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athenaluciscaelum · 13 days ago

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Okk so how about a dmc 3 Dante x stoic reader! Like Dante could pull cheesiest stuff and reader will just respond with a wink and Dante assuming we just don't care enough about him and back off only for him to find out that we do like his advances but just don't know how to respond to that. A comedic scenario igggg. Sorry if' it's confusing, feel free to ignore!

Note: I can relate to this personally. You might think that, writing all this, I might appear to be flirty or at least understand flirtatious cues... Nope... I still remember the artist who said my eyes were pretty at the India Art Fair, and I was like, "These are contacts." Only to later realise he was trying to flirt. And lots more instances; my love life is non-existent.

And the smut was totally necessary...trust me, I know you wanted it to be just funny. But I added a few more layers; I hope you like it. Let me know in the comments; I always appreciate them

Confidence

Pairing: DMC 3 Dante x Fem!Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3569 words

Warning: Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Oral

!!MINOR DO NOT INTERACT!!

Dante is confident. That is one way to describe Dante. Even if he proposed to a broom when he was drunk, it was with confidence. But you made him question his confidence. Were his good looks lacking? Were his lines trashy? At least he was original...right? You appreciated originality; you laughed when he mocked his opponents, so his humour was not missed on you.

You met Dante after the Temen-Ni-Gru incident. Few of the demons who escaped the tower were able to get into adjacent cities and towns of the Capulet City. By the time Dante reached your home, you were the only survivor. You were the same age as him or a year younger; he could tell. You were slumped on the floor, trying to stop bleeding from where your mother was stabbed; you cried, "Please...help!" Dante rushed by your side and touched your mother's corpse; it was cold. He removed your hands from the wound. You screamed, "Are you mad!? She will die!?" Dante looked at you with sympathy, "She is dead...." You frowned as you thrashed him, "No! Just help me!" Dante stood up, "I am going to check for survivors...." You cursed him; you were not sane anymore; you kept shouting and crying, "She is alive! She is alive! Why won't you help me!?"

Soon firefighters, paramedics, and police arrived. Most of the area was burnt to the ground; you were sitting in the burnt porch of what used to be your house, covered in a blanket. Dante was about to leave; he didn't like to mingle with authorities. But he saw your face; he saw himself in it. The face who lost everything and every hope. He walked over to you, sitting down beside you. You spoke in a monotone, your heart heavy with our loss, "I'm sorry... you were right..."

Dante sat beside you. "Do not be... Do you have anywhere to go?" You thought and gave him a logical answer, "Home was insured...." Dante looked at you with concern, "It will be considered an act of God," You screamed at him, "It was a demon!" Dante looked at you with pain in his eyes. "That statement is more likely to land you in a psychiatric ward than get you money from an insurance company..."

You looked up at the dark sky,"I do not care... I have nothing left..." Dante nods, "Nothing except your whole life..." You looked at him as he continued, "Live...I'm sure that is what your mother would have wanted..."

It was that day, and now it's been a year. Dante helped you bury your dead family members. The funeral home was paid magically, and you found money in your account, out of nowhere.

You never questioned it; there was so much in this world that didn't make sense to you anymore. Dante let you live in Devil May Cry. No question asked, no strings attached. You were so nervous on the first night. A fear that he might want to get something in return. He didn't, but he did give you free pizza.

It was a healing journey for both of you; he had a lot of pain in his heart that a stoic person like you could take and never utter a word about. And you had someone to lean on who had gone through the same. As you two spent those lonely nights together basking in each other's pain. It gave you both desire to live. Moreover, It gave Dante a desire to live with someone; he was daring to dream. It will be nice to hold you when you let him shed each layer of vulnerability in front of you.

But do you feel the same? Dante never knew how to talk. It was not a Sparda trait to talk about your feelings. It was a Sparda trait to stab and fight your nearest living blood relative. So how? Dante could only do what he does best – mask his feelings, put on his confidence and nonchalant mask, and flirt with you. In hope that you will reciprocate and maybe will become a haven for freaks of nature like him in more than one way. Does he deserve this in his eyes? No. But he wanted to try. No! No! He must not. His greed can be the death of you.

After much contemplation, Dante decided that he could just flirt, bask in your little laughs and flustered cheeks. It will be enough. He won't be greedy. So it begins.

Dante called you babe all the time. And you never paid much heed; he called everybody babe, right? Flirting is like his second nature, or first?

You didn't mind when he complimented you as you wore a barmaid dress and were making your way to the bookshelf in the corner. Dante whistles as he looks you up and down, impressed, "Hiding all of these curves under the hoodie all this time, babe?" You shrug and speak technically, "I mean, barmaid dresses are made to accentuate curves; it is actually the bodice and structure of the garment that give the chest a lift and cinch the waist... The flare makes your hips look curvy... Do you like it?" You smiled. Dante just blinked dumbfounded, "Ummm...yeah...that's what I said." You smiled as you picked up a book, "Okay!" And left. Dante frowned, "What!?"

