pookiesylus

[pookiesylus]

I just wrote an entire fic on this 😭😭 here you go hope you enjoy

Miss Mephisto

Okay so imagine that you talk to Sylus one day about how fun it’d be to have a mechanical bird like Mephie. Then one day, he makes you a little Ms. Mephisto, and it’s like a dove or something. So now, Mephisto has a bird wife, and he steals from Sylus’ jewel collection to present shiny jewels to her to win her affection. And you train Ms.Mephisto to bother Sylus like gently pecking him with her beak, or making a nest out of his head. Then one random day, Sylus creates three little mechanical bird babies for Mephisto and Ms. Mephisto to look after all because Sylus knows it would make you happy.

Am I insane?

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Miss Mephisto ✧.*

synopsis: Sylus makes you a mechanical bird companion that ultimately becomes Mephisto’s mate

✧.* Sylus x Reader fluff , but it’s more like Mephisto x His Wife LOL ✧.*

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You lean your chin on your palms as you intently watch your husband, Sylus, make adjustments to the wings of his pet mechanical crow. Gazing at Mephisto causes you to reminisce about the very first times when you had encountered the little bird. Most of the time he was “keeping an eye on you” as Sylus likes to say, but often it just felt like stalking. Sylus would also send Mephisto to deliver gifts to you. It was cute, but the bird would always leave a pile of feathers at your door. He sure has a personality, but you grew to adore him, especially knowing that he’s kept Sylus company all this time.

You lean your head on Sylus’ shoulder, smiling softly at the fond memories. A warmth in your chest. “Mephisto’s a really reliable bird, huh…”

“Well, I did make him that way.” Sylus leans into you, his smile evident in his voice.

“I wonder what it would be like to have a mechanical bird.”

Sylus chuckles deeply. “What do you mean? We have one right here.”

“You know what I mean, like my own bird. I love Mephisto, but he doesn’t always like to listen to me. He only follows your orders. It’s clear I’m not his owner,” you giggle.

He chuckles once again, “Kitten, I purposely programmed him to give you a hard time, I think it’s cute when you struggle with him. But if you want, I’ll reprogram him.”

You tuck your hand under his arm, “No, no it’s okay. I like him this way,” You squeeze his arm gently.” It gives him personality. I was only just wondering what it would be like.”

“Mmm…I understand, kitten,” he hums, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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It’s been a week since Sylus worked on Mephie’s wing. He’s now flying at incredible speeds which in turn has been causing the bird to be much more energetic and playful. In fact, he’s discovered his new favorite toy. Your hair.

“Mephieee, I just washed it today,” you whine. “Where is your master at anyway? He told me he’d be right back.”

Sylus came back into the room with a small pink box in his hand. It was elegantly wrapped with a white ribbon.

“Mephisto,” Sylus says sternly as he approaches the couch you’re sitting on, “that’s enough.” Mephie caws, immediately stopping. “Hands out, I have something for you.”

You obey, leaving your palms facing upward, calmly wondering if you missed a special occasion. Sylus gently places the box in your hands. It feels dense, but fragile.

You carefully unravel the ribbon, and open the box. Inside is a beautifully crafted dove that appears to be sleeping. It’s exterior reminiscent of quartz as the light from the room reflects off of it.

Gently, you scoop your hands under the creature as Mephie perches on your shoulder. The white bird is so still, you wonder if it’s a carved sculpture. But as soon as you lift it up, it begins to rock out of its sleep, gracefully taking in its surroundings as it yawns and stretches. Mephisto cocks his head to one side, leaning in to get a better view.

The dove looks to you and cheerfully chirps. It nuzzles its head into your palm, then looks at you with adoration.

“Oh sweetie…this is for me…?” You look to Sylus who is entertained by the sight. To him, you look like a kid who just got their dream puppy.

“She’s all yours.”

“She’s perfect, Sylus.”

You spend some time getting to know your dove. She’s sweet, gentle and graceful, and she has the cutest chirp. She loves to sit on your shoulder, and nuzzle into your neck as you work, but her favorite spot is Sylus’ head. Somehow, his hair makes the perfect nest, though Sylus mentions that he did not program that.

She lovesss you though, and loves it when you give her little tasks, like fetching things and pecking Sylus’ arm every once in a while to bug him. If you don’t have a task for her, she’ll just sit close by and watch you.

However, you’ve come to learn that she’s quite intimated by Mephisto. Ever since you’ve opened that box, Mephisto has been very curious of her, flying in closely any chance that he has, but every time he does, she’ll hide right behind you. Mephisto will tilt his head, confused as to why she’s hiding from him, but he eventually backs up, watching from a distance. It seems the two birds have not yet warmed up to each other.

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It was a short day, and you had finished work early. So, you figured you’d help Sylus out by cleaning his place up. You asked your little friend to grab a few supplies, like a wash cloth and a feather duster. But as you unlocked Sylus’ jewel display, Mephisto swept in, and grabbed a few of Sylus’ prized jewels.

