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M!DMC5 x Chubby Fem!Reader: You moan for them a little too loud.

themes/content warnings (MDNI - 19+ only): established relationship, smut, loud sex, body appreciation

a/n: I had this reaction in my drafts on my other blog, so using this to introduce the video game fandoms onto here. Hope you enjoy! (Someone also reminded me that heart icons (vs. emojis) were a thing so I'm having fun with that in this👀)

Dante

You were already sinking down onto his cock when your moan slipped out much louder than intended. "Dante--Dante, oh my god~♥" His head snapped back with a grin as he sinked both hands into your plush hips, lifting you just enough to bring you down on him again. "Theeerrreee we go," he muttered, breathless with delight. "That's the sound I was waiting on." You clung to his shoulders and stammered, "I--I didn't mean for it to be that loud." Dante laughed against your neck. "Sweetheart, with how perfectly you're riding me, you think I'm mad you forgot your volume?" His hands traveled over the softness of your stomach, savoring every inch before guiding you down hard on his length again.

Your thighs tensed around him as he angled his hips upward, hitting deep enough to make your voice break. "Dante--it's too much--aHh!." He groaned at the sight of your body bouncing in his lap, the jiggle of your curves driving him wild. "Baby--If you moan like that again... I'm not letting you off me until the mattress dips from how hard I fuck you." You gasped his name helplessly in response and the sound hit him like a spark. Dante pulled you flush to him, sucking a mark at your jaw. "Yeah. Just like that. Give me more." His fingers dug into your thighs as he thrust up hard enough to make the headboard shake. "Loud suits you gorgeous~♥"

Vergil

You moaned his name far louder than intended the moment he pushed into you. "Vergil--OH~" His rhythm stilled for only half a second, surprise flickering across his face. He pressed you deeper into the mattress, voice low. "You are losing control." Your breath trembled as you met his gaze. "I didn't mean to be that loud. It just... Came out." His hand slid from your waist to your hip, thumb tracing you with quiet contemplation. "Your lack of restraint is... understandable," he he said as he rolled his hips again again in a deep, precise thrust that made your thighs quake around him.

Your voice broke on his name a second time and Vergil exhaled through his teeth, grip tightening. "You feel too good to remain quiet. That much is clear." You panted, "Vergil, I'm trying--it's just--the way you're--fuck- hitting--♥!!" you couldn't get out a clear sentence. He adjusted your legs higher, sinking into the plush give of your thighs as if claiming what little space was there. "I know exactly where I am hitting, that's part's intentional." he said softly, driving in deeper until you cried out again. He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours. "If my name continues to fall from your lips..." he whispered, breath brushing your cheek, "then you will accept the consequences of being heard." His next thrust made your back arch. "And I find," he added before pausing, "that having this power over you to be well worth it."

Nero

You moaned his name loudly the moment he thrust into you, and Nero's hips jerked in surprise before he broke into a breathless laugh. "Holy shit," he panted, watching the way your body bounced under him. "You sound like that and expect me to keep it together?" You clutched his shoulders, face hot. "I didn't mean to be that loud." Nero pulled your thigh higher with his devil breaker and pushed deeper, groaning when your plush curves pressed against him. "Yeah right. That didn't sound accidental at all." His forehead dropped to your chest as he moved again, slower but deeper, savoring every second. "You feel unreal--shit."

He angled his hips and you moaned again, louder, and Nero froze for half a breath before thrusting harder. "You're trying to get me in trouble," he muttered, though his grin said he wanted more. "Nero, you're the one making me--Mm! ♥--loud," you gasped, and he cursed softly, gripping your waist tight as your breasts lifted with every movement. "You keep moaning like that," he said, voice cracking with frustration, "and I'm gonna start losing whatever restraint I thought I had." Another moan spilled from you and he shuddered against your throat. "Fuuuck--don't do that. I'm already fighting the urge to let more of my power slip." His lips brushed your ear, breath shaking. "Keep it up and I'll stop trying so hard to hold myself back."