Or when you did a full glam makeup with a perfect cat eye, blush and red lipstick. Dante looked at you from his desk as you came down, "You are looking extra gorgeous today..." You smiled, "Ohho...it's all makeup, not my real face......" Dante opened his mouth to say something but stopped. You smiled, "Thanks!"

Dante thought to himself, 'Okay, maybe verbal flirting doesn't work.' You need something more direct; you're a visual person, that's right! So how about something a little more explicit? Dante was in the Devil May Cry office with you. He was always interested in tattoos but couldn't get one due to his healing abilities. And you promised to give him one (temporary) with jagua gel. Dante sat on his chair, and you were sitting on the desk to reach his shoulder properly and get the angle. Dante spoke, "How about like a tattoo sleeve on my shoulder?" You nodded, preparing the jagua gel cone... sealing its tip with tape to make the point more fine. You nodded while squeezing the cone a bit to check the fitness of the line, "Sure.... Let me just get a towel and sanitiser; any oil will interfere with the staining process. Just pull up your sleeves, okay?" As you walked to the kitchen, Dante took off his coat and shirt; it will give you better access to the area and a good view of his body. Maybe you might see him in a different light?

You came back with sanitiser and looked at his body. It was chiselled, perfect, built like a Greek god on a marble. But the look on your face was unreadable as you stared. Dante saw you staring and smirked internally; he thought, 'At last, babe.' You frowned, confused, "Where are your clothes at?"

Dante smirked, so you want to play coy? He smirked, "Won't this give you better access?" You spoke dismissively, "No... You can just pull up your sleeves and wear your shirt back. It's cold... I do not want you to freeze..." Dante wanted to protest that he could not freeze but decided to throw his shirt back if you were not interested...he would never make you uncomfortable. He was many things but not a creep.

So is he going to give up on you now? He looked at you. You just came back from the office, sitting on the red leather couch, taking off your heels to massage your foot lightly. You sighed and unbuttoned the top two buttons of your white shirt. You were exhausted; Dante was observing you like a hawk and thought to himself, 'Was there any thought behind those eyes?' You were smart, sure. But are you that naive? Or were you still too deep in sorrow to understand his cues? Maybe you just need time and space, or maybe you were not interested.

He won't give up so easily. You looked at Dante, "Dante?" Dante got back to reality, "Yes, doll?" You yawned, "I need to go out with my colleagues tonight." Dante frowned, "You look exhausted..." You nodded, "Yeah...but it is not social...more like a work thing..." Dante understood, "Okay...and?" You pleaded, "Please...drop me there...I'm too tired...and also maybe stay there with me. You can take me back home, if you're free. You like to drink as well." Dante agrees, "I have my bike...are you comfortable?" You nodded...

You came down wearing a little black dress; Dante's heart started to beat faster; he could feel his blood going south. It was just a black dress; he needs to get a grip. He got on his bike. Maybe a nice ride through the city with your arms wrapped around his waist will make you appreciate him in a different light? You just need to feel how good and warm he feels?

Dante can't deny he was excited, and he was never this excited for anyone. Not for romantic interest, but to be honest, he never had a problem. His face card was lethal. His excitement shattered as you held onto the grab handle in the back. You spoke, putting on your helmet, "Let's go...?" Dante spoke defeated, "Yeah...let's go..."

Every now and then, he sudden jolt to enclose the space between you two. His mind thinking he has been being flirty all this time. You pulled closer to his ears, and Dante's heart waltzed. At last you understand, but your voice came out irritated, "You're a pathetic rider, Dante..."

You climbed off his bike as you reached your destination. He was sitting alone at one side of the bar, lamenting. Now you think he is a pathetic rider. This hurts more than all those failed attempts. You were on the other side of the bar, nodding to your colleagues and drinking.

He stayed because you requested him to stay, if he can stay.

You drank too much and made your way to Dante when your colleagues left. You slung your arms on his shoulder and spoke tipsily, "Not even one attempt to flirt with me all night? Not one compliment?"

Dante sighs defeated; he swirls his whisky in his glass, "You look good, babe... I flirt all the time. But I see you do not want it... so I thought I would stop bothering you." You giggled, poking his cheek, "I love it...my pookie...you're so cute...when you're confused…" You giggled, and Dante pouts, "Do not lie..."

You sat on the table in front of his seat... it was dark there. You cup his cheeks as you slide between his legs... "I'm not lying... it's just so fun to see you try... I could barely resist flirting back..." Dante turns his face away, "Liar…" You turn his face back and press your forehead to his, combing back his hair away from his icy blue eyes. "Sitting shirtless in front of me, you were giving me a heart attack... I could barely resist... My heart was about to leap out... I had to ask you to put it back on... How am I supposed to concentrate? If I start to flirt back with you… I don't think I will be able to stop at just flirting... Are you ready for more than flirting?"

Your lips inches away from his, Dante cannot tear his eyes off your sweet lips. How badly he wanted to taste them. Dante looks into your eyes, "Who asked you to stop?" You guide his hands to rest on each of your thighs...and he starts to massage them. You moan, "I know humans die... easily... but that shouldn't hold you from loving them... I don't want you to regret it..."

