#omega Feyd

[pochiperpe90]

Alpha!Prince Callum of Corrino x Omega!Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

[pinksiames]

Thought dump… Gale and Bucky ABO au

But it’s omega!Gale who’s trying everything he can to conceal the fact that he’s an omega. Dating Marge who’s a beautiful omega herself as a front, taking supplements to hide his scent and to boost a false one of an alpha. He and Marge play pretend out in public, Gale being the strong alpha that keeps his sweet omega protected and cared for. But once they’re behind closed doors they’re more like really good roommates, tending to each other’s needs when needed, being a source of comfort during their heats. That’s how it’s been since he presented. Since his father struck him with the back of his palm, swearing he’d never have a whore for a son, a breeding bitch that begs for an alpha knot.

He kept up the facade by enlisting to join the military, proving to his father that he was still strong despite his biological makeup, lying on the form of said genetic fuck up. The front show played well even when he met the strong, assertive but still kind alpha that was John Egan. Hell it was still going when everything in his fiber was screaming at him that Bucky was his alpha, that this was the man to keep him happy and sedated through life. Even after the man gave him his own goddamn name.

But he couldn’t.

Omegas were completely banned from the military, they were meant to stay home and tend to the children running amok, to wail and cry for their husband’s return. Technically that was what Marge was doing, worrying herself sick about her best friend, a man she considered her platonic soulmate. It would be a death sentence if anyone from the 100th figured out what he was. The shame and embarrassment that would come of it. So he kept it to himself, the only person who knew was a close Beta friend Marge had, she knew the whole situation and was sympathetic, supplying him with the medication he needed to keep up his front. It was good, it was great even. He had his best friend Bucky with him, a man who was completely aloof to the situation that was Gale. He had Marge back home, waiting for him, taking care of their little apartment that they called home.

Until he was shot down.

Of all the things that scared buck in that moment wasn’t the fear of death, or the fact that they’d torture him. It was the thought of them finding out what he was.

He had heard horror stories of what the Germans did to the omega men and women in their camps, keeping them separated from the rest to fuck and pleasure themselves like sex slaves. Kept them awake all hours of the night, being ran through like breeding stock. Most of them died within the month of being flagged. They were third class citizens to them.

He was smart enough to keep supplements on him when he went on missions, mostly because of those stories he heard. He had enough to last him through the autumn, but once winter hit he was screwed.

He was both relieved and anxious when Bucky arrived, his Bucky. Relieved that his best friend wasn’t dead, that he wasn’t among the piles of bodies that lay waste in the countries forests. Though it looked like he wasn’t far from meeting that grim fate. But he couldn’t help the anxiety and fear rise up in his throat knowing one of these days he’d have to tell him, once his pills ran out and his temperature spiked.

It was December when it finally caught back up to him, specifically 3 days before Christmas. He had been feeling like shit for the past week, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. Most of the men here were sick as a dog or just about to be. The cold just about took everyone out, heteronormative be thrown out the window when they started sharing bunks, trying to maintain what little heat their bodies still possessed.

Gale had retired earlier that day, curling up in his makeshift bed, his muscles sore and aching, feet shuffling like his body weighed double his size. For the first time since arriving he felt the urge to peel away his layers, his skin hot like hells surface.

Bucky himself had been feeling under the weather, the chill winds weren’t of much help. But he had been keeping his eye on buck and Gale knew it. He knew when he would meet eyes with the large man, how his eyes shined with concern, seemingly growing more and more frustrated with each of gales wave off’s.

“I’m fine Bucky, there’s worse men who need to be tended to more than me. It’s just a cold.” He’d say because that’s what Gale did. Brush off his own suffering and misery while making sure the boys under his command were taken care of. He knew it wasn’t the answer Bucky wanted but it was the one he was given over and over and over again. Gale was getting worse and it showed. But he had to keep face, couldn’t slip up, or else he’d get a far worse punishment than death.

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Bucky didn’t know that. It made it more confusing to him when he’d be huddled up next to Gale, chest plastered to the smaller man’s back, and a sweet, lavender smell would wave In front of his nose. It was faint, like a whisper of a kiss. But it was there, and it was coming from his buck. He kept getting little hints of it at night, lavender with traces of coffee beans, and just a dash of pine. It was an odd mix but somehow it screamed buck, made his grip on the man in front of him just a tad bit tighter.

It scared him when buck started to pull away, keeping his distance by keeping himself busy, staying cooped up in the library away from everyone else. He could hardly catch a glimpse at him most of the time, and when he did those baby blues were dull, almost lifeless. It made his heart hurt, knowing Gale was so obviously struggling with something but couldn’t show it in front of everyone. He was resentful at first, how Gale took charge and kept everyone together, while John just wandered around, making up baseball games in his head. Why was Gale able to be so calm? How come he wasn’t as affected as he was? And then he caught that glance, that empty stare. It was almost like he had accepted his fate here, that he was put here to die. He wanted to tell him that they were going to make it, that he had Marge waiting at home for him. But Gale avoided him like the plague.

