#trans mtf!reader

[npookie0]

I know you’ve done a lot of Ronin comforts for FtM readers with dysphoria but what about the other way around, MtF reader ♥️🐝

Smudged Eyeshadow.

Ronin x MtF!reader, helping his pretty girl with dysphoria, comfort scenario

Words: 1363

Cws: spoilers for Killer Chat, gender dysphoria, transphobia

Your room was a mess. Dresses, skirts and shirts thrown all around the floor, leaving barely any space for walking, some jewelry laying on your desk, tangled and scattered. Talking about your make up kit was useless, it was all messed up, just like the make up you were putting on yourself so precisely just moments ago.

You had a wonderful day, really, nothing was going wrong for you today. At least until you were met with your online interview with one of the top pop stars.

At first the interview was going smoothly, they were nice, answered all your questions, even joked a little. The thing that ruined the interview for you was the sudden shift in their behaviour. From smiling and joking, they started asking uncomfortable questions.

("Do you enjoy pretending to be a woman? Does it help you get off? Is this just a way for you to not feel ashamed of liking men? Do you just want to watch women in bathrooms and this is your excuse? Oh, I can see the signs of your beard, I think you should play dress up better.)

Their words were full of melice. They were nothing short of insults and transphobic remarks. And these weren't even the most hurtful things that person said to you.

You felt so heartbroken, so weak, so disgusted. The comments about your appearance were the worst, the amount of things they pointed out that were not feminine enough in you was terrifyingly large. It made you upset to say the least.

You were obsessively putting on make up, trying out every single dress you owned, brushed your hair and tried to style them.

But that was still a man in your mirror. A man dressed up in pretty dresses with tears running down his cheeks and ruining his make up.

The ache in your heart was too real to just be your imagination. It felt like your heart was being crushed with your dreams. Like the sky had just collapsed and broke all possibilities of you becoming who you knew you were.

A woman.

You were crying on the floor, hugging your dressed to your chest and simply crying your heart out.

What did taking hormones and seeing doctors mattered when people were still looking in flaws in your appearance?

You were weak. A weak naive girl for hoping that others would ever see you as a real woman.

Your phone buzzed suddenly, you sat up wiping your eyes with your hands and ignoring how much you've just messed your already damaged make up.

<goreboy> [13:47] how's The Prettiest girl doin'? cause this guy Wants to see his Gf

You smiled a little bit seeing the messages, it was a weak smile, but it was there.

Ronin was one of the not many people who truly saw you as a woman, not just as someone pretending to be one. He gave you closure, understood you, stood up for you and let you be yourself.

"Maybe I should tell him about this... incident too..." You whispered to yourself, grimacing when you heard your voice. It was too low.

<reader.username> [13:48] I'm not doing well...

<goreboy> [13:48] spill your Guts baby i'm here to Listen, remember?

You took a deep breath before hitting the "record" button next to the text box.

"There was this one pop star I was interviewing. They were nice at the beginning, super friendly and all that. But... but then they..." Your voice broke, you were shaking, not wanting to finish the sentence but you pushed through. "they called me all sorts of names Ronin, they fucking hurt. Now," you chuckled bitterly through the tears, "I'm seeing on the floor like a damn mess and cry about all the shit they called me. And the worst part? I, I start to think that they were right."

You sent the message, completely breaking down again. You didn't even see all the messages Ronin sent you after you put your phone on the floor.

<goreboy> [13:52] that motherfucker they better fuckin' pray i won't get to them first thing after that interview is out you're at your place right? Y/n? Y/n answer never mind i'll be there soon

After a short while that felt more like hours, a knock came to your door. You slowly got up from your floor and made your way to the front door. When you opened them, you were greeted by a bouquet of pink peonies and a bag full of your favourite snacks being held out to you.

"A devilish delivery service for a certain beautiful girl." Ronin said, a lazy smirk on his lips.

You were looking at him with widened mouth. "What is this?" You asked, quickly trying to wipe your face to maybe save yourself from looking like a human panda, but you were most likely too late already.

"What? 's for you. What boyfriend would I be if I didn't come by in a red light alarm." He invited himself inside. "You better put these into a vase filled with water." He said and gave you the bouquet, making his way to the bedroom.

You numbly listened, setting the flowers in a vase next to your bed. You turned around and saw Ronin slowly cleaning your floor. "You know I can do it myself later?"

He looked at you and shrugged before hanging another dress back to the wardrobe. "Nah, you went through shit amount of emotional labour already." He said and looked at the rest of the clothes. "I'll clean 'em later." It was more a loud said note for himself rather than something he said to you.

Ronin took some wipes and a make-up remover from your desk, slowly making his way to you. He sat you down on the bed and put some of the make-up remover on the wipes.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, you listened.

This was a quiet moment, Ronin removing the mess of a make up you were wearing and you just sat here, slowly calming down. He set his little make up artiste kit away and lay down on your bed, pulling you into a hug and letting you keep your face in the crook of his neck.

"Tell me, how'dya feel, pretty." He murmured.

You took a long and shaky breath before you started talking. "I feel so fucked up right now. Like someone took a knife and did what those guys in Jennifer's Body did to Jen." You replied, following by Ronin's chuckle after your reference to the movie. "They made me doubt myself Ro. I don't know if I truly will ever be a woman, if I will be recognised as one. This all is so fucking messed up and confusing. I just want to be able to express myself and be free in my own identity."

Ronin rubbed your back with his hand, letting you talk your mind out in silence and when you were done it was his turn to talk. "Y'know, you are allowed to embrace it. The freedom. You are a woman, baby. Pink bows or dirt and blood, doesn't really matter. So what if people can see that you had to shave or that your shoulder are a tad bit wider? Your identity isn't just your body, there's no rules to how you're supposed to look like as a woman. It'd be fucking boring if all people looked in one specific way." He paused, twirling your hair around his finger.

"You're a gorgeous woman, especially when you're pissed and ready to stab me to death." He whispered into your ear, you smacked him with your hands and he just chuckled. "Point is, you are a woman no matter how you look like now. I don't care, Angel, Misaki, V and the rest of the loser squad doesn't care. We see you for who you are for not how you look."

You looked at him, tears gathering in your eyes.

"And you are one beautiful woman, don't let anyone take that from you, yeah darlin'?"

Half Saint half Sinner, but even The Butcher will care about his lady when she's in distress.

My pretty ladies this is for you <3

Tehehhehee (giggles and kicks feet)

I hope you all liked it <3

Byebye!!! - Nate :p

[yanderestarangel]

I beg on my knees, please do a mtf! sevika x ftm! reader, where sevika tries to get her sweet sub hubby pregnant✨✨

♡⁠┊TW: mtf!sevika, ftm!reader, vaginal penetration, au, t-dick, breeding, mommykink, unprotected sex...+

She would be astonished and proud that you lasted so many hours on her cock. It had been a long time since the two of you had fucked like animals in heat. The older woman's cock throbbed with each thrust of her hips meeting yours, every expression of pleasure spilling from your lips as you rode her like your life depended on it. The sensation was intoxicating—like honey, sweeter and more addictive than the purest drug. She knew she would never tire of it.

You were so wet she could feel it dripping down to her balls, the obscene, beautiful sounds of your slick echoing through the room. Your already sore and reddened pussy clung to her, while your t-dick was overstimulated to the point of aching. Yet, she didn't stop. Her fingers continued massaging that sensitive spot, drawing out desperate whimpers of her name from your lips like a mantra. You begged her to cum again, to fill your womb until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. But she couldn’t stop—she wouldn’t.

Even as your muscles burned and pleaded for rest, your core craved more. Struggling to find your wife’s soft breasts amidst the overwhelming pleasure, you clung to her as she used her hips to hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

The older woman grunted and moaned, her hands gently holding your head in place as she encouraged you to suck on her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. She watched you through a haze of pleasure, her cock pulsing deep inside your body.

"Good boy..." she murmured, her voice hoarse and dripping with affection. "Taking everything mommy has to offer, huh? Fuck... I’m going to fill you up so much—I’ll make you such a beautiful father."

Her hands gripped your hips tighter, her thrusts growing sharper as she grabbed your ass cheeks to drive herself deeper, the head of her cock brushing against your womb. She slapped your face gently, forcing you to look into her eyes. The firmness of her grip kept you grounded, though it would have been easier to lose yourself completely in the overwhelming sensation.

Her thumb traced your bottom lip, her gaze softening as she smiled faintly. A warning pulse of her cock made you gasp. "I want you to keep it all inside, okay? I want to make sure my husband takes it all like the strong man he is."

Her words hypnotized you, making you whimper and beg for another hot load. Sevika was all too happy to grant your wish. Her final thrusts were accompanied by the sound of skin slapping and filthy words spilling into the air. When she came again, you felt your walls milk her cock, greedily taking every drop of her cum as it painted your insides. Her thick fingers pressed against your entrance, ensuring not a single drop escaped.

She kissed your forehead, her hand soothingly running along your back as you calmed. "It’s okay, baby boy. You took it all like a good man. I can’t wait to see you looking beautiful and full with our children." she whispered, her voice tender and filled with promise.

And if the next few weeks didn’t bring results, she would make sure you stayed on her cock until they did—even if it meant keeping you there 24/7.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[kiranboo]

🖤 drop a like if you love me ☺

T girls need love..

