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squishy mephisto

one of sylus' biggest stressors would be the rivalry between you and his mechanical-winged crow.

yes — you and mephisto.

he was done, so done with it, that he sat you both down and gave you both a stern warning or a plea — however you look at it.

and you realized how silly it was, probably you looked stupid as you argued — with a bird — a fucking bird with bionic wings, almost on a daily basis when you're staying at your boyfriend's place.

so you decided to be the better person, or better one — or better whatever between you and the stupid bird.

you thought the best way to make it your ally is to bribe it with treats.

it started small, just a small treat, every time it would greet you nicely, or treat you without hostility, or when it caws at you with no traces of mockery.

then it became frequent.

and slowly, it became affectionate towards you.

sylus noticed the change, didnt mind the treats, didnt see anything wrong with it, as long as there is peace in his house — none of his crow's mocking caw-caw-caw or your annoyed shrieks at it, he is fine with it.

until one day, sylus noticed that mephisto had trouble with its wings. he thought that his mechanical wings are due for a maintenance session.

but then as he picked it up, he felt its rounded belly and noticed how its once slender neck seemed shorter, or rather wider.

he tried to understand how it happened and realized exactly when you stepped inside his room.

"sweetie," he called you, trying to even his tone, even if he knew exactly what the answer was to his question, "how often do you give mephisto treats?"

you plopped yourself on his big, plush bed, browsing on your phone without looking at him. you paused for a while, thinking of the frequency and answered, "im not sure, sy. hmmmm... every time it behaves well towards me," in your most nonchalant tone, not realizing that your boyfriend is trying to solve the reason his bird can't seem to fly normally.

sylus pinched the bridge of his temple as he mumbled an exasperated, "of course you would," under his breath and stared at the fat bird on his hand, noticed how heavy it is, as it looked at him in curiosity, then at you with a glint of hope that you'd give it more treats.

"you greedy bird," sylus softly scolded mephisto, then turned to you, "and how is mephisto treating you recently, sweetie?"

you paused again and stared at your phone blankly, assessing your current relationship with his sassy crow, "i think he is treating me better now, sy. the treats are working."

then sylus moved towards you, stood on the side of the bed, holding mephisto with its rounded belly flat and almost spilling on his large palm.

you saw sylus' exasperated and unamused look, brow raised at you, while he extended the hand that sits a fat, overfed crow, looking at you with its eyes twinkling as if begging for you to give it more treats.

as soon as you saw mephisto, you beamed immediately at it, and pulled a couple of treats from your pocket.

"aw sy! look at it giving me twinkly eyes!" you cooed and was about to feed it with more treats, but sylus retracted his hand, making you confused and mephisto caw sadly.

"what are you doing sylus? i have to give it a treat for being so cute towards me!" you whined and mephisto caw-ed in agreement, both of you staring at sylus, who is contemplating if it was better when you were both arguing with each other.

"sweetie, mephisto can't fly," he said in a deadpan voice.

"what? of course it can. its a bird," you replied.

then he placed mephisto in your small hands and you realized exactly what sylus meant as you felt its squishy, rounded belly.

"you made it fat," sylus saidd, making mephisto glare at him in embarrassment.

"oh," was all you could say as you observed how its wings seemed to be smaller now, your palms can feel how soft and squishy its belly is.

"im... sorry?" you sheepishly said, cradling mephisto to your chest, "i'll do some research on bird workout routines, i guess?"

"both of you are troublesome," he exhaled, staring at his now-oversized bird and you, already decided that he'd have to do some adjustments to its wings so that it can support its weight.

"at least we're now allies, right mephisto?" you said in consolation, hoping it would help, but it didn't. not really.

mephisto caw-ed in agreement.

sylus sighed in defeat.

saw a picture of fat, squishy mephisto. tried to find it but its lost in deepspace huhu. so i drabbled instead to commemorate it, hopefully i'd come across it again cause its cute and fluffy .

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Note: This quite literally came to me in a dream. Like…I WAS THERE. I HAD TO WRITE IT. Genuinely, I am in love with this. No need for me to yap. I hope you enjoy. Love you, beauties!

Warning: Smut, Sylus talks about killing while he’s in you, he pours syrup on them 🍒 and licks it off, he has battle scars, very brief mention of him wanting to claim you in blood (IT’S NOT CRAZY WHEN YOU READ IT, PROMISE!!!), slight breeding kink

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: The Empire’s beloved gladiator has had another day of monumental success and wants you as his victory night cap.

Gladiator!Sylus/Reader

When your name is spoken, your skin prickles with goosebumps from anticipation. After every arena held, this is what you always looked forward to.

“He has called for you.”

You look up from the book you’ve been reading, briefly scanning the dining hall that you were sitting in with several other women and feeling their gaze bore into you. Once you give your attention back to the guard who was usually the one to bring you to your champion, you nod and stand.

“Again?” one scoffs, seemingly believing she’s doing so silently enough for you not to hear.

“Out of all the women in the Empire, of all the women here,” another whispers. “He continues to choose—“

“Mind your tongue, new blood,” her maybe friend interrupts. “Have you gone mad? Should she tell him of your venomous and foolish words, you will suffer the consequences. He’s proven so before.”

The golden jewelry decorating your body clinks and jingles with each movement as you slide on your simple sandals to protect your feet from the dirt and stone floor. All eyes are on you when you make your way out the door, silently following behind the large man who was no feat compared to the one whose bed you’d warm tonight.

Everyone within and out of your grandiose town treated you with respect, even the ones who harbored jealousy for you or for the man your soul belonged to. They had no choice if they valued their life and if they didn’t know better, they were always soon made aware.

So in your short journey to the extravagant halls in which your warrior rested after his wins, each individual along your path nodded their heads or turned away out of respect. None were to even speak to you if it wasn’t by his order.

Your Sylus.

The gladiator who’s never lost a fight. One who is so victorious that he’s not just a staple in your town and several others, but in the entire Empire.

A man whom has never been conquered. At least, not physically.

No, the only thing of his that has been claimed and owned by another was his heart. And it was yours.

“Good night, miss.” The guard offered his farewell once you were right outside the giant wooden doors that led to your beloved beast.

After he has fully departed, you softly knock twice to alert Sylus of your arrival.

“Come in, kitten.” He’s memorized everything that is you. How you talk, smell, walk, knock, breathe—it’s all information and knowledge he has safely tucked in his mind. Even if he hadn’t called for you, he would’ve known those gentle raps against his door to be his lover.

Once you enter, the large warm candlelit room was perfectly illuminated to grant you the glorious sight of a nearly nude Sylus, a thin ivory sheet laying across his hips being the only thing separating your eyes from his thick cock that makes an impressive tent beneath.

“Beautiful,” he grins as he takes you in, one strong muscled arm flexing while he rests a hand behind his neck. The white-silver hair atop his head matches the patch beneath his armpit and the trail that sneaks below his bellybutton and beneath the duvet. His hard and large body is adorned with dozens of scars with stories to tell—most old, a few new.

“Congratulations on your success today, my love,”you note after shutting the door, bowing in the way you’ve seen so many do to him before. “I watched it all.”

“I know you did.” He holds a hand out to you. “And I’ve told you, no need for the formalities. Come. I’ve missed my woman.”

“Have you now?” you tease, kicking off your shoes. “It’s only been a few days.”

“A second without you is a poor existence. Tell me, have you not ached for me to the same degree, sweetie?”

“Perhaps once I’m sitting on your cock, you can let me know if you can feel how badly I’ve craved you.”

His dick throbs at your words, his body shifting as if it would relieve any of the pressure. Beginning to walk barefoot toward him, he puts up a hand to halt you, grinning at the way you meet his gaze head on.

“Get undressed for me. Show me my prize.”

You lick your lips, staring into his mesmerizing rubies as you tug the thin material of your dress down your shoulders. Quickly does it pool at your feel, leaving you in nothing but all your bangles and necklaces that he has gifted you.

He likes when you wear the things he buys you, so you don’t work to remove any of the expensive gold.

Once you’re at the side of his bed, he quickly pulls you in by the waist with strength seemingly inhumane, placing you on top of him. The only thing keeping him from slipping inside of you right now is the dreaded blanket, but you can feel his dick trying to nestle between your pussy lips, making you shiver.

He kisses all over your tits, sucking and nipping at your flesh to mark you in ways only he can. Your hand tangles in his hair as the soft crackle of the fireplace behind you sets the romantic atmosphere.

“I see they’ve fed you well,” you smile, looking at the assortment of fruits, cheese, sweets, and syrups he has on his bedside.

“This was intended to be my dessert after the feast they granted me.” He takes your nipple into his mouth, pulling a sexy moan from you. “But I had a different one in mind. A better one. My only one.”

Your hips try to rock in an effort to feel him more, but he holds you still by your waist. “Don’t rush this, kitten. Let me take my time with you. I like to savor my rewards.”

“Some rewards need to be claimed faster than others.”

“Indeed they do,” he grins into your neck as he peppers kisses down the kiss of your throat. “But greed…it’s a slippery slope. Grab the syrup, since you’re so eager.”

You’re not confused at all by his intentions. In fact, the mere thought of what he’s getting ready to do makes you clench around nothing.

Once you grab the small dish of berry syrup, he takes two generous handfuls of your ass, tilting his head lightly. “Pour some on yourself.”

“You’ll clean me?” you grin, using your other hand to take hold of his throat gently. He looks up at you with need, groaning when you lick his lips.

“Do what I say and we’ll find out, won’t we?”

You two stare into one another’s eyes as you tilt the bowl to let the sweetness stick to your tits. Immediately, Sylus’s hot tongue laps it up. The wet muscle licks down the valley of your breast before he alternates between two of his favorite things to give each of them the attention they deserve.

Your cunt throbs and your whines grow louder the harder he sucks.

“Yes…F—fuck, your mouth…” you cry, pouring more of the delicacy when he runs out. You go until the thing is empty and he’s running on lust and a sugar rush.

The soft pops his mouth sounds when he makes contact with your hot body is enough to have you completely soaked. He can feel your juices wetting the sheet, letting his cock know as it soaks it up, how badly you need him.

“Be good,” he mumbles breathlessly, unable to stop lathering you in kisses. “And let me in.”

Eagerly, you reach behind you to pull the fabric away, hissing when it grazes your clit. His cock sits between you once revealed, waiting for you to put him where he’d get on his knees and beg you to be. Sitting on your knees, Sylus kisses your lips tenderly as you start to sit down on his length, needing nothing but your bodies to guide him to your tight hole.

“Sylus…” you call his name once you’re filled with him. It’s a relic on your tongue, enchanting him how the two syllable spill out of you. You don’t wait for long, letting his strong hands explore your plush body as he guides you up and down his cock.

“I’ve killed men for you,” he declares, your breasts pressing against his hard chest only surging him on. You hold him closely, like he could snake out of your hold at any given moment.

“I’ve felt their blood mark my skin after I cut them down for the taunting words they’d spew in the arena.”

It was rare for anyone to not know that you and Sylus owned each other. It was even more rare for anyone to not know that should they utter your name with anything negative to follow it, Sylus would make them an example. His attentiveness to that has made it so he hasn’t had to make many.

The sound of slapping skin echos in the room, announcing the beauty of your lovemaking. “Their lives were already mine the moment they decided to go against me, but their fates were eternally sealed when your precious name was used in vain of their idiotic words. And you know what?”

“W—what?” You’re nearly drooling as his length moves within you, your wetness and his precum making a delicious mess along your gummy walls.

“I imagined me claiming you in their blood. Letting everyone watch as I show them how mad I can be for you. Would you let me, kitten?”

“Without hesitation…” you answer immediately, clenching tightly around him when you feel his dick pulse like it’s proud of you. Each dribble of his impending load leaking into your womb makes your mind grow infinitely more foggy with bliss.

“You like when I kill for you. I can feel how much harder you squeeze me.” He smirks cockily, but he’s right. He’s so fucking right and you don’t even care.

“I’m going to put my baby in your womb and the ring you deserve on your delicate finger.” His words hold so much promise.

“Please,” you beg. “Give it to m—me…Fuck, Sy…” Your thighs and legs burn, but you won’t stop. You refuse to—not when both of you are so close.

“My cum will take root,” he kisses down your shoulder. “And when you’re barefoot and pregnant with my seed, I’ll kill a thousand more in honor of the both of you.”

You slam your lips onto him, your tongue and his battling for control as you taste him. Naturally he wins, but you like to let him. You like being owned, protected, and loved by him. No matter how much you could hold your own, he has come into your life to show you that he can and will wield all of it so that you don’t have to.

His hands caress your back and you two fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, coming together at the same time. Your moans and mewls are pouring into his mouth just as his cum does inside of your pussy. He holds you down and close, doing everything in his power to make sure not a drop is wasted.

Your needy sounds curate the perfect symphony alongside his manly grunts and shuddering breath.

With the little bit of energy you have left, you grind against him to overstimulate your aching clit. When you can’t take anymore, you rest your chin on him and trace the scars along his arms in comfortable silence. You kiss each one your puffy mouth can reach, cleansing him with your affection.

“I’ll clean you before I have you again.” You giggle at how he says it so matter-of-factly.

“Good.” You pull back, sighing in contentment as he fondly kisses on your breasts once more. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mhm,” he continues to indulge. “You aren’t.”

A/N: Guys. What are we thinking? Me? Like I said—I LOVE THIS SO FREAKING MUCH!!! Like lowkey Camboy!Caleb level love. I started writing this last night before I fell asleep, and when I woke up this morning, it was like the little story never stopped. My fingers were just flyinggg (pause). LOLLLL!!

Creds to @/strangergraphics for the dividers!

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11 months — first father's day

[Sylus + Daughter ★ 1377 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus' first Father's Day. Tag list: Under cut 【 request to be added 】

A/N: I'm over a week late, but life happens and all that jazz.

There was a warm breeze that passed through Linkon City, and within the city park, Sylus found himself drifting in and out of sleep on a picnic blanket on this lazy Sunday morning. Suddenly, he let out an overexaggerated grunt when he felt small little palms slapping against stomach repeatedly, joined by excited babblings.

He cracked one eye open, smirking at the sight of the eleven-month-old girl in her red-and-white pomegranate-printed summer dress giggling before she plopped down on the ground, instantly sucking her thumb.

“Trying to look innocent now, are you, my little birdie?” Sylus questioned with a smirk as he sat half-way up, with his forearms still grounded to hold his weight.

His daughter pulled her thumb out of her mouth and giggled at her father before clapping her hands together.

“It’s no use acting so cute,” Sylus teased, “I have my eyes on you. Don’t think this little façade of yours will work on me, my little birdie.”

Immediately, his daughter babbled again confused before she turned around and started crawling toward you. You instantly scooped the baby girl into your arms and nuzzled your cheek against hers. “Oh, dear, did the big bad guy over there scared you, baby?”

The girl squirmed in your hold before you set her down. You smiled as she attempted to stand up on her own. She took clumsy little steps back toward Sylus. Immediately he sat up, smiling, as his arms were outstretched.