When Bucky finally retired to bed he returned to his own bed, leaving buck cold and alone. He knew he couldn’t be mad at the man but it still festered in his chest. If Gale wanted to be left alone so badly so be it. At least that’s what he thought before soft sniffles and whines came from below. Guilt quickly replaced anger as he peeked over into crack between the beds and the wall. Gale was curled into himself, shivering and tears pouring down his face. He was about to give in and climb down and comfort the man under a faint, strangled moan pierced his ears. Taking a closer look he could see the sweat covering pink cheeks, drops running down his neck into exposed collarbones. He followed the trail, his eyes widening seeing hand movements under the thin blanket.

Gale was masturbating. Right here where everyone could hear him. But no one moved from their cozy spots, snores still echoing through the space. He quietly turned away from the scene, his cock rock hard in his pants. He didn’t know someone could look so-

“Bucky..” he froze. His train of thought crashing. Gale was crying out for him.

Taking another peak gale was now biting his pillow, eyes squeezed shut and back arched. There was no way.

“John..” This time it sounded more desperate, his eyes opening and a flood of tears poured down his face. Pretty baby blues shining in the moonlight. John wanted to devour him. Without another word he climbed down from his bed, heavy feet landing on the floor. Looking back over Gale wasn’t moving at all, no noise, no uneven breathing. Completely silent.

Grabbing gales blanket he shuffled his way under the cover, the heat hitting him in the face with how warm he was, and then the smell. That sweet lavender smell smacking him. Buck was an omega, and he was in the middle of his heat.

Gale looked over his shoulder at John, his face looking like a kicked puppy dog. He was shaking. In fear or of the cold he couldn’t tell. But his eyes were speaking to him.

Please don’t hate me.

John gave him a soft smile, large hand coming to rest on swollen cheeks before lowering his mouth down to gales ear.

“Let me take care of you darling.”

I was not expecting this to be this long 😭 but um enjoy ABO clegan even if it is a little wip

[oneandonlybbygrl]

I haven’t written/ posted Fanfiction in years. I’ve never done so on Tumblr and have no idea how to even post Fanfiction on tumblr. How do tags and master lists and the keep reading thing work?

But I have an idea. Oh Boy do I have an idea for a story; like three novel lengths of a story. With a female reader!

Alpha!Paul x Omega!Reader x Alpha Feyd!

Now I Haven’t read the books, but have researched details in them. Some of the aspects of the books are too weird strange like a half worm tyrant! And I would take a lot of creative liberties but here’s the gist:

There’s a cluster of planets outside of the Imperium with a Goverment and heirarchy of their own. They despise the Bene Gesserit as they have “gifts” of their own.

They are powerful with many resources, though are aware they have made an enemy of the emperor.

The Change is the prophecy they have for the Bene Gesserit’s Messiah. Two warring houses will unite the Imperium with these cluster of planets through a bond with a shared omega. An Omega the emperor and Bene Gesserit want dead. An omega the Fremen are wary of and Baron Harkonnen wants only for his house.

There’s baby Feyd and Paul and their childhoods as they grow up. A bloody Feyd who just killed his mother gets a quick hug from Omega!reader who tells him she’s always available to be a friend before scampering off and leaving him prettified!

Feyd sets up his Uncle and brother. He secretly divides his people into two opposing sides. One for an imperium lead by the Harkonnen Atreides Triad, and the other for his Uncles barbaric rule. Feyd is still barbaric in his own right but not to the point that it leads to his death. His Omega makes it clear he has to exhibit control of his instincts or he’s out.

Paul and Feyd have a love/hate relationship, trying to kill the other all while working together to take control of the Imperium. So much sexual tension that is released on the “poor” reader!

Super slow burn, way more strategical overtaking by Paul and Feyd. Reader is kind, soft but not self sacrificing. She has her own role to play in bringing togther her people with the imperium. And she sure as hell isn’t going to just bend over for Paul and Feyd.

Thoughts??

[the-fatal-impact]

My Kwizatz Hederach power foreseen this would happen and you guys did delivered!

[alexagirlie]

We Share Spit like Venom and Call it a Kiss

A/N: another cross post, this time a lil feyd/paul number I wrote back before the trailer for part 2 was released and we still hoped for a Feyd with hair. Header by Me. Divider by @/cafekitsune

A little drabble sequel HERE that I did for Kinktober 2022. Featuring threesome and DP.

Fandom: Dune

Pairing: Feyd Rautha x Paul Atreides, Duncan Idaho x Paul Atreides

TW: Omegaverse. Omega Paul. Alpha Feyd. Alpha Duncan. Arranged Marriage. Secret Lovers. Consensual Drug Use. Drug Induced Mating Cycles. Implied Mpreg. Insults.

Summary: Paul could see Duncan from where his cheek was pressed to the sheets. Could see how hard his alpha was from watching Paul and Feyd together. Duncan had a hand around his cock, the tip looked red and angry, wet with precome.

Paul reached out with one arm and called for Duncan, called for his alpha, even as his husband licked a path up one thigh and curved his chest over Paul's back. Feyd's hard cock nestled against the crease of Paul's ass.

Taglist: @gatoenlaciudad @softhecreator @almostg

Paul had been sure the night was going to end in blood when he had greeted his new husband, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, from their marriage bed with his swordmaster's cock still buried balls deep inside him. Paul had been seated in Duncan's lap, his back against Duncan's chest with his head resting on the bigger man's shoulder. He was leaking a mixture of slick and cum and the smell filled the room, pungent and thick.

