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6lostgirl6 · 2 years

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Could you do a poly lost boys x reader, where the reader is like Starfire? Like from another planet, doesn't understand human things, etc?

Please and thank you 💖💖

Hey! I hope you like this one!!

Out of This World

Poly!Lost Boys x Starfire!Reader

How You Met:

You were on a mission for your planet when your spacecraft malfunctioned and you came crashing down on earth. Without a way to fix it, you were basically stuck without a way home.

Honestly, you were apprehensive. Everyone wore strange clothes and spoke in a language you couldn’t understand. However, you noticed that people mainly gathered at this weird hovering mechanism that was held by giant sticks over the rushing waves of the water. It had many buildings with flashing colors of lights and weird spacecrafts attached to railings so they wouldn't fly? (The boardwalk and the rollercoasters)

Being a curious creature and used to exploring strange planets, you went ahead and followed a crowd that went through the entrance. Already, you were fascinated. It seemed to be a place to gather and have fun.

When the boys noticed you on the boardwalk and they were instantly intrigued and fascinated by you. Not only were you their mate, but you smelled entirely different from other humans. You smelt otherworldly.

You dressed differently from everyone else, clothes made out of strange material that they’ve never seen before. It looked futuristic.

Paul was the one that was recruited to talk to you and get you intrigued, leaning against the railing and saying something along the lines of, ‘hey, babe.’

You couldn't understand what he was saying, therefore you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. Kissing someone would allow you to gain the ability to understand and speak the language of the person you kiss.

“Woah babe, we’re moving a little fast. I don’t mind though.” He flirted.

After a while, Paul convinced you to meet the other boys and you were instantly attracted.

Dating Them:

After spending time with them for a while, they finally came clean and told you that they were vampires. You reacted like it was any normal thing which was confusing to them. When you finally explained that you were from another planet, they were relieved that you all weren’t human and they had nothing to worry about.

When they also inform you that you were also their mate, you were extremely happy and accepted right away.

Dating all four of them didn’t bother you in the slightest. From your world, having more than one mate was common.

You all show off your powers in the cave, sharing a mutual power of flying, it was fun to fly around the cave and play tag.

Marko thinks your green energy powers that shoot from your hands are pretty sick! When the both of you are terrorizing the boardwalk, you shoot small bursts of your green energy to freak people out.

Dwayne helps you when you have trouble with phrases and certain words. He finds it very cute that you don’t know how to connect certain objects with words they’re attached to.

Paul gets you into loads of music, he helped you develop a love for rock n roll and took you out to see concerts.

David loves that and hates that you're invulnerable to his powers. Having him try to invade your mind feels like your brain tickles for a second.

Sometimes you slip with jokes from your planet in your native language and the boys sit there completely confused on what you’re talking about while you’re laughing your ass off.

You stand there in confusion, “...on my planet, this is hilarious.”

When you are turned into a vampire, the boys are a little jealous because you become a lot stronger than them, being a mix between alien and vampire.

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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months

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You: Hi Nat!

Nat: Hey! Do you and Thor ever feel full?

You: Uhh, what brought this about?

Nat: Sam overheard Thor talking to Steve about how the two of you are always hungry.

You: Well, he's not wrong. I usually take my equivalent of a protein bar twice a day to stave off the hunger.

Nat: Well, as your friend, I refuse to let this stand.

You: It's okay, Nata-

Nat: I won't hear of it! We're going out to eat.

You: Alrigh-

Nat: Besides, Tony owes me a favor.

You: Well, if you put it that way.

Wanda: What's going on here?

Nat: I'm taking her out to eat since she almost never eats.

Wanda: Cool. Should I get Thor?

You: It's only fair.

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You: Whew! That hit the spot!

Thor: T'was a great feast, indeed! Thank you for inviting me.

Nat: No problem!

You: I could go for a tummy rub right now.

Nat: I'll give one when we get back.

You: Yay!

Wanda: Glad I found this Thai place!

You: Thanks, Wanda! I'm gonna- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! Oh shit! Sorry!

Nat: Nice one!

You: Hehe. Thanks, Nat!

Wanda: That's what happens when you chug nine two-liters of Dr. Pepper on a dare.

You: I know, I know. Still worth it, though.

Wanda: The look on that douchebag's face!

Nat: Also, Thor's glare sealed the deal.

Thor: T'was nothing, ladies!

You: Umm...would it be bad if that belch cleared some room? I'm still kinda of hungry.

Nat: Nope.

Thor: I could go for burgers.

You: Same.

Wanda: Well, let's go!

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Tony: Hey Pep?

Pepper: Yes, Tony?

Tony: Why did I get an alert from nine different restaurants that they were 'eaten into closing'?

Pepper: Nat took your card as part of the favor you owed her. She took two of our powerhouses out for a 'good meal'.

Tony: ...Damn it.

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Bloodied and Bruised

Request from Wattpad: I have a request. So the reader was in the middle of a fight on her planet (and losing) when her opponent through her into a portal, and she landed in the middle of the sanctum, bloody and bruised. When she sees Stephen, she gets defensive, but before she can defend herself, she blacks out. Now he has to take care of her to get answers.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Elf!Reader

Warning(s): maybe some slight gore?, battle scene, wounds, maybe some language (lemme know if I missed anything)

The slashing of swords and battlecries were all that could be heard across the land.

Your friends--those that were still alive--were scattered across the field, desperately fighting the weird-looking, pink magical creatures that decided to invade your home planet.

And, to put it plainly: you were losing.

Currently, you were slicing your sword through one of the creature’s throats; its purple blood beginning to pool on the floor. You never thought you’d have to take a life--you were a baker for gods sake.

But here you were, stuck in the middle of a battle, fighting unknown creatures who have come to attack your homeland. Covered in both superficial and concerning cuts and bruises because of it.

