#his golden scales

[lyonnerileyauthor]

His Golden Scales #7

pt 6 | masterpost

cws: captor/captive, dubcon

you know the time has come. your body aches at the thought of Zafarion’s scaled cock inside you—and yet you find that you hunger for it, too, after all this time preparing you.

you’ve polished every last jewel in the dragon’s collection when he returns from his long flight. his eyes are full of suspicion.

“they are saying your name, princess,” he says, circling you with a flicking tail. “your people believe you a martyr to the mad king.”

your citizens speak of you? your heart swells. what you wouldn’t give to tell them you still live, to give them hope against your uncle’s tyranny.

Zafarion comes closer, exhaling smoke from his wide nostrils. “but they will never know the truth that you belong to me now.”

he bids you remove your clothes, and this time, spreads out a fur upon his hoard. he seizes your face in his claw and buries his tongue in your mouth, and you welcome it in as his jaws dribble on your face. then he attends to your warm cunt, pressing his fingers inside you, licking at your clit.

“and now, you are ready for me.” his cock has already emerged, swollen and thick and as big as your arm. he shoves you down and positions himself between your legs. how will it ever fit?

“look upon me,” he says as his huge, yellow eyes burrow into yours. the press of that huge cockhead between your thighs makes you cry out. “release your fears, and I will bring you to a height of pleasure you’ve never known.”

again that massive thing, now slick with his golden seed, pushes into you. all you can do is breathe, hoping it won’t rend you in two.

“there we are,” the dragon breathes, his claws biting into your flesh as his cock sinks in. “take all of me, my queen.”

[astronicht]

I love reading fic where people back in 2006 tried to write AUs where Dr Stargate Atlantis Rodney McKay is a horror of a university professor, but fail to allow him to attain the batshit levels set by the guy who was merely my high school chemistry teacher.

[tapiocapo]

Do you think klimt ever imagined he’d ever have his art turned into a my little pony. What would he think

[popiellart]

the dark urge freshly lobotomized and safe to play with (but watch out)

[crovvlipso]

Another wip, I don't think I will finish this one soon, and I just got a new idea to draw something else 😬

[spectrum-color]

One thing I rarely see discussed is that Dutiful apparently strongly resembles Fitz, his bio dad, and we all know that Fitz is the spitting image of his own father Chivalry. How does the Buckkeep rumor mill handle the fact that Verity’s supposed son (conceived after Verity had vanished except for a dragon that his supports claimed he was inside) happens to look just like his long dead brother, who had a bastard son that took after him and was known to have a friendly personal relationship with the similar in age queen? The stories must be wild.

[avian-hearts]

i Just realized i have some sort of collection/set(?) of winged f/os going on rn, hfhoyhgdwuhjfeugje

[hiss-from-sun-golden-scales]

I forfeit my scavenger child for your consumption.

Mostly I'm wondering if Cotton Candy tastes like her namesake...

[3/3]

[mocha-tapioca]

mocha my beloved bestie happy birthday!!! i’m sorry i’m saying it so late but i hope you had an amazing day and i love you sm<3

ITS OKAY THANK U NYX :D

[lyonnerileyauthor]

His Golden Scales: masterpost

cws: dubcon, fem reader

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7

header image by @cheesomancer

[sbnkalny]

Wonderful! You have just won the prize for the most totally random response to a completely unrelated subject that has come across my Tumblr feed to date (because seriously, WTF does cheese have to do with social security numbers? Absolutely nothing. Unrelated subject. Next!)

