Having sex with Caleb
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Having sex with Caleb
Warning: !Highly recommend listening with headphones! He’s a breathing mess
omg love
Warning : *NSFW*!! Listen in a private setting !!
You haven’t contact sylus in a couple of weeks. He decides to show you how he feels ~
Caleb giving backshots
18+ audio
WEAR HEADPHONES
NSFW
2 minutes of Caleb fingering you and then fucking you.
Excluding bgm. All audio and sfx come from the game. No Ai. 🤤😏
primadonna girl……………………………………………………………………………………….
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Happy birthday Levi🧡
"𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴."
Shared Bliss lives rent-free in my head 😌 One of my fav Sylus cards 🙏
every version of you ~
POV: your hubby and daughter calling you while you’re at work 🩷🎀
The first time he saw his daughter 🩷 I’ve wanted to draw this moment for so long 🥹
PS. I headcanon that he probably cried when he first met his daughter
Affectionate kittens 🐾
Carbon copy 🍼🐦⬛🩷
repost!
you haven’t been talking to xavier after an argument so he texted u this 😶
Sylus isn’t the guy who waits for your birthday to drop something huge on you.
He’ll just… do it. Random Tuesday in March, you wake up to him already dressed, leaning in the bedroom doorway with that lazy half-smirk, tossing a set of keys onto the bed like it’s nothing.
“Get up. Yours now.”
You stare at the key; matte black, sleek logo you recognize instantly. Your brain short-circuits for a solid five seconds.
“…Sylus, what the fuck is this?”
He shrugs. “Your new car, sweetie. Parked downstairs. Figured the matte red would look good with your new gear.”
You’re still blinking at the keys. “You bought me a sports car. On a random day. Because…?”
“Because I saw it and thought you’d look hot driving it.” He says it like that’s the only explanation required. No card, no ribbon, no celebratory card. Just him, already walking toward the kitchen like he didn’t just change your entire driveway situation.
Birthdays and holidays are different with him.
Those are quieter. More private.
On your actual birthday he doesn’t do grand gestures or flashy jewelry. He waits until the apartment is dark, everyone else long gone, and then he sits you down on the couch with nothing but a small velvet box in his palm.
Inside is something small and personal. A tiny silver heart shaped locket with a picture of the two of you in it. It’s the kind where you aren’t posing, not deliberately trying to look good for the camera. It’s a small intimate moment shared between the two of you and even in the picture, his full attention is on you. He’s had it cleaned, strung on a thin chain he picked himself.
No speech. Just him fastening it around your neck with careful fingers, lips brushing the nape before he pulls back to look at you.
“Been carrying that around for a while,” he mutters. “Figured it was time you had it.”
You’re crying before you even realize it. He doesn’t make a big deal, just pulls you into his lap, lets you hide your face in his neck while he strokes your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Valentine’s, Christmas, anniversaries, he keeps it the same. Thoughtful, quiet, stupidly intimate things that mean something only to the two of you: a leather-bound sketchbook filled with his own rough drawings of places you’ve been together, a single pressed flower from the field where you first kissed, a custom knife engraved with the date he decided you were never getting away from him.
No billboards. No parades. No “world’s best girlfriend” mugs.
Just him, quietly proving every day that you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted to keep.
And then on some random Thursday in July he’ll walk in, drop a set of matte-black keys on the counter while you’re eating cereal, and go “bought you a bike. It’s downstairs. Don’t scratch it.”
You stare at him over the bowl.
He just kisses the top of your head and steals a spoonful of your cereal like he didn’t just casually drop five figures on a whim.
That’s Sylus.
Big gifts whenever the hell he feels like it.
The ones that actually hurt to give, those are saved for the days that matter.
He is very sensitive
I had this idea of him not being able to control his wings when feeling pleasure... 🤭