hi honeyyyyyy idk how much you know about dante so you don’t have to answer this for him but how do u think somno would go with him 👁️👁️
hiii my beloveddd, i know about dante that he loves u very muchly!!!!
i think, he would love to spoon you, to cuddle you, to watch you sleep so sweetly in his arms. you're such an angel, his angel. and yet, he can't help himself. he wants to bother you, tease you just a bit, to see your face flush, even when deep in slumber.
so, maybe one of his hands travels low, carefully reaching between your legs, resting there for a moment and feeling your warmth before letting his fingers trail over you, over your clothes. all to watch you squirm just the tiniest bit. and that only makes him want to do more. so, his hand slips into your clothes, into your panties. fingers caress your clit, sliding through your folds, so so slowly, making sure to not wake you up, to not disturb you too much.
but then, you whimper his name in your sleep, and he gets overwhelmed himself, rubbing himself against you from behind while his fingers circle around your clit, rubbing you just the way you like it, and he knows it very well. fingertips hovering over your entrance, he feels how you squeeze around nothing, and he doesn't push his fingers into you, he'd rather properly fill you up. especially after you come onto his fingers, throbbing against the pads of his fingers. especially when you wake up confused and gasping. and he's going to make you forget everything else but him now
dante x f!reader. established relationship. reader is wearing lip gloss.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”
Standing with your knees slightly bent in order to best see your reflection in the small mirror of your vanity, you do your best to ignore the sweet talking coming from your bed. It’s occupied by Dante, the man who has made it his very own home away from, well, the rest of your home. He’s spread across your sheets, clad in nothing but a pair of underwear hugging his thighs, with his hands behind his head.
“Says the one who is, like, almost entirely nude and in bed,” you shoot back, keeping your eyes affixed to your reflection in the mirror, swiping a sticky lipgloss laden wand over your lips.
If you look at what’s behind your back, you’ll probably no-show your plans. Your friends already give you a hard enough time for spending basically all of the hours you have attached to this man to some extent. It’s not that you want to take a night off from such things, certainly not, but how can he possibly miss you if you don’t ever leave?
Unfortunately, you have a feeling his current little act is all a means to get you to stay. Call it a hunch or simply having very intimate knowledge of how the love of your life works.
Groaning, he turns on the bed and makes his way to the edge, standing with a stretch. Sighing, you stick the wand of your gloss back into the tube, sealing it tightly, keeping your face forward. You are strong. You are resolute. You won’t be defeated.
Even if he’s currently sliding his arm around your waist, his large hand splaying over your torso to keep your back held against his front, leaving you fully enveloped, engulfed, and enamored.
“Dante,” you warn, tilting your head upward only to be met by the brush of his lips against your forehead and his soft, charmingly overgrown hair falling against your face. You shut your eyes, pursing your lips slightly as he pulls you tighter against him, his arm now entirely wrapped around you.
“Sweetheart,” he responds, never missing a beat.
The two of you are too alike for either of your own good, matching word for word, temptation for temptation like the perfect fit that you are.
“Look at me.”
You do as commanded, failing to maintain even the slightest facade of annoyance when you meet his hungry eyes that twinkle amusedly. Are you truly so easy that all it takes is a pair of blue eyes devouring you in a single glance to get you to drop your guard?
Clearly, considering you turn in his arms to fully face him and reach up to brush his hair out of his face.
“Baby, please. You are going to make me late and then I’ll never hear the end of it,” you plead with him even if your head swims and your heart desires nothing more than whatever is going to happen next, those pesky dinner reservations you made days ago seeming like a burden rather than a blessing in this very moment.
He frowns, bending at the waist to close the distance between your faces, his forehead pressed against yours.
“Let me have just a little taste, alright?”
Urgently, you begin to protest yet it proves to be futile, the entirety of your argument swallowed by his lips that claim yours, all of that hunger in his eyes doubled in his kiss. There’s no doubt he knows exactly what he’s doing, groaning and grunting against your mouth, his hands clutching and holding and feeling you like it could very well be the last time.
He’s so dramatic, you think in the back of your hazy mind. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, now would you?
