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The most beautiful pearl

That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.

It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.

Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…

“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.

“You do my lady?”, I nod.

“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”

“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”

“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”

“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.

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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.

516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.

“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.

“Damn it…”

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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.

“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”

“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”

Huh?

Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?

“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”

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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.

“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.

“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”

“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“

“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”

I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…

It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.

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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.

You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.

It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.

I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.

“Dana…?”

“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!

…What are you looking at?

My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.

“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”

My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.

“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”

You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.

“!!”

In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.

“D-Don’t look!”

If you do they’ll take you away from me.

“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.

I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.

“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”

Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.

Yes, what I wanted…

What I wanted?

Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.

“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.

“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.

“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”

My hand presses down harder.

“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.

“You don’t know anything…”

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“Dana”

A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.

I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.

She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.

“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”

Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.

The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.

It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.

Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.

A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.

It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.

But then I met you.

The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.

I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.

So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.

I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.

I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-

“UGH!”

I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this…

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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”

You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.

“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”

My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.

“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”

A tear threatens to fall from my eye.

“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”

“Dana I’m sorry-“

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.

Then an idea comes to my mind.

“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”

I grab your face before you can answer.

“!?”

I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.

“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.

I lean in closer and look into your eyes.

“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”

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currently playing through the dmc collab story in pgr and i felt compelled to doodle this very quickly

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Inspired by a post on Twitter so I go and made this. Ref underneath:

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Paring: Obsessed ex!Dante Sparda (DMC3-DMC5) x Demon Hunter!fem!reader

Tags: Smut, making out, PNV!, oral (f! receiving), fem reader is older than dante!(you look younger than him) , dante’s kink of older woman, bit of grinding, dante being a tease, obsessed with you/your body, praise kink, daddy kink, nicknames: baby, angel, sweetheart , darling, some more etc…

Summary: Meeting your ex boyfriend after a few years turns out to be worse than you expected

A/n: This was the winner for the poll I did like days ago. I kinda switched it up by adding dmc5 dante here, but you’ll get the point. Also just to let you guys know it’s a long background about the whole thing before getting into the actual point of this fanfic.

You had a boyfriend, Dante. Sweet guy, a gentleman when he wasn’t fooling around which was rarely. But deep down you always knew it wouldn’t last but he was quite an interesting half breed when you first met him. You do miss that moment you first met him, when he saved your life.

A demon…a big one, it lingered over you. The size was huge, not even a demon hunter like yourself could kill it. You don’t even think anyone could. The demon’s teeth were huge like a shark’s. You could’ve sworn you prayed at that moment. Your guns were thrown away from your reach. Was this your end? It’s a shitty one too. You didn’t even get your pay yet…

The demon started to come close to you as you shut your eyes and accept your fate at that point.

“Hey! Look who came out to play.”

You heard a voice echoing from afar. You opened your eyes to see a human holding two guns coming close to you. You couldn’t see the figure but the only thing you saw was a bullet flying through the demon’s head. It then flopped to the dirty ground. You look up to see a guy with white hair, red coat, shirtless, and with a smug smirk. At least he saved you.

“Oh my god. Thank you so much, you saved my life…” You tried not to act too scared but inside, you were shitting your pants.

“I know, hear that a lot” He said putting away his two guns that had a very unique design.

So he’s hot and cocky?

You awkwardly laugh. Which he caught onto, so he then he looked up at you with a gentle smile.

“So what’s a pretty lady like yourself doing out here by yourself? You know you could’ve been dead by now.” He said as he wiped down his red leather coat.

“Pretty lady? I’m flattered but i do have a name you know. Also I would still be alive, i’m a demon hunter.” You said, knowing you’re lying about the being alive part.

“Demon hunter…right.” He paused. “So what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Tell me yours.” You said as you walk over to get your guns that were tossed.

“Can’t you tell? I’m the one and only, Dante.” He said with his grin ear to ear.

“Dante…aren’t you the son of Sparda?” You questioned him before walking away from the scene as he followed you.

He continued to ask for your name as you gave it to him after a while of walking away from him and chatting about his whole background. “Y/N…cute name, do you have a phone number so I can keep in touch with you?” He said trying to hit on you.

“Sorry, I don’t date half breeds” You teased which he liked. You know he’s half demon and human since he was yapping about his whole background like a nighttime story.

Then you remembered something. “Wait…how old are you…?”

“uh. How old are you?” He barked back.

“25.” Looking at him suspiciously.

“Y-Yeah…i’m 27.” It’s so obvious he lied, in reality he was 19 but he really does look age he said at first. Maybe demons just look older.

