#oc bd

[b-d-hitman-extraordinaire]

my cherry bombs are gone?

[nymse]

Tied up Angel

[writingsofwerewolves]

Answer for any of ur ocs ;) I just wanna learn more!

If ur ocs celebrate birthdays how do they do it?

How well do they get on with their parents/guardians?

Who would you say is your most ‘evil’ oc and whose the most ‘good’ and why?

What’s their preferred way to travel?

What’s ur favorite oc design and why?

Thanks for the questions!

Hmm, I haven't written any of my OCs celebrating birthdays so I honestly don't know. I feel like Damian and Vikram would go full out celebrating a friend's birthday but they don't really know when theirs are.

Most of my OCs parents or guardians are dead or never existed, but Kadan's father is alive and uh... well. He sucks. Like, really badly. Kadan doesn't get along with him and avoids him when possible, though due to certain circumstances, that's difficult. Talia's parents are alive in some versions of her story and she gets along great with them. In the versions where her parents are dead, she lives with her aunt and uncle and she does not get along with them. They're awful.

Hmm. I mean, technically I guess Kadan's father is my most evil OC. 😂 But I don't write him a bunch and he's not on the list of characters. Of the characters on my posted list... I guess Orion? An argument could be made for Cyrus... Neither are evil exactly, but they definitely do bad things to get what they want. I am working on a brand new demon character that I'm trying to make evil but it's so hard to make a likeable evil character. 😭

The most good... My heart says Vikram. He's never done anything wrong in his life. He's good and kind and I love him. I think Damian's pretty good too, though he would disagree. But both of them are very loving and generous and want to help people when they can.

Preferred way to travel... Well, I imagine Rh'ex's preferred method is with his space ship lol. Damian definitely avoids forms of travel that could risk sunlight exposure, so if he has to make a long trip he usually drives all night and hunkers down for the day. Overseas travel is complicated lol. B.D the dragon definitely prefers to just fly with his wings.

I don't know that I have a favorite OC design... If we're talking visuals, that's not an area I'm very skilled in. Though I think Rh'ex was pretty good. I like the markings I ended up making and he looks great drawn by other people.

Thanks again! I really appreciate the questions!

[spicymancer]

Safety Protocols

[mwearq]

I would love to see Strade with that outfit on in the game 😭😭😭

[4milly]

girl u are FREKAYYYYY. what's life like with bd!zilla? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

i really do imagine he's the type to be so nonchalant about shit tbh. like when you two decided to co-parent your 3 year old son, from that day forth zilla's always put on this act that he never cared about shit you did. you both were single.

nothing new. he did the in the relationship. act like nothing ever mattered. you'd do things to spite him to atleast see if he cared. like doing your hair a different way when you'd drop your son off, wearing a dress too short and posting it to the gram, even sending him thirst traps on "accident".

only to get a dry ass response. barely even that, sometimes he’d just heart the message and move on.

but nothing ever seemed to phase him. you'd catch glimpses sometimes - a fleeting look in his eyes when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his jaw would tighten ever so slightly when another man's name came up. but he'd always brush it off, act like it was nothing.

one day, you decided to really push it. you showed up to drop off your son wearing that slinky red dress he always loved, the one that hugged every curve. you made sure your makeup was flawless, your hair perfectly curled. as you handed over your giggling toddler, you casually mentioned the date you had lined up for that night.

little did he know, you didn't even have one. you purposely did all this shit so his blood pressure would raise.

for a split second, you saw it - that flash of jealousy, that hint of possessiveness in his dark eyes. but just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual cool indifference. "have fun, babygirl," he said with a wink before focusing on your son

"mama, look pretty?" your son said gleaming towards you

"she does, buddy. so very pretty." he simply stated giving you a once over, stopping at your cleavage.

you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, at the way his eyes lingered on your body. for a moment, you forgot to breathe. then you caught yourself, plastering on a coy smile. "thanks," you said breezily, "i'm sure my date will think so too."

as you turned to head back to your car , you could feel zilla's eyes on you, burning into your back. you put an extra sway in your hips, knowing exactly how that dress moved when you walked. you heard your son's laughter fade as the door closed behind you.

later that night, after your mediocre date with some guy whose name you could barely remember, you found yourself scrolling through your phone in the bathroom. your thumb hovered over zilla's contact. before you could stop yourself, you fired off a text: "date was a bust. heading home early."

you stared at your phone, waiting for his reply. the minutes that went by were agonizing. just as you were about to toss your phone in your purse, it buzzed.

u wanna come over, mama?

you knew this was a bad idea. you only wanted to spite him — show him you still had it and what he lost. but...damn, you'd be lying if you said you didn't crave to feel that long, girth, samoan dick working inside you, and those hands using your hips bouncing you like a bitch in heat, just like an addict craves their next fix. nonetheless, you responded anyways: be there in 15.

the ride to his place felt endless. second-guessing your decision with every passing streetlight. but when you knocked on the door and saw him standing in the doorway, all doubts vanished. He looked good - too good. his white tank top clung to his muscular frame, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips.

"hey, mama," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "come in."

you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you. the living room was dimly lit. as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you, you felt a surge of electricity in the air. the living room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. soft music played in the background - was that the playlist you used to make love to? baby making music as they say.

zilla closed the door behind you, his presence looming large. you could feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved closer, his scent suffocating you. "you want sum' to drink?" he asked, his voice husky.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes followed the broad expanse of his back, remembering how it felt to dig your nails into those muscles.

