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I supposedly posted all the ask event fics to AO3 but I don't know how to use that platform as a poster (esp since I posted it anonymously) so! idk we'll see i guess

edit: nvm i'm just impatient, the site did as it should've! you can find it here -> various short fics <3 it should make life a bit easier if anyone wants to scroll thru the stuff i put out during that event and future events

Is it ok to ask for 🐭🚹×✝️🚹+🍋? Sydlar nation is a small one, but we all equally love to see those two kissing, and happy 69 followers :3

But ofc!! I love to see them kissing as well, and love writing it even more. I did their genitals as die rolls as per usual but they came up as AFAB and AMAB again so I guess my dice really do like trans people. Not that I'm gonna complain but like... anyways may the Sydlar nation prosper o7

Thanks for participating in my ask event! :) This is the last request!

A big thank you to everyone who participated in this event! It's ended by now, but I'll host another one at 169 followers (or when I feel like it. I can be mysterious and spontaneous too yk)

Synopsis; Local crazy stalker gets religiously tamed

Prompt: Kylar x Sydney (Smut) / CW: Kylar (endearing), stalking, rite of promise, breeding kink - both characters are male, Kylar = AFAB, P!Sydney = AMAB (dice rolls) + bonus F! Sirris and GN! Jordan

Forget Your Faith

Kylar couldn't remember what his parents looked like as anything other than their current... sickly state. He often found himself looking up at that big painting in their manor, wondering if it was accurate or off in any ways. If it was off in every way, or just a few, and how it was off, if at all. The constant gloom of their manor, because the lights didn't really work after their electricity got cut off some years back, was oppressive. He's lived in it for long enough that he's simultaneously gotten rid off and regained his fear of the dark. He knows the shadows well. Well enough to know he should be scared of it, even if he was one with it.

His only sanctuary from that painting's baleful gaze was when he was out of the house. But, it was only a getaway from the painting. The outside world didn't like him either. Classmates would pick on him endlessly, he'd get any spare change on him stolen by lunch, and he's never left school without a couple fresh bruises from the regular hallway encounters. He only had two places of respite: a park bench barely under the shade of a tree, and by Sydney's side.

Sydney was hard to be around for various reasons, so he preferred his bench most days. But, when it was rainy and he couldn't stand the usual earthy dampness of a wet wooden bench, he'd stay with Sydney in the library after school. It was... difficult for Kylar to stay around the devout boy for too long, though he never wanted to leave when he did finally visit the strawberry blonde's little area in the back. It was a quaint, comfortable area, and Sydney would always smile when he saw Kylar, like his presence was some great thing. It made a maddeningly warm feeling explode in his chest every time, and Kylar couldn't quite tell if he liked it or not.

Regardless, he was here today. He sat in some random chair he'd pulled over from a vacant table nearby, idly listening to whatever studious thing Sydney was trying to talk to him about this time. "You know, you should join the temple! We could spend more time together there after the library closes." Sydney randomly spoke up after a few moments of silence, and Kylar frowned vaguely. He went to deny the offer, like all the thousand times before, but he paused. It would let him stay with Sydney longer. He's never even been inside the temple before, considering the nuns and monks shoo him off every time he gets past the first few steps.

Kylar's uncharacteristic silence made Sydney beam, hopeful. "W-Well, I guess I could. W-Would you help me join?" Kylar murmured, a bit bashful at needing someone's help to do something like this, but his apprehension melted a bit once he saw the pure joy on Sydney's face. Maybe it would be like a date. The thought made his cheeks warm and he turned his face away to hide it, only to be dragged into an even warmer hug by Sydney. "Of course! I'll talk to Jordan about it, and take you to them whenever you're ready! I can't wait to see you at the temple!" Kylar shivered as he felt the other man's breath tickle the ends of his hair. Suddenly, he was rather self-conscious about how his smelled; Sydney smelled good, like vanilla and caramel, but he never felt like he could get the smell of his house off himself. If Sydney smelled anything odd on him, he gave no hint of it when he pulled back and grinned at Kylar. He couldn't help but faintly smile back.

It took a week to meet Jordan, and they were kind enough to him. Gave him the rundown, did a very invasive virginity test that Kylar had to be held down by several nuns for, and welcomed him to the temple. Sydney gave Kylar a tour of the place, positively beaming the whole while, and that was that. A couple more weeks flew by, and Kylar was spending enough time away from home that he only had to change to a different house's breaker twice. Normally, he had to do it much more or his neighbors would get suspicious that someone was stealing their electricity. He's had enough officers show up on his doorsteps for that specifically. One more time and they might actually try to slap a charge on him. The temple's also, unsurprisingly, a great place to learn more about Sydney.

They've spent a few years apart, given his family situation, so after spending some time with him again, Kylar's had the profound feeling that he doesn't know Sydney all that well. So, he's gotten to digging. Well, it's more like he's gotten to watching. The tall ceilings provided great coverage and the textured walls were easy to climb. He's seen how Sydney rarely speaks to the other initiates, only saying the minimum words necessary. How he smiles, but only barely, when even Jordan approaches for a few words. At first, he was madly jealous—after all, none of them deserved Sydney. Then, Kylar felt immense pride. While Kylar would've preferred it if Sydney gave none of them the time of day, he still reserved the brightest smiles and nonsensical tangents just for him. For Kylar. Only Kylar.

It was obvious that they'd get promised, wasn't it? Of course, they'd get married and have a large family some day, though Kylar wished it would come sooner rather than later. But, as their casual talks melted into something more intimate, so did Kylar's patience at it reached its limit. He would stare when Sydney would fiddle with his pendant, wanting to see how the metal cross would look against sweaty skin. The only thing that'd snap him out of it was when Sydney inevitably asked if Kylar wanted to get a pendant too. So, when Sydney took him aside one day and confessed, Kylar was over the moon. He'd honestly thought they were already dating at that point, but he guessed a proper confession and proposal were nice to go through too. He daydreamed about how to plan the engagement proposal and their wedding all throughout the promising rite's process.

He snapped back to reality when they were together in the room again. Sydney under him, both of them completely naked, with hot wax dripping down their bodies like a scalding waterfall. He shivered in delight as he watched a drop fall from his chest onto Sydney's, and almost came just from meeting the other's gaze. The moment they got left alone, Kylar was rubbing his cunt on Sydney's cock. "A-Ah, wait, Kylar-" Sydney started, but he'd already started impaling himself on his beloved's fat dick. Kylar moaned as he slammed his hips down eagerly, stuffed full and delirious from the feeling of their virginities fading at the same time. He couldn't even feel the pain of it, especially not when he began to ride Sydney like his life depended on it. He certainly knew the future lived of their children did, at least.

Sydney would whimper with every movement down, and he'd groan erotically with every equal move up. Kylar didn't keep track of the noises he himself was making, or the things he was mindlessly babbling as he treated his beloved's dick like his favorite toy. He wasn't even vaguely disappointed neither of them brought lube—Kylar's juices were enough for both of them. He glanced at where they were connected and felt himself clench around Sydney when he saw the creamy white film all over their crotches. That must've been the breaking point for his future husband, though. Sydney reached up and gripped onto Kylar's waist, panting beneath him for a moment as he forced Kylar to stay still, even with all his whining and squirming. Then, he began to thrust up into him, and Kylar felt truly loved.

Kylar came once just a few short moments after Sydney had gained control, and then twice when he continued to hammer up into him. He could feel the tip of Sydney's cock kiss his cervix with every apex, dragging along his far too sensitive walls all the while. He was both relieved and very sad when it ended, though he also felt a great satisfaction when Sydney came inside him. He wished he had a plug or something to keep his lover's cum deep in there, crying to himself when it all came flowing out the moment Sydney pulled out. Oh well. At least he had his beloved Sydney all to himself from now on, right?

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currently redownloading the Sims 4 so i can put all the DoL characters in a single world and just watch as shit happens

on an unrelated note;

worm Dragon PC (massive WIP)

CITIZEN!!!! YOU HAVE MADE ME EXTREMELY PROUD (AND HORNY) THANK YOU YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING DO NOT LET ANYBODY SHAME YOU INTO THINKING OTHERWISE YOU ARE THE GREATEST GIFT TO OUR NATION!!!! ❤

Black wolf mpreg nation out!!! ❤

(PS IT WOULD BE GREATLY AMAZINGLY SWAG IF YOU DREW THAT (YOU DON'T HAVE TO) IT WOULD BE JUST REALLY COOL TO SEE MORE GH X BW CONTENT LOVE YOU CITIZEN BE THE FREAKIEST GREATNESS YOU CAN BE NEVER LOSE MOTIVATION ❤)

TYSM! means the world coming from the national representative <3 I normally just say i'm bad at stuff bc i know my potential and i ain't quite there just yet so dw abt needing to praise me or anything <33

and i also think it would be greatly amazingly swag to draw it so i did :)

uncensored vers. is on reddit again lmfao (link to said reddit post) (the reddit post also has the OG dragon bw mpreg drawings too, tho they're unchanged)

Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy

I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; bully gets bullied

Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)

Schooling the Uncouth

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

the end ->w<- words : 1,106

🪶🐴⛅️?