[mlm-writer]

Aftertaste (Eddie & Venom x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Eddie Brock & Venom x Gender Neutral Bottom Reader Rating: Mature for discussion of sex Words: 918 POV: Second Summary: After some kinky sex (<- click for the prequel), Eddie and Venom take care of you. Oh and Eddie experiences some mild dom drop. Note: Guess who's back? Back again? Gayden's back! Tell a friend! Tags: aftercare, dom drop, hurt & comfort, cuddling, could be read as romantic, could be read as you're fwb and reader's physical appearance is not described

A trail of cum connected the corner of your mouth with the puddle of cum on the tiles below your cheek. At the start of the evening, those tiles had been cold, but underneath you they have been warmed by your spent body. With the post-orgasm bliss fading into the background, you started noticing the soreness settling in your muscles. A warm hand gentle pushed your hair to the side and out of your eyes. In the dim light, you could see warm, concerned eyes staring down at you. “Are you with me?” Eddie spoke between laboured breaths. You licked his cum off the corner of your lips and smiled at him. “Good,” he added when he understood your non-verbal signal. He seemed relieved, smiling down at you with awe and surprise. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a towel appeared next to Eddie. However you could still spot the black tendril holding it up by a corner. Eddie took it and folded it up. He lifted your head and wiped your face with one side, before placing it under your face with the other side up. You could feel wet tendrils squeezing between your skin and all the duct tape restricting your movement. The sticky tape came off easily with Venom’s gentle wriggling, leaving no redness on your skin nor taking any hairs from your flesh. Once freed, you stretched your legs out, ending up face down on the floor. “That can’t be comfortable,” Eddie commented. 

“Let us carry you to the couch,” Venom softly mused in your ear. You hummed in reply, bracing yourself. Eddie and Venom merged into one and Eddie’s warm hands wormed their way under your body. He rolled you over and then carried you bridal style to the couch, where a blanket was already waiting for you. Venom’s tendrils wrapped the old fleece blanket around your bodies, protecting you from the chill in the apartment. “You must drink,” the symbiote commanded. He materialised another appendage to somehow make grabbing a glass of water a very perilous and loud endeavour. You thanked him when he eventually got the glass to you. You meant to sip on it, but in just a few seconds, the glass was empty. Venom put the empty glass on the coffee table for you. “Are you feeling satisfied now?” 

You chuckled at Venom’s word choice. “Very much so, Venom. Thank you.” You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “What about the two of you?” Your question was met with a long pause. “Eddie?” You twisted your neck to look at his face. He was clearly thinking of something, but whatever that brain was cooking up, he was not sharing it with you at the moment. 

“Eddie, why are we feeling… guilty?” Venom’s voice was unusually small. It must be bad to affect Venom this much. You reached back, scratching gently at his scalp. Now you were paying attention, you could feel how tense Eddie’s muscles were under you. 

“Talk to me, Eddie,” you whispered as you moved underneath the blanket to straddle his lap. He avoided your eyes at first, but your hand resting at the back of his neck got him comfortable enough to really look at you. It felt like he was staring into your soul for the answers to questions he didn’t dare ask. He took a deep breath, before finally speaking up. 

“You really liked…” He waved his hand in the air as he tried to formulate words that were family-friendly enough that he could get them out of his mouth. That man fucking you within an inch of your life was nowhere to be found. “You liked us going back and forth, right? Like actually, for real?” He looked at you through his lashes. You huffed out a relieved augh and nodded eagerly. “Okay… okay good,” he huskily spoke between weighted breaths. 

You cupped his face and made him look at you. “Hey, Eddie, look at me.” You exaggerated your breathing, showing him slow, deep breaths. Eddie followed suit, following your breathing pattern. “Good boy,” you teased him once he no longer seemed like he was going to crawl out of his own skin and hide in the corner. You kissed his nose and caressed his face. “If I think too much about it, yeah the going back and forth was fucking filthy, but that kind of made it hot? And there is nothing wrong with that.” Eddie seemed to agree with you. A few deep breaths and he could nod more confidently. You leaned against his body, resting your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a while, until you thought too much about the wild sex you just had. “Ok, I am ready to brush my teeth now and gargle some mouthwash.” 

Eddie chuckled and helped free you from the fleece blanket. “Need any help?” He offered as he watched you stand up. There was dried cum on your body, your skin still glistening with sweat and your hair a wild mess. He wanted to burn that image in his mind. 

You looked at him over your shoulder and cocked up an eyebrow. “Why? Think I don’t know how a toothbrush works?” When you saw how your words pulled Eddie from his trance, you chuckled. He opened his mouth to probably tell you that was not what he meant, but your smile told him you knew. You shook your head in amusement and left Eddie on the couch. “See you space cowboy.” 

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[the-undeadwriter]

It’s a pretty common trope in the Yan!batfam community for the Reader to have been neglected, or in some way ignored. This usually ends in the reader moving away— it’s a very common story, basically the building blocks of every Yan!Batfam story on this platform. Figured I’d give it a try… with a little twist :P

Maybe I’ll write more of this I’m just super tired rn lmao

Reader is gn!

Growing up in Wayne manor, contrary to popular belief or opinion, was not the greatest experience. The ten years you spent in that house had been… incredibly isolating.

As a child, learning that your father had been the Bruce Wayne had been… well, a lot. Barely a few hours after your mother had died, and suddenly you were being shipped off to the biggest house you had ever seen.

Growing up isolated from your “family” had given you so much time to yourself… not having many friends at school meant you spent most of your formative years alone, online or in the garden.

You had always sort of known that there was something… different about you. Your online friend had asked you about it once, and you finally felt.. seen.

It was easy to get an appointment. They told you exactly what you wanted to hear. It was easy to get started on hormone blockers— the perks of having Bruce Wayne as your father, you supposed.

When you were seventeen you had your name changed— passing Bruce the papers under the guise of a school form. When you were eighteen, you moved out. Packed everything up and rented an apartment on the far side of the city.

Things got much better after you moved out. You formed more meaningful connections, got a decent job… you were finally living a life worth living.

You’d like to think your mother would be proud of you.

Now, if you knew that your estranged family would throw a fit over you moving out…

You probably still would have done it, all things considered.

[yunnimilk]

could u do a fyodor with sub, gn reader with dumbification, overstim, biting and choking too with a red and white theme? (( something non canon, like him being a secret vampire priest or something of the like and reader is a devoted worshipper of his Church mayhaps..)) .. drabble, or full fic for me is fine eitherway!!

「 ✦ AMAB! DOMTOP! Fyodor Dostoevsky x AMAB! GN! SUBBOT! Reader

{ sorry it was a drabble, I started my second year of college so I had a lot of work to do }

DRABBLE !!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Imagine being a membef at a church, you've decided to devote your life to god. Collecting donations and volunteering around the chapel isn’t anything new. Sometimes it was boring, but, this was the price to pay if you wanted to show your dedication to the lord , (^ε^)♪

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | The head pastor introduces a devilishly handsome man to you, asking you to tour him around the church buldings. The stranger had fairly pale skin with reflective dark hair that contrasted with it. Deep purple eyes that suck you in, you couldn't help but blush, which was embarrassingly evident on your face ! ◟꒰◍´Д‵◍꒱◞

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | His soft smiles take your breath away, your heart being pulled out of your chest. You take every opportunity to lovingly stare at his face, and you also got caught several times, but it seemed like he enjoyed your company !

ﾍ(≧▽≦ﾍ) ♪

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | he seemed off though, sometimes his skin would turn grayer and he would avoid mirrors. It's such a coincidence, vampires aren't real, you're being silly !

('A｀*)

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | But,,, one day, you found the man kneeling over, trying to hold his composure. Fyodor was sweating profusely as his fangs sharpened when you got closer to him, letting out a meekly, “f.. father ?”. He stayed still for a moment, his back was turned so you couldn’t see his expression . ( •́ㅿ•̀ )

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Suddenly, he lunges at you! You barely had time to react, instead, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and a wet sensation going down your collarbone. Your eyes found Fyodor's head, him draining all the fluid out your neck. It was really painful at first, then it turned so electrifying, sending shivers righr down your cock . (•ө•)♡

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Imagine Fyodor licking your neck and taking off your clothes, his moist tongue on your skin and you felt yourself getting harder and harder. Your soft moans encourage him to continue . ( ¯ ρ¯ )

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Some time later and your head is buried in your pillows while Fyodor was plunging into you, sloppy and firm. Grinding inside your guts to make sure your prostate gets bullied by his cock, your body was so sore, from the bites and especially from Fyodor's relentless thrusts . o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Your mind was far gone, everything was getting fuzzy and your cheeks were soaked from your tears, your tight, puffy hole making a squelching sound everytime he dug his cock into you. Your body stained from your cum and your blood, what a pretty painting ! ୧(-᷅ ہ-᷄)୨

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | He reaches down your neck as you let out a melodious whimper. Fyodor loves your pretty sounds, to him, it's the same as the church choir, so he's going to make sure you sing for him some more ! •﹏•

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Your cock was so tired just trying to pump out semen, it was throbbing so badly. You begged Fyodor to have mercy on you, "P...plEASE! I- I don't.. I CAN'T.. c-c...come anymore! ~", he tugged your hair back, so you could look at him, "then release yourself for me, one last time, my dear", he went quicker to feel your walls tightening up ! ⚆_⚆

ׂ 𓈒 🍷 ／ ⋆ ۪ | Imagine your eyes rolling back as you felt euphoria coursing through your body as you stiffen up. Your hole squeezing Fyodor's dick, him grunting as his cum intrudes inside your guts ,

"I changed my mind, actually, let's go for another hour hm?"