He returned with two glasses of red wine - your favorite. As he handed you yours, his fingers brushed against yours, lingering just a moment too long. you took a sip, the rich flavor exploding on your tongue.

you closed your eyes for a brief moment as you glanced over the room, "so where is our little guy?" desperate to break the silence.

zilla almost didn't hear the question, to occupied in looking at your ass in the dress.

"zilla?" you said more firmly to bring his attention back towards you

"my bad, mama. we watched that paw patrol shit he like and he crashed out not too long ago," he responded before taking a sip of his wine "you look good as fuck, y'know that?"

you felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. "thanks," you murmured, taking another sip of wine to steady your nerves.

zilla moved closer, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. "you r'member first time you wore it?" his voice was low, tinged with desire. "that night at the club, when I couldn't keep my hands off you. had to take yo ass home right then."

you nodded, memories flooding back. the way he'd pressed you against the wall as soon as you got through the door, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the dress higher, pushing his hand into your panties.

before you could respond, zilla closed the distance between you, his large hand cupping your face. "lemme r'mind you," he growled, before crashing his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, desperate, filled with years of pent-up longing.

in one fluid motion, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the wall, pressing you against it as his lips trailed hot kisses down your neck. your head fell back, a soft moans escaping your lips.

"god, you so fuckin' pretty," he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve. he hitched your dress up higher, his fingers tracing the edge of your lace panties. "these in the way, mama."

with a swift movement, he pushed your panties to the side exposing your wet core, "shit, i missed this pussy. she missed daddy, baby?"

zilla's fingers were replaced by his hard length, rubbing against you. you didn't remember when he got the time to take his dick out his pants, but thank the stars above. you finally were about to get what you've nearly been wishing for and more, "fuck me, zilla. i missed you so much."

he slid into you, filling you up in one long stroke. your eyes rolled back as your body stretched to accommodate him. it had been too long since you'd felt him this way, inside you, claiming you as his own. the way his dick filled you perfectly made your mind go numb. you wrapped an arm around his neck bringing his lips to your owns. you let out a strangled whine as began to stroke, your pussy still getting used to the filling of being so full again.

he started moving slowly, dragging his hips back until you were nearly empty before filling you back up letting you adjust, and repeating the process until the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickled your clit.

"zilla!" you yelped as a particular thrust made him swipe over that special spot inside of you

"shh, shh don't wake him up, mama." he replied throwing a hand over your mouth to keep you moans at bay — careful not to wake your sleeping boy down the hall. "so fuckin' pretty just taking all this dick. I should nut all up in yo pretty ass.”

your moans and screams were muffled into zilla's hand. your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. you were in complete bliss right now. zilla's hips moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust driving you higher up the wall. your dress bunched around your waist, the silky fabric sliding against your skin with every movement. your panties, pushed hastily to the side, were soaked with your arousal — same as the floor beneath you. zilla's thickness stretched and filled you completely, your walls clenching around him, trying to draw him even deeper.

"that's it, mama," he panted, his hips pounding you against the wall. "take this dick. show me how much you missed it."

you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as you sought more friction. zilla's free hand slid down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifted you slightly, changing the angle. the new position had him hitting your g-spot with every stroke, and you saw stars behind your closed eyelids. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back, urging him on. your nails raked down his muscular back, leaving small rips in his tank top. zilla dipped his head, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts.

your breath hitched as your belly started to tighten around his dick. zilla let out a quiet menacing chuckle into your ear, "wassup baby? you wanna cum? keep wettin' this dick up. make that shit spit fa me."

tears pricked your eyes as you shut them tightly. the pressure built up in your stomach and cum dripped down your legs — unable to store all of it in your pussy with his dick pummeling inside of you. zilla groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. "that's it, baby," he praised, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "fuck, I'm gonna cum. want me to fill you up, mama?"

your eyes were crossed and your head was spent, only focusing on the feeling of cumming all over him and the pleasure radiating through your body.

he let out a groan as he released every drop of his cum into you without thinking twice. his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge. he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. some of it running down his dick, to his legs, and onto the floor. It felt too good to pull out and he wasn’t going to.

as you both came down from your high, zilla slowly removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with a tender kiss on your bottom lip as you continued to shake and twitch in his arms. the feeling of his warm cum so deep inside you, triggering another mini orgasm. your body continued to convulse as every nerve ending in your body exploded, "yo ass happy you finally got some dick?"

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@caramelcleopatraa @harmshake @msbigredmachine @luvrsluxe @uceyliyahh @angiedawn02 @amandairene88 @cyberdejos2 @queeny23 @empressdede @trentybenty @heauxvibez @whatdoeseverybodywant @shes2real @romansthrone @acknowledge-reigns @southerngirl41 @prettyfilmz @jaza23

don’t forget to like and reblog! <3 drop a comment also! i love reading those. xoxo, cleo.

(think i might make this a series tbh.)

[running-with-kn1ves]

Congrats on 5k!!! Can we get the possessive facetime bf and "you should have known better than to cheat on me" please :D

A/N: Thank you! And tbh I made this a smutty smut smut as well b/c i feel like this is how possessive bf would handle the situation. Aka poorly.

