#vaako x reader

The two of you hung out almost everyday, creating a small relationship between one another. With each day spent with him, something deep down began to brew. Feelings for the Necromonger. Vaako felt the same way about, but the two of you were afraid to admit your feelings for one another.

Neither one of you would know the outcome if you admitted your feelings after a long time. You’ve kept them hidden for so long, until one night.

Vaako was pacing around in the city’s center. Both of you agreed to meet up for a night out and what time. He was there, but you weren’t. The agreed time was 7PM. He got there beforehand to meet up with you. Once 7PM came, you didn’t. 

Still pacing around, he looked up at the city center’s clock tower. It was 7:38 PM now. Something isn’t right, his mind told him. Averting his gaze from the clock tower, he began looking around the center. 

His Necromonger comrades were also there, either hanging out with one another or going out on a date. A hole began to form inside of his chest. This doesn’t feel right. I have to go see her. Now, his mind was racing around.

Vaako knew where you lived, since you’ve brought him over to your place several times. Your place wasn’t far from the city center, but it felt longer for him as he quickened his pace.

You were up in your bathroom getting ready. All your hair done up and in your finest evening dinner dress. A shimmering silver blue that matched with Vaako’s Necromonger armor. You were rushing through, as you were running late to meet up with Vaako.

Using a steady hand, you slowly applied the eyeliner onto your upper then lower eyelid. Blinking several times to make sure something didn’t get in. After checking for another minute, you gave yourself a little smile in the mirror.

Snapping the cap back onto the eyeliner pencil, you dropped it back into your makeup bag, zipped it, and placed it back under the bathroom counter. Checking one last time in the mirror, you gave yourself another smile.

“Going out I see,” you turned around quickly to see him standing there in the doorframe between the bedroom and bathroom. It looked like he just came home from his job. Grease stains were splattered all over his face and uniform, except his arms and hands.

“Yeah,” you finally said to him, “going out with some friends for the night and I’m already running late.” You lied, moving past him and switching the light off. Both your handbag and shoes were sitting upon the bench that sat at the foot of the bed.

Quickly you grabbed the shoes and slipped each foot into them. Then picking up the handbag, slinging it across your shoulder. The only thing left to grab was your jacket from the desk chair.

Hastily putting your arms through the sleeves and onto your shoulders. As you were about to descend down the stairs, he grabbed you by the arm with a very irritated look on his face. 

“You’re seeing him aren’t you?” He asked in a deeply serious tone. “What are you talking about? It’s just some friends of mine,” you snapped back at him a little, removing your arm from his harsh grasp. “‘Just some friends of mine’.” He said, mocking you in a way. “Are you really spending the night with the girls or just him?”

Him? He must be talking about Vaako. But how would he know about Vaako? You made very sure not to mention him or be seen with him in public spaces. Something felt off with this. “You wanna know how I know about you two,” he said in a very bitter tone. “I saw you and your ‘friend’ together one night. You didn’t think I would know about you two? Well, I know enough that you’re cheating on me with him.”

Okay he was starting to get aggressive now. It was never good when he gets aggressive. Even towards you. He was going to lose it soon. Best to leave now, before something really bad happens. Turning your back towards him, you started down the stairs again with a quickened pace. 

“Hey, where do you think you’re going,” asking you in an aggravated tone. “Out!” You snapped back angrily. “I’m already late as it is and I don’t want to stay here arguing with you. All you do is push me and others around, because of your fucking attitude. Vaako isn’t like that towards me. He doesn’t treat me like a piece of shit like you do almost everyday and is very gentle. You’re nothing more than a fucking creep.”

At this point, you felt your blood boiling within your skin as you raced down the stairs and out through the front door. The mixture of humidity and nighttime greeted you as you came rushing outside. You carefully and quickly walked down the front porch steps. The sound of your shoes echoing against the brick walkway.

Opening the front garden gate, you walked onto the street and started walking away. As you did, you were grabbed by the wrist. His grip tighter than the last.  “Don’t you dare walk away from me you fucking bitch,” he spat in your ear, “you’re not going anywhere.”

You struggled beneath his grasp, trying to free yourself in the process. “Let go of me you fucking asshole,” you said as you continued to struggle. “No. You’re staying right here with me and away from him. I don’t know what you see in him, but you belong with me.”

He was getting more and more physical, to the point of his fingers digging deeply into your arm. Pain shooting up your arm. “He’s everything that you’re not,” you snapped back at him. Anger rushed through his veins now and he’s going to lose it. “Why you little-”

“Hey! What’s going on here,” a familiar voice quickly cut through high tension. Turning to look over your shoulder, you were completely stunned to see who was standing there. Vaako. He wasn’t in his usual Necromonger armor. Instead he was in formal military uniform for special occasions. You were both stunned and relieved to see him.

