9-1-1 Main Character Ages And Birth Years

Star Wars… meme

A Long List of Ninjago Headcanons For the Heart and Soul

Kai: - Can’t stop dabbing - Always warm or hot - Hair is naturally spiked - Swears all the time - Terrified of Christmas elves and gingerbread men (kinda cannon) - Hates getting in water because it messes up his hair (why he can’t swim) - THE BEST OLDER BROTHER IMAGINABLE - Like he always held Nya as a little kid and played with her 25/8 - Smells like a mix of cinnamon and a fireplace - When he gets angry steam comes up from his head - Sucks at giving advice - Kids hate him - Best subject is history - He’s obsessed with Hamilton and recites every line at some point or another - Is actually sweet af - Doesn’t know when to stop. Ever.

Jay: - Picks up pennies on the streets during every mission - Actually owns a fidget spinner - Gets yelled at every time he pulls it out - Smells like paint - His room is always a f***king mess - is thE MOST PRECIOUS BEAN THAT’S EVER LIVED - The shortest of everyone (except Nya) - It makes him so angry - DONT EVEN DOUBT FOR A SECOND HE HAS DIMPLES - Has the loudest, most obnoxious laugh - And once he starts, he can’t stop. - Lives for cuddles - Has to cuddle someone or something to go to sleep - Is literally allergic to everything - Like in elementary school he was the kid that ruined special treats for everyone because he had so many allergies (poor bean) - CAN HOLD A GRUDGE FOR ALL OF ETERNITY - Is the one that gets sick all the time - Best subject is math (especially algebra) - Loooves kids and wants a few when he gets older

Zane: - PRECIOUS - Has a name for every cooking utensil in the kitchen and treats them like people - Tries to treat them all equally - Is literally a pianist - Can basically play any piece without looking - Smells like metal (wonder why) and laundry detergent - A DANNY TANNER - Wins laser tag every time the ninja go play it - Always uses ‘Delicate Flower’ for his name - ‘Cause he loves dem flowers - Heck, the bean loves everything - Will sometimes randomly beep - Things get a little turnt on the bounty - Always comforts everyone when they need it - Best subject is everything - Is often nicknamed Tin man, Robocop, and Iron Man

Cole: - Is actually the best dancer on the face of the planet - Does soft shoe around the bounty - Also great at singing but is too self conscious to do it for anyone - Knows and can recite parts of every broadway musical - As a kid his father put him on a major diet for dancing and never let him have sweets (thus why he is so obsessed with cake and food period) - Loves the taste of cough drops - Smells like leather and french vanilla - Everyone loved him in school - Best subject is english (aye) - Can’t stand fidget spinners (aye) and tries to get rid of Jay’s every time he sees it - Everyone’s jealous of that perfect body of his - Wants a partner that will truly understand and respect him - The go-to for advice - Has swearing contests with Kai

Lloyd: - SOOO SWEEET - Never really ate too much as a kid - Loves soft things, so he owns a lot of soft clothing - Has trouble catching up in learning - Understands other people well and therefore knows how to treat them - Hates savory foods - Has headaches ALL THE TIME :,( - Smells like cotton candy - Shy at first but warms up really quick - Feet are always cold - So he wears socks. All. The. Time. - Has a lot of ‘friends’ that are girls but is too naive to realize they are all just crushing on him - Loves taking him some naps - When he’s not napping he’s probably training

Nya: - Usually tries to stay away from the guys because they’re so obnoxious - Can’t stand swearing - So she shuns Kai all the time - Is literally done with everyone’s crap 25/8 (girl same) - Very friendly and open to everyone but has trouble truly opening up to people - Is hesitant on cuddling but will if necessary - Obsessed with lipstick - Like owns every shade imaginable - Best subject is foreign language - Is easily triggered by rude people - Like she will separate herself from everyone when she’s upset - Never really cries because she thinks it makes her look weak - But when she does she will cuddle with Jay (aww)

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It's going to hurt every time

Suddenly remembered about my DMC fan poster series from 2019!

Day 8: Cockwarming w/ Vergil

Warnings: fem!reader, penetration

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan, @loki-love, @the-eternal-sunflower

It’s late when you wake up due to the cold lingering on the other side of the bed. You pout as you slide out of bed. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep as you begin padding through the apartment to find Vergil. The hope is to talk him into returning to bed so you can snuggle with him. 

