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slashersgostabbystabstab · 7 months

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[MALE] Xenomorph x Reader

There are many benefits to being a science officer

Update: If you like this fic, make sure you read the other one I wrote! It's a NSFW fic with this same Xenomorph character~

This is my first fic ever for the Xenomorph, and it's a rather lengthy one that I hope to write at least another part for. Just some info: I understand that there's a gray area in which the Xenomorph lands so the one I have written here is one that is a man-made hybrid creation. It still very much looks like a Xenomorph but it's changed up a bit. I think the fic describes a bit more in detail.

Sorry if it sucks, I got very much into detail after doing so much Alien lore research and this doesn't even seem like an x reader, I also apologize if it's shit, I am so desperate to post this that I just didn't even bother to revise it. I'll do it tomorrow 'cause it's late right now lol ;7; Feels like I'm writing the next Alien movie lmao

Warnings: Mention of death/corpses. Some violence (ya know, the movies are action packed with the marine corps and such). Not sure what else to mark but please do message me if you feel I should add something

Words: 7,145

Being the Demeter’s science officer had its perks, but it unfortunately also came with its share of detriments such as any other job did. But then again, your particular career choice had its own kind of drawbacks that would make the average person not take the position. Sure most science officer positions didn’t come with so many risks, but being the science officer for THIS ship’s crew was a whole other experience.

Coming onto the crew it was made clear what you were to expect. It was made clear what conditions you would be made to work under, and you somehow still decided this was the path for you. It was made clear that your crew’s purpose was a mission only a specific bunch of associates was picked.

On planet 212, also known as Gethov, there was tale of an overly faithful group of persons. Or without the polite sugar coating provided: your crew was meant to investigate what it could of the possible cult that inhabited the planet. And after spending more than enough time camping out on the planet, it was quite obviously not a possibility but the fact that there indeed was a cult deep within the planet.

But this was in no way no ordinary cult, whatever the hell that meant, this group of pious persons devoted themselves to the very thing that threatened the human race as well as others.

These crazy bastards worshiped Xenomorphs.

They worshiped every kind of Xeno, every shape and form of theirs; even the man-made ones. They venerated the creatures so much that, based on your gained knowledge, they made it their goal to bring life to as many Xenomorphs as they could.

Xenomorphs were believed to have been completely eradicated, even after the mess created by the Weyland-Yutani corporation’s greed. Thankfully they went under great scrutiny in the 90’s before being completely outlawed in 2349 along with numerous other corps. But even things like that weren’t going to stop at least one bastard from starting the whole process again.

Mother’s Order of Propagation. That was the name of the cult created by Charles Lincoln, former executive officer who was so dedicated to helping Xenomorphs reproduce that he, not only groomed his science officer into joining, but he went as far as making recruits “a part of the hive”. One could not easily integrate themselves into the hive, not unless they were covered in Xenomorph pheromones or…implanted themselves with chestbursters.

And that was exactly what the order did. It wasn’t the first time such a phenomenon was heard of, other cults having done what was a delayed gestation in which they could hold the parasite for a longer period. Not only were they able to blend in easier with the Xenomorphs, but they were able to live long enough to take victims of their own to aid in Xenomorph breeding.

Which led to the current position you found yourself in.

You had decided to step out of the base for just a moment, merely wanting to gather a sample of Xenomorph resin one of your crewmates mentioned to you earlier that day. It would be quick, even if it was from a distance from the base. But when you spotted what could have been some other person not a part of your crew and actually one of the cult members, your black out was no doubt quick.

It was uncertain just what the devotees did to knock you out, everything had happened too fast for you to process just how many of these people had even come to find you. There was an intense throbbing in your head the moment you finally awoke, that possibly a hint as to what they did. Your eyes initially shut tightly before they opened to a blurred sight in front of you, the darkness shrouding you not providing the slightest bit of help. However, there appeared to be a sufficient amount of illumination coming from the work lights you spotted strategically scattered around the area you found yourself in.

“Finally awake.” a man spoke to you, his voice somewhat familiar as you realized just how you were currently positioned him. “Didn’t think you’d wake up again. Not like that entirely matters.”

“This is one Kingston wants alive.” a different man stated while you lifted your head as best as you could, feeling as each man had an arm under yours to drag you behind them. Your boots dragged along the murky ground, leaving lines dunked into it before a noise caught your attention. But soon your boots were accompanied by those belonging to others, all in similar positions as you. The difference being that all of these people were already deceased.

“Where the hell am I?” you bared your teeth at the men who didn’t even bother to give you a response. However, your much needed answer seemed to come soon as you took in your surroundings.

Your eyes soon widened at the countless amount of corpses before you turned your head to the side: no matter where you looked, there were cadavers everywhere, and they were unfortunately accompanied by other bodies. These bodies, unlike them, were well and alive. Healthy and strong. Bloodthirsty.

“Don’t mind them, they’re just making sure something good was brought in.” The first man mocked reassurance, looking behind himself to smile in your direction before he returned his gaze to the front as more of these bodies appeared.

The bodies of Xenomorph, full fleshed out creatures who observed you from a distance. You could barely make up the shapes of their bodies, but you knew they were there: patiently waiting for some order. All around you you were able to hear hisses with slight shrieks mixed in every now and then, almost as if what resided in the darkness watched you and communicated. In all the time you investigated what went on with this cult, you would have never imagined such a number of Xenomorphs.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” the other member questioned as he gazed around the hive, practically grinning in awe at the fruits of the cult’s labor. “These beauties never cease to amaze me.

You made a face at his words before attempting to rip your arm away from him, but his grip on your suddenly grew tight and even somewhat painful.

“Nice try.”

A low groan rumbled in your throat at your poor attempt, allowing the men to continue dragging you. You didn’t want to give up just yet, but your only choice at the moment was to unfortunately go along with whatever these demented assholes had in store for you. Based on the bodies that the drones explored all over, it was already clear what they were planning to do with you.

Soon enough however, the men came to an abrupt stop that prompted you to look up at them. They stood still, frozen almost, merely staring up ahead of them before the reason came to mind. From in front of them you could already hear a specific kind of hiss that accompanied a trail of light yet still audible footsteps. A hiss was then heard, right before the footsteps came to your front where you were now being interrogated.

Before you stood a typical drone, a tad bit nosier than the rest of the hive who continued on with their business despite having caught sight of their new victim. The drone was nothing short from menacing as you watched it cock its head to the side to properly examine you. The situation became all the more appalling when the alien hunched its figure down to your face. Its silver teeth clenched in your face with a threatening hiss as it hovered mere inches from your nose, right before it dashed away from your location in an instant as if satisfied with what was brought in. A wave of relief overcame as you were spared for just a few moments longer, but as if one cue, a new kind of danger was presented soon after the Xenomorph’s departure.

“Took the two of you long enough.” you now heard a third voice before the men harshly dropped you to the ground, and you landed on your back before you looked up to see a new pair of legs. Their owner surveyed you with his aged and tired eyes, right before you were given a soft smile from the man. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

You realized who this man was, Joseph Kingston: the science officer who followed right behind Lincoln. He knew of you just as you knew about him, but this was the first time either of you had actually come face to face after numerous battles concerning your shared field. You were each a threat to each other, a fact both of you acknowledged.

Immediately, you made another attempt at escaping. You jumped to your feet as quickly as you could, shoving the lackeys away from you while racing through the resin covered hive. But in spite of that, your adrenaline-filled efforts soon came to an end when you skid to a stop the moment something jumped in front of you. You once again found yourself on your back, flinching at the sight of a new Xenomorph that pounced right in front of you.

You brought your hands up to your face to defend yourself from the creature that snarled rather loudly as it leaned down towards you. The alien opened its mouth to reveal its inner jaw, ready to strike you right through the head, but it retrieved its second mouth the moment a thunderous cry throughout the hive.

The Xenomorph momentarily turned its attention away from you, eventually returning it to give you one last hiss before scampering away along with some of the other drones who paid no mind to you. Many of these creatures ran by you and the trio of men who considered following them after hearing what you knew was the call from a higher-ranking Xenomorph, but they decided to stay in place when they were reminded of your presence.

“To the royal chamber.”

“The royal chamber?” one of the minions blinked at the scientist who broke the silence between you all, right after he and the other man made sure to restrain you yet again. “A-Are you sure?”

“You bastards! What the hell do you want from me!?” you yelled while attempting to kick your way out of their grasp. “Let me go!”

“I think our little scientist here is eager to learn more about our creations.” Kingston spoke before turning on his heel, having the men follow behind him as you continued to struggle again. Though, one of the men made sure to give you a good kick to the leg to ease you down. “I know how much you’ve researched my Xenomorphs, and I just think it’d be fun to give you some hands-on experience. Like a real science officer.

You winced at your newfound pain as you were dragged through the seemingly empty hive, giving a quiet moan before you finally came across another human. Not like that exactly mattered considering how it was just another one of these cultists who beamed at your presence.

“Tell Lincoln we’re taking this one to the royal chamber.”

“I think he’ll be very pleased to hear you’ve finally acquired the Demeter’s science officer.” the other member crooked her head at you, making sure to look your form up and down. So they had been wanting to get you for a while now…that Xenomorph resin your crewmate came across may have just been some kind of bait. “It’s invigorating to see that our mission is coming to full fruition.”

Before you could get any words out, the pair of men shoved and forced you as Kingston resumed his walking through the hive as if it were any ship. Although the scientist eventually did turn his attention back to you, grinning at you with complete pride.

“What are you planning Kingston?” you directed a glare his way, and you realized the enthusiasm he attempted to contain at your question. “What do you need me for?”

“Well you see, we don’t necessarily need you. Any body will do perfectly fine, but we thought it best that the body belong to the one person who’s been pointing out all of our weaknesses. It’s easier to produce more Xenomorphs when there isn’t some other scientist disrupting every one of me and Lincoln’s plans.” Kingston replied before returning his attention to the front.

“So you brought me all the way to your hive just to have one of your creatures kill me?” you spat out before receiving another shove from the men holding you. “That seems almost useless. My crew isn’t stupid enough to come crashing into a place like this just to get their science officer.”

“Your crew is a matter for a different time.” he stated, now standing before an entrance that he opened by dialing a code into the number pad. “We just need a fellow scientist to support our cause.”

“And what exactly is that?” you questioned, but you were soon interrupted by the familiar sounds of Xenomorphs hissing. This time around though, one of the Xenomorphs’ noises stood out from the rest who decided to remain hidden.

You felt the sudden need to hold your breath the moment a stomping was heard just outside the corridor you were currently in. Even the men with you couldn’t help but take a moment to themselves, their hands gripping you tighter as if to conceal the slight apprehension overcoming them. Although these guys were committed to their so-called cause, they were quite conspicuous with their terror: but weren’t most religious zealots the type to fear their own gods?

The stomping, although slow-moving proved to arrive fast, and the figure cast by their creator came soon, approaching from the deeper end of the hallway. It was clear that this silhouette was immense, belonging to something sizeable that eventually stepped into the light with one of its feet before the second followed. And after its legs came the torso and the rest of its body, displayed and almost glistening under the work lights that illuminated it.

“Holy shit,” you finally remembered to breathe, backing up in the only way you could before the men holding you gave in and followed your actions.

“Specimen number 7.” Kingston’s voice proudly declared before he stepped in front of you and the men. “I’m delighted that he’s decided to make an appearance.”

“He?”

“Yes, he.” he reiterated, standing tall in front of the Xenomorph who stopped in its tracks to look down at the scientist, no doubt immediately recognizing him as one of its own. “Number 7 is my finest creation, a male Praetorian who has taken charge of the hive after our queen’s unfortunate demise. Until we create her replacement, he has self-proclaimed himself the temporary leader. Nobody seemed to have any dispute against it.”

Kingston turned away from the Xenomorph along with the alien who made sure to flash its teeth to you; this was yet another one of its features that you quickly realized did not belong to the typical Praetorian. Putting aside the topic of its sex, this one lacked the metallic-colored teeth all Xenomorphs had. Its head crest, although not so different from the female royal guards', seemed to have its own quicks, perhaps even larger. And its color wasn’t the typical jet-black, but it instead had a midnight blue kind of black to it. While female Praetorians stood at at least 10 feet, this one was slightly shorter than that height; as if it even made a difference.

“What’s the point in making a male specimen when Xenomorphs have always been a female-based species?” you spat out before the alien took a step towards you, a successful attempt to intimidate you as Kingston chuckled at the sight. “How…how did you even tame it?”

“I didn’t tame Seven,” Kingston made sure to make the statement as the alien peered down at him, well aware of what the man spoke. “Considering how Xenomorphs went into extinction, save for the embryos we were able to salvage, we had to fill in certain gaps at times. This guard is somewhat of a hybrid, containing human DNA in his genetics to better bond with…me. All of us members of the order. And since the Xenomorph’s genetics have been altered and controlled by me, I was able to design a male. I’m sure you know how biology works.”

Kingston made sure to lean towards you after stepping away from the Xenomorph, giving you another one of his sinister smiles.

“Although hermaphroditic, we must ensure our Xenomorphs can reproduce with each other if another corporation or the government attempts to eradicate what we’ve worked so hard to make.” he disclosed before facing the alien one more time. “Now imagine the wonders Seven could perform if we were to give him a queen that won’t die out as easily as our last one. That poor girl…like most women, she just wasn’t the type to listen. Too resistant. Too many casualties thanks to her resistance.”