Satisfied, he finishes kissing you with a wet smack, backing away from your face to catch his breath, the scruffy facial hair covering his strong, handsome jaw covered in a shimmer that the lights of your vanity catch. Alluring like an angel even if he is all devil when he gets like this.
“Mmm, vanilla,” he remarks, smacking his lips together, his tongue that was just dancing with yours darting out, brushing against the seam of that gorgeous mouth you wish he’d shut. “Oh, maybe it’s caramel flavored this time, actually?”
Laughing despite yourself, you reach to wipe at least a bit of the flavored goo from the corners of his mouth, knowing your own is probably covered just the same.
“You are absolutely shameless, doing all of that even after I asked you nicely,” it’s easy to tut and pretend to tell him off but the urge to stay home has only doubled in the moments that have passed, your feet cemented firmly to the ground where you stand.
“Can’t fault a man for sampling the sweets,” that charm he oozes gets him out of trouble with you often and his hand slides from your waist to your backside to give it a reassuring squeeze. You giggle, leaning in to kiss him again but he stops you by backing his face away, raising his eyebrows playfully.
“You better get out of here, you don’t wanna be late, do you?”
Mouth widening, you scoff while he chuckles, amused that he bested you at the last minute. He’s not selfish enough that he could justify actually keeping you here even if he wants to so he’ll have to settle for standing by until you return, tipsy and sweeter than ever, filled with lust that has been brewing for hours instead of just moments.
He hates to see you leave but there’s nothing better than when you come back.
Could you please write Dante x male reader or gn reader? The reader is cold in bed and Dante warms them up, if you know what I mean
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Oh god…
July 28
Finally I have an excuse to write yaoi
This one is for the male dmc fans who like Dante
Now plz note that I do not have a sword so correct me if I’m wrong
(Also I intended for a sub male reader but if you want a dom male reader lmk)
Summery : your house had a recent rat infestation and you need to stay with someone for a bit,but the only person that let you stay was non other then the white haired devil himself…
Warning:jerking off ,mlm,reader thinking they aren’t gay,gay Dante,say gex,friends to lovers
The night was cold…you we’re sharing a bed with Dante with nothing but a wall of pillows to separate the two of you
“I wish I brought my own blanket…” you thought,shivering from the cold,who knew a winter night could be so harsh…and it wasn’t getting any warmer since you were wearing a tank top and some shorts,and you forgot to bring your blanket
You shiver in bed to the point your teeth were clanking against each other a bit,meanwhile dante was sleeping like a baby,all wrapped up in that warm blanket…
“If you’re cold you could have just let me share the blanket..” dante muttered rubbing his eyes
“No Dante! It’s already gay enough that I’m sharing a bed with my best friend.”
“It’s not gay if two dudes share a bed…sounds like you are being a prick.”
“I’m not! It’s just that I’m not into dudes!”
“Just let me warm you up..”
Before you could protest,Dante slid his hands around your waist and pulled the blanket over you,practically spooning you.
“This is the closest I’ve ever been to a guy…” you muttered
“And we are going to get a lot closer.” Dante replied
You could start to feel a bungle forming in both of your pants,you never felt like this way before,heck you never even thought you COULD feel like this about another dude it felt too good,the two of you were close,too close.
Dante’s arms around you as you breathe heavily,you could feel his warm breath on your neck,you could feel his lips gently pressing kisses on your neck,you could feel your breath growing hotter and heavier as Dante reached his hand down your thigh
He softly grabbed your bulge and caressed it a bit
“D-dante…” you whispered
“Shh…let me warm you up..”
His hand slowly took off your shorts,your cock being fully out with nothing but a blanket covering it,you whimper a bit as you felt him tease your hard cock,caressing the tip and making small circles before he started stroking it,he was slow and steady at first and that alone was enough to make you drip,but he slowly started picking up the pace and he started jerking you off,you started moaning and tilting your head back,this was the best handjob you’ve ever gotten
“Dante…”you moan before you finish into his hand
Dante smiled and licked the semen off his hand in one clean stroke of his tongue
“See? All warmed up..”
