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A painter and his muse 🥰

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Mc being a sailor guardian and protecting Rafayel😂

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LADS men and you doing the "My boyfriend wants to show you his _____ collection and you better be nice!" Trend

Please I've been seeing this trend and they're all so cute and wholesome, so here's what the boys would show in the video.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus (jewels)

"Hey guys, my boyfriend wants to show you his jewels collection, be nice!"

Sylus happily show the camera his collection of jewels he had won in auctions, along with Mephisto who would fly around and fetch each jewel he mentions.

"Tell them how much you spent on each jewel!" "Why? They won't be able to afford it." "Sy, be nic- yeah you're right."

Xavier (baking progress)

"Hey! My boyfriend wants to show you his progress of making the perfect bread and-" you whisper menacingly "you better be nice."

Xavier, covered in flour shows his.. perfect bread. The audience can clearly see the burnt side but Xavier quickly say "These little burnt spot makes the bread yummier and more authentic, unlike Charli-" "Xavi!!" "My bread is better." "Yes it is, my star."

He tore a little piece for you to taste and you ate it.. it was actually good. Well, not as bad as batch 27. "Mm! It's true what people say, the 50th time is the charm!"

Rafayel (paints)

"Hello! My husband wants to show you his collection of paints and I know you all adore him so be nice, alright?"

He shows the camera the 50 different yet looks very similar shade of purple. Yet Rafayel insists each one of them is different from the other, telling the audience how exactly he got those colors.

"Now this one, I got from a flower called Wisteria.. this one is from a Lavender. They appear the same but you can see that the other one is darker. Can you see it?" You tried your best to look intimidating in the background. He is just too cute.

Zayne (ice animals)

"My boyfriend is about to show you the ice animals he made from his evol, so be nice. Go ahead, love."

Zayne had five ice babies in his arms, he starts explaining each of the little animals' background. "This one is a seal.. it's the seal I gave her when we met again." You nod happily. "This one is a little cat.. I saw one and I scared it off, so I made a mini version to keep..."

You happily pat the little babies, the ones Zayne hands to you after he's done showing it to the camera.

Caleb (model airplanes)

"Heyho~ My sweet darling boyfriend wants to show you his model airplane collection so," you lean in dangerously close to the camera, "be nice."

"Alright!" Caleb immediately takes over, his natural charming self makes you question whether or not it was necessary for you to be intimidating when you're sure he can win over everyone easily. But you digress.

Each model airplanes he shows, he tells the audience the price and how long it took him to assemble, how you've helped him built many of them. You giggle, going down the memory lane along with him.

Ok at first I want Caleb to show different types of apples but but but model airplanes won, baby needs to get his nerd on.

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Caleb you absolute menace 😂

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dawnbreaker zayne doodles because me personally,, i do not believe a man consuming liquid food for sustenance would look put together..

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existential crisis be damned i will be drawing zayne like i want to show akso hospital a real emergency

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This was also inspired by that one call we got from Sylus.

Your feelings are valid ❤️

PS: Had to censor some words cause of this app. 😮‍💨

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SylusMc x KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

This scene totally reminds me of his myth so I had to draw it 🥹🩷💜

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Kitten rescue 🐱

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Sylus × minions 🐦‍⬛🤖

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Human Mephisto?

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Being pregnant with Sylus's twins. Your belly is huge, and your back hurts like nothing else

You're in the kitchen, trying to prepare breakfast. You appreciate Sylus's help, and you love him for all that he's done, but you wanna feel at least a little useful and competent still. You're pregnant, not completely incapable

You manage to get something together when he finds you. Hugging you from behind, resting his chin in the crook of your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your jaw and cheek with a rumbling, "Good morning, beloved."

You turn your head to give him a good morning kiss, groaning into it in annoyance. "My back hurts, Sy," you whine. "I swear they weigh as much as you."

He chuckles, kisses your cheek. "Let me help."

You give him a confused look, but you always trust him. Sylus has been looking up a lot of tips and videos for helping his pregnant darling, without telling you, of course, for moments like this when he gets to put what he's seen into action to help you like some suave superhero

He has to bend by his knees a bit to reach your height. Supports your belly from underneath with both hands. And lifts you back against him, all weight taken off your back as he effectively holds up all the weight of your belly for you

The effect is immediate. He smiles as he watches your eyes roll back, flutter shut, as your head falls back against his chest with a relieved sigh. Food is forgotten as you completely succumb to the feeling, arms slack and brain empty

You can feel his smile when he kisses your head. "Better?"

