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“flop blog” to you. I think 7 notes on my shitpost is a wilding success actually

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i think im gonna push back snakes and ladders chapter 20 to this coming friday since its almost done, but also post paroxysm chapter 2 on saturday and hit yall with a double upload

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another low effort sal meme

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sneakity peekity at chapter 20 of snakes and ladders

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helloooo ^^ I've been kinda sick the last few days with a bit of a head cold and was wondering if I could maybe request something with Dante, Vergil, or even Nero taking care of a sick reader? it can be just sweet or can be frisky cuz uhh fun fact your body overproduces white blood cells when sick and yknow what else is made of filtered blood cells? slick (/ v \) absurd but true. whether u answer or not have a lovely day your writing is wonderful~

PAIRING: Nero/Reader. WARNINGS: Sick!Reader, Fluff. WORD COUNT: 1,435.

A/N: thank you for the request! picked nero this time around to be flexible and i actually had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you and i hope you enjoy!

DMC MASTERLIST

Putting it mildly… you felt like straight shit.

Firstly, your head continued to pound, pound, pound, so much to the point that any type of light in your face made you groan and whine as you could only shove your face into a pillow to relieve it. Secondly, your nose was so runny and raw where you’d kept it shoved into (lying!) soft tissues, it even hurt to wiggle it an inch as you were forced to breathe through your mouth for the time being while your lips cracked and lungs suffered from all the build-up. And finally, your throat was so rough and aching from your coughing, you felt like you’d already spit up all your lungs somewhere on your bed – which also made your head hurt even worse when you combined it with the rampant sneezing you’d do every six hours that made your throat throb from… God, it had been nothing but sneezing, coughing, and groaning for a good forty-eight hours, as it practically felt like you were all but on your damn death bed.

So yeah, it was suffice to say you were pretty fucking sick, and, even then, it just felt like some measly head cold amped up to eleven. So measly you were all but cocooned into your many covers (courtesy of your boyfriend’s Mother Hen attitude the moment you started to cough), stacking up empty tissue boxes next to your bed as you continued to use them one by one, and then quite a few cold medicine bottles began to overtake your nightstand as the two days progressed as you all but confined to your bedroom in, ‘Maximum Quarantine’ (or whatever the Hell Nero was calling it) and stuck watching shows that your head hurt too much to even focus on. And even thinking about it made you groan, turning over onto your back as you stared upwards to the ceiling in hopes your ‘gallant hero’ came bursting through the door with the remedy…

And the remedy being –

“Hey, I got your soup – Chicken Noodle, just like you asked.”

A hum vibrated your throat at the familiar voice, watching Nero slide through the bedroom door with a sigh as he removed his hood from his head and shook his silver hair free of rainwater – away from you at least too. Drowsily you watched as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, placing the bowl down on your nightstand as he sighed and scratched the back of his head, “Started raining like Hell and I had to fly here to make sure it stayed warm…”

Warmth spread throughout your chest at the words, and when you smiled up at him you wished you could’ve laughed as his ears tinged red and he looked away in embarrassment. “You’re the best.” And you meant that.

Nero’s eyelashes fluttered at the praise, then you watched him slightly grin as he rose one eyebrow at you before pointing at the bowl, “Need me to feed you?”

“Absolutely not.” If rolling your eyes didn’t hurt your head so bad, you would’ve done it at the tease.

He laughed before he raised his hands in surrender, “Alright, alright,” he moved to slip his hands underneath your back, helping you sit up as he propped one of the pillows up behind you so that you didn’t slink back into the mattress. Once you were situated he handed you the bowl with a towel placed underneath to not burn your hands, then tapped your forehead affectionately with the same grin, “But I’m gonna run you that bath still. You kinda need it.”

Yeah, there was no secret to how ragged and nasty you might’ve looked, but he didn’t have to rub it in. You picked up the spoon as you blew on soup within it before you sighed, “Gee thanks.”

“Anytime.” A wink was thrown towards you before he moved to your ensuite bathroom, the sound of the bathtub’s faucet running making your ankles roll as you decided to eat as quickly as you could if it meant getting Nero back to your side.

You’d been freezing since he left for your soup, Nero’s body heat something you cherished in the chill of the Winter and Summer since he liked to blast the air conditioning at sixty-five due to his unnatural body temperature, and the thought of a hot bath sent chills down your body. It’d been since you’d gotten sick since you’d taken one or a shower as well, not having any motivation or strength in your body to so as you were practically confined to the bed, and if Nero was willing to drop you into one… Well, you weren’t complaining.

“Done already?” Nero’s voice made you refocus as you zoned out on the T.V. again, your soup gone as he took it from you and readied his arms to pick you up.

“Mm,” you hummed your confirmation, sighing as he lifted you without any restraint into his arms as if you were a bride, and letting you rest your throbbing head onto his chest as your clogged nostrils were able to pick up the scent of your laundry detergent on his shirt. Nero also smelled faintly of rain and oakmoss, a sign he’d been outside but all the more soothing for your head, and you nuzzled your cheek into his chest as he carried you to the bathroom, “You don’t have to take care of me like this, y’know.”

A rumble in his chest met your ear, and he tightened his hold on you, “Isn’t that part of the job as a boyfriend? ‘In Sickness and In Health’?”

A wet scoff left you, your face burning from more than your illness as you pinched his shirt lightly, “That’s Marriage Vows, Nero.”

Nero snorted before his lips skimmed over the top of your head, “Whatever, I didn’t listen much during Sunday Service.” Nothing else was said as he sat you onto the sink’s counter, helping you peel off your pajamas until you were nude and in his arms again as he let you dip your toes into the bathwater to make sure the temperature was hot enough to suit your needs. You nodded to him your consent, then so gently and so slowly Nero lowered you down into the tub until you were submerged up to your shoulders, watching you sigh as you scooted lower into the scalding water. “You good?” he asked after a moment, crossing his arms atop the rim of the tub as he lowered his chin to set there.

You couldn’t but sigh again, warm and cozy in the water as you watched Nero dip a finger in experimentally, “Mhm.”

“Need a sponge bath?”

Flicking water at him, a laugh mixed with a wet cough left you as he ducked out of the way and jogged towards the door to give you your privacy, his own smile on his lips. “Get out before I sneeze on you again!”

Some time later he was back (and not his first time either… he’d been periodically checking in on you as you bathed), and then you were wrapped up in a big, fluffy towel as he carried you back to the bedroom – to which he had cleaned while you bathed. He left you to it as you had enough energy to dress yourself, snatching one of his shirts and your own pajama pants before you crawled back into bed (with clean sheets and covers!) and waited on Nero to finish his shower. Thankfully he wasn’t long for your freezing and longing body, crawling in next to you as you immediately rolled over to stick your face into his neck free of worrying he’d get your illness as well – a perk to dating a quarter-demon since he couldn’t get sick like you could. Nero sighed as his arm curled around you, his hold tightening on you before a hand skimmed over the side of your cheek.

“You look better already…” he mused, tucking a forefinger under your chin before teasingly squeezing your cheeks together. You mumbled your whine, fingers fisting in his shirt as your cheeks burned from his closeness, and then you knew he was leaning down for a kiss. A kiss you really wanted after two days of sickness, but you could feel it coming on before you could even warn him.

“Wait, Nero, I have to – Achoo!”

The six hours were up, and you sneezed a few more times afterwards.

“…”

“...Nero, I’m sorry.”

“No, because we’re both about to get right back in the bathtub.”

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🗨️ RAW

PAIRING: Caleb/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Masochistic!Caleb, Light Masochism, Dry Humping, Biting, Established Relationship. WORD COUNT: 5,198. SUMMARY: Perhaps he was just privy to keep that secret about him... Too bad you'd always find out everything there was to do with him.

A/N: i need to snatch caleb's soul actually

LADS MASTERLIST

To you, it was nigh impossible to ever catch him off guard, but you supposed if someone were to ask Caleb the same question, the answer would differ heavily.  

