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So I don't really post on here but I kind of wanted to talk about the new TMNT show and film as I just recently finished it and it seems I'm starting to get back into the Turtles. So to start, when I first heard about the show I was excited about it as hey we're getting new TMNT content and u can NEVER have too much content of something u love! When I watched the first few episodes at the time I was very, I guess, put off by it. I grew up with the '03 turtles and my fav has and forever will be Leonardo. So in the 2018 show, I was shocked to find out Leo was not the fearless leader that we knew and suppose to love and the fact that he turned into Mikey 2.0. I love Mikey but Leo's suppose to be the cool, calm, and collected Turtle, not the one that runs off and does whatever he wants! I was also shocked to see how more mature Mikey was than Leo! Besides that, the portrayal of Splinter was terrible as he had no interest for his sons and the roll of Donnie became similar to Raph as he was kind of an a-hole and sarcastic all the time. I will also say April was a bit much. I mean definitely love the girl power and go get it attitude but at times my little bro and I would be like whoa she crazy. I will say it was interesting to see Raph step up to that leader roll and we could all see how much Raph cared for his family. I mean if ur already a die hard TMNT fan then u know Raph cares for his family deeply but often has a difficult time showing it. In this case it was different to see that his feelings weren't hidden and he was very open with his brothers.

Anyway, going to today, I recently started to rewatch the '03 Turtles on Paramount + and decided I would watch all of the TMNT content that came out over the last 30 years so that also meant 2018. I only saw the first few episodes at the time and hadn't watched all of it until now which I have to say I'm glad I did watch all of it as it was really good. I think my favorite is the last few episodes of season 2 as it felt more like the Turtles I grew up with and all of the content that we have seen of the TMNT so far. The film was also really good as it felt more like redemption for Leo considered how he has acted during the two seasons. While I couldn't help about think of all the issues that I stated above I'm kind of glad we got exposed to it bc things definitely did change. With Splinter he became a lot more caring to his sons, himself, and for the Hamato family as well. April was still April but I definitely love her way more than the 2012 April. With the guys, I have learned to love all of them even though they are very different from what I'm used and what Kevin and Peter created but it's good that's different. We as a society have to accept that there's going to be change and yeah u may not like it but it's going to happen. I'm also not saying everybody has to like it but just remember that it's there and others may like it so don't hate and be mean about it. I know I'm in a few FB TMNT groups and the new TMNT definitely gets a lot of hate which is pretty sad. Overall this new series and film is very different but it was a good different and being a student filmmaker I can only hope that someday I will also be able to make my own TMNT content preferably live action as we don't have much TMNT content through there and it would be fun to try it out. I can't help but feel like I have to end with something about Leonardo but I'm glad Ben Schwartz got to voice and bring this new Leo to life on this show. I can only hope Rise will get another season as clearly they definitely deserve it! Anyway sorry for the long post but ✌ & cowabunga!

Ya know something? I think the reason why Rise Splinter is a bit harder on Leo at times is because Leo reminds him of himself when he was a lot younger.

Like Splinter when he was young completely rebelled against his grandfather's wishes and left the Hamato clan and their mission to try and do something that didn't involve the Shredder and their destiny. He became an actor and he was a rising star who seemed a little bit full of himself and who did whatever he wanted without really thinking about the bigger picture. Splinter was basically a young man living his life to the fullest and along the way he made a few mistakes here and there and ended up with a few regrets till he'd became the loveable father to his four sweet boys and his human daughter.

Each of his children are different and unique in their own ways but then he sees Leo and his personality. He sees his blue clad son who would rather joke around or not face things in a serious way unless he absolutely has to. He sees his son who's somewhat cocky and hella sarcastic and who sometimes rushes into things that could possibly get him hurt. Seeing Leo and his personality, for Splinter it's like looking into a mirror of sorts and seeing his son like that makes Splinter even more determined to make sure that Leo doesn't make the same mistakes as him when he'd been young.

Splinter's harder on Leo because he doesn't want his son to end up with the regrets he's got and experience the same mistakes as he did. In a way Splinter being harder on Leo sometimes is his way of protecting his son.

Turtle Fun Fact of the Day

Bit of a longer one here: Everyone knows our favorite blue turtle is the leader (Rise series excluded), but each gets the role in his own way.

1987 Leo - I’ll be honest. Can’t get into the 1987 series, so my knowledge of it is all secondhand, but this Leo is, I believe, chosen as leader directly. His more serious nature and responsibility made him the best choice. A good boy. 10/10

2003 Leo - Not directly chosen as leader! Supplementary material states that this Leo is the unofficial leader who leads by example and not orders. He may often be in charge, but his brothers follow him because he makes good decisions and not because he has a position above them. Very good boy! 10/10

2007 Leo - Stated to be the eldest of the turtles directly and is seemingly chosen as the leader because of it, though Splinter’s talk with Raph about the traits he lacks to be a leader may also imply that it was a combination of age and personality. Since this movie is said to be some twisted continuation of the 1990s movies, it’s hard to say what info carries over. Considering how much tension there is over his leadership position, though, he’s most likely picked by Splinter instead of falling into the position naturally. Stressed good boy. 10/10

2012 Leo - Volunteered to be leader in the first few episodes. Chosen by Splinter seemingly because he asked first, but later said to be the best for the position (even if his brothers don’t always agree). Good boy who’s trying his best. 10/10

2014/16 Leo - Put in charge by Splinter, as told by the usual argument between him and Raph in the first movie. Also stated to be the oldest, but supplementary material reveals it’s because of his mature and responsible nature that he was chosen as leader. Good boy doubling as a mom friend. 10/10

2019/Rise Leo - Chaotic teen with leadership skills who doesn’t want to use them officially. He’ll leave it to Raph. Ironically, Rise Raph became leader (well, appointed himself as leader) for the same reason as 2007 Leo: he’s the eldest. Appointed leader at the end of the series. Gotta wait for the movie to come out to see his full reaction to it, but he didn’t seem too pleased at the news. Absolute disaster of a good boy. 10/10

They’re all perfect 10 out of 10s!

Raph honey, you ain’t foolin’ Leo

...just a few more hours......

....until it's your turn..

Sorry to send in an ask again so soon but what do you think the boys love languages are?

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!

You read my mind, I've been wanting to talk about this for so long! I am going to do their top two because I feel like that gives us a fuller picture of each lovely turtle!

Leonardo: Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

Leo loves encouragement and craves verbal validation in all things.

