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If it fine with crossovers can u do 1 of subnautica and Warhammer where whoever reader is paired with finds out reader is a survivor of the aurora crash (which I can imagine would be labeled as the ship being missing because it's canon altera is shady as FUCK and will hide shit) plus was an engineer on the crew?
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I can definitely do crossovers! Especially with these two! Wrote a fic on Subnautica once, but didn’t post it. Altera is a shady like, what you mean I have to pay all that money just because I was surviving? Whole thing a damn scam.😭 I hope you don’t mind that I used my oc’s.
𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: This is not cannon for my oc’s.
𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Some Alpha Legionnaires find out you were one of the engineers on a lost planet called “4546B,” and being the information gathers they are… They want answers.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.
TW // None.
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“Brother! Look what I have found!” Hydra calls out to his fellow legionnaire with a data pad in hand. Shoving the thing into his brothers face as Asclepius flinches away from it, disliking the forced closeness of it. The brightness of the tech hurting his eyes.
“What is it brother?” Asclepius grumbles at his younger counterpart. Taking his brothers’ armored wrist in his own gauntlet, and pushing the data pad away from his face so he can look at it properly. His eyes squinting slightly in confusion at what is being shown on the data pad in front of him.
“It is our little serpent!” Hydra exclaims to him, turning the data pad to him for a second to look at it before showing the simple, blurry picture at him again. The image: all pixelated, though you can tell there was some sort of island in the picture.
“Little serpent?” The older Alpha legionnaire questions, raising his brow at the picture. He was having a bit of a hard time studying this corrupt picture, but it was clear that if he put his mind to it better he could tell it is their little serpent in the picture. “What got you excited about this picture, brother? I see nothing but an island and water around her.”
“Look closer.” Hydra urges him, using his gauntlet to zoom in on the picture, more specifically the background off to the side of their little serpent. Darker, purplish pixels popping up. “See that?”
“They are advanced ruins.” Asclepius huff, shifting his weight. What is his brother trying to say to him? “Where are you getting at, brother?”
“Asclepius.” His brother whines at him, looking up at him with a ‘really?’ expression. Dropping the data pad to his sides. “I’ve talked to you about this, did you not listen?”
“I have, brother. Do not fret.” Asclepius calms him, waving a gentle gauntlet at him. He always takes notes on whenever his brethren are speaking. Especially, with the things they have an interest in, and well… it tends to peak his curiosity’s as well. Causing a chain reaction between the three.
“So you must know we should question our little serpent about this.” Hydra pushes, stepping forward a little bit, his sabatons giving a soft thud to the ground while he puts the data pad up to his face again. This time, a little bit farther away for his face. “She is the only survivor we know about.”
“She is the only survivor?” Asclepius repeats, now very, very interested in this picture than he was before. Looking at it a bit more intently, trying to gather everything out of the measly picture. The Alpha legions need to know burning up in his soul.
“Yes, she is.” Hydra simply confirms back, nodding. Pulling back the data pad to look at the picture again. His deep, ocean blue eyes looking over the picture for the uptenth time.
“Where is she now?” Asclepius asks, standing up straighter. Wanting to just bolt to be the first to get this information. Not only that, but their little serpent is a survivor. Something that not many can achieve in this accursed universe.
You had been working a trinket of yours within your Alpha legions quarters. Ever slowly building it up to perfection to keep your hands busy while you let your legionnaires do… whatever they do. Simply basking on their bunk as you have learned to not just up and leave without knowing who your legionnaires were. There were a lot of copy cats…
Twisting the trinket in your hands, it gives soft clicks as the door of the quarters opens up. Your eyes glancing up briefly before looking back down at the trinket. A hummed greeting going through your vocal cords.
“Little serpent? We have something to ask of you.” Asclepius' voice hums back almost questioning. Two pairs of soft thuds shuffling into the room.
“Oh? What can I provide when you know everything?” You question back, tilting your head as you continue to work on the trinket. Your eyes never leaving it.
You can feel as the bunk dips a little then a warm sensation gently nuzzling into the side of your neck. Turquoise armor surrounding your peripheral vision before you’re gently pulled back into their cold armor. That warm sensation turning into soft kisses into your neck.
“You’re the only survivor of a planet we’ve been very curious about.” Asclepius mumbles into your neck, keeping in place when you squirm. A little bit ticklish at the act. “Pry to tell?”
“Pry to tell?” You repeat, amused with their attempts to sway you, even if they didn’t need to. Your eyes glancing to the Alpha Legion behind you. “You don’t have to seduce me for such information you know.”
“Hmmm, I’m giving payment.” He simply states, nuzzling into your neck more, and you can’t help but give a scoff. Entertained by his words. He was always such a pleaser.
“We are curious little serpent.” Hydra bumps in, coming closer himself. Kneeling beside the bunk with a hard thud. His gauntlets bracing himself on the edge; means not to squish you. “What was it like on that planet?”
“Planet 4546B was surprisingly beautiful in its own way.” You sigh, trying to remember all the good, wondrous things of the planet. “Of course it was mostly a water planet; I had to search for materials under the surface, but it holds its beauty from the Jellyshroom caves and down to the Lava lakes. Dangerous, but beautiful.”
“Lava lakes?” Hydra questions, tilting his head. His eyes never leaving your form when you talk about the planet. “How deep was the planet? Why did you need to go down so far?”
“Oh, I would say… 1,300 - 1,500 meters down. The temperature was… something else, but I’ve built a suit for that.” You hum in thought, trying to remember how far you could actually go. You weren’t going to count the Void. “I had to go farther down for the materials like: Crystalline sulfur and Kyanite. Not only that but I had to get into the Containment facility down there.”
“Containment facility?” Asclepius repeats, leaning away to look at you carefully. What do you mean ‘containment facility?’ Did this plant have something they shouldn’t?
“Yes, containment facility.” You nod, shifting in his lap. Getting yourself comfortable as you place the trinket you were working on off to your side. “That place held or rather imprisoned a Sea Emperor Leviathan in it. She had a cure for the planet as it was quarantined.”
Cure? Sea Emperor Leviathan? Quarantine? Oh, these Alpha Legionnaires were getting more and more invested by the second. Not by a minute, by the second. They were craving more and more; the Thousands sons would be jealous.
“Cure? What did you need a cure for?” Hydra asks, leaning forward a bit more. Like as if he were to get closer he would obtain everything he questioned.
“Kharaa Bacterium.” You simply say, looking up at the ceiling of their quarters as you play with your fingers. Rather content on telling them your… lonely past. “It is not a native disease to the planet. It was brought over by these other alien life called the ‘Architects’ in an attempt to find a vaccine.”
“Did you get infected by this disease?” Asclepius questions this time, coming back to nuzzle you a bit closer. The thought of losing you to an unknown disease not sitting well for either of them.
“As soon as I crash landed on the planet.” You say, bringing your hand behind you to trail your fingers along his armor. “The bacterium enters the body through skin and increases its strength inside of you, but do not worry. I’m free of it.”
Both of the Legionnaires sigh at your admission. Asclepius nuzzling you impossibly more with Hydra laying his head down in your lap. Their questions still burn but their worry can burn brighter. At least, for you.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t because 1: I would be dead if I didn’t find the cure quick enough and 2: I’m 1 trillion in credit debt for just trying to survive. Which is where you sneaky lovers came in.” You continue and explain yourself. Using your other hand to trace your fingers along Hydras bald head.
The two can’t help the dread and amusement that passes through them at your words. Not liking how you spoke of this disease so… commonly and how unjustly your company was with you. 1 trillion? For just surviving? It was a good thing they found an unique interest in your ship.
“1 trillion…” Asclepius mumbles into your neck. Swaying with you a little bit, teasing you. “Quite the fugitive you are, little serpent.”
“Am not!” You huff, pulling your hands back from them to fold your arms, looking away from them both. Hydra giving a tiny whine/huff at your hand removal. “I was just trying to survive!”
“A Night lord would be jealous of you.” Asclepius resumes, nuzzling a bit harder into you. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you squirm and squeak out at his actions.
“Don’t even get me started on the other leviathans!” You quickly come up with something to distract them with. Using information like some bread crumbs and feeding it to them.
“…The other what?”
#warhammer 40k#subnautica#crossover#not canon#third person pov#second person pov#space marine x reader#space marine#adeptus astartes x reader#adeptus astartes#alpha legion x reader#alpha legion#oc: hydra#oc: asclepius
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Alpha legion on the mind. Have fun! Thank you to @angronsjewelbeetle for enabling me.
Summary: The inherent eroticism of removing your Alpha Legionnaire's armor.
Word Count: 834
Content Warnings: Nothing I can think of? Reader's gn.
Image Credit: @squishyowl
You heard the door open before you heard the sound of ceramite treading upon wood, before you saw him entering the room. You looked up from your broom. There was a pile of dirt in the middle of the floor, one that you were to sweep into a dustpan later. The ceilings were much higher than what you were used to, and the window behind you showed the nearest planet, none other than Holy Terra. The Alpha left a shadow on the planet.
He removed his helmet with a slight hiss, yet again revealing his face to you. His cyan eyes stood out against his medium skin, a dark hydra tattoo circling around one of his ears. You didn't mean to, but you stared up at him as you leaned on your broom, watching as he stepped ever closer to you. There was a tired quality to his expression, light bags underneath his eyes.
"My lord, are you doing alright?" you asked as he sat on the side of his bed.
He huffed, gripping the edge with his armored hands before he sighed, dipping his head back. "I am," he said, low but soft. "I... I hate to bother you, but I do need help getting out of my armor."
You immediately put the broom down, scampering to his side as he powered off his armor. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he let out a chuckle. "Looks like someone's excited," he said, offering his left arm. Your smaller fingers worked the switches and valves used to de-equip his power armor, and soon enough the gauntlet came off. He cast it to the side; it was much easier for him to lift it than it was for you. He looked down at you as he offered his other arm and relaxed in his armor.
"How was your day?" you asked, fiddling with the controls on the other gauntlet.
He sighed. "Long," he said. "Lot of... hmm." He paused as the gauntlet made a clicking noise, "lot of talking. Didn't like it."
You chuckled as you crawled behind him to remove his backpack. "Isn't the Alpha Legion the one that, uh..." you started. "Aren't you all about talking?"
He leaned into your touch, his armor rough against you. "Eeh," he started, "espionage? Maybe. Big, stuffy meetings? Eugh. Let the blueberries handle those."
You chuckled as you removed the backpack. "You don't have to tell me twice," you said as it fell against the bed. "Eep!"
He turned around, his unpowered armor heavy on him. "Let me get that," he said, reaching behind himself to cast his backpack to the side. Your eyes met for a brief second, taking each other in before you both looked away. Your face went warm before you removed his pauldrons and his upper arm armor, one by one.
"Thanks," you mumbled. "Can you raise your arms for me, my lord?"
"No need to call me that," he said calmly before he raised his arm.
You started fiddling with the controls on his side. "Then what would you like to be called?" you asked. You idly flipped one of the controls on, then off. On, then off.
"Aion," he said, a soft smile dusting his face.
"Aion," you repeated, still fumbling with the armor at his side. "That's a lovely name."
His hand lowered to rest on your shoulder. You felt a shiver go down your spine as he opened his mouth to speak. "What's yours?" he asked, somehow soft against his cyan armor.
Your mouth opened and closed for a few moments before you sputtered out your name. He chuckled, pulling you in close as you undid the last of the mechanisms holding his armor together.
"Now that's a lovely name," he said as you admired the way his chest moved in his body glove. You felt your heart race in your own body. Aion's arm left your shoulders as he undid his codpiece. It took everything in you not to cast a glance towards him. He pulled off his greaves, casting them to the floor along with the rest of the armor. You looked down. The pile of dirt that had been so meticulously gathered in the middle of the floor was now all but ruined.
He smiled, a full-on smile this time. "We can always sweep it up again," he said, pulling you in close to him and laying down on the bed.
"Huh?" you asked, melting into him.
"We can always sweep it up later," he said, rubbing circles into your back. "Until then, I'm getting kind of tired. Would you mind keeping me company tonight?"
You felt your face flush warm again as you shifted on him. You'd heard of space marines flirting with their serfs, but not asking them to accompany them to sleep. And by the Alpha Legion, no less!
"Absolutely," you said, and he wrapped his other arm around you. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep next to him.
Taglist: @bispecsual@justeverythingnothingelse@bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae@historitor-bookshelf
#warhammer 40k x reader#space marine x reader#alpha legion x reader#reader insert#oc x reader#alpha legion#still getting the hang of making warhammy ocs so please bear with me!
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Me, when Hydra DOMinatus *Heavy Breathing*
Yes.
Teeth latched into the back of your neck as the cold ground rushed up to greet you, and the weight of your pursuer forced you into the leaf litter beneath your body.
The Astartes above you kept growling something in that odd tongue of theirs over and over as he tugged at your clothes and readjusted his jaws on the trapezius muscles and held them there. Firm but not enough to hurt. Until you tried to squirm away, and they closed a fraction more. His teeth broke skin ever so slightly, and his tongue lapped it up.
His drool mixed with your blood and splattered on the ground in the dirt beneath you as he panted through his nose and grunted, getting you free of your pants at last.
Maybe going out into the woods to find yourself an astartes wasn't the best idea after all. But your empty hole was already enthusiastically preparing to greet its guest.
The blue vambrace of one arm was all you could see, bracing his body as he freed his cock with his other hand.
Your eyes caught a sign on a tree ahead in red blocked painted letters.
[WARNING: Unbonded Astartes reported in this park.
Unbonded Astartes rut begins March 11th and ends May 15th in this park. Traverse area at your own risk.]
Then something about how the park wasn't liable if you got hurt or pregnant Yada-Yada.
The thick tip of his cock probed your entrance. Fat globs of precum oozed down from your hole and over your clit.
It was hot, inhumanly so.
"Well... you gonna do it or wha-" Your words were cut short as the first few inches were thrust into you. Pulling a cry of agonizing pleasure from you.
"Fuck!"
He laughed around his mouthful of your neck and his cock throbbed as he pushed into the hilt.
Your eyes rolled back, and your nails scrapped at the dirt. It was too much too quick.