“Mephisto! Give that back right now!” The crow took off flying quickly into the next room, and perched high on the ceiling fan. “Just wait til Sylus comes home!”

You decided to keep cleaning the display case. As you finish up, Sylus walks through the door, his frame almost as large as the door.

“Cleaning today, sweetie?”

“Yes, but this case is missing a few jewels. It would seem that Mephie wanted to hold them.” You say, nodding towards the thief.

“Interesting…He knows better than to touch them.” Sylus raises his arm, and signals a motion downward. “Mephisto. Come down here. Give me the jewels.”

But Mephsito doesn’t listen. He backs away and caws instead.

“Mephisto.” Sylus says warningly.

With the jewels in his claws, the crow sweeps downwards and lands on the table in front of the dove. She flinches, but remains still as he carefully scatters the jewels from a distance and nudges them towards her with his beak. He hops a few steps back, and caws softly.

The dove slowly approaches the jewels, tilting her head to inspect them. She gently taps them with her beak, and chirps in response. With a soft flutter of her wings, she lands before Mephisto, coming in close to nuzzle her beak against his. Mephie un-stiffens, and nuzzles back.

“Huh...” Sylus says with his arms crossed, and an amused eyebrow raised. “It seems we have two love birds.”

You giggle aloud, making sense of Mephie’s wild behavior. “I guess we aren’t the only ones.”

“Have you thought of a name for her yet?” Sylus says, and you feel an arm wrap around your waist.

“What about Missy, short for Miss Mephisto.”

“Miss…Mephisto…very…original,” he drags out, painfully slow.

“I couldn’t think of any good names, okay! She’s just a cute little missy. Plus, it’s clear they’re married now.”

He lets out a hearty laugh,” I guess you’re right. Missy and Mephisto.”

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Missy and Mephisto have been very lovey-dovey, no pun intended. The two are often cuddled up to each other, scratching the others’ head with their beaks. Many happy caws and chirps can be heard from the nest they built of spare nuts and boltz on Sylus’ shelf. But it soon became too quiet.

“Sylus! Missy has been lying alone in the nest for 3 days now. Is something wrong? Is one of her parts broken? I don’t understand. I’ve been taking good care of her.”

Sylus looks up from his work desk, “Love, relax. She’s probably just resting…or charging for a better word.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want her to malfunction or anything.”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you say, shuffling your way out the door. You feel bad for Missy and Mephisto, but you decide to be patient for a few more days.

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You stir awake to Mephie’s loud caws, and roll out of bed in search of your husband. You eventually find him near the kitchen island with a mug in his hand.

“What’s the ruckus about…” you say lazily, rubbing your eyes open.

“Why don’t you check it out for yourself,” Sylus says with a smirk, handing you a mug that was set on the counter.

You stumble over to the nest. Missy is still sat over the nest, but Mephie is perched on the end, flapping his wings and cawing with declaration.

“What’s up, Mephie?” Mephie caws again, and nuzzles Missy, causing her to shift her weight slightly. It’s then that you notice something poking out from under her.

“What…” gently, you pick up Missy and set her next to Mephisto.

Three tiny mechanical hatchlings chirp, their mouths popping up and down as if waiting for food. One white with a few black feathers, one black with a few white feathers and one gray. The white and black ones are the same size, meanwhile the gray one is much smaller. They each have resembling features of Mephsito and Missy.

“Sylus…did you…do this…?”

“It’s a just little project I’ve been working on. I’m curious to see how learnt behavior differs from programmed behavior in mechanical birds.” He pauses for a few moments, then bursts into laughter, “I’m joking. I thought I’d make you happy.”

You feel him walk up behind, and wrap both arms around you, bringing you into an embrace. He kisses your temple, “Now, Missy and Mephisto have their own little family.”

You turn to him, eyes glossy, “Sylus,” you pout, “they’re so cute…Thank you for this.” Sylus holds you even tighter, your expression tugging at his heart strings. He can’t help, but fold for you. Every. Single. Time. That’s why he does these things. It doesn’t matter how big or small, he’d do anything for you.

He leans in closer, leaning his head against yours, comfort and sweetness in his voice, “Doesn’t it make you want to have a flock of your own…”

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Masterlist! ✧.*

Hi, I'm pookiesylus! I enjoy writing about our pookie Sylus from lads. I mainly write cute domestic fluff, but I've been exploring spicy one shots recently as well!