You chuckled and was tempted to ride him but the two of you were very tired and fell asleep
(Again,i don’t have a dih so if this is inaccurate let me know)
Head empty no thoughts, just imagining getting married to Vergil or Dante right before the brothers have to seal themselves off in the underworld to the background of marry me (at world's end/one day)
I’m going to start writing for my DMC OC’s except in x Reader format! Meaning, I keep their appearance vague, but they’ll still have an established backstory that you can put YOURSELF into instead!
These are the readers!
Dante x The Asexual Succubus Reader (gender fluid!reader. established sexuality. this character can change forms, but usually takes on a feminine form/appearance. she/her and he/him. masculine descriptors tend to be used more. fluff. comedy.)
Nero x The Valkyrie Reader (afab/gn!reader. she/they, used interchangeably. original concept for the universe. established height descriptor used only in valkyrie form, no height descriptors for regular form. angst/comfort. fluff.)
Vergil x The “Lady” in Red Reader (non-binary/gn!reader. afab. everyone refers to them as she/her as Fortuna is not as respectful towards that, Vergil is the only one who refers to them as they/them. gender neutral descriptors tend to be used only in Vergil’s pov. angst/no comfort.)
Vergil x The Witch Reader (afab/fem!reader. she/her pronouns used. feminine descriptors used. bayonetta crossover character. angst/comfort.)
Vergil has 2, lol.
Anyway, if you’re interested in any of them please let me know! I’m going to likely create character pages/masterlists for each of them at some point. Thank you!
Hello!! Could you do some headcannons of Dante x Rabbit-hybrid reader please?
Btw I love your fanfics, they're amazing!
Funny Bunny
A/n: omg thank you annon! It means a lot when someone says they like my fanfics,even though I write most of them at 2 am half asleep lol,funny thing I also have a bunny sona but I don’t use it much
ANYWAYYY
Sfw
-he calls you nicknames like “bunny.” “Fuzzy” “sweetheart”
-Dante loved scratching behind your ears,he knew you liked it but you huffed in embarrassment every time once you find yourself leaning into his touch
-he loved it when your tail would wiggle around when you see him after a mission,he always thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world
-he noticed the way that you eat,how you would bite on more then you could chew,I’d also found it adorable and pinched your cheeks when he got the chance
NSFW
-when hitting it from the back,Dante goes CRAZY when you would lightly brush your tail against his lower stomach,it was enough to drive him crazy,sometimes he would even tug it a tiny bit to see how you would react
-he loves it when you let him touch your tail,it gives him something to softly toy with when you sat on his face
-he loves to see you in those bunny costumes
“You already have the ears and the tail,we just need the dress so it’s a lot cheaper!” Dante says
But regardless he is lucky to have you and he’s happy you’re with him
Riding tf out of Dante. I’m talking make that man whimper and writh underneath you bc you’re going so hard😈🙏. Picture this: You have one hand wrapped around his throat just hard enough for him to really feel it. The other hand on his chest for stability as you roll your hips slow and methodical. With a high pitched groan of Baby! he drops his head back and tightens his grip on your hips. Send tweet😫😫.
I might like it
July 21
Well aren’t you a lil freak annon? Here you go but you better like it
It was just a regular night at the devil may cry office,you were on the bed snuggled up with Dante as you watched silly cat videos on your phone
But your phone suddenly ran out of battery and died
“Aw man.” You sighed putting your phone to the side as you look at him “now what?”
Dante shrugged not knowing what to do now “well we can get some pizza,or take a nap I’m down with anything.” Dante spoke,rising his eyebrows slightly
You lean against him farther,feeling the warmth of your body against his,your eyes suddenly stared at his neck,how it moved when he talked,how his Addams apple looks it was all too good…and it was so blank like an unpainted canvas
You impulsively grabbed his neck lightly and he let out a chuckle “hey stop! I might like it.”
“Well what if you do?” You teased,tracing shapes on his neck with your thumb as you moved impossibly closer to him
“Uh…you-“ he was cut off by a tiny moan as you squeezed his neck for a split second, you stare at him a mischievous smile forming on your face as you leaned in closer and said “you like that don’t you?”
