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we're not kids anymore.
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taylor price
art blog(derogatory)
styofa doing anything

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Happy New Year from Sarada, Sakura, and Sasuke Uchiha. 🥗🌸🍅
Routine Check-Up
A pre-relationship ZayneMC one shot that originated from this twitter interaction
warnings: pre-relationship; no smut, just unspoken feelings and slow-burn-esque tension; but obviously per the above screenshot, some vague discussion about sex; Zayne and MC are both mentioned to be virgins in this fic, idc if that does or doesn't fit your hc's; second person POV; only allusions to reader's gender are via "Miss Hunter" used one time and "sister" used one time; I think that's it, let me know if I should add something else
word count: 3.8k (oops)
a/n: it's not even 24 hours after I tweeted that reply and I gained like 100+ new followers on Twitter and have like 40-50 replies to go through requesting tags on this, which is a crazy response. I SINCERELY HOPE that you guys enjoy this and that I did not just build anticipation for people only to disappoint lol. Either way, happy to hear thoughts, even if they are critical! Feedback helps me improve, so I'm always open to suggestions 🩵
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"The doctor is ready for you," the receptionist calls to you over the lobby desk, making your heart lurch with excitement. You run your hands through your hair for the 18th time and take a steadying breath, swallowing the urge to launch out of your chair and skip down the hall, as over-eager as you always are ahead of seeing your childhood-friend-turned-primary-care-physician.
Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)
(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.
✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)
Can’t get over how funny Clayton is in Kingdom Hearts He’s not affiliated with the other Disney villains, doesn’t even know about them, he’s just a poacher And he’s such a shitty guy that he singlehandedly lures the Heartless to the Deep Jungle world Then he loses himself/his heart to darkness/the Heartless or whatever but he doesn’t turn into a cool monster or get dark powers or anything, no, he just gets a large lizard to ride on However! He doesn’t stay on the lizard for very long! So you and your party have to beat the shit out of a normal human man with no special powers who is trying to shoot you with a normal gun Then the lizard falls on top of him and he dies And because of Tarzan’s thing with copyright, nothing Tarzan-related ever comes back or gets mentioned ever again after kh1 Every other villain that gets killed in kh1 comes back but no Clayton’s just dead for real Then the other Disney villains have a meeting where they make fun of Clayton for being cringe and fail
Credit: @/Meggadoodle85 on Twitter
Credits artist @wengwengchim
move in with me
with: zayne, caleb, sylus
content: fluff, a tiny bit suggestive
a/n: thank you so much for all your nice comments and the hilarious tags.
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Did you know 2.22 is cat day in Japan?
Anyway have the boys with their MCs
✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb
Dad!Sylus scents the baby every morning. Sometimes it’s as simple as just rubbing a hand against their cheek. Other times, especially when he knows he’ll be gone all day, he likes to sit and hold them for a few minutes.
Dad!Sylus often finds himself curling around the baby. He likes to put them on a big pillow and just keep them curled against him.
Dad!Sylus doesn’t understand the baby’s obsession with his evol but he still dangles it over them like a mobile and let them reach for it. He won’t let them touch it but their fascination is cute. He wonders what their evol will be like.
Dad!Sylus HATES hearing the baby cry. Something about the sound of the baby crying immediately sets his instincts off and he has to destroy whatever is causing their distress.
Dad!Sylus doesn’t let Luke and Kieran watch the baby anymore. He came home once to find them trying to skateboard while holding the baby and filming a video and nearly killed them both.
Dad!Sylus enjoys playing pretend. You have many videos of him getting offended when his card gets declined at the pretend grocery store. Or the pretend bank. Or the salon. Or a restaurant.
Dad!Sylus buys too many things for the baby. You quickly notice that he tried to compensate for his lack of parental presence and knowledge by giving the baby gifts. You quickly show him that being there for them is all that they need. The three of you start spending a couple of hours a day just sitting together and enjoying tummy time. It’s a work in progress to keep him from falling back into bad habits but it’s worth it.
✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb
Dad!Sylus scents the baby every morning. Sometimes it’s as simple as just rubbing a hand against their cheek. Other times, especially when he knows he’ll be gone all day, he likes to sit and hold them for a few minutes.
Dad!Sylus often finds himself curling around the baby. He likes to put them on a big pillow and just keep them curled against him.
Dad!Sylus doesn’t understand the baby’s obsession with his evol but he still dangles it over them like a mobile and let them reach for it. He won’t let them touch it but their fascination is cute. He wonders what their evol will be like.
Dad!Sylus HATES hearing the baby cry. Something about the sound of the baby crying immediately sets his instincts off and he has to destroy whatever is causing their distress.
Dad!Sylus doesn’t let Luke and Kieran watch the baby anymore. He came home once to find them trying to skateboard while holding the baby and filming a video and nearly killed them both.
Dad!Sylus enjoys playing pretend. You have many videos of him getting offended when his card gets declined at the pretend grocery store. Or the pretend bank. Or the salon. Or a restaurant.
Dad!Sylus buys too many things for the baby. You quickly notice that he tried to compensate for his lack of parental presence and knowledge by giving the baby gifts. You quickly show him that being there for them is all that they need. The three of you start spending a couple of hours a day just sitting together and enjoying tummy time. It’s a work in progress to keep him from falling back into bad habits but it’s worth it.
You hate Christmas.
You’d probably get crucified if you ever said it out loud.
