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Let me just-

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san :: i’m the one jacket making

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Zyne x #KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

I’ve got plans to draw them all so wish me luck 🥹🩷✨

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1000 followers celebration <3 - request 3/10

sylus knelt in front of you, hands trembling slightly as he held the ring box open. he had rehearsed it. the whole thing. three times. precise words. calm tone. just like a mission.

but when he looked up at you—really looked—everything unraveled.

“i…” he began, then swallowed hard. “i thought i could say it all. clean. simple. but…”

his voice broke. your breath caught as he looked down, blinking fast, then back up at you. his eyes were soaked in emotion, shining too much.

“i never planned on needing someone,” he whispered. “and then you came along. and now i—” his jaw clenched. “i can’t do anything without thinking of you.”

you dropped to your knees in front of him, hands cupping his face.

“i love you so much it scares me,” he choked, finally cracking. “i want to spend every day proving i’m good enough for you.” he opened the box with shaking fingers. “will you marry me?”

you nodded, crying, saying yes yes yes, and he exhaled, forehead dropping to yours in relief, a shaky, silent kiss pressing against your lips. he didn’t say much else. but when he slipped the ring on your finger, his hand wouldn’t stop shaking, and his heart had never beat louder.

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1000 followers celebration <3 - request 8/10

sylus stood before you in his true form. horns curling back, scales rippling like dark steel, claws flexing at his sides. wings half-unfurled, glowing eyes locked onto you.

and you—tiny, human, brave—whispered up at him. “can we… do it like this?”

his breath hitched, smoke curling from his nose. “you don’t know what you’re asking.”

“yes i do,” you breathed, stepping closer, laying your hand over the broad expanse of his scaled chest. “i want you. all of you.”

his growl was guttural, barely restrained. “i could crush you. burn you. lose control the moment i sink into you.”

you looked up at him with those soft, pleading eyes that always undid him. “then lose it. with me.”

his massive hands scooped you up, cradling you to his chest like a treasure. his treasure. he pressed his forehead to yours, trembling with heat and need. “you want to be taken by a dragon?” he whispered, thick with longing. “then you’ll be marked by fire. i’ll bite. claim. ruin.”

he laid you down on a bed of molten-warm silk, wings shielding you from the world. and just before his lips crashed into yours, he whispered. “i’ll be gentle… until you beg for the flame.”

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Woke up sick. I BETTER BE BACK AT WORK TOMORROW BC IF NOT IM GOING TO MISS POURING A RAMP AND ITS LITERALLY PART OF MY PROJECT (along with a few other cement masons)

FUCK

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— i is for innocence

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” sylus asked softly, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh as you lay back against the pillows. you were wide-eyed and pink from cheek to chest. your breath caught in half of a gasp and a soft whimper, and that was all the answer he needed.

his smirk was lazy. full of that dangerous kind of affection. the kind that meant he was about to ruin you sweetly, slowly, and not feel the slightest bit guilty for it.

“didn’t think so,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours. “you blush too easy.”

you tried to look away, but his fingers caught your chin and tilted your face back toward him.

“no hiding,” he whispered. “let me see it.”

his hand slid down over your stomach again, between your thighs, just grazing the edge of your panties with a feather-light touch.

“look at you,” he purred, like velvet sin. “such a good girl, letting me touch you like this.”

“i–i trust you,” you breathed, voice trembling.

he paused at that. just for a second something flickered in his eyes. a bit of softness. definitely a crack in the heat.

but then he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you shouldn’t.”

your thighs squeezed together instinctively, and he chuckled, low and wicked.

“mm, too late now,” he said. “you let a wolf into your bed, sweetheart. and now i’m gonna take my time.”

his fingers slipped under the fabric, finally touching you where you were soaked and needy. you gasped too loud, too surprised, and he groaned, dragging his teeth over your throat.

“this wet already? just from my voice?” he hissed. “fuck, you’re perfect.”

you squirmed, overwhelmed and eager, unsure of where to put your hands, but he grabbed one wrist and pinned it above your head with effortless strength.

“don’t move,” he said, kissing your pulse. “i’ll show you how it’s supposed to feel.”

and he did. one finger. then two. crooking them slow, watching you fall apart under his touch like he’d been made to do this. you moaned so sweet for him, and he groaned, teeth gritted, eyes locked on your fluttering lashes and trembling thighs.

“you were made for me,” he growled. “my innocent little angel.”

and when you came with his name on your lips and clutching the sheets, undone by nothing but his fingers and voice, he kissed you so sweet. so gentle.

“say thank you, baby.”

“thank you, sylus,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, and his grin turned into a soft smile.

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JUST FINISHED WATCHING KPOP DEMON HUNTERS AND IM OBSESSED

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K-pop boys

If they was a k-pop group, I wonder what their band name would be. Any ideas yall 🤔?

