#dragon smut

[theshippingnews]

🌟🐉

8/13/26

Fucked by the double ended dildo of fate

Idk who this golden dragon is but he might be fucking us both

When he puts his cock so far in me that it comes out of my mouth into your mouth

(Don't think about this anatomically)

Ouroboros hentai

I want you to cum all over my life

Until you're in it

Golden Dragon has your eyes

But they're green

He might be both of us

Let's fuck for hours

Until we're exhausted and starving

Then get takeout

And devour it

And fall asleep

If you cum on me enough, it's inevitable 

Fuck the Golden Dragon when I'm not here

Maybe he's the Sun we both share

did you fuck or get fucked by the golden dragon?

yes

no

prefer not to say

Remaining time: 14 hours 1 minute

[beautyandthemonsters]

Surrender to The Dragon: Part 6-FINALE (Dragon!Hybrid!Monster x Human!Fem!Reader)

PART SIX-FINALE: TEN YEARS LATER

Summary: After ten years of marriage to the dragon hybrid who claimed you as payment for a debt, you're now seven months pregnant with your sixth child, blissfully happy.

Trigger Warnings: MDNI, NSFT, pregnant sex, deepthroating, face fucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, knotting, breeding kink, lactation/breastfeeding during sex, nipple play with milk, bondage (silk ties), size difference, slight exhibitionism consensual, mild degradation, praise kink, impregnation fetish, domestic fluff mixed with smut, multiple pregnancies, large family, references to past trauma and happy ending.

<----- PART 5

DRAGON MASTERLIST

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

The silk tie wound around your wrists was soft, crimson red against your skin, and Drahkan's hands were gentle as he looped it—once, twice, three times—binding your hands behind your back. His grip didn't bruise. After ten years, he knew exactly how to hold you without hurting you.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice that low rumble that still made your thighs clench after a decade of marriage.

"Yes." You knelt on the thick fur rug before his massive chair, the same chair where he'd first claimed you, though the room around it had changed. Pictures of your children now hung on the walls. Your children's toys were scattered in corners.

You were seven months pregnant with your sixth child. Your belly was huge, breasts swollen and tender, leaking droplets of milk that stained the thin silk robe you wore. Your back ached sometimes. Your feet swelled by evening. But you'd never been happier.

"Good." Drahkan sat back in his chair, his scaled thighs spread wide, his cock already hard and waiting. The sight of it still made your mouth water; the dark scales, the flared head, the thickness that had split you open so many times you'd lost count. "Open your mouth, wife."

You opened.

He fed you his cock like it was a gift, and honestly... it was. The head pushed past your lips, and you moaned around him, tongue flattening against the underside, tasting the salt and smoke and spice of him. His hand came up to cup the back of your head.

"Look at you," he murmured, watching you with those red-black eyes that had softened over the years. "Seven months pregnant. Full of my child. And still on your knees for me."

"Mmmf..." was all you could say, and he smiled.

"Ten years," he continued, pushing deeper, letting your throat adjust. "Ten years, and you still know exactly what I need."

You did. You knew the way he liked to start slow, letting you work your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You knew when to suck and when to just hold still, throat open, letting him fuck into you. You knew the sounds he liked—the wet, messy noises, the gagging, the way you'd moan around him like his cock was the best thing you'd ever tasted.

Which, it was.

"Haah... Aaaggghhhhhh!" The sounds vibrated around him, and his hips jerked.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Do that again."

You moaned again, deeper this time, and his hand tightened in your hair.

"That's it. That's my good little cunt-wife. Sucking my cock while you're full of my baby."

His other hand reached down, brushing against the silk robe covering your chest. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing your breasts—heavier now, nipples dark and swollen, milk already beading at the tips.

"So pretty," he said, thumb brushing against one nipple, and you whimpered around his cock. "Your tits are so fucking pretty like this. Full. Leaking. Ready to feed our young."

He pinched, and milk sprayed in a thin arc, dripping down your belly. You moaned, the vibration making him groan.

"You like that, don't you? Like when I play with your milk-filled tits while you choke on my cock."

You nodded as much as you could with him buried in your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.

"Ahh! Gh.. ghrrr!!"

"That's right." He pinched the other nipple, harder this time, and more milk spilled. "Messy girl. Making a mess all over yourself."

He pulled back slightly, letting you breathe, letting you gasp and cough while he stroked your hair.

"Please," you managed, voice wrecked. "Please, Drahkan—"

"Please what?" His thumb pressed against your lower lip, smearing saliva and precome. "Please keep fucking your throat? Please fill you up? Please give you more babies?"

"Yes—yes, all of it—please—"

"Such a greedy little wife." He pushed back in, and you opened for him, throat relaxing the way he'd taught you. "Five kids already. Another on the way. And you still want more."

"Hnnghnnggnnn..." The sounds were involuntary now, punched out of you with every thrust.

"You want me to breed you again? Fill you up the moment this one's born? Keep you pregnant forever?"

You couldn't answer—couldn't do anything but kneel there, wrists tied behind your back, belly heavy between you and the floor, taking his cock down your throat like the good wife he'd trained you to be.

He thrust back in, deep, and your throat bulged around him. "You love this. Love being on your knees for me. Love swallowing my come."

"Mmmf!!"

"Ten years ago, you fought me. Screamed. Cried." His voice was soft now, almost tender. "Now you beg for it. Now you wake me up in the middle of the night with your mouth on my cock. Now you spread your legs the moment I walk through the door."

You moaned your agreement, because he was right. He was so fucking right.

"Do you remember what I promised you after our wedding?" he asked, slowing his thrusts, letting you breathe through your nose.

You nodded. Of course you remembered.

"I told you I'd found something. In the ancient texts." His thumb traced your jaw, wiping away tears. "Dragon cum. If deposited in a human female and ingested regularly... it slows aging. Preserves youth."

He'd told you a month after the wedding, when you'd finally stopped flinching every time he touched you. When you'd started to realize that maybe—just maybe—being his wasn't the worst thing that could have happened.

"I've fed you every day," he continued. "Every morning. Every night. Sometimes more." He thrust deeper, and you gagged beautifully. "And look at you. Ten years. Five children. Sixth on the way. And you haven't aged a single day."

You couldn't see yourself the way he did—couldn't see the smooth skin, the bright eyes, the body that still looked twenty even after half a dozen pregnancies. But you believed him. You'd seen the other human wives in the city, aged and worn while their monster husbands stayed young. You knew what he'd given you.

"Hnnght! Mnnghh!" You tried to say thank you, but it came out as garbled nonsense around his cock.