CW: dubcon NSFW, gagging & bondage, penetration (GN Reader), reader flirts w/ someone else, reader & possessive bf originally both intoxicated

It was too late for this. Or maybe, too early. You lost track of time long ago, glowy green numbers on your alarm clock reading 1:45 AM when you first stumbled back home with the pissed drunkard beside you, dragging you inside by your arm. You were practically sober now, your headache screaming as you felt the blissful simplicity of being tipsy leave your throat. You wish you drank more, did something more outrageous than give some stranger your number. Maybe you should’ve kissed him, should’ve stuck your hand down his pants instead of batting your eyelashes. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have to face your boyfriend’s wrath-- he’d have been too heartbroken to even think of reprimanding you. 

But it didn’t matter now, not when he decided to deprive you of your senses while pumping round after round inside of you. It was a form of white torture, he hystericaly answered when your arms were jerked behind you, tied with what you thought might’ve been a makeshift restraint or a necktie, but was instead harsh braided rope meant for cattle or ransom victims. It scratched your wrists as he pulled your head back by a fistful of hair, promising that “you’ll be begging for his forgiveness by the end of this.”

With the blindfold he seemed much too prepared to have wrapped around your eyes, Malachi ripped off your skimpy underwear meant for the club, stuffing it in your mouth and narrowly avoiding your biting teeth. 

When you both went to celebrate his cousin’s birthday party at a nightclub, you had partly decided to ignore him for treating you so possessively the past month, logic being thrown out the window with the sudden accompaniment of lemon drop shots and a handsome stranger showing you more interest than your jealous, pissed off boyfriend had in ages. You felt wanted, desired. It was nice, even when you felt daggers in your back, and a tugging hand on your shoulder every five minutes. The last straw was when you wrote your scribbled, illegible phone number on the strangers’ arm. 

Saying Malachi was enraged was an understatement. You were jerked away, stumbling and laughing as you blew a kiss to your midnight affair. Did you want more? You didn’t know. All you knew, is you wanted a fun night out without having to cater to your obsessive boyfriend’s every need. You wanted to feel sexy, lusted after. 

But maybe you should’ve pulled that stunt at a time when Malachi wasn’t around. Then, you wouldn’t be sobbing behind the gag, hearing the wet squelches of cock being bullied inside of you. Your insides felt bruised, nipples tugged and bitten as Malachi slamed in, in, in from below. 

Normally, you’d have the power when sitting on top of him, grinding and allowing him to lay limp. But with your thighs spread apart on his flank, hands against your ass and every sense blurred, he thrusted into you as you barely held yourself up. 

“This.. is.. what.. you get--!” He huffed, snarling as he slapped the growing welt on your ass cheek. You heard his gasped gag, hips stuttering with his broken orgasm splaying inside of you. 

Which orgasm was this? You couldn’t remember, the vibrating toy milking out your sweet spot still going as a mixture of clear-white came to coat Malachi’s dick. He hadn’t eased you in, hadn’t given into the foreplay he’d usually tease you with, even when he normally hate-fucked you. 

“You know better..hng, been taught, time, and time again… hah,” You tried to squeeze your legs shut to keep him out, but the hands keeping you lifted moved to violently pull your knees apart. You fell onto his chest with a choke, the sweat dripping from your cheeks mixing with the caked layer on his chest. “You’re just making it too easy for me to punish you, huh?”

You muffled through the gag, prating incomprehensibly as the painful overstim of your lower half was worsened by this new, weak position. 

Malachi lazily rutted up into you while coming off his high, pressing your hips down each time to enter deeper. He always went to the hilt of his cock, so deep inside that it made your walls ache and splinter. 

“I’d almost say you’re a masochist fr’me,” He panted, lifting you by the jaw to look into his eyes. “ Wanna be pounded by me for flirting with other guys, cheatin like a common streetwalker, mm’?”

You shook your head, unable to see him but knowing those green eyes were boring into you. 

“Seems like you still don’t fucking get it then. Well, we’ll be here until you do.” 

The gag was pushed deeper down your throat with his thumb, hips rising as he let go of spreading your cheeks to stabilize you. Skin smacked against skin as he pounded up, letting your poor hips fall each time he burrowed out. 

“I can’t!” You muffled, the tight pain of another rising orgasm coming beginning to blind you. You couldn’t take this one, your body wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

Attempting to slide off, you tried to maneuver your legs away, arms still bound as you struggled to inch off of him. If he was as tired as you, maybe you’d get a chance away. 

“Oh no you don’t,” He growled, digging blunt nails into the fat of your thighs with one hand, while the other tugged at your scalp. “Think you get to rest? Get a chance to relax after cheating on me?”

The encircling vibrator was turned up tenfold with the sudden drop of your hair, fingers moving to tug at your ear. “No way, not leaving until I THINK you’ve suffered enough.” 

Malachi got close, licking a long stripe inside its canal as he jutted into your weeping entrance faster. The squeaks of the mattress made you cringe, hearing the wetness of his cum layering between your ass and thighs, falling to the sweaty sheets. 

His heaves for air grew louder, pushing your shoulders back to force you upright again. You still slouched, even with Malachi’s arm tugging your restrained hands down backwards. 

“Gonna take my cock like the.. Hungry whore you’ve been..take it till you’re sorry. And even then, Hah…” He laughed, a pissed and out of breath laugh that made him work harder to bruise your furiously drenched hole. “--still won’t stop cumming inside of you.”

