Homicipher pregnancy hc? Especially Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarlettella pls they're my fav 😭😭 (SFW/NSFW). Ty for all the food, love youuuu.
HOMICIPHER N/SFW PREGNANCY HC
a list of pregnancy hcs for each of the homicipher boys that are ABLE to get you pregnant.
warnings || afab reader, smut, pregnancy kink, soft sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, boob sucking {breast milk}, mention of children in a NON sexual way/completely unrelated to smut
{an: YESS i have a similar request i will also post, love you too!!}
MR. CRAWLING
SFW
at first, he would have absolutely no idea what that is. a mini you? inside of you? very confusing. after a while of explaining though, he definitely will be over the moon! "Small, Us? Happy!"
his favorite activity would be laying his head on your stomach, while you play with his hair. he definitely wants to listen to the baby noises.
the poor man will have no idea what to do, but he definitely will try his best. just ask him for anything, and he will immediately find it for you.
while he usually is crawling, he makes an exception whenever you need– for instance if you are having trouble walking, he will pick you up and carry you. all that crawling builds upper muscles!
he is more territorial, and will growl at the other residents.
he doesn't want you to leave your shared room, and usually will convince you to stay there while he does what he needs to do.
he's definitely a girl dad. he would be happy either way, but a little girl would probably be easier for him to handle— calmness wise.
he doesn't remember his human years, but he always wanted to be a father.
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will constantly ask to eat you out. he doesn't need anything in return, he just wants to see you happy and enjoying yourself.
could be in between your legs for hours on end– anything for his love. he will come up every now and then, to pepper kisses on your tummy.
if you wish to have penetrative sex with him, he of course will. it will be soft and sensual as usual, and usually in the spooning position.
would never reject you. ever. no matter what it is you want from him.
is definitely the type to have a breeding kink– and knowing you are pregnant with his offspring makes him really happy.
holds his hand on your stomach while he humps into you, his large hand covering almost all of it.
his face will contort into confusion when milk floods his mouth the moment he sucks your nipple. not because its gross to him– he enjoys it actually, but its confusing because that never happened before.
MR. SCARLETELLA
SFW
honestly, the fact that you even accepted him makes him deathly obsessed with you, but you being pregnant with HIS child makes it all the more.
his body will tremble and his face will be flushed while he holds you, desperately holding on to your smaller frame as if afraid to let you go.
he will carry you if asked, but his preferred method would be teleporting you. he does it slower than normal because if he did it fast like he does without you, it would cause motion sickness.
he loves you– obviously. he constantly reminds you. but even when you sleep, he doesn't stop whispering it to you and your unborn baby.
he doesn't always watch you when you need to sleep, but once he finds out you are pregnant its a constant thing. he has to make sure his beloved is safe, along with your child.
you would think he would know he is creepy, which makes it more funny as he stands behind you glaring daggers at whoever you are talking to. almost like a guard dog.
by now, he stopped asking for your name. it might slip every now and then, but a lot less frequently.
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much like Mr. Crawling, he is usually on his knees, eating you out. whether you prefer to stand or sit, he holds your thighs open and goes to town on your lower region.
he has nice, long, slender fingers– easily reaching those spots inside of you. he will praise how good you are for him and how much he loves you.
he doesn't have a breeding kink, but he never would pull out– hence your pregnancy.
for penetrating sex, he would have you either in the air or on your back- whatever you prefer.
if he finds out you are insecure, he will pleasure you to the point your brain is numb.
he doesn't understand why you get angry, even when you explain it is just pregnancy hormones, but he does enjoy you taking your anger out on him in any way you prefer. definitely has a pain kink.
no matter how many times you tell him you are too heavy, he wants you to sit on his face. he could care less that you have added weight due to the pregnancy– if anything, it makes it better for him
MR. SILVAIR
SFW
of course he knows what pregnancy is, he is a doctor after all– but he definitely didn't think it was possible with a ghost and a human.
he is astonished, but more importantly extremely curious. he definitely will research every part of you– including the baby once it is born. in a safe way of course.
he would definitely get more touchy. usually, he is not a very touchy man other than experimenting, but once he learns of your pregnancy his touches become way more frequent. you are the parent of his child after all.
doesn't have the correct feelings on being a "dad" but would be exceptionally well at it. just subtract the human things from it and he would be wonderful.
he would be very curious on how the baby would come out. would it be half human half ghost? fully human? fully ghost? definitely something he ponders for the whole 9 months.
the type of guy to inspect your breast milk. most likely examine it very closely– finding it fascinating.
would rarely carry you, but also wouldn't be objective of it.
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as said previously, he had no idea it would even be possible to impregnate you, therefore he had no problem cumming inside. he saw no reason to pull out since you wouldn't get pregnant– or so he thought.
sex would become more frequent. some of the time because he was actually horny, but mostly due to his natural curiosity.
fingers you more frequently than going down on you, so he can watch your facial expressions as he brings you to the edge.
his position would be you sitting on his operating table while he slides into you, a simple and effective position.
will run and rub his hand on your stomach, breasts, or anywhere really.
will be extra careful with anything sex or other related. doesn't want to hurt you at all– even if that means he can't experiment.
he is slightly more possessive, even if he suppresses it. normally he isn't very controlling and allows you to do as pleased, but when you are pregnant, he finds it almost as marking.
MR. CHOPPED {w/ body}
SFW
from the bat, he is more animalistic when he gets his body. he is still how he used to be, but more aloof.
pregnancy is a wild thing for him. he never expected it– but he definitely is excited.
he cuddles with you non-stop. very much enjoys listening to your heartbeat.
funny enough, he will cut his nails for you. usually they are long and sharp, but he doesn't want to hurt you or the baby.
walks with and follows you everywhere, and is literally a guard dog.
will have his face shoved in your neck and arms around you when you talk with people, as to remind them who you belong to.
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kisses you while he ruts into you, holds you up as well.
he tries to go soft when he fucks you, but sometimes he gets too hurried. he isn't used to having a body.
will eat you out like a starving animal. all up in there for hours. his hands hold open your thighs until you are whining for him to stop.
he usually keeps you on your back, so you aren't putting weight on the baby.
he will definitely whine a lot, moaning about how happy he is to breed you, etc.
MR. HOOD
SFW
top ten girl dad. he's so cute.
doesn't express love, so that is the only negative. would and has died many times for you and your child though.
he holds you inside of his coat, keeping you close to him as you walk through the halls. will absolutely under no circumstances allow danger near you.
the residents are usually not afraid of him due to his calm and non-hostile nature, but fear slowly creeps into people at his suddenly hostile nature.
he is slightly bummed that he can't kiss you, because he has no face, but he opts to hold you as close as possible.
when the child is born, he carries it inside of his cloak or on his shoulders.
his ghostly hands will run along your stomach and up your arms, sometimes giving you light massages when he can.
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doesn't have a problem with you being pregnant at all, but it still is surprising for both the fact that he is a ghost and also only has tentacles, not a physical penis.
his main source of pleasure for both of you when you are pregnant is his tentacles, but he also uses his fingers from time to time. he has even let you hump his thigh when you wanted.
he can't have you in the usual position with you on all fours, as to not damage your stomach, so he keeps you sitting while he gets to work.
if you wish, he also will allow you to be on top. your weight wont affect him at all.
sex with him is ALWAYS soft. even without you being pregnant. he is a really calm guy, not aggressive in any way unless absolutely necessary.
carries you in the bridal position often.
MR. GAP
SFW
originally when you told him, he didn't say anything. he just stared at you before disappearing. what you thought was anger, was actually him just going to Mr. Silvair to ask what that meant.
even with his questions answered, he was relatively nonchalant about it. not much else he could do honestly.
you did notice slight changes in his demeanor though. small things like hissing at people through the cracks in the walls, or not allowing you to leave his location.
tied to that, he often kept you near him at all times. usually you would be stuck to his side or under his arm, but it didn't matter to him.
he was always sassy, but tended to be much calmer while you were pregnant. he even stayed when you would cry from pain/hormones.
he became gentler with you, not tossing or snatching you like he would previously.
you would be given many little gifts he would find, either without you knowing or just blatantly giving it to you.
he would do many experimental touches, both confused and curious. he liked your breasts though, of course.
