#dragon reader

No one knew what to make of you perched on the bases main building with your wings spread in the sun. You were a massive creature, almost to big for the roof of the building. It was a miracle you hadn't crumbled it or caved in the ceiling under your weight.

No one wanted to approach you. You were there when the sun came up, rumbling away as you watched everyone walking around base. They were wary of going anywhere near you, but you hadn't made yourself a threat. Yet.

"Thought dragons didn't nest near humans." Johnny murmurs nervously as he watches Nikolai and Price climb the ladder on the side of the building.

"It's rare, but not unheard of. Maybe it's here for tanks and stuff? Things to horde?" Kyle took an anxious breath when Price and Nik reached the top of the building and stepped over the ledge. Too close for his comfort, especially when your large head lowers down towards them.

"Hi, little ones.." You rumble quietly as you settle your chin to the roof. "Did you climb all the way up here?" John clears his throat as he shares a quick look with Nik. Out of all the questions he was ready for you to ask, that wasn't one of them.

"Yes, we did, we wanted to see what you wanted. Do you need something from the base?" Price asks. Dragons didn't ever threaten humans unless they were disrespectful of their territory. But this was new ground for Price. He'd never had a dragon come to him before.

"No, little one. Just want to keep an eye on my babies." You softly nudge his belly with your snout. "Be careful going down. Very fragile body." You rumble, giving Nik the same soft nuzzle. You watch with a close eye as they descend back down the ladder before returning to your sunbathing.

"Lost clutch syndrome?" Nikolai nods in agreement. "Anything we can do?"

Author's Note: I went with a dragon-esque reader (scales, claws, sheathed cock), since I haven't written that before and I feel like that fits Johnny somehow sfhkfj. And if it's not already assumed, this is based on 2004 F4 Johnny :)

Warnings: male dragon reader, top reader, anal, size difference, frotting, overstimulation, no concrete d/s roles

Orange star divider created by @/thecutestgrotto

“Oh c'mon! You know I'm right!”

“Johnny–”

“I'm not some wimp, ya know!” he continues, pacing behind the couch, turning on his heels after every brief pause in his heated rambling.

“I don't think y–”

“And!” he exclaims, once again spinning on a dime to face you and lean over the back of the couch into your personal bubble. “I handled that toy the other day with no issue, didn't I?”

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It’s hard being Sylus.

His days are spent soaring the skies, pillaging wayward caravans for shiny riches and interesting foods. Sometimes he kills a massive boar, flicking blood from his scales and talons with a bored huff. He can’t even enjoy a nearby beautiful, crystalline lake right now because there’s a key part missing from all of this.

You.

His gorgeous, ferocious, and terribly broody mate.

Several days ago he was chased out of the cave, your shared nest, as the time for you to lay your eggs neared. He only submitted to your flaring wings and whipping tail because he knew how tiring it was for you to move about with such a swollen belly and didn’t want to cause you anymore undue stress.

When he had returned there was a distinct new smell to the nest and you were there in your exhausted, sweaty glory, curled protectively around a small clutch of five precious, red eggs.

You didn’t have the energy to chase him off that evening, so it was his only night to just take in the sight before him with utter reverence. You were clearly struggling with wanting him closer for comfort and the instinctual protectiveness of a mother dragon. He’d reach out to brush some hair behind a horn and you’d snap your sharp teeth towards his claws.

When you got your rest, you were quick to chase him off again. This time it felt more like a formality as your instinct-driven mind gave way to your normal self. Still, the line in the sand was drawn. No one would be nearing your eggs until the outer shell fully hardened into faux dragon scales.

So, every evening he’d wait at the cave mouth with a fresh kill or new gift. You’d emerge, tail starting to sway in a way he knew meant you were happy to see him. Your wings always blocked the rest of the cave entrance though, a silent refusal that he was allowed home.

His longing grew fiercer by the day, agitation spiking to dangerous heights. The humans couldn’t fathom why there was such a sudden increase in destruction of the local environment, but after several lost caravans they opted to hunker down in their towns than risk whatever plagued the area.

Yes, it was very hard being Sylus.