You could only crack a groan each time his hips snapped up, in rhythm with his movement as you felt the vibrator bring you to the brink of another painful, consuming orgasm. Tears and drool dripped from your face alike as you prayed for him to nearly have his fix, lest you pass out from the ecstasy and suffering of another round. Atleast it wasn’t another painful edge session, your hazy mind tried to comprehend. Though at this point, you wondered if that’d have been better. 

“Waz.. Mnph, Drunk..” You tried to choke from the bundled up gag, hoping maybe he’d offer you some sympathy out of your previous lack of inhibition. 

“Sorry, baby. Doesn’t matter, still actin like you wanna fuck other guys n’ front of me,” He circled his hips upward, watching as your already open mouth created a sweet ‘O.’ You couldn’t help the noises you released anymore, not when he used what you liked and abused it--  but your moans seemed to satisfy Malachi.  “But you ready to say you’re sorry? Make it up to me, yeah?”

You nodded your head erratically,, wanting this to end no matter what you had to do. You were exhausted, the lessening vibrator making you sigh in relief despite the aching bruising still inflamed by the plunging cock hilted inside of you.

“Awe, you’re so cute. It’s not enough, though. Say sorry all you want, I wanna hear you.” The evil trick of the calming vibrator had snuffed your awareness, making you jolt when it was snapped back to a level 10. “But I’m not letting you off the hook when you still got so much left to pay for.”

[5h4d]

Boycotts and sanctions have limited effect. They're especially useless against countries, that have built their economies around being mostly independent from foreign investment (e.g. Russia).

Where they do work though, is when they're leveraged against our allies - countries whose economies are very much tied to the west. This is how apartheid South Africa fell and it's how apartheid Israel might fall.

We probably won't see any sanctions coming from the west any time soon. At least not without putting pressure on our representatives. In the mean time here's a list of companies that have the highest stake in the suffering of Palestinians. Please refrain from purchasing products of Israel and especially products from these companies.

Don't be neutral in the face of fascism. Don't be neutral in the face of 75 years of oppression, settler colonialism and genocide. Fight for Palestine and fight for human rights in any way you can.

[trqueenn]

My day🍅💕

[b-d-hitman-extraordinaire]

Oh yeah they’ve got cemeteries in Lego City too

I’m gonna snap yer spine if ya don’t shut it

[baewritez]

Just A Little Touch Up (0)

( Aaron Pierre X Plus Size OC )

Summary : The black and white life of a makeup artist is given color by A-List Client

Tags : Work Place Romance , Age Gap , Plus Size OC , BDSM , 18 +

 How does one find themselves bent over a kitchen counter with their hands tied behind their back? Better yet how does one find themselves pent under one of the most beautiful men to grace my eyes?! But that is it; that is what holds the answer. If you were to ask how I ended up in this position, I would say it was an exchange of looks, eyes full of desires, wants, needs so pure like honey that you could almost taste its sweetness. His eyes, like crashing waves held me captive fixed in place while a smirk started to spread on his face. I want to be the next thing spread across those juicy pump lips, as if thunder rolled out his lips so confidently, he said “So do you know how long we are in hair and makeup for?” his voice piercing the darkest part of my desires leaving with a newfound longing.  

Strumming over my words “t-t-t-two hours I think” warm air filled the trailer blowing past him as he walked up the stairs closing the door as he stepped in. His cologne of warm nutmeg and patchouli oil filled the air as I fought the urge to take a deep breath. “Thanks, my assistant and manager won’t be on set til 9:00am so it’s just me and you.” Looking up at him I felt like a dwarf, and he was a skyscraper as he moved closer towards me. “Um that is okay I think I can be finished with your makeup before then. You can sit here.” I gestured with my hand to the black makeup chair in front of me. He held out his large hand towards me. “I am Aaron” I looked at the veins near his knuckles; my mouth started to water as I tried to swallow my thirst down. The image of his big hands grabbing my curly puff and pulling flashed in my mind. SLAPPING my hand down I took a step a back and smiled. My heartbeat was like an alarm in my ear at just the idea of being close to him set it into a frenzy. “Would you like a water or coffee?”  His hand slowly went back down to his side as confusion blossomed on his face, but he gently brushed off the interaction and exchange. As he started to get settled into the seat his bulky frame filled the space around me as I instinctively grabbed the counter behind me. A look of concern washed over his face as his handsome facial features scrunched up. Holding up both of his hands the white shirt and black leather jacket raised up to show his chiseled deep v leading to what I could only think was euphoria “I don’t bite, Love” his husky voice breaking the awkward silence. But all I wanted was for him to leave bite marks and hickeys where no one could see and even in places where they could be seen. I wanted him to show the world that I was his; but that was a fantasy. “So, water, right?” My voice trembled, as I started to break my gaze from his charcoal jeans as it now covered the valley of ecstasy. Slowly tracing up past his white v neck t-shirt into his hazelnut brown and storm cloud eyes taking in his clear and blemish free skin. “Water is perfect, Love.” he replies. Aaron moves his arm to rest of the side arm of the chair and he places his hand on chin and rests it on his full amber beard. Taking a deep breathe I turned to face the counter and mirror; I bent down opening the mini fridge to grab a cool bottle of water as a shiver ran down my spine. Coming up from the fridge I am stopped in my tracks as I glance into the mirror only to be frozen in time as Aaron’s eyes created a fire in his wake. I am the match, and he was setting me ablaze his eyes moving from legs to my ass gliding up like a feather. My palms start to form sweat beads became clammy. It’s as if I was rubbed up against a balloon the hair on my neck and arm stands small shocks pulse throughout my body. The sound of our heavy breathing and the humming of the ac unit filled my ears. He was my Hades making me his Persephone as his bottom lip is captured by his teeth. My mouth is left open the idea of his thick finger filling that emptiness sends another shiver down my spine and my body goes relax. The thud of the bottle snaps both of us out of drunken stupor.

