It's been some time, sorry about that, i geniunely have been losing motivation on drawing, not really on the Pac-Man franchise 😞
I know it might seem dumb but thank you all for your support, sometimes i really feel down and that seems to have hurt my progress, i'll try to post more now that i feel better :)
I'll post these little doodles i made in the meantime, ALSO INKY HUMAN DESIGN YAY 🫶
for @toastandvegemite (thy for letting me steal our chatfic to make real fic) & @catofthecanals289 for always supporting my freak4freak behaviour & helping me make this better <3
cw: dragon max and er, dragon fucking lol. oh and like, its a lil undernegotiated
Max’s breath is hot on the back of Daniel’s neck. The softer scales of his belly brush against his back with every thrust, grinding Daniel’s knees down harder into the floor. Cushioned, of course, by the wad of blankets Max laid down before shifting. They can’t fuck like this in their bed; after the third time they tried, they broke it.
“Fuck,” Daniel whimpers, feeling Max’s teeth graze over his shoulder just the right side of too sharp. Immediately after, his tongue lathes over the same patch of skin, the curve of Daniel fitting perfectly into the fork of it.
Max lets out another huff of hot air, and if he was human right now Daniel knows he’d be laughing.
It’s not like Daniel can begrudge him his smugness. Inside him, Max feels good, filling him in a way that leaves Daniel nowhere to go, nothing to do other than to lie there and take. To shiver and ride out the way Max’s cock rubs up inside him perfectly. Big and thick. Underneath him, Daniel feels tiny.
“Maxy,” Daniel gets out, half swallowed up in another whine, “God, you feel so- How do you even fit?”
Max’s hips stutter forward then, and it’s Daniel’s turn to let out a breathy laugh, before strong, clawed hands push his shoulder blades down. Face down, ass up is usually how this goes, Max’s instincts taking over towards the end. The urge to mate, to breed becomes too much, he’d explained to Daniel once, afterwards. A little nervous like he was checking if it was okay, because neither of them, Max as a dragon and Daniel as a human, are meant to love this as much as they do.
But, fuck, Daniel loves it.
Right now, he wishes they were in front of a mirror. That he could see exactly what he knows they look like; Max’s giant, strong body draped over him, the golden tinge of his scales catching in the low light. His bright blue eyes half-lidded, where earlier they would have been fixed on where he was moving in and out of Daniel. His tail beating from side to side, as though impatient for its turn inside Daniel, after.
This is what everybody in the paddock wonders about them. Daniel has heard the whispers and giggles about how can it possibly work, and it only makes him shift his hips up higher to think about, only has him tipping further towards the edge.
Max is close too. It’s obvious from the way his breath is coming hotter and faster now. If Daniel tried to wriggle his hand between his body and the blankets to touch where he’s aching, leaking, Max would let out an unhappy growl. He knows Daniel doesn’t need a hand on himself, not when he can come from the unrelenting grind of Max inside, the stretch at his rim, that-
That is growing.
“Max?”
He lifts his head a little from where his cheek had been pressed into the floor. Something is happening, splitting him open wider.
“Max,” he tries again, voice cracking a little in his surprise. “Max, what is- fuck- What is your dick doing?”
Max can’t talk, of course, just lets out the closest noise to a whimper Daniel has ever heard him make. Usually, he’s all deep satisfied rumbles. His hips are almost completely still now, just hitching forwards and backwards ever so slightly as his dick pulses inside Daniel. Daniel is expecting the scorching rush of Max’s come, is hoping for it but instead he gets-
Something solid.
“Oh fuck,” Daniel groans, as it catches at his rim. He forces himself to bare down, to make himself wider to take it inside. Max’s teeth find his neck for real then, biting down as if to tell Daniel to stop the squirming of his hips as it- a fucking egg- slips inside him. It is so many things at once. Too much, yet not enough. Like Daniel is gaping, even at the same time as being stuffed full. He can’t resist rolling his hips down into the ground below, and then he’s clenching around Max, around the egg, as he spurts into the blankets beneath him.
They keep coming after that. Daniel has no idea how long he lies there for, under the weight of Max, shaking through the shock of his orgasm as more and more slide in. It feels like he is still coming, endlessly, as each one tucks up beside the next inside him.
A clutch, he thinks a little hysterically, and then the reality of it makes him shudder. He’s being bred.
It’s the warm, softer pulse of Max’s come inside him that lets him know when it’s over.
As Max finally pulls out, Daniel can only lie there, panting against the floor. The corner of his eyes feel sticky-damp. He doesn’t want to move, but Max’s snout nudges his side until Daniel gives in and rolls over. Immediately, Max is nudging his legs back open.
“Maxy,” Daniel tries, “I don’t know if-“
But when Max’s tail slips inside, it’s a sweet relief like always, giving Daniel something solid to clench around. This time, there’s an added purpose of course. Something to keep inside, and the idea makes Daniel a little dizzy.
Max is already curling up on his side next to Daniel. He lifts his head, and looks at him. Daniel manages to raise an eyebrow, and Max has the nerve to look pleading, until Daniel gives in and presses some kisses against his snout. Satisfied, Max settles his head back down and pulls Daniel’s body against him a little tighter but- Gently. Careful not to jostle his belly.
When Daniel dares to look, it’s round. Like-
“You didn’t tell me dragons laid eggs, Maxy,” Daniel says, feeling the same edge of hysteria creep up his throat. Max doesn’t lift his head to make any more pitiful expressions at him though. Instead, his eyes are firmly fixed on the bulge of Daniel’s stomach, letting one of his wings come across to drape over it. Protective.
“You’re not off the hook, you know,” Daniel insists, but when Max begins to let out exaggerated snoring noises, he can only laugh. Some things come with the territory of being in love with a dragon.
Y'all ever take a class that throws you so much, you think to yourself: "fuck I don't want to do this with my life" and contemplate switching grad programs?