Dante's mind was hazy; he kissed your lips softly, "I am broken." You cup his cheeks and kiss him back, "So am I." Dante kisses you back, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You understand his cue now and part your lips to let his tongue slide. He explores your mouth, tilting your head as he grabs a fistful of your hair to pull back gently and deepens the kiss.

Dante pulls back, and you gasp. Your hair tousled, lips swollen and cheeks flustered. He is going to paint you tonight… Your body will be his canvas.

Dante helps you stand up, but your legs are shaky. He can't keep his hands off you anymore. He picks you up, paying the tabs, and heads out to the parking lot.

Dante puts you down and quickly puts the helmet on your head, securing it. "Can't risk you." You smiled as you climbed back behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist this time. As he speeds through the city and back to Devil May Cry.

Dante picks you up and keeps kissing you as he walks through the door quickly, closing the door. He throws you over his shoulder, making his way to his desk. You giggle as he deposits you on his desk. You look at him and smile, "In a hurry?" Dante turns you and bends you on the desk while quickly shrugging off his coat and taking off his shirt.

Dante trails his finger from your neck to your spine.... making you tingle and moan. He smiles, "My little vixen...you will taste your own medicine tonight." You smile and look at the front. You hear his belt unbuckling and unzipping. Your body feels hot with anticipation.... You wiggle your ass, but Dante places a hand on your spine to hold you still, "Shhhhh...patience...doll..."

You laugh, "I'm not patient..." Dante rolls the hem of your little black dress and bunches it around your waist. He squeezes your ass in lacy black panties; he was literally drooling as he felt the wet spot; it was drenched, fuck! All for him? He gets on his knee and buries his nose in your clothed cunt to inhale while spreading your cheeks; his sharp nose pokes your already sensitive flesh, making you moan and wiggle your ass. But he holds your ass firm. He places open-mouth kisses on the clothed cunt and sucks on it, making you whimper... "Dante..." Dante smirks. "Yeah, doll... I'm just making sure you understand what I want..."

Your mind was fuzzy, and as you look back, you beg, "Dante...I want this..." Dante acts innocent, like his face is not buried between your ass cheeks: "Want what, babe?" You cry, "Want you to fuck me .... " Dante chuckles, "Now I can't deny my favourite girl."

Dante gets up on his feet... He unzips your dress and peels it off... You were wearing the matching bra... He unhooks your bra strap, the dreaded red lines... must be so painful... He rubs it soothingly, and you hum. He smiles, "It feels good?" You smile, "That feels good..."

Dante hums, "You can totally not wear them around me... Look how they marked your pretty skin...." You laugh... "Absolutely not... I might think..." Dante helps you take it off. His one hand is still on your hip to hold you in place.

Dante leaned to kiss and bite your neck, shoulder, back, and trailing from your spine to your ass. It was a slow torture. You tried to rub your ass against his crotch. It felt so heavy; you were sure he was big...but he kept you firm in place. He littered your back with little bite marks. Licking and kissing the red marks left by your bra a bit extra. He stands back up, slipping your panties off till your knees. He holds both your wrists back with one hand, while the other gives a few light smacks on your ass, making you yelp and shiver in pleasure. Dante looks at you and speaks, his breath hot against your ear. "Safe Word?" You blinked and thought, "Ummm....Strawberry…"

Dante chuckles as he lands another hard smack on your red and hot ass cheek. You cry in pleasure, "Feels good, baby..." Dante pulls on your wrists to arch your beautiful body...his free hand slides in front to squeeze your tits...he groans, "God...they are perfect...." His hand slides from your soft stomach to cup your pussy, giving a gentle push to squeeze your ass against his clothes' crotch. He moans in your ear, "So sexy..."

You turn your head, and he captures your lips. As his middle finger rubs your pussy and his crotch grinds against you.

Dante turns you around and makes you sit on the table. You look up at him with lustful eyes... You look at his clothes bulge; they looked so heavy and big... You cupped it, and he hissed, your hand moving slowly to stroke him, "May I?" You asked him softly. He nodded, "Go on, babe...FYI...I'm a little big." You nodded and thought, 'Sure, how big can it be?' As you pulled down his boxers to take his cock out, a bit of fear settled in you...he was big...quite a lot... Dante could read your face; he spoke reassuringly, "It will fit..." You doubted, "Ummmm......"

Dante sighed, "We can stop if you want....." You shook your head, "No!" Dante laughed; he was flustered, and so were you. "Never thought you could be so responsive." You just give him soft strokes in response.