I love u anon. Great Hawk and Alex in one request?? I must be in heaven. you've blessed me i love them both sm they're my favorites

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I don't think I'll get the last two done before next week (busy weekend) but I'll try to at least get one! :) Anyways I love writing abt bad things happening to characters I don't particularly enjoy (Remy) <3

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; attack bird

Prompt: Great Hawk & Alex (Wholesome) / CW: GH got an ouchie :(, Remy getting what she fuckin deserves - Alex = GN, GH = female, and GH is a beastperson + bonus F! Remy (only mentioned)

A Phoenix Downed

Alex didn't get visitors at their farm often, and when they did, it usually wasn't a good thing. The only people they liked to see were their business partners and the very rare kind stranger just stopping by for directions. So, when a giant harpy crash landed in the middle of one of their fields, they were hesitant. She was massive, even for a beastperson, and one of her wings was bent at an odd angle that Alex couldn't possibly imagine was natural. They were a bit scared of getting close to her, but their concern won out when they heard her painful cried echo through the air.

"You alright, miss harpy lady?" They frowned as they carefully approached, a hand on their sunhat and a hand on the phone in their pocket. They'd call animal control if they didn't already know what the bastards would do to her, but they wouldn't be capable of fighting off such a huge bird, even if she was already wounded. She looked up at him from where she was splayed on the ground, clearly getting ready to growl or swat at them. "It's okay! I ain't here to hurt ya. Or touch ya at all, really." They kept their distance from her and she seemed to calm down, at least to a manageable degree. She moved to sit up and subsequently winced, though she kept her eyes trained on Alex. She must not be very trusting of other people. Or, at least not humans.

"You gotta be in a lot of pain, right? I know you don't trust me, but I can help ya." Alex gently coaxed, crouching down near her feet. They were terrified of her lashing those talons out at them, but she didn't seem eager to do so either. She didn't move when they rummaged through their pockets and pulled out a bottle, shaking out some pills from inside. They were pain meds that were safe for both them and the various beastpeople on their farm to have, so they just kept some on them at all times for emergencies. And, well, it was probably safe for the harpy to have some too. Wild harpies couldn't be too different from their centaurs or cowgirls, right? "This is will help with the pain. It's stuff ya gotta swallow whole, since it don't taste good." They explained, holding out a couple pills to her and frowning when she glowered at them. With a sigh, they pulled another pill out the bottle and swallowed it in front of her. It was only then that she reached and took the pills from them, swallowing them just like Alex did.

The next few weeks were... interesting, if nothing else. They had let her room in the upper attic of the barn, though the cows weren't all too pleased with the new dangerous roommate that was constantly over their heads. At the very least, she knew how to pay a person back for their kindness. She would hunt down the lurkers hiding in the fields and eat them, letting Alex clear the weed-filled ones many times easier than they could before. She also let them tend to her wounds, and, after a while, began to hang around them more. She would perch on the fence they freshly rebuilt that morning and watch as they tugged at weeds or watered the various plants in their field.

"Great Hawk." She said out of the blue one day, and they paused, confused for a moment. Then it clicked and they smiled at her, tipping their hat. "Alex." They felt accomplished when they witnessed her first smile, and they felt equally bittersweet when she was fully healed and ready to head off to her home again. While they wouldn't call her a friend, per se, she had definitely endeared herself to Alex somehow. She was intelligent and oddly kind, and they thought they finally managed to get past her reserved nature. "Will be back to help." She promised softly, before taking off into the moor.

They didn't see her again until a week later, though they'd heard, and seen, a surprising amount of destruction had gone on at Remy's estate. Barns burnt down, cows and centaurs fleeing in all directions whilst terrified, and fields decimated. Alex was curious how they managed to escape being directly affected by whatever was going on just down the street, but their confusion died when they saw Great Hawk perching on the fence again. "Working on revenge. Dislike the cruel human that tried to kill me." She'd explained when Alex asked if she had any role in it, and they chuckled at her. At least they had a common enemy, right?

Over the next month, Alex watched, and vaguely helped, Great Hawk as she tore the Remy estate apart and brought it to its metaphorical knees. Surely the first hit they'd gotten on her, the one that started this, must have been a fluke, because no matter how many times they shot at her now, they never so much as grazed her flight feathers. Each unrelenting siege left them with half the land and possessions that they did the day prior, and considering Great Hawk attacked them every single night, they were running out of supplies much faster than they could get new ones in. Alex knew they had no right to feel such a way, but they were very proud of her regardless.

When Remy finally admitted defeat and abandoned her once-thriving farmlands, Great Hawk visited Alex again. She moved closer to them than she ever had before, at least without being injured and needing her wounds checked up on, and hugged them tightly. They hugged her back with a light laugh, glad to have such a weight off their shoulders, and even more glad to have made such a companion.

the end '^' words : 977

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I can't help but wonder if this is how the ancient Egyptians wrote fanfic. I also think I understand it completely on a physical level. Also! I gave the PC the wolf TF halfway thru

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I think I've run out of extra sidenotes lmfao :) But I'm also very pleased to see so many Black Wolf lovers in my inbox. (the Eden is a very nice bonus!) Clearly i've cultivated the right audience

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; PC gets pingponged between a wolf and some hunter guy

Prompt: Black Wolf x PC x Eden (Smut) / CW: Dubcon, knotting, breeding kink, pregnancy, pups, kidnapping, PC = fiendish whore <3, vague objectification(?) - BW & Eden are both AMAB & male, PC = AFAB & female + Wolf TF, and BW is a beastperson

Picking and Choosing

You grew up in this town, destined to live and die in its borders. When Bailey asked you to start bringing in money, you did so without question and actually had fun gathering as much as you could. You were the perfect product of the town; virginities sold to the highest bidders and with no single person's claim on you. Countless people had tried, but none were able to get a solid grip on you, and especially not your heart.

So when you ended up being cornered in the forest, cunt full of wolfish cock and an equally wolfish man pinning you down, you didn't think you'd stick around long after he finished. On the upside, while he had caught you off guard initially, his dick was huge and he knew how to use it well. His swollen knot pressed against your clit with every deep thrust in, and his teeth dug into your neck in a way just painful enough to make you shudder from ecstasy. You came with him when he finally managed to stuff his fat knot past your entrance, and you relished in the way the pressure built inside you. Your stomach had a clear outline of his cock, and you watched as it throbbed from within, slowly fading into your growing bulge as it pumped you far too full with cum.

To your complete surprise, when he was done and pulled back out, he slung you over his shoulder and carried you off to the wolf pack's den. The other wolves looked at and sniffed you curiously, but were shooed away when the one holding you growled. They were smaller and all silver in color—weak, at least compared to the giant one with pitch black fur that had a grip on you. "I am Black Wolf. You are my mate now. Other pack mates not allowed to touch you. Only we have pups." The wolf set you down inside the cave, oddly gentle with you all of a sudden. Then, he skulked off, howling for the others to join him in a hunt. You thought absent-mindedly to yourself that you could stay a while. It wouldn't be so bad to have a place where you could avoid Bailey's nagging.

When you grew the ears and tail of a wolf, you paid it no mind. You paid it even less mind when your stomach began to grow. It was just the natural consequence of being away from your contraceptives while also being fucked raw multiple times a day by the best cock you've had yet. Black Wolf even began to pamper you the moment your stomach began to expand, always making sure you got plenty of food and rest. He would even cuddle with you at night, when he would've previously just curled up nearby. He even growled at the other wolves when they just got close to play or keep you warm during the colder parts of the day. It was cute, and you were almost sad to see it be toned back down the moment you had the pups.

They were cute, though they all took after Black Wolf much more than they did you. The moment they were weaned off your milk and eating more solid foods, you decided to leave the den for the first time in a few months. It was refreshing to be out and about in the forest again, though you didn't miss the town in the slightest. Though, perhaps you should've stayed at your new home for just a bit longer. Just minutes after you left the wolves behind, you felt the barrel of a gun against the small of your back. You were hardly surprised when you turned around and saw a familiar face staring back at you.

