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study

somehow Hoyoverse art/characters always make me feel like I don't know what I'm doing

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Hot chocolate and fun

MC: stirring the pot "Sylus, stop eating the marshmallows! You did the same with the cookie dough last time. There won’t be any left."

Sylus: "I’m making sure they’re safe, kitten. You wouldn’t want subpar marshmallows, would you?"

Luke: [walking in, stopping dead in his tracks] "Boss… making hot chocolate? And... smiling? Did hell freeze over?"

Kieran: [peeking in] "Is he... flirting? With marshmallows in his mouth? This is painful to watch."

Sylus: "Do you two idiots have a reason for being here? Or do you just enjoy wasting oxygen?"

Luke: "I think I’m gonna throw up. Boss, you’re supposed to be scary, not... soft."

Kieran: "Honestly, it’s creeping me out."

Sylus: "Keep talking, and I’ll show you just how soft your skulls are.

Luke: "Oh no, Miss, he’s threatening us! Save us with your magical hot chocolate powers!"

Kieran: "Look at him! He’s in love!"

Sylus: "You’ve got five seconds to leave before I make sure your next meal is through a straw."

Luke: backing away with grabbing Kieran by his shirt. "We’re leaving. But this? Burned into our memory forever."

MC: laughing, handing him his mug "You’re adorable when you’re mad."

Sylus: grumbling, pulling you closer "Adorable? They’re lucky I didn’t throw the pot at them."

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LISTENNNNN

MC carrying around a small purse, not even fitting her phone, when going on a date with Sylus because SHE'S TAKEN CARE OF.

Paycheck at the restaurant? "I got it, kitten"

Want to buy some new clothes? "Which one do you want?"

Craving some food? "Where's the nearest restaurant?"

Babe, he got you, don't worry. If he catches you feeling guilty for him spoiling you, he'll shut you real quick.

"Honey, it is my responsibility as your soon to be husband, I enjoy nothing more than spoiling you. Hell, I'll give you my whole bank account and wallet if you want me to."

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RYOMEN SUKUNA

JUJUTSU KAISEN 2 / 呪術廻戦 (2020-) 2.17 | “昏乱” • Thunderclap 2

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trying to convince bf! sukuna to do the TikTok challenge to the Sabrina carpenter song lyrics of “ a boy who’s jacked and kind” whilst he picks you up.

Yeah , your boyfriend isn’t too kind but you know he fits the jacked description pretty perfectly.

“No.”

“Pleaseeeeee, I’ll blur out your face.”

“No.” He pouts, frowning at his phone. He was sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling. Of course he saw the trend but he had no interest in following stupid things he saw on the internet. He could pick you up easily but why should he have to prove it to the internet?

“If you’re too weak to pick me up then that’s okay I’ll just find someone who can…maybe satoru’s free—“

Sukuna’s head snaps up from his phone, immediately raging at the thought.

“Like hell you will, Go get your phone.”

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the reason for the season

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Sukuna is just so amazed by how wet you get for him. Ever since he first saw your pussy, throbbing and radiating arousing heat, he knew that he finally had a slice of heaven.

“Baby, how come you didn’t tell me you got this wet and needy sooner??”

“I…didn’t know I did?”

You’re just utterly confused by how much he LOVES the way you look, taste, sound, even smell—you can’t wrap your head around it, you’ve always thought that you had an average, normal, sexual desire, but then you met Sukuna.

“God, you’re so fucking warm; so fucking sticky and wet—fuck!” He’d growl in your ear as he pounds into you from above, his hands pressing your thighs against your chest.

“K-kuna! Stop, I’m making a mess,” you cry, “w-we just changed the sheets!”

Sukuna will just laugh—like genuinely laugh—and look at you through heavy lidded eyes, not stopping his brutal pace for a moment.

“And we’ll change ‘em again—I wanna see you make a fucking mess~”

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in which sylus saves you from a injury in the no-hunt zone ... small little one-shot where sylus chides you for not taking him with you into battle.

You didn't want to call for backup. But with the blood oozing from your shoulder, and the way you didn't know where the hell in the No-Hunt Zone you were, it was past the time you should. With a grunt, you make a few taps on your hunter watch. Before you know it, it's ringing and you're waiting for Sylus to pick up.

It rings exactly twice before he answers. He sounds incredibly bored as he say, "Hello?" You're almost sure he didn't look at the caller ID before answering.