Dante cupped your face, kissing the crook of your neck, curve, and shoulder, coming down to your chest, starting to bite gently and create a trail to your nipple. You moaned as he took your nipple between his teeth and sucked on it gently. You cursed, "Hell… you're so good... Dante..." Your hand kept stroking him, and he hummed in agreement. He trailed his kisses and bites to your other tit and then your stomach... swiping his tongue down to suck on your puffy clit. Your hand on his cock slides off as he dips to spread your holds and lick your clit flat. The tip of his tongue playing with your nub, your legs squeezed around his head, your finger in his soft white hair. You cry as he sucked hard on your clit, "Dante.....umm...just fuck me already..." He smirked, "I just want to make it clear what I want, baby; I know you don't take on cues well." You were frustrated, as your grip on his hair tightened, pushing his head further in your pussy. His sharp nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue fucked your cunt, your legs started to shake. Dante spread them on the table. You beg, "Dante! I'm going to cum!" Dante's chin was already covered with your juices, "Sweet baby....." You looked down at him; he looked so handsome, your hair sticking to your forehead, and you were panting.

Dante stood up. He looked down at you with a smile, leaning down to kiss your lips. "You are sweet..." You cup his face, "Ummm ....Dante....." Your ankles reached either side of his neck, and he held your legs firm. Dante pulled back his face. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable, okay?" You nodded. As he guided his tip to your entrance, he was thick, heavy and long. You squeezed your eyes shut, and he pushed in. It was a stretch; Dante kept caressing your face. He hung his head, his hair framing his handsome face and icy blue eyes. He was like an art, his face contoured in pleasure, brow frowning, a bead forming on his forehead, lips agape. You were mesmerised... He groaned and pushed in inch by inch, "You're so perfect, y/n."

You took your time as he pushed himself all the way in, he stayed there for few second for you to adjust. He clenched his teeth and pants. You moan, "Dante...move...please..."

Dante started to move slowly at first, hitting all the right spots, making you scream his name, and cum, "Dante! Right! Feels so good, going to cum!" Dante increases his pace as he holds legs with a bruising grip. As you came around his cock, it only fuelled him to hit that sweet spot again and again.

You were overstimulated and talking slurred, "Dante....no more....." Dante brought your legs down to let them wrap around his waist and leads down to pepper your face with soft kisses. "Just one more, babe?"

You nodded, your head lulled to the side...he didn't stop. He kept thrusting, pulling all the way out and ramming all the way in, skin slapping skin. He feels his balls tighten and rubs your clit with his thumb to come together. "Do it for me, babe?" You nod hazily and come around him, and he spurts his load in you.. Your legs fall limp, and Dante rests both his hands on the desk on either side of your body...to catch his breath, his head hanging low. You look so pretty, all flustered and blissed out, with his cum dripping out of your cunt and glistening on your inner thighs. He feels hard again. But he can see you need to rest... your eyes were barely open. He leans down to lick you clean.

You push his head away, "No more..." He smiles, "Fine..." Dante wraps you in his coat and carries you upstairs to let you rest in his bed.

JACKPOT!!!

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athenaluciscaelum · 17 days ago

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Can I please get more of second chance

I need the picnic conversation. I need dante being a dad. I need Trish and lady to drop by and immediately spoil the kids even more. I need Nero to drop by, eat one bite of food, and immediately say, "You can do better." And I need the ex to come knocking on the door maybe to try and 'win' her back or maybe just to see his kids and fucking Dante opens the door.

Note: Sorry it took so long. Life happens and I tried. Please let me know how you liked it.

Second Chance - Part 1

Second Chance – Part 2 of 2 Parts

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Pairing: DMC 4 Dante x Fem!Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 4750 words

Warning: Explicit Language, Suggestive Scenes, Mention of Divorce and Domestic Abuse

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It was a Saturday morning, a cosy day. On the upper part of the cafe building was your living space. The twins and your eldest shared a room, and you and your preschooler son slept in another room together. Sometimes, he slept with your eldest. It all depends on his mood. Whether he wants "Mommy or Big Sis", in his words.

You woke up at 5AM and looked at three girls cramped in a room; you sighed... They will need more space as they grow. And your son can't share a room with you forever. You have to think ahead; the cafe was doing well, but you will need to expand. You brushed, showered, wore a blush-pink sundress and put on some makeup... not to hide bruises was a nice change. What else could change?

You went down to the cafe, putting on your apron and putting your hair in a bun... kids slept late during weekends. You brewed a new batch of coffee, started to bake the breads, put the cake sheet in the oven to be baked and cleaned the place. By 9AM, everything was finished and ready, and you were putting out breads in the basket and pastries on the display.

Your customers started to pour in; you put on the notice that you will close at 12PM. Kids were awake, your preschooler was eating his breakfast with your twin daughter on a table in the corner. You and your eldest were serving customers... it was a rush.

You looked at your eldest daughter from behind the counter. Your heart pained at how much emotional and physical baggage your eldest carried on her shoulder. If not for her, you would have never gotten out. A voice in your head speaks, 'It was all your fault,' and you are frozen. Your eldest poked you.

You blinked and asked your eldest, "Sweetie...all of you get dressed; we are going on a picnic, and help your brother, please? I love you!"

By the time it was 12PM. You were closing. You asked Dante to meet you in the central park at 01PM. You went upstairs; the twins are wearing matching pink checkered and lace patch dresses with white stockings and belle shoes. Your preschooler was wearing his shirt with shorts and shoes. Your eldest was in her emo era; she wore a black shirt and leggings. You started to braid the twins' hair one by one. Your eldest likes to wear her hair open these days.