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wall sex. constantly. almost every opportunity he had, he would bend you against the wall and rail you.
very rarely would he be soft, but if you asked him to he would slow down.
his hand never left your stomach, sometimes having both on it in your bent over position.
he finds your pregnancy hot. he likes how your stomach grows, breasts enlarge, and hips grow wider. big turn on for him.
he also enjoys eating your cunt from behind, also in the bent over position. if you are up for it, he will eat your ass too. likes the view of your pregnant stomach and breasts hanging slightly.
fingering would be just as rough as usual with him. still very very good though, he hits all the right places.
he's weird, he would absolutely squeeze your breast hard and watch milk squirt from it. even when you tell him its gross, he laughs and does it again.
kisses also become more frequent, both lips and stomach.
MR. MACHETE
SFW
dude does not care at all, just shrugs and walks away.
when you catch up to him again and explain it to him, he smirks and goes "More, Fight?" meaning he wants to fight the kid too.
you would have to slap his arm and tell him no, only for him to shrug again. "Disappointed."
when realization hits him, it definitely makes him groan. he doesn't want to have to take care of a kid, but he still wont leave you. he isn't THAT bad.
eventually he would warm up to it, going softer on you and not attempting to fight you as often.
will begrudgingly carry you around, even though you didn't ask him to. he will try to tell you its not because he cares, but you know better.
the type of guy to throw his machete at someone for looking at you wrong.
he does enjoy wrapping you in his arms, like a small toy.
much like Mr. Hood, when the baby is born and grows to an actual child, he will carry it on his shoulders and be genuinely friendly.
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you're gonna be sore for days. pregnant or not, he doesn't change his pace. he keeps you on top of him while he is sitting, and bounces you up and down like a doll.
easily manhandles you, the extra weight doing absolutely nothing for him.
will also hold your stomach up while he pounds you from behind.
will tease you by saying things like "Going to, Make, Two" just to piss you off.
he doesn't go down on you often. not because he doesn't want to, but because of his sharp teeth. it doesn't affect him either way though.
he has rough and calloused fingers, perfect for fingering you, rough as always even during your pregnancy.
again, doesn't care that you are pregnant and will still mark you.
also the kind of guy to get off on squeezing breast milk out of you. even when you slap his hands away.
very much enjoys a boob job with your enlarged chest, and will cum all over your face from it.
Hello! I don’t usually make requests but i have one could u pretty please if u have time? 🥺
Anyways the request would be like homocipher boys (especially my bbg Mr Crawling) pussy drunk. Pls.
PUSSY DRUNK
a very short fic for a few of the Homicipher boys. {Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Gap, Mr. Hood}. Homicipher x afab!reader.
warnings! : each are different so a bit of violence, neediness, switch!reader, smut, porn, PORN NO PLOT!!! almost all of them are cunnilingus
{an: if you meant a fic with all of them in a gangbang sense, you can send in another request}
MR. CRAWLING
"Not now Mr. Crawling, im busy." you say softly, gently petting his head as he tugs at your skirt. "Please..", he practically begs, his lips turned into a pout.
he was always so desperate to please you, stopping at nothing as long as it made you happy. his eager face made it so hard to resist, and with a sigh, you gently part your legs before continuing to use your hands with what you were doing.
almost as soon as you do so, his face is shoved as far as it can go, a whine leaving his lips as he has to pull away to remove your underwear. a giggle escapes you while you watch.
...
"mngh.. fuck, please.." the words slipped so effortlessly from your lips, Mr. Crawling's head so deep between those legs of yours that you couldnt think straight.
your hand was fisted in his hair, tugging often. whines left him almost constantly, his hands holding up your thighs on his shoulders and off the chair. "Me want, More" he states softly, his voice muffled as he stares up at you, the lower half of his face still stuffed between your thighs.
as you nod softly, he hums and shoves two of his long and slender fingers inside of you, effortlessly curling them upwards towards your g-spot. "a-ah..!" your voice hits a high peak at the sudden intrusion, legs trembling as yet another orgasm rips through you, despite how many you had previously.
as overstimulated as you were, the man between your legs gives a few more licks to your clit, slowly pulling away. as he sits up, Mr. Crawling stares up at you with a cheeky grin, his chin covered in your juices. "Good." ..... "Big, Good."
MR. SCARLETELLA
as usual, he was feeling needy.
every since you pretty much marked him as your "slave", he has been near you at all times, getting upset whenever you interact with others instead of him.
this time in particular though, you watched tears fall from his eyes as he stared up at you with a desperate expression. despite the cold look on your face, and the amount of times you rejected him, he still pleads. "Please." he whines, his hands trembling against your thighs. "Please what..? not this again." you ask, glaring down at him. his hands grab at your raincoat, face a pleading mess.
"Need, You." he begs. you think for a second, a long exasperated sigh leaving your lips before you finally do what he always dreamed of. you roll your eyes, head tilting to a nod. that was all the conformation he needed.
...
hours had gone by, your unfortunate yet aching cunt so desperately clenched around his tongue, his hands clawing at your thighs.
his skilled tongue circled your clit an uncanny amount of times, his pace never slowing. "A-ah wait.. wait i cant.. fuccckk.." another orgasm ripped through you and then, only then, did his pace falter. "You, Like?" he asked, pulling his face up from your legs with an uncanny glare.
you nod many times, his smile only growing wider. his lips lean in and press against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. as much as you denied your feelings for the man, you couldn't think of anything but how good he felt and tasted. with a thoughtful groan, you wiggle your finger at him, signaling for him to stand. immediately he obeys, face flushed and juices dripping down his chin. your eyes are locked on his for a second before you speak in a demanding tone.
"Take off your pants."
MR. SILVAIR
he was NEVER needy. so why was today different?
one of the other residents had managed to piss him off so much that he couldn't think straight. his usually calm demeanor shifted completely dark, not even a hint of his usual smile on his face.
even Mr. Chopped seemed worried, asking softly if he was okay. Mr. Silvair ignored him, his gaze fixated on your eyes. he nods his head to his "research room", silently instructing you to go. he follows closely behind you, the heavy door slamming shut and locking you both in the room.
...
a huff leaves his lips as his hands angrily lift you up and slam you on his examination table, ass up for him, with little to no way for you to escape.
"W-what are you doing? Whats wrong?.. Mr. Silvair-!" you ask hurriedly, hands scrambling to find something to grab. he ignores your pleas and hikes up your raincoat, forcing off your panties with one quick motion. you couldn't see him as you tried to look behind you, but you felt him sink to his knees. "H-hey- ah..!-" your words are cut off with a moan as his long, snakelike tongue slips between your folds.
Mr. Silvair's strong hands keep you spread with ease, giving him full access as he greedily eats your pussy like its the last meal on earth. "Stop Squirming." his usually calm voice turns dark, his fingers digging a touch deeper into your hips as he keeps you held up for him.
as hard as you can, you attempt to keep your hips still. his tongue reaches as deep as it can reach, making you harshly bite your lip and see stars, juices running down his face as you finally orgasm. "A-ah right there--fuck! please.." your begs go unnoticed as he releases you and stands, walking out of the room without another glance. seemingly, this little outburst would hold him down for a while.
be glad it was only his tongue this time.
MR. GAP
a while after you got used to your residency at the complex, you learned your lesson about walking near the gaps.
the man who always seemed to appear at the worst moments, would mainly only mess with you. usually, it would only be a small poke as your ankle as you walked by, a tug at your hair when you had your back turned, or small scares he would pull off.
eventually you learned to ignore it, or altogether stay away from the walls, but unfortunately for you, today was a day you slipped up. as careless as it seemed, you were walking on your own, tiredness taking over your expression. the day was hectic, having to deal with more than one entity at a time.
a sudden yelp escapes your throat as you are yanked by your arm into a small opening in the wall. your back ends up pressed against the nearest wall, Mr. Gap's face level with yours with that sick, uncanny expression he always has.
you huff and use your hand to push at his face, the ever so sassy man rolling his eyes and grabbing your wrist. "You're No, Fun." he grumbles, hands fumbling with your shorts. "The fuck are you doing?" you mutter as a hushed yell, eyes glaring at his.
the grin on his face grows wider as he shoves off your pants, before suddenly dissolving into nothing. your eyes dart around, confusion evident in your expression until a sudden whine leaves your lips at an unknown feeling hits your core.
looking down, you find Mr. Gap nose deep in between your legs, eyes locked on yours as he smirks into you. your hand shoots down to grab his hair, attempting to pull him away as embarrassment fills your expression. though unluckily for you, or luckily depending on how you take it,, he doesn't move. instead, he groans into your hand, his hands tighten on your thighs as he pushes his face deeper, licking and sucking anything he can manage.
after many failed orgasms, and many tears from his constant edging, finally after everything he lets you cum, sucking hard enough on your clit to have a loud moan escape you, thighs clenching around his head.
though something tells you he isnt done.