“Vaako, what are you-” you cried out in pain when your arm was yanked harder. Concern and anger washed over Vaako’s face as he stepped closer. “So you’re Vaako.” your boyfriend spat out, “heard a lot about you around here.” Pulling you closer to him and away from Vaako. He smelled of sweat and oil, making your nostrils burn.

“That you have.” He said in a calm manner. Vaako was shifting his jaw around. “From what I heard. You’ve been seeing my girl for a while. Let me tell you something buddy. SHE’S MINE YOU HEAR. SHE’S MY GIRL!” Raising his voice to the point of shouting.

You were getting very uncomfortable and scared now. Flashing your eyes towards Vaako, pleading for help. Vaako understood and began walking up closer to you. Feeling his grip getting tighter and tighter around your arm, as Vaako was getting closer and closer. Wincing at the searing hot pain shooting up and down.

Towering over both of you, Vaako felt like a shadow looming. “Who says she’s yours?” Vaako asked in a deeply serious tone. His hazel eyes searing, with hot rage. For a moment, you felt fear coursing through your boy friend’s body. This is the first time seeing him afraid.

Without thinking, your boyfriend let go of you and tossed you aside hastily. You fell backwards and onto your side. You winced again, rubbing your very sore arm. 

“I say so. She’s mine and she belongs to me.” He said, while pointing a finger in Vaako’s face. This isn’t going to end well, you thought to yourself. “She doesn’t belong to anybody else. She doesn’t deserve you. Not one bit. Why don’t you get the fuck out of here and away from us.”

“Let me tell you something,” Vaako said bluntly, “(Y/N) deserves much better. The first time I met her, I felt something. I didn’t know at first, until it finally came to me. She’s like nobody else I’ve ever met. She is everything to me. The way you treat (Y/N) is very disgusting and it irks me to the fullest. I’ve never seen a common breeder like yourself treat her with such disgust. Not giving her anything in return, but with abuse and stone cold malic. You’re nothing to her and you’re very much well beneath me. There’s one thing to say. I love (Y/N).”

Vaako loves you? You felt your heart flutter all of a sudden. Vaako was admitting his feelings for you right here right now. Everything was happening so fast, your heartbeat was growing faster. Anger and fury ran through your boyfriend’s whole face. “Alright that’s it. You are going to regret everything. I’m going to teach you, you fucking-” 

He balled his hand into a tight fist and was about to strike him in the face, but Vaako caught it. Then he started to twist his wrist around in the opposite direction. Your boyfriend’s face began to twist and grimace in great pain, while Vaako remained calm. You could hear small popping noises as he continued to twist it around.

As he tried to break free of Vaako’s grasp with his free hand, Vaako grabbed him by the throat at a fast pace. With all his pure strength, Vaako lifted him up with both hands and threw him over several feet like a rag doll. The sound of his body crashed against metal cans and went limp. The force of the throw knocked him out cold.

Your mouth hung open seeing what just unfolded in front of your eyes. Vaako dusted himself off and fixed his formal attire up. Then he walked over to you to see if you were alright. “Are you alright (Y/N),” he asked while kneeling down to your level and extending his hand out for you.

“Yes,” you finally said, “I’m fine. Thank you Vaako.” Grabbing a hold of his hand, Vaako placed his other one on your back and slowly helped you up off the ground. Vaako looked over you, to make sure there weren’t any cuts or bruises left behind.   

“Vaako. You love me?” The question making you blush, looking at him. Vaako gave you a sad smile, with tears in his eyes. “Yes I do (Y/N).” You let out a small gasp, covering your hand over your mouth. “Oh Vaako,” you softly whispered.

“I didn’t know how to tell you (Y/N). I was so afraid of what to say. I also fear being rejected by you. I could not handle your rejection. I couldn’t live with that forever. I just ca-” You cut off Vaako by lifting yourself up, pressing your lips against his. The warmth filling up inside of your chest.

After a moment, you parted your lips from Vaako’s. His face turned to a light shade of pink, feeling flustered. “(Y/N),” he said softly. “I love you too Vaako.” You said with a bright smile.

“(Y/N), how long?” Asking in a whisper. “Since I first met you. Everyday I spent with you, it made me feel special. I also wanted to admit my feelings, but didn’t know how to tell you. After what you did for me tonight, my feelings feel heard for once. Somebody to love me back.”