He is terrible about asking for it, you kind of have to read the signs with him.

He gives it freely to his significant other and tries his best to with his brother (while managing the tension of being the leader/oldest)

"I love you's" are the way he starts and and ends phone calls, conversations, texts, ect..

Quality Time is also huge for him!

Most of his time is spent crime fighting or training so the time he has with you he highly values.

He wishes he could spend every waking moment by you, and the rare days off, he does just that 

Those are the ones he treasures.

You two don't have to be doing anything special or out of the ordinary.

Sometimes it's sitting in silence while your both reading.

Other times it cuddling after a particularly long day.

He needs time with you, when he goes too long without it he can't focus.

His brothers can even tell and will call you over just to get fearless back to his normal self.

You have so much power over him and you don’t even know it.

Raph: Physical Touch and Acts of Service

Are we really surprised his top love language is physical touch?

He has been deprived of it his whole life, he grew up watching movies and shows where the man kisses the woman and lived happily ever after.

He craved that and still does.

When you walked into his life and he had the opportunity to feel that he took every chance he got.

It's the hand holding, the soft touches, the kisses.

You are his grounding force.

Your touch soothes the fire and chaos around him.

He never pushes boundaries with you but he's affectionate and needs someone who can reciporacte that.

Where his words fail, his touch doesn't.

Not just touch but small things you do for hime make him feel so seen and loved.

You made a playlist because you were thinking about him and he almost cried.

He's not used to people doing things for him.

He can ask but if you just do it, it rocks his world.

You mend a tear in his mask and he is ready to get down on one knee.

Small thoughtful acts mean so much to this sweet turtle.

Doing these make him feel so secure and loved.

Donnie: Acts of Service and Quality Time

Our boy is so selfless and I think he's really proud of that characteristic about himself, even if he doesn't always see it.

So, when his love does something for him...

He will be so beyond grateful

You made him coffee and breakfast one morning after a particularly rough mission and he was beside himself.

You cleaned his tools back up to his Donnie standard after almost a month of heavy usage and he actually cried.

With a few rare exceptions no one has shown Donnie love and affection through small or big acts of service.

It means so much to him that you would spend your energy on him.

It validates that you see him and all that he does.

It makes him feel so cared for!

Not just small acts but spending time with him too!

Even if you're not doing anything fancy.

Reading together in his lab

Watching him work and write out calculations.

Holding him after a long day.

That time he has with you is beyond precious to him.

He needs you and that time with you to function - more than even he realizes.

Mikey: Physical Touch and Gifts

This man NEEDS physical touch, not just wants it.

He's so touch starved that when you get together he's all over you.

Plus when you initate it his heart stops for a moment.

It's that validation of feeling loved that he has missed for so long.

He loves when you cuddle into him, hold his hand, or let him be the little spoon.

He will even make jokes about wanting more physical touch with you.

"I require affection angel cakes!" He'd call throughout the lair.

He will be needy if he goes to long without physical touch.

Not just physical touch but gifts mean the world to him.

You're on his mind 24/7 so a gift shows him you're thinking of him too.

His favorite gift you got him was a teddy bear wearing an orange mask.

He cuddles with it whenever you can't come over.

Gifts don't have to be expensive for him to love them, just something thoughtful.

You're his big gift, anything else you get him is just a bonus.

Cuddle him, tell him he's pretty, and get him a fuzzy blanket and he's yours forever!

Enjoy!

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Hello fellow INFJ!! I decided to come out of hiding and submit an idea for your brain to run with and hopefully develop into a blurb.

So Leo…. What can we say about the serious but (I head canon) easily flustered turtle that is all about respect and honor? What could he possibly think of their partner body worshiping them.

I mean who wouldn’t worship this!

Can I just say I would start with an intimate kiss to the forehead then work my way down from there 😉

Hi sweetie. My apologies this took so long to get out to you but other stories and life got in the way. I hope you consider this worth the wait. I did pull in a lot of INFJ tendencies for the reader and I hope you can connect with 'her' and see yourself in her. Thank you SO MUCH for trusting me with this Ask. I am honored and blessed that you sent in this idea and I hope I did it justice.

Just beware: The initial idea for this story was to follow it through the exploration of more of Leo’s body and to allow the passion to blaze, but as this story developed and took on a life of its own, it felt complete right in this moment with them. However, there is more still in my mind, so if you would like to see it progress and you would like a part two to this story, please let me know.

Body Worshipping Leo

· You never thought you’d get to see this, you think to yourself as you watch the fluid movements of his body run through their daily katas.

· You had arrived earlier than you had expected. Earlier than they had expected. It was courtesy on Master Splinter’s part to offer you a seat on the edges of the training area for you to watch their daily practice. The old rat’s comforting voice carries over to you from the middle of the affray, giving corrective instructions and words of praise to his pupils.

· They, all four, move with precision, finesse, and power; but his movements have a little something extra: Art and grace.

· From his handsome head, which is always calculating, strategizing, anticipating, down to the soles of his feet, which are steady and planted, yet swift to take flight at a second’s notice, everything about his movements, his body, screams perfection.

· Yes, watching him move is mesmerizing, breath-taking, even at times, soul-wrenching.

· You feel a stubborn lump form in your throat that will not ease, but at least it silences the hiccups that threaten to escape from your awe-struck sobs.

· The beauty that his body is creating is just too magnificent to behold and not feel emotionally moved, so you gently weep watching his contending-inspired dance as you would weep over any masterful performance.

· Another sniffle escapes you and you subtly wipe a stray tear away from the corner of your eye before any of them can take notice of your emotional state. It would be disrespectful to cause a scene and distract them while you were invited in on such a private and profound family routine.

· You have been a common addition to their small group for a while, yet you have only been ‘officially’ dating the eldest terrapin for a few months. A smile ghosts your lips at the memories of how naturally it everything blossomed and came together. You have never been felt more connected and comfortable with anyone in your life. Leo is like the other half of your soul and being with him has a feeling of being complete and content.

· Well…sort of content. The pragmatic leader moves with caution in all things and your relationship is no exception. While you two have shared many hours of cuddling in front of the tv or while reading, and a few chasten pecks to the lips when greeting or parting for the night, Leonardo’s lips have yet to linger long enough on your skin to allow any type of passion to ignite between you.

· While you aren’t exactly sure of the reasons behind his slow pace, you have guessed it has something to do with your differences.