[writing-mlm]

We’re alike… aren’t we?

Summary: Jason gets help getting bandaged after being stabbed, you get help after your fear of needles stops you from taking your HRT Pairing: Jason Todd & Trans!reader Wc: 960 tags/warnings: gender neutral reader, can be nb/ftm/mtf, stitching jason up, taking HRT, mentions of being tortured, trans blues, no romance but can be seen as such

based on a tiktok by @/bloody_converse

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Jason doesn’t understand why you stay around even after everything he’s done. You know his past, you know his present, and for fucks sake you probably see where his future is heading. But fuck, you’re still there. You’re still letting him in at one in the morning after he crashed through your window for the millionth time that month, all with open arms. 

You’re still giving him the good blanket because it’s the middle of winter and his suit isn’t all that good at keeping him warm. You’re still lowering the music because he’s bordering on a concussion. You’re still staring at him as if he isn’t a serial killer, crime lord, zombie!

He doesn’t understand that you get it. 

In your own way, of course. 

You know what it’s like having a family that mourns you even though you’re right in front of them. You know what it’s like to feel as if you’re in the wrong body, missing parts that you’ll probably never get no matter how hard you work because it’s not the same. It just isn’t. You understand all too well what it’s like when your family looks at you, not looking at the adult you’ve grown into but the child they once had. The child you can no longer be. The adult that cannot bear to accept because it’s not what they had in mind for you. 

You know what it’s like to be set aside, to be considered wrong. 

You both don’t like mirrors, broken enough that you’ve gotten bad luck for the next three lifetimes. You both get nervous when getting intimate with partners because what if they think your bodies are gross? You’ve both gotten fucked over by your fathers. 

“Did you take your shot?” He asks as you hand him a water bottle and a pill for his pain. 

“No,” You sigh, looking away from him. “I chickened out again.” He doesn’t laugh, but you see the twinkle in his eyes as he takes the pill without the water chaser. He still drinks it, though. It’s non-contaminated water, it’s like the holy grail for fucks sake. 

“Get it, I'll do it.” It’s no use putting up a fuss, he’d just get up and find it himself. Besides, you could really use the help. The needle thing still freaks you out and your insurance is moving slow to move you to something better like gel or auto injections things. 

When you return, he’s washing his hands and putting on a pair of gloves. Not to mention in one of his shirts he keeps at your place, something about having too many germs on his clothes to be next to medical equipment. He’s forgotten pants, you note. Probably because he’s bleeding from his outer thigh. 

“I’ll get the medkit,” Setting your box of HRT supplies on the coffee table, you ignore his protest. Getting the kit you’d gotten after the first time he crashed at yours needing medical attention but refusing to go to a hospital or Bruce’s. Which, for the record, is more often than you care to think about.

When you return he’s sitting on your floor, a small pool of blood collecting on his discarded shirt. You replace it with an old towel and clean the spot. He doesn’t wince, but you see his thigh tense as you wipe the area and begin stitching him up. He’s used to getting stitched up, it hardly affects him these days unless it’s a bad wound. Thankfully this is a small stab wound, it’ll heal in under a week if he doesn’t open the stitches. And he probably will at some point. 

“All done,” Grinning at your work, you wrap it in bandages and then put a pin to secure it. He’ll check on it once he can but he trusts your handy work, it hasn’t failed him yet. 

“Your turn,” He says when you remove your own set of latex gloves. You wince at the idea but begrudgingly let him do it. He moves you to the couch, lifting your shirt enough that he can see your stomach and has you hold it up. You do, knuckles pressing against your skin so much your hand starts to shake.

“You’re a lot better at stitching me up and putting a needle in your stomach,” He humors you as he’s grabbing an alcohol wipe, eyes flickering up to yours. He cleans the vile first, carefully setting it on the table when he’s done. 

“You try getting tortured by needles,” You mutter, blinking down at his hand as he wipes the area. It’s cold against your skin, even more so when he fans it for a second. “Fucking hate Joker,” 

“Don’t we all,” He grabs the bottle and a 1-millimeter syringe that makes you inhale and look away. “You’re good, you got this,” He mutters with his attention mostly on drawing the liquid into the syringe with a careful eye. He switches the needle before checking for air bubbles and pinches at your skin once he’s sure it’s perfect.

“Ready?” He asks. “You can squeeze my shoulder.” You can only muster a nod as you prepare yourself. He works slowly, watching as he carefully slides the needle into your stomach and then watches your face as he slowly injects it. He doesn’t like it when he helps you; the panic in you makes his stomach hurt but he also doesn’t want you to not take your HRT or have a panic attack trying to do it yourself. 

He pulls the needle out and wipes away the drop of blood before putting on a bandaid. 

“All done.” He smiles, snapping his gloves off. You drop your shirt with a sigh, running your hands over your face as you relax.

[prettytitty21]

Is pink my color ?💖

[ellies-smut-scribbles]

Femme!reader x Transfem!roommate

Bet, Blowjob/Facefucking, Transfem Supremacy, Degradation, Yearning, Scent, Girlcum

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Your eyebrow twitches in annoyance as you shift on your knees. Your roommate wraps her leg around you, pulling you in closer to her nude crotch. Your throat parts as her cock slides deeper inside and she gives a relieved sigh, eyes never drifting away from the TV across from her. "That's better."

Your face burns red as her dick twitches in your throat. You lean your head back, taking her shaft in your hand as you gasp for much needed oxygen. You glare up at her smug smirk, eyes still not meeting yours. You stroke her shaft. What else could you do. You had to win the bet.

Turning your eyes back to her cock you grit your teeth in determination. Hand tightening around her shaft, you start jerking her off. You weren't under any obligation to blow her, you just had to make her cum. It should be easy. Her cock is big, but its seems sensitive around the tip. Besides that, it was twitching a lot. Flexing. Veins popping out every so often. And it... didn't smell bad. In fact, if you weren't focused on winning, you might even say it was--

“--You’re not gonna get anywhere like that.” Your face gets warm as you snap back to the reality of the situation. You've leaned in closer, almost pressed up against her. You shoot back, looking up at her. She laughs, smiling down at you. Her thick black hair pillows around her shoulders, her eyes narrowed in a seductive, sadistic glare. You purse your lips in defiance, feeling your heart flutter. Internally, you kick yourself. You need to focus.

An animated shout of pain comes from the TV. Her eyes shoot back up to the screen, her hands tightening around her controller. "Shit."

Now it was your turn to be smug. You smirk up at her, hand sliding up and down her shaft. "Careful," you chide, "you don't want to lose again, right?" She grumbles, shivering at your touch.

That was the bet though; If you could make her cum before she beat a run of her game, she would stop walking around half naked in your apartment. If she won, she would get to fuck you. It was only fair. You were letting her stay at half a share of rent while she got back on her feet.

But with her walking around all day in just her panties was, things around here were getting to be too much. Every time you asked her to put on more clothes she would just giggle and say the same thing:

"It's too hot in here for more clothes. If you want me to put more on, why don't you suck my dick about it?"

You both laughed the first few times. It was her go to comment when she wasn't going to budge about a topic. But then it started. The lingering touches, the hugs, the late night films where she fell asleep on your shoulder. It was too... much.

It all came to a head last night. You had woken up thirsty, went out into the main room for some water. There she was, splayed out on the couch, drenched in sweat. Her panties, the only clothes she was wearing, were pitched up in a tent my the boner underneath it. Fuck. It was hard to look away from. You knew you had to put an end to it.

So in the morning you stormed up to her, demanding she put more clothes on. When she responded with her usual words, you didn't deny. And so the bet began. You thought it would be easy. And now you're here, forty-five minutes later.

"Make all the jokes you want, you're not gonna make me cum with just your hand."

The words jolt you back to the task at hand. You look at the massive member before you. It was nearly the size of your head. Your heart speeds up in your chest. She was right. From the giggles you were hearing she was getting really lucky in her run. It was only a matter of time before she won. You had to push forward.

You lift your head, stuffing the tip of her hot girlcock into your mouth. A drop of precum smears across your tongue as you stick it in, eliciting a gurgled moan from you.

"Find something you like, sweetie?" She cooed from above you. You wanted to grumble, to show some form of discontent, but you had to focus. You had to stuff her gock down your throat. You needed to. You had to win the bet. You had to make her cum. You needed that cum. That sweet, delicious cum.

Shit, focus! If you don't do anything she'll just keep strutting around your place in her skimpy little underwear, tits out for you to see. Not only that, but is she wins she'll get to fuck you. To bend you over the bed and use you like a pathetic slut. She'll make you her's.

Your mind starts to go hazy. The drop of precum that had sent you moaning has become a veritable spout of sweet nectar. She was close. Really fucking close. You stick out your tongue, letting it trail down the underside of her gock. You could barely think of anything other than winning. Other than her. The scent of her sweaty cock wafts into your nose as it slips deeper and deeper into your throat.

She grunts, cock twitching. She's close. You're going to win! You're going to--

--The sound of trumpets smacks you out of your euphoria. You pull yourself off her dick, spinning around to see a victory screen fill the television. Your roommate cheers from the couch. The realization washes over you slowly. She won. You lost.

For whatever reason, as the truth sets in, you don't feel as much dread as you thought you might. Even as competitive as you are, the loss doesn't make you feel upset. You feel... anticipation.

"Mmm, you got me close."