Several tears ran down his face, hearing your feelings about him. Vaako leaned over and kissed you in return. After such a long time, the two of you finally admitted your feelings for one another. Vaako took in your sweet scent as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

 Lifting his lips away from yours, both of you smiled in return. Feeling all warm and fuzzy all over. “Let’s go now, while the night is still upon us,” Vaako said as he took your hand in his. 

You keep what you kill. That is the Necromonger way. That was what was taught to Andromedus Vaako when he converted, and he made great use of it, amassing ranks and wealth in no time.

Ten years had passed since the day of his marking, and Vaako was now the youngest commander in the armada. He thought he had everything, until an impertinent breeder on New Terra dared to challenge him to one-on-one combat.

The Lord Marshall watched, as did everyone else. Vaako wasted no time, easily dispatching his adversary with no harm to his own person. He dusted himself off and turned to his men.

“Most impressive,” the Lord Marshal said as he made his way to his most promising officer, picking up the dagger the challenger had dropped. “And I believe this is yours now?”

Another dagger. Vaako eyed the blade with barely disguised contempt. “Another knife for my collection.” He said. “I am running out of room for them all.”

The blade in itself was hardly noteworthy, with nothing special to set it apart from the others. “Indeed. Perhaps something else would suit.”

The Lord Marshal looked at the crowd that had gathered. “Who is this man? Where does he come from?”

The locals looked around, mumbling, wondering who should talk.

“He is Prince Irubaan, sire,” someone called out from within the crowd. “He has a palace by the lake.”

That piqued Vaako’s interest. “A palace by the lake?” The Lord Marshal mused. “Perhaps there you will find something more to your liking?”

“Indeed,” said Vaako. Given that it would take several days for the inhabitants to be converted, Vaako had plenty of time. “I will have Toal keep you updated on any developments,” said the Lord Marshal, as he was eager to inspect the new planet that had been conquered. “Good luck.”

                                                         ---*✧*---

The palace was breathtaking, as were the lands it sat on.

"The Prince may have been a poor fighter," said Vaako to his men. "But he certainly had good taste." They all nodded in agreement.

Had he been anything but a Necromonger, Vaako would have settled here as the new Lord. Still, the anticipation of new discovery proved to be too much and Vaako marched inside, only to find himself being greeted by a small battalion of servants. Clearly, word of the Prince’s passing had reached their ears. Vaako stood by the entrance while they all bowed.

"I will expect all of you to convert by the time we leave this place," he said. "And I will expect all of you to bear the mark of conversion."

The servants bowed once more before rushing about their duties. Vaako walked around, taking in everything before him, silently earmarking certain pieces to be given as tribute, for his Lord Marshal would expect no less.

While he was walking around, making his way to the second floor, you rushed out upon hearing the commotion downstairs.

"Come to collect your loot already?" you ask in a huff.

Vaako stood there, stunned. "If you mean did I come here to claim what is now rightfully mine, then yes, I have. And you are?"

"Princess y/n. I am, or was, Prince Irubaan’s wife."

"Commander Andromedus Vaako." Your lack of sorrow aroused his interest. "You are not in mourning for your husband?"

"I will not shed my tears for such a dreadful man," you snort as you study him quietly. The strange armour, oddly enough, suited him, as did the battle-hardened face. A very handsome, battle-hardened face, with kindly eyes. Odd, given he was one of them. "Are you the one that sent him off to the ether?"

Vaako looked at his chief lieutenant, utterly confused. "They believe souls go to this place of eternal rest," came the whisper. "They call it the ether."

The Underverse Vaako had seen evidence of, but the ether? "The Lord Marshal was right, they truly are a strange people," he whispered back before answering you. "Yes. I did indeed send your husband to the… ether."

"Hmph," you never look away or down, instead choosing to look him in the eyes. "I suppose you and your men would be staying for dinner?"

Your lack of fear only served to make him even more interested. Vaako was an invader, part of an army that destroyed millions of lives and reduced entire worlds to dust, and yet you talk to him like he was just another guest. No one had done that before. 

And he was rather hungry.

"Yes," he said, never taking his eyes off of you. "We will be staying for dinner."                                                        ---*✧*---

While dinner was simple, conversation with the commander was not. "So your Lord Marshal is a holy half-dead?" you ask over your wine. "How is that even possible?"

"He had to travel to the Underverse itself," Vaako and the rest started on their food. "It is part of a test all Lord Marshalls must undergo, to prove themselves worthy of the title."

"I have heard of this Underverse," you say with a raised eyebrow. "I also hear your kind does not reproduce? Does this mean relations between mated pairs are prohibited? I mean, it would be a great pity to go to all that trouble of converting, only to spend the rest of your days in forced celibacy."