✧.* fluff ✧.*

❀ Miss Mephisto

❀ Sweet Treat

❀ Counting Crows

❀ Announcing your pregnancy to Sylus

❀ Gaming with Sylus (hc)

❀ First Kiss

❀ Sylus when you’re on your period

❀ Sylus x Singer

❀ Drunk Sylus

✧.* spicy stuff ✧.*

❀ Sylus exploring your body

❀ Aftercare

[pookiesylus]

Okay so imagine that you talk to Sylus one day about how fun it’d be to have a mechanical bird like Mephie. Then one day, he makes you a little Ms. Mephisto, and it’s like a dove or something. So now, Mephisto has a bird wife, and he steals from Sylus’ jewel collection to present shiny jewels to her to win her affection. And you train Ms.Mephisto to bother Sylus like gently pecking him with her beak, or making a nest out of his head. Then one random day, Sylus creates three little mechanical bird babies for Mephisto and Ms. Mephisto to look after all because Sylus knows it would make you happy.

Am I insane?

[pookiesylus]

✧.* sylus exploring your body 👀 18+ ✧.*

(This is my first time writing smut for real. Also, this is way longer than I anticipated. I hope I did okay…)

The first time you and Sylus were intimate, it was pretty vanilla. That isn’t to say the experience was any less enjoyable or heat-inducing. Sylus just wanted to ensure that you were as comfortable as possible. He didn’t want to overwhelm you. He made sure not to go too far even though he was fighting back the racing thoughts of what he could do to you… or what you could do to him.

Ever since that night, Sylus could not stop thinking about you. The way your body fit against his, the way you sang his name. Only a week had passed, but he needed you again. He needed to know more. He needed to explore you. Learn what turns you on, learn your preferences, your sensitive spots.

That evening, he somehow lured you into his bed, perfectly straddled over his lap, and hot from his kiss. It was exactly where he wanted you. Exactly as he had planned.

“Kitten…,” your lips depart, but his quickly grazes your neck, “….I want to try something.”

“And what’s that?” He brings his head up to meet your eyes.

“An experiment,” he says with his mischievous smirk. You slightly tilt your head, unsure of what he could be up to.

“Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it.” His grip on your waist moves down to your hips. He gives them a squeeze. “I’m curious to see how you’ll react when I touch you in…certain areas.”He smoothly cocks an eyebrow, “Are you interested?”

Intrigued, but hesitant in his so-called “experiment”, you nod.

His expression stays soft, but a seriousness flickers in his eyes. “Sorry sweetie, but I need a verbal answer.”

“Yes.”

Sylus smiles softly at the answer, and moves his lips to your neck once again. You feel a heat surfacing your cheeks, and attempt to ignore it. But Sylus, can sense your anticipation. His hands slide down to your backside, and reach your behind. Your eyes roll back as he gives you a light squeeze.

“Mmm…you’re so soft, kitten,” he whispers with pure enjoyment. He continues to feel you with his big hands, grabbing and kneading at your flesh. Without noticing, you slowly begin to rock your hips against him.

His hands slowly snake up your waist, raking up your top as they ascend . You raise your arms up as Sylus pulls it off of you. For a few moments, he’s still, scanning your body, taking it all in. A subtle groan leaves his throat. “I’ll never get over how gorgeous you are.”

His eyes eventually land on your chest.

“Can I touch you here?” His eyebrows lifting slightly, gently.

“Yes…” You answer softly, trying your best not to squirm from his eyes burning into you.

He chuckles, moving his hands to cup your breasts, feeling how they mold perfectly in his hands. “So perfect.” You watch him, noticing just how big his hands and fingers really are. The way he massages is so therapeutic, but it could be more if this padding wasn’t in the way.

“Cute bra, but I’m taking it off,” he says with an amused smirk.

Even without any experience, he unclasps the bra with ease. And like a leaf falling, the bra slowly slides down your arms. Sylus emits a noise almost like a growl. He gazes up at you as if to ask for approval once again. You give him an accepting nod.

He’s quick to feel you again, melding his hands into your skin. This time you can really feel his warmth, and the callous that had built on his hands. He kneads for a moment, but he can’t ignore the feeling of your hardened buds rubbing against his palms much longer.

Carefully, he runs his thumbs over your nipples, catching your eyes to gauge your reaction. You can’t help, but let a moan escape from your lips. Sylus’ eyes subtlety widen, the corners of mouth lifting, “You like that, don’t you, kitten?”

Without a chance to answer, Sylus suddenly lifts you and lays you on your back while mounting over top of you in one swift motion. “There’s more I want to do, but I need better access.”

He kisses your collarbone, then kisses his way down. He stops at one of your breasts, his pupils dilated, eager. “My love…do I have permission to use my mouth?”

Your hand rakes his hair, “Yes, please. I need your touch.”

“Then I shouldn’t keep my kitten waiting.” He lovingly places a kiss on your hardened skin causing your head to roll back. It isn’t long before he starts to play with his tongue, gently flicking and swirling. He hums against you as he sucks, listening to your sweet sounds. “Mmm, that’s my girl.” His mouth warm as he gives attention to the other side.

He drops kisses down your stomach, each and everyone of them burning your skin. He reaches your waistline, and begins to pull your bottoms down as he stands at the edge of the bed.