A full moon had arched itself in the sky by the time you arrived to his home in Skyhaven, nearly rolling your eyes that you no longer needed validation to step onto the premises and a device had all but scanned your features and recognized you the moment you walked on to it and proudly announced your arrival (courtesy of Caleb you knew, after the last time anyone questioned you he took it to heart it’d never happen again). However, it wasn’t like it was a planned appearance – in fact, you weren’t supposed to see each other for another few days, but Caleb had neglected to return your calls for a good few hours and the impulsive burn within you was on your way to Skyhaven the moment you were connected to his voicemail more than once. Your shorts were nearly up your ass as you smoothed them down over your butt and frowned as you made way towards to his door; was he rubbing off on you? No, you told yourself, you answered when he called, but you were beginning to feel more and more obsessed over him than you would’ve rather died than to admit.

Especially to Caleb. You could go without the self-satisfied smile and imaginary tail slamming so hard into the ground behind him it broke over the fact you were so obsessed with him. You’d never hear the end of it…

There was no difficultly to getting into his home, your face already registered there as well and entryway’s dim light still being on was the proof you needed to know that he was home. Your jaw set and you thought heavily of being infatuated enough that you demanded his location and checked it on the daily, then you calmed yourself down as you stepped inside – there was a strong chance he might’ve been just sleeping, you were known to your own long sleeping fits and he was understandable of them, it was only fair for you to do the same. Still, you scowled and shut his door behind you, he could’ve at least called.

“Caleb?” you called out, gently setting your purse onto the table next to the entryway before you slowly walked in further after slipping your shoes off, keeping your wits about you in case he wasn’t there at all. It was doubtful that it would be anyone else though, no one would dare try and break into Caleb’s home – especially regarding the Colonel status. However, everything seemed in place, and an opened bottle of water on the countertop of his kitchen was proof enough that Caleb was home, and then you got annoyed over the idea that he was ignoring you as you picked up the pace and moved further within to his living room.

An intake of breath near the right of you made the hair on your neck rise to attention – the cushion of his couch moving as you whipped around to the noise then sighed at sight of large silhouette you knew all too well sitting atop the couch – him having just watched you the entire time as you peered around for him. He was shrouded in the darkness, the only shine coming from the moonlight reflecting off his windows, and slumped on the couch with an arm curled protectively around his midriff – shirtless, and his sweatpants hanging low on his waist with red stained along the waistband of them. Caleb was nothing short of observant, he probably knew you were in Skyhaven the moment you landed and was told you were there, and the sight of his phone’s light illuminating his bicep opened to the various call logs with your name and picture there, he knew you were coming the moment he didn’t answer your call.

You could only inwardly sigh. Would there ever be a time you’d catch him off guard?

An assumption could be made that you had at that moment in time, hearing the low sigh rumble in his chest as he stretched one leg out and removed his hand from his side, letting you see the cloth dyed in his blood and the laceration along his flesh he was keen keeping on hidden. That was why he wouldn’t answer, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his annoying behavior of keeping shit like that hidden from you and he was trying his damnedest to clean it up before you waltzed through the door. A small smirk threatened to break across your face though – you had caught him off guard. He wasn’t thinking you’d show up at all if he didn’t answer.  

Caleb hummed and your neck prickled at the burn of his eyes on your bare legs, saving the sensation for a later time as he leaned back in his spot and tipped his head backwards to lie against the back of the couch. The new position let his chest come into view of the moonshine – sheened with sweat and blushing in his frustration before his Adam’s apple bobbed with a very heavy swallow. “Hey.” Was his eventual greeting, your teeth biting into the inside of your lip as you eyed him and his statuesque form, then you squinted at the exhaustion seeping into his voice making him breathy and disgruntled.

Partly you were worried over his injury, and the other part of you was in relief that he was fine, but slightly annoyed he hadn’t thought to perhaps call you if he needed any help. “You didn’t answer my call, so I came here,” you replied flatly, slowly inching towards his obscured figure as you silently closed the distance between the two of you until it was nothing thinning thread of moonshine between your forms. A trick of the light made you think you saw the corner of Caleb’s mouth twitch upwards, before you completely lost focus and instead watched the necklace that laid between his pectorals rise and fall with his long breaths.

“Got caught up. Nothing I can’t handle though,” he sighed, his leg bouncing in its place the longer you took to stand close to him. The moon being the only source of light that saturated through his windows was making it difficult to get a read on his body language, that and his head being tipped back didn’t let you see his expression or his eyes, but to your knowledge the cut there on his side seemed to be the only thing bothering him. You zeroed in on the medical kit sitting next to his other thigh, having to come stand right in-between his spread legs before you saw the shine of his violet eyes a mere second later when you didn’t answer him, “You should make yourself comfortable while I deal with this.”

‘Deal with this’. And he wasn’t even trying any longer.

Caleb had motioned towards the side where the medical kit wasn’t, your lips thinning as you decided to not listen to that and sit on the side where the tear in his skin continued to slowly bleed. And he sighed heavily when you did so. “You’re bleeding.”

Air pushed itself out of his nose – a condescending laugh. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Finally, you relaxed with a hum, reaching forward as you pinched at his cheek and grinned when his lips lifted at the tease, “Don’t be a smartass, give it to me.” With your other palm outwards as your fingers skimmed along his jawline for soothing caress, you curled your fingers for him to hand you the medical kit, seeing as he was getting absolutely nowhere.

As expected, Caleb didn’t budge, and the half-assed excuse that came afterwards was one you’d heard way too many times to the point he was beginning to sound like a broken record. “I don’t want you here thinking you have to take care of me.”

“Who said I do?” you challenged him, not moving from your spot next to him and staring him down until he finally caved in. And it wasn’t but seconds later that he did, the weight of the medical kit in your hand the same time he sighed and lifted his arm up on the back of the couch to let you inspect his injury better. All he needed was a good cleaning and then a stitching, keeping your laugh in at the hot, suck of air he did the moment you pressed an alcoholic pad to the wound and teasing him as you went, “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t dreamed of me being your own personal nurse.”

Unfortunately, Caleb didn’t even budge at the flirting, your eyes peeking up through your eyelashes to see the jaded expression cross over his face before the hard set of his jaw followed after. His lips twisted into a grimace and then his other arm threw itself over his eyes – shielding himself from any vulnerability he was longing to not let you get a glimpse of. His voice followed a lapse of silence, “It’s not that, it’s –”

“Caleb.” The firmness in your tone made him pause, your fingers no longer working on the thread and needle so close to his skin, and you waited until you saw the look come from eyes, heavily endowed in violet crescents underneath them, meeting yours before you even decided to continue, “How about you rely on me for a bit?”

For as long as you two had known each other, Caleb was a demander. And not so in the sense that he was constantly asking you to do things for him, no, Caleb was a demander in always wanting to be the one that did things for you. The whole, “Let me be there for you always.”, “You don’t need anyone else to rely on but me.”, and, “I can do everything.” acts were exhausting at times, and you knew Caleb meant well when he relayed those phrases to you, but there were times when he wouldn’t take himself into account. You wanted to know you were there as well, not everything had be something Caleb needed to fix himself and it all got magically better for the both of you – he could rely on you too, and you could mend whatever was broken for him at times and balance out the need and want to be that pillar of strength you both needed to be for each other.

Neither of you would get anywhere if you didn’t mutually share to be there for one and another.

After another long moment of tender silence, you shifted closer to him and noticed that he was just staring — suddenly solid as if he was just then realizing how close you two were to each other and your fingers still continued to brush against his side attentively. Caleb’s breathing had slowed down, the expanse of his chest rising and falling in much slower and softer intervals, and you felt all but exposed the longer he just watched you. He had a habit of doing that; staring as much as he liked at you until you got annoyed enough to groan and shove your hand in his face to force him to stop, and usually those times were him just finding ways to annoy you and then following up with some corny line, yet that time it was as if you were gazing into the dilated pupils of a ravenous hunter with its prey set just within its sight. You’d seen that stare one too many times, usually in bouts when you had your hand in his pants or his were up your shirt, but you could see anything about what you had said or done that might’ve warranted that type of reaction of him…

Had you set him off unintentionally?