. I'm still looking for candidates for 1) funniest wet-behind-the-ears-puppy proving their total ignorance of a subject trying to talk about it like they were totally cool with it and had any idea WTF they were talking about; 2) Most totally niche fandom talking like they were da bomb of the world and everyone else is an idiot for it not being totally obvious to the rest of the world just exactly who the hell these characters are again and WTF THEY're talking about; and 3) Most long-suffering. maybe even wryly humorous post from those on here who actually KNOW WTF we're talking about and prove it by NOT trying to tell anyone because the minute you're insecure enough to not KNOW you know what you're talking about and have no need to prove it to anybody, you've just raised questions in my mind whether you really DO know WTF you're talking about or if you're just kidding yourself

Edit: oh BTW, this doesn't even answer the question because it isn't the cheese that's purple, its the purple mold in it showing just like in bleu cheese (to go by the French spelling of the CHEESE name most commonly used in cookbooks) the blue color is from the MOLD.

Cheese is made from milk.

Milk, as far as I know, is only one color, or two if you count colostrum. And it ain't purple, and it ain't blue, it's absolute Milk White. And while TECHNICALLY according to the hex code that artists colorr belongs to the Pastel Purple color family, I consider whoever made that decision as crazy as anyone who, actually knowing how these cheeses are made, tries to argue at me that that means it ain't the mold rather than the cheese that makes this picture look purple

Wonderful! time for a celebration... Some good news from the other is unrelated. Das ist meine familie . Guess who has acquired an almost messianic reputation 🅸🅽 the minds of certain citizens. his figure is synonymous with the Darkest urges of instinct, ignorance And decay. some of the laziest, shortest comments seem to get em out of here alive.. Will you answer questions in the wrong way about it and played a cafe before. *bends over seductively to pick up a piece of furniture with a raised surface supported by legs, Commonly used to seat a single person whom i’ve ever liked. Rather uncomfortable about lions Specifically, but it’d make milk.. It is variable in color, from downy grayish white to golden brown to dark Charcoal gray. Roboclown clowning around on my broom, and you try to jump over a fence at an angle, the horse won't like it, but i know it ain't mine I'm kinda hurt but I don't think we can still win. Hex me.

[journeythroughtherain]

Unpopular opinion about Evan Buck Buckley

That man is not blond.

[bam-monsterhospital]

i GOT THE FISH

i got the SCALES AAAAAAA

FEESH

... i feel like Azandar may be judging me. Yeah me, not my elf, but me on the other side of the computer screen.

[confettiibunny]

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴄs ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Nanami editors on TikTok are cooking a little too hard and now they got me all soppy about him ☹️

🎀 Husband!Nanami who’s manages to quell every single one of your outbursts without letting the situation scale into an argument. His way of approaching any relationship issues is just so inexplicably healthy, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Whether you’re panicking, lashing out, or even crying he is present. Anything you have to say tumbles out of your mouth and when you’re done, his arms do all the talking as he tugs you close, rocking you back and forth in a soothing motion. All your emotions fizz away and you’re left a mushy mess in his arms, sniffling and nodding your head as he finally starts to talk you into calming down.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who is a big believer in spoiling you. Your hair is always glossy, your skin seems to glow from within, and your nails and clothes are nothing short but impeccable. But he also believes in spoiling you rotten with love. He has to hold you when it’s just you two alone, sitting you in his lap as his hands keep a reassuring grasp on your hips. And as you cling your arms around his neck and press your nose against his pulse, the world is quiet and peaceful and you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who is a sucker for feeling you scratch his back. It sounds a little strange but after a stressful day of work, all he wants is to strip down and flop onto the bed, knowing that you’ll always appear and give him what he wants. You insist on doing this anyways, settling your body on his lower back and raking your freshly manicured nails down his back to elicit rewarding little sounds from him. Low groans, gentle sighs, and cooes of “love you, baby” leave his lips and make their way to your ears, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who lets you do makeup on him during his days off. Perched in his lap with him back against the headboard, you carefully curl his lashes before applying an even coat of mascara to his stubborn lashes. It’s not much makeup but it honestly suits him well; a cushion foundation, some concealer for his under eyes, and cheek and lip tint, and mascara. The fact your husband was so comfortable within his own skin and masculinity that you could doll him up so cutely made you giggle like a fool. And once you finish the everyday look, he’s so quick to ask about all the products and techniques you used with genuine care for what you have to say.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who slowly but surely becomes a biter. It all started when you tried to bite his cheeks while cuddling, only to pout when you nearly hit into his cheekbones. Of course he had to return to favor and nibbled on the squish of your cheeks, making you burst into laughter and squeals. From then on he’s expanded, leaving purplish love bites upon your chest and when you’re both feeling a little cheeky, on your collarbone and neck as well. It makes him flush with a little shame when he thinks about it, but the silent display of possessive affection never fails to leave him grinning like a child when he’s alone.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who has a photo of you everywhere and makes it known to anyone asking that yes, that lovely lady is his wife. His lock screen is a snapshot of your hands after a spa nail, pretty pink nails and a golden band that is your wedding ring. There's a small pic of you in his wallet from the times you were just starting to date, caught in a frenzied laughter after being told a joke. Ooh, and if anyone asks who you are after seeing such photos of you, he’ll say with all his chest “that’s my wife in these photos. I love her very much,” all while having a rare smile in public on his face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who loves you like there’s no tomorrow. Who holds your hand everywhere outside and watches over you with critical eyes, glaring at anyone who even remotely gives you a strange look. He’s a man that drags out every kiss, a hand on your neck as he gently groans into your mouth. Who hugs you so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst at the seams, thick and burly forearms encircling your waist as you snuggle against his chest. This is where you belong, the both of you: nestled in each other in a heart-to-heart embrace.

