Make Me Alien/Reader

“Make Me” Alien/Reader

Sentence Prompts #1: “Come over here and make me.” Thanks to @good-girl-gone-exo for sending in the prompt. Huge thanks to @hufflesmonsters for encouraging me through the writing process (without you I would have flailed) and @elizabethtarington for helping me edit and also brainstorming with me. 

Characters: Male Alien/Female Reader Content: Lemon/NSFW, oral sex, PIV sex, Aliens scenting their mates, Word Count: ~5100

You’ve been working on a Qasallian starliner for a month, and you’re ready to go home. Still, you’ve got a job to do, learning about the large, bat-like Qasallians, even if they’re not making your job easy.

You’ve got datapads full of notes on what they look like. They’re humanoid in some ways; their bodies are basically human-shaped, with two legs,  and two arms. They have six fingers, and four large, clawed toes with a dew-claw type appendage at the back of each foot though. Their head is also human-like, though they’ve got oversized, bat-like ears, which can swivel to pick up sounds. Their eyes seem large in their faces, and apparently they change color with their moods. You haven’t seen this phenomenon yourself.

The two most remarkable differences between a Qasallian and a human are their wings and their tails. Their wings are membranes which match the color of their skin, and which most closely resemble bat wings. Their tails are a few feet long, with a small tuft of fur at the end.

If your job was writing about their appearance, you’d be done by now. But it’s not. You’re supposed to be writing about their culture, and there’s the problem. None of them will talk to you.

It would be much easier to do your job, you think, if the Captain hadn’t decided from your first day on the ship that he hated you. As soon as you’d set foot in the hangar where you’d been set to make introductions, he’d stiffened, and begun to glare at you. You didn’t know what you’d done, but it must have been egregious, because none of the crew would come near you. Offending the Captain of a spaceship was a surefire way to get ostracized.

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Beautiful and Damned 3- Small Favors [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Hallways hold many secrets.

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: None.

You were having the best dream of your life before you were forcefully woken up by your insufferable brother who had apparently made a promise to himself not to let you be happy, even in your dreams.

The very familiar white hair falling over your face, tickling you as his deep whisper in your ear made you gasp, the warmth spreading from the pit of your stomach-

All before the door slammed open with a bang and the bliss disappeared like the flame of a candle in the storm.

“Good morning sister!” Fin’s loud voice reached you, making your eyes snap open and you tried to catch your breath, your heart still pacing. You could feel the burning in your cheeks but the happiness of the dream turned so sour so fast that it even gave you a head spin.

“What?!” you snapped, sitting up straight in the huge bed, and Fin tilted his head.

“Someone’s grumpy.”

“Your highness, I tried to stop him.” Cassandra said and Fin, the future king of the country, the man who would have to join wars and make very important decisions, pouted.

“Cassie likes me better than you.”

“I don’t appreciate being woken up like this,” you said through your teeth, still trying to come down from the dream, trying your hardest to ignore the goosebumps on your skin.

“You don’t want to see your favorite brother?”

“Tiernan is asleep.” You managed to snark and he gasped, his jaw dropping.

“You wouldn’t prefer that brat over me.”

“That brat is our brother.”

“Our brother who can’t talk yet,” he reminded you, “No reason to favor him.”

“I don’t know Fin, a brother who can’t talk sounds really good to me right now.”

“Why are you in such a pleasant mood?” he asked, and you kicked off the covers, then made your way to the window to open it wide, letting the breeze caress your skin. It felt good to the fire on your face when you remembered what the dream was about and you bit inside your cheek.

“I haven’t had much sleep last night.” You managed to say, “I had uh…. nightmares.”

“Of the curse?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded fervently, “Yeah. Absolutely. They- they were not pleasant at all.”

“I got that from nightmares.” Fin said, shooting you a look, “Perhaps you should go to the healer again.”

“Hm?”

“For your night terrors. Didn’t he give you something?”

“Lavender,” you said, “The scent is calming.”

“Tell him to give you something you can actually take, rather than smell.”

