#put it on a pile and hoard it like a dragon

[topazshadowwolf]

This is so adorable! Thank you!

Started reading The Bad Wingmen by @topazshadowwolf and @paddie-ut and it utterly possessed me for a few days so I needed to draw some of my favourite bits

[mintiicinnamonii]

Ok, so, idk if I missed the character limit so I'm sorry if it's too much, I also don't want to put any pressure on you either!

So! What if reader was half human half dragon? (I mean like, How to train your dragon kinda dragon)

Where they can either be human, half human/dragon (like, walking on their legs but being a bit taller than before, having scales instead of skin, wings and tail) and full dragon form (like toothless)

(I apologize if it's too complicated 😭)

Reader: gender neutral

Characters (romantic hc): Sun Wukong, Macaque and MK? (Maybe Mei Mei too if it's not pushing it)

Again, no pressure, and if it's too much I'll understand! Have a lovely day :D

Mei, MK, Wukong and Macaque with a dragon hybrid reader

(notes: MUAHAHAHAH YOU HAVE FED ME YOUNG ONE!! I didnt have much ideas but this was so fun!)

Mei

shes SOOO EXCITED

like?? a fellow dragon? a PRETTY ONE?!!

she asks if you breathe fire, and depending on your species you answer

you two go on joyrides in the sky <33

the second you transformed she was like 🫦

she is in AWE OF YOUUUU

she asks you so many questions about your species and you’re happy to answer them all

her fans think you’re a cosplayer 💀

she demands piggy back rides, and pulls your collar down to kiss you

”i love my tall partner”

she catches you hoarding gems and has a picture saved on her phone

her parents are like 🙌

you have asian parent approval congrats (im viet, so i should know)

—

MK

seductive monster x shy human real!!,

he was very intimidated at first, he thought you would eat him

but when you purr with your lil reptile noises hes SMITTEN

i hc that you pick him up and fly with him

hes happy he can relate to someone who can relate to having this animalistic side of their life

he blushes a lot. like.. you’re HELLA TALL and MK is probably short as hell so… add two and two together

you steal his stuff a lot and hoard it as treasure. he doesnt mind, as long as youre happy

you reach things on the top shelf for him. change my mind.

—

SWK

CUDDLE PILES!!!

you two fly in FFF together

SPIDERMAN/SKY KISSES BABYYYY

he thinks you look so graceful and pretty

you could kick his ass and he would say thank you

you spar with MK sometimes to help him and MK is FLABBERGASTED

imagine wukong getting into a stupid fight and you jsut swoop in and save him

he gives you as many treasures as possible for you to hoard

and when you’re in dragon form hes like 😳

mans thinking of situations. none of them are in the tripitaka/the buddhist bible

he tries to turn into a dragon, he cant do it

”sighhhhh i miss my tall pookie bear”

he leans on your shoulder

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Macaque

he admires your strength, but not in the sense that Wukong does, more like respect and love

you go on nighttime flights together, its rlly relaxing

he pets you. fight me.

like dragon pookie = cat pookie

scratches, pets, distracting you with shiny things

you get rlly mad and then he just kisses you and youre like 😳

the only man that can calm you down

if you were dating before he joined the gang, POWER COUPLEEE

”hey babe ready to beat up wukongs student” “hold up lemme change firstttt”

he pulls you down with your collar to kiss you

hes still a massive flirt <33

i hc that you make little replite/cat sounds. the first time macaque heard them hes like “wait did you just”

he has teased you for it ever since

the dojo’s kinda small, so you have to duck to enter, and he literally CHANGED HIS DOOR so you can enter easily

[d1s1ntegrated]

First of all, your writing is immaculate, chefs kiss 😘. I love how you write shigaraki. Anywaysss, is it possible you could make some HC about what he does with your bras/panties.

Weird ik but there’s something about an obsessed shigaraki masturbating into a pair of panties that just does it for me. If you don’t wanna do it that’s okay tho

👁️👅👁️

ouuuuuuu yes. my fuckkkk he's such a freak! need that man so bad.

nsfw!! freak!shigaraki x reader (stealing "clothes" edition)

tomura is a fucking kinky freak, we already know this

but his obsession with stealing your clothes has gotten a little out of hand.

at first it was a few shirts here and there but then he got bolder.

underwear and bras started going missing

even socks sometimes.

he likes to hoard them like a dragon with gems, shoving the dirty laundry into his pillowcase to hide them.

but at night he takes them all out and obsesses over them.

he lays them all out in neat little piles before picking which one is getting shoved in his mouth and which one is getting came on.

his favorite pair, the little purple thong, is just so fucking soft.

he likes to rub his throbbing dick along the fabric, feeling his precum mixing onto and re-wetting the crotch of your underwear.

the other pair, he sniffs and moans against the scent- this pair, you definitely were ovulating, because it smells so much stronger.

he doesn't mind if some pairs are blood-stained- in fact, he likes that shit. no, scratch that, he loves that shit.

god, it's like christmas when you start your period. he likes the smell of blood on its own, but for some sickening reason, the taste of yours drives him to cum so fucking fast it's pitiful.

don't get me started on the bras. he likes to shove his face into those as well, smelling the faint scent of your perfume, and imagining how soft your tits felt against the fabric.

sometimes he puts the bra over one of his pillows and just gropes them, pretending it's you.

his soft moans can be heard through the thin walls of the base but honestly, you don't mind.

you know fully what he's doing in there, teasing his rock-hard dick with various fabrics: silk, lace, cotton, nylon...

he pants and whimpers just loud enough for you to hear him until he takes a pair and shoves it in his mouth to stifle the noises he makes as his dick leaks onto all of the other pretty little pairs of underwear.

once he's spent, sweating and drooling, overall just a shattered mess of a man, he puts all of the abused clothing back into his pillowcase, smelling you mixed with his cum all night as he cuddles the pillow.

when they're all doubly soiled, he throws them into the washer with his clothes and suddenly, the 14 missing pairs are folded nice and neatly in your drawer, ready to be worn again.

you'd never tell him, but you leave your door unlocked and your dirty laundry easily accessible, because nothing beats the sound of him rubbing his dick raw every night to you.

[sanjoongie]

ℓε ℓเѵ૨ε εƭ ℓε ρℓαเรเ૨

📖Second submission for the Dragon Collab hosted by @flurrys-creativity.