“You killed your own queen?”

“She belonged dead. This hive has no place for a queen that will turn the others against us.”Kingston posited in a much darker tone. “Which is where you come in.”

“W-What?”

“Killing you off is too simple, as is implanting a typical chestburster.” you watched the man step away from you and into the chamber meant for your end. The two men holding you intended on taking you inside with Kingston, but the Praetorian stepped once again to stop them in their tracks.

The Xenomorph hunched its towering form to take a better look at your face, giving some kind of a trill before it backed away from you.

“It seems, Seven approves of our choice.” you heard Kingston speak from the room. “Come inside.”

“No!” you exclaimed as you began to kick around again. “Let me go, you sick fucks! Let me go!”

The Praetorian watched as you were led to your doom, eventually making its way back into the corridor as you continued to shout for your release.

“I thought you’d be more ecstatic to indulge in this, seeing how much you enjoy studying our Xenos.” Kingston gave a small laugh as you saw him wearing thich gloves, these with the intention to hold a monstrosity smaller than the drones. In his hands he tightly held a facehugger, but not an ordinary one. “Seven and Lincoln are more than happy to have you as the royal host.”

“Get that thing away from me!”

“Shhh, you wouldn’t want to wake the baby.” he teased while drawing the alien closer to your face. “Here, no one can hear you scream.”

Horror filled your body at the sight of the royal facehugger that spread its webbed digits as it readied itself for your face. You struggled against the grip of the men who were careful enough to keep their heads away from yours, and this ultimately gave you your last chance.

Despite the men’s restraints having become somewhat loose, they restrained you tight enough to give you the right stability that allowed you to kick your leg forwards. In the adrenaline-filled moment, you were able to kick high enough to rip the chestburster out of Kingston’s hands, sending it flying across the room much to the men’s shock.

While the lackeys gasped dumbfounded at the flying facehugger, you ripped your arm out from one of them to give him a good elbow to the face. The man immediately dropped down as you proceeded to repeat your actions on the second man, sending him to his back while Kingston boiled with a newfound anger.

“You, good-for-nothing scoundrel!” he seethed from his spot before turning his attention to his men. “Get the facehugger! Ensure she’s alright!”

You looked around the area, considering escaping through the doorway like a sensible person would, but for a moment you considered that running through a hive full of xenomorph drones was not the wisest of choices. On the slick and damp ground, the royal facehugger seemed to notice you after the lackeys backed away so as to not get infested, and you reacted fast.

From your suit’s pocket you pulled out a screwdriver you always kept on your person, managing to strike the facehugger as it jumped in your direction.The screwdriver stabbed smack-down in the middle of its slit where its longer organ would have unveiled itself, and this singular stab was more than enough to have it fall limp much to Kingston’s dismay.

“No! No, no, no!” he cried out, the calm demeanor from before having completely disappeared as he was filled with an intense fury.

Not wanting to deal with him any longer, you scurried out of the doorway despite not knowing what your next plan of action was. All you could do was run, run as fast and quietly as your body allowed you to.

All around you you once again heard the Xenomorphs communicate amongst you while Kingston yelled from behind, even going as far as calling out to his pet. Realizing the danger this posed, you ran into a nearby chamber you hoped they would not suspect.

You weren’t sure just how you managed to hide yourself as well as you did, but it seemed to be effective with the way in which the Xenomorph drones avoided the room you were in. Perhaps in the process of creating these creatures, they unintentionally made them less functional than their natural counterparts. No matter, you took the opportunity to make yourself at home deeper in the chamber as you realized it wasn’t a den but…more of a storage room. It really was shocking to see how much these Xenomorphs allowed the cult to integrate themselves within the hive.

Turning away from the open entrance, you took notice of the resin-covered furniture inside the room that seemed to keep items of importance inside. This room in particular seemed to be a bit more secluded, perhaps another reason for the drones not bothering to come.

You immediately began to look through the drawers and cabinets, unfortunately not finding very much other than some work tools, desk supplies and containers. Honestly, the best you could work with were the tools which even then were useless against Xenomorphs, the most you could defend yourself from were face huggers. Supplies like pens and clipboards weren’t going to do much either, and these containers…

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the jars, actually piquing your interest to see what was behind the cylinder glass. You rotated the canister in every possible angle to figure out its contents, and you were finally able to find a label with what you knew was Kingston’s handwriting.

“Royal jelly,” you mumbled, a sudden realization hitting you. “Holy shit.”

Somehow, someway…this was going to be your leverage against the cult members, at least them. At least against Kingston, for you knew the value this substance held. And it didn’t surprise you that most of the room was filled with these cylinders, which were immediately pulled out by you and dropped to the ground before you took a maintenance jack from the drawers to smash the glass.

Royal jelly was the key ingredient used when producing Xeno-Zip, a powerful drug that could enhance one’s body while tearing apart their mind. And if the order was in possession of such quantities, no doubt having collected it from their latest queen, you knew they weren’t going to use it to make drugs. Their intentions were clearly to enhance their creations’ performance, or even ingest it raw themselves. Hell, they might have already done that considering how long some of these members survived with a chestburster residing in their bodies.

You then proceeded to smash another one of the containers, and you continued to do so until there were less than ten left. One would consider the destruction a waste of time, but you knew it was needed to prevent more of this cult’s progression as well as be ready when somebody eventually found you.

And that they did soon enough, for while you attempted to destroy another one of the containers, you heard a familiar thundering of footsteps as a hand grasped onto your wrist.

“Don’t you dare!” came Kingston’s voice before he threw you to the side, enraged at your actions from the moment you kicked his facehugger. “You bastard! Hellion! Do you realize what you’re doing!?”

“Of course I do!” you recovered quickly before reaching out to a nearby cylinder, but the man dared to step on your open hand as harshly as he could which caused you to cry out in pain. Before he had any time to react, you took a pen from your suit’s pocket to stab him right in the leg.

Now it was his turn to wail, falling onto his bottom before his creation from before appeared in the doorway with a full-blown roar. Perhaps the Praetorian didn’t care much for the jelly like Kingston and his members did, but you still took the opportunity to take what you could of the containers despite your aching hand.

“Let me get out! Or I’ll break what’s left of these!” you threatened while holding one of the jars above your head.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Let. Me. Out.”

Kingston could only glare at you from the ground as his alien awaited an order from behind him, snarling while drool dripped from its teeth.

“Seven,” he began before groaning at the pain your pen in his leg caused, soon pulling the item from him to spew out a mixture of blood and ink. “I believe it’s about time we terminate the science officer.”

Your eyes widened at his words, somehow appalled by his command. So before the Xenomorph could properly process the doctor, you launched the jar in your hand at its head. And soon enough, you watched as it stood in place, practically seething like the doctor was earlier.

That…that honestly may not have been the smartest choice.

“You-!” Kingston began once again, but he was interrupted by the sound of his alien roaring yet again.

Instinctively, you threw another jar at the Xenomoprh before it exploded just like the last one, coating its head crest in the fluids while some dripped down its face. You hurled another one, astonished when the Xenomorph skillfully moved its head to avoid this attack which caused you to drop the other containers from your arms, ignoring the anguished scream from Kingston.

With nothing else able to save you from the Xenomorph’s clutches, you backed up as far as you could, until your boot came into contact with some of the jelly from a jar you had previously broken. In an instant, you slipped and found yourself on the ground near the man who attempted to crawl at you while your heard screeches from outside the chamber. The room was soon filled with drones who stood by the Praetorian, awaiting any form of instruction as they watched you and the man struggle.

“You…you ruined EVERYTHING!” Kingston yelled before throwing himself at you, and you immediately attempted to wrestle him off while all the Xenomorphs watched.”Seven! Kill! Terminate! End it!”

Kingston had gone mad to the point of trying to clench at your throat with his bloody hands, waiting for the aliens to help him out in finishing you off. But he and you soon came to realize none of them bothered to move an inch, not until the Praetorian gave the order. An order that never came.

Instead, while still fighting off Kingston, you noticed as the alien grit its teeth with a growl before turning to the drones. A command was soon given. And it was not the command Kingston desired.

“What are you doing!?” he shouted at the Xenomorph who roared and trilled before the drones began to step backwards. They were quite hesitant about it, but they listened to the Praetorian before turning and jumping on all fours, soon scurrying away to leave the three of you alone. “Seven! What the hell are you doing!?”

The Praetorian now made its way to you and Kingston who paused his actions, turning to look at the alien who leaned down with a shriek.

You covered your ears at the volume before the Xenomorph finally grit its fangs again, no doubt having given Kingston a warning.

“Seven! Why-?”

Once again, the Praetorian gave a roar as well as stomp of its foot. It wanted you alone. Oh shit. You were pretty sure at this point the alien found every single one of your actions personal and was not going to allow Kingston to finish you off.

The alien warned Kingston with one last threatening stomp, and the message finally seemed to get through to the man’s thick skull.

You felt Kingston release you before crawling off of your body, his eyes never tearing away from the Xenomorph who made sure to give a hiss.

The man shot you one last glare before he too raced out of the room. The bastard was smart enough to make sure to shut the door with a code, as if you had any form of escape against a monster such as this one.

Once again, you backed away as fast as your hands allowed you while you slid across the scattered royal jelly. The alien observed you as you managed to get up onto your feet, trembling while reaching out to the countertops where you tried to find some kind of a tool you knew would do nothing to the Xenomorph. It turned away for a moment to examine the chamber, its attention on the jelly staining the ground.

Your hands found a wrench that you instantly brought up and held in front of you, ignoring the intense shaking from your hands. The Praetorian immediately snapped its head in your direction, at least as fast as its large head crest would allow. Its maw practically pointed at your form, tightly clenching the teeth inside as an audible hiss sounded from behind the row of fangs. Although the alien lacked any discernible eyes and brow bones to distinguish any sort of expression, it was apparent the way in which it peered at you.

It used one of its claws to swing at the wrench you held, and your weapon soon went flying to the side where you dashed to. But the alien followed with a roar, forcing you to face it once again.

Your much smaller form shook at the sight of it, clearly now its center of attention while you cautiously attempted to step away from the alien. However, you soon enough found it making its way towards you, every step it took having a detectable stomp come with it. Every step it took sounded with obvious suspicion as it titled its head to the side, never ceasing its scanning of your shape.

You continued your backing up, your hands eventually finding their palms against the mucky surface of the hive’s walls. Ignoring the slimy sensation, you soon pressed your back against the wall before your head followed suit. But you then turned your head to the right, eyeing the Xenomorph with a side eye. A slight whimper tried escaping your lips, managing to cause a rumble in your throat as your eye found the alien muh closer than before.

The Praetorian’s mouth released a breathy growl as you immediately looked away from it, shutting your eyes the moment you felt the cold from its body practically radiate on your skin. At this point you learned the bigger a Xeno was, the colder their clammy body would be.

Tightly shutting your lips prompted your nose to breathe intensely, this almost alluring the alien further as it brought its face close to your cheek.

Its breaths were felt against your skin, these somehow warmer than the rest of the creature who took notice of your own heat. Its maw finally pressed against your skin, olfactory senses sniffing you out before you felt a thick substance fall on your head until it slid down to your face.

Finally you opened your eyes, watching the Xenomorph continue to examine your face. While you realized what was on you was the jelly from before. The alien’s jaw smeared it all over your cheek with every sniff it gave you, more of the jelly dripping from its head every now and then.

Praetorians like any other Xenomorph possessed inner jaws, but this one…it was even cleared that it was not a naturally born specimen based on what came from inside its mouth. From in between its teeth slithered out a tongue, warm and slick as it licked the juices off of your cheek ever so delicately. It took a moment as it retrieved its tongue, tasting the jelly on its organ before its throat rumbled with some kind of snarl.

You took the chance to turn your head towards the Praetorian, surveying the alien’s features before it also stared down at you head on. You caught sight of a drooling that fell from its teeth, pooling beside your boots as you found a way to press yourself further into the wall behind you while the Xenomorph pressed its mouth against your face once again. Its minacious claws were brought up to your sides, and you winced at the touch before the alien snapped its teeth at you. Yet again you stood still while the creature appeared to have relaxed, resuming its actions as it snaked its enormous claws behind your body. You felt yourself being pulled away from the wall in an almost tender way, your body nearly pressed against the Xenomorph’s hunched one as your arms disconnected from the wall as well.

It craned its head at you once again, giving a coo-like trill while you held your arms close to your chest so as to not touch the alien in any way. However, this prompted the Xeno to finally hold you close against it, almost as if it wanted to feel the rapid beating of your poor heart against its mesoskeleton. Once again it let its tongue slither out, licking the features of your skin as you gave a wince and shut your eyes for just a moment.

The moment it stopped with its actions, you gave it one more look. It gave you another trill, awaiting any kind of reaction from you with anticipation. For some strange, enticing reason…you felt compelled to bring one of your hands away from your body, hesitantly lifting it before deciding to cautiously place it on top of the Xeno’s head.

You ran your fingers over the smooth surface of the alien’s head before finally reaching the more ribbed parts of its crest, hearing a purr-like sound coming from its throat. And somehow, you felt a smile creep up onto your lips as you admired the Xenomorph’s newfound amiability while a euphoric sensation overcame you.

Your fingers found some of the jelly that still stained the alien’s head, and you retrieved your hand to properly study it as it coated most of your palm. Before you could look any further though, the Xenomorph’s tongue instantly licked it clean off of your hand. The second it finished doing that, you felt the alien begin to nuzzle against your face as more pleased trills escaped it.