“That’s it, good job, baby,” Sylus praised, “You’re doing so well today.”

His smile widened when he noticed you had whipped out your phone, holding it sideway as you recorded the scene before you. His eyes drifted back to his little girl, chuckling when she stumbled and fell on her bottom. Before she could cry, he encouraged her once more, “It’s alright. You’re fine. Try again, baby.”

As if she understood her father, the little girl pushed herself upright again, and stumbled her way back to her father before she collapsed into his waiting arms, giggling when he lifted her high into the air. She kicked her feet excitedly before Sylus lowered her back down, holding her close in his embrace. He kissed the top of her head, murmuring sweetly, “You did so well, my little birdie.” He lowered his voice so only you and your daughter could hear him speak, “Why, soon you will be running rampage around the base.”

You ended the recording, laughing. “I don’t think we will be able to babyproof the whole place for her,” you teased.

Sylus lifted his daughter back into the air, smiling when she giggled again and started patting his face excitedly with both small hands of hers. He blew a kiss into her stomach, chuckling alongside his daughter’s excited giggles and your laughter. “She has free reign of the base,” he said, setting his daughter back down into his lap, with her facing you. “It will be hers someday anyway.”

You sighed at him exasperatedly. “Aren’t you thinking too far ahead?”

He shrugged. “So what?”

Before either of you could continue your conversation, your daughter babbled loudly and reached for the array of picnic food you had prepared. You smiled, and picked up a plastic container full of cutup strawberries. You fed one to her, saying gently, “Chew thoroughly, baby.”

“How about me?” Sylus teased you, opening his mouth wide, waiting.

You pretended to roll your eyes at him before you fed him a cutup strawberry. “Chew thoroughly, Sylus,” you teased him back.

“Mm, it’s sweet,” he responded, and before you could react, he had already guided you closer to him, his lips pressed to yours in a tender kiss. It didn’t last for long, but it was still enough for you to freeze up until you both heard the baby girl between you both crying out:

“Ah, ah!”

Sylus chuckled while you laughed awkwardly and reached for another piece of strawberry. “Alright, Little Miss, here’s another strawberry for you.”

“Bossy little birdie,” Sylus quipped with pride, his smile unwavering as he watched his daughter happily eat her piece of fruit. He chuckled when she yelled out again for more strawberries. “She has the makings of a great leader.”

“You are incorrigible.”

Your daughter leaned in closer eagerly for her next bite, but suddenly her eyes widened in shock when she was lifted into the air, her vision of you—and her precious strawberries—gone, replaced by her father’s smirk. She cried out confused before giggling when her father blew another kiss into her stomach.

“Do you hear that, baby? Mommy thinks Daddy is incorrigible,” Sylus said with feigned hurt, clearly trying to provoke you, but instead of falling for his ploy, you matched his wits.

“Using our daughter to have your ways?” you questioned him with mock astonishment. “For shame. I thought you were above such underhanded moves, Sylus.”

He huffed in amusement at your attempts to mess with him, his crimson eyes brightening the more he noticed you trying to hide your smiles. “Sweetie,” his voice lowered, and discreetly, he motioned with his fingers, manipulating his Evol to pull you closer to him, until you were settled in his lap with your daughter in yours. You shivered as his breath brushed against your ear, too stunned to register what had just happened. “I can be even more underhanded than this.”

“N-not in front of our daughter,” you scolded him with rosy cheeks.

“Very well,” he conceded lightheartedly, but his hand on your hip pulled you closer until your head rested against his chest. He leaned down, kissing the top of your head, his playful tone now gone. In its place, there was a familiar sincerity, warm and trusting, as he kept his words soft for only you and your daughter to hear: “Thank you.”

“For what?” You peered up confused, meeting his amused gaze. “I didn’t do anything…”

Sylus shook his head in disagreement. He tilted your chin up, and another fleeting kiss landed on your lips. “This picnic. This life. Our daughter,” he listed each one patiently, continuing in that same gentle tone, “You have given me so much already, and I fear I am still greedy for more.”

“Ah ah!”

You both laughed and looked down at the baby girl in your lap, seeing her eyeing the container of strawberries again. She squirmed in your hold, hand reaching out for the elusive fruit. She cried out in frustration when you held her tighter.

“Looks like you are not the only greedy one here today, Sylus,” you teased.

Sylus discreetly used his Evol to grab a small piece of strawberry, motioning it closer until it was held between his fingers. He peered down at his daughter, seeing her eyes widened with eagerness, her mouth agape, waiting.

“Do you want this strawberry, my little birdie?” He guided the strawberry to his own mouth, but stopped when his daughter cried out in frustration again.

“Ah ah!”

“This is the last sweet strawberry,” Sylus said, “What does this little birdie have to trade for such a delicious fruit?”

Your daughter babbled in confusion, looking up at you for help.

“Did this mean old dragon steal your strawberry, baby?”

Your daughter squirmed and reached out to her father for her fruit.

“Maybe a kiss will appease him?” you suggested and held the baby girl up. You guided her closer to Sylus’ cheek, and in the next instance, your husband received a wet kiss.

“Such a generous trade,” he quipped, and fed his daughter the last piece of strawberry. “I feel like that kiss has earned you a strawberry farm, my little birdie.”

“Well, her first birthday is coming up soon,” you said, humoring him.

“Indeed,” he murmured, looking at you fondly again. “It’s already been nearly a year since she’s arrived…”

You both looked down at the baby girl in your lap, seeing her watching you both with wide-eyed curiosity. You kissed the top of her head. “Do you know how loved you are, our little birdie?”

Your daughter cried out excitedly in response, clapping her hands in glee.

“Thank you for coming into the world.” Sylus leaned down, his cheek nuzzling against his daughter’s before he kissed her cheek, “Thank you for being ours.”

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despite the world

— your union is a symphony of imperfection; as it begins with your sin, so it will last with his. and your song welcomes the new life you made.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: hi hi! this may be the dawn of a humble pregnancy series pre-twin babies, as many have requested and i have also been very excited to write. hope u enjoy this one! ❀-urs

sylus x reader | fluff, some angst/comfort, some dating stages hehe, pregnancy announcement!, mom/wife!reader, dad/husband!sylus, & mephisto! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

In all your years as a hunter— protecting the city, upholding peace, being a model citizen— you’d never thought your greatest betrayal, your greatest sin against your oath, would be to fall in love with the enemy.

And marry the enemy. 

It was manageable during the early stages of dating. When “Skye” would come by the association on his big, ominous motorcycle to come pick you up. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, palms colliding with his strong shoulders to spin him around— face away from the association windows. Before he’s seen, before he’s known. 

“Can’t a man visit his partner?” he chuckled, large hands hovering over yours on his waist as you pushed him back to his vehicle. Content already just by the warmth you emitted through his clothes. “I missed your voice.” 

You strained, shoving. “Then call!”

“Then I’d have to wait for you to pick up.” He’s pouting, you can hear it through the cockiness of his tone. Knowing that fact scared you and invigorated you all at once. You pushed, pushed, pushed. 

“Sylus, they can’t see you.” You begged as you kept him from turning to face you, the association windows, your co-hunters beyond the glass. Him, the Hunters Association’s enemy number one with a kill-on-sight order, waltzing straight towards the main entrance. 

He grinned. He decided he liked seeing you all flustered because of him. “Then hide me.” 

He found a weakness in your hold, shifted his weight there, and broke past your restraints. Before you can react— reach for his face, push him back around, anything to save him— he gently slid his hands to your cheeks. He cups your jaw as if you were paper and fire, and leans down to scorch your lips in his flames. 

“I missed you.” He murmured the secret into your kiss, and would clearly not mind proclaiming it to the world should you wish. 

You softened, relenting in his embrace. Kiss him back. “Stubborn.” 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

 Or when he’d send flowers to your desk.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

The cards held little information as to why the sender decided to gift them, but as to who… 

“How much fruit does this guy sell?” Andrew wonders, poking at the hydrangeas and sunflowers in bundles on your desk. Vases, baskets, and bouquets have made your little cubicle into a giant parade float. Your corner is single-handedly making the building smell a little sweeter. 

“Not much,” you murmur, fingers dancing over the stand-out vase of daturas closest to your monitor. A shy blush pairs with your dreamy little smile. 

Sometimes he’d appear at karaoke nights with coworkers under the guise that he’d been in the right place at the right time. There, you learned that Sylus prefers physical contact as much as it is possible. He doesn’t particularly force you into it, doesn’t keep you to his side like a magnet. But rather integrates it naturally into your system. 

He isn’t shy when it comes to mingling, proudly talking about his (very fake!) fruit business, his passion for bikes, and his night fishing. But as he speaks, his arm is curled around your waist. As you flip through the songbook, his chin rests on your shoulder, asking which song you feel like singing and if he can sing along. As you start to sing, he presses his lips to your head and hums the song with you. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

But as the years progressed, the relationship grew deeper. And with the undeniable call of your souls left you gasping for each other when apart— what you have has now turned into your greatest crime of all.

And here you are, buying a pack of diapers (since apparently you can’t have just one?), a pacifier, a bonnet, and a stuffed animal to confess to your husband your most notorious crime to date—

Having children with the enemy. 

“I’m not asking here,” your nose twitches when you pout like that. Mephisto registers it into his log to improve his artificial intelligence in reading human emotions under: annoyed. But he squawks still in disapproval. 

“Please, Mephie, it’s just a little bonnet.” The white piece of yarn and lace dangles from your fingers by the ribbons. Mephisto caws and flaps his wings, a clear no. 

You grit your teeth. He files that under: desperate. “C’mon, it would be so cute—“

“What would be so cute?” 

Figures. All the luck in the world siphoned from Sylus’s fortunes and placed into you, and yet when you’re together, he cancels it out anyway, depriving you both of any.

You’re able to stuff the props back into your coat pocket just as he engulfs you into an embrace from behind. He buries his nose into your hair affectionately and melts against you. 

As per routine, he undoes his cufflinks, unlatches his watch, and rubs at his wrists in this hold. Never once leaving your warmth as if the rest of the home was submerged in the most frigid of winters. “Fighting with Mephisto again?” 

“No, just conversing.” Your hand reaches up to caress his face, cloud fingers gliding against silken skin. Distracting him from your other one that pinches the bird’s beak shut to keep it from squawking things Sylus apparently understands.

“Mm.” You feel his warm palm on your belly before he curls it around your waist. Your breathing hitsches, the props rattle in your pockets, and you begin to wonder if he— 

“You’re hungry.” He points out, feeling your stomach grumble and growl beneath his touch. “Sweetie, have you had lunch?” 

You purse your lips in reply, and to him, it’s a telltale sign that you had some kind of beverage in place of a proper meal. He sighs, planting a kiss to your cheek before unlinking himself to move into the kitchen. 

Once he disappears behind a corner, you wrestle Mephisto into the little bonnet and pacifier, begging him to hold still, to please, please comply just for a second. At one point, he gives up.

He is a perfect statue when you tie the bonnet that makes him look like a soot spot in the middle of a sunflower, and he balances the pacifier between the two pointed tips of his beak. He earns a kiss on his head before he’s sent away.

Mephisto lurks somewhere in the shadows as the gourmet instant noodles are halved and served in two ceramic bowls. Before Sylus takes his seat on the barstool beside you, you tug him close with shaky hands.

In truth, you never gave yourself the time to overthink it— took a test as soon as the suspicion arose, hid its positive conclusion, brainstormed the cutest way to tell him, and ran to the store as fast as you could. Not once thinking of anything else aside from telling him as soon as possible.

It’s natural that you’re feeling queasy. Though… It’s too soon for hormones, right?

None of the dots connect because now you’re crying, and he has the most horrified look on his face. Which is exactly the opposite of what you wanted. No, no!

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he’s looking over you like you’d just returned from a mission. Eyes wide and worried, he clasps your cold hands together to heat them, tugging down at your cheeks to check beneath your waterline. 

“Sylus, you like kids, right?” you hiccup, the words running from you before your tongue is able to catch them.

You know as a fact that he is kind beneath that hostile exterior, as warm as the hearth of a fire, and as giving as an unthanked tree, bearing fruits expecting nothing in return. 

But beyond the kindness he has extended to you, you’ve never seen him handle children other than Luke and Kieran, who barely count despite their childlike whimsy they insist is ‘charisma’ or whatev—

He blinks. Confusion and concern warring clear on his face. “What?” 

“A baby? We never—talked—about—it—“ your hand goes to your chest as you push through the sharp intakes of breath that come with the sobs. Suddenly, the world is spinning, and you’re maybe tilting sidewards. His hand catches your shoulder before you topple over.

Sylus looks like he’s watching you combust. “Beloved—“

“I’m pregnant.” you choke out, unable to map your way through the script you practiced thanks to the sudden storm wracking your chest. 

Mephisto flies out warily at the cue word, clad in his little baby get-up, and rests atop your head. He ruffles his feathers proudly despite his degrading appearance. “Caw!” 

Sylus is breathless. “What?” 

Your arms hang helplessly on your sides. Sightless and senseless. You’re floating through a space of uncertainty and discomfort, but certainly not because you don’t want this with him— but because you feel the dread of bringing a life into yours. One of dangerous missions, kill-orders, wanderers, and blood. 

And then wonder if he’d even want this life with you.

He stares at your face, the anguish and fear in your glistening eyes. He notices the loose pieces of ribbon slipping out of the pockets of your cardigan, the glitter on your sleeves, the bird in a baby bonnet on your head.

His heart races to an ungodly speed, and his silence betrays his one true thought on the matter. 

“Sylus?” There is fear in your whisper when moments pass and the only sound in the room is the gentle hum of static. “Please say something.” 

The look on his face is unreadable. He’s calculating a million equations to stop the end of the world. He’s trying to decipher illusion from reality in a fever-dreamt haze. He’s holding on to the last piece of sanity he has left as it dwindles away at the sound of your voice saying those words. 

I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. 

Your lip wobbles again. Frustration begins to build, seen in the way you tap your foot on the ground impatiently. You grit, “Sy—“

He engulfs you. Tightly, too tight. In an embrace that feels like it means more to him than just holding you. He is anchoring himself, making sure this is all real.

His one hand cradles the back of your head to his chest, his other arm wraps around your waist, firm and gentle all at once. His world is rupturing, but he welcomes it wholly, like there was no other end meant to be but this.  

You feel the wetness when he presses his face in the crook of your neck. Your heart pinches painfully. His tears trickle down to your collarbone as he silently gives you his response. 

“Yes,” he’s never sounded so raw, so honest until this moment. “Yes, I will love our children.” 

It takes moments before you both come down to earth. Tangled in each other’s arms, bathed in each other’s tears. But when you do, it is joyful and bright. 

Sylus has never smiled so widely and unabashedly in his life as he marvels at your beauty. You, who looks like you’d swallowed the sun and now emits its radiance. With your eyes of liquid starlight and your love-swollen lips. His heart, his soul, his life, his wife. 

