8 Times Jayce Touched Viktor

Hi! I was wondering if u could do how the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, V, & Nero) would react to someone flirting with their s/o.

Thank you for requesting!! Love my boys

Dante

See, here's the thing

Dante knows you're hot, he knows he's hot, so there should be no problems right? He trusts you, and he knows you're not going to leave him for some bimbo on the street. Right?

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That person seems to be a bit too friendly and he doesn't like it

He's sauntering over, trying to look as cool as possible

He puts a hand on your face to angle it so he can kiss you properly

He gives the other person such a nasty side eye

He then wraps an arm around your waist and goes "Who's this?" As if nothing happened

If that doesn't scare em away, he's throwing hands

Nero

Sweet boy is genuinely confused as to why you seem so uncomfortable with the person you're talking with

You keep looking at him with pleading eyes

Then he realizes you want him to take you out of the conversation

He maintains eyecontact with you as he points to his sword questioningly

It takes all you have not to start laughing, you just shake your head and try to awkwardly keep trying to exit the conversation

Unfortunately, this person doesn't get the hint and ends up almost trapping you between them and the wall

Oh hell no

Nero's storming over there and ripping the person off you

He was willing to do this civilly but they just flipped a switch

No one messes with his partner

He starts yelling at them but you end up being able to calm him down, thankfully

He gets a little bit clingy afterwards, but can you blame him?

V

His jealousy stems from insecurity as well

He's practically a skeleton, he's not even a whole person, why would you want to stick around when he probably won't be around for another month?

Until he gets that "Oh wait but they're mine."

He's a gentleman, kinda so he's not gonna flat out grope you in public or kiss you without warning in case you're uncomfortable with that

He's gonna walk over and hug you from behind while he places a kiss on your head

Then he's staring down the other person

He's merciless, he doesn't even blink

If it gets out of hand he's either summoning Griffon or he's caning them himself

Vergil

Honestly? I see Vergil as not being jealous too often

He's either not paying attention or he trusts you to handle it

If he does get jealous he's just fuming in a corner, watching you

He doesn't want to bother you, but he can't help it

However, this is not the case today

This person keeps chatting you up

And they won't stop

You've asked them several times too, even throwing out the fact that you have a boyfriend

They didn't believe you

You see Vergil out of the corner of your eye, he's watching the situation

You point over to him in hopes of getting this person off your back

They glance over and see his glare

Somehow, they have a death wishes so they say something along the lines of "Oh, that old bag of bones? You're better with me, baby"

Anyway they almost get skewered with the Yamato lmao

He doesn't say much, just grabbing your hand and dragging you out of there

V x Reader: Oregano & Roses

❤️ Title: Oregano & Roses

❤️ Pairing: V x gn!Reader

❤️ Summary: V loves cats. So much so that he’s decided to bring home every single one he finds.

❤️ Warning: None!

❤️ A/N: Hello little ones!! I was feeling particularly soft this week and despite being busy with the move, I decided to do a little fluff piece based on a headcanon Will and I came up with a while back involving V taking in strays! I’m going to revisit this later and make this into an actual fic or do a part two after I clear off my to-do list, but for now, enjoy a little short!

V is obsessed with cats.

He is also obsessed with making you happy. 

For your first Valentine’s day together, Trish suggested he get you flowers, and although it felt a little bit of a cliché, he accompanied her to the nearest shop and helped her put together a lovely bouquet for you.

He had been so nervous to offer them to you, but when he saw the way your eyes lit up at the sight of them, he decided there would not be another day gone by where he didn’t put that smile on your face.

And so, every day since, for the last five years, he has made the trek to the local floral shop to purchase a single rose to leave on your nightstand.

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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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love drunk — miguel o’hara x reader

summary — while miguel deals with a drunk and clingy you, you accidentally let it slip that you love him. requested here

grumpy x sunshine!! spidergirl!reader, no pronouns used but implied fem!reader, grumpy miguel, kind of ditzy reader, drunk reader, established relationship, first ‘I love you’ trope, miguel being lovesick, fluff. so much fluff

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Miguel thinks he should never let you drink again in your whole life.

“Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth, irritated now. Actually, he was irritated ten minutes ago but was doing a better job at hiding it. “Come on. Get off me.”

You’re dead weight in his lap. He wouldn’t mind, he likes when you sit on him like this, only you’re in the middle of the bar and there are at least five Peter’s looking his way and smirking, and he can see Hobie Brown laughing at him behind his hand across the room.