He didn't wait, his cock grinding you into the earth as be took his much needed relief with your body. He took you fast and rough, the wet slap of skin meeting skin dueled with your cries for the loudest sound in the forest. The burn of his cock stretching you became molten pleasure and your hips worked to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck! I think I'm gonna." One hand came around your throat, squeezing lightly over your pulse, making your head feel light and swimmy. You struggled to think but your orgaam was rapturous.
The construction of your pussy around his cock drove him over the edge as well. You yielded so nicely for him after he ran you down.
You'd make for an excellent place to dump all of his seed. He might even stick around for pussy this good.
His teeth let up as he kept pounding. Licking your neck and nibbling the shell of your ear. His cum dripped down your thighs and wetted his hefty balls as they swung and hit your skin with an audible plap.
He didn't stop, not for an hour. You were too tired to move after. When he pulled out a gush of cum went with. He scooped you up. Carrying you to his cave. He'd have to collect his things so you could take him home with you.
After you woke up, that was.
#warhammer 40k#warhammer#warhammer 40k x reader#mating press march#alpha legion#alpha legion x reader#space marine x reader#space marine husbandry
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I saw your asks are open and SPRINTED over lol
Thoughts on AlphariusOmegon with a gender neutral reader with some semi-public, possessive voice kink? The Legion feels very Voyeur loving tbh which also brings up the thought of blindfolds or threesomes and -continues to talk for ten minutes-
[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]
Author’s note: I snorted this request like crack thank you for sending
Relationships: AlphariusOmegon/GN!Reader
Warnings: The slight implication of lewdness, Voice kink, Does the implication of getting spit roasted by primarchs need a warning? Probably
You look around, taking a glance at Guilliman, at Sanguinus, before shifting slightly.
They don’t often meet in one place. Particularly more than two at a time. According to Alpharius, it often ends in little more than petty arguments and fuming tempers. When you put a bunch of men with egos and armies to protect in one room, all the sudden said room no matter how massive feels significantly tighter.
Some of them have brought others with them, but most are Astartes of their respective legions, commanders and captains; You feel a bit like the odd one out. Being the only one outside the military structure of the legions- and the only baseline human besides some high lords and members of the Militarium, and the serfs, doesn’t help.
“Nervous?”
You look up at him, eyes wide. It’s Omegon, you can tell. You don’t know how you can tell, but it’s something in him that can tell you the difference. The twins find it interesting, you suppose. They've tried to figure out what it is multiple times, and you assume it's so they can put a halt to it.
Omegon leans down closer to you to talk quietly, but not closer enough yet to be into your personal space. It's a bit difficult given the significant height difference.
“I feel a bit out of place. And lacking in usefulness.” Omegon laughs and shifts in his armor, the ceramite plates clicking against each other.
“If you’re worried about being useful, perhaps you can you speak dog to the Fenrisian?” You glance to Russ from across the massive hall and cough as Omegon cracks a smile; Though it fades as he then glances over to Guilliman and his accompanying Ultramarines.
The two of you stand close to one of the many balconies, just between being inside and out. Omegon ushers you just a bit more to the outside, under the stars, but still watches the primarchs inside. You notice his keen gaze is still on Guilliman, even after more than a few moments pass.
“What?” You ask, hands twisting each other as you watch his eyes glance between Guilliman and his captains.
“They’re talking about you.”
You hold in your surprise, lest you get reprimanded by Omegon for giving anything away. Omegon is either reading their lips or can hear them somehow through the various chatter, and you notice one of his captains glance at you for a moment. You avoid locking eyes with him, and back slightly more onto the balcony and out of sight.
“They’ve never seen you before. They’re suspicious,” Omegon trails off, before continuing. “They’ve agreed you’re too well kempt and demure to be a militarium commissar or commander.” You suppose they aren't wrong, but it still feels a bit stifling to know you're the current topic of conversation for another Primarch.
Stepping closer to you Omegon takes a hand and brushes the side of your cheek, before pulling your chin up slightly to look more upward at him. His touch is gentle even in his armor, and you notice his eyes have softened as he looks down at you.
“I’m sure he’ll be upset he didn’t get to see you dressed like this.”
He’s referring to Alpharius; And to the beautiful teal accented clothing you currently have on. It matches The Twins armor near perfectly, as designed.
As while Omegon is hear playing the front-facing Alpharius, the actual one is off with their legion, working with their legion to establish more pockets of control outside of the knowing of the other primarchs. The twins don't trust any of them, and they want to make sure they have footholds that any of them can't kick out from under the Alpha Legion. You don't entirely blame them for such a mindset, given recent squabblings between multiple of the legions as of late.
Omegon leans closer to you, but given his height he quickly realizes he won't be able to get as close as he wants without kneeling. So instead, he simply picks you up at the waist and sits you on the railing of the golden balcony, just out of view of the other primarchs. Your legs dangle, knees just pressing against Omegon's waist armor. Shortly after he treads well into your personal space, his hands on either side of your hips; One grasping you to make absolutely sure you can't fall.
You watch him lean inward, his eyes gentle and hooded as his breath brushes over your skin, and he kisses your cheekbone. His lips feel surprisingly cool and once he pulls away, you can feel the ghost of the feeling left behind.
“Once he returns, we can both have our way with you.” He feels the way you instantly tense under his hand.
“Omegon…”
You say, reprimanding him in surprise at his sudden change in attitude as your face blooms hotter. His brow furrows in displeasure at you saying his name despite him currently playing as Alpharius, but he doesn't scold you for it.
The various other primarchs are still chatting among themselves, speaking with either each other or militarium commanders and high lords. Meanwhile Omegon and you stay alone. He spoke to Horus shortly a bit ago, Lorgar a bit too, but not much more after that.
His hand moves to your lower back, feeling the way you shiver under the sensitive feeling of him pressing on it. He forces your to lean forward closer to him, back straighter.
“They can look at you all they want, but you’re ours.”
Your lower stomach feels tight, neck hot, as you can swear you feel their hands on your body. It's a ghost of a feeling, an imagining of previous experiences, but it still feels so real. You swear he knows it's happening, that you're mind is half lost in a memory, as Omegon smirks at you knowingly.
"You seem lost in thought, did I remind you of something?"
You wonder how he knows you so well, to catch you like that.
Before he has a chance to take things any further, to seduce you further with implication and the deep, smooth tone of his voice, heavy footsteps approach your private balcony.
"Alpharius?"
Lorgar raises his eyebrows slightly as he takes sight of you both, mostly of you sitting on the balcony railing. Omegon stands close to you, but he pulled back to maintain a somewhat respectable distance before Lorgar caught sight of anything he shouldn't have.
"Ahh, Lorgar," Omegon steps away from you further, and you dangle precariously close to the edge, but Omegon's hand still stays close. "Forgive the unfortunate seeming position, I just find it easier to have a conversation without bending over so harshly to look them in the eye." Lorgar smiles and laughs, waving his hand to usher away any doubt.
"Oh no worries, I understand." His smile stays, as he continues. "But may I borrow you from your companion for a moment? I have something I wish to give you in private." Omegon has no reason to refuse, but raises one hand for a moment.
"Yes, just give me a moment and I'll with meet you shortly. Then I can promise you my full attention." Lorgar nods and walks off, his hands behind his back. Omegon turns back to you, and his gauntlet cups your jaw once more with that same gentle touch.
"I will be back once I finish with him." His large armored thumb brushes across your lips and pulls your bottom lip slightly, barely exposing your waterline.
"And once I am, we will return to the Alpha, and we will have our way with you."
Omegon sees the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate, and smirks before assisting you in putting your feet back on the ground, and then leaving you alone on the balcony.
#ALPHA LEGION SANDWICH?#I sacrifice for my country o7#alphariusomegon x reader#primarch x reader#warhammer 40k x reader#reader insert#reader#mywriting
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Chase
Author’s note: The fourth fic for Nadesir! previous. Next
Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @kit-williams
Warnings: kidnapping, violence, ask me if you want me to tag something else
Summary: Nadesir catches the trail of one of the lurking Alpha Legionnaires, but something more worrying comes up.
Nadesir silently made his way through the forest, using his wings to keep from leaving tracks on the ground. For reasons known only to them, the Dark Angel Interrogator Chaplain and the squad he had brought with him had decided to linger in the small human town, and had been terrorizing random Astartes by asking questions that made no fucking sense to him. Perhaps it was a Loyalist thing that they were chasing? Not that the Night Lord Raptor had made it his business to find out what the Dark Angels were up to - though he hoped that they would fuck off soon. With the Alpha Legionaries somewhere in the forest that he was currently flying through doing fuck knows what, the presence of another group of deeply mysterious and secretive Astartes was... Not great. While he was looking for four-legged prey to hunt, Nadesir was keeping a careful eye on his surroundings, just in case he caught a glimpse of a hydra lurking in these woods, or to catch their trail.
If he could find where they were hiding out in - when not sneaking around the town in the guise as other marines - it might help? If he could make his way through the Alpha Legion base, try to snoop through their things, to see if they had any plans written down - likely coded, if it was written down - he and the other bonded Astares who lived with their humans might have a clue as to what those teal-hued snakes were after. Not that Nadesir was of the opinion that they should give the Alpha Legionaries whatever it was they were after. Not with the underhanded groxshit that they've been pulling for months now.
Snap!
A branch broke loudly, startling the Night Lord, and Nadesir choked back the instinctive desire to hiss or growl at whatever had made such a sound, whirling where he was hovering to try and see the cause of the broken branch. At first, all he could see were several different kinds of trees - odd, as none of them were the type of tree to shed branches at this time of year unless the tree was damaged or sick somehow - when he saw a flash of teal and silver. A vicious smirk spread across his face beneath his helmet as he flew as swiftly and as silently as he could manage toward the brightly colored flash he'd seen.
He quickly approached where he'd seen the initial flash of silver and teal, noting that particular Alpha Legionnaire had indeed been caught in the deadfall trap that he'd left out for unwary prey, from the destroyed trap and the scrapings of paint on the underside of the large and heavy branch the other had likely been trapped - or partially - trapped under. There were a set of Astartes-sized footprints for him to follow deeper into the woods. The smirk on his face broadened to a grin, and he was about to fly off to hunt down his two-legged prey when he paused for a moment as he got a message from his bonded.
[You busy, Vanya?]
He hesitated for a moment before answering, using the text-to-speech feature in his helmet (making sure that his external comms were off - no need to potentially tip off to his prey that he was closeby) [Somewhat, but never too busy for you. Did you need something? I am on a hunt.]
[Oh, have fun! I just thought I saw you at the grocery store. Must have been another Night Lord.] She said, unintentionally causing Nadesir to panic a little.
He didn't know of any other Night Lords who lived in this area, and there were no Night Lords in the migratory war bands who passed through this town. At least, that had been true the last time one of the warbands had passed through, and they'd come and gone before this group of Alpha Legionnaires had decided to be spooky bastards. [... Be careful, darling. Most of my brothers are... Spectacular in how poorly socialized they are, to use your words. And it's possible that the Night Lord You saw was actually one of the shape-shifter Astartes borrowing someone else's form.]
[I'll keep that in mind. Have fun on your hunt, Vanya!] She texted back [I'll tell you when I get home.]
[See you soon, this hunt shouldn't take long.] Nadesir promised, anxiety and determination making his hearts beat quickly. He was torn between his desire to run the Alpha Legionnaire to ground, and flying back to his bonded... Especialy with this suspect Night Lord in town, he was worried that this might be some kind of trap or bluff -
Snap!
Another broken branch. Another flash of teal and silver paint.
A silent snarl left Nadesir as he lunged for his prey, while also making sure to send all of the information he'd gathered on this hunt to the Ultramarine Lieutenant who'd been put in charge of handling all information that the allied Astartes in the area had gathered on their wholly unwelcome visitors. That way if he was captured or went completely silent, they had some sort of clue as to what had happened to him.
The trees were too close together for Nadesir to fly properly, but he leapt from branch to branch in the upper canopy, gliding on silent wings as he sought out the Alpha Legionnaire he'd caught sight of twice, one hand on his bolter, the other helping to steady himself on the branch he leapt to, to keep from making too much noise.
It did not take long for the Night Lord to catch up with the single Alpha Legionnaire who was limping on the ground.
...
Why was there only one of them? Of the traitor legions (were Alpha legionnaires traitor? They were labeled such by the Loyalists, but Nadesir wouldn't be surprised if the true answer was much more complicated. Even so, was this Alpha Legionnaire a traitor, or was he from a time before the Horus Heresy?) the Alpha Legion almost never splintered off into groups fewer than two. He looked for signs of more Alpha Legionnaires, but did not find any. He kept pace with the bastard Hydra limping around on the ground, careful to keep behind him and moving as silently as possible, in the hopes that if the other did not know he was there, that he would not alert the other to his presence. And the injured Alpha fucker definitely seemed to be headed in a specific direction, rather than wandering around aimlessly.
Nadesir stalked the injured Alpha Legionnaire from the forest canopy, resisting the urge to swoop down and pounce on the bastard - to tear him limb from limb and leave a pretty little warning for his fellow teal fucks to find in the woods - patience was the mark of a true hunter, and if he was lucky, the other would lead him directly to wherever it was the group of Alpha Legionnaires were lairing. Hours passed, and the Alpha legionnaire eventually limped up a well-worn forest trail to a wooden cabin, knocking on it four times before entering.
Anticipation sung through the Night Lord's veins, but he again sent his current coordinates and a short explanation as to what he'd found to Lieutenant Ollias. He paused for a moment, realizing that his beloved bonded had sent him three more messages, while he'd been focused on the hunt, each more concerning than the last.
[I'm almost home, but I think I'll need to spend some time at a neighbor's place. I think someone's following me.]
then
[How badly socialized are most Night Lords, again? The one from the grocery store is trying to talk to me. Says he can smell you on me?]
and finally, a terrifying
[Help! He's ajklreg-]
The timestamp was half an hour ago. No no no no no! Nadesir knew that he should have turned around and gone to his beloved at the first mention of another Night Lord. It was too unusual a happenstance for it to be a good thing, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something awful had happened to his bonded. He could only hope that she was still alive. He'd been told by older Astartes that they had felt when their human had died. Had felt the bond snap as their sanity waned. Forcing down the panic, Nadesir closed his eyes as he reached out to the wonderful, strange bond that he had with his beloved human, trying to get a general sense of where she was, his body already moving towards where she was by the time he opened his eyes again.