He laughed, that warm sound he only made with you. "You're welcome, wife."

His hand left your hair, reaching down to cup your heavy belly, palm spread wide over the curve where your youngest son kicked and rolled.

"Our children," he said affectionately. "All of them. Half dragon. Half you. The perfect blend."

You'd given him five so far. Three boys, two girls, all with scales in unexpected places, all with his burning eyes and your stubborn heart. The oldest was nine now, already learning to use his superhuman strength. The youngest—until this one—was barely a year, still nursing, still sleeping in the nursery.

"I want a whole team," he'd told you after the third was born. "A dozen at least."

And you'd laughed and said, "Then you'd better keep me pregnant."

So he had.

"Mppf! Hnngh! H-Ahhpf!" The sounds were getting louder, more desperate as he deep-throated you. You could feel your arousal leaking down your thighs, soaking the carpet, could feel your swollen clit throbbing with every thrust of his cock down your throat.

"Getting close," he warned. "You want to swallow, wife? Want to taste me?"

"Mmmf!" Yes. Always yes.

"Then take it. Take all of it."

He fucked your throat in earnest then. Hard, deep strokes that made you gag and cry and moan all at once. His hand pressed against your belly, feeling his child move inside you while his cock filled your throat. His other hand pinched and pulled at your nipples, milking you while you milked him.

"Fuck—fuck, I'm going to—"

He came with a roar and you swallowed. Swallowed every pulse, every spurt, every drop of the dragon seed that had kept you young and fertile and his for ten years. His cock jerked in your throat, and you swallowed again, throat working around him, drawing out every last bit.

"Good girl," he groaned, pulling back, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. "Such a good fucking girl."

You gasped for air, drool and tears and come dripping down your chin, but you were smiling. Always smiling now.

His knot was swollen at the base of his cock, thick and pulsing, still hard despite his release. He hadn't pushed it past your lips—he never did, not during throat-fucking. The knot was for elsewhere.

"Up," he said, grabbing you under the arms and lifting you like you weighed nothing. "On my lap. I'm not done with you yet."

Removing your clothing and the silk ties from your hands, he settled you on his thighs, facing him. Your belly was huge between you, a perfect round globe that he cradled with one hand while the other guided his cock to your entrance.

"Ready?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Always," you breathed.

He pushed inside.

"Ahhhhh—Drahkan—yesss—"

The crazy stretch was still there, even after ten years and five children. His cock was so thick, so long, and your body had to work to take him, your inner walls parting around him like the first time but without the pain. Just fullness. Just perfection.

"Haah... so deep..."

"That's it," he groaned, hands gripping your hips, guiding you down onto him. "Take all of it. Take every inch."

You did. You sank onto him until you were seated fully in his lap, his cock buried so deep you could feel him in your throat, and his knot pressed against your entrance, not yet inside but it would be soon.

"Please," you whimpered. "Please, the knot—I want it—"

"So greedy." He kissed your forehead, your nose, your lips. "Always so greedy for my knot."

"I need it—I need you inside me—I need to be full—"

"You are full." His hand pressed against your belly. "Full of me. Full of my child. Full of my come from a thousand different times."

"Not enough," you sobbed. "Never enough."

"No," he agreed, and he thrust up into you, hard. "Never enough."

He fucked you slow and deep, his hands on your hips, your arms hugging him for dear life. Your belly bounced with every thrust, breasts swaying, milk leaking down your stomach and onto his scales.

"Look at you," he said, voice strained. "Pregnant and leaking and crying on my cock. You're so beautiful like this."

"I love you," you gasped. "I love you so much—aghnnn—I love you—"

"I know." He kissed you again, tongue sliding into your mouth. "I love you too. My perfect little human. My perfect wife."

His knot pushed against your entrance with every thrust, stretching you wider, and you moaned into his mouth.

"Please—please, knot me—I want to be stuck on you—I want to be yours—"

"You're already mine."

"I want to feel it—I want to feel your knot locking us together—I want to feel your come filling me up—"

"Fuck." He groaned, thrusting harder. "You're going to make me come again."

"Good—AHHGNNN—that's the point—"

He laughed, breathless. "When did you get so demanding?"

"The day you put a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly." You grinned at him, tears still wet on your cheeks. "Or maybe the second baby. Or the third."

"The fifth," he said, thrusting deep. "Definitely the fifth. You got bossy after the fifth."

"The fifth was twins. I earned the right to be bossy."

He laughed again. This was what ten years had given you, not just pleasure, but this. Ease. Joy. Love, in whatever strange shape it took between a dragon hybrid and the human he'd claimed as payment.

The knot pushed harder against your slit, and you bore down, trying to take it, trying to pull him inside.

"Not yet," he snarled, holding your hips still. "Not yet. I want to watch you fall apart first."

His thumb found your clit—swollen and sensitive from pregnancy—and pressed.

"AGNNN—DRAHKAN—"

"That's it. Come for me, wife. Come on my cock."

Your orgasm crashed over you and you screamed his name, body convulsing on his lap, walls clamping down around his cock. And as you came, he thrust up one final time, and his knot pushed past your entrance, swelling inside you, locking you together.

"GYAAHHHH—"

He came with you, flooding your womb with waves of his seed, mixing with what was already inside you from this morning and last night and every day before.

"Fuck," he breathed, forehead pressed against yours. "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too." You were both panting, both shaking, both utterly spent.

His knot held you together, locked in place, his cock still spurting inside you. Your belly pressed against his, and you could feel the baby moving, disturbed by all the activity.

"Sorry, little one," you murmured, looking down at your stomach. "Mama and Papa were just loving each other."

Your husband snorted, but his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Everything was perfect until a knock came a minute later.

Drahkan's knot hadn't softened yet, so he hadn't pulled out—even if he could pull out, he never did. Not when he could stay inside you a little longer. You were both dozing, his chin resting on top of your head, your hands caressing his chest.

A knock echoed on the door.

"Enter," he called, not bothering to move.

The servant, a young dragon woman you'd hired three years ago, kind and discreet, pushed the door open. In her arms was your youngest son, Kaelan, barely a year old, his dark scales glinting in the firelight. His chubby face was scrunched up, tears on his face.

"Forgive the interruption, master," she said, eyes carefully averted. "But the little one is hungry. He's been crying for his mother."

You immediately reached for him—or tried to, forgetting you were locked on your Drahkan's knot.

"Bring him here," you said, voice still wrecked from earlier but now mother-soft.

The servant crossed the room and placed Kaelan in your arms. You little baby was beautiful—dark scales like his father, but your eyes, your nose. You held him to your chest and he latched onto your breast immediately, nursing with the desperate hunger of a baby who'd been waiting too long.