There had been a man who made continuous visits to the den, though he never actually stepped foot near the cave or the open clearing just outside of it. Instead, he'd stare through the trees or bushes, always downwind of Black Wolf's sensitive nose, and his gaze would always be trained solely on you. At first, you dismissed him as some random hunter. But, he kept returning, so you decided to have a little fun with him. You'd pose or make lewd gestures, and chuckle to yourself when he'd flush and get a hungry look to him. So perhaps it was only natural that he tried to steal you away the moment you left the sanctuary given to you by the wolves.

He ravaged you on the forest floor, just like Black Wolf had done the first time, and you couldn't help but compare them in your mind. Where Black Wolf treated you like an equal of sorts, this man used you like a toy. Plenty of people did, but he managed to stand out from them. He fucked into you like you were his favorite toy, eyes filled with lustful wonder as his mouth wandered over your exposed flesh. His hands told you he felt you as an object or pet with how they kneaded at your hips mercilessly, but the way his teeth dug into the well-healed scar of Black Wolf's previous bite told you he still saw something to treasure about you. Maybe if you had more pride, or just less lust, it would've revolted you.

"I can't have you running off to the wolves again, so you'll be by my side at all times until I can trust you." The man said as you both made it back to his cabin, a collar and leash already around your neck. He looked at you from the corner of his eye and sighed when you tilted your head curiously at him. "Eden." It was like he could read your mind, and you found yourself hoping he could. Alas, he couldn't. He didn't touch you for some days, for whatever reason, and it was driving you mad. Ever since you became an adult in this town, you'd been fucked by someone at least twice a day. That's once every twelve hours at a minimum! Even Black Wolf still fucked you when you were full of his pups, though he was sure to be gentler than normal during that time.

The most you'd gone without sex was when you'd given birth, and it was only a timespan of maybe thirty hours. You knew, generally, that it was unusual, but perhaps the town's air had something in it that made your womb impervious to permanent damage. So, to go without a proper fucking for four whole days was slowly turning you into nothing less than a beast. Perhaps your place really was with the wolves, because you found yourself humping just about anything you could. Of course, your preference was Eden's leg, but you had to find other means when he was off hunting. Masturbating wasn't getting you anywhere, and this accursed man just wouldn't take his cock out. You've bitched and whined to him plenty, but he'd just mumble something and hide in some corner to jack off without you. Even the lingering smell of his cum was making you go mad.

Then, one morning, you awoke to the sound of howling. You could tell instinctually that is was Black Wolf, and he was close by. You leaped out of the bed, tugging furiously at the leash that Eden had tied strongly to the bedframe, hungry at the prospect of maybe finally getting your pussy filled again. Eden also jolted awake, probably from the ruckus you were making, though the first thing he did was frown at you. "What did I say about staying by my side?" He growled at you, but you weren't phased by it. You never were, and maybe that's the issue he took with you. "I can't help it. I'm in heat and Black Wolf actually wants to breed me. If you want me to stay so bad, put a baby in me already." You spread your legs, already sinking down to all fours on the wooden floor. You thought it was going to be the usual fruitless long shot you did a few times each day, but there was finally more than just held-back interest in his eyes.

"You actually want me to breed you?" He asked, slowly getting out of bed and moving behind you. He put his hands on your hips like he'd never touched a person lewdly before, and it almost made you rage. "Of course I do. I've been trying nonstop to get you to pump me full." You growled back at him, thrusting your hips back to roughly bump against his, and you moaned when you felt his dick's bulge against your soaked cunt. You've been endlessly wet the past couple of days, but he wouldn't let you do anything more than suck him off, so it was gratifying to finally feel something real press against you down there.

"I thought you were just going fuck me and make a break for it once you got your fill." He admitted softly, watching closely as you rutted against the front of his pants. You hummed in response, grinding against him particularly hard. "I would've if you couldn't satisfy me. But I think you'll be alright in that regard." With a chuckle, you pulled away from him and spread your pussy with a couple of fingers, letting him get a good look at just how drenched you were. "Put it in already. Fill my womb and never let it stay empty." You all but purred when he finally undid his belt and freed his impressively hard cock.

He gave no warning before thrusting inside you, and gave you to time to adjust before he began to move his hips back and forth. You could feel the burn of the stretch for once, though you were wet enough to not feel the discomfort of him going in dry. The last time it pseudo-hurt like this was when you had your virginity taken from some faceless rich guy at the brothel, and it was like a dream come true. It fueled your arousal and made you moan as loud as you could when he thrusted faster, purposefully rough on your cunt as he left what would undoubtedly be plenty of marks all over your back and neck. His blunt fingernails dug into your waist and his calloused palms brushed cruelly against your tits when he groped at them.

His cock wasn't nearly as big as Black Wolf, but the wolf was nearly twice your size, so it wasn't a surprise. You didn't hold them on the same scale, anyways. Where Black Wolf plowed through you with brute force and fierce nipping, Eden methodically unraveled you like you were a ball of twine. He would reach down and overstimulate your poor clit with his rough fingertips, then pound into you hard enough to bruise your cervix. You came several times before he hit his first climax, where you squirted even more cream over his cock as he filled you with a surprisingly large amount of cum. It felt hot inside you, and it soothed the slowly growing ache emanating from your inner walls. He's lucky you liked the brutish ones.

Thankfully, he fulfilled his promise and got you pregnant from just the one fucking, though you refused to let him give you the cold shoulder again. At least he went along with your demands now, and did his best to keep you full, even as he put in so much extra work to add an additional room, or two, to the cabin for your future children.

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yes ofc!

since you changed it from gender to genitals, I went ahead and rolled for their genders hehe. I also threw some light comedy in there lmao

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Synopsis; lesbian bird fucker 🫵 (complimentary)

Prompt: PC x GH (Smut) + Pregnancy & Eggs / CW: bird marriage, pregnancy, eggs, PC = simp, mentioned womb fucking - Both characters are female (dice rolls), PC = AFAB, GH = AMAB, and GH is a beastperson

Wife's Wishes

You were used to this awful, strange town. The people were weird by nature, and the nature was even weirder. Though odd, it was comfortable enough if you knew how to fend off the touchy ones. At some point, you even began to embrace the outright fictional events around you. A real, living furry with the animal parts baked in? They're all over town, and a lot of them are pets, so it's nothing you flinch at anymore. Some kind of plant fused into a person running around naked? You've already passed by plenty just today, and had a conversation or two with them. Multi-limbed creatures trying to swarm you from the underbrush? Honestly, you found them almost cute.

So when a very pretty harpy lady began flying over head, you weighed your options. Cons: a bird woman in the middle of the moor probably isn't a good sign, and you've already made it this far in life without ever having to lewdly touch anybody or anything. How you did that in this town is a mystery, but miracles happen sometimes. Pros: that bird woman is very hot. Usually, you aren't sexually inclined, but something about the harpy just calls to you. Quite literally, if her, frankly beautiful, screeching from above was any sign. You contemplated for a bit longer, watching closely as she circled again and again above you. You reached your conclusion when she dove down, and opened your arms welcomingly right before she picked you up with her big bird feet.

"I am Great Hawk. Wife should get comfortable." Were the harpy's first words to you upon landing at some tall tower you'd previously caught glimpses in the distance of while exploring earlier. She had set you down as carefully as a woman almost twice your size could, and took a couple steps back to give you space. She probably expected you to be panicked or surprised, but you were more disappointed that she didn't stay so close. You were eager to get a good look at her. "I will be back with gift." She took off out of the tower before you could say anything, and you decided to do as she said and make yourself at home.

When Great Hawk came back, she seemed to momentarily forget where she was. While she had been off doing whatever, you had taken the liberty to start cleaning the tower. It was a finite space, and you were very adept with cleaning by now, given all the millions of odd jobs you did around town, so it didn't take very long to at least get the dust and loose debris out of your immediate living area. Your attention turned to the harpy when she almost stumbled her landing, more focused on taking in the dramatic change of her nesting quarters. "Oh, welcome back! I thought I'd clean the place a bit while you were out." You chirped happily, drawing her attention to you. You'd torn a good portion of your clothes into pieces to make a few rags to clean with, but you assumed you wouldn't be wearing any clothes soon enough given the tendencies of things around here, so you weren't upset at all. If anything, you were just streamlining the process. She didn't wear clothing, so neither would you, right? When in Rome and all that.

"I- yes, thank you, wife..." She spoke softly, a visible mix between confused and flustered, as her eyes tried to roam but routinely ended up at your chest. Your top was the first thing to go, and you didn't wear a bra today anyways, given that it was a little warm out for spring and you weren't expecting to be around anyone who cared. You didn't think your tits were all that great, especially for this town, but she seemed rather enamored. So much so that she jolted when the thing in her hands twitched, and she blushed as she held it out to you. "I-I got you food. Good nutrition, easy to find." She offered one of those multi-limbed creatures to you, and you took it gratefully. She stared as you bit into it, and her face darkened as you savored its taste. It was an odd texture, almost like that of crab meat, but it and the taste weren't unpleasant. You'd even dare say you enjoy them.