“Wiggle your hips for me, baby.” It was silly, but you did it anyway, quickly sliding off your bottoms.

The hunger in his gaze seems animalistic as he sees you in only panties. You instinctively rub your legs together, but both of his hands heavily land on both your knees and slowly pries them open, rough enough to shock you. He’s been so calm until now.

“Kitten,” he drops to his knees before you, “Please grant me this…I’ve dreamt of this moment, fantasized this moment…” he pants, a desperation in his voice, “Please…let me taste you.”

How could you deny him, especially when he looked up at you like that, pleading eyes, lips parted. You could tell his body needed you. You were his vulnerability, and he wanted to remind you in every way.

You sat up, and gently grazed the back of his head again. This time, you pulled him in, closer to your core, while the two of you maintained eye contact. This was your way of consenting.

His eyes light up as he moves in closer. His nose just barely rubbing against the fabric as he lays a kiss on you. He’s back to being gentle again, but it’s driving you crazy. “Mmm…Sylus, please,” you squirm against him.

Without question, he slides your panties off, watching your wetness glisten. You bite your lip, bracing for his mouth. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

He licks once…

And again…

And again.

“Kitten, you…you taste like heaven.” He laps up your skin, steady increasing his speed. His tongue moves like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Sylus could not believe how undeniably good you tasted. He didn’t plan to stop anytime soon. He needed more.

He grabbed both of your thighs as he dove deeper, your hips buckling from his movement. “Are you okay?” He checks up on you again.

You nod.

“Good… now be a good girl, and let me make you feel good.”

You moan aloud as he dives into you, his slurping and groaning is very audible. He moves his tongue up and accidentally grazes your clit. Your grip on his hair tightens as you whimper.

“Is this your sensitive spot, kitten?” You nod helplessly while he smiles against your skin, now focusing his mouth solely on your clit. Without warning, he slides two fingers into you.

“Sylus!” Your insides tighten.

“Hm?” He pumps in and out, sucking sweetly on your clit. Your legs rest on his shoulders, as he moves even faster. Arousal begins to build from your core.

“I’m gonna come.” you answer breathlessly.

“Then come for me, baby.”

Sylus continues his efforts, and pushes even deeper. Your hips rock against his face as you reach your high. With a high-pitched whine, you release, legs shaking and threatening to close. Sylus slows his movements, letting you ride out your orgasm, tenderly loving you. Once you finish, he cleans you up, and pulls you straight into his embrace.

“You make a good test subject,” his deep chuckles rumble against your chest.

“Now is not the time for jokes, Sylus,” you laugh while playfully slapping him.

“I hope you’ll let me experiment on you again. There’s so many things I want to try.”

You scoff playfully, “Alright… I’ll be your test subject. Only if you promise that I’ll be your only test subject.”

“Trust me. Your reactions are the only ones worth noting. There’s no one I’d rather test than you.”

[pookiesylus]

✧.* when the eyes do the talking ✧.*

[pookiesylus]

✧.* spicy sylus headcanon time ✧.*

His big, heavy hands are absolutely perfect for massages. He works slow to get deep into your tense knots. He’s such a natural, it feels like heaven. When you’ve had a long day, he’ll massage your shoulders or feet and calves after a long day. When you’re standing next to him, his hands naturally gravitate to your waist and hips. And of course, your more plush part are his favorite to kneed. I honestly think it’s his past-dragon instinct to grab, and put his hands on everything, and that includes you.

But it doesn’t end there.

He also owns a massage table (I mean, what doesn’t he have), so that he can be very thorough and give you a full body massage (yes, oil included). Sometimes, he’ll ask you to put on nothing, but a robe, and we know where that goes.

He also allows you to have your fun, and play the masseuse. Nothing feels nicer than running your hands over his hard back muscles lathered in oil. You sit, straddled over his waist. When you massage deep, he can’t help, but groan. He doesn’t say it aloud, but you know his body’s super tense from all the work that he does.

“Mmm…You’re really going deep, aren’t you, kitten?”

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Should I write a fic about this? I don’t really write smut, but I’m tempted… 👀

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Sylus Headcanon: He acts like a dad ✧.*

- He loves dad jokes. Even if they don’t hit, he’ll just softly chuckle to himself. He just finds them extremely funny. Imagine him just laughing at Facebook memes.

- he’s ridiculously slow when he gets up from sitting down, or he walks incredibly slow like everything hurts (unless something urgent is happening). I wouldn’t blame him for being sore considering what he does, but he sure likes to take his good old time.

- He sneezes rarely, and when he does it’s loud. On that note, I think he would snore moderately loud too.

(I may add more to this later because I think that’s there is so much more!)

[pookiesylus]

✧.* “Sweet Treat” sylus x reader fluff ✧.*

“Can we go to the convenience store?” You say, lounging in Sylus’ arm chair around midnight, your legs propped over his while he polishes his new, fancy weapon.

