アエニシャ 20s

TW. dryhumping, teasing, fem reader, piv

i think xavier would be really into just grinding through clothes—like sometimes he prefers it over actual sex. there’s something so tantalizing about how desperate you get for him even when he’s not technically touching you.

you fit together perfectly, the outline of his cock sliding between your clothed pussy lips with ease. he’d start with slow movements, testing which pressure you whined at the most. even through the layers of fabric, you could still feel his thick cock twitch with every movement, the way he’d groan into your ear and squeeze your thighs hard enough to bruise making your legs wrap around his back.

he got off to how small you were compared to him, the sight of his bulge completely spreading your clothed cunt open making him wanna take you then and there. still, he’d continue to tease you until you were on the verge of tears.

“you feel so good, star”

“look how wet you are, my girl’s so needy isn’t she?”

“so small under me, can barely take me like this, hm?”

sometimes he’d let you flip him over and ride him like this too, the slick seeping past the fabric of your panties soaking his boxers, making them neatly translucent. it took his breath away to see how needy you could get, crying and begging him to fuck you already but still humping against him like a dog in heat.

your tits bounced in his face every time you rubbed against his length, the sight making his cock swell with want. sometimes you focused just on his tip, rubbing it on your clit and nearly cumming the second xavier began to moan from it. at that point he’d begin fucking into you from below, both of you still clothed but deciding to forego the removal of your clothes to finally reach the edge you’d been chasing.

he always made you finish first, the sight of you spasming above him was what would throw him over the edge. as a thick pool of cum began to seep through his boxers, he’d pull his still hard cock out and move your panties to the side, both of you moaning from the overstimulation as he finally gave you what you’d been begging for.

he buys her the nicest treats. she begs for ham from the lunchmeat drawer of the fridge instead.

he buys her the flashiest toys. she bats around cotton swabs and tin foil balls instead.

he buys her the softest cat bed. she likes to sleep on whatever clothes are laying on the floor instead.

he buys- and assembles!- the best cat tree on the market, only for her to be fascinated by its box instead.

Dad!Caleb x Mom!Reader

Notes: Caleb has an older son and a younger daughter

Caleb is very, very involved with his family.

As a bare minimum, of course he knows what his kids' allergies are, their grades in school, their favorite and least favorite foods, goes to every sports meet and show, and he knows about their favorite shows and books.

And he knows every single meme they bring up.

Caleb Xia, such a hardass at work, incredibly strict, and almost cruel to anyone who crosses him... imagine what his coworkers would think when they see him outside of the fleet on the weekend with his family when he's in a shirt that says "C.H.U.D." and 6-7s with his kids in grocery store parking lot.

I do think he'll cling on to some traditional values. His son is the protector, soon-to-be the man of the family, and his daughter is the "protected." But their mother is a high-level Hunter, so you encourage them to break the mold if they wish.

However, no matter what, his kids better know how to cook and clean.

Every single meal he makes and every single packed lunch looks like they belong in food magazines. Especially when his kids were younger, he'd make rice balls that resemble their favorite characters and animals, make roses out of radishes or avocados, etc. It's a spectacle every time his kids open their lunch boxes in the middle of class.

Every single lunch box always has a new note every day, either with a dad-joke, a science fact, encouragement, or simply saying, "Papa loves you."

To him, it's the ultimate honor that his family eats his food and only his food. It might be near Michelin star-level, but when his kids were little tots, they didn't care about how organic, how premium, how tasty it was, they just wanted McDonald's like what they saw on TV or with their friends.

Sure, he'll give them McDonald's, Jollibee, Pizza Hut, etc. whenever they ask for it. (He spends weeks buying from these fast food places in secret, saving and cleaning the packaging until he can recreate his own, testing and trialing recipes until he develops a one that's 10x better than the original, and gives them "McDonald's" that looks exactly like the ads.)

There are several days a year where his kids and you aren't allowed to have any other plans: that's the birthdays, some major holidays, and...dumpling day and zongzi day.