That’s the background story how you met him. After days of talking to him, he was a funny guy. Even started dating, 2 years. But you guys had a terrible argument which ended it all those years of trust and love.

You were sitting on the couch, still waiting for him. 4:00am read the clock. He’s always out at things he calls ‘missions’, you hated waiting for him which was one of the reasons you broke it off. But overall, when he came back you guys had a whole ass argument of relationships, quality time, and blah blah blah…

“This isn’t working out…” He said as he put away his rebellion sword plus his ebony and ivory guns.

“I can see that. Look just promise me you’ll spend more time with m-”

He cuts you off. “I clearly said this isn’t working out, don’t you get the hint? We’re breaking up.”

“What…?Are you serious? You’re giving up on us? The relationship we build together…?” Your heart broke.

He didn’t respond but you knew what he meant was right. This wasn’t going to work out…he knew and so did you but you didn’t want to accept it.

“It’s for the best…and especially yours.” He said sitting in his chair before putting his feet on top of his desk. Making the magazines of woman fall off the desk.

“Mines? I didn’t ask for this.” You said keeping your stand.

“Well I’m doing this for us, besides I care about you, Angel.” Angel?! The audacity of this man to call you this in the middle of an argument.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You don’t care about me!” Tears start flowing in your eyes.

“What…” That’s all he said.

“Oh fuck off with that bullshit.” Tears flow down to your cheeks. He still didn’t say anything like if he was shocked by all of this.

“I’m doing this for you,” So you’re the problem? “I absolutely care about you, I love you for god sake’s-”

“If you loved me you wouldn’t be breaking up with me!” You said as tears flow down.

“I do! I really…I-care about you, I know what’s good and bad for you-”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice trembled, eyes red and puffy. Your lips tremble with those words before walking towards the door to leave.

“At least understand why….” You didn’t hear what he said as you close the doors. You walk off, the last thing you saw was the bright red sign reading ‘Devil May Cry’ as the rain poured down as you walked off. He didn’t even chase after you which was surprising.

Now you get the idea, I mean who else would be pissed off to find out their loving boyfriend broke up with them because they wanted ‘the best for them’, what?!

Besides those thoughts, you been doing many other important things in your life. Who cares about a half breed demon. I mean it’s been years since he even contacted you so did he even care?

Why are you thinking of all of this? Maybe because you’re way hungover for this. You’re fighting a demon right now. It’s been a while since you done a solo mission by yourself since you always have someone around like Dante.

“Bang!” You shot it but at what cost.

The demon managed to couple of blood out of you. A fucked ass arm and a hungover, you shouldn’t have gotten out with your friends last night…tequila, shots, beers. You didn’t even know you had a job offer until your client told you this afternoon.

Walking back home from another mission, you have to patch yourself up. There’s a trail of blood as you walk to your house, your arm hurts. Your body is so cold too…you feel like you’re about to pass out. Your visions is getting blurry too, the moon is even hurting your eyes you might as well fall on the dirty cold floor…-

It smells disgusting like rotting food

“You awake?”

You heard a voice but it sounded like an old raggedy man. You groan and you’re disgusted by the smell at this point.

“I’ll take you back to my place, sorry for putting you near the dumpster.” Chuckled.

You know that chuckle…it can’t be? can it? You lifted up your head to see you were laying on the ground next to the dumpster but even more worse for who was next to you. Dante. You quickly got up wiping and patting yourself since you were on the dirty floor, you’re such a germaphobic.

“D-dante…?” You were faced with the same old dante from years ago and I mean years ago...his beard is stubble as his hair looks outgrown. He looks around his late 50’s. But damn did he look good.

“Yeah that’s me.” He couldn’t help but stare at your panties that were revealing its self in front of him because your skirt was riding up.

“What-how-when-” He cut you off.

“I don’t feel like explaining, just know I was in hell. Literally.” He said before looking you up and down, you knew he wasn’t good at hiding anything like that.

After many pleads from him to patch you up, you give up and agree. He took you to ‘Devil May Cry’, You haven’t been there since…well since that happened. When the doors creaked open is when the whiff of pizza hits you. Of course, it’s a mess inside, pizza boxes stacked and scattered everywhere some of them were empty or half empty, who cares but it’s a whole ass mess.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were coming, ya know.” He gave you a goofy grin as he grabbed some wipes and alcohol pads to clean you up. He let you sit on his chair where his desk is, located in the middle of his ‘office’ before he kneed down, preparing to take care of your bleeding wound.

“Yeah…so um, how old are you Dante, haven’t seen you for a long time, got some catching up to do.”

“43.” He said as he wipes the alcohol pad on your open wound making you whine and squint your eyes. Guess he liked it since he let out a chuckle before giving you a shushing sound.