He could hear and smell the large, unmarked van coming minutes before it arrived, its noisy engine and awful pollutants chugging along, with his bonded inside of it. The van was moving at speed - but no faster than Nadesir himself could run. He silently judged the distance before landing on the roof of the van with an unfortunate thud.
Nadesir dug his claws into the roof of the van, the inferior metals bending and buckling beneath his strength and frantic determination. the metal shrieked and screeched as he tore open a hole large enough to see what was going on.
His human was bound and gagged, held in place by a wide-eyed human male. She was struggling against him. There were several other humans in the van, two of whom were also bound and gagged, the other six trying to keep them in place. All three of the captured humans were bonded to Astartes. He leaned in, growling in the dominant human language "I don't care what foolishness you think you're up to, but I will be taking the humans you are foolishly attempting to kidnap. Resist and I will kill you."
"Y-y-you wouldn't dare!" One of the capturing humans stuttered. He stunk of fear and was dressed in a black suit and tie, with a white under-shirt. "I-I am-"
"I. Don't. Care. Who. You think you are. You attempted to kidnap my bonded, and the bonded of two others I consider allies and friends. Then again, I could leave you stranded here. The Hydra hunt in this region. I'm sure they would feast upon your fear and helplessness before tearing you apart." Nadesir hissed. Or he could leave them for the Salamanders to find. While they were loving and soft to those whom they cherished... Well, these idiots definitely would have roused the fury of the dragons. And enraged Salamanders were breathtakingly vicious and cruel.
"We... We... We still have a working-" Suit and tie stuttered uselessly.
Nadesir ignored his babbling, looking over to his beloved - who continued to struggle furiously against her captor. He reached for her, cutting the ropes off of her, offering her his combat knife "I'm going to stop the vehicle. I imagine these two's bonded aren't far behind you." He gently bumped his helmeted head against her forehead in a gesture of affection. "Strike hard and fast, my heart." Before he crawled back on top of the van, pulling his bolter from it's holster and shooting at the hood of the van, aiming for where the engine probably was, and blowing a large hole through the middle of it.
There was a lot of panicked shouting and wailing from the would-be kidnappers. Their symphony of fear was almost enough to provoke Nadesir to purr - but he wouldn't. Not until his precious human was safe. And that the other kidnapped humans were safe too.
Sure enough, he could see several large green Astartes sprinting down the road towards the rapidly slowing van. He waved at them from his perch, calling out to them over vox {You here to retrieve our kidnapped humans?}
{Yes! Your appearance is timely, if surprising. We were told you were on a hunt?} The lead Salamander asked. He was one of the Primaris Marines - larger and allegedly better than first born marines. The young dragon was sure a fast fucker, at any rate. Nadesir wasn't sure what his name was.
{I was. Then my human texted me for help, so I followed my bond to where my human is. I've given her my combat knife and freed her hands and legs, so the others who were captured are going to be freed soon too.} Nadesir explained, looking back into the hole he'd created. Sure enough, his beloved had freed the other two bonded humans - and was threatening Suit-and-Tie human at knife point, using methods he'd taught her. He's so proud of her. He calls out to her "Are you ready to go, love? Or do you want to kill your would-be capturer? Or I could kill him for you, and give you his heart to devour. Or his liver. Or both!" He was... Mostly joking. He knew that cannibalism wasn't something that most humans on ancient terra did unless under extreme circumstances and desperate. But he was leaning into the terrifying reputation that his legion had earned on Ancient Terra.
"... I'd rather they face the justice system, then have them killed out of hand, Vanya. Even if this shithead's parents are wealthy enough to pay off the courts." His human huffed, glaring darkly at suit-and-tie.
"Mmm, the squad of angry Dragons says otherwise, dearheart." Nadesir crooned. He doubted that these would-be kidnappers would last long in captivity, unless they had some very compelling information to give to the local chapter masters. "Then again, the Interrogator Chaplain has been getting restless... I'm sure he'd be delighted to... Mete out the due justice these fools have earned." Oh look, and the scary bastard and his posse were following the squad of furious Salamanders. "You never should have kidnapped our humans. Ready to go home, darling?"
His human blinked and smiled, handing him his combat knife. Instead, he picked her up, nuzzling her lovingly. "I thought you wanted to hunt?" she asked, confused.
"If you think that I am going to be anywhere but at your side for months after you got kidnapped, you should reconsider that idea. I... I am sorry to have failed in protecting you, beloved." Nadesir rumbled, guilt and shame gnawing at him. One of the would-be kidnappers tried to reach for a weapon, but with a flick of his wrist, he cut the bastard's offending hand off with one of his claws without looking.
"Hey... It wasn't your fault I got grabbed, love. And you came to get me as soon as you knew I was in trouble. I... I'd like to go home now. I'll talk to whoever Captain Urar sends to talk to me about what happened tomorrow." His beloved responded, shaking a little as she buried her face in his chest.
Nadesir kissed the top of her head. It was still a failure on his part that she'd gotten kidnapped - perhaps he needed to ensure his reputation was terrifying enough that none would dare approach her with covetous thoughts? Ah, but he didn't want to potentially scare her away, either... These were things to consider later, however. The squad of Salamanders had arrived and he nodded politely to the sergeant leading them, saying "I'm going to take my human home. We'll both give full reports of what we know happened tomorrow."
"That works for me, go on home." The sergeant responded. "And yes, I'm aware of the Pride half a klik behind me. They're bored and frankly, I think that letting them handle the idiots would be entertaining."
The night lord raptor nodded, holding his human closer as he took to the skies. She slowly started to relax in her arms, the fear and anxiety in her scent giving way to wonder and delight. She always did really enjoy it when he took her for a flight.
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Alpha Laxus Dreyar + Courting Headcanon
❖ Fairy Tail, Laxus x Gender Neutral Reader
❖ Headcanon, Fluff, Comedy
❖ Tw: Mentions of fighting
❖ wc: 1777
❖ @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist Natsu~❖
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I was supposed to do a strictly Courting Headcanon but uh I got distracted...SO I shall put a strictly nsfw courting (and maybe some more bonus sfw) headcanon on my to-do list X.X Sorry
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We are going to do Laxus post his first fight for this one~ Because we love character growth in this universe~
Laxus is an alpha, a seemingly calm alpha with a selective and secretive short fuse.
He has no time anymore for meaningless violence. Laxus is too busy looking towards the future and doing whatever is within his power from behind the scenes to make the lives of his guildmates better
However if you purposely put yourself in his way, by threatening his assumed fairy tail this man will assert himself as the alpha and without letting that sink in he will strike
One blast of lightning is all it takes to fry most, and just to be a disrespectful shit, he will let his scent out so they are stuck smelling like the alpha who kicked their ass so easily and warning any of their buddies there is a Fairy Guardian ready to kick ass if they try to lay a hand on them
Unlike Natsu or Rogue he is not hiding or ignoring his alpha status, he doesn’t necessarily think it makes him better than anyone anymore. However He knows that secondary gender often leads people to be naturally stronger in terms of strength and scent
He is very mindful of how much force he puts into everything, from opening doors to helping someone up who fell. It would bother and upset him if he accidentally caused injury to someone who did not deserve it
Unlike how Natsu just has a generally lower scent unless he’s angry, Laxus’s scent is strong and he has gone through time to learn how to keep it calmer and not overpowering for those around him. In fact it is a rather grounding and calming scent that makes you feel you can rely on this man
He takes pride in his scent but understands not everyone wants to smell him 24/7 so he hardly ever pushes his scent out(except as a power move on assholes), and never scent marks not even the Thunder legion
Although awkward when it comes to expressing affection, Laxus is a very passionate alpha it comes across in the tiny turns of his lips, the stance he takes to protect others, and the crackling of his lightning (it differs in fights against guildmates vs enemies you can feel his ferocity)
This goes for shows of affection to his guild mates too, he plays with them like a jock big brother would the youngest sibling. He treasures them but also this usually comes through him unintentionally teasing them or pissing them off by how he interacts with them
Alpha Laxus is not looking for power, he is looking for a family. A place to rest and a place he can protect with everything inside him
If he is needed to lead then he will but it will not be from the thought of I am alpha so you will listen, but because he wishes to protect and he will serve the role of protector (not alpha) but protector for those who he has come to accept as family regardless of their secondary genders, primary genders, sexuality, or magical ability
He has learned to protect the strong as well as the weak and he cherishes each one even if he does not know them personally all that well, when family views them as his family thus he will protect them
As for Laxus as an alpha to be with you, well you must be a member of Fairy Tail plain and simple, or someone Fairy Tail sees as family
If you are seen as family but a part of another guild it won’t work for him. He has to be able to protect you and while he does see other guilds as friends he can’t trust them with your safety
Civilian? Oh guess who just got the best gig ever? Working at Fairy Tail! Congratulations~
He is a quiet partner at first, he speaks with his body and actions. You’ll need to learn to notice his glances because they speak volumes about whether he is watching you lovingly, worried for you, or just perplexed by your behavior.
Same for his body positioning, he tends to linger closer to you not like hovering beside you, but same side of the room as you. Sitting just a seat or two away, or positioned so he can be beside you in an instant if anything happened
Laxus is not huge on PDA, he just is a bit awkward because he doesn’t really crave skinship in the way many do
He prefers to gently fix your hair as a way of giving you affection before moving on to the next objective. Or cup your cheek and smile for a moment before he walks away to go get you food or one of his jackets
He will on occasion stand just a half step behind and to the side so he can rest one of his gargantuan hands on your hip and bask in your presence
Laxus will actually commit murder if he sees you crying. The snarls and way he snaps you up into his arms is terrifying enough to his guild members let alone the stranger who had hurt your soul thusly
He feels helpless but will be there to hold you and offer soft words of encouragement and protection. This is one of the times you would hear him give you verbal affirmations without having to ask for them. He will get revenge for you unless you stop him
If its because of unfortunate events, nature is nature after all Laxus will steal you away to somewhere safe preferably your nest so he can just be a strong shoulder to cry on, and later cook for you. Expect the best cuddles, kisses, and home-cooked food, unintentionally becoming more like husband material by the day
It's much later on in your relationship when he starts to act on certain alpha impulses
One of those is kissing you, he found you too cute before and he was in no rush to claim you. If you wanted him like he did you it would happen in time
When he finally acts on it, it is probably after a heated battle or moment where he feels he had nearly failed to be the man (not alpha) he wanted to be for you and is so desperate and filled with all the love he has been storing up inside for you
It’s a claiming and dominant kiss and later he will apologize if that wasn’t the sort of kiss you wanted your first kiss with him to be
Now he seeks you out sometimes tugging you in gently by your hips or cupping the back of your head while he presses slow claiming steamy kisses to your lips (or if he is feeling needy or worried about you to your throat by your scent glands)
If someone in the guild is getting too close or handsy expect his jealousy to leak out slightly in a small scent flare and him coming over to kiss your forehead and cheek and suggest you both go “-get a drink” “show him that thing you were talking about” or if they really pushed it “to our Home”
Another impulse he is acting on? Scenting for the first time in years! He wants to leave his scent lingering on you so that you know he is never too far away
It does ward off others as well, being an alpha but it was more because it's his way of claiming his mate as a man who is terrified to lose you and his family again
The times it is as an alpha is if you have to go into battle and either of you are worried about the other's safety. He hopes his alpha scent could deter any harm that might come to you, he knows it can't always but even if it helps a little it's worth using his secondary gender then. Please scent him back, it helps calm his mind that you will be okay while he has to fight. He also fights six times harder with your scent on him subconsciously fighting to defend his mate with all the deadly precision he has learned over the years as an s class wizard
If he knows you are okay with it he will often wrap you up in some of his clothes
It tickles his heart seeing you drowning in his huge things
He’s unaware of it but the others see that alpha light in his eyes when you wear something of his. All the pride and love of an alpha watching their mate but they really want to tease him for this behavior he's unaware of
Alpha status can sometimes be used by him without thinking if it can make your or the guilds lives easier or safer. It is less OOO I’m a big scary alpha and “Oh? Scared of alpha’s huh? Then get the fuck out of here before I show you what an alpha really is, scum.”
Would not appreciate being referred to by his secondary gender, it brings up bad memories and discredits his actual prowess and growth. Use his name, or his position as a s class Fairy Tail wizard not “Alpha”.
Is re-assured if you like his secondary gender but it's something he wouldn’t realize he finds relieving until it happens and you tell him as such. Although he would still prefer if it was not one of your favorite things about him
Not the greatest at understanding what the other positions need, but he is trying to learn every single day. Has gone to the library to try and find books that aren't archaic so he can be sure to provide the family or you with whatever you require at any time. He still gets surprised by things, like why your little clicks and prrts can grab his attention from across a battlefield. Doesn’t realize that is his mate's way of calling to him and him alone and he is responding to it the right way, he may ask you to be more careful about when you make those noises after he accidentally gets distracted by it while you were cheering him on and Natsu socked him in the jaw
I’ll do a more courting one but I think this is more than I had meant to do for just him as an alpha lol XD Heres a few little more but I’d be willing to do a courting headcanon, or nsfw mate headcanon if people are curious
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could you maybe do some yandere alpha daenerys x brat omega reader please with some NSFW please as i see you havent writen for her yet.
𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 : 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 (𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔶)
( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔫𝔣𝔰𝔴, 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 ) 𝖕.𝖘 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔰k 𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯
𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 against the back of your thigh and glared at the man opposite her. You had been in her care since she was married to the Khal and she did not intend to give you up. You sighed loudly beside her and fidgeted irritably. She grit her teeth and squeezed your thigh. "With all respect," She began, voice clear and commanding. "I already have a betrothed." The man scoffed and Tyrion nudged her. "You will have to marry someday," He hisses. "And to pass your children a throne you need to have one. This is a family that can offer you ships and legions worth of weaponry." Daenerys glared down at him. "And just as I told him, I am to marry someone far superior." Tyrion tried not to let his aggression get the better of him. "Who?" He demanded. She pushed you toward him and raised her brows. His own furrowed. "A wo-?" "An omega." She spat to which his face raised in surprise and horror intermingled. "But one has not been seen–" "Until now as was prophesied. I am the prince that was promised I assure you that she belongs to me." Her tone had turned dark and shot tendrils of madness from her lips. He backed down and gave a grave glance to his fellow lords. Jon shared a nervous glance with his sisters before looking back down. Daenerys' alpha stature held strong over their heads as she reminded them. Her face turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your distasteful expression. Your lips pouted and curled while you slouched improperly in your dutiful seat beside her though she stood.