When you find him, you realize this won’t be an easy feat. He’s in his reading room, perched in his favorite plush chair with a book open on his bent knee. Despite being engrossed by his (second) favorite activity, his brows are furrowed and his mouth is knitted in a tight frown. He’s so deep in his own thoughts that he doesn’t even notice you walking into the room. It’s always an uneasy feeling when you manage to sneak up on him. It happens so rarely, but you know it almost always means his mind has wandered to deeply unpleasant places. 

“Darling,” you say softly to alert him of your presence. He still looks surprised when he looks up at you. 

“Oh,” he sighs softly. “It’s late, sparrow. What are you doing up?” 

“I missed you,” you pout. 

A small smile tugs on his lips, a look of comfort passing over his previously troubled features. He pats his thigh softly, an invitation you won’t dare turn down. You eagerly cross the room and perch yourself on his lap. 

“I’m sorry, sparrow,” he kisses your cheek softly. “I didn’t mean to stay away for so long.” 

“Did you have a nightmare?” you ask quietly. 

His jaw tenses and looks down, “How do you always know?” 

“It’s the only time you leave me in the bed,” you whisper. 

“You needy little thing,” he teases softly. “How about you keep me company until I’m ready to go to bed?” 

“Of course,” you snuggle closer into his chest. 

“You’re a sweet girl,” he whispers almost to himself. 

He returns to his book, keeping it angled so you can read along if you wish. You do read with him, but soon you’re distracted by his hands soothing up your shirt. He kneads your tits gently as he reads. His cock hardens against your ass as you shift on his lap from his touches. 

“Would you like to do something for me, sparrow?” he purrs softly against your ear. 

“Anything for you,” you sigh. 

“Good girl,” he kisses you.

He gently lifts you up so has room to pull his pajama pants down. He pushes your panties to the side before guiding you onto his cock. You whine as he stretches you out. You squirm on his lap, wanting to move so bad. He holds you still. 

“No, sparrow. I just want to feel you,” he insists. 

“Vergil-” 

“Ssh,” he kisses you softly. “Be still.”

You let out a soft sigh, but you relax in his arms. You rest your head on his shoulder. It’s hard to resist the urge to move when his girth stretches you so wonderfully. Even just like this, his cock is pressed right against your sweet spot. You do your best just to sit still on his cock the way he wants you to. He keeps reading casually, trying not to give in to the fluttering of your walls around him. 

This is the sweetest, most antagonizing pleasure he can imagine. If you both can manage it, he’ll keep you both on edge all night.

Beach day for the Devil May Cry.... ?!?!?

Oh No! You're giving them the silent treatment! What will they do?

Characters ~ : Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans, Albert Wesker

He'll hug you behind and give you kisses on your neck and cheek

“Heyyyy, Did I do something wrong? Your giving me the silent treatment…” He whines

He WILL be clingy

Whines when you keep ignoring him when he doesnt know why

Will force you to cuddle up on your shared bedroom until your good

“I'm sorry if I did something wrong?”

He will keep saying I love you's while kissing all over you face until he can see you smile or giggle

Once he found out it was all just a prank… Get ready to be uno reversed MWAHAHA

He can get a little mad when you don't tell him the reason.

He'll schedule a date with you, he picks a beautiful place where you can see the city to your side.

Another one who will convince you to cuddle with him.

“Your so pretty… I'm so lucky yo have you…”

Compliments

He'll say sorry over and over until you can't handle it anymore

Get ready to railed when he found out it was just a prank

Worries a lot

‘Did I do something wrong?’ ‘Did I make her mad!? What should I do!’

Whines too

Maybe even give you puppy eyes?

Gives you those big ass teddy bears

Says ‘love you's' repeatedly

Gets mad when he found out it was just a prank but eventually laughs

Doesn't really quite care?

But once it kept going he'll worry

“Dear? Did I do something wrong? If I did, please forgive me…”

Doesn't stop placing his hands on the sides of your hips.

Whispers how why he loves you and the things he adores about you on your ear

Another one who will schedule a date

Call William the he can't work because his “sick”

Once you told him it was all a prank… Get ready to be punished and can't walk

Warnings: smut, mentions of DT, the sparda boys are in heat, fem!reader

The Sons of Sparda go into heat, and this how they deal with it.

Dante 

Dante in heat is something else. He literally can not keep his hands off of you. 

Even if you do manage to get a moment not pressed into his mattress (good luck lol) he’s following you around like a lost puppy. 

He’s so needy, and he tries so hard to be loving but sometimes he loses control. 