He was pacing at the cave earlier and earlier in the evening. His disgruntled footwork was only interrupted by the sweetness of your scent. It was like a switch flipping in his mind. That tension building inside him melted all away as he could hear your feet hit the cave floor. His heart started beating faster when he heard your giggles. Such a precious sound he’s not heard in what feels like ages.

You caught him completely off guard then when you appeared, grinning and taking his hand. Your wings were noticeably tucked away, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Come see.” Was all you had said.

The nest was the same, but different. Notably was all his offerings and where they’d been placed. The eggs, all five, were now a deep black with faux scales. Their original red coloring seeped through like the very crackles in his own hide.

You hummed a quiet tune as Sylus took a step towards the eggs. They were lovingly laid in a bundle of crimson satin. One of the first gifts he’d brought back to offer to his broody mate. As he settled on his belly, laying next to your- his- eggs, he was able to note each and every gift he’d brought home carefully and thoughtfully placed amongst the eggs. They smelled like you. His. He could already sense the little souls inside.

Sylus hadn’t realized how tense he still was until he felt your weight settling on top of his back. The gentle vibrations of your purrs lulled him into pleased putty. Soon his own rumbling purr echoed. You kissed, licked, and bit your apologies into his skin, but suddenly all that time apart seemed inconsequential now that he rightfully took up his space in your little, growing dragon flight.

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What happens when your cuntboy wife is pregnant with your child and you still impregnating him although he's born many offspring for you?

Requested, top!male dragon reader, cuntboy wife, SMUT, nsfw, breeding, male pregnancy

The butler's words hang in the air like a spell, confirming what your body already sensed: Oliver carries your baby, a hybrid life sparked from your seed deep in his womb. Surprise hits you first, a jolt through your ancient frame—pregnant? You've claimed countless brides over centuries, rutted them raw during heats past, but none ever swelled with your offspring. Humans were fleeting distractions, their bellies never quickening under your touch. Now, this soft boy, your devoted wife, bears the impossible. Nervousness coils in your gut, unfamiliar and sharp. How do you care for a pregnant mate? You've hoarded gold and razed kingdoms, but tending to swollen curves and impending cries? The thought unravels you—awkward fumblings, sleepless nights pierced by wails, your massive hands too clumsy for fragile new life.

You pace the chamber, mind lost in the haze: Oliver's belly rounding, his tits leaking milk, the child's first squall echoing off stone walls. Annoying cries, demanding feeds, endless needs—gods, what if you fail them? Your claws scrape the floor as doubts swarm, the weight of eternity pressing heavier.

A soft giggle breaks the spiral. Oliver bounds in, his steps light despite the subtle curve already blooming at his midsection. His face lights up with a wide, radiant smile, eyes sparkling as he hops onto you without warning, legs wrapping around your waist. You catch him instinctively, his warmth pressing close. "My lord—husband," he breathes, nuzzling your neck, "I'm so happy. Your child grows inside me. Our baby… it's a miracle." His hands splay over his stomach, voice bubbling with joy, body molding to yours in unshakeable trust.

That cute smile of his—innocent, adoring—melts the tension from your shoulders. You can't help but grin back, pulling him tighter, lips brushing his forehead. "We'll face it together, my wife," you murmur, resolve hardening. No more doubts; with him at your side, even this uncharted path feels conquerable. You kiss him deeply, tongue claiming his mouth as your hands cup his ass, already imagining the changes to come.

Decades unfold like chapters in an endless tome, your lair transforming from solitary hoard to bustling nest. Oliver's immortality blooms alongside his fertility, a gift woven into his veins from the first pup he bore—your ancient essence binding him to you eternally, his body forever young and yielding, womb eager for more. He fathers heirs across a hundred years and beyond, each pregnancy swelling him fuller, his devotion only deepening with every kick and cry.

The eggs come first, laid in silken clutches after heated nights where you fuck him senseless, your cock buried to the hilt in his slick pussy until he clenches and floods around you, essence spilling to quicken life. You tend them together—your massive form coiled protectively around the glowing orbs, Oliver nestled against your side, hand stroking the shells as they warm under your shared heat. When they hatch, hybrid whelps emerge: scaled tails flicking, tiny wings unfurling, eyes gleaming with draconic fire but softened by their mother's gentle features. Oliver coos over them, nursing the hatchlings at his leaking breasts, milk dribbling as their small mouths latch on.