The mother of his child. 

Never once had that realm of possibility been broached— being a father in any lifetime much less this one. The thought turns his insides into stone, his chest aches beneath the weight of a phantom spear. 

But he whispers, just as he pulls away. “You are the only one who can ever make me want this. She is from you— what else can I do?” 

Not because he dreads it, but he is helpless— built, existing only to love you. Everything you are. Everything you do. Everything of you. 

You sniffle, reaching up to hold his face, and reply, “You think she’s going to be a girl?” 

He looks at you, now— hopeful eyes shining, shaking fingers balancing the little stick that tells you your future, bashfully handing him a little dragon plush in a diaper (your failed initial announcement plan). 

He is thawed, whole, redeemed in ways he cannot begin to understand. 

He’ll do everything to deserve you, everything to deserve this family you’ve given him. He will curl his entire being around you; protect each beat from your hearts, hoard each breath drawn from your lungs. 

Despite the world, despite his fate— he will bend fortune to his will, rewrite all the stars in the sky— just to live this life. With his family. With his child.

In all his years as a monster, in this moment, he will give everything to anything for redemption. For you. That is his greatest sin of all. 

✧˚ ⋆｡ more pre-baby! (coming soon!)|| more little twins (the ones in mama's belly here) || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

thank you for reading!

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He caught me stuck in artblock 🫥

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Sleeping Naked

Summary: Imagine waking up to Sylus warmth beside you, one arm heavy on your waist as you play chase with sleep– you're the mouse– and alternate between being awake and asleep.

The beginning is loosely inspired in my struggle to wake up these past few days (one of the many signs of my imminent period) I finished this on (June 4th) which is both earlier and later than expected; later because I wanted to finish it on the same day I started writing it (June 2nd) and earlier because– drum roll please– Surprise, it's @comatosebunny09 birthday!!!! Perfect fucking timing, in my humble opinion.

Bunbun, japiverdei!! I hope you have a great day and get to enjoy it!!! I already planned on dedicating this fic to you, but it's even better that I get to make it a birthday gift. I hope you enjoy ^-^

Word count: 1,831

Tags: Sylus x afab!reader, sleeping together (at first), bit of somnophilia at the beginning (consensual), Sylus toying with your pussy, waking up to sex, lazy morning sex, cuddle fucking, p in v, creampie (wrap it before you tap it), pet names (Sweetheart, sweetie, sweet thing, baby, sweetness)

You're aware he's there with you, but you're still too tired to fully wake up.

You can't do more than blink your eyes open for a few seconds at a time before you're going back under. So you go for the next best thing: put a leg over both of his and grab his hand.

Sleep drags you away to the feeling of his lips on the back of your hand, a dopey smile on your face.

There's a ticklish feeling between your legs, right at your pubic bone. Your underwear works as a barrier from it, so you can't tell what it is. You know the touch is light, tracing, drawing shapes that you can't make sense of, moving downwards before coming back up.

You shift your legs a little, opening them more, but make no other move as sleep's unrelenting grip pulls you back under.

The touch continues, still light, but with your quiet consent it doesn't stop its descent. It traces circles over your labia and your entrance before going back up and circling around your clit without applying any pressure, and then back down it goes.

The movement is lazy, unhurried and slow, stimulant enough to bring attention but not enough to bother you– it's not intense enough to wake you and keep you with him.

It's oddly comforting, and it doesn't help with your fight to stay up instead of falling back asleep.

Are you even asleep? You can't tell anymore, your dreams have always been vivid.

Fingers dip closer to your entrance, trace around it without going in, collecting the wetness on it. Then they go back up to trace gentle, barely there circles on your clit. Your hips twitch towards it, the pressure isn't gratifying enough.

The mischievous chuckle beside you is deep and rich; it melts you further in place. You hum softly and cuddle closer to the warmth beside you, still sleepy, still barely there, still unable to tell between dream and reality.

You feel lips against your temple before fabric is pulled aside and a finger breaches your entrance. It pulls a soft little sigh from you, and he can't help but think you're adorable. How receptive to him you are, even while asleep. His chest swells up with pride, with love, because you trust him this much to be completely relaxed and unworried.

“So perfect for me, baby.” He whispers to himself and starts fucking you with it, slowly, like he's got all the time in the world. And when the slide becomes easier, he adds another one. That addition pulls a sleepy gasp from you, a subtle hitch in breath he wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't paying attention. The hum and clench around his fingers that follow makes his cock throb against your thigh, but he ignores it in favor of seeing how much farther he can push it before you wake up.

One of your hands shoots up, jerky and stuttery in its movements as it sneaks under his clothes, before fingers wrap loosely around his cock. You give one faint squeeze around the head, and he considers you might be awake, eyes closed and all, but you make no other movement. The next breath he takes is shaky, mouth against your shoulder as he leaves a kiss there.

His fingers resume the movement inside you. The pace slowly picks up, along with the pressure and soon enough, he's watching– in awe and in love– as your hips start chasing after his fingers. He stares, takes in every detail. The slight frown on your face, the light sheen of sweat, feels you clench uncontrollably around his fingers, the shake of your legs as you cum on them; it all makes his cock throb.

Even when you close your legs around his hand and grind into his palm, you still don't wake. He wonders what you were dreaming of, what has got you this gone into your dreams? He waits until your legs fall back open, and then he moves.

The first thing to go is your underwear, as beautiful as it looks on you, he wants it off. Wants nothing between the both of you but warmth and love and affection. Next is gently guiding you into lying on your side, your back to his chest. You go fairly willingly, curling up against him as he wraps an arm under you to keep you close.

Then go his boxers. He's more lazy with taking them off, desperate to be inside you, so he pulls them down to his thighs but doesn't kick them off. He's one handed as he guides his cock between your folds, bites back a groan as he grinds against them to coat his cock with your slick. The promise of what's to come makes his sight hazy and he has to focus on keeping control.

You moan when he slides in, finally all the way home.

“So good for me, sweetheart,” He praises, because he can't help it, incapable of keeping his mouth shut when he's inside you, of keeping the words in, “taking me so well.”

He sighs against your nape and leaves open mouthed kisses there, kneads your boobs and plays with your nipples in the same soft and lazy way from earlier. He knows you're awake when you shift to move and still when you find your movements limited.

“Sylus.” You call out to him and he swears he sees heaven when he hears your sleepy voice calling out to him.

“Good morning, baby,” He whispers, voice raspy with poorly held back desire. And god, isn't it so hot to have it so close to your ear? Good fucking morning indeed.

He rises to fully see you, and leans to kiss you, saving you the hassle of twisting your body to look at him. He kisses every area of your face he can reach, nose, eyelids, forehead, cheeks and finally, your lips.

The kiss is slow, languid, and filled with things left unsaid, things neither of you need to say out loud. Your soft sigh against his lips makes him smile and he can't help pulling away to look at you.

“Dream of anything?” He nuzzles his nose against yours before trailing off to kiss your cheek, all the way down to your neck.

“Had a fun one.” He hums, a hand reaching down to caress your thighs, your stomach, your ribs, “It was a little weird, but still fun and cool.”

“What was it about?” One of his fingers rounds your areola, touch feather-light as it keeps swirling inwards until it reaches your nipple. He flicks it once, before pinching and pulling. You arch into it, mouth falling open with a gasp.

“Sweetie, answer the question.” He reminds with a whisper, teeth nibbling your shoulder in warning.

“I was… somewhere– a spaceship.” You blink, frowning as you try to pick up the sand like pieces of your dreams while he keeps distracting you. “Delivering cargo for some organization. You were there too.”

“Oh?”

You whine when you feel him start to pull away.

He shushes you gently, “It's okay, sweet girl.” before thrusting back in. His thrusts are slow, deep and toe curling. You can't help concentrating on the feeling of the slow drag of his cock against your walls.

“Keep going, sweetness, why was I there?”

You huff in frustration, “I don't know, I think the cargo was for you.” You moan at the change of angle, and grip onto his forearm like your life depends on it. Every drag of his cock against your sweet spot makes your eyes roll and stars burst behind your eyelids.

“What happened after?”

“Ah– after what?” You clench around him and he groans.

“After you dropped the cargo.” As unaffected as he tries to sound, his breathing starts picking up. You're so warm around him, clenching on him like a vice, so perfect and soft.

“You– you took me to your office and–” Your combined moans take over as ambiance for the room, along with the squelch of your pussy as it clings to his cock. The claps of your skin start to join in the melody as your moans rise in pitch. He furrows his brows, groans with the effort to keep the rhythm steady– to not let go and move his hips faster, harder.

“And?” He hides his face in your neck, nuzzles the skin there and keeps you moored to him, arms coiled around you like a clingy octopus.

“You were… being a little shit, as usual,” he can't help but chuckle at your choice of words. It sends a wave of shivers down your spine, tingling all the way down to your cunt, “kept walking around a-as if you were a vulture and cornered me against the– fuck– the desk.”

“Oh no,” you can feel his grin against the crook of your shoulder. He's not even trying to hide it, not in his voice and not in his actions, “What else did I do?” One of his hands starts snaking down your stomach, the back of his nails raking softly down your skin and leaving goosebumps behind as they go. “I couldn't have possibly done–” his fingers reach your clit and start pressing slow circles into it– “something like this?”

Your consequent moan makes him throb inside you, and you can't help the way your hips buck.

“Sylus, please.” You whine. You're close, he can tell, can feel you clench around him like a vice, feels the way your back arches away from him, sees the way your hips move.

He still decides to be a little shit about it, “Please what, sweetie? Use your big girl words.”

“Wanna cum.”

“Yeah? Don't want me to stop?” He hums at your string of ‘yes’s and nibbles at your earlobe, “Go ahead, sweet thing, come for me,” hisses when you pull at his hair, “Let me feel you.”

You come with his name on your lips, and his voice whispering sweet nothings on your ear, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your sight going crazy with colors.

“Fuck, where do you want it, princess?” He's breathless, desperate for release but still holding back for you.

“In, inside, please, please, please.” That's all it takes for him to follow. His hips slam once, twice, before he's buried as far as he can go inside you and cumming. He groans into your neck, biting at the skin as his hips still.

It's quiet for a while, where both of you spend the time catching your breaths. He licks at the teeth marks and kisses them before trailing a path of kisses down to your shoulder. You're the one to break the peaceful silence by stretching out of his hold and turning your body towards him with a grin.

“Good morning, Sy.”

He returns the grin, and slots his body against yours as you kiss. Here comes round two.

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Mating of Dragons

Synopsis: What happens when Sylus thinks can disappear suddenly without a word to you? You track him down, naturally. You’re an excellent hunter after all.

Kinda sorta sequel to Collateral Damage of Dragons

Notes/Warnings: explicit shameless nsfw (MDNI), sylus x afab!reader, no use of Y/N, gratuitous amounts of cum (slight belly bulge), breeding, established relationship, Sylus is in a rut, explicit consent, predator/prey tones, biting.

SPOILERS for Sylus's section of the Death and Rebirth chapters!!!

Cross posted on AO3 (Posted the first fic there too) wc: 4.5k

Your body ached absolutely everywhere. The source of your creaking limbs was currently pinning you down with his full weight, head nuzzled into your chest and cock buried deep in your cunt. You didn’t know dragons had ruts.

Hell, you only learned Sylus’s draconic nature because he couldn’t, or rather, didn’t want to make the effort to hide. Not from you. Not when you already knew his mind and soul. It was just one more piece. It’s not like you can say anything- you're destruction incarnate, yet he yearned for you still. In every lifetime, he said.

Sylus wasn’t exactly trying to have you help him with his rut. In fact, he went and fell off the face of the earth, secluding himself on an island that he owned. It didn’t matter. You tracked him down anyways, having to barely lift a finger to have the twins handling the annoyances of securing a private flight.

The gall your boyfriend had, thinking you wouldn’t chase him down for vanishing without saying anything. You had the pilot land a few meters offshore (it was one of those fun planes meant for water landings) and had dressed yourself in a wetsuit. The pilot had tried to dissuade you, worried over your- and his safety, if something happened to you, but you waved him off.

“Oh, you should be worried about your boss man, having the nerve to pull something like this,” was all you had said while strapping your pistols to your thighs before leaping into the ocean itself.

You never feared the choppy waters, as they always seemed to settle around you when you were near. It made your swim to the sandy beach far quicker than it would’ve been had you been forced to combat against the current. When you dragged yourself onto shore, sand started to coat you like you were some kind of breaded chicken ready for frying. You might very well fry under this intense sun. Sylus should be sleeping, but it’s likely he heard the plane and could be lurking. 

There wasn’t a grand house or anything extravagant like you’ve come to expect from him. Granted, it was a bungalow nicer than anything you could afford with your hunter’s salary. You tried to brush off the sand to keep from it getting all over the place, but it was a futile effort.

Just as you were about to start your search, you felt just enough fluctuation of metaflux to have both pistols drawn before you were tackled to the ground by a great, snarling beast. Twisting horns, black scales, and piercing red filled your vision and you found yourself snarling back while pressing a pistol against the forehead of your ambusher.

When you did, the ravenous noises quieted as the heavy weight on you lifted. You glared at Sylus as he seemed completely bewildered at your presence. Something about him was off though. There was a heavy flush to the skin not covered in scales and a heavy tail twitched behind him in obvious agitation. You kept your pistol trained on him, but you did flick on the safety and kept your finger off the trigger.

“What are you doing here?” He rasped, sounding strained.

“I should be asking you that. You don’t get to disappear when you feel like it, and if you do-” You sat up, dragging the barrel of your gun down the length of his face to instead position it under his jaw. “A hunter knows how to find her prey.” 

Sylus closed his eyes under the cool metal while a whole body shiver took him over, barely succeeding in biting back a moan.

“‘M’sorry kitten… but you need to leave. I can’t… I hardly have control over myself, and you’re far too much of a trapping temptation.”

“Mm… No. I can see something’s going on and if you think I’ll turn away from you for even a second-” Your miffed chidings were silenced with the feverish kisses from your lover.

A clawed hand knocked your guns away while his tail curled slightly around your ankle. His whole weight was on you, and you could feel his hips rolling into yours, pressing an all to prominent bulge against you.

His claws, planted on either side of your head, dug gouges into the wood flooring as his tongue invaded your mouth. You felt as if he were trying to devour you wholly and fuck if you didn’t immediately reciprocate, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Your rapid panting mingled with his own as his forehead nuzzled against yours before Sylus buried his face into your neck.

“Stubborn… so stubborn… you smell so good… my pretty girl. My mate.” Sylus’s quiet ramblings made your heart warm and your cunt ache all at once.

“New poetry you’ve been writing?” You couldn’t help but tease breathlessly.

You felt his grin against your skin before he was planting one (or twenty) kisses along your neck. As he did, you felt a sense of awe watching crimson wings stretch out from his back as his arms dragged you even closer. He was so beautiful.

“Could be… hard to think straight right now, sweetness.”

