#ftm Alexander

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Books I’ve read since starting T, 2024

Oil on canvas

24 x 18 in.

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(Spoilers Ahead)

I wrote this review on Goodreads too but like every trans dude of like adult age needs to read this damn book-

A trans man, as a romance protagonist in an actual adult novel.

Have you ever loved the words on the page of a book so much you wanted to rip them from the spine and stuff the paper into your mouth and digest them?

I think I might sleep with this book under my pillow for the next year just to absorb it into my bloodstream through osmosis.

When I tell you I have been waiting years for trans men to be properly represented in romance (or just ANY adult media at all), this book decided to grab me by the throat and force tear after tear from my eyes until I was sobbing and hollering with laughter, slamming the book down on my bed to the point where I may actually get charged with abuse.

There were points in this book where I thought I needed to check my brain for cameras - I can't speak for every trans man of course, but having the ftm experience so seamlessly written from an actually confident trans man in his identity with the same inability to realise people actually want to be around him, and the same kind of trans dick jokes and mourning over childhood - at certain point, especially when they redid the photos I started crying only to realise that Eli was crying to like "Ye bro I'd be crying too in that scenario damn."

I have truly, truly never felt so represented in a book - and I was starting to give up hope that I would ever see a trans man in an adult book who was PROPERLY written that I-

I can only thank @tjalexandernyc for writing this and hope that this is the start of trans men beginning to come into their own to being represented as something other than in teen media.

Transness aside, the book is beautifully written with amazing humour and heartwarming scenes that ripped me into thin little ribbons.

And the only qualm I had is that Eli didn't dick Nick down. I need a novella of just them exploring each other. Please. The sex scenes were just exquisite and hilarious.

I'm also gonna put some of my favourite bits here cause I have to.

[cypionate60mg]

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Whatever it is you’ve had to fight, the fact that you’re still here means it strengthened you.

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watched National Anthem tonight… i might need to run away and be a gender-fucky cowboygirlthing

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tw: hate crimes, transphobia, trans death

so, I've been reading through all the issues of the ftm newsletter started by lou Sullivan and this really depressing thing keeps happening. someone says something so beautiful and meaningful to me that i look up what happened to the wonderful trans man that wrote it.

anyway, this paragraph from "Gender, Identity Politics & Eating Our Own" by Alexander John Goodrum is really important to me (but please read the whole thing if you have time)

it's also especially tragic because one of the hate crimes that he's alluding to is a famous hate crime from my hometown, so this hits especially hard for me.

this newsletter was published January 2002

Alexander john Goodrum died less than a year later at the age of 42

and this just keeps happening as i keep reading over and over and over again. it happened to Alexander john goodrum, marcelle cook-daniels, and it happened to lou Sullivan, and so many more whose names i can't recall at the moment or that have been purposely erased and misgendered in death. it's also incredibly important to mention how 2/3 people i mentioned were black trans people and how vulnerable black trans people are when it comes to transphobic violence, and how frequently black trans people are ommited from the conversation.

i don't really have a point to this rambling, it's just heartbreaking to know how many transgender thinkers we as a community have lost that should still be here.

https://www.digitaltransgenderarchive.net/files/w3763676r

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Omg what if Hamilton was about being trans and "my shot" was about Alex and his friends doing their t shots

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any other trans people look back at shit from before you'd figured out your identity where you expressed desire to connect with your agab in a very extreme way and get hit hard with the "oh my god i used to love my agab clearly this whole trans thing is wrong" and then 5 minutes later realise "wait a minute, wasn't i repressing every thought i had back then and also severely mentally unwell" or is that just me

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"𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒"

Day I - Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

Day II - Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

Day III - Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

Day IV - Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

Day V - Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

Day VI - Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

Day VII - Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Day VIII - Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

Day IX - Tom Holland edging male reader so much

Day X - Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

Day XI - Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

Day XII - remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

Day XIII - rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

Day XIV - Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Day XV - bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

Day XVI - helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

Day XVII - cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

Day XVIII - Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

Day XIX - You want kinky? Musk kink, boot kink, choking kink, and of course knife play with Ghostface (whichever version) the ftm!reader fought back when GF tried to kill em, they all get sweaty and turned on so the fighting turned to fucking, Ghostface being Ghostface, he's all degrading, making the reader do stuff like grind on his boots, lick the blood off his knife and fuck themselves with the handle of it, all those good shit, what you think? Not too far?

Day XX - Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

Day XXI - Mike Schmidt x kinky male reader who introduces him to the world of BDSM. Mike being a sub top with a praise kink, breeding kink, pet play (like having a leash on him and such) and other nasty things! Maybe even a bit of edging, like M/N punishing him by cockwarming him without letting him cum for a good while, leaving Mike needy and desperate to fill his boyfriends tight hole with his warm seed😮‍💨

Day XXII- ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

Day XXIII- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

Day XXIV - Dom top Felix and bottom femboy male Reader where the middle of the night Felix catches reader in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo moaning Felix's name saying fuck me Daddy so Felix steps into the room grabs Reader by the hair and starts fucking his face with big cock saying you want Daddy to fuck you and while Felix is fucking the Reader's face uses the dildo to fuck the reader then Felix is fills the reader's mouth full of cum and make some swallow then turns the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking the reader on the bed pulls him against his chest grabs his throat and just starts fucking him as hard as he can with the reader screaming Daddy Felix spanking the reader Felix just filling him full of cum reader belongs to Daddy now then the next morning Felix is fucking the reader as hard as he can against the window of the bedroom

Day XXV - Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

Day XXVI - Logan howlette making ftm reader wear a bunny langire after his workout coming back all musky and sweaty all pent up and fucks male reader while male reader licks up logans sweat etc. Making logans smell kink and breed kink go off and fully breads male reader / size difference with Wolverine and an FTM reader. Logan is much bigger and stronger than reader and can pick him up, pin him down, and throw him around with ease and both of them go bonkers for it. Logan loves the control and power he has to play with reader as he pleases and reader loves feeling overpowered and in Logan's complete control

Day XXVII - sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

Day XXVIII- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Day XXIX - Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

Day XXX - rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

Day XXXI - James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

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Always right

Hello! This is a commission for @calicocatboi, portraying Alex and Arcy, their OC's! It was a really fun writing, and I hope y'all enjoy it!

CW: ftm misgendering, breeding kink, preg kink, lactation, birth, labor denial, humiliation, nsfw

Alex's hand pinned his head against the pillow, and as he felt the sharpness of his nails pressing against the back of his head, Arcy’s pussy started to clench around the swelling knot of his boyfriend's dick. He could feel Alexander’s movements becoming more frenetic, harder, as his boyfriend towered upon him and trusted mercilessly into his hole.