"Cersei has–" Daenerys' gaze cut back onto him. "I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and I will not have myself sold for alliances so easily made. I have garnered my soldiers with respect and strength. I will not sacrifice myself to such slander." Without any other backlash she dismissed them and turned her harsh eyes onto her beloved. "What were you thinking?" She asked calmly, annoyance seeping through only lightly. You were always so good for her, why were you acting out? She ran her fingers over your arm as she lowered into a seat and tugged you onto her lap despite the resistance. You huffed. Daenerys' eyes flashed to look at you carefully. She wrapped a tight enclosed fist around your hair, triggering a low whine. "Answer me." She demanded, rocking your head gently back and forth. "What," Her breath fanned over you. "were you thinking about?" "You." You finally answered in shaky breaths, a moan dropping from your lips when she leant closer. She began to smirk in pride. "What about me?" She mocked, voice raising to a teasingly high pitch. Her fingers dipped under your dress, dragging another moan from you. "Always my perfect girl, huh? What happened to my good omega, still made for me?" Her index rolled slow circles over your clit–too slow. She halted abruptly when your voice was starting to sound helpless. "Answer your Queen." She commanded harshly, delivering a resounding slap to your cunt. An excited whimper came from you as you closed your eyes. "Was thinking about you taking me like you told me," You're cut off by your own whines as she begins to roll your clit between her fingers. "Good girl...go on." She utters in quiet praise. "Keep telling me what'll happen but never do." Your groan is emitted as she stops once more and raises the same hand to slap against your face. "Look at me." She demands, regal presence permeating. You shake your head only for her to slap you again, careful not to hit too hard. When you obey, she clasps your jaw and stares into your eyes. "You want to be my whore do you? My silly little whore. I am here offering marriage, wealth, titles and all your stupid little brat brain can comprehend is the fucking I'm going to give you. You just want to carry my heirs don't you?" She scoffs meanly and ignores your cry for attention. Her grip on your hair strengthens. She bobs your head back and forth through the air.
"Please." You moan. Her fingers dance along your lower stomach. "Only obedient girls get rewarded. The longer this war goes on, the longer you wait so be good and stop pushing me." To emphasise her point she delivers a blow to your hip and pushes you abruptly to kneel before her. She moans once your face is pressed snug against her heat. "Tongue." Daenerys ruts across your face, holding in the gasp when your nose makes contact with her clit. Your tongue is desperate as it flicks into her cunt. She throbs against you Daenerys refuses to relinquish her hold entangled in your hair even when yelp at a pull too hard, she only berates you. "Don't even know what you want do you?" She mocks, pushing your face even closer. Her hand reluctantly lets go as she wraps her thighs around your head and pushes against you. "Acting like a whore rather than my wife." She tuts, a low growl of pleasure escaping narrowly. Your tongue roams her and you're suddenly brought back to the evening before, how her hand played and teased you under the table until you were whining and begging her for more but as always, she didn't take kindly to insolence. The loud slaps that struck your behind as she drove your face into the pillows. Vibrations shot through Daenerys' clit as a moan escaped from you unwillingly at the memory. She pulls you from her once she's found satisfied and snickers at your dilated wanton gaze. She wipes a gentle thumb against your wet lips.
"Have you learned your lesson, wife?" She says it with a strong domineer. Your Queen holds your chin in her hand and stares through you as though anticipating your next words. A sense of desire rolls through you in a never-ending loop. The memory of the night before rears its magnificent head. It urges your next words.
"Make me, your grace." The mocking tilts a smirk to her mouth.
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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You get one Hydra, you get all.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(You get the sweets), @egrets-not-regrets(you too.) @thevoidscreams (I blame you.)
𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself.
TW // SMUT/NSFW.
The heat of the bath relaxed my sore muscles from the latest intercourse I had with Solor. Which the Hydra’s were not too friendly about. Taking my jellied body from Solors smug arms, and into the house for a much needed rest. I have no doubt they were going to have a talk about the more “rules'' they need to put between their “deal.”
I hummed, feeling a little too nauseous after staying in the heated bath for too long. Slowly rising from the bath with a dull ache on my shoulders. My legs nearly fell out from underneath me, making me rethink if it was a good idea to have that intercourse with Solor, because he didn’t hesitate to act on my desires, and do good at it too. Slower, friendlier than last time, but damn, didn’t it feel good.
Just thinking about it made my thighs clench around nothing. My fingers clutched around the shower curtain for stability after unplugging the bath. Why in the hell was I acting like a hormonal teenager? Ready to pounce on any of my partner’s I saw.
Wait, my partner’s?
Did I really think of them that way? As a partner? No, it was something more than a partner wasn’t? You don’t just have some heated intimacy with a stranger, and have them stay with you afterwards, and do it again and again. This was definitely more than just partners. This was something more, like spouse level. Did I think of them as a spouse? Did they think I was a spouse to them? A mate? Was that even… possible for them? Was that something they yearn for?
I shook my head, and grabbed a towel from the counter; drying off. Avoiding the more serious marks, and bruises on my body before wrapping it about my body and making my way into the bedroom to put on some comforting clothing, but stopped in the middle of the archway.
There stood Levithan staring right back at me. His hand in his armor in prep to take it off. A low rumble left him as his eyes roamed my body, observing every little crease, and skin presented to him. Leaving me unsure if he was admiring my body, or simply studying it.
“You… passing through?” I asked, watching how his mouth slightly opened, showing his teeth that would surely make you think he was a leviathan.
His hand went back to the side before leaning a little closer. His head hovered right above my shoulders, and he huffed at me, tickling my neck as I laughed a little. Intrigued, he came closer and did the same thing again while I tried to step back with another laugh, but his hand shot forward stopping me from escaping his ticklish huffs against my neck. Curling his body so he can stuff his head in my neck, giving it playful little nips.
“Levithan!” I shrieked, his body rumbling in a resemblance of a chuckle. His teeth, carefully biting along my shoulder. Occasionally giving little licks here and there. His hands slowly gliding down the sides of my body as I suppressed a shiver.
I could feel him smirk on my neck before he lifted me up. His mouth moved over to capture my lips on his own. Swallowing down that yelp as he pinned me to the wall. My thighs being palmed by his grabby hands. Pushing himself flush up against me while I moaned into his mouth. His actions getting me worked up.
I tried talking again when he pulled back, but his hand came up and lighty took a hold of my throat. Pinning my head back onto the wall, showing my neck to him as he purred out. Pleased with the compliance. His long tongue coming out to lap at the marks Solor had created. Coating them with his own saliva. Remarking them.
A whine left me as he tugged the towel to the side, exposing me to him. While he slowly pushed me down on his length. Cooing at me, and keeping my head pinned back at the same time. My eyebrows scrunching together as I wasn’t prepared for his size. I was never prepared with any of them really, but with some comparison. Leviathan had to be the second biggest.
My hands settled on his arm the held my neck in place as he rutted into me, a cry leaving me as he squeezed just a little bit in a silent warning. His hips picking up in a deep, rhythmic pace. Hitting all the right places.
I would have moaned out his name if it wasn’t for his hand on my neck, and his tongue tasting my my sweaty skin while he growled out warnings with each thrust. Each one becoming much more harsh than the last.
Leviathan pulled me to him, and put his lips a mine. His tongue taking immediate dominance as I moaned in his mouth. His body pressing flush up against mine, slowly rutting into me as he filled me up. Twitching inside of me while he let go of my neck while I rested my head on his pauldrons. His hands slowly dragging up and down my sides while he kept rutting into me, purring in my ear.
A trill pulled me out of my afterglow. My head coming up from Leviathans pauldron to look at the noise. Getting surprised with a needy kiss instead by Hydra.
“You came here to the mark her without us, brother?” Asclepius chided lightly, dragging his gauntlet across my leg. My nerves still sensitive as I twitched around Leviathan, earning a groan from him.
Leviathan rumbled at his brother while Hydra kept me occupied with his make-out session.
“Well, we are all here now, are we not?” Asclepius grinned, sliding his gauntlet down to my hip. The other two trilling in agreement while I clenched back down on Levithan. His hips moving once more.
This was going to be a long night.
ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIII
ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙
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A Monstrous Introduction - Legion Of Superheroes
Chimera!Male Reader X Kara Danvers
A inhuman roar is heard throughout the campus as Mon-El hears it, so does Supergirl and Superman as they were both confused on what can make that sound, but Mon-El knew who.
Mon-El: Uh oh, he knows. He must’ve seen you arrive as he’s closing in right now.
Supergirl: Who’s he?
Mon-El: He? Oh, I think you’re about to meet the strongest student here, and the most fearsome.
The trio suddenly hear something big land behind them as they slowly turn to see to Supergirl’s shock, a giant silver robotic gorilla as blades come out of his arms, ready for a fight.
????: Who are you, Kryptonian. Speak now, or I’m gonna be the Maximal who’s gonna rip out your spark!
Mon-El: Chimera! Stand down! She’s not with Zod! She’s new here for Daxam’s sake.
Superman: Is he always like this?
Mon-El: After Zod, yes. He’s an Alpha for a reason, and a leader.
Chimera taps a strange symbol on his chest, causing him to change into a teenage boy with E/C and H/C.
????: Sorry ‘bout that. Needed to let off some steam. Who’s the gorgeous blonde girl dressed like a cheerleader?
Superman: This is my cousin; Kara Zoe-El.
Supergirl: Call me Supergirl.
????: Oh, we’re giving up our secret identities. Call me Y/N L/N aka Chimera. King of Beasts and God of Monsters. I could use a new training partner, especially one of your type. Sorry, I apologise.
Supergirl: It’s okay, be yourself as you want.
Tagged: @primeofprimes115
#dc imagine#dc universe#kara danvers imagine#supergirl imagine#supergirl#kara danvers#kara zor el#imagine#young justice imagine#transformers#monsterverse#jurassic world#ben 10#male reader#reader insert#x reader
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Lost Love
Character: Derek Hale x male reader, Death/Dea (original) x male reader, mentioned Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, and Eli Hale. (Scott never gets a mention)
Universe: Teen Wolf
Warnings: None
Authors note: Hello. I've finally dealt with another request, (Only three months after receiving it, I'm really late with my requests) and well, I may have to apologize. I had a lot of creative issues with it, from the timeline to all of the characters that were supposed to be involved. I might also forget a character, but since it's been three months, I don't feel like rewriting everything again. So I’m sorry @arekmaximoffkq but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.
"We can't win this alone!" That was a statement no one would have ever expected from their fearless True Alpha. No one ever thought that Scott McCall could feel hopeless by a threat. That was until the Legions of Darkness and the Hunters under Monroe, who could never be stopped, made a pact. It was a fragile one considering the Legions are supernaturals.
Either way, they found a common enemy. Scott McCall. Although the Legions have made massive strides to dominate the world, beginning in North America, he causes them too many problems with his alliance network.
"Before anyone says anything, I've already asked the Asian Dragons Alliance and United European Tribes, but apart from a few smaller groups within them, they can't help us much. They also fight the Legion on their continents.”
"We've never lost to anyone, Scott. Why should it be any different this time.”
"Because he's not here anymore, Liam." Derek was the one who reminded everyone of what had happened nearly fifteen years ago.
The room went silent from one moment to the next. A deadly atmosphere hung over their heads. Liam couldn't understand what was happening. He never understood when his pack went silent like this after something remembered them about someone he never got to know.
Lydia was the only one who never looked as sad as the others, she always did her best to look that way, but if people watched her closely, they could tell the subtle difference. She was also the only one who offered to help Liam and the other people who weren't around at the time.
Everyone accepted, even if it was just about getting out of the room. In Scott's kitchen, she was surrounded by a larger group, all staring at her, desperate for answers. And she told the tragic story. About her husband being possessed by a Nogitsune, causing him to more or less kill several people.
Scott had saved his girlfriend Allison but instead damned Derek's fiancé. The sword intended for the archer pierced the older man who was there only to protect the youths. Before Derek could reach him, his body dissolved, hatred in his eyes as he died. But worse, it didn't save Allison for long because just moments later, as she nocked another arrow on her bow, she was stabbed from behind and died in Scott's arms.
Since then, Derek hasn't been able to look Scott directly in the eye without wanting to kill him. Instead of just one death that day, there were two. And one of those deaths was so much more important than the other. Allison was just a formidable archer but useless in the long run. Even Lydia had to admit that as her best friend.
Derek’s fiancé - a powerful mage - did everything for them, protecting and even making sure that the threats they faced never got out of control.
To say the next generation wasn't impressed would be an understatement. They always looked up to Scott, his supposedly strong moral compass. But now they knew his true intentions; selfishness.
Lydia knew from day one you saw Scott for the vile person he actually is. She only saw it after a few years of being separated from him. Being under the same roof with him now made her sick. She could only see her best friend's dead face and Derek's broken face.
Now more and more people have been able to see it, although it doesn't change anything because Scott is still their Alpha. But at least now they know that most of his decisions are selfish and not for the greater good.
"So what can we do?" Mason asked Lydia, slowly getting restless himself.
The look she gave him, and the whole group spoke all the necessary words. "I don't think we can do anything. We can only hope it doesn't get any worse."
Lydia should never have said those words. Mere days later, the sudden appearance of the Oni, quickly followed by the Nogitsune they thought had been killed, and then someone who broke their fragile pack even more apart.
She had no choice but to get help herself.
With the rest of the pack still at home, Scott tried to keep everything together while getting his Allison back. Lydia was in Jackson's car with him and his husband. "Who are you looking for anyway? I thought the supernatural council already told Scott we couldn't help."
But she said nothing. Not ready to say anything.
Ethan had the idea right away, but his husband didn't. Jackson kept nudging Lydia. To the point where his husband put his hand over his babbling mouth before Lydia would overturn the car.