"Glad wife likes it. Thought landbound would dislike, never seen one eat egg-eater before. Will get wife more next time." Great Hawk chuckled as you licked your fingers clean, looking up at her through your lashes. You smiled and cast a glance out of the tower ledge, taking in the setting sun on the horizon, and grinned at her. "It's gonna be dark soon. Did you want to lay down with me?" You offered, motioning to the nest nearby. It didn't look comfortable, but she was a bird and you were no better than a dog. You'd live.

She seemed surprised by the suggestion and nodded with a soft smile, easily picking you up in her arms and carrying you to the nest. "If we could, I'd like to go through with a landbound custom." You spoke on the way, wrapping her arms around her neck and nuzzling into the downy feathers that so beautifully curved around her chest. You adored how the plumage avoided her breasts specifically—it made ogling easier. You continued only when you heard her curious hum. "On the first night of becoming wives, landbound couples mate. I want to make my new wife feel good." You purred lowly, unable to help yourself as your hand cupped one of her tits. It was nice and hefty in your palm, and you massaged it with as much care as you could muster. She made a little noise, feathers ruffling, as she gently set you down on the nest and crawled on top of you.

"Would gladly mate with wife." She cooed back at you as her hands began to wander, sharp talons ripping through the remaining clothes you had kept on. You moaned softly when she dipped her claws into your folds, clearly careful to not cut you open on the inside as she slipped them in to the knuckle. She was a large lady, so her fingers were rather large too. Just one finger made you feel a bit full, and two made you stretch around her teasing motions. Though, you couldn't help but encourage it. You were initially going to whine, but you happened a glance between her legs, and are now eagerly trying to get her to open you up some more.

It was impossible to initially see, given the sea of feathers she had from the waist-down, but apparently she had a cock. It was... big. Just like the rest of her. Though, at least it looked tapered and the head wasn't so blunt, unlike a human dick. It would probably have an easier time slipping in than a regular person's of the same size, but that almost made you worry more. Maybe there was a chance she'd just go straight into your womb? There's no way that was particularly pleasurable, though you can't find yourself unwilling to at least try it with such a weapon. She didn't seem in much of a rush, regardless. Great Hawk was busy twirling her tongue around your chest as her fingers curled, twisted, and spread in your depths.

A few moments later and you'd already given up on your previous reasonable thoughts. Who cares if you get split in two, you just need her already. Getting torn in half by such a cock would be an honor rather than a tragedy. You were never a patient person, and it showed with how you grinded your hips against her hand and whined loudly to her. "Please, fuck me already. I can't take any more teasing." You moaned out as you pressed against her, only whining more when she chuckled at you. Or rather, your impatience. "If wife wants me to, I will." She responded with a sweet whisper, climbing further over you and letting her impressive cock press against your desperately awaiting cunt. You moaned loudly when she slid it in, and you could tell you were right about how its shape would let it go a little too deep. Oh well. If she wanted to womb fuck you, you'd gladly let her.

She groaned herself as she smoothly glided her hips back and forth, grinding into you every time she bottom inside you. It was heaven, frankly speaking, and you had no regrets in giving your virginity to her. You had even less qualms with it when she sped up the pace, picking you up in her arms and holding you like a fleshlight as she fucked up into you. Maybe her being a harpy was a greater boon than you thought, with her furious thrusting into your dripping pussy and heavy pants fanning directly across your neck. The animalistic behavior made you feel wanted, claimed, and it fed a more lecherous part of you. Your cunt fluttered around her still-ravaging cock, just shy of straight-up squirting your natural lube all over her beautiful dick. She didn't even pause her motions, but she came soon after as well.

You could feel the heat of her cum deep inside you, though you don't think it was actually in your womb, before she pulled out and let it drip all over the messily entwined sticks beneath you. "We should do harpy mating ritual when you get your wings in. Wife will look so pretty in the sky with me." She set you down and curled around you, easily chasing the night's chill away with her embrace as she murmured soft words. Initially, you wanted to go at minimum another few rounds, but you figured she could use the rest. You could pick up where you left off in the morning. It's not like you were going anywhere anytime soon.

Weeks later, when your feathers and wings came in, like she had promised, you weren't immediately able to fulfill her wish of the harpy's customs. After all, flying while carrying a giant batch of eggs in your stomach was rather difficult, to say the least. Though, after you laid these, you could probably follow through with her customs and earn yourself a second helping. A new, bird-y, part of you didn't like the thought of staying empty for long.

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@gremmed

tagged u so you'd know when i posted ur request lmao. I love it when Kylar's on the bottom. wish they didn't fight it so much in-game like just let me pamper u bbygirl. anyways it seems my dice yearn for trans men rn

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Synopsis; Kylar gets railed into oblivion

Prompt: Kylar x PC (Smut) / CW: kidnapping, dubcon (not really), breeding kink, PC = evil-type crazy, babytrapping but they both want to babytrap the other so uh? - Kylar = AFAB & male, PC = AMAB & GN ((mostly) dice rolls) + bonus F! Sydney, M! Whitney, and M! Robin (only mentioned)

Welcomed Payback

The chair you've been strapped to is rather uncomfortable. The least Kylar could've done was make sure it was a chair with padding or something instead of some wooden old rickety one that felt one wrong move away from just snapping under you. Oh well. At least he put you in a different room to whatever's causing all that ruckus upstairs. Though, you almost wish he did, considering that it keeps scaring him away from you. You're a bit fed up with him just coming and going. Him feeding you fruit by hand is just about the most contact you've gotten with him so far. All he's done other than that is draw you some and sing a couple out-of-tune love songs he made himself.

Did you purposefully get him to go crazy and kidnap you? Yes. You weren't ashamed to admit it at this point. You've been a bit enamored with him yourself ever since he introduced himself, probably more than he was with you. You didn't think anything of helping a bully victim out of a beatdown, but when you saw how he looked up at you, like he witnessed the descent of a god, something in your brain was clicked on. Considering he wouldn't talk to you for the first few weeks of your attempts at getting to know him, you ended up going a different route and doing quite a bit of digging to find out more about him—you first befriended Sydney and lulled out any and all stories she could remember about Kylar when he was little, then moved on to breaking into more than just a couple government archives to flip through Kylar's, and his family's, past documents.

You knew where he lived before he ever followed you back to the orphanage, and, honestly? It hurt a little, to see how he wanted to be part of your life so bad but didn't seem to want you to be in his. So, you thought you'd nudge him the right way. You noticed he was prone to getting jealous, seeing how his expression would change whenever you'd chat with someone else during lunch, and you thought it'd be easy to use that against him. You'd flirt with anyone and everyone the moment you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck, and then relish in the dark, envious looks he'd give the hickeys on your neck when you saw him next. You weren't a big fan of sharing your body so casually with other people, but it would be well worth it if it meant you'd have Kylar in your hands at the end of your endeavors.

Robin was probably the only one you actually felt bad for. When Kylar had given you a little owl plush that so obviously had one of its glass eyes replaced with a camera lens, you had gotten an idea. Though, you struggled to find the right person to use for it. Sydney came to mind first, initially, since you were already close with her and you could smell her crush on you, but figured it'd be too much effort considering how deep her connections are to the temple. She'd totally try to get you to join. There was also Whitney, but Kylar's already watched you suck him off at least a dozen times, so there wouldn't be a big surprise factor with him. A random stranger wouldn't do either—if it did, the videos and photos of you online would've been plenty. But then, you remembered Robin.

You had successfully wooed him, flirting with and lewdly touching him every chance you had, until he finally visited you in your room at night. All it took was a week of tender words, and it made you pity the poor man, but you found you didn't care too much as you grinned up at the owl plush on your wardrobe, right when Robin was busy staining your innards with his cum. The feeling of him inside you was revolting to some extent, but you had washed out his cum the moment Robin had fallen asleep. To your delight, Kylar was waiting for you outside the very next morning. He looked far from pleased, a distant look in his eyes, as he lifted up a long tube with something metallic shining within. You looked directly at him and bared your neck, eagerly accepting the tranq dart as it sunk into your flesh.

But, now that you were here, you couldn't help but find it a bit boring. The most entertainment you've gotten was Kylar's occasional visits and the nigh-constant rumbling above your head. For the past few hours, you've exclusively been humming the nonsensical tune Kylar had sung to you and fiddling with the rope tying you down. At this point, you would've settled for an awful soap opera on whatever old TV this decrepit manor still had lying around.