“You smell so damn good,” he whines as he pulls you close. His cock is rock hard as he presses against your ass. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and you’re very aware of him taking in greedy breaths to inhale your scent. You’d managed to talk your way into a brief reprieve so you could get something to eat, but Dante has been hot on your trail the whole time. His large, strong hands knead and grab at you every chance he gets. 

“Dante,” you sigh as your uneaten food stares at you from the counter. “Just one minute, please. I’ll inhale this, I swear.” 

Dante whines and presses closer to you. His hands soothe up your shirt and he’s kneading at your tits before you have a chance to stop him. He ruts against your ass again, a needy growl vibrates through his chest. 

“I’ll be fast too,” he chuckles. “Then, you can eat.” 

“You’re impossible,” you groan. 

You turn around in his arms, accepting his deal. Your food still sits on the counter hours later. 

Vergil

Vergil tries to hide that he’s in heat. It’s the one weakness he’s found to being a devil. 

He tries to play off the fact that he’s constantly in the same space as you as a coincidence. Hoping you don’t notice the way he’s trying his hardest to be as close to you as he can be. 

When he finally breaks down, he goes absolutely feral. 

Vergil is buried to the hilt. His cock is already throbbing, but he’s only just managed to bully his way inside of you. A soft curse falls from his lips and you have to think over his words to make sure that you heard him correctly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you ask as your fingers brush through his now ruffled hair. He purrs from the touch, but is soon embarrassed by hiw own neediness. He nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck. 

“I didn’t want you to know how weak I am,” he whispers. “I needed you so badly.” 

Your fingers soothe through his hair again before running down his back. Vergil has never been easy to love. He has such difficult accepting your kindness. Deep down he lives in constant fear that you’re only with him out of pity. His breeding cycle would be just another burden you bear because of your determination to show him that life is worth living even if every waking moment isn’t dedicated to the pursuit of strength. 

“I’m here,” you whisper between soft kisses. “We can get through this together.” 

Vergil clings to you as he begins his frantic pace. 

Nero

Nero doesn’t even truly understand why his cock is stubbornly hard no matter how much he jerks himself off. 

All he can think about is filling you up with his seed. He even feels his skin prickle like he wants to trigger when he thinks about it. 

He begrudgingly calls Dante for advice when he starts to put together that this is connected to his heritage. 

    “Just a little more, baby,” he growls as he begins thrusting again. He’s lying and you both know it. He could keep you like this all night. You’re pinned against his mattress with your legs pushed to your chest. You’d barely had time to come down from the last round. Desperate whines leave you as your walls flutter around his cock. 

    “You’re doing so good,” he mutters as he kisses you softly. “Making me feel so good.” 

Your fingers tangle in his hair and your head falls back against the pillows. A layer of sweat coats your body from the heat eminating off his skin. You can’t remember how many times he’s made you cum at this point. The only hint is the growing wet spot on the sheets, well what remains of them. 

“I love you so much,” Nero groans as he keeps driving his cock into you at a dizzying pace.

Hello, author. Would it be possible to request an established relationship Dante or Vergil x feminine male!reader who has emotional dependency and who, for years, was almost like a prostitute/courtesan to demons ? The reader tends to make a lot of sexual advances out of fear of being abandoned and not being desirable enough for their boyfriend. The reader has a devoted, polite, and gentle personality, with a mix of fluff and hurt to comfort if possible. I hope this request doesn't make you uncomfortable, dear author, Have a good day 🌷

DEVIL MAY CRY - DANTE SPARDA | VERGIL SPARDA

The requested scenario for BOTH of the twins :3

WORDCOUNT: Around 1k for each

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Dante x feminine!Male!Reader | established relationship

Dante knew what you were like. He knew the way you acted, what you usually were like around him, the things you'd do and say. In just a few months, he'd learned to read you like a book. Dante also knew your past. You'd opened up about it slowly, timid about his reaction, even though you knew he wouldn't judge you. You couldn't help it, really. Life had prepared you to be expecting everything and everything.

Emotionally dependent reader Former demon prostitute/courtesan reader fear Of abandonment Reader: devoted, polite, gentle Fluff/ Hurt Comfort

When you had told Dante that you'd practically been a prostitute for Demons, he'd been mad. Not at you, never at you, more so at anyone that dared to give you bad experiences in life. Dante had figured that you weren't completely trauma free - you were hanging around him, after all - but he hadn’t expected anything like what you opened up to him about.