MR. HOOD
as mono tuned as the man was, and as little as expressive as he was, he couldn't help his built up tension.
while no, he didn't understand the concept of love, or at-least he wouldn't admit it- he knew and felt the need for touch.
he often would allow you inside of his coat, usually just chilling in there or whatever you called it- but you never saw it as anything more than companionship. or so he figured. the moment he felt you experiment by placing your hand just above his crotch, his views changed.
with little to no effort, Mr. Hood plucked you out of his coat, setting you gently on the nearest table. he stared at you for a second, chest heavy. he could definitely sense your confusion- but as he kept his gaze on you, he reached out to grab your leg, his oddly feeling hand sat calmly on the inside of your thigh. "May, Touch?" Mr. Hood asked, an almost worried tone in his words. quicker than he could get his words out, you were nodding.
his body stilled for a second, almost as if he was debating his life choices, but ultimately decided to continue. gentle fingers reach under your raincoat, tugging down your panties with ease. and while he would never admit it, he quite greatly enjoyed the small sounds you made when his fingers traced your lips.
he hesitates for a second, before pushing a single ghostly finger inside. it was oddly cold, but felt so good inside of you as he worked his way in. a long moan leaves you, your hands reaching out to grab his arms.
one of his tentacles shoots out, replacing his finger that instead opted for your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. "Oh fuck.." you breathe out, legs trembling at your embarrassingly close orgasm. "I-im gonna c- mmngh!!" a hushed scream leave you as the tentacle curls, thrusting hard at your G-spot. it sends you over the edge, your juices flowing down your thighs and around the appendage. with a sigh, he pulls out, seemingly pleased.
Caleb has a habit of cupping your pussy while you cuddle and you have a habit of using his hands to masturbate.
It’s not surprising once you and him made it official he finally started to not hold back , especially with touching.
He loves kissing you, holding your hand, embracing your body, even when you both are sitting together in a meeting or class his pinky wonders to yours to take hold.
There has not been a day that went by where it ends with his hands all over your body.
Some evening it’s just him spooning you with his hand in your shirt, but days like this where his hand is in your panties caused him to act differently.
For the past few weeks Caleb started to move his hands in between your thighs as yall slept. You didn’t mind his colder hands there seeing as the nights are getting longer and hotter. Eventually though you woke up to his hands deep in your panties.
He wasn’t fingering you, he was just…cupping it. Holding your cunt in his palm with the occasional rub from his thumb. It wasn’t….the worst thing though?
You and him did establish after getting more sexually intimate, that if you or him were to be asleep and the other was needy you could use each other.
Caleb personally hates the idea of “using you”, but he still agreed
He wasn’t fucking you at all though, you look through the small mirror across from you to see him comfortably sleep in your neck behind you, one of his arms being used as your personal pillow and the other in between your legs.
It was cute.
You never asked him about it nor questioned it. Waking up before him deemed difficult because you know he’s a light sleeper when it comes to you.
That’s when an idea popped up.
You turn slightly over to where you could spread your legs wider while still being laid on your side. Your arm reaches over to glide on his scared arm and bicep to trace down to join his hand in your panties. That’s when you felt how wet you really were.
It wasn’t a surprise you were always most sensitive in the morning, so why not fix that release before getting the day started?
Your fingers laid on top of his and you pressed his middle and ring finger on your clit, circling it while carefully rolling your hips. The whole idea of using his hands to get off was actually turning you on more than you think.
His fingers were larger and longer than yours, it wasn’t long until you threw your head into your pillow to hum out in pleasure. Caleb still caught in his sleep didn’t seem to notice at all. His scent and breathing in your ear made you lose yourself a little.
Until his name slipped out your mouth.
“Ca—!!?”
“You’re so naughty.” His cold lips landed on your spine causing you to arch back, your hands stopped moving on its own while his kisses trailed from your back, shoulder, and neck, right at your sweet spot to assist you in finishing moaning his name. “Keep goin’….cum on my hand.”
“I’m so—-“
“Noooo.” He nips at your salty exposed skin, licking over it as an apology, “Cum on them and I’ll help you s’more…okay?”
You look up at the mirror, startled a little seeing that he was already looking right at you through the reflection, you continue.
It felt more erotic knowing you both were staring at each other while you use him to finger fuck yourself. You wanted him to get a full show so you kick off the remainder blanket, your panties practically wet and crumbled to the side your both your hands as you move his fingers to rub faster.
“Shit…” Caleb felt the blood rush to his dick, pressed against your lower back he all but moans in your ear. “You’re so sexy baby, please…please keep going…cum for me.”
Something about you using him riles him up that he gets hisself lost in a trance, grinding against your round ass as you reach closer and closer to your climax.
“Yes…yessss Caleb!” Your head falls back into his landing you right to be kissed as he lost his patience and took charge to rub faster shapes on your clit, sucking on your tongue while your body ruts into his hand.
He pulls back to see your flushed face, a spit trail tearing apart as you smile to cover your face in embarrassment.
“‘M sorry..”
“Don’t be.” He snickers getting up to reposition you on his chest. “I was hoping one day you’d finally put my hands to use.”
# tws: n/sfw content, 0.7k+ wc, dub-con, pussy inspection (?), rough s.ex, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, mean!caleb, body search, his mechanical arm vibrates bc why tf not, degradation, might be ooc 😭 + not proofread so i apologize for any errors/mistakes.
# note: can you guys tell I love mean!caleb… wrote this almost being half asleep at 3 am so this might suck ass idk ✌🏽
Caleb's eyes are hard and unyielding as he pins you with a stern glare, his jaw clenched tight. He's done playing nice. Done with your constant defiance and reckless disregard for your own safety. If you won't take this seriously, then he'll just have to get serious for you.
"Strip," he commands, his voice brooking no argument. "Now."
He stands over you, arms crossed over his broad chest as he waits for you to comply. When you hesitate, his patience snaps like a frayed rope. In a flash, he's on you, gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head.
"Don't test me, pipsqueak," he growls, eyes flashing with warning. "I'm not in the mood for games."
His hands make short work of your clothes, practically tearing them from your body in his haste. Button by button, zipper by zipper, he strips you bare until you're left with nothing but the chill of the air and the heat of his gaze.
His eyes rake over your naked form, searching for any sign of contraband. They linger on your tits, your stomach, your hips... pausing for a long moment as they reach the apex of your thighs. A cruel smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"Spread these pretty legs f’me, baby" he orders, voice dripping with condescension. "Let's see if you're hiding anything... down there."
He punctuates his command with a harsh squeeze to your inner thigh, fingers digging into your soft flesh. When you don't move fast enough to suit him, he grips your knee and wrenches your leg to the side, exposing you completely.
"Fuckin' hell," he mutters, eyes glinting with a wicked light as he takes in the sight of your exposed pussy. "You're dripping already, aren't you? Dirty girl, getting turned on by a search. I should've known you'd be a little slut."
He reaches out, fingers brushing against your folds with a feather-light touch. A shudder wracks your body at the contact, a gasp escaping your lips. Caleb just grins, a wicked curve to his mouth as he parts your lower lips with his gloved fingers.
"Let's see what we have here," he taunts, voice low and mocking. "Just a messy little cunt, so wet and ready for my attention. Is this really turning you on right now?"
Caleb's smirk grows wider, crueler, as he takes in the debauched sight of your dripping pussy. He can't resist reaching out, running a single finger along your slit, feeling the slick heat that coats his skin. A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest at the sensation.