(Credit: Shou_gu_tou)

I think it would be "The Li"s 🤣

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Sylus x #KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

I rushed to draw it as fast as I could 😔🩷✨

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1000 followers celebration <3 - request 10/10

zayne lay naked on his stomach, head buried in his folded arms, muscles tense and coiled like a loaded spring.

“just relax,” you whispered, drizzling warm oil down his spine.

he actually shivered. “i am relaxed,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

“no, baby. you’re a heartbeat away from snapping your own spine.”

you straddled his thighs, working the oil in with slow, deep pressure. warm palms dragging across the thick muscles of his shoulders, down to his lower back. he grunted once. then again. and then a low, broken sound escaped him.

zayne whined. his fingers curled into the sheets. “y-you’re doing that on purpose.”

“i’m helping,” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck. “is the doctor having trouble staying quiet?”

“you don’t know what you’re—nghh.”

you slid your thumbs into the base of his spine, and his hips bucked involuntarily.

“you’re blushing, doctor,” you whispered in his ear. “is your composure slipping?”

he groaned, hoarse. “you keep touching me like that, and i swear i’ll flip you over and fuck you into the mattress.”

you smiled, lips ghosting his skin. “good. that’s exactly what i was hoping for.”

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– prisoner!sylus eating you out during your 'interrogation' ༯ 

"sylus!" you whine, grabbing onto his hair and pulled his head up to look down at him. dribbles of your slick probed their way out of his lips, sliding down his chin and dripping on the table you were sat on.

"what is it, miss?" he spoke against your dripping cunt, tongue lapping on your soaked folds before sliding in, sucking and practically devouring you like you were his last meal before death.

"this w-was supposed to be an interrogation!"

"c'mon, how could I resist when you looked so pretty for me?" he teased, gripping onto the sides of your thighs, nails digging in your skin, as he spread your legs further for him.

his thumb flicked against your clit, slowly stretching your cunt giving him more to savour. your sweet slick pattering their way on his lips as he continued to eat you out like you were a five course meal.

your legs wrap around his broad shoulders, instinctively pulling him closer against you. a low grumble vibrated through our body as sylus muttered sweet praises like, "you taste so good", "spread your legs wider" or "I love this..."

"a-at least tell me why you murdered that person!" you yelp, shutting your eyes closed when you felt his tongue curl inside you, pressing against your weak spots. but sylus didnt answer, in fact, he just continued his movements and chuckled.

"I'll answer everything you want once I finish with you, yeah?"

a/n: sorry if this is a little choppy, tried writing oral so ntm on me yeah?

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– how sylus 'sweet' talks during sex ༯ 

"hah.. tha- tha's it, sweetie..." he moaned, grabbing onto your hips and continued to tear your sweet hole, ramming himself further inside you, letting your insides hug his hard, aching cock.

"c'monn you can give more than that." a teasing whisper left his lips as those ruby eyes gleamed at you, red teary lids glistening at your pretty face as he held back every drop of sanity he had remaining.

you raise your hips, letting him sink himself easier, pleasure blinding through his face as he stared at your squirming figure beneath him.

your hands immediately wrap around his large arms, nails dug deep in his skin, clawing at him like you were a koala holding onto a tree for dear life. a broken moan left his lips and he winced at your touch, driving himself deeper in you.

"that's good.. you're doing s-so good for me, yeah?"

your glossed lips part at the sound of his sultry voice, echoing through the hollow room. you bring your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and placed your lips on his.

never wanting this moment to end.

– extra: he would definitely say these in the most sweet, gentle voice ever. no degrading in this house, he is very very reassuring.

"are you doing okay?"

"don't try to kill me, sweetie."

"keep going, you could do it."

"hold on if you need to."

"good, yess, good job."

"you can handle this, hm?"

"one more time, yeah?"

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sylus is sitting alone in his living room, relaxed on his favorite black leather sofa. he’s absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, just taking a break. and you; you’re getting all dressed up for a girl’s night out, adding some finishing touches to your hair and makeup. once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you head out of your room to bid sylus adieu. your heels clack sharply on the marble living room floor as you approach him silently from behind.

“kitten,” he calls out. “is that you?”

“mmmhmm,” you hum, reaching over the back of the furniture to rest your arms on his broad shoulders. “i’m going out for a bit m’kay?” you lean over to gently press a kiss on the nape his neck.

“let me see how pretty you look before you go,” sylus grins sheepishly, reaching out for your palm so that he can guide you. still holding his hand, you step around the arm of the sofa, positioning yourself so that he can observe you fully. you do a cute little twirl in front of him so that he can see the back, too. taking in the view of your gorgeous body and your chosen outfit for the night, his jaw tightens—just a bit. he pulls at the hem of your dress, looking up at you with those dark eyes of his.

“sweetie, this is quite… revealing, isn’t it?” his voice trails off, and he lets his eyes wander over the top of your dress, which pushes your breasts up, making them appear fuller than usual. he’s baffled at the lack of fabric, but manages to maintain a steely expression.

“yeah, i wanted to try something new. i quite like it,” you perk up, oblivious to his discontent.

