#dragon shifter!reader

[foxyanon]

Convincingly Human: Part 1

Summary: Sihtric moves to Coocham and meets an interesting woman with a secret. Takes place between Season 2 and Season 3.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Dragon Shifter!reader

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: creature death by fire

Word Count: 2208

Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

He had moved to Coocham with Uhtred and the rest of the men, finally settling down after all the events following Beamfleot. Even though his lord had denied his request to marry so he may start a family, after everything that happened, he was just a bit relieved. He wouldn’t admit it, but it wasn’t until after the battle when he realized he wasn’t quite ready for that chapter of his life. At least, that is what he thought until he met her many moons after he settled into his own home.

The first time he had seen her, he was completely taken back by her beauty. Stunning would be an understatement of a word to describe her, a sentiment shared by many of the men in Coocham. She only ever visited the market once a week, purchasing supplies before leaving Coocham once more to wherever she went. Sihtric was enamored immediately, not letting the teasing and jests of his friends stop him from attempting to pursue her. He learned she didn’t live in town from the baker’s wife, apparently choosing to remain separated from society but for what reason no one could say. The day he finally gathered up the courage to approach her was one he’ll remember fondly, the way she spoke to him with genuine kindness and the way she said his name after introducing herself had his palms sweating from the nerves. It wasn’t until she practically floated away at the end of their brief interaction that he realized there was far more to her than meets the eye.

After that day, he started watching her far more closely, noting the way she carried herself with a confidence even Uhtred could not match and moved unnaturally gracefully. Her skin was flawless, not such much as even a freckle on her face. Her teeth were pearly white and straight, something he had never seen before. There were no scars or calluses on her hands, no dirty nails or even dirt on her. She was easily the cleanest woman he had ever seen, no dirt or dust on her clothes and not a hair out of place from her simple styles. In truth, she was perfect. Too perfect.

He tried bringing it up to Finan and Osferth a week later, but they brushed him off and said he shouldn’t look too far into it, both of them more concerned with enjoying the relative peace they were afforded for the time. He didn’t wish to bother Uhtred with his concerns, since he was busy with his own duties and his family. No one else was willing to hear his words on the matter and instead, he figured that he was the only one who noticed that there was something off about this woman.

It took a few months of observing and getting nowhere, so he finally decided to ask her to join him for a drink at the ale house. Perhaps if she had a little alcohol in her system, she would slip up and Sihtric would see beyond the illusion that surrounded her. Was it the proper thing to do? No, but he was too scared to ask her outright in the event he offended her and something in her demeanor warned him not to do that. When she agreed to join him that evening, he won’t deny the sheer joy he felt at the possibility of spending more than just a few moments in her presence made him forget the whole reason he asked in the first place.

The evening passed by smoothly, ale flowing and conversation moving at just the right pace, but she didn’t show any signs of being affected at all. Sihtric was dumbfounded, she had matched him mug for mug and didn’t so much as even slur a single word. The ale house was warm from all the bodies occupying the hall, and even though he was starting to sweat from heat, she seemed completely unphased by it. Gods, her face wasn’t even flushed, but no one else noticed since they were too deep in their cups or focused on their lovers.

At one point, the ale house was so loud he leaned closer to her he could say something to her only for the most potent and intoxicating scent radiating off her skin to overwhelm his senses. It was rich and smoky, slightly sweet and altogether not entirely unpleasant. He groaned softly before catching himself, his eyes locking with hers as she gave him a knowing grin. Sihtric flushed with embarrassment, clearing his throat and downing the rest of his drink and forgetting what he was doing, once again. Every time he spoke, she gave him her undivided attention and when the torch light flickered against her eyes, he swore they appeared almost serpentine and glowed with an inner fire, but when he blinked they were normal once more. He thought maybe his ale addled mind was playing tricks on him, but something in the way she smiled at him told him otherwise.

That night, after having said goodbye and parting ways, Sihtric didn’t sleep a wink as he mulled over every interaction with her. He thought himself to exhaustion, thinking how she remained a mystery even after an entire evening spent with her. She looked and acted human, but only on the surface. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, refusing to believe she was something more on just blind faith. Maybe Finan and Osferth were right, he shouldn’t look too far into it, lest he find an answer he isn’t ready for. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was that he should just accept this was something he was not meant to know.

Rumors from traveling merchants had the whole of Coocham abuzz, stories of some beasts lurking within the woods and preying on the unsuspecting along the roads setting Sihtric on edge. He wasn’t completely oblivious to the rumors that unnatural creatures lurked within the forests at night, but his fear was less for himself and more for his pretty lady. He knew she lived out there alone and even if she was more than a little strange, he worried for her safety against those monsters. When he saw her next, he pulled her off to the side, wanting her to stay in town with him for the time but she refused.

”Please, my lady. It is not safe for you to be alone out there, the stories from travelers worsen everyday. Is there nothing I can say to convince you to stay in town?” He all but pleaded with her, staring into her enchanting eyes and hoping she would see reason.

“I promise you Sihtric, I will be fine. There is nothing out there that will harm me, trust me. Your concern for me is touching and I do appreciate it, but it is wholly unnecessary,” was her response before she glided off once more, leaving him at a loss for words.

He ran his hand down his face after she had left, thinking of how he could ensure her safety before deciding to do something impulsive. If she wouldn’t stay with him, then maybe he could keep an eye on her out there. Which is exactly what he would do, loading his horse with supplies for a day or two after informing Uhtred he was going to look into the rumors of these beasts. It wasn’t a complete lie, but he knew his lord wouldn’t just let him leave if he said he wanted to check in on a random woman. Finan gave him a knowing look, but he knew better than to try and stop the Dane when he had that determined look in his eye.

So, here he was, riding out towards where he guessed his mysterious lady lived as the sun began its descent in the early afternoon. It was foolish and reckless, but he was a warrior and had no fear facing that which goes bump in the night. He set up camp in a clearing after having wandered for some time, the sky varying shades of purple and blue as the sun sank low on the horizon, having not had luck finding where she might live. Normally, the sounds of the night didn’t bother him but this night was different. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and he was consciously aware that he was alone out here, the moonlight casting its pale glow on the wildflowers that grew among the grass. He fell into an uneasy sleep in his bedroll, the fire dying down and the chill of the night slowly creeping into his furs.

A low growl woke him from his fitful sleep, his eyes snapping open as he saw the unmistakable yellow eyes of a werewolf staring back at him. The large beast was on all fours, saliva dripping from its open mouth and teeth gleaming in the moonlight. The two stared at each other, Sihtric cursing himself internally for not having packed a silver blade in his haste to leave Coocham as he wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword, preparing for a fight he may not win. He knew the only way to land even a blow would come from the element of surprise and well timed dodging, as there was no way he would move faster or be stronger than the werewolf. For a beat, they merely looked at each other before the wolf launched himself at Sihtric, the latter dodging at the last moment and bringing his blade down to slash at the torso. He managed to slice a shallow cut, only serving to anger the creature much to his chagrin. The feral and now pissed werewolf backhanded Sihtric in the stomach, effectively throwing him several feet away from the small camp and knocking the wind out of him as his sword was flung from his grasp.

Just as Sihtric’s vision cleared slightly, the beast was on him, pinning him down with its large paws and snarling in his face. His hands came up to push against the creature's chest, pouring every ounce of his strength into fighting it off. Before the wolf could make the final kill, a loud roar filled the air before the ground shook and a massive dragon landed harshly not far from the fighting pair. The wolf seemed to be distracted by the newest arrival, giving Sihtric the opportunity to wiggle out from under it as the dragon slowly advanced on them, a deep rumble escaping its maw. He stared at the mythical creature, feeling light headed from both the fight and the realization that such a being existed. Sure he had heard stories, but they were supposed to be just that, stories.

The two supernatural entities growled and snarled at each other, the werewolf clearly not wanting to fight but angered its meal was interrupted. Sihtric tried to slowly make his way to his blade, giving the creatures a wide berth while keeping his eyes on them. He was breathing heavy and moving slow, the adrenaline beginning to wear off and the pain of his injuries making themselves known. No sooner than he had his sword in hand did the dragon roar lowly once more, a warning for the wolf to leave or else. Seeming to consider its options, its yellowed gaze switching between Sihtric and the scaled beast before deciding to try its luck at getting Sihtric. A foolish choice, and its last.

Before the werewolf made a bound in his direction, scorching hot fire poured from the mouth of the dragon and engulfed the werewolf. The smell of burning flush and the sound of crying wolf overwhelmed Sihtric’s already sensitive senses, and his vision blurred at the edges as he turned away and proceeded to hurl the contents of his stomach onto the barely lit ground. He used his sword as a makeshift cane as he dropped to his knees, the familiar feeling of the hilt grounding him in his rapidly shifting reality. He turned his head and looked at the dragon, who was already watching him closely. He may have imagined it, but he could swear the damned thing looked concerned for him. He had no fight left in him, a look of acceptance for his inevitable death crossing his face as he hoped the dragon would make it quick.

Naturally, this night would only get weirder for him as the beast walked a bit closer before its scales started to twist and fold in on itself, shrinking in size until the unmistakable look of human legs and arms appeared as it shifted into its mortal form. The wings wrapped around the now human, scales disappearing beneath skin as it walked closer, the face of the dragon morphing into a face Sihtric knew all too well. Horns slowly shrank into her skull and as leathery wings forced their way back into her skin between her shoulder blades. Sihtric’s vision blurred once more as the blood rushed to his head, the last thing he saw before fainting entirely being the face of the woman he had been out here for, her bare arms catching him before his head hit the ground.

Tagging: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama @mrsarnasdelicious @synintheraven

@zaldritzosrose @alexagirlie @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @fallingintoyourlilaceyes

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・In his dragon form, The Cannibal is larger than Vermithor, and three times nastier as well.

・With fire that breathed green, he seemed like an otherwordly creature to the people of Westeros.

・Once he was claimed, many came to see The Cannibal 'up close.' Crowds would form whenever you went flying; a sight that so many would tell their children, and their childrens children and so on.

・With sharp black horns that curled and protruded from the dragons head, he was terrifying.

・And you loved him.

・Many asked how you 'tamed' him. But that ... wasn't how it happened.

・Unlike many throughout history; he found you.

・And when he came snout to face with you, you did not balk. For dragons were your family's legacy. If you died by his flame, then so be it.

・The Cannibal sensed that.

・Maybe it was bravery. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was the fact that you felt so alone that you did not care what may have happened.

・Your relationship with the Cannibal was different to other dragonriders and their mounts.

・You never chained him up and put him in the dragon pit.

・You gave him free range of the world. Just because you were tethered together did not mean that you owned him.

・For he was far older and experienced than you could ever be.

・The first time you saw your mount transform, you thought it was a dream. One wickedly wonderful dream.

・In his half form, he towers over you at 7.5 feet tall. With long onyx coloured hair partly braided, two glowing green eyes, pointed ears and a face so ... handsome yet scarred, menacing and well honestly a little terrifying. He looked like a death promise to those who look him in the eye.

・Some of his teeth are sharp as well, and he challenges anyone who looks in your direction.

・He's completely attached to you, because why else would he want to be around other people, other beings?

・His name? He was happy with being called Cannibal - but you told him he couldn't be out in society with it. So his 'human' name is: Vorzhul.

・The Cannibal/Vorzhul is very wary of others; as his time has been spent alone. He doesn't know how to converse with others without coming off as ... slightly crazy.

・That's one of the reasons why he becomes so attached to you. Not only because you are his bonded rider, but because he feels like his walls can come down.

・He can be quite funny at times -

・Particularly when he mind-speaks during something important.

・When you're feeling down, he reminds you that: "I'm eternally yours."

・So now you never feel lonely. Or that the world is against you. Because someone always has your back. No matter what you say or do.

・The knowledge that certain dragons can shift, is only known by certain people. High ranking people. Ones who have blood sworn not to tell another soul.

・One maester, your parents and the Hand of the King.

・Marriage is a difficult subject.

・Some shifters will allow their bonded to marry another. But not yours.

・Even if it is tried, he will turn into dragon form and eat those who come to marry you. And their families.

・So it is either, he marries you or a war will break out.

・When he's in his hybrid form, Vorzhul is able to understand English and High Valyrian. With some people he pretends not to know English and lets them talk shit until he responds.

・They usually excuse themselves (basically running away)

・When he's in his dragon form, he'll only take commands in High Valyrian though, just like every other dragon.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

No Social Skills (The Cannibal/Vorzhul) x No Social Skills Either, That's Why We're Bonded (You)

Undying Loyalty x2

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Intertwined Destinies

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

I Need You by James Newton Howard

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・As you would think, he is completely dominant in bed. Rough; hands gripping you tight against him, teeth sinking into your skin without a second thought.

・His tongue decided it liked the taste of your skin, and started moving further and further downward. And then he pushed your legs apart and devoured you until you came three times ... in a row.

・His animalistic nature could not hold off when he was with you - the suppleness of your skin, the way you trembled underneath his grasp.

・He laughed when you finally wrestled to sit on top of him, only for him to buck you off and roll you onto your back:

"You will have to try better than that little one."

・He felt primal around you.

・Like a peace he never had, had finally found him.

・And sex was more than pleasure; it was about connecting with you. Becoming one with you.

"Just let it stay in a little longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved)"

You whispered back, "elilla (honey), you are too big, and it hurts."

He huffed and with a frown, slowly slid himself out of you.

"Are you pouting!"

"No."

"You are!"

"No I am not!"

[cluelessatthispoint]

A Dragon's Hoard pt.1

(Mythical AU of the 141)

(This fic is inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo.)

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You've never been one for the warmth that most people eminate. The kindness that sparkles in someone's eyes when they see someone they know and love. The way a person's tone changes to show their interest in a conversation, or how families get close and share hugs amongst one another. It's sweet, you think. Sweet but pointless. Smiles can be faked, tones can be raised and lowered on a whim. Scrunchingbupbyour nose in disdain as you spy another group of travelers walking along the beaten path. The sounds of their laughter and idle chatter already fading as the sounds of gravel underfoot growing fainter.

A pang of envy settles between your ribcage. The feeling of it twisting and festering almost burns. Never once had you ever experienced that. Never a tender smile or a kind word was ever directed at you. Thinking back as far as you can, there was always one constant: being alone. Ever since the great fire raged six summers ago, you've been displaced. Wandering and begging for scraps of food or even taking refuge within the churches when the bitter cold sweeps across the land. It is a harsh life for a child your age. Eleven years old and orphaned. Truly, if the orphanages weren't so full and if the staff cared, you figured you'd be stuck there. But seeing as they were full to bursting and low on income, you were throw. To the curb and barely spared a glance by any passersby.

Which brings you to the present. Living in the woods as best you can, your lean-to near the city's walls, but far enough to be undisturbed by mercenaries and gangs. The farther out away from the city the more people fear to tread. The tales of the great dragon who prowls the far edge of the woods have been told by young and old alike. Each story growing more fierce and bloody with each retelling. But so long as you're living without being pestered by people it's fine by you. Scowling as the bright sun shines brightly overhead, you practically have to squint to make out the shapes of birds flying overhead or in the trees. Sling shot in hand and a pain in your empty stomach spurs you on to find a meal. There are plenty of edible roots this time of year, with a few already back safely tucked into the confines of a nook in your lean-to. The only piece left to a decent meal would be some protein. With the birds twittering and chirping overhead. The sounds of mother birds feeding their squalling chicks is grating to your ears. Already irritated beyond compare from hunger pangs and envy. You screech out an angered shout as you set off your loaded slingshot amongst the trees. A sick hope of the rock somehow hitting a bird makes you smile bitterly. But the only thing you can hear is a gruff chortle followed by a accented baritone voice.

"Well now, what have we got here so far in my end of the woods?"

Your eyes widen as you can see a figure come stumbling out of the foliage. His tone possessive as he mentions the woods being his. A large hand on his head rubbing the sore spot of where the rock made impact. An apology rises to your warbling vocal chords only to be cut off as you see the large, curling horns protruding from his head. Smoke billowing from his mouth in a steady stream as he lets out an amused chuckle at your speechless state. Stretching his arms overhead in a mocking show of strength. You can see one large green wing furled in close to his back.

"Well?"

His deep voice sends a wave of fear through your bones. He could easily snap your neck with a flap of his wing, or crush you with his bare hands if he wanted to. Gazing wide eyed in fear...you can only think of how the stories that were told were true. Looking up at the hulking figure, you can see why the stories were never the same. This dragon...this man...this creature is somehow both. A hybrid of sorts.

Not bothering to stay around and chat. You bolt as if the devil himself were after you. Your tiny legs running as fast as you can. With the way your autonomic nervous system is kicking in. Your legs feel both like jelly and pins and needles from all the adrenaline. Panting heavily as you run the feeling of copper rises to your tongue as your lungs strain for air. Running was never your strongest attribute. The hybrid could tell that as well as even over the beating of your heart in your ears you can hear him running not to far behind you. His strides much longer than yours, a grin on his face as you can hear a giddy sort of chuckle rumblebfrom his chest.

"What's a hatchling like you doing all the way out here sweet thing?"

A pair of strong arms wrap securely around you as you flail and kick wildly. The scent of smoke and sweat fills your nose as you scratch at the arms holding you in place. The rumbling timbre of his voice sends vibrations through your body as he holds you securely against his chest.

"Been watching you for a while hatchling, all alone in these woods. Should have been eaten a long time ago."

As if those words weren't frightening enough, deep down in the pit of your belly you know them to be blaringly true. The amount of times you've stayed up in the night fending off wild animals were more than enough to prove his point. Tensing in the Hybrids strong arms, he adjusts his hold as if holding a squirming newborn fawn. His hot breath ghosting over the top of your head and neck. As if sensing your blinding fear, the hybrid chuckles, a rumbling purr rising from the chest behind you.

"Hush now...Papa's here, lil treasure. Papa's here."

Stilling immediately out of fear at the hybrid’s words. Whether condescending or not, you can't help but relax slightly. The fight leaving your tired body as soon as the adrenaline runs out. Your heart pitter pattering in your chest almost painfully. Sucking in greedy lung fulls of air, you can't help but relax begrudgingly against the warmth that the massive body behind you eminates. You're stuck here now.

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We all know who the dragon is :) it's everyone's favorite tired dad Price!

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[monstersholygrail]

what if umm 👉👈 shape shifting dragon bf x masc!reader but the dragon is really huge and really worried about accidentally hurting his tiny human boyfriend but the boyfriend tells him it's ok I can take it I swear I'm tough and he tries to ride the dragon while he's so big but is clearly having a really hard time taking it all so the the dragon shifts down juuust enough without telling him and he's like "oh wow good job!!" or something I guess idk

Taking on the Dragon

Dragon Shifter x Male!reader— marking, anal, stretching, multiple orgasms

Ever since you found out that your boyfriend of a few months could actually shape shift into a ginormous dragon, you’ve been utterly fascinated and intrigued by the prospect of seeing him in all his dragon glory.

More importantly, you’ve been even more interested in fucking him in his dragon form. Your bf already had a thick cock in his shifter form, but imagining how massive he’d be as a fully shifted dragon made your cock throb in your pants.

Who knew your bf would awaken the monster fucker in you?

The only problem was getting your boyfriend to actually show you his dragon form. You spend weeks after first finding out trying to convince him to show you. But it’s like he knew. The second he’d transform you wouldn’t be able to help yourself but to pounce on him take him that instant.