Caring for the brood becomes your rhythm. You hunt vast game to feed their ravenous appetites, teaching them to shift forms—humanoid for subtlety, draconic for flight—while Oliver handles the tender moments, bathing wriggling bodies and soothing fevers with his touch. As they grow into spirited youths, scampering through caverns or soaring on fledgling wings, the lair echoes with laughter and roars, a far cry from your old solitude.

Your favorite ritual emerges amid the chaos: those quiet nursing sessions, when a pup latches to one of Oliver's heavy tits, suckling greedily. You slide in close, mouth descending on the other nipple, tongue swirling around the pebbled peak before you suck hard, drawing forth warm milk that floods your throat, sweet and rich. Oliver moans low, body arching into the dual pull—his free hand threading through your hair, hips grinding against your thigh as arousal builds. "Ah!—husband… they drink from me, and you…Ngh! it feels so good," he whimpers, pussy clenching emptily, juices soaking his thighs. You pull the baby aside as you knead his other breast, milk spraying in arcs, watching his face contort in pleasure, lips parted on gasps. The pup mewls contentedly, oblivious, while you drink deeper, cock hardening against him until you can't resist flipping him over, rutting into his dripping cunt from behind, careful not to disturb the nursing.

Nights when the children finally slumber—rare gems amid their endless energy—you claim him fully. The brood tucked into alcoves or flown out for hunts, leaving your chamber hushed. Oliver spreads for you eagerly, thighs parting to reveal his plump pussy, always ready, lips glistening. "Fuck me, my lord—fill me again," he begs, fingers parting his folds invitingly. You thrust in deep, his walls hugging your thick length, milking you with practiced squeezes born of centuries. You pound him relentlessly—missionary with his legs over your shoulders, driving to his cervix; doggy style, ass rippling with each slap; him riding you reverse, breasts bouncing as he grinds down, pussy swallowing every inch. He cums repeatedly, sobbing your name, body quaking as you flood him with seed, ensuring the next clutch or pup.

Over a hundred years, his belly rounds time and again—triplets one cycle, a dozen eggs the next—each birth strengthening your bond. Your servents had to babysit all your kiddos and always glare at your butler who gave the advice, and then, he acted like he wasn't the one. Oliver bears sons with your fire, daughters with his softness, all immortal like you, a lineage to rival gods. Oliver, your eternal wife, glows with purpose, body marked by stretch marks you trace with your tongue, scars you kiss during fucks. You suckle from him post-birth, sharing the milk meant for whelps, his moans echoing as you finger his recovering pussy back to readiness.

Through it all, your nervousness fades to fierce protectiveness. You face the cries, the messes, the joys—with Oliver hopping into your arms at every milestone, his smile your anchor. Your family sprawls across eras, a chaotic empire of your making, nights sealed with his pussy clenching around your cock, whispers of "More… give me more of you."

THE END.

sry I haven't posted in a while my single pringles enjoy~

Yandere Knight~ Who was summoned to rescue a princess from the clutches of the most feared dragon in the empire.

Yandere Knight~ Who indifferently agrees and begins his quest.

Yandere Knight~ Who charges to your land on his trusty steed and is then face to face with you your scales shimmering and your eyes burning with fury you were much more magnificent than he imagined...

Yandere Knight~ Who fought well bravely and was about to take the final blow ready to launch his lance into your throat when suddenly you transformed into your weakened part human form stopping him in his tracks.

Yandere Knight~ Who's eyes widened at the sight of you, you were gorgeous much more beautiful than any princess could ever be he took a moment to take in your form as you struggled to stay standing your wings spread and your fiery eyes glaring into his waiting for him to take the blow.

 Yandere Knight~ Who cautiously approached you and watched you sit there accepting your fate and smiles slightly as your eyes open confused as he caressed your cheek and horns muttering to himself.

"Ethereal..."

Yandere Knight~ Who is startled when you growl and fly away, and his eyes linger on your now distant form and internally groans when the princess runs out and throws herself at him as he fights back the burning urge to throw her off.

Yandere Knight~ Who confronts every dragon ologist to learn as much as he can about your kind, He has to know every detail about his new beloved after all.

Yandere Knight~ Who finds out your love for precious objects and always comes to your land leaving treasure and jewels behind picturing how lovely you'll look in them.