“dearest, if you go out wearing this tiny thing you’ll only end up flashing someone,” he lifts your wrist, nibbling at it.

“sylus!” you blush. “all of my friends dress like this when we go out. it’s in style, but I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that,” you sneer.

“oh really…?” he ignores your jab. “do you find it stylish to go out half naked?”

before you can let out a sarcastic reply, sylus raises from his seat, towering over you as you look up at him through mascara-coated lashes. he reaches for your hand again, kissing it gingerly.

“stay, won’t you? don’t make me beg.” he whispers ever so quietly, soft lips brushing up against your ear. “i don’t want other men to see this much of what’s mine,” he purrs, wrapping his hand around your neck almost subconsciously—like it belongs there.

“b—but, I promised my friends—“ you stammer, embarrassed at how quickly sylus manages to fluster you at times like this.

“just think about how much fun the two of us could get up to,” he smiles at you, mischievous as ever.

and that’s all it takes—it’s not like you needed much persuading, anyways. sylus drops to his knees, bunching up the skirt of your dress over your hips so that he can press hungry kisses against your belly. he kisses all the way down to your inner thigh, teasing you exactly how you like it, exactly how he’s memorized it. “sylus…” you whine as the corners of your lip turn down.

“pull my hair if it’s too much,” sylus grins up at you, pleased at himself for getting you exactly where he wants.

“and go ahead and tell your friends you won’t be able to make it tonight.”

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sylus is sitting alone in his living room, relaxed on his favorite black leather sofa. he’s absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, just taking a break. and you; you’re getting all dressed up for a girl’s night out, adding some finishing touches to your hair and makeup. once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you head out of your room to bid sylus adieu. your heels clack sharply on the marble living room floor as you approach him silently from behind.

“kitten,” he calls out. “is that you?”

“mmmhmm,” you hum, reaching over the back of the furniture to rest your arms on his broad shoulders. “i’m going out for a bit m’kay?” you lean over to gently press a kiss on the nape his neck.

“let me see how pretty you look before you go,” sylus grins sheepishly, reaching out for your palm so that he can guide you. still holding his hand, you step around the arm of the sofa, positioning yourself so that he can observe you fully. you do a cute little twirl in front of him so that he can see the back, too. taking in the view of your gorgeous body and your chosen outfit for the night, his jaw tightens—just a bit. he pulls at the hem of your dress, looking up at you with those dark eyes of his.

“sweetie, this is quite… revealing, isn’t it?” his voice trails off, and he lets his eyes wander over the top of your dress, which pushes your breasts up, making them appear fuller than usual. he’s baffled at the lack of fabric, but manages to maintain a steely expression.

“yeah, i wanted to try something new. i quite like it,” you perk up, oblivious to his discontent.

“dearest, if you go out wearing this tiny thing you’ll only end up flashing someone,” he lifts your wrist, nibbling at it.

“sylus!” you blush. “all of my friends dress like this when we go out. it’s in style, but I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that,” you sneer.

“oh really…?” he ignores your jab. “do you find it stylish to go out half naked?”

before you can let out a sarcastic reply, sylus raises from his seat, towering over you as you look up at him through mascara-coated lashes. he reaches for your hand again, kissing it gingerly.

“stay, won’t you? don’t make me beg.” he whispers ever so quietly, soft lips brushing up against your ear. “i don’t want other men to see this much of what’s mine,” he purrs, wrapping his hand around your neck almost subconsciously—like it belongs there.

“b—but, I promised my friends—“ you stammer, embarrassed at how quickly sylus manages to fluster you at times like this.

“just think about how much fun the two of us could get up to,” he smiles at you, mischievous as ever.

and that’s all it takes—it’s not like you needed much persuading, anyways. sylus drops to his knees, bunching up the skirt of your dress over your hips so that he can press hungry kisses against your belly. he kisses all the way down to your inner thigh, teasing you exactly how you like it, exactly how he’s memorized it. “sylus…” you whine as the corners of your lip turn down.

“pull my hair if it’s too much,” sylus grins up at you, pleased at himself for getting you exactly where he wants.

“and go ahead and tell your friends you won’t be able to make it tonight.”

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Sylus eats.

Like I’m talking he goes to town. The first time you eat a meal with him that’s more hands on, way better eaten with your fingers than your utensils, you kinda just… grow a bit awestruck. Because for some reason, watching Sylus chow down on a fucking greasy burger renders you speechless.

For one, you never imagined him to be someone who’d like such messy, greasy foods. Now? Your jaw is a bit slack, your pupils dilated as you watch him man handle that damn piece of food and go to fucking town.

He notices, of course, and his eyebrow is arching as a peculiar look crosses his face. Then? He’s swallowing, laughing a bit as he places the food back on the plate and wipes his mouth before licking his fingers clean.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, kitten.”

I had the most bizarre thought while half asleep last night and woke up still thinking about it so naturally I had to share it.