It was infuriating how well your bf knew you. Though that means he also should’ve known that this was not something you were about to give up on. Every chance you get you bug him about it. Pestering him and practically begging him to show. And he knows how much you hate to beg, the brat in you usually refusing.

That is how much you wanted him. All of him. And eventually your Dragon bf comes to see just how much it meant to you.

So he arranges the whole night, knowing you’ll have to recover after. On hand he has the biggest amount of lube you’ve ever seen. Your Dragon bf clearly over-preparing in his nervousness. You know he doesn’t want to hurt you and the fact warms your heart. But you want this, need this. Just thinking about it has pre dribbling from your slit and making a mess of your briefs.

Eventually you can’t take his endless pacing as he checks and re-checks everything in his warm comfortable den. So you walk over to him and place a gentle hand on his muscular arm. Even without the dragon form your bf was a big man. Excitment curls in your belly imagining how much bigger he’ll get.

“Calm down, babe. It’s ok, I can take it,” you say with the utmost confidence.

Still, your dragon bf doesn’t look too sure. A smirk plays on your lips as you cup the nape of your bf’s neck and bring him down in a slow tender. Neither of you daring to back away until you’re both soft and pliant in each other’s arms.

“I’m like… super tough. So I can totally take dragon dick. And next time I’d definitely be able to take some dragon ass.”

Your bf chuckles lowly, making you shiver against him. He mirrors your smirk as he starts slowly backing you into the pile of furs he calls a bed.

“That’s pretty confident of you, eh? Who said anything about next time?”

But your dragon bf pushes you down into the furs and for the first time during the whole night you can see just how excited and turned on your bf is. His eyes never leave your face but yours travel over his form as skin fades to scales and he grows taller and taller in size, all signs of his human features shift into that of a dragon.

You gape up at him, marveling at the sheer size of his form. When before, his den he brought you to appeared huge, you can now see your bf nearly reaches the top of the cave. And when you look down, down, down, you gape again. This time at the sheer size of his cock.

“Not so cocky now, baby?” He purrs, leaning close till his snout is only inches from your face.

“Not yet.”

Your bf chuckles at your confidence despite his nervousness. He takes you in his claws and brings you up to rest on his underbelly. His touch is careful like he’s afraid to break you if he holds too hard. And honestly you feel so small and breakable in his arms, you almost want him to squeeze you and tease you with his strength.

But he’s all focused on you, your dragons bfs hard cock twitches, his tip leaking just from having your body on his. Yet he never tries to rush as he slowly stretches your ass on his fingers. Gently taking it one digit at a time as you lay on his belly.

Your moans echo through the den, your hold on your bf tightening as your bf finger fucks your ass so tenderly. Your heart flutters and your cock leaks, already overwhelmed by being more and more filled. You can’t wait to try his cock.

When ready he lifts your body with ease. He hasn’t even pushed into you yet and you already feel like his little fuck doll. Both of you gasp as he starts to push in, his girth forcing all the air from your lungs to make way for his cock.

The stretch is so delicious and you already start shaking after only a couple inches. But your dragon boyfriend remains careful, slowly thrusting inch by inch, waiting for your ass to open up to him like a flower.

“I-is it all the way in yet?” You whimper, your body sagging against your bf like his length has sucked up all your energy.

Your bf looks down, biting his lip in worry. He’s sure you can’t take much more but you want it so badly. So as smoothly as he can, your bf slams up the rest of his length into at the same time he shifts a little back back into a human, making his dragon size a bit smaller and allowing you to take his full dick.

He smooths his claws over your back, shushing you gently as he waits patiently for you to adjust.

“Mhm. What a good boy f’me, taking my cock like a champ. You’re gonna make such a pretty little cum dump,” he coos in your ear as he pulls his length almost all the way out before slamming it back in.

For the rest of the night he brings you to orgasm after orgasm, making a bigger mess of his underbelly and your ass each time you both cum. And with each new release he shifts a little closer to his dragon form, continuing to stretch you to his size till you’re totally fucked out and a wreck. Your insides successfully destroyed by his monster cock as you finally made it all fit.

[dark-moonlust]

The Dragonshifter’s Mate

Pairing: dragon shifter x human f!reader

Summary: you stand before a mighty dragon, his molten amber eyes looking at you with hunger. You want to become his mate. He accepts and shows you his human form—a towering, golden-skinned male with a dual cocks that promise both pleasure and pain.

Warnings: sneak peek but here’s what to expect: nsfw, size kink, possessive dragon shifter, sexual tension, 2 monster 🍆 🔥, intense kisses, intimate touches.

You stood before him, small and vulnerable in contrast, while his eyes, molten pools of amber, fixed on yours with such intensity that you jerked a little, every inch of you alive and aroused.

"You've come back," he drawled, his voice a low, silky growl that echoed through your body.

 His gigantic figure shifted, the sound of scales sliding across stone filling the room. "Why?"

You gulped, your heart racing in your chest. When you'd left your village, you had no plan. Just the overwhelming desire to be with him, forever.

"I couldn't stay away," you admitted, your voice shaking. "I tried, but... I had to see you again."

The dragon's maw shifted in what appeared to be a smile, sharp teeth showing.

"Humans are such curious creatures," he said, tilting his head as he roamed his eyes all over you. "So delicate, yet so brave. You understand who I am, and yet you stand before me unafraid."

"I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore."

He chuckled, a rich, resonant sound that sent warmth down your belly.

"These are brave words, but bravery will not protect you from who I am. I warned you again and again to forget about me—"

"I can't!" You took a step closer, your boots crunching against the scattered diamonds and gold coins on the floor. You didn't give them a single glance, all your eyes could focus on was him.

"I know you can feel it, too. There is a bond between us," you said, your gaze never leaving his. "Our meeting was never a coincidence but fate. I need… you."

The dragon's pupils narrowed, and for a moment, the cave appeared darker and the air heavier.

"Do you realize what you're asking for?"

"Yes," you said, your heart pounding. "I know."

"And you fully agree?To be mine?"

"Yes. I want to be yours."

This is a taste of what I posted today! There’s lots of smut to come and I’m planning it to be in Part 2. Check it out if double 🍆s are your kink hehe

[gazstations]

Trying my hand at little scenarios involving hybrid/shifter!141. I tried to think of different creatures than I've seen for some of the boys, but some were too perfect to pass up. This is probably lame, but here you go...

TW: Quick mentions of breeding/pregnancy, obsessive behavior.

You're a thief that takes more and more risks every time. A sleazy man in a tavern gives you a contract to steal something worthwhile from the supposed dragon hybrid that lives in the mountains. You agree, maybe half a pint too deep.

You journey out into the woods later that week and find a looming cave. It's easy to enter. If you weren't blinded by your determination, you'd realize how suspicious that was.

The place is warm and full of gold, as expected. There are some other random treasures as well. You had never seen a dragon hoard before. It baffles you where someone even finds all of this stuff.

As you're elbow deep in one section of golden items, you hear a low timbre behind you. You happened to visit Dragon!Price right in the middle of his most intense rut.

And being in a rut means he obsessively hoards.

You don't mind if he adds you to the collection, do you? Maybe he'll pin you amongst his trophies and stuff you full of his clutch. He's been alone for a long time.

Safe to say, the news of your "death" spreads through the town when you fail to return from your excursion.

♡◇♡

You're the princess/prince of a struggling kingdom. The king and queen got dragged into a war they could not handle in order to keep their alliance with another neighboring kingdom going.

After the castle suffers from an invasion, your parents plead for the gods to send you protection. You are their only child and heir to the throne, they cannot lose you. They will hold off on making any marriage alliances in exchange for peace as long as they can.

Gaz appears on the steps of the castle one day. He exudes a regal energy and seems to know everything about you instantly as his heartfelt eyes analyze you closely. He's a cross between a lion and eagle, and his wings alone are majestic.

Your parents are overjoyed. The gods must have sympathized with them to send a Griffin hybrid. They take it as good fortune.

They don't seem to mind as Gaz slowly imprints on you. Giving you soft, newly preened feathers. Tucking you under his wings whenever you're exploring. Marking you with his scent in every way.

Griffins are known to protect treasure. And even once the war is over, Gaz knows he's not letting you go.

♡◇♡

Every time someone has died in your village, you see a large black wolf right before. The thing is emaciated, though doesn't seem deterred in the slightest. He's lithe and quick regardless. The village has taken to calling him Ghost.

You often find him prowling the graveyard whenever you go to visit a family member who has died. The pup watches from a distance, and when you end up crying, the canine howls for you. You swear his eyes glow orange in the gloom of the graveyard. For a feral animal, it sure is interesting.

You always try to find his den. It must be somewhere in the premises of the graveyard if he's always there. Your bleeding heart tells you to help the poor stray.

One time, you manage to catch the bastard and he whines the whole way. He nips at the heavy leash you've subdued him with. You manhandle the beast into your little cottage and drag him to the bathroom.

Your bathroom didn't survive the wolf's stubborness.

He reluctantly jumps up onto the bed with you that night, and when you scratch behind his ear he lets out a bitter chuff as he leans into it and wags his tail.

Just don't scream too loud when you wake up to a grown man wrapped around you. He smells oddly like death.

♡◇♡

There's a seal that won't leave you alone. It chuffs and flops on the floorboards of your simple fishing boat, making it rock slightly as you stare the creature down. You're unsure of whether or not to play submissive or be intimidating.

The seal stares at you with big eyes, nostrils flaring as it analyzes you. It doesn't seem threatened, scared, or really anything. It's just one very big seal that lumbers around.

He dives back into the water after a little bit, and you sigh in relief.

But he shows up every time you're out. Blubbered form hitting the deck and glistening under the sun. You grow wary less and less as the visits continue. You even offer him some fish from the collection you already caught.

You, admittedly, become attached to the creature. Not many people can say they befriended a seal.

And the oddly docile animal takes your affection and runs with it.

One day, you wander down to your docked boat in the cove and find a man lounging against the edge. He fiddles with some ocean worn charm as he hums to himself.

The man beams when he spots you. You don't notice the pelt he leaves on the floor as he walks your way.

You arrived in Johnny's life just in time for mating season. At this point, he doesn't care if you take his pelt. He will purposefully "lose" it and have it magically appear somewhere in your belongings.

[blackmissfrizzle]

I Told Y'all I Was Coming Back

Terry has now spent centuries wandering this Earth alone. When he plants roots in his new home, he makes an annoying, unexpected friend and possibly something more. A young woman accidentally discovers his secret and now he has a human woman as a friend. At least she's a millennial and not Gen X or Z.

Come along for a ride with Terry and YN! This is not a linear series. I will be writing random one-shots about the reader and Terry. So, you can send suggestions to the ask inbox (respectfully, doesn't mean I'll write them). I'm so excited for this journey. Shoutout to this man for getting my creative juices flowing.

I hope this causes a little bit of chaos before bed lol. Good night, beautiful people!

One Shots:

Dracarys

MUTT

[kaidabakugou]

𖤐 OCTOBER 7TH | "PLAYING WITH FIRE" 𖤐

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♱ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ | ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ | ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ/ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ | ᴘᴜʙᴇꜱ | ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ | ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ | ꜱᴘɪᴛ | ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ | ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ | ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx | ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋ | ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ʜᴇᴀᴛꜱ | ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ | ᴋɴᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ | ᴋɪʀɪʙᴀᴋᴜ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ | ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ

♱ — 𝐖𝐂: 6.4ᴋ

♱ — 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ᴇᴇᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ!! ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪᴇꜱ!! ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!!♡

𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖌𝖔,

𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙.

The taste of ash weights heavy on your tongue when you descend through the clouds towards the glare of fire below. The heat from the smoke prickling at your skin causes you to tighten your grip around the black spikes on Kirishima's back where you sat atop the crimson dragon as he rushes towards the commotion below, massive leathery wings tucking close to his large body - far too large for a juvenile like himself as his shadow swallows the night sky behind him when you emerge from the sea of smoke revealing the magnitude of destruction the town has suffered in mere moments. Streets that were once booming with vendors and some of the finest establishments you could find this far south of the kingdom, now nothing but ruins that further crumble under the weight of the wind from the red dragon’s wings as you continue to hurry towards the source that caused such calamity.

You'd traveled from the west with Bakugou, the dragon prince, and his dragon Kirishima, the Crimson Dread, under the orders of the king to deal with the issue of a fiery dragon that's been rumored to have gone rogue and has been terrorizing the southern towns at night. Upon your arrival the immensity of the situation was evident when the ancient bridges that connected to the neighboring towns were demolished for the river below to swallow, something only the great scaled beasts could manage, leaving the southerners to result in new measures and travel by boat.

It was only your second night in the town when you were setting up the fire place in your inn with Kirishima whilst you waited for Bakugou who ventured into the other side of town in search of something to cook for the three of you for the night, when the thunderous sound of an explosion in the distance alerted you. Rushing to the open area of the plaza where Kirishima could shift without causing damages to the housing nearby as you quickly mounted the dragon and headed towards the commotion. The orange glow of fire blazing in the horizon only feeding the worry that sat heavy on your chests knowing Bakugou was near that area of town, and now as you fly through the core of where the beast continues to wreak havoc, you could only pray to the gods above that he was okay.

A piercing roar ahead pulls you from your thoughts as it collides with the crackling sounds of Bakugou’s explosive magic followed by the clashing of steel from his dual swords. The silhouette of the onyx dragon comes into view amidst a pit of fire, your eyes frantically searching for your prince as you spot him beneath one of the beast's hind legs trying to wriggle out from between its three prehensile talon-tipped toes that hold him captive as the chest of the dragon begins to glow a deep orange hue, preparing to spew a stream of deadly fire upon him that was sure to leave a flaming crater in its wake from the force - one that not even Bakugou’s fire resistance could survive.

Swallowing the vile lump that builds in your throat at the thought, you lean forward against Kirishima’s back, the rough scales of the dragon’s armor brushing along your palm when you reach for the large spikes of his torso. The ones that prepare him to attack once you give him the command, but just as you take a sharp inhale to give him the order you're interrupted by the rumbling of snake-like hisses building up a thunderous roar as Kirishima leaps towards his opponent.

Catching the attention of the onyx dragon as he directs his fire towards you, but the Crimson Dread is not only known for his size, but also for his abnormal speed and agility that was rare for a beast of such calamity as he quickly rises to flash his hind legs. Sharp claws locking onto the beast’s neck, pinning him down as the horrid screeching of both dragons clashes together - one from anguish in a desperate attempt to be released and the other from a raging hunger for blood as Kirishima's claws pierce through the black scales, slashing the dragon’s throat open causing it to wriggle beneath him as it chokes in its fiery blood. But the red beast remains unsatisfied as he leans down to grasp the head of his victim in between his dreadful maw before tearing it from its body and tossing it into the fiery pits of its own creation followed by a victorious roar that seems to further agitate the flames that surround you.

You press your palm to his scales in an attempt to calm him despite how taken aback you were from his actions for he has never acted on his own without his rider’s orders regardless of the ravenous creature he was. Gently caressing his heated scales whilst you coo down at him as his snarls slowly shift into low rumbles under your touch when your soft voice reaches his ears between haggard breaths. Shaking his head with a final blow of smoke through his nostrils as his scales shudder from head to tail until he returns your pets with a content purr, letting you know he's calmed down before directing your attention towards Bakugou who was already climbing up the dragon’s side to join you on his back. Unharmed, lest a few scratches that oozed with blood yet nothing you couldn't heal later with your magic.

“All good?”, bare chest pressing against your back as he leans forward to press his palm to the crimson scales alongside yours as you look over to your side where his head rests on your shoulder. Only answering with a nod when your eyes meet his vermilion ones, not all there as he looks lost in thought before your gently nudge him with your elbow as they focus on you again, sharing the same concern for your dragon but nothing to fret about right now considering the long night you've all had as you feel him relax against you before signaling Kirishima again. Taking to the skies once more as you fly back into town for the night since you couldn't do anything else for now until the fires die out with morning come.

The ache in your muscles melts away as you sink deeper into the hot springs, the warmth enveloping your body when you rest against the edge to peer up at the night sky where remnants of the smoke from the fires obstructing your view of the stars as the faint orange hue of the horizon begins to fade, letting the sound of the water around you prevent your mind from thinking back on the prior events.

Once a dragon bonds with one rider, no other person can bond nor ride them throughout their life for they will remain loyal to their mount until they are parted by death, but Kirishima is the first ever dragon to bond with two riders. Claiming both Bakugou and you as his mates, a rare case in history that not even the wisest of maesters could decipher, tossing it up to be a result of his shifter abilities. But being a mate to the great fiery beasts of this era was not for the faint of heart as dragons undergo different stages in their lifetime that could be overwhelming for some, and your dragon’s recent stubborn behavior could only mean the beginning of one thing.

You lean over the edge towards the tray that rested on the rocks near the natural basin, reaching for the bowl of hot water to pour it over the previously strained matcha before taking the chasen and begin whisking. Too distracted to notice the water rippling behind you but your ears prick at the sound of low purrs approaching, hearing him before you feel him as sharp claws circle around your thighs. Curving along the plush skin of your hips to trail up your sides causing the hairs on your spine to rise towards your nape as he presses his nose above your rear before following the prickled skin up towards your shoulders in a slow calculated pace that causes your toes to curl against the hot stone below until his nose finds the crook of your neck - inhaling deeply as he savors your scent, the smell unlike any other causing his tail to slowly sway from side to side through the water whilst the purring amplifies. Feeling the vibrations against your back when he presses his hot chest to your skin as you lean into his frame, claws circling your abdomen when scaled arms hold you close causing you to hum at his touch as you settle back into the water.

The heat that radiates from him rivals the one around you as hot puffs of air fan across your skin, feeling the tips of his forked tongue ghost along the back of your ear where his nose is nestled into your hair. An occurrence that wasn't foreign to you since the three of you often slept wrapped around each other and Kirishima would find solace in sleeping with the smell of his mates right under his nose, but there was something different in his current demeanor.

When a dragon's heat is near, there are often visible warning signs to heed to avoid falling in their grasps when overcome with lust. The scales along their skin tend to darken in color, one of the more elusive signs to notice considering the change is very minimal but easily spotted for those that are in constant contact with the scaled giants. Their breathing patterns as well as their purring shift from long and passive inhales to heavy huffs followed by exhales of higher temperatures to their regular hot breaths. Every dragon's purrs are slightly different in melody but it's often deeper while in heat, emitting from somewhere further down their chest and at a much quicker pace than normal. The most identifiable of the signs are their behavioral changes, although already territorial, dragons tend to be more aggressive and jealous towards others lurking around their den and mates as well as seek out physical touch more often and show higher levels of affection. All signs that usually begin to manifest weeks in advance.

But Kirishima’s changes only began hours prior. Even though it wasn't the first time his heat had started abruptly, another unknown factor that the maesters could only assume as a product from his shifter abilities, it was the first time you've been in battle when it happened. Which justifies your worry while seizing the onyx dragon earlier.

The air around you felt heavy and the tension was almost palpable with the way he was holding you, like prey caught in the jaws of a predator as his claws travel along your skin, occasionally gripping at your flesh while his hold on you tightens. Moments like these remind you of the danger that he kept hidden from you most of the time until he had you in his grasp - so pliant and at his absolute mercy, he could do anything he wanted and you’d let him.

