-Owner!Ghost x hybrid! Bunny! Reader whos foot keeps thumping on the ground as Ghost continues to get to busy to pet them. Maybe cleaning up their bed because they got stains all over it because they ate sweets in it. (Something they weren’t supposed to do)
-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)
-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!
-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)
-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.
-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”
-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.
-Owner! Ghost how hugs you and coos as he tells you how well you did. Petting those sweet fluffy ears as you sniffle, your stomach warm with pleasure. （˶′◡‵˶）
Pornstar! Price who tends to be too much for his much younger coworkers.
He had been doing this for years at this point, just a fun side gig he did that he hadn't expected to blow up like it did.His favorite had to be you, the newer but just as needy, new partner. You gave the man a run for his money and he fucking loved it. With him being an older man he was a gold mine for younger people. When it came to you it was different though. The viewers (and him) loved doing stupid taboo plots. Having the power imbalance of him being a higher authority figure like someone's boss or teacher made him harder than he could describe.
This particular scene was special to him. A captain and his cadet. He was rough, mean, needy, and you met that energy entirely. The first time he worked with you he was damn there fucking your skull, so deep into the moment. His fingers wrapped tight in your curls, a bulge in your throat showing exactly where he laid with each thrust. When he finally pulled your head to give you a chance to breathe instead of complaining and asking him to relax like most others would you chased after him.
You followed his movements, when he moved back you moved forward only to wrap your plump and swollen lips back around his dick. Tongue easily finding the vein that laid on the underside, just sensitive enough to make him throb in your mouth "Messy fucking slut. Just greedy aren't you? If I knew you were this easy I would've sent you over a long time ago."
Maybe he was getting a little too into it and forgot it wasn't real. That didn't matter to him and apparently not to you either. It did make him wonder, if you were that good on screen then he needed to see just how slutty you were off screen, just for him.
he completely trusts you when it comes to cheating, he would never suspect you of anything. however he doesn’t trust other people, especially other men.
as someone who loves being in control, simon hates how jealous he becomes when someone gets too close to you, he hates how weak he feels when you sympathise too much for his liking ; it reminds him of himself when he was young and vulnerable.
he'll rather die than admit that he feels jealous.
but you know, you see how he tightens his jaw when you go too far, squinting his eyes slightly, not even aware of what he's doing. you see how he sizes up people in order to deduce what they are up to. gosh you love it so much.
you love how simon looks at you with a hint of resentment in his eyes, trying his best not to make a scene. you love when he gets mean and mad enough to manhandle you without a care in the world, how he ends up fucking you harshly as he presses your head against the matress.
he always end up apologizing in the morning, guitly that he went too far. little does he know you kind of do it on purpose now...
The boys decided to go out for drinks the first night they’re able to after a particularly difficult mission. It’s a good way to get away from base and unwind. Maybe flirt with some strangers for a bit even just until they have to return to their duties.
It’s Johnny who spots you first.
You, standing next to the bar as you look unbelievably bored, like you’d rather be literally anywhere else. Despite the disinterested look on your face, Johnny still finds you to be incredibly attractive. So, he tells the others that you’re his. That you’ll be the one he spends his evening flirting with.
And what better way to start than by swooping in to save you when an obnoxiously inebriated man starts getting a bit too handsy with you?
Only he barely makes it three steps towards you when he’s left frozen in shock, mouth and eyes wide open as he stares at what’s happening.
The poor drunk bastard made the mistake of grabbing a bit too low on your body without your consent. The result? You grabbing him by the back of his neck without even looking at him before slamming his face repeatedly into the bar top. You go until his body is limp, eyes rolled back as he falls unconscious, then let go of him leaving him to collapse onto the dirty ground.
And the only reaction you get from every one else in the bar is cheers, followed by the bartender sighing and shaking their head while questioning if you have to go so far every time someone touches you.
