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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

Thanks for participating in my ask event! It'll take me a bit but I'll get through all these requests—hopefully by the end of this week! Also, when I write trans characters, I'll still use the typical terms for their genitals. (pussy, cunt, etc for AFAB and cock, dick, etc for AMAB) It's just because I get confused when I switch them to be more gender-affirming. :) I'm trans myself (and don't see those words as gendered) so nobody gets to give me grief over it lmfao

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

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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The dragon fisting game is called "A kiss from death" btw. Basically you play this immortal being that romances other immortal beings. You can do bdsm with a spider lady, fuck sentient armor, etc. It's pretty fun I recommend 8.5/10

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

WAIT IT'S FROM THAT GAME??? i never got into that game but i recognize it at least lmfao the more you know i guess, i'll have to play it at some point

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.

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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

🐺+♂️, 🪶+♂️, 🍋 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!!!

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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

Was thinking about Robin while watching Roblox car crash comps earlier and thought wow he could make a career out of this

Hello draw dragon BW mpreg pls thank you

-Black wolf mpreg Nation out ❤

DoL but the LI are dragons

still working on the comic n whatnot but I had the idea for this a while ago and wanted to draw it

also yes I will do the other half of the LIs at some point lmfao

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)

Seeing dragon BW's size reminded me of that one game where you can fist a giant ass dragon (as a human)

Anyways, Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

at first i misread that as fist fight and i went "yeah i play a lot of Skyrim and Monster Hunter too lmfao" but then i saw that the word fight was never in the sentence

part of me's curious what game you're talking about but i dunno if i want that knowledge

also the what nation