Paul had watched with a sick sense of satisfaction as the Harkonnen alpha had taken in the scene before him and for just a brief moment rage had filled Feyd's face. It had twisted the handsome features into something ugly and hateful before it smoothed out into a cocky smirk.

"Should have known you would be a greedy little slut of an omega."

Paul imagined that Feyd had meant the comment as an insult, Paul should have taken it as an insult but strangely he didn't. Instead the comment rekindled the fire in his gut, the fire which had been banked from the thorough fucking Duncan had just finished giving him. His soft cock gave a twitch against his thigh and began to thicken, taking a positive interest in where the night needed to lead.

Feyd's gaze locked onto Paul's hardening cock and his smirk slid from cocky to lecherous. He took a step towards the bed, his body language predatory and filled with intent before he froze as a deep rumbling growl sounded from within the broad chest pressed to Paul's back. Paul may need to play submission to his new husband but he already had an alpha and Duncan was not at all pleased with the proceedings. Duncan hadn't been pleased with the proceedings since the day they had been announced.

When Paul had presented as an omega just after his 18th birthday it had been a surprise, everyone had expected for him to present as a beta, like his mother. It was not an entirely unwelcome surprise though, as omegas were highly sought after for their fertility and were rare among noble bloodlines. Paul's presentation as an omega had given the Atreides family an incredible bargaining tool when it came time to negotiate for his marriage.

Marriage proposals began filling in before he had even reached a marriageable age and after several months the Emperor himself weighed in and made the decision for them.

When Paul came of age at 21, House Atreides and House Harkonnen would finally put aside their feud and be joined in union. Paul would be wed to the Baron's alpha nephew, Feyd-rautha. As an added incentive, the Emperor decreed that once Paul provided an heir, the emperor would grant him and his new husband the planet of Arrakis as a new seat of power. Feyd's homeworld, his birthright, Geidi Prime, would pass to his brother, Rabban, and the Atreides homeworld of Caladan would pass to Paul's young sister, Alia.

Many had been outraged at the Emperors decision, no one had wanted to see Paul wed to a Harkonnen, but to deny the Emperor would have been suicide. No one had been more outraged than Paul's most loyal protector, his swordmaster Duncan Idaho. He had spent weeks fuming and prone to bursts of rage that often left broken furniture in his wake.

It had taken Paul confronting his dearest friend in private late one evening for the true depth of Duncan's outrage to be known. For the true depth of both their feelings towards one another to be known. That night Duncan had taken Paul to bed and had shown him all ways an alpha could love their omega. All the ways an alpha could please an omega.

They kept their relationship a secret and as the date of Paul's marriage loomed ever closer he hatched a plan.

Paul told Feyd what was going to happen in no uncertain terms. Feyd would be allowed to fuck Paul, he would be allowed to knot Paul but Duncan would be the one to bite his claim. They would consummate their union, and Paul would continue to lay with his husband during each of his heats until he provided the Harkonnen alpha with an heir. They would receive their new serfdom on Arrakis with no one the wiser and then Feyd would never touch Paul again.

"What happens if I do not agree to these terms?"

Paul had expected an angry outburst, the rumours regarding the Harkonnen alpha suggested he was prone to fits of rage and violence. Instead his question was asked in a soft tone, though Paul could still detect the threads of anger under the calm.

Paul let his own wicked grin spread across his face.

"If you do not agree then I am going to claim that you attempted to assault me and during the altercation Duncan heard my calls for assistance and came to my defense. You were fatally wounded and bled out. A tragedy."

There was a minute of silence, no one spoke again until Feyd threw his head back and laughed. It was loud, full bellied and was a surprisingly joyous sound. Paul stared, stunned as Feyd's laughter trickled off into mirthful chuckles.

"Oh Paul, I had heard you were cunning but you really would have me assassinated on our wedding night."

Feyd's voice was filled with amusement, which Paul thought was a very good sign.

"And what? I get to be celibate for the rest of my life while you get dicked down by big and dumb here?"

Paul decided he would ignore the insult to Duncan's intelligence. Just this once for the sake of this transaction going smoothly.

"As long as you're discrete, and everyone consents, you can fuck whoever you want. That isn't me."

Paul let Feyd have a couple minutes to think about his offer before he decided to play just a little dirty. He detached himself from Duncan, rose up and off his cock and crawled forward on his knees. He tilted his head back even further which exposed the long line of his throat. Paul's cock was fully hard now and the tip was wet with precome.

He knew what he looked like and he hoped that an aroused and available omega would help sway Feyd's decision towards his plan. Paul wasn't against using biology in his favour when he needed too.

Finally Feyd huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Knock that shit off. Fine, fine I agree to your plan. We will do what is needed so we get Arrakis and you get to keep fucking the giant."

Paul grinned and slapped Duncans thigh and at his lover's chuckle, motioned him to get out from under Paul. Duncan moved to a chair next to the bed so he could observe and make sure Feyd doesn't do anything that Paul does not consent to.

On the bedside table there are two glasses filled with water and two small pills, one red and one white. Drugs designed to induce mating cycles in alphas and omegas. To increase the chance a child is conceived on the first go and to eliminate any hesitations when love is not a factor. Paul and Feyd both took their pill without comment.