"There," you murmured, stroking his scaled cheek. "Mama's here. Mama's got you."

Drahkan watched, his cock still inside you, his hands around you. Around his family. His eyes were dark, hungry, but not for sex this time. Hungry for this. For the picture you made: his wife, swollen with his sixth child, nursing his youngest, still impaled on his cock.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

"Hey! No bad words!" you chastised him softly and he laughed.

"Sorry, my love," he said. "It's just so nice. I will never have enough of this."

You looked up at him, milk drunk baby at your breast, belly heavy between you, his seed leaking down your thighs.

"Good," you smiled. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed your forehead. "I know."

Kaelan finished one breast and you switched him to the other, milk still dripping from the first. Drahkan's hand came up, thumb wiping away a bead of milk from your nipple, bringing it to his lips.

"Sweet," he said. "Like everything else about you."

"You're just saying that because I'm full of your seed."

"I'm saying it because it's true." He kissed you softly, and you moaned against his mouth. "Now finish feeding our son. I want to have you again before dinner."

You laughed, shaking your head, but you didn't say no. You never said no anymore. Not when being his had given you everything—a home, a family, a love you'd never thought possible.

Kaelan finished eating, milk-drunk and sleepy, and you held him against your chest, feeling his tiny heartbeat against yours. Drahkan's arms wrapped around both of you, his knot still keeping you connected, his warmth surrounding you.

"I love you," you said again, because you could never say it enough.

"I love you too," he replied. "My wife. My mate. My forever."

You were completely, utterly, exactly where you were meant to be.

On his cock. In his arms. His.

Always his.

THE END!!!!

Don’t be shy, comment/ reblog if you enjoyed this story, I’ll love you foreverrrrrr

[shep-hawke]

"The Dragon of Aerion Brightflame" Chapter 1 of 2

My fellow monster fuqqers, both certified and amateur, I invite you all to read my latest piece.

Dragon!Valarr x Aerion Brightflame

Expect some dragon kissing sloppy style, some scale caressing, and very high temperatures 🔥🐉

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

[monstersholygrail]

Do you remember the dragon bf that got reader pregnant cause she was the only one that could take his dicks?

Can we have a part 2 please?

The two part of that would probably be super messy and sloppy pregnant sex tbh. Neither you or Dragon Bf would be able to go without each other for long. Especially bc dragon pregnancy’s probably take longer than human ones.

Dragon Bf wouldn’t let you walk anywhere and you wouldn’t even be on bed rest. He just didn’t want you to have to deal with the back pain of walking around. Then any time you were sitting down or laying down he’d be doing something for you. Fucking you, eating you out if you were too sore, his fingers casually inside you, or if you’re feeling really rough he’d just rub your feet like the good mate he is. It would become a normal part of your life before you forgot what it was like before. Every act bringing a swell of relief for you both as you have all that you need together.

[beautyandthemonsters]

Surrender to The Dragon: Part 5 (Dragon!Hybrid!Monster x Human!Fem!Reader)

PART FIVE: THE SURRENDER

Summary: you continue to refuse Drahkan's marriage proposals despite your body's response to him. Until one night he proves that your fighting fuels his desire...

Trigger Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, dark romance, fighting as foreplay, power dynamics, coercion (emotional), P in V, knotting, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, pregnancy references, captivity turning to acceptance, stockholm syndrome, size difference.

<----- PART 4

DRAGON MASTERLIST

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

Three weeks.

Three weeks after the torture and death of your horrible step-family.

Three weeks of silk sheets and expensive food and Drahkan's hands on your body every night.

Three weeks of fighting him, of telling him no, of swearing you would never marry a monster who had taken you against your will.

And three weeks of coming undone on his cock every single time.

"No," you said for the hundredth time, pushing against his chest as he hovered over you on the bed. "I won't marry you."

"You will." He didn't move, his weight warm against your body. "Eventually."

"Why do you even want to marry me? You already own me. You already use me however you want." You tried to knee him in the groin, but he shifted his hips, avoiding the blow. "What difference does a piece of paper make?"

"It's not a piece of paper." His hand caught your wrist, pinning it above your head. "It's a bond. A promise. A claim that no one can dispute."

"You already have a claim."

"A legal claim. A financial one." He caught your other wrist, pinning it beside the first. "I want more. I want you to choose me."

"I'll never choose you."

"You already have." He lowered his head, lips brushing your throat. "Every night, when you wrap your legs around me. Every morning, when you're still wrapped around my knot. You've chosen me with your body, even if your mouth won't admit it."

"That's not—that's just—" You squirmed beneath him, trying to escape, but his grip was iron. "That's just biology!"

"Biology?" He laughed. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"It's the truth!" You bucked your hips, trying to throw him off, but he was too heavy, too damn strong. "My body responds to stimulation! It doesn't mean anything!"

"It means everything." He released your wrists and sat back, pulling you up with him until you were straddling his lap. "Fight me."

"What?"

"Fight me." His hands settled on your hips, holding you in place. "Hit me. Scratch me. Bite me. I want you to fight."

"You're insane."

"Probably." He smiled. "But I'm also hard. And I want you to fight me while I fuck you."

"You want me to... what?"

"Fight me." He pulled your nightgown over your head, baring your body to the dim light. "It gets me hard when you struggle. When you tell me no. When you try to escape."

"You're sick."

"I'm a monster." He shrugged, unbothered. "You knew that when you met me."

"I didn't MEET you! I was DRAGGED to you!"

"Same difference." He flipped you onto your back, settling between your thighs. "Now fight me. I know you want to."

You did want to. You wanted to claw his eyes out. You wanted to knee him in the balls. You wanted to scream and bite and scratch until he let you go.

So you did.

You raked your nails down his chest, and he groaned in pleasure. You tried to knee him, and he caught your leg, pushing it wide. You tried to bite his shoulder, and he thrust into you, filling you completely.

"AGHHHH! You—fucker—AHHNN!"

"That's it." He thrust deep and slow. "Fight me. Struggle. Tell me no."

"No—no—I hate you—I hate—"

"I know." His hand found your throat—not squeezing, just holding. "I know you hate me. I know you want to leave. I know you wish you'd never met me."

"Yes—gnnnnn—yes, I wish—I wish I'd never—"

"But you also wish I'd fuck you harder." He thrust brutally, and your words dissolved into a moan. "You wish I'd never stop. You wish I'd fill you with my seed every night until you're swollen with my young."

"No—I don't—GNNN—I don't want that—"

"Your cunt says otherwise." He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, making you scream. "You're squeezing me like you want to keep me inside you forever."