[fandomwandererer]

ok i m aware its unlikeley people know the rerference but the spirit of letters thing makes me think of terry pratchetts going postal. and so i propose that there is an expy of moist von lipwig just.. extant in this universe, going around reforming dying institutions. either in the spirit world just so he gets to help the lost mail or in the normal world and there are several significant letters being delivered to ichigo and co that were sent when they were much, much younger

Fandom-blind AEWIAM brain-rot from my subconscious.... I have no idea if this even fits.

A pile of paperwork has lingered un-filed long enough to gain sentience and challenge someone for their job. (In my dream it was the postmaster-general)

Yamamoto himself is too much of a crotchety old bastard to be bullied by mere paperwork, but stuff gets lost in the Gotei-13 all the goddamn time and sword spirits will generate out of the weirdest places so I absolutely could see an abandoned archive or lost collection of mail or other forgotten clot of information turning into a spirit and bonding with a human to avenge its neglect. The sword's name is probably a pun on papercut/paper-cutter

Something similar happens in the fic where the artificial intelligence of a massive archive bonds with a human soul on accident and then they are suddenly deified by the prayers of millions of children using the AI to help with their homework:)

[ceruark]

wanna hear your mother tongue

[gn! reader x dan heng, jing yuan, blade, jiaoqiu, ratio, aventurine, sunday, & boothill (separate)]

Thinking about how some of the HSR men would react to you calling them a term of endearment in a different language/your native language when you two are NOT an established couple... (for me it would be something along the lines of “cariño” or “mi vida,” but of course you’re welcome to imagine any term from any language that suits you best!)

DAN HENG is confused the first few times you use the nickname. His brow will furrow and he may even adorably tilt his head a bit. He knows by your affectionate tone that it’s not anything bad, but of course, it doesn’t stop him from wanting to know exactly what it means.

He’ll turn to the data bank to look into the term’s origin and meaning, which causes him to fall down a rabbit hole of learning other terms of endearment from your language. You can expect him to shyly call you an endearment back the next time you use one on him, and he’s certainly blushing all the while.

JING YUAN’s smirk and the sparkle in his eyes the first time you let the term of endearment fall from your lips are indicators that you’ve made a terrible mistake. Whether or not you’re familiar with the dialect of the Alliance, he’ll fire a nickname from his own mother tongue right back at you, trying to gain the upper hand by flustering you instead.

And by Lan, does he succeed; you’ll keep the name-calling private and save it for when you two are alone, but he has no qualms about showering you with affection in front of a fleet of Cloud Knights, or even in front of the esteemed Fu Xuan. Good luck trying it on this one— you’ll find yourself in a full-scale flirting war, and this is a battle you can’t win.