But none of it mattered at the moment. You had to protect your home, your friends, your family...well, what was left of them, anyways. Running around the field you managed to spot your next target.

The next opponent was a larger one--at least double your size--and didn’t seem to be paying attention to its surroundings. This was going to be so much fun.

Quickly sprinting towards it, you managed to surprise it by sliding underneath their legs and slicing into its thigh. The creature screamed in rage, then turned and charged at you.

Manoeuvring to the side to escape it’s attack didn’t seem to do much as you thought it would as it managed to slice into your shoulder.

Another one for the collection.

A yelp of pain was all you could get out before it began its attack again. Your swords clashed as you fought with all your might. More injuries were sustained on both sides when fists were brought into play.

A jab to its face; a kick to your ribs; a slice to its stomach. It just kept going and going. This creature was unbeatable. Well, it was until you managed to climb up onto its shoulders and slice its head completely from its body.

There the larger creature’s body laid slain on the floor of the battlefield, its skin bloodied and mangled. You had just killed...whatever that things was. The nightmares that would plague your psyche afterwards were a future problem.

Too focused on the scene in front of you, you didn’t notice the other pink alien coming towards you...until it was too late.

You were picked up and thrown like a javelin through some sort of portal, and landed face first onto some sort of wooden flooring with a thud.

The voices seemed to come to an abrupt stop when you groan. Still stuck in battle mode, you quickly stand back up and get ready to face your new enemy.

In front of you were two creatures. One was a tall, handsome creature who was wearing some sort of cloak, the other was a shorter and older-looking man. Both seemed to be holding what looked to be shields of magic.

A baritone voice startled you, “What master do you serve?”

You drew your sword; an ache running through your body at the quick movement, reminding you of the fact that you were injured.

“Who are you?”

He just rolled his eyes, “What master do you serve?”

You scoffed; another ripple of pain running across your shoulder, “I don’t have to answer to you.”

Just as you were about to attack, golden wisps of magic were thrown at you, and circled around your wrists, joining them together.

“Unhand me you fiends!” You snarled, the pain beginning to become unbearable.

“I’ll ask you one last time: what master do you serve?”

You didn’t even manage to get out a response before the world around you went dark.

Your head was pounding; pain was radiating in waves all over your body. You were afraid to move.

You were distracted from the pain by that baritone voice, “She’s got extensive injuries, she’s lucky she’s not dead.”

Another voice huffed, “She’s your responsibility now, Strange. Nurse her back to health and figure out what she’s doing here.”

You heard, who you presume to be Strange, groan. “It’s not like I have other important things to do.”

You slowly opened your eyes; cringing at the brightness of the room.

“I don’t exactly want to be here, either.”

His (you presumed it was a he) head snapped to you. “You’re incredibly stupid, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

He smiled, “I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, a Master of the Mystic Arts here on Earth.”

You slowly nodded your head, wincing at the pain it brought forth.

“I’m Y/n L/n, Elf of Álfheimr.”

He titled his head to the side, “Are you alright?”

You shook your head, “My head is throbbing, and my whole body is aching.”

He chuckled, “All symptoms of falling out of a portal after a brutal battle.”

Your eyes widened, “My family! I need to get back!”

Standing up, you began to see black spots in your vision. Maybe getting up so soon wasn’t a good idea.

Strange came closer, holding you steady. “What are you doing? Get back on that bed.”

“I need to get back, my family and friends need me.”

He grumbles, “You are in no shape to start moving around. You need to rest.”

You shook your head, ignoring the pain it brought. “No. I need to get back. They could all be dead.”

He frowned, “As soon as you’re better, I’ll help you get back to them. But you need to rest. You need to be at your very best to help them.”

He managed to get you back onto the bed, sleep slowly overtaking you.

“You promise?” You sleepily whispered.

He nodded his head, “I promise.”

Over the next few days you wavered in and out of consciousness. Each time you woke up, Stephen’s face greeted you. He soothed you and helped heal your aches and pains. He was like your guardian angel.

It had now been a few days of you being fully conscious and being able to comprehend the world around you, and it was safe to say that you were getting closer to Stephen.

Currently, you were laying down in your bed, snuggled into Stephen’s side; his arm wrapped around your shoulders. It was nice. He was comforting.

“Y/n, I haven’t wanted to bring it up because it seems to bring you pain, but I need to know how you got here.”

Tears glossed over your eyes as you nodded your head. He had helped you so much, and this was the least you could do to repay him: to ensure him that no threats were coming his way.

So, you told him everything. How you were minding your own business when the screaming began. How these pink aliens invaded your planet and began killing your people. How you, a simple baker, had to fight for your planet, without any sort of proper training.

Words just kept flowing from your lips as you shared the horror that occurred on your home planet. Slowly, Stephen moved to wrap his arms around you, trying to comfort you in any sort of way he can.

“It’s alright, Y/n, just let it all out.”

And you did. The tears that you tried to hide streamed down your face as if some sort of floodgate had been opened. You wept into his chest, clinging onto him for dear life.

You sniffled, “It’s hard not knowing if they’re all okay.”

Stephen kissed your forehead, “They’ll be fine, Y/n. If they’re anything like you, they’ll be fine.”

You got shifted in Stephen’s arms and felt your eyes begin to close. Everything will be okay...Stephen said so.

Hope this is something along the lines of what you wanted :)

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sugarkissesu · 9 months

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Trent with an Alien! Girlfriend

(SFW. Female Terms.)

You crash landed on Earth right into Trent’s backyard, damaging your ship so a return home on that same capsule was null and void. Trent’s mom was the first one to find you, she was petrified of you in your alien form but once you switched to a more human body it changed her perspective of you. When Trent came home from work as a mechanic, his mom broke the news to him that they were taking you in.

Trent sighed as he unlocked the front door of his moms house and opened it. He had a long hard day at work and there was nothing else he wanted to do was take a fat nap until dinner time but, he was bombarded by you sitting down next to his mom on the living room couch.

