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tw: gn reader, noncon, (mention of reader having children), minor injury, drugging, victim blaming, video tapping, creampie.
your heady scent wafts through the air.
itâs taking everything in him not to take what he wants, right here, right now. his fist clenches underneath the table. he offers you a smile, one that doesnât quite reach his eyes, noticing your attention drawn to him as the conversation lulls.
youâre collarless, scent gland on display.
itâs a bit engorged. the skin raised from your impending heat. heâs never known omegas to flaunt themselves like that. not unless they wanted something to happen to them. thatâs what this is, right? some little signal to him? youâve always been so elusive. itâs hard to tell when it comes to you.
itâs starting to drive him insane, but it doesnât matter. youâll be his all the same.
he sits a bit closer to you, throwing his arm around the couch as he listens to you prattle on about some show he canât be bothered to care about, not right now. not with your scent coiling in the air like that.
you smell so sweet, even to someone like him with dulled senses. itâs so much better close to the source.
when you lean into him, head knocking into his shoulder, his mouth waters. his teeth start to ache. all it would take is one bite. heâd pull you into a hug, grip your hair tight, splay the delicate line of your neck to him.
no, no, no.
not one bite. it wouldnât last, not from someone like him. heâll have to keep doing it, over and over and over again. make the mark stick, leave his indentation in your neck. until you never have to wear that stupid collar ever again.
youâll bear his mark on your skin insteadâthe perfect necklace.
for now, heâs keep listening, keeps letting you press yourself against him, none the wiser that he has something special planned for you.
âiâll get us something to drink,â he states abruptly, squeezing your shoulder as he departs.
he doesnât wait for you to answer, just getting up and heading into the kitchen. heâs been here long enough that everythingâs become second nature to him. he knows where the utensils are, where you keep your favorite snacks, the food you eat, nearly everything about you at this point.
that means youâre perfect for each other.
he opens the fridge, grabs the pitcher, and sets it on the counter. his hand lingers on his front pocket, on the little packet of heat inducer. it was surprisingly easy to obtain; who wouldâve thought? you know a guy who knows a guy, and things just magically fall into your lap.
he tested it on himself first, of course. luckily, it didnât do much but give him an erection that seemed to last for fucking days. heâs not leaving this shit to chance. he waited too long for you to mess this up.
he grabs two cups from the dish rack, not wanting to dawdle too long. thatâll seem suspicious, and heâs not that type of guy. he pours it into your cup, watching the white powder be absorbed by the juice.
itâs supposed to be flavorless.
hopefully, youâre not one of those people who notice everything. as much as he doesnât want to hurt you. heâs not afraid of getting rough, but itâll still be really unfortunate to break that illusion.
all of the work that went into carefully crafting his personality to your liking.
all down the drain.
he returns to your side, a smile on his face as he hands you the glass. âfor you,â he adds, gaze lingering on your face. his fingernail scrapes down the glass as he counts down the seconds, that drag into minutes, waiting for the drug to kick in.
any day now.
and there.
he feels the exact moment you slump into him, nearly slipping your drink onto the floor. he takes it out of your hand, breath hitching from the contact. even now, just the touch of your skin against his is enough to set him off.
he sets the drink down.
that sweet smell deepens, practically pressing against his nose. his tongue swipes across blunt teeth. he wraps his arms around you, nosing against your neck as he lets out a pleased sigh.
âw-what? what did you give me?â you slur, trying and failing to push him away.
you can barely feel your fingertips. itâs like youâre watching everything happen from outside of your body. your mindâs growing all hazy with want. it feels like youâre going into heat, but that shouldnât be possible.
you take your pills on time. you shouldnât be due for another week at most.
it couldnât possibly be him.
heâs supposed to your friend.
he licks a stripe up your neck, allowing you to slide down the couch. youâre rag-dolling at this point. he has to position your legs to keep you from falling off. heâd prefer to do this in your bed. just so you can remember this exact moment, every single time you fall asleep.
but heâll accept this for now. the drug isnât going to wear off that fast, especially not for its intended target. he paid far too much for this shit to be a dud.
