#trans reader

Tags: pupplay, implied noncon, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and noncon body modification but you like it cause you’re trans so it’s sick

Inspired by @rawme-price you little freak I am heavily enjoying kidnapper Simon

He lives to help you, and you may not see it now but he was called to deliver his gods lost angel, and he does what his god says.

He keeps you in a separate room inside the church, next to his own bedroom so that he's always there to assist you, no one else is allowed to see you or go near you. Only the father can see your angelic features and guide you back to god.

You are....confused, and for the most part alone, you haven't had this much quiet in forever, laying in a comfortable grand bed and seeing the same man everyday, in which he tells you "it's okay to rest, my angel, you need your strength to return to god." Always with such a sweet tone, both putting you on edge and in comfort. You don't know how to feel, you never really did even before being brought here, but he's telling you that it's okay to sleep, it's okay to take your time, waiting on your terms.

You don't have access to your prescriptions anymore, the mysterious man who has not once uttered his own name in your presence, claims they are keeping you from truly healing. You always stare when he talks, he hesitates to even bring his eyes to your feet, acting like he's scared of looking at your face. You don't like that very much.

He provides only the best clothes to you, the comfiest and loose clothes for you, yet you never receive any form of shoes, not even slippers. You don't need to leave the room, he said.

You left the room.

It was curiosity, who wouldn't leave when they were specifically told not to, when you haven't seen or heard a single soul near your room. You're lonely, in some way. Wandering the halls of what is clearly a church, you half search for an exit, or someone who can help you. Bare feet pattered against the carpet on the floor, a woman coming from the opposite end of the hall, she stopped and stared at you, a confused looked present on her face.

You both stared at each other for a solid minute before she darted away, running back the way she came and leaving you confused and bewildered at what happened, you didn't even get to ask for help. It's not long before he finds you, running up and hesitating before holding your shoulders gently, a small squeeze as he looked down at you panicked.

Gently, he checked for any harm, noticing your bare feet, a frown graces his smooth skin. "My angel, you cannot be out here, it is much too dangerous still." His grip held firm as you awkwardly shuffled, not saying a word back as he guides you to your room.

hiccup haddock is a pervert.

Yandere Batfam x [isekai'd] neglected reader

I do not believe any warnings apply in this chapter but just in case:

Read at your own risk.

Yandere: one who thinks their obsession is love

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Part 1

It's been three days since you've woken up in this place.

Three days since you've taken over the body of someone who looks exactly like you.

Three days of gathering information and no one even seems to notice a difference.

T/w: Nanami x male/ftm reader, mlm, mature content, house husband x work husband, slick/orgasm as lube, smut, ribbon bondage (kinda), light spanking, squirting, pet names, praises

Author's note: ,,Hello everyon! >< Been a while, 'n here I am now! With another beautiful holiday drabble/fic :3 hope everyone has had a beautiful December so far, big huggies, stay safe 'n eat ur meals! Drink lots of water too, missed everyone dearly <3"

All I want for Christmas is you.

The front doors open, an exhausted groan falling from his lips. Already removing his shoes to his slippers, stepping inside the house. "Sweetheart, I'm home." Nanami announces himself, but as he did that, you didn't come forward. You didn't greet him back, no, but he did hear rustling noises from the living room.

Not thinking much of it, you were probably listening to music while chilling on the couch. But the sight he was greeted by made him come to a halt, eyes widening slightly, mouth going dry and blood rushes south.

There you were, by the Christmas tree on the carpet. The end of the ribbon in your mouth, seemingly tightening the ribbon that kept your wrists together. Nanami’s jaw seemed to fall open wider when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything but the silky, crimson red ribbon. Covering your intimate part, swirled around your waist and around your chest, covering your beautiful nipples that seemed to strain against the material. He was lost for words, his breath hitching.

When you feel someone staring at you, you turn your head around. Meeting his gaze, a smile appears on your lips while a blush creeps up your neck and colors your cheeks in a bright pink hue.

The ribbon falls from your soft lips, “Oh, baby! You’re home..” You say shyly, looking away again as he approaches slowly. Crouching down to your height, hand coming up to cup your cheek, turning your head to make you look at him. Eyes meeting again, full of warmth, affection and a lingering sense of desire. Attracted to the way his darling boy is looking right now.

A silent communication passing between the two of you before he leans closer, lips inches away. Eyes falling to your lips before back to your gaze, nodding your head slightly, knowing what he wanted and you wanted it too.

Capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, eyes fluttering close and lips moving in a slow dance, Nanami’s free hand finding your hip. Squeezing ever so slightly while pulling you closer, positions switch without tearing away the kiss. Deepening the longer you two kissed, barely being able to catch your breath without starting to feel a bit light. Nanami took notice and pulled away for a moment, letting you catch your breath. Eyes opening to meet yours, already beginning to look like the beautiful mess he always made you.

It didn’t take long before Nanami was thrusting into you, cunt red and puffy from all the slappings you received, welcoming them. Laying on your back, knees up to your chest. Ribbon long forgotten by now, cast aside on the carpeted floor.