V

You moaned loudly the moment his hips met yours, V's cock sliding deep inside you as your voice cracked. "V please--aHhh--oh fuck ♥--" His rhythm faltered and his lashes lifted, eyes darkening as he took in the sound and the way your soft body trembled beneath him. "My love," he said quietly, breath unsteady, "you do not realize the effect your voice has." You flushed and whispered, "I didn't mean to..." V's fingers traced the plush crease of your hip, studying the way your curves shifted and adapted around him. "Then allow me to be clear," he murmured, rolling into you again with a slow stroke. "I am not asking for silence. I am asking for honesty in every sound you give me."

Your next moan rose without warning as he adjusted his angle, hitting deep enough to make your thighs shake around him. V's breath caught, his composure slipping as he watched your body ripple with every inch he gave. "Beautiful," he whispered, holding back a groan. "You unravel so easily for me." You clung to him, panting, "V, it too good--I can't hold it--iIIIiin!~♥." He leaned down, lips brushing your cheek, his body pressing you deeper into the mattress. "Then do not hold anything back," he murmured, thrusting again, harder this time. Your loud cry made a shaky groan finally escape him. "Let the world hear," he whispered. "Let them know how exquisitely you respond to my touch." His fingers tightened on your thighs, pulling you open for him. "Give me your voice. All of it."

a/n: Typically when working with smaller casts, I'll write more to compensate ._. what for I don't know, but it feels warranted.

Also not joking when I say those under 18 will be blocked if they interact with this.

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{R} [DMC Reactions] S/O Sacrifice Scramble

AN: No, thank you! For supporting my angsty ass during my days of procrastination and getting my life together, lmao! That is an interesting idea! So... let’s take the same scenarios from the original reaction post... and just replace the s/o with another character’s s/o! :3

Let’s be honest... it’s not gonna be a happy affair! And given how the DMC universe is... it’s highly likely something like this would happen.

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Dante

Gets saved by Vergil’s S/O

He’d needed an expert with him on a job when it happened. His usual carelessness had gotten a loved one killed. 

Dante cried in agony as your head rolled away, remembering how he’d promised his older brother that he’d bring you back safe and sound. 

How Vergil had promised Dante a slow painful death if anything happened to you. How Dante had agreed that if anything happened, he would let Vergil kill him. 

He didn’t know what to do, going into a full blown demonic rage and butchering the demon that killed you. 

All he could think to do after was to bring your body back to Vergil. 

The moment Dante returned, the roar of his motorcycle the telltale sign of his return, Vergil had practically flown through the shop front doors. His face didn’t show it, but his heart leapt in joy at your return, longing to hold you in his arms after a time apart.  

Upon seeing only Dante standing in the dark, tears in his eyes and a white bundle in his arms, Vergil paused, his mind quickly connecting two and two together. “Y/N?” Vergil asked for you, his lips twitching to fight a frown. When Dante only met his twin’s eyes and tearfully looked away, Vergil took a step back. “No.” He denied, eyes shifting to stare at the human sized bundle in Dante’s arms, “She can’t have…” 

“I’m sorry, Vergil.” Dante tried to apologize, but his brother practically snarled in denial. 

But little by little, Vergil’s mask crumbled when a hand fell out of the bundle. Your hand. Your wedding ring. You. Unmoving.

A sob escaped Vergil’s lips before he could stop it, and his legs suddenly gave way as he could only stare in despair. You’d loved him during his darkest time, and gotten him through it. And you were dead. 

Was this karma for all the harm that he’d done in the past? Was this the world taking its revenge against him for nearly bringing the end of humanity two times?You were supposed to be his redemption. His salvation. That you were gone… did that mean he was damned for all eternity? That he was destined to stand alone forever.

He’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but now that was a distant dream.

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Vergil

Get’s saved by Dante’s S/O

“Gah! Fecking hell, Vergil!” You screamed, practically diving into the swarm that your brother-in-law had sprinted into. From behind, you could hear Dante calling for you to let Vergil do his thing. But from his position on the cliff below, he couldn’t see the number of demons that awaited his twin.

They’d finally started to have some semblance of a non-toxic relationship again, and you were damned if you would just let Vergil get himself killed.

Dante had only just gotten his brother back, and it made you happy that the brothers had started to mend their relationship. If anything were to happen to either brother, you were sure that their relationship would have been set back by a great deal. And with how much you loved Dante, you couldn’t allow anything to happen to the only surviving member of his family.