A sharp dark claw travels across your abdomen in slow back and forth motions beneath the water before trailing up the exposed skin of your chest. Circling your tits in a teasing matter that has your nipples hardening at the threat knowing it wouldn’t take much effort for those claws to rip into your skin. Kirishima smiles against your neck when he feels the way your heartbeat increases under his touch, how the rise and fall of your chest quickens the more he greedily explores your body. Savoring the way your smooth skin feels against his calloused one, the sweet scent of you downright intoxicating as he feels his teeth ache at the thought of you on his tongue. Moving his mouth to rest at the juncture of your neck at the temptation to feel your skin give under the force of his fearful maw, tearing into your flesh and watching you bleed for him as his purring deepens at the thought knowing how pretty you’d look covered in crimson to match that of his scales.

His tail curls around your ankle as it slowly travels up your leg until it’s wrapped around your plump thigh, squeezing the fat of it while scales drag against the curve of your rear. The scaled pointed tip ghosting along your inner thigh as it occasionally brushes through the tuft of hairs above your cunt at slow, almost ticklish pace that had you suppressing your moans against the edge of your cup as you bring the warm tea to your lips, enjoying it while you can knowing that it will soon be forgotten with the way Kirishima’s scorching breath was fanning over your skin alerting you of how close he was to your vital spots.

“Fuck, my love”, the searing touch of his tongue licking along your skin makes you gasp as thick drips of drool burn onto your skin, “I need you”.

“Your heat becoming too much, baby?”, you hum against him before drinking the last of your tea as you reach forward to return the cup onto its tray.

“I could just devour you right now”, he purrs close to your ear as he takes a deep inhale of your skin, continuing to let your scent invade his senses. “Will you let me, love?”

“Go ahead”, you tilt your head further giving him access as your voice falls into a breathless whisper at the feel of sharp teeth grazing against your skin. “Tell me how I taste”.

A guttural growl ripples from his chest at your words as his tongue laps at your skin again, more drool dribbles against you before his lips press to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder sucking on that spot as you arch your back with a sigh, the feel of his teeth digging ever so slightly into your skin behind closed lips sends a whirlpool of emotions to your gut. The moans you suppressed earlier ripping from you when his fangs finally break through your flesh as a rush of warmth spreads across your skin where he eagerly drinks from you, letting your blood quench his thirst before he sucks bruising kisses higher up your neck making you squirm against him.

Tightening his grasp as he slowly moves your bodies towards the edge of the natural basin where claws circle your waist to spin you around as he looms over you, caging you between the warm stone that digs against your back and his large body as he presses himself against you. Gently nuzzling his nose into the top of your head before slowly trailing down the center of your forehead to meet your nose as your eyes lock with deep pools of scarlet staring back at you. Your hands reach for his biceps, feeling the scales shift under your touch as you continue to trail upwards towards his nape where your fingers brush through the crimson strands of his hair whilst your other hand reaches for a stray strand on his forehead, securing it behind the dark, curved, and angled horns that protrude on either sides of his head that would demand submission from even the most endowed elks that roamed the enchanted forests, a grin spreading across his lips when you do before he leans down to press his lips to yours.

Hot breaths melding with each other as claws curl around your throat pressing his purlicue beneath your chin causing your head to tilt further, giving him more access as his lips move frantically against yours - messy and wet as spit smothers against your skin while your tongue tangles with his long one until the need for air becomes inescapable. Leaning back to catch your breath as far as his firm hold around your neck allows you but he can't help but chase your lips with his sharp teeth, keeping his intentions gentle against the delicate skin but still so, so hungry for you as he nibbles on your bottom lip until it splits for him. The sting makes you hiss as lustful eyes meet your equally lewd ones when he slowly pulls back, sucking the small dribble of blood into his greedy maw until your lip slips from his own. Not giving you enough time to recover as the warm pads of his digits digging into the sides of your neck twitch as they pull you back in to meet his lips - mouths bruised and swollen as his tongue swipes against you to lick into the small cut.

Parting from your lips to press kisses on your jaw and down your neck as his hands reach down to grip your waist and hoist you up onto the edge. Stopping when he reaches the valley of your breast as he leans back to look at your body now fully on display for him, mesmerized at the sight like the first time he saw you like this and he can’t help the shudder that ripples through his scales and settles at his pelvis where his cock twitches beneath the water.

Fiery pupils dilate when they rake along the curve of your breasts and settle on your nipples, wet and glistening and so inviting as he dips his head down to capture the erect bud in his mouth. The feel of sharp teeth scraping against your skin threatening to pierce through your flesh sends shivers down your spine followed by the smooth contrast of his warm tongue alternating between fast flicks and tight curls against you that causes your hips to slightly grind forward as arousal begins to gather at your core. The faint smell of it hitting his nose only riles him further as he suckles on your tit harder while roughly kneading the other as he pulls and twists the bud between his clawed digits.

Only stopping to sink his teeth into the flesh of your chest again and again with low mumbles of ‘mine’ whispered into each nibble as he continues to trail them down your abdomen. Drowning in the increasing scent of your arousal the closer he gets to the source, his mouth unable to stay away from you other than to quickly move to another unmarked spot on your skin as his breaths become haggard at the mouth watering aroma of your drooling cunt leaking onto the stones below. Calloused hands curve beneath your thighs as he spreads you open for him, ankles resting on his broad and scaled shoulders while his mouth never leaves your skin as it reaches your pubes. Inhaling deeply into the tuft of hair as he feels the way your body twitches against his touch when he slowly pulls the hairs between his lips, his warm breaths feels almost ticklish but the sensation is quickly replaced by the slight sting from his tugging before he releases the hairs from his lips.

Diving forward again to run his nose through them, his head dipping lower and lower until the slick feel of your pussy lips meets with his own, savoring you a little longer as he trails his nose through your swollen slit causing it to part as he does. Eyes fluttering at the feel of your arousal coating his skin before finally surging forward into your heat making you arch in your spot as your arms stretch behind you to support you further from the intensity of his mouth against you. Tongue pressed flat on your pussy as he wriggles it from side to side while thick globs of saliva drip from his thirsty mouth onto you - creamy slick and viscous spit mixing together as both of you become more and more lost in pleasure.

Moans falling from your lips without a care if others residing within the inn could hear you for you’re unable to hold them with the way his tongue laps up towards your clit, circling it with just the tip before his lips wrap around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up to meet yours causing something to ripple in your stomach the closer you get to your release. Watching how they darken when he feels your fingers skim across his pointed ears, ghosting along the wet strands of hair before wrapping around one of his horns knowing it would get a reaction out of him with how sensitive they were, especially during his heat and you can't help the grin that breaks through your features when you see his lip curl with the nastiest growl you've heard resonate from his chest thus far. Strong enough to make the water around him shake causing it to ripple at the same thundering cadence while his hands pinch and knead at your thighs, feeling how the muscles clench and tremble under his touch when you feel the vibrations of his snarls against your pussy.

Causing your features to morph into a whine as you let your head roll back onto your shoulders to release a moan up towards the sky while briefly closing your eyes before your entire body jolts when Kirishima slots his hot mouth onto the length of your puffy slit. Demanding your attention as your eyes meet again, a newfound hunger in his fiery orbs as your clench around his imposing figure when the tips of his forked tongue tease along your entrance before wriggling it’s way inside - velvety walls tightening around the incredibly long and thick muscle as it spreads you open, greedily slurping every last drop of creamy arousal that pours from your messy pussy.

Both of your hands now wrapped firmly around his horns to pull him closer and the snarl that follows causes his sharp teeth to scrape dangerously against your swollen clit, sending you over the edge as static rings in your ears making the world around you spin as your release gushes into his awaiting tongue. Claws dragging up and down along your thighs leaving red, throbbing marks in their wake before they press into your hips, threatening to pierce the skin as he holds you down when your hips continue to jerk and twitch. Overstimulated as he continues to drink every last drop of your sweet nectar, not stopping until he gets his fill as your cries clash with the loud and wet squelch of your pussy ravished by his hungry maw.

Slowing his movements to ease you down from your high as his tongue slithers out of your warmth, running it through the red and swollen folds of your sopping wet pussy before leaning back to watch the pretty mess he created - thin threads of syrupy slick and viscid spit clinging to his skin causing it to glisten under the faint moonlight emerging from the smokey clouds as the distant fires begin to die down. Whimpering at the empty feeling as you fall back onto the stones breathless, your hands slipping from his horns in exhaustion only for scaled ones to catch them as he brings them towards his face, nuzzling into your palm to lay kisses onto your wrists - soft and tender unlike the previous ones as he repeats the actions on the other one before trailing up the length of your arm while slowly rising from the water to slot his body above your own.

Warm droplets of water dripping onto your skin where he continues to lay gentle kisses as his lips press against your stomach to travel up onto your breasts, briefly nibbling on the plush skin before dipping towards your collarbones; feeling how he follows the outline of your protruding bones with the tip of his nose to settle at the small hollow at the center where his searing exhales fan over your skin causing you to lean your head back to allow him more access as he wanders up the length of your throat where he slows down to feel it contract against his lips when you swallow, eliciting his purrs to return as they vibrate into your jaw until he curves along your chin to finally capture your lips in his. Tasting yourself on his tongue when it tangles with yours as it freely explores every inch of your mouth before he pulls away to peer down at your pretty face, noticing your eyes glossy with tears as he smiles down at the sight before leaning in for a kiss once more.

So enthralled with each other that you don't hear the distant call of your names when the wooden door of your room slides open. Only the feel of something hot dripping against your thigh capturing your attention, making your breath hitch into him as he pulls back to press his forehead onto yours for the both of you to peer between your bodies to reveal his large cock.

A mass of dark pubes trailing from his belly button towards the base where thick veins throb with need around a swelling knot as they fork out onto the ribbed crimson ridges that matched those of his scales leading up to a tapered tip that dripped molten globs of creamy white onto your skin where it hanged heavy causing it to curve downwards from the weight and size as it twitched the more his knot continued to grow with the overwhelming and carnal desire to empty load after load of the sticky cum that resided within the hefty balls that rested hulking between his muscular thighs inside your heat.

The same thighs that slide closer to press behind yours as a clawed hand slides along the side to grip the back of your knees and guide one leg around his waist, mirroring the action with your other leg as they lock at the dip of his back where his long tail sways languidly from side to side. Securing your bodies together as he lowers his hips to meet yours, slotting his cock between your thighs to slide his pulsing length through your weeping slit. Gasping in unison when he grinds his hips harder through the slickness as your hands snake around his broad shoulders to bring him closer, his lips already chasing yours as claws tangle in the hairs at your nape where he cups your head to deepen the kiss. His thumb smearing away the stray tears that stain your cheeks at the feel of every ridge and curve of his cock rubbing through your slick pussy, getting caught against your clit with each thrust making you mewl into his mouth as he swallows every sound.

Groans and purrs vibrating softly against you when he feels your hips roll up and fall into rhythm with his. Smiling against him when your actions elicit a broken whine to rip from his chest, amused at how such a feared beast could be reduced to such a needy thing when it came to moments like this, entangled with each other in such ways that it's uncertain where one begins and the other ends.

The growl that festers deep in his chest pulls you from your thoughts as a heated sting spreads across your bottom lip when he draws the sensitive flesh between his teeth to get your attention once more, prying your mouth open for him as he chases your bloodied lips with a carnivorous hunger that elicits another growl to crawl up his throat as clawed digits wrap around your wrists to capture your hands in his and stretch your arms above your head, pinning you beneath him and rutting his hips desperately against you until the bulbous head of his leaky cock finally presses against your entrance. Both of you falling silent as you peer down between your bodies, watching how your pussy splits open and swells around each girthy bump of his cock until it reaches the curve of his knot as it presses against your slit; ceasing his movements to relish the feel of your heat wrapped around him while you bask in the way it stretches your pussy so good you could almost feel him in your throat as you lips part around a silent moan.

Heavy knot throbbing against your entrance, not quite ready to slip inside just yet as he rolls his hips back - your pussy molding perfectly to each ridge as the friction makes you arch your back so beautifully into him. Both of your hands restrained under one of his while the other curls around your center to hold you close as his lips press along your jawline, whispering sweet praises in his mother’s tongue as he falls into a steady pace that has the telltale coil winding tightly inside you sooner than expected as white spots cloud your vision when you sink into sweet ecstasy. Soft kisses and nibbles morphing into feral bites as he grows wretched with need at the taste of your blood mixed with the tight clench of your silken walls gripping his cock so deliciously he feels he could devour you whole.

Slowing his thrusts to a gentle rock as his lips find yours again in a sloppy and panting mess - the sound from your heaving chests echoing through the area loud enough to quiet the heavy patting of feet against the damp stone floor approaching your position until a shadow obstructs the dim light of the candles that surrounded the hot springs, looming over you as it waits for the two of you to notice its presence.

“‘M gone a few minutes and you two can't keep yer’ hands off of each other that long, eh?”, both of you peer up to meet vermilion irises staring down at you with amusement. Grin spreading across his features when your eyes simultaneously trail down to look at his cock fully displayed before you, the thick vein beneath his shaft throbbing all the way up his leaking tip where milky beads of white coat his skin.

Meeting his gaze again, your sultry smile matching his own as you feel lips press to your jaw followed by the slight tickle from Kirishima’s hot breath fanning over your skin as he speaks.

“You're just in time, my prince - our little princess is just about ready to take me whole”, a dark claw brushes through the stray hairs that cling to the damp skin of your forehead as he tucks them behind your ear to press his nose to your own, voice falling into a whisper. “Aren't you, baby?”, nodding into his touch while he beckons Bakugou closer.

“Come ‘er, Katsuki… I want to watch you both as she takes my knot”, to which he complies as Bakugou lays down beside you. Pulling you towards him when Kirishima leans back from his position as you straddle the blonde, his eyes wandering down your skin as his fingers trace along the wounds that adorn your body - bruised and bloodied.

Digits stained with red as he brings them towards his lips for a quick taste, eyes fluttering when he does before he reaches for your skin again to collect more of the blood that dribbles from the bites left by the dragon, bringing them up to your lips this time where it mixes with the drooly blood from your bottom lip as you wrap them around his fingers to languidly suck on them.

Clawed thumbs dig into the fat of your hips as Kirishima positions himself behind you, curling along your spine to press his chest against you. His large physique overpowering the both of you when he stretches his wings, briefly casting a daunting shadow that consumes you before he tucks them back into place. Leaning in close to nuzzle his face into your neck as Bakugou mimics his actions to your other side, their warmth encompasses you entirely like a heavy cloth draped over you on a cruel winter. Bakugou’s lips press tender kisses along your mangled skin while a long, wet and hot tongue laps a stripe all the way to your ear where he nuzzles into you once again.

“Hold still for me, my love”, arching into Bakugou’s chest when the tip of Kirishima’s cock presses against your cunt, dripping heavy glops of precum that seared against your skin - so impossibly hot like it was made from the molten steel used to make the finest of swords. Spreading it through your slit as he strokes it up and down causing syrupy strands of arousal to leak onto Bakugou’s thighs before his cockhead catches your entrance.

Immediately feeling the stretch of every ridge and curve again as your lips part around a loud whine, both men reacting instantly as hands roam every inch of your body in a mixture of soothing touches and hungry kneads from sharp nails that twitch at the urge to tear at your skin to elicit more of those sweet noises to rip from your body. Kirishima doesn't waste time to settle on a fast pace that knocked the wind from your lungs, lost in the way your pussy sucked him further - squeezing him so tightly he couldn't help but to nibble on the skin of your neck again, fangs piercing anywhere they could reach causing his purring to morph into wet gurgles from your blood while Bakugou leaned back to ogle at the sight.

In all your years together, nothing riled him up more than moments like these. The both of you look ethereal above him - recalling all the times he had the same thoughts and he fears they might fall short to the sight before him. The first time he laid eyes on Kirishima when the crimson hybrid shifted into a fierce dragon for him to ride after many had failed to mount the fiery beast; the same beast that never allowed anyone to get too close to him, yet there you were mounted on his back treating a tear to his wing while cooing down sweetly at the scaled giant while all his rider could do was just stare at the two of you in awe in that field of freshly bloomed blue irises all those springs ago. He never thought that just winters later he would find himself by a ditchfire and a chalice filled of your joined blood, a scar on each of your left palms to prove it - wed by fire and blood to be sealed by a long night of mating.

And now, as the hard stone cushioned by a the thin bedding of moss forming on the rocks dug into his back as he stared up at the two of you above him, your skin riddled with bites and blood with Kirishima still latched onto your neck as you cried out into the night to soon take his knot, the sight before him rivals all the others for he thinks he's never seen the two of you so beautiful as this very moment.

His heart skipping a beat when both of your eyes meet his own, reaching for him as your hands curl around his shoulders while claws press against the dip of his skull to bring him closer to your bodies. Your lips pressed against his while Kirishima nuzzles the crook of his neck, smiling against Bakugou when you feel his breath hitch at the dragon’s fangs piercing into his flesh. The taste of both of his mates blood mixing on his tongue turn his thrust violent, extremely so you can't contain the overstimulated squeals that ripped from your chest and before you can register it he thrusts forward in a hard roll of his hips until you feel it - a wet pop as you're stuffed to the brim with his knot. Your eyes rolling while you feel lightheaded at the mixture of his thick, knotted cock grinding deep inside of you along with the heat that radiates from their bodies engulfing you completely.

Claws suddenly digging into your flesh as Kirishima yanks your bodies closer to him, switching from marking Bakugou’s neck to yours back and forth while lips brushed against skin in a mantra growled in the old draconic tongue.

Mine mine mine

“You're mine, yeah? My blood?”, each question is followed by a pull of his lips against your skin and all you can do is desperately nod against him as salty tears stain your cheeks while your cunt spasms around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper as he grinds rapidly into you.

“Both of you were made for me”, he snarls as his lips chase Bakugou’s next, piercing his bottom lip in a much more hurried manner than he did yours causing a groan to vibrate loudly from the blondes chest as the redhead devours him.

“You were born bound to me, right?”, your bodies were dripping in sweat and your brains were fogging with the overstimulation of both pleasure and pain, as the dragon reminded you who you belonged to while switching between your bodies; licked, sucked, and bitten into the skin of the familiar things pinned beneath him. Chasing your sweat with teeth and tongue, drunk on the scent of home - of mate. Many would call the love Kirishima felt for the two of you an obsession, but that pales in comparison to the unwavering hunger and passion he felt for you.

His thrusts turn vicious, borderline animalistic as he rolls his hips forward once, twice, three times until you finally feel it. The rush of cum pouring in hot, always so impossibly hot, heavy globs against your velvety walls as he ruts his hips close to bury himself deep in your pussy to ensure you were plugged up and stuffed full with his seed that continued to pour inside of you in a never ending river that had the both of you falling depleted against the blonde making him groan at the sudden weight pressed against him. All three of you panting as your bodies relax against each other, hearts beating as one while you let the soothing sounds of the water splashing behind you ease you down from your highs.

But the Crimson Dread was nothing if not insatiable, leaning back as clawed digits captured Bakugou’s chin between them to bring him closer, pulling him into a kiss while you trailed kisses along the blonde’s jawline. Your ear pricking when you hear the redhead speak into the kiss and you can’t help the grins that follow at his words.

“Your turn, my prince”, he whispers while maneuvering your bodies into the warm water to soothe your wounds and prepare you for the long night ahead.

[aleksanderyearns]

shifting is so goofy cause wdym im hunting demogorgons and dating the love of my life (who's fictional in this reality) in my dr but atm im stuck in french class??

