#dragon!simon

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Would dragon!Ghost and reader be able to have actual babies with magical intervention? I lowkey want a fic of that, if you would be alright with that ofc!

Oh, they are absolutely able to get the egg into Reader to fertilise it with some outside help from witch!Johnny and some elbow grease. The bigger question is why would they do it, but what do I know, maybe in an alternative universe you want to pop an egg out. Keep in mind that babies aren't gonna be human.

Dragon!Simon would LOVE to say that he is being normal about this whole thing, that he is very rational while Johnny's head is between your legs, checking dilation and reapplying whatever thing he concocted to make sure the egg doesn't kill you.

Because if the bloody thing bleeds you dry, Simon will raze the surrounding mountains and a dozen villages, he will finally gobble up Johnny and he will crawl in a hole in his mountain and sleep.

He won't take the care of that thing without you, he says.

If you die on him, then he is cracking the egg and making a fucking omelet out of it, Ghost promises, tail smacking the ground, his snout pressed to your cheek.

If you leave Simon then Ghost will bring fire and ruin and death, so you better buckle down, he growls, choking down the urge to bite the air next to Soap's ear.

Just to hurry the lad up, restlessness in him growing by the minute.

Dragon!Simon is antsy and anxious, his teeth itch to sink into your shoulder so you can look at him instead of looking so damn clammy and nervous.

"I told you." He grumbles, nudging your cheek with his snout and huffs out smoke right in your face. "Luv, we can still crack the egg after you push it out, don't have to incubate the thing too."

"It is already fertilised." You hiss, smacking his long neck, his scales rippling when he curls in a tighter curl around you. Sometimes you think that if he could, Simon would climb in your lap and stay there forever refusing to move for the foreseeable future.

Possibly smothering you underneath.

"Gonna taste all the same." Ghost blinks at you, seemingly very insistent to eat the unborn child you two try to make here.

"That will nae be the first time he ate his bairn." Soap suddenly comments, raising his head and yours snaps so close to him that he looks away immediately. "I applied the ointment, ye should be able to safely get it out in about an hour or so. It is going to hurt like..." He notices Simon's head staring menacingly at him over your shoulder and clears his throat. "Ye can call me back if anything is wrong. Definitely come fetch me if ye start bleeding."

"Excuse me, how many children of yours you ate before?" You hiss at Simon and he has the nerve to pretend not to hear you on the first try. That bastard. "You are not eating this child, Simon."

"Could tell you that the kid hatched and left to explore the other mountains." He mutters under his breath, nuzzling at your neck when you huff at him again. "Haven't eaten that many, Soap's got big mouth on him and likes to run it, don't listen to everything he says."

"Ye bastard, quick slandering my name." Soap retaliates immediately, packing up and pats your arm before leaving. "He ate three, that I know off." The witch shares conspiratorially and grins wider when Ghost hisses 'fuck off, I ate them in the first two weeks'.

Well, that's not concerning at all.

"Will you actually eat the child?" You ask him after a few minutes, wincing when the contraction passes through you. Soap did not lie, it does hurt like hell.

"Not if you like 'em." Ghost says, completely honest, finally able to close his entire body around yours to hold you close and warm in a sort of blanket nest you have arranged.

"That's reassuring." You sigh, sinking into his side. "Gonna make sure I don't forget to show them affection least you decide that they fell out of grace and are ready for consumption."

Simon makes a low huffing sound, his tongue dragging up the side of your neck to collect the sweat.

"Correct." He confirms, eyes laughing when you send him a sideways glare. "Luv, we make one because you asked for one. If you no longer want it, I will eat it. But you gotta decide quick, because dragons grow fairly quickly. I'm not slaying an entire dragon for you twenty years down the line."

"And here I thought you love me." You roll your eyes at him and Simon's wing drapes over your stomach. Trying to keep you even warmer.

"Pop the bloody thing out and I will show you the extent of my affection." Ghost purrs, shameless and meaning every word.

"So what, you aren't all up in there because of an egg?" You cock your brow at him and Simon's maw opens in more of a sneer that was probably supposed to be a grin.

"Ointment's gotta stay on. Otherwise I would have been between your legs already, luv. Could help you get it out." He insinuates, curling tighter around you and adds when you blink at him, unsure. "With my tongue." Simon clarifies, relishing in the caleidoscope of conflicting emotions it gets on your face.

Well, maybe he can't get all up between your legs.

But you will need some of the genuine appreciation after the egg's in the nest. And Ghost can make sure you feel every bit of it.

