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Other kinks include: Emetophilia(vomit kink), CNC, Somnophilia and BDSM.
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Sylus starts to feel sick at a buisness meeting so he calls you to come pick him up.
TW: graphic deptictions of vomit.
I wrote this in one sitting, barely revised.
Imagine.. Sylus at a buisness meeting but he starts to feel queasy. He ignores it at first, not breaking his character as the feared crime lord but after around an hour he starts to sweat, skin feeling clammy and a little cold which is very unusual for him.
His neatly tailored suit feeling too tight so he nonchalantly adjusts his tie to unloosen it a bit as if that will help.
He checks his phone, sees a text from you about coming over later and he decides to tell you that he might not be able to hang out tonight.
His wording was off and you pick up on it immediately that something might be wrong. You know he would have told you if it was a serious issue so you pretend to except his change of plans and decide to just meet him at his place to see if he's okay.
The meeting finally ends and by this time the leader of Onychinus is near trembling with nausea. He slips into a single stall bathroom to splash water on his face but once he looks in the mirror he knows beyond a doubt that something isn't right. His face was damp with a thin sheen of sweat, dark circles under his eyes as if his body was working overtime.
A churning sensation in his gut makes a gag threaten his throat but he swallows against it, he needed to get his shit together and get home where he could ride this out in privacy. He decides to sip water from the tap as a desperate attempt to dampen the urge to cough and retch but the moment it goes down his insides swire with regret.
A near silent heave wracks him, making him brace on the mirror with one hand as a gush of liquid flows out of him with force. He realizes he probably won't be able to drive himself home like this and he had traveled alone since this particular meeting didn't require him to have any subordinates with him. He could ask Luke and Kieran but he knew that would likely make fun of him, and honestly he doesn't blame them, their mischif is a highlight of his life with them. He decides to order them to take his motorcycle home and he calls you after a few minutes of stuggling to regain his composure.
His voice was rough when you answered, you were immediately worried. "Sylus... my love are you okay.?"
"I need you to meet me at the hotel.. the same one we met at two weeks ago. I need a ride home... you can use one of the cars at Onychinus." he didn't have the energy to come up with an excuse and honestly as horrible as he felt right now, he didnt want to.
"Okay, I can be there in a half hour. Are you okay..? You avoided the question..." you didn't think he was injured, he just sounded.. tired? Maybe drunk? You had never heard him like this before.
"I'm just not feeling well.. I want you with me." He mumbles as he sits down on the floor leaned back on the door to wait for you.
"Okay love.. I'll be there as quick as possible." You hang up and immediately rush to his mansion, you were already waiting nearby for him to get home so it didn't take long at all for you to be on your way to the hotel in one of Sylusās vintage cars.
It didn't seem like long for you but for the dragon waiting it felt like an eternity.
Sylus had his phone in one hand, one knee up with his forhead resting on it as he focuses on breathing slowly. His stomach in knots and he can feel a fever coming on, trembling slightly and starting to get dizzy. He doesn't normally get sick, but that doesn't mean its impossible. Even fiends can catch the flu. He just hopes he can keep you from getting it as well, even though the thought of being in bed with you recovering from a mundane virus sounds like a poor use of a vacation but a vacation nonetheless.
Sylus feels his phone vibrate in his hand and sees a text from you saying you're here. The room spins a bit when he stands and he swallows back a soft gag. "Fuck.." he whispers, quickly moving back to the sink as a second round of sickness pulls him under. His phone buzzes with a call this time, he can't answer right this so he manages to send a quick text to tell you to wait a second.
A few minutes later he splashes water on his face and blows his nose, he was feeling even worse now. He didn't even have the energy to feel nervous about you seeing him like this, he knows he's safe with you and that you'll take care of him without judgement.
When he opens the door to leave the bathroom he notices that his whole body feels heavy, he spots you in the lobby staring at your phone. You look up and the worry in your brows immediately tightens.
"Come on, love lets get you home..." you speak softly to him, taking his hand and leading him out to the parking lot where the vehicle waits. "You're burning up... is it the aether core.?" You ask, looking up at him when you reach the vehicle. You cup his face and gently peer into his eyes.
"No.. I'm just sick, Kitten..." sylus whispers, his eyes glossy and feverish. He looked so uncomfortable.
