#Danken

[strawberrystepmom]

dante x f!reader. established relationship, fluff. | wc 807, reading time: less than 5 minutes.

“Oh shit!”

You exclaim too quickly as you walk into your kitchen after tossing your keys and bag aside and taking your shoes off. The wall between the entryway and the kitchen is a blind spot, leaving you unprepared to walk in on a towel clad, still dripping from the shower version of Dante who grins and points at you.

“Welcome ho-o-o-me.”

He sings his greeting while you press your hand against your chest, trying to catch your breath and slow your heart rate from the surprise of seeing him. It’s never that shocking that he makes his way into your apartment, he does know where the spare key is. A spare key that is just the one you had made for him he insisted that he couldn’t take so you hid it in a place you knew he’d find it.

Clearly it has been used.

You eye him up and down though it’s playful, folding your arms over your chest while approaching him.

“Let me guess. You used the good stuff in the shower and have finished off the last of the juice by now too, right?”

Dante shrugs in response, turning the shrug into a shimmy that gradually becomes something more frenetic, his whole body moving in response. The ends of his hair drip onto your floor yet it’s impossible to do much but smile sweetly at his rolling chest and shaking hips.

“Is this your version of a mating dance?” Whispering out of the corner of your mouth, you raise your brows while wrapping an arm around his moving hips. “I feel like a girl bird or something right now.”

“Dunno, is it working?”

Shaking your head, you grin up at him. Distraction successful, he notes to none but himself.

“Hi handsome,” the words are muffled while you press a kiss to his smiling mouth.

Dante’s hand naturally falls to the small of your back and he pulls you against him, chest to chest, and swaying softly in place with you. You look down to check on your feet, quickly returning them upward to glance at him. Those pretty blue eyes stare down at you, his lips curling into a fond smile when his eyes fall upon the crinkle of your nose.

You lean against his bicep, letting him rock you at a rhythm nobody but him can hear.

Copying the little sing-song in his voice from earlier, you raise your eyebrows expectantly while asking. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He pulls you tighter against him and you place your feet atop his, letting him take full control of whatever is happening. A big hand slides from your lower back to your ass, cupping it gently. The damp towel over his thighs gets the front of you wet but whatever worry it causes fades away while you let him step you around, holding onto you and swinging you in a makeshift circle. He indicates he’s about to dip you and you giggle, bending backward over his arm and wrinkling your nose again while he leans in to collect a small kiss.

“Making myself at home just like you always tell me to.”

Grinning, another giggle springs out of you.

“You mean it this time?”

A stronger man would stick to his values and say no. He’d avoid this - the domesticity that makes a wild man tame and lazy. He’d decline the comfort of your shampoo and sheets, the fridge that’s always semi full, the pleasure of seeing the owner of his favorite pair of lips and hands and other things in her natural habitat.

A man is only as strong as his biggest weakness. Dante’s fortunate that his weakness possesses so much strength of her own, enough to keep pushing the issue until you knew he’d eventually give in.

He nods, his amused-at-your-surprise smile fading into something fond. A knowing smirk perhaps, always certain that you knew he’d end up giving in eventually. A simple bow of his head puts it just above yours.

“Yeah,” he kisses you and you greedily allow it, the dancing pausing while his towel slides a little lower on his hips. Both of you burst into a fit of childish giggles, the arm you have slung around his waist pinning the towel in place to keep him decent.

“Think I’d have to be an idiot to keep leaving such a good thing.”

His lips barely part from yours yet he continues to speak, the dancing paused in favor of touching, hand sliding across every still clothed part of you they can touch. Lost in the moment, you slide your arm upward and the towel wrapped around his hips falls to your feet.

“Yeah, I think so too.” You whisper, lifting a foot to kick the towel aside while he reaches to grab your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist.

Never one to miss a signal, you hop up and wrap them both around him, resuming your giggling and kissing while being carried off to christen the couch like it hasn’t been done a thousand times before.