you feel the exact moment his teeth sink into your scent gland. the smell of iron burns your nose. he bit down hard enough to draw blood. you want to cry, but the tears just wonât come. the only reaction you can muster is the slight hitch in your breathing.
he pulls back, just enough to look at your face. he wants to write this moment in his mind forever. youâre just so beautiful, even limp and useless. you canât give him a proper reaction right now, but thatâs alright.
you have all the time in the world. you didnât really think heâd be alright with just having you once, did you?
his grin widens, showing off blood-stained teeth. his hand comes down to caress your cheek, trailing down to your gland. the skin is angry and bruised, teeth marks imprinted on your delicate throat. he presses his thumb into it, watching the beginning of tears well up in your eyes.
finally, a reaction.
âoh, did that hurt, darling?â he questions, tone mocking. he brings his thumb back up to his mouth, licking the blood, your blood, off his finger, reveling in the sight of your teary face.
fuck, thatâs so hot.
he chuckles, reaching into his back pocket. he takes out his phone, the first photo heâs ever taken of you staring back at him as he unlocks it. he opens the camera app, the click of the shutter breaking through the noise as his library fills with more pictures of you.
âi think iâll keep this one, and that one, and the other one,â he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners. âmight even make it my lock screen. youâre⌠god, youâre just so beautiful, you know. you just⌠make it so hard to keep my hands to myself. honestly, iâm surprised i lasted this long.â
he sets the phone to the side for now, returning his attention to you.
âiâm gonna take reeeal good care of you, sweetheart,â he murmurs, nimble fingers sliding your pants down your legs. his gaze lingers on the sight of your slick, soaked thighs. youâve managed to make a mess of your underwear, and he hasnât even properly touched you yet.
still, heâs a gentleman.
heâs not going to skip out on foreplay and pass up the chance of tasting you. he takes off your underwear as well, stuffing them into his pocket for safekeeping. he kneels between your legs, face hovering inches from your glistening sex.
ah, youâre so wet and all for him.
the scent of you is even better here, all musky and sweet. the flavor of your essence erupts on his taste buds as he licks a stripe up your sex, letting out an airy moan. his nails dig into your thighs as he drags you closer, arranging your legs to dangle over his shoulders.
he laps at the slick dripping from your entrance, fingers stroking the length of your arousal. itâs pulsing beneath his fingertips, throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own. youâre just as wet as heâd imagines youâd be.
the real thing is way better than the omega porn he watched. only, after he found out your designation. thereâs never been a point in watching it anymore. not when he has actual material right in front of him.
he takes you into his mouth, suckling on your swollen heat. his gaze is drawn to the shaky rise and fall of your chest as he keeps sucking. yeah, youâre starting to feel it now. he squeezes your chest, rolling your pebbled nipple through your shirt.
youâre just so responsive. when he licks, your thighs start to twitch. when he sucks harshly, you let out an exhale that sounds more like a sob than anything. a sob of pleasure? yeah, thatâs what it is. you want this just as much as he does. you always have. you just needed a little more⌠coercion.
someone like youâan omega.
you just donât know what you actually want. thatâs why you need someone like him to take control. someone whoâll fill your mind with blissful pleasure. thatâs how itâs supposed to be. people like you donât have ambitions. you donât need to go to school or keep that shitty little job that doesnât pay you enough.
youâre supposed to have his children, stay home and take care of them. in fact, you shouldnât ever leave. itâs not safe. what if someone has the same idea as him? of course, they would. youâre just too enticing.
thatâs why he canât help acting this way.
itâs all your fault.
you caused all of this to happen. why else would you have invited him into your home? no, your home together, so close to your heat. allowing that sweet scent of yours to coil around him like a loverâs embrace.
youâre so coy.
acting like you donât want this, when youâve been throwing yourself at him this entire time.
his finger breaches your hole, two at a time. youâre so wet that his fingers slide right inside. he listens to the messy squelch of your hole, teeth biting into his lip at the lewd sight. with every push of his fingers, more of your slick drips out. if he keeps this up, youâll stain the couch.
so naughty.
oh, itâll be so sweet. just think about it. every time you sit down on this couch, youâll remember just how we took care of you, ate you out, fingered you open, prepped you to receive his love.