Something Dante had started to notice these last few days, though, is how you seemed to always cling to him, how you tried to initiate intimate moments more often, the way you'd look at him every time he wasn't in the mood. He hadn’t minded at first, hell, in all honesty, he liked how active you were, but after a while he noticed your patterns. You initiated intimacy whenever either of you had been upset at the other, or whenever he hadn't been able to hang out with you as much as usually, whenever he was too busy… It became a little suspicious. You'd get upset whenever he'd reject, seemingly more at yourself than at him.

One evening was especially bad. He'd been out for a long mission, drained and hungry, covered in blood. You'd come to him, humming about taking a shower, gingerly wrapping your arms around him, lips pressed against his neck. He sighed, knowing that while he loved when you were like this, he really just wanted to shower and then pass out in bed. He told you as much as he parted with you, pressing a swift kiss against your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

He found you later, once he'd gotten dried up and dressed in his sleep clothes - which were only acceptable and without holes because you'd pushed him to get some proper pyjamas instead of sleeping in his boxers and old shirts all the time. The lights in your shared hoke were turned off, but you weren't in bed. Usually, you'd have a few lights or candles on while you snuggled up on the couch. Lights off was only for bedtime with you.

You still sat on the couch, though, sniffling softly to yourself. Dantes whole face fell as he realised you were crying. “...Love, what's wrong..?” He muttered as he stepped towards you, carefully seating himself beside you. You sniffled again, immediately smuggling against him. “... do you not love me…?” You mumble, voice muffled by his shirt as you press your face into his shoulder. Dante almost thinks he didn't hear you right, wrapping his arms around you, pressing you against his chest. “Baby, my dear sweet boy, why would you think that…?” He questions, running his fingers through your hair. “...you don't want me…” You sob, tears staining Dantes shirt. The gears in his head started turning as he pulled you into his lap. “Love, listen to me. I love you. I want you, all the time, but sometimes I'm tired, or I'm not in the mood, not because I don't love you anymore, it just happens, yeah?” He mumbles, pressing a few soft kisses against the top of your head. You're still sniffling, so he tilts your head a little to kiss your forehead too.

“I just… whenever you don't want me I think you don't love me-” You start, new tears dwelling in your eyes as you look up at him. He shushes you, gently brushing your tears away. He slipped his fingers into your hair, gently running his digits through the soft strands, twirling them around the tips carefully.

“I swear to you, I will never stop loving you. You dont even need to think that, yeah? You're so much more than your body, and our relationship is so much more than just physical, you hear me?” He hums, keeping his voice careful and gentle yet the way he looked into your eyes left no room for discussion.

You press your face into his shoulder again, clinging to his shirt as you let the last few tears slip down your cheeks. You knew he meant it, but it was so hard to genuinely believe. “My sweet boy…” Dante sighs, placing yet another kiss against the top of your head, breathing in before pulling away, consoling you with a hand on your back. “I love you. I always will, yeah?” He mumbles against your hair, softly tugging you closer as he feels your hands tangle into his shirt - somehow you still managed to be mindful of not bunching it up too much.

He let you calm down slowly, murmuring soft words and pressing gentle kisses whereever he could reach. The moonlight softly shone into the living room, illuminating the scene in its gentle light. It took you a while to properly calm down, sniffling softly, stray tears staining Dantes shirt. “You wanna go to bed..?” The white haired mumbles, gently carding his fingers through your hair. You nod after a moment, clinging to him. He chuckles lightly, wrapping his arms around you so he could pick you up and carefully carry you to bed. “My clingy boy, hm? You're so sweet… so adorable…” Dante mumbles carefully as he laid you down, smiling as he snuggled against you, wrapping the blankets around you in the way he knew you liked.

“I love you…” you mutter softly, feeling him press a kiss against your forehead. “I love you too… get some sleep, love, mhm?” Dante responds, pressing a kiss against your forehead, letting you drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling like the happiest man in the whole world.

Vergil x feminine!Male!Reader | established relationship

Emotionally dependent reader Former demon prostitute/courtesan reader fear Of abandonment Reader: devoted, polite, gentle Fluff/ Hurt Comfort

Vergil wasn't usually this concerned about you. You were his boyfriend, indeed, but you could take care of yourself, no matter how much trouble you got yourself in with your niceness. So, he never worried about you. Not much, anyway. There was a reason you were his boyfriend, and not anyone else. Behind that facade of pure and utter gentleness was still a strong will. However, lately you had been acting… off. Vergil hadn't noticed at first - he had been a lot busier these last few days, he didn't have the time to indulge in your unimportant desires. Sex wasn't something he needed, nor wanted regularly. Not by now, anyway. He did accept that he had been… Impulsive, before.

