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SylusMC x Vintage Swimwear Ad ⛱️ 🕶️

Wanted to draw them in a couples swimsuit style that I personally really like! The art style and layout references some vintage ads.

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wrote this in a haze lol His new promise card has me in a chokehold omg 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

Can you imagine Sylus, groggy and half-asleep on the pillow next to you. It’s a sight afforded to very few— a sight afforded to none, actually, aside from you.

He’s so vulnerable like this: red eyes just slivers behind light lashes and his breathing soft and even. In exhaustion, that aggravating (handsome) smirk he wears is softened into a slight curve of his mouth. Hair tousled, broad back catching the light of the rising sun from his window, and for a moment you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.

”Mm,” is his deep, rough hum when you gently run your hands through his hair. Not unlike a purr, not unlike a dragon’s rumble. One of his eyes cracks open, finding you even in his sleepy haze. “Something you need, sweetie?”

”...sorry,” you say, not actually sounding very sorry at all. Your hand continues to run through his hair, as if you have no control over it. “Your hair is just…very soft.”

Sylus laughs— the one he reserves only for you, and it makes something warm settle in your chest. “No need to be jealous, kitten. You’re more than welcome to help yourself to my hair care.”

As if in warning, you tug on a strand of his hair, but it just makes his grin widen.

“So violent,” he coos, delighting in the way your eyes narrow. You huff— even when sleepy, he’s a pain in your ass.

It’s only when your hand motions to retract from his mussed head of silver hair that he frowns, one of his hands darts out from beneath the sheets, grasping your wrist and determinedly tugging it back to tangle in his hair.

”Keep doing that. It feels… nice,” Sylus murmurs, all but melting under your fingers when you do as he asks, scratching pleasantly at his scalp and running your fingers through his hair. He does that rumble again— that purr as his eyes flutter closed, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware of it, but he inches just the slightest bit closer to you, his head sliding onto your own pillow as if it were his own.

Clingy, you want to tease, but you know the word will come out too soft. So instead you just sigh and continue to run a hand through Sylus's hair, slowly listening to his breathing even out as he falls asleep.

And if you snuggle close before you sleep, face buried in his neck and legs tangled with his, then it's a secret for only the two of you to keep, too.

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a wild todoroki has appeared

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hug from big blue

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❗Lonnie & Tim ❗

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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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David “text me when you get home” Shaw

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Reader/MC realizing that Caleb has always mapped his own wants and needs onto you and that he's never fully let himself be his own person. And deciding to pull away and give him the space to learn himself without you. Except that just makes Caleb crazier instead. :3

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David NSFW hc!!

I don’t think he’ll ever use toys with Angel in the bedroom. I see him as someone that’s so confident in his own body and how he uses it that he knows he can make them see stars without anything else. He knows all their spots and where they’re most sensitive, and he can make them orgasm with just one finger as well.

It’s less of an insecurity thing and more of a pure confidence thing, if that makes sense.

The man’s too powerful, and he knows it.

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David, being an early riser, takes the opportunity every morning to appreciate the sleeping bundle in his arms. On weekends, without work forcing him to get out of bed, he takes his time.

This particular morning, he woke up to find them starfished on the bed - half of their body hanging off. He chuckled. It was always interesting to see them in weird positions when he woke up. Knowing Angel was a heavy sleeper, he gently pulled them back onto the bed and gathered them in his arms again. He smiled at the way Angel let out a sigh when their head laid on his chest and the nuzzled in between his pecs, even when unconscious. He positioned their legs so they lay in between his, and wrapped his arms around their waist, knowing Angel liked the pressure on their back.

He soothed their hair that had frizzled during their sleep, taking his time to feel their soft strands and try to unknot them with his fingers.

He ran his fingers down their cheek, and he couldn’t help but melt at the way the sun shined through the curtains and onto their face perfectly - their lashes glittering, skin glowing, and hair, although a mess, now a with beautiful golden streaks. Even asleep, they were beautiful. He felt his core sing at the sight.

David buried his nose in their hair and took a deep breath. They smelled like shampoo and flowers, and he could feel his own body relax, as if just the smell of his mate was capable of giving him a full ten days of rest. He didn’t know if it was the magic of the bond, or just Angel being his Angel. Maybe both. He always thought they had magic even though they were unempowered, he could feel it in these moments.

As he kissed the crown of their head, hand still stroking up and down their back, he felt them stir in his arms. He watched as they lifted their head, looking around, disoriented like they always did every morning. He smiled and brought his hand to their cheek again, gently rubbing their cheekbone and guided their gaze towards him. It took them a minute to focus their eyes, but once they registered him, he saw how their pupils dilated and the soft gummy smile he always loved lit up their face. The sunlight shined in the perfect way that changed their brown eyes into a glowing gold, and David felt his core melting.

