Emily Rose •3•

Welcome to my blog! I make and reblog Date Everything, Monster high, and LaDs content along with Pokemon!

[lucyydoodles]

Corbeau saying he doesn't like the sunlight to the point he doesn't have any windows in his office, as if he doesn't call the player "Sunshine" and reflects their good mood whenever they visit him. He's literally the moon to the players sun.

[nlcoleq]

I LIKE YOUR BIG OL’ H3ART <3 .ᐟ ft. sylus qin.

summary. just sylus training you to take his huge cock <3

word count. 1,2k

disclaimer. smut (mdni!), size training ofc, dom! sylus but with a little surprise at the end ;) (slightly subby! sylus), implied extensive foreplay which includes: multiple orgasms; vibrator; oral sex (f! receiving); fingering, unprotected sex, bulge kink, nipple play, dirty talk, reader uses the government name once oh no.

nic’s notes 𔘓 no joke, this was supposed to be a drabble like 500 words max buuuut i got carried away :) anyway SYLUS BIG COCK GOONERS UNITE!

“deep breaths, sweetie. you’re doing so good.”

sylus’ hands reached for your tear-stained cheekbone, caressing the muscle. his loving strokes and whispered sweet nothings were belied by the mean mating press he had you in, sinking into you slowly—inch by inch.

your sweat-covered thighs pressed against your chest as it heaved with deep exhalations, trying to loosen your insides so that sylus could fit another inch in.

well, half an inch.

it wasn’t the first time you and sylus tried to have sex, you’ve been at this for weeks and frustration seeped into your limbs with each poorly failed attempt. you knew sylus wanted nothing more than to claim every piece of flesh of your body, but every time he’d try to push his cock past your warm folds, the pain became unbearable and the idea of pleasure would fade away like dust into thin air.

sylus could sense your irritation—feel it simmering beneath your skin. therefore, he decided to take matters into his own hands. he made it his mission to prepare you properly, determined to ensure you could take him without any trouble. not that he hadn’t taken his time before—but now? now you were going to grow dizzy from the sheer amount of foreplay he intended to put you through.

an hour of foreplay had gone by—he’d taken his time with you. his fingers had worked you open, his mouth had eaten you out like he needed it to live, and he’d even slipped a vibrator inside you to ease you up more. he’d gone as far as using a special lube meant to make the stretch feel smoother, more satisfying.

you’d already come three times. your thighs were quivering and your seemingly unsatisfied insides spammed as though they craved more and more. numb limbs and blissed-out eyes. exactly the kind of state sylus enjoyed reducing you to.

finally, after what felt like forever, you felt his mushroom head pressing against your entrance, walls already clenching in anticipation.

sylus chuckled as his fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along your leg, which was draped over your shoulder. “eager, aren’t we?” he tapped his tip against your clit twice as he spoke. “don’t think i love your excitement, kitten, but you need to relax just a little more.”

you obeyed, loosening your insides as requested. you exhaled sharply before mewling. “sy, please just put it in. you’ve prepped me enough.”

his knuckles brushed against the fat of your cheeks, his touch carrying more than mere affection. “there’s no need to beg, yes? i’ll give you what you want, you know it, sweetie.” he pressed a cute peck against your swollen lips. “you just need to be more patient.”

you huffed, a mix of frustration and anxiousness mingling in your breath. “ugh, sylus! i’ve been waiting and cumming like crazy for an hour already and you haven’t even fucked me yet!“

sylus didn’t meet your eye while you were rambling on; his attention was fixated on your fluttering walls and his reddened girth. though you continued spluttering words. “c’mon just fuck me and quit messing aroun—angh!”

his tip eased into you, his crimson irises drawn in the way his cock disappeared inside you as he pushed more and more. he huffed before his famous smirk curved his lips. “you’re in such a rush. thought you liked it when i took my time.”

your breath grew more elaborated, chest rising and falling as you stuttered intelligible words. with furrowed brows and shaky thighs, you tried to keep as relaxed as you could whilst sylus’ girth made its way up your hole. slowly, torturing you.

your vocabulary was replaced by sweet, high-pitched whines. your eyes drifted to where your bodies met before you murmured lowly. “i-is it all in yet?”

