#predator fanfiction

[blackmonitor]

Boundless I.

Lance and Ah'kaedh from the fanfiction named Boundless by @animaignea

A true slow burn and wonderful fic! Mind the tags 🤭

Purr.

[venusandthestars]

Cherries

The jungle is freezing, especially at night with this rain. You're lucky to be inside the hut, a warm fire on your back, your mate A'Resmoth, under you, the taste of cherries on your tongue.

He had told you he was going on a hunt, only to surprise you with one of your favorite treats: cherries. You had told him about it a few days in a passing thought. He decided right then and there his love was going to get her cherries.

Now here you two were enjoying your night. The rain sends in a cool breeze, now and again. The fire in the middle of the hut sends out a glow, two shadows on the wall.

Your nest, built from branches and leaves, is decorated with multiple furs, different creatures from different planets, all hunted and skinned by A'Resmoth. "You'll have the softest I can find." His mission to keep you happy, comfortable, and fed was his life.

If you're happy, he's happy.

Now look at you two, bellies full, naked, completely relaxed. He loves to take you like this. You, on top of him, his back against the nest, arms spread out at the top.

You've just finished a round of love making, his cum still inside of you as he hasn't pulled out. "Not yet," was all he said when tried to slip off of him. You don't mind when he gets like this. Needy, wanting all your attention. It gives him a break from being your valiant guardian. You start to caress his locs his eyes never leaving you.

"Do you like this?" A tease you are, knowing the answer already. A deep purr from his chest. You chuckle wanting to play with him a bit more. You ghost your fingers across his face to his mandibles.

"Fruit," He mumbles. You lean to the right, plucking a cherry out of the basket bringing it to your lips. The tip of your tongue comes out, licking around the drupe. A'Resmoth watches his pupils dilated at the erotic sight.

Once you're satisfied the fruit is covered with you, you place it into his waiting warm mouth. With his quick reflexes, his left hand grabs your right hand and nips the tips of your fingers. The sweet little moans you left out spurs him on. He tilts his head back dropping your hand, he closes his eyes.

"Please, my mate, use me." A deep voice begs.

How could you say no to that?

You lean back on your hands lift your hips and start to treat yourself. Up and down, you bounce. You moan out, sweet sounds to him, wanting to listen to you forever.

"My love, look at me, please look at me, watch me." A delicious voice begs.

How can he say no to that?

He brings his head down, eyes fixated on the way your pussy engulfs his dick, your first orgasms coating it, a creamy white mix. His grunts lines up with your moans, your souls in sync.

He picks up a cherry, slipping the plump part into your mouth. Once you bite it off the stem, he flicks it away and sticks a finger into your mouth.

"Suck." You do as he says. Sucking and moaning around the digit, you start to swirl your hips clockwise and counterclockwise on him. A'Resmoth grunts feeling his orgasm sneaking up on him. With one hand on your hip, and one hand braced on your back, he gives no warning when he starts to thrust into you.

Your quiet moans turn loud, his big fat dick making you feel so full, so good. You'd live on it if he'd let you.

You're so light to him, he's bouncing you on his lap trying to stall his orgasm wanting to feel you cum on him again. He sneaks the hand from your hip to your neck giving it a squeeze of course minding his strength.

Staring into his eyes you cry out "I wanna come, A'Resmoth, please."

Thats all it takes to set him off, his cum spilling into you.

"Let go my mate, I want to feel you." He grunts out.

The two of you, cumming together. Pure ecstasy.

It takes a few moments to come down from the high. You're out of breath, you smile at him while he looks at you fondly.

You pop another one in your mouth. "Thank you for the cherries my love."

A/N- Pls tell me if the ending was bad it's my first time writing for this universe. I hope you've enjoyed it!

[killershrike]

I don't have any funny jokes or things to say just... wow... @karritakar has truly outdone themself! Look at how absolutely BEAUTIFUL So-yin is and how HOT Ghost is, I mean... just wow.. and So-yin is holding her weapon, the bō she named Nightshade... it's so perfect...

(and that height difference oh my fucking god)

Please go check out @karritakar and commission them!!!

[madarasgirl]

The Gladiator’s Ring

C/W: Warrior (Predator)/F!Humans, Male Yautja/F!Humans, dubcon, sex club, monster sex, human fetish, exhibitionism, female gloryhole, sex marathon, size kink, hair kink, unprotected sex, public sex, casual sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, self-indulgent debauchery, ass-to-pussy, face-sitting, multiple partners, predator/prey WC: 9528

It was well-known that Yautja had needs after a successful hunt. A veteran with a fondness for pyode amedha required many willing participants to sate his.

*This is a work of fiction that features unsafe sexual practices besides the involvement of a 7'+ alien. Depiction isn't endorsement*

An excerpt below the cut

He'd have to be mindful not to break skin with his talons, but that was part of the allure of oomans. Their inherent fragility was an addiction once he had learned how to handle their bodies. Their thin hides bruised and tore easily, their bones could snap if he got carried away. But once they lay undone beneath him in disbelief, the moment they realized they were enjoying the experience and bared their tender flesh to a ruthless alien for more…

The submission in their eyes when they understood he wasn't going to kill nor maim them, he only wanted to pauk them. Oomani-di were a delicacy. He was more than willing to play ‘gently’ at their level if it meant he got to partake in ooman sex.

The ooman reeked of anxiety, but she took a measured step towards him, followed by another. His pupils dilated from her proximity. He trilled in encouragement when she was within arm's reach, eagerly anticipating what this novel playmate would do next. He was acutely aware of her. The scent of her heat and apprehension wrapped around his head, a haze he would rejoice losing himself in. Her courage and appearance were extremely appealing to his tastes and it was getting difficult to keep his paws to himself.