When Kylar came into the room next, you were already fully untied and just leisurely sitting in the chair, eyes closed and leg bouncing. "M-My love, d-did you not like the ropes? I-I'm sorry, b-but I put t-them on for a r-r-reason. Y-You'll run away if I d-don't keep you here." Kylar grit out, expression dark, as he stepped closer. He was probably on his way to tie you up again. Good. "Hm, but I didn't, did I?" You purred as he came up beside you, brushing a couple fingers up the length of his forearm, though you weren't too pleased to have his sweater between you and his skin. He paused, looking conflicted, and you took the opportunity to grab him and pull him onto your lap.

His face flushed a pretty red and he began to squirm, his hands grabbing onto yours as you kept his hips glued to yours. The clothes in your way would be off soon enough. You could be patient, just as you've been these past months. "A-Ah, d-did you want to do it that bad? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been a g-good boyfriend..." Kylar groaned as you grinded up against him, and the sound alone made you want to cum already. "What nonsense. You're the best I could ask for. Far too good for me." You murmured sweet platitudes as your hands slipped beneath his clothes. He shivered, and you began to rethink taking them all off. Maybe you'd just rip them where you needed to and let him keep the rest on—the room seems a bit cold for him.

He wriggled in your grasp against and you decided this was going to be a bad position to fuck him in, given he was already moving about like he was uncomfortable. So, naturally, you slid onto the floor below and carefully laid him down beneath you. Honestly, it might've been cleaner to fuck in a random alleyway, given the state of this room, but you weren't going to be picky all of a sudden. Your beloved was beneath you and waiting, legs and lips parted just for you, just like you wanted him to be. He leaned back up to take your lips in his, his tongue eager to explore your mouth as his hands ran across your back. You didn't even flinch when he tried to stick it down your throat, and gave him the same intense treatment.

You pulled your pants down and ripped a new hole in his at the same time, swallowing the bashful squeak he let out. You palmed him through his remaining underwear, your cock throbbing when you felt a pair of drenched folds through the thin fabric. You already knew he was trans, so it wasn't a surprise, but you truly had to thank whatever divine being made this man just so perfect. You wouldn't be able to count how many times you came just to the thought of getting to fuck a baby into your Kylar—because he would be yours if you put your kid inside him, right?

Kylar, to his wondrous credit, seemed to have a similar thought process. When he felt your fingers against his slick, he spread his legs even wider and shuddered erotically, only to pull away from your heavenly kiss. "Y-You should put it in. A-And not pull out, e-ever." He all but whispered the command, and you were more than happy to comply. You ripped another hole in the last remaining barrier and dug in with no further warning, relishing in the erotic yelp he gifted you, alongside all the other sounds he made as you began to thrust into him.

His insides were soft and gummy, massaging your cock as you slammed your hips against his. Any time he gripped onto you, you'd move in a particularly rough way, and if he whined, you left a new mark on his hardly exposed neck. He clung to you and didn't bother with keeping quiet, babbling all sorts of lewd things as he grinded up into your crotch at the peak of each thrust. At some point, you had to forcibly hold his hips still to keep him from accidentally shifting too far from you. It had the added bonus of giving you more leverage to ravage his cunt, though, so you were happy with the arrangement, even if Kylar cried about it.

Kylar came suddenly around you, soaking both your crotches with a thick cream, and you slowed for just a moment to give him some time to recuperate. When he began to whine again, you picked up the pace—drilling into him as fast as you could. As your own climax drew near, an unkind idea popped inside your head and made you pause. With a smirk, you slowly began to pull out of his swollen pussy, stopping only when Kylar's legs wrapped around the back of your hips and forced you to stay inside.

His face was still a delicious red, but his expression was dangerous. What a pretty boy. "C-Cum inside. N-Now." You chuckled at his cute attempt at being mean and happily resumed your gyrating, cumming with a drawn-out moan as you pushed your hips as deep into his as you could. "G-Good." Kylar hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You were far more pleased with yourself than he could've been, honestly. Hopefully after this he'd give you a tour around his house, and you could start planning on where the nursery would go.

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@kayymint

tagged u so you'd know when exactly i posted this! yaoi isn't for the faint of heart but god i love these two. they're so silly. also i think i made Kylar a crybaby whoops

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Synopsis; Needy rat gets pampered by pastor boy

Prompt: Kylar x P!Sydney (Smut & Wholesome) / CW: unsexy crying, single "i'd rather kill myself", "planning" future children/pregnancy - both characters are male, Kylar = AMAB, P!Sydney = AFAB (dice rolls) + bonus F! PC and F! Sirris (only mentioned)

Barely Pure, Hardly Dirty

Sydney knew that Kylar had some issues, though he struggled to understand what the problems actually were. Such is the case with the current situation. Kylar was practically sobbing, his head buried in Sydney's lap as Kylar kneeled on the floor in front of him. Worse yet, Sydney's still trying to figure out why Kylar was crying. While he didn't get it just yet, he was still consoling the smaller man. He brushed his fingers through Kylar's messy hair and murmured soft, gentle words. When Kylar's crying finally reduced to sniffling, he lifted his head off of Sydney's now-soaked pants.

"Are you alright? Can... I ask what happened?" Sydney spoke softly, still petting the other man's head. For once, Kylar wasn't pulling away from the touch. He tended to hate physical contact, especially when it was from Sydney, but it seemed he's had a sudden change of heart. Kylar had burst into the library, just as Sydney thought about closing up and heading off to the temple as per normal, and clung onto Sydney before he could even stand up from his chair. It made him worry, though a smaller, crueler part of him was overjoyed that Kylar sought comfort from him specifically.

"S-She hates me. She s-said s-she'd rather kill herself than b-be my girlfriend." Fresh tears rolled down Kylar's cheeks as he hiccupped out his woes. Sydney frowned, already knowing who he was talking about. There was this girl that Kylar seemed to have a hearty crush on, so much so that even Sydney figured it out just after one or two rainy days when she came into the library during the lunch break to study. Kylar couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her, and though she seemed nice when Sydney had spoken to her, apparently she didn't appreciate Kylar's affections.

"It's okay." Sydney didn't really know how to respond, at least not without dismissing her or Kylar's feelings. The temple didn't tend to teach things like neutral comforting, but he still wiped Kylar's tears away with a careful thumb. "I'm... sure you'll find someone who likes you as much as you like them." He settled on, though he wasn't confident Kylar would take it well. The smaller man tended to be temperamental and combative towards Sydney, so he didn't instinctively have high hopes.

Kylar sniffled once more, silent for a moment, before he buried his head in Sydney's lap again. With a soft, empathetic sigh, Sydney reached over and put up a sign that said "CLOSED" on his desk. "I'm afraid the school's closing soon, so we can't stay here. But, if you want to, we can go back to my house." Sydney offered quietly, and frowned a tad when Kylar had no response. He was probably hesitant about something, not that Sydney blamed him. This was the first time they've talked in some years., or, at least talked about something of importance. "...My mom won't be home until later, if you're worried about running into her." He continued, rubbing Kylar's back. He sat up straight when Kylar slowly nodded, standing up and looking at him sadly. Expectantly. Sydney smiled softly at Kylar and guided him out of the library. He didn't say anything or move away when Kylar grabbed his hand and stuck close by his side on their way to his house.

The impromptu hang-out session at Sydney's house was more or less an incoherent ranting session from Kylar while Sydney tried to comfort him, but, surprisingly, it wasn't the last time Kylar came over. He began to frequent Sydney's house, dragging the devout boy from the library the moment he put the sign up and had his bag on his shoulder. The conversations they had also began to steer more away from the girl Kylar liked, or had liked, now, and more into things they enjoyed currently. Kylar would chat about whatever anime he was watching currently, and Sydney would respond with correlating stories he had heard of from history or English class. The longer it went on, the more... intimate their hang-outs got. It was almost like an after-school date multiple times a week. They'd chat on the couch and eventually end up cuddling as they watched some show on the TV. Sydney even started cooking dinner for Kylar whenever he was over, if just to keep him for a little longer.

Then, one day, Kylar kissed him. It was when they were cuddling and watching some anime Kylar had put on, during a particularly drawn-out section between characters neither of them liked. Kylar had his head leaned against Sydney's collarbone, before leaning up and pressing Sydney's lips against his, only to break it a moment later and rest his forehead on the taller man's shoulder instead. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sydney was shocked and flustered, obviously, completely frozen in place after having his first kiss so easily stolen. Seconds later, Kylar also stiffened up, seeming to have finally realized what exactly he did.

"A-Ah, wait, I didn't- W-Well, I did, but-" Kylar started to panic, and Sydney could feel him begin to tremble from where they were touching. Before Kylar could spiral any further, Sydney wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and held him close. He turned his head to press a tender kiss to Kylar's cheek, then leaned his head against his. "It's alright, I was just caught off guard. Just warn me next time." Sydney cut off Kylar's rambling, smiling faintly to himself as he felt Kylar's trembling stop almost entirely.