"Shut UP—ahhhh—shut up—"

"Make me." He smiled, that cruel, beautiful smile. "Fight me. Bite me. Do something."

You bit his shoulder—hard enough to draw blood—and he roared, his cock swelling inside you.

"Yes!" he growled. "Yes, just like that. Hurt me. Mark me. Show me you're mine."

"I'm not—yours—I'll never be—"

"You are." He fucked you harder, faster, driving you toward the edge. "You've been mine since the moment I first saw you. On your knees. Naked. Crying. Begging."

"I never begged!"

"You did." His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit. "You begged me to help you. And I didn't. I fucked you instead. And you came so hard you passed out."

"That's not—I didn't—"

"You did." He rubbed your clit in tight circles, and you felt your orgasm building. "And you're going to come again now. Right now. On my cock. While you tell me you hate me."

"I—hate—ghnnn—I HATE—"

"Say it." He thrust harder. "Say you hate me."

"I hate you—I hate you—I HATE—"

"Say it while you come."

"I HATE—AHH—I HATE—GYAAHHH!"

The orgasm ripped through you, and you screamed his name—you didn't mean to, you couldn't help it, but it came out anyway, torn from somewhere deep inside you.

"Drahkan—DRAHKAN—AHHH!"

"That's it." He groaned, his knot swelling, locking you together. "That's my name. Say it again."

"Drahkan—please—Drahkan—"

"Marry me."

"No—AHHNNN—"

"Marry me." He exploded inside you and you felt your belly swell with his seed. "Say yes."

"I can't—I won't—"

"Why?" He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against yours. "Why won't you marry me?"

"Because..." You were crying now, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Because you took everything from me. My freedom. My choice. My body."

"I gave you pleasure."

"That's not the same thing!"

"Isn't it?" He pulled back, looking into your eyes. "I've never hurt you. Not really. I've stretched you, yes. Filled you, yes. But I've never hit you. Never starved you. Never locked you in a dungeon."

"You locked me in a bedroom!"

"A bedroom with silk sheets and three meals a day and servants to attend your every need." His thumb wiped away your tears. "I've treated you better than anyone in your life."

"My father—"

"Your father died and left you with monsters." Drahkan's voice was suddenly gentle. "I killed those monsters for you. I let you hit them. I let you watch them suffer."

"You didn't do it for me. You did it because they owed you money."

"I did it because they hurt you." His hand cupped your face. "The money was an excuse. I would have killed them anyway."

"Why?"

"Because you're mine. I knew you were mine the moment I saw you." He kissed your forehead. "And no one hurts what's mine."

"That's not—that's not love—"

"No." He pulled back, looking at you with those burning eyes. "It's not. But it could be. If you let it."

"How?"

"Marry me." He shifted, his knot still locked inside you, and you whimpered. "Stay with me. Let me take care of you. Let me protect you. Let me fuck you every night until you forget what it felt like to be afraid."

"I'm still afraid."

"You shouldn't be." His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. "I would never hurt you. Not really. The first time—I had no choice. And I prepared you. I made sure you were ready. I could have just taken you, torn you open, left you bleeding. But I didn't."

"You still—"

"I still took you without your consent. Yes." He sighed, his chest rumbling. "I know. And I'm not sorry. But I'm not proud either."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I told you already." His voice was raw. "From the moment I saw you—on your knees, crying, still fighting even though you knew you couldn't win—I wanted you. And I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

"You want my body."

"I want all of you." He kissed your shoulder. "Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I want you to laugh at my jokes. I want you to yell at me when I'm being an ass. I want you to wrap your legs around me every night and moan my name."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I'll wait." He pulled back, looking at you. "I'll keep asking. Every day. Every night. Every time I'm inside you. Until you say yes."

"That could take forever."

"I have forever." He smiled. "I'm a dragon hybrid, little human. I'll live for centuries. You'll be gone in the blink of an eye. So I need to make every moment count."

"That's morbid."

"That's honest." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Marry me. Let me make your life worth living."

"You're manipulating me."

"Probably." He grinned. "Is it working?"

"No."

"Liar." His hand slid down your body, finding your clit again. "Your body says yes. Your cunt says yes. Your heart says... what does your heart say?"

"I don't know." You looked away. "I don't know what my heart says."

"Then let me help you find out."

Again, he moved, slowly, gently, his knot still locked inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough at the same time.

"Marry me," he whispered against your ear.

"No—"

"Marry me."

"I can't—"

"Marry me."

"Please—"

"Marry me." He thrust deeper, and you moaned. "Say yes, little human. Say yes and let me love you."

"You don't love me—"

"I could." His voice was fierce. "I could love you so much you forget what it felt like to be alone. I could love you so much you forget their faces. I could love you so much you forget why you ever said no."

"That's not—that's not how love works—"

"Then show me." He stopped pumping, holding himself deep inside you. "Show me how love works. Teach me. I've never loved anyone before. I don't know how."

"You expect me to teach you?"

"You expect me to figure it out on my own?" He smiled, and there was something vulnerable in his eyes. "I'm a monster, little human. I take what I want. I don't ask permission. I don't negotiate. But I'm asking you. I'm negotiating. I'm trying."

"Why?"

"Because you're worth trying for."

That shocked you. You looked at him—really looked at him—and saw something you hadn't seen before. Not the monster. Not the loan shark. Not the cold, ruthless creature who had taken you against your will.

Something else. Something almost... human.

"One condition," you said finally.

"Anything."

"You let me leave." His face fell, and you rushed on. "Not forever. But... I need to know I'm not a prisoner. I need to know I can leave if I want to."

"You'll come back?"

"I don't know." You met his eyes. "But if you trust me.. if you really want me to choose you... you'll let me go and see if I come back."

"That's not—"

"That's the deal." You pushed against his chest, and this time, he let you move. "Take the knot out. Let me up. And let me leave."

"Now?"

"Now."

He stared at you for a long moment. Then, slowly, he pulled back. His knot had softened enough to slip free, and you felt empty when he left you. But you ignored the feeling.

"You have three days," he said, his jaw hard.

You tutted. "I have as many as I need."

"If you're not back in three days, I'll find you."

"I know." You stood on shaky legs, pulling your nightgown back over your head. "I know you will."

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You came back in two.

Drahkan was sitting in his office when you walked in—the same room where it had all begun. He looked up when the door opened, and for a moment, his face was unreadable.

Then he smiled.

"You're early."

"I missed the silk sheets," you mumbled, walking toward him. "And the food."

"And me?"

You stopped in front of him, looking up at his scaled face. Those red-black eyes that had haunted your dreams. That sharp jaw.