You take your phone out and request the next couple days off. "I'm staying with you until you feel better." It wasn't a request, you were not leaving his side until he was okay again.
Sylus manages a smile and shrugs. "I won't argue with a pretty lady who wants to spoil me..." he mumbles as he reluctantly gets in the car, knowing the ride would likely be unpleasant.
You drive carefully, resting a hand on his arm and gently rubbing your thumb on the heated skin. You can feel him shaking slightly. "Why didnt you tell me sooner... I don't like the idea of you being alone with a fever.."
Sylus doesn't answer, he just laces his fingers with yours and squeezes gently as if he was lost in thought or just feeling too horrible to speak.
His throat clicks with a forced swallow and you glance over at him, his face was buried in his arm against the window that he had just rolled down a bit.
"Sy..?" You whisper.
He shakes his head, managing to mutter. "Just drive please..." he sounded so weak and vulnerable that it made your chest ache.
"Okay.." you focus on driving, unable to ignore the way his breathing shakes a bit and he was swallowing every few seconds.
"we're almost home.." you speak softly as you turn onto the road to Onychinus's base, only a couple more minutes now. It's become clear to you now that your poor dragon had been throwing up and thats why he asked you to pick him up. A soft smile graces your face knowing that you were what he wanted when he was sick.
The vehicle pulls into the garage and the doors slide down you turn the engine off, deciding to get out of the car quickly to open the car door for him not wanting him to have to move anymore than nessisary.
You take his hand and pull him up gently, he leans on you a bit and groans softly. Your brows furrow. "Shh... its okay.. we're home now.." you whisper.
Sylus's stomach lurches before even making it all the way inside the mansion, barely making it to a trash bin in the garage before a torrent of fluid spews out of him. He coughs hard and gags, his breathing ragged as he braces himself against a steel table against the wall. "Mmh..." a soft whine leaves him and your heart twists.
"Its okay... ive got you love.." you whisper softly, rubbing his back gently as he braces for the next wave. "Breathe slow... its just us here.." your soft words and voice help him relax a bit, a shiver runs through him and the nausea creasts again.
A rough, wet sound tears from him that makes goosebumps prickle on your skin, his free hand grips your arm as back to back gags and heaves bring up everything he's been fighting to hold down since he got into the car.
You step over to the desk and grab a few tissues and come back just as a dry heave wracks him. Your gaze softens and you gently wipe the spit off of his face and your thumb brushes a tear that escaped from the effort of being violently sick.
He sniffles, coughing a couple times and spitting into the trash can before he wraps his arms around you and buries his burning face into the crook of your neck. "Thanks love.." he mumbles, slumping against you a bit and you have to force yourself to hold his weight.
"Come on... lets get you to bed... I'll stay right by your side until this passes.." you whisper, kissing his cheek gently not caring if he will pass you a virus.
Your love for him overshadows everything else, all that mattered to you right now was nursing your dragon back to health.
Emeto scenario of a put together character coming undone in stages. A smartly dressed man feeling ill and loosening his tie to get more comfortable. Shivering inside a nicely tailored jacket. Vomiting in the freezing office bathroom before admitting he needs you to take him home. Getting inside and peeling him out of the sweaty dress shirt heās too shaky to undo the buttons of. Taking off his shoes, before heās rushing into your bathroom to vomit again, kneeling on the floor in his tight dress pants and patterned socks. Helping him out of his pants and into the shower with you and washing his body and hair while he holds on to you for balance. He gets dizzy from the heat and throws up again in the shower. You get out and help him dry off while he sits on the closed lid of the toilet and shivers, then dress him in comfortable sleep clothes. Sitting on the bed with him with a bowl because he never stopped feeling nauseous. Holding him against you, still damp from the shower, smelling the shampoo in his wet hair as he breathes shallowly and tries not to get sick again. Holding the bowl under his chin when he fails miserably, retching and vomiting for the fourth time. Giving him medicine and water you know he wonāt be able to keep down, heāll just have to ride it out.