You leaned back to the window, crossing your arms. “Maybe.”

“And hey,” he took a step towards you, “Whatever you see at night…. You know that’s not real right?”

For some reason it hurt you more than it was supposed to, but you tried to smile.

“Yes,” you mumbled, “I know it can never be real.”

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Beautiful and Damned 3- Small Favors [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Hallways hold many secrets.

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: None.

You were having the best dream of your life before you were forcefully woken up by your insufferable brother who had apparently made a promise to himself not to let you be happy, even in your dreams.

The very familiar white hair falling over your face, tickling you as his deep whisper in your ear made you gasp, the warmth spreading from the pit of your stomach-

All before the door slammed open with a bang and the bliss disappeared like the flame of a candle in the storm.

“Good morning sister!” Fin’s loud voice reached you, making your eyes snap open and you tried to catch your breath, your heart still pacing. You could feel the burning in your cheeks but the happiness of the dream turned so sour so fast that it even gave you a head spin.

“What?!” you snapped, sitting up straight in the huge bed, and Fin tilted his head.

“Someone’s grumpy.”

“Your highness, I tried to stop him.” Cassandra said and Fin, the future king of the country, the man who would have to join wars and make very important decisions, pouted.

“Cassie likes me better than you.”

“I don’t appreciate being woken up like this,” you said through your teeth, still trying to come down from the dream, trying your hardest to ignore the goosebumps on your skin.

“You don’t want to see your favorite brother?”

“Tiernan is asleep.” You managed to snark and he gasped, his jaw dropping.

“You wouldn’t prefer that brat over me.”

“That brat is our brother.”

“Our brother who can’t talk yet,” he reminded you, “No reason to favor him.”

“I don’t know Fin, a brother who can’t talk sounds really good to me right now.”

“Why are you in such a pleasant mood?” he asked, and you kicked off the covers, then made your way to the window to open it wide, letting the breeze caress your skin. It felt good to the fire on your face when you remembered what the dream was about and you bit inside your cheek.

“I haven’t had much sleep last night.” You managed to say, “I had uh…. nightmares.”

“Of the curse?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded fervently, “Yeah. Absolutely. They- they were not pleasant at all.”

“I got that from nightmares.” Fin said, shooting you a look, “Perhaps you should go to the healer again.”

“Hm?”

“For your night terrors. Didn’t he give you something?”

“Lavender,” you said, “The scent is calming.”

“Tell him to give you something you can actually take, rather than smell.”

You leaned back to the window, crossing your arms. “Maybe.”

“And hey,” he took a step towards you, “Whatever you see at night…. You know that’s not real right?”

For some reason it hurt you more than it was supposed to, but you tried to smile.

“Yes,” you mumbled, “I know it can never be real.”

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keep her in your pocket

For @roses-and-absinthe​ as requested.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements (intercourse, slavery)

This is dark!Steve Rogers and dark!Bucky Barnes x nonhuman!Reader and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Reader is a nonhuman brought to earth by traffickers and auctioned off to the dystopian community of men seeking to augment biological issues of infertility.

Note: Okay, so I finished this one shot on a whim because I wrote the first half a while back but it’s my first fic about a nonhuman reader so hopefully you enjoy it. Leave some feedback, like and reblog if you can <3

This was not a good sign. After so long in the cells, you knew your release was not truly freedom. The ship had stilled, the hum of the motors no longer droned in your head, the air was stifling. The captain and his greasy raiders walked the line of bars and unlocked each door one by one. Whispers; nervous, fearful, naively excited, filled the air. 

You crossed your arms and kept to the back of your cell. You had lost count of the time long ago. You barely bothered at all to think of it. What were you waiting for but your next jailer? You knew the insignia better than most. You had been warned most of your life to avoid it. Traders of the flesh.

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For smut prompts, do u think u can do Bucky w/ 1 and 35?

Negative Reinforcement 

Warnings: brat reader x dark! bodyguard Bucky, dub con/ non con, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial 

Notes: This was another prompt request given to me by @fan-girly-girl . I hope you enjoy it!!

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