Sylus furrowed his eyebrows with a gentle smile, slightly confused, but also slightly amused. “What’s at the convenience store, sweetie? We conveniently have everything here.”

“I know…” you guiltily shuffle. Sylus knows your favorite snacks. He always keeps your little corner in his cabinet full, but today, you were craving something else. “There’s a new dessert I wanna try, and it’s only at the convenience store.”

Realistically, Sylus could send the twins or Mephisto to go pick it up, but where’s the fun in that?

He places the piece down, and looks up at you. “Well…what are we waiting for?”

“Yes!” You excitedly get up. Meanwhile, Sylus stands up slowly, admiring your cute expression.

“Let’s go, cutie.” He grabs your hand, but halts at the door. “I should probably change first.”

You look down and realize Sylus is still wearing the soft pajama pants you bought him recently. They’re pink with cute kittens sprawled all over. He teased you at first, but you noticed he started to wear them more and more. Perhaps, they really are that comfortable.

“Why? It’s just a quick trip.”

“Kitten, the big, bad leader of Onychinus can’t be seen wearing pink, kitten pajama pants at the local convenience store.”

Your lips curl into a mischievous smile, “If anything, it’s a disguise. No one will even consider that you are the leader of Onychinus.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He chuckles, looking down at you. “You win this time.” The both of you still hand in hand as you make it down to his garage.

Sylus starts up his motorcycle, specifically the one you designed in pink and black. He slips a helmet on your head.

“Make sure you hold on tight.” He reminds you as he hops onto the bike.

“I know, I know. You tell me every time.” You say, following him.

“I have to, darling.”

You do as he says, and hold on tight to him. Who wouldn’t, when his back muscles are so defined. They make the perfect pillow as you lean against him. You zoom through the city, the midnight air feeling fresh as always.

The trip to the store was very quick. Sylus helps you off, and follows you into the store. The bright packaging of the dessert immediately catches your attention. You hurriedly grab two, and buy them before Sylus could.

“Hah! Beat you to it.” You say, sitting at the table just outside of the store, Sylus sitting a crossed from you.

“Sure.” He chuckles lightly.

“Here.” You hand him one. He looks a bit surprised only because his main priority was getting you the dessert, so he wasn’t expecting one. “Let’s try it together.”

He watched you take the first bite, your eyes lighting up with pleasure. He can’t help, but be curious about how this cheap dessert can make you so happy.

You watch him take the first bite, his face in confusion from the initial taste. But by the second bite, his eyes have a newfound brightness.

You enjoy the sweetness of your treat. Half way through, you look up to see that he’s already finished his. You smile to yourself.

After finishing yours, you stand up. “Mmm.. That was so good.” You go to grab Sylus’ hand only for it to be occupied with a paper bag.

“Hm? What’s that?”

Sylus opens it for you to see about 10 of that same dessert stacked in the bag “I bought it when you weren’t looking. So, actually, I beat you to it. Need to keep your stash up to date.”

You giggle aloud as you take his hand, “Let’s go home you silly goose.”

“Alright,” he chuckles, “Let’s go home.”

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Sylus aftercare (fluff with smut themes) ✧.*

Your breathing patterns match up as the both of you ride out your high. His head buried deep in your neck as his thrusts slow down. He eventually comes to a stop, still in you, leaving sweet kisses on your neck, down to your collarbone.

Gently placing a kiss above your chest, he looks up at you,” You were so good for me, sweetie. Your eyes instinctively shy away from him, realizing what you had just done with Sylus.

“Don’t be shy now,” he lightly chuckles with amusement, “I’ve already seen it all.” His eyes travel down to where your bodies meet, a gentle admiration. “I’m going to pull out, okay?”

You nod.

You both watch as Sylus slowly slides out, the aftermath of your love spilling onto the sheets “We’ve made quite the mess, kitten.” He kisses your cheek, smirking against it. As the tip slides out, you wince, a slight pain from Sylus’ sheer size. His grip on your thigh tightens slightly.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head to not worry him. “Only a little bit.”

He sighs.

“I’m sorry, kitten….” He looks down, frowning softly, upset to have ever hurt you.

You gently place your hand along his cheek, smiling reassuringly, “It’s okay, baby. If anything, the pleasure outweighs the pain.” You playfully wink.

He softly smiles back. “I’m glad,” he says, a hint of pride and relief in his gaze, as he gradually pushes himself up.

“Oh- Where are you going?”

“Stay there. I’ll be right back, kitten.” Sylus heads for his master bathroom, and soon returns with a wet rag in his hand. He stands before you, taking in the sight.

“Open your legs for me.”

Confused, you hesitantly shift your legs apart.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, pulling your hips, so you’re on the edge of the bed. “I just want to clean you up.” He gently presses the rag against your aching skin. It’s warm and soothing, especially after the session you just had.

“Mmm…” You throw your head back. Sylus can’t help, but watch your blissful expression as he careful wipes, cleaning the surrounding area.

