as though you’re flailing.

After a moment or two he stops you both, keeping you held against him when you mistime the halt and stumble. The sounds of the city beneath you are simply whispers carried along in the wind, curling around your ears and brushing against your face.

“I’m taking my hand away,” Raph warns softly, follwing through shortly after. For a moment you’re in awe when the world returns to you in bursts of colour and shapes.

Then you look down.

Your breath leaves you in a terrified gasp, stumbling backwards from the ledge. You don’t get far, immediately stopped by Raph’s body behind you.

“It’s okay,” he quickly jumps to reassure you, “it’s alright. I got ya.”

“Fuck,” you rasp, reaching behind you to grip whatever you can reach. “Fuck, Raph…”

“Shorty,” he bends at the waist to speak in your ear. “Relax, it’s alright. I got ya.”

One of his hands rest on your waist, between your stomach and your side. The other arm lays across your collarbone, hands gripping a shoulder lightly but firm enough to comfort you.

“Please, don’t let me fall,” you whisper, heart thrashing wildly within your chest. This time, he can feel it beneath his arm and he pulls you closer until his body is pressed against you from behind.

“Never,” he promises, stroking his hand over your shoulder for a brief moment. “Look down, shorty.”

At his softly spoken invite, you obey.

With a sharp inhale, you focus on taking in the world below. Lights and miniature structures, cars that look like ants and air that is fresh and crisp.

As the city sparkles beneath you with new colours, you realise how small the overwhelming city actually is. Just this once, you feel as though you’re on top of the world, looking down on a society that absorbs the individual wholly.

Up here, you are yourself again. It’s as though you are your own person, with hopes and dreams that are valid and achievable. Your thoughts are your own, no longer dictated and monitored by the bustling hive beneath you.

When you hear Raph sigh behind you, you realize that he’s experiencing the same euphoric moment.

This is why he’s brought you here. He knows he can’t give you things that a human partner could. It’s something he struggles to accept with every waking day. You know that he’s given you so much more than he feels, experiences and a love that envelops you wholly. No matter your reassurances, you know that what he feels he’s lacking in is what fuels his insecurity and self-loathing.

But now… now he’s embraced vulnerability and given you a glimpse into his soul.

More than that, he’s given you the opportunity to rediscover yours.

TMNT Leo x Reader: Warming Up To You

Summary: You had long dismissed the idea of becoming friends with the icy leader in blue as it seemed to be an impossible mission. Finally, both of your frustrations lead to an explosive encounter; providing you both the opportunity to warm up to each other.

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A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN A WHILE I’M SUPER RUSTY.  Yeehaw we got a LEO version of this fic!!! We stan a tsundere king. He’s almost got a predatory vibe to him and I’m not exactly sure where it came from but I think it’s kinda hot so here we go. 

WARNINGS: Cursing, Leo scaring the reader half to death during a sparring match, AND TYPOS!

You’d think that Raphael would be the unapproachable one. 

In fact, even Donatello had the potential to be unreachable when any one of his projects were involved. 

But the leader of the group? You’d have figured that at least he would be someone who had qualities relating to friendliness. The success of his role depends on being communicative; surely he would carry that trait off the battlefield?

You were so wrong. 

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TMNT Leo x Reader: Warming Up To You {PART 2}

Summary: After attempting to start a civil relationship between both you and Leo, everything is pleasantly less volatile. However, you discover that having Leo’s attention is a lot more nerve-racking than being ignored.

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Request by @loonahdhdiwi 

Song Rec: In The Middle Of The Night - Elley Duhe

A/N: This is literally just a whole bunch of weird romantic tension, pls excuse the shitty writing and horrible prose. I literally listened to the song and wanted to fuxkin finish the series 

WARNINGS: Cussing (as per usual), Tension (as per usual), Typos because I’m a dumb bitch (as per fuckin usual). Leo’s lowkey OOC

“So, you’re a nerd.”

“No,” Donatello mimics your sarcasm seamlessly. “I’m a genius.”

“Synonym of nerd,” you offer with a grin.

