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probablyspooky · 2 years ago

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Traitor (2010 Predator x Fem! Reader )

Plot: You’re mated to the Berserker predator, and his hunting reserve slot comes up, but you are in the middle of your cycle for the month, and for the desire to sire his offspring, he brings you along for the trip. But while along for the trip, you get mistaken for one of the humans who were recently dropped on the planet for game. Thinking you have head trauma, they drag you along for the ride, causing your mate to get even more aggressive and even a little jealous.

Soft moans could be heard from within Berserkers chambers, even the youngest of yautja could understand what he was doing, not all understood his choices in mates, but one thing was for certain, he really did seem to enjoy you.

Feeling his hot breath on the back of your neck, as his hand was held forcefully on the front of your neck, you were moaning quietly into his rough, course hand.

His other hand wrapped firmly around your waist, as his fingers grazed your clit, giving you gentle swirls of pleasure. Drool began to dribble out the corner of your mouth, feeling all the length of his member pulse into you over and over.

The sounds of your juices mixing with his as he continuously thrusted into you seemed to excite him even more than before. His deep sunken eyes seemed to be in pure ecstasy, his large mandibles clicking against your back skin, you whimpered under his touch.

So here you were, sitting on your mate's member, while he sat in his chair, moaning into his hands as he growled in pleasure from underneath you. You could feel the pleasure pooling in your stomach as there was a knock at the door.

You had recently been cleared by the tribes healers, and you were clear to produce an offspring for Berserker, he didn’t want to waste a single second of time. It took a year of tests, a year of poking your body, bruises from all the blood work you had to endure. He almost called the whole thing off until last month. After your period, the healer informed Berserker that you could in fact give him an offspring.

Berserker grunted in annoyance, and shouted at whomever it was to come in, not releasing you from his grasp.

The door slid open, and in walked one of the members from his hunting team, he wore a mask with long tusks that protruded from his lower jaw. (The tracker predator)

“What is it Tusk?” Berserker groaned, continually pulsing into you, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Our time for the game reserve has come, we leave in an hour,” Tusk responded, staring at you in awe.

You began to shake as it was becoming too much to bare, you began to cry out as Berserker gripped your waist tighter.

“Very well, prepare the others”, your mate replied, leaning you forward and thrusting into you from behind, grunting as his climax was about to peak. Your legs shook, as you reached your climax, small squirts of you shooting onto your mates torso, this sending him over the edge as he smelled you, bringing him over the edge, he spilled into you, filling you up.

“You are...you are going on a trip?” you asked between breaths, sitting up on your mates lap, him caressing your back.

“Yes, it’ll be awhile...how much longer do we have on your cycle?”, he asked, crooking his head to look at you.

“Elder said I have about 5 days left, tomorrow being the day I will be most fertile.”

“I do not wish to miss a day without you,” he replied, grabbing a thin fur and wrapping it around your torso, “Perhaps I will sneak you along”

“If you want me to go, I will.” you replied, leaning your head onto his shoulder, taking in his scent.

“Very well, I will make sure all the necessary materials for you will be with us as well.” he stated, standing you up, then himself, replacing his loin cloth around his waist, he led you out of the room, seeing the others begin to pack up the weapons and materials needed for a trip such as this.

Berserker then left you in the company of Tusk, who was the closest thing you had to a friend on this planet. Once Berserker had left, Tusk turned to you.

“Do you know where we are going?” Tusk asked, looking down at you,

“I do not, but where he wishes I go, I will go.” you replied, looking up at the young yautja.

“I can show you”, Tusk said kneeling down and showing you his wrist, after typing into the control, a small hologram appeared, and after a few more clicks it zoomed from the planet you were currently on, to the galaxy, then zooming back into another smaller planet, with more than one sun.