“i’m not even half way in, my love.” his low baritone rumbled in your ear whilst he provided soothing, lingering traces of love along your outer thighs. “are you alright? does it hurt?”

you tried to make your words sound clear through your fuzzy, hazy mind. “‘m fine just—ngh, take it s-slow, please.”

“of course, sweetie.”

sylus’ big cock penetrated your insides little by little, burying himself deeper and deeper with each passing second. still, he took it slow just as you had asked. sylus was aware of his girthy length and wanted nothing but to bring you satisfaction, pleasure—and if that meant not rushing things, then that was what he was going to do.

the unrushed pace of the whole affair allowed sylus to savor everything: the way your walls constricted around him, having trouble taking him whole; the way your eyes welled up and rolled to the back of your skull with each inch he pushed in—the mix of pain and pleasure was arousing for him.

after what felt like the longest—both for you and him—, sylus bottomed out, his hips meeting your asscheeks, heavy balls colliding with your rim. he heaved out a lustful grunt as he felt the entirety of his dick being squeezed by your warmth. he had craved this closeness to you for far too long and the fact that it was now you and him united as one body, one soul, drove him mad.

but to be honest, what drove him madder was the sight of his cockhead poking out your belly.

“syyy—mghh! please move, feel like i’m burning inside.”

the aforementioned man smirked, the low vibration of a chuckle sending chills through your body. “as you wish, kitten.”

sylus rammed himself into your enveloping heat, with each thrust your breasts bounced in a hypnotizing motion—one that he could not resist as he directed his mouth toward your perked nipples, alternating between licking and teasing with his fingers.

every single one of his ministrations reduced your brain to mush and your body to a panting, whiny mess.

you begged with half-lidded eyes. “f-fuck sy, ‘s too much—gah!”

sylus faintly grazed your g-spot and your walls fluttered around him, your mouth fell agape as a string of moans echoed through the room.

sylus smiled to himself. “that’s the spot, isn’t it?”

you nodded incessantly, completely lost in the hot, sinful aura that wrapped your bodies. “yesyesyes! keep fucking me, please!“

as much as sylus loved seeing this destroyed-by-pleasure state of yours, he could not help but be a dick about it. “mhm, suddenly i’m feeling a little tired, kitten.”

he uttered before slowing down the pace. though you could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, it wasn’t what you needed at the moment.

what you needed was for him to ruthlessly slam his big cock against that sweet spot over and over again.

your ankles, which were draped over his shoulders, locked around his neck, pushing him down forcefully—your forehead almost colliding with his. “i told you to keep fucking me.”

his rich laugh fanned over your face, amusement written all over his. “i am fucking you, kitten. i don’t know what you’re talking about, you’ll have to be more-“

you cut out his insufferable asshole act as you purposefully clenched around his tip, the only part of his dick that was still inside of you, earning a deep and velvety grunt from the man.

“sylus. qin.”

you deadpanned with a clearly unamused expression on your face, belying your rosy, tear-streaked cheeks. and god, wasn’t sylus turned on by your stunt?

his right eye glinted dangerously, bright redness shining in the dark room. he slid a hand down your leg, gently parting your ankles as he placed a wet, lingering kiss on your skin, holding your gaze the entire time, a devilish fire hiding behind those rubies.

“yes, ma’am.”

☰ masterlist !

[wickedbubbles]

A MUST READ WHILST OVULATING (speaking from experience)

[lvl1l1]

Sylus isn’t the guy who waits for your birthday to drop something huge on you.

He’ll just… do it. Random Tuesday in March, you wake up to him already dressed, leaning in the bedroom doorway with that lazy half-smirk, tossing a set of keys onto the bed like it’s nothing.

