#dragon!sylus

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WDYM NO KISSES???

[yeeterboi420]

Dragon! Sylus with human darling brain rot drabble again.

Dragons dont exactly kiss per say. Long snoots normally dont uh. Yknow. So they knock heads- soft headbutts, nuzzles, content soothing rumbles deep from their chests. going back to dragons being oversized cats again. dragons not understanding what kissing is and is so very very confusing at his human's weird grooming technique that frankly does NOT clean him well at all (he huffs and pouts abt it but finds it endearing that they try) and very very sad that he mate recoils from his headbutts and love bumps and rubs the spot of contact. What did he do wrong?? Why mate no reciprocate?? He gets huffy. Broody. He must not be a good enough mate. He's gotta step up his game. He gets bolder- large meals and hunts- larger jewels- fluffier blankets- even going as far as leaves, foliage, flowers bouquets tied with pearls and silk strings- (he saw a human male give one to a lady, surely that must be their way of courting) He literally starts peacocking, flaring out, making himself bigger, flexing with simple movements, his wings that normally stay tucked against his back in the cave as to not hit anything- they puff up, stretching out, making himself bigger, casting shadows over the walls with the dim glow of the firelight- lavender and vanilla burning in the pit instead, purposely soothing scents. Eventually its gotta work right???

[stargirlygirl]

tw- he's eating you out while you're menstruating (ain't no other way to say it, i'm afraid)

apparently, female dragons don't have periods. you didn't know that until dragon!sylus was holding you by the shoulders, bright eyes searching for the source of your pain. when you told him you were fine, that it was just your period, his confusion was perplexing.

"what do you mean you don't know what a period is?!" you exclaim, struggling in his arms. your dragon strides over to your bed with you strung over his shoulder. he's deemed a physical examination necessary.

placing you down, your back against warm furs and thick quilts, dragon!sylus brushes your hair back with his fingertips.

he cups your face and says, "if you won't tell me where you're hurting, then i'll find it myself." his smirk makes your insides feel mushy, or maybe that's the constant physiological punch to your gut.

"i told you, i'm on my period! you know...!" he doesn't know. he really doesn't, for if he did, he wouldn't be holding your forearm and analysing your complexion like it might provide him with the answer he seeks. leaning down, the pink tip of his tongue darts across your skin.

"sylus!" you squeak.

he comments, "your temperature is hotter than usual." another lick, this time to your inner elbow. "i can smell your blood." it's almost a growl.

you pout. "that's because i'm menstruating!" dragon!sylus raises your arm and pushes it back, your fingers tickling your hair as more of your flesh is exposed. his nose trails down your upper arm, steadily approaching your armpit.

"no, don't—!" he licks your sweat. "sylus! stop it right now!" his brows draw together, and his lips part, tongue sliding against the roof of his mouth, truly sampling your flavour. perhaps he found something he didn't like. that's why you shouldn't go around licking people's sweat.

and you're about to tell him as much when he asks in a baffled tone, "what is this menstruation you speak of?" the beginning of a long explanation.

glittering jewels cast golden light over your dragon as he shifts about your body, intently listening while sniffing here and licking there. upon mentioning your cramps, his palm comes to your lower tummy.

"here?" he asks, curiously. you nod and relax into the heat of his hand. dragon!sylus observes your reaction carefully, decoding everything from your sleepy smile to your chest rising with deep breaths.

"what do you need from me, sweetie?" shifting his hand to the side, your dragon lies his head on your tummy. he gazes up at you, watching as your head lifts and you look down.

"you're heavy."

"tell me something i don't know." he smirks.

you grumble, "i just did!" his laugh rumbles in his chest, vibrating on pelvis. you squirm beneath, suddenly uncomfortable with how close he is to your... self-made blood bath. the cloth you have soaking up the mess must be drenched by now, seeing as you've had it on for hours.

"i need to clean up," you mutter when dragon!sylus stubbornly refuses to get off. instead, he grabs your hips firmly and pulls you back to him.