Nanami was still taking it slow with you, wanting this to last as long as possible. From how slow he was taking it, you could feel every detail of his cock, from how hot it was to his size to the veins. Dragging against your sensitive walls, still sensitive from the last two orgasms, his previous loads sloushing around inside of you, some had spilled out and onto the couch.

It always surprises you how well you took him each time, because Nanami was far from just average. Maybe it was how small you looked beside him, despite having a bit of chub in a few areas.

You had come to love them, just a bit, all because he made you feel good about yourself.

His hand gripping your hip tightly, fingers digging into the plush skin, earning a whimper from you. His other hand came up to give your puffy cunt another light slap which made your body jolt, earning another whimper. Your nails digging into his triceps, clinging to him as much as possible, practically clawing at him.

Nanami could feel your third orgasm nearing from how much your gummy walls clenching around his length. “Yer close, aren’t ya, doll? Hm? C’mon, cum f’me, baby boy.. Wanna feel this cunt squeeze me,” he coos, leaning down to place kisses and suck at your sensitive part of your neck. Leaving, no doubt, hickies behind for everyone to see.

And you did just that, walls clinging to his size, almost milking him. Squirting around his cock, coming in a high-keen moan. His hand went down to your clit, helping you ride out your high, rubbing it in tight, firm circles. Hips bucking up to meet his touches. Didn’t take long before he came inside of you once again, painting your gummy walls in a fresh, pearly white cum.

Groaning against your neck before collapsing on top of you, panting heavily together, sweaty bodies tangled together. “Did s’good f’me darlin’.. such a good boy, took me s’well..” Nanami whispers against your skin, coming to place a gentle kiss on your lips before leaning away to look at you. Wiping away the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes, smiling down at you. Half-lidded eyes looking back up at him, a lazy, fucked-out smile appearing on your lips.

Nanami chuckles before slipping out of you, sitting up and helping you up as well. Carrying you to the bathroom for a long, warm bath. Going to help you come down from your high and relax your muscles.

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Sleepy mornings

Clark Kent x male! Reader

Tw: smut,jerking off,mean reader,kinda sub Clark

Now,being Superman's boyfriend is incredible. That’s like,obvious. You love him to the moon and back and he literally would give you the moon if you as much as asked. He was kind,respectful,funny,and an idiot in the most endearing way possible. He cared for people and genuinely tried to do good things. You loved him for that.

But God was he always horny.

It had been an horrendous week. The type of week that makes you want to throw everyone else out the window. Especially when that everyone else is your boyfriend waking you up by humping you in his sleep at 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning. He was hard as a rock,because of course he was,and now you couldn’t fall back asleep because of all the moving.

Now,you could just wake him up and tell him what he’s doing. It would definitely put a stop to it,he would never do anything without your explicit and enthusiatic consent. He might be a bit embarassed,but nothing more than that.

That doesn’t sound very fun,does it? And you’re already awake anyway,why not just helping him?

You huff under your breath and close your eyes back,blindly reaching for his cock. This of course wakes him up,or maybe it was the way your heartbeat probably sped up a bit. You knew he always listened to your heartbeat,a habit more than a choice. He had told you so a few months ago. You don’t wait for him to fully wake up before grabbing his cock in one of your hand,earning a surprised,but not displeased,whine from him. “Darling?” He murmurs grogilly,but you don’t even bother opening your eyes,just giving his dick a clumsy stroke. He moans again,flustered,and unconciously fucks up into your hand. “You woke me up rubbing your damn hard-on on my thigh.” You answer his unasked question,doing your best to glare at him with your eyes still closed. He attempts to apologize but you squeeze him as hard as you can and instead he relases a half moan,half scream kind of sound.

“Shhh. I’m trying to rest here. You’re Superman,you can take some rough play.” You whisper harsly,annoyed. He nods,an apologetic look in his eyes,and moves his hand to cover his mouth to stop a sound as your hand moves again. “And no hands.” You add,shifting to lay down more comfortably. He nods,biting his lips to keep silent. This goes on for a few slow,agonizing minutes,you only occasionally squeezing or stroking his cock,and him trying not to whine or beg you to go faster.

You start to get tired of the game pretty soon and begin to go quicker,your thumb brushing against his tip to gather the precum there and smear it over his length,making the movements easier. Running a finger on the vein running on the underside of his dick,your nails barely scratching it,your eyes still closed all troughout. You fell it pulsating in your hand and the sheets move slightly as he grips them for dear life. You wait until he’s right on the edge,every muscle in his body tensing,his hips bucking up into your hand. You stop for a moment,just to tease him,and he actually cries out. You tsk at him,one eye opening slightly to better glare,and as his mouth open to apologize,or maybe beg,your finger sneaks its way to the tip,playing with it before pressing a fingernail down right over the slit until you know it start to hurt. He was always way more sensitive on his dick,especially when hard. You think it might be related to alien biology or something. Never really cared to ask.