“This is the hunting reserve,” Tusk started, “Every so often we get to go for fun, or some un-blooded get to go to learn important trapping methods, for alpha this is going to be a hunting trip for pleasure, rather than for glory”

“I see,” you said, looking in awe at the small device

“Yes, once we land there we will give you a tracker and map, to be sure of your safety, Alpha would get rather upset if we let something happen to you”

Soon after this conversation you found yourself fully clothed in nice garments, nothing too fancy as you were about to spend the week in a jungle mating with Berserker, but nice enough you would be protected from the elements. Sitting in the back of the ship you watched the planet you called home get smaller as the distance between you two increased, and you were soon on your way to the reserve planet, besides Tusk, Berserker and you there was one other yautja who joined you on this trip. Falcon who rather die by the blade rather than by gun, the four of you flew through space to make your way to the game reserve.

The trip there wasn’t very long, as these trips were often quick, and they sent yautja there quiet frequently, other clans often clashed, so it was usually best for you to land far apart.

Once the ship had settled deep in the forest, you began to set up camp, it wasn’t very hard as previous members of the Jungle hunters clan often reused the same base, as it was there, and lined with trophies from previous hunts.

Berserker walked up to you, and handed you a small box, within the box was a tarp, and some rope, this informed you that he was giving you shelter. Taking this you walked to the edge of the camp, a bit away as to not smell the decaying corpses, but close enough that you were in sight at all times.

As stated before there are other yautja on the planet, and not all of them know about you, or your mate.

While setting up your tent, you felt uneasy, a familiar feeling you have felt before, throwing the tarp over the rope and securing it to the ground, you turned to look into the wilderness. You’ve only felt this way once before, and it was how you met your mate in the past.

Before you could turn and call out to your mate, a grapple net shot out from the foliage and incased you in wire netting, you began to scream out in fear, and struggled against the binds that now help you.

Before your eyes, the familiar sight of a yautja cloaking device turning off appeared right before your eyes, and you looked up to see a younger yautja, not one of the clan you were bound to.

The young male looked at you confused, as you were wearing clothes that of one of high honor from his home planet. He knelt down, touching the net that held you, and retracted it back in, but not letting you go, as soon as the net was gone, he grabbed you back the neck and began to inspect your face. To the right of your face you were obviously marked with the sigil of the hunter clan.

Before he could realize his mistake, the familiar sound of heavy footsteps could be heard behind him. When the yautja turned to see what it was, Berserker quickly knocked him down with his fist, knocking the young one to the ground. Tusk and Falcon came up shortly after, and soon took note of what was going on, they quickly grabbed the young one and took him to the center of the camo, stringing him up by chains.

Berserker turned his attention back to you, and cupped your cheek softly.

“Did he harm you?” he asked, taking note of any injuries the net may have inflicted upon you.

“No, I was just started...” you replied, sitting up in the dirt, your clothes now dirty from struggling on the dirt from the net.

“I will have him tortured for touching you”

Berserker quickly stood up and made his way back into the camp, giving orders to Tusk and Falcon to not feed the young one for the duration of the trip. He then reached into one of the crates they had brought, and pulled out a small silver disk, walking back over to your area, he knelt down, and slid it into your breast cup.

“What is it?” you asked, looking down into your shirt

“A tracker, you are free to move about the island, it gives off sound that most creatures will not like, and it will beep very loudly if you come too close to any of our traps.”

You smiled at the thought of him wanting you safe, and you pressed your forehead against his.

“Thank you” you smiled

“Will you do that thing?” he purred, crooking his head at you

Blushing slightly, you stood up as he knelt down, taking your hands and cupping his face, you placed your lips onto his forehead giving him a soft kiss against his tough skin.

After a bit the group set out to go set traps before the newest shipment of game arrived, you tagged along, sitting upon Berserkers shoulders like a prize in a store. You watched as they set traps, and laid out cover, taking note of any hiding places any game would wanna hide in.

Growing bored of watching them work, you were given permission to walk the forest, and that you did. You walked away from the group, and began to take note of any unique things you found. Before you knew it , you were lost.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to tracking teaching Berserker had been trying to teach you, so you tried your best to walk back to camp.

But soon your ears were filled with the screams of the new game that was falling in from the dropships.

Not knowing what type of creatures these were, you rushed into a empty stump as an attempt to hide from them. You could hear their thuds of their bodies as they began to land and hit the ground. After the screaming had died down, you tried to peak out from the stump, only to find another woman staring directly at you.