Johnny knows right then that he’s not leaving without your name, number, and maybe even ring size.
batch. . .🍥～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆. . . replaced alien bf x male reader
batch ingredients. . .🍙o((*^▽^*))o. . . abuse mentions(from original boyfriend) , killing someone and consuming them , weirdly wet sex , soft sex , the smut scene is very short , slight himbo behavior , his loving nickname for you is literally hairless monkey , not necessarily stockholm syndrome but attachment to abusiveness , reader is hinted to malnourishment , obliviousness
something to know about the batch. . .🥟♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ). . . your boyfriend had been(so obviously)replaced by an alien who was sent to earth purely for his kind to have more food due to the shortage. he is checking if humans are edible and if they're even worth saving if not edible. so when your boyfriend came home from his trip acting so..swee(at least for him). it rose your suspensions
owners note. . .🍚(っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ. . . i never proofread. thought this would be fun
as much as you hated it. you were missing your boyfriend. you missed him and it made you feel so disgusting you almost forgot about the weirdly shaped bruise on your stomach that just wouldn't go away. he could yell, scratch , punch , kick , anything. but this little vacation was affecting you more than you thought it was. you thought it would be exciting , but now you were just sad and worried. worried if he'd found someone else and used this trip as a way to leave you without actually telling you.
then the door clicked open, and the jingle of keys came to your ears. he was back early.. you were instantly up on your feet, shaking slightly but you made your way towards the door. "good evening— boy..friend?" your boyfriends voice rang in your ears, and then you had seen some flowers in his hand. "you're back early, how was your trip?"
he seemed to go silent, his lips twitching as his eyes darted everywhere but your face. "it was..it was good. here." he shoved the flowers towards you. he has never gotten you flowers ever. "i slaughtered these flowers for you. hairless monkey." your lips pressed into a thin line. hairless..monkey? well you guessed that's basically what you were, but why would he call you that.
"oh, thank you this is very sweet of you?" he shook his head, swallowing harshly. "no they are not sweet. they're very bitter." he spoke referencing the flowers before stepping past you. well you didn't really have a vase because he never got you flowers before but you guessed you could find something. "coco will be happy to see you, shes asleep right now." you set the flowers down, and your boyfriend tilted his head confused.
"coco? who is—" there was a loud bark, the sound of a door shoving open as the overly large golden retriever lifted on her hind legs and came to lick at his face. and he had tried so hard not to freak out, with fail. "goodness– does this creature intend to eat me?!" he really was acting weird. what had happened?
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"shall we engage in human sexual intercourse?" he wanted to fuck. he always did. you never said no, you couldn't say no but as of now it felt like you were allowed to say no. "i..sure.." he hadn't yelled at you all day. he was mainly silent , looking too hard at things , and twitching. just randomly twitching out of nowhere.
he nodded, coming in front of you and started undressing you like he didn't know how clothes worked. but that wasn't truly it. realistically, "he" was smarter than you, any sort of other weirdly being was smarter than the human race. but, he didn't know how humans actually worked nor did he know how complicated their bodies were. once you were naked, you felt his lips softly only your skin.
it felt cold and clammy, but you felt the good intentions he had. his hands caressed along your sides, his leg nudging your thighs apart. he seemed nervous, like he hadn't done this before. "hey..are you alright?" you looked up at him, and his eyes glanced upwards. he blinked quickly, but nodded. "i am alright. hairless monkeys are confusing." he had to be on drugs. "but," his cheek nuzzled into yours sweetly. "i do want to do this. i would appreciate your patience."
"..okay. i'll be patient."
hell, your patience had paid off.
he had you in a full nelson, his arms looped underneath your knees and kept them held to your chest. you swore he was bigger than usual, his cocks tip leaked so much it had to count as a full bottle of lubricant. "jesus— christ!" you'd gasp and writhe as his dick pounded in and out of you quickly and harshly.
"i assume your prostate is right.." he stopped, adjusted you and hoisted you up before slamming harder. "here. yes?" you nodded eagerly, tears running down your face and drool dripping freely. he never had you like this. it was always about five minutes , either boring or really painful. "from your reaction i will say i am correct. it feels good."
he grunted, shivering and swallowing harshly. it felt good for him too. the way his kind reproduced was much more different than humans. you weren't even supposed to feel anything, but the fact he did had him messed up. he had never truly felt something so warm and tight..heard someone feel so pleasured from his actions and he loved it more than he thought he would. he started making those noises too, it was almost embarrassing and he felt like a disgrace to his kind.
putting you to sleep felt calming. he didn't know animals with hair only on their head and face could be so cute. you snored quietly, and it all seemed so peaceful. he saw the bruises , you acted like they didn't hurt while he engaged in intercourse but he could tell. his hand rested on your stomach, and one thing to the next the big weird shaped bruise was no longer there.