Royal jelly was a crucial substance to Xenomorphs, but it made you wonder just what kind of effects it had on man-made ones who were also depicted with a more male design. The jelly was a substance used to make Praetorians from drones, and Queens from Praetorians, lest the Queen chose to simply strengthen her royal guards. From what you had heard, the Xenomorphs were usually affected in seconds, and this Praetorian did not seem to have changed in one bit. Perhaps that was because of its male sex.

Meanwhile, the effect it had on humans…

Whilst you were deep in thought, the Praetorian stood erect to its full height the second it detected some kind of sound outside of the chamber you were in. You snapped out of the wonder and daze you momentarily felt, remembering just how tall the alien was compared to you.

From outside the area your ears caught the sounds of gunshots, yells, and even a sudden explosion. It was so instant that it made you snap back to your senses, but not enough to have you back away from the Praetorian who actually released you that very moment.

The alien whipped around as fast it could while being careful to avoid you with its tail, instead bringing it to its front as it snarled at the locked door that concealed the both of you. It sensed intruders in the hive, able to tell that its drones and the cult members were no doubt under attack. But by what?

Almost as if on cue, that question was answered when a boom practically pounded on the door, shaking it enough for it to create a clear dent in the thick metal.

“Again!”

Another boom sounded before a large hole bursted through the door. This prompted the Praetorian to roar at the presence of the intruders who blasted at the door one last time, finally bringing it down before a group of men stepped in.

Marine corps! You honestly couldn’t believe it.

“Doctor! We’re here for you!” the leader of the group announced before a second man stepped in front of him. “Cover your ears!”

You immediately did as instructed, cowering down the instant you noticed the Praetorian rush at the marines. At that moment, a horrendously loud boom was heard in the chamber. However, considering the weapon’s design, the sound was specifically transmitted as a directional beam shot specifically at the Xenomorph who gave a shriek the second the sound hit it.

“Doctor, this way!” the first man motioned towards him, ignoring the completely disabled Xenomorph who seemed to writhe in pain. You couldn’t help but give it one last glance before the man called to your attention again. “Doctor!”

Turning away from the Praetorian, you hurried towards the man whose hand you accepted in that moment. However, you decided to spare the alien one last glance, watching as it slightly recovered enough to lock gaze with you. You paused, watching as the Xenomorph reached a claw out to you, right before it was hit with another ultrasound beam that prevented it from standing up.

“Doctor, let’s go!” the leader of the troop yelled before turning to his marines. “Make sure that thing stays down, don’t waste ammo on it! We’ll come back to kill it some other time!”

“Did my crew send for you!?”

“That they did! Sergeant Newton at your service doc.” the man spoke as he led you through the hive’s corridors you had found yourself in earlier. “We found you with that tracker of yours, made navigating this shithole easier.”

“I’m glad.” you responded as the man held you close when your running was momentarily stopped to avoid incoming drones. It was at this moment that you took notice of the new corpses that adorned the hive, corpses belonging to the cult members that had not appeared to you before. “You killed them!?”

“Unfortunately had to, they fired first and were commanding the Xenos to attack us. I don’t understand these crazy bastards.” Newton claimed before he resumed his running and gingerly pulled you along. “That seemed to confuse the Xenos for some moments, they can’t work without someone telling them what to do. Which brings me to ask, what was that Praetorian doing with you?”

“I-I don’t-” you began to stutter, but your words were interrupted by a sudden roar that was followed by shrieks that were clearly replies. “The Praetorian! It’s telling them what to do!”

The corridor you and the sergeant were in soon ended as the two of you found yourselves in the openness of the main hive room, the walls filled with crawling drones who had a sole purpose. Thankfully though, the sergeant’s troop soon accompanied him with the necessary weaponry that kept many of the aliens away.

“You won’t be able to take them all! We need to get out!”

“On it.” Newton replied before giving the order to the marines who began to let loose on the Xenomorphs, nobody exactly noticing that their sole purpose…involved you. Nobody except the sergeant who realized that the aliens only attacked those guarding you when they protectively surrounded you. “Keep them at bay, I’ll take the doctor to safety!”

You heard the man’s words in between the sounds of gunfire and turrets shooting continuous flames at the aliens, and you didn’t spare a moment in following Newton when he began to escort you to where he knew the exit was nearby.

“Doctor, go!” he shouted once the Xenomorphs turned their attention to your form, ignoring the troop who immediately grew confused. It was then that you realized why he directed you to leave without him: the Praetorian was already making its way through the hive’s remains, fully intending on getting you.

“Go, go, go!”

Without looking back, you ran through the wet floor of the hive as you felt Xenomorphs quickly approaching you. Praetorians never left the hive, they were the queen’s guards, so all you had to do was reach that damn exit. And that your eyes found soon enough, a light at the end of a tunnel where you heard voices shout at you.

The beating of your heart pounded against your chest and even rang in your ears as you felt yourself running out of breath, having to catch yourself from falling every now and then. At the same time, you could hear the trills and screeches and roars from the Xenomorphs not too far behind, the pounding of the Praetorian’s feet so close.

One last time did you look behind you, watching as the alien reached out to you before you felt yourself be tugged out of the cave. The screeching of aliens sounded right after flames shot out at the hive, forcing them all to retreat behind the Praetorian who you could tell was considering escaping running through the fire.

But the troops that now guarded you did not allow it, firing their weapons while one of the marines stole you away from the hive. You heard the alien screech at your absence while its drones returned to the hive, no doubt to rid of the troop still inside, and as you were taken away…the world suddenly grew quiet as you no longer paid any mind to the hive.

#xenomorph x reader #xenomorph #alien #aliens #alien vs predator #this xeno is specifically movie based but i'll still mark it as this for future stuff:#dbd xenomorph #specimen seven

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multific · 2 years

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Protective

Wolf x Reader

Summary: Yautja was a proud kind, always taking care of their own, and your Yautja took special care of you while you carried his little one.

Wolf came back from Earth as a true warrior with the best reward, you.

You came into his life while you tried to run away from the Xenomorph and killed one, he was impressed by your skills, so after killing the cause of all of this, he took you with him.

You had no idea what was going on. It was clear his kind was very different. But how can a killer, a hunter as brutal as him be so kind to you?

It was difficult to understand. But that is just how this was, difficult and confusing.

The Yautja whom you named Wolf, was your true protector and even if your relationship with him was not something many could understand, you didn’t care.

You cared and loved him.

He was the first ever to truly show you kindness. And even if his love language was very different from humans, you didn’t even realize at first what he was doing. Giving you bones? Why?

But then you saw the same gesture among a Yautja male and female and soon the female was round with a young one, so then, you understood.

But Wolf didn’t only want you for a child, no he wanted all of you. He wanted you to be his wife, his mate.

His.

You didn’t even know what that meant.

But as he placed his forehead against yours, which was a sign of a kiss in their language, you let out a sigh.

He was about to leave on another mission, from which he might not return. You wanted him to stay, to not leave you but you also knew he had to, so you placed a kiss in between his eyes as he clicked his mandibles, his hands running down your sides, you knew, he will be back.

He has to.

He can’t just kidnap you from your planet, bring you to his, make you fall in love with him and then just leave.

He was gone for a week. An entire week without him, you tried and spend time with his tribe but they mainly ignored you.

You felt alone.

But after the long and agonizing week, he was finally back.

You nearly jumped off a cliff how happy you were. He was finally back.

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Not long after his return, you got pregnant.

You were standing on the balcony, enjoying the morning breeze when he joined you, hands on your stomach, he knew before you did.

When you realized that you were carrying his little one, you felt a bit scared. Since you were pregnant with an alien species, who knows what could possibly happen to you?

But you had Wolf which was a relief. He brought home one day someone, a healer of some kind as he examined you. You didn’t understand a word they were saying but you knew he was telling good news, based off of Wolf’s reactions.

His body language was the only thing you could read.

He was happy, you could tell. But it was as if his protective nature turned from 90% to 1000%. He watched everyone and everything that was close to you, making sure that if they laid a wrong finger on you, he would kill them in an instant. His kind was understanding, they knew you are fragile, more so than a female yautja was so, they also tried and keep you as safe as they possibly could.

But Wolf took the cake in protectiveness.

He didn’t let you out of his sight for one moment. He held you close during nights, preventing you from leaving. But as your stomach grew, you started to feel more and more uncomfortable.

The furs on the bed seemed rough under your skin, his reptile-like skin felt like sandpaper, and he could tell you were suffering.

He saw it on your face as you laid on your bed, trying your best to sleep even just a little as your baby wasn’t letting you sleep.

Wolf tried to calm his child. placing his hand on your bump, he watched as your eyes opened, you tried to pull back, away from his touch but he kept you in place.

His closeness seemed to calm the little one as you felt them quiet down.

Wolf moved behind you as you laid on your side, hand on your belly as he placed his arms around you, pulling you close with his head in the middle of your back. This position did help as you finally fell asleep.

Your stomach grew with each day and you felt ready to give birth. The final could days were the worst.

You were too tired to move but too restless to sit in one position for long, you didn’t want to sleep, yet you were sleepy.

And neither Wolf nor you could do anything about it.

Wolf tried, pulled you to him, tried to calm you, rubbing your back but nothing worked really.

He even walked you to a small lake, trying to keep you cool in the hot weather. You felt really good in the water.

Your body felt weightless, your skin felt amazing as you slowly swam around. Wolf make sure no one was watching from the trees or tried to hurt you in the water.

And after many months, you were ready to give birth. You were still scared but from how many yautja were around you, you knew you were in good hands.

And after a painful birth, you were finally able to hold your little one. A little boy, whom you knew had no use in a human name.

He was yours. Yours and Wolf’s little love child. And he was beautiful. While was human, his alien features were clear.

He would grow up to be a strong and great hunter, you just knew it.

You held him, close to your chest as you looked at Wolf who watched you closely.

You had a feeling that if he was protective during your pregnancy he would be the same if not worse now that your little bundle of joy was here. You offered him a smile before handing him your son.

You heard him talk and click, you knew they were bonding, and the scene was something you have never seen or expected to see.

But it was adorable.

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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Yautja x human reader

Reader is really good with the pups (Yautja babies/ children) of Yautja prim, there soft but still hold there own. It’s not uncommon for at least 2 older ones ( to a human a 6 yer old) and a baby or 2 that you carry or they hold onto you. So when a rouge Xenomorphs comes onto the planet your s/o and the other yautja see what happens when someone messes with your little buddy’s.

An example how Linda from mitchell vs the machines when she sees them take her son, so instead of “I am Linda Mitchell, mother of 2, LOOK UPON ME WITH FEAR!!! I was thinking of it being

“ i am little blade, protector of children LOOK UPON ME WITH FEAR!!!

And after the mothers are even more willing to let the pups be around them. And when alone a vary existed s/o

Y/n pupsitter kicks xeno ass

*wheezes* I’ve done it!! Hahahaha!!!! This was super fun to write!! thank you for the request 😊

The transition to Yautja living was not an easy one. You had lost many day to day common conveniences humans take for granted. The supermarket for instance, fast food, video games, Spotify, etc. Since you were too weak to hunt or traverse yautja prime by yourself, they stick you with babysitting duty.

The mothers of the village were busy working hard along with the males. Children often run amuck due to ill supervision, bothering the adults as they kept the clan going. So why not stick the pathetic ooman with the rambunctious pups? At the very least it would be entertaining.

To say they had no faith in you was an understatement. Some didn’t want their pups near you, so you had a modest five pups to take care of. Two were children, the other two were toddlers, and the youngest was a baby. The toddlers and baby didn’t have a problem with you, they stuck to you like glue. They loved you and would hang onto you like little monkeys. The children however disliked you, parent-taught racism had already polluted their minds. It was difficult to watch them, but you managed.

You now walk through the woods next to the village. The pups were rather rowdy today and kept antagonizing the newly blooded. Teens and younglings don’t mix. You cradled the baby in one arm and held a toddler on your hip. A little clawed hand held onto your pant leg as you walked. The two kids ran up ahead. One of them picked up a stick and hit his brother in the face. In retaliation, his twin ripped a rather large branch off of the closest tree. He swung for his siblings legs, effectively putting him on his back.

“bpi-de h'ka-se!” You shouted.

They began laughing and ignored your warning. The bigger twin tackles his brother into the bushes. You shake your head and sigh. You hear them roaring and playing with each other, then the sound of them screaming raises your head in a flash. They stumbled out of the foliage.

“kiande amedha! kiande amedha!!” They screamed frantically.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. They had to be joking, it was a prank, a very bad prank. But to your dismay it was no prank. A xenomorph crawled out of the shadows and snarled. The toddlers started crying, it’s attention shifting to you. The twins ran into your legs and grabbed onto you desperately. The xeno began stalking towards you.

“Fuck!!” You yell and pick up the pups.

Now holding five heavy pups, you begin to run in the direction of camp.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” You frantically chant trying to calm the crying children.

Then something hard and cold wraps around your legs. You land on your back to break the pups' fall. Looking down you see the xenos tail holding you tight. It picks you up, the children falling out of your arms, and throws you aside. Your back hits into a tree and you scream out in pain.

You shakily look up and see the beast approaching the crying children. Then something in you snapped. You were filled with one thing, pure rage. You stand to your feet with a groan, the xeno looking in your direction. You grab the nearest branch and charge at the evil incarnate. It rushes towards you and opens its mouth.