“Get up. Yours now.”

You stare at the key; matte black, sleek logo you recognize instantly. Your brain short-circuits for a solid five seconds.

“…Sylus, what the fuck is this?”

He shrugs. “Your new car, sweetie. Parked downstairs. Figured the matte red would look good with your new gear.”

You’re still blinking at the keys. “You bought me a sports car. On a random day. Because…?”

“Because I saw it and thought you’d look hot driving it.” He says it like that’s the only explanation required. No card, no ribbon, no celebratory card. Just him, already walking toward the kitchen like he didn’t just change your entire driveway situation.

Birthdays and holidays are different with him.

Those are quieter. More private.

On your actual birthday he doesn’t do grand gestures or flashy jewelry. He waits until the apartment is dark, everyone else long gone, and then he sits you down on the couch with nothing but a small velvet box in his palm.

Inside is something small and personal. A tiny silver heart shaped locket with a picture of the two of you in it. It’s the kind where you aren’t posing, not deliberately trying to look good for the camera. It’s a small intimate moment shared between the two of you and even in the picture, his full attention is on you. He’s had it cleaned, strung on a thin chain he picked himself.

No speech. Just him fastening it around your neck with careful fingers, lips brushing the nape before he pulls back to look at you.

“Been carrying that around for a while,” he mutters. “Figured it was time you had it.”

You’re crying before you even realize it. He doesn’t make a big deal, just pulls you into his lap, lets you hide your face in his neck while he strokes your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Valentine’s, Christmas, anniversaries, he keeps it the same. Thoughtful, quiet, stupidly intimate things that mean something only to the two of you: a leather-bound sketchbook filled with his own rough drawings of places you’ve been together, a single pressed flower from the field where you first kissed, a custom knife engraved with the date he decided you were never getting away from him.

No billboards. No parades. No “world’s best girlfriend” mugs.

Just him, quietly proving every day that you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted to keep.

And then on some random Thursday in July he’ll walk in, drop a set of matte-black keys on the counter while you’re eating cereal, and go “bought you a bike. It’s downstairs. Don’t scratch it.”

You stare at him over the bowl.

He just kisses the top of your head and steals a spoonful of your cereal like he didn’t just casually drop five figures on a whim.

That’s Sylus.

Big gifts whenever the hell he feels like it.

The ones that actually hurt to give, those are saved for the days that matter.

[mwphisto]

Sylus getting hit with an aphrodisiac and fucking himself to tears. Like overstimulating himself until he's sobbing into your neck, buried in your cunt, gasping for air but his hips won't stop thrusting :(

Your neck is wet from his euphoric daze, his choked little sobs making you clamp down around him which only results in him whimpering as the pleasure nearly blinds him :(

His cute little noises as his cock rams between your gummy walls, moans and whines and whimpers at a pitch you didn't think he was possible of making. Your name a pretty little prayer on his bitten lips because fuck his hips won't stop meeting yours :(

His groin and thighs being all slick and wet, a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of your abused cunt. All warm and full of his constant releases, the aphrodisiac making his body work overtime :(

You're just under him, crushed by his weight and mind melting into pleasure as he hits those sweet spots over and over again. You hadn't even been affected by the aphrodisiac itself but his ferocity had you nearly drooling, jaw forever slack as he fucks into you.

He's so hot, sweat slicking his skin, his scent enveloping you. Your fingers tremble as you cling to him, nails raking dully at his shoulder blades. He's too heavy for you to thrust your hips up to meet him, getting pounded right into the mattress by both his weight and force.

This would heal me in several ways tbh </3 Sylus how dare you not be real.

[ironfloret]

happy pride feat. the walking non-binary flag! 💛🤍💜🖤

(for funsies version colour-picked from the non-binary flag under the cut<3)

normally his pants count for the white but i didn't feel like drawing a fullbody today lol

[sylus-shivanika]

He is my everything 🫶🏻

[trueshellz]

Just imagining going grocery shopping with Sylus as a previously independent woman who didn't need anyone. Now you have this towering white haired oaf constantly doing things for you and you're not used to it.