Eventually, Caleb blinked and looked away, the shade in his eyes dissipating as he did so and the usual lightness you were accustomed to making its return when he casted his gaze towards the moon. The moonlight reflected off of them as his body relaxed, his shoulders slumping and a long sigh leaving his throat as he lulled his head onto the back of the couch once more – the acceptance to let you take care of him for once as you lightly smiled before returning to your work. Maybe he’d realize having you dote on him was something he needed rather than wanted, your fingers deft and quick as you continued to sow the cut on his side shut, glad for once he was deciding to sit there and shut up before trying to act like such a big man who needed to do everything himself.

However, Caleb was apparently antsy – or bored as the back of his knuckles began to distractingly rub along your upper arm as you worked. “So…” You braced yourself, the sing-song tone making your eyebrow twitch as you prepared yourself for whatever he was going to say, and snagged the inside of your cheek in-between your teeth as you maintained focus on his wound. “I didn’t answer your calls and you immediately came here?”

You knew he’d bring that up. “Don’t sound so cocky.” A mischievous tilt to your mouth had him laughing softly, your heart skipping at the noise as you finally got that Caleb back you’d been waiting for, and then you had to fight back your own laugh whenever he switched to ghosting his fingers along your arm and teasing them up your shirt sleeve. “You would’ve done the same.”

“Mmm.” The conformation made your legs break out into goosebumps, the throaty rumble so close to your ear you couldn’t help that the warmth in your chest slightly dipped down into your lower abdomen as it followed. You shook it off though, your stitchwork nearly done as he continued to talk with a longing sigh written in his words, “You gonna ask what happened?”

“No,” you said boringly, glancing up at him a small smirk when he gave you an offended side-eye before you sighed and reached forward to fondly muss his hair up with your hand, “Even Caleb can make mistakes.”

Caleb laughed fully then, his shoulders shaking as he did so, and you couldn’t help but grin at the appearance of his smile and pink returning to his cheeks while you watched him do it. He shook his head after his humor died down, the murmur reaching your ears making them hot and your heart throbbing at how adoring he sounded as he said it. “Even Caleb makes mistakes…”

A snort left you after, focusing back on his side until you were done and wiping any of the excess blood off of his skin, “There. You’re all patched up, you big baby.” And, in your brief stupor, without even realizing it, you followed up that statement with a very brief slap to his side to accentuate your sentence, then Caleb’s reaction had made you sit there and finally realize where you had hit him lightly enough to gander that soft of noise from him.

You had slapped your hand down onto Caleb’s freshly stitched wound.            

Yet, the reaction (and sound) you procured from that accident had not been one you thought you’d ever receive.

The grunt wasn’t necessarily unusual to hear from Caleb – he grunted when he did his morning push-ups, he grunted in his sleep, and he grunted whenever you asked if he was hungry and wanted the same thing you did. However, it was the frequency of the grunt; the octave from which it came from that had you pausing and your ears ringing when you understood what type of grunt it was. You’d heard it plenty of times before, a deepened grunt in your ear with your thighs squeezing his waist before it tapered off into something a little more high-pitched – a grunt full of complete pleasure branching itself off into a whine ladened desperation to have more.

He had just then made that same noise you were used to hearing panted into your skin with the weight of his fingers pulling on your hips to push himself further into you whilst you tightened yourself around him.

It wasn’t something of pain, it was born from pleasure.

You had immediately retracted your hand away the moment you realized that you had potentially harmed him, clasping your hands together in your lap as you eyed him warily in case the stitch broken and began bleeding as he grumbled through the pain, yet neither instances came and instead something else entirely began to flood your body at the scene. Caleb’s breathing had sped back up, no longer heady with breaths of pain as he tried to mend his own wound, but the same panting you were used to whenever you had your mouth on his neck and bit and sucked various hickeys into his flesh. And when he reopened his eyes too look at you (pupils dilated and cheeks tinged in pink), they were completely glazed over with the same yearning emotion in them when he kissed his way up your thighs as you guided him by the head. Then, you could feel it, and looking down at small smidges of blood staining your fingertips, a new emotion was birthed within you as you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching forward and doing it again.

“Mmph.”

The noise danced off his tongue once more, Caleb’s bottom lip trapped in-between his teeth as you pressed your fingers to the stitches and watched completely entranced as he lifted his lips to try and resituate himself from the desire growing within his sweatpants. The desire invaded you wholeheartedly then, the fresh blood on your fingers transferring over to the palette that was Caleb’s skin as your mind began spinning with ideas of making him whine and gasp underneath you as you bit more wounds into his flesh. From the corner of your eye you can make out the sight of his cock beginning to raise in his pants, your mouth agape at the newfound information he was giving without outwardly telling you as you wouldn’t have heard his plea if you weren’t sitting so close to him.

“Do it again.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

You were bolder that time, no longer just slightly brushing your fingers along his wound as instead you resorted to lightly digging into it with your knuckles, a slickness building up between your thighs when Caleb’s moaning raised an octave as the fire burned in rotations inside of your stomach. His mouth gaped, his cheeks blushed, his hips jerked upwards, and his breaths left in exceedingly shaky exhales as he seemingly was stuck between the sensations of pain and pleasure – conveniently his mind mixing the two and forgoing the pain aspect as he replaced it with pure pleasure. His arm moved in your peripheral vision, the weight of his fingers appearing as they encircled your wrist in a half-hearted hold and kept you in the place of touching his wound, and you didn’t dare to think about even retracting your hand from him either. Caleb wanted you there at the same time you wanted to be there.

A sickening feast of a craving had awoken in you. Caleb was yours, and there was something completely depraved within the depths of your mind that wanted to see him moan more when you got more aggressive with him – when you tore your nails down his back nearly hard enough to bleed and got satisfaction in the way his spine would arch and his chest would shudder at the sensation. Your teeth ached for him, your hands twitched to pull at his hair and pussy was clenching on nothing at the idea of completely ruining Caleb the way you knew he’d let you. You hadn’t even came to Skyhaven for that, and you hadn’t even realized how fast it’d been for the atmosphere to thicken and burn between you two when you really just wanted to see if he was okay and tend to his wounds…

It didn’t matter, you wanted nothing more than to completely devour Caleb in that moment.

The heat in-between you two was sweltering – you weren’t even thinking as your hands balled up into fists at Caleb’s arousal and a hiss slipped its way past your lips. “Caleb.” It was intoxicating and full of your insane urge to completely possess him, and then it was seconds before you were on him – teeth and tongues sliding against each other as he full-blown moaned into your mouth at the taste of you.

You were in his lap without a second thought, your knees sinking into the cushion before you immediately situated yourself to have your cunt right atop his cock – gasping at the friction once you rolled your hips once and felt the dampness along his crotch slide along your covered clit. You could feel Caleb greedily and messily try and cant his hips to you as you haphazardly began to move, a groan of your name swallowed by your tongue vibrating your mouth as his hands found their way to grip your ass and deciding to help you move there instead. It was sloppy and hot, but there wasn’t anything else within either of your minds that wanted it to go any other way, and your shorts and panties were getting wetter by the seconds while your fingers were tugging and pulling at Caleb’s nipples as he hissed and whined onto your tongue as you did so.

Your lower abdomen began a pursuit – a steadily unraveling circle as your clit pulsed with each push of Caleb’s cock into it, and your pussy clenched in abandonment from the loss of his dick so thickly pressed within you. You had no time for it, however, focusing on the brief and burning exchange that was happening between you two as you fought for any way to have Caleb make more of those noises and he only followed after you in hopes you did the same. Who knew he was a bit of a masochist under all that façade he wore, and how come he never divulged that information to you?

You’d worry about it afterwards, your mind and body too preoccupied on dealing with Caleb to think about anything else at that moment.