[fiendishfables]

Hello! Can I plz request Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x reader where he meets the reader and is attracted to her but after he sees her transform into a beautiful Light Fury dragon (How To Train Your Dragon) he's like: they have to be mine.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Female! Lightfury Shifter! Reader

summary: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ; ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ…

warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff, Lucifer + reader are secretly in love and are complete dorks about it

words: 6k+

a/n: I saw this request and immediately got to work; I love HTTYD, so I hope you enjoy its inclusion in this fanfic. I was thinking about adding 1-2 more parts to this; just let me know in the replies if you guys even want a second part to this; wanna give y'all what you want. Thanks again, anon, for requesting this! ^_____^

A Dragon's Vow

(Part 1?)

Lucifer had been standing in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, speaking with his daughter, Charlie, when he first met you. He had come by the morning after extermination to check on her, as well as the other residents of her hotel (for whom he didn't particularly care for, in all honesty; especially not that Alastor fellow).

They had been speaking about renovations to the hotel after the events that took place prior and during the extermination. The hotel had suffered many damages to both its interior and exterior; damages that normally would take one a while to fix if they weren't in Hell. He promised Charlie his help with fixing whatever needed fixing.

And that's when he first saw you.

Everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, residents and all. His eyes had begun scanning around all the potential bodies that would be helping with the reconstruction of his daughter's life-long dream of a project, when he had spotted a head of pure white hair in the group's mass. He squinted his eyes, as he couldn't remember seeing such a color that stood out as much as it did, but when he saw your face it was all over for him.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your hair had to have been a result of your transformation into the afterlife. He had never known any being to have such a pure color for hair while still being alive. At least, not naturally.

Your body, from what he could see, appeared to be dusted with white glitter markings, highlighting your already beautiful skin. The light coming through the broken windows of the hotel seemed to gravitate towards your figure, as if sensing the need to accentuate how unique your presence actually was.

In Lucifer's mind, it was almost like looking straight at an angel.

Only was he shaken from his thoughts when he finally noticed the pair of snapping fingers that had been in-front of his face for who knows how long. They belonged to his daughter.

"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed, continuing the snap of her fingers in-front of his eyes until he finally gathered his bearings with a blink, turning to look at her.

"Huh- oh, did you need something dear?" He asked, blinking his eyes slowly, like a toad who'd been sitting on a log all day without interaction. Charlie gave a sigh and put her hands together as she then tried again to reach her father with words.

"I said," She began, a smile creeping its way up onto her face, "Dad, I would like you to meet our newest resident to the Hotel! Her name is Y/N! And, Y/N, this is my dad, Lucifer!"

Then, "I just wanted to introduce you both since we will all be spending lots of time together, trying to rebuild the hotel! I want everyone to get along!"

It was just then that he had realized that you were now also standing in-front of him, alongside his daughter. Your beautifully colored eyes were pinning him under their gaze. Your sparkling skin looked even more enticing up close. It really made him wonder what sort of hybrid you must've been to be able to adorn such a naturally beautiful look. Your eyes had looked at Charlie with such a softness, before turning their now piercing daggers onto him.

Wait...did his daughter say...Y/N?

That had to be a coincidence, he was sure. Such a familiar name, it was just making him think of those he used to know.

Yet, the leap of his heart in his ribcage didn't fail to go unnoticed.

He wasn't given much time to delve deeper into his confused thoughts, because he was already being pushed slightly closer towards you, as a means to encourage him to introduce himself instead of just standing there like an oaf, he assumed was Charlie's idea behind it all.

A goofy grin overtook his face as he took a step forward on his own accord, without any help from his daughter. He was going to nail this 'introduction'. Or so he thought.

As he began the simple motion of extending his arm for a polite handshake, he was surprised to see that, once he re-opened his eyes after a blink, you were no longer standing in-front of him.

Rather, in your place now stood a white, glittery colored dragon, lips pulled back in a snarl, baring your teeth, snout wrinkling with the motion.

Lucifer hardly had any time to react, let alone back up, before you let out an earth-rumbling roar; the sound caused him to instinctively reach a hand up to steady his top hat atop his head, to make sure it wasn't blown off by the force of your bellowing sound. He shut his eyes against the harsh gust of wind that suddenly swept past his face following the noise; the complaints and confused murmurs of the other hotel residents were barely audible as he was the one experiencing this head-on. More to the face than head, but same thing for him.

Once the whirlwind of noise had stopped, he opened his eyes just in time to see you turn tail and flee, going up the main stairs and off to one side of the staircase, disappearing deeper into the hotel. No one went after you. He supposed from that reaction he got just from trying to shake your hand, that was what you most preferred.

In that moment, he realized that Charlie was once again trying to tell him something, but his eyes were still trained on the last spot you'd been.

"Heh...sorry, Dad." Charlie said, rubbing the back of her neck with her big, awkward smile that he knew so well; she got it from him. "I-I forgot to mention that she's still a bit skittish. She was pretty banged up when we first found her during extermination. I've noticed that she doesn't seem to want to be touched or even remotely looked at for too long, for that matter. I shouldn't have pushed her or you, I'm so sor-"

"Charlie, it's fine." Lucifer assured, finally turning his body towards his daughter as they talked, leaning on his cane nonchalantly. "New sinners always need time to warm up to things down here! I can...always say 'hi' later." He assured, giving her a big grin of his own.

His eyes found themselves instinctually looking back over at the stairs and railing, then down the dark hallway where you had disappeared deeper into the hotel. A soft glimmer lit his eyes.

So it was true. He had thought you looked a little familiar...maybe a bit too familiar when he first laid eyes on you. The white hair might have been what threw him off to start, but there was no mistaking it now. The Lightfury form was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew you personally.

It was you.

Y/N. His acquaintance; the person who had tried to help him rebel against God, prior to his falling. Always he had wondered what had happened to you, being his helper in his schemes, after he fell. What had God done to you? Were you punished as well? He had never known and still didn't, for that matter.

At the time he had hoped, even though it was selfish to wish and he knew it, that you too, would be cast from the clouds and bound to join him in the afterlife down in the various cities of Hell.

What he had gathered from your sudden appearance here, at his daughter's Hotel, told him that you were most likely still living in Heaven, and probably against your will. Whether you were still an angel or not, he didn't know.

All he knew was that you weren't where you were supposed to be.

But he was determined to find out why you were here, and how on Earth you were still managing to be as beautiful as the last day he laid eyes on you.

Whilst everyone else was out helping with fixing hotel damages, Lucifer had snuck back into the hotel; he was searching for you, to put it plainly. You had caught his interest earlier, and he just wanted to apologize to you for being so forward and making you uncomfortable enough to scurry away like you had. He was also terrified that he had already made a horrible impression on such a beautiful woman, which whom used to work right alongside him back when they both spent their days in Heaven. He had lost you once; he couldn't afford for that to happen again, especially not when he could help it.

He practically skipped up the stairs two at a time to the second floor of the hotel, as that was where he had watched you disappear an hour or so ago. He assumed that meant your room was somewhere nearby.

It surely didn't take him too long to find your room. The side of the door exposed to the hallway had some unique-looking, luminescent vines hanging down from the top of it; some tiny glowing crystal shards were embedded into the wood of the doorframe.

Lucifer stood outside that door for a good five minutes. He swallowed many times, as if trying to physically push the nerves back into his body.

What was he supposed to say? What should he do? How should he act? Would you even let him near you? Did you remember him at all? Did you...hate him?

He remembered receiving some pretty angry sounding letters from you when he fell from Heaven. Claiming to him about how the angels, as your side of the punishment, had started using you for tests to try and better understand your hybrid anatomy; forcing you into executing angels who refused to follow the rules with your plasma blasts. He had then sent a letter back, asking why they didn't cast you out like they did him. You told him it was because the angels deemed you 'too valuable' to just be thrown down into 'that wasteland', as they put it.

Lucifer shook his head. He was still stalling. You were just on the other side of this door, someone who he used to call his partner in crime; his friend. He sighed, straightened his outfit whilst taking a deep breath, then knocked a total of three times.

He waited patiently, tapping his foot outside the door silently, mentally willing for you to open the door and possibly (hopefully) greet him with open arms.

But like all the other things pertaining to your complicated relationship status, he knew that was amongst the many things that was very unlikely.

He raised his fist to knock again but there was no need. The door opened a crack. He stiffened in surprise, moving his head to peer into the small crack the sudden opening provided. A soft glow could be seen within the room but besides that, the interior was shrouded in darkness. Although you yourself had not physically come to the door to let him in, he took this as an invitation rather than a deterrent. Stepping inside, wincing at the small creak of the door on its hinges, he shut it behind him without so much as a sound.

Lucifer looked around, taking in the interior design of your room. The half shrouded in blacks and greys looked like any of the other hotel rooms. It held a fancy, well-kept king sized bed; a nicely crafted wooden desk with a chair, a small carpet under it additionally to avoid scratching the floors; a large dresser; a decent sized standing mirror beside the bed; a small nightstand on either side of said bed.

The other half of your room was a totally different story completely.

And he had to admit, it was pretty amazing.

The second half was an expanse of forest-like figures. It held high rocks that seemed to stretch to the endless ceiling of the room, while the original half of your room had a short-stopped ceiling just high enough for five-star comfort. Said rocks held many various colored crystals on them, each which glowed a slightly different color than its neighbor, each bearing that welcoming yet cautioning signal to any beholder.

The wooden floor gave way to a grassy texture; the grass was glowing lightly, looking more like an expansive patch of algae rather than everyday grass. He could tell it was most likely very soft though, as it swayed lightly, subtly, as if a draft were coming through from somewhere not visible to the naked eye. There was even a little pond in the distance he could see!

As he thought to himself more and more, he realized that he did know what this stuff was. Landscape one would see in The Hidden World. In your Heaven days, the both of you would sit around for hours and swap stories with one another, going all the way back to the times when you were alive and what life was like for you. You always spoke to him about The Hidden World; the homeland and birthplace of all the dragons of your kind. From what you had told him about it, he had deemed it pretty amazing in his mind. He remembered you speaking about the glowing necessities, the luminescent markings on dragons, the crystals you sometimes liked to collect, and the overall peaceful atmosphere. He was able to get a general image in his mind of all the things pertaining to the homeland that you mentioned; looking at this area of your room now, he told himself it was probably safe to assume that this whole area was a resemblance of where you come from. He felt as if he could almost puff his chest out in pride for remembering something so important to you. Of course, he had to stay humble now if he wanted any chance of getting you to talk with him once again; maybe not like old times, but a greeting would be nice, surely.

You had said that The Hidden World was truly a place that you felt peace for the first time in your life whilst you were alive. Then you had proceeded to tell him after that, that he now provided that same feeling for you. That sense of safety. Security. Belonging.

As he made his way across the normal part of the room to get to the additional beauty, that's when he noticed you there. You were, hanging from a bare tree by the tail, it looked like. Your beautiful, white wings were wrapped around yourself except for a tiny crack in their merging.

And in this crack between your wings, was a thin-slitted pupiled eye staring straight at him.

The sight caused him to freeze in his tracks, with one foot now in the glowing, algae-like grass. He gave a nervous smile your way, which only caused you to narrow said eye further and uncurl your wings. Like the most skilled acrobatic, he watched as you unfurled your long, slender dragon body; walking along the branch, you then jumped down to the grass below.

Your eyes were still slits as you approached him now, slowly, cautiously. Almost as if he were the prey and you the predator. Honestly, that's how Lucifer felt right now.

But then, instead of pouncing, you just stopped and stared at him. Your long, elegant tail lashed slowly, barley touching the grass as it swayed freely, yet with a controlled fashion. Eyes still narrowed, you let out a snort of annoyance, rolling your eyes, before tossing your head in an irritated gesture and finally coming to sit on the grass, still a ways away from him.

"...You're ruining my grass..." You huffed, narrowed eyes taking him in, raking over him as if you could pick him up and toss him out of your proximity with just a gaze.

He blinked at your dragon form, confused. Then he looked down, seeing how one of his shoes was sunken slightly into the delicate, glowing grass. He gave a sheepish smile, quickly removing his foot and placing it back on the hardwood, rubbing his neck with a nervous chuckle. Although he knew there was a human soul beneath the dragon you were currently transformed into, he also knew that you could probably reach him in a faster time than he could scream. So, he wanted to try and keep you happy, especially if it meant you would keep talking to him, even if in a condescending tone. And especially since he didn't know your current feelings towards him.

"Sorry, I-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses, Lucifer. Don't you think you've given enough of those already these past hundred years?"

He looked up at you, eyes shining with a little bit of hurt. That might be the first time you had ever used his full name since he first met you. He was so used to you calling him Luci.

Lucifer just...didn't sound right. Not coming from you.

"I-"

"Then, you come in here and trample my grass; the same grass of my homeland; the grass my ancestors before me walked on!"

"I-its just grass, darling-"

Your head snapped in his direction quite violently due to the nickname and his response. Your body stood up on its own accord and began slowly stalking over to him.

"Just...grass? Just GRASS?! I was born on said grass-"

You continued walking towards him, pupils back to those dangerous slits that signaled your current emotional state; upset and angry. You kept rambling to him about the grass and its importance to your true home. You got so close to him to the point that he had to start taking steps backward, until there was no room left to do so. He was at the door to your room, back pressed roughly to it as your dragon form prowled closer to him, flat snout right in-front of his face; he could practically feel the hot air being emitted from your nostrils. By this time, you were nearing the end of your rant.

"and at the end of the day-" You let out a hiss, baring your teeth. "...it really is just grass."

Your face relaxed almost immediately. Your wrinkled snout became smooth again, the luminescent glows from the vines on the door making it sparkle lightly. Your bared teeth dropped their snarl, turning your dragon lips into a sly smirk. You turned tail and lazily sauntered back to the grassy expanse of glowing vegetation. Doing a few circles in one spot you then decided to lay down on your side, eyes never leaving his. Almost as if you were taunting him to draw nearer.

"I- oh. Wait, what? W-What-"

Lucifer sighed and awkwardly leaned on his cane, rubbing his temples. He knew you to be intimidating back then but holy shit, now? Now thinking about it, he never really had experienced your fury head on before. He hoped he never had to.

Seemingly sensing his hesitation, you sighed.

"Oh for fucks sake, Lucifer. I was kidding. You of all people should know how dramatic I like to be."

Seeing as he still didn't move a muscle, as if wanting to respect your personal space and not get any closer if you really didn't want him to, your cylinder-shaped ears flattened against your head, an almost worried look overtaking your features.

As if he didn't believe you were real.

"Am I really that scary?"

As soon as that question left your lips, he was by your side. Having teleported, it made you jump a little when he so suddenly appeared by your side on the grass, sitting cross-legged.

You let your muscles relax once again, letting out a silent breath. You offered him a toothy, cute dragon smile. He gave you his big, signature grin right back.

"No, no, no. You're one of the most beautiful dragons I have ever seen! Absolutely no one can compare to your beauty, light one!"

With the way he spoke, as if he was presenting a speech, it made you let out a huff and a snort, which was also the dragon equivalent of a laugh in most cases. It also made your heart thump rapidly in your chest, hearing him use the nickname he often used for you back when you both resided above the clouds together.

Light one.

You figured it was only fair to change back into your human body, since it had been so long since you had seen one another in person, that he deserved to talk with you face-to-face and not to the face of a dragon, no matter how much he claimed you were beautiful both ways.

In a span of seconds, there was no longer a large dragon sitting beside Lucifer in the grass, but rather another individual, just as himself. Your legs were crossed just as his were, mimicking his body language. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, although throughout it all you could feel his eyes on you. With how quick he was to reassure you of your beauty, you knew he must be dying to ask you a bunch of questions; catch up on all that you had missed of one another's life since his falling and sparse letters in between.

You sighed and folded your hands in your lap, looking at your soft, glitter-dusted skin. It was hard to think of things to say when you really need not say anything at all. The silence, for you at least, said all that words could not and so much more beyond that limitation.

"Look, Luci, I-"

A sudden force knocked you onto your side, arms wrapping around you in the span of a second, squeezing you tightly. You yelped in surprise, although it was quite obvious the only person it could be.

"Oh my goodness, it really is you!" Lucifer exclaimed happily, eyes shut tight as he buried his face into your neck as your hug proceeded. "I knew it! Oh, I knew it as soon as you transformed back in the lobby- when you called me Luci just now. Oh my gosh, it really is you!"

He sounded exactly like a little kid might on Christmas, just getting their first train set, with many more to come after that within the following years. Alongside that excitement usually followed laughter, and oh was that universal sound flowing in the room at this moment.

You were both hugging and laughing to your hearts content after you had gotten over the initial shock of him bowling you over. For a little man, he surely had strength, that was for certain. Yet you knew best that he was not to be underestimated.

"Shit- yes, yes, it's me, I promise! I know the looks a bit new, but its me!" You said, trying to speak coherently through his own rambling and excitement of having finally found his friend after so long. The person who had been by his side through all his rights and wrongs whilst in Heaven. His wingwoman. His ride or die.

The person whom he had loved since first glance, but was too much of a coward to ever admit it. He always knew you deserved better.

"I-I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe you're really here! After...after all this time. Oh, Y/N...how I've missed you..."

Lucifers voice had dropped to a whisper at this point. You had to strain your ears to hear him, but made sure you did. You always heard him, whether he thought so or not.

"I've missed you too, Luci...really. I'm so sorry we got separated. I should've fought harder for your safety, I should've tried harder to convince the council, I-"

A finger found its way to your lips, shushing you with one, quick motion.

"Stop. Just...stop." Lucifer said, brows furrowed, a sad look overtaking his features as he sighed, eyes closed. "It was my fault for even convincing you to help me in the first place. I should've just kept you out of it."

He sniffled softly, turning his body away from yours a bit, not wanting you to see how emotional he was getting. He could still remember the way you cried his name as you got a front-row seat to watching him fall, courtesy of Adam.

Adam. That son of a bitch. He could only imagine the cruel and unusual punishments the sadistic man had thrown at you in return for helping the Devil himself (although he hadn't had that role back then just yet).

"What have they done to you...you know, since I left? They knew we had a good connection. I can only imagine the things they did to you as a result of helping me. I know you said they refuse to kill you or cast you out..." He muttered, now having his knees up to his chest, his chin resting on top of them.

You frowned, mainly in pity for him, watching him seem to curl up into himself like this. You had been thinking about all the ways the separation had been hurting you all these years, but now you had come to realize that you hadn't done much thinking about how it was affecting Lucifer. You figured that, since his fall, he had been doing just dandy down in Hell with his wife, Lilith. God, you hated that woman, or at least you had when they had decided to cast Lilith down into Hell with Lucifer instead of you. Many nights you had cried yourself to sleep, wishing so desperately that you could be down in this wasteland with him, comforting him about the recent events. You knew Lilith most likely wasn't doing it, and even if she was, you knew you could do better. He was your truest friend. You knew him both inside and out. Better than anyone.

"Its not of importance what they did and still do to me, Luci-"

"Yes it is! It's very important!" He burst out, making you raise an eyebrow. "It was supposed to be my job to protect you from any harm that came our way, remember? Remember what I said? I-I promised to always protect you from danger, to keep you safe, and I couldn't even do that without messing up!"

He threw his hands up, exasperated, using a gloved hand to cover his eyes and rub them. You gave him a soft, sad smile, one you were not sure if he saw, but knew he could sense. He was being way too hard on himself, you knew.