Paul crawled back towards the headboard, leaned back and spread his legs in invitation. Paul was surprised but delighted to learn that Feyd was a very talented and generous lover. He crawled between Paul's thighs, pushed his legs up and out of the way and just dived right in.

He spends over 30 minutes just eating Paul out. His tongue moved in him just right, made Paul even more wet and open until Feyd could slip his fingers in too. One after another until he had four perfectly long digits fucking into Paul smoothly. They pressed against Paul's prostate with each thrust, shooting sparks up Paul's spine.

Feyd was determined and fucked him with his tongue and fingers until Paul came. That didn't even slow Feyd down, he kept moving his fingers in and out of Paul before he wrapped his mouth around Paul's half hard cock and sucked him down. He brought Paul back to full hardness and managed to coax a second orgasm out of Paul. Only then did he let Paul slump back against the sheets, sweat drenched and panting.

Paul was relaxed from two back to back orgasms, the drugs had finally kicked in and he could feel as the artificial heat gained strength. The urge to roll over and just take it, to beg for an alpha's knot. He just wants a knot, he needs a knot.

Everything had started to get fuzzy and Paul had a hard time focusing but he could feel that he was soaked. His inner thighs were slippery and wet with his slick. His body had decided he was more than ready to get on with things.

He whined and arched his back enticingly, and let Feyd manhandle him over until Paul was on his hands and knees, chest pressed down to the bed. Ready to be claimed.

Paul could see Duncan from where his cheek was pressed to the sheets. Could see how hard his alpha was from watching Paul and Feyd together. Duncan had a hand around his cock, the tip looked red and angry, wet with precome.

Paul reached out with one arm and called for Duncan, called for his alpha, even as his husband licked a path up one thigh and curved his chest over Paul's back. Feyd's hard cock nestled against the crease of Paul's ass.

Paul wanted that cock inside him, wanted the promise of a knot inside him but he needed Duncan first. He needed his alpha to say it was okay. That it was okay for Paul to have another alpha inside him, to let another alpha fuck him, to knot him.

Duncan came to him, knelt at the side of the bed and cupped Paul's face in his large hands.

"What do you need my boy?"

"Tell me… tell me I can. Please alpha I need…"

"It's okay Paul. Go ahead. Take what you need."

Paul could see Duncan look at Feyd, and could only assume they had made eye contact over his back.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck him."

Feyd listened. The press of his cock inside of Paul stole his breathe, whiped his thoughts and consumed him with the need to be fucked. The need to be knotted, to be bred and bitten and claimed.

Paul knew he begged, he could feel his mouth move but he couldn't make out the words. He just knew he needed more of that cock inside him. He knew he needed his alphas hands on him.

A well aimed thrust made Paul wail, the sound filled the room, high and needy and drove the alpha behind him to fuck him harder. Paul could hear himself begging now, begging to be knotted, to be filled, to be bred.

"Please! Please, I want your knot! Fuuuck! Alpha please, please, please!"

Paul registered the press of Feyd's knot against his slick hole and he barely had the presence of mind to push back, to push until it finally popped inside of the omega and he was locked in place.

He came around the alpha's cock, came from the feel of that knot inside him and the warmth that flooded his insides. He barely registered the press of Duncan teeth against his mating gland, the burst of pain as his skin ruptured and then he was flooded with pleasure as his orgasm crested and he was claimed.

They went several more vigorous rounds before Feyd was spent and the alpha was kicked out of Paul's bed. A servant was summoned to show him to his new private chambers in the Atreides household.

Sated and sticky with drying cum and slick Paul finds himself held securely in his lover's muscled arms. Duncan had taken him again after Feyd was done with Paul. While the drugs had still been riding the omega's body and making him pliant and eager. Once they were both sated they fell asleep pressed together and exhausted.

The seed did not take during this first artificial mating between Paul and Feyd, nor the 2nd, 3rd or even the 4th heat Paul shared with his husband. It was not until the 6th heat he spent tied between his husband and his mate that Paul felt his body accept what had been offered.

Paul grew large and there was much celebration when he finally gave birth. Twins. Both had Paul's sea green eyes and pale skin but one bore fine wisps of fiery red hair, the same as his husband's. While the other, thick curls of deep rich chestnut brown. Most would assume the babe has Paul's hair but only three knew the truth.

Only three knew the truth that it was not Paul's husband that shared his bed every night or that Paul didn't spend his heats with a single alpha but that he was lucky enough to spend it with two.

[reythemandalor]

Feyd-Rautha pulled his arm away, looking down that aloft nose at her. “I have to wed an alpha who wouldn’t tip the scales thirty pounds soaking wet, and you expect me to be happy?”