“Fuck,”Caleb hissed as your knuckles rolled along his twitching abdominal muscles, your nails making an appearance afterwards as you left clear marks on his skin before you were biting his lip nearly hard enough to break skin in the hot gasps of your kissing. He whined at that as well, pathetically thrusting his hips upwards in response to try and push another sigh out of your lips, but you didn’t give in so easily, grounding yourself down on him as punishment and relishing in the little gasp that made your toes curl from how desperate he sounded.

“Rely on me for a bit?” you asked again, mouthing along his jawline before you reached his ear and bit into it hard enough to make him twitch and moan at the sting of pain it gave.

“Sadist,” he groaned hotly into your mouth, canting his upwards into your own rhythm to follow you pace for pace. You grinned against his lips, biting them for extra affect as your fingers knotted themselves into his hair and earning yourself yet another groan from him as you slightly sped up. You dropped your face into his neck as you moved, too fast and messy as Caleb’s panting spurned you on and the throbbing in your shorts made your head spin as you whined and his hissed when your pussy clenched around nothing. His fingers were sweaty as they pulled on your shorts and slid up on your thighs, his legs stretching out behind you a clear sign your movements were affecting him a little too well as the tendons in his neck strained and veins in his arms protruded as you rode him hard enough to make his dick hurt.

It wouldn’t be long, and he’d be cumming in his pants for you.

The thought had you lightly laughing, Caleb’s fingers getting more and more urgent as you slid your lips down his throat in preparation to get him off. However, he was inattentive to your pursuit and focused solely in trying to get your shorts and panties off apparently. “Take these off – I can feel your pussy. You’re so wet.”

A brief wiggle and a jerk of your hips had him moving his hands back to your ass, a pout on his face you bit at before nibbling on his lower lip with a wanton moan into his face, “Later. I’m almost there.”

Caleb’s eyebrows furrowed together at the words, the recognition hitting him a moment later as he sighed and chased after your hips with the rough cants upwards of his own, sweat glistening his forehead and his chest as the color of his skin began to blush a pretty red. “Oh, fuck –” Caleb cut himself off and nibbled your way back down into his neck, knowing with how whiney he was beginning to get that he wasn’t going to last much longer. You made a move to lightly squeeze your thighs on both sides of his waist, the pressure digging into the stitches along his side as a hair-raising groan vibrated out of his chest, “Harder, baby. Harder.”

God, you weren’t going to last long either. Not when moaned like that.

Using the hold your still had within his hair, you slightly tugged and hummed pleasingly at how receptive he was and followed the move, opening up more of his throat for you to suck and kiss at as you continued to roll yourself over him. Your body moved in alternate pivots, long deep strokes around his throbbing cock, or just circling your hips around so that your clothed clit was given the friction it so desired. He was burning under you, the veins in his skin throbbing and his lips pushing out every noise he could muster as you knew he wouldn’t last long; it had been far too long since you’d gotten Caleb in that position and it had been far too long since had allowed himself to be laid upon a bed of pleasure.

A garbled variation of your name left him, fingers digging harder into your ass as his hips jerked up quicker into you and he tried his damnedest to get you to move faster – harder against his cock, and greedily groaning when you did so. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the audible hard swallow he took, his eye fluttering with the heavy blinks from everything happening as his eye glazed over with the full emotion that was close to his release, “Faster –” he head shook and your thighs pressed harder into his sides, voice tapering off at the end and a keening moan leaving you when your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as you felt that ball begin to reach in end of spinning and slowly begin to unravel for a piece of nirvana you could find with him. “Don’t stop,” Caleb finally finished, head falling back against the couch once more and a pleased and strained groan breaking free from his lungs to let you know he had was going to cum first.

With that knowledge, you took to kissing and tonguing at his neck, moaning and sighing your praise for him as the muscles in his abdomen clenched –

You bit down on his neck the second his body shuddered with his release.

The action had him reeling, his cock throbbing excessively under you as you grinded yourself down harder atop him as you felt the front of his pants grow soaked as he spent himself inside of his own pants and left a warm slick spot of his cum as a result. You kept riding despite the sensitivity he may have been feeling, hearing the near growl of a rough groan slipping out of his mouth through a clenched jaw as he began to roll up against you to stave off the aftershocks of his orgasm. You took your teeth out of his skin a moment after, running your tongue over the bite mark for affect as you sat back enough to look at him – Caleb in all his glory as you bit the inside of your lip at the sight. His chest was heaving and in the moonlight scape of his living room you were able to make a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead with his hair tussled from all your ministrations. It was enough to send you over as well, a particular slow roll of your hips upwards right fucking there on your clit that he lifted his hips up for and you were shuddering and twitching around him with a whine of his name as you came all over his lap whilst throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.

A hard tremor of extreme satisfaction stung from your cranium down to the tips of your toes, leaving you squirming as your shaking thighs tried to close around him completely while he continued only encouraging you until you were at your very end and sagging into his awaiting arms. You were well aware you had probably soaked through your shorts onto his pants, but you were none too caring since he didn’t seem to mind at all and at times it was a regular occurrence between you two. The room had become humid from your conjoined bodies, Caleb hands taking to tracing the way your back had arched in the throes of your climax as you sighed and pressed a light kiss to his neck (to the mark, really) and bouncing with his body as he began to laugh from the whole ordeal.

“Some nurse you are.” The humor in his breathy tone was palpable, making you pull away from lying against him as the brightness in his eyes nearly took you back from how intense he looked, “Got any more tips on how to take care of my wound?” An eyebrow arched and the corner of his mouth lifted – playful.

You eyed him for a long before you squinted at him, slowly sliding your hands from around his shoulders in a deliberate as you lightly drew your nails into his flesh, drawing them upwards until your were at his mouth and slipping your thumbs inside. You laid each thumb atop his molars, Caleb eagerly accepting the appendages into his mouth as he licked at them and lightly bit down before humming low in chest as you felt the stirrings of his arousal in his pants once again. Funny thing about Caleb, he would always bounce back fast – from everything.

A roll of your hips once and you grinned at his muffled whine as the fire stoked itself back inside your belly, “You’re on bedrest tonight, Colonel. With me as your on-call nurse.”

[xo2dee]

i meant to say that i hope you’re feeling well nee 😞 i saw you’re post abt you going through it and i hope you’re okay!! you’ll always have lots of support from us and i’m sorry you’re getting tortured by life 😭

i also finished my fanart for paroxysm!! i went for the same idea i did for sal and imagined what i think paroxysm would look like as a book cover :3

i couldn’t replicate “the maxx” style like i wanted but i still hope you like it!! 😖😖

(i read the sneak peek for sal I LOVE SHY VERGIL!!! he’s such an adorable lil old man pls be kind to him world)

HAHAHA im okay thank you though! it doesn't bother me to walk too bad now lmaooo

BUT OMG??????????????????? THE NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS IN THE BACK???? DANTE IN THE CAMERA???? IM OBSESSED HELLO? i love this so bad you always do amazing work whenever you have something to post im giggling so bad!!! i love waiting to see what else you're cooking up and you always deliver too, thank you so much for this 😭💞

[xo2dee]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT6STTh2r/

I saw this and immediately thought of Vergil I- 😂💀

literally me w him.... like ok was the red grave incident needed vergil...

[xo2dee]

i just finished chapter 19 of snakes and ladders and ur writing of vergil is AMAZING i can’t wait for the next chapter!!!

thank you so much im glad you like it! and im working on the next chapter as we speak!

[xo2dee]

hi babe hope u had a good day <3 kisses and hugs mwahh

hi babe! and i have, i hope you're having a good day too!

[xo2dee]

just got done reading sal chap 19, God girl that mf NASTY NASTY (vergil while mc on her period) let that man devour her please

HAHAHAHAHAHA dont worry we'll eventually get there teehee

[xo2dee]

🗨️ RAW

PAIRING: Caleb/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Masochistic!Caleb, Light Masochism, Dry Humping, Biting, Established Relationship. WORD COUNT: 5,198. SUMMARY: Perhaps he was just privy to keep that secret about him... Too bad you'd always find out everything there was to do with him.