“N-no i don’t!” Dante said as if he was telling the truth
You sit on the current bulge forming in his pants as you spoke in his ear “we both know you’re lying..lemme take care of you..”
He silently agreed and you lay him down as you sat on his growing crotch,grinding against it as you lightly squeezed his neck as he let out tiny moans
You started to caress his body with your free hand,running up and down his muscles and tracing alongside the curves
You can feel Dante hold your hips and caress your thighs as he softly moans your name,your hand snaked under his shirt as you felt his muscles and pectorals, you bit your lips and narrowed your eyes
Sat up briefly seeing how much his bulge has grown,you unzip his pants and take them off alongside his shirt leaving him in his boxers,he was already a mess because of how much you teased him
You slowly took off your shirt making sure he had to wait,you took off your shirt to reveal your bra,he swallowed hard at the sight of you,you also took off your pantyhose and toasted them aside as you started to slowly take off his boxers licking your lips as you do
His cock came out like a spring,it was never this hard before,you slide yourself in and let out a moan
Dante let out a long and dragging moan,you started lifting yourself up and down over and over as you lightly choked him
“This is what you get for being good.” You groan as you picked up the pace,he could only let out a moan in response
You kept your hand on his chest for support and kept going not planning to stop anytime soon
You could feel him,inside of you rapidly sliding up and down as you groan and moan his name you loved it so much,your insides we’re probably shaped like him at this point
He didn’t try to stop himself from cumming,he filed you up like a donut,he let out a final groan as he moaned your name
You slowly pulled yourself out of him and straddled yourself on his stomach,you lay down on top of him and let go of his neck
“Well that was fun…”he spoke breathlessly as he put a hand on your back,softly caressing you
“Yeah…”you muttered as you snuggled into his chest
The two of you stayed like this until you two fell asleep
dante x f!reader. canon au. established relationships, mentions of canon weapons beowulf and the nevan. cw: mentions of smoking (not reader), sexual innuendo at the end. wc: 3.2k
“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!”
Enzo’s enthusiastic greeting draws a low laugh that is nearly concealed by the undeniably “you” sound of the heels you donned for this meeting clacking along the gleaming lacquered floors of the bar where the two of you always meet. His arms are already wrapped around the back of the corner booth and a disinterested bartender polishes glasses from behind the bar, used to these strange sort of underworld business meetings taking place before the night really begins.
All sorts of people come through here, yourself and the man awaiting you just two faces in a sea of characters the owner welcomes before and after hours in exchange for protection from the seedier of those who lurk in the world you make a living in. Not quite on the up and up despite your shop front and the fact you do take on genuine clients for research, not quite part of the underworld even if you find that aspect of your work far more fascinating.
“Hi Enzo,” you coo sweetly at someone you perhaps foolishly consider a friend, taking a moment to gather your bearings before sliding into the booth beside him. “Thanks for seeing me even though you’re busy.”
This place looks the exact same as it always has. The chandeliers shimmer, the velvet chairs are on top of heavy oak tables, overturned with their legs in the air, the ever present smell of decades old cigarette smoke clings to everything, every corner, everywhere. You’re absolutely going to have to take a shower when you get out of here if you want to keep it under wraps that you were around, aware that the man you love’s nose is more than astute and will immediately know where you’ve been.
It’s imperative that he doesn’t know about this, actually.
“Left the guard dog at home today, eh?” the man asks in return to your greeting, plucking a lit cigarette from between his lips.
Anxiety thrums through your veins but you grin away it, plastering on your happiest face and sliding into the booth and making yourself comfortable, almost imagining the large frame of said guard dog behind you, leaning over your body to loom and dissuade the malefactors that usually gather here from doing, well, anything that could harm or offend you even if it’s sneeze the wrong way.
His presence isn’t required when it’s just you and Enzo, though, something you’re oddly grateful for even if his remark elicits an eye roll. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You may have Dante fooled when you bat those pretty lashes but some of us know better,” he shrugs, flippant, flicking the growing ashes of his smoke into the crystal tray atop the table. “I take it he doesn’t know you’re here?”