“Whyyyyy?” You drawl, your lips slow and your tongue slower. You paw at his chest and give him a glare that’s about as menacing as a puppy. “You’re so mean.”

Miguel sighs heavily. He picks up his hands where they’d been hovering at your sides, unsure whether he should touch you or not when you’re like this, and gets a good grip on your hips.

“C’mon, get up,” he says. He lifts you off his lap with ease, fingers curling around your hips, and deposits you in the booth seat next to him.

To Miguel’s surprise, you don’t flop into his side or try to climb back onto him like he thought you would. Where seconds ago you were like a rag doll, you sit rigid straight.

“What?” He asks you, genuinely confused.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, frowning to yourself. “I didn’t mean that. You’re not mean.”

Miguel blinks at you. “Oh. No, that’s not why I made you get off, sweetheart. I know you don’t actually think I’m mean.”

Slowly, you brighten up like a wind up toy, springing back to life in slow motion with a big smile painting itself across your mouth, all teeth. “Oh, okay. Can I get back on you now?”

Miguel actually laughs. He’s very tempted to say yes, you can sit in his lap as long as you like. He doesn’t, mostly because you’re very obviously past your limit and you need a bed and some water. Neither of which he can get you here.

“You’re funny, cariño,” he tells you, chucking you under the chin with his knuckles. You beam up at him, eyes squinting so much they’re half closed. He indulges himself in a squeezing of your cheek before breaking the news, “No, you can’t get back on me—“ Your face falls, “—But I can take you to bed?”

Your smile comes back so quick it’s alarming, and you nod vehemently. “Yeah, please.”

Miguel manages to get you out of the Spider-Bar (nicknamed by one of the Peter’s, he can’t remember which but Miguel refuses to call it that. It’s just a section off the second floor of Headquarters where Spider-people migrate to drink.) without you tripping over your own feet. He’s discovering you’re a very clumsy, clingy drunk. That, and you really can’t hold your liquor. He’s only had a little less than you and he feels completely fine. Other than the burning in his chest, though he’s pretty sure that has more to do with you and your presence than the alcohol.

He gets you into an elevator and holds you up when you slouch into his side. His arm around your hip and both of your hands clinging like vines to his free arm, tight enough to ache but he can’t bring himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy your apparent desperation to stick to him like glue.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. A gaggle of Spider-Women wait on the other side, Jess among them. The younger girls giggle amongst themselves when they see the predicament they’ve caught their haughty boss in.

“Hey, Miguel,” Jess drawls as she sidles past him, Miguel practically dragging you out of the elevator now and out of the way of the girls. “Hey, Y/N.” She grins at your inebriated state, then looks to Miguel, “Early night?”

It’s almost midnight. Miguel can’t tell if she’s teasing or not. She probably is. “Yeah.”

“Miguel’s taking me to bed,” you pipe up, a lustful tone to your sticky, slurry voice that Miguel winces at. He hadn’t meant it like that. Clearly, your drunk mind had taken it that way. He’ll be sure to set the record straight once you’re safe and alone in his room.

Jess laughs loud. “Right. Well, have fun with that.”

She’s still laughing as the elevator doors slide shut. Miguel sighs. He’s not gonna hear the end of that for at least a week. You tug on his arm and smile up at him sweetly, and he forgets all about it.

“What is it, cariño?” He hums.

“Can you carry me? My feet are sore.”

Miguel indulges you. Partly because you’d asked and he’s yet again been tasked with the challenge of saying no to you (which he fails at every time), and partly because you’re slowing him down and he really wants to get to his room before he meets anyone else. He scoops you up easily, one arm hooked beneath your thighs and the other under your back. You giggle dazedly and hook your arms around his neck tight enough that it’d hurt anyone but Miguel, burying your face in his neck, your flyaway hair tickling his skin.

By the time he gets you to his room you’re half asleep in his arms. He’d let you sleep but your suit is constricting. He deposits you on the bed in the dark and switches on the lamp. He only manages to turn on his heels before you’re grabbing his arm, warm hand wrapping around his wrist with a clumsy desperation.

“Don’t go,” you murmur, eyes half closed.

Miguel pries your hand away gently. “I’m not going anywhere. Just getting your pyjamas.”