You felt his sharp teeth drag along your skin before he was vibrating with a low growl as your wetsuit impeded his exploration. You squealed when a single claw cut a clean line down the wetsuit, but never touched your fragile skin. The compression of the suit on your chest let your beastly lover sit back slightly to enjoy the way your tits spilled out from the constraining material.

You reached a hand up towards his face and his response was immediate. He nuzzled into your palm, holding it to his face and sighing with deeply obvious relief. You tried to sit up a little more, propping yourself up on your other arm’s elbow.

“Sylus,” you cooed and drew his stunning eyes instantly to your own. “Obviously I don’t know the details, but I’m guessing you’re facing some… reproductive pressures?”

You cackled at the way his face scrunched at your word choice. He still possessively held your hand to his face while scoffing.

“Honestly, kitten. It's a rut… dragons just don’t abide by a timescale comparable to most creatures.”

Your eyes widened. He’s never really talked about exactly what he was beyond a fiend, but a whole ass dragon?! Seeing all his features now, it made everything slide into place until you were beaming at him.

“You didn’t think I’d want to spend this time with you? That you could just… hide from me and think I wouldn’t track you down?” Your words were painfully sweet- sweet enough it made his tail curl around your leg a bit more.

“I didn’t want to assume… Once it hits fully, I can’t think clearly. Everything just becomes this haze and you… dragons aren’t gentle.”

“You were worried about hurting me?” When he nodded, you motioned for him to let you up and he obeyed.

Standing, you took his chin in between your thumb and index to tilt his face upwards. He kneeled at your feet as if you were some sort of goddess shining your light down upon him the way he looked up at you. His hand slid to rest on your thigh, pressing his nose into your leg even with your suit still obstructing his contact with your skin.

“Sylus, I’ve run through the base naked because the chase is exciting.” You grinned; his tail twitched. “I told you then, I tell you now, and I’ll tell you as many times as you need me to. I want you as you are, you silly dragon. You won’t hurt me. Have a little more trust in yourself. It’s not like I can even die.” You mutter at the end, somewhat bitterly. That whole mess with Dimitri still lingers, even now. You were drawn back to Sylus when he murmured your name.

“I’m sorry, for worrying you. Stay with me? It hasn’t hit in full force yet, but when it does-” “I’ll be right there, loving you anyways. Let me go get rinsed off first. I am not going to have marathon sex with sand in the equation.”

His laughter warmed your heart and banished the lingering macabre thoughts over your own mortality (or lack thereof). You screeched when he suddenly sprung to his feet, tossing you over his shoulder to march further into this little paradise of a home.

“Hey-! I can walk perfectly well, you know.”

“Of course you can, this is just more fun.” His clawed hand landed possessively on your ass and you tried to burn a hole in the back of his head with your glare. 

The shower was where you got to learn that he typically tucks his wings away for the convenience of moving bipedally. When you asked if he had a bigger dragon form, he teased you by asking what you thought a dragon looked like before wiping away your pout with an indulgent kiss and a promise to show you one day.

You lamented the way he shredded your wetsuit, but he didn’t hide his delight at all, finishing what he started at the entrance of your little home. Despite the shower being needed to wash away the sand sticking to you, Sylus still managed to pull you flush against him, back to his chest, for his tongue and teeth to bathe your neck and shoulder in his affections while exercising careful control with his clawed hands to cup your tits from behind, teasing your nipples into hardened peaks that made your knees weak.

You learned quickly that he responded best to clear, firm commands. When he couldn’t keep his hands off you long enough to wash away the lingering touch of the sea, you turned on him with a hard stare, “Clean first, touch later. Understood?”

His face had sported a faint flush this whole time, but only under your sharp command did his face sink into a deep red and his breathing grow labored. You felt a little bad since he’s been completely hard this whole time, but he obeyed and even left you to finish showering on your own.

You found out he only left your side to put together little beginnings of a nest around and on the bed. Local flora of the island was beautifully laid around, the varying colors inviting you closer to the faint, sweet smell of them. Sylus was clearly unhappy with his efforts, tail swishing in agitation with his arms crossed. It was an unplanned visit, so the lack of personal items was an affront to his sensibilities. There were far too few shiny things he stashed away in this place for one reason or another, and there weren't as many soft blankets that he knew you liked.

You nuzzled up to his side where his tail ceased its thrashing in favor of wrapping around your waist. You were toweling your wet hair when you tried to ease his displeasure a little bit.

“I love the flowers.” While he didn’t look any less miffed, he did hold his head a little higher with pride.

“I love the colors you found and that they don’t smell too strongly.” You added, smirking as he started to preen under your praise. “You always give me the best, even when we didn’t exactly plan for any of this.”

He smiled down at you, pleased to please you. It made your heart do summersaults. He took the damp towel from your hands and silently went about drying off the rest of the water from your skin. You wondered if this attentiveness was a dragon thing or just a Sylus thing. Brushing your fingers through his hair, you listened to him sigh, nuzzling against your hip as he was taking the time to dry even your legs.

You pulled away from him, watching as his hands shot out to stop you but just barely kept restrained to himself. His deep breaths spoke of his efforts, even as his body burned for you, to remain controlled.

You kneeled on the bed, crawling up the length of it. His eyes scorched your skin as you made a show of “inspecting” his work. You didn’t have any logical reason for doing so, it just felt like something you needed to do for him. You repositioned a pillow, put some glittering gems on the nightstand, and lastly plucked a deep red flower from the floor to smell it. The sweetness of it surprised you with how faint the overall scent was, but you held it close before looking at your dragon, who watched you lay back against the pillow you moved.

“My dragon,” you found yourself cooing, holding out your free hand towards him.

It was with a dizzying speed that the bed dipped under his weight as he came to your side, panting and flushed. You could see his cock jump from the corner of your eye when you caressed his face.

“You’ve done so well for me.” You praised, seeing his eyes roll back and a weak moan tumble from his lips. 

“This one’s my favorite,” you show him the red flower, watching his claws engulf your small hand and lightly smelling the delicate thing.

“Then I will get you a thousand more.” Sylus swears as he takes it from you to set it aside where it won’t be ruined, right next to the little pile of gems.

“Sylus.” You reach out for him and he nearly crashes into you with how desperately he falls into your waiting arms. His whine nearly broke you when you kept him from kissing you with a single finger to his lips.

“My love, I want you to take from me what you need. I give myself to you.”

Under your gifted consent, the desperate hunger Sylus has been holding back since you arrived is finally released. He surges to your mouth, devouring you similarly to what he had done when pinning you to the floor earlier. He needed you like he needed to breathe. He drank every whimper and gasp from you, treasured your shudders when his claws dragged down your side, leaving red marks behind, and delighted when you filled with desire to match his own.

He kissed and nibbled his way down from your lips, to your neck, and down along your collarbones until he found himself kissing at the softness of your breasts. Sylus was bold enough to gently tug a nipple between his teeth, watching the way you tossed your head back with your moan. Your thighs reflexively squeezed against his hips as the electric pleasure snapped through you as he repeated the action on the other breast.

“Sylus-!” You gasped out sharply.

The dragon in question was practically vibrating with a pleased purr at your decadent sounds. It stoked the eternal flame within him until it drowned out everything outside of the two of you. You were his finest, most sacred treasure. One he would worship every day that you let him. You were a brilliant star that brought light to his darkest self, and while he’d shamelessly feed your greed, he wouldn’t see you change for anything or anyone. So intense was his love that he proclaimed to you without hesitation that it was only his love that was purest and strongest, and now that intensity was all concentrated with a bestial need to leave a piece of himself within you, so that something new might grow.

Sylus was near trembling the further he kissed down your body. Lips trailed over the softness of your belly and he rubbed a hand there, looking up to your tender gaze. He didn’t even need to speak a word for you to grow a shy smile. 

“What are you thinking?” You spoke so softly it was almost a whisper. He knew what you wanted to hear. What he wanted to say. What you both wanted desperately.

“I’m thinking,” Sylus started, finishing his descent to settle between your soft thighs where his hot breath could be felt on your soaked folds. “That I’m going to fill you with my seed, time and time again, until there’s no room for doubt. When we leave this place, you’ll be carrying my- our baby.”

Any possible response you might have had becomes nothing more than heaving groans and whimpers as Sylus began his feast. Even in this state, your pleasure was tantamount. Tasting your arousal, so tangy and sweet, was a pleasure in itself. Dragons hardly tasted things normally, but it was as if this had no application when he dragged his tongue through your wet folds. His groan teased you just as much as his tongue. Every noise from him was erotic in its own right, twisting through your nerves right to your throbbing clit. 

Your dragon’s hands had curled around your thighs right at your hips so he could control your needy bucking. He didn’t even need to put your legs over his shoulders, it was something you did automatically at this point. You could feel the muscles in his back shift under foot and the unique smoothness of his scales. You loved touching him, but when your hand snapped down to his hair, it was for an entirely separate reason than just touching.

His tongue dragged and swirled around your clit that he sucked on. Sylus would focus right on that tight bundle of nerves, going so far as to tease under the hood of your clit until you were near sobbing from the intense sensations. It’d hit that border of too much, where your hand curled into a tight fist in his hair and your thighs were shaking as they squeezed around his head, that he’d shift to licking in broad strokes. It was both appreciated and frustrating, teasing you to an edge only to settle you back down into a slower buildup. 

Sylus slipped his tongue into your needy hole that’d been clenching around nothing up until then. Like this, it was the tip of his nose teasing your swollen clit while his tongue worked you open. The slow pleasure came to you in pulsing waves that grew with every passing moment. Having already been so close, it wouldn’t be long before Sylus’s ministrations had you clenching around his tongue. You moans tipped into a higher octave as you tried to press his face further into your pussy.

“S-Sy! I- oh fuck. So close-!” You cried, dropping your head back against the pillow.

You came with a quivering wail, thighs squeezing as much as they could around Sylus’s head as he gave a truly voracious growl into you. He was greedy in taking every bit of you there was to offer, lapping it all up until you wanted to tear up. Only when he was satisfied did he rise himself from his claimed space between your legs. It was obscene, watching his tongue swipe more of your slick from his lips with a self-satisfied grin at your blissed out face.

“You look perfect like this, kitten.” He purred, crawling back up your body to kiss you slowly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You took this time to muster up your strength again. You weren’t about to let him do all the work when this was supposed to be taking care of him. Maybe you also wanted to see more of that desperate, pleading look on his face too. A small maybe. 

You made your move in the brief window where your lips parted for air. You made use of the grapple you had on his hips with your legs and tried to roll the two of you over. Only that wasn’t what ended up happening. The moment you had started to move, Sylus quietly snarled while leaning back to snake a single arm around your waist to instead manhandle you until you were pressed face first into the bedding.

An animalistic fear shoots through your body, and just as quickly it melts into thrilling excitement. There was something so base about it all. Sylus was bracketed around you, an arm moving to hold you in a one-armed headlock, drooling onto the back of your neck while his legs forced yours apart until you felt his hips rutting his cock between your pussy lips.

“Bad girl.” Sylus growled slowly, dragging his sharp teeth over the skin of your neck until you shivered. “Dragons fight quite a lot when mating. A female wouldn’t just let a male have her, after all. No, they have to prove their strength to her, until she’s pinned down. Just. Like. This.”

Sylus bit down on you. Not quite enough to break the skin, but the warning was clear: don’t move. While you had no idea this was going to be the result of your little stunt, you found yourself horribly turned on by it all. You and Sylus regularly played into the roles of predator and prey, and this was definitely the culmination of it. 

So, when Sylus shoved his whole length into you in a single motion, you cried out his name with pleasure. Your fingers curled tightly into the bedding under them and dropped your head to grant Sylus more access to your neck. He stayed like that, hips flush with yours, for several moments while you clenched down around him.You felt his tail wind around a leg and watched his wings drape around the two of you. Part of you wanted to squirm, just to make him pin you down tighter.

“Mm… my mate wanted me to pin her down, didn’t she? I can feel it in the way your pretty pussy clenches down on me. You want me to claim you like this.” Sylus mumbled hotly into your ear when his teeth left your neck.

As he filled your ear with filth, he drew his hips back only to snap them forward again. A yelp was pushed from your lungs until it dissolved into a moan. Stars above, he was reaching the deepest parts of you while the firm ridges on his cock dragged deliciously against your inner walls. He filled out every part of you, groaning deliciously in your ear.

“Yes-! Yesyesyes! Wanted it, Sy-” You readily admitted.

The pace Sylus set was rough, dragging his hips back only to fuck you into the mattress again and again, filling the air with obscene squelches. His arm that had been holding his weight over you found its way to your clawing hand. Black scales and claws covered your hand as he laced your fingers together. Even with the fog of lust over his mind, his heart and soul only existed for you to the point of constantly aching. 

You felt Sylus’s chest press into your back as his thrusts bled into a deeper grind. The tip of his cock pressed at your cervix, his promise that you wouldn’t leave here without being pregnant echoing salaciously in your mind. It wasn’t quite that time in your cycle that you’d be trying to jump his bones, but that didn’t stop you from aching for it. 

Ever since learning more about the truth of your nature, there’s been a deeper grief that transcends lifetimes where you see glimpses of a red field of flowers. It makes you treasure every moment with Sylus more than you already were. It bordered on madness, this insatiable need for him. To be with him. You wondered if this was how he felt.

Your winding thoughts all circled back to the dragon at your back because he whimpered your name. It was spoken with the devotion of a prayer, but coupled with his heavy grinding, trying to fuck his knot into you. Your eyes stung with unshed tears as your pussy stretched around it bit by bit. It was bigger than you remember.

“Let me in, love. Let me fill you.” Sylus mumbled into your neck, panting with another buck of his hips.

You let out a strangled cry as his knot finally bullied its way into your cunt. It was so big and was growing bigger still as it locked the two of you together. The arm Sylus had you in a lax headlock with tightened slightly as you came around him, your pussy milking his cock for all its worth. 

You could feel every spurt of cum, heavy and warm, and your dragon made you take it all. It felt unending, until even your belly felt swollen and dribbles of his seed forced its way out around his knot. This was very different from normal and finally drove you to squirming and whining. God you were so full.

“Sy,” You whined, eyes glossy. “Too much-! I can’t take any more.”

Sylus didn’t seem concerned, finally feeling some relief after days without you. His tight hold on you relaxed as he nuzzled the back of your head and laid kisses on the bruising bite he left behind. You shivered feeling a clawed hand snake under you to feel your swollen belly. You wanted to hit the stupid dragon when he let out a prideful rumble.

“S-Stop acting all proud!” You pouted, embarrassed by it all. It was strange, but a good strange. You think.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No but-” Sylus silenced you with a tiny roll of his hips, the action making your words slip into a low groan.

“This is what you signed up for, sweetie.” Sylus nipped the back of your shoulder while easing the both of you onto your sides. “If you changed your mind, I’ll arrange for-”

Now it was your turn to shut him up as you reached your arm back, not grabbing, but your fingers still trailed up the length of one of his horns. His shaky breath cooled your sweat-slicked skin.