You had made the choice to help him, and wouldn't change a thing about that decision.

"Lucifer..." You spoke lightly, as if speaking to a scared animal. In a way, you were. "None of what happened to me is your fault. None of what is still happening to me is your fault. If someone has to take the fault, it should be me. I knew what I was potentially getting myself into when I agreed to help you. Those possible consequences never mattered to me."

You had to look away from him for a split second, some tears falling from your eyes as you blinked, then onto the lush grass beneath both your bodies. A deep breath inflated your chest before you allowed yourself to continue talking.

"All that ever mattered to me..." You began again, voice shaky as you maintained your composure, "...was the fact that I was getting to help my closest friend. The first person in Heaven who welcomed me, took me in with open wings. The first person to ever hug me. The first person to show me how unique and special I was, as well as my abilities and hybrid form. The first person who...didn't look at me like I was some sort of monster, due to the fact that I could transform into a dragon."

This seemed to shock him, for he raised his head to stare at you once again, cheeks lightly tear stained.

"People thought you a monster?" He asked, eyes wide and confused. "Why? H-How-"

You shrugged and picked at the grass beneath you with a finger.

"People tend to be scared of the things they don't understand, Luci. Things they've never seen before, such as a hybrid like myself. Even angels get scared sometimes, believe it or not."

Lucifer was at a loss for words. The angels had seen you as a monster when you first appeared at their gates? Someone as beautiful, majestic, and powerful as you? He truly couldn't believe that. He made a silent promise to himself in that very moment to give Adam a little extra punch for treating you like that upon your first visit to Heaven. You had never told him, either. Or, at least you hadn't had the time to before he fell.

"Apparently." Lucifer grumbled, whilst rolling his eyes. "Damn idiots never know what the hell they're talking about..."

At this, you raised both your eyebrows, and couldn't help the small giggle that left your lips at his protective nature. After all of this time not seeing one another, he was still as protective over you as the first day you met. It was refreshing to see that some things really never did change when it came to the King of Hell. Since the day he became so.

He perked up as you began to giggle, a shot of red flashing across his features from embarrassment. Then, despite himself, he too began to chuckle.

The steady rhythm of his heart made itself well known in his ears as the two of you continued to laugh together, just like old times in the clouds.

Although when you were together it felt like no time had passed at all, you both were aware that that was far from the truth.

You had some catching up to do.

The hellish sun beat down on the Hazbin Hotel. All the other residents, including Charlie, were outside helping to rebuild and design a new look for the previously destroyed hotel.

You and Lucifer had finally come out from your room after chatting it up for what had to have been over an hour. It was nice, now knowing the truth behind some of the things that had happened to him, and you were sure he felt the same about the things pertaining to you. He had promised you he would deliver quite the ruthless punch to Adam's groin when he saw him next, due to the things he had put you through after his falling. This had made you roll your eyes, but the idea wasn't dismissed. You'd allow it. Maybe even a couple times. Especially if it meant you got to see Lucifer happy.

Now, both of you were currently outside with everyone else, helping to rebuild the structure of his daughters hotel. You were in the form of your Lightfury, whilst Lucifer was standing proudly on your back as you flew laps around the perimeter of the hotel, giving him range to shoot blasts of magic, where building parts would then materialize before ones eyes.

You craned your neck around to look at the little man on your back, who was already looking down at you, smiling like the dork you knew him to be. This was almost like the perfect moment, especially after the deep conversation you both had back in the hotel room-

"DAD! No riding my residents, please! I'm glad you're making friends though! Proud of you! I just don't think we have the insurance to cover an injury yet!"

Charlie's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, causing both of you to startle and look down at her. She had a finger pointed up at you both, an adoring smile on her face; following it were the rest of the residents eyes. You both were now the spotlight of attention.

Your smooth-skinned dragon face had a bit of a red tint to it now because of the princess's words, and you didn't even have to look at Lucifer to be able to say that he looked the same. His daughter didn't even know how deep the history went between you both; she didn't even know you two knew one another prior to this. Nor did she really need to know. It could be you and Lucifers little secret. Something just for the two of you.

You snorted at her words, managing to screw your face into an extremely unamused expression quick enough to hide the blush, making sure to keep flapping your wings so you wouldn't falter in your hovering.

"Dear, you may just find yourself jealous because I have a dragon and you lack one! You see this beauty? Extraordinary! Such a great species too, infact-"

You managed to look even more annoyed than you felt, as Lucifer continued to take it upon himself to deliver a little speech on your back whilst you were just hovering there, explaining his good fortune to have found a friend in you once again and now being able to get free rides. But, no one seemed to tell him that you were the one steering this ship.

In the span of a millisecond, you had tipped your body to the side, sending him sliding off your back and plummeting towards the ground, following with him yelping in both surprise and momentary fear. You snorted in amusement and instantly tucked your wings and went into a dive, following right after him.

The wind whistled past your sensitive ears as you were now falling right beside him. You looked at him with your wide, cat-like eyes, a curious coo escaping your throat as he just smirked at you, putting his hands behind his head as you both fell through the air, as if in some sort of movie. You then narrowed your sharp eyes and struck him playfully in the chest with a paw, sending him spinning off balance and crashing into some nearby bushes.

Quick to steady yourself, you quickly turned around midair and swooped just low enough to snag Charlie from off the ground, holding her in your arms, before letting her climb onto your back and sitting comfortably. Her smile was wide and cheerful, making you laugh as you shot back up into the air.

"Woo-hoo!" Charlie hollered, holding onto your neck by wrapping both her arms around its thick expanse as you warbled in response, showing off your toothy dragon grin as you flapped your wings vigorously, taking both you and the daughter of Hell off into the surrounding city.

Lucifer sat up in the mas of bushes, spitting out some leaves and rubbing the side of his head. He could've used his wings to slow his fall but he figured if it made you smile, he would get a little banged up. He still had that same grin plastered to his face.

He couldn't even be annoyed as he picked off thorns from his suit and top hat, watching with a soft sparkle in his eyes as his two favorite girls flew away together into the sunset.

Upon Charlie finding and helping you on extermination day, which had been only yesterday, you had now become an official resident of the Hotel. You kept telling yourself it was temporary until you were able to go back up to Heaven, but the more time you spent under the clouds and the feet of those still alive and walking, the more you came to realize that this place felt more like a home than the one you came from originally.

Lucifer had promised to wait for you in Hell after he fell, even for all eternity if that's how long it took for your pure soul to deserve damnation.

In return, you had promised never to truly leave him. To never abandon. To never relinquish your connection. And you would hold that promise, through and through.

It was your vow.

[foxyanon]

Convincingly Human: Part 2

Summary: Tension comes to a head and conversations are had.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Dragon Shifter!Reader

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: I don’t think there are any

Word Count: 3450

Note: Look at me dropping fics two days in a row. This ended up being longer than I planned, so I apologize for the lengthy read 😬 also, thank you @legitalicat for your dialogue and helping me get over the snag. Though I fear this became a ton of dialogue in the end 🙃

Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

He woke slowly, feeling pain lance through his body as he became aware of himself and his surroundings. After blinking the sleep from his eyes, Sihtric looked around the room and was more than a little confused. He could feel and see that he laid in a well made bed with furs and bedding more luxurious than he’d ever known, the room decorated lavishly and a large fireplace warming the whole room. There were tapestries and murals on the walls, depictions of stories he’d had never been told and furs draped across sturdy chairs that made up the sitting area of the room. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume he was in the richest castle in the land, but the walls looked as though they were carved into the rock itself which meant this was no ordinary place.

Memories of the last night flooded his mind; setting up camp, the werewolf attack and most importantly, a dragon coming to his rescue only to morph into the object of his affections. He tried to sit up, only to wince and groan in pain while falling back into the soft mattress. He heard soft footsteps approaching his room before the door swung open gently, a tray laden with food and drink in your hands as you stepped into the room. You looked completely normal, wearing a simple yet elegant dress and looking nothing like the beast he now knew lived within you. Fear and confusion started to take hold of him, but once your eyes met his, he couldn’t muster the courage to speak. You approached slowly, setting the tray on the nightstand and stepping back, giving him some space to collect himself. His eyes said it even if his mouth didn’t, but that little action meant more to him than you would ever know.

The silence as you two stared at the other was thickening with all the unsaid, neither knowing where to start or what to say. Sihtric tried sitting up again and you quickly came to his aid, only for him to flinch at your outstretched hands which caused you to stop and step back, palms up and out to show you mean no harm. It was only after managing to sit up did he realize he wasn’t wearing a tunic and his torso was wrapped tightly, a series of bruises scattered across his skin and likely beneath the bandage. He gave you a questioning look as you avoided his gaze and picked at the sleeves of your dress.

”Your injuries were less extensive than I anticipated, and nothing life threatening. Small cuts and scrapes, a couple broken ribs and mostly bruising. All in all, you are quite lucky to have walked away with the minor injuries you did. I promise I was respectful of your…person while tending to you,” you answered his unasked question, clasping your hands together in a show of nervous energy Sihtric had not come to expect from you.

“How long was I out?” He asked hoarsely, feeling suddenly parched and starving. He looked over at the tray, his stomach grumbling and further driving home this point.

“A little less than a day,” you slowly picked up the tray and set it next to him on the bed, careful not to startle him again.

Sihtric watched you warily until you stepped back once more, then dug into the food eagerly. He kept an eye on you, watching as you stood at the foot of the bed, your posture perfect and hands placed in your lap as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“I know you have questions, and I promise to answer them. For now, eat your dinner and I will return later to check on your injuries,” you said with a nod of your head before swiftly leaving him alone once more.

You returned later as promised with a poultice, more ale and additional cloth in case you needed to change his bandage. He moved to the edge of the bed, allowing you to position him where needed. The pain was dull until he tried to move or breathed too deep, causing him to groan every time you so much as brushed against him. You worked silently and slowly, making sure not to cause any more discomfort for the Dane in front of you.

“Is this your…lair?” He asked in an attempt to break the silence as you rubbed some poultice on the cuts on his back, your hands unnaturally warm compared to the warmth of the room. He flinched a couple times, but made no attempt to stop your work. Frankly, he didn't have the energy to fight right this moment.

You chuckled at that, some of the tension easing from the room and both of you as you answered him. “This is my home, yes. Despite what you may think, I live a relatively normal life.”

He didn’t know what to think if he was being honest. He had a lot of questions, mostly on how it all worked. He vaguely recalls fainting and you catching him, but he isn’t sure how he got here and where here actually is. Not to mention, he’s been out cold for nearly a day and he is worried that during the fight, his horse ran back to Coocham and Uhtred sent out a search party. He rubs his eyes with his fingers before pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of what he knows and not knowing where to start with the questions.

You sense his conflicting emotions and decide to start telling him everything that happened over the course of the last 18 hours as you continue your work. “I brought you back here after you fainted and bandaged you up. Through sheer luck and the favor of your gods, you were not brutally maimed. After ensuring you were well, I went back and packed up your things from camp. They are all in the chest just over there,” you pointed to a large chest along the wall, the archway to a dressing room not far from it. “Your horse fled and made it back to Coocham, spooked but unharmed. I sent a letter to Uhtred, telling him you were injured in an attack and recovering with me for now. I did not tell all the details of that night, both for your sake and mine.”

A small consolation, considering Sihtric wasn’t sure he believed what all he saw that night. At least that covered all the basic questions, which brought him to the dreaded supernatural ones. “How long have you been…?” He trailed off, not sure how to finish that question without sounding like an ass.

”My entire life,” you answered simply, wiping your hands on a rag before gently running your hands along his side, making sure the bandage was tight enough to hold the broken bones in place and loose enough to not restrict his breathing too much. Sihtric flinched again, though whether it was from just the pain or the sudden feeling of your warm fingers slipping beneath the top of the wrap, he would not say.

Silence stretched between you two once more as Sihtric thought over your answer. He felt a multitude of emotions; embarrassment at his predicament and overwhelmed because he could smell your intoxicating scent again when you were this close to him. He clenched his jaw and tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, only for him to groan when the pain sharpened once more. Eventually you finished checking him over, cleaning up your mess before you looked at him once more.

”I will come back in the morning with more food and ale. For now, you should rest some more,” you words said one thing, but your eyes said another. It was obvious to both of you that there was more to be said, but neither of you knew how to say what you wanted to say. He nodded at you and you left, softly closing the door to his chambers as your footsteps disappeared down the hall. Sihtric fell back against the mattress with a huff, cursing himself for not putting a voice to his thoughts.

You returned the next morning, a tray balanced carefully in your hands as you entered his chambers. He was already up, sitting in a chair by the fire with a fur draped over his shoulders, his eyes following your movements. After setting the tray on the small table beside him, you took the chair beside his, your eyes on the flames in the hearth as he picked at his meal. The crackling fire and the occasional sound of the mug sliding across the silver tray filled the uneasy silence, neither of you wanting to break it but knowing someone had to.

”Why were you out there alone, Sihtric?” You asked, eyes moving from the fire to stare at him questioningly. You had a guess why he might’ve done something so impulsive, but you wanted to believe he wasn’t so dense.

Sihtric swallowed his bite and took a sip of ale before looking into the mug like it held all the answers. He cleared his throat before meeting your gaze, shrugging off the question with a half truth. “I told Uhtred I would look into the rumors of the beasts tormenting travelers along this stretch of road.”

”Do not lie to me, Sihtric Kjartansson. It is unbecoming of you. I ask again; what were you doing alone in the forest?” Your intense gaze pinned him to his seat, and he knew he would cave and spill every secret he ever had if he didn’t look away. Unfortunately, he was never one to back down from a challenge.

“I do not need to answer you, my lady,” he said plainly, not willing to budge just yet.

”You are in my home and I saved your life. I have earned some answers myself,” you challenged back, forearms resting casually on the arms of the chair as you turned in your seat to face him. You felt your eyes wander towards his partially exposed chest, seeing old scars and fresh bruises which brought back your own intense feelings whenever you were around him, especially after that night at the tavern.

Sihtric clenched his jaw, looking away in frustration as you continued to pry, but answered you nonetheless. “I was worried for your safety so I came to check in on you.”

“I told you I would be fine and that nothing out here would harm me,” you retorted.

”Would you truly deny me the peace of mind of ensuring your safety? I did not know about your…condition,” he gestured towards you, the movement causing minor pain but he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

”And what about my peace of mind, hmm? How do you think I felt seeing you attempt to fight off a werewolf of all things and by yourself no less? You could have died, Sihtric! Do you value your life so little that you were willing to do something so foolish and reckless with it?” You snapped back, eyes locked on his own as your own anger rose, the dragon within beginning to stir.

That caused him to pause, because he truly never thought about it that way. Sure he was scared that night, but he never imagined how it would’ve appeared from your point of view. The tension was palpable between you two as he chewed on his response, but nothing came to him. He heard you sigh heavily before you stood, clasping your hands in front of you and looking at him with disappointment and resignation in your eyes.

”Finish your meal and I shall return to check on you later. Should you need anything, I have staff you may ring for,” you turned on your heel and swiftly exited the rooms, leaving a speechless Dane behind.

Later that day, after having managed to put on a tunic and getting lost in the labyrinth of hallways, Sihtric found you in a chamber that he could only call a proper library. There were shelves carved into the stone, lined with books and scrolls, some looking older than anything he’d ever seen before. He was in awe, looking around with wide eyes and his jaw dropped. He heard you chuckle when he stumbled after bumping into a table, some weird painted vase thing nearly falling over before he caught it and placed it gently back in its place.

”I told you I would come check on you. You should be resting, not up and walking around,” you said as you leaned back against the desk on the far side of the wall with an easy smile on your face. The friction from earlier had only lessened slightly, the uneasiness hanging between you two.

”I should return to Coocham and Lord Uhtred,” Sihtric stated flatly, speaking the words he had practiced after you left his chambers. He rubbed his palms against the linen tunic he wore, looking anywhere but you.

Your brows furrowed and smile dropped, arms hanging by your side as you straightened up. “Do not be foolish, you were badly injured and still need to heal. You are in no state to travel, especially right now,” you spoke as you took a few steps towards him, feeling blindsided by his change in demeanor.

”I can handle myself, my lady,” he said, attempting to convince both you and himself.

”You could not fight off a rabbit, let alone any brigand that may be lurking in the trees. It will be months before you have fully recovered, or have you forgotten you broke two rib bones?”

Sihtric grimaces at the mention of his injuries before looking at the ground. “I cannot stay here…”

You clench your jaw and breathe harshly through your nose, before crossing your arms and fixing the stubborn man with an intense gaze. “And why not? I am perfectly capable of ensuring you recover and remain safe. Uhtred is aware of the basic details of that night and has no need of you at this moment. So why could you not stay here?”

He struggles to make eye contact with you, instead looking at the desk and picking at his fingers. “…because of you.”

You have an idea what he means, but you want to give him a chance to explain. “Because of me? Speak plainly, Sihtric.”

”You know what I mean,” he says as he faces you, his eyes showing the conflicting emotions he’s feeling. On one hand, he still has some feelings for you and on the other, he now knows the truth about you and it is a lot.

”Say it. Say what you are thinking. You cannot stay here because of what I am, is that it? Forget that I saved your life, because I am a monster to you. Are you afraid of me now that you know the truth?” You spat out, fists clenched tightly at your sides as you reigned in the fury boiling in your blood.

Sihtric takes a moment to breathe before nodding sharply, confirming your suspicions. “I appreciate that you saved my life, I really do. But I cannot remain here knowing that you are…other than human.”

You laugh mirthlessly, looking at the man incredulously. “And yet that did not stop you from pining for me all these months. Did you think I was blind to your affections? That night at the ale house, I know you caught a whiff of my scent and you craved it. Or did you think I did not hear that little groan of yours?”

He flushes bright red, clenching his hands as the anger burns away any pain he might have felt in this moment. Sihtric doesn’t deny your claims, but he sneers at you all the same. “Whatever my intentions may have been or not have been are irrelevant. When it comes down to it, you are a beast.”

You growl lowly, eyes slowly flitting between slit pupils and your own natural ones as the dragon stirs within once more. “You act as if I have done some horrible thing to you. I brought you into my home, cared for your wounds and fed you. Yet you insult me and for what?”

Sihtric doesn’t flinch at your shifting appearance, instead meeting your gaze despite the little voice in the back of his mind telling him he should just leave. “You hid something from me. I spent months getting to know you and never had the slightest inclination that you were anything but human. You should have told me,” he spoke, thought admittedly he had his own suspicions, but he had brushed them off.

You scoff, crossing your arms and taking a deep breath. “I am bound by the laws of my kind to never share our existence with humans. Even if I had not been, would you have believed me?”

”I would have, my lady. We spent all that time becoming familiar with each other and I thought I knew you. Yet you kept this from me, something that is crucial to who you are. It is unacceptable and you know it.”

”As I said, I am bound by the laws of my kind to never speak of it. I gave an oath, Sihtric, a magical one that I cannot just break. Would you truly have me branded as an oathbreaker just for your sake? You are a Dane and a pagan, you know that a person's vow holds meaning and going back on it is dishonorable,” you said with a heavy sigh, hoping he would understand this from your point of view.

He frowned and crossed his arms gently, starting to feel the exhaustion of this heavy conversation weighing on his injured body. He couldn’t deny the merit of your words, and you were right to keep your word. He sighed and looked down briefly before meeting your gaze once more. “You are right, I had not considered there may be a reason for not telling me. But, could you not have hinted at it?”

