𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

The movie marathon had stretched late into the night. You were sprawled on top of Xavier, your head resting on his chest as the TV cast flickering light across the darkened room. His steady heartbeat had almost lulled you to sleep when you felt his hand shift slightly beneath you.

Smack!

The unexpected slap to your ass made you jolt upright, nearly headbutting his chin in the process.

“Did you forget about earlier?” he asked.

You laughed, settling back against him. “I thought you might have fallen asleep and forgotten.”

I know we've all thought about it before but like

Sylus having a partner who is the embodiment of sunshine and rainbows. He'd be hard pressed to find any dark color in their outfits, and anything lacking some color. Frilly dresses, bright elegant suits, sweaters, shirts, full outfits of bright rainbow

They're excited to introduce him to their friends. They talk about him all the time, gushing about how sweet he is and how gentle he is with them. Obviously painting a portrait for their friends to live up to

So imagine their surprise when they show up with a hulking, 6'2" (ahem 6'5") man in dark clothes and red eyes, with a deep voice and darkness etched into his soul

This is the man who won't let them go when they try to get up after cuddling him??? This is the guy who insists on holding their hand??? This is the man that they called them all gushing about after their first kiss with him because he was so soft and sweet and held them so close???????

And he can't stop smirking because he knows exactly what they must be thinking

needy!caleb is definitely just caleb all the time. especially when he comes home after being gone for too long, the absolute best... how he gets on his knees and nuzzles his head into your lower stomach, breathing in your scent & gripping your ass. he'd whimper lightly into the cloth of your shirt, almost to the brink of tears from how much he missed you.

"god, baby, you smell so fucking good." he'd mumble, eyes squeezed shut and nostrils flared with the force of his inhales.

if you told him you wanted to move, he'd simply tilt his head slightly up to look at you, giving you a warning glare. but if you suggested to move to the bed to properly cuddle, thats a whole different story. he'd jump right up to his feet and practically run to the bed, taking you along with him when he leaps on the mattress. he'll force you into a laying position before nudging his nose deep onto your chest, moaning into your breasts.

"i need you so bad, pips, please. pleasepleaseplease..." he whimpers, dragging a hand to your boobs to toy with your nipples.

it doesnt take long until he's balls deep inside your cunt, sprawled on top of you. he can't control himself anymore, every thrust comes a sob and more tears begin to form. he's so overstimulated but so happy to be enveloped in your sweet warmth again; a lazy smile plastered onto his face. he's actually quite a beautiful sight to see if you were able to see him... maybe if you werent so drunk on his cock you'd have the luxury of witnessing him all blissed out. regardless, the feeling of his drool-filled tongue on your shoulder blade accompanied by his incoherent mumbles are juuuust enough to send you over the edge once again; the feeling of your pussy squeezing him milking his cock for what feels like the 100th time. all he can do is bawl and beg for it to not happen, a string of 'nononono's coming out of his mouth in a desperate attempt to stop his body from cumming.. it's just sooo painful to his poor abused member:(((

the night would inevitably end with you and him sleeping together (still connected) in a bed soaked with lots more than one bodily fluid... just how caleb likes it.

pussy destroyer in both ways

NSFW— minors do not interact

cw— creampie

thinking abt Caleb’s big dick </3

you want to blame it on him, say it’s his fault and swear that he does it on purpose. but you know he’s not. he can’t help it that he’s so deliciously hung.

somehow he manages to tuck it into his pants in just the right way that leaves you wondering, but behind closed doors when the day is said and done it’s like he sets it loose. he walks around in his boxers or a baggy pair of pj pants, ones that barely contain the sizable bulge that tents under his waistband.

he’s not trying to seduce you but it works all the same.

you almost feel bad when he catches you ogling him. those pretty purple puppy dog eyes gaze down at you with a sinful innocence that makes you huff.

it’s thick and heavy. so so heavy it makes you drool just thinking about the feeling of it in your hands. it stands tall and proud and so pathetically hard for you. it’s pretty. so pretty in the way it seems to challenge you when it twitches and bobs for your attention.

he knows it’s big but he doesn’t know it’s big. he’s just been hauling it around with him all this time not knowing how full it’d make you. how you cry and push your palm against his abs as he humps in and out of you.

“too much too much!” you’d slur into the sheets and he wouldn’t know what to do. is his dick not supposed to be this big?? is he hurting you?? is it normal to feel every twitch and clench of your pussy from all sides like he is right now?? because it’s making him lose his damn mind.