"i can do that." you don't have any fight left in you to stop your dearest from flinging your legs over his shoulders and prying at your coverings.

you groan as he unravels the sticky cloth, "it's gross, though. i'm really gross right now. i don't want you to see." you attempt to grab his claws, but he shakes off your frail hands.

the air is cool, but his breath is unbelievably hot, ghosting over your bloody mess. he licks his lips.

"sylus, i'm warning you. you can't ingest that. it'll make you sick!" he shakes his head in disbelief as he chuckles, finding your enthusiasm particularly amusing.

composing himself, smug smirk on his full lips, he drawls, "oh, really?" you nod frantically, hoping to convince him of the dangers that come with sharing blood.

dragon!sylus goes on, "well, i'll have you know that this is how dragons care for their wounded—"

"but i'm not wounded!" you interrupt.

he dismisses your sentiment with, "let me take care of you, kitten. this is the way i know best." without further ado, he dives in. your dragon starts at the perimeters, catching all the blood that's stained your inner thighs. his tongue laps closer to your bloody slit, causing your hips to buck.

one cocky glance from him, and your face is burning up. you lie back and brace for impact. his nose bumps your swollen clit. you draw in a sharp breath. everything down there feels so sensitive, near painful. you want to enjoy this, but what if—

"sylus!!" you nearly scream as his thick tongue glides up through your folds. gazing down, you notice the blood glistening on his lips, which are curved into a big grin. oh, he likes this.

dipping back down, your dragon sucks on your folds, one at a time, to really savour you in this helpless state. though your blood is more viscous than usual, dragon!sylus has no objections. if anything, this new discovery makes your intimacy all the more exciting.

when he finally circles your clit with his tongue, you latch onto his silver locks for stability.

"fuck, go slower! please, sy, just—ah!" he sucks harshly.

you mewl, "less pressure, please! it hurts!" your breasts heave, breath coming in short pants as you adjust to his rhythm. he heeds your pleas and rolls his tongue over your sensitive bud with greater care. the feeling is jarring at first, but you eventually melt into the pleasure. it's tinged with sudden strikes of pain, but that only adds to the ecstasy.

you must dripping onto the furs below with the mess dragon!sylus is making of you. that'll be a struggle to get out later. but you couldn't care less as you move your hips in time with his ministrations. your wriggling has your dragon grinning into your cunt, purring as you pleasure yourself on his tongue.

it all happens so quickly, the knot coiling in your stomach. you don't even have time to bask in it before the pleasure crashes down upon you. with barely contained screams, you release on his tongue. your hands pull and push at his hair, dragging him closer, only to push him away as he keeps licking.

"sylus! i can't! i can't, it's too much," you cry out. bending your knees, you plant your feet on his shoulders and try to shove him off. key word: try. not even that can budge him from your pussy. dragon!sylus remains hellbent on lapping up your... whatever the fuck. it's not just cum, but it's blood and discharge and clots and everything else your vagina expels at this time of the month.

nonetheless, he wants to consume it all. who said greed was a bad thing?

once your dragon has finally had his fill, he climbs up your body and embraces you tenderly. he scratches softly at your scalp, earning a sweet sound from you.

you both remain like that until you've caught your breath. now, dragon!sylus will clean you up the human way. that is, with a bath and then a hearty meal afterwards to replenish your strength.

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[nekoashiii]

your dragon sylus is my absolute favorite ever. I especially love the part where he scent marks the trees around the cottage ahh he’s so lovely. how do you think he would react if men show up at your door?

Pairing: dragon!sylus x reader

Notes: Eat dragon sylus lovers, I made more

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The bracelet must have slipped off your wrist sometime during the storm. You hadn’t even noticed—your fever had consumed every ounce of attention, and Sylus had refused to let you so much as take a step outside until your strength returned. Still, the moment you spotted your bare wrist, something tightened in your chest.

It had been a simple thing—woven with beads, feathers, and a tiny polished stone Sylus had gifted you after his first hunt for you. He never said much, but you knew what it meant to him. And to you, it was a promise of a good future.

You didn’t know it had been found.

Not until a low, rumbling growl echoed through the den like distant earthquake .

