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feverish and forsaken. on my second glass of mulled wine. never kill yourself

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idk, wip/doodle My man is meta, he is so broken 😍 (emotionally)

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Albertina Museum, Vienna, Austria 2025

Aleksandra Alba   IG: tanzdreamer

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wrap me in your arms, babe, you're warmer than anything else, nothing compares at all

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"Did you just put a red scarf on a crow plushie?"

"It looks cute, right?"

this little birb has its own mushroom hat im crying btw

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pictures titled “just a girl and her dogs” but they’re all pictures of men in a submissive stance to the woman

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Blade in his 古茗 collab outfit is so gorgeous I had to draw it model photoshoot style 📷✨

Happy 2nd Anniversary HSR!! Two whole years and I’m still down bad for this man (ᵕ,—ᴗ—,)

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mentally i'm still here

Love and Deepspace (2024) Sylus [ 4 / ??? ]

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i know it's only april but i'm so excited for halloween and winter because i found such cute references for comms :<

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southbound. sylus x f!reader

explicit content, smut, mdni ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ smut, cunnilingus, praise, overstimulation, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, kitten, princess), size difference | 1.4k wc

synopsis: nothing much but sylus eating out his stressed girlfriend

Maybe it’s the way his biceps flex around your figure every now and then. Maybe it’s his breath tickling your nape, or the way his scent floats and engulfs you to the fullest that sends these utterly exciting little butterflies down to your core.

Or maybe, just maybe, your day has been stressful and all you desire is your boyfriend. For him to make all these thoughts running laps inside your brain stop.

Either way, Sylus’ influence on your already aroused brain isn’t calming in any shape or form—leaving you unable to focus on anything but the man pressed close behind you. There is no intention behind Sylus’ behavior, his eyes are glued to the TV, mind fully absorbed into the scene playing on screen while using you like a life-sized plushie.

Your shifting on his lap barely gains his attention, and surely won’t get the message, you desperately want him to understand, across. Right?

“Sylus…” he finally hears you murmur.

His eyes dart left to glance at your side profile for him to watch you lean back against his chest, head resting on his shoulder before you look up at him.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” he questions in return, his eyes now never straying from yours as the tip of his nose nudges yours.

His hands come to rub along your waistline and the feeling of his touches is electrifying at this point, causing shivers to run down your spine and bringing puffs of air to fan over Sylus’ lips.

“You know…”

He has to fight the smirk tugging at his lips, has to swear to himself to remain stoic. “I know, what?” The question is mumbled against your lips, a faint kiss to end his words.

“It‘s just,” you try, but struggle to simply tell him what you want. So instead, he lets you guide his hand over your body. Only for him to use his strength to place it on top of your thigh instead of where you actually wanted him to be.

The tease of his thumb brushing your skin and dipping beneath your shorts is frustrating—not enough yet also so good. Until his fingertip grazes the hem of your panties, creating desperately needed friction.

Those irregular little breaths which bring your chest to rise and fall are priceless.

“Cat got your tongue?” Sylus asks as he mouths along your neck, nibbling right below your ear lobe.

God, your panties are uncomfortable.

You wish you could rub your thighs against another, yearning for the slightest relief as you writhe beneath his actions. “I can't focus on the movie,” you finally admit in shame. Thinking is always a little complicated once Sylus gets a hold of you.

“I have noticed,” is his rather calm reply, accompanied by a small hum. “And you thought you should distract me as well?”

You bite your lip to stop a guilty smile from spreading on your features while nodding to his statement as though it’s the brightest idea in the world.

“Yeah, pretty much…”

“Pretty much,” he repeats quietly, almost as if he was to deeply think about your words. “If you want me to eat you out, just say it.”

“Sylus!” you warn, and quickly push your hands against him to bring distance between your bodies.

But he’s not wrong.

You both know it.

So it comes barely as a surprise that your back makes contact with the plush, luxurious mattress of Sylus' bed. Your legs are being parted by his hands only a moment later for Sylus to find a home between your thighs as he kisses along your body. “I always got you, sweetheart, you should know that by now.”

“I-I do,” you huff and crane your neck for his pampering.