Yandere Knight~ Who outright refuses the kings proposal for him to marry the princess as a reward for saving her his mind only occupied with how stunning you looked amongst your flames.

Yandere Knight~ Who makes sure no other knight is sent anywhere near you he can't have anyone else seeing your beauty or attempting to slay you.

Yandere Knight~ Who's attempts end up being futile and is sent with troops to slay you once and for all.

Yandere Knight~ Who is furious to see the last remaining knight standing over your weakened for with his sword raised ready to finish you off.

Yandere Knight~ who charges and kills the knight slicing his head clean off with a sick smile as he watches it fall at your feet seeing your frozen expression as he caresses your face with his bloodied hands.

“No one will ever hurt you my treasure I’ll be the only one who knows your true beauty, and I’ll never let anyone else see it~”

Yandere Alpha Dragon x Omega Dragon Reader 

Yan!Male x Fem!Reader

Wheel of Names comin in clutch

Dragons have a humanoid appearance 

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You are a dragon that mainly preferred to be alone since you were an omega. Such loneliness came with the issue of not knowing what happens on the outside. Leading you to be in the situation you were unceremoniously dumped into.

You peeked into your cave. An alpha dragon was looking at your stuff. You could tell he was an alpha dragon because of his size. ‘Why was he here?’ You thought. You took a good look at what he was doing. He was putting something in your stash. He knew. He knew what you were, and you knew what he was doing. He’s courting you, and from the looks of it, he has been here several times. You shudder at the weird occurrences that have been happening with you. The weird smell that would come from your clothes when you were in your humanoid form, the fact that no beasts approached you, how easy it was to gain food, and the trinkets that you ‘found’. He did it all and you were terrified. You weren’t ready to be someone’s mate. “You’re finally great to meet you my omega…” A deep gruff voice came from the alpha dragon. You stayed silent. He turned around and walked towards you. “I think it’s best we continue this conversation in our smaller forms.” He stated. You couldn’t disagree and only nodded in response.

The both of you transformed in your humanoid forms. He was still bigger than you. You noticed him eyeing your body as the both of you were naked. You tried not to look at his cock as he was hung. He put his claw under your chin and made you look up at him. “I was quite irritated with you living in my territory but you’ve proven yourself that you should be my mate.” He stated, “You were a lot more self-sufficient than the other omegas that had tried to woo me.” “But-” You tried to speak but he interrupted you. “You’ve finally noticed my courting attempts.” He smiled, “I believe it’s time for me to mark you.” Terror flashed on your face and started to move away from him. He began to move closer. “N-No, I can’t be your omega-” You pleaded. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you near him. “You don’t think I’m worthy of being your alpha…” He sneered, tightening the grip on your wrist. “No, no, I just don’t want an alpha…” You said meekly. He scoffed at your answer, “All omegas do, hell, even some betas I’ve met desire an alpha.” “Fine, let me prove that I am worthy of being your alpha,” “A simple show of strength, fight me. This has gone bad to worse for you. He thinks that you are one of those omegas who wouldn’t submit to an alpha unless they prove that they are stronger than them. You are no fighter, so you either submit or fight and submit. “Okay,” you answered. This was a stupid decision on your part. ‘But it doesn’t hurt to try…’ You thought.

It didn’t take too long for him to instantly pin you on the floor. “My my,” He smirked while putting his head by the crook of your neck, “you’re just a brat.” A small whimper came out of your mouth. His teeth grazed upon your neck, about to mark your skin. You just took it. You were finished either way and at his mercy. You felt his teeth dig into your skin. The marking was taking place. You waited as you felt your blood leaking on the side of your neck.

Then you felt it, the warmth, the heat. The pleasure filled through your body. A small moan escaped your lips. A chuckle could be heard from him. “I see it’s time,” He smirked and moved away from your neck. He looked at the mess you were becoming. “Getting all hot and bothered are you?” He asked with a smile on his face, “It looks like you need my help.” You know what he was asking. He wants you to say it. He wants you to beg for it. You opened your legs to him. “T-take me, I want it.” You begged. “You want what?” He asked. “Your cock, I want your cock in me.” You begged, “I want your cock deep in my pussy.” He chuckled again and put his claws near your cunt. His claws easily entered your pussy, as it was wet due to the warmth. “My my, your body does want this cock.” he smirked and picked you up bridal style, taking you to your human bed in your cave.