At least it’s a couch you technically share now.

[54prowl]

happy birthday @strawberrystepmom 🎈🎉

[gehirnamageddon]

- Nie im Leben hätt ich mir erträumt können das diese Nacht so schön verläuft, all der Schmerz und all die Zweifel sind verschwunden-

- du bist eine so wundervolle Person-

[lvmimis]

tbh i say im gonna go slam my face against a wall and dante just unzips his jacket and puffs out his chest. "here's the wall you ordered". go to hell actually.

i'm crying i didn't even see this till now but now i remember what this was about and good. that's exactly how he would deal with that situation hehe

[wmlz]

„Je mehr man dankt, um so mehr bekommt man zum Danken.“

Theodor Fliedner

[my-life-fm]

[slayerofsadness]

Man muss nicht viele Freunde haben im leben ,aber die Richtigen um glücklich zu sein !

Manchmal muss man so viele Jahre leben um zu verstehen was es bedeutet die Richtigen Freunde an seiner Seite zu haben .

Vertrauen und und die Richtige Beziehung ist das A und O bei einer guten Freundschaft.

Aber auch in denn Besten Freundschaften wird man mal sich Mal nicht einig, oder man streitet sich, letztendlich ist es wichtig,das man sich Toleriert und Akzeptiert. Und weiterhin füreinander da ist .

Ich persönlich Versuche für meine Freunde da zu sein.Sie tatkräftig zu unterstützen und ihnen die Kraft zu geben, die sie brauchen wenn sie ein schlechten Tag haben .Gibt man ihnen viel Liebe, bekommt man sie auch zurück . Und es gibt nix schöneres wenn freunde einen selber Zuneigung,Trost und ein motivieren an schlechten Tagen.

Ich weiß es ist nicht einfach so eine Beziehung in stand zu halten . Aber bei denn richtigen Freunden,ist es das Wert . Und ihr seit Glücklicher

Danke das es euch gibt ! Was würde ich nur ohne euch machen ❤️🫶

[skidar]

There is so much chaotic bar dnd shenanigans that led to this that I wouldn't know where to begin but here's a fun poster I made for my bar dnd crew of The Dankening. A 6 week ordeal of all different tables of people attempting to thwart an evil reverse-centaur, Dank Dave, from taking over the world.

[strawberrystepmom]

this is so clever 😭 thanks for starting us off <3

this is dante’s song. no context allowed so divine it for yourself my friends….

Reblog this with your fave and a song you associate with them.

No context. Just a name and a song ✨

Let me start... This is Toji's song for me

[kaddyssammlung]

Oh no! Oh nein! Nürnberg! Allmächd! Can't handle this! Maybe I need to talk myself into going there. Maybe not. Still too much to handle to be around humans who behave a certain way (drinking...still have a problem with that). But it's Nürnberg XD

I should not have seen this.

[strawberrystepmom]

"it's too bright, sweetness," dante groans when the sunlight reaches through the curtain to shine over him, tossing his forearm over his face.

"then close your eyes and make it dark again." kendall tuts, leaning over to kiss him good morning.

our space is not minimal by any stretch of the imagination and he teases me constantly about doubting anyone even realizes that a man lives there. that's where the need to peacock on the balcony comes from. cozy, bright, a lot cleaner than his loft above devil may cry but not any more organized.

home life with → silas + naoya – ver. 1

what's up mtv? welcome to our crib ¬‿¬ most of the decorating is done by yours truly. natural wood, ambient lighting, pops of orange, and luscious plants that are only alive because naoya is a plant whisperer. sprinkled throughout are my trinkets and zen'in family heirlooms. almost everything is vintage and/or secondhand. top right corner is naoya's beloved hairless cat affectionately named chikin, almost always wearing a little sweater because he gets cold.

open tags → rb and show me the inside of your selfship home!