š¦āā¬ some random sylus ramblings idk its 5am please take this offering im going a little bit insane about him
thinking about feeling sylus's skin through his shirt.., the warmth and power there still tangible beneath the fabric. small intimacies like that are important to meee,,
running your hand down his clothed back, then sneaking it underneath his shirt and feeling his bare skin beneath your palm. so soft with just a bit of give to it. feeling his muscles flex under your fingers as he moves to thread his own through your hair in return. i just want to touch him so bad i might cry. Tbh..
you express interest in touching him intimately for the first time, and you receive a flirty, cocky response in return, but are also given full access. sylus is taken by surprise when instead of reciprocating his heated words, you press your cheek against his chest, over his heart, and run your hands up his sides beneath his shirt, your eyes closed in quiet focus. you treat him as a delicate treasure to be worshipped and revered and valued in a way he's never properly experienced before. he'd soften so sweetly and hold you close, enveloping you in his larger form and pressing a kiss to your temple. enjoying the feeling of your small hands exploring their new territory.
feeling his hand gently pressing against the small of your back when you get distracted in public, guiding you.
holding his hand to avoid being separated in a crowd, then keeping them like that even as you leave the crowded location. playfully swinging your joined hands a little bit and enjoying his amused response.
going to a concert with him and letting him cover your ears when the music gets a little too loud for you. the size of his hands compared to your head making you flush a little bit.
he always runs warmer than you, so you tend to lean into his touch whenever he offers it. he finds this adorable, and sometimes likes to see how far you'll lean when you're too tired to realize he's messing with you. eventually your sleepy protests win him over, and he wraps you back up in his embrace and gives you all the kisses you want.
chasing traces of his scent on your clothing when you miss him. curling around his pillow while he's gone, and eventually feeling the mattress dip behind you while you're half asleep, warm hands pulling you backwards until your back rests against against his warm chest. ticklish little kisses are pressed to your neck as he wraps his long arms around you to hold you close. trying not to cry when you tell him that you missed him, and feeling his heart stutter against your back when your voice cracks.
š¦āā¬ some random sylus ramblings idk its 5am please take this offering im going a little bit insane about him
thinking about feeling sylus's skin through his shirt.., the warmth and power there still tangible beneath the fabric. small intimacies like that are important to meee,,
running your hand down his clothed back, then sneaking it underneath his shirt and feeling his bare skin beneath your palm. so soft with just a bit of give to it. feeling his muscles flex under your fingers as he moves to thread his own through your hair in return. i just want to touch him so bad i might cry. Tbh..
you express interest in touching him intimately for the first time, and you receive a flirty, cocky response in return, but are also given full access. sylus is taken by surprise when instead of reciprocating his heated words, you press your cheek against his chest, over his heart, and run your hands up his sides beneath his shirt, your eyes closed in quiet focus. you treat him as a delicate treasure to be worshipped and revered and valued in a way he's never properly experienced before. he'd soften so sweetly and hold you close, enveloping you in his larger form and pressing a kiss to your temple. enjoying the feeling of your small hands exploring their new territory.
feeling his hand gently pressing against the small of your back when you get distracted in public, guiding you.
holding his hand to avoid being separated in a crowd, then keeping them like that even as you leave the crowded location. playfully swinging your joined hands a little bit and enjoying his amused response.
going to a concert with him and letting him cover your ears when the music gets a little too loud for you. the size of his hands compared to your head making you flush a little bit.
he always runs warmer than you, so you tend to lean into his touch whenever he offers it. he finds this adorable, and sometimes likes to see how far you'll lean when you're too tired to realize he's messing with you. eventually your sleepy protests win him over, and he wraps you back up in his embrace and gives you all the kisses you want.
chasing traces of his scent on your clothing when you miss him. curling around his pillow while he's gone, and eventually feeling the mattress dip behind you while you're half asleep, warm hands pulling you backwards until your back rests against against his warm chest. ticklish little kisses are pressed to your neck as he wraps his long arms around you to hold you close. trying not to cry when you tell him that you missed him, and feeling his heart stutter against your back when your voice cracks.
You edged him one too many times and he snapped...
Random image just because I wanted an image...
He ignores your sobbing whimpers and keeps the brutal pace, one hand gripping your hair tightly while the other holds your hips down making your back arch almost painful, preventing you from moving or even lifting them to meet his thrusts. He's using you, roughly. You whine out he is being a meanie but he just laughs.
"Yeah? Take my big mean dick."
He growls against your neck.
"You wanted to make me chase and beg for my orgasm? Well, guess what, baby? I'm not chasing or begging for shit. I'm fucking taking it." And he does, your eyes roll as the fat swollen tip hits your G-spot and then slides along your walls to your cervix, bumping it so hard you whimper and squirm.