He's making enough food to last for a whole quarter of a year at the least, and spends weeks before preparing for it, going to wet markets with you and the kids in tow to carry all the bags, haggling with the aunties and uncles for the best deals, and even arranging shipments to your house.

The aunties and uncles drive hard bargains, but are willing to throw in freebies every now and then because "he has such a beautiful family."

Then, with C-dramas (watching the 100th cold CEO and poor working girl plotline that month) playing in the background, you all have to spend hours making the wrapper, chopping veggies, mixing several different dumpling fillings, and folding over 1000 dumplings before they go in the freezer or are shared with neighbors and friends.

Not to mention the many pickle jars he has with brines starting even before his children were born.

His kids know it's the weekend when they'll wake up in the morning to the sound of the vacuum running with songs from their parents' youth playing.

His kids always cringe whenever he wears that stupid "Kiss the Cook" apron and asks for his "payment" whenever you walk by.

How gross, aren't you guys too old to be doing this? they ask.

Can you imagine what a cozy house he has? Apple shaped placemats, cookie jars, tea kettles... plushies everywhere from your claw machine wins, the softest couches and carpet.

Every single corner of his house, it has something to do with you or the kids: wedding memorabilia, marks on the door to measure their heights, every trophy they've won, and hundreds of photo frames of you and your family all throughout every room.

"just the check, please."

sylus's low voice makes you perk up from where you're eating the last bites of your dessert. mischief bubbles in your chest. you set down your fork and start rummaging through your bag.

"what are you doing?" sylus asks, eyebrow arching.

you can practically hear his thoughts. he's definitely wondering why you've decided to look through your bag after he asked for the check. the two of you have had this conversation many times before. he'll pay for any and all of your dates, regardless if you're planning to use the card he had given you.

you give him an innocuous smile. "just looking for my phone." you casually excuse yourself. sylus easily lets his suspicions go, especially since the waiter has arrived with the check.

you've seen videos of people handing their partner's cash or their card to see their reactions. even though you know how sylus would react, you would never pass up the chance to prank him. so, as you grab your phone, you also grab your personal credit card, keeping the card hidden in your hand.

taking out his wallet, sylus gives a cursory glance at the receipt, and you make your move.

with the low lights of the restaurant, all you can see is sylus's amused smirk as your hand scoots over towards him. you lift your hand and beneath it is your credit card. you watch, amused, as sylus's smirk falls. without even looking away from the receipt book, he flicks the card back towards you. you let out a gasping laugh at his actions.

sylus places his card in the book, closes it, and hands it to the waiter. he turns back towards you and playfully tsks at you.

"you know better, darling." his low drawl combined with the amusement in his red eyes makes you laugh a little harder.

"do i?" you crone out, fluttering your eyelashes playfully.

"even if don't—" sylus's eyes go half-lidded a bit. "—i can certainly teach you once more."

Archfiend aka Sylus at his most violent and bitchy. Doesn't give a fuck about trying to kill and betraying MC. I'm so obsessed with him that it's changed the way I want to portray him in fics. His Victorian Gothic theme and aesthetic are right up my alley.

Linkon Sylus. A little less violent and insane but still so.

Primordial Chaos AU for the rare possessive flare. That sex scene!!

Tartarus. The only father figure character that I can get behind. Sylus is opening my eyes to so many things. He could work on his communication skill though.

Dragon. He's so baby. It's his first life and he's chained in some cave for hundreds of years and hunted down just because he's different. I hate everyone.

Casablanca AU. He looks so good being a conniving vigilante during a war.

“this chip because it has a fold and you like the crunch”

“this spoon to eat your ice cream because it’ll pick up just the right amount, but if you were having a sherbet you’d pick the other one because it’s better for scraping”

“this french fry because it’s longer, crunchier and has more salt”

You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.

That doesn't stop him trying.

The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.

His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.

He'd never been inside.

So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.

The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.

"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."

Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.

You freeze.

"Just there," he breathes.

Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.

He's the first to break it.

His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.

But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.

It's different after that.

Caleb x MC!