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hiiii i’m here to bother u again

dragon simon is my new obsession so, how do you think their life’s would begin to mold together. Like would simon show reader how to adapt to a new life or would he change the ways he does things to accommodate.

Bother me whenever, I absolutely do not mind.

I think he would pretty much give you the free reign as long as you do not leave his lair and he can keep an eye or a paw on top of you so you can’t wiggle away while he sleeps.

He knows that there is a high probability of you running for the hills, not even because you loathe him so, but purely out of spite because he locked you in and he is very smug about it.

Dragon!Simon tells you and himself that nothing is changing and that he is not changing, you are his mate and his treasure and that’s it, he had treasures before, he knows how it works.

Living with him is a constant tug of war which he wins more often than not, watching lazily how you pace around him in circles, ranting about everything and anything.

That’s why we can’t have nice things with you, you never show any bloody appreciation for them, Simon purrs even as he pulls you back to him, tucks under his side and covers you with his tattered wing for good measure.

Maybe you are that fussy because you need a nap, he doesn’t offer but state and ignores your hissing and attempts to poke between the scales. If you really wanted to have a chance, you would have pulled a dagger out of his hoard and lodged it somewhere very inconvenient to buy yourself time.

But you don’t, so, Simon thinks, evidently you don’t want to get away from him hard enough.

He is not changing, he tells himself and does not notice how painfully territorial he becomes, no longer amused when people wander in his lair to gawk at his treasures. Not entertaining any adventurers anymore either, quite literally spitting fire when they do not heed the first, low rumbling “leave” from the shadows.

“One would assume you are with child and therefore moody.” You grumble at some point, comfortably nestled on his front legs, sewing together something vaguely reminiscent of a cloak.

“One more word and you will be with child, luv.” He warns, almost gently and huffs out smoke sideways, tail thumping in irritation because you have been engrossed in your task for good few hours now and you have been quiet all this time and you keep shushing him when he starts ‘bothering’ you.

He is clearly spoiling you given how much backtalk he is forced to endure on daily basis, Ghost thinks grimly and pressed his snout to your face insistently.

“You are unbearable.” You comment, tone almost routine and relent, finally stroking under his jaws, nails racking in the sensitive place between his larger scales.

“And yet you bear with me.” Simon grumbles, hating that he is coming awful close to wining in your ear and headbutting you until you stroke him some more.

“I know, you should appreciate my patience a little more.” Your sigh is almost exasperated when he growls and air grows warmer next to your ear. Someone is on the edge today. “But really, what is wrong with you? Can you really get pregnant? Am I to expect a baby-you come spring?”

“Don’t be daft, luv, that’s not how it works.” Simon finally contents himself with getting his head into your lap as soon as you put your craft away, finally giving him attention. “Why? You want a child?”

You huff out a laughter and shake your head, massaging the base of his horns, your dragon husband emanating a low vibrating sound through the whole length of his neck. Almost a purr. “But how do dragons…you know.”

“Eggs.” Simon breathes out and turns his head on the side to stare up at you with big dark eye. “The one impregnating first prepares for rut, then inputs the eggs into their mate for further development. When the time comes the eggs come out and take another few months until they are ready to hatch.”

You give him a slow blink, hoping to convey your understanding of what he just said. Only you don’t understand.

“Complicated process.” You finally comment and Simon doesn’t roll his eyes at you only because he hasn’t figured out how to do it yet. “Do you want little dragons?” Question is careful and maybe it would be better if you haven’t asked because it clearly gives him ideas which you are not sure you can survive.

Ghost is silent for a long time, silently staring at you, unnerving and unmoving, the only indicator that he is still aware of his surroundings is the occasional huff when you try to stop scratching his big head.

On one hand his rut will come whether he wants it or not and with it the maddening desire to mount you as much as possible. Licking you all over, drinking in your tears and pleasure, stretching you out until you make these hungry sounds, your hole pulsing around his tongue all too eager to get stretched to its limits.

On the other hand he knows for sure that you are not surviving the dragon pregnancy, unless there is magic involved and he would rather lose another wing than let Johnny anywhere close to you.

“So?” You ask after some more time, patting the space between his horns like you would with a dog.

“No little dragons.” He finally concludes and huffs out in your belly when you deflate with relief. Ghost might be a bastard, but he is not killing you for the sake of offspring that no one wants.

Look how he turned out, the neighbouring villages might not survive another him .

“Listen…” you start slowly and oh, he knows this tone.

That’s the ‘but can you really melt the rocks with your fire’ tone, the ‘I want to see how you steal a sheep’ tone, the ‘you know an actual witch? I wanna meet this witch’ tone.