"Awe is it too much baby?" He coos at you as one hand slides from you back to your clit and flicks it hard.
You cry out and clench around him moaning.
"Gonna come? Hmm?" His teeth sink into your ear and then trail down the back of your neck.
He pounds into you, flicking and pinching your clit and as his teeth bite the back of your neck your body locks up and you come, waves of pleasure shoot up your body making you arch and cry out. He lets out a strangled groan "Fuuuuck" and then he also comes he slams in so deep it triggers more spasms in your belly then he stills face buried on your neck practically whimpering as your body clenches and milks him.
You can feel the thick warm sperm paint your inner walls and it makes you shiver and bite your lip, you clench a little making him groan and the hand that had been playing with your clit splays across your mound and lower belly and press you up into him more "hmmm, keep clenching like that and I'll be ready for round two a lot sooner" he kisses your shoulder and smiles, nipping it softly.
Not in for the reason most would immediately think, but because you have a habit of dancing when you enjoy it.
The first time he noticed, the two of you were at a newer restaurant and, under the din of conversation, he could hear a radio playing. He chalked it up to you subconsciously hearing the beat.
The second time was when the two of you stopped for homemade gelato, but again, there was music. A lively little band playing at the bar next door's back patio.
With a shrug, and a grin, you were too cute when it happened, it fell to the back of his mind.
Sylus finally caught on when the next time he saw it, his chef had made you one of your favorite comfort meals. There was no music, nothing that could even be mistaken as any type of beat, and yet you wiggled back and forth on the stool as it was placed in front of you.
Added some arm motions after taking a bite.
He had laughed, the light kind that pulls your attention instantly. You had asked him what was funny, and he just said, "You."
You cocked your head, confused, and he shook his, feeding you a line about getting the fanciest grilled cheese in all of the N109 Zone and Linkon.
It quickly turned into a private game, one he enjoyed greatly for two reasons. The first was that he was able to spend time with you, which made anything palatable. The second was the excuse to dress you up and take you out.
Now, not everything the two of you ate was high end - Micheline star rated. Sometimes he would indulge your whims to go to some place a co-worker had mentioned off handed that you wanted to try.
What he realized quickly, however, was that whatever version of the dance escaped you was a fairly accurate indicator of the food.
You nearly always had a little shimmy when the plate was set before you, especially if it was visually appealing.
From there, after the first bite, it would range. If it was alright, you bounced your head. If it was good, a shoulder shimmy would make it's way out. The next level was a full body shake that he could only describe as a mini twist, but on a minute scale. As if a puppy was wagging it's tail.
But he knew it was delicious when your hands joined the fray. Sometimes the pumped the air right in front of you. Sometimes it was a little wider, out to the sides, while your whole body bounced back and forth.
If that dance slipped out, he would mark down the restaurant as one to return to later.
You had caught him once, staring, waiting for you to take your first bite. Sylus had been doing that for a while, leaning forward, fork in hand, but nothing moved to his mouth until after you had fully taken yours.
You had teased him - asking if he was using you to test for poison, and he had snorted and shook his head, taking a bite to subtly encourage you to eat what was in front of you.
Sylus wasn't even sure you consciously realized you were doing it or if it was because you were comfortable with him you didn't care that you did.
Either way, it was one of the many small things about you he kept tucked away close to his heart. There were many things about you to love - but your little happy food dance was one of his absolute favorites.
Gifting Sylus an Escort while you were going to be away.
This comes from my own kinks and a fantasy I have that transactional sex could be a delicacy to the aether core... the greed and lust from a high roller escort.... š„µš„µš„µ
Imagine you're going to be away on a fun trip but you wanted to go with your friends and leave Sylus at home.
You were feeling extra greedy with his money and horny so you hired a professional escort as a gift for your needy dragon..
You also asked her to send video updates of how wrecked he is.
Imagine how hot that would be to Sylus.
You spent his money to hire him a feast of lust and greed while you were away JUST so you would have videos of him being ruined while you were away. He would be so fucking hot for you by the time you got back.
A few days before you return, you video call him and fuck yourself while watching him with the woman. Telling him how much you wish he was inside you.
He would be fucking GONE with lust and hunger for you when you finally returned.
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Oh!!! And!!! Also!!! Extra thought.
WHAT IF SHE HAD SEX MAGIC EVOL!!!! AND COULD EDGE HIM.