"Just look at you—so fuckin’ desperate," he taunts, circling your clit with a maddeningly slow rhythm. "Desperate for attention, for release. Buuuut—you've been a bad girl, haven’t you, sweetheart? So you don't get to cum until I say so."
His eyes glint with a wicked promise as he raises his mechanical hand, the metal fingers glinting under the harsh light. Your eyes widened in half shock—half horror as his fingers started vibrating. A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he positions the buzzing fingertips at your entrance.
"Let's see how long you last, slut," he growls, pressing the vibrations against your aching core.
He starts slow, teasing, the buzzing sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your hips buck against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction, but he holds you down, pinning you in place.
"Thaaaat’s it—fuckin’ grind on it," he snarls, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Fuckin’ take it like the desperate little whore you are."
He increases the intensity, the vibrations growing stronger, more insistent. Your walls clench around the buzzing tip, your body coiled tight as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
"C-caleb, ohh—fuck!" you cry out, back arching off the bed as you teeter on the brink of ecstasy.
"That's right, scream for me," he egged, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Let everyone know what a dirty slut you are."
He can feel you tightening, gooey walls fluttering around his fingers as your orgasm builds to a crescendo. He knows you're right on the edge, ready to fall over into sweet oblivion.
But at the last possible second, he rips his hand away—leaving you empty and aching, teetering on the razor's edge of climax. A frustrated sob tears from your throat at the sudden loss of stimulation, “nonono please—I was s’close—wanna cum s’bad!”
"Well that’s too damn bad, isn’t it, sweet girl?" Caleb taunts, a wicked grin on his face as he watches you squirm and beg, wiping the slick-soaked metal on your thigh. "Brats don't get to cum—you only cum when I allow it. We’re just getting started and let’s just say… you’re not cumming anytime soon.”
✩ — lads men as girldads bascially. personally my headcanon for each.
✩ — includes: all 5 LIs x gn!reader (pls correct me if im wrong... but afaik i mentioned no gender for reader in this). FLUFFFFF! no cws. wc: 565. some of these are based on my personal experiences with my own dad... so yeah this has a special place in me :')
sylus, who loves to spoil his darling daughter, rotten to the core. one point at something from your daughter’s tiny finger and you’ll find sylus already with it at the cashier when it’s time to pay. he also loves to play pretend with your daughter, acting as if he’s some prince and your child being a princess, “slow dancing” your little girl as he’s on his knees to match her height. and when you watch them play pretend, you can visibly notice the genuine smile and soft look on sylus’s face as he gazes at your daughter.
xavier, who loves napping and sleeping with his little star, always pulling her close to him as they both softly sleep. your daughter is easier to wake up than him and she always helps you wake her daddy up. a little “daddy, mommy says get up...” and a soft “daddy, wakey wakey.” can be heard from his little girl as she shakes, pokes, or pushes him awake. xavier would grumble a bit as he shifted from where’s sleeping, but a smile would always tug on his lips as he opened his eyes to see his daughter as the first thing after his slumber.
caleb, who loves to surprise his mini-pipsqueak. she’s an exact replica of you—and caleb thinks it’s the best blessing he ever got in his life. with his work requiring him to be away from his family, he never hesitates to surprise you and your child with surprise visits to linkon (you both decided that it’s safer to stay in linkon than move in with him into skyhaven). there was a time that caleb surprised your child as you both picked her up from school. and the sight of your daughter’s eyes widening, running to him at her full speed, squealing out “daddy!” as she crashes into his arms? it melted caleb’s heart immediately. he wouldn’t exchange these small moments for the world.
rafayel, who teaches his daughter painting at a young age. you’d call her “little fishie” while rafayel would call her “little cutie." rafayel would show his older artwork, and your daughter would gaze at it in astonishment, taking in every single stroke that he did on the canvas. they can usually be found in rafayel’s studio, painting together to past the time and your daughter would proudly show off what she painted during the day when you come back home to them. and when rafayel has art exhibits to attend? best be known that he will be flexing that his daughter added this detail and that to the paintings that are displayed. his little girl is his pride and joy.
zayne, who secretly lets his daughter indulge herself in sweets behind your back. he knows that it’s bad to let his daughter eat a quarter of a bar of chocolate when it’s nearly her bedtime, but how could he possibly refuse the pleading eyes that she gives him? put “daddy, can i please have some chocolate? just one bite!” as a cherry on top of that. yet besides that, he is always the one who is usually taking care of her whenever she’s sick. he always makes sure that she’ll recover as swiftly as possible, coaxing her whenever she refuses to take her medicines due to their awful taste—he ends up promising her that he’ll bring more sweets home each time it happens.
summary: how I imagine Sylus to act like with his baby girl ˆ ̳◝ ·̫ ◜ ̳ˆ
content: fluff, a baby!, nicknames (princess)
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the first time Sylus held her, he thought his heart might break
she was so small, so fragile in his arms, her tiny fingers curling around one of his own, barely able to hold on. but she did—her grip surprisingly firm, as if claiming him as hers
he never stood a chance
from that moment on, she owned him
and he didn’t mind.
—
“dada! look!”
his daughter’s voice rang through the grand halls of their home, bright and full of excitement. Sylus turned his head just in time to see her barreling toward him, holding something behind her back
he caught her before she could crash into his legs, lifting her effortlessly into his arms
“what is it, little princess?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head
she giggled, revealing a stuffed toy—a little red dragon
Sylus raised a brow “another one?”
she nodded eagerly “it looks like you!”
he let out a low chuckle, brushing a silver strand of hair from her face “you think I look like a dragon?”
“mhm! but a nice one,” she said, wrapping her small arms around his neck “the nicest!”
Sylus exhaled softly, pressing her closer
“of course I am,” he murmured “how could I not be when I have the prettiest little girl in the world?”
she giggled again, squirming in his hold “mama says I look like you, too!”
he smirked “oh? then she must be wrong”
she pouted “why?”
“because you look just like her”
her little brows furrowed, thinking it over. then, as if deciding this was acceptable, she nodded “okay!”
Sylus smiled, running a gentle hand through her hair
she was perfect.
—
Sylus didn’t trust anyone else to make her food
not because your chefs weren’t skilled—no, it was because he enjoyed doing it himself
he’d wake up early, rolling up his sleeves, carefully preparing her favorite meals. little sandwiches cut into stars, warm soup when she wasn’t feeling well, tiny pancakes in the shape of hearts—because she demanded it
and every single time, without fail, she would take one bite, look up at him with those big, adoring eyes, and declare—
“dada, you’re the best cook in the whole world!”
he’d smirk, ruffling her hair “of course I am. did you think I’d let you eat anything less than perfect?”
she’d shake her head furiously, her little feet kicking beneath the table “nope! because you love me!”
he pressed a kiss to her forehead
“more than anything, little princess.”
—
“dada, I need a new dress!”
Sylus leaned back against the couch, watching as his daughter climbed into his lap, determined and serious
“do you?” he mused, amused
she nodded firmly “yes! a pink one!”
he hummed, considering “but don’t you already have pink dresses?”
“but not this pink,” she insisted “I saw one with sparkles!”
he smirked, lifting her slightly so she sat properly on his lap
“I suppose we’ll have to get it, then” he said, tapping her nose
she gasped dramatically “really?!”
“did you think I’d say no?”
she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck “never!”
he chuckled, stroking her back “besides, how else will you be the prettiest girl in the world?”
she beamed, nuzzling into his shoulder
“mama says i already am!”
“that’s because your mother is smart,” he murmured “but she’s wrong about one thing”
“what?”
he pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up
“you’re not just the prettiest,” he whispered “you’re the most beautiful. just like her”
her eyes shone, and for a moment, she was speechless. then she grinned, pressing a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek
“I love you, dada!”
his heart clenched, warmth spreading through him
“I love you more, little princess”
—
at night, when the world was quiet and soft, he would sit by her bed, watching as her little chest rose and fell with each sleepy breath
he never thought he’d have this
never thought he deserved this
but somehow, against all odds, against fate itself—he did
and he would protect it. always.
he leaned down, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, brushing stray strands of hair from her face
“sleep well, my little princess,” he whispered “dada will always be here.”
and as he left her room, stepping into the dimly lit hallway, he found you waiting
you smiled softly, arms wrapping around his waist.“she really has you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”
he smirked, pulling you closer “as if you don’t”
you laughed, pressing a kiss to his jaw “I love you”
Sylus sighed, his hand cupping the back of your head, holding you against him
“I love you, too” he murmured, his voice softer than usual
pairings: Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier x F!Reader(separate)
genre: crack
a/n: dead trend i know 😔 has probably been done but it’s time to push my lads children name agenda!