He whines loudly and his hips squirm,unsure whetever to move away from the pain or closer to feel more pleasure. A few more strokes and he’s gone,bucking up in your hand as thick white ropes of cum stain his stomach,the sheets and your wrist. You stroke him trought it and a bit after,just to overstimulate him a bit. You wipe your hand down on his thigh and turn around,finally going back to sleep. At least this time Clark seems way too out of it to wake you up.

Your werewolf boss has seemed mad at you ever since you started testosterone.

At first, you thought it was just your imagination. He started watching you more closely about a month after you began your shots, his eyes narrowed, head tilted to the side. Like he was trying to figure something out. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up the first time you felt it, your body's natural reaction to being watched by a predator. You could feel your blood under your skin.

Of course, that's everything, lately. Your veins are on fire. Everything is electric. Your cock has started growing, twitching in your pants throughout the day, reminding you it's there. What it wants. You have bigger things to worry about than your boss. Like how to get through the day without going insane.

Then he starts avoiding you entirely.

But it can't be transphobia, you reason. No one at work knows yet. You can't really figure out why he'd have other people deliver messages to you, manage you instead of him, but as long as things get done and you get through the day without crying from need, you're happy.

Until today, when he slams you back against the wall without warning while you're on your break, your back pressed hard into the brick wall behind the building.

"You have to do something about that smell," he growls. He has one hand next to your head, and his nostrils flare as he peers down at you.

"What--" you stammer. Your face goes hot. Smell? Something sick and humiliating threatens to descend over you.

"Your... Persistent excitement," he says, voice low. "It is distracting. Don't you know how to handle it?"

The humiliation floods your body.

He can smell it.

Of course he can. Fucking werewolf.

"Of course I do," you say, with a little more edge than you intended.

"Then why are you always so... desperate?" he asks. He looks unimpressed, his eyes raking over your body like it's a mystery for him to solve. "You are like a whelp in his first rutting season. Overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of the females. At a loss for how to get what you need from them."

"I am not," you protest instinctively, even though, truthfully, you're only half sure you know what he's talking about. You're pretty sure he's calling you a useless virgin.

"You are," he says. He's completely unconcerned with your arguments. "And it is distracting. Your body is changing, and you have no idea what to do with it."

His eyes have gone dark. Heavy lidded. There's something there now that wasn't before; a kind of feral steel. A hunter's focus. He leans in just a fraction of an inch closer, inhaling your scent, and his pupils go wide.

"Someone needs to... Teach you. How to handle your new needs."

It's a growl. And not a question. He doesn't waste time before he's shoving his hand into your pants.

You're so wet already (so wet and so hard all day, every day) and you gasp involuntarily when his calloused fingertips brush your sensitive head. You twitch between his middle and index fingers. He slides them up and down your new growth experimentally; his tongue darts out to wet his lips as you buck immediately into his palm. God, it's so sensitive that you nearly collapse against the wall.

"See?" he says. You can feel his voice in his chest where he presses against you. Pinning you, keeping you upright with his weight. "Already so responsive. Don't worry, pup. I'll take care of you."

He's panting, now, as he strokes you more confidently. He's staring down at you, eyes piercing and claiming.

A week later when his testosterone started running low and the extra vial being broken when it's pulled out of the mini fridge in the room. It made reader start to slightly panic, he hadn't been off testosterone since he had started taking it. He hide the evidence and started thinking of ways to try and decided to ration the little bit he had left.

At least until he woke up the next morning to a small white tin sitting on his nightstand. Nicotine pounch written on the side. At first reader didn't think nothing of the tin, thought it was a wrong delivery, but after a stressful wake up with a inspection and surprise drills, he decided to try one of these nicotine pouches, only to open the lid and see a note in a beautiful elegant cursive.

Was told you had medicine to take. And that 'medicine' is hard to get in Russia, here is testosterone pouches. Should help if you run out.

Reader almost cried reading the note, thankful to this hidden stranger. That night he finished off the vial he had been rationing, since he hadn't taken a full dose. And in the morning, he put one of the pouches on.

Weeks went by as Reader collected data on a particular konni base. And each week, when the patches started getting low, he'd wake to find a fresh tin.

When he was finally getting to leave, his extra vials finally made it to base. He placed the vials in the fridge, finished packing, and went to sleep. In the morning he was tryna give himself his normal shot, but after weeks of not giving shots, he was having trouble getting the placement right.

Until two larger hands grabbed his and a russian voice spike, "Here let me help."

Nikolai.

The pilot reader had been eyeing since he arrived, he had come up in many conversations back on the TF141 base. The one with kind eyes and a rough smile.

Nikolai held eye contact with reader as he took the shot of testorone from their hands, before he admistered it with ease. Once it was finished, he set the empty syringe on the counter.

"This line of work can be hard for people like you. But if you tell the right people, they can help you. John and his boys, would be very understanding and it would give you a support group. But if you dont want to talk to them..." Nikolai pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to reader. "Give me your number, you can text and call me."