.... and you could resonate with her and use it on him too at a later date after youve reaped what youve sewn š¤¤š¦š¦š¦
Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?
You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.
Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.
But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.
But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.
Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.
Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.
Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.
Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.
He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.
rafayel pulls the shit out of your hair when giving you backshots. one hand in hair, tugging you back so the other hand can grip your chinā¦ or or, even betterā¦ fingers fucking your mouth at the same time. :( ohhh, heād have you drooling and gagging around his gorgeous, skilled fingers while he rearranges ur insides n pulls at your hair ughh :(((
| content warning: human monster romance, noncon, breeding, cunnilingus, unrealistic smut, unsafe sex, mentions of pregnancy, (tw and she doesn't give a damn), (tw and she's acting completely normal)
Upon revisiting this hate comment now, I regret to inform everyone that itās an extremely efficient summary of my fic.
If youāre in the mood for a feralĀ Sylus in the throes of rut and overtaken by his instinct to claim you and impregnate you over and over again, you can read the full story on ao3 here: Silvertongue
For comparison, hereās the official summary (extended version):
āLittle kitten,āĀ he crooned, tilting his head from side to side like a curious dog.
Then he nudged both of your legs upward, folding them toward your chest.
You reached out with trembling hands to push against his face, feeling the tension in his jaw.
āPlease, Sylus, please! Itās me,ā you said. āYou know who I am, donāt you?ā
His eyes locked onto yours, dark and feral, the red barely visible behind wide, dilated pupils.
āMate,āĀ he said.
You clung to the word like a lifeline.
If he thought you were his mate then maybe heād listen.
āYes!ā you said, nodding quickly. āThatās right! Iām your mate. Iām yours. Just please. Please donāt hurt me.ā
āMate,āĀ he repeated.
A pause. And then, rougherā
āBreed mate.ā
What?!
No, no, no, no, no.
Sylusās tongue, slick and feverish, lapped at your cunt messily.
Like not only are you waking up to Sylus with bed head, morning voice, and bleary eyes. But you're waking up to him fully naked, with the lingering memories of all the physical activities you two had just partook in some odd hours prior...
The evidence is not only present on your bodies - through bruises, bites, scratches, and the occasional carefully placed hickey. But your environment carries the memories too.
Clothes still lying on the floor, decorative pillows still tossed hazardously to the bottom of the bed. Sheets still in a disarray except for where they're dragged over your bare bodies.
You find yourself staring at him, your head still resting on his outstretched arm, eyes lingering on the rise and fall of his bare chest. You want to bury your face in the crook of his neck, much like you had a few hours ago. You want to devour him just as you had last night...
Venus using the sharp tip of her tail to squeeze around Sylus's throat and make cuts straight across. Her mouth on the cuts lapping the blood as it blooms and her claws follow to slice again once they heal so quickly.
The way he would whimper and whine under he as she claws down his chest and he doesn't even groan until she sinks deep enough to make him nervous.
"So close... you're getting nervous aren't you... holding that fear hostage inside you and making me work for it.." she whispers.
He chuckles but doesnt say anything.
Her eyes narrow and her aura wraps around him and sends images of his past to him until hes trembling and gasping softly.
"That's better..." she purrs and then sinks her fangs into him, drinking greedily now that his blood is seasoned with the primal terror.
I have said it before on many occasions but it's worth reminding people that Sylus is a WHORE. And I love it.
He gives major fuck you in the bathroom on the first date before dessert arrives energy.
Think about it.
In his vampire myth, this man was ten seconds in from meeting MC and had every single intention to kill her and he STILL made out with her. Zero memory who she is, ready to impale her to death after bleeding her dry and has the audacity to be like āhold on, give me a kiss real quick,ā LMAO!
In his dragon myth when MC was sneaking him, and she started acting like she was trying to fuck cause she feels bored did you see the look on his face? He was down!
I'm convinced if it wasn't for her hating his guts on sight in main story, because despite that she does admit he is hot as fuck so I KNOW he would have taken her amnesia having ass to base and slutted her out regardless. All she had to do was say when.
Nobody can tell me otherwise.
Sylus is easy. And I love that about him.
Fake sleeping so he can get handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but a silk robe.
Just stamp the words āFuck me wheneverā on your forehead Onychinus leader cause we all see you're about that life.
