Working overtime the month and a half

Guess who is working EVERY SINGLE DAY this month

୨ৎ ❤︎⁠ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐈𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❤︎⁠ ୨ৎ

WC: 1,226 | AO3 link ─────── Caleb x fem!reader Summary: Caleb strokes his cock whilst watching you try on all the various outfits you bought with his money that day. Tags & CWs: heavy pseudo-incest, masturbation, pearl necklace, Caleb's POV, they're both as perverted as each other ─────── idk what happened this wasn't supposed to be this long pfff

"So I wasn't really sure about this one. The shoulders seemed a little too...poofy?" Caleb watches you twist and turn in front of the mirror to see yourself from all angles. "What do you think?"

You turn around, waiting for Caleb's assessment.

"No no, it looks - mm - it looks real nice on you." He says, looking you up and down appreciatively from his place on the edge of the bed.

"Do you really have to do that every time I show you the outfits I bought?" You sigh at him, pointedly looking down to where he's languidly stroking his cock. "You're such a pervert."

"What," he says with a breathy chuckle. "It's like you're putting on a show for me. I've course I'm gonna jerk off."

You roll your eyes and go to grab your next dress.

"Plus," he mutters to himself when you're out of earshot. "Maybe I get off on my little sister spoiling herself with my money."

the cool thing about this app is you’re never the craziest one here

Random Sy drabble cuz I sleep in only my underwear when I'm alone so I wanted to explore like, only-one-bed, pre-relationship, still-sorta-enemies with him lol gets a little suggestive <333

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a/n - self indulgent. this is exactly what sylus is for

“ Sylus ,” you whined, your tone already indicative of the prominent pout shaping your lips. “You know this isn’t the dish set I wanted.”

“ Yes , but the one you wanted was sold out. I figured I’d use a similar one as a place holder until I was able to get my hands on the one you picked out,” he replied, cool and collected as always.

“I don’t want any placeholders. I’d rather just stick to what we already have,” you huffed, a scowl scrunching your face up as you appraised the disappointment of a bowl in your hand.

since wattpad is fucked and banned smut, heres sum for your troubles a badge you can put in your bio. 😭

"Don't you want his life?"

"If I kill him here..."

"You can do that. I promise your association will never find out."

giving sylus a hand job and he finally cums, spilling on the both of you before sliding his cum coated cock through your slick folds and slipping into your tight entrance, both your arousal and his release easing the pain from the stretch and allowing him to smoothly glide into the deepest parts of you

I’ve had tumblr for 4 years but some of you bitches have had it for a decade. It’s time to seek penance

wait I’m curious now . Reblog this with how long u’ve been on tumblr for. Dating back to ur oldest blog ever !!!

sylus knowing you as being independent and expecting a bit of a struggle when it comes to you letting him spoil you but you welcome it with open arms. he's a little shocked (though he doesn't show it) at how eager you are to spend his money, but he doesn't know the half of it.

"give me a number," you say. "any number and I'll spend that much right now."

and so he says a number and your eyes light up.

"give me fifteen minutes. I'd say ten but I'll need to input your details in some of these sites which will take up some time."

you crack your knuckles and get to work.

and, boy, is he impressed.

and painfully aroused.

he watches the transactions go through with heat spreading up his neck, through his chest, and rushing down low.

all he can think to himself as he smirks with hooded eyes is, that's my girl

just an overflow from a previous post of mine about me not having nearly enough shame to turn down sylus' offers to spoil. I see a lot of fics about insisting on independence (which is fine and understandable) but personally there isn't a single universe where a hot billionaire would offer to spend on me and I'd turn it down. that doesn't even sound like me.

Not The Lips!

warnings/tags: 18+ mdni, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, piv, headlock, squirting

a/n - I'm 21 and HORNY for Sylus Qin (read in the same cadence as 'I'm 17 and AFRAID of Sabrina Carpenter'). also my black readers in particular should understand the importance of keeping this combo on lock

“Hold it right there, mister!”

Sylus paused, lips puckered, eyelids slowly blinking open upon feeling your fore finger connect with his lips instead of your lips. This again.

“Hm?” he hummed against your digit, his voice playfully flicking up at the end.

“We haven’t even gotten out of the house yet, I am not having you ruin my lip combo!”

sometimes you find it hard to believe your husband is a crime lord rather than a huge walking talking cuddly teddy bear. no matter what kind of day he's had, he needs to dedicate a portion of it to holding you in his arms, basking in your warmth. and today is no different.

you're woken by the sound of sylus' pristine chelsea boots lightly clicking along the floor of the hallway of his penthouse, a signal that he's come back from his work , what ever that may be. the bedroom door ghosts open, not making so much as a squeak as he glides over to you.

for some time, you don’t move, pretending to still be asleep, though, knowing sylus, he's probably already seen through the act. regardless, he dips down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, the scent of his cologne tinged with iron, sweat, the nighttime air, and his own distinct underlying smell filling your nose, before you hear the sound of his clothes being shed as he prepares to enter the shower. throughout, you drift in and out of consciousness, only the occasional slightly heavier noises keeping you from falling too deeply back into your sleep.

it's only after he dresses himself in what you presume to be some kind of lounge wear and pads out of the room again that you bother willing yourself to check the time.