He didn’t know how they did it just by existing, but he couldn’t help but fall in love with them all over again.

He placed a big hand on the back of their head, and directed them to lean back down, kissing them on the lips soft and sweet and feeling their lips melt against his. They propped themself up with their hands on his chest, and giggled to feel his heart speed up slightly. David tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear, hand lingering at their cheek to which Angel nuzzled.

Slow mornings like these were always David’s favourite.

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After a day full of heated glances and smiles, David has had enough.

His patience snaps when he sees you on the bed waiting for him, that night wearing his shirt. Only his shirt.

He drags you by the legs towards him on the bed when you try to run away.

He flips you over with a sudden force, and before you wrap your head around what’s happening he hovers over you, both arms and legs caging you in place.

He lowers his head to your ear.

“You’re not sleeping tonight”

and nips your earlobe.

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The day Angel heard David laughing, head thrown back and smile lines visible as he laughed from his chest, they fell in love with him all over again.

His whole face lit up, changing his intimidating demeanour, and he looked like he went back in time ten years with how youthful he looked - like he was a teenager again, laughing without a worry in the world.

They didn’t know a lot of what was behind it, but David had a lot on his shoulders, they could tell. The leader of the pack, the company, and the burden of a legacy on his shoulders. He’s been so focused on helping others he didn’t leave much time for himself, hence, he didn’t laugh as much as he should. He didn’t smile that much either, and even if he did, it rarely reached his eyes. He looked like he lived five years older than his actual age sometimes.

Angel decided it would be their mission to change that.

They wanted to see those smile lines and hear that laugh again. The kind that is genuine and involuntary, the kind that you only do out of pure happiness.

But little did they know, David had already smiled more than he ever thought he would again.

When Angel was asleep, he’d smile as he stroked their hair as they lay on his chest, still in disbelief that they loved him.

When they weren’t looking he’d smile, admiring their beauty and the way they seemed to put their heart on their sleeve all the time.

When David came back from work to find Angel on the couch, asleep, waiting for him, he’d lean down with a smile and kiss their forehead. He’d take the advantage of the quiet moment and whisper words of love to them.

Angel just hadn’t seen it.

But now they do.

The longer they dated, the more David smiled. He never intended to hide it before, but now he does it so much that Angel sees it everyday.

His smile lines are carved deeper now, and Angel traces them with their fingers when they’re sitting on his lap, waiting for him to finish work. They were beautiful.

They hear him laughing a lot more too. A deep chuckle from the chest as he shook his head, catching them eating ramen again. It didn’t take a lot to make him laugh now. Angel would sometimes revisit old habits on purpose to hear him laugh again, not that David knows.

Somewhere in the distance a little empathy demon watches, giggling before fading away.

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Vincent is Lovely’s rock. He’s been there throughout all the changes in their life. Yet he’s also the cause of everything, even if indirectly.

They’d be lying if they said they didn’t blame him at all. It’s a complicated feeling. They love him no matter what and deeply appreciate everything he’s done to help them and protect them, but it doesn’t change the facts of what happened. It’s not something they can wave a hand and say “it’s okay” to.

It’s not okay.

Lovely doesn’t resent Vincent, nor do they blame him. Their life is new and so much different than they could ever have imagined.

But it’s also so much different than they could ever have imagined.

Is new always a good thing? Is different always a bad thing?

It took them a while to come to terms with everything and accept it, although they didn’t show it or share their thoughts with Vincent. They know he feels a crushing guilt, and they feel it when he’d look at them when he thought they weren’t looking - his eyes are filled with a storm of guilt, shame, and sadness. Now that they’re linked together through the bond, Lovely feels it too.

It’s messy and complicated. Lovely’s own feelings mixed with Vincent’s.

It doesn’t change the fact that they love him.

The only thing keeping Lovely together is ironically Vincent, who’s been there with them throughout all their lives, and their habit of forgetting and moving on, running without turning back no matter how hard it is.

When they look into his love filled eyes, they know that they’ll be okay.

He’ll always be there for them.

As they will be for him.

It’ll be okay.

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Lovely hummed at the feeling of Vincent’s fingers running through their hair, letting their eyes close.

“What are you thinking about?” Vincent whispered, not wanting to break the moment.

They leaned their head on his shoulder, letting him wrap an arm around them as they gazed at the stars together.

“…”

Sometimes it’s better to stay silent.

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lads man i think would be the sweetest about all your plushies and pretend to have cute lil conversations with them: sylus.

lads man i think has personal beef with all your plushies and suplexes them out of jealousy when you are not around: rafayel.