You give him a knowing look, your brow raised as you tilted your head. “I think you did know, Sihtric. I know you asked around Coocham about me and we both know what you saw in the ale house. Whether or not you believe me, you know what you have seen.”

”I will not deny it, there were signs. Perhaps I deluded myself into believing you were human…because I wanted you to be,” he said with a sigh of his own, slowly sitting down in a chair across from your desk, feeling drained and the pain slowly making its way back to the surface.

You lean against your desk, hands on either side of you gripping the wooden edge. “Does my being a dragon change everything for you? I am still the same woman you know, there is just a bit more you did not have the opportunity to learn about until now.”

Sihtric looks at you, really looks at you and thinks for a moment. He decides to be honest with you since you have been honest with him thus far. “In truth, my lady, I do not know. This is…a lot to take in.”

“I understand, and I am not expecting you to have an answer right now and I know it will take time for you to come to terms with this. For now, I ask you to sleep on all of this. I was not lying when I said your injuries were severe, Sihtric. It will be months before you are recovered and trying to sit in a saddle for the journey back to Coocham will worsen the injury. I will have a wagon fetched and take you back myself, but I would rather you take advantage of the safety my home provides for a few more days,” you say soothingly, your gaze softening as you see the weariness in his own eyes.

He nods in agreement, standing slowly and allowing you to help him back to his chambers. The walk back is silent, both of you thinking over all that has been said and what hasn’t. Sihtric nearly falls asleep instantly as you help him into bed, tucking the sheets and furs around him, as you fuss over him. He smiles at the act, a part of him realizing that maybe he could accept you as you are and that his feelings ran deeper than he would admit right now. He watched you leave after saying your goodnights, wondering what the future holds in store for the both of you.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!

[run-its-moon]

A Song Once Forgotten - Chapter One

Pairing: BTS (OT7) X Reader

Word Count: 5380

Genre/Themes: Dragon!AU, Shifter!AU, Pioneer themes, Powers, War, possible/Eventual smut

Warning's: 18+ for gore, minor swearing, possible smut, Character Death (not OT7), Animal death, Religion/history being rewritten, topics that relate to climate change, Eventual War, humanity is kind of Oppressed,

Hi everyone! I'm really ecstatic about posting this on here, there is also some character profiles on my page to check out for a little bit of a sneak peak of whats going to be coming.

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Here in a clearing that a small settlement has taken upon to live in. Near the outskirts of the settlement, a small Spindly path leads up to a cabin in the woods, trees cluttered around the home, much further away from others. The cabin bears home to a Father and Daughter. Though her father is dying and the settlement has plans for her that have been set for generations. Will she leave or stay?

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Mornings are the coldest this time of the year, with frost thickening the ground and leaves falling. Crops were always harvested before the frosty mornings came. Father used to be out chopping wood right as the sun rose, but with his sickness he stays inside near the fireplace. Saying his limbs need the warmth to stay loose. Although those topics hardly cross my mind that morning, while I'm stuffing my boots on. Keeping my layers thick, it may not be the cold stretch officially but it was nearly here.

I tugged my cloak to sit on my shoulders just right while I chewed the inside of my cheek, a habit I couldn’t break. Pushing a little on the wooden floor just to hear the creaking. Just as I reached for my bow I heard the creaking of a door. 

“y/n?” I looked over my shoulder to see father standing just outside of the door to his room. The sun hadn’t peaked up through the trees just yet, though there he stood still in his bedwear, with sleep clinging to his old face.

“Father?” I made my way around the lumber pile near the front door, standing nearly infront of him. I went to question why he was out of bed, instead being met with his calloused hand instead as he started to speak.

“Be careful out there today, yesterday your Uncle Ty said there was a bear lurking around close to the cattle.” he gripped my shoulder lovingly with a small squeeze. “I meant to say something yesterday but you know how I am.”

A smile gripped my lips, I more than appreciated that my father cared to warn me so early even though he was obviously tired.

He’s always been genuine. Even with his health getting worse every day. “Thank you father, I'll keep low, and stray from there.” he nodded, closing his eyes, and sighed. Over time his eyes have developed crows feet even more so since the last few years. Losing most of his muscle as well due to his sickness. But the old man held onto life the best he could, still working with wood and bone. Even when his body doesn't cooperate.

“I'm off to bed again, I’ll be up later on in the day.” he turned around while running a hand through his greying hair. “Bring back something for dinner, we're low again...” unable to clearly hear the last part he muttered.

“Pardon Father?” I asked, grabbing my bow off the old rack near the front door.

“Nothing Deer, I was just talking to myself.” I nodded at his retreating figure. Chewing on the side of my cheek while slinging the quiver over my shoulder. Once my quiver was secure I made sure to check my clothes and the bow before I put my arm through it to keep it on my shoulder.

“I’ll be back soon!” I let out a shout as I closed the door behind me. Stilling for a moment in the cold morning air I sighed. Taking note of the darkened ground around me.

I watched the sky for a moment, the rain clouds still grey from last night’s late shower. ‘Hopefully the hunt won't be too difficult with the mud.’ It definitely wasn’t ideal to hunt but even a rabbit would suffice. I licked my lips, “Rabbit stew sounds delicious right now.” Setting forward, I picked a direction away from the farm in the settlement to enter the depths of the forest. 

The brush was usually thicker during the warmer parts of the year, but now it was near barren with nothing but some gold-yellow leaves left. Although we live so far from the rest of the settlement it was better this way, living close to the woods. The settlement wasn’t that busy often, especially since there’s not many people that come to and fro to trade with, were truly just a group of humans grouping together for survival.

I love my life, though with my fathers declining health it wasn’t perfect. He had some issue the healer couldn’t pin point, all they know is that it drains him more and more. They say he doesn’t have too much longer, maybe a year or so, but each cold stretch took more of his body away. 

Choosing to ignore the thoughts of impending doom I focused fully on the world around me to begin my hunt. 

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I Watched a rabbit closely with an eagle eye, pinpointed on every movement it made. The rabbit chewed on the lower leaves of a bush that had yet to turn gold. Keeping my feet light on the soil, while avoiding the twigs and large branches on the brush around me. ‘I can't scare it away.’ I think to myself almost as if it was a matra. I pulled one of my arrows out of the quiver, notching the arrow into the bow and aimed towards its back. Keeping my arms completely still, I hadn't noticed when I started holding my breath, but I didn't move a muscle.

I kept still for a moment, holding the bow close to my lowered body as I simply watched the rabbit eat. Just as it lifted its body up to sniff I let the arrow loose. 

I watched as the arrow struck the rabbits neck. Releasing the breath I was holding. Slinging my bow back around my body while walking towards the rabbit, still kicking its feet before it stilled.

I Grabbed the rabbit by the back feet, and pulled out the arrow. “May your life be blessed, the trip to your after life be quick, may you rest easy knowing you gave purpose.” then tied the rabbit by the feet with a string of twine after my prayer for the catch. ‘Thankfully I saw it, Father will be quite glad about this.’

Putting the rabbit under my arm for the walk home. The forest felt as though it loomed larger than life, the branches swayed far above. An odd creak would echo through the forest. it was unsettling with all the noises, the wind was definitely stronger. Bringing cold bursts with it and crow calls, making all the sounds feel so much closer.  

I'll just stop by the settlement quickly after getting home, I don't particularly want to be out in this cold for much longer anymore. Even with my lined cloak I could still feel the odd burst of cold fly past me. Shivering more than that morning, the sun was still up watching it peak through the near barren branches. 

My heart dropped with a sudden rumble of a roar striking the silent forest. I dropped to the ground hiding in the brush. Holding a breath, above me so far above, I watched the clouds caress    the flying shape of what could only be a dragon. Shocking me that it was almost the same size as the clouds, I watched it roar again before veering northwards. 

“Oh my world..” I'd never seen one with my own eye’s rather I only heard tales of them from others in my village. One of the newer members said one burnt down his old settlement, which is why he came from the forest burned and scraped up carrying nothing but a small bag. Others claimed they were vicious cruel monsters with no thoughts or feelings.

No one truly knows.

I allowed my heart to slow back to a normal pace before I moved forward. Though I couldn't hold myself back from looking up towards the sky wondering if I'll ever see another dragon in my lifetime.

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My Walk ended by the sight of the wooden cabin, just being able to see the shaky two story building from my spot near the border of the woods. I trudged through the little bit of the woods I had left before I reached the clearing. Taking my time before I had to go inside. “ I should mention how little prey there is to hunt out, especially with how soon the cold stretch will be here.” muttering to myself as I breached the line between the forest and home. 

Once inside I made sure to lock the door with the wooden beam, usually father didn't bother to lock it all too often but it should be more often with his health. “Why didn’t you lock the door again?” I called out towards the back room where I knew he’d be. Huddled up beside the fireplace whittling some wood. 

“Because I didn't want to get up to unlock it once you got back deer.” I turned around like deja vu to see him standing leaning against the door frame. Rolling my eyes while I hung my bow and quiver up on the rack he made years ago.

“I see you caught a rabbit, run into any bears?” he laughed a little, before clutching his side, missing his look of pain i just smiled while i took my cloak off. Hanging it up beside the bow. “Why don’t we sit by the fire for a moment?”

Shaking my head while walking into the Disheveled mess of a kitchen. “Can’t I’m going into town and see Aunt Petunia and trade this pelt with Ivern for some carrots.”

“Why don't you turn the hide into some new boot linings?” I stopped myself from giving him a dirty look and just sighed.

 ‘If he's not mentioning the dragon from earlier maybe he didn't see it..’ I smiled to myself briefly before facing my father again. “I think getting carrots will be better, I’m going to go out for a while tomorrow like last year.” he grimaced then opened his mouth to speak, but i interrupted him. “Yes i already know what you're going to say, but it's better if i go hunt down a deer, the cold stretch will be here sooner then later and it's better if i do this now. Father please you can’t do it anymore and it’s better done sooner than later.” 

My father trailed into the kitchen, leaning against a wobbly table as he spoke. “Your boots are old, and yes that's fine just make sure to ask petunia for one of her horses so you're not walking back with a dead carcass.” Then he bent over to pull out a tuff of fur from a boot. “And yet you tell me these are fine for the cold?” I rolled my eyes at him while I reached around to grab a knife. 

“The boots are fine father, why did you do that anyways.” He had this smug look on his face while he moved around me to grab the other rabbit pelt.

“Just go get new boots, deer you’re crazy if you think you’ll last out there.” I shrugged and ignored him, continuing to cut up the rabbit I had in front of me.

He grunted and left the kitchen. “I'll just make a hat from the pelt father so don't fret too much.” No response from him left me peacefully cutting up the rabbit and prepping the stew to cook on the fire place for later. I may not have eaten lunch or breakfast but he didn't need to know that.

“Father excuse me old man.” I bumped his shoulder with my hip while I carried the old stone pot full of water and rabbit pieces. 

“Oh now you're mentioning my age? Are we going to talk about you being 20 and unmarried yet?” Two years passed the traditional marriage age, with no plans on it either.

“I'm not that old, I haven't even killed a caribou yet.” What I really wanted to say was that I just saw a dragon for the first time in my 20 years of life. Yet I kept my mouth shut and just smiled at him. 

Before I realized it the sun was past the middle point, The hide was wrapped with twine and under my arm for a trip to the settlement. Hopefully the walk would end up too long, my bones felt a little weak with how much i had travelled already. “Father? Could you keep an eye on the stew please? I'm going to head down to the settlement and trade this with Ivern.” I headed back towards the door, then shoved my feet into my boots and threw my cloak on a little bit in a hurry. I was already ready by the time I had heard from him.

Rolling my eyes I simply left. Shutting the door behind me, I made sure the door was closed a second time before I left for the settlement. The trail to the settlement was a little worn path in the ground from the years we have travelled to see the other’s.

Although the settlement was usually nicer during the warm stretches, with some flowers around the homes people built, especially around the pond in the middle. 

The walk was over with my fast paced walk because of how badly i wanted to get out of the cold. Standing just at the entrance of the clearing they had created before I was even a thought. Around 13 cabins sprawled about, along with a few garden patches at the backs of them. Everyone around is fairly self sufficient, we can't grow crops very well on the rockier terrain where father has his cabin. Usually everyone is willing to trade with us since father creates some of the best wood working in town, he gets commissioned often, but with his health he no longer does larger pieces like he used to, and with no black smith anymore it gets difficult to get decent tools for his work. But I like to believe we're comfortably living, even if it is all we know how to live.

Not far from where I stood, there was a smaller pen with a single cow and donkey, the two of them moved towards the gate when they saw me. The donkey was doing his little call to me while I moved towards the pen. “Hi guys! How are you two doing?.” The donkey, henry and his friend tulip who was an all white milk cow, the two of them were owned by the newer resident of the settlement coming here around 4 years ago. He was a nice fellow only a few years older than me. I got closer to the fence line, where tulip immediately turned around to try and lick my face. “Tulip! I don't want you to slobber on me girl.” laughing while I tried to pet the top of her head while avoiding her tongue.

“I gotta go you too, bye henry bye tulip.” A smile was on my face while I pet the two of them. The house next to it was Iverns.  Setting at a quick pace again, the sooner I was home the better. I really hated going to the settlement without my father, but it was becoming more and more common as the year got colder. 

Iverns home was a single story cabin with a small deck on the front, only a little bit off the ground but it made a huge difference when it got muddy from the snow. Stepping up onto the wooden planks of the deck, then knocking on the door for a few beats. A small grunt came from inside then he was at the door, holding it open just a crack until he saw me. 

“Hi Ivern.” I waved with a small smile before he opened the door full. Eye’s lit up at the sight of me. 

“Y/N! What do I owe the pleasure of seeing out today?” He then moved to standing on the porch with me. I knew he was looking for a rabbit pelt for his wife, so I was really hoping to trade him for carrots. I held up the rabbit pelt with a small smile on my face as I watched his face light up.

“It's got a nice density, and I know your wife likes rabbit pelts, bet she’d like this one.” The rabbit was a nice brown colour, and with how I hit it earlier with my arrow little damage was done to the pelt. 

“You have me there y/n what do you want for it.” putting the pelt back under my arm while I pretended to think for a moment.

“Carrots.” was all i said for him to turn back inside to go get what i asked for. 

Moving to sit on the end of the porch. I watched a duck swim in the pond from across the settlement. Every so often it would go under water then come back up, keeping myself occupied by watching the bird while I waited for Ivern to return.

“y/n?”

‘Shit.’ To the left of me stood Alexander, one of the reasons I avoid going to the settlement without my father. He was an overly annoying boy around my age. A thin, scrawny one with a sunken look to his face. Which was ironic because of who his parents were. I waved at him, not bothering to look away from the duck again.

The floorboards creaked a little and before I knew it he was sitting inches away from me. I quickly moved away from him. 

“Hi, is there something you need help with?” now looking directly at him. ‘Why doesn't he ever take the hint? Maybe that dragon should come back and eat me where I sit.’

He was average looking in all aspects, but if he’d put some muscle on himself maybe he would look more appealing but the sunken look on his face would always be unsettling to me. 

“No not of that sort, just haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been?” 

‘Ivern, save me please.’ I mentally groaned to myself. Trying to not grind my teeth with how uncomfortable I was.

“I'm doing well. Thank you, but I'm waiting for Ivern, then I'm off to my uncles for something quickly before going home.”  he nodded, barely able to see him out of the corner of my eye.

“It's also getting darker, I can also walk you back home.” It was still a little while after sun high. 

“No thank you, I appreciate it though.”

“Oh, come on y/n how would you be able to defend yourself if that bear showed up?”

‘I guess everyone here didn't see or hear the dragon then. But he's fully aware I can hunt, I've dropped off plenty of meat to trade with his parents.’

“No truly it's okay, i’ve got the self defence covered, don't worry.” now chewing on the side of my mouth. I tried occupying myself by going through my bag but he continued talking.

“Oh surely y/n-”

“y/n! I've got the carrots.” 

‘What took so long Ivern, I was about to smack the boy.’ Hurrying to Ivern so quickly I almost tripped on the lip of the porch.

“Thanks Ivern! Really appreciate it! I hope the wife likes the rabbit pelt! By the way, I caught it this morning." taking the carrots, i walked away. 

“Oh alexander! I was looking for you.” I glanced back towards the two, then watched as Alexander begrudgingly agree to whatever it was that Ivern wanted from him. 

Petunia or as I prefer to call her Aunt Petunia, was married to my fathers best friend Ty, technically we are  family somewhat in a way. With a little more pep in my step I made my way across the settlement to their house. They owned most of the horses in the settlement, especially after my mother passed. 

Their Cabin was smaller than Ivern’s, only 3 rooms with a little out house in the back. I made my way to their front door, knocking politely while I waited. 

I waited for a few moments outside as I listened to Petunia yell at Ty from what I could only assume was their kitchen. A mere moment later a tall man with a greying beard and a knitted hat stepped outside.

“Uncle Ty? I was wondering if aunt petunia was around, I have a question for the both of you.” He nodded then turned around still holding open the front door.

“Pea! y/n’s here!” A few shuffles came from inside, then before I knew it Petunia was warping her arms around me and ruffling my hair. 

“Hi honey! How are things!” I pulled back from the hug a few inches to get a good look at her face. Petunia, a red headed woman that's just starting to get her grey hairs, though her face was beautifully freckled. The freckles covered the entirety of her face, and with her slightly pointed nose I always thought she was beautiful, especially her green eyes.

I smiled at the woman again before she released me from her death grip of a hug. “Things have been good Auntie, Father’s watching the stew while I come ask you guys something.”

“Must something pretty important for you to come all this way just to ask a question?” Nervously I started running a hand through my hair. 

“Well I also got carrots!” holding up the 3 carrots I got from Ivern. ‘I'm pretty sure he gave us an extra one too.’ Lowering the carrots back down to my side. “I wanted to know if i could borrow one of the horses for a hunting trip, father says its the only way i can go.” mustering up a nervous smile waiting for their reaction.

Ty and Petunia both looked at each other for a moment, Tys eyes squinting for a moment before he nodded. “Yes you can, just make sure they get enough food and water please. Meet me here tomorrow morning as well and I'll saddle up with you.” Petunia was wiping her hands on the front of her dress while she talked. Then she turned back to look at me again. “I'll have it decided tomorrow which one you’ll take with you.”

“Thank you auntie!” I smiled at her before we both enveloped the other into a hug again, she kissed the side of my temple before letting go. 

“Please stay safe honey, it's dangerous out there and it's getting colder.” I nodded at the two of them before walking away. I could hear them both go back inside a few moments later. 

Suddenly I felt a grip on my upper arm, shocked a little I turned to see Ty holding my arm in a fairly tight grip. “y/n we should talk, me and your father-”

“If it's about me being married I'll pass.” I pulled, more like ripped my arm out of his grasp. 

“y/n you need to realize you don’t have much time before-”

“No I will not aheed to the traditions-”

“y/n you are not above traditions and rules. You must realize that before he is dead. All your parents want from you is a good husband.” At this point we were in a staring match. Though I took a moment and looked away. 

“No, I may not be above tradition. But I will not wear a dress, I don't want to stop hunting, I don't want to be stuck in this settlement with a man that doesnt love me!” I turned around to break out into a sprint. ‘How fucking dare he, its not his place.’ 

“y/n come back here were not done this fucking conversation!”