Pushing the shopping cart - definitely not anymore.

Loading the car - yeah, you're joking, right?

And don't get me started on taking the bags from the car to your house.

Usually, you'd load up your arms and waddle walk, because God only knew you weren't about to do two trips, keys in one hand as you walked to your apartment.

"Kitten, what are you doing?"

"Taking the groceries inside."

"But... why?"

You stand, eyebrows creased in a frown of confusion.

You tend to forget how he must have people for this, rich idiot that he is.

"Listen, I know you're loaded and all but us normal folk usually take the groceries into the house and put them away."

You loaded up your left arm with two bags and shoved the box of toilet paper under your armpit. But, the N109 leader is still stood there confused.

"Sweetie-"

"Sylus. I'm fine. Lemme lock the car and then we can-"

A loud sigh and suddenly your arms feel lighter as the bags are taken away from you gently. Your body straightened as he turns you towards the door to your apartment complex and pats your butt and you hear the car beep behind you as it's locked.

"I was going to say: sweetie, why do you still insist on doing this all alone when you have me now?"

[oceanbloomz]

⋆｡°✩ quick sylus x reader drabble!

Thinking about Luke and Kieran sneaking photos of you and Sylus doing cute couple things around the base.

Napping on the couch together? Gotcha. Staring lovingly into each other’s eyes while having dinner? Captured. Feeding each other popcorn on family movie night in the home theater? You two aren’t sly!

They would use Mephisto as a diversion if they ever suspected you were onto them by having him cause some sort of ruckus (they had to bribe him with jewels first, of course).

Luke and Kieran who think they’re so sneaky but later check their photos to find their boss eyeing the camera in each image. He just didn’t care.

Why would he? All that meant was he had more reason to spend time with you.

a/n: i love my bird boys

[earthsrirshaart]

The first time he saw his daughter 🩷 I’ve wanted to draw this moment for so long 🥹

PS. I headcanon that he probably cried when he first met his daughter

[myntrose]

sylus spoiling wifey!reader for valentines / fluff a/n : i've been sad all day and needed to write my husband rq

you wake up to a half empty bed. the sun's light is idly peeking through the curtains, and you can see it rays casting on the side where your husband usually lays.

as your sleepiness blurs away, your eyes blink as you finally process that you have, in fact, woken up alone. while you and your husband sylus live on entirely different sleep schedules, he always makes an effort to at least let you know if he'd be heading out first for whatever work needs to be done in the N109 zone.

lazily, and without looking, your hand reaches to the side of your bed for your phone. maybe sylus texted you his whereabouts this early in the morning. failing to grab your phone, you finally turn to get a better look.

instead of just your phone, which you suspected sylus had moved to the further corner where the charger was, you see a beautiful dark green glass vase, with an assortment of rose, a few of your favorite flowers, daturas, and filler foliage sitting inside. atop the flowers is a dark red envelope with your name in large lettering. it's your husbands handwriting, something you note immediately.

after finally finding the strength to get out of your spot in bed, you walk up to the flowers and pick up the card, opening and reading its contents.

my dearest, I apologize for leaving you alone this morning. You can tell me all about it later. These flowers were picked this morning, so they'll be in full bloom within the week. I selected each one myself, because I can only have the best for my wife, right? There was an urgent matter for me to take care off, but go ahead and look in the closet. I'll pick you up around noon, so take your time. I'll see you soon. your h͟u͟s͟b͟a͟n͟d, sylus

a small giggle escapes you at the fact that he underlined husband. it's been a few years since your wedding, but he hold the title as sacred.

deciding to check out the closet, you're met with another wonderful surprise. it's a hand tailored dress, deep and dark red, one that looks straight out of your imagination. no matter how many times sylus showers you with gifts, you never are not in awe at the scale of marvelous they come with.

within the next few hours, you take a bath (in the absurdly large tub, courtesy of your husband), find yourself eating a small homemade breakfast spread that sylus had laid out for you, and get ready for whatever surprise sylus has in store.

you wait outside your shared home, and at the clocks turning noon you see sylus pull up in one of his cars. it's almost unfair how attractive he looks when driving, but what catches your breath is when he walks out of the car, and you see him in a suit that matches your outfit perfectly.