[discofitta]

berlin has such good public transport i wish i was less stupid so it didn’t confuse me so much

[strawberrystepmom]

dante x f!reader. cw: he refers to reader by the nickname sunshine. established relationship, little flirtatious fluff situation. | wc 1.6k, reading time: ~6 minutes.

“Zip me up?”

“Where are you headed off to dressed like that?”

The two questions paired next to one another, one asked by you and one by Dante, leave the two of you staring at each other silently in the little bathroom of your apartment.

He walked from around the corner to see you, announcing his arrival into your humble abode by whistling a tune while tossing his keys down and taking his boots off. You knew he’d be here soon which is why you were standing here anyway, unable to reach between your shoulder blades to finish closing your dress. 

You weren’t expecting such a reaction. 

“I have an undercover job tonight, remember?”

Oh he remembers. Two nights ago you told him you made a deal with a client you’re working with that he’d buy you some time to dig for information about a target their client has been hunting. Such tangled webs are woven in the criminal underbelly of this city.

“What kind of job was it again?”

Rolling your eyes with a scoff, you turn and present your half zipped back to him. 

“Information picking.” Looking over your shoulder, you pout. “Please, Dante? I don’t wanna be late.”

The tension in the room doesn’t let up, in fact it intensifies when he sighs and stays in place, hands in his pockets.

“Honey.” He coos, finally approaching you and placing a hand at the dip of your waist. 

He looms over the back of you, chest pressing into your back and shoulders, chin coming to rest on top of yours. 

“You look unbelievable,” he admits, laughing to himself, hand sliding from your waist to the front of your stomach where he flattens it. “Too good to be out without me.”

How unfortunate that he knows just how to make your ears perk up. His hand slides from your stomach upward, finally resting across your chest and pulling you to rest against his front. Giggling, you reach up to pat one of his cheeks, pinching at the sharpness of his jaw on the way up.

“Don’t be dramatic. Besides, all I have to do tonight is smile and blend in, it’s no big deal.”

Dante chuckles, a low and dangerous rumble in his chest. You attempt to turn your head to look at him but he stops you, hand rising from your chest to your jaw to turn your head upward and allow him access to your neck. Bending slightly at the knees, he kisses the bare space between your shoulder blades.

“You’re never just blending in though, are you?” He whispers, kissing your shoulder and up the slope of your neck. “There’s always going to be someone looking, watching…” he trails off, another kiss planted just beneath your ear. You press your fingertips against the firmness of his abs, preparing to gently push him off of you but hesitate a moment to enjoy his teeth nipping at the tender skin of your earlobe. “Wishing,” he continues. 

The blood pooling in your cheeks makes your head swim enough to consider the possibility of not going tonight. He’s using the tone of voice he only rasps out when he’s muttering about how you feel as good as you look and taste and smell. His teeth and lips and wandering hands are practically swimming through the waves of your resistance.

It’s a very impressive attempt at distracting you.

Fortunately, the little angel that sometimes takes residence on your shoulder reminds you that you’re being paid to do this job. Handsomely. Well enough that you can stuff a little cash in Dante’s desk drawer before he notices and can argue with you and to also pay your own rent for the rest of the year. 

Sighing, you gently push yourself away from him. One of his arms remains over your shoulder but the other drops to his side. You look up at him blinking sweetly, cheeks still hot.

“If I tell you where this place is, will it make you feel better?”

He shrugs half heartedly, a frown floating over his handsome face. You want to kiss it away, something he is almost certainly aware of, yet remain standing in front of him with one hand pressed flat against his abdomen and the other holding his bicep. 

“It’s this underground place, I dunno. Apparently a lot of people who are associated with black market demon part trading hang out down there.” 

You shake your head flippantly, trying to recall what the name is, tapping your foot impatiently.

“Oh it’s The Palazzo.” The two of you say it at the same time. 

You raise your eyebrows in surprise and Dante nods, sucking his teeth. “Yeah, I know where and what that is.”