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I got home a little later than I would have liked, exhaustion already getting to me from the event’s of today. I reached the front door a little more sluggish than earlier, hunger getting to me finally. With my one hand cramping from holding onto the carrots so tight, and the last bit of adrenaline leaving my system finally. 

Even with the sky starting to get dark, as the older folks say it gets darker up here near the mountains compared to the settlements near the beaches.

“Father, how's the pot looking?” I asked the moment I walked into the cabin. The fireplace was still going from what I could hear. 

In the back room my father sat on his stool beside the fireplace, hunched over and staring down at the pot. “Almost done y/n. Deer, come sit down and look at the fire with me.”

“In a moment father, I'm going to cut the carrots to add.” In the kitchen I cut up a carrot with a knife, chopping them into thinner slices, leaving the other two carrots in a basket in one of the cupboards. Dumping the handful of carrot slices into the pot near my father, I then moved to sit beside him. 

“Father, how was your day?” he gently smiled to himself before meeting my eyes. 

“It was well deer, thank you for asking.”

“I'm glad father, Oh and that boy alexander came up to me today again. Saying that he’d walk me home because of the bear.” laughing a little before I continued. “But Ivern saved me from his miserable chatter, and took him inside claiming he was looking for him. That boy's insufferable father.” his eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled. 

“y/n I know you dislike that boy but give him some slack he's got a big family at home." I snorted at his response. 

“So? Doesn't make much of a difference when he assumes I can't take care of myself father.”

“I suppose you're right, deer.” I chewed on my cheek at the mention of Alexander's family. I simply nodded in response.

Me and father sat beside each other, my hand on his knee while we waited for the carrots to sink into the soup. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like this, silently enjoying the company of each other. With the fire roaring in the background licking at the bottom of the pot.

Our dinner was the same, eating out of hand carved bowls. Sipping on the stew while watching the fire. He didn't move from his stool, and i didnt move from my spot on the floor beside him. Life felt perfectly normal, and that itch on my side left me alone while I enjoyed the peace. 

After dinner we both went to bed, his room was on the main floor, the door way into there was in the living room, while I climbed the stairs to head to bed. “y/n, i love you goodnight.” he called out, smiling to myself before replying.

“Love you too father, goodnight.” 

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The next morning i was rushing around to pack, though when i looked out one of the windows there was already snowfall, a nervous ghost of a feeling crept up my spine at the sight. Doubling up on pants and two shirts was my solution to it. 

Though I still struggled to not feel nervous, biting on the inside of my cheek. While I packed up some food, which included a half carrot and some leftover chicken jerky from earlier that season. I was aware of my limits for food and how to cook food at a fire, i would be self sufficient when it called for it. 

Packing up a satchel with the food and two hunting knives for my excursion. I also made sure to bundle up more than yesterday, putting on my thicker fur cloak, and gloves. 

“I didn't expect the snow to fall so early this year.” The moment I stepped outside it was my first thought, usually we had a few more days for all the leaves to fall from the sky but oddly enough the cold stretch already began.

Though I ignored the nervous itching on my side. I needed to leave for Petunia and ty’s soon if I wanted to be gone before sunrise. ‘Even if Ty pissed me off, I need to head out.’

It was increasingly colder compared to yesterday, but now I stood in front of the gates to Petunia's pasture. It wasn't very large. Just big enough to hold 6 horses without getting too close to Alexander's family’s cattle pen behind it. 

When I opened the gate a few of the horses looked up from their hay. Though i stood there for a moment in the cold, letting the snow whip around my cloak. Watching the small streaks of sunrise above the tree’s. “y/n!” I turned quickly to see petunia leaning against the fence. 

“Hi Auntie, did you decide on which horse I'd bring?” she smiled softly, looking back towards the back end of the pasture. 

“Well there's that big buckskin named Adonis, The red spotted one blue, she's a good girl but she's a little small, Rocky is a little out there. Hera’s got a foal coming in a few month’s at the start of planting. I'll need your help with her. She's that round palomino. The last two are blue and hera’s from two years, do you remember that.” while petunia talked to me i had watched each of them Blue looked like a good choice, even if she was a broodmare. I also have ridden hera before she was usually a really good mare.

“Of course I remember those two, I named blue’s foal that year comet. I'll take adonis if that's okay? Rocky almost kicked me before while I was bringing them hay." Petunia was standing beside me, arm warped around my shoulder in a half embrace. 

“He got too excited that time I'm guessing?” Nodding to her, while we walked over to Adonis, up close he was a little bit bigger than I am, his withers just above my head, but his black mane and tail were a beautiful striking contrast from the snow. 

“Hi boy.” she chuckled, smiling brightly at me while I held my hand out to the stallion, he simply nuzzled my hand before going back to his hay.  We both smiled at each other, while she pretended to wrap a leed over his neck to have him follow us.

We stopped near a small wooden storage box behind her house. Adonis had followed us the entire way close behind her. “I'll help you saddle him, auntie don't worry.” I waved off her protests and saddled him up myself, leaving the bit for last.

“How long do you think you'll be y/n?” I stilled once she asked. ‘How long was I going to be?’ shrugging at her while I slipped a foot into the stirrups. We adjusted the stirrups once I was seated, giving her a nod once they were corrected.

“I'm unsure as of now, though I won't be returning till I hunt something large enough to last.” A firm nod was all I received from her. We stared at each other for a long moment, silence so loud my ears rang. Suddenly a single caw let loose from behind us. Turning in the saddle only to see a crow, huddled on the branch of a singular tree near us. It shifted, time froze, feeling the little beady eyes upon my soul before it disappeared into the cold morning.

“That was strange.” Petunia said before I could get my bearings together and startled me. I swung around to face her, she was smiling a little. But her brows were creased, barely visible under her bangs. I sighed before looking down at my hands, she was right it was in fact a little odd. 

Nevertheless i must still leave’.  I gave Petunia the best smile I could muster. “I'll be off now, i don't think i'll be gone long with this guy.” A simple curt nod was all I received before me and Adonis took off, heading northward towards the forest.

[twistedheartsclub]

Marked for the Hoard Male Dragon Shifter X Female Reader PT2

🖤 Author’s Note Marked for the Hoard is an original dark fantasy romance story featuring obsessive love, ancient magic, and a dragon shifter who has waited centuries for his mate. This is not fanfiction — the world, characters, and lore are entirely original. At the heart of the story is Y/N, a modern girl unknowingly descended from a bloodline once bound to dragons. When she returns to her ancestral homeland, she steps straight into the territory of Vaeroth — a powerful and obsessive dragon shifter who has watched and waited for generations.His name, in the old tongue, means “keeper of ruin” or “the one who waits beneath ash.” He is the last of the great drakes. And he has chosen her as the final piece of his hoard. She was never meant to come here. But now that she has, Vaeroth will never let her leave.

⚠️ Warnings: yandere love interest · kidnapping · obsession · forced proximity · possessiveness · dubcon · marking/bonding · psychological manipulation · monster lover · nonhuman anatomy · breeding kink themes · ritualistic claiming · emotional dependency · primal behavior · isolation · fantasy violence

PART ONE HERE

“Y/N!”

A voice—familiar, broken.

She froze.

Through the trees, Maya appeared, face pale, eyes wide.

Then Jade, crying out her name as they raced toward her.

She collapsed into their arms, shaking.

“Where were you?” Maya whispered. “We’ve been looking for you for two days.”

Y/N opened her mouth.

But all that came were flashbacks—

The heat.

The mark.

The way his body moved over hers like something divine.

She gasped.

And fainted.

Later – The Airbnb

The first thing she saw was the ceiling fan.

Then the soft white towel wrapped around her.

Then her friends—hovering, frantic, voices hushed and panicked.

“She’s burning up—get the water going again—”

“Her legs—look at the marks—Jade, look at her neck.”

“I knew something was wrong, I knew it.”

Y/N blinked, dizzy. “He…”

“Shh,” Jade whispered, holding her face. “You’re safe. But we’re leaving. Now.”

“There’s a flight in an hour,” Maya said, already packing. “We’re not waiting for the boat. I called a pilot. I don’t care if it drains my savings.”

“Local police didn’t even try to look for you,” Jade muttered, angry and shaken. “They knew. They all knew.”

They helped her up. Into the shower. Her legs barely worked.

The water stung. The marks glowed faintly beneath her skin.

Maya cried as she scrubbed dirt from Y/N’s knees.

Jade wrapped her in a blanket like she was glass.

They didn’t ask for details.

They just got her out.

It was nearly dinner hour when they reached the airstrip.

The village streets were empty, just as Maya had hoped—windows shuttered, lanterns dim, fires lit indoors for the evening meal.

Tradition, the locals had called it.

But now? It felt like a trap. A warning.

“Be inside when the fire dies. Stay home. Stay safe.”

Y/N walked between them, wrapped in a long shawl, her face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed straw hat they’d bought that morning—before they knew.

She hadn’t said a word.

Her steps were uneven. Her hands trembled under the fabric.

The charter plane waited on the far edge of the narrow field, propellers spinning, the pilot waving them forward.

“Just keep your head down,” Jade whispered. “Almost there.”

Maya gripped her hand.

Every rustle in the brush made them flinch. Every shadow stretched too long.

But no one stopped them.

No voices called out.

Just the wind.

And the tightness in the air, like the sky itself was holding its breath.

Inside the small plane, the hum of the engine masked the sound of their heartbeat.

The pilot said nothing. Just nodded as they climbed aboard.

Y/N sat between them, silent, covered. The moment her seatbelt clicked into place, her whole body flinched.

Maya reached over and rested a hand on her thigh.

Jade leaned in, whispering low. “That couple we met? They said the locals still believe in the old ways. That every few decades a girl goes missing. Chosen.”

“Offered,” Maya corrected softly.

Jade swallowed. “They said he never lets them go.”

A gust of wind shook the wings.

The pilot rolled the throttle.

The plane surged forward.

Faster. Louder.

The island shrank behind them.

And just as the wheels left the ground—

A roar.

Not from the engine.

Not from the wind.

A roar that split the clouds.

Deep. Bone-shaking. Inhuman.

The pilot stiffened.

Y/N’s head snapped toward the window.

But all she saw was sky.

Burning gold.

The plane climbed hard into the clouds.

Inside, the hum of the engines buzzed like tension beneath the skin. The cabin shook lightly with turbulence as the island grew smaller beneath them—its cliffs fading into shadow, the shoreline swallowed by sea.

The pilot glanced back, his voice clipped, tight. “Three hours. If the winds hold, we’ll hit the coast just before sunrise.”

He didn’t say what coast.

He didn’t ask questions.

But his knuckles were white on the throttle.

“They’re not following us, right?” Maya asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

Because they’d all heard the roar.

And Y/N, swaddled in silence, still hadn’t spoken.

She stared out the window, unmoving.

Not crying.

Not blinking.

Just listening.

Far Below – The Cliffs of Vaeroth’s Domain

The chamber was cold.

The silks scattered. The furs left tangled and empty. The scent of fire and sweat still lingered—but it was already fading.

Vaeroth stood at the mouth of the lair, hands clenched at his sides, his human form trembling with restraint.

Behind him, the Elder Woman spoke quietly.

“She was not meant to wake yet. The elixirs should have held her another day.”

Vaeroth didn’t turn.

“I left for a few hours. To bring her food. To gather the oils for the next bond rite.”

“She was not supposed to leave the mountain.”

“She was mine.”

The ground beneath his feet blackened.

Rocks cracked.

Smoke curled from his fingertips.

“She is not far,” the Elder said. “Her scent lingers. Her blood sings still.”

“She ran,” he growled. “And she was taken. While I was gone.”

His voice wasn’t loud—but it scraped like broken stone.

“She did not leave willingly,” the Elder offered gently.

But it didn’t matter.

Because to Vaeroth, it was theft.

And when something is stolen from a dragon—

The world burns until it’s returned.

He stepped to the cliff’s edge.

The clouds churned above.

And his wings—massive, black, gold-veined and terrible—unfurled with a snap that split the air.

“Find her,” he said.

“Before the stars forget my mercy.”

The wheels hit the ground with a jolt.

Y/N flinched so hard she bit her tongue.

The pilot guided the plane along a small coastal runway tucked between palm trees and cliffs. It wasn’t home. Not yet. But it was the mainland—a bustling little harbor town on the southern edge of Greece.

Three hours from the island.

Ten hours from home, with layovers and customs and no sleep.

But it was far enough to breathe.

“We’re safe,” Maya whispered, gripping Y/N’s hand as they stepped onto the tarmac.

Jade pulled her hood higher, adjusting the shawl again to hide her face. “We’ll book a flight from Athens. Get a hotel. Rest. Then disappear.”

Y/N didn’t answer.

Her hands shook.

Her skin burned.

And somewhere inside her chest, something shuddered violently—like a scream with no voice.

He knows.

The girls guided her through the airport. Customs. A car to the hotel. She didn’t remember most of it.

They got her into the room, turned on the AC, ordered bottled water and soft food.

Jade rubbed her back. Maya brushed her hair.

Still, Y/N said nothing.

But she felt something.

Like a thread being pulled tight.

A string snapping.

Like someone out there had just—

Roared.

Back on the Island

The Airbnb was empty.

No luggage. No scent of soap. No unwashed clothes or cell chargers.

Gone.

Every trace of her.

The village authorities offered only shrugs. The locals stared at the ground.

Vaeroth stood in the threshold, hands at his sides.

Andre—his second—shifted nervously beside him. “They must’ve taken her by private plane. It was too fast for the ferries.”

“Did anyone see which way?”

“No one’s talking.”

Vaeroth stepped forward once.

And the walls shattered.

The front of the Airbnb exploded outward in a burst of flame and force, sending debris across the grass. The floor cracked beneath him. Fire licked the stone.

“Find. Her.”

His voice was quiet.

Too quiet.

And the sky began to darken.

The hotel room was dim and still.

Soft linens. Heavy curtains. The hum of the air conditioner.

Jade and Maya had stepped out for food, leaving Y/N tucked into the bed. They’d drawn the blinds. Turned off the TV. Given her a melatonin and whispered promises.

“Sleep. You’re safe now. Just rest.”

But safety was a lie.

She dreamed of him again.

Not a memory—a sensation.

Of his hands holding her open.

Of his mouth on her throat, his teeth sinking in with claiming heat.

Of the way her legs had wrapped around him like instinct.

“You’re mine, little flame. Even now, I burn inside you.”

She felt him—again—between her thighs. Felt him marking her, like his body had carved itself into her soul.

And when he thrust into her, in the dream—

She screamed.

Y/N shot upright in the bed, drenched in sweat, screaming, sobbing.

“No, no—stop—*please don’t—*I didn’t mean to—”

The door slammed open.

“Y/N!” Maya dropped the takeout. “What’s happening?!”

Jade was there in seconds, climbing into bed, pulling Y/N into her arms. “It’s okay—you’re okay—it’s not real, you’re with us—”

But Y/N sobbed harder.

Because it was real.

Her body ached like she’d been touched again.

Bitten.

Used.

And worst of all—her stomach twisted with a heat that wasn’t fear.

It was want.

And that terrified her most of all.

Jade gently wiped her face. Maya got her a water bottle with shaking hands.

“You’re almost home, baby,” Jade whispered. “Two more hours. The flight’s soon.”

“Just hold on,” Maya said. “We’re getting you out of this.”

But Y/N’s eyes drifted toward the window.

And she didn’t say it out loud.

He’ll come for me.

Because some part of her wanted him to.

Lightning shimmered behind his wings.

Vaeroth soared through the clouds—all scale and fury, the night sky bending around his massive form. His eyes blazed gold, slashing through the fog and storm, seeking.

“Where are you…” he growled low.

He’d lost her scent three times—once near the harbor, again mid-flight—but it never faded completely. Not with the bond pulsing, bleeding magic through the sky like a flare only he could feel.

She was still his.

Still warm with his fire.

And now—

He saw it.

A glint of silver slicing through the clouds ahead.

A plane.

Civilian.

Slow.

“Found you.”

He pushed harder, the wind shrieking across his wingspan, rain hammering against his scaled shoulders. He had hours before they landed. Maybe less.

But he would not lose her again.

Not now.

Not when she was carrying his mark.

Not when she was possibly—

No. He wouldn’t say it. Not yet.

Inside the Plane

Maya glanced out the window.

Dark sky. Heavy clouds. Distant flashes of lightning.

Something itched beneath her skin.

She leaned slightly, trying to see past the wing.

Nothing.

But the feeling didn’t go away.

The air felt heavier now.

Like something big was flying just beneath the clouds.

She looked to her side.

Y/N lay slumped in her seat, soft breaths coming slow and deep. The sleeping pill had worked. Jade had offered it with water, and Y/N hadn’t even protested.

But now?

Now Maya watched her twitch, her hand fisting the edge of her blanket, her brow furrowing.

Dreaming.

No—fighting.

Maya looked back out the window.

And though she saw nothing—

Something was watching.

She just didn’t know what.

The plane landed just after sunrise.

Bleary-eyed travelers shuffled through customs. No one looked too closely at the three girls—two panicked, one limp between them, her hood up, sunglasses hiding bruises no one wanted to see.

Jade flagged the first uniformed officer she saw.

“We need help,” she said, breathless. “She was taken. We just got back from—”

The officer didn’t hesitate.

Within ten minutes, Y/N was in a room with white walls, glass panels, and a woman in a navy blazer offering her lukewarm water in a paper cup.

Maya and Jade sat nearby, whispering. Nervous.

A nurse arrived. Then a doctor. Then someone from “International Affairs.”

Questions.

So many questions.

“Can you tell us what happened to you?” “Were you alone?” “Do you remember being assaulted?” “Was anyone else there?” “Do you feel safe now?”

Y/N sat in a chair by the window, her arms wrapped around herself, a hospital blanket draped over her shoulders.

She didn’t answer.

Her gaze stayed fixed on the sunlight creeping up the far wall. Pale and cold. Nothing like the heat of the firelight where he’d whispered into her skin.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

No one noticed.

Except Maya.

She squeezed Y/N’s hand.

“It’s over,” she whispered. “You’re home now.”

But Y/N didn’t feel home.

She felt hollow.

And somewhere inside her…

He was still whispering.

Elsewhere – A City of Smoke and Steel

Vaeroth stood atop a rooftop overlooking the glass heart of the city, his human form cloaked in shadow.

He had tracked the scent across the sea.

Through wind and storm and steel towers.

He could taste her in the air. Faint. Distant.

But here.

“She’s close,” he murmured.

His second, cloaked in mortal clothes, nodded from the alley below.

“They took her to a hospital. A clinic for trauma recovery.”

Vaeroth’s jaw clenched.

She had needed recovery.

And he hadn’t been there.

He looked toward the east, toward the sunlight reflecting off cold glass.

“I will find her,” he whispered. “And this time, nothing will take her from me.”

The fluorescent lights above Y/N buzzed faintly as the nurse pressed gauze to her shoulder.

The bite mark—his mark—had broken the skin deeper than anyone first noticed.

They’d cleaned it.

Stitched it.

Bandaged it like any other wound.

But no one could dress the hollow ache beneath it.

She didn’t flinch when they touched her.

She didn’t speak when they asked about the bruises on her hips, the fingerprints along her thighs.

Not when they asked about what happened in the woods.

Not when they gently asked if she remembered anything.

She just stared at the clock.

Its ticking felt slower than it should have.

A calm-looking woman in a blazer approached her afterward.