📖Pairing: Knowledge Dragon! Lee Heeseung x Organizer! Reader (f)

📖Genre: smut

📖Trope: employer/employee, idiots to lovers

📖Au: modern au, dragon au, hybrid au

📖Rating: 18+, MDNI

📖Word Count: 2,904

📖Warnings: penetrative sex with no barrier, kama sutra references, slow-paced sex, breast play, begging, usage of tail during sex, horn tugging (it's a dragon kink okay)

📖Summary: when a dragon hires you to organize his horde of information, you find that he wants to add you to his treasure

1- La Gemme at l'extase with Hyunjin {fantasy dragon} | 2- Le Livre et le plaisir with Heeseung {modern dragon} | 3- Le planète and le ravissement with San {sci-fi dragon}

Never in a million years did you think your love for organization would get you a job working for a dragon hybrid.

Lee Heeseung, a hoarder of knowledge, was your employer. After a very enjoyable interview, in which you were under the impression the dragon hybrid was flirting with you, you were hired on the spot. 

The owner of the sprawling renovated mansion gave you a tour immediately, to show off his hoard, of course.

“You can pick whatever suite of rooms you’d prefer,” Heeseung explained. He threw his arms out to emphasize his point. “But you will live here. I don’t want any flimsy excuse such as transit being a reason why you couldn't work more hours.”

He was haughty, this new employer of yours. He spoke as if everything he said was a fact. But if you had had thousands of years absorbing countless texts of knowledge, perhaps you’d speak that way too. 

“Where would you like me to start?” You wondered tentatively, as the both of you strode through featureless hallways. 

“Here’s probably good,” Heeseung announced. 

He threw open two large doors and you whimpered in pain. Books, scrolls, even thumb drives, were thrown carelessly into piles here and there in the large room.

“‘Suppose it was used as a ballroom once but I have no need for dancing,” Heeseung elaborated. 

You stood up a little bit straighter, determined to do a good job, even if you felt overloaded with the amount of work. “I’ll make the appropriate arrangements.”

“Good,” Heeseung nodded firmly. “It’ll be good to have a new smell around here.”

And then he sent you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat. This dragon was dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with breathing fire.

If you were being honest, you rarely saw the dragon hybrid after that. He didn’t care to keep tabs on you and it allowed you plenty of breathing room to do as you pleased. 

And boy, was there a lot of work to do.

Just when you thought you had gathered all the floppy disks, you’d discover a new room, and have to start all over again. You had an absolute meltdown when you discovered a few towers of computers with audio books in the basement that was meant to store kegs of liquor, but luckily, no harm had befallen the electronics. 

That incident made you track down your employer. You found him in one of his many studies that fine rainy morning. Flashes of lightning reflected off  his glasses and the tiny horns protruding from his hair. His tail swishing contently like that of a cat pushed you over the edge.

“Do you have no care over your treasures?” You shouted at him. “You simply dump them willy-nilly!”

“Isn’t that a part of your job now?” Heeseung replied, eyes glued to his book of Plato. 

“I organize, yes,” You raged. “But I am not in control of you finding more books and throwing them into a bathroom that leaks!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Heeseung denied. You felt your hackles lower. Then he said, “I only put the audio recordings in there once.”

You let out a noise of frustration and left immediately after that. 

After that, you did your best to avoid the irritating dragon hybrid. Your job was to organize his hoard, after all, not engage in frustrating conversations. 

You fully dove into your job once again, pushing into the physical aspect of moving books around. You were careful with the older books, donning gloves to inspect the titles and dates they were published. Scrolls were a bit harder to categorize but you enjoyed rolling them and applying certain ribbons to keep them in their historic eras. 

Focusing on your work eased your heart and eventually you started to feel proud of what you had accomplished. You kept meticulous notes of how everything was organized, for reference for your employer, of course. 

Said dragon hybrid found you one day when you were struggling with a container of portable hard drives.

Heeseung walked in waving a book. “I found the original copy of The Hobbit! The version before JR Tolkein retconned it for the trilogy--”

You felt the dragon’s eyes upon you and you felt disgusting immediately. What did he see? A sweaty, gross blob that he had hired to paw through his precious treasures? You stared at the book Heeseung had, refusing to meet his eyes, fanning yourself. You were overheated and about to take a break anyways.

“I’ll put some gloves on. I know exactly where it’ll go. I found a lovely poem about poppies written in World War One, it’ll fit nicely there,” You murmured, looking around for your gloves.

Heeseung completed the steps it took to bring him flush with your body. He reached around you and pulled your gloves from your back pocket.

“They’re here,” he said, a slow smile pulling his lips as he offered them to you.

You swallowed, reaching to take the gloves from him. “Ah, thank--”

You were jerked forward when Heeseung yanked on the gloves instead of releasing them to you. “You smell like dust and books,” he informed you. Why did it sound like he was saying you smelled delicious?

“Well, I am working hard here, Heeseung,” You informed him, waving your hand indistinctly around the room. 

His eyes moved up and down your disheveled form. “I can see that.”

You refused to meet his eyes and tugged discreetly at the gloves. “If you would please…?”

“I mind greatly, in fact,” Heeseung murmured. 

Was it just you or were his lips getting closer to your face?

“Heeseung,” You whimpered.

The dragon hybrid’s pupils blew wide. “Say my name like that again.”

You shook your head. “I should get going.” 

You dropped your hold on the gloves and attempted to circumvent your hybrid dragon boss. Heeseung had other ideas, however. His tail wrapped around your waist and tugged you back to his vicinity. 

“Where are you going, little bookworm?” Heeseung drawled. 

You got shivers from the nickname. “To my room.”

Heeseung clucked his tongue mockingly at you. “I don’t think so. Why are you running away from your desire?”

The dragon hit the nail on the head. That was exactly what you were doing. 

“You’re my employer. We shouldn’t cross any lines,” You argued softly.

Heeseung cocked his head. “Who’s to say what we do is wrong? No one governs me and my treasure.”

Goosebumps littered your body. “Stop that.”

Heeseung chuckled deeply. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

You had a moment of courage, dragging your eyes up to meet his. The lizard-like slit that served as a pupil was almost overtaking his silver iris’. “Where would you put me? With the books? The floppy disks?”

“In my bed,” the man said with no hesitation in his voice.

“Will we make it to your bed?” You wondered.

“No.”

Heeseung’s strong fingers dug into your hair as he held your head in place to kiss you. It was slow and sensual, and you felt like you were drowning in desire. His tongue swept along the seam of your lips and you automatically opened for him. You felt his moan against your lips as he plunged his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue slowly coaxed yours into submission, to the point when Heeseung ended the kiss, your tongue came out to chase his. 

Heeseung smirked confidently. “That’s a good look on you.”

You struggled to think through the lust-filled haze your head was currently. “I--”

Heeseung’s fingers untangled themselves from your hair and opted instead to wrap around your wrist. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, my little bookworm.”