A/N: i need to snatch caleb's soul actually

LADS MASTERLIST

To you, it was nigh impossible to ever catch him off guard, but you supposed if someone were to ask Caleb the same question, the answer would differ heavily.  

A full moon had arched itself in the sky by the time you arrived to his home in Skyhaven, nearly rolling your eyes that you no longer needed validation to step onto the premises and a device had all but scanned your features and recognized you the moment you walked on to it and proudly announced your arrival (courtesy of Caleb you knew, after the last time anyone questioned you he took it to heart it’d never happen again). However, it wasn’t like it was a planned appearance – in fact, you weren’t supposed to see each other for another few days, but Caleb had neglected to return your calls for a good few hours and the impulsive burn within you was on your way to Skyhaven the moment you were connected to his voicemail more than once. Your shorts were nearly up your ass as you smoothed them down over your butt and frowned as you made way towards to his door; was he rubbing off on you? No, you told yourself, you answered when he called, but you were beginning to feel more and more obsessed over him than you would’ve rather died than to admit.

Especially to Caleb. You could go without the self-satisfied smile and imaginary tail slamming so hard into the ground behind him it broke over the fact you were so obsessed with him. You’d never hear the end of it…

There was no difficultly to getting into his home, your face already registered there as well and entryway’s dim light still being on was the proof you needed to know that he was home. Your jaw set and you thought heavily of being infatuated enough that you demanded his location and checked it on the daily, then you calmed yourself down as you stepped inside – there was a strong chance he might’ve been just sleeping, you were known to your own long sleeping fits and he was understandable of them, it was only fair for you to do the same. Still, you scowled and shut his door behind you, he could’ve at least called.

“Caleb?” you called out, gently setting your purse onto the table next to the entryway before you slowly walked in further after slipping your shoes off, keeping your wits about you in case he wasn’t there at all. It was doubtful that it would be anyone else though, no one would dare try and break into Caleb’s home – especially regarding the Colonel status. However, everything seemed in place, and an opened bottle of water on the countertop of his kitchen was proof enough that Caleb was home, and then you got annoyed over the idea that he was ignoring you as you picked up the pace and moved further within to his living room.

An intake of breath near the right of you made the hair on your neck rise to attention – the cushion of his couch moving as you whipped around to the noise then sighed at sight of large silhouette you knew all too well sitting atop the couch – him having just watched you the entire time as you peered around for him. He was shrouded in the darkness, the only shine coming from the moonlight reflecting off his windows, and slumped on the couch with an arm curled protectively around his midriff – shirtless, and his sweatpants hanging low on his waist with red stained along the waistband of them. Caleb was nothing short of observant, he probably knew you were in Skyhaven the moment you landed and was told you were there, and the sight of his phone’s light illuminating his bicep opened to the various call logs with your name and picture there, he knew you were coming the moment he didn’t answer your call.

You could only inwardly sigh. Would there ever be a time you’d catch him off guard?

An assumption could be made that you had at that moment in time, hearing the low sigh rumble in his chest as he stretched one leg out and removed his hand from his side, letting you see the cloth dyed in his blood and the laceration along his flesh he was keen keeping on hidden. That was why he wouldn’t answer, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his annoying behavior of keeping shit like that hidden from you and he was trying his damnedest to clean it up before you waltzed through the door. A small smirk threatened to break across your face though – you had caught him off guard. He wasn’t thinking you’d show up at all if he didn’t answer.  

Caleb hummed and your neck prickled at the burn of his eyes on your bare legs, saving the sensation for a later time as he leaned back in his spot and tipped his head backwards to lie against the back of the couch. The new position let his chest come into view of the moonshine – sheened with sweat and blushing in his frustration before his Adam’s apple bobbed with a very heavy swallow. “Hey.” Was his eventual greeting, your teeth biting into the inside of your lip as you eyed him and his statuesque form, then you squinted at the exhaustion seeping into his voice making him breathy and disgruntled.

Partly you were worried over his injury, and the other part of you was in relief that he was fine, but slightly annoyed he hadn’t thought to perhaps call you if he needed any help. “You didn’t answer my call, so I came here,” you replied flatly, slowly inching towards his obscured figure as you silently closed the distance between the two of you until it was nothing thinning thread of moonshine between your forms. A trick of the light made you think you saw the corner of Caleb’s mouth twitch upwards, before you completely lost focus and instead watched the necklace that laid between his pectorals rise and fall with his long breaths.

“Got caught up. Nothing I can’t handle though,” he sighed, his leg bouncing in its place the longer you took to stand close to him. The moon being the only source of light that saturated through his windows was making it difficult to get a read on his body language, that and his head being tipped back didn’t let you see his expression or his eyes, but to your knowledge the cut there on his side seemed to be the only thing bothering him. You zeroed in on the medical kit sitting next to his other thigh, having to come stand right in-between his spread legs before you saw the shine of his violet eyes a mere second later when you didn’t answer him, “You should make yourself comfortable while I deal with this.”

‘Deal with this’. And he wasn’t even trying any longer.

Caleb had motioned towards the side where the medical kit wasn’t, your lips thinning as you decided to not listen to that and sit on the side where the tear in his skin continued to slowly bleed. And he sighed heavily when you did so. “You’re bleeding.”

Air pushed itself out of his nose – a condescending laugh. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Finally, you relaxed with a hum, reaching forward as you pinched at his cheek and grinned when his lips lifted at the tease, “Don’t be a smartass, give it to me.” With your other palm outwards as your fingers skimmed along his jawline for soothing caress, you curled your fingers for him to hand you the medical kit, seeing as he was getting absolutely nowhere.

As expected, Caleb didn’t budge, and the half-assed excuse that came afterwards was one you’d heard way too many times to the point he was beginning to sound like a broken record. “I don’t want you here thinking you have to take care of me.”

“Who said I do?” you challenged him, not moving from your spot next to him and staring him down until he finally caved in. And it wasn’t but seconds later that he did, the weight of the medical kit in your hand the same time he sighed and lifted his arm up on the back of the couch to let you inspect his injury better. All he needed was a good cleaning and then a stitching, keeping your laugh in at the hot, suck of air he did the moment you pressed an alcoholic pad to the wound and teasing him as you went, “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t dreamed of me being your own personal nurse.”

Unfortunately, Caleb didn’t even budge at the flirting, your eyes peeking up through your eyelashes to see the jaded expression cross over his face before the hard set of his jaw followed after. His lips twisted into a grimace and then his other arm threw itself over his eyes – shielding himself from any vulnerability he was longing to not let you get a glimpse of. His voice followed a lapse of silence, “It’s not that, it’s –”

“Caleb.” The firmness in your tone made him pause, your fingers no longer working on the thread and needle so close to his skin, and you waited until you saw the look come from eyes, heavily endowed in violet crescents underneath them, meeting yours before you even decided to continue, “How about you rely on me for a bit?”

For as long as you two had known each other, Caleb was a demander. And not so in the sense that he was constantly asking you to do things for him, no, Caleb was a demander in always wanting to be the one that did things for you. The whole, “Let me be there for you always.”, “You don’t need anyone else to rely on but me.”, and, “I can do everything.” acts were exhausting at times, and you knew Caleb meant well when he relayed those phrases to you, but there were times when he wouldn’t take himself into account. You wanted to know you were there as well, not everything had be something Caleb needed to fix himself and it all got magically better for the both of you – he could rely on you too, and you could mend whatever was broken for him at times and balance out the need and want to be that pillar of strength you both needed to be for each other.

Neither of you would get anywhere if you didn’t mutually share to be there for one and another.