“I assure you, strength and skill is deceiving. I am more than meets the eye” Paula replied, jutting out her chin.

liebesfrühling / love spring

[vixcupid]

while watching dune II with my friends, we decided to make crazy fanfic ideas and this one is the best overall, thought it would be fun to share

feydpaul, the thing about paul supposedly being originally a girl and meant to be feyd's wife but a/b/o

both of them being alphas and feyd messing around with paul's pheromones whenever they're close or interacting with each other, Paul uses his alpha pressure and feyd returns it tenfold

after paul killed feyd he accidentally starts bitching, since his inner Omega recognized that his alpha is gone, he goes into a ghost heat and is sooo miserable

[kasagia]

2k followers celebration with Feyd-Rautha! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[amethystmercury]

Omegaverse AU where Omega Paul marries alphas Princess Irulan, Chani, and Feyd and gives birth to each of their children. He is fiercely protective of all of them and ensures that they are deeply immersed in the ways of the Bene Gesserit. He is never not seen with at least one of his children making sure that their bond with him is strong. He refuses to let anyone else besides Irulan, Chani, and Feyd nurse his children. It’s also not uncommon for the servants to see the children in Paul’s chambers with all of them clinging to some part of his body as they sleep.

[forthbeaming]

maybe it's because my hyperfixation went from pit babe to dune very quickly but give me some good dune omegaverse. especially paul and feyd-rautha omegaverse. the obvious option: omega paul and alpha feyd (one look at timmy and you know he is a little breedable omega lmao) but like... that's boring and not enough unhinged so! alpha paul who hides his second gender his whole life (jessica somehow manages to hide the truth from the bene gesserit as they want her to have an omega child for their intergalactic breeding program) and acts according to it (his looks helping him with that a lot because nobody even questions his secondary gender). feyd on the other hand was born omega - also information his parents hide from the baron. after their death, fyed keeps the act up, acting like your typical harkonnen alpha - it's a but tricky but he finds a way (by mostly killing the concubines the baron gives him). something something to ensure the peace of the universe, they mate, keeping their secrets safe - paul knowing feyd's secondary gender the moment he sees him, using it to his advantage. (also are you born with your secondary gender or it's something that develops during puberty - and how much can bene gesserit control the presentation? so many possibilities)

[emkayoh]

"Feyd was already dressed for the ceremony. He lounged on their bed, chin resting in his palm, clad in his ceremonial robes of black velvet and a dark leather surcoat, smartly polished.

"I want to see you," Feyd said.

...

Paul stepped out from behind the screen, now dressed. Feyd stood, his heart thudding against his ribs with such force that he thought they might break.

The sight of him! 

He'd wanted Paul swathed in gold, or perhaps a dark, vivid purple—something opulent and befitting Paul's combined titles as husband of the na-baron of Giedi Prime, heir to House Atreides, future ruler of Caladan, cousin to the Imperial family of House Corrino, and an omega. But Paul had chosen blue—the dark blue of his first courtship gift, the whalefur coat.

The exact same shade of blue in a masterpiece of silk: a set of high-collared, floor-length robes that emphasized Paul's height and slender frame. The sleeves were long and flowing and lent him an ethereal air. Paul stood tall, with his shoulders back. Atop his head was a simple circlet of silver. Paul's dark curls framed his face, adding a hint of softness to his regal bearing."

— this beating heart, pierced by EnduringParadox

I wanted to draw Feyd and Paul's wedding robes from my friend @saltwaterpanda's excellent fic.

[bubblegumflesh]

AU Emperor! Feyd-Rautha Hakonnens and Concubine! Pual Atreides

Tag: Omegaverse

Alpha!เฟย์ด-รอธาได้เป็นจักรพรรดิจริงๆตามที่บารอนได้ให้คำมั่นไว้ หลังจากการสู้ครั้งสุดท้ายระหว่างเฟย์ด-รอธากับพอล อะเทรดีส เฟย์ด-รอธาชนะและได้แต่งงานกับเจ้าหญิงอิรูลาน กลายเป็นจักรพรรดิคนถัดไป แต่ยังคงเก็บ Omega!พอลไว้เป็นสัตว์เลี้ยว

หลังจากผ่านไป 5 ปี เจ้าหญิงอิรูลานก็ยังไม่สามารถให้กำเนิดทายาทได้ omega!พอล ผู้ที่ถูกขังลืมในคุกอยู่นานก็ถูกแต่งองค์ทรงเครื่องยัดเหยียดตำแหน่งconcubineให้ เป็นไปตามแผนการเดิม Bene Gesserit เพื่อให้กำเนิด KH

เฟย์ด-รอธาไม่ได้สนใจแผนการของพวกBG แต่ความคิดที่ว่าจะได้รังแกทายาทของตระกูลอะเทรดีสนั้นเหมือนจะเป็นเรื่องน่าสนุกที่สุดนับตั้งแต่ขึ้นเป็นหุ่นเชิดในฐานะจักรพรรดิให้ลัทธิBGมานาน

[pinksiames]

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The Promise of Heaven -Gale/John (Completed)

"Not Nature, But the 'Genius of mankind' has has knotted the hangman's noose which it can execute itself at any moment." - Carl Jung

Or what happened to Gale before meeting back up john at Stalag lll.

On ao3 linked here

You and me (against the world) - Gale/John (in progress)

Buck and Bucky manage to get away for a weekend and spend some time together.

On ao3 also linked here

Guide to being the hot Teacher (By Gale Cleven) -Gale/John (In progress)

“Now what did I deserve to be graced by your presence again buck.” He knew he was getting under Gales skin with that nickname.

“It’s Gale and you forgot your Door key in my room.” Pulling out the lanyard from his pocket.

“What if I did it on purpose so I could see you again?”