** A/N : I hope i didn't keep you waiting too long. If you like the preview let me know. Welcome to BaeWritez where desire can be fulfilled. - XOXO BAE

[kociamieta]

haha ha hi @simcardiac-arrested . im afraid i like her

[louksna-0]

God if I could describe how I fully feel about this man....well the edgy ass peter is as usual singing about depravities he would "like" to do.

I don't condone or promote the actions speaken in the lyrics

By the way, go support me on tiktok!

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

Alastor - [ HIDDEN HEARTSTRINGS Pt. 2 ]

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A/N: Don't kill me please guysss! I started like 3 classes last week so I haven't had time to write!

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ] + [ SLIGHT BDSM ] + [ CREAMPIE ] + [ BRANDING ]

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Swallowing your pride was easier said than done. Every nerve in your body screamed to move away from Alastor, cower somewhere safe and out of his reach, even if it wouldn't do you much good. He could do as he pleased with you, demand your obedience as he saw fit, and force your compliance without a second thought.

All of that imminent control loomed over your head and weighed your chest with anxiety while the courage to speak faltered, but as scared as he made you feel, he still felt like the safest person to be around.

Sitting there, in his lap, alone with no chance of avoiding him, was personalized torture. You hadn't muttered a completely coherent phrase since he'd brought you to the Radio Tower, face burning rose red as your brows knitted together with worry and your eyes fixed on the details of his suit rather than his face. You noted how smooth and taut the fabric spread over his form; you'd always been aware of how much larger the stag was compared to you; his thighs were firm against your ass which helped spread your softer ones apart. If you so much as shifted an inch or he decided to lift his leg, your skirt would ride up and reveal what was hidden underneath. A perfect position to rut in, a prime opportunity to alleviate the ache building in your cunt, but you refused to admit or show the desire to do so in his presence.

You'd have to take care of it yourself later in the evening like always. The objective of walking out of this intense situation was your concern at the moment, and so you lifted your head to stare at him, hopefully.

“What I said earlier…” you trailed off as Alastor hummed, a low crackle coating the noise as he brought a hand to rest under his chin. You watched as he leaned back, utterly relaxed, waiting for you to continue.

The smirk on his face annoyed you, a clear sign he either found your flustered state inconsequential or laughable. It wouldn't be abnormal for Alastor to react that way; it was his nature, and your fire little crush on him wouldn't change that.

I might as well get this over with…

Your face fell into a pout, hands raising to hug your arms to ease the goosebumps rising on your skin. “What I said earlier was in the heat of the moment. You're my master, and I see you as nothing more..”

The lie stung your tongue as it slipped off, gaze hardening to mask the disappointment felt in yourself for doing so.

Alastor remained silent; an elongated beat of anticipation hung above you both, growing denser as his predatory red eyes bore into yours. “I see,” he muses, voice low and thoughtful, but his smile strained.

“You feel nothing for me at all, my dear?”

You nod timidly, counting the seconds until he lets you off his lap and allows you to leave, “Nothing at all.” You repeat, gulping a whimper down as his free hand kneads the fat of your hips. “I'm not sure I believe that, darling. You’ll need to prove it to me.”

Your eyes widen, your tummy backflips, and your hands ball into tight fists as panic sets into your bones.

He couldn't be serious?!…

“W-what? How am I supposed to do that?!” you whined defiantly, frustrated with the stag and unbearably antsy.

Now, he was toying with you. Like always, you didn't deem that fair on his part -as if he ever played by any rules.

Alastor cocked his head to the side, “Oh, I think you're well aware of how sweetheart. It's truly a matter of what you prove to me by the end.” The commotion of radio static overlapped his voice heavily, emphasizing his hidden command with demonic prowess, and your body buzzed with unbridled fear at the sound.

What the hell is he talking about?..

Wait…

Within seconds, your brain caught up to his implication, and your hips instinctively bucked forward. Embarrassment crept up your spine, written all over your face as the overload chuckled at the impulsive action.

It would help if you had forced yourself up; you should've put up more of a fight as his hand on your hip lowered to slip under your skirt and up your inner thigh. It would help if you had leaped away, ran, or done anything to distance yourself and Alastor.

Yet, all you could manage was a soft, “Please don't..” as he touched you, but your plead received no compliance. Your body betrayed your consciousness; arousal pooled on his deft digits as he pushed two past your lace panties and straight into your eager cunt. The unusual invasion had your walls clamping down hard, spasming with need as he roughly curled his clawed fingers forward, and you yelped in shock at the immediate assault of your sweet spot. You weren't accustomed to being stretched by anyone else besides yourself, used to your fingers, but constantly thinking of having Alastor’s inside of you instead.

He was anything but a gentle demon, so you'd conclude that he'd be brutal in bed, but it still overwhelmed you. “You're not convincing me very well, little one.” his free hand found your face, clutching it tight as he dragged your head up to pull you closer. You whimpered as his nails pricked your soft skin, adding to the mix of agony and amazement you felt while he stretched your cunt in an unpredictable pattern.