“Don’t you dare,” You said quietly. “I’m with you for all of this. Always and forever.”

Sylus didn’t say anything for the moment, dragging a blanket around your bodies and laying a chaste kiss to your shoulder. When he did speak again, his voice was thick with unspoken emotion that turned your heart into mush.

“Rest, sweetie. You’ll need it to deal with me.” “Stop talking about yourself as if you’re a nuisance, or I’ll have to kick your butt at Gogo Kart.”

Your grumpy tone was rewarded with some of Sylus’s soft laughter as he held you closer. This was all you wanted and needed. As you drifted off for what would become one of the wildest weeks of your life so far, your hazy dreams of that field came again. Instead of the distant, grieving cries of a dragon, there was only gentle singing. From your past selves to your future ones, you’d cherish every moment with your dragon. When all else faded and became star dust, you rest easy knowing your soul was his and his was yours. In every lifetime.

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How will Silus react to a son who shows dragon instincts (stealing something shiny, collecting and keeping it as a treasure, etc.)?

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: hi hi! thanks for sending this in hehe kinda got away from me, but this was extremely fun to think about and i hope you like it! ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

i think he'd be deeply amused! i have a personal headcanon that sylus actually isn't rid of his dragon form/abilities in this life, he's just more powerful and strong enough to mask them now 24/7 hehe

what throws him mostly is when the kids express their want to be like him (because of the implications of that and his own perception of himself). but their natural instincts and traits, sylus expected that and now takes it on as a challenge to hone and help with.

sylus & his family | sylus x reader | a fight between the little twins (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`) angst, fluff, family dynamics, exploring the littles' draconic traits!

Lucian is more his father's son in terms of more outward, classic draconic traits— seeking height to fly, collecting trinkets and treasures, easily allured by shiny and pretty things. Did he not have a twin to bond with (and very social older brothers), Lucian would have had trouble sharing/socializing. He can be very territorial and protective with things he thinks he is responsible for (ex. a specific dino plushie from the big twins, a spot on the couch, a blanket, Kyros).

Sylus's role with Lucian is trying to find that balance of what he can do to regulate himself as a little boy and at the same time not repress any of the inherent instincts he cannot help. He reminds him often that it's okay to act accordingly as long as he isn't malicious or mean.

"You have to choose the better choice." Sylus would say, drawing a sobbing Lucian into his embrace after a fight with Kyros. "Do you want to protect your hoard or your brother?" "But is my trinky." Lucian hiccups, pushing through sudden painful inhales. He clutches the clicky little egg toy in his hand (think bakugan), which weighs heavier with the guilt every passing second he stews in his mistake. Sylus sighs, voice low and gentle. "You yelled at Kyros." "I sorry!" "I know you are, angel." Sylus frowns. His heart aching at the confusion in Lucian's face— wondering what he did wrong, why his need to defend was a bad thing, why he was getting scolded when it was Kyros who took the toy without permission. "But you really hurt Kyros." Little fingers stop their fidgeting on the trinket. smaller, quieter, Lucian murmurs. "I not mean it..." "Papa, I feel bad here," Lucian says, taking Sylus's hand and placing it on his chest. Like he wants to puke. Like he wants to scream. Like he wants to cry his insides out. "Don't like it." Sylus holds him tightly— allowing his presence to be whatever Kyros might need at this moment. He thinks it inadequate, but what he doesn't consider is that it is infinitely more than he had before he met you. And for now, it is enough. "Maybe we say sorry to Kyros? What do you think?" "I give yellow trinky?" he is still shaky when he pitches it. clutching his precious crimson trinket to his chest. "Red one is mine. but- he can borrow. but—but this mine." "That's a start," Sylus kisses his brow. It's not a perfect bow-tied solution, but it's his own. and it's clever and kind and still Lucian. and Sylus cannot be prouder. "Let's go find your brother."

Kyros's qualities are more inert, subtle. He is still territorial and protective— just not to the extent of a Lucian-like reaction of yelling or snarling. If his little hoard is breached, he'd probably harbor a deep sense of resentment towards whoever did so. He remembers everything— the kindness, the betrayal. He trusts gradually yet deeply and isn't the easiest to ask for a second chance.

Kyros's traits manifest in him being watchful and vigilant, protecting his space and his circle more than his trinkets and treasures. He prefers being alone with the exception of his family— and yet even then, he still has moments where you'd find him wandering away from Lucian and the big twins to check on his own stuffies in another room or just rearrange some toys in his collections.

He's deeply sensory-seeking! Kyros is very sensitive to specific sounds (you and sylus humming into his temple so he feels it resonate in his skull), vestibular and tactile input (squeezy-squeezes!), scents (papa's brings the most comfort of all because of that time he was sick).

Sylus's own instincts would urge him to protect him, shelter and hide. But he knows that isn't the better choice. So instead, he teaches grounding to Kyros when his instincts tell him to float away. To hide, but always come back home.

Kyros hates loud sounds— when the karaoke mic goes wrong, when the trumpets on papa's CDs start shouting, when something falls off a shelf and makes a loud thud!. He's gotten better at reacting to them, and no longer has that instinct to cry or yell when it happens. His tantrums come from not being able to rearrange the things that get jumbled inside his head when he is startled like that. He shares that with his father— a replica of home in their mind with everything in its perfect place. But unlike him, Kyros has yet to keep his composure when it is rattled. Sylus teaches him to organize, arrange and at the same time be flexible with it. He was taught that he could grit his teeth, put his head between his knees, and count to ten until it passed. Or simply go to papa or mama when it doesn't. But this sound— this sound creates a landslide in his mind, a devastation far too great to reorganize all by himself. "Go away, Kyros!" Lucian's voice is hoarse as he yells the curse at the top of his lungs. Kyros freezes. His limbs stone and fire all at once. His vision is reduced to blurs of color as the tears build and blind him. He doesn't know what to do, and when Sylus emerges from the other room at the sound, his instinct is to run. Hide. Not be seen, perceived. Alone— where he can't be hurt. You find him in his bedroom, frozen on his bed. clenching and unclenching fists, eyes crystalline with unshed tears. "My love." you coo in sympathy, gently curling yourself around him, taking him into your arms, and placing him in the cradle of your crisscrossed legs. He lets the tears fall then, quiet still. Clinging to your warmth, your scent. Fists crumpling the soft fabric of your shirt. You don't talk, but your fingers intertwine with his, and you draw him closer to your chest as you breathe the way you want him to. Your hand squeezes his palm, the hinges and joints of his fingers, wrists, elbows, and shoulders. Then a familiar forgotten lullaby is hummed into his temple as you kiss him tenderly. When he is no longer wound, no longer rigid like scales but soft like the baby you reared, he speaks. voice small, rusted, and fragile. "I make cian mad." You nod. He did. You saw his twin crying to his papa before you raced off to find him. "I no mean it." his lip wobbles just as his words. "I just... want to see." You hum, listen to him. It's what he needs, to be heard. And when he is ready to listen to you too, you offer: "Lucian probably didn't mean it either." Kyros pouts. "He yelling at me." "But he cried too." you say, smoothing his hair, meeting his eyes. "Lucian doesn't like hurting you." His brow furrows. He knows that is true. His mind struggles, but he places each totem, each memory, and each fact back on their shelves. Just as Sylus taught him to do so. Hide, fix, then come back home. Lucian loves him. Lucian loves his clicky red dragon. Lucian lets him borrow things when he asks. "Mama, I grab the—the trinky," he confesses, fingers finding solace in playing with yours. "Is that why you think he yelled?" "A-huh." your heart corrodes in your chest at the sound of his heavy confirmation. "Cian no like grabby hands. I sorry." You smile— admiring the depths of your son's little mind palace. What you would give to be able to roam its halls and behold its many wonders. "Maybe he needs to hear that from you when you're ready, hm?" he nods. "I ready, mama."

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

You take him to his brother, who is already on his way to him too. sylus kneels to set Lucian down, and you nudge Kyros gently. "I sorry I take—take your trinky." Kyros says first, hands behind his back both to keep himself composed and to show Lucian that he won't be a threat any longer. "Sorry I yelled loud." Lucian hiccups, still shaken at what he'd done. Haunted by how Kyros looked when he did it. He extends his hand, and upon his outstretched palm sits a yellow version of his clicky dragon-egg-ball-trinket. "This for you." Kyros's face brightens as he accepts it. And in the blink of an eye, they are holding each other in an embrace. An ancient instinct they both share, not exactly draconic, but transcending understanding. Could be cosmic. Could be creature. Could be human. But one thing is for sure, this they've inherited proudly from their parents. A woven gift, bloodied and torn, but good. This, they share. This, they treasure. This, they protect in each other— a loyal heart, a golden soul.

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[creepmilk]

alcyone

in which sylus takes her out on a trip, while pondering over how much he was craving her presence and how hard patience was in practice.

tags; fluff, sylus pov i guess, sylus just being a little bit of a tease - 1.5k words - crossposted from my ao3

while sylus had been assertive when he made plans for her to join him for the fishing trip, sylus was still somewhat surprised that she had agreed. after all, he could sense that something was still holding her back. it bothered him, greatly so, but he wanted to be patient rather than scaring her away again. her affection, however tentative, was precious to him.

it was early when they’d left, the lake’s surface glittering in various colours as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. she’d sat on the bench, sipping her warm beverage while watching him set everything up. sylus found her adorable, just sitting there with both her hands wrapped around the steaming cup and smiling up at him. he loved the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, whenever her eyes widened ever so slightly when she laughed. the warmth that filled his chest was indescribable.

he whistled some familiar tune, visibly in a good mood as he sauntered back to the bench. it was a good morning indeed , he thought to himself as he listened to her talk about her week, the mundane things that she was up to, little joys that brightened up her day. even if he did meet her throughout the week, it never felt like it was enough. sylus needed her by his side at all times, so desperately and overwhelmingly, to make up for all the time that they’d lost. at least on this day, he'd have her undivided attention for the entire day.

despite her insisting that she wasn’t cold, sylus could tell otherwise. the way she trembled in the seat next to him, the warm beverage long gone and her hands rubbing together as puffs of warm air left her lips. he closed his eyes, holding back from leaning over and simply pulling her onto his lap and kiss her senseless. maybe that would warm her up some more , he mused as he shrugged his coat off his shoulders. “here.” sylus draped his coat around her shoulders to shield her from the cold and dismissed her protests with an eye roll. “i’m not cold if that’s what you’re worried about. though i can’t say the same about you - surely you’d be warmer on my lap?”

“i’m not that cold. i’ll be fine, you don’t need to w-” she protested, sending him a glare.

“what, are you scared?” sylus’ raised eyebrows and slightly mocking tone seemed to do it for her. it took a second before she was lying on his lap, her head firmly planted on his thighs. a compromise, he supposed, she’ll find her way onto his lap eventually. she regarded him with a defiant look but sylus simply met her with a triumphant grin. “wasn’t that easy, kitten?”

“i’m not doing this for you, i’m proving a point.”

“mhmm, sure. whatever you say, kitten,” he replied with a chuckle. she didn’t move when he reached down, slowly carding his fingers through her hair. instead, her eyes fluttered close, enjoying the pleasant, soothing feeling of it. sylus glanced down at her curled up form against him, her head subconsciously moving closer to his hand. content to just spend his morning like this, he looked out at the water’s surface and relaxed into the bench. they sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company before she turned onto her other side, wiggling against him to get more comfortable. she checked her phone briefly for any messages before carelessly chucking it into her bag. sylus couldn’t suppress the scowl on his face at the thought of her work still being at the forefront of her mind while being with him. he ought to just make it mysteriously disappear before any date and sneakily slip it back into her bag when dropping her off.

“are you bored?” sylus asked, but she shook her head ever so slightly. her eyelids fluttered as she looked up at him and he couldn’t suppress the small smile on his lips at the blissed out and somewhat sleepy look on her face. oh how tempting it was to kiss her silly, lavish her in affection until she was breathless. for now he was happy to show his infatuation through a simple, but effective forehead kiss. his chest rumbled with a chuckle as she scrunched up her nose at the gesture but didn’t make any movements to get away. the thought of her actually reciprocating this desire made his heart race a little faster.

“no, this is very comfortable. relaxing,” she replied and settled back down, her eyes closing. sylus hummed in agreement as his eyes flitted to the fishing pole to make sure it was still in place. before long, his gaze found its way back to her, gradually softening as he took in all the little details about her. he realized it was calming for both of them, just being and relaxing away from work and any stressful situations. he felt comforted knowing she was spending time with him, just being close to him. when he held her like this, her warmth felt so familiar and comforting. like sun rays warming his skin, like way back then when she was his.

his hand hovered over her face, fingers touching gently as he brushed some of her hair strands behind her ear. reaching down, sylus adjusted the coat that was draped over her and tucked it in at her sides. it almost swallowed her whole, leaving his mind reeling with images of her wearing his clothes, his button ups reaching down to her knees, the way the fabric would drape over her body- he had to stop himself before his thoughts derailed, had to put his energy elsewhere. not able to resist his urges, he pinched her cheeks gently. “my lap is that comfortable as a pillow, hm? you look like an adorable kitten right now.” 

sylus was amused when she huffed and swiped at him weakly before quickly changing the topic. “any fish yet?” 

“not yet. are you getting queasy? good things come to those who are patient.”

“sometimes, i don’t feel like you’re very patient either.”

“ if only you knew .” sylus paused, cursing under his breath. he knew he couldn’t hide his feelings for her much longer, the way his eyes softened when he regarded her with so much longing. it felt like torture having to wait so long, having to be patient, trying to win over instead of simply taking. he could swallow her whole, make her his, intertwine her being into his until they couldn’t tell where they started and ended.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“i don't know what you mean” he smiled at her innocently.

“like… you’re going to eat me up?”

“and if i do? will you enjoy it?”

sylus enjoyed the way her cheeks heated up at the suggestive comment, the way her eyes quickly averted away from him in embarrassment. it filled him with satisfaction knowing he was the one that put this adorable expression on her face. even when she turned away, she couldn’t hide it and sylus needed more of it, more of her.

he leaned down to grasp her face, peppering kisses all over - slow at first, to test her reaction, each kiss lingering long enough to convey his feelings. when there was no resistance, he continued, unable to hide the smile that found its way onto his lips when she squirmed slightly but giggled at his advances. when she reached out to squish his cheeks, sylus moved his head as if trying to nip her hands. it made her laugh even more, trying to pull her hands away. sylus easily caught her wrists, pulling her closer to him.

he felt breathless as his gaze wandered down to her lips, envisioning them plump from kisses. such sweet, sweet temptation. “kiss me.”

“right here, right now?”

“yes. i asked politely, didn’t i?”