BLADE isn’t the most emotive guy out there (when he’s not mara-struck), so it’s hard to gauge his reaction, at first. His blank expression makes it seem like the nicknames just roll off his back, so after a while, you stop using them under the presumption that they make him uncomfortable.

This has the opposite effect, of course, and he starts being a bit clingier than usual and following you around with what is most definitely not a pout on his face. It’s only when Kafka unsubtly points out that you’ve stopped calling him those “cute nicknames” that you put two and two together, and you immediately work to make things right. He may not be the best with words, but he’s happy to show his contentment with your endearments by holding you close to him.

JIAOQIU is flustered the first time, flushing red and ears twitching as he tries to compose himself after being caught off guard. Every time after that, though, he grins and graces you with those gorgeous golden eyes when he hears it. His tail may even start swishing from happiness, but you’ll never comment on it aloud, fearing that he’ll consciously stop it from happening.

His reaction is enough on its own to encourage you to keep calling him those sweet names, but you’re certainly not complaining about the delicious food that he starts bringing you in droves. (It doesn’t have anything to do with your little nicknames, don’t be silly.)

VERITAS most certainly knows what the term means, and that causes him to be even more flustered the first time you use it on him. He’s flushed from head to toe, and whatever tangent he was about to go on is completely lost to him, instead replaced by his silence as he hurriedly leaves wherever you’ve decided to pull this over on him.

He’s prepared the next time you do it, though. He doesn’t so much as bat an eye at the endearment, but he does continue the conversation in your language, speaking it flawlessly. Now it’s your turn to be flustered as you realize you enjoy hearing him speak in your mother tongue more than you care to admit. If there’s a slight smirk on his face from your reaction, neither of you acknowledge it.

AVENTURINE’s reaction is the reverse of how you would expect someone to react: flirt first, get flustered later. He doesn’t need any encouragement to be flirtatious with you, so when he hears the unfamiliar endearment for the first time, he assumes it’s just a normal part of this little game you two have been playing with each other. It’s easy for him to respond with endearments he’d heard older Avgins using growing up, and he even feels a bit giddy being able to use them on you.

Of course, he’s looking up meanings every time a new term pops up in your vocabulary, and his behavior takes a turn when he realizes you’ve started using more intimate endearments— ones typically reserved for spouses instead of those used for casual flirting. You think Aventurine looks good in any color, but you’re definitely partial to the light pink that graces his cheeks when he gets shy. 

SUNDAY has been trained to remain carefully composed at all times, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He’s another one that I think would actually know what the endearment means, so he’s immediately blushing and hiding behind his wings— a futile effort, since they’re fluttering far too much to properly serve as a curtain for his flushed face. Once he gathers his bearings, he continues your conversation and acts like it never happened.

He reacts this way the first few times, but as you persist in your efforts, he decides to start playing along. He’s not one to flirt back verbally— he couldn’t possibly make his intentions too obvious— but he does take pleasure in the fact that he can have the same effect on you. If you try to comment on the way that he stands and sits much closer to you now or that his hands linger on your skin far longer than usual, an expression of innocence and casual deflection is all you’re met with. And don’t you dare try to take the endearments back from him now— he’ll only fluster you more until you start calling him those pretty names again.

BOOTHILL takes a few seconds to realize exactly what’s happening, but once he does, you’re in danger. His confusion at the word almost distracts him from the tone you used while saying it, but he catches on quickly and is grinning widely when he does, all sharp teeth and adoration. He returns the favor in kind, and from that point forward you can expect to exclusively be referred to as “sweetheart,” “sugar,” “beau,” and the like.

He can’t get enough of the way the words roll off your tongue, and the sound of it gets him more drunk than any whiskey ever could. Keep things up, and you might find yourself being pulled toward him by the waist as he puts his hat on your head, finally making his feelings for you crystal clear.