Dragon waking up after centuries with one purpose: you. His mate. His obsession. His heat-trigger.
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Dragon waking up after centuries with one purpose: you. His mate. His obsession. His heat-trigger.
Im vibing because I’m currently working on an oneshot with these vibes! 😉Gonna share it with you when it’s ready.
The oneshot is ready! Read it here!
SMOG JESTER
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Type: wukong
Class: heat/toxin
Diet: omnivore, eats fruit and smaller dragons.
Size: medium (10 ft tall)
Aggression: 3 (hostile)
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A beast of trickery, and explosions. Able to ignite the volatile gas that drags from the end of its tail.
The smog jester dances around the deep jungles, waving its noxious, putrid stoker gas to show its presence. In battle, that haze shows you and your party are about to get blown sky high.
Whispers from your dragon bf
"Look at me when I take you. Look at me when I'm buried balls-deep in your warm hole."
His eyes blaze like molten emerald, locking onto yours as his grip tightens possessively around your waist.
You nod, oversensitive and breathless. Your eyes fixed on him. Your dragon mate. Your body was filled up with his massive shaft. And the pleasure. The depth. The stretch. It was too much. Too good. Not enough.
"Good mate. Don't you dare look away. I want you to see exactly what you do to me, how you bring out this monster. Your body, your moans, your goddamn scent-it's all mine. Mine to touch, mine to wreck, mine to worship. And when I'm done with you, even the gods will know who you belong to."
Reading a Xmas monster smut book when your dragon roommate sneaks up on you…
Your pussy was sinfully wet at what was happening on the pages and you practically devoured the book. It was completely ridiculous and kinky and you loved it —it was a fantasy about a dragon ravishing a knight who’d come to slaughter him on Christmas Eve but ended up fucking him instead —and damn if it wasn’t hot. The dragon was such a horny ass, trapping the knight in the woods, tearing at clothes and pushing his tongue inside—
You squirmed, rubbing your thighs together.
“Fuck— why is this so good?" you whispered to yourself, turning the page. You’d need a sex toy once this was over. Actually, fuck that, you needed one right now—
"Good question."
The deep, gravelly voice cut off your thoughts and sparked a rush of warmth through you. You jerked your book shut as you looked at the tall presence at the doorway. Damn, of all the times he had to come back… Your roommate Kael was leaning against the doorframe dwarfing the place, his emerald scales sparkling in the firelight, his wings neatly folded behind him…
Here’s a little sneak peek to get your hearts racing! If you’re curious about what happens next, you know where to find it. 😙 It’s a two-part one-shot and things only get steamier from here. No pressure—but if you’re into monsters and smut-fest vibes, it’s waiting for you!
Claimed by the Water Dragon PART 2
Pairing: water dragon x fem human reader
Summary: you are pregnant with your dragon’s egg. Your mate is in love with your belly bump.
Warnings: 18+!!!!, monster smut, oral (fem+male receiving), huge 🍆, buckets of 💦, knotting, pregnant reader.
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Sneak peek:
“Seeing you like this, breasts and belly full,” he rasped, “it drives me wild.”
Smiling softly you reached out to the slit that concealed his cock. The huge dragon cock had already emerged from it as it usually did at the mere sight or thought of you. You clutched it in both hands, it was long and thick, with protruding ridges and naturally lubricated. Your mate groaned, the whole house and your body vibrating at his husky voice. You suckled the head, tongue licking the pre-cum. He was too big to take in your mouth so you peppered kitten licks along the length, pumping him with your hands and rubbing your face against it.
“No more…” he drawled, his voice strained. “Can’t… take… it.”
Keep reading.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 38/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Sideswipe (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Smokescreen (Transformers), Mirage (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Bluestreak (Transformers) Summary:
Dangerous. Monster. Killer. Murderer. Chaos. Azar has been called all of those. She was created for only one thing: death. Until the monster had better ideas and hid in the shadows for the perfect moment. Jasper started it all. That perfect moment came, Azar snatched it. A data center didn't see it and fell because of that. The creature gained information of a dangerous situation. Jasper started it all. She goes to fulfill a mission and saves two in the end; starting the ball to roll. Everything in her life has been messy. The blood pooling around her can say enough. All she has to do is navigate through it all and make it on top. Azar can, she's stubborn, wild, and won't stand down. That's all she needs in life... or is it? A forceful interaction with a grumpy bot changes a lot for her. But she can't help but feel the need to fight it, to not accept this could be good for her. Azar only thinks herself as monster. Many people throughout her life have told her so. The thing that parents tell their kids to fear. Her parents sure taught her as any other.
This story is the newer version. It's been rewritten, hence in the title 'new'.
This is the hopefully final version of Monster Dragon. Wings, shawl, foot wrap, safety pin, scroll-on-horn, and dragging tail have all been yeetus deleetus’d.
Her shawl was lost when she changed(she ripped it), and her foot shape changed so that ripped her foot wrap. She has nothing left of it. (I have another doodle that will mention more about this.)
She still keeps her dragon scrolls, they’re just still on her belt instead of her horn.
Bicep scars still a thing.
Tail skinnier, held up like normal, still naturally crooked.
Dragon still uses the sack to haul books around with her tail, but only when she’s going out to specifically gather books/scrolls.
The design was too busy, the wings were stupid and not needed, etc. I like this better already, I was able to doodle her extremely quickly a second time without having to worry about the stupid wings, ripped shawl, etc.
Been wanting to change a few small things about Monster Dragon for a couple days. The main changes are:
Made Monster Dragon’s smallness more apparent. I did previously state she was smaller than most other monsters, but I didn’t elaborate on HOW small. Monster Dragon is barely a bit larger/taller than normal Dragon. I tried to show just how minimal the difference is with the size of the Cursed Book still being almost on par with her normal look.
I decided that Monster Dragon didn’t really need to change that much from her normal self. Her monster form comes from a completion of the curse, meaning her body would finish completely changing into that of an imp creature, and The Imp would have way more control of her. She didn’t need to become a big bulky lanky monster. (Imps also tend to be on the smaller side in my experience with fantasy stuff)
Monster Dragon, despite being smol, is quite scrappy(because The Imp is an ass). She gets in a LOT of tussles with Librarians while scavenging books. You may notice wire-claw marks on her wing membrane.
Removed the various scrolls tied to her body, except for her dragon scrolls on her horn. The other scrolls aren’t needed, as this version of Dragon doesn’t keep scrolls for trading or gifting or personal interest. Instead, she stuffs various books and pages into the sack she drags along with her tail, then deposits them all in piles at her Library. She never seems to touch them unless she’s cursing them, but will get quite pissed if anyone else touches or tries to remove them.
And a few other fun facts:
Monster Conductor is the only one she allows in her Library.
Her green shawl seems smaller because a lot of it has been ripped and lost. That’s all that’s left of it.
Monster Dragon is sort of a merging of Dragon with The Imp, with The Imp having far more influence. But there are still many Dragon-like things left behind, such as the obvious reluctance to let go of her scrolls or her green shawl, and her tolerance of The Conductor. She’s definitely still in there somewhere.
This would only happen if Dragon was forced to read the book again, or if she for whatever reason cracked it back open herself.
Dragon has a Library train cart that Monster Conductor still regularly hauls around for her if she needs.
In this train cart, you can probably still find the mask Tiger Salamander made for her among the clutter, though it’s in desperate need of repair.
@becauseimgabbeh-blog (for Conductor mentions)
@nightlightdragon1 (for Tiger mention)