“Rest if you’re tired. Cry if you’re sad. Don’t do it if you don’t want to. I’ll be there every step of the way.”
Summary: Sylus can sense something about you has changed, but he can't quite figure it out yet. He knows you so well, mind, body and soul, but this change is something he can’t describe. His dragon instincts are alive with a need to protect you and possess you in every way, more so than normal. His body is recognizing something your mind has not. He has more than a few ways to find out, but it’s you who's least expecting.
TAGS: Sylus x Reader, Husband!Sylus, pregnancy, early pregnancy, he knows before she does, pure fluff, protective instincts, dragon senses, dragon traits, primal behavior, Possessive!Sylus, SoftDom!Sylus, he notices everything, emotional intimacy, gentle touching, kissing
Author’s note: Short one but I still love the idea of this. Sylus would be such a cute dad, and we all know what he’s like as a husband. Imagine how excited he would be if MC had his babies in their current timeline (my headcanon: they had hella dragon babies in their past life). :’) I know I’m a few days behind I will catch up I promise :3
You roll over in bed, tossing and turning, it’s late at night and you’re not sure what time. All that you’re sure of is that you’re wide awake and can’t sleep. Your skin feels cool and then hot, cool and then hot. Frustration is causing you to huff and puff every time you throw your body out of the blanket, then under.
Your devoted husband beside you senses it immediately. He doesn’t touch you, but his voice resonates deep in your chest. A calm shiver running all over.
“Can you not sleep, beloved?” he cooed.
“No…” you whine. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. I can’t sleep no matter how much I try.”
“I’m hot then cold, the way the blanket feels against my skin doesn’t feel right. How can I suddenly be uncomfortable in this perfect bed?” a tear forms in the corner of your eyes. Sylus raises his large hand above the blanket to hold your face and wipe the tear away before it falls.
“I'm sorry, kitten. Could I help you?” he says slyly, implying he knew exactly how to get you to sleep, and you knew he did. His touch, his lips on your skin, his tongue tracing slow, languid circles around your most sensitive spot. But even that sounded harsh and far too hot. You huffed in exasperation again.
“I don’t know.” you’re suddenly about to sob.
“Sweetie, I hate to see you in such distress.” he chuckles, in a soft way. He takes his hand and slides it down your waist. “And your skin… my my, you are on fire. Let me alleviate your discomfort.”
He plants a swift kiss to your shoulder, pulling the strap down your arm softly. You sigh and lean into his gentle touch and desire. He was always so hungry for you, so eager to please you. Every night you found yourself succumbing to his worship of your body, crying out his name into the darkness and through to the daylight. Time runs together when you’re with him. You don’t even have to ask, he always knows you’re ready for bed when you give him that look. He devours you, gets so deep inside you it feels like he’s touching your soul. When he releases, fills you, he leaves a piece of his own soul behind, and it consumes you. You crave it.
You’ve been together for just over two years, but in that time the both of you have grown so madly in love, you’ve become his wife, become his whole entire world. Here, though, in the early hours of the morning, something has changed inside you. Your body is reacting in a way it never has, and he can feel it, too.
“It’s so sensitive… Sy, I don’t think I could handle it right now.” you admit, cheeks flushed and somewhat embarrassed. A whirlwind of emotions and sensations running through you.
Sylus looks concerned and intrigued. He doesn’t mind, of course. He lives to please you, your pleasure is his pleasure. Whatever you want, when you want it, and never more or less. He’s lost in thought for a moment, like he’s pondering something from a long time ago, a dream that's just drifted across his mind. He closes his eyes. He’s felt this way before, he’s seen you like this before, but the memory…it’s fuzzy.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, kitten. Do you think you may be getting sick? If so, I have medicine I can get for you. You can get me sick, too.”
“No, it’s not that…I feel…off.” you say, knowing if it were a virus he would happily contract it so he could make love to you fully the way he enjoys.
“Go on…” Sylus is now moving over your body and hovering on top of you, large and carved biceps on either side of your head. “I’m here.”
“Even my mind feels foggy. You know today I paid for my tea at the market, and walked away from the counter without it? I didn’t realize it until I was already home.” you say, confused. Sylus stifles a small laugh.
“Not funny. I’m serious! I told Tara happy birthday today… Her birthday is in two months… UGH It’s so annoying. My brain isn’t working properly and my whole body hurts, I’m hungry all the time but I want to puke…and I really want you to fuck me, but I think I would have a heart attack if you tried and-”
His fingers softly press to your lips. He smiles and kisses you on the cheek. He trails even more down your neck, sending chills down your spine, cooling your skin more than expected. You let out a heavy sigh, exhausted and muddled.
“First of all, I would do my best to keep your heart rate low. I can go very, very slowly.” he smirks with low eyes but you look at him with a look that disarms him and suddenly turns him serious.
He’s back to pondering. Something clicks in his memory.
“What?” you pry, even in the dark room his face contorted in inquiry was obvious. You wanted to understand what it was he had clearly suddenly understood himself and was looking to confirm.
He doesn’t say anything. His massive upper body moves down yours in a swift but graceful motion. You don’t have the energy to question his motives, you just allow him to envelope you. He puts his hands on your hips, looks up at you like he’s asking for permission. You didn’t know what he was wanting, hovering over your stomach, but he didn’t need permission. You were his, in every way. Alas, your hands on his shoulders let him know you were comfortable.
He turns his chiseled face to the side, kisses your stomach, right below your belly button. You think he might try to devour you through your panties so it wouldn't be so sensitive, but he stops there. He leans his ear down to your stomach. You can feel his body vibrating the way it does when you resonate, the aethercore linked to pieces of you both is drawing power. He’s not using his evol, but his deeper senses. Something primal he would use in his dragon form a thousand years ago. You watch him intently. What is he listening for?
“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing?” You can’t help but smile when he looks up at you. Eyes wild and love blooming in his deep red irises like roses in spring. Sylus, fearless leader of Onychinus and wanted criminal, was looking rather shocked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Kitten… when was the last time you had your period?”
Your heart sinks, and your skin runs cold. You feel the blood rushing to your head briefly. Has it been a month? A few? Could you really be…?
“Sylus, I… I don’t remember. W-what did you hear?” You’re shaking but overwhelmed with excitement at his reaction.
“Oh my love, it is a sound I couldn’t remember until I heard it again in this lifetime.” He kisses your belly over and over. “And now that I know, it fills me with so much joy and pride, my heart will be satisfied in this life and the next.” He climbs up your body quickly to kiss you deeply on the lips, his arms wrapping around you, encasing you in comfort and love. You pull back from his embrace to look at him, his eyes soft, possessive, knowing.