"Maybe," you said. "A little."

He stood, towering over you, and pulled you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, warm and strong, and you let yourself relax into his embrace.

"Marry me," he said.

"Yes."

His breath caught. "What?"

"I said yes." You looked up at him, and for the first time, you smiled. "Yes, I'll marry you. Yes, I'll stay. Yes, I'll let you fuck me every night until I forget my own name."

"You're serious?"

"I'm serious." You reached up, touching his face. "But if you ever hurt me—really hurt me—I'll cut your cock off while you sleep."

He laughed, loud and joyful. "I would expect nothing less."

And then he kissed you. It was different from the other times. Softer. Gentler. His tongue swept into your mouth, and you moaned against his lips, your fingers tangling in his short hair.

"I love you," he whispered against your mouth.

"You don't know that."

"I know." He pulled back, looking into your eyes. "I know I love you. I knew it the moment you came back."

"I came back because I wanted silk sheets."

"Liar." He grinned, scooping you up in his arms. "You came back because you love me too."

"I came back because your cock is huge and you know how to use it."

"That too." He carried you toward the bedroom, his strides long and eager. "But mostly the love thing."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He laid you on the bed, and the silk sheets felt like home. He hovered over you and you reached up to touch his face.

"One more thing," you said.

"Anything."

"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."

His smile was hungry. "That was the plan."

And he did just that. He took you slowly at first, kissing every inch of your body, tasting you, worshiping you. His mouth found your breasts, your belly, your thighs. He buried his face between your legs and made you come on his tongue, then did it again just to hear you scream.

"Please," you begged, your fingers fisting in the sheets. "Please, Drahkan, I need you inside me—"

"Say you love me."

"I love you—aghhhh—I love you, now PLEASE—"

He pushed inside, and you both groaned. The sensation was rapture—the stretch, the fullness, the way his scales dragged against your inner walls. But it was different too. Sweeter. Deeper.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel so good. You always feel so good."

"Move—please—move—"

He did.

Slowly at first, then faster, harder. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you onto his cock with each thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his scaled back.

"Harder—AGHHHH—harder—"

"Like this?" He slammed into you, and you sobbed. "Like this, wife?"

"I'm not—your wife—GHNNN—not yet—"

"Close enough." He fucked you harder, faster, driving you toward the edge. "You're mine now. Forever. Say it."

"I'm—yours—I'm yours—"

"Forever."

"Forever—AHHHHH—Drahkan—I'm going to—"

"Come for me." His hand found your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, wife. Come on my cock."

"AHHH—DRAHKAN—GYAAH!"

The orgasm shattered you, and he followed right after, his knot swelling, locking you together as he filled you with his seed. You clung to each other, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

"I love you," he said again.

"I know." You kissed his chest, right over where his heart would be if he had one. "I love you too."

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you, you impossible monster."

He laughed, pulling you closer. "I'm going to fuck you all night."

"Promises, promises."

He kept his word.

He fucked you until the sun rose. He fucked you until you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't remember your own name. He fucked you until you were nothing but sensation—his cock, his hands, his mouth, his love.

And when you finally collapsed, sore, exhausted and satisfied, he held you in his arms and whispered promises against your hair.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

"I know."

"I'll protect you forever."

"I know."

"I'll love you until the day you die."

"That's morbid."

"That's honest." He kissed your forehead. "Now sleep, wife. Tomorrow, we start forever."

You closed your eyes, and for the first time in years, you felt safe.

PART 6 (FINALE) ---->

Every interaction reminds me people are enjoying this dark story of mine and that means everything. I really appreciate you my loves

[cozypinklover]

WHEN YOU'RE JEALOUS

Paring: : Centaur, Orc, Werewolf , dragon, husbands x female human reader.

Warnings: : double penetration, oral, dub con, public sex, nipple clamps, chains, size differences, breeding, knotting (I’m new to that concept) possessiveness, werewolf husband and reader have children together ♡

A/N: I know centaurs were asked so I’ll deliver!  Ask: Can you do a monster fanfiction where the reader is the jealous one?

ORC

Maybe the intense summer heat was an excuse for couples to get naked and take a cool dip in the lake near the village. Orcs were shameless, well, in human standards they were. Nudity and sex weren’t taboo, no one ever shied away from a good time, especially on special occasions such as the annual summer festival. At first, when you moved in with your husband after journeying around multiple cities and towns, you were quite surprised at how carefree orc culture truly was. Even after being married for almost half a decade you still try to at least salvage what was left of your dignity and wear a swimsuit at events like these. Your husband never took things too far, always respecting your wishes to keep your sex life private, but you never really wanted to admit the whole thing did turn you on… maybe you were still too square. Normally you would sit on the edge of the lake by your husband while eating food cooked from the fair. It was common for neighboring orcs, humans and other monsters to show up to celebrate with alcohol and food to cool off. The event was huge, a phenomenon where creatures from across the globe could get along for a few days to celebrate the summer.

It took awhile for you to get ready today, normally you’d go to the lake with your husband, but you just couldn’t find your bathing suit for the life of you. You looked everywhere, in the bathroom, under the bed, in your closet, only to find all of your swimsuits untidy and thrown into the laundry basket near the window. You could have cleaned one up..but that would take forever, you’re sure you’d probably miss the whole festival. So, you decide to go outside with a long towel wrapped around your body. You found it in the bathroom in a panic, dust and lint curled onto the ruffled fabric. It seemed like it was in top notch condition to hold you up for a while.. maybe you’ll just go home early tonight after eating with your husband and friends.

The festival was as expected, loud and overly crowded with couples, friends and distant strangers roaming around. You couldn’t see your husband anywhere, which was shocking since he was relatively pretty huge, even for orc standards. You find your way through countless nude pairs, going to a food stand with your husband's favorite dish. You wait in line awkwardly, fumbling to keep your pesky towel on as it slips past your breast occasionally. You got two plates of the food, a sweet surprise since your husband always buys your meal at these fairs. You just hoped he hadn’t helped himself to the food before you got there, otherwise you’d have to eat this huge plate on your own.

The lake was crowded, orcs and other monsters cramped in small groups and spaced apart. You looked for your husband across the endless stream of creatures, tumbling and turning in grassy hills so you could secure your place by his side. You spot the large outline of him, a big orc with a large wide back and long raven locks of hair spread on his muscular back. You wanted to surprise him, sneak up against him before you got in the water. You hurry behind a large bush, watching as he relaxes his shoulders and closes his eyes, perfect, you had thought. This was the perfect time to jump out at him—

“Hi there, handsome.” You stumble on the ground, landing hard on the bushy floor, a tall woman, a pink succubus with light pink hair stands besides your husband, she’s nude, most people here are.. and damn did she look good.