Vaako was more intrigued than offended by your free way of speaking. "Do not let the Lord Marshal catch you talking like that."

"And yes," Vaako continued. "Propagating the species is forbidden to us," he said archly. "However, physical relations are not."

"That is good then, for the life of a convert would have been one of abject misery otherwise."

"That impertinence of yours will get you into trouble one day."

"So my late husband kept telling me," you retort.

"Your late husband might not have wanted you to say something foolish."  Vaako found himself more interested in talking to you and less interested in his food.

"And yet he was the one challenging a high ranking Necromonger to one-on-one combat. So who is the fool here?"

You were rewarded with a slight twitch in his lips. The others looked on, wondering what was going on.

"Him, most certainly."

"Indeed," you say, nodding and returning to your meal. "Speaking of your race, I also hear you keep what you kill? All of what you kill?"

"Indeed," Vaako said, growing oblivious to everything around him now.

"Even a fallen challenger’s spouse?" you asked nonchalantly, your pulse raising by the way he was looking at you, as if the the others did not exist to him. Even your late husband would never look at you that way. 

Vaako, upon remembering there were others present, dismissed his men and the servants, leaving only the two of you at the table. "Yes, but only if the widow desires it, and only if the Necromonger is unattached."

Interesting, you think to yourself. "So no force?"

"Even we do not believe in force," Vaako said as he looked you over his goblet. "Not in such a delicate matter." 

You simply smile and go back to finishing your meal, while a pair of rich brown eyes watch you the entire time. 

                                                      ---*✧*---

You take Vaako to his new rooms. "These are yours now."

He looked around, taking in the ambiance, the lack of anything feminine. Clearly only one person slept here. “These are not yours as well?”

“No. My rooms are in the other corner of the floor.”

The husband slept in one corner of the house while the wife slept in another corner. “Strange sort of marriage you had.”

You shrug and look around. “I simply made the most of my situation. Do you need anything else?”

“Yes,” The bed looked too big, and he wanted someone to talk to. “I would like it if you stayed here, and kept me company.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I would like for you stay here,” he repeated his words as he looked out the window, to the fields and valleys beyond. In a week, everything would be reduced to dust and ash, and he almost felt sorry for it. “And keep me company. Nothing more, I assure you.”

You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms. “Nothing more you say? You just want my company, you say?”

He smirked this time. “If you had to be around the lot I came with, you would understand.”

That gave you pause, for some of the others he came with were indeed dull. “Very well. I will change for the night and join you.”

                                                         ---*✧*---

Vaako looked on with barely disguised amusement when you set up a line of pillows down the middle of the bed. “And these are for your protection? or Mine?” he said while watching you, taking in how your shift clung to you as you moved. “Or is this yet another odd custom of your world?”

“They are for my protection,” you say, although you find yourself regretting setting up the barrier. “If you get too close in the middle of the night I can bash you on the head with one.”

“Then perhaps I should have kept a panic button with me, so my men can save me from being drowned in goose feathers.”

His chuckle was echoed by yours. “Just stay to your side, please.”

“Fine,” he got into his side of the bed, while you get into your side.

You make yourself comfortable, while listening to the sounds of him settling in. “For how long will your Lord Marshall stay here?”

“A week, maybe a little more, if he hesitates in destroying your world,” Vaako said, as he looked up into the ceiling.

“A week, maybe a little more before this world is turned to ash?” You ask, shocked by the revelation.

“We do not tarry unless necessary,” Vaako could pick up the scent of roses filling the air. He found it was coming off of you. It appealed to him. “And we rarely tarry.”

“Never settling down, always on the move? A bit sad, no?”

“That is our way,” said Vaako, confused now as to what he was feeling. Why was he suddenly questioning what he was taught?

“Strange,” you say. “But I suppose I must accept, since I too will have to follow it now.”

Vaako went silent, only to look up when he heard steel panels moving. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at the night sky of my home-world, I will not see it again when I leave.”

You had opened up the skylights revealing a night sky dotted with a million stars. “Oh,” Vaako sounded relieved. “You wanted to just see the night sky?”

Did he think you were trying to attack him? “Yes, commander. I just wanted to see the night sky. If I wanted to attack you, you would not even know.”

He propped himself onto an elbow. “Oh really? This I would dearly love to see.”

A pillow hit him with a soft thud. “There,” you grin in the darkness. “Satisfied?”

Vaako grit his teeth. “That I was not prepared for,” he said. “Next time I will-- stop that!”