"it's like you're undressing me with your eyes, sweetie." his remark earns an eye roll from you, as sylus pulls you into his arms. as if you'd done so a million times (which, well, you have) sylus dips his head towards yours and captures you in a kiss.

"so what" kiss "if" kiss "i am?" the words come out between kisses, and sylus chases you like it's his next high.

"I wouldn't be opposed, but let's save it for later, sweetie. how about I take you on a proper date first?" Sylus takes you to the car, opening your door and helping you in. as you sit comfortably, you notice a small gift box right on the dashboard, a tag with your name attached to it.

"go ahead, it's for you" your husband begins to drive as you unwrap the box. inside is a small chain necklace, with a ruby heart charm attached. with one hand still on the wheel, sylus moves his other one to yours, holding it tightly.

"I'll help you put in on when we get out. it represents my heart. you're the only one I trust with it, and who gets to keep it close to yours." he's looking straight towards the road, but his words are deep and sincere. a small thank you escapes your lips, and soon later sylus finally parks the car.

as he helps you out the car, and helping you put the necklace on, sylus walks you through a secluded garden. you both walk through the gates, which are lined and surrounded with tall fern walls. as you walk deeper into the garden, you see a gazebo in the middle, surrounded with flowers and flora alike. the view looks straight out of a fairytale, and you notice the picnic setup within the gazebo as you get there.

sylus wastes no time in pulling your chair out, a small smirk at the way your eyes are staring brightly at the scenery. "this is why I had to leave bed early, much to my dismay. I booked this place out this morning and wanted to be the one to set this up."

"Sylus, this is just.. I'm at a loss for words. This is beautiful, I can't believe I'm so lucky to have you." Sylus grabs your hands and brings them to his lips, gently pressing a kiss along your wrist.

"No, it's the opposite. Everyday I become so tempted to shower you with gifts and spoil you with everything this world has. I know how you feel about it, but it's because there isn't anything that would amount to how much I love you." he pauses for a moment. sylus, for all you knew him, is a confident man. but you, his love, his wife, are the only one who can make him weak like this, make his heart flutter.

"Sweetheart, today may be Valentines Day, but I love you all the same and more everyday. There aren't enough days to express how much I love you, so I hope you can take my word for it. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me, which I hope is a while considering this." Sylus taps on the wedding ring on your finger, and you fight back the tears that threaten to spill. not from sadness, but from the overwhelming, raw and passionate love that sylus proclaims. you know he means what he says, because that's exactly how you feel for him as well.

you grab his face in your hand, and press kisses along his jaw and cheeks, before leaving a lingering one on his lips. your other hand presses a small wrapped envelope against his chest, and sylus lifts an eyebrow at the object.

you watch as he opens it, his eyes widening in delight. it's a pair of decorative cuff links, but what surprised him were the gemstones at the end of each link.

"a ruby heart and cutout ruby cat paw. the latter is, well self explanatory with what you call me." his kitten, a nickname that he uses both to tease but lovingly. "but it looks like we had the same idea with the heart, huh? I'll take care of yours, if you take care of mine. deal?"

Sylus looks at you with nothing less than adoration. you are his soulmate, his partner that understand him in a way no one else ever will. he envelops your hand thats hovering above his heart, and keeps it close.