“There. All clean.”

He swiftly picks you up, princess-style. “Now, you need to go pee,” he says with a tilt of his head. Your eyes widen from the sudden movement. Sylus places you down in the bathroom, and closes the door, giving you privacy to pee. When you return to the bedroom, he’s placing new sheets on the bed. He meets your eyes,” Can’t have my kitten sleeping on wet sheets.” His lips curling softly.

You slowly approach him“ Can’t have my sleep without my Sylus.” You grin, dragging him into to bed with you. He pulls you close to his chest, kissing your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, my kitten.”

“Sweet dreams, my Sylus.”

[pookiesylus]

Sylus who just finished up work, opens the door to see you in bed staring at the ceiling.

“Kitten,” Sylus says warningly. “Why are you still awake?” He notices your new pajamas with cute, scattered crow designs.

“I can’t fall asleep,” you sigh hopelessly, “I think I’ve tried everything; white noise, no noise, magnesium.”

“My poor kitten…” He brushes the hair out of your face, finding your pout cute. “Have you tried counting crows?” He says as he sneaks himself into bed, pulling you in towards his chest.

“Crows?” you playfully scoff. “Isn’t it sheep?”

“Last time I checked, it’s crows.”

You giggle, “Are you sure?”

“Look. I’ll show you. Turn around.” You feel a soft tap of Sylus’ finger on your back, as he points at one of the crow designs. “One crow.”

He drags his finger along your back, tapping another one. “Two crows.”

He gentle rakes his fingers up and down your back causing your body to go lax. You expect another finger to land on the third crow, but you instead feel his soft lips land on your back, the fabric thin enough to make a difference. “Three crows.”

A kiss on your shoulder. “Four crows.”

You turn to him,” There’s no crow there.”

“Shh… not important kitten,” he whispers as he continues to sprinkle kisses along your shoulder. “Five crows.” He whispers before leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m even counting the crows for you.” He chuckles softly. “Just listen to my voice and relax. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.”

“Good girl.”

“Six crows.” Another kiss.

“Seven crows.” Another kiss.

“Eight crows…”

“Nine…crows…”

Ten…

Where were we again…?

Oh…

It seems you’ve fallen asleep in Sylus’ arms.

[pookiesylus]

the way I’d give this man dragon babies

WHO SAID THAT

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Announcing your pregnancy to Sylus ✧.*

You and Sylus have been quite…”active” recently. Sylus has been trying a new workout routine, and let’s just say, it’s really been showing results.

The morning after a night of “cardio” with Sylus, you decide to get a proper pregnancy test done at the hospital just to be safe. They run some tests, you pee in a cup, and…

“You’re pregnant.”

You freeze, heart racing as you cycle through an array of emotions from the doctor’s words. Your hand slowly grazes over your stomach as a new warmth flowers in your heart. A baby. Your baby…

Sylus’ baby.

Your eyes widen, “I have to tell Sylus!”

Given how observant and sharp Sylus is, he’d be able to figure it out no matter how hard you’d try to hide it. He knows your behaviors, your scent, and he knows when it changes. In order to surprise him with this news, you’d have to tell him today.

After leaving the hospital, you head to the mall remembering that one children’s store you and Sylus would always pass. The same one that elicits Sylus to make teasing comments like,” Want to shop in there, kitten? If you want, I’ll give you a reason to.”

Now here you are, and it seems that Sylus did in fact give you a reason to shop here.

You looked around for an outfit that would be cute for the announcement, but they didn’t have much of a selection. That was until you found a baby-sized leather jacket, almost identical to the one Sylus owns. Though it’s not very comfortable looking, it will do for your purposes.

Once you got home, you find Mephisto on his perch, and tell him your master plan. As soon as you finish, the door unlocks.

There he was.

The father of your child, wearing that same leather jacket.

“There’s my girl.” He slowly walks in. Cups your face, and kisses you tenderly.

“Is something wrong?” he says noticing the anticipation in your eyes.

“No, nothing’s wrong, but I do have a surprise for you.”

“I always like your suprises.”

You gently grab his wrist, and guide him to sit on the couch. You sit down next to him.

“Mephisto,” You nod at the little mechanical bird. Sylus smiles and tiles his head, finding your silent gestures adorable.

“Sylus, put your hands out.”

Mephisto who flew to the next room over, now carries a jumbled ball of leather. Sylus slightly squints unable to make out what’s in his beak.

“Did you shrink your clothes in the dryer, Kitten?” he chuckles deeply. You nudge him teasingly.

Mephisto softly bows, dropping the ball of leather before Sylus’ hand. You can see his realization materialize as he unravels the jacket.

He goes quiet, and looks at you.

His eyes searching for answers.

“Sylus,” you stand up in front of him, while holding his hands. “I’m pregnant,” you say, eyes brimming with nervousness and joy.

He gazes up at you. Awestruck.

