Nightmares with Dante
ѕυммαяу: you have a nightmare and go to Dante for comfort.
α/η: I had alotttaaaaa fun making this!! It’s my first ever one shot too so I hope it’s ok. I don’t know which game/show this is based off of though, maybe you guys could help identify that in the comments? (If it’s even Dante coated at all) I hope you enjoy!
PS: I AM WORKING ON REQUESTS PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THE WAITTTT!!
Word count: 1075
You wake up in a cold sweat. Your eyes are wide and you’re breathing heavily. You don’t even realize you’re sitting straight up from your bed and trembling. You try and relax a bit, attempting to convince yourself it was just a dream.
“It’s not real, it’s not real..”
you whisper.
You manage to lay back down, but you’re still alert. You couldn’t go back to sleep. Not after that dream. You sigh to yourself, thinking about your options. What could help you calm down? You could try to comfort yourself, but why not get it from someone else? That always helps, yeah? You grab your phone, scrolling through your contacts. Mom.. she’s definitely not answering the phone this late..
your boss? Hell no..
Dante. “Huh..” You say to yourself.
Going to Dante for comfort? This really isn’t the best decision, is it? But.. it’s looking really promising. Your finger hovers over the call button. For some reason, you’re nervous. You grab a pillow and put it to your chest. “He’s not even gonna answer..”
Ring. Ring.
You hear a sleepy groan.
Your eyes widen. He actually answered?!?
“Uh.. Dante? You up?” You sounded startled and it was noticeable.
“Need me?” He mumbled in a cheeky but slurred tone.
You roll your eyes. This was a mistake..
“..in a way. ..could I come over?” Rethinking what you just said, you know you just set yourself up, But what’s said is done..
You could hear his smirk through the phone.
“How could I say no when you sound so desperate? Please, be my guest sweetheart.” He didn’t sound so sleepy now, but you can tell he just woke up. His voice was deeper than usually, not to mention gruff. You could hear him shuffling in his sheets.
“Not like that, freak. I just.. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“I gotcha, don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head.” He cooed.
‘How does one wake up ready to tease..’ you thought to yourself.
“I’ll be there in 5.” You hang up, not wanting to hear any more of his flirts. You start to get up and realize you’re already feeling better. You smile to yourself, then shake your head. ‘The hell is wrong with me..’
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You stand at his door uncertain. “Should I really even be here..?”
Regardless of your question, you knock anyway. You wait a few, but no one answers.
“The hell??”
You call Dante, only to find out he fell asleep waiting for you. He rushes to open the door. When the doors opened, your eyes land on a shirtless, disheveled Dante. He rubs his eyes with one hand, the other holding the door open for you.
“Thanks I guess.” You grumbled.
“You know that wasn’t on purpose, right? You took too long!” He accused.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“For someone who claims they needed me, you seem perfectly fine..” he retorted grumpily.
“You know what? You’re right. There was no point in coming anyway.” You agreed, somewhat bothered. Why did you still come over even though you knew you felt better?
He stared at you for a moment.
“What?”
“Nothin.” He plopped down on his couch, sinking into it.
You look around, feeling your ears burn up. Why did you just freak out like that? You slowly make your way to Dante.
“Sorry. I’m just..-“
“Don’t sweat it. Come sit.”
He pats his lap with a smirk.
You sit next to him. He pouts.
“Awh why not sit here? You said you needed me. I’m right here, love” He nagged.
You make an effort to scoot away, but he put his arm around your shoulders, making you halt.
“Don’t run now. You need me, yeah?”
“I already told you it’s not like that. I.. I just..” your head starts to fall.
With that, he backs off.
“..didn’t mean to push. Mind telling me what’s keeping you up?” You put your legs up to your chest.
“..bad dream.” You murmur.
“So.. you’re just cranky? I can help with that.” He declares.
“You think?” You questioned.
“Don’t sound so surprised. You called me remember?” He grinned.
“It sure would help if you’d come closer. I’m not sick, I promise.”
You huffed a laugh and started to move closer. Before you could move closer, he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
You squeal.
“Goddamn! You could’ve warned me!” You exclaimed.
“Now you know me better than that. What made you think I would’ve told you?” He gets up, taking you two to his room. You didn’t even try to put up a struggle. What’s the point when your opponent is Dante? You just sigh and let him do whatever. But now you’re more aware of his shirtless torso.
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You sit on his bed and Dante looks at you from the floor.
“I really can’t lay on my own bed? It’s mine, y’know.” You felt weird sharing a bed with him. I mean, he’s a shirtless man. You should be into it but.. you were getting shy.
“..how bad do you want it?”
“Real bad, baby.” He flirts.
He makes everything good the worst way.
“Just cmon.” You just know you’re gonna regret this. You don’t watch him get on the bed as you lay back, which is a mistake. He jumps on you, making you let out a grunt.
“Do you like to hear me struggle?”
“It’s music to my ears.”
“Are you going to move?”
“Not in a million years.”
You sigh and accept your fate. ‘I might as well get comfortable..’ you think to yourself. You slightly wrap your legs around his hips.
“This is ok, right?” You quietly ask.
“Mhm. Feels realll nice too.” He muttered.
“Do you really have to lay on me? You know you’re not light. Like at all.” You complain.
“Yeah yeah, quit your bitching.” He moves to lay on his side, bringing you with him.
“This ok, right?” He copies.
You pinch him on his arm as he chuckles to himself.
“You look a lil sleepy. You feelin better now?” He says as he puts his hand on your waist, rubbing soothingly. You close your eyes as a reply. He finally lets the silence in and you can feel yourself losing consciousness. Before you completely fall asleep, you can feel him pulling you closer, until your face is in his chest.
“Thank you, Dante.” You say as you finally go to sleep.