Caleb
Caleb was sitting on the floor of the living room, playing with your six year old daughter, Elysia.
While you were plotting with your 12 year old son in his room.
Eden wasn’t old enough to be on social media, you however, were and you loved nothing more than to stress your husband out.
When you told your son, that you two would get into a faux argument and he was supposed to tell you to “shut up” at the climax of it, he was hesitant.
“But I don’t want to say that to you, mom…”
he had nervously said.
You ruffled his hair, smiling at your sweet boy,
“Aw, sweetheart don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying it maliciously. It’ll be fine this once, just so we can see what your dad is gonna do, okay?”
Still unsure, your 12 year old slowly nodded.
He truly was a carbon copy of Caleb, especially when he looked up so bashfully at you.
“Alright, Eden, ready?”
Your son hummed, leaning into your touch before storming out the door, ready to start the scene.
“I told you, I’ll do it later, mom!”
He slammed the door shut, with you still in the room, the commotion catching Caleb’s attention.
You pushed open the door and followed the tween,
“And I’m telling you to do it now. Drop the attitude and get on with it.”
The boy groaned loudly and dramatically turned around, you made a mental note to treat him to something sweet later for his level of commitment.
You felt Caleb’s eyes on the two of you and it took you a lot to not start laughing.
“I don’t care, I’ll clean up whenever I feel like it, it’s my room!”
“Doesn’t matter! It looks like a bomb exploded in there-“
Caleb finally spoke up, noticing the rising tension,
“Hey, you two, how about-“
before he could finish what he was gonna say, your son perfectly cut in,
“Just shut up mom! Stop telling me what to do!”
Your eyes widened slightly, even though you told him to say it, it was still weird to hear you usually kind and quiet boy raise his voice like that.
You also noticed how Caleb suddenly went silent again, you looked over at your husband and were taken aback by his serious expression.
He immediately got up and you could tell, he was back in Colonel mode.
Your daughter looked at her brother, snickering.
“What makes you think you could talk to your mother like that?”
His voice was cold, missing the usually warmth it had while talking to his children.
He walked over to you two, you and your son frozen in place.
“I don’t remember raising you to be a brat with an attitude. You’ll speak to your mother with respect. Apologise.”
You decided that was enough and stepped between them, placing a hand on Caleb’s chest.
“It’s okay, honey. I told him to say that.”
Caleb looked back and forth between Eden and you, the boy shooting his father a nervous grin before rushing to sit beside his sister, who immediately went to hit him with her doll.
“You just love stressing me out, don’t you pips?”
He sighed, pulling you closer.
You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.
“Seriously, I was about to teach him a lesson.”
You heard your son nervously chuckle from the living room and you winked at him.
“As if my sweet boy would ever speak to me like that willingly.”
Caleb just shook his head and walked you over to your children.
“Even if she put you up to this, Eden. You should’ve insisted that you wouldn’t do it. As punishment, you and your sister will stay over at your uncle Gideon’s tonight.”
Eden and Elysia blinked up at him, almost looking like twins,
“…how’s that a punishment?”
Caleb smirked, pulling you down to sit next to the two,
“Oh, the punishment isn’t for you. I’ll have a nice, long talk with your mother tonight.”
He ignored the incredulous look you shot him and laughed at the confusion on your children’s faces.
Rafayel
Your 14 year old son was just as eccentric and animated as his father, so once you suggested doing that trend you’d seen on tiktok, he jumped.
You two stood just outside of the kitchen Rafayel was sitting in, sketching away on his block.
Dorian whispered quietly,
“Just remember that I love you, mom. I don’t mean anything I’m about to say!”
While you thought that was sweet, you still wondered what kind of act he was about to put on, needing that kind of disclaimer.
He cleared his throat and winked at you,
“Mom, why can’t you just let me be for once?! Seriously, I can’t do anything around here!”
He pushed open the kitchen door, walking in and opening the fridge with more force than necessary.
Rafayel instantly looked up, frowning.
You took a second to collect yourself and walked in after your son.
“Dorian, you’re way too young to be out that late. I don’t wanna hear it.”
Dorian looked up exasperatedly, giving his father a look as if to say, isn’t she crazy?
“You can’t be serious! Dad, tell her she’s overreacting.”
He crossed his arms, looking at his father expectantly.
Rafayel opened his mouth, getting ready to step in, when you followed up again,
“I’m right here, Dorian. You don’t need to involved your father. If you have something to say, say it to me.”
Rafayel blinked at you, not entirely sure if he should say something now.
His inner conflict quickly came to an end when his son interrupted his train of thought,
“Oh my gosh, shut up, mom! I wasn’t talking to you.”
Before you could say anything else, Rafayel loudly closed his art block, shooting his son the nastiest glance.
“Alright, you do not speak to my wife like that.”
Dorian, much like his father, never knowing when to give up, turned back to his father in shock,
“but dad-“
As soon as he saw his father’s expression he closed his mouth.
“Keep this up and I’ll throw you into the sea. You can play with some sharks and fend for yourself.”
At that, Dorian’s eyes widened, he quickly hid behind you, not wanting to face his father’s wrath.
You just smiled up at your husband, feeling giddy at how he was so quick to defend you.
“Before you turn our son into shark food, I put him up to this.”
Rafayel’s face immediately fell, putting his head into his hands.
“What’s wrong with you.”
You faked offence and put your hand over your heart,
“Whaaat, I wanted to find out if my big, strong husband would defend me from my mean son.”
“First of all, ew, second, hey!”
Your son exclaimed, still hiding behind you.
Rafayel looked at you two, trying to look mad but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his eyes.
“I can’t believe I have to put up with you two.”
You rolled your eyes at that,
“Honestly, we should sign Dorian up for acting. That was some impressive improv!”
Hands on your hips, you turned around, looking at your son.
He beamed up at that, as Rafayel scoffed from where he was seated.
“Oh, please, he’s far more talented at real art.”
“Dad, what’s your beef with actors?”
“They know what they did.”
Your son looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged.
Zayne
You were dying to see what your usually stoic husband was going to do, if you got into a fight with your daughters.
You roped your 17 and 15 year old in by showing them the videos you had seen.
They were just as curious as you and while your younger daughter, Willow, was a bit more uncertain, considering she was much more like your husband, avoiding conflict as much as possible, Dawn, was able to convince her.
You went over what they should say with them and once they were ready, you waited for the perfect opening.
Once Zayne had finished up his work for the day, finally coming out of his office, you called him over for dinner.
You texted your daughters to get ready, as your husband came and sat down at the kitchen table.
You placed the plate full of food infront of him, he murmured a quiet thank you, before you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, mentally apologising for what was about to go down.
You called your daughters once,
“Dawn, Willow, dinner!”
No answer, just as you had told them.
You and Zayne shared a look and it took a lot in you to not start grinning.
You placed the girls plates on the table before trying again,
“Dawn! Willow! Don’t make me repeat myself!”
A beat of silence,
“Wait!”
“Gimme a minute!”
They yelled far louder than appropriate, just as you had instructed them.
Zayne’s brows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest in pretend anger.
“Girls, don’t make me come up th-“
and just as you had expected,
“Mom, shut up!
“Shut up!”
Came in unison.
Zayne dropped his arms by his sides, stunned.
You turned around, far too enthusiastic but Zayne was too caught up to notice.
You send him a look, as if to make sure he heard the same thing you just did.
He pushed his chair back and got up, and for the first time in a while you heard him raise his voice,
“You two come down here, right now.”
There was a trace of urgency in his voice but you could tell how mad he was.
His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed.
You could instantly hear the sound of footsteps rushing downstairs.
The girls came running into the kitchen, immediately halting in their movements as soon as they saw the look on their father’s face.
Dawn’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape but no sound came out and Willow looked at you, making a grimace.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, to not show how you were kind of enjoying your husband acting like this.
Before either of the girls could explain, he gave them a disappointed look.