Trent’s mom was talking your ear off about your planet and home life while you respectful answered all her questions to the best of your ability. Your original blue skin speckled with dark spots has been changed to [skin color] that helped fit you more into a human body. The only thing that was noticeable from your alien form was a long blue that that came out from your lower spine, sensory feathers at the end acting as environmental whiskers.

These whiskers picked up the presence of Trent standing in the doorway, turning your head to him you studied his profound body language as he looked upon you with shock, disbelief, and even wonder at who you are or what you could be. Trent’s mom waved to her son greeting him back home from work.

“Trent meet [Name]. [Name] this is my big-headed son, Trent. Trent she’s going to be a guest in my house so treat her as such, young man.”

Trent couldn’t argue with his mom so he half-heartedly agreed. He didn’t think it would be that bad, how much trouble or headache could an alien cause him? Well, too much for him. You were curious to learn more about humans which in turn made you always ask Trent questions about what he was doing or using.

“And what is this contraption?”

“…A toothbrush.”

“And what does this ‘toothbrush’ do?”

“…Brushes teeth.”

“And may I ask how?”

After a couple of months you blended right into being a human. Minus the tail, you mastered all the mannerisms of humans and even some traits that you learned just from observation. Trent had a tendency to chew ice and you learned from this behavior so you developed a trait of constantly chewing ice. Trent also has a strong tendency to curse a lot which you also learned from. When you first starting cursing you did it in every sentence you spoke after every other word.

You can’t go outside into the general public under the rules that were placed on you by Trent and his mom. They both agreed you weren’t ready to be out in a public space without letting your alien self be shown especially because of your strong colored blue tail. Trent’s mom trusted you to be alone at the house but Trent was more precautious especially if he left his room unlocked. In your curious nature you liked to snoop around and search through the house in a solo game of treasure hunt for human things you couldn’t even fathom of having on your planet.

When your ship was fixed or you were picked up by a ship from your home planet to take you back home, it’s a struggle for Trent and his mom to let you go. They grew a strong bond with you, Trent viewed you as his best friend while his mom had so many plans for you in the future such as buying you a wedding dress or talking to you about baby names when you and Trent were going to give her grandkids. Before you left you promised you’d visit them again in the future and you did.

About five years after you left you visited Trent first, now living in his own place with a growing business in auto-parts. That meeting took extremely long due to Trent wanting to give you a proper welcome home gift.

#sugarsposts #trent boyett #sfw #headcanons #alien!reader #female!reader

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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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i've sent in for some fluff/comfort previously, but what about the other direction? >:)

💙, 💫, 😵‍💫 (maybe both Reader and Pike would be fun! but i'll leave that to you)

have fun! LLAP

Oooh! I have a TERRIBLE idea for this 😈! Thank you for this amazing prompt!! Also for being a good friend! Also for using my super helpful emoji prompts! Let's DO THIS!! 😎

Exolvuntur Terror (Platonic Pike x Reader)

Rating: PG-13 (Mild Gore)

Word Count: 1.9k

Content: Platonic/SFW, GN!Reader, Alien!Reader, Sciences!Reader, artificial time loops, trauma (metaphorical and literal), learning to have faith in yourself, very angsty much tragic, but!! also very hurt/comfort, Una being protective of her bestie, faceless entities with unknown desires SUCK!

Teaser: A selfish and malevolent entity has trapped Captain Pike's mind in a time loop of the Incident that will end his life as he knows it. Spock was badly wounded in the initial confrontation and cannot aid him. So it is up to you, an untrained telepath but a telepath nonetheless, to save him.

“I had to sedate him.” Chapel entered the briefing room, visibly anxious.

“The restraints weren’t doing enough. His muscles were reacting like he’s being thrown by something we can’t see. Delirious, unresponsive to external stimuli, I have never seen the Captain, anyone, like this before. And- and Spock-“ Christine’s voice caught in her throat.

“Spock, we know how to help, and he is stable for the time being. It is the Captain who we need to get sorted out now.” M’Benga reassured her, she took a seat at the table, holding down her distress.

It was very intimidating, you were the only one in the room who wasn’t senior staff, and chances were, knew the Captain the least.

“Whatever scenario these entities are putting the Captain through, it is repeating. Same emotional trauma response from the brain and pain response from his nervous system. Two minute intervals, the nerve reaction pattern suggests a radioactive explosion of some kind.”

“And the good news?” you asked, nervously.

“Luckily his body is not exhibiting the side effects of being irradiated, but his brain and nervous system are responding to the stimulus as though it were real. Like a circuit board, the human nervous system is only able to carry so much before it overloads. Not only that but the brain can only endure so much stress as well. If we don’t find a way to break this cycle soon. There may be very little of Chris left to save.” He finished grimly.

You swallowed hard “Wha- what do you need me to do?”

“We need you to go into his mind, find a way to stop it.” Una replied, deadly serious, every part of her was tense, her gaze, her posture. She was furious, like she’d burst into flame if she could.

“My telepathic abilities are limited sir, I don’t have the training-“

“We wouldn’t ask you if there were any other way.” Una insisted.

“How much risk is there to the Lieutenant? Push comes to shove, I’d rather not lose two officers in one day.” La’an inquired in a measured tone, she shared an intense glance with Number One as she did.

“I don’t know.” M’benga responded.

“There isn’t a single one of us in this room Chris wouldn’t be willing to take that risk for.” Una began.

“Sir, with all due respect you can’t ask-“ Chapel interjected on your behalf.

“I’ll do it.” You eased, quietly, almost involuntarily.

“What?” Half of the room said in unison.

“I… if I’m the only one that can help him. I can’t just… sit by and watch.” you groped for words, for courage “I need to do this, I think. If what you say is true.”