They spent the rest of their journey in absolute silence until they came to a private road. "Please wait here. Don't follow me, and please don't ruin this, okay?" Without even waiting for an answer, she exited the car.
As she walked up the street in high heels, her arrival could be heard far out. She never intended to be secretive, which worked well enough for her.
She could feel the heavy air everywhere, filled with so much raw magical power that she kept marveling that the animals that lived there didn't suffocate. For example, she never had trouble breathing, but once she got there, she could never take a single proper breath.
“If this is not Lydia Martin. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years!“ Your voice suddenly called out to the banshee. Already used to your antics, she turned around but could not see you immediately. “Turn around again.“
And she did, slowly, but she did. With a big smile, you stood before her, a crown of flowers with red and white roses, without thorns in your hands. Without hesitation, you crowned her again as you normally do whenever she comes by.
"You never change, do you?"
"Nope." With another big smile, you pulled Lydia into your arms. "It's so nice to see you again!" After their brief hug, he put her arm around his. "Now tell me why you are here. Our next meeting was only a few months away.”
Lydia would have been a fool to think you didn't smell the need for her to come to you so early. She was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
"A lot of things happen, and I know you don't like it when I talk around, so I'll just ask you. Could you come and-"
"Dad!" The panicked voice of one of your sons jerked you away from Lydia. Before you could react, however, your two sons stood before you and Lydia, with someone you knew and someone you didn't. "We found these intruders and- Aunt Lydia, what are you doing here?"
"You two have grown." She was utterly surprised to see them standing so tall, which made her slightly uneasy, knowing she would have many questions that the man she was meeting would most likely won't like.
Luckily Jackson - who was brought by one of my sons - was doubled-over from feeling sick because of the teleportation.
Shaking your head in amusement, you couldn't hold back your snarky thought: "Jackson, are you still not used to this?" Your voice froze him in his tracks.
Slowly, very slowly, almost scarily he raised his head, his eyes though still fixated on the floor. Standing almost straight again he still did not dare look at you. Lydia told him that he could and with her reassurance he finally did. His eyes quickly filled with tears as he locked them with yours. His baby-blue eyes shimmered with shock but in a happy way.
Without warning, he lunged forward at a pace neither your sons nor you could do anything about. He pulled you into his arms, much more muscular than you remembered. Now he feels and looks a lot like a young Derek. Thinking about him always made you sad, which not only your sons felt this time.
Only Jackson was apparently unaware of this. "This is Ethan, my husband!" he told you excitedly, smiling cheek to cheek, ignoring the fact that you were not dead and standing still alive in front of him.
You gently cupped his face, which now looked much older than yours. Just another curse of your existence. "I will meet your handsome husband in a moment. But before, how are you and your parents?" His face darkened. "You forgot what you promised me, didn't you?" Shame crossed his face for a short moment. He became the little boy you met when you moved to Beacon Hills, who just found out he was adopted again.
You saved him from getting hit by a car, talked to him, and brought him back to his parents in the evening. For years you tried to get him to see them for who they are; but you were unsuccessful. You finally got through his thick skull, but you died before Jackson, his parents, and you could meet again.
"Then we must do it soon. They are not getting any younger and deserve to be loved by you. After all, they raised you. But I also have to blame them for spoiling you little shit!” You jokingly shook his head with your hands, ruffling his perfect hair. It eventually brought a small smile to his face.
Booping his nose brought back many sweet memories with little Jackson and even moody teenager Jackson. Slowly you pulled your hands away from him. In the same movement, he turned and looked at the other man, who finally rose from his slouching position.
"Ethan is your name, right?" you asked in a dangerously low voice that sent a cold sweat down his son's back. He nodded and swallowed hard. "I think this little rascal over here told you about me?" You glanced back and forth at the couple with a raised eyebrow.
"My big brother," Jackson whispered to his husband to refresh his memory. Suddenly, Ethan's eyes widened with shock and realization.
His body suddenly went stiff. He even held out his hand to most likely properly greet you.
“Hey, little brat?“
“Yes?“
"How come you've got not only a handsome man but also a well-mannered one while still being the same obnoxious brat?"
He could see your cheeky, teasing grin that had torn holes in his heart so many times before, believing the hurtful things you said until you made it clear it wasn't meant like that.
However, Ethan knew nothing about it.
"Because Jackson is an amazing man, passionate, gentle, romantic-"
"He didn't mean it like that. He complimented us both."
"What? He attacked you!"
Both Jackson and you looked at each other, giggling at his words. "Brat is my nickname for him because that's what I called him the first we met. He is and remains obnoxious to me because although he has a hard, unfriendly demeanor on the outside, he has a heart of gold. I'm just glad he hasn't changed."
Horror filled Ethan's eyes as you explained the rather adorable things you had to say about his husband. You could see that he wanted to fall into a hole right then and there.
Without a word, you suddenly stood before him and put one of your hands on his cheek. "If you hurt my little boy, I will kill you and destroy your body on a molecular level, dissolve you, and destroy every memory anyone ever had of you, understood?"
At first, he seemed amused by the innocuous-sounding threat, but when he looked into your eyes, he knew it wasn't a joke. Eyes wide, you pulled him into a hug. "Welcome to the family!" In your arms, you whispered something else in his ear, a threat he couldn't ignore, but you made sure no one else could hear.
As you pulled away smiling, Jackson smiled too without looking at his husband, who looked pale, horrified at you.
"Now, can someone explain why you're all here?"
“Scott needs your help.“
"No." You turn and motion for your boys to come with you. Even though they were intrigued by the name Lydia mentioned, they followed you anyway.
"We need your help," Jackson pointed out. Looking into your eyes melted your heart a little, but you still couldn't.
With gentle eyes, you looked at the boy who was like a little brother to you. You still had to say it, even though you didn't want to: "No. I'm sorry, but I can't."
Jackson's face twisted, hurt at my refusal to help him. "If you had asked me, I would have done it immediately, but not with this boy and possibly the man who let me die." Suddenly the ground shook under your words, and time flew by, just for you to reverse it again.
"No one would be safe without your help!" Lydia tried again, but you waved your hand and teleported her back to their vehicle. Your boys wanted to know what it was about, but you couldn't tell them. They only know the bare minimum, and you want it to stay that way.
Days went by without Lydia trying to contact you again. You have feared for the safety of those who have been good to you, but you cannot save them every time they get into trouble. You were working on the ranch when you felt something strange.
One moment you were standing in one of the barns, and the next at the edge of your property. "What do you two are doing there?"
Your sons were jumping around in utter fear. One of the few rules they have to follow is that they can't leave the property without you.
"We have to help them!" the elder twin said bluntly while his younger brother had his eyes on the floor.
"You want to see your father, don't you?" That question silenced him immediately. "Don't worry. He won't die. He's like a cockroach. He comes out of everything with a few little bruises and maybe a few wounds.”
But they were determined to help Scott's pack. You could see it in his eyes and later even in his brother's eyes when he finally looked up at you. When they saw your eyes glow purple, magical energy flowed around you, and a moment later, the bubble that kept the ranch hidden from supernatural beings. It as well saved it from natural disasters.
They stared at you in surprise as your eyes went back to normal. "Then go. But not with all your abilities. You can teleport to them but not back or anywhere. Your powers will be minimal."
After that, you just disappeared, hurt, disappointed, and proud simultaneously. Being able to feel your boys teleport away, a strange pain immediately filled your chest. At first, slowly, and then suddenly, you winded in pain. Somehow able to suppress it, you walked back into your house, taking a book out, trying to just forget about it.
Just a sentence in, you were unable to concentrate anymore. For minutes you just stared at the filled pages before you threw it away, awaiting to hear it land on the floor.
All the alarm bells went off in your head at once because that sound never came. Ready to rip some heads off, you were suddenly frozen in place. "Finally, we meet again!"
"That's impossible!" you called out loudly through clenched teeth. "I killed you!"
Suddenly there was a child in front of you and next to him a middle-aged man. "You killed one of us and we want his powers back, you filthy mortal!"
The child was about to touch you. His small hand was outstretched to do whatever he wanted to you when suddenly a spear pierced his head. Blood splattered everywhere. Gasping in shock, he fell to the ground and disappeared. Only to reappear shortly thereafter. "I am the past! You cannot kill me!" Anger emanates from the small body, much more than a child should be able to feel.
You had an intense desire to contest this but believed it might be a while before you would find something that could actually kill this spoiled brat.
In complete contrast stood the middle-aged man. "We just want grandfather time back. After that, we'll leave you alone... forever."
Anger surged back through your body, reminding you of how they tried to erase your existence multiple times, the first being right at your birth. "No!" you told him after lashing out with your powers and destroying his body in no time.
"You'll see," the same middle-aged guy suddenly told you from the other side. “Maybe you can kill my son, the past because the past is quickly forgotten. And maybe even my father because the future hasn't been written yet." Out of nowhere, without you even feeling him move, he leaned in with his mouth next to your ear. "I am the present, omnipresent, unkillable except when the universe implodes in on itself."
The anger you were feeling did not subside. It even became worse, as his words felt like a looming threat to you. „What if I kill your son as well? Wouldn’t I be the controller of the present, through manipulation of past and future?“
The man smiled for the first time. "You're a lot smarter than I thought." After that, his voice softened a lot. "I allow you to keep the future, but use it wisely. You are a part of me now, and I am one of you, don't risk the balance of nature. At least no more than you have already done. You perversion of nature!"
You fell over as time worked again and lay on the floor while the middle-aged man crouched in front of his arms on his thighs. "You and your sons are abominations, an error of a magical nature. Therefore, in order to have the foresight of future events will be useful, but you must protect the universe with your power and that of your children! If not, we will find a way to kill you like we did the one who freed people's minds giving them absolute freedom."
Now that a real threat was being uttered, chills ran through your blood went cold – almost as cold as ice – you could already tell that his words were not empty.
You agreed with him. Though you knew you were powerful, you doubted there was any chance for you to win against something or someone so fundamental to the workings of the universe itself.
He smiled at you. A smile so malicious that fear was no longer the right word; you were horrified by this man. Somehow he must have sensed this because he turned to his son: who glared at you but took his father's hand.
They disappeared suddenly and without a trace; no magic, not even a smell.
Startled by this event, you fell back in your seat, exhausted and angered by your passive behavior. Maybe it was finally time to show everyone just how powerful you really are and not just give them some showings of lesser magical abilities you harbor. But where?
The pain that was gone came back a thousand times stronger than before. A scream so high you thought your vocal cords would eventually tear apart came out of you. It felt like your heart was exploding into a million pieces.
In a panic, you suddenly found yourself in a school that you had to attend many times considering you were - under normal circumstances - still would be, the mother figure of a pack of supernaturals.
Only now, you see older versions of all the teens you helped grow, broaden their horizons, and more. They fight the same enemy you died against. Right in the middle were your children - they were more of a hindrance than a real part of the struggle. Without much of their powers, they are almost useless.
You were watching the fight, but soon a girl - the cause of your death - snuck up behind the group and your sons.
You watched wide-eyed as she put an arrow in her bow, drew it, and let it fly. Your eyes followed the line of it exactly. As you realized where it would end up, a burning hatred began to flare in your veins. Not only was she the cause of your death, but now she was after your children?
A burst of raw magical energy shattered the illusion of the time - in which you were being held. With the smell of revenge in your nostrils and the tingling in your fingers, your scene changed again, only this time it was your own doing.
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How can that be? Where did these two guys come from? And why do they look so like... him? My mind was racing as two boys about eighteen suddenly shoved Eli and me out of the way of danger, and then their hands glowed in that familiar color.
With only a few movements of their hands, they threw away the Onis with absolute ease. It reminded me even more of him. Honestly, everything reminds me of him, especially these days. Watching Eli grow up didn't make it any better. Maybe he would have stayed, even after what I did. But no, I had to be selfish and believe that she would stay with me.
Before I could ask them if they knew of him, they had summoned magic to forge weapons and engaged the Onis in sword fights.
Soon most of the Onis came to their comrade's aid and pushed both boys to their limits. First, their magic began to flicker before it just…disappeared.
As I watched them fight against those who had killed my one true love, I had this strange feeling, as if it was my duty to protect these young men as if they were my own flesh and blood.
"Get out of the way!" The boys only looked at me in shock, not moving at all. It forced Eli to suddenly transform, to push the other boys to the ground. Even though no blood was spilled or flesh pierced, my heart stopped even thinking that any of the three might have been injured.
Just as I wanted to scold my son, I froze in place, seeing the light-breaking shine of the sword rushing down.
A growl escaped my dry lips, my sore throat already dying, but not even that could stop the Oni from its hatred-filled attack against the three.
Since my body was too weak to move, even as a werewolf, I became too tired after hours of fighting. I could only watch as my son, the only good thing in my life that I ended up doing, would die right before my eyes.
Tears were already welling up in my eyes as the sword went deeper and deeper, now piercing his skin.
A sudden burst of violet light blinded me from seeing the death of my only loved one left. Screaming his name on a tongue that scolded and disciplined him more times than was necessary. I couldn't hold back my tears over the death of my son! He had to die without being able to see me: his father. Even though I was the worst father imaginable, I was still his father. Not being able to comfort my son in his last seconds of life will be the second worst experience of my life. It was hard enough living without the light of my life. But without my son? I could make my own life there!
"Don't go near my sons, you hellspawn!"
I... I know that voice! That voice... so soft and yet stern at the same time, it put all my hair up almost immediately.
I could only hear its magic crackling and things colliding. I could only imagine what had happened. But slowly, very slowly, the blindness - from the bright light - wore off. From blurred eyes, I saw a silhouette fighting like a monster against the real monster attacking us.
"Are you both all right?" His voice again, his beautiful voice. "I warned you, outside of the bubble, you will not be able to use your full power. As my sons, your powers are immeasurable. Therefore, it will take time and discipline to unlock your abilities again!”
Hearing his voice scolding these young men and calling them his "sons" almost broke me. They seem so old! How is that possible? Did he have these kids before we met?
Before I could ask, however, I felt a burning pair of eyes on me and saw one of the twins pointing at me. When his eyes met mine, it was as if I hadn't been dazzled by his striking entry: my eyes could take in all of him. I could see its raw beauty right in front of me. He never had to do anything to look good, but now? He was gorgeous, just as young as I had met him.