But it only reminds you of how your family can’t spend more than a few hours without going at each other’s throats, sharp jabs flying under the guise of strained laughter and reminiscing for old times' sake. You always seem to have gained weight, and your job always seem to fall short compared to your more "successful" cousins.
So you slip out of the noisy bustle of your childhood home. They probably won’t even notice you’re gone. And if they do—they might just feel relieved that you’ve taken the holiday blues with you.
Now you’re here, standing on a cliffside highway overlooking the city. The lights below are warm and inviting. Staring at them only makes you feel like an outsider looking in.
“What’s a kitten doing all the way out here?”
Your lips twitch at the familiar voice, the low, rich timbre of it instantly loosening the knot in your chest.
You don’t turn around or answer—or else you might cry. Instead, you keep your eyes fixed on the horizon, holding your breath as he steps into the space beside you.
“Wanna head back to the base with me? I heard Luke and Kieran are having a contest to see who can down the most mugs of hot chocolate.”
A hoarse chuckle escapes you, the sound foreign in the heavy quiet. You can almost feel the satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
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If there’s one thing about you that Sylus dislikes—a rare feat, considering how much he thinks the world of you—it’s this.
You’re hiding again.
He exhales a measured sigh, gaze fixed on the video feed projected from Mephisto’s surveillance. The camera, angled from a high vantage point outside your apartment window, captures you on your bed, cocooned in a tangle of blankets like some human burrito. The room’s overhead lights are off, the only glow coming from the crow-themed night light he’d bought for you some time ago.
At first glance, it might seem like you’re simply indulging in some well-earned rest—a deserved reprieve from the relentless grind of a hunter’s life. But Sylus knows better. You’ve been like this for days. Occasionally, you surface from your blanket fortress to grab tissues, sneezing or coughing before carelessly tossing the used ones onto the growing pile by your nightstand. Other times, you stumble out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom in a haze, likely to empty a stomach you’ve barely managed to feed.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. What a prideful, stubborn kitten.
Without a word, he grabs his motorcycle keys, slinging on his jacket with practiced ease before heading out the door.
Time to stop by at the supermarket.
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NSFW
A day in the life of Sylus usually consists of business deals, reviewing documents for estate acquisitions, attending exclusive gatherings, and—most importantly—burying his head in your tits.
“Sy,” you plead, voice hoarse from sleep, hands pushing against the sharp lines of his jaw. “I have to get ready for work.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips continue their path of bruising kisses along your chest, strong arms looped behind your back, holding you firmly in place by your shoulders.
“Sy—c’mon—please,” you pant, heat pooling low in your belly as dewy warmth gathers between your thighs.
His eyes flick up to meet yours. Without breaking eye contact, his tongue darts out, brushing rebelliously against a sensitive bud. The flat of it presses teasingly before he sucks, slow and deliberate.
You keen, back arching off his midnight satin sheets as your eyes squeeze shut. Your reaction draws a throaty groan from him, and he presses his hips into you, the hard line of his morning wood rolling against your damp folds.
“Sylus—hah—listen—“
“Do you really have to go?” he murmurs amidst his loving, circling the hot press of his tongue around your swollen nub.
You want to shut down his advances while you’re still coherent, while rationality hasn’t completely abandoned you. But then he takes your hand in his, guiding it down, down over the expanse of your flushed skin, until your palm rests against the weighty outline of him.
“You did this to me,” he rasps. “Now be a darling and finish the job, why don’t you?”
other works
Thirty minutes into the auction, and he’s already tapping a vexed finger against the velvet armrest.
A vibration in the pocket of his dress slacks draws an irritated sigh. Without so much as glancing at the screen, he raises the phone to his ear. “Speak.”
“Sy?”
He pauses, a brow arching slightly at the familiar voice. “Miss Hunter,” he says, pleased, teasing. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You don’t respond. He leans forward slightly, brows knitting together.
“Sweetheart?” he tries again.
“Can you pick me up?”
There’s no edge to your voice, no trace of the mischief that usually kicks off your calls. With him, you’re never the polished hunter they all know—always a little brash, a little demanding. But now, your words come quiet, empty.
He doesn’t miss a beat.
Rising to his feet, he shrugs on his coat. The wide-eyed stares of the auction organizers go unnoticed as he strides toward the exit, each step steady and deliberate.
“I’m on my way.”
other works
morning bliss
You have nice early morning sex with Sylus.
tags: sylus x reader, NSFW, MDNI, unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, somnophilia
With years of training and experience as a hunter under your belt, waking up in the dark hours of the morning comes naturally to you. Unlike most people, you're used to springing out of bed with zeal the moment your eyes flutter open.
But this morning is different.
anything for you, darling
If only you knew the atrocities he would commit, all in the name of his devotion to you.
tags: sylus x reader, hurt/comfort
You’re lying on your side, head nestled on his lap. Above you, you faintly hear him humming—a low, gravelly tune, his steady hand gently carding through your hair. The melody is slightly discordant, but the rich timbre of his voice makes you close your eyes, leaning subconsciously into his touch.
The party downstairs is in full swing, but you don’t feel like joining in on the fun. Odd, considering how much you’d looked forward to this event—a celebration of his recent acquisition of a coveted arms manufacturing company.
But when you went to the vanity he’d built for you for a final once-over, your excitement faltered. The dress, while breathtaking and clearly crafted with care and intention, doesn’t accentuate the places you’d hoped it would. It must be your body, you think. It just doesn’t do the dress justice.
And so, you retreated to hide away in his room.