“I. I don't feel anything for you. I’m not lying-ah! Nngh! Mm..” you writhed in his grasp, trying to pull away but only amplifying the friction of his hand against your cunt. Alastor pressed his palm to your clit, dragging a surprised scream from you as he rubbed slow circles on it. You lost it then, mind shutting off as he edged you tirelessly, and the added pressure on your bundle of nerves collided with the fullness his fingers provided.

Alastor hovered his lips above yours, drinking in your sultry whines and bashful moans. The fear never faded from your eyes; battling the lust that threatened to take its place and seeing the conflict in your innocent nature had his blood running hot.

Ruin you.

He wanted nothing more than to chip away at your indifferent demeanor, know just how soft and gullible you could be for him, and figure out how to abuse it until your soulbinding contract extended to ownership of your body.

His cock twitched to life at the thought of fucking you, dumb; hearing you admit over and over again that your affection for him knew no bounds doused his being in pure excitement.

A growl rumbled in Alaster's chest; his antlers grew larger with every desperate moan you let out, and his ears twitched upon hearing them reach a higher pitch.

You were dangerously close to your end, thighs quivering from the force of his hand thrusting against your slippery folds, slick dribbling down your inner thighs, which created an absolute mess on his lap.

“Look where your sweet little lie got you, my dear. Desperate for pleasure and willing to whore yourself out to me to prove a pathetic point..” The coil in your stomach wound tighter as the owner of your soul belittled you; the harsh word should've wounded you and made your senses reignite, but all it achieved was bringing tears to your eyes.

Bit by bit, your self-esteem declined, dulling the pride that ruled your heart and scattering to the furthest parts of your brain as he curled his fingers forward against a spongy sweet spot. “Oh fuck!” you shouted, trying to raise your hips away from him as a dizzying high rushed through your veins, steadying yourself by fisting the lapel of his suit for dear life. Alsstor turned his gaze downward, breathing in the scent of your cum with a pleased him vibrating in his chest as the creamy liquid drenched his hand, “Never imagined a tiny thing like you could make such a mess .” He slowed his pace, milking your cunt for all it was worth, marveling at how much cum he could extract from you with just his touch.

You shivered violently, choking on wanton screams and feeling lightheaded as he continued to stretch your gummy walls. If he didn't let up soon, you'd unravel again, faster than the first time, and so with the last bit of your self-awareness, you slumped forward into his chest before pulling your head to whisper in his ear.

“Wanna feel you, please.. I'll say whatever you wanna hear. Just fill me up, please.” The hold you had on his coat tightened, your claws elongating as a feverish need built in your core again, intensifying as Alastor nipped at your ear. You jolted, whimpering as his fangs drew blood from you, and the roar of white noise died down to allow his average voice clarity as he muttered into your skin. “Begging becomes you, my dear.”

The satisfied laugh he let out burned you, consumed you entirely, and though it felt cruel to hear it, you smiled proudly.

Your desperation pleased him. That was all you cared to know or think of as he withdrew his slender, blackened fingers from your generously stretched entrance. He left you empty, dripping with excitement and purring in his ear for more.

“Mmm, sweet, you are a little one. You should have a taste as well,” Alastor lapped at his hand, tongue lazily running from the heel of his palm to the tip of his claws, savoring your essence with a widening grin before pushing a single-digit pad on your lips. “Mphm,” you whine as you suck, eyes rolling as the mixture of your drool, his saliva, and the lingering residue of your cum dissipates onto your tongue like melting honey. He watched you intently, finding your willingness adorable, “Yes, just like that little one. Give me your all…show me how filthy you can be..”

His praise was enough to make you come again, untouched but gushing as if he'd shoved his fingers back inside you. The blush on your cheeks grew, shy whines spilling past your spit-slick lips, muffled as he replaced his hand with his own. Alastors tongue found yours, forcing it to compete for dominance, though it was apparent you were far from intelligent thought, and you let him explore your mouth as he pleased.

Borboun, blood, & brimstone.

That's what the Radio Demon tasted like, and you greedily accepted one heated kiss after the next, mewling and trembling as he sunk his fangs into your bottom lip. The deliberate pain he inflicted shocked you into a stupor; blood doused your tongue and consequently coated his as well. Alastor groaned in delight as you squirmed against helplessly, fearing the taste of your blood and afraid he'd draw more of it if you didn't break yourself away from him. He let you struggle, pants tightening at his crotch, an almost painful pulse coursing through his cock as your small body tried to peel away from him.

“Careful, little one,” he disconnects the kiss, breath fanning over your swollen lips as he warns you, and fear gets the better of you then.

Alastor could hurt you.

He would if it pleased him.

You'd crossed a line into territory no bound soul should ever do with its captor.

The limits you set not longer applied, thrown to the wind as the stag turned you in his lap, ripping your skirt and panties to shreds with a pass of his claws. You watched the fabric float to the floor at his feet, unconsciously shaking as he snaked his arms around your chest and waist, hugging you close like a puppet tied to his strings. You were exactly that, a frightful little thing who could barely think straight as he reached to undo the front of his pants, pulling his cock free with a heavy growl in your ear.