now, that he thinks about it. what better way to remember this special moment than with a video? a photo. those are alright, but a video. heâll have all of your cute little reactions saved in the memory of his phone. itâll be something sweet to look back on with you. wouldnât that be so nice?
right, sweetheart?
he pulls away for a moment, fingers glistening with your juices as he reaches for his phone. he props it up on the discarded glass, making sure the angle is right before he presses record. he takes a moment to think to himself.
heâs actually doing this. youâre finally going to become one.
the sound of him pulling down his zipper rips through the delicate moment of appreciation. he can feel the weight of your teary gaze on him and see the subtle motions of your lips mouthing out words. he doesnât wait for an answer, merely pulling his pants and underwear down far enough to slip his dick out.
he lets out a sigh of relief. god, it feels like heâs been sporting a half chub since the moment he got here.
he climbs on top of you, bracketing you in as he strokes himself. âare you ready, love?â he murmurs, gaze filled with possessiveness and, most of all, pure love. his hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with your limp ones as he presses inside.
he lets out a satisfied sigh, feeling you tighten around the intrusion. he noses at your neck, sucking on your scent gland as he rocks against you. that sickeningly sweet scent wafts into his nose once more. itâs euphoric, better than any drug.
itâs almost enough to make him come from the thought alone, but he wonât.
no, not yet.
he has to make sure you enjoy yourself first. he might not be able to satisfy you with a knot like an alpha would, but a few orgasms should do the trick. thatâs what it said online, at least. when he was doing⌠research.
his hand wanders back down, rubbing between the junction of your thighs. your eyes are still glazed over, face lax with a line of drool decorating your chin. mmm, youâre so sloppy. thatâs what he loves about people like you. the kind who lose control during sex, making a mess all over themselves.
he starts to thrust faster, feeling himself start to leak inside you. âa-ah, yeah. you feel that, sweetie,â he murmurs against your skin. itâs like youâre trying to push him out every time he thrusts back inside you. ây-you keep making me feel that good, and i⌠i might just put a baby inside you. you want that too, right? a bunch of brats together? just me and you⌠and our kids running around the place.â
youâre not responding to his tentative touch anymore, but⌠thatâs alright. he knows just how overwhelming things like this can be, having your first time with your soulmate.
he canât even believe itâs happening himself.
he surges forward, lips pressing against yours for the first time. his tongue parts your lips, slipping inside your mouth as he loses himself in the taste of you. the gentle smacks of his lips pressing against yours fill the room, a backdrop to the sound of the television thatâs grown long forgotten, the very moment he handed you that drink.
he continues rutting against you, keeps rubbing his fingers along the throbbing heat between your thighs as he presses your prone form further into the couch cushions.
heâs going to make you come.
he can feel it.
your body doesnât lie, even with those deceptive tears that are spilling from your eyes. god, he wished you'd stop with the fucking theatrics. having a cock inside you canât be that damn bad.
youâre in heat. you want this.
if he didnât come over here. youâd probably be on your hands and knees for the first dick that appeared, begging to be knotted. if anything, heâs doing you a favor.
so, you should be grateful. grateful that he even prepped you at all. maybe you wouldâve preferred he just shove his dick inside you dry. no slick to help with the intrusion.
just him.
he grits his teeth, willing away those thoughts. he just needs to focus on the feeling of your hole fluttering around him. donât think about other people with you. heâs here with you right now. itâs his dick thatâs making you feel this good.
no one elseâs.
that euphoric feel that heâs been chasing catches up to him as he lets out a choked-off moan. his fingers tighten around yours, hips slowing to a still as he paints your insides white with his release.
he really did it.
he came inside you. you have his teeth marks on your neck.
something that only happened in his wet dreams that would keep him up at night.
he pulls out of you, taking the moment to admire the sight of his seed dripping out of you. now, this is something he can get used to. your beautiful face, and the sight of your freshly bred hole. he scoops back up his come, fingering it back inside your entrance.
you didnât think really think he about your little problem, did you? he might be coming down from his high, but he still has to breed out your heat. show you that heâs way better than any of those useless alphas.
and heâs going to make sure you come again, and again, and again.
thinking about human reader with an alien/monster owner.
tw: gn reader, reader has hair, noncon, dehumanization, humans as pets, height difference, groping, forced bathing, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie
âah, there you are,â it chirps, peering into the room.
its smile widens at the sight of its beloved pet, eyes crinkling at the corners. âplaying hide and seek again? oh, youâre just too cute! iâm glad i found you.â
it walks over, its large hand coming down to pull away the blanket you were using as a shield to cover yourself. it tugs harder, eyebrows furrowing in confusion from your actions.