He swiftly stands up, sweeping you off your feet, twirling you around, then pulling you in closer than you’ve ever been before.

His eyes sparkle as he looks down onto you. “We’re really going to have a baby, sweetie?”

“Mhm,” you hum, the tears finally streaming down.

“Oh, Kitten…”

Sylus meets your lips, your worlds colliding. He dips his head into your neck, letting out a huff from his unexplainable emotions.

You lift his head up.

Tears.

This is the first time you’ve ever seen tears from Sylus’ eyes.

As you move your hand to wipe them away, Sylus pulls your face in, only inches from his.

“Y/N. I swear that I will always protect you. Both of you. I'll keep you both safe, no matter what. Even if the whole world turns upside down, I'll stand between you and anything that tries to hurt you. I just—“

"I Iove you so much,” he kneels down, laying a kiss on your tummy. “And I love our baby too.”

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Video Games with Sylus ✧.*

Minecraft/ Farming Games

- Sylus would be incredibly resourceful, and have dozens of organized chests full of useful items. He knows exactly what each item does and where to find it.

“I’m building us a stronghold, sweetie.”

“Give me your sword, sweetie. I have unbreaking III.”

- He appreciates the touches you add to the base. Without your help, it wouldn’t be as homey.

“I like the flowers, kitten.”

“Kitten, come help me. Your bunny’s on top of my chest.”

Competitive/First Person Shooters

- Sylus usually play the strategist roles, lurking around corners, setting up tripwires and bombs to ambush the enemy. However, he’ll occasionally do the exact opposite, running straight into danger to take down the entire team in one go.

- He also always has the money to buy the weapons you request.

“Go to A, I’ll flank them, kitten.”

“You’ve got it. I’m right behind you.”

He doesn’t rage loudly, but sometimes you’ll catch him grumbling or swearing under his breath the moment an enemy kills you. That’s when he really locks in.

“Now they’re just asking to die.”

Mario/ Platformer Games

- He never takes off without you, and is always in close proximity. If you’re stuck in an area or on a puzzle, he’ll patiently wait, offering a hand only if you want it. If there’s a power up that he knows you like, he won’t touch it, silently waiting for you to get it first.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Racing games/ GTA

- Sylus has the nicest, most expensive car in the game. It’s sleek, elegant and smooth. He’s so good at driving that crashing is almost impossible.

- In GTA, he’s living a life almost identical to his in the N109 zone. He’s the guy everyone goes to, but knows not to mess with. He owns every weapon, and the largest mansion in the entire server, but he has the most fun when he’s playing you.

“Kitten, you can’t just park your car in the middle of the road.”

“It’s okay. I’ll buy a new one.” (After you accidentally crash his car).

[pookiesylus]

Just thinking about how Sylus would love it if you sang for him, even just casually. Maybe you’re cleaning or riding in his car, humming or singing to a song. He just adores your voice, and the way you carry melodies. It makes him want to melt.

Maybe it’s just me, but I find this, and his appreciation for music so beautiful especially as a singer, it warms my heart. I can just imagine singing with him, your voices intertwining, a vibration that only belongs to you two.

[pookiesylus]

✧.* First Kiss with Sylus ✧.*

(Sylus x Fem Reader)

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At this point in your relationship with Sylus, Luke and Kieran could swear that the both of you were dating, but every time they bring it up, you deny it since it hasn’t been made official yet. You waited for Sylus, but in a way Sylus waited for you, not wanting to rush anything, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. The flirting and bickering was fun, but you were starting to wonder when this was going to be official.

You were having a pretty busy week, and finally made it to your apartment after a long day only to realize that you left your key inside and locked yourself out. You called the first person that came to mind.

Ring…Ring…

“Please pick up.”

“Need something, Kitten?”

“Sylus!” Thank goodness. “I’m locked out of my apartment. I don’t know if you’re busy, but it would be really great if you could help me out right now.”

He could sense the desperation in your voice. “Relax sweetie, I’ll be there.” You finally exhale the breath you unconsciously held in.

“Wait for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

You sat next to the door, and made yourself comfortable. Sylus soon arrived, taking his motorcycle helmet off as he approached your place.

“You look like a stray kitten right now,” he laughs.

You make a slight pout.

“I’m kidding,” he chuckles. “Next time you get locked out, just come to my place.” He says in a joking manner, but you could tell he was absolutely serious.

He kneels down and gets straight to work, pulling out various tools to loosen the lock. A few minutes in, you notice a bead of sweat form on his forehead. You wipe it away for him. He looks up at you, but doesn’t say anything.

“There. This should work,” he says as he swiftly gets up.

He turns the knob, and the door opens smoothly, almost like it’s inviting him in.

“Thank you, Sylus! You’re a lifesaver.”

He softly smiles, watching as your eyes light up. “I don’t know about a lifesaver,” he jokes again. “But, you’re welcome.”