“All ears.” Simon still says, pressing his head into you hands insistently. “Don’t get distracted though.”

“Who’s spoiling who now.” You mumble under your breath and pretend to go deaf when Ghost’s eye narrows and he asks you to repeat yourself. “Theoretically speaking…” you start and he sighs heavier.

Here it comes.

“Can you put the eggs in me not for reproduction purposes? I mean, is that possible?” You feign nonchalance as hard as you can, looking anywhere but not at him.

Simon’s tail finally stops thumping against the ground as he slowly raises his head off your lap, curling his neck not to skew you on his horns.

“Should be.” He says after a long pause, his head hovering in front of you as he tilts it head to the side, gears turning. “Though you’d need to push ‘em out before they get tuned in to your body and settle deeper.”

“Okay, and how much time that gives us? And how big the size of eggs are we talking?” You look back at him, encouraged by the lack of immediate ‘no, go take a nap’.

Ghost makes a circle motion with his eyes and tilts his head to the other side which you have learned was his version of shrugging. Well, that’s not very useful. “Week, at most. But I’d say after each time you get bred, just to be safe.”

You nod slowly and cup your palms together.

“So the egg size when they come out and in, are we talking this…” you curl your fingers, showing a circle the size of a coin, “or this?” You cup your palms together making a circle half the size of your head.

“You are very ambitious.” Simon says instead with something that sounds suspiciously similar to amusement, angling his head away so you can’t smack his snout. “Bigger than first, lesser than second.”

“Okay.” You nod again and he nods with you, still waiting on your conclusion. “Okay, I can work with that.”

Ghost nuzzles against your neck, tongue slithering out to lick the sweat off your skin, low purr intensifying when you squirm and smell like hunger.

“Take it, that it’s yes to eggs and no to babies.” He noses at the fur you wrapped yourself with so it falls off your shoulders and gives him more access to the warm soft skin. Rare delicacy that he intends to savour.

“Yeah.” Your response reverberates through his chest and Simon raises his head, deliberately nosing at your mouth now.

He can’t kiss in the human sense of the word, but you quickly came to find out that he enjoys receiving kisses from you and licking into your mouth so you drool all over him.

Filthy and messy, embarrassing and needy.

Finally honest about how much you enjoy intimacy with him when his tongue thrusts in your mouth.

“I got you, luv.” Simon purrs, finally pulling away, air around you hot and dry. “You’ll let me watch how you push ‘em out, won’t you? Will need to have your husband ‘round so I can lick it better.” He drawls out and the low clicking sound that comes out of his chest has to be laughter.

You hate that he can smell how much you like the idea.

“Tha’s okay. Can be shy now, luv. Next year you’r gonna beg for my eggs.” Simon nips at your shoulder, tail thumping against the ground again because you whimper and twitch in his mouth, and the scent of your want gets thicker.

Looks who’s getting off on it now.

“I will absolutely not.” You try to hiss, but his tongue traces the outline of his bite and you clench around nothing.

“True.” Ghost breathes out on your skin and his purr is scorching hot. “Maybe you’ll break before next year even comes. We shall see how it goes.”

Simon is big dragon and big bastard, he licks you all over and laps at every hole he can reach, attempting to get as deep as your body will let him.

Simon is a menace and part of you hates that he might be right.

Twelve month really is a long time.

Perhaps you will beg. Because rest assured Simon will give in. And he will lick it better:

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hiii don’t know if you take asks and i hope i don’t bother u with this but could we get more dragon!Ghost plssss

OH HELL YEAH SOMEONE ASKS ABOUT DRAGON SIMON

Listen to me, look in my eyes and listen to me for I will not hold your hand, because dragon!Simon possesses many great treasures and he is much greedy about every last of them — the silver coin someone dropped and it found its way in his lair, the gemstone-encrusted comb that last princess has relinquished to his collection, the gold and the gems and the fabrics and the weaponry and even the intricately carved utensils — he wants them all.

The Ghost wants them all.

So he takes them and he keeps them and he guards them.

Takes great pleasure in seeing the look on his ‘visitors’ faces when they stumble into his lair — dirty, often bloody and terrified, because oh, he is a big dragon, that’s for sure, but his collection is nothing short of impressive.

“How do you have so much lace and silks? These must cost a fortune.” You gasp at some point, fingers carding through what looks like an archive of fabrics.

Simon has been watching your awe all afternoon, not talking but letting out an occasional huff so you keep chatting with him, filling the silence of his lair.