You could feel the temperature in the room dropping, chills settling in.
“I can’t believe you two would ever even think of speaking to the woman who raised you like this.”
Stepping in to safe your girls from the lecture they were about to be served instead of dinner, you put your hands on Zayne’s shoulders, massaging him slightly,
“Zaynie, how mad would you be if I told you, I put them up to this?”
Zayne paused, slowly turning to face you.
You put on your best puppy eyes, trying to win him over. No such luck.
“You will be the death of me.”
He rubbed his temple and glanced back over at his daughters,
“I just hope you two know, that I felt levels of disappointment unreachable for others.”
Dawn let out a nervous chortle and Willow gave her a judging stare,
“Well, good thing we’d never actually speak to our lovely mommy like that!”
Zayne nodded, turning back to you.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook.”
He whispered dangerously to you, you blinked in surprise,
“Now, can I please have a normal family dinner with all of my girls? With no unnecessarily rude language?”
Your daughters giggled and smiled respectively, skipping to the table and sitting down.
Zayne wrapped an arm around your waist and lead you to the table.
You might be in danger.
Sylus
Sylus loved his twin sons, he couldn’t be prouder of them and he was also proud of the two of you for figuring out how to be good parents, even with your upbringings.
When the two boys were born, everyone expected Sylus to raise them strictly, preparing them for a life in the shadows, wanting them to follow in his footsteps, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
He raised them with gentleness and kindness, warmth and love, giving them everything they could ever ask for.
You had to step up and be the strict parent more often than not but you simply couldn’t mind, when you saw how Sylus looked at his sons with all the love in the world.
They’ve grown up to be empathetic and loving teenagers, incredibly emotionally intelligent for a pair of 15 year olds.
So, when you approached one of them with your silly idea, he immediately felt unsure.
“Mom, I don’t want to disrespect you, like, ever!”
Zeno had said with such sincerity, you almost felt bad for dragging him into this.
Keyword, almost.
“Zeno, it’ll be funny! I won’t take it personally, I know you’d never actually mean it.”
You tried to reassure him but he just wouldn’t budge.
You were thinking of ways to bribe him, when you suddenly got an idea,
While both of the twins looked exactly like their father, Zeno was more like Sylus, in the sense that he had the same exact soft spots his father had for you, in other words; Zeno was way more of a mama’s boy than Jaden, so you tried pulling on his heartstrings,
“Come onnnn, baby. Please? For your mom? It’ll be so much fun!”
You could see Zeno’s resolve falter and once he let out a defeated sigh, you knew you got him.
“Great, sweetheart, thank you so much!”
You could tell the idea was stressing him out, not because he was scared of what Sylus would do, but because he would never wanna speak to his mom like that!!! Even if it’s just for a joke!!!!
You cooed at him for being as cute as he was, before dragging him downstairs and giving him another round of encouragement.
“Alright, don’t break character and just say everything we went over, got it?”
Zeno nodded slowly, getting ready.
Zeno walked into the living room with quick steps, avoiding eye contact with Sylus and Jaden, who were sitting on the couch together.
“Come back here! I wasn’t done talking to you, Zeno.”
You called after him, not walking into the room just yet.
“Drop it already, mom! I’m done having this conversation.”
Jaden quirked a brow at his brother, staring at him judgingly, and Sylus silently observed what was unfolding before him.
“Zeno, if you won’t go, don’t ask to go out with your friends either. You can’t just do whatever you want.”
The 15 year old was mentally preparing himself, he turned towards you, ignoring his brother’s and father’s gazes.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything, mom?!”
He slightly raised his voice and you stopped in your tracks, looking at him in shock, patting yourself on the back in your mind for your awesome acting.
“Dude,”
Jaden started, Sylus still watching with hooded eyes,
“Zeno, I’m not joking around with you. You have to deal with the consequences of your choices.”
You stopped Jaden and expectantly looked at Zeno,
“Can you just shut up. Holy shit.”
He mentally winced and turned around to storm out of the room, before he could take even a step black and red tendrils surrounded him, spinning him back around and keeping him in place.
His brother was looking at him like he had grown a second head and he blinked up at his father, who had gotten up.
Sylus walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.
“I have no idea who you’re talking to like this right now but I’m damn sure it can’t be my wife.”
Zeno was scrambling to come up with something to say, as his knees buckled and he fell, luckily he felt his father soften the fall with his evol.
Sylus tsk’d and looked at his son disapprovingly,
“I don’t remember raising you to have no manners, boy.”
before things could escalate further, you wrapped your arms around your husband.
“Let him off the hook, I coaxed him into playing along.”
Zeno felt his father’s evol immediately let off and he quickly got up, pressing his palms together,
“I’m sorry, mom! I shouldn’t have agreed regardless. Forgive me, father.”
You smiled at him and shook your head,
“You’re so cute! You have no idea how much convincing it took me to get him to agree.”
You finished, looking up at Sylus like this was no big deal.
A pillow hit Zeno hard and he looked at his brother, who was staring right back, unimpressed.
Sylus just smirked down at you,
“You’re being a bad influence, sweetie.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, as he placed his hand on your lower back, pushing you out of the room.
As you two left, Sylus turned around, looking at both of his sons,
“I hope this served as a valuable lesson to you both.”
With that, he walked out to follow you.
Jaden went to throw another pillow at his brother,
“You’re an idiot.”
Xavier
Unfortunately for you, all your children are relatively young, getting an 8 year old to tell his mom to shut up, might not be the best idea; but that wasn’t going to stop you!
You just had to see how Xavier, Mr. Expressionless himself, would react.
As you instructed Xavier to put your youngest daughter to bed, you scrambled to explain how this was gonna go down to your oldest child, Elio, one more time,
“And after I say that, you’ll tell me to shut up, okay? Only this once.”
Elio nodded, while his other sister, Cassiopeia, sitting next to him, shook her head,
“Mommy, that’s mean! I don’t want him to say that to you.”
You smiled at your sweet daughter and kissed her on the forehead,
“It’s okay, Cassie. This is an exception! We’re doing this to see how daddy’s gonna react.”
She hummed and glared at her brother, before hugging you tightly,
“Why don’t you go join Celeste? But don’t tell your father about this, okay baby?”
She nodded and jumped off her brother’s bed before skipping out of the room.
You checked in with Elio one last time, the boy looking serious, as he accepted this as a mission.
“I’ll do my best, captain mommy.”
You bit back a laugh, before nodding at him seriously.
He got off his bed and acted like he was sneaking into the kitchen, Xavier leaving his daughter’s room just in time to see him.
Before he could say anything, your voice came through,
“Elio, go brush your teeth and go to bed!”
At first the 8 year old didn’t answer, as you called out his name again, he loudly went,
“SHUT UP.”
You walked out of his room, immediately making eye contact with Xavier, who looked at you in utter surprise.
You saw his eye twitch slightly, his brows being barely drawn together and something, almost looking like a scowl, found its way to his lips.
He walked into the kitchen with heavy steps,
“Where did you learn to talk like that?”
You quickly followed behind, seeing your son stare at his father expressionless, not answering.
Xavier inhaled quietly, you were starting to feel bad for working him up like this, especially so close to bed time. The shock probably getting rid of his sleepiness.
“You don’t speak to the woman who birthed you like this.”
At that, Elio cocked his head to the side,
“huhh?”
And you quickly put an end to this before Xavier started explaining how babies are made out of spite.
“Great job, hunter Elio. Mission accomplished!”
At that, Elio’s eyes lit up and he nodded, happily,
“I’ll go brush teeth…”
With that, he ran off.
Xavier turned around and looked at you in betrayal,
“Why would you tell him to speak to you like that?”
He asked calmly, but the dark look in his eyes gave him away.
You embraced him, hugging his waist and leaning your head into his chest,
“Let’s just say curiosity got the best of me~”
The look Xavier gave you would’ve had anyone else shaking, you just giggled and intertwined your fingers with his,
“We should check up on all the kids!”
Xavier sighed quietly, following you,
“Don’t think I won’t get my revenge, once all the kids are asleep.”
The soft melody from his expensive royal-looking piano had drawn you in. Xavier was elsewhere in the living room, probably asleep. You couldn’t resist pressing a few keys, trying to recreate the tune he’d played yesterday. As you leaned over to reach a higher note, your sleeve caught on several keys, and with a sickening crack, they snapped loose.