Shaky fingertips brushed his hide with the most tentative of touches and she held her breath. His eyes fell to slits as he focused on the feathery sensation on his scales. Another reason he adored oomans –so gentle and curious, yet eager to please once he attained that delicious submission. He would like to take this one to mate if she was willing.

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It wasn't even breathing heavily after that level of exertion.

The woman fixated on the sinewy contours of its musculature. It –no, he– how could this creature be anything but a ‘he?’ Her eyes dropped to the swollen evidence of his raw masculinity between thighs carved in stone, swallowing at the bumpy surface on the ridiculous endowment. He was all sleek power and so very male. There was that preternatural grace to his movements, the way the mesmerizing patterns to that rough bluish skin rippled, skin she recalled was not wholly unpleasant to touch. She witnessed the extended demonstration of what he could do with that wicked maw – how delicately his terrifying mandibles could handle the women as he did unspeakable things to them with that tongue. He was the picture of virility as he humped his latest woman while standing and cradling her.

She stared in rapture. The beast quirked a mandible, a frank invitation to sample the monster that clearly intrigued her. It was an apt reminder that this was an intelligent creature far more advanced than the humans who surrounded him. She drew a sharp intake of breath. Heat blazed as she waded into the incandescent gold pools in his eyes –the predatory cunning of that gaze was undeniable. He knew he was captivating. And his hulking presence demanded he be watched. 

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[prey-4-me]

Whatever writing format works, reader is a hunter or warrior or whatever in some way or another and Feral got curious and is trying to “study” get just a bit closer to you each day and eventually tries courting you. Please and thank youuu 🫶🫶

Thx for this request! Hope you like it.

Feral predator x reader, smut lite, fluff

***

What were you doing? He studied you closely, watching you clean and reassemble some kind of… he thought oomans called them ‘rifles.’ What a strange ooman word. He shifted his weight, sitting down on the tree limb he’d been squatting on.

He’d watched you take the buck down with a single shot earlier in the day. It was an impressive animal and from an impressive distance. Then he’d observed you field dress and take your meat and trophy antlers with you. You appeared to be very strong for your size; although much smaller than him, you had packed out a fair amount of the deer.

Now you were in your domicile, some kind of log structure. It looked warm and cozy on the inside; a fire burned and cast a pleasant light onto everything. You turned off your harsh overhead lamp and the mood increased. He watched you curl up on the sofa and drink something steaming. Then apparently fall asleep. He grunted. Time to go; he’d been here far too long.

***

Today you seemed to be focusing on relaxing. You had chopped some wood in the morning, piquing his curiosity. He had camped near your home, with plans to follow you for a few days. Some scientific observation, he reasoned.

Drawn by the loud, echoing bangs, he was amused with how your thin arms swung the axe. You were very effective, but he still marveled at how strong you were despite your size.

Now you were swimming in a calm stream, splashing and dunking your head periodically. Were you cleaning yourself or just having a good time? He couldn’t tell. He studied your body when you finally got out of the water and laid out on the shore in the sun. Similar to a Yautja… interesting. He pushed the thoughts that came with that realization to the side.

Finally you dressed and headed back to your domicile. He snuck behind you, looking at your slight footprints and hearing you breathing and walking loudly through the forest. Ooomas were quite loud. It was endearing.

When you reached your log shelter, you went inside. He scaled the tree he’d become accustomed to sitting in over the past couple of days.

You fixed yourself a hearty looking meal and came outside onto the deck. Sitting down in a wooden chair, you put your plate on your lap and ate, looking out at the forest that surrounded you. You seemed content.

He tilted his head, wondering…

*** You were tracking something big. The weird thing was, you weren’t quite sure what it was. At first you had thought bear, but the path you were tracking wasn’t quite right. It also seemed… off. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it didn’t feel natural. You entered a small glade. The tracks abruptly stopped. What the hell. How could something this big just disappear? Suspicious, you turned in place slowly, eyeing the spaces in between the trees. You felt tricked. But by what? And for what reason? 

You stopped abruptly. Something was shimmering in the forest. You couldn’t think what it might be - you had never seen anything like it. Suddenly, it moved. It appeared to be… moving towards you? Was it a cloud of shimmery gnats? No. It was something unnatural. You started to think about El Charro Negro and yelled, pointing your hunting rifle at it. It continued to advance, more and more taking the shape of a tall, broad humanoid. You stepped backwards quickly, still aiming at it, for whatever good it would do.

It walked into the glade, out of the shade. Shimmering and wavering in front of you, you could almost make something out. It appeared to stand in front of you unmoving. Waiting?

You slowly lowered your weapon. You sensed it was useless against… whatever this was. Suddenly it emitted a soft clicking noise. After a couple seconds’ pause, it repeated the same pattern of clicks. Confused, you listened closely. It repeated the clicks a third time, slightly slower.

“Are… are you a ghost?” You whispered.

It chuckled. You gasped; it was undeniably a humanlike laugh.

You stuttered, “Wh-wh-what are you?” It grumbled something, shimmering in the sun. You squinted at it. You could almost see…

“Hi.”

Stunned, your mouth fell open. Did this cloud of shimmer just greet you?

It grumbled again, then said softly in a gruff, deep voice, “Hello, ooman.”

Your rifled slid from your hands. Terrified, you thought of running. Suddenly it shimmered and wavered more than usual; then it stopped. Before you stood a 7 foot tall…? Humanlike… creature? You babbled insane thoughts out loud about spirits and aliens and schizophrenia.