You knew your husband was a handsome orc, no matter the species you were always a bit insecure about your place as his wife when others looked at him. “What are you doing all by yourself? Want some company?” A few more women appeared behind the tall succubus, all beautiful and nude as they towered over your husband as he sat silently in the water.

You could only hear the distant sounds of the chattering crowd behind you and a few crickets chirping by your bare feet. You watched as your husband took a sip of his large drink in hand, his chest heaving before he finally spoke. “Come out, I know you’re there, I can smell you.”

You stiffen, legs going numb from embarrassment and fear. You were terrified to walk out there.. let those women see you, let them judge you, let them believe he deserved better than this small human thing.

“Who.. what are you talking about?” The pink woman in front places a hand on her hip, looking around the dark forest. Carefully, you stand up, two paper plates in hand as you stare them down.

“Ah, I knew it,” the woman scrunched her face. “I thought I smelt human flesh from here.”

“Is she your maid?” Another woman asks

Your body burns from embarrassment, and anger, you always doubted yourself as your husband's wife. He was the chief after all, and you were only human. Maybe they were right.

“Speak ill of my wife again, wench, and I’ll cut your damn head off.”

Your husband stood up, walking over to your side. His body looked chiseled, water droplets oozing down his large chest. You all couldn’t help but stare in awe.

“Come here, let’s find another place to sit.” He lifts you up, taking the paper plates out of your hand in one swoop. He treads through the water, strong muscular legs swaying easily as he carries you to a public area filled with orcs and a few humans.

You lay into his chest once he sits down, heaving body shuttering as you cry. He immediately lifts your face with his large hand, placing the plates of food off to the side. His stern expression made you feel self conscious, weak, and all you wanted to do was hide yourself away. Drown yourself in the water.

“Look at me, wife.” He hugs your smaller frame to him before lifting you up to kiss your trembling lips. “You are stronger than them. Ignore it, it’s beneath you. They are beneath you.”

He nuzzles himself into your neck, hot breath drying the tears that fall to your chest.

In an act of courage , you grab his shoulders, thrusting yourself up so you can taste his salty tongue. Your towel is gone in an instant, flowing and forgotten in the dark water.

He holds your hip, large hand already pumping and tugging his thick green cock.

You slip him inside your pulsing hole, thrusting your hips violently against him. Water splashed around you, made waves soaking your upper back.

“That’s it..” he panted out, the two of you had drawn out quite a crowd. “Take me, take what’s yours.”

You scratch into his chest, fingernails gripping on for dear life as you claim him. “Let them see that we belong together.”

Your breath was heavy, legs trembling around his thick waist when he pumps up into you from below. “Fuck..I’ll never get tired of you, ever.” He moaned out loudly, not caring if anyone was looking. He needed to get rid of all those impulsive thoughts rotting his pretty wife’s mind.

CENTAUR

“Where are you going now?”

Your feet stomp down next to a bush of soft puffy flowers at the edge of the forest as you storm away from your husband who’s putting little to no effort to follow your footsteps as he slowly trots behind you. You were heated, angry, and each time your mind trailed back to that small moment at the local shops an hour ago you wanted to hit yourself. You both had just gone to shop for some ingredients for dinner, that was all, but of course knowing you, you ended up getting completely sidetracked by sideshow snacks.

You wanted to taste it all, and being the good man your husband was, he happily obliged carrying around all the snacks you could grab in a bag on his strong back. You took everything , candies, baked goods, savory dishes and drinks alike, after eating so many delicious things nature called, and you had to run to the bathroom, leaving your husband to wait at the tailor shop. You were only gone a few minutes, the walk between the two places wasn't that long despite the large crowds of various people and monsters roaming around. You were ready to head back home with your husband, you were sure his wallet would thank you after he spoiled you with treats. It was quite a surprise when you came back to see your husband being fitted for a suit, the woman taking his measurements was so close to him, flirting off his ear as she complimented his strong physique.

It was true that your husband was a looker. A centaur who’d turn heads no matter the creature. He was a big soft giant, long black curly hair, alluring sharp eyes, a muscular body and a surprisingly sweet smile.

“Hey,” your husband grabs your wrist, a nice gentle but firm tug to pull you into his chest. “What’s wrong ? Are you upset with me?”

“You’d rather walk today? I can carry you on my bac—“

“No need to worry about me. You seemed to find nice company with that saleswoman at the tailor shop just fine. Why don’t you go ask her how she’s feeling?” A passive aggressive smile perked on your lips as you try your best to pull away, but your husband doesn’t let up. He holds you, a concerned glint in his eye before he hesitantly speaks

“The tailor shop saleswoman? What about her?”

You roll your eyes “I’ve known human males to be quite clueless but I expected better from you.”

“Excuse me!?—“

You yank your hand away, this time actually succeeding. Taking the chance to use your husband’s visible confusion as an opportunity to leave, you turn around to go, and your feet betray you. Shocker. His grip was far too strong for you, and the force when you pulled away hauled you to the ground in a split second. Luckily the warm puffy flowers cushioned your fall. You rub your side, moaning in pain and embarrassment before your husband walks over. You thought he’d ask if you were ok, but when you finally met his gaze you couldn’t help but gulp down your breath.

“You want to question my loyalty, girl? Is that it?”

He flips you over with his front leg, a soft nudge that rolls you onto your belly. “You need me to fuck you at the edge of the forest? Prove to everyone that I’m yours? Hah—“ your husband laughs bitterly, his large body towering over your own. “I thought it was obvious I was spoken for, but since you say otherwise I’ll happily oblige showing you off.”

“Lift up your dress.”

“Let me claim you again since you’ve forgotten my vows.”

Your legs go numb in fright, your usually gentle husband was puffing clouds of air out his flared nostrils as he hovered over you completely. His chest heaved with anger, a solemn expression merging on his features as waited for you to turn around. Perhaps your anger was a bit foolish to someone who devoted himself to the very dirt you walked on. Wasn’t it?

“Maybe I was being a bit unreasonable—“ you began, throat clumping up with spit, your warm body fidgeting from embarrassment when you see the outline of your husband's large cock rise from under his tummy, you wanted to retract what you said, run away, but where could hide against someone as fast as he was?

“..” your usual ebb of jokes couldn’t soothe your husband, being accused of infidelity was a serious allegation, and what kind of man would he be letting those thoughts dwell in your pretty little head.