“It is.” the First Officer replied, the edge on her voice was gone, leaving something sentimental interlaced with her obvious concern.

You entered sickbay, coming upon the Captain, he was unconscious, but restless, stricken, white as a sheet, like he was in the throes of a nightmare.

“Help him, please.” The Commander begged.

“I’ll try, I promise I will.” You knew your voice and your body were shaking, but you were determined to see this through.

So you sat at the place made for you beside the biobed, placed your fingertips to the Captain’s temples

And dived.

Smoke, fire, screaming, there was a red alert blaring, metal plating creaked and glass began to crack.

“I got this!” Teenager’s voice, cadet by the looks of it.

“Get out of here! Go!!” There he was! Other cadets fled the scene, the glass continued to crack.

“I can fix it!” She yelled.

“Captain!” You yelled almost in unison with a boy on the other side of the containment field.

He looked up at you startled, good, you could contact him through his mental avatar in this vision.

“Leave it Cadet!” The glass shattered, the cadet was thrown backward, he was trying to drag her to safety.

You instinctively went to help him, but your hands phased through her, you were alien to this scenario, and to his mind.

“It’s Lieutenant Y/N! I’m here to get you out!”

“You- what? Lieutenant?! No, no this is not- you’re not supposed to be here. You have to go, now! It’s not safe!”

“Number One sent me here to save you!”

“What do you-?! But she-! Nevermind! You have to get out of here! That’s an order!”

“But-!”

“I said go!!” He grabbed you by the arm, he could grab you! He tossed you through the doorway into the crowd of panicking cadets.

The explosion consumed the chamber, he slammed against the wall, the burns were awful, he was reaching out for you, the cadets, but he couldn’t pass through the containment barrier.

But you could! You tried to reach for him, to take his hand, be of some comfort. It wasn’t fair-!

You were standing in front of the steps again.

“I got this!”

So this is where the loop starts. Good to know. You couldn’t let yourself get caught up in the moment.

“Captain Pike it’s me! I was sent here to save you, please listen to me!”

“No, no no no no! Una, she promised that she wouldn’t- Get out of here! Leave! Go!” He yelled back to the cadets, looking back at you again, a line of fury in his jaw.

“This isn’t happening right now, it’s not real!” You pleaded, taking his hands

“It will be! It has to be. You don’t understand, you can not save me. Spock is- the galaxy is at stake here!”

“I can fix it!” The girl yells.

“Leave it Cadet!” He jerked away from you, tending to the cadet as after she tumbles.

“I am not worth it, I am only one person. I promise you there is no other way, trust me I tried. Now please, just go!”

This time, the explosion consumes you both, you can only stand and watch from the center of the flames as his half burned body is flung against the wall again.

The loop restarts.

“HI! Before you ask I’m not from the past or future-“

Failure. Explosion. Restart.

“Una had nothing to do with this I promise-“

Failure. Explosion. Restart.

“What do you mean your fate is set in stone?! Nobody can know that-!”

Failure. Explosion. Restart.

Before the words “I got this.” left that stupid kid’s mouth, you put yourself face to face with the Captain. Grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Captain Christopher Pike! Please, hear me! You are going to die if you don’t listen to me! This nightmare that keeps playing in your head is going to eat you up inside until there is nothing left of your mind but this! You won’t be able to save Spock, save the galaxy, or whatever it is you think you’re doing if we keep doing this over and over and over, so please, please listen!”

There were tears streaming down your face now. You didn’t know what else to do, what else to say. You couldn’t make him believe you. You were so tired your metaphysical knees buckled for a moment.

Pike was staring at you, conflicted, anguished.

“I can’t-“ he started, his voice strained, desperate. Looking at the fiery chaos around him.

“-fix this!”

“No, you can’t, but I can. Watch this.”

The glass shattered, and you embraced him, blocking him from the blast with your own body. He began to return it

Then everything went dark.

Strange, the only manifestation of the vision that was able to affect you before was him. This didn’t seem like dying in a fiery blast though.

Pike was frozen in place, now you could phase through him and…

There was something else here, no, someone?

Alright, fine. You had removed the bullet, it was time to stop the bleeding.

“Leave him alone.” You said sternly “Whatever you want from him, whatever it is you’re looking for, it’s not here. I wouldn’t help you find it if I could.”

“Evidently not.” it replied coolly.

“Why would you, how could you do something like this?!” You asked, outraged, the anguish in your Captain’s eyes still burned into your mind.

“I sought to replicate a mineral which cannot be found in this plane of existence. But he is ignorant to it’s exact nature. Now, thanks to your interference, the tracking cycle is broken. He is of no more use to me.” The being stated plainly.

“What are you going to do to us?” You squeaked.

“Nothing. I intend to depart.”

“No wait! Don’t leave him like this!” You attempted to raise a psychic barrier to keep the entity from leaving.

“I have removed the cycle from his memory, but not it’s source, to do so would not only unravel your Captain’s limited perception, but would unravel time.”

“What does that mean?”

“I warn you only once, microbe. Do not inconvenience me again. Farewell.”

It clearly knew you weren’t strong enough to hold it here in Pike’s subconscious, you barely had the strength to stay yourself. It was time to go, who knew what would happen if you lost contact with your body here.

Slowly, achingly, the world beyond the Captain’s mind encroached upon you. Everything hurt, the crest of your brow and your fingertips burned, there were pins and needles down your spine, the muscles around and behind your eyes ached, you were drenched in sweat.

Never in your life had you ever engaged in mental contact like this before, especially not with a Human. Of course, his physiology was not accustomed to such interactions either. You cringed at the first degree burns and nail welts your hands left behind on his temples. But, it was a small price to pay for the Captain’s freedom.

Though you were exhausted, you had the psychic impression that the entity responsible had gone. You were certain you looked a mess, but Pike looked like death warmed over. Fear momentarily seized your chest before his eyes fluttered open. For a moment you’d feared the worst!