"Ah -- I may have done something stupid."

There's a brief pause. You hear tapping on his end. Then miraculously, you hear it: a cawing nearby. "I'll be there soon. Until then, Mephisto will start first-aid. Don't move, and don't attract anything to you." The line goes dead.

You grit your teeth when Mephisto starts to treat you just like Sylus said he would. He's got gauze in his beak, and presses it firm against my shoulder to slow the bleeding.

"Thanks," you murmur to him. "Sorry for yelling at you the other day."

The bird gives a simple caw before continuing the aid. It takes less than five minutes for Sylus to arrive, appearing in a swirl of black and red mist. He's quick and efficent.

"Oh kitten," he says, picking you up. He minds your cries, shifting you so he doesn't jostle you too much. "Coming out here by yourself is foolish, not brave." He mutters.

You groan, your head falling against his chest. "I didn't -- I didn't have time to call for back-up!"

"You never do," he says with a shake of his head. "Hold on to me. We'll get you a doctor as soon as we get back to the N109 zone. I know all of them personally, and they'll make sure you get the top care."

It sounds almost like a threat to the doctors, so you snort, even through the pain. But he shoots you a genuine glare, and you quiet back down.

Finally you offer: "I'm sorry."

You almost think he won't respond. Instead, you feel his lips press to your forehead. "I will never keep you from battle, kitten. Just take me with you."

It's unspoken. Take him with you, because if you go, he's going too.

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Do you think Sylus looks at his bank statements and just thinks “she really needs to spend more of my money”

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He brought ya even two gifts, heh. There is FULL on twitter, where I am honestly proud of how ribbon and his "gifts" turned out, so check it out ♥ NSFW (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) account on twitter - actuallynsfwart

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Merry Christmas (✿˶’◡˘)♡

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anything for you, darling

sylus x reader, hurt/comfort

If only you knew the atrocities he would commit, all in the name of his devotion to you.

You’re lying on your side, head nestled on his lap. Above you, you faintly hear him humming—a low, gravelly tune, his steady hand gently carding through your hair. The melody is slightly discordant, but the rich timbre of his voice makes you close your eyes, leaning subconsciously into his touch.

The party downstairs is in full swing, but you don’t feel like joining in on the fun. Odd, considering how much you’d looked forward to this event—a celebration of his recent acquisition of a coveted arms manufacturing company.

But when you went to the vanity he’d built for you for a final once-over, your excitement faltered. The dress, while breathtaking and clearly crafted with care and intention, doesn’t accentuate the places you’d hoped it would. It must be your body, you think. It just doesn’t do the dress justice.

And so, you retreated to hide away in his room.

It wasn’t long before he found you, though.

He didn’t ask why you were there. Without a word, he made his way to the bed, propped himself against the headboard, and pulled you to him.

Which brings you to this moment, lying on his lap, lulled by his crooked yet endearing lullaby as his fingers thread through your hair.

“The dress is lovely,” you murmur. “Thank you for having it made for me.”

“It looks especially lovely on you—everything does,” he replies, sincere, pulling a small, rueful smile from you.

“You don’t have to compliment me all the time, Sy,” you say, chuckling.

The hand in your hair stills. “I mean every word of praise I throw your way.”

You pat his knee gently. “I know. I just don’t want it to feel like a chore for you, is all.”

A firm but tender grip on your jaw draws your gaze up to meet his. His garnet eyes burn with intensity, pinning you in place.

“Did someone say something tonight?” he asks, tone low. The subtle threat in his inquiry sends a chill down your spine.

“No!” you stammer, a hand darting out to press against his chest. “No one said anything. I’m just…my mind’s just all over the place.”

His eyes narrow, and a thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth. “If anyone dares to say anything to you, you tell me. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” you squeak, face now thoroughly warm.

He relaxes, releasing you before resuming his ministrations in your hair.

You take a few moments to calm your racing pulse. “You should stop being so scary,” you mutter, poking at the buttons of his tailored suit.

“I’m afraid being scary comes with this line of work.”

“It sounded like you’d kill the hypothetical person who said something mean to me.”

“Sweetie, I’d burn the world for you.”

Your retort dies in your throat.

His eyes are closed again, and he’s resumed his humming. You want to call him out on his joke, but deep down, you know he means it.

“Sylus?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

You feel a gentle pat on your forehead.

“Anytime, Kitten.”