“He’s not my keeper,” you tilt your head to the side, glancing down at the table where a cocktail made just for you already rests atop a napkin. “This is a deal between you and me, it has nothing to do with him. We’ve made plenty of deals over the years Dante knows nothing about, there’s no need to involve him now.”
Arguing your last point is futile even if the short, round man next to you smirks and shakes his head. Guess he’ll just have to eat the dirty look from the demon hunter the next time the two of them see each other because there’s no way he’ll be happy when he finds out that you stepped into the darkness on your own, capable as you may be. The guy’s lost too much to risk losing you, that much Enzo knows about the shady character you clearly have a romance with, so he hopes you know what you could be getting yourself into.
There’s only so much he can do if someone else takes an interest in you, it’s why he insisted you meet during the day.
Leaning over the table, he points his ringed pinkie finger in your direction and raises his brows, staving off his own anxiety about the possibility of something going wrong and accidentally incurring the wrath of the strongest man he’s ever seen.
“You’re buyin’ back one of his weapons. Seems to me that it has everything to do with him, dollface.”
And you can’t argue with him either, shrugging while grasping the martini glass in front of you and taking a sip, relishing in the cold tang of alcohol, hoping it’ll embolden you enough that you won’t lose money on this deal. You promised him half cash, half information he could sell to someone else. This is a common arrangement between you and the man who stylizes himself as some sort of makeshift mafioso even if deep down he’s pretty nice, if not a little cowardly, always looking out to cut a deal because if he’s sweet to you, you’ll undoubtedly be sweet back.
Sweet is what you do best, after all. In all the years he’s known you he’s seen many sides, including the sour one but you always make your way around to be generous and genuinely kind once more, not unlike the man whose weapons you’re buying back.
Placing his cigarette in his mouth again, he turns to look at you, narrowing his eyes.
“So, you want Beowulf?”
The gauntlets and greaves that Dante took from his twin brother the last time he saw them have sentimental value and the frustration you felt when he told you he’d sold them to Enzo made your blood pressure rise enough that you had a headache for two days. You’re aware that his financial situation is precarious most of the time, to say the least, and that he’s far too proud to ever ask for your help even if you make far more money out of the two of you but you wish he’d just say it instead of being stubborn.
You nod. “And the Nevan too.”
The man next to you sucks his teeth when he hears you mention the strange demon weapon that takes the shape of both guitar and scythe, taking another drag before stubbing out the lit cherry of his cigarette in the ashtray.
“Can’t say I have that one.”
Scoffing, you put your drink down, leaning forward in an attempt to make yourself appear more intimidating. “I didn’t realize you were his accomplice, Enzo,” you shoot, arching a brow. “Don’t lie to me because he told you to, it’s nowhere to be found and anything that does a little disappearing act ends up at your office somewhere.”
Caught in the act, embarrassing as it is. He sighs and cups his chin in his palm, ringed fingers gleaming under the streak of daylight that peeks in through the heavy velvet curtains that cover the floor to ceiling windows.
“Do you hate me or something? I’m already gonna be in trouble for meeting with you to begin with.”
You laugh, sipping your cocktail, liquid courage doing little to replace the anxiety you still feel. You hate lying, you aren’t any good at it, and there’s no way he won’t know that you were the one who arranged this. Still, it feels like you need to. There is very little of himself Dante won’t give away, freely even, but his weapons are more than just tools to protect and defend. They’re pieces of him, his life, his story. There’s no choice but to make this happen even if you feel strange, your skin crawling at the thought of withholding the truth for any reason.
Rolling your shoulders, you tip the glass away from your lips.
“I’m a grown woman and business owner and can take whatever meetings I want. Do you have them both or not?”
Your tough act isn’t nearly as impressive as you may think it is, the slight quiver in your lower lip that you can’t hide behind the silhouette of your glass giving you away in the most spectacular way. This isn’t who you are, it’s why Dante goes to such lengths to either shelter or help you when you insist that you have to do it. You have to be a part of it. You have to see the side of the world he does.
Enzo takes pity on you, shaking his head and holding his hand up. “What do you have for me?”