You use the stick to stop it from clamping down its jaw and reach into its mouth. With the help of your adrenaline boosted strength rip out its tiny mouth. It makes a shrill cry but before it had the chance to attack back, you shoved the stick down its throat. It gargled on its blood for a moment then fell over dead.

You look at the children but don’t only see them. Instead you see almost the entire village watching with wide eyes of disbelief. The scrawny twin held the baby and the toddlers by the bigger twin, they set the kids down and uncharacteristically run towards you.

“Ooman nan'ku!!” They yelled in unison and hugged your leg.

You shakily kneel down and go to pat their heads reassuringly but stop yourself. You look at your hand, it’s burned. Your adrenaline subsided and the pain hit you hard. You started to feel light headed and before you could process it you were falling over. Your mate rushes forward and catches you.

“My little sain’ja..” He proudly cooed to you and carried you bridal style.

The clan made way for you as your mate carried you back to the camp.

After a month of recovery you returned to the pups. Now, many more in your care. It seems you’ve impressed the mothers that didn’t trust you before. And the ones who did, trusted you even more with their younglings. The clan treated you with a new respect, even the elites and elders.

Word key:

bpi-de h'ka-se = end now

kiande amedha = hard meat/xenomorph

Ooman nan'ku = human alive

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #yautja #predator #predator x reader #yautja x reader

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deathsgl4mor · 28 days

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Yautja x F!Reader

Meetings and Greetings

CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, Gore, Kidnapping

SUMMARY: Male Yautja (Ahn'tyi) breaks into [reader]s house for security//safety, attacks a Xenomorph and takes [reader] after taking a liking to them.

The Yautja's footsteps thud down the hall of the broken home, searching for a safe room that would be secure of any other view,

only to be cut off with a great enemy. A Xenomorph. It draws its blade, only to be knocked out of its grasp. Losing it. The Xenomorph pounces once more, keeping the Yautja on the ground.

Then, a person emerges, [reader]. She backs up, fear overwhelming her instantly. What the hell was that?

"What the hell?!" She shouts, backing into a closet looking room, the door wide open and giving light to her form. It was the middle of the night so she was in a pair of p.j's. Shorts and a t shirt.

The weird male alien-like creature that was originally pinned, takes another swipe of a different blade and easily removed the head of the xenomorph, stabbing it extra times to be sure it had died. It then stands, stalking towards you. It's head tilts to the side, as if questioning your being. "W-What are you..." She mutters, stepping back but only to be followed with its own.

It decides against any introduction or speech, glancing down to analyze your body.

"Answer me." She tries again but it seems to agitate the thing with the used attitude. Suddenly, everything goes black. It hits her upside the head with its elbow, knocking her out.

You soon wake up in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable spacing. A cage. Yet you felt oddly still, as if in a room but it was far from such.

The thing that had knocked you out comes into the room from a white door that slid silently open.

It kneels before your cage, going over your features once more. "Please, answer my questions..." You tried pleading, and it surprisingly worked.

It lifts its arm, typing something into a weird device. A translator.

"I am Ahn'thun. I'm not going to harm you."

You successfully confirm its name. But you were hit with a wave of curiosity. What in the world was this?

"What are you, though...?" You mutter, trying to reach through a gap in the cage but it pushes your hand back in gently. It types again.

"I am a Yautja. One of the male warriors." Male. It seemed to know your biggest question there.... or... he– knew the biggest question.

"O..oh... I'm [y-n]." You stumble out, feeling embarrassed for stuttering so much.

He didn't care.

All you were to know is that you were stuck here. Stuck with this "yautja". This rather... attractive yautja.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! Part 2 will consist of a longer version and smut, but is of strong importance to this three part story.

#predator x reader #yautja x reader #oneshot #x reader #predator #yautja #part 1

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yautjalover · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the Yautja who don’t hunt and keep society running. I ended up writing this short female reader x male Yautja. I hope you enjoy it.

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Mating a Farmer Yautja 🪴🌾

Being the only human aboard a Yautja clan-ship was stressful. You had been taken for amusement from the small colony you lived in when you were the sole survivor of a Xenomorph infestation. There were many giant aliens all around you, watching with their predatory gazes, never giving you a minute of solace. It wasn’t until one day that you accidentally walked into a room full of plants that you found your happy place.

The ship had its very own farm in a large space in the center. It was wide and rectangular with every spare inch covered with vertical columns where alien plants grew in. Long basins lined the walls, teeming with many colorful flowering plants that had varying smells that were new to your senses.

Some of the flora were exotic, spicy, sweet, and even ones that smelled bitter. The ones with blue flowers smelled like a spicy mint while the yellow tulip-like ones smelled sweet. As a farmer and botanist yourself, that having been your job on the colony, were excited to learn as much as you could about this alien farm. There was even actual dirt in various parts of the floor where short metal strips kept it in.

The dirt was earthy and damp beneath your fingers. It was dark in color but smelled like home.

Back on the colony the farm you tended relaxed your nerves and helped bring an inner peace that nothing else could. So, of course, you visited this room often to escape the stares of the aliens. Here there were only the plants and a plant couldn’t openly stare at you like you were a freak.

It was one fateful day that your peace was shattered when one of the Yautja walked in carrying a metal container. You stayed hidden in a corner behind a pillar watching the alien pull various items from the box.

They were huge like all of the others, their dreadlock tendrils falling a little past their clavicles. Their hide was a rich muddy brown with lighter mottling of green. Like the other Yautja, this one wore a loincloth but this one’s a green that contrasted nicely with their coloring. Compared to the others, this one was appealing in a way.

You watched as they quickly got to work tending the many plants in the room, watering each one when completed with a hose they procured from the wall, the long black tube never-ending. At some point they came to the pillar that was your hiding space, prompting you to try to make your escape before they noticed you.

It was, however, in vain.

They blocked your route of escape and stood there with an arched brow, their head cocked to the side slightly. Eyes as yellow as a Buttercup peered down at you with curiosity.

“S-sorry. I just needed t-to get some peace. I’ll…umm…get out of your hair.” You mumbled, keeping your head down in submission to avoid their eyes. You steeled yourself for the coming anger but it never did. There wasn’t even a single growl.

“Plants peaceful. Ooman stay. Other Yautja thinks ooman annoying.” They struggled with the pronunciation, a large hand coming to pat your shoulder gently before they got back to work.

You smiled as you watched them pull weeds out of a bed of a big leafy green plant, their claws manipulating the soil.

They continually came back every other day. This was their job, they said. They were a farmer and must tend the plants to keep the clan fed. They taught you some basics when you one day asked to help, sharing that, you too, were a farmer back on your colony. You both bonded over your shared love for plants, teaching each other about techniques you liked to use.

Eventually it came to receiving small gifts from your farmer Yautja. Instead of skulls, like you had come to see was traditional, you found different sorts of flowers left on your cot.

You slept in a small room meant for a child, so anyone could access it, including your Yautja friend.

After so many gifts, you decided to give your own. It had taken a lot to get over the fact that they were the same species that had kidnapped you and that they were an alien interested in wanting something more with you. When it finally did click that you wanted something more, too, you left them a bountiful bouquet of Earth flowers you had grown in your room. You had luckily found the seeds somewhere in a storage bin and decided that this was how you would accept them as your mate.

It was late one evening when you were enjoying the quiet of the plants when your Yautja strolled in, your gift in hand. Their yellow eyes found you in your usual corner and dropped to their knees.

“Mate?” They asked, their head cocking to the side.

You smiled, a blush coloring your cheeks, “Mate.”

Something darkened in your now-mate’s eyes before they threw you over their shoulder and carried you to another secluded corner. There they claimed your body as theirs, your bodies joining at last, surrounded by the flowers and sprouting veggies.

#yautja #predator #avp #yautjalover #fanfic #monster romance #interspecies romance #fluff #teratophillia #farmer Yautja #we are farmers bum ba bum #not farmers insurance #farmer #plant lovers #pots before hoes #seeds before weeds #yautja x human #my wrtitng

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geminimoonbeamx · 2 years

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Reality Bites: Dazed & Confused (2/6)

A/N: I lived bitch. Whatever I got, was so bogus. I seriously thought I was going to perish. Anyway, thanks for being doll babies and wishing me well and waiting for this chapter. Love you guys! Also, if you want to read the companion to this story, stop by @allaboardthereadingrailroad page and catch up with Bean and Billy!

Warnings: Strong language. Smut, Oral- both male and female receiving, general teenage girl dread. Body shaming(fuck you Billy) Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized Reader

Summary: You’ve never gotten head. Steve’s dead set on changing that fact.

Chapter Two: He’s a Magic Man

Present Day

Oh no,

It’s your first thought, as soon as your eyes open. The early morning sunshine pouring in through the window, you'd forgotten to pull the blinds, and it illuminates the room with bright unforgiving light.

The sins from the previous night are lit up, undeniable in your bed.

Your bed, which is usually your happy place, your impenetrable fortress- has been penetrated.

Or maybe that was just you?

The culprit lies next to you, tangled in your strawberry print sheets. Snoring like he needs a C-Pap, you’ve never seen Steve look so disheveled. His hair is everywhere, fanned out against the pillow he rests on. Bowie, your fourteen-pound cat, is perched on his chest purring away.

It all feels very twilight zone, so domestic you can't wrap your head around it.

Ugh.

This is why you said no sleepovers.

Earlier

The mid-summer, Indianan heat is going to kill you, you’d spent eighteen rotations around the sun with that exact same thought.

Stifling and humid, the weathers unbearable.

Being outside would usually be a hard no, anything without air conditioning out of the question. But you promised to hang out with Heather.

Unfortunately.

It’s not like you don’t love your friend, because you do. It’s just that…Heathers always been high maintenance.

And she's been on your ass, upset about you missing the pool party a couple of weekends ago “It was so much fun, Y/N! I can't believe you missed it!”

That Saturday, you’d had a lot of fun of your own.

The night with Steve was still heavy on your mind. You’d deny it but it was. Always. A never-ending loop.

As an offering to your decade long friendship, you’d agreed to go get manicures. You’d have to grab her because in usual Heather fashion, she’d totaled another car.

Someone needed to take her license away, Hopper I’m looking at you.

Instead, she’d keep replacing vehicles. Number four’s lease already being drawn.

You might want to not throw stones, glass houses and all that. You’d just gotten the dent in your hood repaired.

“What did you hit? A cow?” The mechanic had drawled as he looked over the Jeep, frowning, confused at the damage. The dent is deep, your front grills are partially fucked, and the right headlight on its last leg.

“A dog” its unsure, you can hear it.

“You’re telling me a dog did this? No way- whatever did this had to be at least eighty-ninety pounds. At least”

What are you supposed to say? It was an alien, or maybe an unknown species that crawled out of the forest. A xenomorph?

All of it sounded insane, you sounded insane.

It was a fucking dog.

You crank the volume, Heart blaring from your speakers, loud enough to drown out your thoughts.

You're humming along to Magic Man as you pull into the lot of Hawkins Community Pool.

It’s the only place that seems to still be in business since the Mall opened, the entire rest town some haunted set of an Old Western.

Ew. Death. You're melting. You're nosferatu.

You're dramatic, Bean would tell you.

Does tell you often.

She's at work, your days off not aligning this week and its a bummer. You wonder if she's close to throttling anyone. Probably. Either that or her heads buried in another book about aliens or alternate universes or whatever. You hope it’s the former honestly.

She should be thinking about not killing coustimers. Or even better, she should be thinking about how to seduce Billy.

Listen, it's far from ideal.

Out of the entire town(and the surrounding ones that conjugate at the mall) she had to pick him.

You get it, in that he's hot. Obviously. You have eyes.

But he’s a fucking slime ball, a sleazy trailer park asshole from California, and as you walk through the front gates of the pool- your point is proven

There he is, Billy Hargrove. Sat atop the tall lifeguard. Being a douche.

He doesn't have to open his mouth, it's all in his narrow icy eyes. He always looks like he’s glaring.

You’d usually chalk that up to the intense sunshine, but nah. That's just him.

From beneath your big, round, tortoise shell sunglasses you watch the scene before you. The pool is chaos; artificially crystal blue and chalk full of squirming bodies. It’s loud full of screams of joy and splashes. Fun. A literal germ filled cesspool, but fun.

You follow a squealing water winged toddler make a beeline towards the lounge chairs with your eyes

It’s a rainbow of Tankinies. Of high cut one pieces and tacky visors, all colors and patterns converged into one big eyesore.

Ah, the moms.

You can recognize a few of them; Mrs. Marsh and her literal herd of kids. Miss Loudermilk, who yeah, she deserves that last name. And Mrs. Wheeler, mother to none other than Mike and Nancy.

Ew.

Double ew for the way she's staring at Billy, the way they all are. When he blows his whistle it looks like they're all going to blow their tops.

“Isn't it like, so gross” Heather comes from behind you, changed out of her bright red Guard uniform and into a green striped halter top. “They literally sit there all day just to watch him”

“It's more than gross, it's like uber pedophillic” You know your face is twisted in disgust because…didn't these women have children Billy's age?

“Right? And so desperate. Hags.” The tall brunette sticks her tongue out “But hiiiii” She hugs you tight around your neck, smelling of chlorine and banana boat “I’ve missed you! You're never around anymore!”

“I know, work” you blame the grind. It’s easier and half true.

“You sure you’re not just ditching us for your new boyfriend?”