The poor turtle had stumbled into the lounge room with the intent of clearing his head. Failed experiments can be frustrating, especially when they’ve blown up 53 times consecutively.

“Jesus,” Don pinches the bridge of his nose, “you’re one brain cell away from being classed as a sea sponge.“

Your jaw drops and he takes advantage of your speechlessness. Stepping towards you with irritating bravado, he faux gasps.

“Oh!” the tall terrapin pouts mockingly, “I’m sorry, was that too many big people words?”

 You stumble to your feet, hands outstretched menacingly towards the grinning genius. “Oh, I’ll show you a ‘big people’ word you fucking bi-”

 “And that’s where you both shut up and split,” a familiar voice intones as you’re yanked rearwards. Your heart drops at the contact of your back against Leo’s body.

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TMNT Leo x Reader: Broken Glass

Request @blxckrxse45 : 42. “It’s okay to break.” - “I’m not going to break.” For Leo please! Btw love your work, your amazing!!!

Summary: In which they discover that brokenness is a contagion that only they can cure. 

Warnings: Angst, Kissing. 

He watched you warily. 

The way you moved, the way you breathed, the way you looked at him; all of it he wished you would just stop. 

Internally, he pleaded that you would stop shifting as though you were clothed in shards of broken glass- like every twitch was agonizing. Like you were bleeding through every pore in your body and the only people who could see it was you and him. But no one could help- not even if that was his purpose.  

Every breath you took was stolen from his own chest. Occasionally haggard but often harsh, sometimes slow and sometimes fast; it never changed the fact that your every inhalation was his suffocation. 

But nothing compared to the way you looked at him. 

It made him wish he were blind. 

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Leonardo’s flirting style ‘03

Leonardo’s HCs

Summary; what Leo’s flirting is like before you two become a couple.  Pacing, confidence, compliments & less innocent thoughts.

Enjoy this kind of rushed Leonardo HC // I love writing about these guys so much, maybe I’ll try my hand at writing imagines at some point.

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Hello! I saw your witch! S/o and I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if you could do the same for me?

ROTTMNT turtles (each turtle separately!) x Elegant fighter! Kitsune! S/o hcs?

Also you have a lovely day / afternoon / night and a WONDERFUL YEAR!!

(Also if you are uncomfortable with this request please ignore it!!)

Ofc!

Neon Leon

Leo is a pretty flashy fighter

He knows it, you know it, we all know it- he’s a a show off

Which means, he pays attention when someone’s fighting style is different than normal

The first time Leo sees you fight, he as to do a double take

He also portals straight into a wall but shhh

Not only are you an amazing fighter-

You look mesmerizing while doing it??

He’s never seen anyone knock out a rampaging mutant so gracefully before

Definitely leans on his sword and whistles

“Look at those moves! That kitsune right there is my s/o everybody- don’t get any ideas!”

Raph scolds him for flirting in the middle of battle

Portals next to you to flirt some more

“Y’know if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were dancing- why not dance with me instead of them?”

'Them' being the mutant that’s two seconds from sending him flying

Pls save your dumb, but lovable, turtle before he gets himself knocked out

Outside of battle, Leo always brags to anyone who’s nearby that you are his s/o

Thinks you’re the most stunning, badass, and loving creature to ever exist

So so so many photos together

You two definitely have spa days together

Loves to brush your fur

And loves when you stretch his shell

Especially loves how silky your tails are

If you’re okay with it, one of his favorite things to do is just sit down and bury himself under your tails

“They’re like the softest pillows in the world!”

Don Tron

His user name is literally Bootyyyshaker9000

You can’t tell me he doesn’t appreciate dance

He often tries to learn about different styles of dance

When he sees you fighting for the first time he gets so excited

Your elegant style has him fan boying

And while your fighting style isn’t actually a dance, there are some movements that look pretty similar here and there.

Definitely asks you to teach him a move or two

He'll get so hyped when he does the move correctly for the first time

If he gets a second or two to himself while fighting, he'll look over to you

Just admires- also brags to Leo that you're his s/o

"You see that wonderful kitsune with fighting moves you could only ever dream of doing?? They're my s/o."