“You’re nnnnot crazy…” It took a small step towards you. You tried to back pedal away but your legs were locked in place.  It stopped advancing on you and put a large hand over its broad chest. “I mean you nnno harm.”

“W-what are you?” You squeaked out, nearly unaware you were talking aloud.

“I’m… an alien like you say.”

“Like from space?” You asked stupidly.

It grumbled a laugh. “Yes. Space.” It motioned to you to come towards it.

“Come. I will show you something.”

You still couldn’t move. It grumbled softly, tilting its masked face.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“What do you want?” Your entire body was trembling.

“To show you something.” It appeared to shrug.

You were rooted in place out of sheer terror. It seemed to sense this. It slowly approached you, both hands going to its head. When it was a few steps away, it stopped and pulled some tubes out of its mask. The mask hissed and clicked. It pulled the mask away from its head. Lowering it, it tilted its head and looked at you with soft eyes.

Shocked, you stared back into its golden, very humanlike eyes. It slowly clicked its mandibles and spoke quietly, “Don’t be afraid. I just wanted to…” it paused to shrug, “…say hi.”

You laughed a bit despite your fear. “An alien just wanted to say hi to me?” It grumbled in its own language, then nodded, “Yes. You are… impressive hunter. Now. Let me show you this thing.” It turned from you and strode away, its skin slightly shiny in the sun.

Suddenly unrooted, you picked up your gun and ran after it, calling, “But what? How far? Where do you come from?”

It laughed harshly, “So many questions.”

You calmed yourself as you followed a few steps behind it, single file.

“I’m from many solar systems away. Nnnow, don’t ruin the thing. Just come,” it grumbled amiably over its shoulder.

You followed along, wondering why you were obeying. Shouldn’t you be running? But why? It seemed friendly enough. It was speaking to you in your language. But what could it possibly want to show you?

After a short distance travelled in silence, it stopped and turned to you. “Here.” It pointed upwards. In it hung the Thing it apparently wanted to show you.

“A— a stag?” You stumbled over your words, “A huge one! Those antlers… wow.” You looked into the alien’s eyes. “Why show me this?” ”I saw your hunt the other day. It was a good hunt. This is my hunt.” It cut a cord and lowered the deer to the ground.

You marveled at the antlers. But what about the rest of it? Would it go to waste?

“I am taking it all back to camp. You want to eat with me?” It invited, nudging your upper arm gently. 

“S-sure, but how do we get it back?”

“Mm. I will carry it.”

“All of it?” You were dubious.

Gruffly laughing, it bent and lifted the deer in its arms. Carefully putting it over its shoulders, it grumbled softly, “Come with me.”

***

You picked the plants it had instructed you to. Once you had an armful, you returned to its neatly kept camp. It was roasting a large portion of the deer while it cleaned the skull, careful of the trophy-sized antlers.

“What do I do with these weeds?” ”Weed? What is ‘weed?’ That is food… come, we will boil it and have it with the deer. Meat and something green, like mother says.”

You laughed softly, surprised by its talk of family and balanced diets. It grabbed some of your armful and stared to pull the leaves off the prickly stalks. “Come. Like this.”

You copied it, throwing the leaves into a little metal pot it had half filled with water.

“You are a fine hunter. You hunt often?” It asked casually, stripping a stalk of its greenery.

“When I can. I like to offset my food costs with it. And my neighbors too. Plus, being in nature feels so right. You know?” It grunted, nodding. “Yes.”

“You uh, come to Earth often?” You felt silly asking, but in this rare case it was a perfectly normal question.

“Nnno. It is far away and does nnnot have the best prey to hunt. But sometimes it is fun to visit a far away place.”

You smiled to yourself. This meal would be one of your more enjoyable ones in recent history.

*** You sat back, satisfied. The weeds had ended up being a delicious side to the gamey deer meat. Impressed, you asked how your dinner host had known.

“I read about the plants to eat here so I could try the local food.” It was picking deer out of its teeth with a twig.

You smiled again. “Have you ever tried Earth ‘junk food?’ I have some back at my cabin. We should eat that for a snack later.”

“Cabin? Is that your tree house?” You smiled wider, “Yeah, my house made of trees.” It grumbled, seeming pleased. Then it said in ooman, “Yes. I would like to try your garbage food.”

You laughed, “It’s just ‘junk food.’ Although I guess you could consider it ‘garbage food’ after this meal we just had.”

It stood suddenly. Taking a few large steps, it sat down next to you. Reaching behind you, it grabbed a log and placed it on the fire. Poking it, it grumbled softly, “You are… very… nnnice to look at.”

You blinked in surprise at the compliment. It turned its head, its golden eyes gentle.

“Th-thank you,” you didn’t know what else to say. It leaned back, “I saw you bathing the other day.” You got hot. When you were totally nude?

It continued, “Our kind… looks like that too.”

“Oh.” You were still wondering if it meant when you had taken your little bath, splashing and having fun.

“So…” It fluidly moved towards you. “I’m called Bakuub. It means straight spear. You are called?”

Shocked, you uttered your name. ”I like it.” It leaned into your space. It smelled like herbs and earthy, fresh soil. It touched your shirt. “I like this color.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, feeling strange. Why was it complimenting you so much? It released your shirt and leaned back. “Do you like the deer head?” It nodded at the skull, with its magnificent antlers.

“Oh, yeah. It’s really very impressive.” “It is for you.” Your eyes widened, “Huh?”

Bakuub winked at you. “It is a nnuptial gift. I read about it on Earth; the male is supposed to give the female something nnnice to… you know. Express interest.” He clicked at you.