· He seems to be very careful around you. His hands are stay in full view and his movements are deliberate and soft. He tends to let you initiate physical contact and his hugs are never too crushing. There seem to be tense moments after his soft kisses, his penetrating eyes search yours for untold secrets. It is like he was studying your reaction, looking for minute hints of aversion or doubt.

· As you watch him spin in a full body twist to evade a punishing blow from his sparring partner, Raph, you make up your mind to change the languishing conditions of your relationship. Such a beautiful creature needs to know that he is accepted.

· You mentally scoff at the overly simple word ‘accepted’. No, he isn’t just accepted; he is, without a doubt, cherished and loved.

· You hear the Sensei call for them all to come in close and kneel. He pairs his hands in a triangle before him and bows his head and shoulders prior to addressing his pupils. After his moment of reverence, his quiet, yet sage voice speaks of how proud he is of their continued progress and teamwork. He offers each one a moment of individual wisdom and then dismisses them. The old rat offers you a kind smile from across the room as the boys put away their weapons before he moves off to his meditation corner.

· Each of the guys start filing out of the dojo past you, going to get their showers and move off to their regular hobbies. Leo is the last to head toward the exit. He is diligent about making sure that the area is clean and ready for the next lesson. As he approaches the edge of the training area he offers you his hand to help you rise and blesses you with a sweet smile before bestowing one of those chastened kisses to the top of your head. You inwardly sigh to yourself, wishing it had at least made it to your lips.

· Again, you see his bright eyes searching yours intently and you hope that your eyes are no longer holding on to pink hues from getting emotional. “I am sorry you had to wait for me. Is everything okay?”, he asks, still grasping your hand and pulling you along with him to the general living space. Damn it, your eyes must still be flushed.

· You are both now standing in the living room space and a very active Mikey is bouncing on the sofa cushions and yelling into his gaming headset about “ambushing campers!”. You swallow hard and try to steady your voice so that it, too, doesn’t give you away, “Actually, Leo,…I’d…uh…I’d like to talk about something with you.”. Leo’s stride falters as he turns to face you, you can see a disquiet in his clear eyes, his brow knits together in concern. If you were a mind reader you would have heard the alarmed voice going off his head, ‘this is it, she’s telling me that a mutant turtle isn’t what she’s always wanted, she can’t do this anymore. Just look at her eyes, something is upsetting her, she must have been crying over telling me’.

· Another overly animated exclamation about “dirty, cheating, no-good-camping-losers” flows out of Mikey’s mouth and you glance his way at the volume at which he’s yelling before you look back at Leo’s handsome face. “Perhaps some place a bit more quiet?”, you suggest to him, which does nothing to belay his internal discomfort. He licks his lips, which now feel as dry as a desert, and tries to steel his voice, “Yeah, sure. We can talk in my room.”, he gestures with one hand in a ‘ladies first’ motion.

· As you walk past him you try to offer a smile, but your own nerves are starting to get out of control just by the plan you have in mind. You could be about to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to you just by pushing the boundaries. If you are wrong and his caution isn’t about differences but about something else, you could be dooming your relationship by pushing too hard too fast. As you enter Leo’s unadulterated bedroom, you take a deep breath and turn to face your blue clad terrapin.

· Leo closes the door and seems to be unsure of what to do next. He’s still standing just behind the door, looking at the ground when his solemn voice breaks the silence, “So, what do you want to talk about?”. Your heart clenches a bit when you notice that he didn’t look at your when he asked the question. Does he suspect your angle? Is he already thinking of things to say to placate you or let you down easy? Your anxiety level starts to peak.

· “Can you…can you come over and sit down? This is pretty important and I need time to explain”, you say while rubbing your hands together out of nervous habit. Leo nods his head and walks over to the bed, but you notice that he gives you a wider breadth than he normally would when he walks past.

· Leo sits heavily on the edge of his bed and looks at you expectantly. Now it is your turn to lick your overly dry lips. Where to begin? You twist your delicate fingers to the point of popping one by accident, which snaps you into motion…quite literally. Another nervous habit when discussing important things, you pace.

· “Leo, I consider the day I met you to be one of the best days of my entire life”, you say, glancing at him as you pace by him, to the walk to the wall and back. “You are smart, kind, considerate, confident, and truly amazing…”, you say leaving it hanging in the air for a moment while you think about your next words carefully. How do you tell him you want, no you need, more connection with him? That you are in love with him, as a whole being, and that he doesn’t need to be afraid of what he is with you. You know this is new territory for him and you don’t want this to seem like an attack on his experience. You also don’t want to seem inconsiderate or unappreciative of his kindness and respect.

· “But…”, you hear him say from his seated position on the bed. You turn to him, a little shocked to hear a ‘but’ offered up, did he think you were pulling away from him? You study him for a moment and notice that his body language has changed dramatically, his once squared shoulders are slumping, his jaw is clenched in tension, and his once clear eyes seem dim.

· Seeing him looking…defeated and resigned…you take pity on him and decide to throw all caution to the wind. You are feeling bad enough by pushing him for more intimacy, but now, if he thinks you’re trying to leave him, that is even worse.

· You walk quickly to him and cup his face in your hands to make sure he hears what you say clearly and thoroughly, “There’s no ‘but’ Leo. What I’m trying to say, and obviously failing at it miserably, is that you are undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to let you know that I admire you, that I adore you, that I cherish you, that I love every single thing about you, that…that…I think you are sexy”, you finish quietly, more than a little embarrassed by being so forward and using the word ‘sexy’ when you can barely get him to kiss you.

· Leo sits looking at you, making sure he’s heard you right. You two have never really discussed things of passion before now. Sure, he’s told you that you were pretty and beautiful, and you have always reciprocated with comments of how you thought he was cute (while you blushed as red as Raph’s mask), how you treasured his smile, but that was as far as your adoration of his body had gone. Sexy, that’s more than just a step up from the compliments that you have shared in the past. It’s more than he had dared hope for from someone as beautiful as you. He is, after all, an overgrown turtle. He has hard scales, not soft skin. He had hoped that, in time, with enough patience and kindness on his part, you would be able to eventually look past his exterior. That you would be able to see the good, caring person inside the hard outer shell. He NEVER thought you would ever consider him physically sexy. He honestly a little stunned by the comment, especially when he was expecting this conversation to go completely different, and sits staring at your face, “Sexy? You think I’m sexy?”, he asks a little incredulously.