“What…?” Pike croaked “What happened?”

The Captain feebly tried to sit up, the restraints prevented it, too exhausted to bother with any further attempt.

“Ugh, feel like I got run over.” He griped, something you were certain was a woeful understatement.

“H- how much do you remember, sir?”

“Went down to the planet” he winced, “something, hit me, and then- wait, where’s Spock?” The Captain looked around, concern overriding the protests of his trembling body.

“Mr. Spock is gonna be fine sir, he’s recovering, just like you are.”

Pike sighed in relief, you didn’t want to distress him any further, but you had to know if the entity had kept it’s word.

“Anything else, sir?”

He furrowed his brow “No, not… really. Why am I-?”

“Restrained? Uh, well, whatever attacked you and Mr. Spock, there were hallucinations. You didn’t hurt anybody! They were more worried about you hurting yourself.”

“Oh, alright.” he half nodded, clearly fighting to stay awake.

“You should rest, sir.” you added, thinking it best to leave.

It hadn’t been a lie, but, it felt ugly. Wanting, maybe needing to hide things from the Captain, after everything. You’d discuss it with Dr. M’Benga first, divulge what was appropriate once the Captain was more stable, you told yourself. Best to debrief your superiors on what had transpired between you and the entity.

What did it mean by “Unravel time”, and what about “the source”? Had the entity drawn from something the Captain had seen before? If it had already occurred, how was he still here? Did it happen to someone else? Did he think it was Spock? Did the entity convince him he had traded places with him somehow?

Whatever it had meant, you hoped that for now, the Captain’s sleep was a nightmare-less one. For his sake, and for yours.

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umbrellafics · 2 years

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Humans?!

Summary: Alien!Reader meets Gunther

a/n: Ethan is Gunther’s assistant bc I said so

You were working in your house. A storm recently came through and destroyed part of your home. You were pretty far away from the nearest city so you were on your own when it came to fixing it. While you were measuring how long your walls were you heard a loud whooshing sound. You looked up and saw a large flying object in the distance. You didn’t recognize it as any of the aircrafts you’ve seen before so you went to ask your friend Wug about it.

Wug was decorating cookies when you went to them about it. They didn’t seem too concerned but went to check after they saw how nervous you were. You decided to watch from a window as you saw Wug look towards the sky. The ship landed a few miles away from your house. You saw Wug walk toward the ship and some creatures walk out of the ship. It was too far away to make out anything so you decided to leave your house and get closer to the action.

As you got closer to the ship you saw Wug talking to the creates in a language you didn’t understand. How does Wug know this language already? One of the creatures with no hair and a small stick in their mouth noticed you approaching and pulled a gun out on you. The creature yelled something before Wug stood in between the two of you and talked to the creature. The creature lowered their weapon and allowed Wug an opportunity to give you a translator.

With a translator intact you can now understand the creatures. You greeted them, nervousness evident in your voice. You bowed, a species neutral greeting according to the USA, and patted the bald creature's head. The bald creature laughed and introduced themself as Gunther, a weapons expert. Gunther introduced you to his research team, a couple of scientists, and his assistant Ethan. You patted their heads (a common greeting in your area) and apologized for scaring Gunther. He laughed and assured you that nothing could possibly scare him.

Once Wug and you felt safe enough you invited the humans into your home. You gifted them some plants and food so they can research it. In return, Gunther and Ethan helped you to finish your house repair.

While working Ethan asked you several questions about your species’ customs and lifestyles. You gladly answered and asked a couple of your own. Afterward, Gunther and his team prepared to leave. Before they went back to their ship Ethan promised to come back soon with more of his people.

You bid them goodbye and watched them leave in their ship and disappear into the night sky. You readied yourself for bed and wondered when Gunther and his team would return. You’re excited to meet more humans and learn more about this new species.

a/n: Thanks for reading if you have a request feel free to send one through my inbox

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specshroom · 1 month

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One thing I love about the Monster x Human dynamic is the possible misunderstandings that come with being separate species.

The possible cultural differences. The awkwardness. Language barriers. Anatomy differences. Maybe they mistake a platonic gesture as romantic or you mistake a romantic gesture from them as platonic.

Maybe you accidentally touch a merperson's gills and they immediately shy away at the unexpected touch. You freak out and apologise because you think you've hurt them while they try and hide their obvious arousal at the intimate touch.

Or an alien whose skin colour changes with their mood. You notice they're always a more reddish colour when near you. When you ask them about it they get even redder and try to make something up while their friends watch and snicker cus they know exactly what that colour means.

You playfully bite your werewolf partner while cuddling and they let out a very erotic groan. Now they have to try and explain to you what marking is to werewolves while also being very horny and embarrassed.

#monsterfucker #monster x reader #monster x human #monster lover #monster boyfriend #alien x human #werewolf #merman #mermaid #alien fucker

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improper-use-of-germx · 5 months

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Not enough alien x human romances with bioluminescence imo. Alien trying SO casually to keep their lights to themselves, but every time you pass by they get so overwhelmed with the need to dazzle you. As enamored as you are with the pretty lightshow they are just as much obsessed with your reaction, trying to gauge your strange human expressions for reciprocation. Not that you don't compliment them outright, but all they can do when you try is glow a different color. PLEASE show them human fireworks, or decorate your room with fairy lights, even if you didn't mean it a declaration of romance they're flashing every color of every rainbow because omg you shared your light with them even though your body isn't capable of doing it in the same way! You have an alien partner now, I don't make the rules.

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the-whispers-of-death · 20 days

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Even aliens aren't immune to the pet rule so

Alien!reader not moving because Monster is sitting on his lap and he doesn't wanna be rude

The 141 taking advantage of this and putting gloves on so they can poke and prod at this otherworldly thing. Meanwhile, Stone is slightly salty his cat is rubbing up all in this random creature

Stone is in fact so salty about Monster being so lovey with you because hello??? You're a random creature and Monster just went "I trust you" which now means Stone has to trust you because he trusts his cat's judgement.