“Omigosh, uh, thank you,” you straightened your spine. An alien was… flirting with you? He waited for you to continue. After a second, you said weakly, “So… you wanna go back to my… treehouse now? We could, uh. You know. Snack. And then, it’ll be late and and and— time to go to bed, and…”

Bakuub grabbed your hip and pulled you into his lap. He nuzzled his head into you, his dreads falling forward. You inhaled; he smelled wonderful. “We don’t need a bed to ‘go to bed,’” he crooned.

Your emotions scrambled in your mind. You leaned towards Bakuub, running your hands up his muscled torso. His skin was smooth and warm.

“I- I mean, that’s true…” you trailed off as your eyes met with his. You felt yourself leaning closer until you were kissing his cheek softly. He was watching you with hooded eyes. You put your hands on either of his shoulders and readjusted so that you were straddling him. Bakubb purred.

Shocked, you stopped moving and looked at him. He continued purring, a rich loud sound that made you shiver down to your bones. Instinctively, you rocked your hips against his. You felt his very human-like anatomy and groaned. His purring grew louder as he grumbled, “This is nnnnice…” His powerful hands gently gripped your waist as you ground down on him. Growing bolder, you kissed the side of his face again.

“That’s nnnice too…” Bakuub murmured, voice soft and rumbling. His fingers pulled at your clothing suggestively as he rumbled, “Let me show you some other nnnice things…”

“Like what?” You teased playfully, your hips moving.

“Oh, I can think of a few things I would like to show you.” His purring intensified. Giddy, you let him gently push you down onto his blanket.

Nature carried on around you as the two of you carried on long into the night, slowly unwrapping each other.

[yautjalover]

Since a mutual made of a list of recommended predator fics, I felt like I should do my own! There’s so many good ones out there. In my list, I’ll only be sharing completed fics, that way you can binge the goodness!

Chance by Shalimar79 (Anything of hers, really!)

The Unexpected Human Problem by Eruden

Twisted Fate by DarkOne09 (Three part series | Super underrated writer)

The Woman, The Mark and the Warrior by Carajubu

Alien versus Predator: Requiem, the Unofficial Novelization by AlphaLima1980

Beacon by NeverWinterThistle

A Knowledgeable Pursuit by LadyofParchments

The Noctivagant Series by Colorful_Crayola (Five parts but worth the LONG read)

Demon Caller 9 by Aescela

Fox Hunt by iblankedonmyname

Belladonna by iblankedonmyname

The Invisible Prince by KaterinaWinters (Anything Predator related)

Weird Science by iterations

Show Me the Stars by Diodol

Hunter of My Heart by Leania

If I messed up a link, do let me know! ☺️

[shaymin-99]

Just finished reading the latest chapter of your amazing fanfic! So happy to see these two goobers together again! @pixelsilver

[6lostgirl6]

Promiscuous E.T.

Pairing: Male!Yautja x G/n!Reader

Summary: Since you both were completely different species, you wanted to show your yautja boyfriend one of Earth's finest creations. Just Dance.

TW: cute moments, yautja rage quit, hint of sex towards the end.

Based on this post!!

"Come on," you muttered, fiddling with your old Wii console that was once sitting in your closet collecting dust. Now, it was getting set up to your living room television. "Stupid thing."

For a while, since the beginning of your relationship with your alien lover, you have tasked yourself with showing him things from your world. It started off with the basics, including food, fashion trends, music, and much more. Now, you wanted to show him a small piece of your childhood.

Your yautja watched silently as you fiddled with the old Wii station. He didn't understand your urge to show him these strange things from your planet. However, he thought you were very cute when your Ooman eyes would light up and your smile would brighten when you showed him things. Therefore, he indulged your little antics.

"And what is this contraption, little blade?" He asked in his language with various clicks, which made you pause.

The crackle of the translator embedded under the skin behind your ear took a second to translate, his clicks turning into words in a mere second.

You smiled and turned towards him, "I wanted to show you a game that's very popular on my planet!" You continued to fiddle with it for a few more seconds before the screen finally lit up. "Sweet!"

Before he could continue asking more questions, you quickly headed towards him, holding something similar to a remote in your hand.

"This is a Wii remote," you handed the pink device into his awaiting claws, his hand practically dwarfing the remote as he stared down at it. "You use it so the console can monitor your movements!"

He let out a few curious clicks as he played with the remote in his hand, similarly how you would wield a knife which almost made you giggle. The device was shaped like a thick stick that was decorated pink. He also noticed that it was covered in some rubber sheath with a dangling string.

"How do I wield this?" He asked, patiently allowing you a moment for the translator to help you understand. He stared down at you, silently admiring how small you were compared to him, especially in the nest.

Oblivious, you started explaining the device. "Okay, well, you'll hold this and follow the movements on the screen, basically copy them. The remote will monitor and track on how well you're doing!" You took the remote and pulled out the string as he listened.

"This goes around your wrist and can be adjusted! This makes sure you don't accidentally throw it or drop it." You finished, carefully strapping the fabric around his wrist.

As you were doing that, your yautja continued to admire you. Using his other hand, he played with your hair, careful not to accidentally hurt you with his claws. He loved how smart you were, teaching him something new practically every day. He let out some affectionate purrs the more he thought about it.

He was proud to have such a worthy mate.

Your cheeks flushed a little, smiling up at him which he returned in his own way. His upper mandibles moving to resemble something similar to a smile. "All done, big boy." You teased, pulling away to grab your own remote.

Going through the menu, you selected the game that you inserted a bit ago. After a few more clicks, the song list appeared and you were already searching through some of the songs available.

"Anything that you wanna try?" You asked, looking up at him.