You nod dumbly, humming. "How long can you hold me up?" you murmur

"As long as you need me to."

"Then you're stuck here for a while."

"As you command, sweetie."

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save a cow ride a boy or what um save a uh ride a horse no its save a uhh guys who we saving

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His pregnant wife | Sylus

Sylus x fem!Reader

The silence in the spacious bedroom was thick and heavy, like expensive velvet. Broken only by the steady ticking of the clock, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket, refusing to release you from the clinging embrace of sleep.

New life was growing and strengthening beneath your heart. Your belly had long since rounded, becoming heavy, making movement difficult, so you spent more and more time in bed. Under the strict supervision of your beloved husband, this life felt truly paradisiacal. Surrounded by care, tender as pure silk, you drowned in this intoxicating feeling. Pregnancy felt more like a resort with service above five stars. All inclusive, exclusively for you—for the one who first mercilessly stole his heart, then gifted him hope for a bright future. A future where he has a family. And Sylus would never tire of thanking fate for this.

Truly a gift from the universe—sensitive and shifting like hot coastal sand—yet it stirred all his senses, adorning his stern face with a barely perceptible smile.

A fragile sense of peace flickered where, by its very nature, it shouldn't exist. Sylus pushed away the nagging, acrid feeling of anxiety. The house was quiet. Even the floorboards didn't creak under the man's weight, and the black soles of his boots left no trace on the deep-pile carpet. Now everything was perfect. He was where he belonged—in love, boundless devotion, and the feeling of order, where everything was under control.

Sylus entered the bedroom without knocking. Not a single rustle under the veil of the first sunbeams. They avoided touching your face, wary of disturbing your sensitive sleep, tearing you from Morpheus's grasp. The baby was growing restless. Strong, healthy, robust like his father, he scarcely slept during the long autumn nights: tossing, kicking his tired mother in the belly and ribs, as if cramped in his allotted space. Such a tiny thing, yet already staking a claim to power.

In the pinkish-orange light of the morning sun, you looked especially pale. The dark circles under your eyes were more pronounced, and the hollows of your once-rounded cheeks struck Sylus as somewhat painful. His own flesh and blood was methodically destroying the most precious thing he had. It was cruel.

"Sy?" – still half-asleep, yet you sensed your husband's presence from a mile away. His aura, heavy and dense, enveloped the space like a grey thundercloud, and the saturated scent of ozone in the room overpowered any perfume.

How many times had you changed fabric softeners? Lit incense and placed diffusers, trying to add coziness, but his smell… thick and persistent, it seemed to have seeped into the very walls of this house, refusing to leave.

"There, there, kitten. I'm here. Why are you awake?" – His voice, deep and velvety, calmed your frantically pounding heart—an unwelcome remnant of nightmare, clinging like clammy sweat to your temples. "You look tired. Even more than yesterday."

You wanted to wave off his words, bite your tongue, keeping your worries to yourself, and just savor the moment where everything seemed too flawless. But his warm hands were already sliding behind your back, helping you sit up. That intuitive gesture of care lodged like a prickly lump in your throat, preventing a full breath. Some absurd sense of guilt settled deep within, as if lying to someone who sincerely, without a shadow of doubt, cared for you was fundamentally wrong?

"Don't waste energy on lies. You promised to be honest, remember?" – Long fingers carefully adjusted your pillow, fluffing the soft down inside. He did it so calmly, so matter-of-factly, as if he were born solely to lavish all his care upon his beloved—as if killing wasn't etched into his very destiny.

Reaching towards the nightstand placed right beside the bed for your convenience, Sylus picked up a glass cup with a chipped handle and handed it to you. The sweetish aroma of ginger, honey, and something more pungent—something you could never quite place—touched your sensitive nose. Your mouth went instantly dry, like a traveler's in the midst of an endless desert.

He knew your desires and needs better than you did yourself. Knew when it was time for vitamins, the exact time of your doctor's appointment, and the G-index of magnetic storms during which you constantly complained of migraines. He would never allow himself to miss the slightest detail and would always be there when needed.

"Drink. Nothing beats a vitamin bomb for morning sickness."

Your hands trembled almost imperceptibly as your slender fingers curled around the slightly warm, rounded sides of the cup.

Taking small, slow, careful sips, you tasted the water, slightly cloudy with lemon zest, and took a deep breath. The feeling of the night's nightmare on your skin evaporated as quickly as a trace of steam vanishes from a fogged-up bathroom mirror. Better, lighter—your body no longer felt like a heavy weight pulling you back into bed.