· A little frustrated that you are having to repeat yourself when you aren’t the best as being this forward in the first place, you take a deep inhale and look deeply into his eyes. In his seated position you are just above eye level with him so before your repeat the words, you lean in and place a lingering kiss to his forehead. He watches the movement from his subjacent position, closing his eyes when your lips press into his plated brow, remaining long enough for the warmth of your lips to spread across his scales and down into the center of his chest. He inhales your scent, as sweet as confection, and he swears he can taste your sweetness on his tongue. Finally, you pull back and say, “Leonardo, from the top of your head, down to the bottom of your feet, I find you beautiful and, yes, sexy”.

· The normally confident leader sits in utter silence. His blue eyes are speaking volumes, they are shining with disbelief and hope. They are asking you if this is true? Is this real? Is this a dream? But his lips stay silent as you watch the storm of confusion and confessions roll through him.

· Deciding that your down-to-earth, sober, practical beau needs a little more convincing, you embark on your plan of showing him just how much he means to you, how much you appreciate his contrasting form. “I know you have your routine after training and that you hate breaking your routines, so I’m going to tell you how sexy you are as I help you get ready for your after-training shower.”.

· His eyes go from happy and shining to expanding in size and panicked looking, “Uh, no, you don’t have to do that...”. But you don’t let him talk you out of it, to silence his rebuttal, you quickly press your lips to his, making him choke on his words with the tensity of your attack. You stay pressed into his lips, moving yours in a caressing motion, opening them slightly to dab a touch of moisture on his bottom lip. This kiss is much deeper than the two of you have ever shared and your heart is racing from the feeling. His lips are initially tense from the surprise, but as your plump pout fondles his, adding dabs of your inner wetness for lubrication, you feel him exhale and relax, folding in closer to chase the tastes that you are offering him.

· Not wanting to push your luck just yet with taking the kiss deeper, you pull back to cup his face again and gaze into his eyes, “Leo, trust me”, you plead earnestly. Despite the lingering doubt in his eyes, he gives a dip of his head, to convey he’s putting his trust in you. “Let’s get that mask off of your dazzling eyes”, you coo as you reach back to slowly pull at the knot that secures his signature color to his features. As you pluck at the knot, Leo’s hands start to rise to help, only to be halted mid-path by your small hands securely grabbing his,” Nah-ah. I’ve got this. Here, you hold on here…”, you say leading his sizable palms to your hips, “…now don’t let go.”.

· You hear him clear his throat and feel him tense back up slightly from the placement of his hands and the command that was just given. As the binding of his mask finally gives way, you gently lift it from his bald head to stare admiringly at his naked face. Good god, he’s gorgeous. He’s handsome with his mask, but seeing his natural green face, unbroken by its swatch of blue, he’s breath-taking.

· You are lost in that thought as you stare down at him and, for you, time seemingly stands still. But, for Leo, he’s a little flustered at your enchanted stare. He feels vulnerable without his face armor. No one but his family has ever seen him in this way. The mask does more than signify who he is, it helps to hide parts of him that doesn’t quite fit in. Without his covering, it is more striking how hairless his reptilian face really is. You can now see that his eyes are not framed by thick arches of eyebrows. It is more noticeable and apparent that his Aquamarine eyes are not lined by fans of lashes. There are no helixes, antihelixes or pinna making up shells adorning the openings of his ear canals, only thin flaps of membranes protect his inner ears. The muddled markings of his yellow toned under-skin is highly contrasted by his vert scales and the long scar that crosses one side of his face is on full display. Despite the fact that he is still fully clothed, and it was only his bandana that you removed, he feels fully nude under your consistent gaze.

· You can see the hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes, you can see him intently searching your face for clues about how you feel viewing his testudinal face. Slowly, almost as if in a trace, your left hand rises to lightly skim your thumb along the crest of his bare brow ridge. However, following the movement with your eyes isn’t enough tactile stimulation for you, so you lean in to brush the soft curve of your lips over the hairless peak as well. You breathe in deeply and take in his heady essence, a mixture of salt, earthy musk, with notes of teakwood and clove oil. You exhale at the center of his brow bridge and state, more desperate than you wanted to sound, “You smell so good”. Leo hums in an appreciative tone, seemingly at a loss for words at your close proximity, but you feel his grip tighten on your hip bones as his own breathing deepens and becomes more forceful.

· Leo’s mind is almost at shut down mode. Of all the time he has spent around you, even cuddling you, he has never felt you this much. These touches, these connections, are on another level. The heat from your fingertips and lips seems scorching and the sensations are traveling to places that you aren’t even close to touching. Your scent appears to have changed since this exploration began, it feels more potent, it is overwhelming and stirring fires that shouldn’t be ignited, but he can’t help but drink it in, filling his lungs to capacity with you.

· Your fingers circle down to brush across his textured cheek before they glide back to pass over those shell-less ears. Your pout continues its expedition of his pebbled face, moving from the bridge of his brow, sliding a sensual line down his pronounced snout and placing a feathery kiss at the tip between his wide set nostrils. You lean your forehand to his as the two of you try to steady your breaths, your eyes closed, enjoying the moment of closeness and intimacy for the first time.

· Finally, you pull back and survey his face, your eyes connecting with his as if you were touching his soul, “Leo, you’re beautiful. Even saying that seems…inadequate for how much you move my heart”. You watch his cerulean eyes turn soft before he asks, “What did I do to deserve you?”.

· Again, you lean in and place another kiss to his lips. This time your efforts are met with eager reciprocation. Gone are the tentative pecks that he used on you in the past, now his mouth actively seeks full connection with yours. You can feel his hot breath escaping from between his lips that are parting more and more with each pass of each caress. As you start to pull away again, aiming to continue your praising of his body, you swear you feel a small nip to your bottom lip followed by a slight rumble through his chest.

· Smiling at that your plan for pushing the intimacy boundary has gone so well, you pry his left hand off your right hip to continue assisting with getting him ready for his shower. Still keeping eye contact with him, you lift his large hand to your face and place a prolonged kiss to each of his three fingertips before you start to unwind the sports tape that is encasing his palm and his wrist. As you unravel the bindings you place a kiss to each newly uncovered surface. Your nurturing efforts earn you another interesting rumble from his chest, this vibration sounds more enduring in length, almost like a purr.

· Leo swears his heart stops each time your rosy lips touch a fingertip. His eyes watching the movement of your tasteful petals stroke across the surface of his digitals. Tension setups in his body with each press of your pout and things twitch each time sensual suckling sound leaves your mouth. He berates his body for betraying him and dishonoring you as you show him such adoration. He tries to keep his thoughts from straying too far from respect, but good heavens your lips look and feel too inviting…the thoughts find a way in not matter how hard he tries to deny them.