Your yautja shuffled through the songs before one captured his attention. Surprisingly, the beat was very catchy and the characters on the screen was interesting.

"Let's do this one." He said, returning your gaze for your approval.

"Okay! I'm excited for this one, so I'm glad you picked it!" You exclaimed, clicking on the song and getting into position. After a second, you had to pull miserably on your yautja to do the same.

Curse him for being so big, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Halfway through the song, you noticed that your yautja was getting a little frustrated. For the past few minutes, he's been getting a low score.

And your yautja is very competitive.

"Pauk!" He cursed, continuing to get 'ok' on his score and he was starting to get more frustrated.

"You're going great!" You tried encouraging, allowing yourself to get a few low scores purposely without him seeing. "I'm getting a few low scores too!"

However, he didn't hear you, continuing to get more frustrated and moving his arms rougher.

After a moment, something snapped and he swung his arm. In that second, he forgot how powerful he was and his superior strength. The remote flew from his hand, the wrist strap snapping as the device slammed into the screen of the television.

Leaving a large crack.

"Cjit..." He muttered, staring at the television with wide eyes and mandibles spread.

You stood there, facial expression matching his own, your own remote still in your own grasp.

"Pauk, I'm so sorry, little blade." He said, turning towards you with guilt for ruining something that could have been very expensive.

However, you could only laugh as you hunched over, hands on your knees which surprised your mate.

"I-I'm not mad, my love." You reassured, wiping a lonely tear from your face as you straightened yourself. "It was honestly funny."

"But, I broke your television, I shouldn't have lost control like that." He revoked, standing there with his arms crossed and head bowed.

You simply smiled, standing on your toes and patting his head, which made him look towards you.

"I could care less about it. I care more about you and your enjoyment." You stated, leaning in and kissing his lower mandible. He sighed and returned the affection, allowing a few of his mandibles to tickle your cheeks.

"What would I do without you, little mate?" He purred, looking down at you in adoration. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Cease to exist." You teased, biting your lip. You smirked and slowly brushed your fingers through his dreadlocks, tugging on a few. You were rewarded with a low growl.

"Why don't we do something else to let off some steam?"

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@prettywhenibleed

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Twisted Memories

Fem Yautja x Fem! Human! Ex-soldier! Reader

Word count: 928

Warnings: Brief mentions of: suicide, SA, harassment violence, and injury. Themes of PTSD. Nightmares. Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After living through hell, dropping out of service, failing to re-enter civilian life, and trenching across the galaxy, you finally get some peace of mind in your new life. 

A/N: This is probably the most specific fic I've written, and probably the most heavy, but I think it's really good!

You don't like talking about your service, you don't even like telling people that you served. Folks always tried to thank you, and tell you how brave you are. You hated it. There was nothing from your service that was worth being thanked over. You had been forced to kill and maim in the name of corporate interest. You had been harassed simply for the crime of having tits. And so many of your friends were dead, not because they were killed valiantly in the heat of battle, but because they too had been mistreated and abused by the government who they had sworn to protect.

Somehow things got even worse when you left service. The VA was absolutely now help, you had been left with chronic pain from all the shrapnel left in your body. Radio shows and news anchors kept reaching out to hear your story, only for you to tell it and be met with horrified looks and an empty promise that they would keep in touch. The worst part was having to live amongst civilians who had no idea what you went though and would likely vomit if you told them. In the end, getting off planet was the best decision you ever made.

The yautja were much more your style. Their entire civilization was focused on hunting. But not just random senseless killings like back on earth. These hunts had rules, they were fair, and it was for glory. You were treated so well by everyone too. Free, no hassle health care, mental health support, and best of all a loving wife to come home too. 

You loved telling her all about your hunts, but always refrained from telling her about your life before leaving earth. You didn’t want her to know about any of it, and for the most part she didn’t ask. But she did wonder. 

Despite how hard you tried to run from your past it always caught up to you, especially in your dreams. Vivid images of war would regularly flash across the back of your eyelids as your brain struggled to rest. What was worse is that these nightmares were always worse than your memories. They were twisted and warped by your subconscious until they became more horrific than reality could ever be. 

You once again flew out of your sleep, the tendrils of those nightmares slowly fading as your dark bedroom came into view. The soothing voice of your lover wafted into your ears as you slowly regained awareness of the world around you. Even sitting in bed she towered over you, and effortlessly pulled you into her lap and cradled you in her arms as though you were her pup. She loved you like you were her pup. Without even thinking you burrowed your face into her clavicle and sobbed.

“IT WAS SO SCARY!” You wailed. 

“I know love, It's ok, I'm here,” she soothed back. 

“I-I was jus- just tr-try-trying to pull hi-him to safety, and-and they j-just kept SHOOTING AT ME!” You completely lost control as you sobbed and cried into her. She began to rock you as she sang something that you had once heard her singing to a suckling. It was hard to tell in the dead of night how much time had passed but that didn’t matter as your sniffling slowed then stopped.  

“Please,” she spoke, honey and silk dripping from her voice “Tell me.” She didn’t even need to say what, you knew. 

You followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She fixed you both a warm drink before joining you. Almost immediately you poured it all out. Everything you had seen in combat, everything that had been done to you by your superiors, everything. Eventually you had to stop. Your breath hitched, your eyes stung, your nose ran, and the sun was starting to come up. You hadn't even gotten to the subject of the nightmare. Your lover soothed you once again, treating you very much like a sad pup. 

She curled back into bed with you in her arms. Somewhere between the heat of her body, the soft plush of the bed, and the reassuring sounds of the early morning, you were able to fall back asleep, if only for a moment. 