“Well then it would’ve been a stupid plan since you wouldn’t have been able to get back inside to see me.” He retorted, lightly nibbling on the inside of his cheek.

Or the one where Gales the new Astronomy teacher and The baseball coach is absolutely head over heels for him.

Headcanons for The Teacher AU

Wips

Gale crying - John/Gale

Au's

ABO - John/Gale

Domestic Post war - John/Gale

Skatepark - John/Gale Made with @clevenhq

Law Firm - John/Gale Made with @/clevenhq

Frat Boys - John/Gale Made with @/clevenhq

Exchange Student - John/Gale made with @/clevenhq

Rockstar - John/Gale Made wit h@/clevenhq

Sugar Baby - John/Gale Made with @/clevenhq

Soccer Mom - John/Gale Made with @/clevenhq

Emo Extrovert and normal Introvert Bf - John/Gale made with @/clevenhq

Hotel workers - John/Gale Made with @/clevenhq

Next door neighbors -John/Gale made with @/clevenhq

Prison Pen Pals - John/Gale Made with @/clevenhq

Vampire Gale - John/Gale Made with@/clevenhq

Dune

Pain and Pleasure - Feyd/Paul (Complete)

The urge to inflict it is as strong as it is to receive it. Pain bleeds into pleasure. Pleasure into pain. No sense in trying to keep the two torn apart, begging to rip and tear at each others throats and bathe in the glory and aftermath of it all. They shall never know what it means to live separately, what it feels to thrive on their own.

That, at least, is what has been ingrained into Feyd-Rautha’s mind since he first gained consciousness. Since he was taken from his home world Lankiveil, where white snow encapsulated the whole planet, nothing but harsh winters and frozen over seas. Since his Uncle took him and his brother Glossu in after the murder of their father. Since he presented as an Omega at the age of 15. He’s only known that for pain to ensue pleasure must be obtained as well.

Headcanons

Headcaonons of my current Wives Gale Cleven and Feyd Rautha

Vampire Gale made by @/clevenhq!

[oneandonlybbygrl]

I’ve got multiple parts for my a/b/o Paul x Female Reader x Feyd-Rautha story. I’m writing the entire outline, that way every post (chapter) coincides with the plot. I have decided to go with Y/N and nicknames thanks to your feedback.

I have one more question: What do I do with Chani? Does she exist? Does she and Paul have a relationship while you’re separated from Paul? Do they have a child (twins) like in the book. Is Chani perhaps a jealous scorned lover?

Any ideas would be lovely.

[3d-wifey]

SCP-2243: You Got Caged!

If it isn't obvious, you're Dr. ████. I mixed his powers from the last timeline and this timeline bc I missed the green energy. Anywho, these will all be in the same universe, I already started one for Feyd Rautha bc that little freak is such an scp tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

SCP-2243

Item #: SCP-2243

​​Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2243 is to be contained within a reinforced humanoid containment chamber at Site-██ equipped with non-lethal deterrents to prevent unauthorized access. The chamber must be outfitted with soundproofing materials due to SCP-2243's propensity for vocalization as its penchant for charisma and allure makes unauthorized access into its containment cell just as likely as an escape attempt. All interactions with SCP-2243 must be supervised by trained personnel, and any requests for interaction must be approved by the Site Director ██████. A one-way observation mirror is to be installed. However, it is not to be utilized 24/7 as it is known that SCP-2243 will always be aware that someone is watching it and may engage in performative behavior. SCP-2243 is to be provided with recreational materials upon request, subject to approval by Site Director ██████.

Interaction with SCP-2243 must be conducted with caution to prevent irritation and subsequent accidental activation of its anomalous abilities.

SCP-2243's anomalous abilities are to be monitored regularly. Should SCP-2243 exhibit aggressive behavior, Protocol Omega-Zeta is to be enacted immediately, involving the use of hand-to-hand combat to settle it down as tranquilizers only further aggravate it. However, it is likely to go through and kill many of its “opponents” before this is reached. This is why it is key to keep it calm. Notify Dr. ████ before engaging in active combat with SCP-2243 as she has shown the ability to talk it down.

[Additional Notes: Due to SCP-2243's unpredictable behavior and potent anomalous capabilities, a specialized containment team trained in both hand-to-hand combat and anomalous entity containment procedures is to be stationed nearby at all times. Despite these measures being put in place, it is advised not to engage in combat with SCP-2243 if possible as it is unlikely for one to survive against it. Even sparing is ill-advised as SCP-2243 casually utilizes brutal and at times lethal moves. It seems that SCP-2243 doesn’t understand that one is supposed to go easy on their partner during a friendly match. Instead, SCP-2243 treats every fight as if it is life or death.]

Considering SCP-2243, and most likely those from its dimension, heals from what should be considered mortal wounds at ease, it is currently considered practically immortal. No firearms are to be used and there are no current plans to test this supposed immortality.

During transportation, personnel must be able to develop a rapport with SCP-2243 or be considered in good standing. This is in place to reduce the chances of agitation and encourage its current cooperation. While SCP-2243 has been happy to help and shows a strong sense of morality, outbursts of any kind should be met with negotiation first and combat if all else fails.  dealt with by Dr. ████, which has shown to be a surefire way of calming it down. 