“are you okay? d-does it hurt?” his voice is light but rough as if it was ripped from his diaphragm. the fingers that hold your waist tighten and dip into your skin as he forces himself to slow down.

you pant absentmindedly in response. your core burns violently in the best way possible. Caleb hits every spot all at once and each thrust stretches you out so good. his cock head kisses your g spot so firmly yet so tender, sending you spiraling into a filthy mess. he’s not even going as hard as you told him to and you’re about to cum all over him anyway.

“pips.” he calls. the bed dips beside your head as he leans over you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple and nuzzling into your cheek with his nose. your cunt hasn’t stopped trying to suck him in and he whines and whimpers into your neck in feeble resistance.

“i’m here. just—Caleb, you’re so biggg.” you drawl. “you give it to me so good can’t take it.”

he pulls away to look at you and his lips part to speak but the sexiest moan rips from his throat to interrupt him as you rut your hips back into him. his girthy length slides and catches on all the right ridges and you cry in ecstasy.

the coil in his abdomen suddenly snaps and he’s pumping the fattest of loads right into your womb and you feel it in your throat, the addicting heat swirls in your stomach and the gift keeps giving. it starts to spurt and leak, leaving a milky ring around the base of him, some spilling out to stain the sheets. ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ his lips brush the shell of your ear as he chants and his chest presses into your back to anchor you.

all you can hear is the deafening squelching of his seed getting fucked into you and his pitchy wails of your name.

no wonder he’s so big. he’s just so full of creamy white love for you can you feel it? you’ll take it all for him right? :(

8:53 pm - domestic moments (bath time) w/ sylus

just thinking about being all domestic with sylus. specifically, him taking care of you.

it's late, and you've finally been able to retire for the night. you're body is all sore from running around town, fighting wanderers, working with the hunters association. even after a long day of fighting and work and even more fighting, you made you're way to the n109 to seek comfort in the Onychinus leader himself.

Sylus watches as you enter the living room, disheveled with what your day had thrown at you. he watches, no observes you. it takes no more than a second for him to pick up on your fatigue. he knew, of course, that today beat you up more than others. he had Mephisto to thank for that insight.

he sits up from his spot of the couch, moving towards you faster than your eyes allow it. one moment he's looming over you, the next you're being lifted up bridal style towards the bathroom.

"hey! no sudden movements, my head really hurts". you punch him, but both of you knew that there wasn't any intention of any real damage. Sylus really tried to, but he can't help but let out a laugh at your weak to escape his grasp.

it isn't long until you've both made it to the bathroom. he sets you down on the bathroom counter, while still holding you close.

"you've had a long day, haven't you sweetie? Why don't you just unwind and relax for me, hm?"

you peak at the bath that sylus had prepared. It's the most detailed setup you've seen- candles, rose petals floating in the water, bath salts and a crow shaped bath bomb resting on top of the bath tray.

"Sylus..." you try to find your words, but it's quickly halted. Sylus presses a kiss on your forehead, before stepping out and letting you undress and settling into the bath.

the lightly floral scent fills the bath, and your body quickly relaxes at the warmth of the water. oh, this is what you needed.

"Just relax and let me take care of you". Sylus reappears into the bathroom, with your favorite bath products in hand. He starts with running shampoo and conditioner through your hair. he moves to massage your neck, then back, all while pressing light kisses all over your body. you can hear him murmur small "you're perfect", "so hardworking", and an "I love you" ever here and there.

you sank deeper and deeper into his touch, allowing him your vulnerability. It wasn't until you stop feeling his touch that you open your eyes to face him.

"I'll give you some time alone, if you'd like. I know today has been hard". He barely moves before you grasp his hand, letting out a tired "stay".

and of course, Sylus does exactly that. After all, how could he deny the request of his love? He silently undresses himself, before joining you in his thankfully large bath.

you both settle in comfortable silence. While you know that you both will have loads of work tomorrow, you relish in the feeling of just being with each other now.

I want to cry I love sylus sm (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

@myntrose 2025 - do not copy or translate my work

off guard on duty

— the big twins watch the little twins for a day and long for what they think they'll never have.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: my babies my angels my loves ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ sylus is just a dad of 4. here's a silly little fic about the big twins watching the little twins. they have a great time. let me know what you think of this one lol, it was super fun to make! enjoy! ❀-urs important heads up for context of this story: kyros and lucian are (my headcanon) sylus's twin boys. around 3 years old at this time.

Don’t drop them.

Don’t lose them.

Dinner is at six.

Easy enough. They’ve gone through more difficult missions before. Covert ones, requiring meticulous planning and great improvisation. 

Kieran prides himself in being able to execute seventeen different kinds of strategies to take down a group of thirty men within 5 minutes. Luke can persuade anyone into doing anything, and eliminate them— without a trace—if they don’t comply. Exceptional mercenaries. Isolated ghosts. Nothing is impossible.

