July 7 is 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆, a movement dedicated to promoting peace and reconciliation. Several of Richard's chaRActers know about making amends in order to achieve redemption. Guy of Gisborne joins Robin and their half brother to topple the evil Sheriff and Isabella before finding peace in his final moments. Likewise, Thorin overcomes his dragon sickness and seeks Bilbo's and the Company's forgiveness before he meets his end.
This can be read as a standalone but is set in my series. For backstory, ‘You’ know an older/different Dante, and have been sent through universes and have met the anime one. You know alot about Dante’s life, and how to *cough* Pull That Devil Trigger!!
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You’re watching him out of the corner of your eye. You hide it well but Dante knows you’re always watching, his senses are enhanced and he’s always watching you, most of the time anyway. He’s curious, your backstory strange and unbelievable, but somehow you have the knowledge to back it up. You do know him, some other version of him. He’d never met you before the other day, but you clearly know too much about him.
“Thinking about charging for the view,” Dante hums as he stretches on his office chair, pulling his arms up behind his head and making the hem of his shirt ride up. He knows that your eyes are going to dart straight to that small, exposed sliver of skin and that you’re going to stare at it like you want to devour him. He wants you to. You’re reluctant but he knows he can wear you down, he knows you’d be able to rock his world.
Your eyes dart away at his words but there’s no embarrassment in your gaze, you just chuckle. “You can’t handle me, Cowboy.”
Dante flexes his shoulders and rocks his hips slowly, your eyes snapping back to him. “You’re just a human,” he muses, “and I’m a strong, invulnerable half-devil. I can handle anything you throw at me.”
You shake your head. “Five minutes with me and you’d be making a mess of your pants.”
“Doubt it,” he taunts back, but he’s not actually sure. He doesn’t have that much experience, and you definitely do.
You sigh. “You’re not gonna give up on this, are you Dante? I told you, I don’t want to fuck you up by doing this with you, but, if you’re not going to let it go, then fine, you can have a taste.”
“Jackpot,” Dante grins but there’s something dark and hungry in your gaze that makes his smile falter. You walk over to him, hips swinging and Dante swallows heavily. He plants the legs of his chair back on the ground and pulls away from his desk, tapping his fingers on his lap with a growing, smug excitement.
You straddle him, sinking straight down into his lap like you belong there. Your palms press against his chest for support as you settle against him. You’re so fucking warm and even though you’re hiding it well, his enhanced senses pick up the slowly rising beat of your heart. His hands move to grip at your hips and hold you steady.
“Is this alright?” you ask, voice soft and full of something warm and comforting.
Dante nods, eyes flicking between your face slightly above his and your chest, perfectly positioned at eye level. “More than okay Sweetheart.”
You give a small sigh and then reach out, hooking your pointer finger just underneath his chin. You pull his face up, making his eyes meet yours. Your eyes are dark and full of desire.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask softly, eyes fixed on his lips.
Dante nods eagerly. “Mhmm.”
You kiss him, softly at first, a warm press of lips against lips. You move carefully, easing him into the heat of your body before you start deepening the kiss. You lick across his lips and he opens up, eager for a taste. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, rubbing against his. He pushes against you, trying to deepen the kiss in his own way. You bite down on his tongue to stop him and he gasps, pulling back.
Your fingers are on his chin, digging into his skin as you direct his head. You pull him to the side, dragging your lips across his jaw. You kiss him, biting and twisting suddenly too sensitive skin between your teeth from his lips all the way to his ear. Heat pricks at the base of Dante’s neck as arousal begins to swell in his blood.
“You smell so good,” you whisper, lips pressed to his skin. “You always smell so good.” You lick him, warm saliva cooling against his cheek. “Good enough to eat.”
Dante’s breath leaves his lungs in a rush. He hears you chuckle and then your hand is suddenly in his hair. Your nails prick at his scalp as you kiss him again, lips rough as you wrench his head back and take control.