You turn back to her sitting on your couch. She leans back, cock still twitching. You pout, trying to regain some composure in the face of your loss. "So what, it wasn't fair anyway."

She raises an eyebrow at you, lips parting in a smile. "Not fair?"

"Yeah," you bark out. "It's way bigger than it looked last night."

A beat passes. You stare at one another. Her brow furrows as she realizes what you've said. "Oh?"

Your face burns bright red, mouth suddenly dry. "Uh, I mean, I was just..."

She stands up, cock hanging above your face. For a moment you think she's angry, that she's about to storm off in a huff. But a hand comes down, gripping your chin and pulling you into her crotch. Looking up, her cock resting just next to your head, you see a devilish smile creeping across her face.

"So that's what this was all about, huh?" She pulls her hips back, placing her cock against your lips. "You wanted an excuse to stuff my cock down your throat?"

You open your mouth to protest, but nothing was there. No protest existed. It was weird. You did this because you didn't want to see her in that state anymore, right. Because it was... weird? Or maybe you couldn't bear to take it anymore. You couldn't wait any longer.

Your open mouth whimpers give her the answer she was looking for. She smiles down at you. "Exactly~" She runs her thumb against you cheek, sending shivers running across your face and down your back.

"Suck it."

Your brow furrows. She won, shouldn't she want to bend you over. to take her spoils from beneath your soaked linen panties? She cocks her head, the same sadistic smile plastered across her face as before. "What's wrong? The bet was that you would make me cum before winning my run. We didn't say anything about you not making me cum after I won."

Blush flows over your face. "R-right," you stammer out.

"Then we agree." Her voice is peppy and bright, a stark contrast from her forceful hands pushing you down onto her thick rod. The tip smears precum all the way down to the back of your throat. Your eyes water, irises rolling back as the pleasure overtakes you.

Quickly, she starts fucking your throat, cock ramming down you further and further with each thrust. You let out gurgles and sputters, but you can't bring yourself to back off. Instead, your hands wrap around her thighs as you pull yourself closer to her base.

"That's a good slut, fucking take it." You can't help but grind your thighs together, giving your cunt every bit of stimulation you can.

She grinds into your face, brows pinching together in pleasure. "Fuck, I'm close. You want it in your mouth?" You moan in agreeance, tightening your cheeks as she ruts you to her base.

With a couple grunts and whimpers, her legs start to shake. Moans ring out as her cock pulses and twitches. Cum pours down your throat, every shot being greedily swallowed by you. Slowly, she pulls back, seed still pouring from her tip like a faucet. It fills your mouth too fast to drink down. As the tide slows, you take in a deep breath. The air hits your lungs, tinged with the scent of her spit-slathered cock.

When it finally ends, she pulls her tip from your mouth. A few drops leak onto the floor, but you couldn't care less. Your mouth was coated in the sweet taste of her, your head swimming with her scent and feel. She takes a moment, falling back on the couch to catch her breath.

"Damn," she breathes. "That was so fucking good." She looks up, still panting. Her eyes meet yours as you sit back, letting yourself rest. "Was it good for you?" You nod, unable to speak for the moment. She giggles. "Cute. Do you mind if I freshen up a bit?"

You shake your head no. She smiles, standing and walking over to you. She pats you on the head, stroking your hair and laying a kiss on your cheek. "If you need anything, just call out for me, okay?" With a nod from you, she walks off, now soft cock hanging between her legs.

As the minutes pass, you slowly regain your strength. You get up, stepping to the couch and plopping down. You catch your breath, reliving the last few moments over and over again in your mind.

Soon enough, the door to the bathroom opens, and out she steps. She is clothed in a tight dress, hair pulled back into a bun and feet clad in heels. She smiles at you. "I'm ready, but don't worry. There's no hurry."

You cock your head at her. "What?"

"Well, I won the bet, but even then I don't want to just fuck you. It seems, tacky, I guess."

Your brow furrows. "You just did."

She shrugs her shoulders, tits giving a small bounce. "That was just part of the deal. Had to complete the agreed upon conditions, otherwise I'd have to forfeit my prize." She bites her lip, looking you up and down. "Believe me, I'm not giving up anything as delicious as you."

She walks over, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Now get ready. We can leave for the date anytime."

A breath escapes your lips. "Okay~" You stand, starting for the bedroom to skim your closet. However, something twinged in the back of your mind. You turn back. "How did you get that dress?"

She turns back with a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"That's a new dress, Isn't it? How did you get it? Did you get a new job?"

She smiles. "Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you. I started an online job two weeks ago. Pays a lot too. The spoils of being a coder, I guess. I haven't made a ton yet, but enough to get a new dress and a nice dinner for two."

"But if you had a new job, why didn't you tell me?

She freezes in place, an awkward smile crossing her face. She rubs the back of her neck with a nervous chuckle. “Well how was I going to sweep you off your feet if you thought I was going to move out soon?”

And then it all clicks. The walking around half naked, the hugs, the touches, the sleeping on the shoulder. She’s been wanting this for a while. Her avoidance of eye contact confirmed it. “Are you mad?”

If it were anyone else? Probably. But her? No. You smile, walk over, and plant a kiss on her cheek.

You’ve wanted it for just as long as she has~

[picklebunbun]

- DIFFERENT PEOPLE

˚. �� ۫ ﹏ ۪ drabble ’’ ˒ ˓ ᵎᵎ

୨୧⌢ Dazai Osamu + TRANSGENDER! SIBLING! READER

reader in late teens to young adulthood || NEUTRAL PRONOUNS || reader can be binary trans or nb

🕊️ ┆ summary ; Reader was with Dazai throughout his PM life. It was until Dazai and his sibling decided to stay was when he realized he missed so much of their life

"Too bad.. I want to stay here."

"..Here?! [DeadName] you can't be serious."

"I'm not going with you, Dazai."

"... Fine. Starve and die here. You're not my problem anymore,"

That's all that you remember of him anyways.

It's not like you cared anymore.

He said it himself. If you died here all alone, cold and helpless with nowhere to go, it wouldn't have mattered to him.

You take a sip of your bitter coffee, it contrasted with your past brother's sugary milk coffee. It was always revolting looking at it.

"Excuse me, Mx. Would you like more coffee?"

You look up at the tooth-rottingly sweet maid. She has a coffee pot ready at the go.

Your mouth forms a kind smile as you give her a reassuring answer

"No, but thank you, Miss. I'll take the check instead"

She gives a slight bow

"Of course! I will have that ready for you right away!"

You nod your head in conformation, as you watch her leave, your hand reaches for your wallet before she returns.

Suddenly, the door chimes indicating that more customers have arrived.

Well "more" is an exaggeration.

You were the only person there.

An obnoxious, grating voice cut in, releasing you out of your serenity.

Two other masculine voices interrupted the unpleasantly, raspy one.

"C'mon, Kunikida! Pay for us"

"There wouldn't be any universe where I would pay for a bottom-dwelling pig-nosed ape like YOU. You I AM NOT PAYING FOR YOU"

Geez.. I think he gets it...

Damn them, they just had to ruin the moment and come in and yell like they're drunkards at a bar. Screaming obscenities at each other like it was a contest.

You sigh.

"Mr. Kunikida, I think you should stop screaming at Dazai, we're in public.."

What?

What..?

Dazai?

Dazai..?

Are you hearing that right?

No

No..

There's no way..

Dazai is a common last name... in Yokohama.. you assume..

Fuck.. you didn't expect to see him here.

You always swore that if you saw him again, you would punch in square in the face.

Now you're not so sure..

"Oh.. right, my apologies.."

The so-called 'Kunikida' cleared his throat and sat down. Clearly embarrassed.

You didn't even realize your shoulders were tensed up until you relaxed them in relief.

The waitress came back with the check.

"Here you go Mx. Da- Oh wait! I just realized! You and this man have the same last name!"

Shit..

"Could you two be related?"

...

Could it be any more quiet?

"Ehm... Alright then, I'll just.."

The waitress ran as fast as she could to avoid the potential confrontation.

Oh god..

You fully turn your head around to look at your brother.

There he was.

In the flesh..

This shocked expression remained on his face, he knew it was you, he would always know it was you..

"You're... Is it..?"

"Dazai? Who are they-"

Dazai rose his hand up to stop the white-haired boy from talking.

"Dazai.."

"How.. When..? You look so.."

"Different? I'm aware"

Dazai rushed over to sit in front of you.

There you were.

The snot-nosed kid by his side was gone.

You changed everything about yourself.

He couldn't believe it.

He knew why you did it.

I mean, he's your brother, he's still the cold man you've always known.

He missed out on such a pivotal part of your life.

"[Deadna- or.. erm.."

"[Name]. My name is [Name]"

"Yes.. Yes yes yes.. [Name].. Of course.. I just.. can't believe it.. I never knew you were trans"

"I know.. I know.. I only just transitioned recently.... After you left.. I just don't know.. Maybe it was the fact that I still wanted to be the little sibling you always knew, maybe that pulled me back from my true identity"

Dazai stayed silent.

"Ah.. well.. I'm sorry.. I would've accepted you no matter what, even after I said all those things.. it wouldn't have changed anything"

"I know 'samu, I was just blinded by my own delusions. No one reacted as vile as I thought they would"

"Well, they're criminals, I don't think they'd care that much"

You both chuckle.

This was nice..

"Osamu, I-"

Your phone rung.

You groaned.

"That must be work.."

You started to get up.

"'Samu?"