That was why you threw yourself in front of a fireball, suffering through burns in order to protect a man that was usually frigid in demeanor despite his turning over a new leaf. And the pain was unbearable, your skin melting and clothes burning. You were only able to verify that Vergil was unharmed before you collapsed into his arms unconscious.

Vergil knew that he was a class A jerk to you, so he was surprised that you, someone who only held a small fraction of demonic blood, would throw yourself in the way of an attack that might have left him incapacitated, but not too severely injured.

He caught your falling body as it fell in front of him, surprise flickering on his face for a brief moment before he schooled his expression.

The demon that had burned you so badly shook in fear at the icy malice on Vergil’s face after he’d laid you on the ground and covered your damaged body with his coat.

“Y/N is precious to someone important to me. I hope you’re ready to suffer through a slow and painful death.” Vergil hissed, unsheathing the Yamato with a deadly ring of metal.

After the demon had been dealt with, Vergil calmly picked your body up from the ground, noting that you were still alive. With the still unsheathed Yamato, Vergil quickly opened a portal back to Devil May Cry, where he gave Dante the scare of his life by immediately barking out instructions on how to treat your wounds.

After you had been treated and left to rest, Vergil would break the news to Dante like ripping off a band aid. “She saved me from an attack.” Vergil saw the punch coming at him, but didn’t move, letting his younger twin land a strike to his face.

“Next time, you better be the one looking after her.” Dante growled, clenching and unclenching his fist, beyond furious that Vergil had been so negligent as to let you get hurt.

Knowing that there would be a next time because of your stubbornness, Vergil nodded. “Next time, I’ll look after her.”

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Nero

Get’s saved by V’s S/O

As loathe as Nero was to have to take you along on a hunt, he didn’t quite have the balls to defy you when it was your fiance’s life on the line

A few days prior, several demons had appeared to attack V, vowing revenge on the Sons of Sparda, blah blah blah, like you hadn’t heard that reason half a million times.

Due to having been a part of Vergil, V’s continued existence was sustained through absorbing demonic energy, much to your surprise and confusion on how that would work in the first place.

During the attack, V had been alone except for his demon contracts, Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare. Normally, this wouldn’t have been much of a challenge for the four of them, but V had been severely weakened after Vergil ‘resurrected.’

Not only did the attacking demons manage to severely wound V, they had also taken it upon themselves to steal V’s demonic power. The only thing sustaining V was his contracts with Shadow and Nightmare. Griffon had decided to forge a contract with you in order to help. Now, you and Nero were racing against the clock to kill the demon that housed V’s power.

Despite not having an upraising involving combat, you held your own whenever demons appeared, brandishing V’s cane and a rifle borrowed from Lady.

“A Bride on a Mission” Griffon had called you after you struck down a demon with no mercy.

Despite being able to hold your own, you were under no illusion that you could kill the demon that had assaulted your fiance and left him for dead. So, when you saw Nero getting backed into a corner, still reluctant to use his Devil Trigger, you commanded Griffon to give you a boost, sending you soaring towards Nero.

Though you stuck the landing wrong, earning you a twisted ankle, you’d managed to blast through part of the horde. You didn’t get to celebrate your victory much, when you felt the painful end of a horn dig into your stomach and send you tumbling backwards.

“Y/N!” Nero cried out in alarm.

Now, normally, you tried not to curse... but laying on your back with a hole in your abdomen, you couldn’t help but let out a swear, “Fuck!”

The demon that had stolen your fiance’s power had come out to play, and you were pretty much down for the count. Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on an elbow and aimed with your rifle. “Heh, I’m not dead yet, you fucker.”

Nero, meanwhile, had finally started to take the fight seriously, blasting through the rest of the demon horde before advancing on the bastardization of a bull demon that had attacked you when he wasn’t looking. “Hey! Do you know how much trouble I’m in now that you’ve poked a hole into my friend’s fiance?!”

The banter was a front. Nero was scared shitless that he’d have to bury another friend and break the news to V... who might just find a way to kill him for not looking after you.

Activating his Devil Trigger for the sake of killing the beast, Nero followed the battle up with picking up the crystallized demonic energy embedded in the bull demon’s horn before using his Devil Trigger to get you to a hospital.

Somehow, between getting checked into the hospital, and waking up from surgery, Griffon had left you to return to V, who found out about what had happened and immediately brought himself to the hospital to yell at Nero and look after you.