“A pretty big bounty,” you explain, placing your glass down and your hands subsequently in your lap. “It’s not one that Dante needs to take so I’ve been sitting on it for a few days.”
The man next to you nods, shifting his posture again, folding his arms over his chest.
“On the contrary, I think Dante needs all the jobs he can get his hands on if he’s always pawning shit to me.”
The expression on your face twists into something that could best be described as defensive, eyes narrowing. People can insult you, they can insult your work, they can insult your demeanor, your appearance, anything they want but the one thing they’ll never get away with insulting is Dante as long as you’re within earshot. You’re even more offended that someone who has known him for so long and has been on the receiving end of his giving nature so many times has the audacity to say something like that knowing how you are.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about a man who has done an awful lot of free work for you over the years, Ferino.”
He holds both of his hands up innocently. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just joking around. You may be sweet on him but you need to lighten up, it’s not like his irresponsibility is a secret or anything.”
Regardless of his insistence that he was merely joking, you roll your eyes and your body tenses where you sit. His smart mouth may have cost him a money making scheme so he sighs humbly, pounding his hand on the table as though he’s come to a tough conclusion, his beady brown eyes meeting yours.
“I’ll tell you what, you can have a discount because I pissed you off. Half off the Nevan, full price for Beowulf and if your bounty pays out, I’ll give you 25 percent of what you paid for it back.”
Picking your drink back up, you toss back the last of it, tension dancing between the two of you to the point Enzo considers praying to his maker for protection. If he managed to piss you off there’s no way it won’t get back to that man of yours. Mercifully, as if the Lord himself intervened, you set your glass down and raise your eyebrows, meeting his glance with your own.
“Just give me 25 percent off the Beowulf,” you state casually, the rest of your face giving you away even if you’re attempting to keep up with the tough guys yet again.
Even if it’s a weak effort, he’s tempted to give in just so he stays out of trouble, business to run or not.
“What if the job doesn’t pay out?” he asks, aware he’s already lost.
“When have I ever given you bad information?”
Defeated, he acquiesces. “Not once in all the time I’ve known you, I guess.”
“Exactly,” you nod, face softening into something more like yourself instead of this weird little persona you decided to don. “Do we have a deal?”
He chuckles, holding his hand out for you to take. “Is any man able to tell you no?”
“Plenty but you’re the one I always need to say yes,” you admit, wrinkling your nose, accepting his offered handshake.
Sealed with a nod and pump of your arms, you feel relieved to know that the man you care about so much will soon have the physical reminders of his memories returned to him. Enzo drops your hand, wiping his on his pants, reaching for his ice cooled whiskey glass to wrap his palm around it.
“You’re not gonna rat me out to Dante by telling him you were here, right?”
You roll your eyes as you did when you first sat down. “No, of course not. It wouldn’t do either of us any good at this point so finish your drink and take me to my weapons.”
Chuckling, he lifts his drink and downs it.
“Alright, make sure you have your cash too.”
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With the goods you purchased with hard earned money secured and tucked underneath your arms, it’s quite the juggling act to unlock the door to Devil May Cry. You turn the handle and gently push the door open with your foot, not surprised to find it as empty as you knew it would be when you planned this meeting to begin with.
Lingering around is a bad idea, the back of your mind reminding you that Dante could return from the job he’s on at any minute and ruin the surprise you totally didn’t organize, so you place the case with Beowulf on top of his desk and the Nevan on the ground beside it. Admiring your work, you step away from the scene as carefully as you can, hoping you didn’t stick around long enough to leave a trace, shutting the door behind you with a satisfied smile.
A few hours later, the door to the shop finds itself unlocked and pushed open once more, this time Dante standing in the frame he’s almost too big for, sniffing, catching the faintest hint of you. The job wasn’t too tough even if it took all day to hunt down a pack of wild demons that have been bothering a convent a few towns over and eradicate them all but you could make it all better if his nose doesn’t deceive him.
“Hey pretty, you in here?”
No response. He hums to himself and looks around the quiet, dusty office, finding no purse nor shoes nor shed clothing, meaning you aren’t upstairs in the loft either. Sniffing again, he realizes his nose wasn’t deceiving him but that the air smells like you and cigarette smoke and like...that fucking Ferino.