Take care of you he did. Amongst his treasures that you had been busy sorting, he rid you of all your clothes, and his own. The look of absolute hunger on his face never disappeared. It made your heart beat, being viewed as one of the scrolls he snatched up and wanted to read. The loud obsession written all over his face made you feel something a little bit more than lust. 

Heeseung bade you to lay down and his eyes twinkled, a slight smile pulling at the edge of his lips. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to try a position from the Kama Sutra. It's called Splitting the Bamboo.”

After you nod, curious as to what Heeseung wants to do with you. 

You watch with interest as he straddles your left leg and pushes your right leg upwards. He presses wet, open mouth kisses along your calf. He moved up your leg until his pelvis was lined up with yours. 

“Can I fill you up?” The dragon hybrid asked you seductively. 

You nod again, your mind filled with only thoughts of Heeseung--all thoughts of your ‘boss’ gone out the window.

Heeseung bit down on his lower lip as he pushed into your wet core. The process of sheathing himself inside of you was pleasurable, making you mewl as he did so. A confident smile continued to pull at Heeseung’s lips; as if he took pride in making you feel good. 

“Does my little bookworm want to be pleased some more?” He crooned softly.

You couldn't decide if he was being condescending or looking to take care of you, but either way your lower half became wetter at the phrase. “Move, please,” You pleaded.

Heeseung settled into gentle waves between your legs, slowly building the pleasure inside of you. Sweet, gentle kisses littered your leg that remained slightly over his shoulder. For someone who was so matter-of-fact and flirty, you had not expected such gentle lovemaking. It was making your mind swirl dangerously.

You reached down to swipe your finger through your folds to play with your clit but Heeseung’s tail wrapped around your wrist and intercepted you. 

“I’ll get you to your climax,” He informed you coolly. “Be patient.”

The maddening pace Heeseung set drove you wild. You begged, you raged, you negotiated but Heeseung would not speed up his thrusting. If anything, he played with your body, as if your words were simply buzzing flies around his head. He would grip your breast, squeezing appreciatively, tweaking your nipple but never did his fingers flirt with your clit. 

It felt like hours that you were in a lust-filled haze, your stomach curling and winding with pleasure. “Please,” You gasped, “Please, I wanna come.”

“You should appreciate the time,” Heeseung hummed. “This is an artform.”

You let out a groan of frustration, clawing through the lust, and reached up to grab Heeseung’s horns. The hybrid let out a breathy cry, like you touching his horns did something for him. You both froze. 

Heeseung changed positions, pressing your knees to your shoulders. You groaned at how deeply he was inside of you now. He placed both of your hands on his horns again. “Hold on,” he instructed.

Heeseung lost his poise as you held onto his horns. His thrusts became sloppy and quick. A groan grew in his chest and rumbled out of his mouth. All you could do was be a receptacle for his passion and you weren’t sure you wanted it any other way. His dick was hitting so deep inside you that your jaw fell open as your climax wound tighter inside of you.

“Oh gods, Heeseung!” You shouted out his name as your climax hit you like a train.

Heeseung arched his back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came inside of you. He was muttering ‘mine,mine,mine’ under his breath as his hips chased out his own climax.

All you could hear for a while was Heeseung’s heavy breathing and your whimpers as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. You had most definitely NOT expected that when you got hired. 

Then, abruptly, Heeseung was removing himself from you and gathered his clothes. “You should clean up and take a break. You worked hard today.”

You watched Heeseung as he wandered out of the room without another word. 

You clutched your clothes to your body, feeling foolish. Everything was simply a transaction for the dragon hybrid. Obviously he thought he could fuck you and then move on. You tried to pick up the pieces of your heart off the floor along with your discarded clothing. But it was hard.

After the sex session in the room that held most of the modern books Heeseung hoarded, you were unsure where the two of you stood. It had been lovely and Heeseung certainly hadn't ravaged you like a beast, but without any words to soothe your anxiety, you spiraled days later.

“It’s fine,” You spoke to yourself out loud. 

You decided to rearrange the floppy disks according to color, certain your brain couldn't handle any actual, productive organization at this time. “I’m just another piece of his hoard, after all. He can fuck me then discard me. No strings attached.”

My little bookworm~

The nickname was infuriating, to say the least. You had to admit it matched the scenario, not to mention it made you shiver in a good way the way he crooned it, but infuriating nonetheless. What did it mean?!

“Nothing, it means nothing,” You muttered.

You couldn't decide if a floppy disk was cobalt or purple and tossed it in frustration. 

“And you said I was the one that didn’t treat my treasures with respect,” Heeseung mused out loud behind you, scaring the shit out of you.

“Heeseung!” You exclaimed, jumping up like you had been caught red-handed.

The dragon hybrid cocked his head curiously at you. “What’s got you in such a mood, little bookworm? Usually you hum and are quite happy to do your job. It’s why you got it, you know. You said you loved to organize. Such happy vibrations are good for the aura of my hoard. What’s got your horn in a twist?”

Dragons had weird sayings. Aren’t their horns already twisted?

“Nothing,” You couldn't help but pout. 

What was the point of talking about it when you felt silly in the first place? It was just sex, after all. Or that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

Heeseung had his tail draped elegantly over the crook of his arm, almost like a lady with a long train of her dress. He took a step towards you. “Do you need to unwind? Perhaps we could--”

You threw your hand up, stopping him mid-sentence. “That’s what got us here in the first place, Heeseung, I’d rather not.”

The dragon hybrid sent you a confused look. Even with his eyebrows furrowed, he looked delectable. It wasn’t fair. “Did you not enjoy it?”

“I did!” You stomped your foot for emphasis. “That’s the point! I enjoyed it so much, I don’t know what my heart feels anymore. And you clearly don’t have one.”

The corner of Heeseung’s lip pulled up in a sneer. “Are you saying dragons don’t have hearts? I didn’t think you were one of those humans. Good enough to fuck but not good enough to give your heart to?”

The silly statement slapped you in the face. “What? No, I’m saying you’ve confused me! I think I might like you but you’re so cool and collected. You patted me on the back and sent me on my way afterwards for christ sake!” Your head hung low in defeat. “Clearly I’m the only one that’s feeling anything here.”

Heeseung chuckled softly. “Oh, humans are ridiculous.”

Heeseung pulled you close to him and nuzzled your cheek. “You’re a part of my hoard now, little bookworm. I claimed you as my own. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“That I’m your property?” You stated bluntly.

“You are mine,” Heeseung emphasized. “Mine to tease, mine to tempt, mine to love.”

You raised your head hopefully. “So you did feel something for me when we slept together?”