Another pillow, another soft hit. You were giggling now. “You challenged me! If you did not want to--”

The pillow striking you resulted in a pillow fight. “Get back here!” Vaako commanded as you shot out of bed, pillow in hand. “I am the commander and I order you to--”

You took off after playfully throwing the pillow at him. “Make me!” you cry as you run. Vaako straightened himself and chased you, all the while wondering why he enjoyed it so much. 

He catches you just before you make it to the door. “That was uncalled for!”

“But you challenged me,” you giggle. “Let go of me.”

“Or what?” He refused to yield. “What will you do to make me let...”

                                                   ---*✧*---

Your kiss caught him by surprise.

Vaako wanted to pull away but could not bring himself to do so. “Wha--”

His eyes looked down on you in shock. “Have you never been kissed?” 

He brushed your hair back, marveling at how soft it felt. “Never.”

“That is too bad,” you murmur and pull away, only to find yourself being pulled back when Vaako drew you in for a kiss.

It felt awkward, clumsy. Vaako did not know what to do. “Sorry,” he mumbled as his nose kept bumping into yours. You grin, and place your hands against his cheeks. “Keep still.”

This time it was soft, hesitant. His lips brushed against yours, gently at first, his hands resting on your waist before his arms went around you completely.  Vaako had never experienced anything like this before. Not the golden light that lit up behind his eyes, nor the heat that swelled up in his belly. His grip tightened like a vice, his moan as you melted against him was like music to your ears. 

“Yes?” he mumbled as his kisses skimmed your neck, his body pressing up against yours when you grabbed onto his hair.  This time you pull him up and bring your lips to his. “Please,” you breath. In one swift move, Vaako lifted you up and carried you to bed. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, with you straddling his lap.

"You have no experience at all?" You ask as you undo the lace ties on his tunic.

"None," Vaako kept still, his hands on your waist, his temple resting on yours. How wondrous, he thought, that the simple act of you undressing him was enough to make him go weak in the knees, how your very touch was enough to make his breath go ragged. "Perhaps... Perhaps you can teach me."

Perhaps you could. You slip the tunic off of him, your eyes resting on the hardened muscles they hid. How they fluttered beneath your touch. "So warm," he breathed. 

Soft, warm palms drifted over the surface, fingers tracing lines over old scars, little imperfections on the skin. "Did these hurt?"

"They did," Vaako could feel his breath deepen when your hands neared his abdomen. "But not anymore..."

The barely audible curse stopped you cold. "Please," Vaako takes your hand into his, noting how it fitted perfectly with his. "Do not stop."

Feeling bolder now, you run your hands lower, to between his thighs. Vaako's eyes fluttered as you run a palm over his already erect cock. It felt good. So very good. Vaako fell back into bed, his hands on your waist, his eyes on yours as your hands rested on the top of his trousers. "Yes?" You ask.

He guides your hands to where he wants them to go. "Please."

The lacings were undone, and the deep, strangled moan you hear on that first stroke was intoxicating. Vaako simply surrendered body and soul to you. Surrendered himself to the current that wanted to sweep him away. Nothing in all of his life compared to this. Nothing in all the realms could compare to what you were making him feel, from the desire to wanting to lust. He savoured them all, hoping against all hope that he could experience everything with you, again and again, and again. His hands drifted all over you, gliding up your arms, all over your belly, caressing your breasts. His eyes locked with yours when he heard your breath catch, his arms manoeuvring you so he could be on top of you. 

Vaako's full weight coming to rest on top of you caused a sigh to rise from your toes. Nervous hands tugged on the hem of your night-dress, pulling them over your outstretched arms and tossing them to the ground, leaving you exposed.

Vaako took in every inch of you, his eyes feasting on every part of your body. "You're beautiful, y/n. So beautiful." 

Unable to help himself, Vaako lowered his head, his lips barely grazing over the soft swell of your breasts. Your skin felt so soft and fragrant that he grew bolder, gently nipping and sucking on an already taut nipple, while callused fingers played with the other. You cry out softly, your fingers bunching up in his hair, urging him to take as much as you gave until you pull him back up to crush your lips on his. His mouth felt so warm, his lips so soft, his tongue running against your lips, seeking entry. Arms pulling you up made you yield and you whimper into his kisses while his tongue flicked against yours. How a battle-hardened warrior could be so tender, you muse, as those sturdy arms now hold you like you were made out of fragile glass. So gentle he was, running his fingers up your spine, his kisses fluttering over your skin making you grow slick and hot.

Vaako felt you, all of you. How you whimpered when his teeth grazed your skin, how your breath would suddenly pull in deep whenever he squeezed your breasts, your fingers raking over his skin as lust overwhelmed you, and him. Grinding his hips into you convinced Vaako to take the next step and he went in slowly, moaning as he felt you sheath him with every inch he took. He stopped, wanting to make sure this was still what you wanted. Eyes darkened with lust greeted yours, while your own body was screaming for him to go on. "Do not stop," you press your lips against his as he pushed in deeper, going slow on that first thrust. 