As Alex used his body weight to stop Arcy from writhing beneath him, one of his hands pressed Arcy’s face against the pillow and the other free hand was busy with one of his boobs. Arcy’s breasts were sore and red, leaking saliva from the previous foreplay and covered in marks, the result of all the kissing and biting.

A loud moan escaped Arcy’s lips when he started to feel the familiar sensation of Alex’s dick starting to swell inside of him. It was predicted by how fast and erratic the werewolf movements were becoming with each trust, barely able to think besides the pleasure of being buried deep in his pussy, but it always took Arcy by surprise.

"F…Fuck…" The words came out slurred out of Arcy’s mouth when he felt the base of Alex's cock starting to become wider, thicker, around his sensitive pussy lips. “I’m so…fucking close.”

Electricity shot through his body when the tip of Alex's dick finally hit his sweet spot, making Arcy become a trembling mess beneath him. He could feel the warmth of Alex’s breath hitting the back of his head as Alex lowered himself, still pounding into him, and he slid one of his hands beneath Arcy’s legs, pressing the palm of his hand against his clitoris before he started to rub circles on it.

"Cum," Alex growled, "Cum for me."

An orgasm washed over Arcy’s body as soon as the words reached his ears. Alex let out a loud growl as he felt his pussy tightening around his cock, and then he felt his dick completing the knot, pressing against Arcys’ walls and getting stuck.

It was a matter of seconds before Arcy felt Alex’s warm seed filling him up, trapped inside his pussy by the knot. Bare, totally raw.

Alex decided to start going raw.

Well, it technically was a couple's decision, the one they took about having a baby, because, of course, Arcy was sure about it. There was no way he could not be sure when Alex had so many and so good points, right?

So yeah, having a baby was a couple's decision.

Alex’s point helped Arcy decide that the right thing to do was to postpone his transition, to wait until after the pregnancy: it was just gonna be better for him to wait until the baby was here, better on him and his body. And yes, it made sense: Arcy wanted everything to go as organic and natural as possible with the baby, even if it meant that he had to put that aspect of his life on hold.

Alex thought that was the best route to take. And his boyfriend was always right.

He felt Alex shifting behind him, wrapping his arms around Arcy’s body before he let his whole weight fall on top of him, pressing even deeper inside of his pussy.

“Good boy," Alex growled in his ear. “Take it.”

He felt his stomach slowly inflating as Alex’s seed filled him up. One of his hands traced the curve of Arcy’s stomach. An odd feeling came over Arcy. Deep in the fog of his ecstasy, the idea seemed unreal, Arcy could barely imagine the fact that in the next few months, he was going to be pregnant.

***

His eyes deceived him. If Arcy touched his body, when he would run his hand over his stomach or when he grasped over his chest, everything felt the same as always.

But now, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, what he was and what he felt didn’t match. Beneath the palm of his hand rested the noticeable protuberance of his growing stomach. It was there, and it wasn't small. Arcy didn’t think that he would be able to hide it for much longer.

Going upwards, towards his chest, it was already starting to swell. His boobs—as Alex started to refer to them— were growing, and not only in size. His sensitivity levels were also growing exponentially as the months went by.

He experienced the fact of feeling different from what he saw in the mirror his whole life, always, but now it was entirely different: he could no longer see himself as anything other than pregnant. Other than swollen, and heavy with Alex’s child, almost as if he were no man any more.

The first few months were relatively easy. Morning sickness was almost non-existent, but his body did seem to just want to lay down and nestle in his bed, surrounded by Alex or by anything with his smell.

Now, as he reached the mark of the five months, Arcy was starting to see it.

His stomach, still a small bump (easily covered by his hoodies when he felt like it) hadn't been a problem until now. Until he realized that as every day passed, it was becoming harder and harder to just hide it.

He barely knew what he wanted to mean with it, because now, it was everything: his growing boobs, his swelling bump, his softening body, his widening hips. Everything that made him feel not him.

Arcy was used to the feeling of his body not being his, but now, he felt like a foreign in his skin more than ever. Everything was bigger, everything was more sensitive. Everything was more and more unavoidable as time passed.

Curvier than ever. His hips had to widen to accommodate the growing pup inside him, his body became softer, thighs thicker and thicker, his chest barely able to contain itself behind his binder, his walk slowly turning into a waddle.

And deep down, almost rooted, there was an idea that he was fighting. The idea that this had to be his (her) one and true nature: his body was meant for this after all. Meant for motherhood. Meant to be a baby carry machine, to be a breeding bitch, almost.

Fuck. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting wet at the idea.

Arcy's eyes traveled in the mirror from his face, to look for Alex, who was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him, staring at him through the mirror reflection.

He saw the look, Alex's eyes hungrily roaming over his body. Arcy scoffed. Alex raised an eyebrow.

“Come here.”

His boyfriend's voice, low and gritty, sent chills down his spine and made his pussy throb. Still, Arcy remained in his place in front of the mirror.

Who did he think he was, all bossy and ordering Arcy around like that? If anyone in the room, right now and in this situation, had the right to be a brat, it was Arcy.

As if it wasn't enough to be like this, now he was being bossed around.

“Come here,” Alex repeated.

Arcy didn't turn to look at him, instead, just shrugged, pulling his hoodie down to cover himself again.

“No,” he said, “I'm not in the mood for any of you right now, Alex.”

He didn't see it, but he heard the low growl and the buff coming out of his boyfriend's. Then, Arcy heard the bed creaking under his weight as Alex leaned forward, resting his hand on his knees.

“I said,” Alex growled, “Come here.”

Arcy shook his head and swallowed. He could feel the hair of his neck sticking up, and the feeling of Alex’s eyes burning on his back, and Arcy felt like prey. Well, Arcy thought, he got a reaction. A small smirk crept up his face as he felt the heat between his legs grow.

Then, the next thing Arcy knew was that Alex’s hands were pushing against his body, and he pulled Arcy down by the hips towards him, pressing his ass to his lap. A small whimper escaped Arcy’s lips when he felt the bulge of Alex’s dick pressing between his legs, and almost unconsciously, Arcy’s hips jerked, pressing back against Alex’s growing erection. Alex tightened his grip around his arms, keeping him in place as he leaned in to press a kiss against his neck.

“I told you,” Arcy grumbled, “I’m not in the mood for you.”

Arcy writhed, trying to escape his boyfriend's grip, but all he could do was squirm and press himself even more against the forming erection in Alex's pants, his cock twitching when Arcy tried to get away from him and failed.

“You shouldn’t talk to me like that,” Alex said slowly, sliding one of his hands up the fur of his abdomen, “Should you?”