· As you finish your kissing of his palm and wrist of his left hand, you slide your hands up the rest of his arm, becoming aware of the rippling tension in his forearm, circling over the angle of his elbow, allowing your own palms to ride the waves of his large tricep and bicep, smoothing him over as you go. As you reach his left shoulder, the left arm that you just stroked and petted, loops around your hips and pulls you in close. His head lowers down to snuggle into your abdomen, almost in defeat. Leo can’t take it anymore; he feels a natural, primal need to bury himself in you somehow and the most honorable way that he can think of doing that is to embed his snout into you and breathe you in as deeply as he can.

· As Leo hides his face into your midsection, you pull his right hand loose from your body and begin to fawn over it as you did his left. Each inch of tape that is untied, unwound, and bestowed with a kiss has Leo feeling more bound to you. He senses you stealing parts of him soul with each touch of endearment. As your hands slide up his arm, the muscles tense and flex, begging for attention. Each kiss you plant to his textured skin earns a graveled, desperate vocalization from interred terrapin.

· When you reach his right shoulder, you are now fully encircled by two massive arms and his face is refusing to leave your stomach. Every now and then, as he nuzzles his head around, giving into to ancient, primitive desires to mark you and cover himself with your scent, trying to dig deeper into you, he places at kiss to your tummy which shoots electricity straight down to your core. Your unique perfume is starting to become noticeable, which is not helping Leo’s predicament at all.

· As you stand fully trapped in his arms, his head dug into you as deep as he can push without causing you pain, you can feel him panting, growling, and even at times you think you pick up the sound of whining. To soothe you turtle beau, you run your nails up and down and across his shell. The action causing reverberation through his boney carapace, which flows down his back and creeps up his neck, soothing and tickling all at the same time, for a turtle it is a petting akin to ecstasy.

· As you hear his panting ease and feel the tension in his shoulders and arms subside, you cup the back of his bald head to your abdomen with your right hand, cradling him there for comfort, allowing him to rest and just be close and held by you. Your left hand runs itself over the back of his shoulders and on the delicate skin hiding underneath his shell, stroking him down from the high. It’s a moment of intimacy you never want to end. It feels so natural, so right.

· Eventually, his head dips, the top of his cobblestoned head taking the space where his face was embedded into you and you hear him whisper toward the floor, “I love you”. Your body gives a little shake from the chuckle that moves through you and as you pet the back of his head and neck, “I love you too, Leo.”. Mission successful.

· Finally, he lifts his gaze and holds your stare as he stands from the bed. Your eyes follow him obediently, never breaking contact. He’s towering over you, looking down at your petite form, and then pulls you in for a hug. Your body molds into his, touching as many surfaces, at once, that you can touch. Relishing the connection, the lack of limits and boundaries. You feel his hard form encircling you, protecting you, cherishing you.

· “I don’t want to let you go”, Leo whispers into the top of your head. Again, you give a small chuckle and tell him, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Go get your shower. I’ll be here when you get back.”.

· You hear a resigned sigh from above you, you feel his fingers under your chin, demanding that it lift. Your face follows the silent command, and your lips are met with kiss so full of passion and love that it steals your breath away. Before he pulls back completely, he gives one of those cute pecks to the tip of your nose, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”.

· You watch the other half of your soul grab his towel from a hook on the wall and leave the room with a profound look back, his eyes telling you without a doubt that he’ll always be with you.

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There’s Only One Bed (Leonardo)

Pair: Leonard x Reader

Word Count: 2,233

Rating: T for some language. Fluff only.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: Well. I’m back on the TMNT train. Hope everyone’s brought snacks along for this ride. If you want to see the versions featuring Raphael, Donatello, and/or Michelangelo, just click away!

Also, I’ve taken the concept and gave it a bit of a twist…hope you enjoy!

Prompt: You thought you had been helping; truly, you did. The four giant turtles had been preoccupied fighting off the chomping robotic invaders that none of them noticed the creaking construction beam that threatened to collapse over the group. In a panic, you rushed over to the structure and tried to hold it up. Even mid-run, you knew it was useless, but you felt you had to do something. You hardly knew these mutant turtles, but they had done everything they could to keep you out of the hungry jaws of the never-ending wave of robots.

You strained to keep the beam still and cried out as your shoes dug into the concrete. Before you knew it, someone had grabbed you. The tremendous sound of steel shrieking and stone crumbling around you overwhelmed your senses. A nauseating sensation of floating filled your stomach as the cold late-fall wind rushed around you. Someone grunted behind you as their hot grip tightened around your shoulders.

The two of you plummeted deeper and deeper into the city’s underground, the steel beams crashing down after you. Finally, your savior landed on solid ground only to roll deeper into the tunnels with you clinging to their hard chest. Beams and large chunks of debris crashed through the hole you had just fallen through and made the easiest exit impassable.  

You shivered at the sudden drop in temperature. It had already been cold on the surface, what with the late fall weather being extra nippy today. But down in the dark depths of the city, it felt like it would snow at any moment.

And you hadn’t dressed for this kind of cold.

Still, you looked to your rescuer, hopeful that he would have an idea or an inclining where you were. And, if you were both lucky, you would get out soon…

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There’s Only One Bed (Donatello)

Pair: Donatello x Reader

Word Count: 1,938

Rating: T for some language. Fluff only.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: Well. I’m back on the TMNT train. Hope everyone’s brought snacks along for  this ride. If you want to read versions featuring Leonardo, Raphael, and/or Michelangelo, just click away!

Also, I’ve taken the concept and gave it a bit of a twist…hope you enjoy!

Prompt: You thought you had been helping; truly, you did. The four giant turtles had been preoccupied fighting off the chomping robotic invaders that none of them noticed the creaking construction beam that threatened to collapse over the group. In a panic, you rushed over to the structure and tried to hold it up. Even mid-run, you knew it was useless, but you felt you had to do something. You hardly knew these mutant turtles, but they had done everything they could to keep you out of the hungry jaws of the never-ending wave of robots.

You strained to keep the beam still and cried out as your shoes dug into the concrete. Before you knew it, someone had grabbed you. The tremendous sound of steel shrieking and stone crumbling around you overwhelmed your senses. A nauseating sensation of floating filled your stomach as the cold late-fall wind rushed around you. Someone grunted behind you as their hot grip tightened around your shoulders.