"...N-Next time?" Kylar's voice was small and fragile, but dripped with hope. He even lifted his head to look directly into Sydney's eyes, tears pooling in the rims but not falling just yet. Sydney could feel his cheeks growing warmer and his heart trying to skip a few beats. "I- I mean, yeah. But, well, it depends. Would... you want to be my boyfriend?" Sydney dared to ask, pausing between words as he mustered up the courage to say such a thing. Truthfully, he's had somewhat of a minor crush on Kylar ever since they were little. It never really went away, even after they stopped seeing each other so much, and somehow it didn't dim when Kylar had begun being mean to him or when Kylar had gotten his own crush on someone else. Finally being close to Kylar again had gotten his old feelings to swell, almost to a painful amount.

Kylar's eyes widened and a few tears escaped, which made Sydney himself panic a bit. "Oh! S-Sorry, it was a silly offer, huh? You don't have to-" "Y-Yes. I'll be your boyfriend, and you'll be mine. Forever." Kylar cut him off this time, already leaning forwards and kissing him again. It was intense in the way that Kylar mashed their lips together. Neither of them were used to kissing, so it wasn't a pretty affair, but it didn't necessarily matter. Not to them, anyways.

The series of kisses devolved into hungry lapping and nipping, mainly from Kylar as his hands began to wander, but it's not like Sydney wasn't participating in it too. Lust had always been a bit of a foreign thing to him, given the endless warnings from the temple, but it was overwhelming in this moment. He only snapped out of his stupor when he felt Kylar's fingers brush against his chastity belt, hand fully under his pants and boxers. He could feel Kylar's huff of frustration against his skin as the smaller man palmed Sydney through the metal cage covering his genitals. Though, the irritation seemed to give way to some kind of intense joy when Kylar's fingers just barely swiped at the wetness beneath the bars.

"Hehe... F-For a moment, I was worried we wouldn't be able to have kids of our own. N-not that that's a bad thing. I'd be happy t-to adopt as well." Kylar purred quietly, probably only to himself but it made Sydney flush dark as well. "W-We should wait before trying to have any kids. I don't think my mom would approve of rushing things like that." Sydney frowned vaguely, kissing Kylar's cheek when the smaller man inevitably began to whine. "Besides, it's... difficult to get pregnant with a chastity belt on."

"Then we can get married. Y-You'd be able to convince the temple to take it off if we were married." Kylar guided Sydney through taking his clothes off, though it was more like he stripped Sydney himself and Sydney was just proactive in helping. Kylar's eyes roamed around the taller man's body, but constantly flew back to the cage and belt, clearly wanting to take it off too but unable to do anything other than pathetically stare at it. "I- Well, I guess, but that's... a way's off. You'll have to be patient." Sydney gently reminded, his cheeks growing ever warmer under Kylar's gaze. He looked like a starved man that had a king's feast laid out in front of him. Hungry. Sinful.

Kylar grumbled initially, probably going to retort Sydney's words, but he ended up making a lewd whiny sound instead as Sydney groped him through his pants. Kylar was certainly more forward than Sydney, but it's not like Sydney didn't want to return the affections. He tentatively massaged Kylar's already half-hard cock through his clothes, feeling how the flesh moved beneath and relishing in how the smaller man responded to his thorough touch. Kylar, however, moved away before Sydney could get a better look or feel of it. He backed up and laid himself down between Sydney's thighs, lapping eagerly at the small gaps in the cage and making erotic sounds whenever he got a taste at the pussy beneath.

Sydney gasped and tangled a hand in Kylar's already messy hair, encouraging his reverent licking and prodding with some quiet moans. He'd let out a particularly loud gasp when Kylar managed to get a good flick of the tongue on his clit. Maybe not masturbating for so long has made him sensitive or something, because he could already feel his climax approaching just from some minutes of this almost-teasing tongue work. "I-I'm..." He barely managed to get out that much before he was roughly grinding against Kylar's mouth with a broken moan.

He felt incredibly shameful, some clarity finally returning, though he felt blood rush to his head when he saw Kylar sit up. Kylar's dick looked painfully hard, red at the tip and drooling pre-cum. But, he didn't really think to help Kylar out with it, given how furiously the smaller man was jerking it off. The movements made such warm, wet noises, and it made utterly lecherous thoughts pop into his head. Kylar's eyes switched between trying boring a whole through the chastity cage and looking directly into Sydney's. He came soon after with a stifled cry, panting as he tried to get his cum exclusively on Sydney's cage. He giggled blearily as he watched the creamy substance dip beneath the bars, and Sydney shuddered when he felt the warmth from it on his still-wet skin.

"T-There. Now there's at least a chance of it..." Kylar sounded all too pleased with himself, and Sydney pouted at him. "You know, you could just join the temple. We could get promised to each other." Sydney gracefully advertised, smiling with a chuckle as Kylar began to grumble and stew. Sydney pulled Kylar close, preparing for another cuddle session, but he froze in complete terror as he heard the front door start to unlock. He'd have a lot of explaining to do.

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HELLO CITIZEN!! BLACK WOLF MPREG NATION SALUTES YOU! YOUR NATION REQUESTS YOU TO DRAW BLACK WOLF MPREG IT IS AN IMPORTANT TRADITION WHEN (FORCEFULLY AND AGAINST YOUR WILL) JOINING OUR GREAT NATION OF BW MPREG!!! ❤

Black wolf mpreg nation out!!! ❤

PROUD TO BE PART OF THE BLACK WOLF MPREG NATION 🔥🔥🔥 IT'S SUPER HARD TO IMPREGNATE HIM IN-GAME SO THIS IS THE CLOSEST I'LL GET TO DOING THAT🔥🔥🔥

congrats on getting the sex number of followers!! 🎉🎉 for the 69 followers requests, may i request 🍳🐉 + 🎪 (any gender is fine)? maybe them getting lost in the moors? but any scenario is good! love ur art and eggerton and most especially ur dragon series and dragon pc!! genuinely like one of the coolest concepts i've seen and i got to know about monster hunter dragons through ur blog. i hope u have a great day at con!!

I made it as comedic as I could but my sense of humor isn't so suited for written works so uh! maybe it's funny maybe it's not (i tried so hard for u)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going to add all of these to AO3 at some point in some master work but idk when I'll have that set up—probably sometime next week! :) ty for ur very thorough support btw pinipig!! i always love seeing the tags u add to some of my posts lol

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Dragon betrayed by seemingly innocent yolker

Prompt: Egg & Dragon PC (Comedy) / CW: technical kidnapping (dragonnapping?) - Egg = GN, Dragon PC = Male (dice rolls)

Dragged Yolks

He has had it up to here with this little neon sign of a human being. Egg was a walking miracle, given the amount of potentially deadly shit they got themselves in on a daily basis. Get offered a ride to someplace for free by a stranger? They hop on in without question! Given a random drink or snack? They just say an innocent "thanks!" and dig right in! The beast that's been watching over Egg is overworked and underpaid. Granted, it wasn't a job be had to do, but he'd feel bad if something happened the moment he looked away. So, therefore, he's had his keen eyes on the absent-minded fellow.

"Could you not?" The dragon frowned deeply as the human hung ornaments and tassels from his horns. It wasn't even holiday season—it was the smack middle of summer. He's almost impressed that they had things like that on hand. It would've been almost impossible to just buy at this time of year, though he supposed they could've just dug it all up from storage. "Oh, you can speak?" Egg looked up at the dragon curiously as they paused their decorating.

"No." He bluntly responded, and while Egg looked befuddled, they didn't question it. Then, they continued decorating. "Hey. I said stop it." The dragon frowned deeply, but the yellow-haired fellow ignored him this time. "I'll bite you." Right as he moved to fulfill his promise, Egg stuck their tongue out at him, tugging his head back down to wrap more around his horns. "You told me you couldn't speak. So why would I listen to you? Clearly I'm just going crazy." They huffed back at him, and he wisely shut up for the rest of the horn-decorating.

When Egg was done, they let out a happy sound and stood up. "Come on! Let's go!" They urged him onto his feet, and he did with all the effort and grumbling of a grumpy old man with a bad back. "Go where?" He dared to ask, following after the human as they lead him through their house. It was a nice spacious place out near the farmlands, supposedly passed down to them by a deceased family member.