Arcy squirmed, “I’m gonna…” his words were interrupted by a gasp that escaped his lips when Alex's hand traveled further up, squeezing his boobs. “…Talk… however I want.”

In response, Alex squeezed his boob harshly. A loud whimper escaped his lips and Arcy squirmed, his hips rocking against his boyfriend's throbbing dick. It only made the werewolf even more feral. He could almost feel the way Alex’s breath hitched, the beat of his heart thumping loudly in his chest, pressed against Arcy’s back, the heat of his throbbing erection against his ass.

Alex wrapped his hands around Arcy’s forearms and lifted him to pull him away from him, dragging him around the bed.

Yeah, Alex was not only way bigger than him, but Arcy also recognized how stronger he was compared to him. His boyfriend always said that Arcy hit like a girl. And it was true: it didn’t matter how much effort Arcy put into going to the gym, trying to get stronger, trying to look as buff and intimidating as Alex did effortlessly, at the end of the day when he looked at himself in the mirror, he still looked like a girl.

Alex lifted him, dragged him around, and manhandled him into throwing him onto the bed.

He felt the weight of his boyfriend's body crushing him down when Alex hovered over him, his hard breath tickling his neck as he pressed his teeth into the soft skin there, ever so faintly, but it still drew a moan from Arcy.

“God, babe,” Alex groaned, a smirk on his voice. “There’s just something about you since…” he stopped, lowering himself towards Arcy and pressing a small kiss on his neck.

It seemed like he wasn’t sure about the words that were about to come out of his mouth next, but then his chest raised and fell, and he spoke anyway. “Since you started showing. You look smoking hot like that."

Yeah, there was something about it. It made him incredibly horny to know that finally, he managed to knock up Arcy. To put his puppies inside of that little body of him. The soon-to-be huge pups inside of him. There was a certain inherent pride in knowing that, and just for the sake of making it clear, it made him horny as fuck.

It wasn’t only the feeling, but also the facts: the way Arcy’s body was changing, becoming more and more… feminine by the moment, it drove him fucking crazy.

Alex’s fingers halted at the waistband of Arcy’s sweatpants before he slowly started to pull them down, smirking as the first sight of the purple panties was revealed. If Alex didn’t know better, he would have thought the fact that Arcy was wearing the very one lingerie set Alex loved was an honest mistake or just a wonderful coincidence.

But Arcy did know better, and he knew that it was on purpose.

One of the changes that didn’t go unnoticed by Arcy was how horny his boyfriend was.

Alex continued to lift Arcy’s shirt upwards before he finally slid it off. His eyes were fixed on Arcy’s engorged breasts, now barely contained by the purple fabric, the sensitive skin pushing and teasing against his bra and stretching it to its limit.

Alex meant it when he said he liked this better. He probably would have never admitted it out loud, but seeing Arcy like this, almost at the peak of femininity, felt natural. It felt so much more natural than seeing him wearing a binder all the time. It had been a delicious experience to be able to sit back down and watch the fruit of his work. To see Arcy's hips, his boobs, the way his body changed to get used to fulfilling his natural mandate: to carry a pup.

To carry his pups. Like a good girl.

His dick was throbbing inside his pants. Alex slid a finger down Arcy’s pussy, teasing the elastic band of his underwear before he slid the finger inside the fabric, pressing against his wet folds.

A small growl escaped Arcy’s lips as his body twitched under his boyfriend’s touch, and he pushed his hips forward, meeting the palm of Alex’s hand, in a desperate attempt of anything that would produce the necessary friction for him to get off.

He felt like a desperate slut when his hand reached to search blindly for Alex’s throbbing dick, caressing and slowly pumping the erection over the fabric of his pants.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Arcy teased, “Or you just gonna stand there and do nothing?”

He could feel the wetness growing between his legs as Alex rubbed his hand against his pussy. The pressure and the grinding seemed to go on forever, until Arcy couldn’t take any more and let out another needy moan.

Alex pressed his claws against the soft skin of Arcy’s hips, pulling him closer, before he hurriedly slid down his zip and slid inside of him, growling as he felt the wetness and warmth of Arcy's pussy clenching around him.

Another one of the few good things that being pregnant got Arcy was that he was always ready to be fucked. And usually, Arcy was constantly thinking about sex. But now it was as if his brain had melted and the only thing that remained inside his brain was being horny. He was just always ready to have Alex bending him over and stuff his dick inside his pussy.

And now that Alex was scratching that itch, thrusting faster and faster inside of him, Arcy could not articulate a single thought besides how good it felt.

How good it felt to let himself be used like that, deeply aware that Alex was using him to satisfy that particular itch. The word use was quite strong, but Arcy wasn’t dumb. He slowly but surely realized that the more he looked more and more like a woman, the more Alex was unable to keep his hand off of him.

It was humiliating. The idea was embarrassing, and it made him feel almost sick, but if Alex was so sure that he liked this better, then his boyfriend had to be right. It was just stupid to think Alex could be wrong, that Alex could want anything but what was right for Arcy.

It was humiliating, so humiliating how wet the whole thing made him.

A loud whimper escaped his lips when Alex started to thrust faster inside of him, his claws gripping at his arms and pulling him closer, trying to get deeper inside of him with each thrust.

“Ugh, f…fuck!” Arcy moaned, gripping the sheets as his eyes rolled at the back of his head.

Alex paced up the speed of his movements, his dick throbbing inside of the smaller boy. The fogging pleasure was starting to escalate, slowly but surely, and Arcy could feel himself starting to be pushed to the edge. He was almost there, thighs trembling and mouth babbling nonsense.

The tip of Alex’s was starting to swell inside of him, and he could feel his lips starting to clench around it, when Alex suddenly pulled out of him, leaving him feeling desperately empty.

A frustrated whimper escaped his mouth, but his confusion was replaced quickly when, without giving him time to even react or complain, Alex lifted his body and tossed him around in bed, so that his head was hanging from the edge of the bed, and then Alex pulled away from him, standing up and to tower over him.

If Arcy looked up, all he could see was Alex’s erection, red and swollen, leaking precum upon his head.

Then, Alex guided his dick inside of Arcy’s mouth.

The werewolf couldn't help a low growl as he felt Arcy’s lips wrapping around the tip,

“C’mon now,” Alex breathed, pushing himself into Arcy’s mouth. “Be a good girl for me.”

A whiny sound escaped Arcy’s throat, and none of them were sure if it was a protest or a moan. He could feel the heat between his legs and the need to have something creating the necessary friction for him to get off was maddening.