“Shut up, Heather. He’s not my boyfriend, he’s not going to be my boyfriend. It was a one time thing. I already told you this like twenty times” and you had, over the phone a week ago. She’d squealed and asked for all the deetz.

Was he hung like Lisa said he was? Did he do that Cool tongue thing Tammi swore changed her life?

“Okay sure, we’ll see about that. You and Steve always did have that love you hate you thing going on-“

“Because he was an asshole. And no we didn’t have anything going on! We still don’t”

“I just wish you would have made your move when he was still like even semi socially relevant. King Steve is dead and buried now. I can’t believe he took a job where he has to dress up like a sailor, it’s so embarrassing. Like, where’s his sense of self respect?” Heather ignores your protests,

“King Steve was a stupid as shit nickname anyway. Tommy H just made it up because he didn’t know what to do with all the dick sucking homoerotic feelings he had about him”

“Speaking of dick sucking-“

“I didn’t, I literally told you everything that happened” you hiss at her.

“Yeah, I remember. Steve was fucking your brains out when you were supposed to be here partying with me” she glares at you, readjusting her duffle on her shoulder “It was so insane. Billy ditched us though, probably for that little twat Denise, you know. The one on the tennis team”

If gossiping was a sport, you would’ve won Olympic gold years ago. You love talking about other people; their messy dramas and exciting stories. It’s one of your favorite pastime.

You can totally believe that Billy’s still fucking High School girls. Yeah, totally.

What you can't believe is transpiring, right in front of your eyes. You keep sneaking glances at it as Heather jabbers away about the party, and Billy and how the Tennis Team is literally full of whores.

Not like that's new news at all.

No, what is new is unfolding, right across the pool. Right in front of everyone, so blatant you almost think it has to be a joke.

Billy…and Mrs. Wheeler?

Holy shit, you can't wait to tell Bean, how has no one noticed this yet?

You just hit the jackpot. Cha-Ching.

“It’s too hot to be alive out here, Heath, let’s go? Manicures remember. Look at my nail beds” You pout, holding up your hands because yes you need your nails done like yesterday.

But mostly because you'd gotten what you’d come for, there was no need to sit in the sweltering sun anymore.

“What, leaving without saying hello?”

Look, this is the thing.

You’d learnt to save face a long time ago- small town life was all about politicking. Who knows who. Who’s fucking who. And finally, and most importantly, who hangs out with who.

You have no idea how it happened and had protested it vehemently, but somehow; Billy Hargrove had infiltrated your social circle.

Which means you have to play nice, even though you think he’s a gutter rat. Or at least you had to- back in school.

“We have an appointment, and you seem distracted, with work” You plaster on a saccharine smile “I would’ve hated to break you out of the zone. So, hi and bye, Billy”

“Right? What if someone drowned?” Heather is all too eager to spark up a conversation and hell, didn't she get enough of him on her shift?

“Mmm, what if everyone lost their eye candy” It’s a taunt from you, to the trained ear “The horror”

“That's what I’m always saying, what did you do before I got here? Must've been a whole lot of cow tipping” Billy retorts, pulling a carton from the pockets of his trunks and plopping a cigarette between his lips. You really hate him

How can someone who looks like they haven't washed their hair in a month have the gull to come off so judgmental?

“Cow tipping?” Heather laughs “No I've never even heard of that”

“What about you, Y/N? You heard’ve of cow tipping? I think you’d like it” You don't like it, the way he looks you up and down. It makes you feel uncomfortable in your denim cut-offs and tied up white tee.

The freezing prickle of self-consciousness tingles down your spine, a stark contrast to the heat.

“No. Have you ever heard of a hairbrush?” You retort, because you’d be damned. Billy wasn't in the tax bracket to body shame you “I don't know if they have those in California, but they sure do here in Hawkins”

There's forced laughter, mostly from Heather who can sense just how tense this whole thing is. She's non-confrontational, always has been.

But you’re not.

“Why do I get the feeling you don't like me very much, Y/N? It’s never pleasant with you, why can't we just have a little fun? Be friends''

“I like you just fine, Billy-”

“Really? That why you like to squawk about me to everyone so much? Cause you like me?”

Deep breath, this is no biggie.

This is him, and why you’ve indeed never fuckin’ liked him.

He’s one of those sad little people that get off on getting under other people's skin. It’s his obvious motive and you aren't going to play into it.

But if he wants to verbally spar?

He’s got the right bitch.

“I don't know what you’re talking about?” Tone dripping with candy laced malice, you look up at him with big round eyes “Heather, do you know what he’s talking about? You should go get some shade, I think the suns getting to your head”

“No, not at-” She starts, doe eyes flicking between the two of you.

“You know, you're more boring than I thought you were. Everyone talks about how fun you are, but I just don't see it. I mean missing the pool party, fucking with losers. Where's the party girl? Cheerleader” He sneers down at you, eyes sharp, lips pulled up at the corners “Have a little fun, Y/N. I heard you’ve got the hookup”

This can go one of two ways. You can completely lose your shit. Throw a punch you know you won’t land, scream in his face. Make a scene…

Or, you can not call his bluff.

Bean, your best friend, is screwing him on the reg. You don't want to lose your image. There's too many people here, too much traffic.

“Sorry” you speak to him like he’s a child, he’s gum on your shoe “ You’re gonna have to find your own hook up, mines pretty paranoid. He doesn't like…” giving him a head to toe, you almost laugh. Who the fuck does he think he is? “New people”

New people. White trash. Same difference.

“Come on, Heather! Were going to be late!” With one last grin, peering over your sunglass slipped low on your nose so he can can get the full effect of your look. That look. The one that says you're not worth my time and you know it “You have a good rest of your day, Billy Bob”

Heather yanks you away, hissing “You’re so agro lately, Take like five chill pills, Y/N”

and you hear Billy's muttering behind you. Barely audible.

Fat Bitch,

And huh. Why does that sting so bad?

You ponder that, long after your nails gleam- red and lustrous. After you split from Heather.

And somehow, you ponder it all the way to the Mall.

You don't know why you're here, really. It’s your day off, so why are you pulling into an empty parking spot?

Starcourt didn't have that same glitzy appeal to you that it did to everyone else.

Not anymore.

Working behind the smoke and mirrors had killed that first initial excitement. You’d normally make that hour drive to Indianapolis when you needed your retail fix-

But you're not here to pour the money you’d earned within these walls back into them. Fuck that noise. You’re a woman on a mission, here for one thing and one thing only.

Bean.

You couldn't wait to tell her how much of a bitch Billy was. That literal mother-fucker. Oooh, just wait until she heard about all of this shit-

You make your way all the way up to Sam Goody’s, and yeah maybe you are a boring loser who goes into their workplace on their day off, only for Jimmy to tell you that Bean had cut out early. You’d missed her by an hour.

God damn it.

“We are short staffed now, if you wanted to pick up the rest of her shift”

Hah. As if.

The tip of your high ponytail nearly hits him right in the face, that’s how quick you’re booking out of there.

Boring, maybe? Certifiable, no. No way you're working on your day off.

You're trying not to be a total downer.

Yeah you're at the mall when you should be doing something Summer-y; like day drinking or sunbathing, but you're not really boring.

God, why are you even doubting yourself? Billys a Ken doll on steroids, a mutt that needs a leash. Who cares if he called you boring?

Fat bitch

Now that- that feels shit.

And not because it came from Billy, but because it had come from other people. So many other people. Your entire life.

You could be the most made-up version of yourself, glossed lips and shiny nails. Pressed hair. Okay grades. Popular. Cheerleader…you’ll still be the fat bitch. Its a fact you can’t unrun, that you can’t scrub off. Or cover up.

Fat.

Fuck up.

Stuck. Here in Hawkins forever.

You run your hand over your face, pushing your fluffy fringe off of your sweaty forehead, pin them back with your glasses. It all used to be so…easy.

It’s just a transitional period, baby. Youre not supposed to have anything figured out, your prefrontal cortex isn't fully developed yet, Elliot soothes as you have pre-mid life crisis’ during movie night.

You're going to go home, and get ready, even more then you already are and do something. Something fun. Something normal. It’s fucking Summer.

You're heading for the exit when you hear that tune.

The little flute melody mingling with the sugar sweet smell, an alluring mixture.

You peek, subtly into Scoops and yup. There he is.

Steve stands behind the ice cream counter, all charming smiles. A gaggle of girls around him, pointing at the glass, flirting so hard it's cringe worthy. Bleh.

You should leave. You hadn't spoken more than two sentences to Steve since that night. You avoided him, even when he came into the music Store- wanting advice on which Carly Simon album to buy his mom, a welcome home present.

One of the girls stands on her tip toes, her coin slot in clear view as she sticks out her tongue for him to put the little taste tester in her mouth.

You're propelling forward, cause, you know what? You could use some ice cream. You’ve been out in the heat all day after all.

And you know what else? You’ve always hated the little sluts on the Tennis Team.

You wait your turn in line, watch (glare) as the girls leave, whispering to each other because that was Steve Harrington.

Don't they know that he hasn't been socially relevant since like Junior year? Idiots.

He’s distracted, chatting with his co-worker. Him and Robin going back and forth. He doesn't notice you until you're at the counter, arms folded over your chest, tongue running along the inside of your teeth.

“Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, I’ll be your Cap- Oh, shit. Y/N” He gets caught in that cheesy slogan. Good.

“What you're not going to be my Captain to flavor town?” You inquire coyly, looking “I feel like i'm being jipped of the full experience”

It feels good to fluster Steve. He doesn't show it, but you can see it. It’s all too easy to get him hot under that navy blue sailor suit collar.

“I’ll be your captain, but I already know what you want. The usual? Pistash-Ahoy?” He does this cheesy little spin trick with his metal scooper and goes for the pastel green tub.

“Actually no. I’m feeling daring today. Can I get a single scoop Cherry Jubilee cone. Extra rainbow sprinkles”

“Huh, I didn’t strike you as a Cherries girl. Coming right up” He goes to work and you try to ignore how his forearms flex, he hadn't lost the muscle mass that came with all the sports.

“And I didn’t strike you as a cradle robber, but welp, you never really know a person” You accuse, and he shoots you a look as he shakes the rainbow sprinkles.

“What are you talking about- oh those girls? C’mon they were just having fun”

Your eyes roll, hard, as you dig through your bag, your wallet, pull out a five and trade it for the goods.

Except he doesn't make the trade “What, were you jealous?”

“No” you vehemently deny.

“I think I detect an edge of jealousy there, Y/N”

“I think you must have a brain tumor, Steve. Now give me my ice cream” You demand, hand out and grabby. The asshole chuckles as he gives you the cone.

“Nothing to be jealous about, you're not even into me. You’ve made that very clear these last couple weeks” He works the register as he speaks “Ignoring me? C’mon what are we? Fifth graders- and don't deny it. You know you were”

You shrug and take a lick of your ice cream, the sweet tart flavor exploding in your mouth “I’ve been busy”

“Sure”

“I have…but I’m not busy now”

You know how to play dirty. Aren’t afraid of a little grime.

You give him a look straight through your eyelashes as you twist your tongue around the frozen concoction.

Steve swallows hard, gaze tracking the movements of your mouth and you fight the smile that threatens to break across your face.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“You come over and…hang out”

“I’m off in an hour” His voice sounds tight and you wonder if his pants are too. If he’ll count down the minutes til he can blow this literal popsicle stand.

“Lucky for you, I’m not in a rush. I’ll wait for you in the court, Harrington. Thanks for the ice cream” You wipe the corner of your mouth with your ring finger before turning away.

And you know that hours going to really suck for him.

Hanging out with Steve turns into seeing just how bad you can make him squirm.

He’s on his back, legs hanging off the edge of your bed.

Yeah, your bed, you’d allowed him into your room which should be a big No-No but his parents are home(which what?) and Uncle Elliots shift ended early. You couldn't just strip down in the living room this time.

It’s okay, though.

You kind of like it, like the way he looks in your space. All that pale skin clashing against your sheets. Splayed out, one pink lemonade pillow pressed against his face.

He was being so loud, you’d had to take precautions.

You sit between his spread thighs, your knees digging into the hardwood of your bedroom floor. Which is far from comfortable, your calves had gone numb like five minutes ago, but worth it.

Worth it as he arches, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag but recover with a long bob of your head.

“Holy fuck” He drawls out the k as he throws the pillow, his face is flushed, his chest heaving. “How the fuck?” He’s out of it, a little slurry and yeah, you've still got it. Dick sucking is a skill. It’s a practiced expertise, and you know you're good at it. You’d been told.

You pull off, needing to take a breath. Not for lack of air, no. Because this shits heady. It’s making your head spin,the way he smells. His sounds. How his long fingers tangle in your hair, twist at the root, like they are right now.

“You okay?” He checks in and you look up, running your cheek along the length of him. His hips jerk hard.

“Are you?” You tease back, and you don't give him the time to respond.

You're good at this, well at least you hope you are. It’s easier then sex, more of a formula then a dance. Bob, gag, suck. The messier the better and when your fingers go for his balls he's a goner.

“Shit! Y/N-” He warns, he whines. You double down, not moving with his attempts to pull you away by the hair.

Fuck it, he must think, shoving your head down hard then, letting you have what you want.

Steve comes down your throat, you gag and swallow around it, breathing through your nostrils even though it’s pressed to his lower stomach, the hair there tickling your nose until you feel like you might sneeze.