"Yes?"

"Let's get coffee soon"

"Sure, [Name]"

[ducksido]

Ruggie Vs Trans!Yuu

Aka how would Ruggie react to a mtf!yuu and ftm!yuu (This keeps coming to me in dreams)

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi with a MTF!Yuu

At first, Ruggie doesn’t even blink when Yuu comes out as a trans woman. He’s from the Wild Savannah, a place with deeply ingrained social structures, sure—but he’s also incredibly adaptable, observant, and street-smart. His immediate reaction? A grin and a shrug.

“Eh? That so? Cool, good for ya, Yuu.”

But internally?

Ruggie definitely has a knee-jerk hyena instinct moment.

Like, his brain short-circuits just a bit. Something ancient and primal in his hyena-coded instincts goes:

"Oh. Dominant female. Respect immediately." Even if logically he knows Yuu wasn’t born with the physical traits associated with Wild Savannah females, the second she claims that identity—his instincts click into place. His tail would tuck between his legs.

He doesn't fear her like she’ll hurt him—but it’s this weird mix of:

admiration,

caution,

and a little submissiveness.

He starts calling her "Boss" half-jokingly, but also half-seriously. Like:

“Heh, remind me not to get on your bad side, Boss Lady.”

He absolutely respects her transition and identity, never misgenders or deadnames. He’s too sharp to make that kind of mistake—and he hates when others do. He might even go out of his way to “correct” someone in a passive-aggressive Ruggie way:

“Ohhh, ya meant her. You know—Yuu. Use your words right, yeah?”

Ruggie also probably gets weirdly defensive if someone tries to undermine her femininity.

He’s not one to throw hands unless money’s involved, but he’ll get right up in someone’s face if they say anything disrespectful. Especially if it triggers that Savannah-born instinct that says, “You do not mess with a female.”

If they're close or dating? He spoils her so hard—but lowkey. Steals snacks she likes. Calls her “princess” in that teasing-but-means-it way. Lets her borrow his jacket. Always offers his arm when walking through crowds.

And behind closed doors, he tells her:

“Ya know, you don’t gotta prove nothin’. You are who you say you are. That’s more than enough.”

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi with a FTM!Yuu (trans)

At first, Ruggie’s reaction is super casual. You tell him you’re a guy, and he just nods with a lazy grin.

“Aight, cool. Thanks for tellin’ me, dude.”

But internally? Oh, boy. His Wild Savannah brain is reconfiguring itself like a whole operating system update just happened.

Because in his homeland? You were born with the body that usually meant "intimidating," "dominant," or "don’t mess with." So when you step forward and go, "Nah—I’m a guy," something ancient in his instincts gets reversed.

That little hyena instinct that usually flinches around dominant females? Now it’s like:

“OH—HE’S a guy. A guy who was born in a female-coded body and still carries that presence? That’s terrifying. I love him.”

There’s this weird subconscious respect/fear combo, and you better believe he starts treating you like someone who could kick his ass—even if you’re not threatening at all.

He might say stuff like:

“Jeez, you’re kinda scary, huh? Not like, bad-scary—just, y’know... cool-scary.”

But like, respectfully.

Once the dust settles in his brain, he genuinely supports you. Ruggie knows what it’s like to fight for space, for respect, and for survival. So when he realizes you’re walking your own path, being your true self no matter what? He respects the hell out of that.

He’ll defend you if anyone misgenders you:

“Uh—he said no pickles on the sandwich, yeah? Get it right.”

He becomes your little gremlin guard dog. Not in a loud way—just in the “he will use is UM and make them trip and say it was an accident” kind of way.

If you’re dating? Ohhh boy, he’s SO proud of you. You might find him subtly hyping you up all the time.

“Look at you, handsome. You’re gonna give me a complex if you keep lookin’ this good.”

He’s the type to toss you his hoodie and then blush because you look more masc than him wearing it.

Also: he absolutely brags about you when no one’s around.

“Yuu? Oh yeah, he’s a badass. You don’t wanna mess with him. He’ll take you down and correct your grammar while he’s at it.”

[yanderestarangel]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "toki, mami, estoy puesto pa ti" — sevika x reader

♡┊tw: mtf!sevika, au, afab reader, mommykink, creampie, body worship, praise kink, ovestimulation, unprotected sex, breeding.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you? So desperate for mommy's cock."

The words left the older woman's mouth as a hoarse and needy grunt.

After spending an entire day cleaning the mess that had been left on her back and taking care of Silco's affairs, Sevika was so horny that she arrived home with her cock hard, practically visible through her pants.

The bulge was rubbed on your ass as soon as she found you in some room. Feeling your scent and throbbing even more, she was needy, needing to take it all out on you and your beautiful body.

Clothes were quickly removed by the two of you, while Sevika whispered how much she missed you and how much she needed this, to bury herself in your pussy until she forgot all the stress and anger that made her muscles tense.

She was on top of you in the blink of an eye, her mechanical prosthetic hand gently but firmly holding your hip, making you shiver at the strangely cold sensation of the metal. Her other hand had two fingers inside your cunt, curling them as she let your juices drip onto the sheets. A soft and smug smile could be seen on the henchwoman's dark lips, her gaze clouded, and drops of precum already escaping from her throbbing length.

"You're adorable when you're dumb,.. Just thinking about when I'm gonna fuck you uh?? Like a good slut... So fucking hot."

Sevika's hand continued its torturously slow exploration between your legs, her fingers sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. She loved how soft and smooth you felt, how perfectly you fit in her hand. Her fingers moved slowly, teasingly, brushing over your sensitive flesh and making you whimper and arch into her touch. However, she soon felt you wanting more. She felt your wet heat rubbing against her hardening cock, her hips bucking up involuntarily.

The tall woman gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you ground against her, coating her shaft in your slick arousal. Sevika loved how eager you were, how you seemed to crave her touch, her body, with such intensity. She needed that, to feel that you were there, that everything was real. Sevika's hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh as she pulled you down onto her, the head of her cock nudging insistently at your entrance —She rocked her hips up, pushing the tip of her cock inside you, just barely breaching your tight hole. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down her spine.

"Damn, sweetheart... a-a fucking tight pussy, you're going to make me cum so hard..." —she forced herself to go slow, to savor every moment of this... Even if it was impossible with every obscene and beautiful sound that came out of your mouth every time your balls hit your ass. Sevika began to move, her hips rocking up to meet yours, setting a slow, deep rhythm.

Each thrust was measured and deliberate, designed to hit that sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl. But as much as she wanted to cum, to fill you up with her seed, Sevika knew she couldn't rush this. Not when you were looking at her with those big, pleading eyes, not when you were whimpering so sweetly for her touch.

So instead, she pulled out suddenly, making you both groan at the loss. But then she was rubbing the tip of her cock against your sensitive clit, the head slick with your juices, and you were crying out, your back arching beautifully; her hips rocking against you, the tip of her cock sliding through your wet folds, not quite entering you but teasing your entrance. It was maddening, the way she touched you, the way she denied you what you needed most.

"Do you really deserve to be fucked by me?... Or can't handle your own wife's dick...? You're so beautifully pathetic like this, barely able to deal with me." Sevika didn't wait for you to beg, not this time, going back inside your heat while she made you suck one of her breasts, firm but soft, making you moan into her soft skin... The volume of her cock in your belly made her drool, the thought of filling you up, breeding you, claiming you so completely - it was almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, baby," she growled, her hips snapping up harder, deeper. "You want mommy's cum inside this tight little pussy? Want me to knock you up?"

Her thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm as she chased her own release. She could feel it building, that familiar tightening in her balls, the heat coiling at the base of her spine.

With a final, powerful thrust, Sevika buried herself to the hilt inside you, grinding her pelvis against yours as she let out a guttural moan. Her cock twitched and pulsed as she emptied herself into your waiting womb, painting your insides with thick ropes of her hot seed. It felt like it went on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her until she was spent, collapsing back against the bed.

Sevika held you close, her softening cock still nestled deep inside you, as you both caught your breath. She could feel the sticky evidence of her release seeping out around her shaft — "Mmm, fuck," she murmured, nuzzling into your neck. "Never gonna let you go... Gonna keep this pussy full of my cum, make sure you're always heavy with my child."

She rolled her hips lazily, enjoying the feeling of your warmth surrounding her. Sevika had never felt so possessive... She felt satisfied but not complete yet.

"round two baby?"

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[harley-217s-blog]

[auspicioustidings]

Dessert

Summary: You're a bit unsure about sex with Johnny as you've not slept with someone since you started transitioning, but it turns out you don't need to worry about it.

Words: 5k

CWs: heavy smut with a sprinkle of breeding kink, reader if mtf trans (no-op, on hormones), terminology used in the start for anatomy is masculine and moves to feminine throughout

If you do not like cis people writing about trans bodies, then skip this one.

You just couldn’t get comfortable with it, couldn’t reconcile your body with the expectations other people put on it. It’s not that your sex drive wasn’t there. Well for a while when you started hormones it died a death, but there was still a desire there now along with the small feminine slope of breasts. Honestly you had sort of thought you’d never get hard again, but after your second or third date with Johnny you went home and masturbated for the first time in what might have been a year or more when he had kissed you and his hand had brushed your nipple as it moved from your cheek to your waist.

--

There were a lot of things you would do before you would have sex. Skydiving without a parachute for instance.