"Bothering you today?" – A broad, masculine palm gently covered the swell of your belly. Beneath that warm touch, faint kicks could be felt. Sylus found it amusing that this little one remained so active at any hour. "Little rascal. Already learned to demand attention." – A familiar note of mockery laced his tone. He enjoyed watching this new life grow within his woman, but you, attuned to his subtleties, saw the deep, almost indecent pride radiating beneath it.

"He's just active. Like his father."

"Then he needs to learn the cardinal rule: His mother is inviolable, and her comfort is the law for every member of this family. No exceptions."

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“…quit starin’ at my chest.”

You blink, dilated pupils snapping back to normal as you pull your gaze away. “I wasn’t staring.” You counter it so effortlessly that Caleb nearly believed you for a second.

“Yeah? And I don’t know how to fly a plane.” A gentle scoff as he crossed his arms over his sizable chest. “You were practically drooling, had I let you stare any longer you’d have a wet mark on your own chest.”

“Fine, fine. I was staring. But how can I not after the little bot said your chest grew a whole 0.613 cm? You’ve been putting in a lot of effort, huh?” You’re poking now, closer to his collarbone since his arms are protectively crossed.

Caleb’s ears turn of a shade of red then, mildly embarrassed that you recalled what the AI assistant had so carelessly disclosed. He had been working out, and his main source of motivation being to impress you.

Well, he certainly had.

“Maybe I have been, maybe I haven’t. Maybe I just work out enough that it happened that way…” his throat bobs as he swallows, that redness on his ears now shading the skin just below his eyes. “Doesn’t mean you can ogle.”

A tease, one you both saw right through. Because it was Caleb, when the hell would he ever tell you no?

“You ogle at my breasts all the time!” A defiant retort, a smug smirk on your wicked lips and the flush of his cheeks were turning to a full blown blush. “I-I do not!”

But oh he did, he absolutely did.

“Now we’re just lying to each other.” It was your turn to cross your arms over your chest, laughing as you stared him down. “We can admire each other’s chest and be honest about it, can’t we?” But Caleb.exe was fully malfunctioning — as if it was news to him that you knew he fully checked you out multiple times a day.

“C’mon, don’t shy away now.” You step a little closer, grinning at him like you’ve caught your prey. “We can be honest about our feelings now that we’re adults.” Oh you were trying to send him into cardiac arrest.

“You look good, Caleb. But you don’t have to bulk up just to impress me. I’ve liked the way you looked since we were kids. All scraggly with missing teeth and bandages plastered to your knees. Your cute little farmers tans when you refused sunscreen but loved those tank tops.”

He’s going to pass out from holding his breath, you can feel the tension but you continue. “I’ve liked the way you looked throughout our childhood, those brief pre-teen awkward phases, the whole popular boy jock thing you had going on in high school, pilot Caleb, Colonel Caleb.”

Your breath is warm, there’s barely any space between your bodies as you whisper ever so quietly, so sweetly…

“You’re my Caleb at the end of the day, I’ve loved every version of you. And I’ll love every version to come.”

Oh yeah, you were out for blood.

Rumor has it, Caleb.exe is still holding his breath because of this… let me nurse from those tiddies big boy c’mere

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i need to know what was in that. picture…… but inmy head. kid zayne has a bowl cut

herez little zaynie and da post yayqyy

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Sylus has a habit of squeezing your face.

You’ve got a mouth full of food? He’s grabbing your cheeks. Got something on your lips? He’s squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker like a fish.

Got new lip gloss on? He’s using one had to cup your chin and press his fingers into the soft skin, once again making your lips stick out so he can kiss them and taste the gloss.

“Shy-lus pleash!” The words are stuck, coming out as if you have a lisp because your face is being bunched together by his large, warm hands. “Hmm? Can’t hear you kitten.” And he’s placing a fifth kiss on your puckering lips. “You look quite cute like this, so soft and squishy.”

Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, a man who snuffs the life out of someone with the flick of a wrist, just called you cute and squishy. Yeah, you’ve got him wrapped tight around your finger. Completely smitten.

“Shy-lus I can’t breathe like thish!” You’re squirming, giggling, and scolding him all at once. “You’re fine, kitten. I’ll let you go… eventually.” Another little squeeze, followed by another kiss. “Shy-lus c’mon!”