His moans match yours with each passing second, his cock going in deeper and deeper, bringing the both of you closer to the edge. Vaako would let out strings of curses whenever he felt your walls tighten around him, or your nails raked down his back. He would slow down at your urging, then pick up the pace again, his heart racing with every thrust, his body melting into yours as you kept crying out for him, his kisses finally drowning you out as his body gave you your release, his own following with a grunt and a final thrust when he felt himself empty inside of you.

The two of you cling to each other, exhausted and satisfied. Vaako gently eased you back into bed, taking you with him when he rested on his side. A palm resting on his heaving chest made him open his eyes, and he smiled when his gaze rested on you. You grow anxious as this could very well be the only time you have with him. He might lose interest or be expected to be with someone else. It would hurt too much, to see him with another. "What troubles you, y/n?"

He cupped your cheek gently, leaving little kisses as he held you closer. "Y/n, please tell me what troubles you."

You sigh but talk all the same. Better now than never. "What happened between us... Will I have to forget about it, about you, when I go onto that ship?"

He was stunned. Why would you ask such a thing after what the two of you shared? "No. Remember the motto of my people?"

"You keep what you kill." And Vaako killed your husband in honourable combat. That meant you were his.

"I keep what I kill," eyes filled with hope looked into yours. "And I want to keep you by my side, always."

It was your turn to grow stunned. "What?"

He kissed you again, this time with tenderness instead of passion. "Stay with me," he said. "Be mine. Be my lady. What do you say?"

You look up at him, certs in of your answer now. Your place was by his side, and no one else's. "Yes. I will be yours. From now till Underverse come."

Siberius Vaako is squishy. 

He will deny it until the end of time, but it’s true. 

But he’s only squishy for you. Nobody else.

 Is very cuddly when he wants to be.

 He secretly loves cuddling. Shh, don’t tell anyone. He has a reputation to maintain. 

 Will give you cuddles in public, but only if you want them.

 He won’t ask for them, but he’ll sit right next to you and wait for you to lean into him and then he wraps his arms around you.

 Sometimes, when he comes back from conquering, he barely gets out of his armor before pulling you into his arms.

 Likes it when you come into his office or whatever and sit in his lap and just hug him for a long time.

 And if you fall asleep on him, he’ll fight anyone who tries to wake you.

 Big spoon.

 He loves when you lay tucked into his side with your head on his chest. Loves to wrap an arm around you and kiss the top of your head.

 He also enjoys the reverse of this position - he loves laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat.

All fics: @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @meganwinchester1999 @mythrealfan @starlightdobriks

Siberius Vaako: @garnet-redtailedhero @bluebird214

“You are up late,” the ordinarily stiff voice murmured into your ear.  He set the pad down and spun you around.

You were dwarfed by the tall Necromonger Commander, as he caged you between his arms.  You leaned back on your hands so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at him.  You raised a brow.

“As are you.  Won’t Dame Vaako be missing her dear husband this night?”

You allowed your gaze to drift over the man in front of you.  Siberius Vaako, Commander and somewhat reluctant right-hand of the Lord Marshal, husband to Dame Vaako.  And your soulmate.

His emotion twinged with annoyance at the mention of his wife, and you reached out to tuck a lock of hair that had fallen loose from his hairstyle. You allowed your emotions to flow across your bond to soothe him.  He leaned into your hand.

“My wife is asleep,” he said curtly, picking you up and setting you on the edge of the table.

“But my One is right in front of me.”

You bit your lip as he ripped your long skirt, allowing your legs to spread as he took his place between your thighs.  As he trailed his hand up your leg, you hooked it around his waist pulling him closer.

Tangling your fingers in his nape, you guided his face closer to yours.  He trailed his lips along the smooth column of your throat, placing soft bites and kisses.  When he mouthed against your conversion scar, you shuddered, gripping his arm.  You dipped your head back at the sensation, your bond going haywire from all the stimulation.  Love. Lust. Affection. Urgency.

When your grip tightened on his hair, he growled and pulled you flush against him.

“Careful woman, you do not want to test me,” he grunted against your ear.  It had been several cycles since you had a moment alone, and his body seemed wound tight.  You could only imagine the stress he was under.  Riddick was continually ruffling the feathers of the more traditional Necros, especially since he had halted the conversion campaign.  And Vaako was doing his best to keep the peace.  For some reason, Riddick trusted Vaako or at least knew he wouldn't try to kill him.  