"Donnie you do this every time-"

Outside of fighting, Donnie is extremely curious about your species

Definitely asks a lot of questions about your life, family, family's history, etc.

"Can people actually get cursed if they touch your tails without permission??"

"Where did you hear that????."

"Can you set things on fire-"

"I mean, anyone can set things on fire if they really want to."

"Can you really Shapeshift!?"

"...yes."

He's just fascinated by you- I promise it's not an interrogation.

Sometimes he gets a bit carried away asking questions,

Just brush one of your tails against him and watch him immediately wrap it around himself

He loves silky smooth textures

And your tails are his favorite 'blanket' in the world.

Magic Mike

#1 hype man right here

He can- and has, cheered for you whenever you fight

I feel like your elegant style will pair well with his kusari-fundo (his weapon)

He will start jumping up and down, cheering at the top of his lungs, if you ever use his weapon in a fight

You're flipping and turning ever so gracefully

The chain looks like it could be a dance ribbon with how easily you twirl it around

Mikey is definitely loosing his voice after that battle.

Even if you don't use his weapon, he adores your style

“I can watch you fight for hours!”

You are absolutely his muse

He’ll ask if he can maybe take a picture of you while fighting- or better yet, ask you to pose for him in one of your moves so he can make a painting of you

If you do he’s over the moon about it!

He will pick you up and spin you around happily

“Thank you so much s/o!!! I promise I’ll make you the most wonderful painting ever!”

Don’t get him started on your fur

Absolutely thinks you’re the most amazing kitsune ever

Oh my gosh- if you let him, he’ll totally paint your fur and tails with safe dye (whether it’s permanent or not is up to you!)

I can see you two painting elegant swirls over your bodies with glow in the dark paint/dye and heading out for a night around the town

He also finds your species history interesting-

Though he’s more interested in the art depictions ofc

May or may not have tried to use one of your tails as a paintbrush (with your permission ofc)

Surprisingly effective

And you can use multiple of your tails to paint at once

He thinks you’re so cool!

And if you have mystic powers???

Like shape shifting or illusion magic????

You two are going to prank everyone

10/10 painting and pranking couple

Big Red

Raph is a worry wart

So no matter what your fighting style is, he’ll be nervous about you going into battle

Especially when he sees your elegant style

He panics at first, thinking your style isn’t suited for the fight

But when you absolutely obliterated your opponent, his jaw dropped

Your style makes it seem less threatening

But it’s anything but

And he’s absolutely amazed

Definitely asks to see you fight again

Spar with him!!

He might be nervous at first but you can absolutely hold your own

Especially since your styles are so different

It gives him a new perspective

He even tries incorporating your loves with his own fighting style every now and then

It may not always work, but he still loves it

If you somehow include your tails in your style he might just faint

Your tails look so soft and delicate

But they’re strong enough to send opponents flying through a wall!?!

You always continue to amaze him

(This is not to say he thinks your weak or anything, he absolutely thinks you could kick anyones ass. He’s just a big worry-er, no matter who it is.)

He’s so proud of you

“That’s my s/o!!!”

“My s/o can kick your butt any day!”

He also thinks your appearance as a kitsune helps to disarm people

You’re majestic, and your tails are amazing

But you are an absolute powerhouse

You can be terrifying if you want to

All while doing it gracefully

He also loves to play with your tails

Can you blame him??? They’re so soft, he just wants to cuddle with them

After a long hard day, one of his favorite things to do is cuddle with you- your tails wrapping around him

It makes him feel so safe- not only are your tails soft, but he’s seen how strong they really are

You make him feel protected

Falls asleep like a baby

I hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing this

The boys are absolute simps for their kitsune s/o

Now I want to draw Mikey and his s/o with the glow in the dark body paint/dye

Reblogs appreciated <3

Garrett Hedlund as BENNY MILLER Triple Frontier (2019)

i haven’t really seen any x chubby readers so i’m just gonna take matters into my own hands :)!! have a wonderful day you guys!! i have a lot of requests to do..

hopefully yall like this cuz i rushed it so hard, also if you experiencing or have experienced bullying about your body type just now you’re perfect as you are and i love you!!! have a good day!