Sylus dips beneath the fabric of your shirt and allows himself to bite into your stomach. Next, he kisses, sucks and nips over your exposed skin until he arrives at your tits. Tongue running between your pushed-up mounds as he holds them in his large palms and thumbs your nipples.

You're quick to turn pliant in his hold. Humming his name innocently while greedily craving everything he has to offer. “Sylus, mhm… more, please.”

Of course, he follows suit immediately. His touch warms up your waistline until his fingers wrap around the hem of your shorts to pull them off alongside your panties.

Apparently, you’re not the only greedy one.

“More,” you hear him echo softly. The word vibrates against your skin before he licks over your sternum, sucks along your tummy until he arrives at your pussy and inhales your sweet scent, groaning right against your puffy lips.

It’s hard to not get flustered by his actions; impossible to not try to close your legs but only squishing his face between your thighs.

Yet this is just the cherry on top for Sylus.

“Your pussy smells so good, princess.” Thank god for the darkness of the room or else he could have watched you melt from shame.

Sylus' fingers mimic the touch of a feather as they run over your slick folds, eyes mesmerised by the glistening of your cunt thanks to the dim ambiance lights and TV. “And always so wet for me, hm…” he tentatively dips the tip of his index finger inside, deeply enjoying how you already try to cling to a singular digit of his.

Gentle lips kiss your thigh before Sylus’ teeth nibble on your skin, while crimson eyes are trained on your face, on how your brows crease and your lips part to let a quiet moan slip past. It’s adorable how you’re already so far gone with such simple actions.

Oh, if only you were prepared for what’s to come.

Both of his pointer fingers run along the sides of your pussy before pulling your lips open to fully reveal your clit. He licks a deep strip from your pussy all the way up to your little bundle of nerves.

A gesture so electrifying, you simply can’t help the jerk of your hips or the cry of his name as soon as his tongue pushes inside your hole and the tip of his nose presses against your clit to fully coat his face in your juices as he laps at your pussy.

You know he loves the mess; he knows you enjoy it too. So he doesn’t even try to stop himself from drooling all over your folds as his tongue flicks against your little bundle of joy.

The tremble of your legs against his cheeks has Sylus’ eyes roll in their sockets and a groan ringing against your pussy. Causing your fingers to reach out for his hair and tug on the silver strands, a leverage to allow your hips to roll against his face.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmurs against your thigh, his teeth once more grazing your legs as he feels your walls throb around his fingers—tightening and clenching just right and giving him the cue to dive back in.

Sylus' tongue presses against your clit before his mouth moves with vigour, slurping with no shame or remorse as you cry your highest moans and finally come undone.

Your smaller hand finds his by second nature as you entwine your fingers and hold on tightly throughout your orgasm. “Thank you, thank you…” your repeated sigh between passionate moans whilst your boyfriend seems unwilling to stop his ministrations. Instead, he is all too busy swallowing your juices and letting his tongue lick over your puffy lips to drag out your high.

“S-Sylus, please!” your high-pitched plea attempts to win his compassion. But the levitating feeling keeps raining in on you, overstimulation slowly numbing your mind as you pant and whimper for mercy.

Only then will you feel his hand cradling your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone as he bends down to kiss you softly. “Can’t stop myself when you moan for me like that, sweetie,” Sylus murmurs, the satisfaction so evidently laced in his words as a smug grin rests on his lips.

dividers by @/cafekitsune + @/anitalenia | screenshot credit

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this old twitter trend of drawing your two comfort characters in this way, it was really cool lmao-

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Hi, ily smooches and runs away

MARENA I WAS ALREADY ABOUT TO CRY WHEN YOU OFFERED TO MAKE ME THE COVER!! but to truly see it come to life has me freaking out 😭😭

it's literally so so so perfect and sensual and ughhskldslk he'd lean over like that!! the hand placement!! "her top ten ways to rile him up" WHAT IF I FAINT SLAM HER AGAINST THE NEAREST SURFACE HATE SEX AHH AKSJDA I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MARENA

i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure!!!

thank you so so so very much <3333

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this game infests my mind like a disease…….

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bunny knight