Swallowing is unpleasant. Thats a given- the taste is earthy, too human and bitter for your liking, yet you let him run himself try and then give the cut tip a couple short sweet licks, teasing until he literally calls uncle.

“Come back up here, fuck”,

Hes panting, a sweaty mess. You appreciate how responsive he is.

The cuddles, well, you don't know how you feel about that. You lay next to him, head resting on his arm and he grabs you, basking in that afterglow, wanting you close.

You can’t help but watch him, his face. That small almost sedated smile.

Steve really is hot, always has been. His sloped nose and freckled cheekbones. Sharp jaw, pretty lips. You can’t help but stare at him, tracing all the dark dotted beauty marks.

“You like what you see?” He queries and you try to pull away, muttering a shut up.

He doesn't let you get far, not far at all before yanking you into a deep kiss.

You give a squeak of surprise because guys don't do that.

Your ex never did. He’d make you brush your teeth before he came anywhere near you after head- but Steve? Steve doesn't seem to care.

Weird.

The kiss is slow, but not lacking. Where frenzie supposed to be is just…want.

“Damn, now I have to wait for you to get it up again, huh?” You gasp, his lips against yours.

“Mmm, unfortunately. But I can help you out in the meantime, bud” his reassurance is paired with him turning you over, so you rest on your back, your legs spread all too eagerly to accommodate him when he crawls over you.

You’re expecting the kisses, the ones that trail down your neck, across your chest.

Steve Harrington is definitely a boob guy, so you've learned. You even forsee a little finger action, something to take care of you until he can get it up enough to fuck.

What you're not expecting is for him to keep going, his mouth sinking lower and lower, over your tummy which makes your eyes snap open.

Steve’s trying to shoulder his way between your thighs and in a moment of fear, you tighten them, closing the gap.

“What? What’s up?” He pants, obviously very into his task and confused on why it had been cut short.

“What are you doing?” You whisper urgently,

“Going down on you?” It’s not that he’s questioning you- it's more like he's questioning why you suddenly seem so off.

“You don't have to” You assure him, ready to pull him back up.

He doesn't have to…because no one ever has.

You’ve never- fuck. It’s just never happened. It always felt too exposing, not comfortable. You were unsure and most guys, all of the guys, had never pressed the issue.

“I really want to” He insists, tugging on the lime green lace of your underwear.

Oh. He really sounds like he does- want to. You don't know exactly what to do with that, your heart is both hammering and seizing in your chest.

“Um” you blow out a breath because this, this not in your ball park. “I dont really- the guys who i've been with haven't really done that. Much.” Because you refuse to tell Steve that this was your first time. Doing anything.

“Wow, you hook up with real losers, huh- ouch” He takes the slap to his head like a champ “I want to do this, but if you dont thats cool”

You're quiet as you think it over, perched on your elbows.

You're so glad the light is off. Happy for your belly and thighs to be partially hidden, blanketed in darkness. The moonlight peering in is just enough for you to see shadows and shapes.

And big, bright eager eyes.

“Okay” You decide.

“Yeah?” Steves teeth are white in the darkness, as he yanks down your panties “Good, because I really , really want to do this”

You think that pussy eating must be a honed skill, too.

You also think that Steve must've gotten a lot of practice over the years. He starts you off with fingers, a familiar feeling, one you can ease into. He's so good with them, how did he learn just how to hit that spot inside of you? You're panting, flat on your back, legs spread and wide hips wiggling for more when-

“Oh, fuck” you squeak as the flat of his tongue runs between your legs, over your slit, teasing your clit. It feels so new, scary still, but okay.

You're shuddery all over as Steve eats you out, gentle at first and then faster, more pointed. It seems to go on forever, and you know his jaws gotta be sore. It’s the strangest feeling. Messy. But so good, molten heat that spreads from your groin, to your belly, down your thighs.

Your thick thighs, that are wrapped almost vice like around his head. You’d wonder if he was breathing okay, if he didn't keep making those sounds. Encouraging ones, because he likes this. He wanted to do this.

When you feel that familiar tightening, again, fear springs from some unknown place. You don't know why, but you cry out, one hand still fisting his hair and the other grasping at his shoulders, his arms, anything.

“Steve” You beg, for what, you really don't know. It’s too much.

Oh, god, you're not going to like pee all over him, are you?

His fingertips dig into to the soft, pliant flesh of your thighs, where he holds you open. It’s reassuring, that slight hint of pain, of presence that has you literally spiraling- barley managing to reach for a pillow, before screeching into it as you seize.

Steve hugs your legs, holds you the whole way through.

Present Day

You hadnt meant to fall asleep, really. But after round two the both of you had given in. He’d offered to go, and you’d offered compromise in the form of a nap.

Somehow a nap had turned into a sleepover.

Oh no, he looks so peaceful. Pouting in his sleep, naked under your comforter, cuddling with Bowie. You should wake him up, make him get dressed and kick him out.

The clock on the bedside table reads 5:03 in glaring red.

Uncle Elliot didn't go into the Hospital until seven, but he was almost definitely awake downstairs.

It's the smartest move, you tell yourself as you roll over and get comfortable, your eyes still heavy and your bed so soft and warm.

You’ll just let him stay until Elliot leaves. Walk of shame avoided.

It’s cozy, all this body heat against the harsh central air. Your chilly freshly done toes, find Steve's leg under the covers.

You can't wake up Bowie anyway. Steve will just have to stay.

Just a couple more hours.

What could it hurt?

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in case you're open to Eddie Munsons requests 👉👈 maybe Reader and Eddie are drinking/smoking together and Eddie finds out that R becomes super affectionate when high/drunk? and Eddie just being super amused by it. no pressure tho :3

Thank you for the request, I loved it!! This is the first I decided to fill in, so it's my first time writing for Eddie. I hope you'll like it anon!

Eddie Munson x male!reader (drinking/smoking together - fluff)

You can read it on Ao3 here.

1.7k words - 3rd person - reader uses he/him pronouns - set before the events of season 4

“Hey, you’re still coming tonight, right?”

Y/n never promised that he would be there, but with Eddie looking expectantly at him like this... there was no way he could say no to these pleading, soft brown eyes. Besides, he was a little excited to enjoy an evening with Eddie and his friends. They had only started to hang around together a few weeks ago; Eddie had approached him during lunch break and asked if he wanted to help him set up a DnD campaign. Y/n had been a little reluctant, but he soon found out that Eddie could be very persuasive. That, and the guy just kept rubbing him the right way, shooting compliments about his art and writing (that he had noticed during their classes together and extra scholar projects displayed around school through the years). Eddie sounded so excited at the idea of sharing a hobby, and y/n desperately needed this kind of friend, so he accepted. They had been spending time together developing ideas for the campaign ever since then, but they hadn’t had any occasion to just chill together outside school yet.

“Yeah, count me in. I'll bring a six-pack.”

Eddie pumped his fists in victory, a broad smile plastered on his face.

“Awesome! Jeff and Gareth can’t wait to meet you.” His attitude changed to serious in a matter of seconds. “Just remember, no matter how hard they push, don’t drop any info on the campaign. It is crucial.”

His interlocutor nodded.

“Roger that. My lips are sealed.”

This earned him another smile from Eddie, along with a pat on the shoulder.

“Great. See you tonight then.” With that, he bowed before leaving towards his car, a grin on his face.

***

The night was going well. Just as Eddie expected, his playmates had jumped on the occasion to try and get information from y/n as soon as he had arrived. The latter had held his ground through the evening better than expected, and the two nerds had stopped trying to get him to spill the beans hours ago now.

Gareth had claimed the armchair to the left as soon as he had entered the trailer in the early evening, Y/n was currently sitting on the floor with his back resting against the empty side of the couch and Jeff was comfortably seated on the far-right end of it. They were discussing the upcoming Aliens movie; all were hoping to be able to watch it in the theatre. Maybe they would go together. Eddie had just left his spot on the sofa to fetch them another tape to play, they had all agreed to change to something calm after they finished the last Black Sabbath album. They had already drunk their way through two six-packs, shared a couple of joints, and they were all getting a little drowsy.

Some chill classic rock tunes started playing from Eddie’s room, and when he came back to the living room, the conversation between his friends was still ongoing.

“Actually, I think the Xenomorph is even more fuckable than Ripley. She’s hot and badass, don’t get me wrong, but have you seen this thing? Made me all flustered every time it came on screen in the first movie.” Y/n slurred, doing his best not to laugh at his own thoughts.

“Wow dude, that’s gross.” replied Jeff.

Gareth tried to think of it for a second and his face contorted in disgust.

“I don’t even want to imagine how the whole sex thing would work.”

That’s when y/n burst into laughter.

“I’m only kidding guys, it is kinda gross. I mean, imagine if... ok ok, I’ll stop here.” He shut himself up by taking a long sip of his beer, amused.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes away from y/n. He knew he had been developing a bit of a crush on the boy, but to see him so relaxed, buzzed from the alcohol, the music and the weed... He couldn’t help but think he was the most handsome guy he had ever laid his eyes upon. No matter how unappealing whatever y/d just said might have been for anyone else, Eddie was not bothered in the slightest. He was glad that his friend was enjoying himself without the usual anxiety weighing on him, enough to share whatever silly thought was coming to his mind.

As the conversation died down, Jeff got up and announced he needed to take a trip to the toilets. The three other nerds nodded lazily in acknowledgment. Eddie walked around the table in the middle of the room, picked up a joint that had been left there for later, and took over Jeff’s spot on the sofa. He lit up the cigarette, staring at y/n from where he was, and he put a hand on his shoulder as he took a puff. The boy turned to face him, and he exhaled the smoke.

“It’s your chance to get a much more comfortable place to sit down for the rest of the night. C’mon.”

He noticed the faintest sign of embarrassment on his friend’s face when he stood up, not so steadily. Eddie patted the spot to his left and y/n pushed the hesitation aside, plopping down next to him. Eddie smiled and threw his left arm on the back of the couch, handing the cigarette to his friend with his other hand. Y/n borrowed the cigarette from him and took a puff of his own, eyes closing for a few seconds as he held his breath in. When he exhaled, he handed the weed back to Eddie. He didn’t bother asking Gareth, as he had already stated that he wouldn’t smoke anything tonight.

All three of them were now sitting in pleasant silence, if only for the soft music coming from the distant bedroom. They were all getting dozy, and y/n wriggled into a comfier position, snuggling a little closer into Eddie’s side, and he found himself drawing patterns with his fingertip on the leg of the metalhead.

“You feeling good, y/n?” he asked, a little surprised. He had never seen him show signs of enjoying this kind of intimacy, not with him, not with anyone else back at school.

“Mmh-mh, very good. You’re so... warm and comfy...” he mumbled.

Eddie was a little taken aback but amused. He enjoyed this version of y/n. Actually, he was enjoying being snuggled next to him nearly as much. Taking another puff, he moved the hand that was resting on the couch to y/n’s back, rubbing it softly. The boy nearly purred at that. Eddie chuckled.

“Someone’s in a mood, mh?” he asked teasingly.

“Sorry, I’m just... it feels so good, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to move away from here.”

Y/n reached out for the joint, softly grasping Eddie’s wrist. But instead of simply taking the cigarette from his grasp, he covered Eddie’s hand with his own and brought them to his face to take a hit.

Eddie’s breath caught up in his throat when he could feel his friend’s lips brushing against his fingers.

Y/n exhaled and he realized Eddie had stopped petting his back. His other hand was still hanging in the air where y/n had been holding it. A little concerned, he angled his head to stare back at him.

His face looked a little flushed. He looked cute, y/n thought. And with his plush lips slightly parted, he looked so… kissable. Without even realizing it, y/n's tongue peeked out to wet his lips.

This seemed to break the spell, as Eddie broke out of his stupor and averted his gaze, taking one last hit of the joint before crushing the nub in the ashtray. He had to bend over to reach it on the low table, and y/n took advantage of the movement to sit up a little more properly, still very close to his friend. As Eddie straightened his back, y/n ran his fingers along the spine. He could feel his muscles tense slightly at the touch, but all the tension seemed to release off his body when he reached his nape.

“Can I touch your hair dude? It looks so soft…”

Eddie chuckled. Y/n was really full of surprises tonight. He turned his head to face him.

“Only if you let me mess up yours later.”

Y/n pretended to think it over, humming lowly. He didn’t give a clear answer before his fingers skimmed through the thick, dark locks and started to massage the crown of Eddie’s head. Eddie’s eyelids fluttered. The presence of y/n by his side was comforting, and the gentle movement of his fingers was making his head tingle in the best way.

“Feels good?” y/n finally asked.

“Never better. I think I won’t let you move away from here even if you try.”

At this moment, Jeff walked back into the room, yawning.

“It was a really great evening guys but I’m gonna head back now. Anyone needs a ride?”

Gareth perked up at the offer, he was nearly falling asleep.

“Uh yeah, I think I’m too tired to walk back all the way home.”

Jeff turned his attention to y/n while Gareth mustered the motivation to leave the surprisingly comfortable armchair and gather his belongings.

“What about you? Want me to drop you off?”

Y/n didn’t answer the question, instead he turned to look quizzically at Eddie. He wanted to know if he was welcome to stay the night, he didn’t exactly feel like leaving now. Eddie picked up on that.

“I think I’ll keep him here a little longer. Want to talk through a few ideas for the campaign before I forget them.”

“Well then, it was really great to finally spend some time with you dude, you should hang around with us more often! I can’t wait to see what you both come up with for our party.”

“I’ll definitely do, it was a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me in the first place guys.”