You weren’t sure how you got like this, but minutes of rough kisses over your bruised lips and neck were enough to coax you onto a large rock, your husband happily maneuvering over you, front muscular legs leaning against stone as he rubbed the head of his cock near your entrance. You were lucky, centaurs' natural magic with their respective mates were strong enough to give you the will power to overcome that aching stretch, even though you’ve felt him in your guts ever since you both met each other. But he was angry, a new side from him that you’ve never seen before, would he punish you for questioning his loyalty?

“Do you feel that?” Your pussy squelched underneath him, his cock dragging deliciously inside until his tip laid a few inches in. He was bullying you. Your prediction was admirably accurate. He buries himself, tip melting your insides as it massages you till it pressed firmly to your cervix. Your puffy wet folds were spread concerningly wide around your husband’s cock, miking him just how you were supposed to “I was made for you” he rasped, and if you could see the look in his eye when he finally bottomed out it’d be downright animalistic, a euphoria that only you can summon.

“I’m sorry—“ you whine, fingers desperately clawing into the curve of the large rock for stability to no avail..he pumps himself up, strong legs holding his massive size so he doesn’t crush you. He was mad, but all he wanted to do was prove how loyal he was…

“You should be…do you think I’d go that low as to cheat on you?” He rasps, hips not letting up as he slams into you, your pussy gaping around his length as thin lines of your arousal drips down your thighs..you hoped to the gods no one nearby saw you getting railed viciously by your husband. “This pussy belongs to me..” he hums, slamming against you “don’t want anyone else..” you gag when he rolls his hips, lips stained with drool when his cock rubs against the sensitive surface of your insides.

“And I’ll fuck you all night until you understand that.”

WEREWOLF

It was common for your husband to be more jealous than you. You were supposed to be the level headed one, the person who’d set him straight if he got too out of hand, and now here you are, walking away from your husband's tournament like a child. Werewolves were known for having annual tournaments in the summer, different packs would come together and compete against each other for sport. The most popular game consisted of fighting, but there were other sports like swimming and track races for those who wanted to avoid being involved toe to toe with a werewolf stronger than them. You were human, and luckily for you (well, if you’ll consider it lucky) you were thereby exempted from most games besides the track race. Not that you could out run a werewolf anyway…

You were always supportive of your husband’s interests in fighting, you’d happily cheer him on in the stands with his family and your children. You’d normally let your father and mother in laws have their time with the kids while you both walked around the fair and ate together, but this year you couldn’t even stand to look at him. You knew your husband had a lot of close friends in different packs, and you were always happy to see him connect with his old friends after being apart for so long, but nothing could have prepared you when you met his childhood best friend. She was beautiful, a tall werewolf with moxie, she was overly confident, very sweet and perplexingly strong..and while you had no problem with her at all, the closeness from your husband and his excitement once he saw her made you feel extremely insecure. You tried to sit things out, cheer him on as usual, but you felt like a third wheel in your own marriage when you compared yourself to her. She was flexible with your husband, a strong personality that’d make anyone around her comfortable. They seemed so compatible that it made you feel sick.

“You look a bit off,” your mother in law sits by you, fuzzy hand wrapping around your shoulder as you stare blankly onto the field where your husband was talking with his childhood friend. “What’s the matter?”

You snap your eyelids shut, finally coming to after watching the game with a numb stiff expression. You smile shyly, still too afraid to voice yourself in fear of being ridiculed. “Lai,” you admit, “She’s getting along with my husband really well, am I wrong for feeling insecure?”

“She’s super nice though,” you retorted, trying to lighten your former bitter words. “I just feel… jealous?”

Your mother in law silently looks at you, then towards her son on the field, she ticks her tongue, teeth baring in annoyance.

You both watch as your husband tussles on the ground with Lai, their laughter playfully echoing throughout the forest as it mixes in with the loud crowd of werewolves practicing around them.

“Look,” your mother in law begins, her fuzzy arm offering you a bit of comfort to lean into. “My son, no, my sons were never really the bright types.”

You smile sweetly at her light joke, noting how her eyes crinkle up when she sees your tension fade away. “He’s not the brightest, none of them are. But, I do know that the fool does love you, he can’t stop talking about you. A little rough play is normal between our kind, they’re just friends, nothing more.”

“I don’t know mom,” your brother in law chimes in, a slab of meat drooling out his lips. He was obviously eavesdropping into your semi private conversation. “I always thought that they’d end up together, Lai did have some pretty strong feelings for him back then, yeah? They match each other really well.”

Oh.

Ok.

Ouch.

Your mother in law snaps her head at her son, teeth baring. Taking the chance to leave the awkward situation, you timidly stand, scooting away from your heaving in laws as you make your way back to your home. You won’t embarrass yourself any further tonight…

You were so close to your home, you wanted to get as far away from your husband as possible, even more so away from your stupid brother-in-law. Most of the family accepted you when you married your husband, except him. And you were sure it was because you weren’t one of them… interspecies relationships were still a bit taboo after all.

“Hey— wait up,” the distant call of your husband’s voice rings out in the woods, you could feel him getting dangerously close, so you stop, not wanting him to tackle you to the ground.

“What?” You turn to him, bitter tearful drops of your sorrow and jealousy finally pooling over your waterlines. Your husband stops in his tracks in front of you.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why’d you leave?” He’s quick to pull you into his fuzzy heaving chest, he had run after you for quite a bit.

“I’m fine…” you rub your puffy cheeks, trying to pull away from your husband, but he cages you in his strong arms.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing—“

“It doesn’t look like nothing, baby, talk to me.”

You twist in his arms, tripping the both of you onto the ground. He pounces on you, large body heaving as he stares you down.

You both tussle around, his strong hands gripping your wrist.

“Lai, you two are close!” You breathlessly yell, pushing at his chest to get him off you, but he stays, wide eyes finally opening in surprise at your honesty “Even your brother thinks she’s a perfect match for you, so why don’t you leave me alone and go back to her?”

Your husband silently observed you, his normally cheerful eyes now filled with wistful regret. He runs a clawed hand over your cheek, coughing up the awkward dryness from his throat before he speaks.

“I’m sorry.”

He licks up your neck, nuzzling apologetically under your chin, his tail hangs below his legs, eyes filled with pages worth of guilt. “I haven’t seen her in years, we grew up together as pups, but I should have known better than to rough house with her like that. We’re not kids anymore..besides,” your husband finally stands, lifting you up in his strong arms before flailing you over his shoulder. “I already have the perfect wife, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“I should have been more aware of how my actions might make you feel..”