After another long moment of tender silence, you shifted closer to him and noticed that he was just staring — suddenly solid as if he was just then realizing how close you two were to each other and your fingers still continued to brush against his side attentively. Caleb’s breathing had slowed down, the expanse of his chest rising and falling in much slower and softer intervals, and you felt all but exposed the longer he just watched you. He had a habit of doing that; staring as much as he liked at you until you got annoyed enough to groan and shove your hand in his face to force him to stop, and usually those times were him just finding ways to annoy you and then following up with some corny line, yet that time it was as if you were gazing into the dilated pupils of a ravenous hunter with its prey set just within its sight. You’d seen that stare one too many times, usually in bouts when you had your hand in his pants or his were up your shirt, but you could see anything about what you had said or done that might’ve warranted that type of reaction of him…

Had you set him off unintentionally?

Eventually, Caleb blinked and looked away, the shade in his eyes dissipating as he did so and the usual lightness you were accustomed to making its return when he casted his gaze towards the moon. The moonlight reflected off of them as his body relaxed, his shoulders slumping and a long sigh leaving his throat as he lulled his head onto the back of the couch once more – the acceptance to let you take care of him for once as you lightly smiled before returning to your work. Maybe he’d realize having you dote on him was something he needed rather than wanted, your fingers deft and quick as you continued to sow the cut on his side shut, glad for once he was deciding to sit there and shut up before trying to act like such a big man who needed to do everything himself.

However, Caleb was apparently antsy – or bored as the back of his knuckles began to distractingly rub along your upper arm as you worked. “So…” You braced yourself, the sing-song tone making your eyebrow twitch as you prepared yourself for whatever he was going to say, and snagged the inside of your cheek in-between your teeth as you maintained focus on his wound. “I didn’t answer your calls and you immediately came here?”

You knew he’d bring that up. “Don’t sound so cocky.” A mischievous tilt to your mouth had him laughing softly, your heart skipping at the noise as you finally got that Caleb back you’d been waiting for, and then you had to fight back your own laugh whenever he switched to ghosting his fingers along your arm and teasing them up your shirt sleeve. “You would’ve done the same.”

“Mmm.” The conformation made your legs break out into goosebumps, the throaty rumble so close to your ear you couldn’t help that the warmth in your chest slightly dipped down into your lower abdomen as it followed. You shook it off though, your stitchwork nearly done as he continued to talk with a longing sigh written in his words, “You gonna ask what happened?”

“No,” you said boringly, glancing up at him a small smirk when he gave you an offended side-eye before you sighed and reached forward to fondly muss his hair up with your hand, “Even Caleb can make mistakes.”

Caleb laughed fully then, his shoulders shaking as he did so, and you couldn’t help but grin at the appearance of his smile and pink returning to his cheeks while you watched him do it. He shook his head after his humor died down, the murmur reaching your ears making them hot and your heart throbbing at how adoring he sounded as he said it. “Even Caleb makes mistakes…”

A snort left you after, focusing back on his side until you were done and wiping any of the excess blood off of his skin, “There. You’re all patched up, you big baby.” And, in your brief stupor, without even realizing it, you followed up that statement with a very brief slap to his side to accentuate your sentence, then Caleb’s reaction had made you sit there and finally realize where you had hit him lightly enough to gander that soft of noise from him.

You had slapped your hand down onto Caleb’s freshly stitched wound.            

Yet, the reaction (and sound) you procured from that accident had not been one you thought you’d ever receive.

The grunt wasn’t necessarily unusual to hear from Caleb – he grunted when he did his morning push-ups, he grunted in his sleep, and he grunted whenever you asked if he was hungry and wanted the same thing you did. However, it was the frequency of the grunt; the octave from which it came from that had you pausing and your ears ringing when you understood what type of grunt it was. You’d heard it plenty of times before, a deepened grunt in your ear with your thighs squeezing his waist before it tapered off into something a little more high-pitched – a grunt full of complete pleasure branching itself off into a whine ladened desperation to have more.

He had just then made that same noise you were used to hearing panted into your skin with the weight of his fingers pulling on your hips to push himself further into you whilst you tightened yourself around him.

It wasn’t something of pain, it was born from pleasure.

You had immediately retracted your hand away the moment you realized that you had potentially harmed him, clasping your hands together in your lap as you eyed him warily in case the stitch broken and began bleeding as he grumbled through the pain, yet neither instances came and instead something else entirely began to flood your body at the scene. Caleb’s breathing had sped back up, no longer heady with breaths of pain as he tried to mend his own wound, but the same panting you were used to whenever you had your mouth on his neck and bit and sucked various hickeys into his flesh. And when he reopened his eyes too look at you (pupils dilated and cheeks tinged in pink), they were completely glazed over with the same yearning emotion in them when he kissed his way up your thighs as you guided him by the head. Then, you could feel it, and looking down at small smidges of blood staining your fingertips, a new emotion was birthed within you as you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching forward and doing it again.

“Mmph.”

The noise danced off his tongue once more, Caleb’s bottom lip trapped in-between his teeth as you pressed your fingers to the stitches and watched completely entranced as he lifted his lips to try and resituate himself from the desire growing within his sweatpants. The desire invaded you wholeheartedly then, the fresh blood on your fingers transferring over to the palette that was Caleb’s skin as your mind began spinning with ideas of making him whine and gasp underneath you as you bit more wounds into his flesh. From the corner of your eye you can make out the sight of his cock beginning to raise in his pants, your mouth agape at the newfound information he was giving without outwardly telling you as you wouldn’t have heard his plea if you weren’t sitting so close to him.

“Do it again.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

You were bolder that time, no longer just slightly brushing your fingers along his wound as instead you resorted to lightly digging into it with your knuckles, a slickness building up between your thighs when Caleb’s moaning raised an octave as the fire burned in rotations inside of your stomach. His mouth gaped, his cheeks blushed, his hips jerked upwards, and his breaths left in exceedingly shaky exhales as he seemingly was stuck between the sensations of pain and pleasure – conveniently his mind mixing the two and forgoing the pain aspect as he replaced it with pure pleasure. His arm moved in your peripheral vision, the weight of his fingers appearing as they encircled your wrist in a half-hearted hold and kept you in the place of touching his wound, and you didn’t dare to think about even retracting your hand from him either. Caleb wanted you there at the same time you wanted to be there.

A sickening feast of a craving had awoken in you. Caleb was yours, and there was something completely depraved within the depths of your mind that wanted to see him moan more when you got more aggressive with him – when you tore your nails down his back nearly hard enough to bleed and got satisfaction in the way his spine would arch and his chest would shudder at the sensation. Your teeth ached for him, your hands twitched to pull at his hair and pussy was clenching on nothing at the idea of completely ruining Caleb the way you knew he’d let you. You hadn’t even came to Skyhaven for that, and you hadn’t even realized how fast it’d been for the atmosphere to thicken and burn between you two when you really just wanted to see if he was okay and tend to his wounds…

It didn’t matter, you wanted nothing more than to completely devour Caleb in that moment.

The heat in-between you two was sweltering – you weren’t even thinking as your hands balled up into fists at Caleb’s arousal and a hiss slipped its way past your lips. “Caleb.” It was intoxicating and full of your insane urge to completely possess him, and then it was seconds before you were on him – teeth and tongues sliding against each other as he full-blown moaned into your mouth at the taste of you.

You were in his lap without a second thought, your knees sinking into the cushion before you immediately situated yourself to have your cunt right atop his cock – gasping at the friction once you rolled your hips once and felt the dampness along his crotch slide along your covered clit. You could feel Caleb greedily and messily try and cant his hips to you as you haphazardly began to move, a groan of your name swallowed by your tongue vibrating your mouth as his hands found their way to grip your ass and deciding to help you move there instead. It was sloppy and hot, but there wasn’t anything else within either of your minds that wanted it to go any other way, and your shorts and panties were getting wetter by the seconds while your fingers were tugging and pulling at Caleb’s nipples as he hissed and whined onto your tongue as you did so.