Perfectly capable babysitters, if you ask them. 

How they made the silent twin wail like a siren and the rambunctious one sit still was beyond them.

“Papa!” Kyros screams, blotchy red cheeks puffed and damp bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. He presses himself against the heavy main door, as if forcing himself to walk through, stretching his little limbs and straining his ankles to reach the knob. “Papa! Papa!” 

10:49 pm - domestic moments (nighttime routine) w/caleb

I just know that a nighttime routine with Caleb isn't as simple as getting ready for bed and going to sleep.

No, because getting ready for bed with him is really hard, because he just has to be within your personal space at all times.

brushing your teeth? He's got his arms around your body from behind you, burrowing his face in your neck. applying some skin care? Well, looks like he needs your help putting some on his face too! If you try and leave the room, best know he'll be right behind following you.

Caleb leans against the bathroom counter, a whopping 2 feet away from you. He watches as you wash your face, cleaning off the soap that lingers on. Before you have the chance to, he already has a small towel in hand, wiping the water off from your face.

"Hey, I can do that myself, you know". He knows, but he doesn't acknowledge what you just said, and murmurs about how you missed a spot of soap near your hair. Caleb runs the towel under some water, before washing away the remaining soap on your face.

You're not done there. When changing into your pajamas, he won't miss the chance to ask for if you need help. If you say yes, he'll help you slip into your night wear (that he bought for you, because he wants the best and comfiest pj's for his pipsqueak). If you say no, he'll put on the biggest pout you've ever seen, but comply nonetheless and look away as you change. But the moment you're fully dressed? Yeah, he's pulling you into a bear hug now.

Measuring at 188 cm/6'2 ft, it's no doubt that Caleb is huge. He's built like a machine too (not just his mechanic arm but you get it). He runs on the warmer side, which is wonderful during the cooler winter season. He knows how uncomfortable the extra heat can get when it's warmer out, but he just has to hold you close while sleeping. Ceiling fan on, extra fans in the room, dropping the temp, you name it. If it gets you to cuddle against him, he'll do it.

Even when you both are resting comfortably in bed, your nighttime routine isn't over just yet. Caleb likes to have you either little spoon or be right on top of him. Either way, he has a habit of running his hands down your back, drawing small shapes that ultimately makes you succumb to sleep even faster.

He loves to scan your features, memorizing everything he can about you. The number of lashes on each eye, the way you skin feels against him, every mark and mole and scar you have on your body, he burns into his brain because to him, you are a work of art.

He's no stranger to loosing you. He never wants that to happen again. So, even when it's the depths of night, and you're fast asleep, Caleb whispers small affirmations of love to both you and the universe.

"I'll protect you. Always"

"Thank you, for being with me"

"I love you"

And when the time comes that you're both asleep, you can count on all this repeating against the next night.

But neither of you would have it any other way.

@myntrose 2025 on tumblr - do not copy or translate

I don’t think Caleb realizes how loud he is in bed until you both decide to film the next time you guys have sex.

He felt embarrassed,

“I could barely hear you, why didn’t you tell me to shut up?”

“Why in the world would I do that?” You really didn’t understand his dilemma. Caleb’s moans and praises were exactly the cherry on top of everything else when he laid inside you under the tussled sheets.

“You could at least cover my mouth or…kiss me or..”

“I do kiss you, but I’m not telling you to shut up you sound amazing, Cay.”

His gaze on you felt heavy enough for you to turn from what you were fiddling with in the kitchen to hold his cheeks, like fire to ice he melted in your touch, “I love your noises because it lets me know I make you feel good almost enough as you make me feel good.”

Those puppy dog eyes of his made you almost whine out an “aww” and just baby him away from the world. It was ridiculous how easily he could wrap you around his finger and not even know it, “wanna know a secret?”

Reaching to his ear, his hands steadying your waist you whisper, “I once touched myself to thought about the way you cry out my name .”

You pat his now very warm cheek to casually continue making your coffee until he grabs your wrist. He wasn’t looking at you, but your could see him bite back a mischievous smile.

“So, you do like when I don’t hold back?”

“Duh. You sound prettier anyway.”

“Oh?” The gap between you both closed. Your body now pushed in between the cool steel of the fridge door and Caleb’s hot chest, “Then I guess I have to prove you wrong.”

Lifting your eyebrows you didn’t quite understand until he picked you up to place you on the kitchen counter, immediately sniffing your neck before lifting up his your shirt to squeeze your thighs, “May I?”

“Always.”

Eventually Caleb and yourself remade a new video, and this time he wasn’t the only loud one. And now he knows he can be as freely vocal as he can when he’s inside you.

Kisses kisses and lots of kisses for Rafayel 💗