If Arcy was offended by his words, it didn’t show when he started sucking on his dick. His free hand reached to slide between his legs, starting to rub fast, desperate circles over his sensitive clit.

Inside of him, the pup kicked against the stretched skin of his sensitive abdomen. Alex reached a hand to let it rest over the bump of his stomach, possessively, and it only took Arcy a few more strokes to make himself cum against his hand.

Alex’s seed exploded inside of his mouth seconds later, and Arcy, like the slut he wanted to be, swallowed every drop of the thick liquid inside of his mouth. Under the pressure of Alex’s hand, he could feel his stomach starting to swell with cum, growing ever so slightly but noticeable.

As he stared down at his own body, Arcy noticed the tensing skiing of his stomach as it grew, and right where Alex’s hand was still pressed, the pup kicked. Then, Alex bent over to reach with his hand between Arcy’s legs, sliding a finger between his folds and taking it to Arcy’s lips.

“Taste yourself,” he said, a smirk on his voice as Arcy licked the slimy substance out of his finger. “And to think you didn’t want to. I can’t imagine what it would be like if you did.

Arcy, still lightheaded, nodded. Alex was always right.

***

His eyes wandered absently on the shop window, and Arcy barely registered what he saw, but then, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes went back to his reflection, staring at himself almost with wide eyes.

He looked massive.

Well, not massive, but definitely fucking pregnant. The hem of his shirt was stretched and lifted over the lower curve of his abdomen, revealing the skin of his underbelly, and the fabric was tight around his engorged boobs.

The image —his image, took him by surprise. He didn't realize that most of his clothing had stopped fitting. Or rather, started fitting.

Most of his wardrobe consisted of oversized hoodies and overall, clothes that were way too big for Arcy. But now, his clothes were fitting him just right.

He was quickly running out of ways of hiding his new body. The fabric of all his shirts, all of his hoodies, were now overstretched over the curve of his swollen bump, and his growing chest —god, it seemed like it never stopped getting bigger and bigger, every day— was impossible to hide.

It was embarrassing to be out in public like that.

Alex was the one to speak to the doctor, and he made it clear to Arcy: there was no way he could bind his chest if they wanted to keep going with the idea of breastfeeding.

And of course, they were breastfeeding. Alex was right, it would be best for the baby to have real milk, not formula. And Arcy had a great milk supply.

A large one.

Usually, his boobs were the last thing on his mind: he would either put on a hoodie and go on or he would bind them, but now? His possibilities were few.

At the end of the day, his mind always drifted to what Alex said once: he looked like such a pretty girl now. He looked like what he was supposed to look like.

A low hum escaped his lips at the idea. His eyes tried to travel to the baby items on display, but in the end, they always ended up going back to his reflection.

It ruined the day for him. Whenever the exact thing he tried to hide —hide, what a curious choice of wording it— was finally coming to light. He barely looked like a real man.

“I think we should go back home, “ Arcy grumbled, crossing his arms against his chest and looking away from the shop window. “Now.”

By his side, Alex raised an eyebrow. He didn’t need to turn around to feel the way Arcy’s mood had turned sour. The werewolf felt a pang of annoyance at his boyfriend’s words: it was Arcy who insisted on the nonsense of them going out to the mall, the worst place ever, and then being grumpy and pouting and complaining all day long.

And the worst of all? Once again, Alex was right, he was opposed to the idea from the start.

“Why did you make me bring you here?” Alex gruffed. “We didn’t buy anything, and you’ve been all day with that attitude of yours.”

Almost intentionally, Alex quickened his pace, his steps widening, and he started to leave Arcy behind him.

A frown took over Arcy’s features, and he let out a huff as he tried to match his boyfriend’s pace, mainly, to at least be able to see him in the eye while they talked. But it was hard, his legs were short and, well, now with all the extra weight he was carrying and with his protuberant stomach, his walking turned into a waddle. And he could never match Alex’s speed.

"Alex!" Arcy whined, “Don’t run.”

By the moment Arcy could finally reach his boyfriend, they were making their way out of the mall. They passed by the food court —the smell of fresh bread and hot sandwiches wafting from the stands, which made Arcy want to gag— and they continued walking in a tense silence as they finally reached the parking lot.

Alex let out a loud huff, rolling his eyes before he finally turned to face Arcy, and his frown only deepened when Arcy gave him an exasperated, pouty look.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising in frustration. “Then why did you drag me here in the first place? You know I can’t stand this stuff!”

Arcy crossed his arms, his cheeks flushing with anger. “Because it’s not just about you, Alex! We needed things, and I thought you could try to enjoy it. But no, you always have to make everything miserable!”

Alex scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, right, because waddling through a mall for hours is my idea of fun, right.”

Arcy just let out a loud groan and rolled his eyes, deciding to keep his mouth shut.

Arcy just let out a loud groan and rolled his eyes, deciding to keep his mouth shut. He was just so over it, and didn’t feel like getting into an argument at this point —even if it was all Alex’s fault in the first place. Arcy had done his best to make his boyfriend happy. It wasn’t his fault that Alex was just being an asshole.

He was about to say something else, just to not let Alex feel like he won the argument, but a tingling sensation took over in his chest, and then, Arcy felt a warm, wet spot forming right at his nipples. He stared down at his breasts, confused, taking his fingers to run them along the damp spots in the fabric. Fuck, he was leaking.

"Damn it…" Arcy mumbled under his breath, feeling his face heat up.

He looked around them, seeing if anyone was staring at them, but thankfully the parking lot was almost empty.

It was the first time that happened to him in public, and thank god he was wearing black clothes. He couldn't stand the odd looks people would give him when they saw his gravid stomach, let alone if they saw that he had wet spots on his chest. Arcy was glad there were no people around to see him struggling to get into the car like a beached whale.

He wasn't sure, but Arcy had the suspicion that Alex took the bumpiest road home. With every shift and jolt of the car, Arcy's body felt more and more uncomfortable, and his boobs ached from all the bouncing. The wet spots of milk just kept on growing larger, unable to stop the milk from leaking.

It was going to be a long ride home.

***

“What are you doing?”

Arcy’s words should have come out more decided, a bit more meaner than they actually did. But as Alex opened his legs further apart and positioned himself between his thighs with no advice, Arcy had to admit that it indeed turned him on a bit. Just a tiny bit.

The first thing he did when he got home was get shirtless, and then, plop himself on the couch with his feet propped up the coffee table. He wasn't in the mood for anything else after their little escapade at the mall, and after the disaster his shirt turned into, it felt best to just hang out around the house naked.

To Alex, seeing his boyfriend naked, sprawled like that on the couch, was an invitation. A clear invitation. And Alex already had an idea in mind about what he wanted to do.