CHARACTERS: ver. 2018 donnie, leo (raph n mikey will be in the next part if you guys want ofc!) readers pronouns are she/her!! :)

DONNIE and LEO, would stay up at night; ruining their sleeping schedule quite a lot for you. not for any bad reason of course, but just thinking about you made them go crazy. fantasizing about your cute personality to your natural curves!

they never and will never think about you as gross or too heavy; they love your body for every right reason and will continue to. insecure? not anymore! they’re cuddling you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you’re satisfied.

today was one for your bad days; specifically one of the days you felt more insecure than usual; one of your classmates had made a harsh comment about your body, making you tear up on your way to the lair. your thoughts became harsher than your classmates.

you arrived at the lair a few minutes ago, your backpack thrown on the ground somewhere. you had sat in the couch in silence, your hands clutching the hoodie you were wearing

april had noticed you sitting quietly, it’s like your usual active and fun personality had disappeared.“y/n..? you okay?” april slightly touched your shoulder, her eyes filled with concern. “mn’ fine.” you quietly mumbled, tears already blurring your vision. “what- what? did i do something? y-y/n??” the brunette panicked, rushing to your boyfriend before doing anything else. the others ran to your side; trying to comfort you until he was aware. your slow cries turning into sobs, the hoodie catching all the salty tears running down your cheeks.

donnie 👾

“y/n! dove are you okay?” the soft shell turtle rushed to you, he pulling you to his lab; his head looking back at you nervously whole way there. “m’ sorry don- im sorry you have to see me like this..” your voice trembled as you sat on one of his chairs. “what- y/n what are you talking about? what’s wrong?” “i just feel bad- i mean..do you really love me with this body..?” your head hanging low at the last word you uttered. its always been like this, hes just gonna break up with you right? its always the break down that leads to the breakup.. your tear-stained cheeks twitching as you sniffled.

his breath hitched as he listened, his hands fiddling with a pencil he took nearby “i love you, i love everything about you and always will dove. you’re perfect as you are! what- who made you think like this?” he wiped your face clean, placing the pencil down; taking you in his bed and tucking you into his arms as he talked. “it’s- it’s no one i just feel worse than usual today don.” you lied, trying not to make things worse “you can tell me anything okay? im here for you, love” the mutant’s eyes softened, whispering sweet nothings to your ears. “you’re perfect.” he uttered before falling asleep

your body eventually calmed down, your breathing becoming slow and even; your body doozed off on him as he pet your hair comfortably. even if he didn’t know how to express his feelings correctly, he sure did make it up with his actions. let’s just say, he found out about your classmate and they apologized later.

donnie was too sweet for you sometimes.

leo ⚔️

“y/n- darling are you okay-i mean who did this to you?” leo bolted to you, holding your face up and signaling his brothers + april to leave the area. his face still focused on yours, observing your teary eyes and while gently placing a peck on your forehead. you secretly wished he didn’t see you like this. “tell me what’s wrong, please” he whispered, shyly rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks to clean your tears.

“do you really love me?” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. i mean who would love you? its always been the same, some guy dates you for a prank and kicks you to the curb. its all happened before so why does he even-

“i love you, with everything in my heart. why wouldnt i? you’re the most valuable thing to me darling, theres nothing that could stop that.” he interrupted your thoughts; now bringing you to a hug. “i love you blue, m’ sorry i was being overdramatic, some stupid classmate of mine said something about my-“

“you’re perfect as you are mi amor,” god you loved when he got cheesy, “nothing will change that, i swear you’re beautiful.”

he was going to be the death of you, you smiled and leaned into his touch.

SORRYY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAVE A LOT OF HOMEWORK AND CLASSES!! i have a bunch of requests to do so turn on my nofis if you wanna know when i post :)! HAVE A GOOD DAY YOU GUYS I LOVE YOUU ALSO THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD SO THERE MIGHT BE A LOT OF MISTAKES OOPS LOL