Over the next few days you told your wife more. Telling her how and why you left service, your life after, the many many funerals you attended. Eventually you told her about how and why you left earth, and how everything has been better since then and how you don’t think you can ever go back. She gave you a sad smile.

“My life as well has been better since you have come into it, but I am so sorry that you had to walk though that to be here.” It was at last her turn to cry. Her heart ached for what you had lived though. In that moment the only thing she wanted to do was take that pain away, to take those memories, and to take the nightmares. You both held each other, and embraced for a long moment. Once the tears from both of you began to slow, you pulled away and looked at each other. Her hair painted her face and the tears caught the sunlight to look like jewels. Your rosy cheeks bloomed, and a smile was spread across your face. You echoed back your wife's earlier sentiment.

“I'm sorry I had to go though that too. But fuck do you make it all worth it.”

[my-world-my-stories]

WIP of Chapter 16 of Songbirds And Tigers.

Who knew big alien GFs can be so thoughtful when it comes to food. She's a keeper for sure.

[killershrike]

(my bad yall turns out it still needed shadows, now it's done lmao oh nooo you have to see Ghost again that's sooooo awful what a tragedy)

shadows make him even sexier that's for sure, no wonder so-yin ran off to a literal new world with him after like two days all I'd need is two damn seconds and I'm packing my bags

still credit to @karritakar check out their art! and as always feel free to reblog!

[madarasgirl]

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

This blog features my writing on Madara, Alucard (Hellsing), and now Predator. When I write xReader fanfiction, it will be with a fem!Reader.

There is adult content on this blog. Please heed the warnings.

Master List

Fanfiction

A Love Letter to the King- Worship in the bedroom with Madara and Shippuden references (Complete)

Gods are not Meant to be Bound- Better restraints were required. Madara x Reader pure smut (Complete)

The Gladiator's Ring- A Yautja (Warrior Predator) with a human fetish indulges himself at a sex club (Complete)

The Music of the Night, Alucard (Ultimate) x Reader

A Night for Hunting- Predator/prey, stalker to lover, eventual romance (Ongoing) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23

Without You- Choosing the Sun over the Nosferatu. Romance, shameless smut (Complete)

His Immortal- At the end of the road, angst, xSenior!Reader (Complete)

(Planned) Queen of the Night- For love, the decision of eternity became a simple one

Protect Me Forever (each installment can be read as standalone)

Twin Flames- modern AU, "sugar daddy"Madara x Nurse!Reader, romance (Complete) | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5

(Planned) In Another Time and Place- historical AU, ImperialJapan!Madara x Chinese!OC, war, very dark

Headcanons

Madara and Romance

Madara and Birth Control

Madara and Non-conventional? Sex

Madara's Off Label Sharingan Use

Madara's Off Label Rinnegan Use

Madara SFW Alphabet

Madara NSFW Alphabet

Complimenting Madara & Alucard's Looks

Alucard's Clothes

Miscellaneous

Answered Asks Masterlist

Madara's Best Friend

Madara vs Kunoichi/Medics

Scenarios

Madara Sharingan Smut

Cat and Mouse with Alucard

'Batman' Alucard Gets His Way

Whatever I write is just my thoughts. Don't take anything too seriously.

[sunshine823]

Links to Predator Stories on AO3 authored by my good friend “Shalimar79”

If you enjoy monster loving between a female character and a male yautja, give the below stories a try….

These stories are NSFW.

 

Diamonds in the Rough (In-progress)

A sometime jewel thief makes the ill-advised decision to enter into a bet with a dangerous alien and an incomplete understanding of the rules.

 

Chance (Complete)

After capturing a band of Bad Bloods, an Arbiter who is feeling his age finds himself in possession of a young human, a female sex slave who has known no other life.

 

When the Monsters Come (One-Shot)

You'd heard the stories for years. The elders talked about what happened during the hottest summers in hushed tones, about how the monsters came, but you thought the monsters were only old wives' tales ...

 

The Deal (Complete)

[prey-4-me]

Could you please do an Older Yautja x Reader the reader is helping him/hunting or something and gets hurt. Him being protective etc. If not that's okay too! I wasn't sure if you still wanted requests or not💖

Thx for requesting! I hope you like it ♥️

Older Yautja x reader, no smut, some fluff

Yautja Translations

Kv’var - hunt

***

Nat’ka’pu took the ship out of hyperdrive. The planet hung in orbit in front of you suddenly. Turning to you, he grumbled softly, “Here we are. Let’s get on the surface. What biome do you want to land in?”

You considered. “Above the equator, but still warm. Maybe some plains or forests?” You were thinking about Earth lately and wanted something vaguely familiar.

“Homesick?” He asked, turning back to the flight controls.

“Naw,” you denied. Maybe you were a little. It had been awhile since you’d even been in your home solar system, let alone Earth.

He seemed to understand your feelings anyway, “We can plan a trip there. I always enjoy hunting the poachers while they hunt in… what continent is it? Africa?” ”Yeah,” you mumbled, happy at his choice of prey but still unwilling to admit you were homesick.

“It will be a nice trip. Now, let’s get this kv’var going.” He took you down through the cloud cover swiftly. It broke into a view of the ocean, which spread out below you like a large, blue blanket. He skimmed the water, having fun piloting.

“Acting a bit young for your age, hmm?” You teased.

“Never too old to have fun,” he commented, taking the ship up a bit. A land mass was quickly approaching. It broke out of the water like a golden mountain, greenish trees dotting it like sloppy polka dots.