You reached Central Park by 01PM. Dante was in his normal gear; it was absurd, with cowboy boots and everything. But it all made sense together. He took the basket and your son from you. He smiled, "Hey Tyke, come to me; remember me!?" Your son smiled and spoke excitedly, "Dante!" Dante grinned, "That's right!" Dante smiled at your eldest, "Hey, young lady...and little princesses..." Twins giggled. Dante looked at you softly, "Let's go over the end; there is a quiet spot..." You nodded, "Good idea …," and followed him to the end. You placed down your mat and basket. Dante helped you, putting down your son on it, who was now eagerly running around with his balls and dashed.

Dante ran after him, "Hey! Come back!" Twins laughed and ran after Dante. Your eldest sat down on the mat, "Can I go and read under the tree?" You smiled; your eldest deserved this. "Sure...go...just stay in sight, okay?"

Your eldest smiled; she left with her book, phone, and earphones. Your twins and son were climbing over Dante, giving him a hard time in general. He was quite active and energetic, 'Must be his demon heritage...' You thought to yourself.

After a while, Dante was able to tire your son and twins; they came crashing back to the mat, ate their snacks, and dozed off in your lap. Your eldest took her sandwich and ate it at another corner of the park with her books.

Dante looked at your eldest as he ate the focaccia you made for him. He chewed on it happily, "She is at an age where she wants some alone time, right?"

You nodded, "She needs privacy... and time to herself. I'm lacking the ability to provide her both." Dante touched your hand, bringing it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "Hey...don't be so harsh yourself... I have a lot of respect for mothers…" You smiled looking at his handsome face, "Any particular reason?" Dante nodded sadly, "My mother died protecting me and my twin brother from demons when we were eight." You looked at him guilty, "I am so sorry... I didn't know..." Dante smiles. "It's okay...you didn't know...besides...all she wanted from me was to live on...I think I'm doing that just fine..." He had his trademark grin, which masked his pain, and you frowned, putting your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his scruff, "Are you...?" Dante was caught off guard and chuckled, "What? Well, I am alive..." You frowned, "I was alive most of my marriage. Just now I started living a few years back..." Dante sighed. There's no point hiding it from you, right?

Dante relaxed his body on the mat, propping himself on his elbows. Dante looked around at kids playing, couples making out, and dogs; he closed his eyes, letting everything sink in. He looked at you, "You're beautiful...." You smiled, "Not going to work... You are not changing the subject... If you want this to work... you have to be open..."

Dante sighed, "Can't I be open after I don't know? I had a few drinks?" You thought, "That needs all kids in bed..." Dante understood, "Fine, I'm sticking around till all of them are in bed..."

Dante helped you take kids back home; he kept them busy while you cooked. He was on the table with your twins, poking his bottom lip with the end of a pencil, "I can do this!" Your younger twin spoke, "Duh! You're an adult; you should know how to calculate interest..." Dante smirked, "Here is the thing, even if you can calculate interest. A lady with a big gun will come and take all the money you made on your recent job, adding a pile more on your principal amount as collateral damage." Your twin daughters blinked at him. He looked at them thoughtful, "Don't get yourself in debt, kids." He continued to help your twins with math homework. Your son was eating an orange sitting on the kitchen counter, and the eldest was trying to get some alone time in her shared room.

By 10PM, all kids were in bed, and you were drinking wine with Dante downstairs. You could hear them laughing and talking upstairs; they sometimes stayed up late talking or playing in their room. He sneaked in some liquor when the kids were not paying attention. You were a little tipsy by now," Dante smiled,"So...?" You giggled, "How does a demon hunter job work?" You looked at your glass, raising it, the amber liquid in it giving different reflections under moonlight. Dante looked at you; you were talking all silly; it was cute. He explained, "I have my agency, 'Devil May Cry.' You can walk in, call on my number, or contact my agent; his name is Morrison. If you have a password, I take the job, no questions asked; you can pay or not." You giggled, "Password, like? "Abrakadabra!" You made a poof sound, and he laughed, "No...password-like situation involved demon..." You got a little serious. "Ohho...that reminds me...how many demons follow you?" Dante got tense but was honest; you had a right to know. "It was a lot. But as I got stronger, they tried to keep their distance...now I'm the hunter and they are the prey, hence demon hunter." You nodded and thought, "How do they trace you?" Dante sighed, "We demons have a strong sense of smell…" You were tense now, "So they can sniff you here and come here if they want..."

Dante was ready to be thrown out by you; this should happen to someone like him anyway... but suddenly he felt your soft body against him, your arms wrapped around him, your face buried in his neck, and you mumbled, "My God, it must be so tough..." Dante let himself melt in your arms, tears threatened to spill out, "Yeah...it is...I'm scared I will endanger you and your kids..."

You tilted your head, "But they are not your blood." Dante nodded, "Yeah, but they can get to know.... I care about you and the kids. I love you all..."