Your hands flew to your mouth. Three keys hung at awkward angles, completely broken from their moorings. The room suddenly felt too small, your heart pounding as tears welled in your eyes.
You heard his footsteps before you saw him in the doorway. His eyes widened slightly at your tears.
“I’m so sorry,” you blurted. “I was just—I didn’t mean to—” You couldn’t finish the sentence as your voice cracked.
“Why are you crying?” he asked. He walk towards you, then knelt beside you, hands gentle as he took the broken piano keys from your trembling fingers.
“The piano...” you managed. “I broke it... I’ll pay for repairs, I promise...” you stammered, wiping at your eyes.
Xavier glanced at the damaged instrument, then back to you. A small smile formed at the corners of his mouth as he sat beside you.
“It was an accident,” he said simply, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, his warm palm cupping your face. His touch lingered there, gentle and reassuring.
“But it’s your piano,” you insisted.
“The keys were already weak,” he replied with a slight shrug. “It’s already old, and I’ve been meaning to replace it.”
When you still looked uncertain, he added, “I don’t want you to be upset. Things break, and it’s okay.”
The way he said it—so matter-of-fact yet somehow gentle—made you feel like the broken piano truly was insignificant to him. In Xavier’s quiet, straightforward way, he’d made it clear that your distress concerned him far more than any damaged items.
𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
The hospital had called Zayne in for emergency surgeries three nights in a row. When you woke up early on his rare day off and found him already at his desk in the home office, surrounded by patient reports, you decided breakfast was in order.
You pushed the door open with your hip, balancing a tray with coffee and toast, just as Zayne reached for a folder. Your foot caught on the edge of his rug, and before you could regain balance, hot coffee splashed across his desk—directly onto the stack of patient reports he’d brought home. Dark liquid seeped into what looked like hours of meticulous work.
“I’m so sorry!” Your voice pitched higher with panic, ignoring the stinging pain on your palms. “Zayne, I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean—” Your hands shook as you tried to salvage the papers, only smearing them further.
Zayne stood immediately, his chair rolling back. The stern lines of his face were there, but not directed at you.
“Stop,” he said firmly, holding your hands away, and taking the tray from your shaking hands and setting it aside before you dropped it too. “Leave the papers.”
Tears welled up despite your efforts. “Your reports, all your work... I just—I just ruined your day off... I’m really sorry…”
Zayne set the papers aside and surprised you by taking your warm hands in his, turning them over to examine your skin.
“Did you burn yourself?” he asked, his voice soft.
You shook your head.
“Good.” He guided you to sit in his chair. “These are just copies. I can print them again.”
“But—”
“No ‘but.’” His thumb stroked across your knuckles, a small gesture of affection that contrasted with his authoritative tone. “I keep digital backups of everything, so don’t worry. And don’t feel bad about an accident you couldn’t control.”
He leaned down, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead, then reached for his phone.
“The reports can wait. Let’s order some breakfast, and I’ll get us something to heal your palms.”
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
The afternoon sunlight streamed through Rafayel’s studio windows, casting a golden glow across his workspace. You’d come to surprise him with lunch since he often forgot to eat when absorbed in his art.
As you walked between tables covered with half-finished projects, your bag caught on something. You turned to see a delicate sculpture teetering on its pedestal—a twisted form of glass and clay that Rafayel had spent weeks perfecting. Your heart stopped as it fell, shattering against the floor with a sound that seemed to echo forever.
“Oh…! No, no, no,” you whispered, dropping to your knees. Your fingers trembled as you tried to gather the larger pieces, tears blurring your vision.
“What happened? I heard—” Rafayel’s voice cut off as he entered the studio. You looked up, seeing his expression shift as he took in the scene.
“Rafayel, I’m so sorry,” your voice broke as you continued frantically collecting shards. “I can find someone who can repair it, or—”
“Hey, hey, stop!” He crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside you. “Leave it. You’ll cut yourself.”
When you continued reaching for a particularly sharp piece, he gently captured your hands.
“Your art…” you said, tears now falling freely. “I broke it...”
“It’s just clay and glass,” he said, pulling you away from the broken pieces and into his arms. “I can make another whenever I want.”
“But this one was special—”
“Not as special as you are to me.” Rafayel’s arms tightened around you as he rested his chin on top of your head. “You’re going to hurt yourself on these pieces,” he whispered. He rocked you gently until your breathing steadied, then pulled back to wipe your tears with his thumb.
“Besides,” he added casually, “now I have an excuse to try that new technique I’ve been thinking about. I’ve been wanting to replace that one with something new anyway. Do you wanna see, cutie?”
𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒
The wind through your hair, the purr of the engine between your legs—there was nothing like late-night rides on Sylus’s custom motorcycle. He’d let you borrow it occasionally, knowing how much you loved the freedom it gave you.
The evening ride had been your idea. “Just around the perimeter,” you’d suggested, and Sylus had agreed because honestly—what wouldn’t he do for you?
You didn’t see the oil slick until the bike suddenly skidded, then tumbled, throwing you clear but scraping across the pavement with a horrible screech of metal on asphalt. Pain shot through your arm as you landed hard.
He swore he’d never been so scared before. He just ditched his motorcycle and was at your side in an instant, his typically composed face taut with an emotion you rarely saw—fear.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, kneeling beside you, hands hovering as if afraid to touch you. “Where does it hurt?”
“The motorcycle—” you managed, tears forming as you looked at the mangled vehicle. Half the custom bodywork was destroyed, the handlebars twisted beyond recognition. “I’m so sorry—I’ll pay—I’ll—”
“Forget the motorcycle,” he snapped, voice sharp but hands gentle as they examined your scraped arm. He was mad at himself for letting the situation even happen.
You’d never seen him this shaken—Sylus, who always had a plan, who always remained calm and controlled.
“I shouldn’t have—” he cut himself off with a sigh before carefully helping you sit up. His fingers brushed your face, wiping away tears and examining you for injuries with tenderness. “I’m just glad the feisty kitten is all okay.” Sylus’s expression shifted to relief, though concern still lined his eyes.
“I’m sorry it got wrecked…” you whispered again.
“I have others,” he said dismissively. “Stop thinking about it.”
When he helped you to your feet, he kept his arm firmly around you, as if afraid you might vanish if he let go. The destroyed motorcycle lay forgotten on the road behind you as he carried you away to his own.
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁
The storage room in Caleb’s work room was cluttered with mementos from his piloting days. You were searching for an old photo album when your elbow knocked against something on a high shelf.
You turned just in time to see the model spacecraft—the intricate replica of Caleb’s first fighter that you’d given him last year—tumble and crash onto the floor. Pieces scattered everywhere, the delicate wings and engines breaking apart on impact.
Panic seized your chest as you dropped to your knees. Caleb had spent two days putting it together; you remembered how his face lit up with boyish excitement when you’d presented it to him. Now it lay in ruins.
Frantically, you gathered pieces, trying to fit them back together, but your shaking hands only made things worse. You were so focused on your desperate repair attempt that you didn’t hear the door open.
“Hey, what are you doing in—” Caleb’s voice cut off abruptly.
You looked up to see him staring at the broken model, he looked surprised but his gaze softened when your eyes met, and tears welled in yours as you held broken pieces in your trembling hands.
“I’m sorry…” you whispered, voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to—”
Before you could say more, he was on the floor beside you, pulling you on his lap, into a tight embrace. His arms were firm around you.
“Hey, hey, hey… it’s okay. It’s just a model,” he murmured against your hair, his voice steady and reassuring.
“But you worked so hard on it...”
He pulled back slightly, brushing tears from your face with a gentle thumb. His smile alone radiates comfort as he looks at you.
“Then we’ll build a new one together,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I bet we can make this one even better.” He looked down at the pieces scattered around you both. “Maybe add some modifications here and there, what do you think?”
His warm laughter finally broke through your guilt, and he held you close as if the broken model was the furthest thing from his mind.
AN: @his_lily00 on tiktok inspired this little diddy. I love you girl, stay freaky, never change.
Caleb x reader
He's been asking for weeks for you to sit on his face. He already enjoys eating you out but he's never gotten you to climb on top of him like that.