"deal."

a/n : wrote this to cope with another flowerless valentines </3. to all my other singles, i love you and here's ur flower this year 🌹

[souliloqui]

"Say Dada," Sylus coaxes gently, seated together with her daughter in her playpen. She's busy grabbing building blocks, inspecting them, and placing them on top of a very unstable tower. "Say Dada, princess."

His daughter spares him a glance before piling on another building block. The tower sways precariously, leaning heavily to one side. But she doesn't care; drawing up building plans is not a part of her job.

Sylus chuckles, the glance she gave him so similar to the one you give him. She truly is your daughter—maybe that's why she's insisting on being so stubborn.

"You know your tower is wobbling, right?" He tells her, pointing at it. "There’s no solid groundwork. No proper foundation. Where did you go to school for your architecture degree?"

"Babababa," she babbles conversationally and Sylus nods in understanding.

"That is an excellent school. I'm sorry for questioning your credentials."

"What are you two talking about?" You ask upon entering the living room, your daughter's bottle in hand. "Is he bothering you about your building credentials again, baby?"

Your daughter squeals happily, turning to slam her tiny hands down on Sylus' knee. He's a wonderful actor, shouting in feigned pain as he falls to the ground. You watched, amused, as your daughter begins hitting tiny fists onto his chest while Sylus groans in fake agony.

"That's right, sweetie," you cheer, climbing over the playpen's fence. "Show him who's boss!"

Your daughter squeals louder, adorable giggles bursting forth and Sylus can't help but join her. She squeaks in joy when he scoops her up into his arms and lays her softly on his slightly sore chest. She beams down at him and Sylus melts, his eyes softening.

"Say Dada," He tries again and your daughter blinks before giving a toothless grin.

"Mmmama!" She babbles and Sylus huffs, smiling.

"Traitor," he says, carefully lifting himself up into a seated position so he can take the bottle you hand him. "You're breaking your father's heart, my love."

You shift to sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as you watch him feed her. His head comes to rest upon yours after he places a kiss on top of it.

"I heard her say Dada yesterday," you tell him with a tiny laugh. "She was missing you and you were at work so she called out for you." Your hand comes up instantly to caress his thigh, easing the pain and guilt you know is already eating at him. For being away from you and her and not being there when she called. "So I think she's just messing with you."

"Sounds an awful lot like someone I know," Sylus partially teases and you roll your eyes, playful.

Your daughter, perfectly content in Sylus' arms with warm milk in her tummy, pulls away from the bottle's nipple and coos:

"Dada dadada!"

Sylus freezes, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, while you beam at your little bundle of joy.

"Well done, baby!" You praise excitedly before gently nudging Sylus. "Goodness she has excellent timing—oh Sy, my love, don't cry!"

[bumbleleeart]

Plus size MC and some of the boys from LADS

[om-nom-snom]

[Morning Routines]

Rika x reader, Milo x reader, Piers x reader

Rika <3

Rika is very rarely in a rush in the mornings

Waking up at sometime between 7-8am on a normal day, you'll often be stuck in bed with her snuggling you until then

Once she is awake you'll both be out of bed pretty quick, however

She's up pretty quick each morning to feed clodsire, the Pokemon's bottomless stomach getting it into trouble otherwise

After making sure all your Pokémon are sorted, Rika insists that the two of you make breakfast for yourselves

Usually still in cozy pyjamas, she pulls you into the kitchen and insists on 'helping' you to use a knife for anything

Rika just wants to wrap herself around you from behind

Once a very relaxed breakfast is over, she's finally ready to get dressed for the day

If you ever have any issues picking clothing, Rika is happy to pick for you

Though, she makes a few less than innocent comments in the process

"Those clothes look great on you babe, but you'd look better if they were on the floor-"

If you want to make your girlfriend quiet then you do have a secret weapon

Do up her tie for her

Rika can't look you in the eyes when you do, blushing, hardly able to hide how much she loves it

The precious pout on her face as she turns away is everything

With a couple kisses at the door, Rika tries to delay her departure to work, only leaving when you push her out of the doorway