The idea came to him a few days ago, when he read something on a webpage, and it didn't want to leave his mind. He wasn't sure how to bring it up to Arcy, and if this wasn't the right timing he didn't think it would ever be.

Alex moved Arcy's arms, crossed against his naked chest, away, and started to kiss his way up Arcy’s bare chest, slowly leaving distracted kisses on his round stomach. Beneath him, he could feel Arcy's body squirming, suppressing a moan.

"Hey, get off…!" Arcy whimpered, not really making an effort to pull away from him. "I don't wanna"

But his hands went around Alex's neck, keeping him close as Alex finally reached one of his nipples, and slowly wrapped his lips around it, teasing and sucking hard enough that Arcy had to grit his teeth together. He moaned when Alex's fingers started circling his other nipple, rubbing and circling the tender skin.

When Alex finally stopped for breath, Arcy's breath hitched. He leaned forward, trying to catch some kind of attention from his boyfriend's lips again.

Alex went back to his nipple, biting and sucking harshly, before switching the pattern to his other boob, alternating between sucking and caressing each nipple, massaging Arcy's chest. When Arcy's hands tightened around his neck again, he smirked.

It was odd, because what should have been borderline painful and annoying to Arcy, his sensitive breasts being groped like that, sucked on, wasn't being annoying at all. He could feel his pussy throbbing and the arousal starting to rise in his body.

He felt his cheeks heating up, shame rising in his chest at the idea that he was probably about to cum from this.

Actually, Arcy was sure that he was just about to cum. He was right there, didn't even need to slide his hand between his legs to feel how wet he was.

He felt Alex's hand take one of his boobs in its grasp, and then squeeze hard. A loud moan escaped Arcy's throat, and his hips buckled forward, his hand gripping Alex's hair to pull his head closer to his chest. Alex took it like a command, using his tongue to play with Arcy's erect nipple in his mouth before he went once again suctioning.

A second later, Arcy's knees felt weak as a stream of milk burst out of him as Alex sucked, and an orgasm washed over him. He fell back onto the cushions, his back arching as he let out a loud moan, his hand grabbing Alex's hair. His eyes fluttered open, watching as Alex continued to suck and lick clean the milk spilling off him.

Arcy was left lying in a daze, panting heavily as his heart pounded in his ears. Well, that was something.

“Mhm…" Alex hummed in response, lifting his head to stare at Arcy, resting his hands on his bump. "Looks like we found a solution to your… leaking problem," he whispered lowly, kissing the underside of his stomach.

Yes, there was definitely a solution there.

***

Arcy was craving, in the sense of fucking needing it, some coffee.

He wouldn't have thought that the craving for coffee could be stronger than the annoyance he felt with the world when being this pregnant, just about to pop —in fact, just a day before being overdue— but it was. But they didn’t have decaf coffee at home.

But he had stopped feeling like crap, finally, and he had to make the most out of it. So yes, he pestered Alex until he agreed to take him for some coffee, even when Alex didn’t think it was a good idea to get out of the house at all.

Since he entered his last trimester, Alex hovered over him like a dog, watching his every move as if worried Arcy could break at any moment. He wasn't going to break, but he could pop at any moment. Having 6'2" of fur and muscle on top of him all the time was annoying.

Today Arcy wasn’t feeling like shit, per se, but he was still feeling odd.

He just felt…odd. First, he felt full. Full of the huge pup that Alex put in him. Then, he was sensitive, hot, and bothered, everywhere. None of those were new, but in the last few days, Arcy reached new levels of being in discomfort he didn’t imagine were possible.

He felt like he was going to pop any second, the pup weighing him down and the overall feeling of his body that could barely stand being fully clothed. It was almost hell to exist pregnant and in the summertime. And not to mention the relentlessness of the pup inside of him, always moving and turning and kicking, and the cramps.

Those were the worst, always happening at the worst moment, turning his already poor tummy into a tense, solid thing that always made him stop right in his tracks. They weren’t painful, and Arcy was sure they weren’t contractions, but god were they insufferable.

So when that morning he woke up feeling brand new and with a few, spaced cramps that were barely noticeable, it seemed like a good idea to go get some coffee and enjoy the sunny day.

Now, as he waited in what seemed the longest line in history, he was starting to regret his decision.

His hands were busy cradling his tense stomach, trying to lift some of the weight straining his back. Arcy was feeling so irritated. About everything, not only about the waiting line. The people were being too loud, it was hot in there —he was starting to sweat—, his clothes felt tight wrapping around his body.

He was about to mentally go over all of the things that were annoying him, just to double check, when a sharp cramp shot through the base of his stomach and his lower back, making Arcy frown.

“Fuck…” he muttered, breathing through his nose.

Breathe in, breathe out.

That was a contraction. As much as Arcy tried to convince himself it wasn’t, that was a contraction. He tried to play it off as the occasional cramps, but now the ‘occasional cramps’ had been coming consistently and being more and more painful since they went out of the house.

It wasn’t fair that his day was ruined by it, and it wasn’t fair that his body would mess with him like that, making him feel great and the next second, like crap. He was so mad at himself, that he tried to pretend the contractions weren’t there as much as possible. But now, as his swollen feet and achy back from standing in the same place for minutes were starting to take a toll on him, it was harder to ignore it.

Arcy turned around towards the windows by his side, squinting his eyes as he looked for Alex’s car outside, but he couldn't see it. Well, at least he wasn’t there to give him the ‘told you so’ stare.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed since his last contraction, but he was now closer to the cashier, barely, but they were getting there. God, he didn’t realize how claustrophobic the shop was when he first walked in, how small and cramped it was. Now, it seemed as if everyone were pressing together against everyone, and all the people making their way out of the store would bump into him, most of them, without looking back twice and saying sorry.

Arcy cursed out loud the next time his stomach tensed. A few people in front of him turned to give him nasty looks, but most of the world was engrossed in their phones or with their attention elsewhere. He was glad, the last thing he needed right now was people looking at him.

He was almost halfway there, mentally going over his order, when another contraction hit him. His hands gripped at the base of his stomach, and his legs trembled, and Arcy bit his lip to contain a low moan that threatened to escape his throat. He focused on breathing as normally as possible, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but his hitched breath caught the attention of some of the people.

Well, fuck, it was going worse than he predicted.

When he finally could stand up straighter after the pain subsided, Arcy thought that if he couldn’t get to the bloody counter in the next five minutes, he was going home. As soon as he thought that, the cashier lifted his head from behind the counter and his eyes found Arcy’s. The cashier’s eyes traveled from his face towards his abdomen.