You gasped and quickly ducked back down into the stump, but you could hear her steps coming closer.

You looked up from the opening of the stump and met her eyes.

“Where the hell are we?” she demanded to know, pointing her gun at you.

You dared not respond to her, and ducked back down.

“Hey,” her voice could be heard, but this time it was a bit calmer than before, “You can come out, I won’t hurt you..”

You felt a hand gently tap your head, and soon you began to find yourself stepping out of the stump.

“What’s your name?” she asked, looking around to make sure there was no one watching the two of you, “I’m Isabelle”

You just looked at her with wide eyes, as it had been years since you had last seen another human, and you knew better than to converse with the hunted, so you just stared at her with wide eyes, eventually you could hear more voices, and while you tried to take a step away to go find Berserker, Isabelle grabbed your and and led you to the other voices.

Eventually you found yourself surrounded by other humans, mostly men, and as they continued to argue about where they were or who each other is, they had all come to the conclusion that they were all captured and brought here based on their backgrounds. While everyone was chatting, and by everyone I mean those with weapons, you felt a slap hit your rump, causing you to yelp out in surprise, causing everyone to turn and look at you.

You were currently staring at Stan the inmate, who was chuckling under his breath about how nice you looked in those weird clothes.

“Hey leave her alone, shithead,” Isabelle said, grabbing your arm and pulling you back, “She’s got head trauma or something, she won’t talk”

“Great, more dead weight,” Royce said, shrugging his shoulders, and walking past the group, “Where is the other guy?”

The whole group looked around, only hearing the wind blow in the trees, until the silence was broken by a groaning, agonizing sound of Cuchillo calling for help. The group grabbed you, and began to lead you towards the sound, the silver disc in your chest cup began to beep quietly, so you quickly stand your ground, and refuse to move.

“Hey what's wrong?” Isabelle asked, looking at the group and then back at you, but you refused to move.

“I’ll stay with her,” Edwin said, sitting down in the dirt next to you, with that the rest of the group went to go follow the cries for help.

Edwin didn’t say much, in fact he said nothing at all, he just stared at you with this blank expression, it made you uneasy. Soon the group returned, informing the two of you that Cuchillo was dead, and there were traps all around him. Royce gave you a weird look, and soon the group was on the move again.

But in the trees there was a beast, not your beast, but one of them, Tusk stood amongst the trees, and using his communicator, he informed Berserker that the group was making their way to the camp.

“Good, I’ll have her by my side soon again,” Berserker replied, using his cloak and disappearing into thin air, he and Falcon waited in the camp for the group to approach.

#Yaujta #yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader

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gamblersdoll · 1 year ago

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any monster fuckers here? say “MF”

update: talks of 🍃 and monster fucking , not my usual content

so im zooted as shit (kids dont do what i do) but watched alien vs predator again, and watched more predator and holy shit is fine.

i mean if imagine you meet into him after he had stalked and hunted you down for days and you’re trembling in fear because hes a ALIEN, but hes not attacking you and only caressing your cheek?

i believe if you have any facial or body piercings, hed be more than excited, (because in their culture it has more sentimental value, dont ask me what.) and hes just chittering and slight purrs

and ofc hes very very skeptical about you at first, because it wss you v him and his tribe. but it doesnt take long to grow fond of you, and he responds to more of your questions. just little nods or grunts or shakes of his head. and you can tell hes just staring at you all the time.

and if you kill a xenomorph in front of him? he’s definitely head over heels for you, wants to learn your scent better and just be around you. doesnt take a second to not be super territorial of you.

and it wont take long for him to mate with you either, hes super needy, and he cant voice that because he chooses not to, you have to learn him :( and hes nibbling on your neck or shoulder and hes just humping into you. these things are cat coded, so definitely some nips or purrs while he sleeps or when hes fully inside of you and he needs you to be his only mate.

absolutely loves the size difference between you both, hes huge compared to you. (towering at 8’ tall.) and hes just slinging you over. and if your thick or chubby hes FERAL. (because female yautjas are bigger than males.) and he will bend you over and slide his cock into you while hes just drooling over you.

also loved when you play with his dreadlocks, he purrs and clicks because it feels nice.