“Don’t mention it, you’re welcome to hang out with us anytime. You’re part of the group now.”

Eddie was glad that they all got along so well so fast.

***

A few minutes later, after everyone had bid their goodbye, the two friends were gone. Y/n was still snuggled up against Eddie, playing with his hair while the guitarist traced lines on his back.

“You’re really not gonna move, mh?”

Y/n shook his head, yawning.

“No way. I guess I’m just gonna pass out on top of you and you’ll have to deal with it.”

“I guess I could handle that.”

#x male reader #male reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #my text

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Slashers x Male S/o Masterlist 1

Hello, my devilishly handsome readers, Here is my Master list.

MASTERLIST PT 2.

Btw, Dominant Male reader FOR all of them.

Warning emoji⚠️⚠️ With the one that has smut.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal x Male reader PT 1 Backstory: Hannibal has an Animalistic urge to make you his, god how possessive this cannibal is and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, He invites you to dinner. POWER BOTTOM HANNIBAL. Hannibal x Male reader PT 2 Backstory: Hannibal has an Animalistic urge to make you his, god how possessive this cannibal is and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, He invites you to dinner. POWER BOTTOM HANNIBAL.

Hannibal x Male reader⚠️ (Requested): How about Power Bottom Hannibal Lecter from NBC riding male reader

Hannibal x Male reader

(Requested): i really like the addams male reader idea! do you think you could do it with another character? maybe hannibal? i feel like that'd work well together (reader x hannibal to be clear)

Hannibal x Male reader ⚠️ (Requested): hhhhhhh sorry if this might be annoying since you just did an ask with him (but reading it got me feeling some type way 💀) but could you write something with hannibal that includes smut? likeee not to be dramatic but ur a godsend for male readers tbh

Hannibal x Male reader (Requested) Can I request Hannibal x reader where reader is like Michael Myers and doesn't speak much they met one night where reader was hunting he's victim and hannibal saw him and taken an interest in reader

Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] Okey what about a reader with Hannibal Lecter who is his patient who have anger issues, and Hannibal is helping him building some patience with cockwarming.⚠️⚠️

Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] In which, you get kidnapped by Hannibal Lecter, as he could no longer hold himself back for his desirable and insatiable love for you.

Hannibal x Male reader [Requested]Listening to Hannibal whisper some of the most arousing things in your ear during a party. Scenarios of you two being caught fucking or him disappearing under the table to suck you off. Once all the guest leave you bend him over the closet counter or table and immediately get to work on fucking him.⚠️⚠️

Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] Tooth rotting fluff with any slasher you have in mind

Hannibal x Male reader [Requested]Hannibal with a boyfriend (reader) who is js like...absolutely smitten and is so in love with him and will do anything for him -- Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] the reader is so big that when they are doing the nasty Hannibal stomach is bulging a bit because of how big the reader is ⚠️⚠️

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Hannigram/Hannibal and Will

Hannigram x Male reader You save the Murder husbands and nurse them back to health, with them falling into a possessive love for you not knowing that you were a sort of an anomaly yourself, being that you are a blood-sucking vampire some called you count Dracula, but you adored the name which was (Name).

Hannigram x Male reader You're a famous murder investigator and you are on the case of the Chesapeake ripper, in your alone time you figure out who they are...However they know that you know...and well, you are too entranced by them to let anyone know, and maybe they also have caught a deep interest.

Hannigram x Male reader you're an android assigned to hunt deviants in Minnesota, However, you soon realize you are also becoming a deviant because of these feelings for two certain killers

Hannigram x Male reader [Requested]Could I request Hannigram x a demon s/o? I think it would be really interesting to see how they would interact

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Billy and Stu

Billy and Stu x Male reader You find out about Billy and Stu, your closest friends being scream after they decided to reveal themselves to you, And have a little fun. POWERBOTTOM BILLY AND STU. SLIGHT NSFW.

Billy and Stu x Male reader Billy, Stu, and you are at school when they start getting jealous when the new girl hits on you, they try hard to contain it around Sidney and Tatum because they still have to kill them later and are still in a "relationship" with them.

Billy and Stu x Male reader You see Billy and Stu playing around with Sidney before they kill her, but she grabbed a knife and suddenly escaped, Right into your arms, oh god what you would do for these men.

Billy and Stu x Male reader Everyone in the school, knows About yours, Billy, and Stu's relationship after Tatum's and Sidney's body being found dead in the woods, with some other bodies. The cops question Billy and Stu, but they have their alibi.

Billy and Stu x Male reader You're the loner at school, and so when the two scream killers target you, they get too invested in their liking for you.

-- Billy and Stu x Male reader You're a famous well known Slasher, Billy and Stu are big fans so once they see you in the asylum they take the opportunity to be around you much to the other slasher's annoyance.

Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) Ok all I need at this moment is billy and Stu being bratty to reader in bed and reader punishing them.⚠️

Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) Billy and Stu were out killing, and see you feeding/killing someone, they are completely enamored with you.

Billy and Stu x Male reader Billy and Stu with a greaser boyfriend

Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) More Billy and Stu x Vampire Male Reader

Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) I think a big dumb farm boy reader with billy and stu or billy lenz would be so fun. Like himbo dumbass cowboy and his slasher boyfriend

Stu x Male reader You get a video from Stu...(I don't own the video, I found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny, credit goes to the TikTok user who uploaded it .)

Billy and Stu x Male Reader (Requested) More Addams family based male reader x billy loomis and stu macher

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male reader (Requested) Power bottom Danny Johnson 👀

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male Reader

[Requested](whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male reader Danny is getting possessive once these idiotic copycat killers try to come after his man--(you)

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Michael Myers

Michael Myers x Male reader Moving into a killers house wasn't to bad, until the lights suddenly turn off and you run into, the killer himself.

Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Like imagine dragon male reader blowing Jason or Michaels back out⚠️

Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Michael Myers x Childhood Friend Male reader Basically Michael had only one friend which was Male reader and he ends up meeting Make reader after so many years and becomes obsessed with him Love you And your work<333

Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) hello! could i request michael myers x a reader who's like hannibal? (seggsy smart cannibal type shit 😛) maybe they would've met in the psychiatric hospital and then worked together (eventually as lovers) when they escape

Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Michael Myers x Idk Two Faced Male reader Basically the Reader portrays himself as a kind person bit is really a evil,cunning asshole. -- Michael Myers x Male reader/ [Requested] Being friends with Michael since childhood, breaking out of Smith's grove with him, all the while Michael is developing feelings for the reader. After they break out Michael decides to ride the reader for being so good to him and helping him escape⚠️⚠️

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Michael and Jason

Michael and Jason x Male reader (Requested) Poly Relationship Michael Myers and Jason x Emotionless Male reader. Basically Michael and Jason becomes interested in Male reader due to Male reader not reacting to a victim running to them for help and just ignores the victim. You can add smut if you want <3

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Jason Voorhes

Jason Voorhes x Male reader⚠️ Imagine Jason dating a tall dominant Male reader and gets jealous of a camper flirting with Male reader and ends up having jealousy sex So basically Power bottom Jason Ig sorry not good at requesting

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Chucky and Tiffany

Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader Chucky and Tiffany with Dominant male vampire S/o.

Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader (Requested) Imagine Chucky and Tiffany meeting Demon Male reader who was in the middle of a kill and Chucky and Tiffany witnessing it and becomes interested in Male Reader

Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader (Requested) Human Chucky and Tiffany threesome orrrrrr just Chucky getting railed whatever you’re comfortable with⚠️

Chucky x Male reader Chucky falls into an obsessive type of love with Andy's adopted older brother which is you.

Chucky x Male reader [Requested]Okay okay hear me out; in the flashback from Curse of Chucky we find out that Charles was obsessed with and wanted a family with Sarah Pierce, right? So what about Charles Lee Ray with a breeding kink?

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Pennywise(2017)

Pennywise x Male reader You are mates with Pennywise.

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Norman Bates

Norman Bates x Male reader You ask norman on a date, and you hate how the people of the town treat him

Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested]hiiii, could you do another norman bates oneshot? i really liked your first one! if you're up to it can you include some smut? if not then how about a sort of peephole scene?

Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested] hey can i ask a norman bates x reader with the addams reader? i totally understand if you're tired or something or writing that kind of reader so if you are then all i ask is basically anything with norman bates (though i do think a peephole scene would be mmmm)❤️

Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested]Hi! So I adore all of your Norman Bates fics but sadly there is not enough! So I would just like to request another smut one with a really seductive dom male reader who manages to seduce Norman and whatnot- does that make sense? Kind of like a succubus I guess but a male? Also if you could throw in a heap of praise kinks that would be fantastic!⚠️

Part two of this one ^^ Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested] Hi hi! I'm so grateful for all your fics because your writing is immaculate and I can never get enough about how talented you are! If it was okay with you, could I request another Norman Bates fic (once again haha) where it's sort of a continuation of the last fic with the really seductive reader but this time everytime he walks by Norman he whispers something rlly flirty/dirty in his ear ("Hey pretty boy" or "what a pretty neck you have, would look better with my lips on it" ect up to you). Just assuming Norman reaches his limit of flustered and just snaps eventually 🤷‍♂️

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Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman x Male reader At first you thought your boss hated you with the way he acted, but it seems Patrick Bateman was just distant because of his rapid feelings for you, which seems to become more obvious as the days pass.

Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested] hello! may i please request a Patrick Bateman x reader with smut? something like him getting jealous and the reader -reminding- him that he only has eyes for him i think it might be fun to see Patrick still trying to act bitter while they're fucking but probably couldn't keep up the act for long 💀⚠️⚠️

Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested] can i request patrick bateman x reader where they are mutually kinda obsessed with eachother 😛 i don't really mind if you make it fluff/smut/a yandere sort of thing just whatever you're comfortable with!

Patrick Bateman x Male reader Patrick realizes how much he thinks you are much more perfect then him, he's practically obsessing over you, and if he can't be you, he wants to be with you.

Patrick Bateman x Male reader Just on a date with Patrick with some mild interruptions. --

Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested]Imagine railing the fuck out of Patrick Bateman after catching him flirting with one of his co-workers. Just railing him till he's a sobbing mess, begging for release knowing you won't give it to him until you've finished first.⚠️⚠️

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Pinhead

Pinhead x Male reader Just some fluff

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Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested] Would it be possible to get some more Charles Lee Ray content or perhaps some Brahms Heelshire? Brahms has the perfect personality for some good bratty bottom content (and most likely he has a praise kink let’s be real) but for some reason people only seem to write him as a dom :(

Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested] So I was kind of thinking like….. reader catching Brahms fingering himself and reader just goes absolutely feral when he sees Brahms Subby Brahms maybe? Idk it was just a thought⚠️

Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [requested] id like to request a oneshot with brahms since he's definitely my fav <3 something with like y/n being a sexy husband and brahms like totally obsessed with him not rlly smut but maybe like some thoughts about y/n from brahms lol

Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested]Imagine: walking in on Brahms humping/grinding against a pillow, trying and failing to not moan your name too loudly; and getting railed ruthlessly after being caught⚠️

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Joe Goldberg

Joe Goldberg x Male reader You meet Joe at a bookstore, god Joe would do anything for you, you weren't like Beck or Candace, you were so much better, you weren't his normal type, but he can settle for this, for you.

Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] I just read your Joe Goldberg with Dominant Male S/o and I really like it so how about male reader blowing Joe's back out⚠️

Joe Goldberg x Male reader

[Requested] Imagine Male reader body worshipping Joe Goldberg in bed ⚠️

Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested]i was thinking something to do with him taking the readers stuff (like clothes or whatever) and getting off with it ⚠️

Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] If you want to can you please do Joe Goldberg x Addams reader? Either first meeting the reader or meeting the family or both? I'm curious how Joe would react to being with a Addams family member

Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] (sorry if requests are closed at the moment, feel free to ignore!) but i need more joe goldberg x addams! reader please. Joe is obsessed when you speak french to him especially in public when he can barely contain himself from jumping on you.

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Male Carrie White

Male Carrie white x Male reader [Requested]You're a transfer student, to this school and see a boy getting bullied, but you notice something remakable about him, and you can't help but take an interest.

Male Carrie White x Male reader [Requested] the reader is a part of the Addams family, Carey takes an interest and so do you.

Male Carrie White x Male reader [Requested] Can I request more male!Carrie x reader? It's such a good idea and I just love Carrie <3 thank you! It can be smut or just fluff either or I don't really mind!

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The Collector/Asa Emory

The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested] Hi! Can I request Asa Emory or Jesse Chromskull with a cannibal reader who cooks for them? Like he's a househusband and they always have a meal for them when they get home? Thank you, have a nice day!

The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested]Can I request The Collecter/Asa Emory with a cannibal male reader smut? Thank you!⚠️

The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested] Smut! Asa Emory x His Favorite Collection Male Reader. Basically asa was obsessed with male reader but was pissed at male reader being married so he killed his wife and 'collected him' ig Idk if it makes sense⚠️

The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested]Smut Asa Emory x Possessive Male reader⚠️

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Leatherface(s)

Bubba Sawyer x Male reader Bubba just chilling with his fiancee, but some victims just have to always hit on his man!

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Dracula(2020)

Dracula x Male reader You tell sister Agatha the tell of your stay with Dracula, but oh, it doesn't end there, Dracula wants his husband back.