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nsfw !

lovely putting their hands on vincent's chest, pushing him into the car seat, straddling his lap.

lovely taking vincent's chin in between their fingers, tilting his head up at the most perfect angle, so their lips fit together seamlessly.

vincent's breathing growing ragged, his pulse picking up, his body erupting into goosebumps at just the low-lidded look lovely is giving him.

their fingers sliding past his temples, into the wild mess of his hair, holding his head firmly in place. the gleam of the whites of vincent's eyes, unable to blink for fear of missing out on the deity on his lap.

slowly, so slowly, lovely lowering their mouth to his. a chaste kiss at first, gentle, almost innocent.

and then their tongue, brushing against his like fire. electricity sizzling between their lips, locked together so hard it feels like suffocating. vincent's breaths are shaky, shuddering, as lovely tastes him like they're drinking from the deepest wine.

their hips are moving on his, sending an ecstatic shock through his body. his brain is foggy, desperation growing, his hands moving on their own and seeking more. lovely's whimpers fill vincent's mouth, and he swears he can taste them.

vincent's mind blows blank when lovely traces their tongue against his fang and pushes. no thoughts, just pure fucking desire. he has to pull away before he slams them against the car door and fucks their brains out.

"don't fucking-- holy shit--" his voice is raspy, graveled with lust, and shaking. he can't keep his hands off them, though, his immortal fingers fisting in their clothes.

he's fighting ferality, fighting the beast in his blood that screams to pin them down and devour.

lovely looks at him, dark eyes and darker desire. their voice is liquid and mesmerizing when they say, "don't hold back. i want it."

the car rattles and fills with the coppery scent of blood, the lush smells of sex, as vincent worships what is his.

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Lovely stood, frozen. The remaining static from the porch light and their magic tingled in their veins, like it did a few years ago. Their eyes remain fixated on their fingers, mind still reeling with the split second spark that emanated from them.

Their magic.

They never thought to try to use their magic again after their turning, accepting that it was another part of them that had died. They were too focused on going through the whole process again - adapting as best as they could in a short time to survive, desperate to catch up with time so as to not fall behind. But the conversation with Porter opened up a door they never thought to knock on again.

They've lived and died three times now. They've accepted each part of themselves as something they could never take back. This helped them move on and cope, on one hand. But on the other, they mourned each new world they were introduced to and then ripped out of. They always looked ahead. There was no other choice.

But now... maybe they can afford to look back, even just for a moment.

The door is open. And Lovely had made the first step towards it.

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Vincent froze. He felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu - a wash of familiarity that ignited his heart.

The hair on the back of his neck stood. The dull hum of something familiar rang in his ear. The lights outside turned dark.

He whipped around, changing the direction he was walking with a sudden pivot, and arrived at the front door. He saw Lovely, silent, staring at their hand - the hand that was nowhere near the switch. Yet the porch light was off.

Lovely turned around slowly, as if any sudden movement would ruin the moment, and Vincent felt his breath catch at the tears forming in their eyes.

It hit him.

They used their electro magic. They haven't lost it.

Lovely never mentioned wanting to pursue their studies in magic again after the Inversion, and Vincent didn't want to touch on the subject unless they brought it up first. He saw the longing in their eyes as they fell silent, gazing outside at that spot in the yard where they used to practice until late at night, desperate to master their newfound powers. When he'd ask, softly, "Hey, what are you thinking about?", Lovely would shrug and laugh it off with a silly joke, knowing they couldn't lie, but the longing in their eyes would remain.

But now, they've reconnected with that part of them. The part that died with them before. And Vincent couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief.

And when their eyes met, he fell in love with them all over again.

That spark.

The spark that they used to have, filled with awe and excitement. The part of them Vincent loved seeing as he witnessed them grow with incredible speed.

It was back.

Lovely took a step towards him, trying to say something, but their mouth couldn't form words, and their voice stuck in their throat. But Vincent knew, and he closed the distance, reaching for their hand that they showed him. He intertwined their fingers slowly, and jumped at the familiar static that shocked him in the initial contact. Lovely's eyes widened, smile growing as their tears started spilling down their cheeks, filled with emotion.

Vincent gently pulled them into his arms, holding them. Lovely's hands clung to his shoulders, breathless with disbelief.

Vincent felt them start to sink to the ground, and he held them, slowly guiding them down with him. They held him like he was an anchor, a reminder of what's constant, as their mind reeled to comprehend the change.

In that moment, they both felt relief.

The relief Vincent feels knowing that he didn’t take away all of them after the inversion.

The relief Lovely feels knowing they have a little part of their old life back again.