While he trusts you without a doubt, a long running issue in your relationship has been that you care very little for your own safety, too comfortable believing that your charm could probably get you out of any corner you’d ever find yourself pushed into. It has worked so far and clearly even today, he thinks as he looks down at the gifts you’ve left him, but Enzo knows better and shouldn’t have agreed to meet with you.
Now he’s irritated and looks around the office again, narrowed eyes falling upon the briefcase on the desk and the guitar shaped weapon leaning up against the edge of it. Said eyes widen and he finds himself doing a double take, scrubbing a hand over his face and chin.
“You’re kidding me,” he says aloud to an empty room.
He hasn’t seen either of these weapons in months, even longer than that probably, time inexplicably falling away when you live your life the way that he does. The only time he cherishes is what he’s able to spend with you and irritation pricks at him again, knowing you were left unattended long enough to potentially find yourself in trouble.
As sweet as this is, as you are, it can’t happen again.
Slumping down in his chair, he picks up the desk phone and punches in a number he’s known by heart for a very long time. The line chimes pleasantly in his ear and the voice on the other end is as raspy and familiar as ever.
“Yeah?”
Huffing out a chuckle, he hears a muttered ‘damn it all’ through the other end of the phone, the man who picked up very aware of who called to begin with.
Still, it’s polite to introduce yourself so Dante continues.
“Enzo, it’s Dante, we need to ta–”
Click.
Holding the phone away from his face, he looks around, taken aback that he was just hung up on unexpectedly and if anything, it screams that he knew better than to arrange whatever deal with you he did.
Looking down at the weapons, he decides that a tough conversation can wait. There’s a far nicer one he’d prefer to have.
Punching in another number he knows by heart, he listens to the three pleasant rings once more, only to be met with an even more pleasant voice on the other end.
“Hello?”
He chuckles but this time it’s responded to with a giggle, sweet and light as air. “Oh, hi,” you practically sing, realizing that it’s him on the other end of the line. “Are you back?”
“Sure am,” that man you love so much confirms, pushing his long hair off of his face. “What did you get up to today?”
“I worked a little and then I did a little shopping, nothing too major.”
“What kind of shopping?” he asks, finding himself surprised when you laugh nervously on the other end.
“Oh, you know, a little dress, some very tiny underwear, that sort of thing. Do you want to come over and check them out?”
Raising a brow, leans forward, elbows against his desk. “You’re in trouble.”
Sighing on the other end of the phone, you give yourself up early before he even asks you to. There’s no way he hasn’t put two and two together at this point so you may as well just clock in as your own defense attorney.
“I know, that’s why I bought the underwear,” you admit honestly, never above using your wiles.
“Why did you do this? You know it’s dangerous to go anywhere with Enzo and you could’ve been hurt or taken or…I don’t know. Anything could have happened.”
The worst case scenario is him not getting to you in time. It haunts his every nightmare.
“Sure but it didn’t and I’m fine and I really miss you so stop questioning me and come over.”
He pictures the innocent expression he knows you’re wearing right now and sighs, defeatedly.
“Or I could come to you?” you offer, wondering what he’s thinking though you hear the shuffling of his clothing from the other end of the phone.
“You’ve adventured enough for one day,” he tuts, fingers unconsciously running along the sharp corners of the briefcase you left him. “I’d rather come and thank you properly for what you left on my desk anyway.”
If any man is able to tell you no, this certainly isn’t one of them. There’s no way he can stay angry at you for more than a few moments, his tired soul eager to get a little restoration in the form of your smile and your touch and your pretty little face.
“What you’re saying is that I’m not in trouble then?”
He shakes his head, already pulling the phone away from his face, anticipating hanging it up.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out when I get there. See you soon.”
Placing the phone back in its cradle on his desk, he looks down at the Nevan and Beowulf one last time and decides he’ll deal with them both later, once he’s worked through his complex feelings about all you do for him. It’s so effortless, the way you give, and he spends every single minute of his day wondering how he ever managed to win such a lottery despite how notoriously unlucky he is.