Egg didn't answer him as he was brought through the back door, past the yard, over the fence, and deep into the moor. With each step, he had a little less faith in the human's sense of direction. At one point, he was even sure they were in the bog, or beyond the town's half-assed borders, but their journey together ended at a big rock. Just... a big fuckin' rock in the middle of the moor. "Ta-da!" Egg smiled victoriously, as if they really did something. It was an impressive rock, honestly, but it was still just a rock. It wasn't even a sculpture or something. A completely earth-made, natural rock.

"I need you to stand on it and spread your wings out." They pointed up to the top of it, and the dragon stared at them blankly. "I refuse." He said that, but the innocent, expecting expression they had made him start climbing up the rock anyways. He teetered at the top of it and spread out his wings, looking down at the human curiously.

"So, what am I doing up here like this?" He asked. Egg looked up at him without answering and he sighed. "I can talk." "Woah! The dragon can talk! A talking dragon!" Egg laughed up at him, and he frowned deeply. Then, a giant shadow passed over the both of them. The human seemed unfazed, but he began to sweat.

"Don't tell me-" "I wanted to see the big bird-dragon that's been flying around for a few years now. I heard it liked shiny things!" Egg sounded very amused, though the dragon didn't appreciate being used as bait. A loud screech sounded from far above and he folded his wings in an instant, looking up at the foreboding shape in the sky. "I'm getting you back for this." He sighed as the figure dove down and grabbed him. He mentally cursed the human out as he got carried off into the moor.

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🐺+♂️, 🪶+♂️, 🍋 make these bitches gay!!!! ❤

Black wolf Nation out! ❤

i know you didn't say it explicitly but i read ur mind and made it BW mpreg. for the sake of the glorious BW mpreg nation

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going through all the requests in order from when I received them, so it might take a while for me to get to any new ones, but I WILL get through them ALL at some point. :) congrats on being the first, BW mpreg nation!!!

Reading this and want to participate? This is the event post!

Synopsis; mean wolf rides poor bird into oblivion

Prompt: BW x GH (Smut) / CW: dubcon(?), mpreg, homoerotic tussling - both characters are AMAB, male, and beastpeople

Birds of a Bone

Great Hawk didn't fly over the forest often. If he flew high above it, away from the clawing grasp of the treetops, it was hard to see through the branches. But if he flew through the treeline, he would be ducking and weaving endlessly—it was, in all ways, a lesser environment for flight compared to the wide moor. However, that didn't exactly mean he never visited the forest. On hot days, it was perhaps the only place of respite, given all the shade, aside from his nest. His lonely, too-empty nest.

Perhaps he came out here on some instinct. It was the middle of summer, the sun scorching everything it touched below. Even Great Hawk's stone-cool nest began to feel like the landbound's heated cookware, so he had taken off towards the distant mass of trees, thirsty for the shade inside. He was aware of the wolves always lurking in the shadows, alongside the bears and whatnot, but he didn't fear them more than he did being cooked alive. Life was always a series of challenges that he had to overcome for survival; risking a petty fight with a wolf was worth the guarantee of some reprieve from the heat.

By the time the sun had begun to sink below the horizon, Great Hawk had had his fill of the forest. He hadn't been bothered all day by any creature other than the fish that swarmed around him when he had dipped into a section of shallow river. It seemed the rest of the world was also taking a break today, with how quiet it was. Normally, the forest was overwhelming, especially when Great Hawk was resting on the ground; the overlapping birdsongs, loud swaying trees, and the buzzing insects a little too close to his ears drove him mad on a usual day, and maybe they were still there. Great Hawk wasn't paying attention anyways; surely any other clawed or fanged beast would rather not chase a hawk such as him around on such a sweltering day.

Though, perhaps he should have been more observant. When he had turned in the direction of the moor, wings already reaching to the sky, Great Hawk froze. In the black of the shadows was a glowing set of eyes, with a foreign intensity so strong it pinned the hawk to the spot. Ah, it seems he had finally met the alpha of the wolf pack.

The wolf stepped from out of the dark, but it was like he had been tainted by it—the fur on his body ate all the light it touched, leaving sections of pitch black across the giant's body. Great Hawk was a large specimen himself, the apex predator of the moor, but he couldn't compare to this mammoth of a canine. The hawk's breaths were uneven; the wolf was already too close, and probably had been for far longer than the hawk knew. If he tried to take flight, he'd just be snatched out of the air, but he also wasn't a match on land, and certainly not in a fight. Great Hawk didn't doubt that he'd scar or injure the wolf greatly, but it wouldn't mean much if the wolf could simply bite his neck and end the hawk's life. The giant, jagged scars across the wolf's exposed skin told Great Hawk that the beast wouldn't back off just because of a cut or two.

Then, Great Hawk was pressed against the ground with the behemoth holding him down from between his legs. Naturally, as any creature would do, the hawk began to flail wildly. He kicked and beat his wings, though neither amounted to much more than annoying his attacker. When Great Hawk finally managed to scratch the cheek of the wolf, the beast growled and fought back. Hard claws pressed against the hawk's skin, pressing against his exposed midsection, as the wolf sat on the hawk's lap, rendering his legs useless as weapons. Great Hawk was, essentially, trapped.

"You." The wolf started, staring down at Great Hawk. He couldn't tell if the beast looked curious or hungry. "You are the bird one from moor, yes? I am Black Wolf." The beast, Black Wolf, leaned over Great Hawk from where he sat atop the hawk. Black Wolf's eyes narrowed as the hawk began to struggle in his grasp again, the beast's grip only growing tighter. "Name. What is bird one's name?"

Great Hawk paused as he met the sharp eyes of the wolf hovering over him. "Great Hawk." He answered after a while, and the wolf smiled. It was more like a grin of sorts, but it was oddly charming. Great Hawk could feel his face warm and feathers ruffle the longer he looked, alongside the rising of a long-unsatisfied desire. Though, it seemed as though Black Wolf could feel it too. His grin grew smug as he rocked his ass back into the hawk's hardening erection, and it looked like he relished in the low groan he ripped out of the bird below him.

"Wait, Black Wolf- Ah!" Great Hawk whined, failing to suppress the full-body shudders that came with having his cock be touched for the first time by another living being. He never imagined it be like this, nonetheless with someone he wasn't promised to. It went against all his instincts, but... "What? Does Great Hawk not want to?" Black Wolf frowned down at the hawk beneath him, stopping the gyrating of his hips, though he seemed displeased about it. "Okay. Fine, I won't force bird to mate."

Great Hawk's eyes widened at the words, stunned by the easy compliance from a wolf of all things, before freezing in fear as Black Wolf began to bend over, fangs bared towards the hawk's neck. "My pack will praise me for such a good hunt. You feed us for days." Out of panic, Great Hawk jerked his hips upwards, cock throbbing against the wolf's ass. The beast chuckled and lapped at the hawk's neck, sharp canines brushing against the feathers of Great Hawk's nape. "Good choice."

The hawk squirmed as the wolf above aligned his ass to the hawk's sensitive dick, and the hawk cried out lewdly when the wolf sat down in one fluid motion. Great Hawk gripped the meaty thighs of Black Wolf as the wolf grinded against the hawk's pelvis, taking the cock deep inside for a few blissful moments, before the wolf raised his hips back up. Then, Black Wolf slammed them down again hard. The wolf's own cock bobbed and flopped around with the movement, leaking a creamy precum from the tip that squirt out with every sit back down, though the movement of the wolf's cock was hypnotic to watch. Great Hawk couldn't take his eyes off it, unable to much else other than simply experience the wolf's hot insides massage his own dick, and he licked his lips as he moved his hand to wrap around the fat red shaft of it.

Black Wolf chuckled some more above him, placing one oversized, furred hand on top of the hawk's wrist, and guided Great Hawk's softer palm up and down the length of his cock. He struggled to keep up with the wolf, a familiar building feeling slowly tearing his attention away from the wolf, but he didn't dare let go. He rocked his hips upwards, meeting Black Wolf's downwards motions, and chirped out a warning. "Won't last much longer." Black Wolf laughed, breathy and deep, and slammed his hips down harder. "Good. Cum inside. Give me pups."

It only took a couple pumps for Great Hawk to hit his peak, his plumes rising to their fullest as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside the wolf's ass, as he cried out in ecstasy. Black Wolf dragged the hawk's hand further down his cock than before, forcing Great Hawk to take the wolf's knot into his hand and squeeze it harshly, when its dams suddenly broke and shot strings of cum all over the hawk's face and chest. The wolf took a moment to breathe and relax, only to get up and trot off. "Don't intrude forest again. Or I'll breed you next time."

Great Hawk didn't waste time in flying off, though he'd think about the wolf very often afterwards.

When the hawk visited the forest again, weeks later, he managed to catch a glimpse of the elusive alpha once more. However, Black Wolf's stomach seemed larger than before...

