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Meadow, adult, main = @myers-meadow.
This is to spam Love & Deepspace screenshots and rambles ✌️
New to the game, 2yrs late, never played a gacha before. I suck at the battles, i suck worse at the claw machine but i want those virtual plushies soooo bad. The story + characters sucked me right in, i love all the different tidbits of lore and story to find throughout the game.
divider by @strangergraphics
𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅?
pairing: boyfriend!sylus x girlfriend!reader
a/n: this is inspired by that tik tok trend...
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The restaurant isn’t fancy. Just warm lighting, quiet conversation, the kind of place couples test out when they’re still new. He sits across from you, posture straight, hands folded loosely on the table. Composed and attentive.
He orders first, efficient and precise. The waiter turns to you. You order your usual chicken schnitzel , extra mushroom sauce and then, sweet as anything, you glance at him.
“Can I get fries instead of a salad?” Silence...
Sylus blinks. Not dramatically, just once. The waiter looks at him. Sylus looks at you.
There is a very clear, very visible flicker of confusion in his eyes because one you never order salad, and two why are you asking him.
“You don’t…” he starts slowly. You look at him expectantly. He lowers his voice slightly.
“You don’t even like salad.” The waiter is now hovering in awkward anticipation. You tilt your head.
“So is that okay?” He stares at you like you’ve just presented him with a riddle.
“…Okay?” he repeats. He knows your coffee order. He knows you hate certain vegetables. He knows you steal fries from his plate even when you order your own.
But this? This feels like a test he didn’t study for.
“You can order whatever you want,” he says carefully, like he’s navigating something fragile.
“Why would you need my approval?” You shrug. The waiter is sweating.
Sylus’ brows knit together slightly. He’s trying to read you. Did he miss something? Did he accidentally imply something controlling? Is this a boundary conversation disguised as carbs?
“You’ve ordered fries every time we’ve gone out,” he adds quietly, almost defensive. “I wouldn’t object now.” And that’s when your lips twitch.
He sees it, his eyes narrow slightly.
“…Are you playing with me?” You finally laugh. The tension leaves his shoulders instantly, replaced with the softest, most relieved exhale.
He looks down at the table for a second, shaking his head.
“You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs, but there’s a smile threatening at the corner of his mouth. Then he looks back at the waiter, completely composed again.
“She’ll have the fries.” A pause...
“And no salad.” The waiter nods gratefully and leaves. You’re still smiling at him. He leans back slightly, studying you.
“For the record,” he says quietly, softer now, “you don’t need to ask me for things like that.”
His fingers brush yours on the table. Hesitant, still new to this.
“I like that you feel comfortable joking with me,” he adds after a second.
Then, almost shyly, “But please warn me next time, my love. I thought I’d made a mistake.”
LADS x The Crow 2024
Evil wings in ether beating; Vultures at the spirit eating; Things unseen forever fleeting Black against the leering sky. Ghastly shades of bygone gladness, Clawing fiends of future sadness, Mingle in a cloud of madness Ever on the soul to lie.
Hear me out
Sylus with tattoos.
I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS
also pics under the cut of him in tatts in the game hhhh
“In that case, I’ll hold a funeral they can attend. So they’ll think you’re gone forever.”
I think this line reflects caleb more than it does mc
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smooching him
Can this man be any more perfect?
doggy style so he could press into you and feel himself ❤︎
He only ever puts you in this position when he’s so consumed by you.
With a love drunk Sylus in your ear, murmuring about how good you feel; with a tone—a sultry, nagging tone that always manages to make you break—you never admitted that you weren’t against it, nor hated it, because it was the total opposite of that.
The way he had your face pressed on the velvety pillow, driven deep in the fluff, mouth agape as you screamed your pitiful sounds as he pummelled into you with ruthless thrusts that could tear you apart—there was no way it couldn’t feel better than this. However, it wasn’t until you realized his fingers were stuck on your sides, subtly moving you in a higher angle so he could–
“Ngh–”
His name eventually slips out of your lips in a choked gasp as you tried to call him out for his sudden actions, but he just hummed, leaning in and pressing against your bare back. It wasn’t a normal press that seemed like he was adjusting himself, no.