“I’m a dragon,” Heeseung said teasingly, winking down at you. “I feel deeply about everything. It was up to your human heart to catch up.”

“Well you certainly don’t show it well,” You continued to pout.

Heeseung let out a noise, caught between a growl and a laugh. “I’ve given you a place in my mansion, let you touch everything I cherish, including my body, and you say I don’t show it well? Should I gift you the scroll that Achilles wrote to Patraclus? Shall I find you a scribbled piece of paper with Romeo’s lines to Juliet? Share with you the movie Titanic where great love conquers all? What would you like of me, little bookworm? I would do it all.”

You gape at the most long winded speech you had ever heard from Heeseung. If you were being honest with yourself, you’d listen to him all day if you could. But it wasn’t about the lilt of his voice, it was about the contents. Who knew your haughty dragon boss could wax poetic so romantically?

“That would do it, I suppose,” You couldn't help but sulk.

Heeseung laughed. “Didn’t I say I liked you and that I was going to keep you?”

You swallowed, remembering the moment vividly. “Do I still belong in your bed?”

Heeseung’s pupils blew again but instead he responded with. “You belong in my heart.”

As it turned out, it was Heeseung that had something to teach you about organization.

1- La Gemme at l'extase with Hyunjin {fantasy dragon} | 2- Le Livre at le plaisir with Heeseung {modern dragon} | 3- Le planète et le ravissement with San {sci-fi dragon}

[winewinebloodwine]

[The next photo is one of chuuya again- this time asleep on the couch. The room is dark, and there's a game controller in his lap. There's a bit of the TV showing- a game of Mario cart reruns on it. There's a bunch of random junk food on the table, a generous portion of it eaten. Chuuya is slumped over on someone's shoulder, but you can't see more of it than that. Still, it's somewhat obvious it's this worlds dazai, who was taking this photo too. There's a faint smile on chuuyas face, and some bags under his eyes.

Again, this is also dated just a bit before stormbringer- though after the previous picture.

This one just has a sharpie note of "Stop watching me sleep fucker" with a glittery response of "No~ :3" ]

[Chuuya hums a bit, still mostly focused on trying to breath. He nods though, absently agreeing. He tilted his head a bit, seeming to be silently wondering if dazai had gotten it all or not, before sighing a bit. His grip around Dazais wrist is iron strong, if a bit loose.]

[@long-death-dazai contining the other one here!]

[twstfanblog]

I can imagine Malleus as a child originally being told that a dragons hoard should be filled with things he likes as a simple way to explain it to a child which lead to him making a pile of his favoritest toys, pretty rocks, gifts from his grandmother and Lilia, etc.

So years later with toddler shenanigans, Malleus is meeting the poly squad one by one and it’s like ‘Oh she’s pretty! Oh she gives nice hugs! Oh she’s soft! I like her! I should put her in my hoard!’ When he meets Yuu and then ‘Oh he’s pretty! Oh his hairs shiny! (Jamils hair accessories) oh he’s strong! I like him! I should put him in my hoard too!’ When he meets Jamil and ‘Oh he’s smart! Oh his hairs soft! Oh he’s funny! I like him! I should put him in my hoard too!’ When he meets Azul. He’s a baby and desperately wants his future date mates to be in his hoard and Lilia is unfortunately indisposed (toddler) so they have to be the ones to explain that no you can’t put people in your hoard, Malleus

Malleus actually manages to get them all seated in a pile for like...40 minutes before Sebek realizes what he's trying to do. Now everyone has to calm his hissy fit because 'Why cant his pretty fiancés be in his hoard!? That's what a hoard is for!'

So each datemate has to give Malleus an item that he can hoard instead. (He does not give them back once he's normal aged again. Jamil just has to deal with losing ANOTHER hair ornament he liked.)

Another funny part is that Mallues REFUSES to believe the little biting monster is Lilia. Even when explained Lilia was also changed, Malleus just does not believe them.

[trashy-corvian]

*taps mic*

Lucifer has a feathered tail, because I say so and he’d be so peett

Mammon collects MC’s things and makes a nest for MC

Leviathan is a NOT venomous! He’s a constrictor, he is long boi I love him Satan’s hooves have secret glitter, because yassified Unicorns say so

Asmo glows under black light

Beelzebub with bug like features cures my fear of bugs.

Belphegor as a cowboy (bullboy? Trans fem belphie??)

Diavolo puts MC on a pile of gold and laughs that his hoard is finally complete (dragon)

Barbatos is semi-aquatic/amphibious so he enjoys swimming (he caught Levi how to swim?? Real!!)

Lucifer never showing his tail in public because it gives away his emotions. You'll get face full of feathers at least once

Mammon collects your things, but also gives your little trinkets he thinks you'll like. Pillow fort/nest to combine human and demonic urges for a safe cuddle place

Levi eating a whole animal so he can spend weeks without eating while it digesting, so he can game/watch anime in peace no gag reflex

Satan's glitter is flammable. He leaves burning trail when he's angry. He's a real trailblazer

Club owners making special black light parties so they can attract the Avatar of Lust to their place

Beelzebub has non-verbal days when he communicates in buzzez

Belphegor who hates being alone for long. Belphegor who, rhe first few months, needs someone in the room with him at all times after the year in the attic

Diavolo who values you more than anything. You became a crown jewel in his vision of the future united Realms. His desire to show how amazing you are comes from his pride. You chose him after all

Barbatos touching you without his gloves because he knows you will never be repulsed by him. cough free lube source cough who said that

[catdoodling]

Silver childhood head-cannons

He learnt a lot of things in a pretty random order, generally just what he was interested in on that day so for example, he leant how to dance from Malleus on the same day that he leant how to make basic medicine from Lilia

He also has no knowledge on what things have economic value, he was just as likely to use Melissas cape (which is probably made out of really fancy stuff) as a blanket as he was to use a pile of leaves and feathers. I would not be surprised if Malleus has used jewels as board game pieces before, so Silver just assumed that’s what are used for for years. This is made far worse because both Malleus and Lilia hold random things that silver has given them in far far higher value. then so for a point in time, he assumed flowers were more valuable than gold

He’s also just assume people can ask animals help like does and doesn’t get why people are so afraid of wild animals

Lilia is pretty rich from being a former general, so they’ve gone out to like different countries before, but that was always to try and find a cure for Silvers sleep curse, Sylvia didn’t know that for awhile, so from his perspective, they were just going out for adventure and Lilia made sure that he had a lot of fun. Malleus sulked a lot when they went out because he couldn’t join them.