Aggressive language or actions toward SCP-2243 will be perceived as grounds for combat, at which point the only way to calm SCP-2243 down will be the termination of said offender by its hands with the gruesome usage of what it classifies as a “finisher” or “brutality”. At this point, a disembodied voice has reportedly been heard chanting “Finish him/her.” The same course of action will be taken if SCP-2243 witnesses any type of aggressivity towards Dr. ████.

SCP-2243 is to be provided with basic amenities and entertainment to maintain cooperation and prevent boredom-induced agitation.

SCP-2243 demonstrates a strong aversion to containment and expresses a desire to engage in combat and entertainment activities. It frequently attempts to escape confinement to pursue these activities, often resulting in containment breaches and potential security risks. As such, SCP-2243 is allowed monitored access outside of its containment chamber.

Description: SCP-2243 appears to be a humanoid male of Caucasian descent in his mid-thirties with a muscular build, approximately 6 foot 1 in height despite claims of being taller, 200lbs. The only noteworthy marking on its body is a tattoo along its chest spelling “Johnny”. SCP-2243 possesses enhanced physical abilities, including strength, agility, and endurance, beyond that of normal human capabilities. Despite numerous attempts to determine the source of these abilities, SCP-2243's physiology appears to be entirely mundane.

SCP-2243 is known to exhibit a charismatic and self-assured personality, often displaying a penchant for theatricality and grandiose gestures. It is highly proficient in hand-to-hand combat, displaying mastery in various martial arts disciplines, but also shows proficiency with various melee weapons. SCP-2243 is also capable of performing acrobatic feats defying conventional physics.

SCP-2243's primary anomalous trait is its ability to generate and manipulate energy fields, particularly those resembling green, energy-based constructs. These constructs have been observed taking various forms, including protective barriers, projectiles, and offensive weaponry, all of which have been dubbed SCP-2243-1. The extent of SCP-2243's control over these constructs is not fully understood. These abilities appear to be activated through gestures and vocal commands, though the exact mechanism remains under investigation. Alongside this, it’s capable of producing photokinetic energy projectiles from its hands, which it refers to as "Shadow Balls" or "Green Energy”, that are capable of inflicting significant damage to organic and inorganic matter.

SCP-2243's anomalous abilities extend beyond its physical prowess. It has been observed to possess a form of reality-warping, enabling it to alter perceptions and manipulate the outcome of events in its vicinity. This includes the ability to enhance its own combat abilities and create illusory duplicates of itself, SCP-2243-3, making it difficult to contain or neutralize. SCP-2243 often utilizes these "stunt doubles" as decoys or to overwhelm adversaries, suggesting a strategic acumen beyond conventional human capability. 

One of SCP-2243's most confounding anomalous properties is its ability to spontaneously generate film crew equipment and personnel, SCP-2243-5, seemingly out of thin air. These manifestations typically appear during combat scenarios, allowing SCP-2243 to produce elaborate cinematic sequences in real-time and manipulate its surroundings to create elaborate stage-like environments evidently at will. Despite extensive research, the origin of these manifestations remains unknown.

SCP-2243 producing an instance of SCP-2243-5

It has the extraordinary ability to produce multiple instances of SCP-2243-4 at any time that it refers to as “stunt men”. SCP-2243-4 appear as men who look similar to SCP-2243, but not identical. They seemingly materialize out of thin air and disappear just as seamlessly. When asked about them, SCP-2243 claims it is “too valuable to do its own stunts even though it totally can.” Not to be confused with SCP-2243-3, “stunt doubles”, which are perfect clones of SCP-2243 that it creates using its green energy during combat. Despite the names being synonymous, there is a clear and distinct visible difference. 

Furthermore, SCP-2243 demonstrates an enigmatic ability to create SCP-2243-2 instances, which function as an invisible yet responsive live studio audience. These entities provide audible feedback and reactions to SCP-2243's actions, further enhancing its theatrical performances during combat encounters. Despite being imperceptible to onlookers, SCP-2243 interacts with SCP-2243-2 instances as though they were tangible entities, implying a cognitive connection beyond conventional sensory perception.

SCP-2243 interacting with SCP-2243-2

These cinematic apparitions serve to augment SCP-2243's theatricality, enhancing its engagements with both adversaries and Foundation personnel.

SCP-2243's origins and motivations remain shrouded in mystery, with conflicting claims suggesting ties to alternate realities and interdimensional conflicts. Further investigation into SCP-2243's extradimensional knowledge and the veracity of its assertions is ongoing.

SCP-2243 is known to engage in confrontational behavior, often seeking out adversaries to engage in combat. SCP-2243 exhibits an exaggerated sense of self-confidence and bravado, often engaging in verbal taunts and dramatic gestures during confrontations. SCP-2243 displays a charismatic and flamboyant personality, often engaging in boastful behavior and making witty remarks, even in stressful or dangerous situations. It has demonstrated a tendency to seek attention and validation from others, particularly through public performances and displays of its abilities.

Despite its aggressive tendencies, SCP-2243 has displayed a strong sense of morality, frequently intervening to protect innocent individuals from harm.

SCP-2243 has shown an advanced level of intelligence past that of most sapient Euclids. It has made claims of possessing a Ph.D. in quantum mechanics. When tested on the subject, SCP-2243 showed remarkable proficiency. 