Dante is at your mercy, head held still while you kiss him like you’re trying to devour him. He wants you to. He tries to chase your lips when you pull away but you yank him back by the hair. He wants more and growls his reluctance as prickling pain washes down his spine.
“Don’t you growl at me,” you scold him, nails digging into the back of his neck. “If you don’t behave then I’m going to need to punish you, Dante,” you purr, lips moving by his ear. “Bad boys get spanked, and you don’t want that, do you?”
A half growl, half moan leaves Dante’s throat. He does want that, not right now, but he wants it, he wants everything you’re willing to give him.
You bite down on his earlobe hard and he shudders, the pain searing. “Bad boys get spanked and naughty boys get their asses fucked. So behave.”
Dante’s eyes flutter shut. Oh fuck he wants it. His head is swimming, thick with arousal and submission. All you’ve done is speak to him and barely touched him, and it’s too much. He’s suddenly too hot, an overwhelming heat radiating from his body, he wants his clothes off. Your hips lower slightly, brushing the bulge of his erection in his tight pants. He groans as you ride him for a moment, then whines when you pull away.
“Good boy Dante,” you praise, “you’re almost there. Just a little bit more.” You kiss at his jaw as your words throb through his cock. You kiss down his neck, biting for emphasis. You tug on his hair, guiding his skull in every direction, pulling the skin of his neck tight so you can suck deep marks into it. Your tongue brushes over his frantic pulse and his breathing quickens, the heat of arousal and <i>something else</i> rising behind his eyes.
“You’re being so good,” you whisper, praising while Dante swallows heavily. “You’re behaving, I knew you would. Your heart is beating so fast.” You lick his pulse to emphasise your words. “What are you thinking about?”
“Y-you,” he stammers.
“Be more specific,” you chuckle, the sound taunting him as you bite at his neck. He tries to speak but your hand moves to his throat. Your grip tightens, pressing, not cutting off his air but hinting that you could.
His devil craves it with a deep, throaty whine that echoes from deep within his chest.
“You’d let me do absolutely anything, wouldn’t you?”
Dante nods, hips bucking, desperately trying to get friction. His pants are so damn tight, the ache of his cock dividing his attention.
You rock your hips downwards and he groans, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He can feel your heat even through too many layers of clothing, maybe he’s just imagining it but he doesn’t care. He wants to take control, to push you down and take what he needs, but your hand in his hair stops him, your grip on his throat makes his devil quiver in anticipation instead, wondering what you might do.
“Ah, there we go,” you purr, rocking against him. You don’t remove your hips this time, you grind down on him instead. Dante groans, the friction and heat on his cock forcing his hips to buck.
You shift your grip on him, the hand on the base of his skull moving to the back of his shoulder. You dig your nails in, pressing hard enough through his shirt that he thinks you might be drawing blood. He likes it. He wants more. You squeeze gently at his throat, cutting off his air for a single, desperate moment before your fingers brush across his jaw to just behind his ear. You yank his head to the back and side, stretching out his neck.
You lean down and start licking over the spot where his shoulder meets his throat. He shivers, it’s sensitive there, so much more sensitive than it should be. You’re grinding against his cock and the heat and pressure is addictive. He wants more, but he doesn’t want to push you, he wants to see what you’re going to do.
“Don’t fight it Dante,” you urge him, voice clear with intent.
He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to not fight, but he can’t nod his head to respond so he just exhales sharply instead.
You press your lips to his skin and then your teeth, adjusting the angle until his whole body starts tingling with a sudden, desperate heat. You grind down roughly, hips pushing against his bulge. Dante presses up into the friction with a groan. Your nails dig hard into the wounds on his shoulder, the pain somehow only making his cock harder, throbbing with need. You bite down hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to take a chunk out of his shoulder. Dante shouts, the pain giving way to a searing, desperate pleasure as his vision fades to a sparking, all consuming white and his entire body erupts with electricity, cock spurting uncontrollably in his pants.
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