Price and Ghost are both like "Stone, go over and take his blood, we need to understand his alien species as best as we can!"

Meanwhile Gaz and Soap are trying to figure out if you would freak out if they tried to touch you. They just want to know if your skin feels like theirs or if it's a different texture.

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deunmiu-dessie · 14 days

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he misses you. he misses you like a flower misses the sun. like the desert misses the rain. like you are the entirety of his being. as if you hold the key to his fierce, thumping bloody heart within the palm of your hands, like he is nothing without you— and perhaps he isn't. he doesn't feel like himself, no, in fact, he feels empty. like a shell of the man he used to be before you. he feels as though the world has lost its color, its meaning, and it makes him feel bare— it makes him feel.

he misses you. he misses the warmth of your perfume, a sweet and spicy blended aroma of saffron and sugared lavender. he misses your smile, all wide and pretty— genuine and charming, and always all for him. he misses the sound of your laughter, raw and boisterous, but sometimes soft and breathy, intimate. he misses your kisses, shy and cloying— yet fierce and angry at times as well. he misses the small things, like the scatter of moles across the expanse of your body that he finds himself counting when he can't fall asleep. or the way you fuss over him, mumbling curses and your love for him all in the same sentence.

he is nothing without you, and he knows it all too well.

the soft jangle of your keys in the lock makes him look up from his journal, the door swinging open. and despite himself, he finds that he's softened underneath your warm, loving gaze. ah, he also misses the sound of your voice, euphonious and soft, a tone you use for him specifically.

❝why are you looking at me like that?❞

he can feel his heart dance within his chest, pounding fiercely as you slant your hip to the side, the very same hips he adores holding onto when swaying with you to music. your eyes, which always seem to sweep him under with their intensity with no fail, are glittering with mirth, it knocks the breath from his chest. ❝ i adore you,❞ he utters— he sounds like a fool in love, and he doesn't particularly mind it. your cheeks flush with color and you playfully roll your eyes. that's alright, you don't need to say it back, he knows.

❝help me with the groceries?❞

he? ⸺ SIMON, gojo satoru, DAMON SALVATORE, soap, older!TANJIRO, scott mccall, GAZ, clark kent, EMMETT CULLEN, leon kennedy, STEVE HARRINGTON, giyu tomioka, JOHN PRICE, loran, ULYSSES, rick grimes, KÖNIG, dick grayson, SPENCER REID.

honestly it can be anyone you envision.

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werecreature-addicted · 7 months

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Oviposition with alien bf??? What would the process be like? And what does it feel like for both you and him?

His cock is a good size... almost human-like, save for the blue color and the pointed tip. There is a slit in the head of his dick wide enough for you to push two fingers inside of him if you had the impulse to do so. Wide enough for his eggs to push through into you.

People from his world don't really have recreational sex. They breed. he's enamored by the human Idea of fucking. He watches, enraptured as you moan and squirm in pleasure as he toys with your cunt. Human genitalia is fascinating, soft, and warm whereas his skin is slick and cool to the touch. He can't help but think that your human cunt- temperate and inviting would be the perfect place to lay his clutch.

He pushes into you in one fluid motion- his cock firm but still malleable, filling you like water. Your back is to his chest, one leg over his hips. Once the tip of his cock is pressed against your cervix he doesn't really thrust into you, but he'll stroke your clit lovingly since it's something you need for your human sex rituals.

"ready?" he asks, waiting for your consent. you nod. You feel thin tentacles press against your cervix, pulling you open. it's an odd feeling- painful but in the best way possible. His tentacles fuck you open until the tip of his cock can fit into you, fucking your womb directly.

You gasp and squirm but his arms are wrapped around you like a vice. keeping you locked on his cock. He whispers soothingly as he toys with your clit.

you can feel the base of his cock thicken as the first egg moves into you. He makes you cum at least three times as he fucks his clutch of eggs into you, once all of the eggs are pact into you he floods your womb with his cum, fertilizing them, and leaving you looking six months pregnant.

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obsessivevoidkitten · 7 months

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Alien Escape

Male Alien Yandere × Gender Neutral Reader

(CW: Noncon, oviposition, breeding, overstimulation, crying, fear, minor character death, weird alien dick, minor mentions of medical experimentation (NOT on reader), alien, implied abduction, general yandere behavior)

Word Count: 680

(Just something I typed up on my phone because it was in my head and demanded to be written, a nice little mini-fic. Hope you enjoy!)

Tears streamed down your face, and your legs burned and ached from running so fast through the labyrinthine halls. Your frenzied footsteps on the cold tile floor were completely drowned out by the incessant blaring of the alarms.

When you slipped and broke the containment field, you had doomed everyone.

At last, you had made it to the exit. But it was covered by a heavier metal door with no handle.

Of course. The entire site was on lockdown now.

Maybe you could double back and hide in one of the abandoned rooms. If they weren't sealed off by now, too.

You ran off down a side corridor, but it was a dead end. Maybe it wouldn't come this way since it wasn't the way out.

Suddenly, the alarms and all the lights turned off. Probably sucked dry due to the escaped alien's ability to absorb energy.

You huddled into a corner in the darkness, nothing visible.

Then you saw light. Coming from far down the hall. The pale sickly green glow of the alien slowly approaching.

When he entered your field of view fully you gasped. He had a struggling Colonel Hughs in his arms, a hand over his mouth.

The alien slowly walked towards you and as he did so, he impaled Hughs with a spike that protruded from his wrists causing the colonel to rapidly age before turning to dust.

The alien had absorbed his life force.