When you woke up, V sat in a chair beside your bed, one hand holding yours and another holding a book. Seeing you awake, V set the book down and gently chided you after making sure you were okay. “Please, Y/N... Don’t do that again. I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”

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V

Get’s saved by Nero’s S/O

For the sake of this request, we’ll say that Nero’s S/O is different from Kyrie (even if it’s the canon pairing >.>, The reason why I have to clarify... well, that’s a story for another time)

V had long since retired from hunting demons, instead, investing his newly mortal life in learning about the world with the help of you, Nero, and Kyrie.

He was only a month old when he’d assisted in defeating Urizen, and had barely grasps the basic human mannerisms and fundamentals. Like the use of money, or the fact that a bullet to the head would kill him, or your personal favorite, that he had to consume food for survival. Truly, when Nero first introduced you to V, you thought him to be a child.

Though, the first thing you did after meeting him had been to take him clothes shopping. Sure, it was summer, but once the colder seasons rolled in, you were sure that V would need proper shirts instead of... the trench coat corset thing? You’re amazed the thing didn’t come apart during his battles.

There were a few times that V was forced to fight demons, either to absorb their demonic energy in order to extend his life, or to beat off random assaults from demons that swear revenge upon the Sons of Sparda. These times were increasingly annoying for the young man, as he’d long since separated himself from Vergil.

Most of the times that he’d get attacked were during his walks in the streets of Fortuna. It was a beautiful town with old architecture, so V often found himself observing the towering structures.

One day, you decided to accompany V on one of his strolls, taking a sketchbook along just in case you found another spot to stop and sketch while V took his time looking at the building designs.

It is unfortunate, then, that while the two of you were doing just that, Shadow popped out of the ground beneath you, growling in warning as several demons decided to claw out of the ground around you.

Despite having V, Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare with you, your group was quickly overwhelmed by attacks from all sides. You’d never had to fight in your life, and by not having a weapon on you, you were just a burdening presence. That didn’t stop you from calling out enemy presence in the street and slapping bitches with your sketchbook, mind you. You were unprepared and untrained, but damn it you weren’t going to be a useless damsel.

This was foolhardy of you, taking on demons despite the fact that V probably had it all handled... especially the fact that V had asked you to stay back from the demons. You didn’t listen to your fiance’s friend, and so when you’d taken a shot at one of the downed demons, raising an arm up to slap the mofo, you suddenly felt pain, and heard a thump to the floor. The blood that trickled down your arm brought your attention to the fact that you were now missing your non dominant hand.

“Fucking hell!” you screamed, wanting to panic and flail around as V quickly took care of the remaining demons before hobbling on unsteady feat towards you, unbuckling his belt to tie it around your bleeding arm.

“Y/N...” V called your name as he applied the make shift tourniquet, “Y/N, which way is the hospital? We need to get you to the hospital soon, or you really will lose your arm.”

The two of you sprinted with as much haste as possible to the hospital, you trying not to scream in panic, and V, trying not to imagine your fiance’s ire as he held your severed arm.

The minute you entered the surgery room, Nero arrived on scene at the hospital, and practically accosted V, “What the hell, V! Y/N’s not a demon hunter! You’re supposed to protect them!”

V, already feeling guilty for being unable to protect you, winced and responded with a calm voice, “I should have had Shadow escort them away, that was my mistake. But your fiance is as stubborn as you, Nero. They wanted to help... and now they may lose their arm... or not. You did regrow your arm after all.”

Brain running a mile a minute and having already decided that he should now at the very least teach you some basic defense, Nero growled, “That’s not a normal thing humans can do, V. I know you’re still getting used to being a real boy and all, but...” Nero simply sighed tiredly. “Just... make sure you watch their back when you’re with them, okay? We were lucky that they’re not half dead.”

Hours later, your arm was reattached, but you made stump jokes that made Nero simultaneously want to kiss you and slam his face in the wall.

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[sakkajagga]

Dante

    He is actually very amused by it.  Your ironically good-bad luck becomes a huge source of entertainment for him.  He never lets it get to a point that you could be seriously injured, but Dante often lets things play out just to see what absurdity you get up to this time around.

