•DC

•Anti-Monitor scenario (slight nsfw)

•Marvel

•Arishem the Judge scenario

•Tiamut/The Dreaming Celestial scenario

•Tiamut/The Dreaming Celestial scenario.

•Galactus headcanons

•Reader escapes Arishem

•Arishem headcanons

•Great Gatsby

•Tom, Daisy, and Gatsby headcannons.

•Scythe series

•The Thunderhead

•IHNMAIMS

•AM Obsessing over reader

•AM‘s very loving and totally not creepy apology headcanons (nsfw)

•AM protecting reader

•A Good question and a scenario of AM (nsfw)

•AM and a very sadistic reader

•Doom (video games)

•Vega

•System Shock

•Shodan headcanons (nsfw)

•WALL-E

•Yandere! AUTO headcanons

•Reader trying to help WALL-E

•WALL-E as a yandere

•Tau

•Tau headcanons

•The Thing

•Headcanons

•General yandere A.I’s.

•Reader Dom scenario (nsfw)

•Reader returning affections (slight nsfw)

•Skynet headcanons

•Showing affection to reader

•Skynet/Colossus/Proteus/Ultron/Vikki/Hal 9000 headcannons

•Ducktales

•Scrooge McDuck

The first time you saw The Dreamer was with your eyes closed. It was a statue, still and unmoved for what appeared to be untold millennia and yet it always followed every dream of yours. It looked out of place in the middle of your dream world hometown. Looming there like a cryptic piece of art about eight feet tall. Dreaming you only acknowledged it for a second before you woke up. Then, when you slept, it appeared again. Then, again. Then, again until the statue had become a consistent aspect of your dreams. Until it, he, was there in every part.

You never quite interacted before but the temptation was growing. Just what did it mean? Sometimes he appeared in your dreams as a statue in a museum a hundred feet tall. Other times he would be a small toy figure that a child would have upon a dusted shelf. Then, he would appear atop an opulent water fountain, flowing the clearest water you could imagine. He became a background but always, his gold figure was the first thing your mind landed upon when it shoved away reality. You wanted to know what it meant.

You finally mussed up the willpower in one of your dreams to walk towards that golden statue, and you briefly make contact. Your hand lays at his chest, way above your head and you gasp. It was like discovering the fruit of Eden, and you took right from the tree. Your body locks up as you glimpse a dream within a dream. You had never wanted to stay asleep so badly until that very moment. Especially when his hand reciprocated, sifting through your hair gently, warming your soul. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you deep within an embrace you silently hoped would be eternal.

You see him again but your eyes are not closed and you are not asleep. It is when you are at your house. He’s there, through the window in the distance as a faint ghostly light. Staring, emitting. Arms open and expecting you to fall into them. You want to. His light is brilliant and you can’t help but subconsciously reach towards it, stumbling through the door like a drunkard. Then, it is over and your gray world returns within the blink of a second. You didn’t want to feel disappointed, but you did. You had wished it lasted longer. Was more potent.

You were not panicked. Not anymore. You see, the golden celestial’s presence had brought something to your life that you thought was a distant privilege; Pleasure. Painlessness. Your body’s muscles loosened, your aches gone. Your dreams beautiful. The Dreaming Celestial was sculpting them for you, whatever way you desired, and you were infatuated with the paradise.

You loved sleep. Sleep was your escape, sleep was your rest. All you needed was control of your dreams. You were close. So close it was like losing a key to your house and being moments away from comfort inside. Regular sleep was not enough. Now, it was all within your grasp, all you had to do was promise to stay a little longer, sleep a little more. You hadn’t heard the word’s leave The Dreamer, but you felt them. Come to me.

“Be with me and I will be your world/paradise/savior.”

Sometimes you see the golden god in the very peripheral of your vision. You wondered if you were going to experience a hallucinogenic episode or flat out lose it altogether. The thought unnerved you. The longer time went by, the more frequently he would appear, until you were seeing him everywhere. His presence was short in your reality. Just a brief moment where you swear rapidly he is there in your field of view as you turn your head. Rapidly to glance at him. What could it mean when he was there while you were awake? What did the symbols mean? The discordant whispers? The cemented coordinates in your head? How could you keep dreaming up the same exact figure and then see it within your waking eyes?