Your lower abdomen began a pursuit – a steadily unraveling circle as your clit pulsed with each push of Caleb’s cock into it, and your pussy clenched in abandonment from the loss of his dick so thickly pressed within you. You had no time for it, however, focusing on the brief and burning exchange that was happening between you two as you fought for any way to have Caleb make more of those noises and he only followed after you in hopes you did the same. Who knew he was a bit of a masochist under all that façade he wore, and how come he never divulged that information to you?

You’d worry about it afterwards, your mind and body too preoccupied on dealing with Caleb to think about anything else at that moment.

“Fuck,”Caleb hissed as your knuckles rolled along his twitching abdominal muscles, your nails making an appearance afterwards as you left clear marks on his skin before you were biting his lip nearly hard enough to break skin in the hot gasps of your kissing. He whined at that as well, pathetically thrusting his hips upwards in response to try and push another sigh out of your lips, but you didn’t give in so easily, grounding yourself down on him as punishment and relishing in the little gasp that made your toes curl from how desperate he sounded.

“Rely on me for a bit?” you asked again, mouthing along his jawline before you reached his ear and bit into it hard enough to make him twitch and moan at the sting of pain it gave.

“Sadist,” he groaned hotly into your mouth, canting his upwards into your own rhythm to follow you pace for pace. You grinned against his lips, biting them for extra affect as your fingers knotted themselves into his hair and earning yourself yet another groan from him as you slightly sped up. You dropped your face into his neck as you moved, too fast and messy as Caleb’s panting spurned you on and the throbbing in your shorts made your head spin as you whined and his hissed when your pussy clenched around nothing. His fingers were sweaty as they pulled on your shorts and slid up on your thighs, his legs stretching out behind you a clear sign your movements were affecting him a little too well as the tendons in his neck strained and veins in his arms protruded as you rode him hard enough to make his dick hurt.

It wouldn’t be long, and he’d be cumming in his pants for you.

The thought had you lightly laughing, Caleb’s fingers getting more and more urgent as you slid your lips down his throat in preparation to get him off. However, he was inattentive to your pursuit and focused solely in trying to get your shorts and panties off apparently. “Take these off – I can feel your pussy. You’re so wet.”

A brief wiggle and a jerk of your hips had him moving his hands back to your ass, a pout on his face you bit at before nibbling on his lower lip with a wanton moan into his face, “Later. I’m almost there.”

Caleb’s eyebrows furrowed together at the words, the recognition hitting him a moment later as he sighed and chased after your hips with the rough cants upwards of his own, sweat glistening his forehead and his chest as the color of his skin began to blush a pretty red. “Oh, fuck –” Caleb cut himself off and nibbled your way back down into his neck, knowing with how whiney he was beginning to get that he wasn’t going to last much longer. You made a move to lightly squeeze your thighs on both sides of his waist, the pressure digging into the stitches along his side as a hair-raising groan vibrated out of his chest, “Harder, baby. Harder.”

God, you weren’t going to last long either. Not when moaned like that.

Using the hold your still had within his hair, you slightly tugged and hummed pleasingly at how receptive he was and followed the move, opening up more of his throat for you to suck and kiss at as you continued to roll yourself over him. Your body moved in alternate pivots, long deep strokes around his throbbing cock, or just circling your hips around so that your clothed clit was given the friction it so desired. He was burning under you, the veins in his skin throbbing and his lips pushing out every noise he could muster as you knew he wouldn’t last long; it had been far too long since you’d gotten Caleb in that position and it had been far too long since had allowed himself to be laid upon a bed of pleasure.

A garbled variation of your name left him, fingers digging harder into your ass as his hips jerked up quicker into you and he tried his damnedest to get you to move faster – harder against his cock, and greedily groaning when you did so. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the audible hard swallow he took, his eye fluttering with the heavy blinks from everything happening as his eye glazed over with the full emotion that was close to his release, “Faster –” he head shook and your thighs pressed harder into his sides, voice tapering off at the end and a keening moan leaving you when your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as you felt that ball begin to reach in end of spinning and slowly begin to unravel for a piece of nirvana you could find with him. “Don’t stop,” Caleb finally finished, head falling back against the couch once more and a pleased and strained groan breaking free from his lungs to let you know he had was going to cum first.

With that knowledge, you took to kissing and tonguing at his neck, moaning and sighing your praise for him as the muscles in his abdomen clenched –

You bit down on his neck the second his body shuddered with his release.

The action had him reeling, his cock throbbing excessively under you as you grinded yourself down harder atop him as you felt the front of his pants grow soaked as he spent himself inside of his own pants and left a warm slick spot of his cum as a result. You kept riding despite the sensitivity he may have been feeling, hearing the near growl of a rough groan slipping out of his mouth through a clenched jaw as he began to roll up against you to stave off the aftershocks of his orgasm. You took your teeth out of his skin a moment after, running your tongue over the bite mark for affect as you sat back enough to look at him – Caleb in all his glory as you bit the inside of your lip at the sight. His chest was heaving and in the moonlight scape of his living room you were able to make a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead with his hair tussled from all your ministrations. It was enough to send you over as well, a particular slow roll of your hips upwards right fucking there on your clit that he lifted his hips up for and you were shuddering and twitching around him with a whine of his name as you came all over his lap whilst throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.

A hard tremor of extreme satisfaction stung from your cranium down to the tips of your toes, leaving you squirming as your shaking thighs tried to close around him completely while he continued only encouraging you until you were at your very end and sagging into his awaiting arms. You were well aware you had probably soaked through your shorts onto his pants, but you were none too caring since he didn’t seem to mind at all and at times it was a regular occurrence between you two. The room had become humid from your conjoined bodies, Caleb hands taking to tracing the way your back had arched in the throes of your climax as you sighed and pressed a light kiss to his neck (to the mark, really) and bouncing with his body as he began to laugh from the whole ordeal.

“Some nurse you are.” The humor in his breathy tone was palpable, making you pull away from lying against him as the brightness in his eyes nearly took you back from how intense he looked, “Got any more tips on how to take care of my wound?” An eyebrow arched and the corner of his mouth lifted – playful.

You eyed him for a long before you squinted at him, slowly sliding your hands from around his shoulders in a deliberate as you lightly drew your nails into his flesh, drawing them upwards until your were at his mouth and slipping your thumbs inside. You laid each thumb atop his molars, Caleb eagerly accepting the appendages into his mouth as he licked at them and lightly bit down before humming low in chest as you felt the stirrings of his arousal in his pants once again. Funny thing about Caleb, he would always bounce back fast – from everything.

A roll of your hips once and you grinned at his muffled whine as the fire stoked itself back inside your belly, “You’re on bedrest tonight, Colonel. With me as your on-call nurse.”

[xo2dee]

sneakity peekity at chapter 20 of snakes and ladders

[xo2dee]

Hewwo, ive been meaning to ask

But can i request a really angsty oneshot of dante x reader(mutual pining but no one makes the first move cause they scared), where they're both demon hunters in the same organization but a mission goes wrong and reader dies? Its totally fine if you dont want to write it. Just a thought! Thank you for your time <3

PAIRING: Dante/Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Major Character Death, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Gore. WORD COUNT: 2,111.

A/N: thank you for the request! and anonie you're actually real for requesting this bc this is a high probability of an event happening to dante. and i love angst and hurt with no comfort teehee.

DMC MASTERLIST

Death and the concept of time were two things he thought about often. Usually when he sat alone at his desk lost in thought before his eyes closed to sleep, Dante’s mind would linger to those two topics and the hands he had in both of them.

And, disturbingly enough, sometimes he only thought about them when you came around.

It wasn’t like he wished death on you – no, far from it, it was more so he worried about the prospect of it happening to you way too much than he would’ve liked to admit or even think about. You were basically his partner (cough… in the coworker sense anyways), some skill you retained from someone else that he maneuvered around to make sure you were in sync on jobs together. It had not been his ideal gameplan to take in a human partner, knowing the consequences if he were ever too get too close to you and something were to happen to you (again…), but you’d been like a magnet for him, and he found it so hard to keep you at a distance in case Dante’s teasing started to become real and then the reason why his heart skipped a beat was you. He just couldn’t help himself, the want and need to retain as much humanity as he could beating him out before he was pining just for one glance from you, and he felt so very pathetic the more it went on.