What Vergil had noted early into your relationship, was how needy you were. You wanted to be around him most of the time, touch him in one way or another. It was important to you, he knew that. He did let you have your moments, did let you be all over him for an hour or two, but he was a busy man, always had been, and you had to deal with that. It wasn’t about Vergil being heartless, more about him having clear boundaries you just had to accept. He was a lot different from you, after all. He needed his time to himself, to think, to plan, to just rest and relax. You often seemed to dislike his habits, but you never said anything. Never even as much as shoot him a nasty glance, you always stayed calm and soft. Vergil liked that about you, you were pliant. Soft.

This evening was only slightly different. Vergil had come home late, feeling tired and defeated after having learned that yet another of his plans wouldn't work out the way he had strategised. His hair was out of place, blue eyes already zoned out as he perfected his plan. You had made dinner, grinned at him widely as he stepped through the door, doting on him the second he had shrugged off his coat. Soft kisses against his cheeks, hands brushing over his sides - he knew these signs, knew they meant that you wanted him. He let you lead him to the kitchen, ate a few bites of the rather delicious food you made. Your foot nudged his under the table, he scowled slightly. “My dear, I don't think I've got time for.. this behaviour tonight.” He hums nonchalantly, as if telling you about the weather, as if it didn't make your whole world crumble just a little more. You don't answer, simply get up, mutter something about not being hungry anymore and hide away in the bedroom.

He didn't love you. You were so sure of that now. Surely, he was too busy thinking of everything but you. That's why he always stayed in his study. That's why he came home late, and didn't even give you a kiss whenever he stepped through the door. You knew Vergil was… special, but this wasn't being special. This was him blatantly not wanting you. It hurt you, it hurt like hell. You wanted him, wanted to love him, to show him how good you could be, but he wouldn't let you. Wouldn't let you give him what you knew he surely also needed - he was a man, after all. He couldn't be that different from the other men you'd met throughout your life.

You'd learn, though, that Vergil was indeed very different. You'd snuggled into the covers of your shared bed, sniffling softly. You weren't loud, too afraid of accidentally letting the man a few doors away know you were being such a crybaby about this simple situation. Tears stained your pillow - you had half a mind to think about having to turn it to the other side once you'd try to sleep. It didn't come to that, however. What it came to, was Vergil walking in after long hours in his study, late at night. You had frozen up once the door opened, tears still running down your cheeks.

You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you - he was actually cuddling against you. Something he usually never did. Did he… think you were asleep? You felt him place soft kisses against your jaw and the back of your neck, a soft smile on his lips. “My pretty boy…” He mumbles, voice deep from exhaustion. “So damn adorable… All mine…” He continues, snuggling his face into your hair comfortably. Vergil was weirdly clingy, arms wrapped around you tightly as he pressed lazy kisses against the skin he could reach. You don't dare to move, not wanting to ruin this moment, too scared Vergil would act like nothing happened and just pull away.

You basked in the moment for a few minutes, feeling Vergil rest and breathe against you - this has probably been the closest he's ever stayed to you for this long. “...you know I love you, right…?” Vergil suddenly mumbles, pressing a kiss against your cheek. He halts, huffing. “...were you crying?” He scowls slightly. You didn't know what to answer - had he not thought you were asleep? Did he know you had been awake the whole time and still snuggled so close to you? “...sorry…” You mutter silently, wiping the remnants of your tears away in an attempt to hide them. “Why were you crying?” Vergil questions, sitting up a bit. “Just.. nothing important..” you answer, trying to dodge the question - Vergil wouldn't take it, though. “Answer me.” He huffs coldly. “... just… Sometimes it feels like.. you don't want me…” You mumble, voice so silent you almost think he didn't hear you. Vergil doesn't answer for a moment, before he sighs heavily. “... I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't… realise how much I… hurt you. I will be better in the future, I promise you.” He speaks, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “You will never cry because of me again, I promise it. I'm sorry, love.” He sighs, snuggling back against you. “I think I just… needed some time to get used to… This… but, I really do love you… Even if I dont show it that much…” You sigh in relief, pressing against him, worries lifted - or at least you know they'll be worked on from now.

Soo there's this resident evil mod.......