Your neck has never been more bruised than tonight. Your husband had called his dad, giving him the ok to keep the kids for the night, tonight, he wanted to ravish you whole. He spent hours kissing and licking over your trembling body, his sharp teeth gnawing into your precious skin to leave his mark. He made sure to rub his body all over you, he needed to merge your scents together. He already smelt like you, but for the sake of both your peace of mind, he’ll drown himself in you tonight.

“M’sorry,” he’d mumble repeatedly against your breast, teeth tugging your sensitive nipple as he fucked himself into you at an alarming speed that made you both gag for fresh air. His cock was always a stretch, and you never learned your lesson so you had to suffer the familiar delicious sting of each inch apologetically working you open. Your husband couldn’t be any more apologetic, he kissed all over your face, warm slippery tongue rolling over the beaded tears that flooded down your cheeks. He loved the salty taste of you, loved tasting anything you had to offer.

“Gonna fucking fill you up again—”

He huffs, growling lowly near your throat to keep you in place when you start to squirm under his heavy weight. “I’d never replace you—ever you’re mine… you’re always gonna be mine—“ his teeth dig firmly, but carefully in your throat as he pumps himself up into you. Your legs were too weak to even wrap around him at this point as you laid helplessly underneath him.

“You want my scent, yeah?” He breathlessly chained himself to you with his legs when you squeezed around him tight “I’ll give you another one of my pups, since you want to show me off some more..” he puffed his chest, curling your legs up and over his shoulders so he could fuck you at a better angle. “I’ll never get tired of you, ever.”

“I’m yours.”

DRAGON

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Can you leave me alone? Thanks.”

You were on top of your husband's large exotic pile of gold, a lifelong collection that pales in comparison to his greatest treasure (his wife). Or so he’d say.

“How can I leave you alone when you’re acting reckless? Come down.” Your husband growls slowly under his breath, smoke from his nostrils flailing up as he circles you from below.

You childishly stick out your tongue, holding in a sharp laugh when you see your husband's nose flare from anger.

“You’re acting foolish,” he barks, loud booming voice shaking your makeshift throne of gold “what kind of woman gets jealous over jewelry!?”

“When I went shopping yesterday morning, do you know who I came across?” You twirl a large golden crown around your wrist, smiling at your husband's vivid irritation, he stops circling you, waiting for you to finish “I came across a fortune teller, I gave her two gold coins to read my future and she gave me a really nice reading about our marriage.”

“Hold on.” Your husband’s wings lower, he rubs his thick browline, hot air puffing underneath him. “You’re telling me, you’re jealous and angry at me over a phony side show fortune teller? You know those things are scams right?”

“I don’t think so, how’d she know I was mated and wed to a dragon?” You huff back at him

“Oh I have no idea, maybe because you walk away in the forest everyday and leave riding on my damn back!”

“She told me,” you happily continue, smiling giddily when you cut him off “dragons trade their mates for their gold. That gold and jewels are worth more than me to you, so, I’m tarnishing it before you rid yourself of me.”

….

…

“You’re an idiotic fool—“ he snarls out after an awkward long minute of silence.

“Oh screw you—“ you hurl a jewel at his head, body tipsy and turning as you fumble on the top of hard gold. You fall in a second off the shaky tower, it’s a long fall, it’s questionable how a tiny thing as yourself got to the top anyhow. Your husband flies under you, swooping you up in his strong arms in an instant.

He holds you tight against him until you both reach the warm cave grounds, an awkward silence lingering before he pins you to the cave wall, large warm body pressing against your tummy and chest

“You believe in tasteless myths. You should know by now that us dragons cherish our mates. From how much I spoil you,” he hissed

“Do I seem cold hearted to you?” He pushes impossibly close to you, a teasing glint in his eye when you return the same energy

“You are pretty rash, maybe you should prove yourself, hm? Tussle up a few of your prized possessions for me.”

“You don’t want me to be angry with you all day, right?”

You never knew your husband as the type who would own such provocative jewelry, but you’d be surprised how much is buried under piles and piles of this lifetime of treasure. Cute little gold nipple clamps, leaving your breast at his mercy to tug and pull on with the cute golden chain in the middle.

“When did you find this, and what were you even planning on using these for before marrying me— and mhh—“ he surprises you once more by wrapping a small gag across your lips, it tasted bitter and metallic.

“I don’t mind breaking some old gold chain if it means I get to see you like this,” he lets you sit on his large lap, straddling yourself steady to him before he lets you take control over his cock. He wanted everything to be fair, let you yank and pull at his gold if it’ll make you happy, so he lets you put a chain around his neck.

He lets you curve around him, short human legs barely snug around his thick frame. He lets you tease him, he loves when you boss him around, so, he challenges you to pull his neck hard, collective hungry eyes watching as you lower yourself down onto his flared iridescent cock. He lets out a loud purr when you finally sink down on him, your wet folds warm and spread on him, heated goo of arousal pooling to his heaving stomach.

“You’re still upset with me?” He blinks under you, eyelids on the brink of closing.

“Hmm,” you hum, “maybe you should make it up to me a bit more.”

A/N: I don’t understand how I have a breeding kink but I don’t want to get pregnant lmao

[midnightwolf-42]

okay, I had a random thought. So there are some animals that are able to be male and female at the same time, or are able to shift between them sometime during their lives… so… what if dragons were just… both genders? Having both hardware I suppose? Then whatever you call them is just their preference I guess. Just a random thought that came to mind while I was half asleep and drinking coffee

[monstersflashlight]

Imagine working at a monster restaurant where you are the only human staff. Everyone treats you like a little pet, cooing at you and thinking everything you do is adorable. It's infuriating, but the pay is really good and the tips are outstanding.

Especially from the dragon at the back. The one that comes every single night you are on shift and asks for the same salmon with veggies and a glass of your finest wine. He spends hours just staring at you, talking to you in your break and pretty much making you feel like you are the most special girl in the world. And he always leaves a tip so big he can solve your rent in only one night. You have a bit of a crush on the dragon. Or more like a big, big crush.

But one night he doesn't show up. You are kind of worried, but mostly annoyed that your best customer and the one that always makes your night a bit brighter is not there. The night is a disaster, and your tips end up being shitty because you aren't as bubbly as other nights. You walk home that night feeling awful, your whole body tired and your heart feeling too heavy.

Just to stop dead in your tracks when you spy a big figure sitting in front of your apartment. A very recognizable figure. Are you in danger? Do you need to call the police? You try to think of all the ways things could go wrong, but you are too slow. He turns towards you and stares, a big smirk stretching his dragon features, his fangs shiny under the moonlight. You are about to run when he opens his mouth: "about time, darling. I have a different kind of tip for you tonight."

Part 2