But his eyes didn't show me the same love as they used to. There was disgust and anger in them instead. Of course, I deserve both, but it still hurt me.
"Dad, are you okay?" Even though I've never treated Eli the way he deserves, he still cares about me, which made my heart skip a beat.
"Dad? How old are you?" My veins turned cold, freezing even, hearing the angry voice of my true love. I just realized that if he knew Eli's age, he would know the whole truth.
At first, Eli didn't realize he was being addressed like the clueless boy he always was. It warmed my heart a bit. But soon, he must have felt the twinkling eyes on him because he turned and asked his question again. Eli, almost forced to speak now, looked at me confused, almost scared, but I nodded, not wanting to know what he would say or do.
"I-I'm fifteen, s-sir."
Sir? Eli was never that well-behaved or reclusive person who respects strangers.
His eyes widened instantly, and the anger turned to pain as his hand flew over his heart, pinched his skin, and even a tear found its way to the corner of his eye.
"Who was it, Derek?" He was speaking to me, speaking directly to me, and I could hear him! But does that mean... he's alive?
Just now, realizing that I wasn't actually hallucinating, I nearly shit my pants lying on the floor, bruised and sore.
"Who did you cheat on me with? Fifteen years..."
There was no way I could lie to him again as I had so many years ago. "It was Breadon."
"Are you serious?" There was only disappointment in his eyes, and I could only feel the same. I feel ashamed of myself every day. Even though Eli came out of it, I still feel terrible.
"She died ten years ago. But she left right after the birth, leaving Eli and me alone. I thought if you weren't there, my heart would be hers. But we soon realized that neither of us loved the other, and I didn't date anyone else after..." A lump in my throat kept me from spilling out everything I could think of.
"You betrayed me? Let me die like I didn't mean anything?" He could hardly contain his anger but did his best, most likely for his sons and not for me. "You know what the funniest thing is? I was so in love with you that I would have forgiven you for cheating on me and getting a woman pregnant."
It was like a dagger piercing my heart when I heard that. Hearing those words of love once more, I realized in the next moment that my life could have been so much sweeter with that man. A man so deeply in love with me to forgive the worst betrayal of all.
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When you saw Derek again, you felt a sudden outburst of hatred, but hearing that his life was so bad made it... subside, just like that. He's a lot worse off than you are now. It gave you a kind of satisfaction you never knew you needed.
"Get up, you pathetic man, and fight. I won't do it all by myself." Derek looked up in surprise when you spoke to him in a disgusting tone like that. "As I did with the hunters and the Legion of Darkness!" you mumbled softly afterward.
Derek stared at you in absolute shock. He knew you were strong fifteen years ago, but this?
A hiss came out of nowhere. A tone Derek and all other werewolves know all too well. You heard it often before as well. Far away was someone you knew should be dead. The arrow she released was in line with you. Without even trying to get out of the way, use your magic to surround the projectile to deflect it in a different direction or stop it mid-air.
Knowing this was the only way it could go: you turned back to Derek. Only for the arrow to pierce your shoulder. It only got stopped by your bone.
For a second, you were shocked, only to feel the dark magic of another being. The Nogitsune - a powerful spirit - could not simply be killed, as you now know.
“Hmm… I should have been prepared for that. After all, his disgusting smell is all over this damn place!”
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"That stupid Nogitsune. As always, Scott can't do anything right.”
Just as Derek opened his mouth, you stared at him, effectively silencing him before he could even utter a single sound.
"Huhu... Death, where are you?" Your voice sweet as sugar. Your sons already know this sound, and Derek did it too. Only Eli was confused, but even he broke out in a terrible sweat. "Do I have to go up there and beat your ass again?"
Just as your threat sounded, an extremely low chuckle could be heard from somewhere. A smile graced your beautiful face when you heard it.
"I think you got it the wrong way around." His heavy footsteps echoed through the school corridors.
"Uncle Dea!" your two sons shouted and jumped into the man's arms.
He laughed heartily at this warming gesture; A six-foot and seven-inch-tall man was tall enough for your two boys to hold on to, and his muscular torso, wrapped in a himation - white lose clothes - showed off his big, muscular pecs and his eight-pack. In your eyes, he was and always will be the most handsome man in any world or realm.
Soon he was pulling your sons away, his eyes fixed on you. "What did I do to annoy you this time, sweetheart?" His deep bass voice is so dark it sends shivers down your spine. He slowly moved towards you while your knees were already weakening. "It's so nice to see you again after all these years."
"I'd say the same thing... if there wasn't someone you promised me the last time we saw each other is dead and in heaven." Irritated, especially by your disrespectful tone, he slightly angled his head, almost as if he wanted to warn you. But as he followed your outstretched index finger, his eyebrows suddenly jumped up in confusion.
"What the hell is she doing here? Her soul should be at peace!” he muttered angrily to himself as a book appeared in his hand. As he flipped through it, more and more arrows flew in your guy's direction. Strangely enough, your magic still couldn't protect you from them. All you guys could do was evade them.
Until the atmosphere suddenly changed, darkness blossomed from a place where you only knew warmth. Death glowed in that atmospheric-changing darkness, ready to devour all life.
"Someone stole her soul and gave her a new body!" he roared loudly, his voice deafening, exploding all the windows and even doors around us. It even threw Allison off balance, forcing her to the ground and snapping her bowstring.
"Can you do something about it?"
"Do I look like a wizard?" After a moment's pause, his dark eyes met yours, "Don't answer that, or I'll have to spank you later."
An angry blush appeared on your face. "Not like a wizard, but a really hot farmer, at least with the scythe."
His dark eyes swallowed you whole; it was pure lust, but deep down, also love. "Even if your god were still alive, not even he would be able to save you from me when I get you later alone." He licked his plump lips, causing an immense lump to form in your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe effectively. "But I can't do anything at the moment. Someone has to kill the body the hunter girl is in before I can take her soul this time, so she can never be reborn.”
Cracking your fingers and neck, your eyes were solely on the huntress. Knowing that only you would kill that bitch, because everyone else is riding Scott’s dick, trying to make this joke of an Alpha happy.
Before you could cast a single spell at her, the same useless Alpha had his claws rammed into your chest. Determination in his eyes as you two looked at each other, on eye level.
"No!" suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind you. In a flash, dark hair pushed Scott away from you. His claws ripped from your chest before the Alpha had a chance to crush your heart.
Breathing heavily in pain, you bend over to hide the true extent of the pain. "Dad!"
"Don't worry. I'm okay. Angry, but okay." You smiled at your two sons, who immediately came to your side, each holding an arm. Just then, you glanced over at them. "Lydia? Jackson? If any of you ever come to me to ask for another favor and still be associated with Scott... you'll wish you had jumped into lava because the death you would suffer at my hands will even make the devil blush! "
Lydia has known for a long time that you hated Scott, and over time she realized that your hatred was not unfounded. Especially after Stiles' death, which was also his fault, leaving her with two young children, the last born a month after her husband's tragic death.
Jackson wasn't even a part of the McCall Pack, but as an old ally and somewhat friend to the 'True Alpha‘ he still does his bidding if asked nicely.
They both looked at each other, their friendship still there, even after all these years. They talked silently before nodding at each other. They quickly switched from Scotts' side to yours.
In all honesty, you knew these two would come to your side before you even issued that ultimatum. Especially Jackson. If he didn't already know, he would soon learn that you've always taken care of him.
"Please, look after my boys. I'll take care of this devil spawn!” Allison was Lydia's best friend. You knew it was hard for her, but she had cried after her long enough. She's a smart cookie and aware that Allison is dead, and it isn't okay that she is back, especially not for nature, to which Lydia is close herself.
Using your magic, you lifted yourself into the air and flew to where Allison was last seen.
But when you got there, only her ruined bow was left. Before you could react, a knife was in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you pulled out the dagger and threw it at her, only hitting the wall behind her. Because she was already gone again, cursing under your breath, you began to search for her again.
A massive salvo of knives hit you quickly, your entire left side being scratched, punctured, or sliced open by them.
At that point, you had it with these games. You jumped from room to room with your powers and found them soon enough. With your magic around her neck, you imprisoned her; Before you could finish her little game by killing her stolen body, someone or something pulled her back and cut off the magic holding Allison in place. You were confronted with a being that had once been human, mummified, but it was still obvious.
You were the only person who could fight the Nogitsune. In your opinion, Stiles was always useless, but you have to give him one thing: he was an intelligent guy and the only one who could outwit a dark being like this. Without him, only you and your brute strength could be an enemy to him.
Meanwhile, the others tried to capture Allison despite her being faster, smarter than ever, and most horrifically deadlier.
"I swear by all the dead gods, if Scott had ever been responsible enough to kill his damn enemies, none of this bullshit would ever have happened!"
With renewed anger, even hatred, seething so deep in your soul that something strange happened, something painful.
Your magical core, which many people call 'soul' exploded, not in a destructive but an opening way as if nature had accepted your requests and could finally see the value in your existence.
Even the dark being, fueled by hatred, fear, and anger, suddenly became afraid. Your son's, just as you experienced something similar. Their eyes glow a purple hue, just like yours. But unlike you, their other side - they inherited from your ex-fiancé - has broken away from the many walls you built inside them.
For the first time in fifteen years of their lives, they transformed. The boys knew they could have done that from birth because of their vast magical abilities. But as they did so, the walls around them crumbled with their enormous size.
At that moment, you pulled yourself out of your pain and helped your sons control their magic that could shatter the very fabric of existence. Although slightly smaller, they are still at least five times larger than a regular wolf. In unison, they howled loudly, startling the nogitsune even more and making it tremble with terrible fear. You gathered magic in a ball of violet energy and threatened the dark being that tried to flee but failed this time. As it slowly began to warp into the shadows, you blocked the shadow, isolating it from everything else. Shocked, the Nogitsune tried to escape, but the magic-like handcuffs pulled on all four of his limbs.
"What must I do to keep you away from the mortal realm?" you asked him, sighing heavily. You looked away from that for a second, mostly for dramatic effect, over to Dea. Strangely, he pointed to where the Nogitsune was. But when you looked back, he was gone again. "Are you fucking SERIOUS?" Your voice echoed loudly through the school hallways, alerting everyone that something was beyond wrong.
Pissed off, you were going to blow up the whole building. But out of nowhere, the younger of your twins pulled something out of a shadow. A leg. But only one leg, not the whole dark being, but at least part of it.
Frantically, the leg tried to get out of his sharp teeth, but your son held it tight and carried it over to you with a toothy doggy grin.
Instead of pulling it out, you put it in a purple magic prison. Separate it from his body. Immediately after that, it stopped moving but stayed there. Although it was no longer bound to his body, it still existed.
It wasn't long before your younger son was carrying Allison, also in his mouth, mauled by him. A gasp could be heard from the sidelines, a hurt, irritated one. "If you dare touch one of my sons, Scott, I will maim you in ways you can't even imagine!" You didn't even look at him, but your voice told him the threat was real and near. So he quickly withdrew.
Your son threw Allison to your feet; her body was bleeding badly. "Finally, I can do what was supposed to happen!" Without guilt, you formed a sharp weapon in your hand and raised your arm to strike. As the blade swung through the air, but you had to stop as Scott jumped in front of his ex-girlfriend. You weren't shocked at all. He built everything around her, and she is with him now. Jumping from girl to girl, even dating his former best friend's ex-girlfriend, like a cliché player in romantic high school movies.
Instead of killing her, you sliced him with the blade. He cried out in agony as his skin began to burn slightly. “It won't heal, Scott. Any cut I give you with this blade that might heal will leave permanent scars.”
But he didn't seem to care because he stood there, teeth clenched. So you slashed him again and again... and again. You soon found yourself enjoying causing pain to this narcissistic little boy who never grew up.
"My love!" His deep voice finally snapped you out of your crimson thoughts of revenge. Dea's hand on your shoulder, his eyes looking at you with concern.
A slightly embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. You averted your eyes far from him. But he pulled you into his arms. As you began to sob softly, your two sons came to your side and wrapped Dea and you in their united arms. Warmth, a happy and hopeful warmth, welled up in your broken heart.
When all eyes were on your little family, even the pain and jealousy of your first love, no one heard the bloody gasp at your side. Not even you until you felt something drip down your arm. Looking slightly down, there was a red substance. As your eyes looked around some more, you found the origin.
Scott sat up, his mouth bloody and a blade sticking out of his body, piercing his heart. "The mage is right. You really should have killed me when you had the chance!" An ominous chuckle followed those words.
Your eyes widened in shock as they flew toward the magical prison. Only one leg remained from the bandaged leg: a female leg. As your eyes darted back to Allison, you could see her skin slowly peeling off, revealing the Nogitsune.
When you tried to hit it with your magic sword, it disappeared. Leaving its blade pierced in Scott's chest. But you didn't give a damn; his alpha status should never have happened anyway. Maybe now someone more worthy could be elevated to this status.
At that moment, there was something more urgent. Telepathically, you told your sons to look for the real Allison. It didn't take long for them to find her: hiding behind some desks. But they just howled, which meant they couldn't carry her, so you walked past the dying Scott into the classroom and closed the door.
Soon you came out again, not a hair out of place. “Our work is done here. Lydia, Jackson, and even Ethan, you know where to find us. I'd be happy to host you whenever you want. Maybe next Christmas?” Ignoring Scott, who made his death so melodramatic.
Before you could leave, however, Derek pulled you aside. "Why didn't you ever tell me I had children?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me you cheated?" I stared at him for an answer. "Of course, no answer. Due to my short death, I had to put more magical energy into them. Their bodies became too weak to sustain the immense magical pressure. I had to kill one of the three gods of time to force their bodies to age to keep them alive. I suffered great pains to give birth and keep them alive. Now they look like eighteen-year-old men but are actually only fifteen. I'll keep them sealed for another three years, then if they want to have contact with you, they can. But I won't."
"Neither will we." your two boys said in unison as they look at their father in disgust.
It brought a smile to your face. As you teleported back up with your sons, you looked at Derek one last time. "I wanted to tell you the day I died. At least the blade cutting me down showed me the real you. I hope you never find love again and die despised by most.”