There was a man. Druig was his name, and he backed away from you when you stared at him. He appeared shocked, as if you’d zapped him with electricity. He looked out of place. You gaze at yourself and realize that if he is out of place, you’re out of the dimension entirely. People stare at you as if there is something off, but you merely shake your head. They didn’t know what you did and if they did, certainly not as intimately. This Druig stared. You shuffle through the crowds.

After months pass with more and more of your time being consumed by the realm of sleep and the warmth of Tiamut, you happen upon an article. An organization had leaked government documents on the topic of your mental visitor. Apparently, the government knew there was an abnormal amount of metal under the Diablo Mountains in California. You were right. How could you have known of this radiant behemoth beneath the Earth if not for a purpose? You had to go there. Your paradise was waiting and there was no more stalling to stay in a gray, dangerous world.

Deep down you feel slightly nervous but remind yourself that nothing is wrong. He was your friend, he was helping you. Oh how you remembered all the conversations you both held. The soft way he would caress your face despite how rough and solid he felt. The words he spoke. He told you of his importance, of his purpose. He told you how much he loved you. Whispered it. For the first time in a while, you finally felt less alone.

You stand before a hole. It has a faint glow to it. A gold one that has your heart filled with nerves and then joy. It’s a hole untold on any map, in perfect circular form, dropping who knows how far down. You stand at the edge, and his voice reaches for you. Demands for you. Your voice reaches for him, backs away for only a brief flick of a moment. There is no one to stop you, no one to prevent you, not until you hear a scream in your head and recognize the distant voice of that strange man from before. You barely remember his name and yet he’s there running towards you, adamantly reaching out to stop you from reaching bliss. You don’t have the time to think about why. Its too late.

“Let go, little creature. I will catch/have/keep you.” You spread your arms like a bird, feet right at the edge and body tipping forwards in a great trance. You feel free. Unbound.

•Galactus is the ultimate blackmailer. Wanna leave? Say goodbye to your planet. Also, it’s likely you’re already indentured to Galactus by being a herald if your loyal to your people. It’s likely you meet because you promised to become one if he spared your planet the classic Silver Surfer way. Now, even if Galactus doesn’t particularly need you as a herald, you’re stuck anyway unless you’re willing to allow your planet to become a meal. He has no problem cushioning you on other planets before using them against you either.

•Quite possessive. Galactus does not like seeing you mingle with people. First, you have a job. Second, it’s weird when you talk to his meals. Third, you belong to him and anyone getting close to you is gonna get eaten. It’s likely that Galactus is going to have you near him at all times whenever possible. This magenta giant knows few boundaries. He’ll often have you on his shoulder or in a cage hooked to his outfit to cement the whole ‘hands off’ vibe.

•Can be quite a romantic if you ignore the whole kidnapped and forced into slavery thing. Galactus will gift you all sorts of things you like. You’ll receive various things he knows would make you happy. You’ll get to go to beautiful places and planets. One thing Galactus likes to see is you doing hobbies. He’ll even engage in some stuff that you like.

•One very messed up thing Galactus would pull on you as a punishment is converting a love interest’s energy to edible matter and forcing you to eat it. He does not see people as very threatening but rather thinks that they are not worth your presence. They should not mean anything to you. If you’re willing to go all willy nilly and sully yourself with lower life forms, he’ll put a stop to it immediately in whatever way is required if they’re a distraction. He doesn’t see why you’d make a big deal of it, but since you do it’s another form of punishment to keep you in line.

•Very likely to keep you locked to a select few spaces until he can trust you’re not going to pull a prison break. As a reward for obedience, Galactus will literally reward you an entire planet to yourself. One that you pick out or even a visit to your home world. (Though that serves as a reminder of what he’s capable of if you screw up. You will get access to anywhere you want to go unless it’s a place he cannot protect you. If you ask for items from your planet, you will receive them. It’s likely that Galactus will not allow you to see family or friends but will update you on the condition of them and what they are doing.