Still sunken deep in you, he eventually buried his face in the crook of your neck, soaking in your scent before grinding further against you—practically crushing you with the large size difference of his body. His cold chest was the only thing tickling your back and it only made you giggle, tilting your head to the side as he started kissing your skin.
His lips planted soft kisses along your neck before his fingers drifted further across your body and pressed on your lower abdomen.
“Feel it?” He murmured, nipping at your shoulder before slowly thrusting a little deeper so you could actually feel him against you.
A pathetic whine left your lips and you shook your head, hitting your face on the pillow and arching your back further which only seemed to make the situation better for Sylus.
But he didn’t pry any further and kept feeding you slow, languid thrusts as his fingers remained put on your lower abdomen.
“Feels s’good- ah!”
Sylus only laughed, and quickened the pace a little. “It does, doesn’t it?”
“Then put your hand where mine is, sweetie.”
You groan and bite the pillowcase, letting your teeth sink in the material as you try to dodge the demand; but with every plunge of his cock, practically persuading you to listen—resisting wasn’t going to work and you, hesitantly, yet slowly, eventually place your hand on his.
“Now how does it feel?”
“Fuck…”
His fingers curl between yours and he holds onto your hand tightly as his hips start moving lazy rolls against you, and his breathing grows heavier than usual, letting his sounds he held back escape him after holding them back for so long… and that only meant one thing.
“I want to hear it with words once I give you more than…” he raised your hips at a higher angle and you could feel him pulsing heavier—faster in you that it only made you wince and try to look down at the scene. And before you knew it—before you could comprehend it; you felt a weird sensation bubble up within you like he was filling you up?!
“…this.”
a/n. Omg who tf thinks abt sylus nd belly bulging at 1am 💀💀 (I do) btw I proofread the most I could with the consciousness I have </3
sometimes, you wished you could find something to complain about when it came to sylus.
was he aggravating and a borderline pain in the ass most of the time? sure, but he always made up for it.
especially now, with his bare chest pressed to yours, his heavy breaths brushing against your neck as he thrusted a steady rhythm into you.
you honestly didn't know how you both got there. one moment, you were complaining about breakfast.
the next?
you were pressed against the counter, your husband's large hands gripping your thighs like a vice as he grunted and groaned in your ear.
"s-sy-" you moaned, fingers grasping at the countertop, desperately trying to keep yourself steady. "sl-slow down!-"
"is that what you want, my wife?" he was filled with need, one where the greed that consumed him wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by you, deep inside of you. "i would slow down, but this-" he punctuated his words with another hard thrust, "beautiful little cunt seems to want something else."
"h-haah, you jerk-" you whined, fist banging at his back in a desperate attempt to get a break. "please!"
thankfully, your husband was always willing to follow your needs, and his hips slowed. but now you were faced with a bigger problem, the huge length within you keeping you stretched wide. he shifted slightly, wrapping your legs properly around his waist and locking your heels into his lower back.
then, he smiled at you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face. you knew you were the one who asked for a break, but the tension in your core was becoming too much, and you squirmed against him, hips rolling in a sorry attempt to regain friction.
"oh, what's this?" he gasped, tone almost mocking as he tilted his head at you. "i thought a certain kitten was too tired."
"sy.." you whined, mustering the best glare you could at him. but all he had to do was swivel his hips, and your pout dropped into a gasp. "pl-please, can i cum?-"
"of course, sweetie," he mused, lowering his head to bring you nose to nose, "but you know what you have to do."
his obsession with hearing his title would make you roll your eyes, but you were much too desperate. so, quietly, breathily, you whimpered a soft, "my husband.."
and it was over from there.
groaning, he buried his face in your neck, licking and biting at your skin to mark you, to claim you. you were his, you always had been, but the reminder on your neck, and the feeling between your thighs, always calmed that possessive instinct within him.
"my wife, my wife, my wife.." he repeated the term like a mantra, every movement bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. your nails dug into his back, marks that he would wear proudly, and you could only whine as he nuzzled you. "cum for me, my wife."
stars exploded behind your eyes, and you could only fall limp in his embrace as he found his climax as well, a low groan that turned into an almost purr escaping his broad chest. he held you close, fingers running up and down your back as he smiled at you, kissing your forehead.
"you are the best thing to ever happen to me." he mumbled, tucking you into his side with a smile. "thank you, my wife."