simon who didn't want to take you because he isn’t used to working with k9s. he prefers to be deep in the field, focused on his own thing more than having to bark orders to a dog. until he was told you couldn't be tamed, that makes him raise a brow.
it doesn't take him long to understand what's going on, your last handler retired, you felt abandoned, you barked and bite. simon didn't flinch, didn't pull back in pain as your fangs dig into the black fabric of his glove. his hand holds your jaw to take a good look at you.
in less than a month simon has you walking behind him like a good dog, listening to commands like you used to, his big hands cupping your face to give you small pats. "good doggy, treat" he mumbles as he crouches in front of you, taking a small treat from his tactical belt and feeding it to you, your mouth covered in blood from the guy you neutrilized.
simon gets a small rush of adrenaline everytime you two go out to the field, feeling you yank at the leash, your vest keeping you from running into whatever you are sniffing for. he loves the way you run back to him, sit on the floor between his legs on meetings, how your head rests on his thigh and look up at him begging for pets, how you whine and paw at him when you wrestle, the way your tail wags when the misison is over and he whispers small praises in your ear. he was your handler now.
simon hitting on the cashier at his fav coffee shop !!!
Simon was *your* regular.
You were 99% sure Simon only visited the little café if you were on shift, that he came there just for you. Though... that seems a bit delusional.
Simon—spelled S-I-M-O-N— you always made sure to spell it correctly on his cup because in your head it mattered to him. He exclusively let you take his order, ring him up, and hand him cash.
It was the same routine; his usual grunts, his VERY intense eye contact, a $5 tip, and a gruff "thanks." Every single time you saw him.
...
"There's something wrong with the cup today."
His eyes locked on yours as he handed it over, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
You raise a brow as you investigate the cup and there on the back, in chicken scratch.. is his phone number.
“Oh..” You had to bite back a grin, fearing he'd think you were laughing at him. “Oh, I see.. Let me make you a new one and I will just..keep this.”
You could see his chest puffing up in satisfaction as he grunted a quick “yeah.”
Omegaverse!Taskforce 141 x Beta-to-Alpha!Male!Reader
Beta!Male!Reader being one of the rescued in a trafficking ring by the taskforce 141. Due to Reader having the worst condition out of all the victims, the team took him to base so that reader can recover.
Reader being thankful since this was his first time getting care from people, and from strangers, in fact they saved him. And not knowing where to go, insisted on staying with the team until he could find some place elsewhere and help Beta!Price in taking care of his pack (Price is the only Beta and the rest are Omegas).
The team consisting mostly of Omegas, always gets constant recommendation from the higher up about "having an Alpha in the pack" for pack stableness or something. But they have a hard time looking for a proper Alpha that everyone is fine with. Considering most Alphas who gets recommended are so... close minded thinking that they get to lead the pack, which the team is against since they want Price to stay as their Captain and know that he has their best interests at heart.
So, when reader started to care for all of the team, they were hesitant. Just return from an op? reader is already there ready to take care of the team. From making meals and even helping them create a nest for much needed rest. Reader wanted to do more, and the rest of the team started warming up to reader's care.
Some meals, reader insisted on giving his meals to the others, saying they need the nutrition first cuz theyre the one getting called on ops.
Reader then starts noticing how the Omegas get constantly hit on by other soldiers. And hates the idea that those idiot Alphas think they actually have a shot with his Omegas...
What? His Omegas?
Reader starts getting sick and at some point needed to go to the hospital. The team was on an op when it happened so imagine their shock when they returned to base smelling this new Alpha smell inside their nest. Just to be more shocked to see it was their Beta not being a Beta at all anymore.
Cue, Alpha!Reader struggling with his new secondary sex. But still continues to care for the team. One problem, the Omegas and Price started to think this was courting but reader doesnt know that. And another thing, the team finds it not off putting... unlike other Alpha who tried to court them.
Then the team finding themselves staring at the Alpha they needed this whole time-
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a/n: Hey guys, another thought popped up and I cant get it out of my head LMAO
I wanted to, again, get this posted before I forgot about it.
I always liked the thought of Beta to Alpha, which I think is called Studding? and I wanna delve into Omegaverse BUT... I think I'll need more time before I make this into a series...