Your eyes went wide, feeling his length against your Lowe back, warm, throbbing, and not a size you could take in one go -let alone for the first time. “That's not going to fit-,” He rutted against you, silencing your apprehension with a statiky groan, “Nonsense, sweetheart. You've done splendidly for me so far. I know you'll be just fine..” Alastor had lost control of his voice, letting it slip into normalcy as lust clouded his judgment, and the minuscule deviation made you dizzy.

Did you entice him that much to the point he faltered in his persona?

Fascinating.

A shallow giggle left your lips as he mumbled obscenities into your ear, switching between adamant praise and shameless degradation while his shadow tendrils materialized around your thighs. You squealed quietly as they dug into your skin, lifting you off his lap just high enough to hover your count over his cock. “Take a breath, darling,” Alastair whispered, a hint of care in his tone, and you craned your head to give him a curious look, “Why-?! Alastor! Fuck, wait!-” You yelped as his shadows pulled you down onto him with force, knocking the wind out of your chest and gradually splitting your cunt open to fit him entirely.

It hurt like hell, as if you were being ripped down the middle, but as quickly as the agony began, pleasure burned in its wake. Alastair felt it first, antlers doubling my size as his claws dug into your skin and his patience waning thin. Your creamy walls engulfed him deliciously, a feeling he could only describe as heavenly, intensifying with every resistant jut of your hips.

“S’ too much! Al, please,” you cry, out of breath and lightheaded. One glance downward, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to take much more, a small mound already visible in your stomach and your cunt squelching as he shifted underneath you. “Oh, but you feel so divine, little one.” He coos in your ear, growling a curse when you sink on his cock inch by inch, and your hands fly to grip at his larger ones that rest over your breasts and abdomen.

His encouragement rings in your ears like bells, diverting your frenzied doubts long enough for your body to be tense, allowing his shadows to bring you down.

Thank satan, I’m dead already, or this would surely be my end…

Alastor groaned loudly, head tipping back, crackling waves of white noise emitting from him as you took all he had to offer. “Knew you could do it, baby. Fuck, I’m so proud…of you,” the overload drawled lazily, smiling softly as you went weak against him, mindlessly rolling your hips to take him deeper.

To hell with thinking about anything. You found no use for it being stuffed full with no choice of escape.

You thought about him all day.

Did what he asked of you, obediently and without complaint.

Caring for him was bound to happen; craving to know what it felt like to have him all to yourself couldn’t be helped, so why deny this glorious opportunity to quell both desires?

Strings attached or not, you wanted him and couldn’t bear lying about it any longer.

A sick smile etched its way onto your face, spreading wide as you took control of your hips, setting a timid pace to get accustomed to his size. Alastor huffed a laugh, head tucked in your shoulder, fangs nipping at any skin he could reach while you slid up and down his length. It was no easy task for a fragile demoness like yourself, the little strength you had dwindled quicker every time the head of his cock hit your cervix. Yet, you couldn't stop moaning louder, slamming down harder to feel the burning stretch that followed tingles of pleasure as your warm walls committed the very shape of him to memory.

Alastor peered at your face, red eyes glowing as they zeroed in on your twisted expressions—satisfaction, pain, determination, and desperation.

He'd never imagined you to make such faces, used to seeing your usual sweet smile that could melt the coldest heart or the delicate frown you'd present when something didn't go your way. You hid a lot from others, him exceedingly, and he couldn't be you for it.

However, if this is what you looked like, delirious and nearly fucked out, he wouldn't mind seeing you express yourself in his presence.

All that need in your eyes when you levered your head back, the stars in them when he began to meet your tired thrusts with vigorous ones of his own, and the blissful scream you let out in gratitude amounted to a resolution he'd previously set aside.

Owning your soul would never be enough.

No, the radio demon needed a tangible claim to you, a mark of some sort to let every being in hell know your body belonged to him.

“Tell me, do you wish to be mine, Y/n?…” he held your gaze, hands finding your hips to slow the rise of them, and you immediately whined an answer to his question from the loss of friction. “Yes..w-whatever you want from me, I'll g-give it… hmm.” your skin crawled as the knot in your stomach begged to slip free, enduring solid strokes from the demon holding you, shamelessly covering you into another deal.

One that'd leave more than a green chain around your neck.

Alastors ears twitched at your confession, signaling his amusement, but the action went unnoticed by you as he hovered a hand over your chest. “A wise choice, my dear,” he muses, a green glow passing from your palm to the center of your chest, eliciting an intricate sigil on your skin. You glanced down, admiring the distinctive red markings on your skin, and you could only describe the sight as endearing.

He hummed as you clung tighter to him, trying to speak but giving up as he relented his steady strokes to rapid thrusts. Your mouth fell open, back arching away from his chest as you erupted into a fit of high-pitched moans. It crossed your mind for a second that the entirety of hell might hear you, that heaven might very well know his name solely from your screams, but you could care less.

Alastor did not seem to mind either, grunting and growling in your ear lowly. The tremor of his overlay shattering as his cock twit he'd inside you and his grin pulling itself taut as your slippery cunt suffocated it in response. You were close, deathly aware of it too, but intended to last as long as he did.

Intended, but ultimately unsuccessful.

“For the love of- Alastor!” you groaned incredulously, losing your grip on reality as his shadows wrapped around your knees, bringing them in close together before pressing into your chest. The new angle made you feel every vein in his cock, how it fits just right in your womb, how hard it could press into your sweet spot.