âyouâre being bad again,â it coos, tone deceptively sweet.
its eyes tell a different story, looking down at you with a possessive glint that it doesnât bother to hide, and why would it? pets donât make the rules. theyâre supposed to sit there and look pretty. obey their owners' every word.
âdonât make me punish you again, pet,â it purrs, allowing the blanket to fall away so it can grip your throat. âyou remember what happened last time, right?â
its fingers tighten only the slightest bit. a testament to its strength. it doesnât actually want to hurt you. just scare you a bit, feel your heartbeat flutter wildly beneath its large hand, and that little exhale you do when it squeezes tighterâhow youâll look up at them for forgiveness.
itâs cute.
so, so cute.
but that reminds them. itâs time for your bath. thatâs probably its favorite time of the day. that and choosing what outfit youâll wear for the day. itâs only proper, after all, that you'll wear the best clothes, eat that expensive brand of pet food it knows you love, and wear that pretty, expensive collar around your neck.
it releases its grip on your neck, giving your cheek a caress with its thumb. just one finger of theirs is enough to engulf the other side of your face. âletâs get you cleaned up,â it giggles, picking you up and cradling you close to its chest. âeven after all this time. you still manage to get so dirty,â it voices, long strides taking it out of your area and into the bathroom.
it takes a moment. just holding your trembling form within its arms. aw, thatâs so cute! youâre even purring with your entire body, instead of your chest! oh, itâll never get tired of your little reactions; even when youâre misbehaving, youâre still trying to show your love for them.
it responds with a purr of its own, its hand petting the top of your head.
it sets you down with a bit of reluctanceâa lot of reluctance, actually. as much as it would love to continue holding onto you. you⌠do need a bath, and it does give them a reason to touch you. not that it would ever need one, but it's the thought that counts.
it turns the knob, sparing you a glance as it checks the temperature, making sure it's warm enough for you to sit in. oh, it couldnât bear the thought of something as minuscule as water harming you. itâs the only one allowed to leave marks on your beautiful skin.
it picks you back up, cooing at you as you start to fuss. âshush, pet. itâs just water,â it coos, settling you in the middle of the large tub. it crouches down, hovering over the edge of the tub. it grabs the pet-approved soap and rubs it into your skin.
the scent of roses begins to fill the space.
it continues washing you, groping your body under the guise of cleaning you properly. its hand trails down your backside, venturing between the cleft of your cheeks. its eyes narrow as you tense up again, lips dipping into a frown. âthis place is really dirty,â it reassures, the other hand coming down to grip your shoulder. âjust a little longer, alright. i have to make sure youâre aaallll clean.â
it gives you another squeeze, one lone finger rubbing the soap against the rim. youâre so soft here, and, oh⌠youâre starting to purr again? hmm, you must really like this. youâre getting all excited again, starting to shake even as you try to pull away.
it moves with you, the water splashing around with your frantic movements. âoh, itâs okay. itâs okay, pet,â it murmurs, its voice growing all sing-song. âitâs just a bath, remember? why are you acting so afraid? acting like you donât want this?â
âthis hole of yours is sooo dirty,â it coos, pressing against the rim more insistently. âi have to clean the inside too. just be still, alright.â
press, press, pressâŚ
you flail.
it grips you even harder, restricting your movements. the finger breaches your hole, making your eyes grow glossy with tears, but you know better than to let them fall. it always takes your every reaction as something positive, misconstruing it to its own wishes.
the finger drags inside you, scraping against your walls. it doesnât feel good. it never does.
your skin prickles. you feel it watching your every reaction.