You stiffened. You were seated beside the fire, wrapped in Sylus’s massive fur pelts, reading a weathered book he’d found at some long-lost ruins. When the growl came again—closer, sharper—you stood slowly, your hand reaching toward the cave wall for support

“Sylus?” you called, voice soft but uncertain.

No answer. Just the scrape of claws against stone.

Then, you heard something unexpected—a voice. A human voice.

“Hello? I… I mean no harm. I found this near the river trail and—”

The knight’s voice was young, unsure. His words were muffled by the heavy ferns and trees that lined the forest’s border. He hadn’t dared come too close, yet. But he was close enough.

Far too close for anyone’s comfort.

Sylus’s presence surged like a storm. The air grew heavier, warmer, dangerous. You turned just in time to see him descending from the higher ledge of the den, red eyes glowing like dying embers, wings twitching with restrained fury.

“Sylus—wait,” you breathed, already stepping toward him.

But it was too late.

The trees outside screamed with the sound of splitting bark and flapping wings. Sylus vanished in a blink, launching into the air with such force that dirt kicked up in his wake. You could still smell his scent—smoke, cedarwood, and something ancient—burning through the forest.

⸻

Outside, at the forest edge,

The knight hadn’t even stepped over the first marker—the one tree carved with deep claw marks and a dark, tar-like resin oozing from the wounds. It reeked of beast territory, of death.

But the knight was naive. Young. Perhaps new to his patrol. Maybe he thought it was just a bear’s territory. Or a wolf pack.

He realized the mistake only when the sky darkened, and a massive, scaled body dropped from the canopy above with a deafening thud.

Sylus landed before him, wings fanned wide, eyes narrowed into glowing slits. His horns curved like twin blades, and his chest rumbled with low, bone-chilling sound. Smoke slipped from his mouth and nose—not fire, yet, but a warning.

The knight stumbled back, dropping the bracelet onto the mossy ground. “I-I wasn’t trespassing! I swear! I just—there was a bracelet—someone might’ve—!”

Sylus didn’t answer. He took one slow, heavy step forward, tail dragging deep grooves in the earth. The scent he had laced these woods with his claim, his warning hung in the air.

You were his. This place was his. And no one came near either without consequence.

The young knight flinched when Sylus leaned down, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent. Not of the knight—but of the bracelet. Of you.

His claws twitched.

The dragon in him knew. It belonged to his mate. And this human—however innocent—was holding it.

Sylus let out a hiss, hot and sharp, and the trees around him seemed to wilt from the smoke

The knight had enough sense to drop to one knee. “I swear, I meant no harm. I thought it might belong to someone who… who lives nearby.”

Sylus’s eyes bore into him like burning coals. He could have incinerated him. Ripped him apart. But instead, he plucked the bracelet from the earth with deadly care, wrapping it in one scaled palm before turning sharply.

He left no parting words, only a sound that sounded almost like a growl of warning and a flick of his tail to the tree barks that knocked leaves from trees.

The knight didn’t linger.

Back at the den, You felt him return before you saw him. The heat rose, the wind shifted, and then he was there, ducking through the cave’s entrance, wings folding in as he loomed into the firelight.

“Sylus…” you whispered.

He didn’t speak. He only walked to you, slowly, deliberately, as if making sure you were okay. Then he knelt before you, massive form coiled tight to make himself smaller, less beast and more man.

In his hand was your bracelet—cleaned, warmed by his fire, glinting in the glow.

Your heart squeezed as your mood turned upside down with joy. “You got it back!”

He pressed it into your palm, then leaned forward until his forehead touched yours. His voice came low, gravel-rough.

“Tell if you lose something. Anything. Ever.”

You blinked, startled by the possessiveness in his tone.

“The man—he didn’t mean harm.”

“I don’t care,” he growled, quiet and firm. “He smelled like you. He stood near what is mine.”

Your cheeks flushed, but your hand slid into his without fear.

“You didn’t hurt him, did you?”

A pause. “No.” Then, a beat later— “…This time.”

You smiled, slipping the bracelet back onto your wrist. “Thank you.”

His eyes softened just a touch. Then he pulled you into his chest, wrapping wings around you like a comfortable blanket. His claws flexed protectively along your back.