“Woah you look-”

“Old? Yeah. But you like this don’t you?” He was testing you but you did indeed like him like that. Him looking so much older is such a guilty pleasure. You didn’t respond back but he and you knew he was right.

“So i’m guessing you’re 49?” How does he know after so long? After a moment of silence. He wiped down the wound for the final time before tossing away the bloody wipe on the ground like those pizza boxes on the floor. You nod at his guess, which he smirked.

“You don’t look a day over 30, you look quite young still.” He said caressing your thigh like if he had this planned. “I seen you a lot around, never got the chance to speak to you after many years, you know a guy like me misses a beauty like you.” He said before squeezing your thigh.

“What? were you stalking me or something?” You said jokingly as you looked down to his hand squeezing your thigh.

“Yeah.” He said not even looking at you which was the a sign he was telling the truth. “I missed you, I mean who wouldn’t miss a girl like yourself. You’re so sweet, beautiful and most importantly older.” He said as his hand went more further up your thigh making you shiver. “Come back to me, Sweetheart.” Sounded more like a command than plead.

“Dante, I can’t just do that, I barely even met up with you, don’t even know-” Again with his cuts off. “Don’t even know what? I’ll tell you anything, just suffocate me with those thighs.” Putting both hands on your thighs squeezing them harder the more desperate he gets. “Excuse me?” You said, not expecting him to say that.

“You don’t get it, fuck. I fucking love you, seeing you fight and kill those demons in that tight skirt is just a blessing, you’re begging to be fucked.” The words coming out of his mouth can’t be real.

“Are you on something? I think you’re eating too much pizza, you’re going wacky.” You said before his hands go more up to your bands on your panties. “No, I think I should be eating you out instead of those crappy pizzas.” His eyes are full of lust, it’s even spells it out, ‘L.U.S.T.’ He looks so prepare for this. “You’re out of your mind.” You said as you looked down at him, still kneeing down to you. “Well I don’t see you pulling away.” He has a point. He pulls you closer by grabbing you by your ass. You yelped.

He gets up to get close to your neck. Slightly grazing it with his teeth, he’s like that vampire in Twilight. He even licks his tongue. “Tell me you want this, baby, please.” He keeps pleading when you took long to respond. “Please, I want it, Want it D-dante.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. How long has it been that a man hit on you? Well some but not someone like Dante. No one can compare to him.

He digs his teeth in your neck. You moan and slight roll your head back. “Love it when you make cute sounds for me, darling~” His voice getting more needy. He takes off your skirt in one move. He then carries you up like bride getting carried by their newly wedded husband. He puts you onto of his desk, so desperately. “Take off your panties.” He commands before you bark back, “You do it.” He smirks but doesn’t complain, putting it off in one swift move. “Cute panties.” He says holding them up but tossing them along with your skirt. Then eyeing your pussy, looking at it like if he’s hit the jackpot at a casino.

“Have you been fucked by anyone else but me, baby? Be honest…” He said rubbing against his clothed hard-on against your puffy lips. “Y-yeah.” Is all you mumble out as the grinding is already enough to make you come based on how needy you are. “Were they as good as me? I know it’s been quite some time but I’m still good as I was in my prime.” He said pushing his hard clothed dick against your slick pussy.

“No, never. No one can be as good as you~” You said before touching your clit, rubbing it. “You’re all nice and wet for me?” He let out an ‘aww’ when you rubbed your clit faster when he palmed his hard dick, begging to be freed from his pants. “Rub it, pretend it my hand giving that sweet pretty pussy some attention, come on darling.” After you looked so close to coming, he grabs your hands before you finish off and he licks them clean, humming.

“Want me to finish your mess, baby?~” He offered as you nod so eagerly. “So needy, my sweet angel so needy for her daddy?” He said knowing he loved being called that even though you’re older than him. “Mhm…” You nod more. He digs his head in between your thighs, that’s when he starts. Oh god. This feels like heaven, his tongue lapping around your clit before going in. You even start squirming, his stubble beard grazing your pussy as his head gets pushed in more by you. You moan out his name even ‘daddy’ when he hits your g-spot. Your hands even tugging of his hair whiling pushing his head more and more.

“So fucking good, pussy so good, tasted so many but yours is…heaven’s treat.” His tongue is hitting you in right spots, you swear you saw stars the more closer you got. You saw him lift up his head to get some air, your slick juices and his saliva dripping to his chin. God…the way his stubble beard is wet and covered in you in such a turn on. When he goes back in it’s like he’s a starving man, spreading your pussy with his hand. “Gonna come.” You mange to say. “Come in my mouth, baby, i’m so ready.” After one more hit to your g-spot you comed in his mouth which he managed to sallow, he even laps around your pussy one more time to make sure he didn’t waste any of your juices.