“She’s pregnant,” the cashier said, pointing with his finger to Arcy. “Come on here, you have priority, I’ll take your order.”

He felt his face was burning when people turned to look at him. They moved around to let him go, and every step was almost painful as he made his way to the counter. He wanted nothing more than to correct the cashier and tell him that she was a he, but fuck, if he stood there for a second more he was going to kill someone.

As soon as he made it to the counter, a contraction took over him again, his breath coming out harshly through his teeth and his stomach tensing. Arcy gripped the counter with both his hands, knuckles turning white, as he tried to play it off.

“Uh… mhm” he breathed, aware that he probably looked weird right now, “Just… Can I get a cup of decaf latte, please? And… fuck… and an Americano. To go”

The muscles of his stomach were on fire, and Arcy had to bite his lip as the cashier turned around to start with his order.

“Can I get you anything else?" The cashier asked when he handed him the stuff. "We have fresh chocolate buns…"

It seemed like every word that came out of the cashier’s mouth would drag on forever. He didn’t hear a single one else as his eyes traveled behind the cashier, staring at the chocolate buns, and as his stomach contracted again. He could feel the skin tensing under the palm of his hand, and Arcy was sure that his face was red with the effort he was making to not let any other sound escape his lips as he shook his head. His bun in the oven was fucking ready to come out, he thought.

The walk to the exit was a walk of shame. Arcy didn't realize how low the pup was inside of him. The huge head was now crashing against his pelvis, slowly opening him up, and his walk had turned into a pathetic waddle. He was trying to control his body as much as he could, to walk straight, but with the weight of the baby and his tensing stomach, it was almost impossible.

He had the sensation that everyone was staring at him. And he had the idea that everyone was pitying the miserable, gravid girl making her way out of the coffee shop, an expectant mother trying to make it in the last stretch of her pregnancy.

The fresh air of the street offered him a momentary relief, but it washed off as soon as he realized that he still had to walk towards the car. He thought that it shouldn't be that hard to get there, but then another contraction hit and Arcy had to grasp the wall by his side for support, his legs quivering beneath him as his stomach tensed, the most painful one he had felt at the moment.

"Shit…!" Sweat rolled down the sides of his forehead as the contraction passed. "Fuck," he wheezed, taking another minute to catch his breath. "Come on…"

A few paces later he was able to walk normally again. When he finally reached the car and climbed in, with a low groan as he pulled himself in the passenger's seat. The shift in his gravity center when he slumped against the passenger's seat, the pup crashing down on his hips like a bowling ball, made him whimper out loud.

Alex gave him an odd look as he started the engine. "You alright?" he wondered, raising his brow.

Arcy gave him a nod as he shifted in his seat, trying to find a position where the pressure would be more bearable, but there really wasn’t anything that could help him in this state. It was all coming over him now, the realization that he thought he could outsmart his own body and pretend the baby wasn't coming yet. And he was wrong.

"Fuck…" Arcy huffed out again, resting his head on the window."Don't worry about me," he mumbled, his hand caressing the side of his stomach. "Don't… worry about me. All good- let's get home."

"Yeah," Alex nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before leaving it on the cupholder. "We just have to go to the store real quick…"

Arcy closed his eyes and pressed his head back as another contraction took over him, biting his lips as he pressed his hips down on the seat, trying to escape the pain.

"Alex, we have to get home." Arcy muttered, opening his eyes once again."Now."

Even if he couldn’t see him, he knew Alex was rolling his eyes, and the werewolf let out a groan before he turned his head to face Arcy. "We got your coffee, now don't be a fucking brat and…"

"Alex…!" When the contraction reached its peak, Arcy whimpered, "We need to go home right now. F…fuck, this baby is coming. Now."

When Alex turned to face him fully, he saw the exact moment when the realization hit. Then, he saw the exact moment when Alex gave him the I told you so look. A groan escaped Arcy's throat, both because of annoyance and because of the sudden burst of pain.

"Oh shit," Alex gritted his teeth, "Yeah. Not gonna say I told you so, but I told you so."

Arcy was about to reply, but the next wave caught him completely off guard. It was like somebody had just taken a sledgehammer to his gut, and he couldn't do shit other than gasp as his body convulsed and his legs forced themselves apart, trying to find space for his contracting stomach to go. Then, Arcy let out a quiet "shit" as he felt a sudden flow of water coming from between his legs, staining his pants and leaking to the seat.

He shifted, looking between his legs, and he couldn't help but let out another moan. Arcy didn't even turn to face Alex as he started driving, because yes, Alex was right, again.

***

Now that he was in the privacy of his living room, he could allow himself to moan and wail as freely as he wanted, as well as he could give himself the freedom of not wearing any clothes. Whenever he looked down, all he could see was the gravid, tense, and stretched skin of his contracting stomach, and his sore and sensitive breasts, swollen and starting to leak.

The baby's head was right there, pushing behind his lips, he could feel the way his pussy was bulging almost obscenely around it.

"Can you feel it?" Arcy croaked as Alex's hand cupped his pussy, "Shit, shit, shit… it burns!"

"Yes," Alex nodded, his free hand moving to rest on his stomach. "Push with the next contraction."

Arcy swallowed, trying to fight back a moan, as he tried to focus on what he was doing instead of feeling the baby starting to stretch him open. It was bigger than he anticipated, and shit, it was more painful than what he anticipated.

As if he could read his mind, Alex patted his stomach.

"C'mon, you can do this," the werewolf mumbled, remaining quiet when Arcy's stomach contracted under his palm, staring as his boyfriend's eyes went shut, focusing on pushing. "Listen to your body. It was made for this, wasn't it?"

The tone wasn't mockery itself, but Arcy was sure there was an ironic remark to it. And it filled him both with pride and shame. Making Alex proud made him proud, for carrying his pup so well. But it was so embarrassing that Alex was right: this, right here and now, was exactly what his body was made for.

"All women know how to do this, Arcy" Alex stated calmly, "Just go with it. Push."

His stomach contracted and Arcy squatted down, gripping with both hands at the couch back, and pushed. He gritted his teeth when the pup's head slid outside further, stretching his pussy even more open, and his knees trembled, trying to close in reflex. Alex's hand on his thigh kept his legs open.

Another grunt escaped his lips as the contraction went away, and the pup's head slid back inside a bit. Arcy let his head fall back in frustration. "Fuck," he mumbled.

Another one came shortly after, and once again Arcy gripped the couch as he bore down and pushed, his face contorted in pain. Soon, the pup's head slid out, reaching the ring of fire. Arcy shouted, his legs trembling as he shifted his hips in the air, trying to escape the burning feeling between his legs.