it keeps the thrust of its fingers shallow, just watching it disappear inside you for now. your insides are so soft. it feels the heat of you, clenching around its finger.
youâre so cute. so, so cute.
it wants more.
it takes out its finger, feeling that pang of arousal as it zeros in on how your hole gapes from its finger. oh, itâll fill that dirty place of yours right back up with something far cleaner. something far larger, too. but it needs to clean the rest of you.
no more getting sidetracked.
your bath resumes, the water starting to grow cold. its fingers carded through your hair, weaving soap into the strands. its hand reaches into the water, scooping up some of it and watching it cascade down your bare form. what a sight; just looking at the droplets complements your skin.
it makes it want toâ
no, it needs to finish, and then itâll reward you for being so good.
âweâre all done,â it announces, feeling you relax just a fraction. âletâs get you dried. iâd hate for you to get sick, buuuut, that only means more time for me to dote on you.â it gives your cheek a gentle caress, eyes drifting down to the finger-shaped bruise blossoming across your waist from its carelessness.
it feels that pang again. you always make them feel this way.
so alive.
it picks you up again, not at all bothered by the fact that youâre soaking its clothes. it reaches down to pull the stopper, watching the water swirl down the drain. it gives you a once-over, standing to its full height as it exits the bathroom. its feet take it to the bedroom, not your pen, like it usually would.
it wants to⌠reward you for your good behavior. you handled that bath so well. usually, youâd make such a huge fuss. it looks like those punishments are finally starting to pay off.
it places you on the chair, reaching for a towel to dry you off. the soft towel graces your skin, collecting the water droplets clinging to your skin. itâs hard to feel relaxed, even with its gentle motions. you know what comes next whenever youâre brought into its room, and thatâs not counting the fact that it was practically molesting you during what shouldâve been a regular bath.
itâs hovering again, like it always does.
the towel is rubbing against your skin a bit harder than usual, but whatâs the usual when it comes to them? itâs focusing on the bruises, fingers pressing into your skin. you let out a little hiss, quickly trying to hide your reaction, but it doesnât matter in the end.
nothing gets past them.
âaw, did that hurt, pet?â it asks, cocking its head to the side. its grin widens, showing off an array of pearly white teeth. âoh, iâm sorry. i canât help myself when it comes to you, you know? youâre just so cute. sometimes, i⌠want to be a biiit rough with you.â
it tuts at them, cheeks dimpling as it sets the towel aside. itâll have to remember to clean it. or just let it join the other pile of unwashed towels. itâll carry the scent of their love for a while. at least, until the next wash cycle?
it rests its hand on your shoulder, eyes crinkling at the corners as it gives you a look. âbe a good pet and present yourself to your master,â it murmurs, its voice growing soft. its gaze washes over you, feeling its heart start to pick up, watching you scramble to obey its command.
hah, so obedient.
you always give in in the end, even with all the tantrums or how you used to ignore him. if you keep this up, it might even allow you to sleep in its bed, but thatâs only for good little humans.
good little humans that obey their masterâs every word.
it leans down, grasping your legs and canting up your hips. its tongue unfurls from its mouth, swiping over your sex and hole.
it can still smell the scent of roses on your skin.
its tongue laps at your hole, fingers holding your cheeks apart. it can already smell hints of your arousal. your body never lies, even as you try to fight it at every turn. it lets out a hum of satisfaction, starting to purr itself as its tongue prods at your puckered rim.
your hole gives way to their efforts, like it always does. its grip tightens, not allowing you to pull away as it licks you open. youâre nearly ready, especially if youâre able to take this much of their tongue already. it pulls back for a moment, hand coming up to wipe the drool off its chin as it admires its handiwork.
youâre so wet with your sex dripping all over the stool.
oh, yeah. youâre ready. definitely ready.
it presses itself back against you, pelvis meeting your ass. its cock parts the folds of its slit, leaking all over the cleft of your ass cheeks. it ruts against you, pressing you against the chair with its weight. its breath comes out in puffs, nails leaving indents in your skin, digging into those bruises it made in the bathroom.