There was a flood of shame after the fact. You and your cock had a contentious relationship. You wouldn’t mind her being there if it hadn’t been decided by the world around you that she made you distinctly unfeminine. But it was a part of your body and the thought of surgery made you feel a little sick. You had been considering it the more you saw Johnny. You just wanted him to like you so badly.

You had it right there in your bio on tinder that you were trans, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know. But then you’d been seeing him for months and you had never talked about it at all. He was the first man you had spoken to on the app who hadn’t immediately wanted to know all the intimate details of your body or made it clear you were a novelty fuck (you had went on a few disaster dates that only made your appetite for sex worse with how they spoke to you before you made excuses and fled early).

The bar was in hell, you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from falling for the gentle Scot with kind eyes. Maybe he was asexual and that’s why he had never really moved beyond chaste kisses. You were too scared to ask, too scared that it would be because he liked you as a person well enough but the idea of a trans body repulsed him. He said he was a straight man on the app after all, he’d probably not want to touch you pre-op (pre-maybe unwanted you were sort of confused on the issue-op).

You were going to his place tonight for dinner. Maybe you’d finally work up the courage to ask him about it.

—

Gaz watched Soap thunk his head against the table again and glanced around to see Price and Ghost found this just as amusing as he did. Watching him go from enthusiastic barracks bunny to repressed simp over the past months had been equal parts sad and hilarious to watch. He was arse over teakettle for some broad he had met on a dating app. His MO was to take a girl on a few dates and develop a FWB situation that suited them both until she wanted to have a full romantic relationship and so parted with him on good terms (usually). This one though he had seemed stunned when he showed up at the pub after their first lunch date. It had been months of him in a daze talking about how much he liked her, how she was funny and smart and beautiful and just got him.

Of course then the fact that he hadn’t yet gotten in her pants had come to light and they watched as Soap got more and more distressed and wound up about it. Soap as a rule was a thirsty little slut at the best of times, for him to have been getting off with only his own hand and a no doubt thoroughly abused fleshlight was unheard of and really convinced Gaz that this might actually be it, he may actually have found the girl who was going to make him want to settle down. They all knew the one time he had tried to transition into something a little hot and heavy she had flinched away, he hadn’t stopped beating himself up about it.

To that end he sighed and supposed he’d better actually give the idiot some advice to make sure he didn’t fuck this up. All he had seen were some photos of the girl and she looked pretty enough, nice little dresses but nothing that screamed religious conservative who wouldn’t be having any sex before marriage (although in honesty he was pretty sure if she said that was the case Soap may get down on one knee there and then).

“Right mate, actually give us some intel to work on here so we can provide some tactical support.”

Soap groaned, head still on the table but now flopped to the side so he could look at Gaz like the most pathetic puppy in the pound.

“Already told ye, she’s bonnie, got her head screwed on and has excellent patter but she disnae seem interested in anything physical. Fuck what if I need tae be with this lassie without pumping her? Like what if she’s just naw intae sex? Ye need tae put my wage up Captain so I can afford the metric fuckton of equipment I’m going tae need tae take care of myself for the rest of my life” he whined, really not doing much to seem less like a kicked mutt.

Gaz saw Price just roll his eyes affectionately before taking a drink of his pint while Ghost simply took about a thousand photos of pathetic puppy Soap. Big fucking help those two were.

“Seems like something she’d have put on her profile, you got it saved still?”

Soap returned his forehead to the table and blindly groped at his jeans to get his phone out, unlock it and hand it over.

“Got a folder for her, screenshot is in there” he mumbled into the table.

Gaz took the offered phone and found the folder. He winced a little because it was almost gross how obviously enamored he was based on the number of photos. Cute, but gross. He blinked a few times at the screenshot of the profile. Oh. Oh yeah ok. John MacTavish was an idiot and Gaz was not quite sure how to break this one to him gently. He didn’t have to because Ghost looked over his shoulder before smacking Soap hard on the head.

“What the fuck wis that for?!”

“Being a daft cunt. You said she flinched because you tried to feel up her tit and because of that you think she’s not into sex?”

“Well aye, what else dae I take away from that?”

“That she’s growing a set of tits and they’re tender as fuck Sergeant. Your girl wasn’t flinching because she didn’t like it, she was flinching because it probably gave her an ache that if you’re lucky shot straight between her thighs.”

“I… you’re messing wi’ me.”

Ghost just looked at him with some disgust while Gaz looked on in pity. Poor idiot Soap. Ghost and Price has shared a trans woman for a while he knew, so they would both be well aware of the basics. He hadn’t actually fallen into bed with a trans woman himself, but he had certainly had some good times with Farah and Alex. He never wanted to repeat the experience of not knowing what the fuck he was doing and accidentally hurting Alex by saying the wrong thing again, so he had made sure to learn the basics of not only trans men but really anyone that didn’t identify with their assigned gender. Soap had obviously just never even thought about it, hadn’t even considered that maybe he had to do some prep here.

“He’s not messing with you. It’s different for everyone but generally if you’re growing out some tits then there is going to be tenderness” he said gently.

“They can get real puffy too. You give them a good sucking and she’ll mew real nice for you. Got to take advantage of when they’re at their most tender, ” Price added, clearly reminiscing.

Soap perked up then, sitting up properly in his seat and looking at his team to make sure they were serious. He clearly found in their expressions that they were.

“Right, what dae I need tae ken so I can give this lassie enough orgasms tae fall in love with me?”

—

The atmosphere at dinner felt a little off. You put it down to your own nervousness, but Johnny seemed out of sorts as well. He was over-attentive and couldn’t seem to sit still, knee bouncing and hitting against the kitchen island you were sat at.

“Dinner was really nice” you said carefully, trying to get things back on track.

“Can I eat you for dessert?” he blurted.

Speech was not coming to you easily through the surprise. Nearly a year of very little happening between your thighs and now something was certainly happening. You were mortified, not willing to look down to see what was probably visibly poking against your little cotton dress. Johnny misinterpreted your reaction.

“Wait, naw in a cannibal way! I’m naw intae that. It’d be too much a pain in the arse tae cut ye up anyway and human isnae supposed tae taste that nice. Not that you widnae taste nice! I think ye’d taste lovely. But I’d never eat ye. Well naw, I want tae eat ye, but like out. I want tae eat ye out. Fuck I’m making a pure arse of this” he rambled, getting louder and louder as he started to pace the kitchen.

If there was anything to get you out of your own head, it was watching Johnny have an absolute meltdown in front of you. You bit back a laugh and stood, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop his pacing and then quickly turning into a blushing mess when his full attention turned to you. You chewed on your lip as you thought of what to say.

“If ye need your lip bit, let me dae it” he said, looking almost dazed as he stared at where your teeth sunk into plump flesh.

You blushed harder and squirmed under his attention, letting your eyes drop away from his and instantly making a choking noise when you caught sight of his incredibly prominent and impossibly large cock trying to punch a hole through his jeans. Your own throbbed in response, excitedly bouncing up against your stomach. You tried to shift your hands, give yourself some coverage.

“Tell me what words tae use” Johnny groaned, his nose nuzzling into your hair. “We dinnae need… if ye dinnae want tae do anything then we can just cuddle and watch a film, but fuck darlin’ I’ve been fucking my fist to the thought of you since I first laid eyes on ye. Want to ruin you bonnie girl.”

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. He wanted you. He wanted your body. He hadn’t seen it yet, but there was no way he could have missed what was going on downstairs with how close and eager he was. His hips had shifted forward and you could feel the tip of his hard cock brush against the arousal sitting hard at your stomach. You let out a tiny whine at that.

“Please” he groaned, strained.

You had never had a man beg for you before and it made delight spark through you.

“I.. um… well I’ve not, uh, had any work done” you said, mouth dry as you tried to work through the words and reel in the shame trying to drown out your arousal.

His hands settled on your waist and flexed a few times like he was trying to hold himself back.

“I’m naw going tae be able tae keep my mouth shut if I get tae have ye, so I just need tae know what words ye want me tae use. I’m naw much for the clinical kink but I can try using biological terms if ye want” he offered, although you could hear the distaste in his voice.

You didn’t think you would find Johnny spouting the words penis, testicles or anus very hot either, but you had thought… well you had thought you were sort of limited to using masculine terms for male biology. Only wasn’t the whole point that biological sex and gender were different things? If he was willing to try it out, you wondered how it would feel to use different terms.

“Fuck baby, where did your mind just wander off tae?”

When he whined at you, you only then noticed you had started rutting your hips against him at the thought of him eating you out. The thought of him getting his tongue on your clit and sucking.

“Would it be ok to use uh… for words I mean. You could, if you wanted, um…” you stuttered, too embarrassed to actually say the words out loud.

One of his hands moved from your waist to creep up underneath your dress and you nearly saw stars at the first touch of another person against you in a long time.

“Let’s start here, nice puffy pussy lips for me tae bury my face in?” he asked, fingers brushing across what you had always thought of as balls but now with a revelation were lips.

He was watching you carefully now, looking to see your reaction to his words and waiting for a nod before moving his hand up to where you were throbbing for him.

“I’ve been cruel, getting your pretty wee clit all swollen and throbbing this whole time and naw giving ye any relief haven’t I?”

“I- fuck, Johnny please” you moaned, sure he would undo you embarrassingly quickly.

“Aye? Ye like me playing with her?” he said, running his fingers over the very top. “Fuuuckk” he groaned, “fucking soaked for me, good girl, perfect fucking lassie.”