When Lilia or Malleus are stressed, will just pick silver up and cuddle him. Silver is extremely used to this and doesn’t question it despite the rest of Deasomna excluding Sebek looking very confused

This might be Canon, but Lilia and malleus hoard. They never got rid of any of silvers stuff when he grew out of it, they just stole it and put it in there hoard

Sebek escaped most of this by having a semi normal family that he went back to, but he’s still was a weird kid by proximity

Also, they had to cuddle piles where Malleus was in his true dragon form and nothing you say will convince me otherwise, it would be so cute

[superiorsturgeon]

Dragon’s Hoard

Jaune: *happily reading a new comic book* 😊

Blake: *happily reading a slightly spicy romance novel* 😊

Jaune: *suddenly scooped up from behind*

Jaune: 😳 ?!?!?

Blake: *gathered up and cradled like a cat*

Blake: 🤨 ?!?!?

Dragon!Pyrrha/Dragon!Yang: *happily carry their partners back to their rooms* 😗 🎶

Dragon!Pyrrha: *carefully places Jaune on her bed amongst a pile of stuffed animals, dark chocolate, and combat medals/trophies before snuggling up on top of him with her wings folded* 🥰

Jaune: *carefully frees one arm to send a text*

Jaune: Pyrrha put me in her hoard again. How are you doing?

Blake: *texts back a picture of herself in a pile of motorcycle magazines, hair products, and rock albums with Dragon!Yang hugging her from behind and a golden spade-shaped tail wrapped around her middle*

Blake: Me too. At least I remembered to hide a book within arms’ reach this time so I have something to do. See you tomorrow!

[bambiraptorx]

Okay, since there was some interest in seeing this short story, here it is. The working title is Foot Quest but I might change that lmao

— — —

The Dragon cracked open an eye at the distant sound of footsteps echoing faintly down the halls of its cavern.  A group of several people, accompanied by hearty squabbling and crass insults.  Hm, it hadn’t had visitors in quite some time.  Perhaps these ones would be entertaining before being eaten.

It closed its eye and curled deeper into its golden hoard.  It would find out soon enough.

— — —

Another sound roused it shortly after, the sliding click of coins and jewels being displayed. Whether from a not-so-sly attempt to pocket a few of its gold pieces or to scale its prodigious hoard, the Dragon did not care.  It cracked open a different eye.  It was always better to observe one’s meal a bit before consumption, after all.

The figure below (rather far away, at nearly the bottom of its hoard) appeared to have sat down for a moment, possibly on one of the treasure chests that stayed down there.  The wooden boxes were always a bit too odd and lump-like to do anything other than inhibit quality rest.  From the Dragon’s best guess, it was likely a human.  No beard, ears too small to be one of its cave goblins, and none of that insufferable stench elves carried with them wherever they went. That made it edible.

The biped shifted a bit, then jumped off the chest completely, flourishing what appeared to be a tiny dagger.  It was too far away to truly tell.  In any case, they seemed to realize rather quickly how ineffective their speck of a blade would be, and lowered it shamefacedly.

“... …. ……. ..?” What was that?  The Dragon tilted its head at the human’s distant mouth sounds.  Given that such things were distinctly less worthy of its attention than sounds like footfalls or clicking gold pieces tended to be, it wasn’t used to attending to such tongues.  How did human speech go again?  It hadn’t tested its vocal cords in some time.  

“Ahem.  Speak louder, puny thing.”  It freed an arm from its bed, glittering jewels cascading down the hills of hoard.  Pity, it would have to pick those up later.  Preferably after a snack.

The human took a step back.  Then raised their hands to their face, cupping them around their mouth.  “I apologize for the intrusion!”

Not the typical first words of a prospective breakfast.  “Do those companions of yours offer the same?”

The biped made some small motion with a hand.  “I think the goblins got to them!”

Well, good.  That was what the Dragon kept them around for.  Cleaning out the tunnels.

“You realize you shan’t leave, morsel.”  The Dragon flicked a few eyes open and shut, blinking away the sleep-grime.  “Intruders are only welcome if they become… long-term guests.”

A rather clever way to put it, if it said so itself, but if the human agreed they were unfortunately too far away for it to tell.  Instead of answering, the two-legged thing displayed a tremendous amount of stupidity by beginning to climb up the steep slopes of the hoard, even daring to come closer to the side with the Dragon’s head clearly visible.  A deliciously foolish endeavor.

The human stopped once more over a small rise in the glittery piles, still rather far for the Dragon to reach unless it really stood up and stretched its neck out to catch them.  Perhaps not so unintelligent after all?  “There!  Can you hear me better now?” 

The Dragon stretched for a moment, the gold covering it slowly giving way to its limbs.  Ugh, this was a most encumbering way to have fallen asleep.  “You must be exceptionally stupid or desperate to approach me.”  Evidence pointed to the latter, but of course the former would be the tastier option.

Their face moved strangely, an awkward display of baring small, flat teeth.  “Oh, I just came to ask a question.  Care to share a small amount of your wealth with a humble orphan?” “Not a chance.”

“...perhaps a loan?” “Mm… no.  Loans are for goblins only, which you clearly are not.”  The Dragon shook its head, shiny objects spinning away with loud crashes as they tumbled downwards and smacked against things.  Its neck was that much more mobile with the gold around it lessened.

“And at any rate, little thing, you’ve interrupted my sleep.  And so—” it worked the other forelimb free, its tail almost there—“You are to be my dinner, as is the way of things.”  Unless they did something worth its attention, but it was rapidly growing bored.

“Wait wait wait, please, I beg you, don't—your arm,” the human babbled.  “Leg.  Limb?”

It spared a glance for its stump, the limb most likely visible from the human's current location.  “Yes, that.  Staring is not appreciated, insect.”  The last human to make it this far had said something annoyingly rude, and had needed to be eaten immediately as a result.  A pity, wizards never tasted too good.  All the thick wooly robes got caught in its teeth.

“No, I mean—” quite unexpectedly, the human sat down again, this time on a rise in the piles of gold, and did something to one of their lower limbs that appeared to involve undoing numerous straps, then held the limb out towards the Dragon. 

…It didn’t know the smaller races could do that.  It had never paid them much attention, to be sure, but weren't their limbs supposed to stay attached to their bodies?

“Here, my prosthesis.  I lost the leg as a girl, it was some sickness the local apothecary couldn’t cure.  Better limb than life, I think she said.  And a while after that, I got another one to help me walk, but I’m still—we’ve got that in common.” the human explained breathlessly.

The Dragon lowered its head (interesting, how this ant-like creature barely flinched at its approach) and turned a set of eyes towards the thing.  A facsimile of a leg, carved of wood with fabric and that cow-skin two-leggers were so fond of hanging off in thinnish bits and pieces.  It even had a shoe to match the other one the biped wore.