Asian dragon reader x Malleus

I’m not very familiar with Asian dragons, but I did my best to research about them them,sorry if I got anything wrong.Feel free to correct me!

Everyone knows who Malleus Draconia is.

A prince of thorns, shadowed by stormclouds and legacy, feared and revered in equal measure. The horned fae, the dragon of Diasomnia, heir to a kingdom most only speak of in hushed awe.

And you?

You are something older.

Not feared, not whispered of, revered. A whisper in the wind, a shimmer of scales gliding between the clouds. A celestial serpent, a creature of rain and sky, called by ancient temples and children’s prayers for rain.

You and Malleus are both dragons, yes. But you are night and dawn. Fire and river. Thunder and rain.

You meet at Night Raven College , you, summoned by strange magic you’ve never quite trusted, and Malleus, watching from the shadows with curious green eyes. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was the pull of your shared natures. But it doesn’t take long before you’re drawn to each other,not by the ferocity of your power, but by the loneliness beneath it.

And now?

Now, he rests his head on your shoulder as you both sit in the spires of Diasomnia’s tallest tower, silent save for the quiet wind brushing against your horns.

"You’re warm tonight," you murmur.

He huffs a laugh. "You always say that. You’re the one who's cold like cloudwater."

You turn your head to look at him, elegant, regal. His eyes glow faintly in the darkness, but they soften when he gazes at you.

“You burn like wildfire,” you say. “I glide like mist. You were raised to cast shadows. I was raised to clear skies.”

And he smiles at that, not the polite prince’s smile, but the one only you get to see. Soft. Secret. Full of something that borders reverence.

“Opposites,” he says. “Yet here we are.”

It’s not always easy.

There are moments when he rages,when centuries of solitude and misunderstanding claw at him like ghosts. When his temper crackles in the air and the world remembers why fae are feared.

But you, ancient and serene, don’t flinch.

Instead, you wrap yourself around him, coils and breath and calm. You press your forehead to his and whisper, “Storms pass. They always do.”

He clings to your voice like it’s a prayer.

And there are times you falter, too. When you’re lost in memories of temples long crumbled, of people who once knelt to offer offerings.You wonder if you’re still needed. Still wanted.

“Your divinity never needed belief,” Malleus says one night, when he finds you staring at the sky with distant eyes. “You shine, whether anyone is watching or not.”

He brushes your cheek with the back of his hand, and you lean into it like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered.

“You found me,” you whisper. “When I thought I’d drift forever.”

In your dragon forms, the difference is even starker.

He is massive, winged and imposing, fire and smoke and ancient wrath.

You are long and serpentine, without wings, moving through air as if it’s water, trailing stars with every movement.

When you fly together, you are yin and yang,the sky splits with thunder and clears behind you with rainbows. Watching you together is like witnessing the balance of nature itself. Malleus, fierce and quiet. You, gentle and eternal.

He tells you stories of Briar Valley. You tell him tales from the clouds, of mountains that cry, of dragons who live in the rivers and whisper to fishermen. He listens as though hearing stories from another world.

And when you return home together,to your ancestral temple, deep in a bamboo forest few mortals find,he bows before the great stone gate. Not out of obligation, but because he knows what you are.

“I do not kneel easily,” he says, voice low, “but your roots demand reverence.”

You lead him inside, your form shimmering under moonlight, and the old spirits watch. They whisper of harmony. Of balance.

Of a future forged from thunder and mist.

In quiet moments, he holds your hand and traces the long curve of your claws.

“In another universe” he says, “we might have been enemies.”

You shake your head, resting your forehead against his. “In every universe, I would have found you.”

He believes you.

Because the contrast between you is not what divides, it’s what binds.

You are not two halves of a coin, nor two sides of a blade.

You are sky and earth. River and fire.

And where you meet, something holy grows.

English is not my first language !

Oooh! Thinking of the trope of a dragon stealing/guarding a princess...Shadow Milk would absolutely engineer a situation like that.

The Lady in Azure is resting at the edge of your territory, a maiden prime for the snatching! Oh, poor her, trapped in the land of a dragon...!