"C'mon girl," Alex whispered, his hand stroking Arcy's belly, cupping the pup's head. "Keep pushing."

Another contraction came. Arcy felt how his muscles tensed against his back as the pain became unbearable, and he squatted even further, shaking his head as if it could make the pain go away. He felt hot and tense, and the pressure between his legs was hell, he just couldn't wait until this was over and his pup was in his arms.

With his next push, the head was finally out with a splash of amniotic fluid. His body shook as he leaned forward and supported himself on the couch, feeling Alex's hand firmly on his leg to keep them from snapping closer. Almost there.

Another contraction, and then the pup's shoulders were fully out, and a long whine escaped Arcy, his knuckles going white, his eyes squeezed shut. He focused on pushing, trying to ignore the burning sensation between his legs, and with his next effort, the body was fully out.

Alex helped him steady himself before he guided the pup to Arcy's chest, where he placed it gently. And Arcy felt a sudden sense of relief wash over his whole being, his heart beating rapidly and his muscles relaxing.

"Good job, Momma," Alex praised, wiping sweat from his face. "Good girl. You did it. I told you so."

Yes, Alex told him so. And he was right, Arcy thought, smiling slightly at his pup.

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⫘⫘ Info ⫘⫘

Hey! I'm Alex or Alexander ^^

I'm trans FTM, 20 years old, gay and T4T but not exclusively, on T, top surgery but no bottom surgery. I'm 100% a bottom and a brat (if i want to be) <3

I'll use this account for my little fantasies and to horny post when the T is doing its job yet again. I'm very much into blasphemy as a kink, I'm a theistic Satanist myself but used to be a good little christian.

⛧ Teeny tiny idea: You fuck me silly on top of an altar below the cross while we praise Satan together with our shared orgasms in his unholy name :)

⛧ Hashtags:

#my-asks🧸 for all the asks i answered

Asks and DM's are closed unless you wanna be friends :)

Kinks and Limits & DNI below!

⫘⫘ Kinks ⫘⫘

Praise

Degradation

Hierophilia (satanic or christian settings, people and objects)

BDSM

Size difference

Puppy play (only online though)

Monster fucking & anything involving demons/angels

Free to use

Anal

Gloves & Masks

Belly bulges

Deepthroat & Face fucking

Threesomes & Orgies

Orgasm control/denial, edging

Overstim

Cockwarming

Sensory deprivation

Marking (scratching, biting etc.)

I'm not that much into breeding as a kink but i have no problem if you are! It's not considered a limit, but anything involving actual pregnancy is.

⫘⫘ Limits ⫘⫘

Age play

MISGENDERING/DETRANS satan below, please do not interact with me.

Beastiality

Gore, Scat, Vomit

Feederism

Pregnancy kink

Incest

Necrophilia

Feet

⫘⫘ Dni ⫘⫘

⛧ If you're a christian and have anything against satanists or my stated kink. Any serious "God loves you/you're going to hell" stuff and similar will be blocked

⛧ If you're under 18 years old

⛧ If you're a cishet man

⛧ If you're a Racist, Homophobe, Transphobe, Pedophile, Zoophile, Chaser or someone who disrespects religions, no, this is not a safe space for you.

[xxfaggatronxx]

Before I continue to post these are MY Call of Duty headcannons. Please be respectful because I change some peoples genders *transgenderfication beam activated*, sexualities, and presentations. If you don’t like a ship or anything else, I hope you are still kind.

John Price:

Married to Nikolai

Uses He/Him Pronouns

Cis Gay Man

British

PTSD

Nikolai:

Married to Price

Uses He/Him Pronouns

Cis Queer Man

Russian

Kate Laswell:

Married to {insert wife}

Uses She/Her pronouns

Cis Lesbian

American

Anxiety

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Engaged to John Mactavish

Uses They/It pronouns

Non-binary (FtNB) Demiromantic Asexual

British / Greek

Autistic / PTSD

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Engaged to Simon Riley

Uses He/Him pronouns

Trans masc (FtM) Pansexual

Scottish / Filipino

ADHD

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Dating Alex Keller and Farah Karim

Uses He/They Pronouns

Polyamorous Trans (MtMascNB) Bisexual

British POC / Japanese (Blasian)

Farah Karim:

Dating Alex Keller and Kyle Garrick

Uses She/Her pronouns

Polyamorous Trans Fem (MtF) Queer

Urzikstan (Canon) Syria / Afghanistan (IRL

Alex Keller:

Dating Farah Karim and Kyle Garrick

Uses He/Him pronouns

Polyamorous Cis Pansexual Man

Canadian / American

Amputee (Phantom Limb in left leg)

Alejandro Vargas

Married to Rodolfo Parra (sharing)

Uses He/Him Pronouns

Gay Cis Male

Mexican

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Married to Alejandro Vargas, dating Valeria Garza

Dating Valeria Garza

Uses He/Him pronouns

Polyamorous Pansexual Cis Male

Mexican / Brazilian

PTSD (specifically fire)

Valeria Garza

Dating Rodolfo Parra

Uses She/Her pronouns

Polyamorous Cis Pansexual

Mexican / Canadian

Philip ‘Motherfucking’ Graves

Single af

Uses bitch/ stupid backstabbing Ho pronouns

Gay but in the harmful stereotypical way + super straight

White.

Ok for real: Philip Graves:

Single (but messes around with the Shadows)

Uses He/Him pronouns

Aromantic Unlabeled Cis Male

American

Keegan P Russ:

Engaged to Logan Walker

Uses He/It pronouns

Gay Trans (MtMascNB)

Native American

Logan Walker:

Engaged to Keegan Russ

Uses He/Him pronouns

Trans (FtM) Gay Man

American

Hesh Walker:

Single

Uses He/Him pronouns

Trans (FTM) Straight Asexual man

American

Hong-Jin ‘Horangi’

In a FWB situation-ship with König

Uses He/Him pronouns

Cis Pansexual Male with Fem Preference

South Korean

Alexander König

In a FWB situation-ship with Horangi

Uses He/Him pronouns

Cis Gay Male

Austrian / German

Social anxiety (NOT shy boy uwu)

[babygirlbenpaul]

ben & travis headcanons (updated!) 🫶🏻

— ben ♡

𓈒 ⊹ his full name is benjamin adam paul.

𓈒 ⊹ his birthday is september 23rd, 1986, and he is seventeen during the events of the season one storyline. (semi-confirmed by trevor hoffmann)

𓈒 ⊹ he plays baritone saxiphone.