The end! <3 words : 1,414

69 followers ask event!

as a thank you for 69 followers (nice) i'll be doing a fun lil ask event

I'll write some short snippets (mini fanfics, basically) based on specific emojis/words.

All you have to do to participate is just send an ask with the relevant emojis/words, and I'll come up with something based off of them.

Emoji/word list -

Characters -

🍳 / Egg = Egg the Yolkster

🐉 / Dragon = Dragon PC

👤 / PC = Nameless PC/Reader

🐴 / Alex = Alex the Farmhand

🏧 / Avery = Avery the Businessperson

🐺 / BW = Black Wolf the Alpha

🔫 / Eden = Eden the Hunter

🪶 / GH = Great Hawk the Terror

🐭 / Kylar = Kylar the Loner

🎮 / Robin = Robin the Orphan

✝️ / P!Sydney = Sydney the Faithful

🛐 / C!Sydney = Sydney the Fallen

🚬 / Whitney = Whitney the Bully

Character add-ons -

🐲+ / Dragon! = Dragon version

♀️+ / AFAB! = AFAB version

♂️+ / AMAB! = AMAB version

⚧️+ / AIAB! = AIAB version

🚺+ / Fem! = Female version (she/her)

🚹+ / Masc! = Male version (he/him)

🚻+ / GN! = Gender Neutral version (they/them)

🐱+ / Cat! = Cat TF version

🐶+ / Wolf! = Wolf TF version

🦊+ / Fox! = Fox TF version

🐮+ / Cow! = Cow TF version

🐦+ / Harpy! = Harpy TF version

🕊+ / Angel! = Angel TF version

🦇+ / Demon! = Demon TF version

Genres -

⛅️ / Fluff - Wholesome content

🎪 / Comedy - Funny content

🍋 / Smut - Horny content

🪦 / Angst - Sad content

You're free to add as many add-ons to whatever characters you like, and give me scenario ideas too, but neither are required. If genders aren't specified I'm just gonna roll a d20 for each character involved and see what they end up as.

(example; 🐱+✝️, 🐶+🚬, 🍋 / Cat!P!Sydney, Wolf!Whitney, Smut.)

Look, as Americans, it is our right to pity the British for being British no matter what. Sure things are on fire here, but they have their own fires over there and they can't handle a day long car ride.

damn right. and our fire's SO big! Americans just keep winning 🦅🦅🦅 the British can only have pitiful wet dreams abt being as cool as the lamest American (which don't exist bc we're just so great)

What's egg opinion of our Lord and savior black wolf? Does egg approve of bw mpreg? Does egg approve of EGG MPREG???

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

Hi again BW mpreg nation!! I was thinking abt BW mpreg and when I checked Tumblr again I noticed ur ask. I feel like I summoned you

Egg actually likes Black Wolf and the other wolves! They run into the wolf pack all the time, since their tree house in rather deep in the forest and they visit it often. Egg's probably even friends with Black Wolf, though Black Wolf would probably be nonplussed towards Egg. Unless the PC had Black Wolf and Egg as their chosen LIs, then they'd be some sorta lovers.

Now, Egg has a pretty big pregnancy/breeding kink (almost as big as Kylar's, but it's not their whole thing so it's not brought up often,) but it's like. doubled when it's mpreg. So they would be very happy if BW got mpregged, and probably try to baby BW during the whole pregnancy. Egg would probably also get beat up by BW bc BW doesn't like being treated like he's weak (Egg isn't even treating him like that but BW can't tell the difference)

And, of course, it should go without saying that Egg GREATLY approves of Egg mpreg. He fully expects the PC (or the other chosen LI) to knock him up so long as it's possible. Even if it's not, he certainly wants the PC/LI to try at least a couple dozen times. He'll even start taking those fertility pills or talking to a doctor about it. He takes mpreg very seriously

how did egg end up in the beautiful town of rapecestershire? is he locally grown or just really unfortunate to end up in the UK?

Egg was born and raised there! Granted, he wasn't raised with other kids so when he first started going to the public schools he had to change his vocab and mannerisms (he was picked on relentlessly the first couple years for being "boring" and "old man-ish.")

And because of that, Egg doesn't really know of or acknowledge the rapey-ness of Rapecestershire. He really just kinda thinks the town's a bit odd, and that there's probably some giant BDSM ring somewhere that attracts particularly rough horny people to the town. Egg is sheltered rather heavily, though not through religious means like Sydney (Egg has basically nothing to do with the temple or cult)

i needed to draw today anyways so i snuck in a quick doodle of what Egg could look like as a woman

to add on to the Kylar and Sydney scene in the library that I didn't share the first time around bc I didn't realize this was a scene ppl didn't know much abt

Sydney also gets edged via Kylar interception

how do you think the LIs would react to a PC that's scared of dogs? (no clue if you've answered a similar ask before lmfao, sorry if you have!) I've got cynophobia myself and it fr can suck a lot

Low Love Whitney is going to use dogs to fuck with you, there is no getting around it

High Love Whitney is gonna make fun of you but never takes it too far and does keep dogs away from you when he's with you

Kylar might kill some dogs tbh....he's definitely tranking them from the darkness when they get close to you

Robin already knew and he does try to keep you away from dogs

P!Sydney doesn't really understand since he's only ever had good interactions but he does keep dogs away from you bc he knows how scared you are of them

C!Sydney understands more and keeps dog away from you

Alex is a tad bit upset bc he needs help with the dogs but does understand and tries his best to keep them away from you but there's so many of them

Avery doesn't really give a fuck but does make sure there are no dogs where you go on dates bc he doesn't want you to cause a scene

Eden completely understands since he hates the wolfs so much. The man won't hesitate to put down a dog for you

the duality of man

today i learned that Kylar will hang around and watch if they're in the library while Leighton punishes Syndey

traumatized this poor weeb by participating and groping

abt to traumatize him more by accepting Sydney's confession in front of him lmfao

quick (relatively important) announcement

i uh. won't have the time to draw anything for this account for a while

long story short; I go to anime conventions in cosplays that I make myself, and I've got a couple coming up. I'm even a vendor at one of them, and I need to devote basically all my waking moments to sewing and putting together some stock to sell.

so i won't be back to drawing DoL art until early July at the best

i'll still be on Tumblr n whatnot ofc,, just. can't draw anything for my beloved sideblog

egg the yolkster as a dragon LI but drawn a bit cleaner + slightly more thought out coloring

OC Vibes Game

Rules: post your OC and then 4 (or more) random pictures with no explanation to convey your character's vibe

Tagged by: @pinipig (tysm this was a lotta fun)

Egg the Yolkster;

I don't got nobody to tag for this so. everybody who sees this and wants to do it is now tagged by me

bonus pic of the bust i made specifically for this (without the color grading)

ty again i love making collages (ignoring that i'm not too great at them (I can't study them bc they overstimulate my poor eyes)) so it was a good excuse to make one for Egg lmfao

Egg the dragon is also the most precious dragon egg thing ❤ btw is egg like little tiny dragon like robin or large???? ❤❤

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

tyy i wanted to make them a cute dragon <3

and, Egg would probably be a decently large dragon (considering they're rather tall) so i'd place them between Sydney and Whitney on the dragon scale lmfao. so, not huge, but not what's considered a "small" dragon i'd edit the size comparison photo and send it with my response but apparently i only saved that as a .png instead of a program file so uh. oops. i'll have to redo that pic at some point so i can toy with it more in my art program lmfao

You're obviously down because you haven't drawn our glorious king black wolf pregnant anyways be well citizen!! 🔥🔥

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

fr the universe itself sucked out my energy as punishment for not drawing more beautiful black wolf mpreg

which it then returned to me in the form of a tummyache, so I will be posting many doodles later for the sake of our glorious pregnant king's continued reign (and to keep my ability to get out of bed)

OC VIBES POST

OC vibes game

Rules: post your OC and then 4 (or more) random pictures with no explanation to convey your character's vibe.

tagged by @doledition & @dendrofiles, ty!!

collages under the cut ↓↓↓

Theo:

Nicola:

taggingg: @theartofeggs, @lovekylarforever and anyone else who sees this is also tagged, making collages is fun!!

What is Egg’s driving style? Do they got a shot on getting on Britain’s Worst Driver?

Egg is... a relatively good driver. might get distracted every now and then by conversation or smth on the side of the road but they don't exactly break any driving laws. they're a goody-two-shoes at heart </3 unfortunate

that being said, Egg doesn't drive their own car (they either walk or get chaperoned around) so they'd probably be a very inexperienced driver. maybe a 1/10 chance of getting on Britain's Worst Driver, unless they really wanted a normal driver on the show to emphasize how bad the other contestants are

i didn't rlly draw this weekend soo enjoy this doodle

Egg the Yolkster as a dragon LI