You froze, you spoke, reflecting on the words, "You love us...." Dante nodded, "Yeah, I do, and if you let me," As you heard that word, 'love,' everything in your mind got static... You were trying to stay calm, but you trembled. Dante hugged you tight. "Hey, Y/N, it's okay..." You started to mumble again and again, "It's all my fault; it is every time!"

Dante didn't know how to handle such a situation; should he hug you? Rub your back? Let you go through it? He didn't want to make it worse. Was he even ready for such a big commitment? He thought to himself about how he saw no hope in life once. But then he met Nero; he got to know someone of his blood existed, and it all made sense, right? Maybe, just maybe, he can get better. He did help Nero. Nero was thankful. Dante didn't turn everything to shit with his cursed self in Fortuna. Nero was glad that Dante was there.

Dante reached out and hugged you back tight...his face in your soft hair, "It's alright, you are fine, you're safe, and I will take care of you and the kids... I don't know how...but I will try... I promise... at least I will be there..." You lift up your tear-filled face, and Dante wipes your tear off.

He smiled, "No more tears...." You buried your face in his chest and nodded.

It was tough to trust any men, but Dante made it easy. And the fact that he made it so easy was the scariest part. Were you forgetting what all of your life taught you? Do you want to be someone's punching bag again? If even for a split second Dante is not what he shows? Even for a bit, then he can take you and your kids out of the life, if he wants. You weren't even sure why you were even thinking that...when you were on the couch in the living room, naked beneath him. While he was hovering over you with his perfect body and hitting your sweet spot deliciously. You muffled your voices; you never knew sex could be this good. You only ever knew it from one man before, and you thought, Maybe it is not something everyone likes, or it was overhyped.

Your eyes rolled back as you came, crying his name softly. Hell, you were so wrong. This was amazing. Dante pulled out from you, tying the condom up and tossing it in the trash can. He pulled you above him as he lay down on the couch. It was so easy for him. You were like a rag doll to him. You curled up on his chest and closed your eyes shut to bask in his warmth, sighing content, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest, his soft white chest hair under your finger.

His fingers running through your hair as he looked up at the ceiling... you pulled yourself up to reach his face. You cupped his face to kiss his lips, cheeks, jaw, neck, and chest. He sighed contentedly, "You can ask for another round..." You smiled up at him, "I am not ..." Dante let his head fall back. "Then we should sleep, or else I might not let you..."

You sighed and settled on him, "Fine..."

In the morning, Dante woke up and left early. You both do not want kids to know anything, as you two were still figuring it out. Especially to understand how dangerous it was to have Dante around.

Dante was usually on some mission at least twice or thrice a month out of the town. Some were a day or two long, and some were a week or more long. It was unpredictable. Sometimes, none for months. But with kids and your business around, it's not like you were ever alone. In fact, it gave you plenty of time to think about everything and have time for your responsibility. It was not an overbearing relationship like your marriage was; it was relaxed and calm. It was natural, not forced.

One afternoon, the kids were in the school, and the cafe was rarely crowded at this time on weekdays. You were sitting on a chair with bills on the table. No way; you can get a bigger place to live.

The bell chimed; Dante walked in. You grinned and ran up to him, "Dante!" You literally jumped at him, and he spun you around like a soldier coming back from war. He smiled, "Missed me?" You nodded... "I did...." He sets you down; the smooth, mellow music in the background made you both move... His hands settled on your waist while your hands rested on his chest as you both slowly danced. You looked up at him, "Long mission, I take?"

Dante spins you, "The usual...someone claiming to be the Demon King, and you know the whole nine yards..." You rested your forehead against his chest. Dante sighed, "Where are the kids? School?" You nodded, "Yeah....." Dante looked around, "Lil Tyke?" You smiled, "Started school last week as well..." Dante remembered, "Right! Want me to pick them up?" You shook your head, "You just came back..." Dante doesn't mind, "So what… I would love to see them..." You understand, he was attached to kids; numerous times he read to your son and twins at night. He took your eldest to her band practices. He helped twins with MMA; he said they were natural. He was more of a father than your husband ever was. Just footing the bills doesn't make one a parent or father. You agreed, "They love to see you as well...twins never stop asking about you and their MMA practice. They are pretty consistent." Dante chuckles, "My warrior princesses..."

Dante kisses your lips and pulls back, "Wait for me?" You smiled back with a blush... This is so silly, you thought to yourself, yet so warm. You went back in the kitchen to prepare for the evening rush in the cafe.

Dante was walking to kids' school; all of them attended the same school. He wasn't even sure if he should associate with you and the kids at all. The internal strife within him is never-ending. But he had failed every time; he ended up in your cafe, home, picnic, and on your couch with you. More time, then he will like to admit.

Dante looked up as he walked; the weather was nice today. Maybe it's a good day to let you relax and take kids out. He collected all four of them from the school and informed you of his plan. He just got paid and had a good amount of cash on hand. Dante was carrying your youngest son in his arms. One of the twins was holding her eldest sister's hands, while another was holding Dante's free hand.