#alien vs predator #predator #yautja #yaujta #avpm #predator x reader #predator x prey #predator x you #predator x human #alien species

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im-his-druidess · 2 years ago

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So guess who just watched all the Predator movies? 🙃

Now guess who is in love with the Predators 🙃

#gotta get my clown shoes ready #why am i like this 🙃#predator films #yaujta #prey 2022 #alien vs predator #yautja x Reader #Predator x Reader #the cryptid speaks

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theheartcollecter · 5 months ago

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Guys please help me out I’m gonna die. I cant stop thinking abt a yautja running after me through the forest of some unknown planet and ofc catching me and fucking me and then keeping me forever and everrrrrrrrr!!!!!! Hehe if that wasn’t clear enough I would love it if you guys sent me some yautja fics🤭🤭

#୨୧ emi’s dairy !#yaujta smut #yautja x reader #monster fucker #yaujta #im going insane

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czlowiek-lasu · 2 years ago

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Happy Easter 🐰

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saphira5 · 1 year ago

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Wolf Predator x Werewolf Reader Part 4

Y/n circles Wolf, he begins clicking at y/n, but you couldn't understand him. You tilt y/n head at him, he then begins clicking at Light-Stepper, the other predators bow their heads at him and Light-Stepper nods.

Wolf walks off, y/n follows him, you stay close to Wolf side.

Wolf leads y/n somewhere different, y/n smells a bunch of strange things. Wolf turns a corner, y/n looks right, and y/n sees a bunch of little tents hanging from the sides of buildings. Y/n also sees a bunch Yautja, standing behind tables, y/n sees a Yautja selling some type of weird looking fruit or veggie.

It is very small; it reminds y/n of the figs back on earth, it is round and the same size of a fig, and brown with a brown stem coming from the top.

Y/n also sees many other Yautja buying things from other Yautja . Y/n looks up at Wolf and y/n sees him looking at y/n. Wolf then begins walking, y/n follows him, y/n sees strange animals and cloths, also fur. Wolf stops in front of a table, y/n sees a bunch weird tools and metals. Wolf begins clicking at the Yautja, the Yautja hands Wolf a tool.

It looks just like a screwdriver, but the head is all wrong, it is shaped like a star. Wolf then hands the Yautja some silver looking coin. The Yautja takes it, Wolf then begins walking away, y/n follows him.

Many Yautja bow their heads at Wolf, he clicks and the Yautja resume what they are doing.

Wolf had brought a bunch of strange things, tools of all sizes and shapes, also weird looking fruits and meats. Wolf walks out from the market, y/n follows him, y/n finally smells something familiar, you smell Wolf's house.

Y/n walks past wolf and you head straight to your room.

Y/n hears Wolf right behind y/n. You walk inside y/n room, you head to the window and y/n picks up the neckless and put it on. Wolf begins clicking, "what happen", y/n ignores him. Y/n lays down and you turn your head to the right, facing the wall. Y/n can still sense Wolf in the room, Wolf stays there for a bit.

Y/n then hears something, Wolf walks away, y/n looks to the door.

Y/n sees Wolf back for a second then the door closes silently. Y/n gets up and follows Wolf, y/n walks to the main room. Y/n sees Wolf seating in his chair, y/n walks closer, and y/n sees a strange screen with strange writing.

The writing is just like to writing on the pod and Wolf's ship. Y/n stand behind the chair, so you won't disturb Wolf. The screen then begins lifting up, Wolf begins standing up from the chair.

He turns and looks at y/n, he begins clicking his mandibles ay y/n.

"Going, come", y/n wags your tail, you begin prancing around Wolf. Y/n then stops and looks at Wolf, "thank you". Wolf walks to his weapons, y/n is right behind him, he takes an alien tail whip and his helmet. Wolf then begins walking outside to his ship. Wolf gets in first then y/n shifts into human form, you then hop in.