Milo <3

Milo has always been an early bird in the mornings

Growing up on a farm will do that to a person

Before it's even light outside, you'll feel the rustling of your boyfriend getting out of bed

The soft sounds of of wooden drawers opening and closing, Milo attempting to get himself dressed in the near complete darkness of your room

He always tries not to wake you but he can't leave in the morning without giving you a quick kiss on the forehead

Overall, he's very quiet and efficient in the early morning

When you do get up you'll notice there's coffee waiting for you in the pot and some breakfast being warmed in the oven

Milo is always doting on you, even in ungodly hours of the morning

After a simple but relaxing breakfast it's not long until your boyfriend is back from the fields

A bit tired and already covered in dirt, Milo is more than happy to give you another kiss before washing up

After making himself the sweetest cup of coffee you've ever seen, the two of you finally have a bit of time to sit down and chat

"C'mon, six sugars are completely normal in a cup of coffee."

When Milo next heads out into the fields, expect an invite to come join him and his wooloo

Piers <3

Good luck getting out of bed anytime in the morning with this guy

Piers refuses to wake up before midday, and considering he spends all night on the stage or writing songs it's hard to blame him

You'll find yourself stuck wrapped up in the gym leaders arms, with his grip tightening every time you attempt to get free

He's quite content soaking in your warmth and catching up on sleep

He's a very heavy sleeper too, so if you want to try and wake Piers up you'll need to enlist help

Obstagoon

Your boyfriends ace pokemon is more than happy to weasel himself under the blankets before dragging a now half asleep Piers out of bed

The dark type does expect to be paid back in both breakfast and treats but it's worth it

With a grumble, Piers without fail always tries to run a hand through his bed hair before feeding the pokemon

It's somehow even wilder than it is usually, visible knots almost making you wince with the thought of getting them out

Piers is always a slow starter 'in the morning' and after settling the pokemon he's always happy to corner you in the kitchen for a few kisses

"We've got nothin' goin' on Doll, let's go back t' bed."

[ironfloret]

morning light 🌥️

[juuyeah]

Alola honeymoon… i also plan to draw the grunts and Philippe because they all deserve vacation with their fav boss and wifey !

Based on wonderful snippets from @galaxychaos78 💓

[sharktunarts]

compilation of twitter edits i've done of my silly little corbeau x oc ship

[cardinal-writes]

canvas

summary: you rope sylus into joining your self-care routine pairing: sylus x reader rating: general audiences word count: 280 tags: gender-neutral!reader, domestic fluff note: also available in my love & drabble-space collection on ao3

The scent of green tea hangs in the bathroom, undercut with a more floral note, and a jar of your favorite face mask sits open on the counter. You’ll need to purchase more soon, given that the bottom of the pot is now visible.

Maybe you could convince Sylus to take you shopping this weekend.

As if on cue, he moseys into the doorway, hooks his thumbs in his pockets, and leans against the frame, all soft-eyed as he takes you in. He’s dressed for work, but it seems he’s in no hurry to get there.

You slide your gaze to his, meeting his reflection in the mirror. “Would you like some?” you ask, holding up a clay-covered finger. You must look a sight right now, your face half-covered in glorified mud and a cat-eared spa headband wrapped high across your forehead.

“Of you?” he asks, a smirk bowing his lips. “Always.”

You scoff, amused. “Of this face mask,” you clarify and work more of the cool, smooth clay into your nose and chin. “It's quite refreshing.”

He hums thoughtfully, then rights himself and closes the distance between you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Mmm, that depends.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head. “Do we get to rinse it off in the shower?”

You twist in his embrace so that you can tap a dot of pale green clay onto the tip of his nose. “I think that could be arranged,” you say through a grin.

Sylus trails his hands down to your hips, then to the backs of your thighs, and then he lifts you onto the counter and steps between your legs. “Then consider me your canvas, kitten.”