Your eldest looked at Dante, "Where are we going, Mister Dante?" Dante chuckled, "Call me Dante... and we are going to the mall...." The twins' ears perked up. One of them spoke excitedly, "Can I get the sparkly potion maker!?" Dante smiled, "Bath bomb? Sure. We can check out Bath and Body Works..." The other twin tugged on Dante's hand, "I want a sword like you!" Dante looked down at her, "I'm sure we can find one in the toy store..." Your son was asleep in Dante's arms. Your eldest was unsure, "Why mall?" Dante smiled, "I heard someone's favourite band is going to be there live today; you have good taste in music..."

Your eldest's eyes were wide; someone remembered her and her interests. She stopped and hugged Dante tight; the twins did the same. Dante froze; maybe, just maybe, he was doing something right. Your eldest spoke, resting her head on his chest, "Thank you...thank you so much…" Dante patted her head lovingly, "Don't worry...I got you. I promise. I will try my best." It was more of a promise to himself.

Kids and Dante came back home right after the concert and shopping. They were all happily smiling, telling you how much fun they had with Dante as they ate over dinner. You smiled at Dante to thank him. And he just smiled back. It was healing him a lot more than it made kids happy. And he intended to thank you properly for making such a good lot, once the kids were asleep, of course.

Dante and you were on the couch, naked under a sheet. You were sitting in his lap as moonlight illuminated your figure; you looked up at him. "Thanks for today." He kissed your forehead. "Babe, kids need more space; I got plenty." You looked up at him surprised, "Are you sure? You're asking us to move in..." Dante nodded, "I love you and the kids..." You nodded, "Yeah, kids love you too..." Dante caressed your cheek, "But what about Mommy, do you?" You were quiet and looked down. Dante closed his eyes as he rested his chin on your head, "It is hard to dare to love when it was fabricated to manipulate you all your life... Take your tim-"

You were trembling and stuttered, "It is always my fault..." Dante frowned, turning you to look at him; he was so big yet so soft. "No...it was not...you did the best you could..." You shook your head, "It was; I should have never! Never! Stayed for so long... never let him hurt me and the kids so much... I let him shatter my trust in love... I should have never let him break me..."

Dante hugged you tight, rubbing your back. "It's okay...everything is fine now...you're here....please....." You looked at him as you pulled back, "I do love you...but it's so scary." You broke into tears. Dante rubbed your nose to his. "I am scared too... every time I am with you and kids..."

You held his hand tight. "Let's...try not to be scared, okay?" You smiled through tears, and he nodded, "Okay...."

In a month, you moved out of your living space to move to Devil May Cry; luckily, it wasn't far from your cafe. Kids settled in well; they liked the aesthetic of Dante's place. There was plenty of room for kids on the upper floor; you never knew the place was so spacious. Your eldest at last got her quiet and peace. She was quite interested in Dante's old record collections.

Your twins were happy sparring with Dante, while your youngest always talked about weird stuff to Agni and Rudra, who told him some ancient Vedic tale; at least he was learning some history. And Agni and Rudra kept it age-appropriate mostly, though Dante hated their voice for some reason; you always found them funny, and they made your son laugh.

After a week of settling in. You wanted to meet Nero since he mattered so much to Dante. Dante was at first reluctant but caved in when you expressed your desire to accept his only living blood relative, as he accepted your kids.

Nero brought Kyrie and the kids they adopted with him; it was a full house. Dante was in the kitchen trying to make a strawberry sundae for the lot as a way to help you. Nero tried it and laughed, "You could do better."

Dante got defensive, "I'm trying! Besides, it isn't half bad." Kyrie tries to do some damage control and speaks softly, "Dante, it's not that bad." Nero laughed, "It's barely edible." Your eldest shoved a spoonful in her mouth, irritated by Nero's comment, "It is the best! Dad is the best!"

You, Dante, Nero and Kyrie were surprised. Your eldest realised what she said and was flustered, "I-I-I am sorry; it was a slip of the tongue..." Before you can say anything, Dante spoke, "It's okay... It actually felt nice... You can if you want..." You looked at Dante with love and genuine gratitude. Your eldest blinked and nodded; she was all shy, "Dad...." Dante spoke softly, "Yeah..." Your eldest smiled, "Thank you for being there...every time I needed space or care." Dante smiled, "Thank you..."

At the end of the night, Nero left saying, "You are doing better..." It made Dante feel a little bit better about himself.

Everything was going well...way too well, if you say so yourself. The holidays were nice; Christmas was great. New Year was a bash. It was the summer, and you were engaged to Dante by now.

It was nice to know love in which it was not all on your shoulder. It was nice to have someone you could lean on. It was true that Dante was out of town many times, but still, whenever he was there. He made you feel like home; you never felt like home with your ex-husband. Every bite you took, every little thing you used, it was all a favour. His grace is on you and the kids, which he can take away whenever he wants. Your kids and you no longer lived in constant fear of ticking off the time bomb.