It was humanoid, but had no eyes, nose, or mouth. Scars from "research" littered his body. Its wrist spike retracted back into itself as it slowly stepped towards you.

His strange ribbed cock poking out of his genital slit and lengthening as he approached.

It looked slimy and writhed as if with a will of its own. All while glowing with the same green light the rest of his body did.

You cowered and sobbed. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die.

And you weren't going to.

The alien had no intention to hurt you. He wanted you to be his incubator.

Out of all the people in the facility you were the only one he sensed any sympathy from. And no ill will. He only sensed regret and anxiety whenever your gaze landed on him.

It was the only modicum of kindness he experienced while being captured, contained, and experimented on.

He clung to it, focused on it. It was a lifeline for him.

And when you broke the containment unit he was housed in, he was convinced you had been purposefully trying to free him.

As he loomed over you, he could sense your fear. He gently wiped your tears away with his prehensile cock before pulling you up, turning you around, and pulling your pants down.

Yes~

This would do perfectly as a receptacle for his egg.

You begged and babbled, sure that he was about to turn you into dust.

When his slimy dick worked its way into you the noises you were making progressed into screams.

He put his hands carefully on your fragile human hips as his priggle writhed all around inside you, causing you to squirm and moan involuntarily in pleasure.

If he had a mouth your alien mate would have cooed at that sound.

The alien's dick molded itself to your inside perfectly, to kiss every little fold of your intimate depths, leaking viscous goo as it did so.

After your tenth forced orgasm from your otherworldly lover your legs finally gave out and he had to hold you close as he pumped one final time into you.

He deposited a large egg inside causing your tummy to bulge out, quite beautifully in his opinion.

The creature put his hand on your head and used his abilities to make you fell into a well earned sleep.

Green slime leaked from your entrance and down your legs when he pulled out of you.

It was a good thing you were a janitor, because once he had you back on his home world you'd be dealing with this mess daily.

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heartfullofleeches · 6 days

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[Yan Scientist approaches Slime Reader's cage]

"Doctor! Keep your distance! That creature's slime dissolves clothing as if it were tissue paper."

[Slime darling looks around their cage before pointing at themselves]

Slime Reader: ???

[They make eye contact with the scientist - opening their arms wide for a hug despite the walls of thick glass between them]

Slime Reader: :D <3

Yan Scientist: Everyone out of the lab.

"Doctor-"

Yan Scientist, messing with the keypad wired to the slime's cage: Emergency testing - everyone out of this room right fucking now.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere text #yandere scientist #alien reader #Slime reader

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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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Hey!! For a request could you do captain pike reacting to a Klingon deflector trying to seek asylum on the enterprise, and maybe how his relationship with the Klingon develops after they are accepted into the crew? Thankyou!!

Oh man good news my friend I am on such a hardcore Klingon kick right now you've got NO idea! TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO LIVE! 😎

The Wind Respects No Fool (Platonic Pike x Klingon!Reader)

Rating: E for Everyone (Klingon cuss word)

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: SFW/Platonic, GN!Reader, Alien!Reader, Klingon!Reader, SNW!Pike, Protective!Pike (non-violent), wary strangers to friends arc, my favorite Kahless quote, Klingon politics from the perspective of Klingon peasantry, spoilers for Discovery seasons 1 and 2.

Teaser: Your home destroyed in the crossfire of a skirmish between clans, to neither of which your people belonged. Wandering for over a year, now alone and adrift in a damaged shuttle in Federation space. You had only one option left to you, seek what Humans call political "asylum" aboard a starship called Enterprise.

It pleased you to think of how many Klingons would sling insults upon you and howl and spit at your feet for what you have survived today. It may always be a good day to die, but this day was a better one to live.

They hadn’t even attacked you, or taken you prisoner (at least not yet). Good, you were in no mood to endure dishonor today. Only their crimson clad fighters came to your sides as you exited the shuttle. Your home of two deafeningly lonely weeks of solitude, and over a year of aimless wandering. All of which had brought you to this place.

You stood tall, though you drew no weapon you would rather die than allow them to disarm you. It was then that there Captain arrived. You weren’t about to sully your tongue with a Human epitaph, so you simply said.

“I speak for no Klingon but myself, I have no house, no clan, and I am no enemy.”

“Alright, ‘no enemy’, my name’s Captain Christopher Pike. Could you tell us exactly what a Klingon is doing this far into Federation space?”

“I have come to seek asylum.” As-ai-loom, the word was foreign in your mouth.

“From who?”

“From my own kind, Captain.”

You were escorted to the Captain’s Ready Room.

“With all due respect I’m not leaving you in there with an armed Klingon!” The human female called Noonien-Singh protested.

“It is for ceremonial purposes only.” You tried to reassure her.

“Well we’re not taking it away from them without a fight, and you can monitor us from the outside.” The Captain tried to persuade as if he hadn’t the power to strike her down. Curious.

“I offer you an intermediate solution.” You placated, gently placed the knife at the center of the Captain’s desk. “It will not be parted from me, but of equal distance between myself and your Captain. I could stab him, but not if he stabs me first.”

The Captain and his protector exchanged a curious look. He raised his eyebrows, she glared between you and backed down.

“I’ll still be keeping an eye.”

Once she departed, the two of you took a seat.

“What do you mean when you say you want asylum from your own people? Are you wanted for criminal charges?”

“No. I am not. I am merely a survivor of an honorless battle.”

“How do you mean?”

“The clans spent the death throes of T’Kuvma’s war fighting amongst themselves… My home, was caught between them.”

The human leaned back in his chair, contemplating.

“Is there anyone else who might feel like you do? Do you know who was responsible?”

“No, and no, I know only they were Klingon, and… there is no one else left.”

“My condolences, but with all due respect, is there any way to corroborate what you’ve told me?”

“If you wish to tread into our peoples’ borders to find the scorched chunks of moon where my colony once stood, be my guest. If not, the logs within my shuttle, and my word, are all I have to offer.”