“well technically, you didn’t exactly-” she gasped in surprise when sylus simply leaned down to kiss her. maybe he should’ve waited for a reply, maybe he should’ve done this at another time but it felt so right and he felt oh so impatient. he needed a small treat, something to keep the beast inside him satisfied as it clawed at its confines to be closer to her. a thrill ran down his spine when she returned the kiss, hesitant at first but then firmer, as if trying to outdo him. sylus allowed her to, giving her a little moment of triumph as she pulled him down by his shirt, nipping his bottom lip.

“there is my fierce kitten,” he murmured against her lips as he pulled away slightly to catch his breath. before he could dive back in, sylus heard the water splashing, both of them freezing abruptly in their movements. sitting up slightly, he looked over to the fishing pole. whatever fish had taken the bait was long gone, probably took the bait along with it as well. she looked out to where the water was sloshing and rippling, pouting slightly. “aw man, we lost that fish,” she made a noise of disappointment but sylus shook his head with a grin.

“didn’t i tell you to be patient? we’ll find another one, and besides, you’re my biggest catch.”

inspired by warm water (snakehips remix) - banks alcyone is one of the brightest stars in the pleiades star cluster. thank you for reading!

[creepmilk]

Sticky Sweet~Sylus x Reader smut~

Inspired by Sylus's birthday event and this artwork

Warnings: Use of pet names, spicy acts involving food, public sex, Sylus is initially confused but quickly gets on board

You said you'd be right back. You had left Sylus in the empty clearing while you ran to the gift shop. "One more present." You claimed. Sylus didn't get nervous but he felt a curious excitement bubbling in his chest in anticipation of whatever you had planned.

Sylus laid on the soft ground and stared at the trees and clouds above him, letting his mind relax and wander as he waited for you to return. His fingers absentmindedly using his evol to play with the small leaf that had floated down. Maybe he was just impatient from the anticipation but you certainly were taking a long time. Sylus wondered whether he should get up and come look for you, just in case he needed to rescue you from some situation that threatened to ruin the good day.

Just as he was about to rise to his feet, you rushed back through the trees, grinning widely at him. "I'm back!" You exclaimed, excitedly. Sylus let out a soft chuckle and settled back onto his elbows. "You certainly took your sweet time, kitten. I hope whatever this gift is was worth making the birthday boy wait so long." You rolled your eyes playfully. "Don't be so dramatic, I was gone for like 10 minutes!"

You yelped in surprise as Sylus quickly lunged forward and grabbed your arm, yanking you down with him. "Sylus! Be careful, you'll break the gift!" Sylus looked down at the little gift bag in your hands. "Right, we wouldn't that. Well, sweetie? Hand it over." He said, his lips forming that familiar smirk. You grinned and sat back as you watched him sift through the tissue paper to find the glass bottle inside. He paused as he looked at it. "You got me...syrup?" The confusion on his face made you burst into laughter. "You don't like it? Think of all the stuff you could put it on." You took the bottle from him and unscrewed the cap. Flashing him a devilish look, you straddled his waist before tugging on the buttons of his shirt, popping them open.

Sylus' eyes darted from your hands to your face, confusion flashing in them for a brief moment. Grinning, you bite your lip and tip the bottle of syrup, letting the sticky liquid drizzle down his chest. His breath hitched in his throat. "Sweetie..." He gasped, his confusion quickly fading into intrigue. "Oopsie...sorry Sy! You're getting all sticky...let me help you clean up." You purred. You leaned down and licked a long, slow stripe up his torso. His body tensed under and you smiled to yourself as you heard another choked gasp escape him. You continued to tease him, slowly cleaning the delicious syrup from his chest. He could feel his pants tightening as your warm tongue swept over his skin. "This is...not nice of you, kitten. You're going to tease me like this...fuck...on my birthday?" You sat up and wiped your mouth suggestively. "Oh I think I'm being very nice to the birthday boy. I guess I have to try harder." You shrugged. Before Sylus could question you, you yanked his belt open and shimmied his pants down just enough to free his hard length from straining against the fabric any more.

Sylus let his head fall back as you drizzled more syrup on his aching cock. "F-fuck, sweetie...that's really not fair." He moaned. You hummed happily as you teased him with your tongue. His hands fisted into your hair while you took him in your mouth, The sticky sweetness mixing with the taste of his precum sent tingles straight to your core. "Ohh fuuuuck, kitten. Your mouth is amazing." He groaned. Encouraged by the sounds he was making, you took him even deeper down your throat. Sylus groaned and ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep his eyes on you. The pleasure along with your boldness at even doing this in the first place, was quickly overwhelming him. He could feel his release approaching faster than he wanted. It was his birthday, sure, but he wanted you to feel good too. He pulled you off him gently and kissed your pouted lips. "What are you doing?" Your disappointed tone had him chuckling to himself. "It's my turn now, sweetie."

In an instant you were facing away from him, bent over his legs, your skirt pushed up, and your panties pulled to the side. Sylus' large hands massaged your ass before he took the bottle and dripped syrup down your pussy. A low growl escaped his throat as he watched you clench around nothing, whimpering at the tickle of the syrup sliding down your entrance. "S-Sylus...you're not playing fair." You gasped. He laughed darkly. "But it's my birthday, kitten. We do what I want, remember?" He didn't even give you a chance to respond before shoving his face into your wet heat. You cried out and your body lurched forward, trying to escape the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Sylus anticipated this however and locked his arms around your hips, lifting you off the ground slightly and preventing you from moving away from his mouth. At this angle you had no choice but to let your face rest between his thighs, unable to even move yourself back enough to keep your mouth on his cock. Your mouth fell open as you felt his tongue explore you. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, licking the delicious syrup from your dripping core. He could see why you were so enthusiastic when it was your mouth on him. The taste of sweet combined with yours was intoxicating. Your whimpers and moans were a heavenly addition and Sylus felt like he was going to burst without you even touching him.

You cried out as his tongue flicked against your clit before his lips wrapped around it, sucking gently. "S-Sylus please...." You whined, not even knowing what you were begging for exactly. Sylus smirked and a cocky laugh vibrated against you pussy. "This syrup is almost as sweet as your begging, kitten. I think I'd like more of both." He growled. He turned you over and laid you on your back between his legs. You thanked your lucky stars that you wore a bra that unhooked in the front as Sylus pushed up your top. He effortlessly unsnapped your bra with just a finger, baring your breasts to him. You gasped as he poured more syrup on your chest, covering your sensitive nipples in the sweet liquid. He pulled you up to straddle his lap and cupped your breasts in his large hands. His warm tongue swept over your nipples, licking and sucking to clean the syrup off you.

Your head was spinning from the intense pleasure you were receiving. Your fingers threaded through his silver hair as he squeezed and massaged your tits. "Oh my god, Sylus...please...please fuck me!" You sobbed. Sylus released your nipple with a pop! before looking up at you, his chin shining from syrup and saliva. "Are you making demands on my birthday, sweetheart?" He teased. You shook your head quickly with a whimper. "N-no I just...I just really need you." You asked, your voice coming out in a breathless tone. Sylus hummed and kissed your neck softly. His hands moved down to your hips and he began to slowly rock you back and forth on him. You gasped as you felt the tip of his cock catch your clit every time Sylus moved you forward. "You want me to take you here in this clearing, don't you, kitten?" You arms tightened around his shoulders and you buried your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment. "You know you have to ask nicely if you want something from me, sweetie. Especially today. So beg me....beg for my help." You choked out a moan and pressed your face into his neck more. But Sylus wasn't having any of that. "Oh I don't think so, sweetie. You better beg for me or we can go back home right. now."

He punctuated his words with two sharp tugs on your hips, his tip nudging your clit in a delicious way. "Ohhh god f-fuck Sylus okay! Please! Please take me...right here where anybody could see us. Fuck me please! I need you so badly. I need you right now, baby please!"

Sylus' eyes darkened at your words and he pulled you down against him roughly, crushing his lips against yours. "You certainly have a way with words, kitten." He growled. He reached down between you and lined his aching cock up with your soaked pussy. Biting his lip and staring into your eyes, he thrusted up into you, both of you moaning loudly. Giving you little time to adjust Sylus effortlessly bounced you up and down. His fingers dug tightly into your hips, definitely leaving bruises but you didn't mind. You couldn't mind when his cock was hitting your sensitive areas so perfectly. He was so deep inside you, all you could feel was him. Sylus was everywhere. His hands on your hips, his mouth on your face and neck, the feeling was so overwhelming, you didn't know how long you were going to last. Your head was swimming as Sylus nibbled sweetly on the weak spot on your neck.

"You're clenching around me so tightly, princess. I can feel how close you are. I want you to cum for me. You want to grant me my birthday wish, don't you, sweetie?" He rasped in your ear. You whimpered and nodded quickly. "Yes! Give you whatever you want!" You cried out, the pleasure becoming too much. "Then cum on my cock, sweetheart. My wish is for you to make a mess all over me." He whispered. His head lowered back to your breasts and he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth while leaning back to speed up his thrusts inside you. Your nails dug into his chest as you could do nothing but take what he gave you. His grip on you was too tight to rock your hips back on your own so you let Sylus use you. He moaned and flicked his tongue on your nipples, sending you into an intense orgasm. You threw your head back and cried out his name as you gushed all over his cock. Sylus didn't let up. His cock continued to pound into you, extending you orgasm until he reached his. He released your nipple and let his head fall back against the grass. "Let me cum inside you, sweetie...please." Sylus' sweet plea took you by surprise and you clenched involuntarily at his words. "Cum inside me, Sy...please fill me up." You moaned. Sylus' eyes rolled back in his head as you tightened around him. "You're always so good for me, sweetie. I'm gonna fucking fill this sweet pussy up. I want you to feel me for a week." Sylus growled.

He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. He moaned loudly against your lips as he came hard inside you. You felt his warmth shoot inside you, making you feel so full. You collapsed on top of his chest, panting heavily against him.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, you lifted your head off his chest. "Happy birthday, Sy." You sighed happily. "Thank you, sweetie." He hummed back, his hands running smoothly over your hair. "Did you have a good birthday?" You asked, your eyes big and hopeful. Sylus smiled warmly at you and kissed the top of your head. "Of course I did. You made this the most special day I've ever had. Thank you, my love."

The two of you lay there quietly for a few more minutes before you lifted your head off his chest again. "We should probably go home and clean up. We're kinda covered in sticky stuff." You laughed. Sylus sighed and laughed softly. "Good idea, but I think I might want to indulge my sweet tooth a little more once we're home...it's still my birthday after all..."

A/N: This is my first Sylus fic!! I've only been playing LaDS for about a month but I really enjoy it and Sylus was basically the whole reason I downloaded it in the first place. Hope you enjoy!!

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the sound filling the room is the most obscene squelching coming from your pussy and your moans. it's sylus' hips connecting with your body, brushing your clit with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping together. the sound of his breathy moans, his raspy whispers in your ear.

sylus has already made you cum twice, on his fingers with his tongue licking at your clit. you were worried you wouldn’t be able to get there a third time but sylus is determined, he’s ravenous.

he gave you a few minutes to catch your breath after your second orgasm before he was sinking into you. now, here you are, toes clenched and ready to come for a third time. “sylus,” you say, your voice high pitched, the tell-tale sign that you’re about to come again.

“i know, baby, i know,” he says, his voice gentle. “you did so good for me,” he lifts your right leg up, hitching it over his shoulder to reach even deeper as he thrusts, you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

the fullness of having him inside of you is almost too much. “gave me two orgasms already, but i just need one more,” he continues, reaching down to start circling your clit.

“s’too much,” you say, but your hips are rising to meet his thrusts, something he notices, something that makes him huff out a laugh.

“you like cumming on my cock, don't you pretty girl?”

maybe that’s what does it. his filthy mouth, the way he’s given you praise all night. or maybe it’s the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. maybe it’s the way his fingers are rubbing your clit. either way, you explode around him. you cling onto him, needing something, anything to ground yourself. your climax pushes him into his, the way your clench around him. he talks you through it, of course.

“that’s it, that’s my girl,” he says, still slowly rocking into you, working through both of your orgasms. “it feels good, doesn't it?” he presses his hips forward one last time, lingering there for a bit before slowly pulling out, “hmm? coming on my cock?”

you whimper at the loss of him, the feeling of being empty. he kisses you deeply, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth easily. it's a sloppy kiss because you're both panting, trying to come back down to earth. then he's kissing across your cheek, down your jaw, telling you how perfect you are, how good you did for him the entire time.

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We all know that Sylus likes eating you out, it’s his favorite meal.

Laying the small of your back on his silky black sheets, mind hazed, chest rising and falling with each ragging breath. Wet sucking noises echoing through the dimly lit room, his lips are connected to your now puffy dripping pussy.

Gasps and moans escaped your slightly open lips, eyes blurred with tears. Your back arching helplessly but he only wrapped his strong arms around your trampling thighs tightly keeping them open for him to dive even deeper.

You could swear he’d been down there for nearly an hour. And now—now—he was riding you through the crest of your second orgasm, refusing to let go.

“S…Sylus” you whimper in need hips bucking against his face, sending another electric jolt straight through your body. Then, as if to tournament you he started trailing slow kisses from the top of your swollen red clit down to your still-empty, desperate cunt.

Without a warning, his hot tongue dives back inside your cunt, his head angled to the side as he grinned his mouth into you like a starved man. And every time his mouth moves, his nose grinds right into your throbbing clit.

Your hips jolt. A broken moan rips from your throat. It’s too much, too good, and yet his grip only tightens—arms like iron you can’t move even a little bit, holding your thighs wide open, refusing to let you escape. More, more, more, is all you could think of.

His tongue moves faster now, ruthless, sliding in and curling deep while his nose bumps your swollen clit again and again. The pressure builds so fast it feels like whiplash—your hands claw at the sheets wrinkling them up.

He groans low in his throat, that sinful sound vibrating through your whole sweaty body and you scream as the orgasm crashes into you like a blackout wave.

“Tasty” he growls next to your opining, eyes glowing-hunting you from between your legs before diving back in.

He’s not done, yet.

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Sylus watches intently as you sit in front of him, gliding a delicious shade of red on your lips.

The movement entrances him. He feels his heart pick up speed. The smooth swipe of color, and the precise application — an action well-practiced.

He could stare at this for days.

But she stops. The girl twists the lipstick to a close and places the cap on. Sylus' eyebrows furrow. Why did she stop? The view of his girlfriend doing the most mundane task excited him too much.

The girl stares at sylus with a smirk on her lips, like a challenge. He raises his brow in question. And just like a cat ready to attack its prey, she pounces on his lap and delivers a loud smooch on his left cheek.

He sits stunned and she pulls back to admire her creation. A single red kiss mark on his perfect, handsome face. Smiling, she delivers the next peck on the corner of his mouth. Then, to his forehead, his nose, and the other cheek. She doesn't stop until she has kissed every inch of Sylus' majestic face.

Just as he was about to discuss the matter of his unkissed lips, she kisses him on the mouth with fragility. Tender, soft, and warm. Sylus can't help but close his eyes and lean into it. Her pull was too strong. He wants to stay like this, forever in her orbit.