“Here we are,” he took you over a few large hills and landed in a low spot. “This is where I stayed last time. Very nice spots to hunt in several directions from here.” He stood, “Let’s get your ooman camping gear. Since you insist on sleeping outside the ship…” ”It’ll be fun!” You insisted, throwing yourself into his powerful arms. He grumbled happily, wrapping them around you gently. “If you say so,” he teased. He lowered his head to lightly scratch at the top of your head with his mandibles. It was a sign of affection you enjoyed dearly. You smiled and closed your eyes momentarily.

He pulled away, “Come. Time for these things later. I want to get camp set up before nightfall. The nights here are very dark; there are few stars visible through all the cloudcover on this planet.”

You followed him to the cargo bay, where you had carefully packed all your gear. You were excited to use it alongside Nat’ka’pu. Usually you used all Yautja gear, but this time you were going ‘low tech.’ It would be a nice reminder of home, as well as just something a bit different to do.

Sighing happily, you got to work unpacking. Nat’ka’pu dutifully assisted you, careful with your ooman items so as to not damage them. His strength and the fragility of ooman objects always startled him.

Grinning to yourself, you grabbed your backpack. This was going to be great.

***

Snap! The sound reverberated through the space as you fell. You seemed to fall forever, in slow motion. But all too soon you hit the rocky ground. The way you landed, you knew you were in trouble. Winded, you laid there evaluating. Something was definitely wrong with your left leg. It hurt terribly. But your guts also hurt. Was it just from being jostled from the impact or where you internally bleeding? Fuck.

You reached for your comm. It was gone. Fuck. It would take Nat’ka’pu awhile to notice you were in trouble; you had split up to take down a bear-like creature he called Mnumu. It would make a fine addition to your trophies. But not if you were dead. You looked around. You had fallen into a small opening in the ground. Turned out it was a sort of cave, albeit a small one.

You knew you had to help yourself. It would take Nat’ka’pu valuable time to notice you were missing and then to search for you. You didn’t want him to find a corpse.

Hoisting yourself up slowly, you moved as fast as you could. It was a snails pace, but it was better than nothing. You stood. Looking around, slightly stooped to hold your stomach, you hoped for an escape route. After a moment of pained investigation, you thought one wall looked scalable. For an uninjured human. You sighed; you’d just have to try it anyway. Time to go for it. You grit your teeth and hobbled to the wall. Gripping stone in each shaking hand, you gathered the courage to climb.

***

You heaved your damaged leg over the top of the ledge. Finally. You had made it, after an excruciating climb. It had been painful to climb, but also terrifying. You didn’t want to fall again.

You again searched for your comm. Maybe you had dropped it before falling into the hole?

Nothing.

You gave up. You had to move on. Your guts were still hurting. Maybe even more so than initially. But you could only struggle along so fast. Your left leg was definitely broken. You hobbled along, using low hanging branches to support yourself. You headed toward camp very slowly. The light was already fading. You weren’t sure how active the fauna was at night on this planet, and you definitely weren’t prepared to find out alone. You had to make it back before dusk was over.

You struggled for maybe an hour. The distance was reasonably short, but you were badly injured and not even sure if you could make it all the way. You became afraid as the light died and the darkness closed in around you. Nat’ka’pu was right; it was horrifically dark at night here. You stumbled along, walking into trees and tripping over uneven ground. Finally you took your last fall. You couldn’t get up; you were simply in too much pain and too weak from covering the short distance you had made it. Trying to hold back outright terror, you reasoned that Nat’ka’pu now knew you were in trouble. He was looking for you. He was a well experienced tracker, being the Elder in his clan. He’d find you. You somewhat relaxed.

A twig snapped. You waited. Nat’ka’pu?

Only insect chatter.

You waited some more. Then you heard heavy footfalls coming your way. Nat’ka’pu was light of foot. What was this?

Whatever it was circled you slowly, small twigs snapping here and there. It seemed to not mind that you could track its movement. It probably sensed your injury.

A low growl sounded. More circling. You drew your knife. It was the only thing you had to defend yourself with, aside from your bare hands. An extended growl sounded from very close behind you. You whimpered, scrambling to turn to face it. By the time you had, you had heard it circle around to be behind you again. Fear clutched your heart like a crushing hand.

You turned your head, straining to see anything. But it was dark and quiet and terrifyingly calm.

It charged you. You heard it coming like a freight train. It roared.

Wait, that was a familiar roar. A scuffled ensued in the dark. You heard Nat’ka’pu’s aggressive clicks and roars as he and the Thing tore at each other. You heard a tree branch crack. Screaming, yelping, then silence. Terrible silence. You called out into the dark.

“It’s okay.” The sound was right in your ear. Startled, you yelled and fell backwards. You laid there weakly as Nat’ka’pu crooned to you, “It’s okay, small one. I’m here. The Mnumu is not a threat anymore. Now, let me see.” You heard him clicking through the different visions in his helmet. Finally he growled and clicked softly. Gentle hands reached out and scooped you up.

“We’re not far from the ship. We’ll be there in no time.” You felt him stand and turn and begin walking rapidly.

“Am I… am I okay?” You asked weakly, feeling dizzy.

“…yes.” He didn’t elaborate. You knew you were in trouble. You felt him hug you to himself slightly more tight than before.

Suddenly a great screaming echoed through the forest. It was followed by several other distinct cries. A group of Mnumu?

Great crashing sounds came from behind. They gained on you at a frightening speed. Nat’ka’pu set you down on something bushy and soft. “Stay awake. I need to deal with these.” You heard his laser cannon activate. He turned to face them and let out a bone shaking roar. An explosion went off. In the brief light, you saw Nat’ku’pu grappling with two huge Mnumu. Then all was dark again. Only the gnashing of teeth and sounds of battle let you know what was going on.