The two of you plummeted deeper and deeper into the city’s underground, the steel beams crashing down after you. Finally, your savior landed on solid ground only to roll deeper into the tunnels with you clinging to their hard chest. Beams and large chunks of debris crashed through the hole you had just fallen through and made the easiest exit impassable.  

You shivered at the sudden drop in temperature. It had already been cold on the surface, what with the late fall weather being extra nippy today. But down in the dark depths of the city, it felt like it would snow at any moment.

And you hadn’t dressed for this kind of cold.

Still, you looked to your rescuer, hopeful that he would have an idea or an inclining where you were. And, if you were both lucky, you would get out soon…

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i did it.....aaaa

Worth the wait - TMNT X-reader (turtle of your choice) Rated F for fluff

I had always been turned off by the idea of love ever since I was a kid. I had seen love blossom and become something beautiful… then before long be burned to the ground where it could never grow again. This was a recurring theme throughout my life, so I swore never to let myself feel the burning pain and sting of a failed love. That is until I met him. 

I had already been friends with April for years before I had met the turtles. It has been about a year since I had met them and each one of them had a profound impact on me, but none as much as he did. I never wanted to admit it but everything he did made me feel… Like I needed him. The way he carried himself, the sound of his voice in the morning, the feel of his rough yet smooth skin, the exquisite color of his eyes… It was enough to drive me insane. Yet I still remember that promise I made myself years and years ago… I refused to get close to him or let him close to me. I already knew he felt the same way about me, it was obvious to everyone around us and I know that he felt pushed away by me. I know he felt like I didn’t care for him in the way he did me, but that wasn’t true. I just didn’t know how to let him in without allowing myself the possibility of being broken by lost love. 

There were times I had accidentally brushed past him, allowing our eyes to lock momentarily, and I wanted right then and there to jump into his arms and let him help me… But I never did. The feeling of his skin upon mine gave me a sense of euphoria and calmness and I didn’t know how to process… it made me question whether I should give in, and allow myself to feel everything, including potential heartbreak. But how? How do I let him know that if he were to just place his hand upon my cheek, I would let my walls down and as much as I would fight it, I would be his. The thought tormented me at night and fogged my brain during the day. I would close my eyes and be able to hear the sound of his breath, and smell the familiar scent that lingered every time I left the lair. It was madness. So I decided I had to do something about it, or else I feared I would go insane. 

I made my way down to the layer, heart racing as I felt my palms grow hot and sweaty. Forcing myself to take another step toward the one thing I didn’t want to do, push him away for the last time. As I made my way inside, I hardly noticed his brothers saying hi to me as I nervously shuffled towards his room. My heart sank as I saw him there… sitting there so… statuesque. He was beautiful, and he was everything I wanted but everything that could ruin me at the same time. I tried my hardest to swallow the lump in my throat as I made my way into his room. As I approached him he sent me presents and turned around with the same luring smile he always gave me, The one that made me weak in the knees. 

“ Fancy seeing you here” he joked around as he stood up from his bed, approaching me with open arms. 

I immediately pushed away, and once again his face slowly contorted into pain and sadness. My hands rested against his plastron, shaking as I held back the lingering tears that were so desperately trying to make their way down my cheeks. 

“Listen. I-I can’t.” I muttered sheepishly, purposely looking away from his gaze. “ I’ve watched everyone… Everyone in my life be destroyed by love and I can’t do it. I-I.” I began to shake more as I tried to compose myself, pulling my hands away from his chest. 

“ I love you. I don’t want to admit it… But I do. And I can’t. Because I don’t know- I don’t know how. Or how I would move on if anything were to happen between us.” I clenched my fists and made myself look more intimidating, hoping to scare him off so I could escape and try to forget the feeling of my heart being torn out. 

“I think we should stop-“ my words were cut off as one of his fingers slowly made its way up my cheek, wiping away a single tear. And just like that… I crumbled. He pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on the top of my head. I felt the deep exhales of breath coming out of his nostrils, slowly tickling the top of my head, allowing my hair to move with the rhythm. We stayed like that for what felt like hours. The feeling of his chest rising and sinking gave me a sense of peace and serenity. As we slowly pulled away from each other, I looked up into his eyes… Softly glazed with tears he smirked once more. 

“ I’ll wait.” He professed “ I’ll wait until you are ready… Because I don’t wanna wait for anyone else“ his words made me feel as if all gravity had for just one moment, disappeared. 

I felt a sense of calm and instinctively placed my hands in his, pulling them up to my face, allowing them to cup my cheeks again. The way he looked at me made me realize that I didn’t want to wait… I finally understood that all the pain and anguish I had seen wasn’t the result of love, but the result of falling out of it. It still scared me of course, but thinking of living without him scared me even more. Suddenly I felt a sense of magnetism as my face was trying to his. I had never been this close to him, my heart was racing but I felt safe. Our lips finally locked in a burst of euphoria, and my arms slowly wrapped around his waist as I allowed myself to fall into him. This was all I ever wanted, to be with him. And it was happening. And I wasn’t scared anymore. 

He was worth the wait.

It was another long night where Leo couldn't sleep, no matter what he tried. From incense to counting repeatedly in his head, the slider couldn't find anything that eased his ever swimming mind. It was to the point where he was tempted to just knock himself out to save himself from the endless tossing and turning that made him grow ever so irritated as the hours passed.

He just wanted to sleep. Was that too much to ask?

A loud, crisp rumble at the end of his bed made him lift his head from where it was, buried under his pillow. He was met with two glowing eyes and another rumble, this time turning into a high pitched meow.

The slider gives the feline a tired smile as he turns to lay on his shell, patting the ruffled sheets beside him as an invitation to join him. The white furry creature does just that, kneading the blankets next to Leo's stomach before flopping over onto her side, a big yawn following.

Leo gently turns to curl himself around the cat, nuzzling his beak into her fur gently as he pets her belly, a loud purr filling the room after just a few seconds.

He and his family had had the cat for just about a few days now, having found her left outside in an abandoned box while it was storming. It was just a coincidence that they were returning home from a battle with the Foot when Raph spotted her, shivering and howling in fear. Took a few days for her to warm up to them, but ever since she never once separated from them.

Leo wasn't sure if they were going to keep her. Especially since their Dad was a rat. But, the red-eared slider had a feeling there might be a chance she would stay. She seemed to like Dad instead of truly wanting to eat him, but you never know. Cats are tricky after all.