If you're worried about being too heavy, he immediately waves the thought away. If you're REALLY worried about being too heavy, he promises to use his evol to make sure you don't crush him.
When you finally agree, he drops everything he's doing and lays down right then and there. It doesn't matter if he's in the living room or the bedroom, he's finally getting exactly what he wants and he's not going to give you a chance to second guess yourself.
He prefers if you just push your panties aside to let him eat you out. He likes when you keep them on during sex and this is no different. There's something hot about just pulling them to the side and fucking you. Like he can't wait the extra three seconds to take them off of you. He needs to have you right now.
When he finally gets his tongue inside you, it's perfect. He's always been good about eating you out. He enjoys it a lot. But something about you being on top of him while he does it really gets him going. Your soaking wet pussy just drips directly into his mouth and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Every little noise you let out just makes him want to bury his face further into your pussy. When you grab a fistful of his hair and try to rock your hips onto his face, he groans so loud you're sure the neighbors heard him.
Slowly but surely, you can feel your body beginning to move. It isn't until his face is buried in your pussy that you realize he's not using his evol on you anymore.
If you try to get up, he's digging his fingers into your thighs to keep you in place. He'll use his evol again if only to make sure that you. don't. move.
Can he breathe? Who cares. He doesn't. He's in heaven right now and if going to Heaven means he gets to stay there, that's a sacrifice he's willing to make.
He's curling his tongue inside you, tasting everything that he can't. He can't get enough of the way you taste. He usually pretty vocal in bed but he's extra vocal right now. This is all he's ever wanted.
He sucks on your clit a little too hard and you cum hard enough to see stars. You pull harder on his hair and the mix of the pain from his hair and your pussy clenching around his tongue makes him cum without a single touch to his cock.
He keeps sucking until you're a whining mess on top of him. He cums longer than he's used to and there's a large stain quickly forming on his pants.
From that moment forward, he'll whine and beg for you to sit on his face more often. He's already gotten a taste for it, he wants more.
losing all my innocence in the back seat (˶´ཀ`˶) been so well-behaved but boy, i'm weak when it comes to my favorite, keisuke baji ( ≧ᗜ≦)₊˚⊹♡ happy birthday to the best one of the best ones 🧎♀️🙏🏻 this is v self-indulgent bc i made this mf wear my favorite scrunchie, favorite heartshaker, and favorite bracelet hdjsks
Tags: fluff, smut, mentions of brat taming, one mention of calling him daddy, reader is a whiny baby (totally not a self insert) it's soft, I promise, D/s dynamic.
Whether you’re two inches taller or a head taller, this man will think it’s a crime against him. Because how dare you?? You’re his baby? You’re too cute to be taller than him?? HE should be tall, the world was just turning against him.
“Mikey, you’re an adult, you can’t grow anymore.”
“I will hang upside down if I want to!”
He refuses to let you tilt your head down, he gets on his toes (acting as if that wasn’t noticeable) and kisses you the first month of your relationship. But he melts instantly and doesn’t think much when you adjust your chin because he’s then attached to your lips for a good while.
Stairs are his HEROES. He’ll do his best not to let you in on his schemes, stopping you a step or even two behind him so he can cup your face and have you look up at him with your pretty eyes. His kisses are always tender then, sticky and hot before you guys are either interrupted by one of your friends (he does not give a shit, he will kiss you in front of everyone, they can fuck right off.) or you remind him that you guys had places to be.
He always presses soft kisses on your forehead and hair, whispering about how sweet you are.
If his friends ever tease him about the stairs, he glares at them (ineffective) or throws a slipper (sometimes it hits their face and sometimes it’s caught and not returned. He just takes off the other, holds your hand and pulls you forward)
Hills are useful for the same reason, he frequently pulls you towards the more sloped areas of the city, just so he can pepper kisses all over your face and bite your lip. One time he just took you there when no one was around and did that for a good thirty minutes before you whined that your feet were getting tired. He would smooch that pout right off of your face.
At one point he tried wearing heels and they worked! But he hated every second of it. Even if it was an inch or two taller, he would complain how uncomfortable they were. He’d be stubborn for five minutes before letting you pry it off his feet and replace it with his flat ones.
The bed is the most convenient because it’s comfortable and he can scooch upwards so your head was in the crook of his neck. But he didn’t always do it because resting his cheek against your chest to hear your heartbeat was his favorite. Plus he can press kisses there as well or suck on the skin to mark you.
If you took selfies, be prepared to crouch so he can look taller, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and cheek pressed against your head. You sitting against his chest was also perfect! Because his chin would just be on your shoulder and no one could tell.
In all honesty, chances are if you are taller he still feels bigger.
His presence is wide enough to swallow anyone who would try to hurt you, he has never not been intimidating to his rivals. And his hands are always so big when they hold your face, long fingers trailing gently along your cheek.
Or when they pump in and out of your hole, grinning while you whine at him.
And he’s the one who holds you down while he’s on top of you, not letting you move an inch as he overstimulates you to filth
And yeah you’re taller but you fit right over his lap when he spanks you for misbehaving. He doesn’t seem that small now, right? :( With how easily he can manhandle you and keep you in place with one hand while the other grabs, squeezes and reddens your poor ass.
And you’re definitely too tiny for his cock :( It’s too thick for you to handle, fills you up so well until you’re whiny and crying. And when he bounces you on his cock, you can’t help notice his big strong shoulders that you cling to. They would flex when you would dig your nails into them, and block your vision when he’s above you.
You think you’re too tall? Does it really matter when he has you pressed against a wall, nipping at your neck as you mewl little pretty moans and take him like a good baby.
And you are a good baby, he lets you know. He coos and mimics your cute sounds, pouts with you and goes faster when you tell him it’s too much.
I don’t think you understand that to him, you’re tiny. To him, you’re just his little one that needs cuddles and a good fuck to be able to sleep.
And when you lay on your stomach, he’s the one pressing kisses against your nape. He’s the one praising you, telling how well you did. He’s the one hushing and cooing at you, pressing a water bottle against your lips and pecking your nose just to see it wrinkle and for a giggle to escape you.
He’s the one who always calls you baby, who takes charge in kisses and keeps you close for the sake of it.
He’s the one you look up at when you need comfort and safety. He’s the one who you curl into for those things.
He’s the one you call Daddy when it’s just the two of you.
He’s the one who handles the brattiness you have, the one who fucks it out of you and the one who uses his low voice to make sure you behave.
He’s the one you love and it’s okay if he’s shorter because really, it never mattered.
if manjiro sano ever saw his wife in a sundress, he’d drop to his knees and worship her right then and there—not that he didn’t do that every day already.
when you stepped out of the bathroom in a cute little sundress that hugged your figure just right, you couldn’t resist giving your husband a playful twirl, the skirt swirling around you perfectly. you’d tied your hair with a bow to complete the look, and manjiro just stood there, staring, his jaw slack and drool threatening to escape the corner of his mouth.
you turned back around with a smile, but it quickly morphed into a puzzled expression. “manjiro? honey, you’re drooling.”
“huh?” he blinked, not even bothering to wipe the drool away. “you’re not wearing that out of the house without me.” he closed the distance between you, slipping his hands around your waist.
you chuckled, grabbing a nearby towel to dab the drool from his chin. “what are you talking about, baby?”
“you’re just too…” manjiro trailed off, his eyes locked on the stunning woman in his arms. “too...?”
you tilted your head with an amused smile, watching as he looked at you like a dog with its ears perked up and tail wagging in anticipation.
“perfect,” he finally finished, a grin spreading across his face. your blond husband then pulled you close and dipped you unexpectedly.
“oh!” you squealed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck for stability.
he chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, his lips tasting of your strawberry chapstick as his tongue playfully sought entrance. you gave it without hesitation, and the two of you made out for a few sweet minutes until the need for air forced you to pull away, breathless and slightly flushed.
“what was that for?” you asked, your voice tinged with a soft blush.
manjiro smiled down at you. “will you marry me again?”
you rolled your eyes, playfully exasperated. “'jiro, i’ve remarried you twice already. we can’t keep doing this.”
“yes, we can. we have the money. or better yet, let’s just skip to the honeymoon part, yeah?”
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