Before that day, you never told your sons what happened, only that something happened that forced you to get away from their father. You always wanted them to form their own picture of their father.
He tried to grab you, but luckily you got away just in time. Derek stayed there, his hand grasping air.
"Three more years... I have to train more people to be able to retire by then and finally marry this man!" Death himself murmured softly. It immediately caught Derek's attention. "Oh, I am sorry. The man you cheated on and I've been with for several years. I fell in love with him when he won against me: the first time anyone's won, for that matter. At least I'd never betray him.” The smug grin on Death's ice-cold face had been enough to make Derek wince in fear.
Unfortunately, you didn't witness his fear of your one true love: a man, an otherworldly being just like you. But no matter how much you despise Derek, you will forever be grateful for your relationship with him for giving you your two beautiful boys.
However, for now, you will most likely have to cuddle them to make the day's horrible events go away.
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#derek hale#derek hale x male reader#Derek Hale Request#derek hale one-shot#teen wolf#teen wolf x male reader#teen wolf request#teen wolf one-shot#x male reader#male reader#Eli Hale#Lydia Martin#Jackson Whittemore
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Knotting Headcanons for the Legion (DBD) members? Sorry if this came outta nowhere.
You’re fine Anon, no problem!
Warnings: Knotting, ABO, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Implied Public Sex, Cock Warming, Biting, Scratching, Intense Oral
Frank:
He loves to knot people in awkward positions. Normal mounting is nice and all but what about on your back? Or halfway off the couch? Or trapped in a closet during a party with half your body on the ground? Nothing gets him going like a weird position and fucking you on his knot.
He is very proportional in terms of knot vs dick. His knot lasts a little shorter than average, meaning that he can pull out faster. That works for him because he’s not much of a cuddlier after sex. The faster Frank can pull out the faster round two can start and he likes that a lot more than relaxing.
Joey:
His knot is a little smaller than most people expect. Joey’s dick is longer and thicker than average, but his knot isn’t especially large. It makes sure nothing escapes but it’s not large enough to be painful. He likes to stay inside of his partner as long as possible; cock warming is defiantly something that he enjoys.
Joey can be a bit vanilla if he’s honest. Sure, he likes to kill people but making them suffer is more Frank’s and Julie’s thing. Joey is more than willing to try new things in bed, but he likely won’t be bringing anything up. He likes to pin you to the bed and just lay there with you, sharing body heat.
Julie:
Julie’s knot is smaller than average and she hates it. Every time she tries to lock, she’s just not big enough; a roll of her hips and she pops back out. It’s especially frustrating during her heat when she’s trying to stuff you full. She does like that she can drive you into an oversensitive mess, rubbing her knot in and out while you cum around her.
She enjoys pain with her pleasure and likes to drag her nails over your skin as she fucks you. As her knot move in and out, her nails dig into your skin, making it go red. She loves to hear you whimper and whine, begging for her to go faster and fill you up. Julie is more than willing to help you out, as long as you beg her for it.
Susie:
She’s somewhere between Frank and Joey; she likes to have a good time and isn’t afraid to get down and dirty about it. She’s very into oral and would love to knot your mouth if you’re into that. Any time you go down on her it’s a treat that she really appreciates.
Susie’s knot is wider than average and it can take a while to work in. She makes sure that there’s enough lube to make things go smoothly. She really enjoys stretching out her partner and if you enjoy it then that’s even better. Her knot tends to stay locked for a longer than average so comfort is key.
#dbd imagines#legion x reader#frank morrison x reader#joey x reader#julie x reader#susie x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight imagines#DBD#dbd headcanons#dbd frank#dbd joey#dbd julie#dbd susie#legion#dbd legion#Frank Morrision#abo#a/b/o dynamics#alpha/beta/omega#A/B/O au#A/B/O verse
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Alpha Steven Rogers having to get intel out of a very cute omega reader 🌚🌝 he’s all condescending with his praises as she breaks under him 😩👌🏻
Honey not vinegar
alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader; dark!Steve Rogers x female reader,
warnings: manipulation; gaslighting; mild verbal humiliation; praise kink; dark!Steve Rogers; his softness serves only manipulation, it’s not because he’s actually soft; alpha!Steve Rogers; dark!avengers;
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You trembled in fear as his hands reached out for you. Another threatening alpha who came to lash you with pain and cruel words.
But as he wrapped a blanket around you, your body froze in surprise then instantly relaxed into the soft fabric that allowed you to shield your indecent state.
The blanket was light blue, knitted, and it smelled fresh. Such a stark contrast to your plain, sweat-soaked underwear and the thin mattress with holes in it, on which you’ve been staying for the past three days. Or was it four already? You had no idea, time passed differently when locked in a dark, windowless cell.
“There, now,” the alpha’s voice was calm and warm. “That’s better.”
You chanced lifting your gaze up to look at him. Your breath hitched when you recognized in him the poster boy of freedom, selflessness and protection.
Captain America. Steve Rogers.
Out of his famous suit, just in plain jeans and a tight t-shirt. His biceps were so huge he could crack your head like a walnut in a split of a second.
“Are you going to play the good cop?” Your voice was hoarse - from all the hours without water, as well from all the screaming and crying those men who interrogated you caused.
They tried to break you with harsh treatment, with cruel words about your brother, yourself, about all the things that would happen to you if you didn’t tell them where your brother was. Him and his team, a sleepers Hydra unit that went active.
“No, little one.” Steve gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m simply going to be a decent alpha.”
Before you got a chance to ask him what that was supposed to mean, Steve picked you up.
You were too weak and too tired to fight him. Your body was achy enough it wouldn’t hold against a supersoldier’s assault. Besides, you were quite excited about the prospect of leaving this cell, no matter where he took you. Maybe somewhere worse.
Bundled in a blanket, he carried you out of the stinking cell. You passed some people in the corridor, but no one dared to even cast a glance your way. Everyone parted to the sides to make room for Steve as he went.
He took you to an elevator; held you the whole time as it ascended onto one of the highest floors. Once there, he brought you to a spacious apartment and into the bedroom.
Through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows you could see the tops of skyscrapers reflecting sunlight against the blue sky. A line of red-silver iron legion circled around the tower like a halo.
Steve placed you on the bed. A big one, with a semi-soft mattress and clean sheets. It felt like the highest luxury to your bruised body.
He sat on the bed facing you. His beautiful face showed concern, but you were too bitter to believe anyone was worried about you anymore.
“Decent alphas take defenseless omegas to their bedrooms?” Usually there’d be more spark in your tone, but you were exhausted and… sad.
“They take care of omegas.” Steve’s easy reply hit something in you.
That string which threatened to make you cry at your fate.
Though the physical pain was burdening, when you cried after each interrogation it was because you mourned the life you had just a week before. And because it hurt to think that now it was reduced to being a meaningless trash no one cared for.
“Especially ones that are important to them.” Steve reached for something on the bedside table and a second later was handing you a bottle of water.
You took the water gladly, but frowned at Steve’s words. He either implied you weren’t important enough for someone to protect you, or he was saying your brother was a bad alpha who didn’t care about you.
“I fear your brother has his priorities all wrong.” He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Not only for choosing to serve Hydra.” Steve interjected when you opened your mouth to defend Caleb. “But he abandoned his own sister.”
“He didn’t-” you protested.
“Didn’t he?” Steve challenged, opening a drawer in the bedside table and taking out a small, orange bag. “He fled when he knew we got on his tail. He left a civilian, helpless omega without protection, despite being aware we will be breaking down that door.”
Your fingers clenched on the bottle as you stared not at Steve’s face, but at his fingers unzipping the bag and revealing first aid supplies.
Surprisingly gently, he pushed the blanket off your shoulders. You felt an urge to cover yourself from his penetrating gaze as it slid over you, inch by inch. Though he didn’t stare at you lewdly, you felt completely naked and vulnerable under his perceptive gaze.
“Such a sweet thing, you are.” Steve cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and stretching out your arm.
The little praise in his tone elicited warmth. Your eyes closed briefly, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you bit your lip.
“Did you know there wasn’t a single attempt at rescuing you?” Steve said, applying antibacterial, soothing ointment into your bruises. “Not even a search for you.”
“Why are you telling me this?” You sniffled, less at the sting of your cuts and more because the truth Steve told you was breaking your heart.
You didn’t want to listen to him. Didn’t want to believe him. Just like you didn’t care for the words the other interrogators spat at you. But the other men pushed you around and called you a Hydra spawn, it was easy to block out their bullshit and stick to your own beliefs purely out of spite.
Steve was tending to your wounds. He spoke softly and as if he deeply cared about you.
It’s been so long since you experienced that.
“Because, little one, you have to realize you’re not fierce, or brave, or loyal. You’re simply naive believing your brother will come for you.” How he mocked you with cruel words, but kept his voice so tender, was giving you whiplash.
“Sweet, silly omega.” Steve wrapped a bandage around your wrist, covering the blue bruise from handcuffs.
“You should rely on an alpha who really has your safety in mind. Allow him to protect you and care for you,” he kept listing as he rubbed your calf in a soothing manner. “Someone who would make your brother pay for how he used you and hurt you.”
Your brain seemed to fill with fog. Confusion and battling thoughts distracting you from your previously adamant determination to not break.
Steve’s voice sounded so comforting; his touch so affectionate it made you sigh in relief and yearn for more. He took you out from that dark, cold, smelly cell and let you into his own bed.
An enemy who did more to you than your own brother has…
“It’s your men who hurt me.” You shook your head, your bottom lip trembling.
“They were just doing their job, as nasty it may be.” Steve squeezed your ankle, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. “But neither of them abandoned their families, or wifes to do it. Your brother did.”
“He abandoned you.” Steve said more firmly, the words sinking into your consciousness against your reason rebelling.
“He allowed for that to happen to you. He made those people do it to you.”
When a first, hot tear rolled down your cheek, Steve cooed. He climbed onto the bed and settled against the headboard, then swiftly pulled you onto his lap.
“Think what more he would let happen, if I didn’t come get you.”
You cried almost soundlessly, your fingers crumpling the fabric of Steve’s shirt as you clung to him. He smelled so nice. Like warm cookies and spicy whiskey. And he was so strong, felt so secure as you leaned into him. He made you feel safe.
Steve rubbed your back. He rested his other hand on your hip, you didn’t even notice his thumb hooked beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing the sensitive skin there.
“I’ve got you, little omega.” Steve murmured as you wept.
“Isn’t that better? Having an alpha to take care of you?” He asked. “An alpha who will protect you. And guide you. Lead you so you don’t accidentally make mistakes that would hurt your fragile, sweet self.”
Steve’s fingers combed through your hair a few times. Seemingly patient for your response. Slowly, he wrapped your hair around his hand and gently tilted your head back.
“Isn’t it better?” He repeated the question.
With eyes glazed over, you looked up at him and whispered - “It’s better.”
Out of damp, dark prison where only pain awaited you; it was so much better to be here with Steve. To have him talk to you so softly, even if his words were condescending and hurtful at times.
“I want to give you that.” Steve’s hold on your hair eased and his hand slipped to wrap around the back of your neck. His fingertips grazed your mating gland.
“Let me keep you safe and help you grow into a wonderful, obedient little omega I know you yearn to be.”
You stared at him with hopeful eyes, a longing whimper escaping your lips as your heart ached for the secured and sunlit life Steve was tempting you with.
“I ask nothing in return, just that you trust me.” Steve lowered his head, his blue eyes holding your gaze captive. Tip of his nose nearly grazed your own.
“Do you trust me?” He asked and when you nodded he sighed in relief and smiled at you.
It felt like a burst of sunshine from between dark clouds, warming your face and igniting hope for a happier time.
You’ve been warned about Captain America. Never in direct words that undermined his devotion to the people, but the men in your family often mentioned a man this perfect has to have a dark side.
But you couldn’t help but be drawn to his charm, to believe his promise of taking good care of you if you only allowed him to.
“Thank you, little one. You’re being so good.” Steve’s praise almost made you chirp. It’s been so long since you felt appreciated.
“Now, tell me what you know about your brother’s plans and whereabouts.” His tone was tinged with strict command and some part of you wanted to clamp up.
Steve tsk-ed seeing your resistance. His eyebrows drew in a frown, but his hold on you remained as tender as it was.
“Omega, you said you trust me.” He reminded you. “I need this information to ensure your brother, or any of his accomplices, never pose a threat to you. Or to any other featherbrained, weak omega they might want to use. You want to help me do that, right? Want to make me proud of how helpful you were?”
You did want that. You craved his praise more than you ever wanted your mother’s acceptance.
So you told Steve everything you knew, including a password to your own computer, because your brother occasionally used it.
“You did so well, little omega.” Steve kissed your temple and this time you really chirped.
Something flashed in Steve’s eyes. You thought it to be a glint of cocky triumph, but it quickly dissolved into affection that fooled you.
“Rest now.” Steve moved from beneath you, sitting you down on the warm spot he vacated.
He draped the covers over you and put the blue blanket on top of it, your fingers quickly reaching for the fabric you began associating with rescue.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said as he stood up, “I’ll get you something to eat.”
“Thank you, Steve.” You replied, your lips curving into a first, shy smile.
Steve bent down and cupped your chin, his fingers squeezing your flesh a tad harder.
“If I’m to take care of you, little one, you have to address me properly.”
“Yes, alpha.” It rolled out on your tongue immediately.
You didn’t want to disappoint Steve, fearing he’d take away his tenderness. You also felt irrationally comfortable saying it, as if something clicked right into place.
“Good little omega.” He praised. He shifted his hand, cupping now your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your lips.
Steve typed in the security lock as he left the apartment, making sure you had no way to sneak out, as well that no one unwanted would come in snooping.
Bucky was waiting just outside, with his back leaning against the opposite wall.
He had a pad in his hand, the screen displaying live footage from Steve’s bedroom. Sound included. The record of what you revealed to Steve has already been sent to the team, preparations for attack being made.
“Four days of breaking her without any effect and you do it in less than three hours.” Bucky whistled.
“I told you. Honey attracts better than vinegar.” Steve smirked in victory.
“Yeah? You're gonna fill her with your honey, too?” Bucky grinned, tapping a sequence on the pad and giving it back to Steve with a stilled frame of you in Steve’s lap, looking up at him with reverence.