It huffed, a gentle stream of smoke escaping its jaws to envelop the small figure.  “Mildly interesting, I suppose.  But why should I care?”

“The people outside haven’t seen you in over a century. It would do them well to remember your presence here,” the human said.  Some small expression, too quick for the Dragon to read, crossed her face.  “And… I know what it’s like.  Losing a limb, figuring out how to live afterwards.  Besides, the gnomish craft cities aren’t too far from here, and you know they love a challenge.  You’ve got plenty of gold to spare, and they’d think it an honor to craft something for you.”

The Dragon reared its head back.  “I have no need of gnome workmanship, you little asp.  I am a great thing, powerful and fearsome!  There is nothing here that needs to be fixed!”  Its wings were yet buried, or it would have beat them dramatically for emphasis.  Perhaps the brat was back on the menu.

“Please, it’s—it’s not—it wouldn’t be for fixing!” The human yelled, her hands lifted to shield her face.  “It would be a tool!  To make things easier!”

It stared down its nose at her.  “And why should I bother with such a… tool?”

“You don’t have to,” came the answer.  “Lots of people don’t.  But I know the merchants from here to Ocean’s Crest, I know the metalsmiths and leather workers and tailors, and there’s dozens of ways that a leg can be built.  And look, I can tell you it won’t fix things all the way.  It might create other problems.  But I can tell you this much—it works for me.  And it might be able to work for you?”

The human held her hands outstretched above her head, a gesture something like a plea.  For mercy, perhaps, or more time, or some other petty human desire. If the Dragon was already awake, it might as well move around a bit.

The Dragon blinked three eyes at once, snorted and began to stand, gold slithering over its scales as it shook itself free of its hoard.  “You have piqued my interest, ant.  I shall embark with you on this journey of yours.  Now put back those coins you have in your pocket.”

[spectrechosts]

Treasure

A story of a dragon and the thief who keeps bothering her. Another pretty new one, has one followup and will probably get more.

Full Series

Madyssorth the Golden, Lady of the Deep, Queen Beneath the Mountain, Keeper of the Endless Vault, breathes a huff of flame from her snout.

The Thief is in her vault again. She can smell her. Hear her clinking through piles of treasures, toppling them as if every item in her vast hoard is not meticulously placed.

She rises from her slumber and stretches her great wings, wiggles her toes and rolls her shoulders. It's so hard to get a good nap with the Thief around, every month she insists on intruding.

The Dragon stomps her way toward the intruder, clawed feet sinking deep into piles of coin (It's such a simple system! You can walk on the coins! They're all the same! They aren't organized!) as she goes.

"There's my lady." Says the Thief, wearing (WEARING! AN ANTIQUE!) a pilfered crown plucked from her collection.

Madyssorth lifts the crown off her head, gingerly places it back where it belongs with the other relics from that kingdom. Other relics that are now in disarray from the Thief's perusal.

"You disturb my collection." She grumbles. "I should eat you, pestering thing."

The Thief pouts.

"Come now, don't be grumpy." She says, looking up at her with those stupid eyes. "I brought you a present."

She takes a shard of a shattered amulet from her pocket, and Madyssorth's eyes go wide.

"Is that-?"

"A fragment of Ghax'zis the Quiet's phylactery." The Thief says, relishing in how the Dragon's eyes follow it. "You know, there's only one of these in human possession. Rest have all been snatched up by some dragon, I heard."

Madyssorth picks her up by the back of her shirt with her teeth, carrying her like a scruffed kitten. She practically prances through her hoard, until she reaches a spot piled with regal rugs and pillows and drops the human into it.

"The fragment." She says, holding a claw out expectantly.

"Is that how you ask?" Counters the Thief, lounging in her newfound comfort smugly.

"The fragment or I eat you."

She giggles and hangs it on Madyssorth's claw. The Dragon rushes off through the vault, as if the amulet might vanish if not placed in just the right spot in time. The Ghax'zis exhibit. She takes a human form to place it, not trusting her massive claws with the delicate task. In a glass case, carefully warded, all the fragments of that which held the vile lich's soul. She feels giddy, circles the display over and over, admiring it from every angle so she can be absolutely certain it's just right.

It takes almost an hour for her to return to where she left the Thief- where the Thief demonstrably no longer is. She sniffs her out among the relics of the Children of the Virgin, inspecting the jewels that adorn a silver goblet.

"Put that back." The Dragon whines, picking her up again after she does and returning her to her pile of cushions.

"Do you like your present?" The Thief asks, as the Dragon takes her human form again and lounges with her.

"Yes!" She breathes, heart still fluttering. "It's perfect, Gronarum is going to be so jealous. He'll have to admit that mine is the superior hoard."

"I'm glad." Hums the Thief, and they relax together until something catches her eye and she leaves the pile again.

She smirks and bites her tongue as she's once again scruffed and returned and joined in human form.

"Maddy," she asks, stifling laughter, "what is this?"

"What is what?" Madyssorth asks, brow furrowed. "You've been busy, you should rest."

"Rest right here, where you've made a spot for me?"

"Yes?"

The Thief giggles, sinking into a pillow.

"What??" Asks the Dragon, confused.

"Maddy… You're arranging me." Says the Thief, and Madyssorth flushes.

"I'm- I am not!"

"You aaaarreeee!" Beams the Thief. "You think I'm a treasure!"

"N-No!" The Dragon whines. "I just think that- that you should stay right here, in your spot, when you're in my hoard. So I know where you are."

"Because I'm treasure."

"Because it's comfy and you keep touching things when you wander!"

"Mmm." Hums the Thief, looking at her in a way that makes her feel… things. "And only you get to touch your treasures, right?"

"Right!"

She just keeps looking at her, hungrily.

"W-What?"

[kathbunny]

A request from @caliburn-not-calculator for the AU™! A sick VR-LA in Maxim's nest!

VR-LA wasn't sure where Maxim was taking him, only that he was being carried and that his head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton and hit with a million hammers. Maxim had been walking through the library, carrying VR-LA by his shirt, for what felt like forever, weaving nimbly past shelves VR-LA had yet to explore.

"...I feel like you could've just put me on your back." VR-LA mumbled, his voice hoarse.

Maxim huffed, his breath fanning across VR-LA's back. He didn't reply though, just starting up a flight of stairs that VR-LA felt were somewhat familiar. Maybe something you could find in the game? At the top, VR-LA realized why it was familiar to him. Maxim's nest. The stairs were always shown in the loading screen before you entered the nest once Maxim ran from the library or trusted the player.