    He’s frankly just impressed how you can just barely evade being almost killed in one strike, to go straight to tripping over a rock and spraining your ankle in the same moment.

Nero

    So.  Stressed.  Constantly.

    No matter how many times your odd luck gets you right out of the trouble you get yourself into, he still can’t shake the undying fear that this will be that time you don’t walk away from it.  It leads to him “saving” you a lot, despite how many times you may tell him that you’re fine and you can take care of yourself.

    It seriously knocks several years off his life each time you narrowly escape death only to turn around and get hurt in some other minuscule way right after.

V

    He is seriously this close to bubble wrapping you.  And he thought he had bad luck…

    Seeing you obliviously walk through, and out of danger and only realizing after the fact that you could have been killed is endearing in its own way.  But that does not lessen his own worries that one day he’s not going to be around to help out when you truly need it.

    V tries to curb this fear by discreetly having Shadow or Griffin accompany you as much as possible.  Whether or not you know what he’s doing is of little consequence to him, so long as you’re safe at the end of the day.

Vergil

    It baffles him.  At one point, he’s convinced you’re actually doing it on purpose.  It’s not until he brings up a latest incident that you’re honestly clueless about that he realizes it’s all just been your luck this entire time.  It’s been your luck that aided you in avoiding being beheaded by falling into a poorly covered pit--that just happened to be swarming with Empusa.  It’s been your luck that kept chunks of flaming pieces of building from crushing you into a charred crisp that resulted in your hair being singed and putting you in a sour mood about it.

    Realizing this makes him pay more attention to you, honestly; keeping an eye out for moments he should actually intervene.  But he’s not going to tell you that.

[staying-soft-reactions]

That DMC reaction you did was STEAMYYYY my lordy 😍 To bring the temp down, what if reader attempted to cook for them and it went hella badly? Interpret that how you wish, thx! ✌️

M!DMC5 x Chubby Fem!Reader: You cook for them but it goes... poorly.

themes (MDNI - 19+ only): established relationship, cooking mishaps, humor, recognized effort, teasing, soft moments in chaos

featuring: dante, vergil, nero, v

a/n:  This request made me giggle so much to myself as I recalled the days when I couldn't cook to save myself (besides for eggs). Hope you enjoy!

Dante

The smoke alarm went off and Dante showed up in the doorway with Ebony drawn, his hair still damp from the shower and looked at the kitchen. The skillet was smoking, marinara had splattered up wall, and you were holding a spatula. He holstered the gun. "Okaaaay, not under attack... well, not in a blood and guts kind of way at least." You pointed the spatula at him as he picked up the pasta box, flipped it over, reading the back. "Don't say another word Dante or I swear--" you started, but sis mouth was already twitching. "Sweetheart. It says boil water. Step one. What happened to step one?"

"I was doing the sauce from scratch and wanted to cook the pasta in that, but the burner was too high and then the noodles stuck because I forgot to stir and then--then everything just--" You gestured at the room. He took the spatula out of your hand, tossed it in the sink. "Here's the new plan: You sit, I order from that place on fifth that you like, and tomorrow I'll teach you how to boil water." You sat, arms crossed. "I just wanted to do something nice for you," you grumbled. He leaned over the back of the couch, close, grinning upside down. "You did. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks." You grabbed the nearest throw pillow and swung it directly into his face. He let it connect while still laughing as he pulled out his phone for takeout.

Vergil

You heard the footsteps stop at the edge of the tile. The silence lasted longer than anything he could have said. You kept your back to him and stared at the pot, where the rice had fused into a solid mass. The vegetables had gone gray. The chicken pink in the center. "You did not use a thermometer," Vergil said plainly. "I don't own a thermometer." Another silence. "Move." He was already rolling his sleeves to the elbow. You stepped aside and he examined the chicken like it was a bomb. "This could have made you ill."

He set the chicken aside, rescued the vegetables into a second pan, and started fresh rice. You leaned on the counter and watched. "I was trying to surprise you." He didn't look up. "And you succeeded. Though I admit to feeling more concerned about how you've been feeding yourself as of late..." You laughed before you could help it, and you could see the corners of his lips rise, though you knew he would never admit to smiling. Instead he snapped his fingers to get your attention. "Look closely, I need to make sure you don't recreate the same mistakes when I'm away."

