Vちゃんのお尻にキスしたい… 🖤🙈 ↳ : デビル メイ クライ DEVIL MAY CRY 5

holy shit

only had time for one drawing tonight, but I’ll see if I can do some more soon!

Son of the legendary dark knight and Dante’s brother. Lady says he once lost to Dante and got his ass thrown into the depths of the underworld. Later, he turned his sword— the Yamato—on himself, using its power to cleave demon from human and so sever everything that was holding back his demonic side. So V was the humanity he left by the wayside… Well, they’re back together now. Vergil’s weakened days are over. — Nico Goldstein about Vergil

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

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."

protect charlie at all costs 

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

Reblog if you appreciate Marco's importance to the story and the impact he has on Jean, Eren, Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdt

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!

Got a request right here! I'm still thinking about Vergil and hand kisses so... how about a Vergil/Reader drabble about that? 😳

Thank you so much, K. Idk if this fits with what you wanted but please enjoy!

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Vergil never says that he loves you. 

He hasn't even replied to your confession. 

But you know he feels the same way about you if you look at the way his gazes soften when it lands on you, the way his voice was soothing when he console you in his own way, the way he put his hand behind your back when a stranger tried to make a move on you, making them back away. How he always seeks for your company to relax  and even to converse, how he talks more in your presence than when he is with his crew, making jokes along the way, dropping his mask as he lets you see the other side of him. 

He will take you out sometimes to observe nature sometimes to a field of blooming daisies, sometimes to gaze upon the stars. And during those times, your hand always with his, interlocking with one another and he will listen to your rambling with such interest that he will remember it for if you mention it months later. 

He never says those words but you know he feels the same. His kisses on you are gentle, soft, passionate and even hot. You always melt in his embrace as he breathes in your scent. 

He never tells you that he loves you. 

Deep down you wish that he will say those words to you. 

And he knows it with the way your eyes are downcast when he breaks the kiss, refusing to look at him when you said those words again, hoping that he will reply to it this time around. 

But Vergil has been quiet when you said it. Thumb running circles in your cheek before he slowly  trailed it down to your lower lips. 

Part of you wonders why is it so hard for him to say it? And part of you chastise you for being selfish, for forcing him to say the words when he clearly struggles for it. 

But you can't help yourself wanting for a verbal affirmation that what the two of you have and share are genuine. That he indeed loves you. 

Vergil calls your name as he releases his hold on your chin. He trails his right hand to your arm, slowly making it descent until it stops on your fingers. 

He gingerly reaches your finger and brings it to his chest. 

"Y/n," he calls your name again and you slowly look up towards his eyes. And you are caught in the intensity of his soft blue orbs, looking at you with fondness. 

Slowly he brings your hand to his lips, kissing each knuckles of your fingers while his eyes remain locked on yours. 

'I love you," he murmurs in between your fingers "forever and always"