He pulls in you for a kiss. You can taste yourself on him, but he makes it sexier. The way his tongue he used on your pussy is so good in your mouth too. He grinds his angry hard-on against you so much that he might as well come right now if he wanted too. He pulls away to see a string a saliva separating you two as you breath heavy while he smirks.

He wipes off the saliva on his chin and beard with the back of his hand. He then unbuckles his pants so quickly at the speed of light, pulling them down and tossing it with your skirt and panties. His boxers were black with some white in them since his pre-come was leaking out of them. “Gonna make daddy come already.” He teased giving his dick a couple of strokes, it so fucking huge. You wish you could suck on it, maybe some other day. His angry red tip and white pubic hair is like seeing heaven’s trophy.

He takes off your shirt, seeing your bra which was a matching set with your panties he tossed. “What are you? 38D? 38C?” Prevy but so god damn hot. He takes off your bra and looks at the tag to see he was right. “Fucking huge, all this for me~” He takes one of your nipples in his mouth while he cups the other one. He bites down making you squirm and whine. Be sucks hard on them makes hickeys on your breast, neck, and lower abdomen (plus more) . He laps his tongue in circle around your nipple before motor-boating in between your chest. He praises your body and other parts too, saying that he’s been blessed.

“Please put it in~ please~” You begged which he doesn’t do. “Sorry but I can’t hear you.” He teased, giving you a couple tries to correct yourself which he landed on, “Please daddy, put your dick in me~” which is the one he nodded to. He places himself in between you. “Gonna pound this pussy so good, you’ll forget any other’s man before me…” He said putting his dick in, such a perfect fit. It hits your cervix in the right spot as he thrusts back and forth. The empty pizza boxes and magazines of sexy woman getting knocked down by you as the desk moves the more quicker his thrust gets.

Thrust!

Thrust!!

Thrust!

All of that felt so good, it made you arch your back as you moaned out his name. He squeezed your breast like some stressed ball, it even made hand marks on it which the adds hickeys he had when he sucking on them before. “You missed me? Missed my dick in your pretty pussy, remember how you used to be embarrassed dating a younger guy like me.” You nod, it was embarrassing telling your friends you were dating a younger guy back then. Well at least people said he looked older which he still does. A 19 year old with a 25 year old even worse that he was half human and half demon, sometimes his demon form (Devil trigger/Sin devil trigger) would activate and his dick would grow so much as it was already hitting your cervix not even being half in…it was quite odd. Now here you years later, fucking your ex boyfriend, now he has you under him. 43 years old and being this hot, he aged like fine wine.

His dick deep in you. “I’m trying my hardest not to turn on my demon form, you know that, sweetheart?~” He said as he thrusts more faster, oh my lordddd….demons are so good at fucking. It feels like you’re on cloud 9. “F-…oh fuck, gonna come” He said as he thrusted more faster as you dig your nails into his back making indents, you just got your nails done too. His back was probably bleeding but who cares? Pain just fuels his pleasure more. “Come with me, Baby~ Come on my dick~ Be a good girl for daddy~” He groaned out before burying his dick in you spilling his cum inside. Your walls clenched around him too as you came all over his dick. All white, sticky and warm, his loads are large. Dick twitching inside you as he sucks on your breast, still has his hand marks and hickeys on it.

He chuckles, before pulling out his now soft dick out. His cum and yours oozing out of your wasted pussy. He looks at it before shoving it back inside, licking the extra on his fingers. “Such a good girl for me, Angel.” He said caress your thighs. “Ya know, I was trying my hardest not to active my devil trigger, could have been worse, stupid human anatomy.” He said before capturing your lips again, he kisses your forehead. “I hate you, half breed.” You said teasing, which he then says, “I’m your half breed, forever.” He was probably the most crazy ex you had. He knew your whole thing, obsessive but he was damn hot I guess it’s worth it but that wound still hurts…

Maybe part two with his Devil Trigger/Sin Devil Trigger activate, lmk! (I wrote all of this at 1am so sorry for grammar mistakes)

@notvenomsnake 2025! Do not copy or try to copy!

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More Demon Hunters content! Here’s Jinu aura farming from the funniest scene in the movie.

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precious time

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Happy Valentine's Day!

I made a video of dante x you!

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「四位已等候多时，那么你的选择是？」

The theme agreed with my friends this time is "Dating"So, choose the man you love to spend time with you ~

Actually, today is my birthday. Maybe I can get a "Happy Birthday"？🥺🌹

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Doodling the Spardas

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