“Sylus, please come in. Let me make you tea or something.” You subconsciously grab his hand and guide him in. He allows you to move him. You leave him at your couch, and scurry away to make tea.

“Thank you again. I really appreciate it.” You say placing the tea on the coffee table.

“Don’t sweat it, Kitten.” Sylus wasn’t used to you expressing this much gratitude.

You look up to find his eyes glued to you. Taken aback from his gaze, you accidentally trip over his foot, and land in his lap. You both freeze for a moment, taking each other in.

For some reason, you felt the need to “thank” him again, to show him how much you care, show him how much he means to you. But you soon realized, it was more than just the door getting fixed. You wanted to show how much you loved him.

Before you could second guess yourself and before Sylus could react, you cupped his face, moved in quickly, and softly pecked his surprisingly soft and tender lips. You slowly backed away to see his response.

He froze. Eyes slightly widened. You sometimes would catch the leader of Onychinus off guard, but never like this.

He was in awe.

But it wasn’t long before hungry grew in his eyes.

He grabbed your waist, and flipped you over, placing your back on the couch. He caged his hands around you, towering over you momentarily before crashing his lips onto yours.

His lips danced with an intense desire, but stayed sweet and gentle. He was passionate, but kissed slow and deep. To you, it felt like he had been waiting centuries for this moment. Like he had been needing you for centuries, craving you for centuries.

After a while, you slowly depart from each other’s lips, only inches apart, a small pant from both of you.

“Y/N,” His hand still caressing the back of your neck.

“Hm?” You say, still shaken from what just happened.

“Be my girlfriend.” It was a demand and a question. “Please.” You catch a rare spark of desperation in his eyes.

You cup his now warm, slightly-blushed face. “Of course,” You kiss his nose, giving him a soft, reassuring smile.

He lets out a sigh of relief, but quickly recenters himself.

“Now…” he brings you back into his lap, your arms draped around his neck.

“May I kiss my girlfriend again?” he says with his newfound pride of you being his girlfriend and of him being your boyfriend.

“You may.”

[pookiesylus]

✧.* Sylus when you’re on your period ✧.*

(I’m on my period, and I need Sylus rn)

Notes:

- His dragon nesting instincts tend to come into play. First he’d toss you into bed with the softest blanket he could find along with your favorite plushies. He would play some soothing music or put on a show you like. He’d prepare tea, and leave it by your bedside. Basically, Sylus would collect any little thing in order to make the most comforting and safe environment for you.

- He wants to be your personal heating pad. He doesn’t mind grabbing one for you, but he’d much rather use his own body heat. (“It’s much more convenient this way, kitten.”) He likes to massage your abdomen with his hand, but he’s also very new to this type of care. So, he makes it known that his whole body is free real estate. Whether you want a massage, a cuddle session, or you just want to squeeze his arms when your cramps surface, Sylus is readily available.

- He does his research looking into the many ways to alleviate your discomfort, but he also studies you, taking your preferences into account. He pays attention to what pad or tampon brand you always get. He notices the snacks you tend to crave, and is always stocked up on them. Sometimes he senses your period before you even know it’s coming.

Scenario:

Sylus had picked you up from work, after you sent him many messages about how bad your cramps were. He carried you princess-style and took you to his nearest place of residence. Once he set you on the warm bed, you fell asleep shortly after.

After a few hours, you shook awake, a little disoriented from the new setting, despite its welcome atmosphere. The memory of Sylus carrying you there almost felt like a dream.

You slowly get up in search of Sylus, but find a red trail on the sheets.

“Ugh. I stained it.”

Your eyes travel to the nightstand where a set of lounge clothes is folded.

“Thank goodness.”

You change out of your tight work clothes and into the much more comfortable clothes Sylus left you.

You set back off to search for Sylus. The moment you make it to the hallway, a rich, delicious aroma hits your nose. You follow it to find him in a well-decorated kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

“There’s my tired girl.” He looks to his side, his hands still busy.

“Sylus?” You guiltily shuffle your feet and hug his waist from behind.

“Yes, Kitten?” He hums.

“I might have stained your sheets. I’m sorry.” You say hiding your face into his back.

He doesn’t answer and just chuckles.

“What?” You reply in confusion.

“You’re cute. That’s all.” He chuckles again,” I’ll wash them.”

You look up at him from the side. “Wait. That’s not fair. Let me do something. You’ve done so much for me.”

He looks down and smirks at you. “Then you can reward me.”

“Reward?”

“You can reward me with a date once you feel better. Then it’ll be fair, right?”

“Okay…” You answer softly.

“Don’t feel guilty, kitten. You’re the one in pain.” He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Now, why don’t you go sit on the couch. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He directs his eyes back to what he’s cooking.

“I don’t want to. I want to be here.” You say, still glued to his back.

“So…” He says inquisitively. “When my kitten’s on her period, she likes it when I’m near her at all times. Noted.”

“I guess you’re stuck with me tonight.” You giggle.

“I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you every night.”