To his dismay, she breaks off the kiss and stares at his face with glee — parted mouth, unfocused lovedrunk gaze, and her lipstick marks all over.

She squeals in delight and (to his dismay once again) hops off his lap.

"I need to take a photo of this!"

As she runs to the dresser for her camera, Sylus remains still on the couch. His gaze still unfocused, arms hanging losely on his sides. His neck is warm and he is sure that he is blushing. His kitten likes to leave loud evident marks on him, and that thought makes him smile.

AN: A quick drabble/appreciation after going through the main story update. I love Sylus more now.

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shadows.

sylus sees you for the first time since your escape at gaia reseach center and he learns how painful it is to stay away from you.

angst with comfort. inspired by shadowed past. spoilers for main story: death and rebirth. brief reference to valleydream bloom

also wanna share this lovely art to visualize this scene: x

Fate can be so cruel.

Is it a gift or a curse that you're standing just a few meters away from him right now?

For the first time in so long, Sylus found every part of him petrified except for his feet that was forced to take heavy steps forward, and his heart that started to pound at the second his eyes recognized your figure.

A cold flash struck him as you brush past each other like complete strangers.

As if he means nothing to you, after everything.

His steps faltered involuntarily.

He wanted to reach out to you.

To grab your hand, just so he can feel you, just so you can acknowledge his existence even just for a fraction of a second.

For all these years, he'd only been watching you through his eye that's empowered by an Aether Core. He'd only been in the distant shadow, making sure no harm comes your way that would take you from this world.

This is the first time he'd seen you right in front of him, close enough to touch you.

And yet, he fought every cell in his body to resist.

He couldn't.

Not yet.

Not until the time is right.

You deserve the freedom and independence that was stolen from you at your youth. You deserve to have a life purely of your own decisions, without him conflicting your path.

Eventually, you'll reach him.

As your souls are bound, you are destined to always find each other, so he will wait for as long as he must.

Ad yet still...

Being patient can be agonizing.

He never braced himself for the day when you'd look past him as if he's just another faceless individual, as if you've never fought side by side, through thick and thin, even before this world became the way it is now.

To him, you're everything.

To you, he's no one.

Sylus now finds his feet buried to the ground, unable to move forward despite your presence long gone.

His throat feels dry, and his legs are tingling with the need to chase after you.

But if he did, what would you do?

What if all this time, you do remember him but you'd rather pretend that he doesn't exist? What if all this time, you simply want nothing to do with him?

The thought of you hating him caused a burning feeling in his chest, making it harder to breathe.

The entire Deepspace could despise him.

But not you.

Anyone but you.

Even if you do end up detesting him... his heart and soul is yours. If he must, he'll stay in the shadows, as long as he can keep looking after you, even if it means watching you be happy without him.

And if you decided to take his life with your own hands....

He wouldn't have it any other way.

His life is yours.

"Sylus! You're still sleeping?"

It was like being pulled out of a portal.

From the moment he heard your voice, Sylus' eyes shot wide open. He slowly sat up and saw you close the door and walk up to his bed, wearing an outfit that you bought recently during a shopping trip together.

His gaze softened as he admires your face, brows furrowed and eyes glaring as you prepare to whack him with a pillow as his punishment for failing to wake up on time like he usually does.

"You said you'd wake up early! At this rate, we'll get to the castle around lunch time. We'll have to pack more food for the picnic. Oh, and we should also get cold drinks along the way because it'll be sunny! We also can't forget about what you made last night — actually I think we should bring a bigger basket..."

He was doing his best to listen to you, but he couldn't fully concentrate because his mind is in shock, still recovering from the nightmare he had.

No, it wasn't just a nightmare.

It was an unpleasant memory that he never liked to recall. Just now, his stomach was churning with discomfort and there's sharpness in his chest while he pictured the look on your face when you walked past him as if he was invisible.

He also recalled the look in your eyes during that day when you've finally reunited, only for you to be repulsed by him. He was reminded of the hopelessness that hit him at that moment. He didn't know what to do, and where to go from there. At that time, you really did want him out of your life.

What if things stayed that way? What if your feelings never changed? What if —

"Sylus."

He blinked out of his terrifying thoughts just as you gently cupped his face, sitting right in front of him with a soft, worried look in your eyes.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Sylus lets out a breath he hasn't realized he'd been holding.

He couldn't help but chuckle, slightly amused that you immediately sensed that something was bothering him.

"Just had an unpleasant dream, that's all." He then took your left hand and planted a soft kiss on your palm.

For a moment, he closed his eyes to feel and appreciate your warmth. His fingers gently held you tighter, making sure that you're not a figment of his imagination.

After all, it wouldn't be the first time his mind played cruel tricks on him.

But as his thumb traced over your knuckles, as your other hand lingered on his face, caressing him quietly, Sylus is certain that this isn't a dream.

You're real.

This time, you're really here and you're holding him just as he always wanted.

This time, you're truly seeing him and accepting him as he is.

This time, you're not pushing him away but pulling him closer.

This time, he doesn't have to hide in the shadows.

This time, he gets to admire the flowers with you.

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Tarnished // Sylus

[ sylus x fem!reader // 🔞 // ♡ / ↻ — appreciated! // ao3 link ]

✧ — synopsis:

"You keep looking at my hands," Sylus said, voice a low vibration in the stillness. "I am looking at you," you huffed, snapping your book shut with a little more force than necessary. "Big difference." A faint smile ghosted across his mouth. "Is it?"

✧ — wc: 2.5k

✧ — reading time: 9-10 minutes.

✧ — warnings: smut, fingering, choking (light), possessive behavior, dom!Sylus, brat!MC, voice kink, ring kink, pussy slapping, praise & degradation, power play, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, orgasm control, ruined panties, semi-clothed sex, established relationship.

The chain dangled from his fingers, catching the brittle light of morning like a snare. Sylus hardly seemed aware he was toying with it, the small metal pendant spinning idly between the ridges of his knuckles. His hand moved with a lazy, absentminded grace, and you found yourself unable to look away. The thick rings on his fingers glinted darkly, one heavy chainlink piece across his middle finger, another a square-cut blue gemstone that caught the light when he moved. Both looked obscenely expensive, and both made your pulse flutter when you imagined how they would feel against your skin. You noticed the small detail, too: the nails on his middle and nameless fingers were trimmed shorter than the others, neatly cut close to the flesh. As if by design, as if he knew exactly what he intended to do with them.

His tall frame leaned against the windowsill, half turned away from you, the soft gleam of his white dress shirt catching the light at every subtle movement. The dark slacks, the silver watch on his wrist, the tailored lines of his coat slung carelessly over the chair—he was dressed for business, not for you. Not for the lazy weekend you were supposed to spend tangled up together in one of his apartments in Linkon City, with him wearing sweats and no shirt on that muscled body of his.

Outside, the world was a blurred watercolor of blue and gray, a frozen landscape that felt almost too still, too quiet, as if nature itself was holding its breath. Inside the room, the air hung thick and unmoving, wrapped around you like an invisible veil.

Sylus's profile was sharp against the glass, the silver of his hair a pale halo that looked almost unnatural in the dim winter light. His carmine eyes, half-lidded and unreadable, shifted briefly toward you before returning to the chain in his hand. He looked almost untouchable in that moment, too put together, too… distracting.

You sat curled up on the couch in your oversized hoodie and shorts, a book balanced against your knees, eyes flicking to him every few seconds. Pouting, sulking, and making absolutely no fucking effort to hide it.

"You keep looking at my hands," Sylus said, voice a low vibration in the stillness.

"I am looking at you," you huffed, snapping your book shut with a little more force than necessary. "Big difference."

A faint smile ghosted across his mouth. "Is it?"

"You are supposed to be here," you said, glaring at him over the edge of your blanket. "Not... whatever this is." You waved a vague hand at his polished appearance.

He let the chain fall against his chest with a soft clink and stretched his fingers, flexing them lazily. The rings shifted with the movement, heavy and sure against his skin as your eyes scanned over them without you even realizing it.

"It is only a meeting," he said, almost absentmindedly. "Urgent, however."

"You promised." Your voice dipped into something softer, the weight of it catching his attention.

Sylus turned fully then, prowling across the room in a slow, deliberate advance. The floor creaked faintly beneath his feet. When he reached you, he crouched down beside the couch, one hand braced on the armrest, the other lifting to brush the edge of the blanket draped around you.

"Pouting does not suit you, sweetie," he murmured.

"Then stay," you said, chin tilting up stubbornly.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, something between amusement and warning. Without another word, his hand wrapped lightly around your throat, thumb grazing the rapid flutter of your pulse. Not squeezing, just resting there, a subtle reminder of who you were dealing with.

"Brat," Sylus said softly, no bite in his words.

His thumb slid higher, brushing over your lips, and you opened your mouth instinctively. He pressed the pad of his thumb inside, letting you taste the cool bite of metal against your tongue.

"And a liar," he breathed, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you suck gently. "You do not want me to stay."

You whimpered around his thumb, earning a slow, dangerous smile.

"You want me to ruin you before I go, and that's greedy."

He pulled his thumb free with a soft, wet pop, dragging it down your soft jaw before catching your soft chin between his fingers and forcing your gaze to meet his.

"Say it," he ordered, voice low and insistent. "Be a good girl and tell me what you want."

Your lips parted, breath catching, but no sound came out before Sylus leaned in, capturing your mouth in a slow, consuming kiss, stealing the last thread of your bratty defiance because he was either just as impatient or low on time, or perhaps even both.

His hand slid from your throat down to your chest, cupping your breast and using it to push you back into the couch with a gentle but undeniable pressure. When he pulled away, you were already panting, your body aching for more as you felt your nipples harden. Your hoodie was bunched up a little, revealing a sliver of skin.

He smiled lazily, almost cruelly, as he dragged his hand lower, fingers skating over the line of your stomach to the bare skin of your thigh. The chainlink ring scraped deliciously along your inner thigh, the gemstone flashing bright even in the muted light.

"Since you insist on pretending otherwise," he murmured, "I guess I will have to remind you of who you are dealing with, miss."

He pushed the blanket higher with a casual flick of his fingers, exposing more of your leg to the cool air. His rings dragged slow and deliberate, making you shiver.

His hand slid higher until his fingers went under the waistband of your shorts and pressed against the fabric of your underwear. He didn't slip beneath, instead he cupped you through the thin cotton, middle finger pressing lightly against your clit, just enough to tease.

"Already wet," Sylus said with a hum, voice thick with satisfaction as a groan rumbled deep in his chest once the fact actually registered in his brain. "You are going to make me late, kitten."

You squirmed beneath his hand, seeking more pressure, but he only huffed, squeezing your throat lightly in warning with his free hand, his other one pushing your shorts a little down your thighs.

"Behave," he rasped out. "Or I will take even longer."

He kept you pinned there, going back to stroking you slowly through the fabric, feeling the wet patch grow against his palm as your thighs fell open. His rings were cold against the heat of you, a delicious contrast that made your head spin and added contrast in both texture and temperature.

When you bucked your hips again, desperate for more, he stilled.

"What did I just say?" he rasped against your ear, voice rough with his own arousal as you knew for a fact he was hard beneath his slacks, too.

“You keep teasin’!” you whined, jerking your hips again, desperate for more, and that was when Sylus exhaled sharply through his nose — a quiet, deadly sound. Without warning, he drew his hand back and slapped your soaked pussy once, twice, each strike landing wet and loud against your dripping folds. The cold bite of his rings against your flushed skin made you jolt and keen, thighs kicking uselessly at the sting. The heavy bands left faint, burning imprints across the swollen lips of your cunt, each mark blooming under his touch like a brand you would feel long after he was gone. Sylus rubbed slow, heavy circles over your clit afterward, soothing the ache with the same calloused palm he had just punished you with.

"Behave," Sylus said again, voice low and measured like he was reminding you of something you should have never forgotten. "Or next time, I will make you count each one." His hand lingered between your legs, slick with you, the cool edge of his rings pressing into the trembling, marked flesh he had claimed.

You whimpered in affirmation, the sound muffled as he applied a little more pressure to your throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to control.

"Good girl," Sylus praised lowly when you froze beneath him.

Finally—finally—he hooked two fingers beneath the soaked edge of your panties. The ruined cotton clung wetly and greedily to your folds, slick stringing from the ruined seam to your soaked pussy in heavy strands as Sylus peeled it aside with barely any effort. The cold air hit your wet folds and you gasped, but the silver-haired man was there to ground you, his warm hand cupping you, stroking slow and unhurried as he ran his long digits over your glistening slit.

"So greedy," he murmured. "Look at you. Dripping, and I have barely touched you."

When he finally pushed his fingers inside, the stretch was maddening, the expensive metal of his rings dragging against your sensitive skin in a way that made your toes curl. Your slick gushed against his knuckles, soaking his hand instantly, obscene wet sounds filling the air between you in the otherwise quiet room.

You whimpered shamelessly, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into the crisp fabric of his shirt.

"Careful," Sylus muttered against your ear, thrusting his fingers deeper, curling them slow and cruel. "Don't wrinkle my shirt, kitten, I have places to be."

"Sylus, please—" you gasped, clinging to him regardless, hips rocking desperately into his hand as you just wanted to cum.

"So needy. Look at this messy pretty pussy," he rasped, voice low and filled with reverent hunger as he looked down between your legs. "Just aching for me."

You sobbed quietly, your forehead pressing to his shoulder, his free hand keeping your throat pinned just enough to keep you compliant, malleable to his taste.

Your poor thighs trembled violently, struggling to stay open around the relentless pump of his long fingers. Every drag of his knuckles inside you made more slick dribble out, wetting the inside of your shorts, soaking the fabric of his slacks where your bodies brushed together every time you jerked your hips a little too hard. You clung tighter to his neck, desperate, your hips tilting up into his hand without shame.

"Making such a mess," The leader of Onychinus muttered against your ear, voice low and ruined as he clicked his tongue. His fingers curled deep again, and the thick bands of his rings scraped your spongy walls in a way that made your body jolt. "You are going to ruin my slacks next."

You whimpered something desperate into his throat, your mouth hot and open against his skin as you fought against sucking on it, instead letting your tongue drag to the side.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to see your face, flushed, glassy-eyed, mouth parted in a silent plea. His cock throbbed painfully against the zipper of his expensive pants, a fierce, aching pulse that demanded he bend you over and fuck you until you forgot everything else.

The clock on the wall ticked somewhere behind him, a reminder he should already be gone.

"Look at you," Sylus rasped, dragging his free hand up to cradle the back of your neck, tipping your head so you had no choice but to meet his burning stare. "Pretty little thing. Crying all over my fingers. That’s all it takes? Almost pathetic, sweetie."

“I’m not…” You whimpered defiantly, grinding helplessly into his hand though you knew better than that, hell, you probably agreed with his words.

He caught your mouth in a slow, filthy and sloppy kiss, tongue claiming you while his fingers fucked you deeper, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the space between every gasping breath and groan.