The nest resembled a bird's nest at first glance, with twigs, sticks, other tree parts, dried grasses, all woven together. A second pass showed something like a dragon's hoard, shiny magical items organized into piles next to stacks upon stacks of rare books, ones more precious than the ones in the rest of the library. And finally, there were the more human touches, the blankets neatly folded, pillows, comfortable items you'd find on any bed.

Maxim set VR-LA down on a collection of pillows, which immediately was partially knocked down as VR-LA's limp noodle of a body ruined the neat stacks. Maxim didn't seem to particularly mind that though, retrieving one of the folded blankets and placing it over VR-LA.

"You are to rest until you are recovered." Maxim said firmly, laying down next to the pile of pillows, slightly curled around it to stare directly at VR-LA. "Before monsters would kill you, tripping because you're exhausted and ill would."

VR-LA knew he had no hope in fighting that in this state, or in Maxim's nest. "...alright." VR-LA said softly. "I'll rest."

Maxim relaxed at that, settling so his chin was on his paws. "I expected more of a fight."

"Am I really that stubborn to you?"

Maxim didn't dignify that with a response, only choosing to stare at VR-LA, his disappointment obvious.

[starmaniamania]

My process for this blog's content ngl:

Step 1: Contemplate my hoard of Côme & Lilya drafts like a dragon sitting on a pile of gold

Step 2: Feel guilty that I haven't posted Côme & Lilya stuff in way too long ("I miss them"/"I'm betraying their legacy"/"I'm depriving us all")

Step 3: Put a bunch of Côme & Lilya content in the queue

Step 4: Panic that I'm being irresponsible and squandering our limited resources

Step 5: Move the Côme & Lilya content out of the queue and back to drafts

Step 6: Repeat from Step 1

[gabessquishytum]

(this is a little role reversal-y totally on accident)

wealthy and privileged fantasy world prince dream running away from his family’s manor because he’s kind of a dramatic loser (i.e. he has capital i Issues and doesnt like that they won’t enable him). living on his own teaches him just how good he had it, but not well enough, because he ends up being chased everywhere he goes by bounty hunters thatve been sicced on him by his parents. after a rather violent encounter he runs off into the woods and is only able to shake the men off by pure luck of running into a dragon that lives in the area, who normally totally would’ve eaten him as a light snack, but is too intrigued by dreams ego, which is way too massive for just a human. the dragon (hob) would totally expect this from another immortal creature, but this from a mortal is astounding.

he thinks it’s hilarious and wants to be friends. except dream sucks and has never had friends least of all when he’s a runaway, so he clings onto hob like a lifeline even if he won’t admit it. so he tries to bring hob game and maybe reorganize some of the things he has stowed away in his cave, just trying to pay him back, because he totally would think of relationships as transactional and you can’t convince me otherwise. hob is just glad to get along with someone so…weird. who isn’t afraid of a dragon. not for any bravery reasons though, he just genuinely thinks he’s special and won’t get eaten

obviously they fall in love and dream gets to discover the appeal of dragon cock. he’d contemplate how to get hob to fuck him without dying for weeks before hob reveals he can just turn himself into a man, and dream is initially disappointed by how vanilla it is before he realizes that hob is actually very sexy like this and pounces. maybe egg clutches, mating rituals and dream being forced to be a part of hob’s hoard ensue

I love the absolute audacity of Dream, here. Even with the role reversal he still thinks he could punch God in the face and get away with it because he's special. Iconic, tbh. Hob thinks he's absolutely hilarious.

He also thinks that Dream is definitely going to get himself killed if he keeps wandering around the country acting like a little princeling, so he makes the executive decision that Dream will stay with him, at least until he gets a little more humble (this is never going to happen so Dream is probably going to end up staying forever).

There are, of course, shenanigans. Hob puts his front foot (gently) on top of Dream because he won't stop running his mouth when some other dangerous creature comes to visit (Hob: just because I decided not to eat you doesn't mean that they won't! Dream: you were going to eat me?!?!). Dream is weirdly horny about the whole thing.

When they start a romantic relationship Dream gets totally obsessed with Hob’s dragon cock. He keeps trying to play with it, even though having it even a little bit inside him would definitely actually kill him. He loves Hob’s human form too, but the lure of the dragon cock continues. Eventually Hob cums all over Dream in his dragon form, and Dream just lies there in a literal pool of it and admits that maybe he doesn't need all of it inside him at once.

(Doesn't stop him from begging for Hob’s eggs, though, as soon as he learns that that is also a thing. The hubris never ends <3)

The image of Dream bringing pretty things for Hob’s hoard, and then ultimately flopping down on top of the pile because obviously he's the prettiest thing that Hob could ever need... yeah. He's definitely getting fucked on the hoard. Or perhaps, if he's really good, he'll be allowed to fuck Hob... while Hob is in his dragon form! I'll let you guys figure out how that one works 😉

[solar-bean]

As an undiagnosed autistic I LOVE talking about my random interests with people and vice versa. So here's what I think the Touchstarved LIs random interests are 😊

Kuras:

Astronomy/ Astrology

assuming that he really is an ancient Angel he probably had a hand in or watched the universe being made so it still fascinates him how it has developed over the centuries

especially what humans have discovered about it

also the meanings they've given to constellations and other parts of the cosmos in tradition and folklore

it's all intriguing and quite amusing to him

he knows all the LIs zodiac signs as well as his regular patients

would sneer and say ' of course you're a Leo ' without any other context and just walk away in that swift angelic manor that he does

has a vintage telescope that he refuses to replace

if you indulge him long enough and let him ramble on about stars he'll stop and be like ' Wait I could just show you'

hope you're not afraid of heights

Leander:

Plants

especially the poisonous kind

he finds them poetic in a sense because of Co he does

like to have a small journal about them and wishes eridia had more nature for him to explore and document

sketches flowers when he has free time and might even color them

he's not the most skilled artist but he good at drawing plant life because he's done it so often

knows the meaning of plants and makes/ buys bouquets accordingly

hints at how he really feels about the person he's giving a bouquet to

has given ones with negative meanings to people he didn't like but needed something from, he knew they wouldn't understand and would just be like "oh a bouquet how thoughtful" " yes this was made especially for you " *wink wink*

has admired the gardens of high town snobs him and his bloodhounds have raided interacted with ( he'll take a few home just because )

is learning how to make teas, medicine, poison and lotions from plants for the fun of it and to help others

wants to have a large garden one day

Mhin:

Fungus/ Mushrooms

they just think they're neat

like how could you not there's so many cool kinds of fungus

they adore that such life can grow from death

will rarely pick mushrooms because they want them to stay where they belong

doesn't want to separate them from their fungi families 🥺

really REALLY likes cool colored fungi that glow

I imagine magical fungi exists in their world so they get really excited when they find some in the wild

they go crazy for those really big mushrooms and will stare at them for hours if they could

has dreamed of sleeping on a mushroom many times like a little fairy but won't tell ANYONE ( ok except Kuras but they didn't mean to, got really embarrassed )

if you gift them a glowing magic mushroom to keep as a nightlight they'll act unfased at first but congratulations you're basically married now

Vere:

Gemstones

eyes dilate like a cat when he sees one

oooo shiny

has stolen found more than he's bought

has a mini hoard of stones stashed away somewhere in his room

he only shows it to people he really likes ( Ais and S/o )

Ais' earrings intrigues him

Ais noticed and took them off so he could see and was more than willing to talk about where he got them

Vere knew exactly what they were made of right away and wanted to tral them as his own to mess with Ais, but lost interest when Ais admitted he wouldn't mind

would lay on a giant pile of gemstones like a dragon's hoard in his full demon fox form if he had the means to ( would put his S/O in the pile too as one of his treasures )

he'll know exactly which gemstones look best on you for jewelry

Ais:

Animals

like alot of animal facts dude

he has a wide range of knowledge because he can't choose a favorite animal. he likes SO MANY

ranging from the scariest of predators on land and sea to the cutest little fellas ( sharks, tigers, bunnies, small birds, sparrows *hint hint*)

if you tell him what your favorite animal is expect to be randomly given little gifts based off of of it ( illustrations, mini figurines, plushies etc )

asked Vere alot of questions about his fox nature ( " does your coat change color in the winter?" " ...Ais I'm trying to get frisky stop asking weird shit" )

was the type of kid to bring strays home so you can imagine how happy he is about having a pack of soulless

he immediately knew which animal/animals they were all based on and knows how to interact with them accordingly

his love for animals kinda messes with his instincts like yeah I shouldn't pet that large predator but what if he's lonely like me 🥺

is totally fine with getting bit and scratched because he overstepped a boundary and will learn from it

I bet eridia's highborn snobs have captured exotic creatures for show so guess who's pulling up with his red eyed soulless gang for a jail break ( he'd give the creatures to a shelter that can relocate and take care of them )

wants to raise alot of pets with his S/o as they grow old. just one big happy family of strays they've taken in: wild soulless, escaped highborn pets, barn animals, alley cats, Vere, etc.

[desires-of-chain]

Been really obsessed with thinking about the chain as dragon shifters (similar to Volga in Hyrule Warriors) lately. Dragon features are incredibly hot as it is - big horns, sharp teeth and claws, big wings and tail - and thinking about the variety in presentations when in half dragon form, as well as certain aspects of dragon culture: specifically the idea of reader being part of the chosen dragon's hoard (or all the dragons present's hoard, if going poly/partial poly chain).

Gonna focus on just my fave few - Time, Twilight, Warriors - because those are who I've thought about the most with it and my personal faves.

Warriors is majestic. Bright royal blue in wings and scales, horns curling gracefully back from his forehead, tail agile and used to knock over enemies and curl around your waist in equal measure. Most fond of being in half dragon form, and has a habit of putting his scarf and other wearable trinkets on you as a way of marking you as his hoard. Will bamf out the wings just to curl around you and protect you with them while you sleep. If going with the dnd model of dragon colouration equalling type of elemental power, then Warriors dragon power is a bright crackling breath of lightning. Swift, seeking, shocking and tangible in the air when he's feeling high emotions. Electrifying kisses upon your neck and tingling touches on bare skin as he slowly and purposefully shows you exactly how prized you are within his hoard.

Time is the biggest by far, and even half dragon form has him shifting to tower over all else. Can't decide between stunning earthy greens or elegant chilling white for his colouration, but both work really well for him, so perhaps he's a mix of both. Call it a side effect of the Fierce Deity, that shock of white. He personally enjoys being either fully human or fully dragon most, but isn't afraid to shift to half form for you - whether that be to protect you in battle, wielding the biggoron sword in a single hand, or to really feed into the inevitable size kink you'd develop dating him. his horns curling around his ears from the top of his head, framing your faces while you kiss and enjoy the full weight and size of him on top of you, the biggest you've ever taken. The biggest you ever will take, because he's not letting you go now.

Twilight is deep shining blacks and greys, mirroring his wolf form with large thick horns that poke up and out like his wolven ears. He is by far the most possessive of them all - as far as he's concerned, you are his and his alone (only willing to share you in the polychain because the others treat you like divinity, and he likes you happy). He doesn't grow much in half form, if at all, but the aerial capability he gains with his large, powerful wings allow him to absolutely dominate the battlefield with soaring up and plunging down with all his strength and bulk. When it comes to you, he's completely fine with exerting his dragon authority to keep you protected and pleasured, his deep rumbling voice as his pounds into you letting everyone know for miles around that you are mated and taken.

With the three of them all laying claim to you, it's a lot of physical affection and big cuddle piles, a mess of wings and tails tangling in one another as they all try to curl around you. Perhaps the butting of heads (and horns) about not being able to share as well as they should, but one big puppy eyes from you has them all bending to your will without much fuss. And of course, when mating season comes along, you have your hands full with three very horny, very possessive dragons that all barely take turns completely ravaging you until they're satisfied. At least the nest they make is spectacularly comfy to rest in between rounds.

I think I'm gonna write something with Warriors for this - I really like the idea of reader getting a bit injured in a battle while separated from Warriors, and his dragon instincts to protect his hoard going haywire as he smells the blood. Just ripping through bokoblins in a rage, ignoring everyone else to take reader away from danger the second the battle is (mostly) over. Settling them down on the ground away from the chaos, wings covering them protectively as he patches the reader's wounds, growling and muttering about slaughtering whatever dared lay a hand on you, my hoard, my treasure, can't they see you're already claimed? And, of course, making sure reader knows just how much he cares about them, and how very much they are his. If they couldn't tell you were already part of his hoard, then he'll just have to lay claim to you all over again... make it obvious who you belong to.

Anyway. dragons hot. I'd be excited to see anyone else's thoughts on this concept, especially the other links' dragon forms

- wizard anon

🧙 anon,

I'm gon go feral, I swear to the gods, I will. This. This is the shit I was waiting for. Dragon chain. The dragon AU. I love the description you gave each of them. I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT! See if I could show what I imagine what their dicks look like, I would but Tumblr humbles people so I'm not gon risk it lmao.

I would like to have a Time pls. I wanna spoil him in scritches and love uwu