You allow it but you make a grab for him as soon as he’s back, hands warm at his waist. He stands in front of you and undresses you out of your spidersuit, then redresses you into the pyjamas you keep in his room. You keep quiet other than the occasional hiccup and despite your amorous comment earlier you don’t try anything, even when you’re completely bare-chested and Miguel is standing over you. While he pulls your shirt over you head, your hands find his hips and grip them like somebody’s trying to take him away from you.

He gives you a glass of water which you skull back like you’re about to die of thirst. He refills the glass and when he comes back you’ve turned the light off and buried yourself under the covers. He thinks you’re asleep until he goes to put the glass on the bedside table and your hand sneaks out of the sheets, reaching for him.

“Miguel…” you murmur, fingers brushing his abdomen. You tilt your head up towards him, searching for him in the dark.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned you’re not feeling well. He hopes you’re not the kind of drunk who throws up everything they drank. Though he can’t say he’d mind looking after you even if you were.

“I’m fine,” you say softly. It’s dark and he can barely see your face but he hears your next words just fine. “Thank you for looking after me … I love you.”

Miguel is so shocked he almost drops the glass of water he’s holding. Sure, he knew you had feelings for him. He knew you care for him about as much as he does for you, which is an inordinate amount. To hear you say it is different. His fondness for you multiplies by about a million and the chasm in his chest feels, not for the first time since he met you, a little bit smaller.

He knows you probably won’t remember it in the morning, but it’s been said and his chest is aflame. He sets the cup down and then crouches next to your lovely, tired face, and cups your cheek. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and then your lips. Your eyelashes flutter as your eyes fall shut and you smile.

Miguel waits til he’s sure you’re asleep to say it back — vulnerability’s never really been his strong suit. He tucks hair away from your face, feeling a bit drunk himself. Just not from anything he drank. “I love you too, mi amor.”

Headcanons for Nero, Dante, Vergil, and V with pet cats?

Of course! we love cats in this household!

DMC CHARACTERS X READER: HAVING A PET CAT

Dante Sparda

+Many would think that Dante would be good around cats, well i beg to differ-

+The moment he saw the cat in your lap grabbing all of your attention and mocking him with its big mischievous eyes it signalled the beginning of a war

+He wanted a kiss from you? No, the cat was in the middle, cuddles maybe? Nope, cat was already sleeping in your lap, Dante had to take matters into his own hands

+So like every sane person would do he simply became as clingy as the cat

+He is literally stuck on you with every chance that he gets

+Are you cooking? Arms around your waist- Are you reading a book? He would make sure to scootch the cat away and get in your lap

+this went as far as arguing with the cat itself

+" GET AWAY FROM (Y/N) YOU ANNOYING CREATURE"

+"Dante are you jealous of a cat-"

Vergil Sparda

+There is a cat in the house? Vergil would simply not care, as long as it is not bothering him he is fine

+He does appreciate the fact that unlike dogs it is not all over him all the time

+At the beginning he felt annoyed every time the cat gave him attention, attention from you alone was enough a cat was an extra he didn't sign up for

+However as time passed he slowly warmed up to it, he would read his book the cat nuzzled in his lap, and drink his tea while petting it

+And of course, you were more than happy to see that they liked each other (in the back of your mind you thought they would murder each other)

+But there was one thing that annoyed him the most

+"Danteeee where are you hiding?"

+"Why the hell would you name the cat Dante-"

Nero Sparda

+That boy may seem annoyed at the beginning with your decision to adopt a cat but in the end he loved it as much as you

+At the beginning he would not give it much attention just a small pet if it came close to him

+As time went on like vergil he would get accustomed to it

+I have Nero more like a dog guy rather than a cat guy so he is never gonna be fully melting over the cat, but that doesnt mean he won't love it

+After coming home from a long mission he would long for cuddles with both you and the cat but of course he wouldn't say it out loud

"Do you want the kitty to cuddle you Nerooooo?;)"

"Oh shut up-"

V

+In general V is used to being around animals due to his familiars, so a cat would not change things that much for him

+It would be very entertaining watching his familiars react to the cat and especially Griffon

+The phrase i will feed you to the cat was especially present every time Griffon would start getting annoying

+Shadow and the cat would definately be the best cuddle buddies

+Sitting on the couch all together reading books was a must now with the cat and the familiars being your personal heaters.

"Let me go grab a blanket-"

"No worries V, KITTYYYYYY"

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