Seriously… it’d taken some time and some soul searching before Dante got to that point too. 

How long had you and Dante known each other? The answer was simple: a long time; a very, long time, and long enough for Dante to realize he’d made the same mistake again that he’d done over and over.

He’d gotten attached to you – you, a human. And not that there was anything wrong with you being a human or humans in general, but there was one glaring topic about humans as a whole to Dante that made him stray away from getting too attached to them. How easy it was for humans to die – their bodies not built the way Dante’s was and subjected to more harm if they were to be hurt in any way. However, Dante had never been a stranger to that as well; Nell Goldstein’s death still weighed heavy within his mind as he could feel his throat constrict from the memory of the fire as he held her body, but every time he downed a glass of amber whiskey sitting at his desk and his eyes strayed towards the beautiful portrait of his mother perched up just in front of him reminded him why he kept humans at arm’s length and kept them safe from a distance.

Too many enemies he’d made… Too many demons around… Having someone special by his side wasn’t ideal, but Dante found himself keeping you around regardless of the gnawing in his gut that something terrible was on the horizon.

It started with a job, one you’d snatched from his hands with a grin as you read out the letter for his ears to hear, then once you’d done that and announced you’d be joining him, that was when he started to feel nauseous – and Dante did not get nauseous. Maybe it was the details in it that had him twirling a strand of his hair around his finger and him bouncing his knee (not his habit at all), or maybe it was just the feelings speaking for him that was muddling his mind, but he pushed them to the side at seeing your excitement for it and let the stutter in his heart take over what his gut was telling him. It paid well too, and that was enough to give you your pay before he paid for any damages and then blew it on junk food, but that still didn’t quell Dante’s nerves for whatever they were telling him. Instead he focused on you at least, entrapped in your smile and the scent of your shampoo to soothe him for the time being.

And perhaps… that had been the issue in itself – he was too distracted.

The job was easy enough as well, almost boring if he was being serious with himself, yet that itch was ever so persistent. He kept his eye on you of course, watching you move nearly flawlessly from the corner of his eyes, multitasking like he usually did before it got too hectic for him to keep you in his line of sight. Hordes of demons were the worst, especially when they liked teleport and had more speed than strength, but you were a good enough demon hunter by yourself so he was normally eager to let you do your own thing – yet, even as he grunted and flipped the Rebellion around in his hands until the blade embedded itself into throat of another, something told him to not look away.

However, even he had to maintain his focus when fighting demons. Especially when he decided to eventually turn his back to despite all the warnings his instincts had been giving him. He was never one to ignore them, but he was also one to keep you as a safe and protected as he could, so he figured if turning his back to you for just a moment to clear the area of what he could to keep them off your back, it was a better alternate and a way to quell the sickness brewing within his gut. Maybe if just a for a moment, he could stop the unease ripping into his throat.

And so, Dante turned his back to you, taking his eyes off of you for just a few moments to clear the path of any heading your way. And he learned that he been another of his greatest mistakes.

Dante hadn’t been looking when it happened, Ebony’s rounds embedded into the skull of one demon as he gutted another with the Rebellion, but something awful cracked in his ears before he heard it – a nasty slick, like flesh being opened unwarranted before the gurgled whimper reached his ears next, then the nausea from before heightened tenfold when he smelt it. Blood… Through all the demonic innards spattered across the pavement, the scent of the forest in the sky, and then the lingering scent of your shampoo, he could smell blood. And it wasn’t just anyone’s blood – it was human blood.

Your blood.

“Shit.”

An understatement of a reaction at best, but Dante was thinking it was only a scratch from a talon too deep making it bleed, and once he’d disposed of them all in an irritated gait full of speed and a raw display of strength before he got to set his sights on you, he realized how big an underreaction it actually had been. You’d still managed to put up a fight against the demon that had attacked you, and through all the blood and the viscera spattered along the ground, Dante’s dread and fear grew to an all time high once he noticed the position of your body and the demon you had managed to kill in the process. And then he understood just why the scent of your blood had been so strong…

The claws had all but shredded through your abdomen enough plunge past your organs and carve out your spine, effectively impaling you – effectively destroying you. The noise he had heard had been the demon attacking you, and you hadn’t even screamed the slightest bit when it happened… but Dante was sure the crack in his ears had been the sound of your spine breaking in half when it’s hand embedded itself way too deep and too hard through you. You were a goner before he even realized it, but Dante was too hard-pressed to get to you as he kicked the corpse of the demon away from you the moment he was near and folded you into his embrace. He was on autopilot for the moment, but the mere seconds later he could feel death’s embrace already begin to chill your skin.

With you cradled in his arms he watched the gurgle of blood spit up from your mouth as you tried to speak, wincing himself at the wet sound from your throat before he tried to reassure you, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright…” It was lies, and even with how fast he was, Dante would never make it in time to get you help… Not with he rate that you were bleeding and the severity of your injury. You were nearly… in half… A feat he could pull himself together from, but not one you could do.

A wet cough spat a round of blood onto his shirt, making him lean back onto the tree behind him as he slid to sit and to make you any more comfortable before you sighed and rolled your head against his chest with slowing breaths. “Dante… I can’t feel my legs.”

Maybe it was then he understood the gravity of the situation, then he felt the sting in his eyes before it was rapidly blinked it away in favor of looking at what he had done head-on. If only he had gotten to you in time… you wouldn’t be bleeding out dying in his arms, looking up at him with a smile that shouldn’t have looked as warm as it felt for his heart. He could only sigh as his heart stuttered in a song of melancholic familiarity, resting his cheek atop your head as he pulled further into his body – almost hoping the heat from his body would give you some type of comfort. “I know.”

You hummed, and surprisingly had enough strength to place your hand over his for your own sense of comfort as you started to speak a little quieter, “I don’t regret anything.”

Your hand was cold, and your heartbeat was slowing down. Dante closed his eyes, savoring the scent of your shampoo and the sound of your heartbeat for one last time. “I know.”

“And it’s not your fault…” He had no answer for that, not trusting himself enough to say the right thing for you in the moment of lasting need, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you just how wrong you were. Though when he didn’t answer you for a few seconds, you sighed again and the hold you had on his hand slightly loosened as you head began to sag in its spot. It would only be moments before you were gone… However, you had one last parting gift that completely shattered him and his heart and ruined his outlook for the rest of the time he was alive. “Dante, know that I’ve loved you for a long time.”

He couldn’t help the shaky laugh at the confession, heart shattered and mind elated at the same time for the recuperation of his hidden feelings that he had been too late to give. Perhaps it was his bad luck in the end, or maybe he was the universe’s cosmic plaything, because as gratifying as it was to hear that come from you, he couldn’t help but hate himself in the end for it. “How cruel… Leavin’ a man like this.”

Your last breath was wet, ragged, and soft as he heard the smile in your voice before you left him from the presence of one final joke. “You can forgive me… can’t you?”

Always. “…Yeah.”

Your body went lax the moment he said it, the finality in the beat of your heart a sound that would haunt him in his nightmares for the rest of his life as he could only pull you closer and hold you for the first time… and the last. You were human. Maybe it was to be expected, or maybe that’s what he got for getting involved into humans lives instead of keeping them safe from a distance. Death followed him everywhere, no one was safe. Dante only sighed as the sting in his eyes tightened his throat with them, not sure how long he would stay there with you until he was ready to carry you back, before he swore off any more attachments in the future. Not when he’d lost the one person he’d found and loved – and loved him back. Then again, it was his fault… Wasn’t it?

He only looked to the night sky, the stars in their betrayal beautiful before a lone one seemed to die out, taking you and the entirely of Dante’s heart with it.

And I love you too. Always.

[xo2dee]