6.34 am

he has you awake before 7 am on a saturday. he's lucky you love him.

it takes all your might to finally get up, the warmth and weight of the duvet being too tempting, seducing you into staying in its grasp for a moment longer. but you eventually resist in favour of seeking out your actual lover.

picking up a much lighter blanket along the way, you trek over to his study, where you know you'll find him.

his eyes find yours immediately over the rim of his reading glasses like he'd been expecting you.

"so I really did wake you then. my apologies, kitten," he offers as he slides his chair back, anticipating that he'll need to make a little extra room at his desk. his arms are already open, welcoming you into his embrace.

you only groan and mumble something unintelligible in response before taking your rightful place on your throne, aka, his lap.

"i haven't the faintest what you said but I'm sure it was something about exacting your revenge against me for interrupting your sleep," he murmurs, the playful smirk on his lips showing in his voice. the feeling of his hand stroking the top of your head encourages you to relax against him.

"i was actually saying good morning and welcome home, but that was coming next anyway," you hum, nuzzling into the warmth of his chest and taking in his new smell - something fresher, softer, but still with a spiced edge that's so distinctly him. you feel yourself melting when he pulls you impossibly closer.

"be careful getting too comfortable, kitten. once I've got you here, I won't be letting you go very easily," he purrs against your ear, his fingers lightly tracing abstract lines over your back.

"'m fine here. jus' keep doing what you need to-" you're interrupted by your own yawn, the sentence abandoned when you decide to nestle into him again instead of continuing.

he only huffs a laugh through his nose, his hold on you tightening slightly when he feels you drifting off. for a while, he only gazes adoringly at you, relishing the warmth that blooms in his chest at the sight of you, before turning back to his dimly lit computer monitor.

he continues to hold you close, his grip firm and his lips pressing slow aimless kisses against your face even when you do finally wake up and attempt to slip away to find your phone. (he also refuses to let you know the time. he has you trapped like a princess in a tower with her dragon.)

you knew this would backfire but you did it anyway, and you'd do it a million times more.

a/n - I've been sylus horny posting like mad but I yearn for his cuddles🥹

── ⟢ Tiramis(yo)u

♯┆ Sylus invited you for a fancy dinner at his place, no motive behind it other than spoiling you. he didn't expect you to be his dessert tonight, and for him to be your first.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering, virginity loss, praise, consent checks, aftercare

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: my requests are open!! | taglist

♡ comments and reblogs appreciated ♡

When Sylus prepared a nice dinner for you, he had nothing in mind when it came to how the evening is spent next to eating and enjoying each others presence. The lights were low, candles flickering between the plates and a bottle of wine was breathing open on the table. He leaned back in his chair across from you, watching you enjoy the meal that he prepared. His gaze made your skin prickle without him even having to touch you.

It’s been 3 days and you still haven’t spoken about it.

Caleb’s being cautious, subtly steering conversations to the one you need to have, but you just shut him down every time.

The heat had made you blasé about your modesty. Not that you ever had much around Caleb. It’s almost certainly why you wouldn’t get away with the long sleeves or cardis without him questioning you. But you’ve lost interest in your arms, it’s your thighs that take the brunt now.

Deathbed

bones

— the storm unearths the worries of a quiet heart and a thunder rattles an unshakable pillar where it stands

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: the weather hasn't let up in weeks in the ph, and i pray everyone is safe from the onslaught of storms. i offer some comfort in the form of the little family as a possible small respite. stay safe, everyone! i hope you enjoy ❀ -urs

Lucian finds that playing hide-and-seek with mama in the manor helps ease the nerves that twist his tummy and tingle his shoulders when the rain comes, even though it's very little.

Despite the thunder that shakes his bones, he insists on exclaiming, "I brave!" and running a few laps around the living room.

You've just run past your youngest and his father in his study, wandering freely in the space, once you realize the door is open.

Lucian always counts his teens twice before he gets to twenty— something you haven't quite corrected yet, but comes in handy in times like these— so you have time to peer over your two other boys.

Kyros is scared of the thunder; he hides in Sylus's shirt and falls in and out of a light, nervous sleep. Sylus keeps his nose buried in his hair and kisses him every once in a while as he works on his computer.

You tiptoe quickly over to them, barefoot and light on the plush carpet, and nuzzle your face against Kyros's cheek. "Do you want to join our game?"

Kyros, appreciative of the gesture but too frozen up to do anything right now, shakes his head. "I stay wif papa."

You give sylus a knowing look and plant a kiss on his temple. "You?"

Kyros feels the answer rumble in the chest where his ear rests. "I'll stay with Kyros."

And so they stay with each other.