You wanted to scold him about his bad knee when he thumped down to the floor, but his head was beneath your dress and he was mouthing desperately at your panties before you could articulate the thought. He latched onto your clit through the wet cotton and sucked messily while one hand sunk into the meat of your ass and the other played with the sensitive lips of your pussy that were now spilling out around your panties. You could do nothing but grip his hair like a lifeline.

He slurped and sucked and drooled loudly, and the idea that he was doing this because it gave him a heady rush rather than purely for your benefit made you weak at the knees. He loved this. He was turning into a fucking dog at your feet for a taste of you. His fangs latched onto the cotton of your underwear and tugged until they were pulled down to your knees and gravity did the rest to pool them at your ankles before he left bites all over the inside of your thighs.

“Taste so good, fucking perfect, going tae make me cum in my jeans” he rambled, his words spoken into wet skin as his tongue just couldn’t stop long enough to properly speak.

He couldn’t stay in one place. He was at your lips, your clit, he was licking the seam of where your legs met your groin to drink the sweat that had gathered there as if he was dying of thirst and you were an oasis. His nails were clawing into you, fingers sinking into the soft pillow of your stomach only to leave their marks before moving to your ass and then your thighs and then back between your legs. It was like he didn’t know where to start, couldn’t focus on just one thing because he wanted it all at once.

“Let me eat you out, I’ve got tae eat you out bonnie, I’ll fucking die if I cannae get my tongue up your arse” he begged as his mouth started to make it’s way past your lips and to your tight hole.

Your fingers tightened in his hair just a little and almost instantly his head popped out from under your dress. Fuck. He was an absolute mess, your slick all over his face. It wasn’t limited to just his lips because he had been eager, he had pushed your fluids into his skin at every angle he could get. His big liquid eyes were glazed as he stared up at you from on his knees.

“What’s wrong?” you rasped, surprised that you could even speak right now.

“I didnae ask” he said, frowning and looking at you like the Goddess that could forgive his sins. “Need tae know where my tongue is going, if ye still want it. Where my fingers can sink intae ye. Please, need it, fucking need it.”

Jesus fuck. He was rutting against your foot, humping it with a whine in the back of his throat. You had never felt so powerful as you stared at him and ran a hand through his hair only to have him nuzzle his cheek into that hand.

“I want to see your cock Johnny” you said, no, ordered.

He fumbled to get his jeans off and there was a dull thud as his cock finally sprang free and smacked against his stomach. It was the fattest cock you had ever seen and you could already feel yourself go cross eyed at just the thought of the stretch. The thought of taking it in your cunt.

“Use your tongue and fingers to stretch out my pussy Johnny, stretch it out for your cock.”

There was something transcendent about being able to say it, being able to ask for your pussy to be fucked and for him to light up like you had just handed him the stars and the moon. He all but tackled you, another one for the bad knee you’d scold him for later, and threw you over his shoulder.

He didn’t really pause to get properly out of his jeans, just kicked them off on the way which nearly caused you both to tumble to the ground more than once. You couldn’t help the burst of laughter at his antics. You had been so scared of this for so long, but this was your Johnny. He was a goofball and loyal and desperate to please, you never needed to hide from him.

He did trip once you got into the bedroom, just about managing to toss you off onto the bed with a bounce while he went tumbling onto the floor and smacked his face on the mattress on the way down.

“Oh! Come here, let me see” you laughed, crawling to the edge of the bed and grabbing his head in your hands to find a dopey, dreamy smile on his face as he looked at you.

God, he was such an idiot. You leaned forward to kiss him, trying to pour your adoration into it but quickly finding he kissed your mouth much like he had kissed your clit earlier, sloppy and all over the place. He broke off just long enough to get his top off, tossing it without a care. He was a work of art fully naked and for a moment you balked at the thought of being naked next to him, but you didn’t have much time to consider it before he was on top of you and his mouth was latched onto your tit through you dress.

Your hips bucked up and you screeched in surprise. So fucking tender, my God your tits were so fucking tender. He wasn’t gentle, he was a dog with a bone and he was not about to let go.

“Fuck, oh my God fuck Johnny it’s so much, it’s too much!”

He slapped gently at your thigh.

“You can take it, strongest lassie in the world, need tae have your pretty tits in my mouth” he said, now straddling you and sitting up to just stare at your tits through your dress.

Now that he had gotten one side of the material wet it was sticking obscenely to your puffy nipple. You couldn’t wear bras. Your chest wasn’t big enough to need them yet, but they also were too much for how tender you were. You always had to wear looser fabric around your chest. He was fully fixated, his mouth open and slack and his eyes glossy.

“Need tae see them, let me see my girls” he said, starting to peel your dress up and over your head.

You let him. You couldn’t believe it, but you let him get you fully naked under him. You watched him carefully but there was nothing like disgust or disappointment in his face. There was fucking rapture there, there was disbelief as if he could not believe his luck, couldn’t believe that he could ever do anything to earn this privilege of seeing your body all swollen and aching and flushed under him.

He tweaked your nipple and then finally his eyes snapped to yours when you whined long and low.

“We’re going tae get clamps for these. I want tae tie you to the bed one night and spend the whole time torturing these fucking glorious tits before drowning them in my cum. Fuck. Fuck you’re so perfect. Play with them, please please fucking play with them while I eat your pussy. Need tae hear you make those noises again.”

“Yeah?”

“Aye darlin’, want ye twisting those nipples until ye cannae see straight.”

Your hands dutifully went to start playing with your tits, gingerly at first but a little rougher as you gained confidence and his head settled between your legs to start lapping at your cunt. The pain mixed with the pleasure was exquisite and you could feel your clit throbbing angrily with the need to cum.

“Johnny, want to cum with you inside me. Please” you groaned.

“Shh, got tae be patient for me bonnie girl, let me get ye all nice and stretched. Such a tight little cunt, needs some love tae get ready for my cock.”

“You’re so big, are you going to fit?”

You thought that was probably not a very sexy thing to ask but you genuinely had some doubts. He let out some feral noise and pushed his middle finger against your hole, using his tongue to relax the muscles enough that it popped in and sunk deep making your head thump back against the bed as you moaned.

“Ye’ll fucking make it fit. Strangling my finger, your cunt wants it. Fuck she wants my big, fat cock in her, I can tell with how wet ye are.”

You were wet, liquid drooling from your clit and his saliva everywhere, but he was quick to get a bottle out of the bedside table and absolutely drench your hole with lube.

“That’s it, fucking drooling for me aren’t ye girl?”

You glanced down to find he was not looking at you because it wasn’t you he was talking to. His full attention was at your twitching entrance as he pushed another finger in and started to scissor them to stretch you. His eyes flickered up to catch yours and he gave no warning before he smacked your clit hard to make you yowl.

“Get your fucking hands on those tits, dinnae make me ask again.”

You nearly came right there from the dominance in his tone.

“Yes, sir.”

It was torture playing with your sensitive tits while Johnny stretched you open. If you got distracted by the sensations and stopped playing with yourself he gave a warning slap to your ass to get you going again. You weren’t sure you had ever seem him so utterly concentrated on a task as he was opening you to take his cock.

He was so thorough and efficient that he had four fingers jammed into you before you even realised he had moved up to three. There wasn’t any sting to the stretch, or maybe you were too busy feeling the sharp ache from your tits to notice. He curled his middle finger and hit a spot that made your whole body convulse.

“Fuck baby that’s it, knew I’d find her didn’t I? Nearly got ye squirting from that g-spot. Going tae get my whole fist inside one day, going tae fucking get it in wrapped around my cock and wank off inside of ye” he said, clearly delighted with himself. “Need tae be inside ye. Fuck I need it.”

You looked at him to see he had a hand strangled around his angrily throbbing cock. He was kneeling up now, his fingers still inside of you as he looked at you for permission. Even now he still wanted to make sure he wasn’t fucking anything up.

“Johnny. Fuck me.”

He pulled his fingers out with a squelch and lined his cock up. The first push against your hole met resistance as it tried to keep the blunt head of him out, but with a few rocks the muscles gave way and he was inside you. Both of you sucked in a sharp breath and froze. He wasn’t moving yet, his cock only half way inside, but it was fucking life changing. It was right. It was so, so very right to have this man inside you.

“Fuck. So tight and hot and wet and perfect. Could stay inside this pussy forever” he whined, straining hard to keep himself still.

You rocked your hips up and he groaned, pulling a little out before thrusting back in, getting a little more of himself inside you each time until finally his heavy sack was smashed up against your pussy. He looked at you and you nodded.

“Hands above your head now darlin’” he said, wrapping his hands around the backs of your knees once you had complied and pushing so that your knees were up around your head. “Told ye that she’d make it fit, now I’m going tae fuck ye until you’re ruined for any other cock but mine.”

With a grunt he pulled out to the tip and drilled forward to bury himself fully inside you in one hard thrust that had you squealing and bucking your hips up. He only growled and pressed harder on your legs to get you pressed flat to the bed before he really started fucking you. Your hands met the headboard as you were shoved up the bed with the force of his thrusts.

You felt like you were having an out of body experience, like you were watching yourself get impaled and finally seeing yourself as every bit of woman that you had worried you weren’t all this time.

“Not going tae last, need ye tae cum for me. Want it all over the fucking sheet, want ye tae squirt everywhere” Johnny growled above you.

You were so fucking close with him hitting the spot with every thrust. You were already drooling with arousal and everything was swollen and throbbing and ready to burst.