“You know, I think I will.” Steve considered; he already knew you’d be so eager to please him in any way, just to hear some praise and to be touched.
“She’s so affection-starved she’ll milk me dry and beg for more, if I only show her some tenderness.”
It would be so easy to keep you compliant. Easy to fill your simple, silly needs too and make himself into the perfect alpha in your eyes.
“I have to say, this is the most nefarious checkmate move.” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder as they started walking toward the elevator.
“We gotta capture Caleb Pierce alive. Keep him in a hole in the ground, alive just enough to torment him with updates on his little omega sister whoring out for Captain America.”
“Kinda pity his old man is already dead.” Steve grinned at Bucky. “Wish we could get to see dear Alexander’s face as he learned I defiled his daughter. Maybe broadcast how she screams when I knot her.”
“Wouldn’t that be something.” Bucky sighed dreamily.
“We’ll do that to Caleb.” Steve promised, with a dark, determined glint in his eyes. “Bury Hydra along with him forever. Just after I show him how his little sister, my sweet omega slut, grows with a baby I planted inside her.”
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x female reader#alpha!steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fic#steve rogers imagine#honey not vinegar#my writing#dark! Avengers#dark Steve Rogers#Dark captain America#Dark avengers#Steve Rogers smut#Chris Evans smut
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REQUEST AND HC INFO
Warning:
This is an 18+ account. I am an adult, I write with the intent for my content to be enjoyed by other adults. I can’t hold you at gunpoint and demand you respect this of course, but it would be super rad if you listened of your own free will!
There will be adult references (non sexual - drugs and alcohol etc) that may still be in pieces marked SFW. This is your warning.
Requests info below the cut
The characters I depict are fictional. I will not write actual, real life people.
The information in this list will be updated here and there but this is a rough idea of my current stances!
I am more than open to writing ships or reader inserts of any gender or sexuality. If you are requesting an x reader and don’t specify gender I’ll usually opt for a gender neutral reader! But please specify if you want sfw or nsfw.
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Fandoms I’ll gladly write for:
Repugnant (band)
Ghost (band)
Dead By Daylight (video game)
Modern Warfare (video game)
Watch Dogs 2 (video game)
Marauders (Harry Potter universe)
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Ships and characters:
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Repugnant
Mary Goore x Reader
Mary Goore x Papa III
Mary Goore x Copia
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Ghost
Ghouls x Reader
Papa II - Papa IV x Reader
Ghouls x Papa
Dewdrop x Aether, Rain, Swiss, Copia or Mountain
Aether x Dew, Rain or Copia
Swiss x Rain, Dew or Mountain
Mountain x Rain, Swiss or Dew
Alpha Ghoul x Omega Ghoul
Alpha Ghoul x Papa III
Special Ghoul (Phil) x Papa III or Papa IV
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Dead By Daylight
Danny Johnson (The Ghostface)x Reader
Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Frank Morrison (The Legion)
Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Michael Myers (The Shape)
Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Dwight Fairfield
Michael Myers (The Shape) x Reader
Frank Morrison (The Legion) x Reader
David King x Dwight Fairfield
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Modern Warfare
König x Reader
König x Simon “Ghost” Riley
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader
Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” MacTavish
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Watch Dogs 2
Wrench x Reader
Wrench x Marcus
Wrench x Josh
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Marauders
Sirius x Remus
James x Regulus
James x Lily
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Once upon a dream
Omega! Chamber x Alpha!M!Reader Reader has chameleon like powers, enjoy!
Song is Once upon a dream from sleeping beauty
Valorant Legion, Kingdom Industries, and ATLAS had put together a sort of gala to promote themselves. Rightfully all of their agents had been invited to attend with the more reluctant having their arms politely twisted. It was all a publicity stunt. Wealthy fans, investors, and anyone who could afford to pull together some coins were permitted to attend. All of the agents were dressed to the nines. Female agents either wore something cultural or something classy with small bits of flare. The male agents were decorated in various suits with adornments to personalize them. Vincent was in a crisp black suit with a rich gold undershirt. His signature color scheme stayed consistent with his outfit, gold cufflinks and all. Of course if this was just some glorified meet and greet it wouldn’t garner the attention their employers had hoped so there was a gimmick; It was a masquerade. Everyone wore masks that concealed most of if not all of their entire face. It gave a sense of mystery as well as hooked people due to the chance of dancing the night away with their favorite member of Valorant.
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Of course he was entirely against being here and would rather prefer not to be. Vincent hated such stunts, such gimmicks. It was demeaning to be flaunted around like a cut of meat to starving dogs, all of them hoping to just get a taste of him. He took some solace in the fact other agents shared his thoughts but none of them could act against their generous funders. The only thing that made this night worth it was that he had a rendezvous with a particular person scheduled. The event gave the perfect cover for such a meeting and would allow the two to enjoy themselves under the guise of forming business relations. If either of them were discovered the scandal would not only destroy their social lives but would destroy them. Two agents from different earths meeting on a moonlit night to dance was absurd, but was exactly what was happening. Chamber had met the other agent by chance almost a year ago. The other man was trying to infiltrate one of Omega Earth's secure facilities that Chamber had been stationed on temporarily. Bumping into each other led to a fight that left both bruised and broken as well as wanting answers. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, the Alpha agent would escape with Vincent not knowing his name or face. If it was the last time the two would meet then the risk happening tonight would have never occurred. Not even a month later he had been deployed to siphon more Radianite from the other earth. Out of the corner of his eye he had spotted him. A shimmer and change of face alerted the sharp shooter to who one of his enemies was. He gave chase of course and managed to corner the other man. Everything was perfect. Chamber had the advantage with the chameleon being out of ammo and hurting. Despite the end seeming straight forward he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. He wanted answers about the radiants abilities, he needed them even. Even if it didn’t progress his life’s work he was still entirely too curious about the other man’s talents to toss them away so easily. So, instead of shooting him, he teleported away back to his team to help assist in planting the spike. That mission ended up being a wash as they had to swiftly return to their home, but it had cemented a connection. Over time the two would keep bumping into each other on missions until they finally would meet on equal terms without conflict.
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
Things eventually would blossom between the two. At first it was strictly to use the Alpha agent for the skill set he provided. Chamber had even tempted him to help with some of his business ventures, using the chameleon-like powers to make himself seem more credible with investors or customers by snagging the faces of notable people. Despite his best efforts the time the two spent together became more valued than it should have been. They started growing close and over time became something, exactly what that was neither would say. That is what had led to this moment. Multiple times the two had met with the other wearing someone else’s face so that they could share experiences and have dates. What was different tonight was that the masks allowed the two of them to come as they were, no disguises shared between them. So there Vincent Fabron stood, eyes scanning the room looking for his lover's eyes in the sea of masks.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
Finally catching them he perked up. It took every bone in his body to not show his change in demeanor as excitement bubbled through him. Excusing himself politely he did his best to make his way to them, giving no inclination as to who he was or his purpose. His love seemed to notice and found a small space out of the main area of the room away from the clusters of people littering the hall. Upon coming together he once again had to hold back the urge to grab the other man right there and shower him in affection. Any slip up may be noticed, even with the masks, so he had to keep up the act regardless of his true feelings or desires. Taking the other man's hand he gave him a smile as he usually did with guests. His love’s hand gripped his own firmly and warmly, making it painful to pull away.
“Would you care for a dance?” he knew the other man would accept, it was one of his favorite things after all. The music wasn’t what he preferred. It was more fanciful to fit the gimmick rather than proper music to dance to. Either way he would still enjoy the time spent with his partner.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream
Taking the other man's hand, his arm finding his waist, they moved along the room. Others danced similarly while some only watched as they went by. For once not a single eye was on the two. The sea of masks disguised them well, making them practically nobodies compared to the other guests. As the music trailed on, they spent the night dancing and chatting away as if who they were and what they pledged allegiance to didn’t matter. Perhaps in another life at another time things would be different. Maybe they could be born to the same world and have their fated meeting not be cursed by a cosmic divide. Right now their ill fated union didn’t matter. All that mattered was the time spent together, both ignoring the inevitable disaster that would befall them one day.
I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you
That gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream
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Materialist / Rules
Hi! I'm Soulariarym, I write for all things horror, video games, Really anything that peaks my interest, feel free to request anything but please read the rules, what I'm comfortable with.
One Shot Requests: Closed
Head Cannon Requests: Open
Matchups: Closed
What I will write
Nsfw
Sfw
Romantic Relationship
Non romantic
Fluff
Comfort
Angst
Gore/Violence
Any kinks besides listed in the “won't write” section
Heterosexual content, any lgbtq+ Content
X Reader, Character x Character
head cannons
One Shots, Stories (I don’t do stories for requests, only if its a story I personally wanna write, sorry!)
Match ups (please include what fandom you’d like a matchup with, if you request from a fandom I don’t write for I will ignore your request,Include your hobbies, looks, interests, sexuality. If your sexuality isn’t in your description I’ll match any gender, for dead by daylight please include survivors or killers or both)
Poly relationships
What I won’t Write
Non Con
Pregnancy / breeding kink
Alpha / Beta / Omega roleplay
Characters who are pedos, rapists
Incest
Ageplay
Urolagnia / Coprophilia
Necrophilia / Anything related to dead animals
homophobia / Transphobia
Character x Oc
Change characters sexuality if they’ve been confirmed lgbtq+
Who I write for:
Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers
Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis)
Jason Voorhees
Michael Myers
Chucky non doll form ( Charles Lee Ray, Nika Pierce)
Tiffany Valentine
Pyramid Head
Amanda Young
The Hell Priest (Pinhead)
Thomas Hewitt
Pennywise (Clown, Human Form)
Kurt Kunkle
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
001,Peter Ballard (Human form, Vecna)
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley (Only WLW)
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Jim Hopper
Joyce Byers
Karen Wheeler
Billy Hargrove
Dmitri Antonov
Dead By Daylight Survivors
(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)
Dwight Farefield
David King (Only MLM)
Nea Karlson
Feng Min
Claudette Mural
Jake Park
Quentin Smith
Jeff Johansen
Jane Romero
Yui Kimura
Felix Ritcher
Yun-Jin Lee
Leon S Kennedy
Dead By Daylight Killers
(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)
Ghostface (Danny Johnson)
Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)
Philip Ojomo (The Wraith)
Max Thompson (The Hillbilly)
Sally Smithson (The Nurse)
Michael Myers (The Shape)
Anna (The Huntress)
Amanda Young (The Pig)
Frank, Joey, Susie, Julie (The Legion) *no nsfw for susie*
Adris (The Plague)
Caleb Quinn (The Deathslinger)
Pyramid Head (The Executioner)
Jiwoon Hak (The Trickster)
And That's it! I'll probably add more as I discover new things, Don't be shy to request anything. I don't bite.
Materialist
(If the character didn’t originate from dead by daylight they’ll be listed under where they originated from)
Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers
( guys I’m working on it pls I’m new to this 🥲)
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Dead by Daylight - Angel/Demon Omegaverse AU
I don’t really have a good name for this AU yet.
Reader pov, OC, and character x character friendly. Suggestions welcome and requests encouraged
Semi post apocalyptic world where it’s often raining or drizzling. Some parts of the world are either uninhabitable or just taken over by Heaven or Hell. Major cities that I’m considering using are Los Angeles, London, Seoul - maybe more.
The war between heaven and hell ended in a stalemate, with many casualties and injuries among angels, demons, and more than a few humans. No religion actually 'got it right'. There is no god or gods, just two species of supernatural beings that hate each other.
Angels and demons are accepted and acknowledged to exist but most believe they will never see one unless they're very lucky or unlucky. There was a rebel angel called Lucifer but the former angel took that name from the humans, not the other way around. No one knows where or who Lucifer is, other than a select few unfortunate enough to have fought the renegade. Lucifer fell for siding with humanity over the other angels. When humanity was deemed unworthy, Lucifer gathered an army to save as many as possible. For this they were all exiled. This story is mostly forgotten or has been changed a million times in the following centuries, even/especially among demons and angels.
Most demons are at least partially human. A child born of a human/demon pairing will always be a demon. This has no impact on their strengths, abilities, etc. Angels are traditionally discouraged from ‘fraternizing’ with humans but after the war, the leaders of Heaven have thrown up their hands and just let the masses do what they want.
- Omegaverse details only apply to angels/demons. Constant, known exposure to either side will eventually cause a human to supernaturally mutate, for lack of a better word, and turn partially into an angel/demon, including being part of the omegaverse system. While a transformed partner is considered ideal for a mate, both sides will freely have sex with humans just because.
- Omegaverse system is based on a very old caste system in heaven. It has nothing to do with personality and everything to do with the type of powers you have and your 'ideal' job: Alphas are soldiers, Betas are scholars, and Omegas are artists, roughly speaking. The caste system hasn't been a thing in heaven since Lucifer was exiled, but the biological side of the system remains.
The Entity wants to play.
Character ideas:
Danny (Alpha) is a demon - people think he's the actual devil but he isn't, he's just a really big asshole. Very old, very powerful. Still a serial killer and has been for a long time.
Trickster (Alpha) is a (fallen?) Angel with black wings who hunts demons when not doing his day job as a kpop idol.
The Legion are demons, or at least Frank is, who don't work for anyone but themselves. Roaming troublemakers, probably all orphans, who start fights and feel lost in this fucked up world.
Dwight is either an angel or a normal human 'chosen' by heaven against his will. I like the idea of him with a sword and no idea how to use it.
Sunshine (Omega) (OC) is a podcaster and demon who is trying to recover from injuries gained during the war.
Characters I want to add when I figure out how:
Meg
Nea
David King
Felix
Leon
Anna
Feng Min [is a trans guy because I said so.]
... And definitely more that I haven’t thought of yet.
Well, that’s what I’ve got of the au! Lemme know what you think!
#dead by daylight au#dead by daylight fic#dead by daylight fanfiction#dead by daylight trickster#dead by daylight oc#dead by daylight ghostface#dead by daylight dwight#dead by daylight legion#dead by daylight frank#dbd x reader#dbd fic#dbd ghostface#dbd the trickster#dbd au#dbd omegaverse#dead by daylight omegaverse
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