The turtle giggles as she purrs, licking his fingers with her rough, sandpapery tongue. It always trickled and felt oddly nice. The kitty kisses just made Leo feel all warm inside, leaving him nuzzling his face deeper into her fur. The cat doesn't react beyond closing her eyes and continuing to purr.

Leo had to admit, he was already attached to her, even though she doesn't even have a name yet. But, her cuddly, sweet, silly nature seemed to fit right in amongst the turtles in all their chaotic glory. Especially with her constant licks on their hands, noses and beaks, it was an utter delight.

He places a kiss on her back and hums in joy. He may not be able to sleep, but at least he has his kitty with him. And really, with all this kitty-cat love, Leo was delighted he could have been blessed by her existence at this very moment.

She was the light of his night.

Please imagine standing out in the rain with Leo

It’s been a while since the last time it rained. You literally dropped what you were doing to rush outside and stand in the rain. You just let the rain pelt you gently while holding your hands out, palms facing towards the sky.

It’s peaceful; the sound of the rain hitting the floor, the smell of it, the refreshing coolness of it all-

“I don’t understand what all the fuss is about.” Leo’s voice calls out, snapping you out of your relaxed state. You turn your head to see him leaning against the entrances wall, one arm tucked under the other as he waved a hand broadly. “I mean, it’s just water.”

You frowned at him softly , lowering your hands as you faced him. “It’s not ‘just water’, it’s rain.” You huffed, making your way towards the turtle.

Leo hummed, “Uh huh, that clears it up so well.” He grinned, watching you roll your eyes- though, you held no real frustration towards him.

Taking his hands into your own smaller ones, you tugged at him gently. “You gotta be in the rain to get what I mean.” You tugged harder as he refused to budge.

Leo tutted at you and with a quick tug, easily hand you in his arms. “And get wet? No thanks. I like being warm and dry, thank you very much.” His grin widened as you pushed against his plastron gently to squint your eyes at him.

“Fine,” you sighed, drawing out the last syllable. “But I’m going back out there. You can either join me and have fun,” you offered, leaning up towards his face to plant a quick kiss on his beak. “Or stay here and be ‘nice and warm’.” You grinned, taking advantage of his flustered state to slip out of his arms and dart back into the rain.

“Wha- hey!” Leo fumbled, darting his arms out to try to catch you before you slipped away to no avail. Letting out a whine, he slumped his shoulders and poured. “No fair- you got me off guard!”

You laughed, stepping further out into the rain and spreading your arms out teasingly. “Sucks to be you then! You can stay nice and dry over there, and I’ll have fun out here.” You spun around, relishing in the feeing of the rain hitting your skin.

You heard Leo let out a groan and grinned, feeling his arms wrap around your waist a few moments later. “Fine,” he whined, narrowing his eyes at the sky. “Lets see what all the fuss is about.”

Spinning around in his arms, you reached up and pecked his cheek- letting out a small shriek of laughter as he spun you around.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed out in the rain, spinning around, laughing and chasing after each other. Just as you thought you managed to dodge Leo’s hands, you felt both of them plant on your waist and tug you back.

“Leon!” You scold with a smile, craning your head back to look up at him. “No fair.” The red sliders smile pulled back into his signature breath taking grin before he leaned down to kiss you softly.

“There isn’t any rules, everything is fair baby.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling back enough to give you a clear view of his wink. You hummed, taking a moment to admire him- the rain made him glimmer so much more and seemed as if it had formed a halo around him.

“Hey, I know my beauty is out of this world, but you should come back down to earth, heh.”

Pulling away to turn to face him properly, you grinned. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.” Lifting your hands you pointed your finger guns at him with a wink. “I keep falling for you quicker than this rain falls to earth!”

That drew a loud, surprised laugh from the turtle as he hunched forward slightly. “Oh- oh my gosh that was bad!” He snorted, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.

“Oh you know you love it.” You grinned, moving your drenched hair out of your face to see him better. Leo watched you wish a smile before moving to close the gap between the two of you. “I know I love you.” He said earnestly, his large hand cupping your cheek gently.

You sputtered at that, opting to wrap your arms around him and squeezing gently. “That was so cheesy.” You groaned, fighting to keep your heart from bursting. No matter how much Leo said he loved you, hearing him say it again always made your heart soar. “Oh you know you love it.” He teased, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

“Y’know, I think I finally get what all the fuss is about.”

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.

.

“But can we please go back inside now, I’m freezing!”

“Ha! Sure, movies and cuddles?”

“You know it!”

In honor of it raining for the first time in forever where I live

My attempt at writing a actual one shot hnnasggsha

Reblogs appreciated if you liked it!

‘We’re going to break into two teams, including myself and professor Loki.’

Bonus:

NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM

When darkness veils the world, the King of Light shall come.

Make Me Choose: Chrollo or Noctis asked by @iieberts

Vergil’s Bangin Hair by djheretostay

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future

Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance

Friendly reminder that the old school Devil May Cry games stressed the idea that crying was not a sign of weakness but a sign of humanity that set you apart from the demons and monsters of the world.

Friendly reminder that the old school Devil May Cry games focused on the adventures of a man who willingly accepted the help and friendship of women who were not his love interests. 

Friendly reminder that Dante might have loved beautiful, partially dressed women, but still respected the ones in his life. 

Friendly reminder that Dante’s motivations are not driven by Sparda: they are driven by his mother. 

Friendly reminder that Dante is awesome and these are several important reasons why that is.

Vergil, despite all the horrors that happened throughout his life, he kept his childhood book.

I have a twin brother, sir. We fight over things often, so I have to write my name on things to make them truly mine.

A book he constantly used to hide from Dante so the latter wouldn't touch it, let along borrow it. A book he loves as much as Yamato.

However, he had no second thoughts about it when he decided to give the book to Nero.

🔹️We all know that Vergil's social skills are not exactly his forte, and who can expect otherwise when he spent almost all his life in the underworld?

I'm sure the news of having a son was a shock, but he tried to at least give Nero something special that belonged solely to him. No Yamato, because he would need it to fight in the underworld, but the second special thing that kept him sane for the past thirty years.

Hoping the next time Vergil and Nero meet, his son would have kept the book. Because then Vergil would understand if his son wants to have him in his life or not.

Omg!! Leon and Claire…  Netflix : BIOHAZARD INFINITE DARKNESS announced.