You were safe here, With him

[terriblesoup]

Imagine Sylus and mc getting invited by Tara to her new house, and the theme of the party is outfits you never find places to wear, and Sylus wears a normal suit but lets his tail and wings and horns wild as his "costume", and people compliment it well about how detailed and beautiful it is, so he finds comfort in wearing them freely without invoking fear, at least for one night in a lifetime.

[dearstvrcress]

tw: …headbutting sy, this is suggestive towards the end bc sylus seduces me

dragon!sylus knew there would be very obvious differences between your cultures. a human and a dragon. humans didn’t have the wings or tails to communicate micro expressions–something he had to pay attention extra hard for

it’s inevitable really, spending so much time together and entering a relationship long after. you were bound to pick up each others mannerisms and habits along the way. dragon!sylus finds himself cradling your smaller hands, lips pressing kisses against your lovely skin

you displayed your own version, face nuzzling against his own and his neck like you were trying to scent him, your hands subconsciously raking through his hair and down his back, fingers scratching scales and cleaning the earth from his skin

all these things and more was just the progression of your relationship and you both felt that trickle of pride when you realized the other was doing something of your own. but there was one thing dragon!sylus never expected you to do. headbutt him when you were frustrated at him

.ᐟmore under cut.ᐟ

dragon!sylus watched your stiff movements. the muscles on your back tight, fingers tightly curled around furs before you practically slammed them onto the ground–something that made his body still. he never liked you standing in your nest with that look on your face

dragon!sylus could feel the frustration roll off of you in crashing waves. that heat that slowly builds and encompasses your body. the skin between your brows furrowed, his sharp eyes watch as your eye lightly twitches

he knows humans have big feelings and that they tend to keep them inside, much to his chagrin. he waits for you to speak first, waits for you to express yourself on your own time, for you to come to him. so he hovers near the edge of the nest, tail stiff and still behind his back, his body isn’t hunched but he’s not standing tall

it was a silly argument, nothing serious enough for raised voices or terse words but one that feels like the icing on the cake. that hot streak of misplaced irritation about something small, something you can’t even remember right now. maybe you stubbed your toe on a stray crown, woke up feeling too smothered by the furnace you call a mate

it didn’t matter, you would come to talk it out soon enough and the weight would leave your chest. you’d come to him and he’d listen to your issues while nuzzling against your face, a soothing purr would leave his chest, maybe you’d feel dampness across your cheek from him licking you

so when you abruptly turned around to face him and made your way towards him with sure steps, he was ready. body loosening and back curving down to match your height, his dragon brain buzzing in excitement, waiting to make up with you

what dragon!sylus didn’t expect was for you to grab his horns and bash your forehead against his. surprise and shock shot through his body, slitted eyes widening as he stared into your determined gaze. it wasn’t as harsh or aggressive as dragons normally would be but it left his forehead warm (in a weird way). your forehead came back onto his and your hands shook his head lightly, a little grunt leaving your lips

lighting erupted inside of his body, his inner dragon practically screaming at him in satisfaction and something a little more intense curling inside his tummy. his tail coiled around your waist, keeping you close. “tell me, little dragon,” he descends onto his knees, clawed hands curling around your thighs, his face nuzzling against your stomach. a deep purr rumbles through his chest as he takes in your scent, eyes slowly opening to meet your gaze, “how can i make it up to you?”

[fire-bean]

Part 1 here

Dragon Sylus! who eventually figures out that leaving animal carcasses in front of your house isn't the best way to impress you. Your reaction to finding the bear was even worse than that of the stag, and you could barely move the damn thing when you mustered up the determination to try and get rid of it.

Which is why he starts to watch the humans in the village nearby, specifically the ones who seem to have romantic partners. The strange behaviour of your kind eludes him, but he's desperate for you to accept at least one of his gifts.

So when he notices something a vast majority of the human lovers seem to exchange and wear, hope wells within him once again. It's something he understands, something he too takes great pride in. With the realisation, he prepares to win you over once again.

The next morning after you leave, he sets a sack full of luxurious, shining rings at your front door instead.

Part 3

[deepspacenova]

smooching him