Dracula x Male reader [Reqested] Could I request a Dracula fic pls, if you still write for him. Maybe a fluff and smut all romantic like but still rough? Imagine yourself as the reincarnated Husband of Dracula, and his lust in his every movement seems through and throughout, after all, he is a rather jealous creature who doesn't like to share what's his. ⚠️⚠️ -- Dracula x Male reader [Requested] if you can just make fluffy moments. No smut or anything like that but just Dracula and his lover enjoying each other’s company. Dracula prepares a soothing bath with rose petals and scented oils. He and his lover soak in the warm water, talking and enjoying each other's presence.

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David Mccall

David Mccall x Male reader You're Nicole's big brother adopted of course, What happens, you meet David? He seems to be a little bit obsessed with you...well a little bit would be an understatement...⚠️ Part 2 ^^⚠️

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Arthur Harrow

Arthur Harrow x Male reader He thought Ammit was the one he needed, but he was so very wrong. Arthur found a new god, he was going to worship, whatever it takes.

Arthur Harrow x Male Reader Falling and beginning to worship a god, that is Khonshu's close friend...wasn't a part of his plan. And somehow being able to kidnap the god in his human form, make it so much easier for Arthur.⚠️

Arthur Harrow x Male Reader

[Requested] i can I request for Arthur Harrow with a really possessive and rough reader]

Imagine, having Arthur as your Avatar(You're a god) and you find out he's trying to bring back Ammit, you are not pleased. Yandere S/o but also Yandere Arthur as well. Arthur is like a masochist in this one. Btw Kinda fluffy---But in a good way that it fits with the story

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DARK!Edward Scissorhands

Edward Scissorhands x Male reader [Requested]Edward goes a 'little' psycho and ends up killing a lot of people, comes to realize that he was jealous because the towns people kept taking up your time.

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Xenomorphs

Xenomorph x Male reader The world is being attacked/invaded by Aliens, called Xenomorphs, what happens when a group of male species of these aliens makes you their King after they find out you're their mate?

Kurt Kunkle (Spree 2020) Kurt Kunkle x Male reader [Requested]i had a dream u posted kurt kunkle fic thing and tbh now that's what i've been thing about all day 😭my skrunkly little virgin streamer <;33

Kurt Kunkle x Male reader [Requested] Can I request a Kurt Kunkle story where reader gets picked up and starts hardcore flirting with him and like leaning in closer and putting his hand on Kurt’s thigh as Kurt gets more and more flustered. He eventually puts a poll up to the chat asking what to do and everyone votes fuck, and he leans over to suck readers dick. I feel like he’d sound good gagging as we praise him for how good he feels as his chat is going crazy as this is happening⚠️⚠️

PART 2 OF THIS REQUEST ^^ Kurt rides the [Name]⚠️⚠️

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Homelander

Homelander x Male reader You are a part of the Eight under the hero allies The Scarlet Warlock, and the most dangerous superheroes want you, even if it means revealing his feelings on live television in front of millions. Yes lol, powers of the scarlet witch from Marvel

Homelander x Male reader [requested] Can you do something smutty with Homelander plz??⚠️⚠️

Homelander x Male reader [Requested]More homelander fics pls: Vought recently presented their new Supe, and Homelander at first wasn't cheery about it...But it seems deep down Homelander carves his attention.YANDERE Homelander. VAMPIRIC READER

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair x Male reader [requested] Hi Hiii Can I get some Vincent Sinclair x Male Reader maybe smut?⚠️⚠️ -- MORE COMING SOON Black Noir Black Noir x Male reader [Requested}hiya i really liked your homelander fic and i wanted to request another one with him (or really any other character from the boys that you'd like to do lmao)

Black Noir x Male reader [Requested]could u make another part to that black noir one 🫶 idrc as far as nsfw goes i just love noir. You were a villain, a threat to Vought, but Noir just couldn't bring himself to kill his hunky villain.⚠️⚠️ MORE COMING SOON

Art The Clown Art The Clown x Male reader pt 1 After finishing up from a house party [Name] and his two female friends head to the diner where they meet a certain Clown, who seems to be infatuated entirely with You. And to say the least, Art the clown really wants to mate with you, he wants you to breed him. Not full on sex but leads up to it, Wanna part 2? DM me and we shall see

Art The clown x Male reader PT 2

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Jerry Dandridge[1985]

Jerry Dandridge x Male reader You are Charley's older brother, who returned home from college just in time, to meet the new...vampiric neighbor. but you not only have a past but you are also connected to one another.

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Predator/Yautja

Predator/Yautja x Male reader Male Yautja wants to breed with his human mate. ⚠️⚠️

Walter Deville

Walter Deville x Male reader [Requested] Hii would you write for Walter De Ville? getting married to Walter after killing his bride who was going to betray him..

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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October 5th: Alien

Yautja x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of killing Xenomorphs

You were a fascinating creature for the young Yautja warrior, being such a smaller human and being able to kill multiple Xenomorphs with very little damage towards yourself. When you were suddenly taken away by a even larger alien, you didn't even realize what you had in store.

Although the history between Yautjas and humans has been a rather long one, the Yautja male knows that there's been humans who are deemed worthy of their respect and you are one of them.

You've been living with the alien for what seemed to be a while, time doesn't really matter in the new planet that he dropped you in. Even though he intimidated you at first with his height and the shock of the situation at the time, he was rather nice to you. Giving you gifts from his hunts, making sure you're safe, even helping you learned to defend yourself.

You feel his dreads softly hit your bare skin as his head was in the crook of your neck, his manbites gently brush against the delicate flesh as his thrusts spead up- his rough hands firmly pressed to your hips as you kept riding him.

Your hands ran down his toned skin, feeling the muscles and scars that littered his body as moans leaked from your lips like a sweet lullaby to the yautja. He guides your body more, letting him be deeper inside you.

#yautja imagines #yautja x reader #queendees kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022: day five #gender neutral reader #exophilia #dees lemonade

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darkenedreaper · 11 months

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Hi, I read a couple of your Ripley x Reader fanfictions and suffice to say it's pretty much the only fanfiction out there that is actually good!! (we don't talk about the Ripley x Male Xenomorph fanfictions... it's not worth it, guys)

I was wondering if you'd write a Ripley x F!Reader around the scene where Ripley, Hicks, and Newt are escaping the xenomorphs after they fall in through the ceiling and they're running away, and then Newt falls down the air shaft (?) and Ripley and Hicks are running (y'know the scene: SHE'S ALIVE, SHE'S ALIVE)

Anyway thanks!! Hope you're having an amazing day and thanks for all the fanfiction you've written so far!

(let's just take a moment to appreciate all of the mother ripley scenes where she gave Jonesy and Newt kisses and me wishing I was simultaneously Jonesy and Newt. also the 'close your eyes baby' was literally the sweetest thing ever)

Hello darling, thank you for your kind words regarding my writing, I love writing for Ripley and there truly isn't enough. Hope you enjoy.

I Believe You

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x F!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: The sudden attack from above of the Xenomorphs puts distance between Ripley and Newt, will it put distance between you and Ripley?

A/N: If you don't love Ripley, don't talk to me.

You and Ripley were closely huddled together whilst Gorman stood to your right with Burke hiding like the coward he was in the corner. All that could be heard was the low and distant hum of vents, the tracking device bleeping away signalling the distance of a target, the loud buzzing of the welding machine, and the heavy breaths that were shared between you all.

The two welding machines that were held by Vasquez and Hicks were sealing the door shut, preventing entrance from any threat. The machines sent off sparks which caused Ripley to pull Newt behind her warning her; "Don't look at the light". As she pulled Newt behind her, she lightly tugged on your sleeve, checking you were still beside her as she didn't look up from her tracking device. You held you gun like you were standing at ease, and you took the opportunity to wipe the dripping sweat from your forehead, you took a long at Ripley's tracking device watching the blue blips on screen close in the distance, forcing you to tell Hicks; "Come on Corporal hurry it up", "I know", he replied with a struggle to quicken the welding machine. After hearing the panicked Hudson you tried to hurry Vasquez, "Come on Vasquez, you too", "I know", she retorted back, a few seconds later they both sprinted backwards from the welded door.

Hudson was frantically reading the decreasing distance between all of you in the room and the Xenomorphs, "6 metres!", Ripley looked up and you and shoved the tracking device towards you to show you, "That can't be that's right inside the room". You both got your guns at the ready, Hicks, Vasquez, and Gorman doing the same, Burke trotting backwards to an area aware from the door. The only noise that could be heard was the blipping noise from the device and the panting noises that came from you all. You used your voice with a low tone, "Remember, short controlled bursts". Newt kept a tight hold of the back of Ripleys pants.

As the blue blips on the tracking device closed in and on top of you Hicks accused Hudson of not reading it right. You tried shaking the device and out the corner of your eye you saw Ripley lift her head up towards the ceiling. Before you could ask she nudged your arm and pointed towards the ceiling, the rest caught on to what she was getting at. "Oh my god", Hicks said with a quiver in his voice. Hudson and Vasquez held him steady on the chair. If Ripley could grab onto you she would, instead she held the gun at the ready, you did the same, making sure to stay a step in front of Ripley and Newt. You all waited in anticipation before Hicks fell down screaming, the Xenomorphs crashing and jumping down.

The violent and hurried shootout began. Hudson was giving them his all, Vasquez was at the front line gunning down more and more Xenomorphs. You and Ripley stood close and shielded Newt whilst shooting any threat in sight. Ripley took Newt and ran to the door where Gorman was frantically elbowing as Burke had locked himself in. As Hudson went down screaming and appeared to be swallowed up by the floor, Hicks and Vasquez ran to his aid, unable to save him. Hicks ran past you and to Gorman, Ripley and Newt, where he'd make his attempt to open the door. "Burke, open this door!", Ripley shouted pounding on it.

You and Vasquez were eliminating the Xenomorphs, almost relishing at the sound if their screams as acid exploded from them. Ripley ran from the now unlocked door and grabbed onto your shirt pulling you with her, you shouted to your partner at the frontline, "Vasquez!-", "Go!", Vasquez cut you off and so you ran alongside Ripley, following her and Newt into the vents, Ripley still having a tight hold onto you.

It looked as if a big wheel was turning with water dripping down it, you helped Ripley over before passing her to Newt. Shortly later as Newt was crossing before she took Ripleys outstretched hand, there was an explosion, causing a rumble throughout the vented area and with a shriek scream Newt fell down. "No! Y/N get her!", Ripley pleaded. As quick as you could, you jammed your gun into the turning wheel and threw yourself across and grabbed a hold of Newts sleeve, "I got you Newt hold on", you said to the girl before her and Ripley screamed as Newt fell down once more. Ripley had started to shout after her but you picked her up and grabbed her arm forcing her to look at your hand, "Come on Rip we can track her with this".

Ripley took a few seconds to stare deeply into your eyes, the both of you breathing deeply, the sweat running down both of your faces. She looked into your eyes and she was reminded of your kindness and help in the midst of literal chaos, anything to keep her happy, you'd do. You snapped her our of your trance and told her to climb up, heading towards Newts location. You ran hand in hand, both pairs of eyes scanning everywhere for anymore Xenomorphs. All you had to hand was a handgun, the tracking device and the welding gun the Vasquez had thrown to you.

"Down here! I'm down here!". You both rushed towards the direction of the little girls voice but Ripley left you in the dust when she saw her little fingers wiggling through the bars. You and Ripley dropped to your knees and you took out the welding gun, Ripley knew she wouldn't have to tell you what to do and so instead she watched you and comforted Newt, "Climb down honey, we'll have to cut through". You were going as quickly as the damned thing would let you cut through steel and you called out to Ripley over the noise of it, "Check the tracking device, we've gotta be careful with the noise outta this thing". Ripley looked at you and grabbed the device, eyeing up the new blue blips that appeared on screen, "Y/n... somethings here". You didn't answer Ripley instead you placed your hand down on the already cut down trying to force them down whilst still cutting with the the other hand.

Newt was drenched in the water down below, holding on to her plastic doll, she too heard the blipping and became more aware of her surroundings. Ripley watched as the blue blips were now closing in on Newt. "Y/n hurry", Ripley panicked. "Fuck!", you called out, "there's no time, help me!", you shouted to Ripley as you threw the welding machine to the side and started kicking the bars, As soon as Ripley caught sight of the Xenomorph towering over Newt, she started stomping, finally breaking through when the water was disturbed and Newts scream as now distant.

You both panted and Ripley held onto your knee as she peeked down calling for Newt, as soon as she saw Newt was gone she tried to climb down, only to be pulled back by you, "No!... No!". It was a struggle to pull Ripley back up to eye level but you got her and had to fight to keep her close to you and not let her run off. You tried calling her to calm down, "Ripley! Ripley!". "They don't kill you, they don't kill you she's alive! You know what happened to Kane!" The distraught woman brought back the memories of you old friend and crewmate Kane and his death.

She was right. They take you and cocoon you. Death is only certain when a facehugger attaches itself to you. "She's alive Y/n I'm telling you!", "Alright! Alright Ripley, I believe you she's alive!". She simmered down after your response to her pleads and she looked up into your eyes. You believed her. Of course, you've always believed her... and trusted in her. You were the only one to back her up when Vasquez and Hudson doubted hers and yours fight with the Alien on the Nostromo. Your voice that soothed her, and brought her back down to earth providing her with reassurance, "I believe you, but we've gotta go. Now. Come on." You pulled her up by her arms and she took your hand and ran along with you, both of you following the tracking device; only our way to save Newt.

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