𓈒 ⊹ he has vasovagal syncope, which is a condition that causes a sudden drop in heart rate and blood pressure and leads to fainting, typically in reaction to a stressful trigger (— such as blood; this is why he passed out while lee was cutting his arm off).

𓈒 ⊹ he spaces out and gets distracted/lost in thought very easily. his grades aren’t very good because he tends to have trouble focusing on his assignments.

𓈒 ⊹ all of his favorite colors are different shades of blue. he prefers lighter shades, like baby blue and periwinkle.

𓈒 ⊹ he and his little sister, gabrielle (gabby), are very close despite him being seven years older than her. they playfully fight a lot (which mostly just consists of her roasting the shit out of him with no provocation), but aside from that they get along super well. they watch cartoons together after school and ben pushes her on her swingset a lot.

𓈒 ⊹ however, he’s not really any good with kids that aren’t his sister. he gets nervous around them and is perpetually scared that he’ll slip up and swear in front of them or accidentally hurt them somehow.

𓈒 ⊹ nirvana is his all-time favorite band; he’s been listening to them since he was a kid.

𓈒 ⊹ he’s FTM transmasc.

𓈒 ⊹ he doesn’t ever really talk about it, but he’s really into fairytale lore. his dad, richard, read him fairy stories before bed as a kid, and it sort of spiraled from there and never went away. labyrinth (1986) is his favorite movie because it incorporates similar elements.

𓈒 ⊹ his mom, camila, is columbian. he knows a good bit of spanish that she’s taught him and gabby, but it’s gotten a lot rustier over the years.

𓈒 ⊹ the paul family is on the poorer side, and richard and camila have to work a lot. however, they’re both extremely loving and they’re very good parents. when they aren’t busy, they spend time with their kids, doing things such as playing card games with them or taking them for drives through the countryside. because of this, ben finds long car rides relaxing since they always remind him of his family.

𓈒 ⊹ he really likes gummy fruit snacks. he keeps packs of them in his pockets and his backpack in case he, travis, or gabby gets hungry.

𓈒 ⊹ bisexual, though it’s worth noting that he very rarely experiences attraction to anyone other than travis.

𓈒 ⊹ he gives gabby piggyback rides on the walk home from school if she’s tired.

𓈒 ⊹ diehard mitski stan. (modern au)

— travis ♡

𓈒 ⊹ his full name is travis alexander reed.

𓈒 ⊹ he plays trumpet.

𓈒 ⊹ he’s an only child.

𓈒 ⊹ his birthday is feburary 21st, 1986. he often teases ben about being the younger one.

𓈒 ⊹ he’s really close with his dad, suraj, but a lot less so with his mom, natalia, who’s been an absentee mother for the majority of his life, and hardly ever visits or contacts him.

𓈒 ⊹ he’s indian on his dad’s side and italian on his mom’s.

𓈒 ⊹ he has slight jealousy issues and gets huffy and bitchy whenever someone he likes pays what he deems as ‘too much attention’ to anyone who isn’t him.

𓈒 ⊹ in contrast to ben, he’s surprisingly great with kids.

𓈒 ⊹ he gets along well with clementine and even more so with duck, who in the limited time that they have together, he sees as a little brother. (travis lives au)

𓈒 ⊹ gay.

𓈒 ⊹ his first crush as a kid was shaggy rogers. (🤔...)

𓈒 ⊹ he’s a cat person. there are a bunch of stray cats that hang around his neighborhood who he’s befriended by feeding them. if he sees one often enough, he gives it a name.

𓈒 ⊹ after unknowingly eating some of mark’s leg meat on the saint johns’ farm, his relationship with food is damaged irreparably. for a few days afterwards he gives his food to clementine or duck in fear that if he eats anything he’ll get sick and their rations will have gone to waste. once he’s able to stomach anything again, it’s a very gradual readjustment. (travis lives au)

𓈒 ⊹ he’s not the most affectionate person, but he’s very clingy, especially with ben. he usually subconsciously holds into his arm when they walk somewhere or sits with his legs across ben’s lap.

𓈒 ⊹ he puts a lot of effort into his appearance, save for how he dresses. he just wears a black hoodie and jeans 90% of the time.

𓈒 ⊹ his favorite foods are coffee flavored ice cream and dark chocolate. he likes things that taste both bitter and sweet.

𓈒 ⊹ autistic.

𓈒 ⊹ he refuses to tell literally anyone this, but he pretty much exclusively listens to girly pop music.

𓈒 ⊹ avid filthy frank and loiter squad watcher. (modern au)

𓈒 ⊹ has a special interest in birds and knows a bunch of random, useless fun facts about them. he likes hummingbirds the most, but hawks and crows are also high on his list.

— ben & travis (mostly modern au / au where they both survive s1) ♡

𓈒 ⊹ they met in 7th grade when ben first joined the school band. it was essentially the ‘extrovert choosing introvert as their new best friend’ trope. though they both have a few other friends in band (travis moreso than ben), they hang out with each other more often than anyone else.

𓈒 ⊹ they once accidentally put on each other’s jackets while getting dressed one morning, much to the immense horror of everyone else in the group who noticed.

𓈒 ⊹ they have joint custody of a nintendo switch. travis mostly plays minecraft, and ben likes animal crossing.

𓈒 ⊹ on rare occasions they play mario kart together. ben mains luigi and travis plays as either daisy or toad. they shit talk each other about how they’re going to beat the other one and then both end up in like 8th and 10th place. they’re mortified every individual time and don’t play again for a while.

𓈒 ⊹ on even rarer occasions (and an unrelated note) they smoke weed or take edibles; usually the latter, and usually on winter/fall/spring break so they don’t end up accidentally going to school stoned.

𓈒 ⊹ travis is a terrible driver. ben is pretty much always the one to take them places, out of concern for the safety of everyone involved.

𓈒 ⊹ they eventually have a daughter together, who they name janey. her full name is janey parker paul. her middle name is after david.

𓈒 ⊹ travis falls asleep on ben a lot, usually with his head on his shoulder or chest.

𓈒 ⊹ they call each other “bro” romantically.

𓈒 ⊹ ben’s favorite features on travis are his hair and his freckles. travis likes ben’s eyes and how tall he is.

𓈒 ⊹ travis thinks it’s really funny to say stupid nonsensical pick-up lines to ben to confuse him. (“if i were dating you. let’s just say horses wouldn’t be called ‘horses’ anymore.” “hey what the fuck does this mean” type things)

𓈒 ⊹ they’re each fairly annoying separately, but they’re a lot more annoying when they’re together. we should all pray for david and his sanity.

𓈒 ⊹ both of them are super cold-sensitive. during the autumn and winter months they spend half the time cuddled up together or sharing a blanket to keep warm.