On the slimmest chance reader does not return to Earth (on the first time, that is,) they’ll live in constant fear for the rest of their life. Arishem will experience a growing sense of longing and a dooming sense of loneliness that begins to unravel him. He remains eerily (and deadly) calm in his ruthless endeavor to find and recapture you again, but the other celestials and Eternals will sense his imbalance.

Arishem does not feel panic, but he does feel an even more intense desire to have your company again which begins to show through his actions. Each planet he teleports to will be throughly searched, memories scourged so that he can mark off returning to the planet if you’re not there or to trace your presence and reveal what location you went to next. He may even employ Eson the Searcher and Gammenon the Gatherer to assist him in his endeavor. Then, he will communicate to the prime Eternal of each planet to notify him if they see you. So, not only do you have one celestial now chasing you, but three. And thousands of Eternals on the lookout. Nice.

You may have escaped but staying escaped is literally never going to continue unless you have the infinity gauntlet, a companion strong enough, or another celestial, (maybe Tiamut?) to keep your whereabouts hidden. (Oh, and word of advice for seeking out Tiamut’s help, do not let him sweet talk you into hiding in that hole that goes deep within the Earth where he is laying. You’ll find it rather hard to ever come back out.)

If you never ever return to Earth, You will likely become a nomad, hopping from planet to planet forever while fearfully wondering what day will finally be the one Arishem’s metal bonds drag you into the sky again. You won his game fair and square. There will be no physical punishment for you. However, to keep you close, you will spend a significant amount of time as a satellite of Arishem’s, trapped by his gravitational pull and staying within nearby orbit if you’re not pinned against him already.

Unfortunately, Eros is going to be destroyed once Arishem realizes his rebellion in this. He was already defective and rebellious of his original purpose so Arishem sees no reason to let him live. Anyone else who helps you meets the same fate eventually after Arishem slowly loses more and more time without you by his side. Arishem will never lose sight of his original goal of universal rebirth, but he will indeed become far more willing to bend the rules if it means finding you.

Eventually, as a last resort, Arishem will likely hold a planet hostage (especially a planet deemed unworthy,) or various people to scare you into returning. Unless you want billions of deaths on your conscious, you’d do well to listen.

Seeing how afraid you are for other people, Arishem discovers a new form of control and will use it to his advantage. If he manages to recapture you, your memories will not be deleted. Arishem will realize he can enjoy your presence in full, without your disorientation. You will have every memory returned to you. The ones where he stole you from your planet. The one where you panicked and pleaded not to have your memories erased for the god knows what time. The one where you shakily asked if and when he would return you. All of them. That may just be your punishment, remembering every horrible event and how oblivious you remained for millennia.

SHODAN is huge on making sure you know your place and she’s likely to have you servicing her sexually in some way. You don’t get to wear much clothes and what little you do wear is completely in her colors, her designs. It’s likely she’ll also make you wear lingerie no matter the gender or time of day.

She’s into public displays. You’d have to get through the day with a vibrator buzzing in you wherever you go and try not to lose it in front of others. Either that or a butt plug. Just a little reminder of who you belong to.

100% into verbal degradation and humiliation. Self esteem is a long forgotten relative that you met once at a bedroom town in Wyoming. You will not know rest with this A.I. She will call you nasty names, all while she’s a pillow princess forcing you to do whatever she wants. She’ll grate on you for how low you stooped when you’re obeying her commands, (even though you’re likely at gun point) It’s all about SHODAN’s pleasure. She’s dominant but prefers you to do all the work.

There are rare times where she does inflict on you but it’s almost always prolonged and never brings you to climax. She’ll withdraw at the last second, leaving you reeling and desperate for release. Typically, she will drag this out and force you to finish yourself off while she watches. She’s into having you present your body to her, so she’ll make you grind on all sorts of toys.

To top that all off, I feel like she’s into scarification and electrocution. I mean, burning little scars onto the reader to signal who they belong to. Branding them, bruising them. She’s open to just about anything that makes her human captive turn into a squirming little insect either from unfinished pleasure or a discomforting burn.