It made you delirious within seconds, your horns revealing themselves and nails digging into the back of his hands viciously as your high reached its peak.

“Fuck!” Alastor hissed, disregarding his aversion to cursing while you came, walls holding him in with a vice-like grip. A shaky whine tumbled from you as your essence leaked out, coating his comic in a thick sheen and turning cold as it trickled down your skin.

There was so much of it, more than you were used to, but it made it all the easier for him to continue slamming up into you. “M’ going to come again if you don't stop,” you mumbled dazedly, body going weak as overstimulation raced through it, but Alastor paid your warning no mind. “Then so be it, little one,” he purred, voice more profound than usual as it ran in your head. You smiled mischievously, giddy after coming down from an intense high and on the verge of another as he used you like a ragdoll.

Your delighted giggles stirred Alastor, creating a lethal combination with your unapologetic smile as he chased his release. The red markings on your chest caught his eye, dimly glowing under his scrutiny and a visual reminder to you both what this exchange meant.

You reached a hand up to trace over the sigil on your chest, shivering as he watched your fingertips gingerly graze his binding on you. The docile action drew him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside you as he painted your walls white. You writhed in pleasure, mewling softly as your stomach swelled slightly, and your thighs shook from the intensity of your reaching end in the midst of his.

Alastor inhaled sharply, radio waves humming through the air as he finished, refusing to pull out of you entirely until he was sure you'd taken every drop of his cum. The specters on your legs vanished, leaving you to slump back into his chest, and you considered falling to the floor in fear he'd put you there himself.

You were surprised when he didn't do so, opting to settle his head in the crook of your neck while trying to catch his breath for a moment before sitting straight up again. Alastor let a beat of silence pass, straightening himself up to look decent but not saying a word to you as the air of lust evaporated. You frowned, a little hurt he wasn't speaking, but primarily concerned if you disappointed him.

You went to stand up, head hanging low as you considered what to do or say, but a force tugged you back down into his lap. The mark on your chest stung a bit, only calming when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, “M’ sorry!” you quickly rushed out an apology, afraid of his possible wrath, but he merely chuckled at your sudden fear.

“There's no need to fret, little one. I mean, you no harm from here on out so long as you remain at my side..” the stag emphasized his demand by trailing a hand from the cum induced hump in your abdomen to the etchings on your chest. A timid blush rose in your cheeks as the radio demon hummed melodically, admiring his work on you as he snapped his fingers. The room was no longer stuffy, spacious, and filled with his scent.

Your eyes trailed the expanse of the new view, familiar with it despite only visiting his room once before for a few moments. It felt cozier than you remembered, or maybe exhaustion was getting to you.

Whatever the case was, you were simply happy to be in his space, perplexed by the arrangement but grateful for it nonetheless. Alastor held you steady in his arms, letting you marvel at the room as he guided you toward the nearest sofa. “You don't have a bed?” you asked him innocently, concerned that he wasn't getting proper rest, but he didn't seem to be bothered by your questioning.

“I'm not one to rest often, my dear.” he sat you down on the plush couch, smile softening as you stared up at him, ears flattening while worry clouded your tired eyes. “How do you not sleep, Alastor? Aren't you ever tried?..” you looked him up and down, blushing as he laughed, “Are you always this curious, little one, or does your special interest in me make you bolder than usual?”

“N-no, it's just that…” you paused, watching as he summoned himself to change clothes, doing the same for you with a wave of his hand. Alastor took his time addressing, waiting for you to continue explaining with a knowing smile plastered on his face.

You avoided staring at him as he changed, catching a glimpse of scars on his body as he slipped on a white dress shirt, and you swore it looked just as good on him as the red and black one he always wore did.

“Don't keep me waiting, doll. Speak.” He scolded, amused by your stalling but not a fan of unfinished sentences. You gulped, becoming skittish as his command hung in the air, but complying within seconds

“I just hoped to spend a little more time with you. Besides what we just…” you couldn't put it into words, biting your tongue at the recent memory, and you half expected Alastor to disregard your implication, but he did nothing of the sort.

“The seal I've placed on you won't allow you to leave my side unless I explicitly give my permission. If you're asking to stay the night with me, I can assure you I've already decided you'll do so.”

You blinked, smiling wide as he rested a hand on your head, petting you just as he'd done in the hotel lobby.

“I don't think I'd ever want to leave your side anyway,” you mumbled absentmindedly, leaning into his touch as he crouched down to be eye level with you, “So, it's settled then. You'll need no one else besides me, correct?”

You nod, eyes lighting up with pure submission, “Yes, sir.”

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Someone said Alastor stands when he sleeps and just stares at a wall in his room and I think that's fucking haliarous. Imagine walking in on him sleeping and he literally flinches from shock and falls backward on his ass cause he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until someone startles him. In all honesty he is me and I'm him cause I don't sleep either. ❤️

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

He’s so…corny but fucking cute so I’ll let it slide THIS TIME… also I love it when his eyes narrow like oh my god yes glare at meeee silly red takes mann! ❤️ credit to creator!

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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.

[lisa972kdlz]

Poor Slash xD

Of course, what he says is just my interpretation of him, I just thought it suited him.

My English skills are limited to Deepl and Worldreference, so don't hesitate to ask me about formulations/vocabulary, and I'd be delighted to learn a little more!

(French version comes just next)

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Lisa belongs to the Existential Questioning