“Forgive me, but in my experience I find it a little difficult to believe a Klingon would-“

“Turn away their own kind? If you think those child murdering, quarrelsome petaQs are my kind. You are sorely mistaken!”

“I meant no offense, but, I mean, well, the war is over, your people aren’t fighting amongst themselves anymore. Chancellor L’Rell-“

“Is a petaQ as well! She rules only by clinging to the memories of a deceiver and his noble martyr. I have little faith in her rule. It has already cost her her infant son, and her traitorous human plaything.”

“Now hold on a minute, you gonna let me get a word in edgewise or-“

“No! I will not! This is the path I have chosen, I have come to you, the Federation. There is no honor, no peace, in turning back! Now or ever again.”

“Alright, understood.” He sighed, you could see he did not understand. It was time to make him do so.

“There is no hope of stability, let alone glory for my people. Not until long after I am gone. Our way, the wisdom of Kahless, will remain lost until we relearn a child’s lesson!”

“What lesson is that?” The human Captain asked in a soft tone.

This new eagerness to listen surprised you. You fully expected a warrior’s death when you’d arrived here, revenge on your people for theirs. But as you were learning, this Human was no Klingon. He hadn’t even glanced at your blade once, not even when you angered him.

“That the wind does not respect a fool.”

He nodded as though there were ever a piece of human wisdom that could possibly equate to that of Kahless.

“Meaning?” Yet he still wishes you to elaborate! If only the Great Houses were so wise. It was a pity you were so low-born, and that he was no Klingon.

“If you stand alone in the storm, looking for glory in an endless battle, you die, nothing is won. You tend to the home, you shelter there, you build a fortress that can withstand any assailant, you live, if war or storm comes again, you will be ready to die for your home gloriously. Qo’nos should be that home, instead it is a squabbling ground, no better than a defiled temple.”

“You’re worried that the Empire is going to keep collapsing under its own weight over and over again.” He replied, the wisdom you had imparted visibly sinking into his disturbingly smooth skull.

“Precisely! The animal that only eats and never sleeps will burst without ever knowing peace. It makes no distinction between food or friend or foe, it only consumes. That. That is who my people have become, and we slaughter each other in droves over petty grievances, it is dishonorable. T’Kuvma was a fool, he planned his crusade in the wrong order. If he really was Kahless returned, he would have united us first! Restored Qo’nos’s Great Houses first! Then launched his campaign! Then we would have destroyed you!” you laughed, hearty and bitter, at the strange world that could have been.

Ah, perhaps this human Captain had some sense after all. As you chuckled at the prospect of oblivion. It was then that he finally glanced at the well-loved knife between you.

“But if we had, we would still have learned nothing. We would have continued to eat like some bloated, spoiled Targ.”

“You’re irreverence is uh… duly noted.” He could not seem to stop himself from cracking a smile.

“I only honor those who I believe deserve it.”

“I can see that.” He laughed. You sensed, despite both of your better judgements, that you were starting to like each other.

“In the meantime, I’ll have quarters arranged, under guard, at least until we can verify your shuttle logs. You understand.”

“Will this be for your people’s protection or my own Captain?”

“I think you know the answer to that one.”

And so you were escorted away by his small and ferocious scarlet warrior.

In the weeks that passed the crew of this vessel loosened its gaze and grip upon you. Though wary eyes followed you wherever you tread, and the debates as to where you could be safely sent were many and arduous.

It often felt as though you could find no place here. Humans were slower to hate than Klingons, but the war had given them scars akin to your own. Without the benefit of knowing not all Klingons felt the way those who had slaughtered both of your kin did.

Yet the Captain was always there when time permitted. He called it an “unprecedented chance for cultural exchange”. You told him of your most precious traditions, stories of Kahless, shared memories and no small amount of unsolicited opinions.

In return, he showed you a great deal of human knowledge, of wisdom and cultures and empires within his own that mirrored yours. Of Vikings and Romans and Mongols, of Greek epics and Shakespeare.

You wished that you had time to save the digital knowledge from your colony, so he could better understand from more than just your words. But they would have to do, regardless, he seemed eager to listen.

Still the aching need to be among your people remained, even if you could find none who would understand you as he did.

“You have such an interesting perspective Y/N. You remind me of another very wise Klingon I know. Have you ever considered… becoming a monk?” He offered, looking out at stars familiar to him, but not to you.

“No, I had not.” The words struck with a piercing clarity. As if someone, perhaps even Kahless, was calling to you. You barely heard the words that followed.

“On Boreth, the monks only serve Kahless, not even the Chancellor has power over them. I could pull some strings and get you there, if you wanted. I know it’s hard, being alone out here.”

“…Yes. I think I would like that very much. But I am not alone, Captain Pike, and I thank you for it.”

So your discreet pilgrimage to Qo’nos’s moon began. Captain Pike insisted upon accompanying you. Almost distrustful of the men he had asked for this favor.

Though you needed no protection, it seemed to him, dishonorable, to leave you alone with them. It was a shame really, he would have made a very good Klingon. Your people were in great need of good Klingons right now.

At last you arrived in orbit of your destination, it was time to part ways with the Captain, Christopher Pike… your friend.

“I honor you, Christopher Pike.” you turned to face him, feet planted firmly on the transporter pad.

He blinked a few times, recalling a feeling between nostalgia and despair. This was a more difficult task than you had expected as well.

“Thank you, you too. Oh, and Y/N, do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Tell Tenavik… that I say hello.”

“Who?” You asked as the transporter beam began to consume your vision, but not before you saw him wink.

Just like that, your friend was gone. It was time to start your new life here, on Boreth.

You hoped that one day, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not while either you or Pike still lived, but someday. Humans and Klingons will be better companions. If you had learned anything aboard that ship.

It was that nothing is impossible.

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