"Good girl," he murmured roughly into your mouth, feeling the way you clenched around him. "Give it to me. I want to feel you soak me."

You sobbed his name brokenly, legs locking around his hips, pulling him closer. Sylus groaned, nearly losing it when he felt the gush of slick spill over his palm as your body gave in.

Your orgasm ripped through you, raw and overwhelming, pussy fluttering and squeezing, drenching his hand. He dragged it out with slow, deliberate thrusts, the obscene squelch of your cunt echoing in the room.

When you finally slumped against him, boneless and shuddering, Sylus withdrew his fingers with a filthy wet sound, red eyes sharp as he observed the mess you left.

He lifted his hand between you both, fingers glistening, the rings smeared in your slick.

"Open," he said quietly, voice rough, a command.

You parted your lips without thinking. Sylus slid his soaked fingers past your tongue, and you sucked obediently, tasting yourself mixed with the cool bite of his rings.

His eyes darkened as he watched you clean him, his cock twitching almost painfully against the ruined fabric of his slacks as the image was seared into his mind.

"That is better," Sylus murmured, dragging his fingers out slowly, wiping the last bit of slick across your lower lip with his thumb.

The silver-haired man then smoothed your ruined panties back into place with slow, almost mocking care, dragging the soaked fabric gently over your oversensitive folds. He pulled your shorts up after, tucking you back into the mess you had made like he was sealing it there just for him.

His hand trailed once more along your thigh, thumb brushing over the faint, raised marks his rings had left behind, a satisfied hum rumbling deep in his chest. When he pulled your hoodie down to cover you properly, he tapped your thigh twice in silent command — a wordless reminder that you were his to leave waiting, and his to come back to.

He stood straight right after that, fixing the cuffs of his shirt with calm, practiced movements. He looked down at the obvious wet stain blooming over the front of his pants and exhaled sharply.

"Stay here," he ordered.

You nodded, dazed, trembling, still soaking under your ruined shorts.

Sylus disappeared briefly into the bedroom, returning a minute later in fresh slacks, his ruined pair abandoned somewhere behind him. His new pants fit him just as well, hugging his lean hips, but he was still hard, still twitching against the fabric as he pulled on his coat.

At the door, he paused, glancing over his shoulder, his expression sharp, jaw locked into place.

"When I get back," The leader of Onychinus said, voice low, deliberate, "I expect you to be exactly where I left you. Hoodie up. Shorts off. Understood?"

“I… uh, yes?” You blinked at your boyfriend.

He held your gaze for a long, burning moment before leaving with an amused shake of his head and a small smirk you failed to catch. The soft click of the door closing was the only sound in the room as you sat there, wrecked and wanting more than just his fingers.

a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune // fic by: @dijayeah

[creepmilk]

“Have you been eating pineapple?”

The question was sudden and so jarring that you blinked open your eyes, startled. Sylus peaked up at you from between your plush thighs; his mouth and chin sticky with arousal, vermillion eyes almost swallowed by the pupils, but there’s amusement alight in them.

Your fingers, which had been running freely through his soft silver locks, froze. They remained tangled at the roots, tugging enough that he’d notice, but he didn’t seem to mind the slight discomfort.

“Wh-what makes you ask that?” You ask, perplexed but on alert.

Sylus didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he dipped back to where he was making out with your dripping cunt. His tongue laved a path from your pulsing little hole to your swollen nub, deft fingers spreading you apart for his feasting.

He murmured softly as his lips latched onto your clit and drew the bundle of nerves as far into his mouth as was humanly possible. It was like a firecracker was sent off in your brain with the pleasure that spiked through you at the action. Your spine bowed off the sheets and only a firm hand spread across your stomach brought you back to the mattress.

“Sy—fuck—answer m-me!”

With a far too smug smile, he lifted himself back up until his chin was resting on the soft yield of your lower abdomen. Idly, he swiped long fingers through the wet evidence of your arousal that saturated his cheeks and licked them into his mouth, tongue curling lewdly around the digits.

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetie?” Sylus purred. “I can taste the difference.”

Your cheeks warmed until they were hot enough to cook eggs. He couldn’t be serious… but he was. Your thighs struggled to clamp shut—an impossible task with the hulking man firmly wedged between them—and you wailed in dismay.

“Why are you struggling, kitten? I like it… you’ve always tasted sweet, but now there’s a sharp bite to it, just like when you decide to mouth off like a naughty little minx.”

He gnashed his teeth playfully, eyebrows wriggling and only then could you see the humour in it. Laughter bubbled in your chest until it spilled up and out. Sylus grinned wolfishly and repositioned himself for another course.

“We’ll be here a while,” he crooned, “I do have to get my five a day, after all…”

an: a silly little thought that popped into my head 🤦‍♀️ also, just to say, there is no evidence that pineapple changes your taste down there but it’s a fun little myth to write about.

[creepmilk]

what happens when sylus meets your possessive boy cat for the first time?

(sylus x reader) humour, fluff, possessive and petty sylus, suggestive

It started with you dragging Sylus to the grocery store.

He had shown up that morning in a dark maroon button-down with the sleeves rolled up, hair perfectly tousled, ready to whisk you off somewhere expensive and mood-lit. But when you met him at the door with a shopping list and a cheerful smile, he blinked at the paper in your hands like you’d just handed him an arrest warrant.

“You’re telling me,” he drawled, arms crossing as he leaned against the doorway, “that instead of letting me take you on a proper date, you want me to follow you around a fluorescent-lit store while we argue about produce?”

“Yes,” you grinned, pressing the list to his chest. “Consider it a bonding experience.”

He sighed. “Kitten, you know I could get all this delivered. Snap of my fingers. Why suffer?”

But you just grabbed his hand and brushed your thumb along his knuckles. “Because I want to do it with you.”

He stared at you for a long second, then let out that deep, rich laugh that you love so much under his breath, kissed your temple, and let you tug him along. “Alright, sweetie. Anything you want.”

Hours later, you finally stepped into your apartment, grocery bags in hand and the scent of fresh bakery bread trailing behind you.

Sylus followed in behind, setting down a few bags with a sigh. “That was not romantic,” he muttered, brushing away a rogue piece of lettuce from his shirt. “An old lady threw a head of lettuce at me. Why was I not aware that grocery shopping was equivalent to war?”

“It’s discount day today, she’s just doing what’s right,” you said, hiding your smile as you unpacked the fridge items. Sylus chuckled and was already helping you organise the groceries into their respective shelves. You shooed him away after a while, telling him to rest (you didn’t want him to mess up your organisation system).

As Sylus wandered into your home, he took in everything as if he were seeing your place for the first time. Sylus had technically been here before, but back then it had been late, the lights were off, and your front door had barely closed before things turned into a blur of kisses and discarded clothes. But now? Now he was really seeing it. The sun touched everything like it was showing off: your plants, your quirky fridge magnets, the soft pillows arranged just how you liked them. Sylus was quiet as he looked around. Reverent, almost. Like he was memorising it.

He ran a hand along your bookshelf. Paused by the photos on your console. Touched the mug with your chipped initials. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Once the last can of soup was stacked and you’d wiped your hands on a towel, you called out, “Sylus—here.” You offered him a glass of water. He took it, his fingers brushing over yours just a little longer than necessary, then set it aside after a sip.

And that’s when you noticed the shift.

He stepped in closer. One hand came to rest beside your hip on the counter. Then the other. And just like that, he’d caged you in–his arms on either side, his tall frame looming close, dark eyes simmering with something slower, warmer. His body heat pressed in, his eyes dark and glinting.

“I was very patient today,” he murmured, voice low, lips brushing your ear.

“Barely,” you whispered back, trying not to smile.

He leaned in, grazing your jaw with his mouth, his tone slipping into a dangerous purr. “You know,” he murmured, voice velvet-smooth, his breath fanning over your jaw, “I behaved all day. Didn’t cause trouble. Didn’t threaten anyone. Didn’t even bite you in the spice aisle. I deserve something sweet now, don’t I?”

Your breath caught.

Then he kissed you. Deep, slow, curling warmth that stole the air from your lungs and made your fingers tighten in his shirt. The kiss grew hotter, his hand finding your waist, yours sliding up his chest. His body pressed against yours, caging you between him and the counter.

His hands were slowly tugging the waistband of your jeans when—

THUMP.

Something heavy collided with Sylus’s feet.

“Wh–What the?!”

Startled, he stumbled back a step. His shoulder bumped the cabinet. Staring up at him with the rage of a thousand suns was a massive, fluffy orange cat. Tail puffed like a warning flare, blue eyes narrowed in betrayal. The cat let out a low, judgmental mrroooww and hissed at Sylus.

Sylus blinked in confusion and shock as you bit back a laugh. Sylus turned his gaze towards you, but you were already leaning down, your voice sweet as you called the cat over,  “Hi Pumpkin, come here.”

Immediately, the snarling little menace transformed into a puddle of affection. He padded over like a lovesick marshmallow, weaving through your legs and purring so hard it vibrated the floor.

Sylus stared in disbelief.

You crouched to scoop him up, and Pumpkin climbed willingly into your arms, nuzzling his head under your chin. He made a little chirrup noise, then reached forward and gently booped his nose against yours.

“I missed you, baby.” You muttered as you nuzzled your face into Pumpkin’s fur.

Sylus gaped. “He tried to kill me and you’re rewarding him?”

You just smiled. “He’s just protective.”

Pumpkin blinked at Sylus from the safety of your arms, smug and purring like a motorcycle.

Sylus narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t the jealous type—really, he wasn’t—but something in his chest was rumbling. Maybe it was his dragon instincts. Maybe it was the sheer audacity of that cat. It’s fine. It’s not like that little terror–Pumpkin was it? –would do much. He’ll just take the hisses and glares and ignore it, like the calm and composed man he is. Right?

It started small.

You were sitting on the couch, Pumpkin curled on your lap as Sylus went to sit besides you. Sylus gestured vaguely toward the cat, then to you. “Wait, sweetie. How have I never seen him before? This is not a small animal. He looks like he could eat three sets of Mephistos.”

“He was at the vet,” you explained, stroking between Pumpkin’s ears. “Check-up. He stayed overnight for observation.”

“Ah.” Sylus narrowed his eyes. “So I didn’t dream this demon into existence.”

You shook your head, cheeks warming. “Nope. Very real. Just… not around that night.”

There was a beat of silence before Sylus smirked, his tone turning deliberately low. “Right. That night.”

You stiffened slightly, cheeks flaring redder. Sylus stepped closer again, his smirk deepening as he leaned in just enough to brush a knuckle under your chin.

“That night…” Sylus echoed, voice thick with amusement. “The one where we didn’t even make it past your hallway. You were practically tearing my shirt off, kitten.” Your face flushed instantly, and you looked away, flustered. Sylus grinned, closing the distance, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

He didn’t get any further.

A low growl interrupted the moment.

Pumpkin—who had apparently been napping with one eye open—shot up, tail flicking, pupils dilated. Sylus instinctively backed off just as the orange menace prepared to pounce.

“Down, soldier,” he muttered under his breath.

You scooped Pumpkin into your arms just in time, cooing softly, “Shh, baby. It’s okay.”

Sylus’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “You're comforting him?”

You pressed a kiss to Pumpkin’s furry head, entirely unbothered. “He gets jumpy when he senses a threat.” Sylus narrowed his eyes. “I’m the threat?”

Pumpkin blinked slowly at him, clearly unrepentant. Sylus scoffed. “Unbelievable. I’ve fought trained assassins who were more welcoming.”

There were more moments like that. Too many, in Sylus’s opinion.

He’d try to slide his arms around you while you cooked—nothing scandalous, just a soft back hug, maybe a kiss to your neck—and BAM. Pumpkin appeared, claws out and hissing like a snake. During dinner, Sylus brushed his fingers along your thigh under the table, only for a furry missile to launch itself between you, knocking over a water glass in the process.

Movie night? Forget it. Sylus would settle in beside you, finally thinking he’d earned a moment of peace, only for Pumpkin to leap up, stare him dead in the eyes, and then physically wedge his fluffy body between you two with the weight and determination of a Wanderer. Hell, a Wanderer was easier to handle than this.

Sylus was patient. Until he decided he’d had enough.

It was the end of the night, you were headed to bed, and he was right behind you like a man on a mission. The moment you stepped into the bedroom, Sylus kicked the door shut and locked it with such speed and finality, you almost laughed—until you saw the look in his eyes. Dark. Heated. Done with being polite.

As you crawled under the sheets, he joined you instantly, curling around you like he belonged there. His hand rested on your waist, fingers flexing slightly as he inhaled your scent. Soft, warm, yours. All the missed opportunities from the day simmered to the surface. Every time he’d reached for you, only to be clawed or glared at by a fuzzy orange menace.

His lips brushed the back of your neck. “Now,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, “where were we?”

His mouth found your skin again, trailing hot, slow kisses down your shoulder. You shivered, your breath catching—

And then.

“MRRRROWWWW!”

A banshee wail echoed through the apartment. Followed by frantic pawing. Sharp. Desperate. Unrelenting. Like someone was trying to break into the room with pure willpower and toe beans.

Sylus cursed under his breath. You sighed and offered a sheepish smile as you turned your head over your shoulder. “Pumpkin always sleeps on the bed…”

Sylus stared at you, slack-jawed, like you’d just told him that you were going to break up with him.

“Of course he does,” he said flatly, rolling onto his back and dragging a hand down his face. “Of course he wants to sleep in this bed with you.”

There was another insistent thump against the door. You giggled as you slipped out of bed to open the door. Pumpkin strutted in like a king returning to his throne, hopped up, and promptly curled between the two of you. Sylus stared at him, utterly betrayed. “…This is war.”

As you slept soundly with Pumpkin curled up with you, Sylus was seething. He wasn’t going to lose you to a thirty-pound fluffball with abandonment issues and a superiority complex. Not like this.

Something had to be done.

And that’s how, one week later, your bedroom door slammed open and Sylus marched in like a man possessed—carrying a sleek, regal-looking Bengal cat in a luxury pet carrier.

You blinked. “Sylus… what is that?”

He set the carrier down like it was sacred cargo, his voice resolute. “Your cat declared war. I’m giving him… a distraction.”

Sylus had brought a girlfriend for your cat.

And that’s also how, later that night, with Pumpkin and his newlady friend preoccupied in the living room—curious meows and soft purring barely audible through the closed door—you finally ended up exactly where Sylus wanted you: writhing under him, his name a breathless chant on your lips.

The cats purred. But in your bedroom, Sylus growled—low and possessive—as he claimed every inch of you, reminding you who’d truly won tonight—one heated kiss, one desperate moan at a time.

His lips trailed fire down your neck, his hands greedy with every inch of you he’d been denied for far too long. The bedroom was dim, warm, breathless.

Outside, the cats got acquainted.

Inside, Sylus made sure you only remembered his name.

His mouth brushed your ear, voice like velvet and fire.

“No more interruptions, kitten. Tonight, you’re mine—every. last. inch.”