“Then I’m going tae give ye my cum, going tae fuck it so deep, fucking drown your cunt and get ye round with my fucking kids.”

You whined and felt yourself tense, ready for your whole body to let go, but his pace stuttered and you pulled back from the edge. You wanted to cry.

“Fuck fuck fuck, we didnae talk about that. I didnae ask” he said, horror on his face.

He was back to that pleading puppy, so scared he had hurt you as he released your legs. He had just ruined your orgasm and his by the looks of how tense he was and how his cock throbbed inside you because he was worried that a breeding kink was going to distress you. Oh fuck, you were so in love with this stupid, wonderful idiot. You grabbed his face in your hands and brought it down to yours as your legs came to settle around his waist with your heels crossed behind his ass.

“Johnny I’m fine. It’s hot. I love you for checking, but if you don’t fuck a baby into me right this second and make me squirt then I’m going to go in a shower and take care of myself.”

“Hold on then gorgeous lassie” he replied with a grin and what you swear were teary eyes before he started fucking into you again.

It wasn’t as frantic or aggressive as before, it was a sensual roll as he held you tight. It was intimate and loving and perfect and when he reached between you to play with your clit you broke beautifully and felt your release streak hot and sticky against your stomach.

“Good girl, now take it” he moaned as he thrust hard three more times before emptying himself deep inside of you.

The collapsing weight of him was suffocating but comforting and you just laughed in disbelief that this had just happened and hugged him to you. After a moment you groaned as your tits were overstimulated from the skin contact and your cunt was feeling sore as he rutted even while softening. He chuckled to himself and lifted off of you. His cock leaving you caused a bit of a wince, he really was huge.

He propped himself up by your side and lazily played with his own cum oozing from your cunt, scooping it up and pushing it back inside. After a few moments of you both catching your breath he leaned over and kissed you softly.

“You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met. I love you, bonnie lassie.”

“I love you too.”

—

Soap had barely walked into the pub before Ghost and Price swore up a storm and handed over a tenner to Gaz. He collected his winnings smugly. It might have seemed a safe bet to them that Soap would fuck it up, but if there was one thing that Gaz knew for certain it was that even a mutt could be trained when they had the right motivation. And the dopey grin on the 141 mutt’s face told him that he had indeed found that motivation in between the legs of his pretty girl.

[mydearyanderes]

Poly Yandere Harpies x Transfem Reader (NSFL)

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Tags: Threesome, dub con, kidnapping, breeding kink, MtF reader, lesbian harpies, porn with plot

It’s been so long since you’ve walked in the forest. Spring is in full bloom, and the world around you feels alive. You sit down on the vibrant green grass and observe your surroundings. You smell the sweet scent of flowers in the air while watching the birds chirp and flutter in the sky.

You smile softly as you feel the warm sunlight and wind grace your skin. It's all so mesmerizing. Then, without warning, a sharp pain blooms in your shoulders as you feel jagged talons pierce your flesh. Before you can react, your feet leave the ground, and the world tilts as you're yanked into the sky.

You scream until your voice is hoarse, pain and fear clawing at your throat. You thrash and scream, calling for someone—anyone—to save you from the monster that has stolen you away. You’re dropped roughly onto something hard, the impact jarring your bones. Your eyes adjust and... are you in a massive nest?

The world spins around you as you try to rationalize what is happening. This isn't real. This can't be real. Can it? You stand up and try to move toward the end of the burrow. Before you can do anything, you bump into one, no, two gigantic harpies. You gasp in shock, and before you can say anything you're interrupted.

"Hello, human." The shorter harpy purrs, tilting her head as her sharp eyes roam over you. Her voice is smooth, almost playful, yet there’s something unmistakably predatory beneath it. "It’s breeding season, and we need you." Your stomach drops as soon as she utters the word 'breeding'. Your hands tremble, nails digging into your palms. A cold sweat prickles your skin, your stomach twisting with nausea. You want to run, but your legs feel locked in place. You don't want this. You don't want this.

The taller one smirks, her feathers ruffling as she watches your every move. "We've been watching you for some time now," she murmurs, amusement curling in her voice. "You’re different from the others… a woman who can breed. The first of your kind we’ve ever seen. We knew we just have to have you.."

The shorter harpy leans in, her talons trailing lightly along your jaw, forcing you to look at her. You begin to bead with sweat. You don't want this, right? Her smile is slow, deliberate. "No man has ever tempted us before. No man has ever been worthy." She tilts her head, brushing her nose against your cheek as her warm breath tickles your skin. "But you? You're perfect."

The taller one crouches beside you, her wing brushing against your arm as she speaks, voice a low, satisfied hum. "With you, we can finally have kin." Her talons ghost over your shoulder, pressing just enough to make you shiver. "And we will have you, little human. Over and over, until we are full with your gift."

The taller one climbs over you, her body pressing down against yours, and your heart races in your chest, pounding painfully against your ribs. She drags her tongue along your neck, nipping and biting at your flesh as she marks you. She presses herself against you, her body heavy and insistent, grinding against you with desperate hunger, each motion a claim on your body. "Woman," she moans with need, "Your body is ours now. Every inch of you, every drop you spill—it belongs to us."

The second harpy's eyes gleam with jealousness as she watches her love claim you. "No, not yet," she snaps, her voice sharp with jealousy. "You promised, remember? We share the woman." She towers above you, her body glistening with heat, her arousal evident as she leans closer, a low, predatory hum escaping her lips. You feel the warmth of her as she lowers herself, her slickness dripping down onto your face. She speaks again, "Human," she moans, her eyes dark with possessiveness, "you must claim me."

You groan as you try to push them off of you. You don't want this, or at least, that's what you try to tell yourself. A traitorous heat pools between your legs, a dull ache growing despite the frantic protests in your mind. You try to say something but before you can, the shorter harpy presses herself against your face.

The shorter harpy cups your face, her lips brushing against your ear. "It’s natural, little human," she whispers, voice thick with honeyed persuasion. "You were meant for this. Meant for us." The words slither into your mind, wrapping around your thoughts like vines. The more you deny it, the more your body betrays you. Your mind begins to fill with thoughts of these two birds claiming you. Your face grows with heat as you open your mouth and give in to the harpies' desires.

You stick your tongue out and eat out the insides of her tight hole. Her juices running down your face as she screams in delight, "Y-yes human! You fit inside me so perfectly… it’s like you were made to breed us!" The taller harpy squints her eyes in jealousy before uplifting your skirt and pulling out your cock.

Before you could react to her touch, she sinks down onto you with a shuddering sigh, her warmth enveloping you inch by inch. Her talons grip your breasts, pinning you down further as she begins to move, slow at first—torturously slow—before her hunger takes over, her rhythm turning frantic.

The shorter harpy shudders above you, her feathers fluffing up with pleasure. Her claws dig into the sides of your head as she grinds against your mouth. Before she even tells you, you feel it, cum squirting out of her sensitive hole. She screams out, "Yes, human, just like that!" She continues as she pants, "You were made for this, you little thing, made for us to use.."

You feel yourself come closer and closer to the edge as the taller harpy feverishly bounces on your dick, her sharp claws playing with your tender nipples. As you're about to cum you feel your mind begin to break. One harpy on your face, the other claiming your body. Heat. Moans. Words dripping with need. It’s too much. Too overwhelming.

Your moans, at first soft whimpers, turn into wailing screams as the sensations are too much for your overstimulated body. You can't stop yourself. You don't want it to stop. You shoot hot cum inside the taller harpy as she wails, gripping you like she never wants to let go, "Yes woman, breed me! Do what your body was meant to do!"

The moans stop, and their hips slow. The shorter harpy finally crawls off of you, allowing yourself to finally breathe. You gasp for air and cough, your entire mouth utterly saturated in her juices. The taller harpy gets off of you too. The moment she does, the shorter harpy's arms coil around you, her feathers soft but her grip unyielding. You can’t move, barely breathe, as warmth and scent engulf you.

"This isn't over, woman," She pants, "You still have to fill me with your seed next." You try to mumble out a response but before you can you feel the hug get even tighter as the taller harpy joins in. They begin to kiss you. Or at least, it starts as kissing. Their tongues gliding over your breasts, neck, and face, before turning into biting. It's their way of claiming you, making you theirs.

One of them moves to shove her tongue inside your mouth. The taste is overwhelming of cum, almost as if they were eating each other out before kidnapping you. She grabs your breasts and begins massaging it softly. This is the most tender either of them has treated you so far, and it makes you feel euphoric.

Before you know it, your cock gets hard again. Instead of your brain screaming at you to escape, all you can think of is cumming inside these harpies over and over again. They finally did what they wanted, they broke you, and now your only goal in life is to breed.

You grab the shorter harpy and pin her down onto her stomach. You ram your dick inside her and begin wildly fucking her brains out. Ecstatically, she moans out, "Such a good woman. You've finally broken and you're learning your place. Now, put the gift of life inside of me!"

You yell out, your tits bouncing with every time your hips hit against hers. The taller harpy moves behind you, grabbing your breasts and playing with them while you fuck her mate. She purrs in approval, but you don't notice, too hell bent on cumming inside this beast.

And before you know it you're cumming again, squirting hot seed inside her hole. It is like the world comes to a stop, and as you pant the taller harpy whispers in your ear,

"Hmm.. yes, I think we will decide to keep you, human."

[sp00kymulderr]

Sugar daddy!Harry Castillo x transfem/mtf reader

‘She was why poetry was invented, to describe girls like her’