Nero

The fire was small. You wanted to emphasize that. Very small, very manageable and already mostly handled with a damp towel by the time Nero kicked the front door open with a bag of Devil Breaker parts under one arm and Red Queen in the other. "Dammit Nero, I'm fine!" He dropped everything on the floor and rounded the corner to find you fanning smoke from the oven, apron streaked with flour and what might have been egg. The baking sheet held what was once stuffed peppers, although now they looked stuffed pieces of charcoal. He stared at them then at you before pressed both palms over his face and dragged them down.

"You can't crank the oven to five hundred because you want it to go faster. That's not how it works!" he explained for the umpteenth time this month. "Well it should be how it works." you shrugged. "But it's not." he countered. "Design flaw." you rationalized. The frustration on his face was already crumbling. "Stop smiling jerk," you said. "I'm not smiling." You rolled your eyes, "Bullshit." He lost it, laughing hard enough to brace a hand on the counter, and you threw the dish towel at him. He caught it without looking. "Okay, come on. You're chopping, I'm doing everything else.--Honestly, I should get Nico so child lock the oven dial from you." You hip-checked him on the way to the cutting board. He bumped you right back, already reaching for a fresh pepper.

V

He found you laying down on the kitchen floor. Not out of despair, exactly, but because the floor felt like the most comfortable place to be after what you did to the soup. The pot on the stove held something the color and consistency of swamp water. Griffon had already weighed in from the top of the refrigerator. At length. Shadow sniffed the pot and left the room. "The fuck--Even the cat rejected it!" you whined, curling into yourself. "I followed the recipe exactly." Griffon opened his beak to state the facts but was quickly interrupted by V, "--No."

He crossed the kitchen, avoided the broth puddle near the stove, and lowered himself to the floor beside you. He stretched his legs out and opened his book like this was a well established routine. "You're not going to say anything?" you asked. He turned a page. "What would you have me say?" he questioned. "That it smells terrible. That I should never go near a stove." He looked at you. "You cooked something for me. The fact it turned inedible is beside the point." You sat up and dropped your head against his shoulder. "It's really bad, V." He chucked, nodding his head lightly. "It is genuinely terrible," he agreed without hesitation. "Shall we order something and pretend this never happened?"

[sakkajagga]

Hey Sakkajagga who would the DMC trio of guys react to an s/o or friend that just lost a cat that was practically like a son to them? I just lost my chaotic baby boy and got his ashes back today and sent a flood of tears back to me, I really miss him and it feels like a piece of heart is missing for him ;-;

T^T i’m so sorry to hear this, but i am glad to see that it sounds like you were at least able to have some closure with his loss. most losing-cat-stories i’ve heard end with the poor baby never being seen again;;;  and by trio i’m assuming you mean Dante, Vergil, and Nero?  so i hope you don’t mind that i add V in just to be sure!

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Dante

Like with his own problems, he tries to cover everything in nonchalant humor

Doesn’t invalidate your sadness, but rather tries to distract you from it

Food, hunting down demons, motorcycle rides--anything fun that he knows for a fact you enjoy; he tries using it to help

In the end, if you really need to cry or vent, he’s not going to stop you.  He’ll sit with you and listen, he’ll talk if you want him to; but he worries he may be a bit too matter of fact with any advice he may offer you, hence why he prefers distractions

Nero

Immediately offers his shoulder to cry-it-out on

Firm believer in ‘getting it out’ so he’ll encourage you to lean on him as much as you need to--prefers that, honestly.  It makes him feel good that you rely on him.

Will keep an arm around you at all times; whether around your shoulders or actually holding you depends on what you need in the moment

Will sit with you as long as you want him to, no matter what

V

The most empathetic to this specific plight

Good at controlling his despair at seeing you so devastated, for your sake

Holds your hands as he listens to you, and as he speaks to remind you that your heart is full of love and memories

Advises to remember all the things that made you happy, and to not discredit the peace your cat is at now

Vergil

Like with most things, he won’t out-right say much of anything.

Normally he might think you’re being dramatic, but because he understands just how important and how much you loved your cat, he relents.

Is there for you in the form of presence--his go-to for when he is not wholly certain on what he should say, but will do his best to keep you calm

May actually take a tactile approach to comfort you, depending on how close you are