Crushed. Thats how anyone would describe being stuck under a 270 pound half demon, but for you? This was the norm. Dante was exhausted after a long day of doing nothing, his butt hurt from napping in his chair, what else was he supposed to do other than waltz into your bedroom and unceremoniously throw himself on top of you in search for a good cuddle?

“Mmh..heyy.” He mumbles into the back of your neck, his stubble itching and scratching your skin - even more when he yawns and shifts a little more to get comfortable on top of you.