its cock nudges against your hole, the skinniest part of it sliding in easily. itâs never been able to penetrate you fully, and not for its knack of trying. it would rather have you this way than risk breaking its favorite pet. it holds you like a doll within its grasp, forcing you to take another inch. thereâs still so much for you to take, but youâre already filled to the brim, just from that.
it settles for just leisurely rocking its hips, watching you twitch and squirm in its hands. it feels your hole squeezing them tight. itâs enough for a moan to escape their lips. âstars, youâre so p-pretty,â it coos, dragging you back onto its length. âs-such a pretty, pretty human.â
all it takes is one hand to grip both of your wrists, forcing you to rise until your toes grace the top of the chair. with this angle, it's far easier for it to drive itself into you. it forces your back to arch, neck craning down as it presses its lips against yours, long tongue slipping past your parted lips.
its fingers splay against your throat, feeling how far its tongue has traveled down your throat. itâs hard for you to breathe. you can barely find your footing on the chair with how hard youâre shaking. its hand finds your sex, stroking it in tandem with its thrusts.
you let out a rather pathetic whine, pulling away from him to breathe. your entire body trembles, thighs clenching together as you try to stop it from thrusting into you. it doesnât do anything but make them fuck into you harder.
âju-just a little longer,â it reassures, cock rubbing against that place inside you that makes you see stars. it starts to expand inside you, making tears spring to your eyes. the sting is quieted by the squirt of cum filling your bowels. âthatâs better. such a g-good little human. so good.â
it just holds you there, breathing evening out as it calms down. its cock continues to spurt inside you for a while before it starts to shrink, sliding back into its protective slit. it gives your head a soft caress, watching the result of its love drip from your puffy hole.
tw: gn reader, a/b/o dynamics, slightly suggestive, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, minor slut-shaming
heâs no one special, someone easily blending into the background unnoticed by you. nothing was amiss when he finally approached you, tired of being a mere spectator in your life.
you thought nothing wrong when he approached you, clamoring to befriend you as you took in his barely-there scent, and his distinct lack of scent gland, marking him as a beta.
it was easy for him to gain your trust, much to his delight. his status made it more than easy to. when youâre not trying to figure out no oneâs intentions. and why would you? heâs a beta. the odds of him being interested in an omega should be close to none. there isnât that instinctual pull that causes people to hover around you.
but, linger around he still did.
still, you were far too trusting for his liking. of course, you would be. youâre perfect. always so kind. always so trusting. always so. . .
so nice, and trusting, and naive.
it makes him feel sick, watching them hover around you like flies, looking at you with their disgusting eyes, and even worse, allowing their disgusting scents to linger on you.
theyâre so blatant about their intentions.
itâs sickening. just like him. so blatant with his advances, and you donât even notice. youâre teasing him. you have to be. youâre just⌠playing into that coy omega stereotype, right? making him chase after you like a dog with a bone. thatâs what it is. it has to be.
youâre so trusting. so sweet. you donât throw yourself at whatever alpha looks your way, like all of those other whores. so eager to open their legs for a scrap of attention, but not you. never you.
youâre pure.
so pure, and all for him.
thatâs why you wear that collar upon your neck. youâre just waiting for him to take it off you. thatâs why you invite him over to your place, leaking that coiling sweet scent, enough to make even a betaâs mouth water.
youâre a seducer, and heâs no better than an alpha. no, heâs even worse than them. heâs always been sick when it comes to you. and it's getting harder and harder to pretend to be something he's not.
heâs a wolf, masquerading as a sheep. all soft smiles, and even softer hands. just itching for you to slip up, so he could claim you for himself. sink his teeth into your scent gland with blunt teeth, marking you as his forever.
at times, he wonders, did his lack of scent, his calm demeanor, cause you to lower your guard? heâs a beta, of course heâs not a threat. people like him are never meant to be, but thatâs when heâll strike.
when youâre most vulnerable, when your instincts will cloud your judgement, when your body will be starving for a loverâs embrace.
his embrace.
because youâre his, and heâll make sure of it. youâre soulmates, canât you see? youâll wear his mark. heâll mare your perfect skin with his teeth, taste your gland beneath his tongue, rewrite your biology until your body recognizes him as your rightful mate.
heâll be your beta. your alpha. your everything.