You drug your nails against his neck causing him to shudder.  The pressure of his large hands against your hips would be painful if you were still a breeder, but instead, it made you feel powerful to bring the stoic man to the edge.  And you wanted to fuck the tension out of him.

“I won’t break,” you said breathily.  He swiped the data pads off the table, pushing you down, one hand on your shoulder, the other thumbing your knee.  The irises of his eyes were blown as he stared at your body.

“Let us test that theory,” he said, hooking your leg around his waist.

You awoke sometime later, the lights still dim from the night cycle.  You were curled into Vaako’s broad form.  In sleep, he seemed less burdened, younger.  Even his Necro skin seemed less pallid.  You traced your finger across one of his many scars, careful not to wake him.

You had all but given up your search for your soul mate.  Soul mates, were tricky, to say the least. With such vast space, it was almost unheard of for one to find their soulmate.  You had gotten many sympathetic pats on the shoulder, as your friends and family told you to move on.  The only clue you had was the emotions your soulmate passed through to your bond.  Knowing he was out there, somewhere, even though light years might have separated you, kept you optimistic.

When your bond seemed to have severed, you cried for days, thinking the worst.  Surely, your soul mate was dead.  So when the Necromonger’s came to your planet, the Purifier’s words beckoned to your broken heart.  You welcomed the idea of trading your pain for numbness, to embrace the idea of the Underverse.

And then, one morning as you were tending to your initiate duties, you felt it.  The familiar ebb and flow of your soulmate’s emotions.  

The conversion process weakened the bond over a long distance. So when Vaako converted, years before you, it was easily believed that he was dead.  The phantom emotions teased at you, you were unsure of what trick the universe was playing on you.  You confided in the Purifier, thinking maybe your conversion wasn’t complete.  It was then you first saw the slightest smile on his face.  Not the sad repentant expression he usually wore, but his eyes seemed to lighten a fraction. He cupped your hand in his and told you there was nothing to fear.  

And then one day, you felt emotions as strongly as if they were yours.  It was a combination of tension and irritation.  You couldn’t keep the hope from bubbling up as you scanned the crowded atrium.  Inadvertently you reached across the bond, hoping to pacify the brusque emotions.

When Commander Vaako’s eyes met yours, you knew.  He was your soulmate.  And then the slinky form of Dame Vaako tucked herself into her husband’s side.  You felt your hope diminish, wishing that the conversion process had deaded your emotions and not just your nerves.  And from his expression, he could feel it as well. Regret.  Despair.  To have gone through everything you had, losing all hope of finding your soulmate.  And there he was.  Married.  Unattainable.

You tried to stay away, as did he. He may not have loved his wife, but he still had his honor.  You could feel his gaze and his bond, hovering around you, but never coming close.  Only when her more scheming side came out, twisting his thoughts, did he seek you out, needing the comfort only a soulmate could provide.

It started naturally enough, polite conversation and lingering glances.  You had been hurrying through the cavernous halls, tripping when your heeled boot caught the long skirt all nonmilitary women wore.  You clutched the datapads to your chest, not wanting them damaged.  When you braced yourself for the hard marble floors, a pair of strong arms aught you easily.

As you stood, Vaako didn’t say a word, clutching the bare skin of your arms.  The feeling of his hands almost felt warm, something you hadn’t felt since you had converted.  This intimidating, cold man was your soulmate.  And all you could feel was warmth.

Unsure of how to proceed, you met in secret.  Late night trysts and stolen moments in abandoned hallways.  You were always careful.  Dame Vaako wasn’t known for her kindness.  Her vindictive streak ran miles wide.  And you cherished every moment you had alone with him.

You glanced back up to find Vaako watching you with this dark eyes.  He tucked your hand in his, tracing your much smaller hands.

“It’s almost the morning cycle,” you said softly, not wanting to get up.

He didn’t respond but leaned down to capture your lips with his.  Your brain fogged as you lost yourself in his affection.  When he pulled back, he thumbed your cheek.

“Soon, my One.  No more sneaking around.”

You nodded, leaning into his hand.  You wished for that more than anything.  But until then, you would relish the time you spent together.  After all, you were soulmates.  Til Underverse comes, and beyond.

You were straightening the mess you and Vaako had made of your workspace when you felt eyes on your back.

You spun around to see the Lord Marshal watching you with interest.

“Lord Marshal,” you gasped, dropping to your knees.

His brow quirked above his goggles as he shook his head.

“You know I don’t like that shit,” he said, his voice deep and flippant, pushing off the wall.

You stood hastily, gathering your papers and tablets.