Something screamed in pain. Something else roared in anger. Nat’ka’pu uttered a ferocious growl. Then all was breaking tree limbs and grunting. Something heavy fell in the forest. All was suddenly shockingly still. You heard whimpering. Then quiet. All was horribly quiet.

“My heart, are you okay?” Nat’ka’pu sounded strange.

“Yes,” you called out, arms outstretched. You were rewarded with warm clicks and a strong embrace. “Come, little one. We need to go.” You had started to feel cold. You knew you needed to go now.

You felt something warm drip on you as Nat’ka’pu ran through the forest, carrying you in a protective embrace. “Nat’ka,” you called him by your nickname for him, “are you bleeding?”

“A little,” he confessed, still with a strange tone to his voice.  You wondered how bad it was for him. Cold suddenly grabbed your body like a wet blanket. You whimpered for Nat’ka. He growled to you, “Stay awake. My little warrior. You are going to be fine.” You believed him, and kept your eyes open as long as you could. But, they were so heavy…

***

“Up, up. Up.” You were being shaken.

You realized you had slipped into dangerous unconsciousness. Whimpering softly, you reached towards Nat’ka’s voice.

Large hands grabbed yours. “Here, I’m here, little warrior. You’re so brave. Now, stay awake for me.”

Pain spiked up your left leg all the way up your spine. Sniffling, you tried to ask what was going on. “Are we on the ship? Are we safe? Did you—“ you babbled.

Nat’ka’pu grumbled softly as his hands worked over your leg. “Your bone is protruding. It will be okay, but this is gonna hurt.” ”What will?” Crunch! You screamed in pain as Nat’ka responded, “That. Now your bone is back in alignment in your body.” He squirted sterile liquid all over your leg. It burned. You wriggled in utter agony, your guts still hurting badly. You realized you had to tell Nat’ka.

“My stomach is hurting. I think I hurt it in the fall too.” ”Fall? What happened?” He continued to work calmly. 

“Uh, I uh slipped and fell into a ravine.”

He grumbled, “Ooomans so heavy footed.”’

Finally you realized the strange tone in Nat’ka’s voice. He was in pain. “Are you wounded?” You tried to sit up to evaluate him. You groaned, too weak and shaky to even lift your head up.

“Yes. It’s not too bad though. Just a bite on my shoulder.” He carefully palpated your stomach until you yelled out. “Right there! It hurts right there,” you panted.

“Okay. Let’s get you in the medscanner. Your leg is repaired for the moment. But this pain could be serious.” He gently scooped you up again. You closed your eyes, guts churning and feeling shaken and battered. As he carried you, your heavy eyelids closed again.

*** ”I’m fine; really,” you assured your friend. She clicked dubiously. “You’re on one leg and your organs are bruised. I dunno if I’d classify that as ‘okay,’ really.” ”Well. I’m alive. And walking. Nat’ka’pu took good care of me.”

A snarl sounded from behind you. You and your friend both turned to face Skemte. He clicked his mandibles derisively. “I see Nat’kapu almost lost his pet. So frail, this soft meat.” He shoved you. Your buddy had to grab you to keep you from falling over. Just as you both were complaining, you heard a furious roar the likes of which you had never heard before. Who was that? You swiveled your neck sharply to just in time see Nat’ka midair. He was targeting Skemte, your erstwhile bully. You snapped your head around to watch the impact as the Elder Yautja pummeled the younger. There was no mercy.

Skemte shrieked and whined, “I didn’t see you there! I didn’t mean anything by it!” Nat’ka’pu stopped, but boxed Skemte’s ears as he growled, “Any attack against them is a one against me, understand?” Skemte nodded, barely able to stand after the beating. Nat’ka let him go and focused his attention on you. “Are you okay?” ”Yeah,” you grumbled, embarrassed you were so impaired at the moment.

He gently grabbed you. “Let’s go; I want to talk to you…” You both thanked your friend for their help. Turning, you felt Na’ta’pu wrap a powerful arm around your slighter form.

***

“So, what do you want to discuss?” You asked, once you had reached your shared quarters. ”Oh, nothing, I just wanted to bring you back here so you could rest. I need to watch over you better right now; I can’t believe I let Skemte blindside you like that.” He growled, eyes dark.

“I’m okay,” you reassured. He gently put his forehead to yours. “But you could definitely be better. So, lie down and take a nap. I can see you’re tired. I’ll be here the whole time, watching you.”

Smiling, you laid down slowly, your body complaining. Once comfortable, Nat’ka’pu tucked you in. Sitting next to you, he ran a hand lightly over your head. Purring a lullaby, he soothed you to sleep.

[yautjalover]

The Yautja fan guide is finally here! I’ve uploaded three chapters so far, with more to come! You must have an account to leave a comment. This is for to keeping out trolls or trouble makers.

Since we have no official confirmation on what is and isn’t canon, I and a few others had the idea to compile everything that is known in one handy guide.

Whether you’re wanting to write a fanfic and are having trouble finding information or just wanting to read a fun little guide, this’ll be for you! There are big blanks in canon, so some things are either conjecture or agreed upon by the contributors in order to provide helpful starting points.

You are free to still have your own creative interpretation or head canon.

Once completely uploaded, it will have eleven chapters, so don’t worry about having to read a thick tome of info that’s hard to slog through. At some point, this will also be available on WattPad as well. Down the line I’ll share the link to the PDF document for your own keeping. 🙂

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[shaymin-99]

Just a scene from my fan fic "Peanutbutter is stuck on my ceiling" I will update it tomorrow, I've just been busy with school.