It was a calm afternoon. It was sunny, Dante was at his desk reading, you were in your shared bed upstairs after quite an intense night, and the kids were out on a trip with their 'cool aunts', i.e., Trish and Lady. They came and took kids as if they were their own. You never refused them since they made sure kids study and get enough physical activity in. Also, they provided them with a better diet than Dante ever did. Anyway,, kids love their dad; yes, even your youngest was calling Dante 'Dad' now. And Dante loved every bit of it.

Dante was flipping through his magazine when he yawned. He heard someone walk in from the front door... He leaned back in his chair to stretch, "Password...or get lost; I'm not really in a mood for a job."

Dante looked up; it was a broad man, shorter than him. But he looked like he works out. His expression was angry, and the man looked at Dante with hatred. He spoke, looking Dante up and down, "Is Mrs. [your ex-husband's surname] here?" Dante recognised the surname and put two and two together. He didn't even feel the need to give the man much attention; Dante shook his head and spoke nonchalantly, sipping his wine from the bottle, "No...I am sorry...no one here who goes by this name."

The man clenched his fist and spoke with his teeth clenched, "Where is Y/N?" Dante looked up, putting his legs down, his elbow resting on his knee as he looked up to take a look at the man's face. Dante spoke calmly, "She is upstairs and asleep..."

Man was livid but kept his cool as he demanded, "I want to see her... Wake her up and bring her down here..." Dante spoke as a matter of fact with a cool head, "She is asleep. I would not wake her up for you or anyone. I will let her know you dropped by if she wants to see you. Then, we will see. Otherwise, get lost. You are not welcome here..."

Man slammed his hands on the table, his veins on the head popping; he was red with fury. He shouted, "I want to see her! And my kids!" Dante stood up, crossing his arms over his chest; he sighed, "Hit the road...." Dante threw the man out of the door in a flash. The man was out hitting the wall of the opposite building within a split second; he cried, "How dare you!? She is mine! So are the kids! She is my bitch!"

Dante was in front of the man with the ivory barrel stuck on his head; the man felt fear settle in his bones. The man saw something inhumane and red in Dante's eyes, an aura of strength he can't deny. He trembled and stuttered, "Y-Y-You! Won't do this! I'm a c-c-cop! I'm taking this to the court! She is raising my child with a literal mercenary!" Dante sighed, his finger on the trigger, "After years of giving up any claim to kids? Sure, it will make a strong case; go on... Besides, I do pest control. The only difference being, it is pests like you."

You came downstairs and looked at your ex-husband on his knees and Dante with ivory on his head. You walked up to them, and you spoke calmly, "Dante...step back...I can handle this..." Dante did not budge, "Sure...but I'm staying right here..."

You looked down at your ex-husband; he was pitiful. You were disgusted that you were ever afraid of him. He got up on his knees and spoke in venom, "Give me back the fucking ring!?"

You raised an eyebrow, "What ring exactly?" He shouted, "The wedding ring! I want it back..." You spoke coolly, "It's sold... It made up for the child support you refused to give... again in debt?" You looked at him with pity; your ex-husband could see it. He was so used to looking down at you. He hated it. He hated not being able to be the one to control you and the kids. It was all your fault; if you had kept quiet and kept giving him the love, sex, and labour without a question. He would have never hit you. If only you had raised the kids right, your eldest would have never interfered, and he wouldn't have hit her on the head. It was all your fault. If only you had not gone for divorce, no one would have started to suspect his image and slowly started to cut him out socially. It was all your fault. His image was ruined; he now feels lonely, drinks too much, and was suspended from his job for drinking and being violent during an important case. It was all your fault. His life was shit because of you!

Your ex-husband kept looking at you as he thought all this; you were the reason for all his pain. If only you had shut up, his hands were reaching for your neck to squeeze the life out of you. You were caught off guard, but before he could put his hand on you, Dante's rebellion was on his neck, and he stopped, not too deep, just enough to make him bleed. Dante's eyes glared at the man, and he spoke stoically, "Leave...and do not ever come back...do not ever dare to touch her or the kids..."

That was the last day you ever saw your ex-husband again. For all you know, he was regularly suspended for the lack of discipline on duty and was transferred to some shitty town.

A few years later, you were on the aisle again, less nervous this time, with less doubt in your heart and mind. Nero was Dante's best man; your friend was the maid of honour, with Trish, Lady, and Kyrie as your bridesmaids. Lucia was in the front row. And Vergil was your officiator; it was the least he could do, his way of apologising to Dante for all the shit and heartache he put Dante through. Vergil might not accept it, but he knows. Your kids were smiling for you; they chose to be from their dad's side, traitors...

As you exchanged your vows and looked at Dante. Vergil asked Dante, "Do you take Y/N as your wife?" Dante nodded, "I do..." Vergil asked you next, "Do you take Dante, son of Sparda, as your husband?" Dante gave Vergil a look. Seriously, he has to pull that shit? You looked at Dante with a smile, "How many kids do you want?" Dante thought, "Let me guess, one…two…four…" You nodded and giggled, "Then I do!" Dante spun you around as he kissed you...

The End

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