Bonus- Drogon! (SFW and NSFW)

So, I don't know if you guys have heard, but House of the Dragon is actually quite good. To celebrate the return of good writing to Westeros, Silver and I whipped up a little treat for you guys- Drogon, the biggest dragon from Game of Thrones, is bigger than ever, and more than a little excited. We're experimenting with some more NSFW content, so please, let us know what you think- enjoy!

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Many stars tended to let themselves go after a defining role ends or, say, were tied to a once well-respected show that went down in literal flames, dragging the reputations of everyone involved down with it. But Drogon wasn't going to do that.

Drogon Targaryen, First of His Name, had done his part for nearly a decade, and as far as he was concerned, he had played his part to perfection. As far as he was concerned, it was time to move on to bigger and better things- mainly himself, who was aiming to get bigger and better. He was still a dragon, after all, with lots of energy and ambition to burn, and if there wasn't an Iron Throne for him anymore, there was still plenty of iron to pump. Drogon threw himself into working out and bodybuilding, turning into the ultimate draconic beast.

His sculpted, earth-shaking legs were wide as barrels, his immense torso, with stone-like abs, was crowned by heaving flanks and an immense shield wall of a chest, a great, churning furnace that jutted far past his muzzle. The sheer, bulging mounds of muscle fueled his fire, and extra pride and effort went into making them as big and powerful as possible. His arms were as devastatingly huge and strong as battering rams, his shoulders devoured his thick bull neck, but his back and wings really drove just how big he had become. His wide, tectonic plate of a back pushed his arms up at angles, fighting his swollen, anvil-like triceps for room. Drogon's wings had also been reforged, the once wiry limbs packed densely with overgrown muscle- it took an immense amount of strength and power to keep his titanic weight aloft, after all, and now his wings were able to create powerful gusts of wind with one flap.

All this, to distance himself from the past- and then his boyfriend Ghost dragged him all the way back into it. Someone was out there telling even older stories about his family, making a whole new show about it- and there were reports that it would even be good. Incredulous, Drogon made a bet with his boyfriend- for each good episode of this new show, he'd come into the next episode with less clothing. Like strip poker, but a much slower burn. Much to Drogon's surprise, by the season finale, he was down to his last tanktop, which hardly counted, the cloth stretched to its breaking point and barely able to cover any of his immense chest, clinging to his engorged torso, and leaving everything else, from his round, meaty glutes to his own Blackfyre sword, bare. Not that Drogon was particularly upset- he was just happy to see the game being played well again.