He’s even more protective now if his posture is a peek into his psyche, arms that were just tempting you into them now crossing over his chest. You grab his forearms, squeezing them gently. “It’s in and out, Dante. I’ll be there for like two hours tops.”

He offers a flippant shrug in response, clearly poised to say more and choosing to stop himself. 

“Please let me handle this on my own,” you plead knowing it’s probably going to be ultimately futile if he gets a wild enough streak during your absence. “If things go bad I’ll make sure I know where all the exits are and call you immediately, okay?”

It’s not enough to completely persuade him but his posture softens, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead.

“Some real rough people hang out there, sunshine…” 

Now who is trying to persuade who here? He trails off upon realizing the look he’s being given, shutting his mouth tightly and pursing his lips to mirror your unamused face.

“Two hours max. You will live without me.”

“But will you live without me?” He asks with a curious hum.

“Not funny.” You turn to present your back to him. “Now zip.”

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Inhaling sharply, you smile over your shoulder and wish one of the men departing from you a good night.  He slips a napkin with his number on it in your direction and you slide it down to the floor at your feet, watching it flutter onto sticky checkerboard tile. Letting a moment pass, you shift on the bar stool where you’re perched and notice something strange.

It feels like someone is watching you.

One swivel of your head confirms that your gut feeling about the owner of the gaze was correct.

Dante sits across the crowded floor, raising an eyebrow and the corner of his lip to match it, pleased to finally be noticed. 

You, on the other hand, are less than pleased to have been defied. All you asked was for one simple thing and he couldn’t even manage to leave you alone to work. Groaning under your breath, you look away to take a moment to decide what to do.

The night has been sort of a bust. Your client was nice enough to dismiss you over an hour ago upon realizing the target of your attempt at information fishing was not going to show up but you remained here to eke anything out to little avail.

The fun doesn’t have to end here though, does it? 

Smiling, you rise from your seat and approach the corner where the extremely handsome man who holds the key to your heart rests with his arms spread over the back of the half circle booth he sits at. His hair hangs in his face, as always. The shirt he probably grabbed out of the back of his closet is charmingly wrinkled and sitting tightly over his chest, the pearlescent button keeping it closed straining when he moves. 

He couldn’t be more obvious about what he’s trying to do if he tried. You’re the one falling for it though, the crowd around you practically melting away while you approach him and lean over the circular table in front of the booth, leaning in on your elbow.

“Hi there.” Pinching the stem of the cherry floating atop his old fashioned, you pop it into your mouth with a lopsided grin. 

The tip of your tongue catches a drip of the drink. You hum appreciatively, obviously leaning into this little scenario you’ve set up to avoid drawing attention to this corner of the room. 

“Have we met before?”

Dante smirks back at you, tenting his hands on the table in front of him. This is both reward and punishment for going against what you requested and expertly as ever, you’ve tossed the ball to his side of the court to eagerly await how he’ll proceed.

He shakes his head, cerulean eyes meeting yours as naturally as ever. “No. I don’t believe we have.” He lifts his drink and sips, contentedly sighing and smacking his lips together. “I’d definitely remember one as pretty as you are.”

You giggle, leaning across the small table, toward him. One quick reach finds his glass in your hand and you spin it with your palm until the point he just drank from rests just above your lips, your bottom one wrapping around where his just touched.

A mischievous smile crosses your face, able to be made out even through the thick glass of the cup and the amber of the drink itself. Tossing your head back to drain most of his glass, you place it back down on the table and slide it back to him with nothing but clinking ice and an orange twist at the bottom.

“Then let’s get to know each other,” you offer, scooting across the rounded booth to press yourself into his side. 

God, he loves this game. 

[danken-500s]

♻ Rockci guys 🎉

-1th anniversary of them 👌🌟 (24/01/23)

❄❄❄🎸♲

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

eRhEbEt DiE hErZeN wIr HaBeN sIe BeIm HeRrN

[emptyxthrone]

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ohhh vielen Dank! 🤗