“We’re not going to pressure you, sweetheart,” she said gently, handing her a business card. “When you’re ready, we’ll be here. Trauma doesn’t move on anyone else’s timeline.”

Y/N took the card.

Didn’t look at it.

Didn’t look at her.

They gave her two prescriptions.

Painkillers.

Anti-anxiety medication.

A list of hotlines.

A pamphlet on “Reclaiming Yourself.”

And then they sent her home.

Just like that.

Outside – With Maya and Jade

“This is insane,” Jade hissed, arms crossed. “They’re just letting her leave?”

“She didn’t give them anything,” Maya muttered. “They can’t hold her. No evidence. No name. No charges.”

“She was kidnapped. She came back marked. She has burn scars—”

“I know!” Maya snapped. Her voice cracked. “You think I don’t know?”

They watched through the glass as Y/N shuffled toward them in borrowed clothes, hair down, hood up, eyes blank.

She didn’t even look real anymore.

Jade bit her lip. “Something’s wrong here. I mean, beyond trauma. I feel it.”

“I do too,” Maya whispered.

And above them, in the shifting gray clouds…

Wings passed.

No sound. No shadow.

But Y/N looked up.

Just once.

And the corner of her mouth trembled.

The car ride was quiet.

Y/N sat in the backseat, her head pressed against the window, watching the city blur by.

Maya drove. Jade sat twisted in her seat, glancing back every few seconds, whispering soft reassurances.

Y/N didn’t hear them.

Or maybe she did.

But all her body could register was the distance between her and the sea.

The further they drove, the more wrong her skin felt.

Like she was being pulled inside-out.

When they reached the apartment, she refused to get out.

“No,” she whispered, curling against the door. “I don’t want to go in.”

“Sweetheart, please…” Jade opened her door gently, crouching beside her. “You’re safe now. No one knows where you are.”

“You don’t understand,” Y/N whimpered, eyes wide and full of glassy terror. “He’ll come. He’ll find me.”

Her fingers dug into the seatbelt.

“Y/N…”

“I can’t… I can’t…”

And then she broke.

Collapsed into Jade’s arms, sobbing.

Maya came around the side and helped lift her, carry her in.

They fed her warm broth.

Held her until she stopped shaking.

Brushed her hair. Let her shower.

They dressed her in oversized clothes and tucked her into Jade’s bed, the windows shut tight and curtains drawn.

Jade whispered stories from their college dorm days.

Maya stayed awake, rubbing her back.

Eventually—

Y/N slept.

But something else woke.

Outside, the wind shifted.

The streetlight flickered.

In the shadows between buildings, where no eyes dared linger…

He watched.

Not in dragon form—not yet.

But close.

Too close.

Inside, Y/N stirred in her sleep.

Her fingers twitched.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

She didn’t hear his voice.

But she felt his presence.

Like smoke curling under the door.

Like breath on the back of her neck.

And when she rolled onto her side—

The faintest glint of gold sparked in the corner of the dark room.

Then vanished.

The apartment was quiet.

No music.

No chatter.

Just the faint clink of porcelain and the low hum of the refrigerator.

Y/N stood in the kitchen, sleeves too long, face washed pale. Her eyes were red-rimmed and unfocused as she poured coffee into a chipped mug. No cream. No sugar.

Her hands trembled.

Her hair stuck to her damp forehead.

And between her legs, she still felt warm.

Not pain. Not soreness. Warmth.

Like something had left a part of itself behind.

Her knees were weak.

Her chest hollow.

And she knew—without doubt—what had happened.

He had come.

She didn’t remember how.

She hadn’t screamed.

She hadn’t moved.

But he had been there.

His breath in her hair. His weight on her body. His voice—whispering worship while he claimed her again.

A tear rolled down her cheek and into her coffee.

She didn’t notice.

She didn’t drink.

She just stood there, holding the cup like an anchor in a world that had stopped pretending she was free.

Across the Apartment – Later That Morning

Jade rubbed her eyes and opened the apartment’s security app.

She checked the feed from the door camera—routine, barely awake.

And then froze.

There.

2:47 AM.

The camera had caught a figure.

Tall. Still. Barefoot.

He stood outside their door for seventeen minutes.

Not moving.

Then turned his head—slowly—and looked directly into the lens.

Gold eyes.

No glow from streetlights.

No reflection.

Just two molten, ancient lights staring through the screen.

Jade’s breath caught in her throat.

She grabbed Maya’s phone. “You need to see this.”

Jade stood at the edge of the kitchen, the phone still in her hand.

She couldn’t stop staring at the paused frame—the figure at their door, the impossible gold of his eyes glowing from the shadows.

She knew it was real.

And she knew Y/N knew, too.

But she didn’t want it to be true.

Y/N sat curled on the couch, knees hugged to her chest, coffee growing cold beside her. Her skin still felt hot beneath the oversized hoodie. The heat hadn’t faded.

If anything, it was worse.

Deep. Constant. Low in her belly.

Not arousal—something more primal.

Need.

She hated it.

She hated him.

But her body…

Her body remembered. Her body still wanted.

Maya sat beside her, cautious, quiet. “Y/N… did he come back last night?”

Silence.

Then—

“Yes.”

A whisper.

A breath.

Both girls froze.

Jade crossed the room slowly. “He was here?”

Y/N nodded once.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

“He was… inside me. I didn’t move.”

“Did he hurt you?” Maya asked, her voice breaking.

“No,” Y/N whispered. “That’s the worst part.”

They didn’t speak.

Not at first.

Because what do you say to someone who’s been broken and bound, but not physically harmed? Someone whose soul is screaming while her body still aches for the one who did it?

Jade crouched beside her.

“We’re going to stop him,” she said.

“You can’t.”

“We’ll try.”

Y/N looked down at her hands.

“He’s still inside me. I feel him. I feel… hot. Like I’m still in heat.”

Maya covered her mouth.

Jade reached for her hand. “Then we’ll cool you down. We’ll find help.”

But outside—

The clouds had begun to gather.

Far Away – In the Caverns of Flame

Vaeroth stood beneath the mountain, eyes closed, breath deep.

And he felt her speak.

Not her words.

Just the voice.

The sound of her breath shaping syllables again. The moment her silence broke, the bond tugged.

His heat flared.

She was still in cycle. Still open. Still his.

He opened his eyes.

“No more distance.”

He turned to Andre.

“Prepare the gate.”

“She returns tonight.”

The TV flickered across the dark living room—bright colors, a laugh track, a world that didn’t know her.

Y/N sat on the couch, legs pulled close, the blanket clutched around her. Her head throbbed. Her body still pulsed with that low, molten heat. The meds weren’t working.

Maya and Jade had just stepped out. Just for a moment. The corner store two blocks down. Snacks, water, a chance to breathe.

“We’ll lock the door behind us,” Jade had promised. “We’ll be back before the credits roll.”

But the door clicked open anyway.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

The blanket slid from her shoulders.

He stood in the entryway like a shadow taking form.

Vaeroth.

Human-shaped. Ageless. Eyes like gold flame. His long hair fell loose over his shoulders, soaked with rain. He wore black from neck to boots.

But it wasn’t the clothes.

It was the presence.

He filled the room without moving.

She stood slowly, shaking. “How—how did you—”

“You left me,” he said quietly.

“You ran.”

There was no growl. No roar. Just heat simmering behind each word.

She stepped back. “Please—”

“I was gentle with you. I gave you silk. Fire. I whispered to you like you were divine.”

“I didn’t ask for any of it!”

His eyes darkened.

“But you took it.”

He moved faster than she could track—suddenly in front of her, gripping her wrist.

“I gave you my mark,” he snarled. “I bled for you. And you let them hide you from me like I was a curse.”

She yanked her arm. “You are.”

And that was it.

The moment snapped.

His hand struck her across the cheek—fast, sharp, ringing.

She gasped, stumbling, one hand flying to her face.

Silence.

Breathless.

Y/N’s eyes welled, a sob caught in her throat as she held her stinging skin.

And then—

She looked at him.

Wide, broken, burning eyes.

And Vaeroth’s chest hitched.

The fire behind his fury faltered.

He stepped back, stunned by her gaze.

“I didn’t want to—”

She flinched again.

He reached for her—

And stopped.

“Y/N,” Vaeroth said softly, voice cracking.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She backed away, still clutching her cheek. “You already did.”

He stepped forward, hands twitching at his sides, torn between restraint and the storm in his chest. His face was twisted with something unreadable—half remorse, half rage.

“You don’t understand,” he said. “I need you. You were made for me.”

She shook her head, tears spilling now. “No. No, I wasn’t. You took everything—I didn’t ask for any of it—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “You felt it. You still do.”

He reached for her.

She twisted away.

“Don’t touch me!”

But he did.

His hand seized her wrist, pulling her into his chest. His mouth found hers, crushing. Too hard. Too rough. His other hand cupped her jaw, holding her there as she squirmed, her fists pushing at his chest, her whimpers muffled by his kiss.

“Stop!” she sobbed, finally breaking away.

He panted, staring at her, his eyes wild.

Then she shoved him—hard.

He stumbled.

She turned to run.

But her ankle caught on the edge of the rug—her body tumbled, hitting the floor hard.

Before she could crawl away, his hands were on her again—gripping her hips, lifting her like a doll, her kicks useless against his strength.

“Let me go—let me GO!”

“I’m taking you home.”

He dragged her toward the window—then changed course, toward the fire escape.

“The roof,” he muttered to himself. “I just need the sky. Just need to shift—”

She screamed.

Fought.

But he was no longer hearing her.

His breath came fast. His muscles trembled.

The veins beneath his skin glowed faintly gold.

He wasn’t human anymore.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “And I’m done asking.”

The wind howled across the rooftop.

Rain had started to fall—cold and sudden, slicing through the sky like the edge of a blade.

Y/N kicked and thrashed in Vaeroth’s arms, her voice hoarse from screaming. He held her like she was nothing—like she weighed less than the storm around them.

“Let me go!” she cried, tears hot on her cheeks. “Please, don’t do this!”

He was shaking—not from effort, but from the transformation trying to burst through his skin.

His eyes were gold.

His fingertips were clawed.

His voice wasn’t fully human anymore.

“I warned you,” he said. “I begged. I kissed you like you were sacred. You spat on it.”

“You HURT me!”

He didn’t flinch. He just looked down at her, his face twisted with rage and something more tragic—like he couldn’t understand why she didn’t see it.

Why she couldn’t just accept it.

Behind them—

“Y/N!”

A voice.

Jade.

Then Maya.

They burst onto the rooftop, soaked from the rain, eyes wide as they saw her—held in arms that shimmered with dragonhide, gold glowing faintly beneath skin.

“Let her go!” Maya screamed, running forward.

Vaeroth turned, his voice deep as thunder. “She’s mine.”

Jade reached for her—but he was already moving.

Wings unfurled from his back, massive, leathery, trailing gold light at the edges. The wind from them sent both girls tumbling back.

Y/N reached for them.

“Help me—please!”

Maya screamed her name.

Jade lunged.

But it was too late.

With a sound like the sky splitting, Vaeroth lifted into the air, Y/N pinned to his chest, her scream tearing through the wind—

“HELP MEEEE—”

And then they were gone.

Swallowed by cloud.

Lightning flashed behind them.

And the only thing left was silence.

[dark-moonlust]

Mall Date with An Overprotective Dragon

Pairing: dragon-shifter oc Fabian x female oc Lila

Summary: A dragon shifter, Fabian and his mate, Lila walk through a mall. He’s astounded by all of the things and assumes that is this the home of a very powerful dragon. He also doesn’t like how many males are looking at his beautiful mate. Eventually Lila tries on a beautiful dress and his dragon-driven impulses take over.

Warnings: MDNI, nsfw, mating bond, emotional intimacy and steamy kisses, overprotective and territorial dragon-shifter, possessive dialogue, implied sex in semi-public pace (dressing room), oral(fem), p in v to follow.

Copyright @ 2025 by Kate Hart This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent.

The mall wasn't just a building. It was a hoard. A glorious hoard. A dragon king’s treasury. Fabian froze at the center of it, his golden eyes widening as he took in his surroundings. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, casting light over marble floors. Storefronts burst with riches; elegant fabrics, bags, rows of shoes, so many darn shoes, as well as displays with jewels and cosmetics.

"What dragon lord rules this territory?"

“It’s just a mall, Fabian,” his mate, Lila, laughed, tugging his hand. She looked sexy as sin, flaming hair falling down her back, her pretty hazel eyes sparkling at all the shops.

"Someone must own this hoard, little fire," he rumbled. They were supposed to be shopping but all he could think about was pulling her in a dark corner and having his way with her.

"I repeat; this is not a dragon's hoard. Just a shopping mall."

"Lies,” he muttered, scanning the crowd. Humans and shifters lurked everywhere—a human woman haggled over perfume while a toddler screeched near a toy store. A group of wolf shifters loitered near a pretzel stand, their eyes lingering on Lila—his Lila. Fucking fucks. 

His mate, blissfully oblivious, strode ahead in her cropped leather jacket and denim skirt that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her rosewater scent tangled with his senses, sweet and taunting.

Oh, what he'd give to have her anywhere but here, her cunt squeezing his cock. Even better would be to find a place where he could fill her with his scent. Pump a warm load of cum into her so everyone knows she's off limits. He should have done so before coming here.

Damn... His dragon purred at the idea.

A leopard-shifter in a tailored suit turned to stare and Fabian growled. "I don't like this place."

Mine, his dragon snarled as Fabian’s arm slid possessively around her waist, his thumb brushing the curve of her hip.

Lila rolled her eyes but leaned into him, her touch easing his senses. “You’re being dramatic.” “Dramatic? That leopard-shit by the fountain has looked at you twice,” he hissed, steering her sharply away from a kiosk selling phone cases. “And don’t get me started on the human male near the… what is that shop? Waffle King? He’s practically a peasant, yet he dares to set eyes upon my mate—” “Fabian,” Lila interrupted softly, pressing a finger to his lips. "Behave. If you breathe fire in here, we’ll get arrested.”

He nipped playfully at her finger. “Humans have no respect for bonded pairs. You have no idea how mad my dragon is."

"Oh, I can imagine exactly how mad he is. And I can also guess that, by now, he is in full territorial mode. It is both ridiculous and adorable."

Fabian was infuriating. And unfairly hot. Devilishly handsome, too.Too tall, too broad, too bulky. And all hers.Her grumbly, possessive dragon-shifter. Dark hair fell in waves touching his shoulders, his golden eyes glowing faintly under the lights. His shoulders strained against the fabric of his Henley, sleeves rolled to expose forearms corded with muscle that even human women paused to admire.

Fools, he is mine. She was just as possessive.

"I am vexed. There is only one thing that can calm me and my dragon," he rumbled, lips quirking.

Standing on her tiptoes, she smiled knowingly and kissed him. Their lips met, soft at first, with a teasing warmth and wetness. His mouth was hot, parting with a low groan as she nibbled his lower lip.

Fabian kissed her back, pressing her hard against him. His dragon preened when she opened her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside. Their scents melted together, rose and smoke, a spark of dragon magic that fizzed against her tongue. He groaned, deep and ragged, fingers tangling in her hair, angling her face to deepen the kiss.

Heat bloomed, slow and syrupy.

Their breaths tangled; sharp inhales, shared sighs, the slick, wet sound of lips and tongues mating. Lila whined as his tongue swept against hers, a claiming stroke that left her breathless. Fabian was getting caught up and she wanted nothing but to melt into him, her belly clenching with need at the feel of him so hard and strong pressing against her.

"F-Fabian..." she trailed off, her fingers curling into his shirt.

"What is it, mate?" He drew back, a strand of saliva glistening between their lips, before wiping it with his tongue, his thumb brushing her swollen lip. “Still think I’m ridiculous?”

“Adorably so,” she said, laughing softly as his nose nuzzled hers.

"Hmm, I have half a mind to punish you for being such a brat."

"Later, perhaps?" She grinned, not at all intimidated. "We have to shop, remember?"

"Yes, that silly wedding invite..." he growled. "Can't we leave? I want to take you home. I haven't scented you nearly as thoroughly as I'd wish." His teeth grazed her lip, a playful threat. "Need you stuffed with my cum."

Her pussy clamped around nothing at his words. "We buy the dress and then... we can talk about fucking me." “Come,” he growled, nipping her earlobe. “The sooner we find you a gown, the sooner I can be balls-deep inside you.”

Fabian drew back with a sigh, discretely adjusted the bulge of his erection, and pulled her in his arm. His promise hung in the air as they walked, browsing the shops until they entered a cute boutique. They strolled the shop and looked among the racks of beautiful dresses. Fabian sifted through fabric like a general strategizing a siege. He didn't like them. Too much cleavage. Too much thigh. Too much… everything.  When he eyed a long beige dress, he proudly passed it to Lila.

“This one,” he declared. "It's classy."

Lila stared at the dull dress, her nose wrinkling. It was too long and the neckline climbed to her chin.

“Fabian, are you trying to dress me as a sofa? No."

"What about this?"

She giggled as he tossed her another dress, a monstrosity that covered everything. "Again, no. This one is a floral tent with sleeves." His grumble vibrated through the shop. Lila ignored him and filtered through the choices. She grabbed a long shimmering dress, hanging defiantly on the rack Fabian had dismissed with a sneer.

Without hesitation, she plucked it from its perch and slipped into the private dressing room. Fabian followed after her, his dragon thrashing. A human clerk hovered nearby and he snarled, chasing him away.

Much better. Now they were at least alone in the dressing room.

When Lila came out, Fabian's pulse spiked. Gods, his little flame was gorgeous. No. Ruinous. That’s what she was.

The dress was a betrayal of fabric, a masterpiece of temptation. It hugged her curves like a lover, the heart neckline pushing up her tits—his tits, the ones he’d licked and suckled a thousand times. Red hair cascaded her back, contrasting stunningly with the navy blue color of the dress. A deep slit showed off her thigh and Fabian’s dragon roared, demanding he rip it apart and fuck her right now.

“Absolutely not,” he growled. “It’s distracting.”

“Come on,” Lila purred, twirling. “It fits me like a glove.”

"What fits you like a glove is between my legs and if you walk around in that dress, every male will have the same hard-on."

She stared at his bulge, her cheeks heating up. "I will not dress like a nun because you are jealous. I'm buying the dress."

"You are doing this on purpose, mate. I hope you have considered the consequences," he rasped, crowding her against the mirror. Lila smirked. “I'm getting the dress.” "Buy the dress. I love it. It looks so damn sexy on you and I'm fucking you right now."

The full smut is available for free on my page. If all the above was your vibe and you're looking for some sexy, semi-public smut, check it out! ♡

[monstersholygrail]

omg dragon up next??? can't wait 🤤

im a sucker for dragons. there seems to be a shocking lack of dragon fic on this site

Yessss. I went through a lot of choices and options for what kind of monster the Headhunter in the Choose your own adventure series would be. And they all made rational sense in my mind. But I just really wanted to make sure to include a dragon into this series somewhere

Plus, with dragons taking treasure and hoarding it all, I feel like a Headhunter would be a perfect job for them. So it works out well too

I’m glad you’re excited and enjoy dragons! I love dragons so freaking much. I hope everyone comes to enjoy Headhunter Dragon as much as I do. He’s been fun to write

And I agree! There’s a painful lack of dragon fics here. I have a handful of dragon fics myself. They’re a blast mess around with. One of my favorite fics I’ve written is a dragon bf!