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holy shit

“Bury the Light” as a reflection of “Devil Trigger”

The composer said something that spoke to me about what I’ve drawn from Nero and Vergil’s respective stories:

Nero’s story was starting from inexperience to gaining knowledge of his demonic heritage, as well as growing in conviction and strength. His chosen goal is to be a successor to Dante, and he gained support for that, like Nico acting to replace his arm or V going after the DS Sparda for him to use. Nero shows us that strength and weakness is not a zero-sum game. Like the Devil Breakers wouldn’t exist* without the loss of Nero’s arm, one can gain power in weakness by accepting someone else’s support. His was a hero’s journey, where embracing who he truly was made him whole, weakness and all, and ultimately he gained true power. 

*(Theoretically, Nero could make his own Devil Breakers in the month between Prologue and M1, he did make Blue Rose and critiqued Nico’s quality control for a reason, but that would’ve taken time that he probably used instead to retrain himself to compensate for balance issues and such from losing his arm.)

Vergil’s story is the inverse of that. His goal might have been to succeed Sparda, but ultimately loss was his underlying motivation to chase after power, which he gained at the cost of abandoning family and eventually his own humanity. V told his story as suffering from defeat after defeat, but really, it was a journey of loss, of his innocence and his home, of any connection that might be good for him, of Yamato and his independence, of control over his form that turned him unrecognizable to his twin and drove him to maim his own son. The last thing he lost was his sense of self, because no one in his right mind would endure being broken only to end up deliberately breaking himself in order to get rid of a perceived weak part of him.

The trajectory of these songs are also mirrored. Where Nero turns outward, Vergil turns inward. With all his thoughts and feelings expressed, Nero chose to become a fully integrated person, accepting all parts of himself, even his weaknesses, for the sake of not letting his family die. Vergil, on the other hand, fought to keep himself together after his whole world was torn apart, but the price he paid in chasing after power for its own sake was, in rejecting a part of himself, he slowly disintegrated to the point of splitting himself in two.

In the bridge of the song, Vergil is presented with a choice: Does your dim heart Heal or destroy?

Vergil’s path will end in his continued isolation with no one to support him, were it not for Nero showing him another path that he could take. Before Vergil can change, he has to heal first. He has to be able to see that pain and weakness can be a source of strength. After all, pain is an indication that there is a wound, and wounds can heal.

Nero and Vergil may have never meant to meet, but the moment their stories intersected, they were both at the height of their powers and fought as equals. Nero’s gains could give a higher meaning to Vergil’s losses. And that’s why I think their stories, like their songs, mirror each other rightly, where they recognize what they need to learn about themselves through each other. 

Nero is the mirror with which Vergil could see his own humanity’s dignity and value. I think Vergil hasn’t been able to take a good look at himself, until he met Nero. And with all his power, Dante couldn’t save Vergil without killing him. But Nero did. That’s why Nero’s journey is the hinge upon which Vergil could turn his life around, and contrary to ”there’s no coming home” in the song, by the end of DMC 5, Vergil set himself up to return by leaving his book with Nero.

People need people to grow. Vergil didn’t have anyone, he was strong enough to endure all that he did, but even after having achieved all the power he wanted, he still needed his family to be whole again.

In other news, Capcom has made me bitter once more.

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Our boys with a crazy cat lady mayhaps? I have 3 myself lol

(I have 5 so I feel on a deep level ;v; furry babies for the win~)

Dante:

He’s a little surprised to see all the different cats roaming the house; but he isn’t really bothered by them. At least not until they start scratching at him or trying to groom his hair. He has to shoo them off when he is trying to get his own cuddle time in with his s/o, since all of them want to cuddle too apparently lol. Eventually has to give in to being a cat sofa since all of them climb onto him as well, and curl up purring between him and his s/o lol.

Nero:

He is intimidated by all the cats around lol. He can feel their eyes on him at all times, as if they are watching to see him mess up and hurt their owner. They constantly walk around and on him if he is sitting on the couch next to them, and he can feel shivers run up his spin when they start to crowd around him for attention. His s/o has to reassure him over and over that their cats aren’t going to kill him lmao.

V:

Low key he is in heaven with all these cats. He loves their plush fur and how comfortable they seem to be with him right away. They love to curl at his sides and in his lap, purring so much it sounds like a machine whirring to life. He could sit there and pet them all day, and eventually falls asleep on his s/o’s couch surrounded by all their cats lol. They feel slight pang of jealousy towards their cats at times since V gives them a lot of attention when he visits as well lol.

Vergil:

Tiny fur balls with fangs and claws. He tends to have stare downs with them when he visits, and most of the time tends to scare them off, even when he isn’t meaning to. They all seem to scatter when he comes over, much to his worry. His s/o has to pick them up and slowly introduce them properly to him one by one in hopes they’ll eventually get used to him being around. He appreciates the effort they are putting in to make him feel welcome in their home, and slowly gets used to the cats as they do of him as well.

(I really hope these weren’t too short, I am super sorry!!)

#polite boys

Ways that the boys will randomly touch you:

Dante:

This man is extremely affectionate, and will honestly touch you in any way you allow him to

It’s rather silly, but he enjoys to ‘boop’ your nose and pinch your cheeks, especially when it makes you blush and get frustrated with him

He enjoys you sitting on his lap with his arm around your waist while he works at his desk

Any form of affectionate touch, he is going to do it to you

Ruffling your hair as well is something he always does when he walks by you

Nero:

His biggest thing is pulling you in for a hug with his chest to your back

Something about spooning you close like that just brings him comfort and he wants to just hold you like that for a while

When he gains his arm back and is able to feel with it, expect to have him touching all over you face, your hair, everywhere he is allowed to touch

He loves to touch your cheek especially, since he can lean in to give you a kiss that way

Loves to have his arm around your shoulder especially, keeping you pulled close to his side

V:

He is king of affectionate touches; blame his poetic side for it

He loves to run his fingers through your hair when ever he is looking directly at you

And he always wants to have an arm around you as well

Holding hands is a must if you are sitting or walking together especially

He always has to brush your shoulder or your hair when he walks by you; any kind of physical touch helps him get through his day

Vergil:

Many have come to believe this man does not know the definition of affection

But his touches are far more subtle and personal

His hand will rest on your lower back when you walk together

Or he will absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair when sitting with you, either reading or studying paperwork

He will sneak pecks to your cheek quickly when he passes by you or is wishing you good morning

He secretly enjoys holding your hand when you two sit together as well