“Of course, my apologies.”  You always felt nervous around the Lord Marshal.  You had seen how he had dispatched Zhylaw, and how easily he seemed to brush off any enemies.  He was quiet, usually observing the Necropolis.

He stalked around the room, glancing at your work.  He'd pick up a tablet and thumbed through it, before tossing it back down.

“I haven’t found anything of note since our last meeting,” you explained, watching as Riddick continued to circle the room.  The silence in the room was deafening.  He hadn't said why he was there, and you were afraid to ask.  He tilted his head and sniffed the air.  Riddick laughed, the low rumble confusing you.

“Lord Riddick?”

“No wonder Dame Vaako has been sniffing around.  Seems like Commander Vaako has been getting his elsewhere.”

You froze, not sure what to say.  Everyone said Riddick was part animal, and apparently, his sense of smell was keen.

“You know, you could always kill her.  Then Vaako would be yours.  Keep what you kill right?”

You let out a nervous bark of laughter but quickly pinched your mouth shut.  Of course, you had thought of that.  But you never voiced the idea out loud.  

Riddick nodded at your workstation as you stood there shellshocked.

“Let me know if you find anything else,” he said with a smirk as he left the room as quietly as he entered.

Was that approval from the Lord Marshal?

You shakily pulled your chair out and sat down.  Keep what you kill.  It was a long-standing tradition in the Necro culture.  Kill Dame Vaako, and be able to take your place next to your soul mate.  There would be no formal repercussions, but the Dame's influence was long reaching.  Not to mention the personal ramifications for Vaako.  You were just a lowly worker.  While on the surface, the Necropolis functioned on merit, it would be foolish not to underestimate the backroom deals and politics.

You shook your head and picked up your tablet.  No point in worrying about it right that moment.  Vaako seemed to have a plan.  You tried to focus on your work, but Riddick's teasing voice kept repeating in your mind.

Jim Kirk

♦ You Can’t Buy Me || Part Two, || @dorkychris || Reader Insert

♦ Blue || @dirajunara || Reader Insert

♦ I’m Here || @atari-writes || Reader Insert || nsfw

♦ Imagine Riding Mirror!Kirk in the Captain’s Chair || @bookcaseninja || Reader Insert || Mirror!Verse || nsfw

♦ Delicate || @omg-imagine || Reader Insert 

WonderKirk

☼ Star Trek: Age of Wonder || RobinsGirlWonder, @robinsgirlwonder 

McKirk

☼ a peach by any other name || chapter(s): four, || phalanges mccoy (RyLeeLouis)  

♦ 800 Follower Celebration #3 || @imoutofmyvulcanmind || Modern!AU

♦ Attention || @pinkamour1588 

♦ A Comedy of Errors || Part One, Part Two || @auduna-druitt 

♦ Angry Kiss || @pherryt 

♦ Love & Lace || pinkamour1588 || nsfw

☼ Hereditary || InsaneSociopath, @insane-sociopath || Pike x Boyce, Jim isn’t really a Kirk

♦ Taken Apart at the Seams || @captainsbabysitter-blog || nsfw

☼ More Than This ||  Lovefushsia || nsfw

♦ Scorch My Soul || Part Eight || @thevalesofanduin  

♦ Mama’s Pride || captainsbabysitter-blog 

♦ Could Roses Bloom || Part IX || thevalesofanduin 

♦ 800 Follower Celebration #2 || imoutofmyvulcanmind 

♦ The Great Candy Caper || @iguess-theyre-mymess 

♦ Party Time Fun Times || captainsbabysitter-blog 

♦ Just Breathe || pinkamour1588

♦ Family Costume || auduna-druitt 

Other

♦ Sunflowers || chapter(s): one-three, || karikes || Bones x Uhura 

♦ The Truth || dirajunara || Benji Dunn x Reader

♦ Missing Kitty || auduna-druitt || Spuhura 

♦ 1000 Follower Ficlet #22 (I love you) || outside-the-government || Spock x Reader

♦ The Stealth Suit || @tilltheendwilliwrite || Steve Rogers x Reader || nsfw

♦ Don’t Fear the Reaper || thevalesofanduin || Vaako x Reader || nsfw

♦ 800 Follower Celebration || @imoutofmyvulcanmind || Eomer x Reader 

Scotty

♦ Road trip with Scotty || dirajunara || Reader Insert

I also want to give a huge thank you to all of the writers here for taking the time to give us these wonderful works! Writing is such a peculiar experience so I thank you for sharing these with us :)

*note: Some of these will show up on future lists due to it being a series/mulit-chaptered or a re-read. Also you are more than welcome to tag me in things if you so wish :)

My past reading lists