SCP-2243's presence tends to draw significant public attention, making containment challenging. Witnesses of its anomalous abilities are typically administered Class-A amnestics to maintain secrecy.

[Additional Notes: SCP-2243's anomalous abilities and charismatic personality pose a potential threat to Foundation secrecy and containment efforts. Research is ongoing to understand the full extent of its capabilities and origins. Efforts to recruit SCP-2243 as a Foundation asset for containment and neutralization of other anomalies are under consideration, pending approval from higher authorities.]

SCP-2243 is to undergo regular psychological evaluations and physical examinations to monitor any changes in behavior or anomalous abilities. Any attempts by SCP-2243 to utilize its anomalous abilities for personal gain or unauthorized activities must be promptly reported.

SCP-2243 claims to be a former Hollywood actor and martial artist, though its background and identity remain uncertain. It frequently refers to itself by the alias "Johnny Cage" and insists on being addressed as such. Despite its cooperative demeanor, SCP-2243 has been known to exhibit stubbornness and defiance when faced with authority or containment procedures it perceives as restrictive. However, it seems to have taken a liking to Dr. ████ and adheres to her authority for reasons unknown. Though it is theorized to be aesthetically motivated.

While generally personable, SCP-2243 can become irritated or outright aggravated if treated like a specimen or if it becomes bored. Will only answer to Johnny, Mr. Cage, or Dr. Cage. 

Despite SCP-2243's often brash and arrogant demeanor, it has shown a degree of cooperation with Foundation personnel, particularly when provided with opportunities for public exposure and adulation. None more than Dr.  ████. However, caution is advised, as SCP-2243's loyalty and motivations remain unclear. 

Addenda:

Addendum 2243-A: Containment protocols have been updated to include measures to prevent unauthorized access to SCP-2243's containment cell, as well as enhanced surveillance to monitor SCP-2243's interactions with SCP-2243-1, SCP-2243-2, and SCP-2243-4 instances. Continued observation and analysis of SCP-2243's behavior are necessary to ensure effective containment and mitigate potential security risks.

Addendum 2243-B: SCP-2243's containment cell has been outfitted with holographic projectors to simulate various combat scenarios and facilitate cooperative engagements with Foundation personnel. These simulations serve as both training exercises and opportunities for psychological assessment, aiding in the formulation of comprehensive containment protocols.

Addendum 2243-C: Containment protocols have been revised to include provisions for the monitoring and analysis of SCP-2243's interactions with SCP-2243-1, SCP-2243-2, and SCP-2243-4 instances. Behavioral studies are underway to discern patterns and motivations behind SCP-2243's utilization of these anomalous entities.

Addendum 2243-D: SCP-2243 has been observed engaging in dialogue referencing an alternate reality known as "Earthrealm" and claiming to be a "Mortal Kombat champion." But shows no concern about returning. Further investigation into the origin and nature of SCP-2243's extradimensional knowledge is ongoing.

Addendum 2243-E: Ongoing research endeavors aim to elucidate the extent of SCP-2243's reality-warping capabilities and their implications for containment and neutralization strategies. Collaboration with multidisciplinary teams is encouraged to advance our understanding of SCP-2243 and its place within the anomalous spectrum.

Addendum 2243-F: SCP-2243 has expressed a desire to participate in containment breach drills and training exercises alongside Foundation personnel. While SCP-2243's assistance in such scenarios may prove beneficial, caution is advised due to the unpredictable nature of its behavior and abilities.

Addendum 2243-G: SCP-2243's anomalous abilities have led to speculation regarding its origin and potential connection to other anomalous phenomena. Research into possible links between SCP-2243 and known anomalies, as well as its true nature and purpose, is ongoing. Efforts to establish a comprehensive understanding of SCP-2243's capabilities and limitations are underway to ensure effective containment and management of its anomalous behavior.

Addendum 2243-H: SCP-2243 has expressed a strong desire to participate in various forms of entertainment media, including films, television shows, and live performances, citing its theatrical inclinations and performative prowess. While these requests are generally denied for security reasons, limited engagements under controlled conditions have been approved as a means of maintaining SCP-22443's cooperation and containment at the advice of Dr. ████.

Addendum 2243-I: Johnny Cage's penchant for grandiose theatrics and confrontational behavior necessitates ongoing evaluation of containment procedures and personnel training regimens. Collaboration with external consultants versed in performance arts and anomalous psychology may provide valuable insights into SCP-2243's psyche and motivations.

Addendum 2243-J: SCP-2243 has demonstrated a preference for interacting with personnel through staged combat scenarios reminiscent of action films. Requests for such engagements should be evaluated for feasibility and security implications.

[houserautha]

how would you feel about omegaverse feyd x reader (with alpha feyd ofc)

I love anything that puts Feyd as an alpha

The dynamic of omegaverse is very interesting and erotic to me. You can go a lot of ways with it (in my experience, which is kinda limited) but I love the idea of the hierarchy of it all?? Like yes please I want to be an omega and have my sole purpose to be fucked by alpha Feyd.

Also Feyd and knotting??? I got my first taste of this reading Bride by Ali Hazelwood (I recommend) and oh god it would be so hot with Feyd.