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if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave

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🎀 protective to a fault: sylus walks slightly in front of you out of habit. it’s subtle but intentional. he’s always scanning your surroundings, even when you’re just going for coffee. his calm presence hides a constant edge of alertness.

🎀 not big on words, big on actions: he’s not the type to say “i love you” every hour, but he shows it constantly. he’ll fix things without asking, hand you your favorite drink silently and pull you into his coat when you’re cold.

🎀 gentle with you, rough with the world: no matter how sharp he is with others, his voice goes soft when he talks to you. low and quiet like you’re something breakable, but only in the most precious way.

🎀 he needs physical closeness: you’ll find him silently leaning his forehead against yours when he’s overwhelmed. he might not talk, but he’ll hold your hand, link pinkies under the table or press his chest to your back while you sleep.

🎀 rare smiles for you: he doesn’t laugh often, but when he does? it’s soft and husky and wrecks you. he looks younger, freer. he always tries to hide it with a head tilt or a cough. but you see it and you melt.

🎀 keeps something of yours on him: a hair tie around his wrist. a note you left in his pocket. he never talks about it, but he always has some little part of you close. it grounds him.

🎀 when he calls you ‘angel’: it’s rare and sacred. he’ll murmur it into your hair when you’re half asleep, or when he’s holding you after a nightmare. it’s his most vulnerable endearment and his way of saying, you saved me.

🎀 the voice drops an octave: when he wants you, his voice gets dark and low. he’ll murmur things in your ear in that deadly calm tone. stuff that makes your knees weak and your core clench. and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

🎀 “say it again.”: sylus loves when you praise him, especially in bed. say he’s good, say he’s yours, say he feels perfect and he’ll growl “say it again” against your neck like a command. you’ll be trembling before he even moves.

🎀 possessive but controlled: he’ll leave bruises on your hips, his marks on your throat. but he does it all while holding your gaze, whispering “you’re mine” in a way that’s more vow than threat.

🎀 always in control, until he’s not: he tries to stay composed. but you? you ruin him. the way you moan his name, the look you give him when you beg, he’ll snap, pin you down and wreck you until you’re limp and glowing.

🎀 he’s lowkey kinky but classy about it: bondage, control, whispered orders. he’s into it. but it’s always respectful. never degrading. he makes you want to obey, makes you crave being good for him. and when you are? he rewards you like royalty.

🎀 post-sex worship: he goes soft after and kisses every inch of you. holds you like you’re something holy. rubs your thighs gently, brushes your hair back, “you okay, angel?” like you didn’t just see god.

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you found him asleep on the couch, his head tilted back and a book resting on his chest.

the fire crackled low in the hearth, shadows dancing across his face, softening the sharpness of his features.

even in sleep, sylus looked tired. like he was still fighting ghosts behind closed eyes.

you knelt beside him quietly and took one of his hands. it was cold. sylus always ran cold. you pressed it between your palms, holding it there, breathing warmth into his skin.

“you’re awake,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

barely opening his eyes, he gave you a tired smile. “didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“you’re allowed,” you said gently. “you’re safe here.”

he pulled your joined hands to his lips and kissed your fingers with a kind of reverence that made your heart ache. “only with you.”

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look, he's sleeping!

wanna steal that pretty ring? 😈

oops

💤Drowsy blobbu 💤 Yes, it's 100% scientifically accurate. I checked with my buddy at NASA.

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──── 𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

╰ 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: LAND OF SECRET FLAMES

kindled: misty trail source: @sgt-seabass

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Cuteness Aggression

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no thoughts, only sea god rafayel

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I NEED sylus next myth go be him as a vampire. I need fangs. I need long hair. I need a regal and slightly flamboyant outfit. I need him to hunger for me but he falls in love and refuses to drink from her. I need her to sacrifice herself so he doesn't waste away. I need to see him in disarray as he drinks from her body. And I need it on my desk by 5pm next Friday.

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Yall…im not okay

@tbaluver

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shout out to them for being giant #malewives

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The dragon and his siren ⊹₊⟡⋆

Sylus and Rafayel from Love and Deepspace

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Based on this.

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Shadowed Past

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He's a big baby - a huge baby even - when he's sick.

You love him to bits regardless, where most people would probably roll their eyes, you jump on the chance to dote on him. Sylus, your big, strong, adorable lover, was reduced to a whiny little mess when his nose was stuffy and his head throbbed.

"I can't believe they let you in..." a cool towel lies across his brow, voice thick with sleep and nasally from the sickness. "Of course they let me in, they're worried about their boss man since he rarely gets sick." You were worried too. Cold or not, you hated seeing Sylus anything less than perfect. It was just so... unlike him.

"I'll be fine, just need to rest." But he was peering at you from under the cool towel, eyes glossy and filled with need. A silent plea for you to take care of him, baby him even, you never got chances like this.

"I'll stay with you, to assure you actually rest like you're supposed to." Slowly, the towel goes back down, but you see the little twitch in the corner of his lips. He's pleased, and that makes your heart flutter.

"I brought you some cold medicine. It won't get rid of the symptoms all together but it'll dull them enough... you got the cold from me after all. I told you that you should have worn a mask." Sylus groans, his evol snatching the bag from your hand and holding it out of your reach. "I don't need any medicine, just you."

"That's silly and you know it."

But his evol is wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards the bed and lifting you onto it. "Sylus!" As much as you wanted to scold him, you couldn't help but swoon at his stubborn acts of affection. He didn't want anything but you. "I just need..." and he's pushing himself up just to push you down against the pillows.

"...you." he's crawling on top of you, body radiating heat from his fever as he puts every pound of his weight on top of you. His head, hot and slightly damp from the towel, finds its home on your breasts.

The air is punched out of your lungs by his weight, but you can feel his once tense body melt into yours and you'd be damned if you complained now. "A-alright, fine. But please take some of the medicine I bought. Your head will thank you."

A beat of silence, then two, "I'll take it only if you feed it to me." So he wanted the full babying experience, huh? "...Fine."

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Sylus: “ You’ve been staring for a while. Where will you start?”

MC: *drops camera*

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