HELLO EVERYONE! I FINALLY HAVE WIFI AGAIN!!!

pred who tries to reassure their prey, that they just want to help/this is for their own good, but the prey just won’t listen..

pred who has to hold their prey still and swallow hard to get them down because of how much they’re struggling..

Some stuff I’m cooking up for a fic I’m writing (not confident enough to post the chapters yet but alas they will come eventually, these are in order of the first three chapters)

If you’re still unconvinced- there are plenty of people who love dragons- who’s obsessed over dragons since they were a kid. Telling someone ‘I’ve liked dragons since I was a kid” is the same thing as telling someone “I’ve been interested in giants since I was a kid. Not sure why.”

Inspiration struck and I drew a scene from @okminer07's latest chapter of "Nuna" (see here)!!

Look they're adorable and it checked all of the boxes of things I love to draw. So yeah, just a little something! :,)

You’d fallen asleep tucked against the warm stretch of their collarbone, the way you always did when they let you, folded into the dip of skin where scent gathered, where the rise and fall of their breathing made the world sway like a lullaby. One hand loosely cupped nearby. A comfort. A promise.

But sometime in the night, whilst both sleeping, you had slipped onto the pillow, they turned. A murmur in their sleep. A twitch.

You stirred a little just as the whole sky shifted, slow and inevitable, came down upon you with a sleepy grumble.

The weight wasn’t sudden. It was gradual. Sinking. In your own sleepy state you hardly had the time to protest.

Their face, broad and soft, slack with sleep, rolled gently onto you, not maliciously, just… thoughtlessly. The full slope of their cheek pressed down, warm and plush, smothering you into the bedding without even the grace of warning. A sigh followed, blowing warm air into the sheets as they settled in, face nestled into the plush pillow.

And for you. It was like having a mattress dropped on you when your back was turned.

You were pinned beneath the gentle press of skin, every inch of you molded to the velvet curve of their cheek. It should’ve hurt. It didn’t. Not really. But gods, it smothered. Your arms pinned. Your legs twisted. Your cheek pressed to theirs, sweat-slick and twitching.

You could feel their heartbeat in your bones. The low rumble of their breath vibrated through your ribs. You were part of them like this. Absorbed.

A soft groan rumbled above, a sigh, maybe. They simply nuzzled closer, as if even in sleep they knew it was you they slept upon.

And when they stirred, finally, some endless time later. When they groaned sleepily and shifted again.

You didn’t come free right away.

Their head lifted, slow and groggy, and your body came with it. Stuck. For one horrifying second, you were half-glued to the soft skin of their cheek, pulled upward by the light sheen of sweat and sheer contact alone. You peeled off with a wet little sound that neither of you would ever mention again.

You flopped back onto the pillow like a dropped ragdoll. Your limbs splayed. Your hair stuck to your face. You gasped.

Their eye opened at the sound.

Just one. Bleary. Focused on the vague outline of you below.

And then they blinked. “…mm?.”

Their voice was cracked with sleep, the low timbre of it dragging goosebumps up your spine. “Shit. Did I…?”

You just groaned weakly in response, lifting one hand to make a vague, defeated motion. Their expression twisted, sheepish and horrified in equal measure. A huge hand hovered over you, then scooped you up with the care of someone handling a very small, very squashed miracle.

They brought you close. A thumb brushed against your side, gentle, apologetic. Or maybe checking you were still in one piece. You couldn’t help the tiny whimper it drew from you. You felt them flinch at the sound.

“Are you okay…?” they asked, barely more than breath. “I didn’t mean to. I—”

You waved a hand. Or tried to. It was more a twitch than anything. Still, they seemed to get the message.

They curled around you slowly, cupping your body like a prayer, face hovering just above as they whispered, “im sorry~ just.. just stay up here. Near my collarbone.. I’ll stay awake this time so you can get some rest”

Yet a deep yawn betrayed them as they sunk back into the pillows, eyes dark, watching. You knew they’d likely fall asleep again, looked too tired to even make a promise to stay up.

A kiss. That’s all it was meant to be.

But when something that big leans down to show affection, there’s no such thing as “just” a kiss. Not when the lips that descend are wider than your body is long. Not when their mouth alone could cover the entire space you stand in—and then some.

You barely have time to gasp.

One moment, their face is hovering above you, pupils blown wide with hunger—not the kind that eats, but the kind that devours in every other way. The next, the sky falls. Velvet lips crash into you like a tidal wave of skin and heat. And suddenly, you are flattened.

Not crushed, no—never that. They’re too careful for that. But the weight of them? God.

You’re pinned instantly, your back hitting the floor. Their mouth blankets your entire form in one overwhelming press, soft yet impossibly heavy. Your limbs splay, stuck in place, every inch of your body engulfed in the plush heat of them. It’s hot. Wet. Suffocating in the way passion can be. You can’t move. You can barely breathe.

The floor feels miles beneath you. The ceiling may as well not exist. All that’s real is them. That mouth. That need. And you, smothered into helpless stillness beneath it.

They kiss like they’re starving.

Their lips mold to you, dragging slightly as they adjust—just enough to send a shiver through your whole being. Your hands twitch, your legs buck against the weight, but it’s useless. You’re caught beneath something so vast, so hungry for you, that resistance is laughable. Irrelevant.

And still, somehow, they’re gentle. Ravenous, yes. All-consuming. But measured. Your bones aren’t bruised. You aren’t broken. Just… claimed. Thoroughly. Completely.

When they finally pull back—slowly, as though reluctant to let you go—the air rushes in like a flood. You’re gasping. Drenched in the heat of their breath and the faintest trace of saliva. Your clothes cling to you. Your heart is pounding so hard it hurts.

Above you, their lips glisten. Their mouth parts slightly in a smile. It’s wicked. Breathless.

They let out a low, guttural mmm, deep in their throat. It rolls through you like thunder, full of satisfaction and craving. A sound that says more than words ever could.

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re still lying there, dazed and trembling, imprint of their affection still tingling across every nerve.

They kiss like they want to own the world.

👉👈

"C'mon dude, I'd like to have lunch..."

"Just keep petting, he's sleepy."

Sometimes an option is to wait for him to fall asleep and then "rescue" the person. Luckily freshwater mers are crepuscular and they take a lot of naps inbetween their active hours. So waiting for him to get sleepy won't take too long. :3

I have one interview possibly lined up but of course there’s no guarantees. I have to find a new job as quick as I possibly can. I do have some savings, but it’s enough for just 2 - 3 months of rent, and that’s not counting any other bills like my phone or internet.

In this time that I’m applying for more jobs, I wanna take the time to mention that my art commissions are open. If you’re not interested and you’d just like to donate, I would also extremely appreciate it. Any amount helps, even sharing helps too.