“Ghost, you don’t even wear…clothing. What need do you have for fabrics?” You finally turn your head to look at him, eyes shiny with greed he knows well.

It sends a pleasant possessive thrill through him, although he doesn’t examine too closely why is that.

“Simon.” He corrects, stretching out his whole body so when he curls back in the shape of a crescent moon you are suddenly wrapped in him, his dark eye laughing when he looks at you sideways. “I like ‘em.” Simon answers when you look at the roll of beautiful lace with such hunger one would confuse it for your spouse.

“But you don’t need them.” You insist, oblivious to the way his tail slowly curls around your leg, sliding up your calf.

You are in nothing but furs you dug out of his hoard, because Simon is not only a big dragon, he is also a big bastard who shredded your clothing in pursuit of your naked skin.

More than just skin, luv. His voice purrs in your head, the memory of thick, too-hot, too-slick tongue moving inside of you passes through your body like lightning.

Doesn’t go unnoticed, because the grip on your leg tightens and he curls in closer. Cuts off all the exits.

“Don’t need many things, luv. I keep ‘em because I want to.” Simon presses his snout to your cheek, huffing out smoke in your face purely for the pleasure of seeing you cough and curse at him. “They are mine, that’s why.”

Simon possesses many great treasures — gold and silver, fabric and wood, steel and glass, delicate and downright crude.

Simon drags you under him, eyes too pleased when you let go of the furs and you are naked and open under him — soft flesh of your belly vulnerable, your thighs failing to press close together when his tail pulls your leg up, almost lifting you in the air with it.

“Bastard.” You hiss at him, heat spreading over your face, your skin too tight and too hot, your cunt slick and you hate that he knows it before he even gets you to open your legs wide for him.

Simon can smell it.

Has been for the last few minutes, stretching out the satisfaction.

“Husband.” He corrects you again and dragons can’t smile but you are pretty sure you can hear it in his voice, his eyes dark and amused when he looks at you squirming all over.

Ghost rarely took things out of need and often out of minute interest, simple fascination with the thing he never had before.

Ghost keeps his things because he owns them, because he liked them at some point and because no one else can have what he does.

But Simon likes watching you eye his treasures, likes putting you in his gold, likes your endless talking and spite, likes that you refuse to admit that you like him at least a little bit.

What Simon loves is taking you apart and seeing what happens when you see the sheer size of him — your eyes wide and thighs slick, filthy and perfect, you deny him the affirmation of your affections on daily basis just so your body can give it all out the first chance it gets.

Simon loves knowing that you aren’t going anywhere.

No one can have what he does and what he has now is you.

But you whine and grip his horns and smell like him, like thighs tensing up when he gives your hole the first slow lick.

You laugh at his jokes and you gasp at his treasures and you wear his furs and you cum on his tongue.

Simon likes all of the treasures he owns, that much is true.

But, he thinks, closing his jaws on your leg to leave an imprint — marks covering it like he wanted to bite your leg clean off, you just might be his favourite.

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Tell me about dragon!Simon 👀

Yes! Happily! Thank you for the ask!

This is a collab with @erzbethluna. It's her initial concept and we're having a ball writing it. In this fic, Simon starts to take on dragony behaviours and the boys are trying to figure it all out.

It is titled For All Intents and Purposes and we should start posting in the next month or so!

Also, please accept this offering from @erzbethluna's mood board

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   I’m depressed. Have a judgemental Dragon!Simon

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Here’s Simon and Athena (and thanks to the NM discord for helping me with his design)! Simon - because he doesn’t go to jail, doesn’t have the greying hair or tear stains, but I wanted to keep his hair long to reflect his mane. The eye marking just suited his dragon form and goes into the whole ‘reverse panda’ thing. Outfit unaltered cause his job is - he’s still a prosecutor. Athena - Widget is now a magic crystal, but otherwise functions about the same. I shifted her ponytail back because it doesn’t work with her dragon features. Outfit wise, I also could have left it alone, but idk, she reads more rambunctious to me (especially when being cared for by Simon) so I gave her something she can run around in easier. Didn’t want to draw/design Taka yet, but they’re a magic bird disguised as a hawk. I’m thinking a Ho-o/Fenghuang cause of their connection to east asian dragons

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Simon for the Dragon Maid AU - and I’m having a little trouble pinning down his color palette. I've got three general ideas: 1 - aesthetic based, 2 - whiter main color cause he's pale af, 3 - reverse panda. Any feedback or suggestions are appreciated (or just comment which you think looks best).