Wolf walks to the cock pit and takes a seat. Wolf begins tying, strange red symbols appear. The ship starts to come alive, then it is off.

Y/n look through the window and sees a volcano erupting also more buildings like Wolf's place. Then the ship starts ascending to the sky, y/n sees a small planet. It is about the size of the moon, but the color is completely different. The planet is bright red with stripes that are black. The ship passes the planet, y/n sees a bunch of stars.

Y/n tried to look for the consolations, but the stars aren't the same.

Y/n looks for a bit then y/n turns around. You see Wolf staring at y/n, he looks away quickly. Y/n goes to lay down under Wolf's chair, y/n turns and looks up at the bottom of the chair.

"Wolf, six predators entered you home, one of them put a rope on me and lead me to a dome. Where I fought six dogs, then I smelled you, so I ran to you". Y/n waits a bit then y/n hears hissing from Wolf. "Will handle", y/n nods "ok, where are we going". "Tribe", y/n doesn't say anything, you fall asleep for a bit.

Y/n wakes up, you stand up and look outside, y/n sees a huge planet.

It is a light blue, it reminds y/n of Neptune color. But this planet is two time bigger than Jupiter. Y/n watch the ship descend into the planet's atmosphere.

Y/n sees dark clouds, then when y/n gets closer to the ground you see snow falling. When the ship lands y/n is the first off, y/n bends down and touches the snow. Y/n loves the cold and the snow, winter is y/n favorite season. Y/n hears wolf getting off, you shift into werewolf form. Then y/n turns and looks at Wolf, "follow", Wolf begins walking.

Y/n walks all fours, y/n sees very little trees, y/n can hear a waterfall in the distance. Wolf climbs at hill, y/n runs in front of Wolf. When you arrive at the top of the hill, y/n sees a huge camp.

Tents and a huge fire in the middle, y/n also sees a horse.

It looks like a horse, it is on all fours, it has a saddle on it. The color is very strange, it is a bright red color. The horse like creature seems to be missing hair and skin, y/n can see all the bones. Y/n waits for Wolf, when he arrives at the top of the hill y/n waits for Wolf to lead the way. Y/n follows Wolf closely behind, you then see a human.

A woman wearing a thick coat, the white fur is pure then the snow. Then y/n sees a Yautja step outside the largest tent. Wolf bows at him and y/n does to, then Wolf bows at the human women.

Y/n also bows to her, she looks at y/n strange.

She then motions y/n to come close, y/n looks at Wolf, he nods at y/n. You walk slowly to her, she pets y/n head. Y/n falls to ground, you show your belly to her, and y/n begins making chuffing sounds. The sound just like a tiger, she rubs y/n belly when she stops y/n gets up.

Y/n sniff her again, she smells just like a cherry blossom tree.

Y/n bows at her then y/n walks back to Wolf. The Yautja is a light grey, with many little spikes sticking out of its face and head, it wears a light blue cape.

It also carries a spear; it is held in his right hand. The human women enter the huge tent, she opens it for the Yautja. it steps inside, then Wolf and y/n is last to enter. The human women begin walking to the Yautja, she sits right next to him. Y/n lays down near Wolf, y/n keeps eyes on the human and the Yautja.

Wolf begins clicking at the Yautja, the Yautja begins clicking as well. "Welcome to the Isolated Clan, this is my wife. Alexa"

"I had asked you Wolf hear to help me find my clan. Are main ship has gone missing, I located it near the planet Pluto. The ship has been moving towards the planet earth. I fear a collision and many losses. Aliens are on the ship". Wolf looks at y/n then looks at the Yautja. "We will help you, Ancient", the elder bows a bit at Wolf then at y/n. Alexa also bows at y/n, Wolf looks at y/n, "human, not werewolf".

Y/n nods at wolf "werewolf", y/n and Wolf look at Alexa.

Y/n shifts into human form, you stand up and look at Alexa, she looks at y/n shocked.

She then gets up quickly and tries to find something to cover y/n. Alexa grabs a fur from a huge bed "Walk nude", Alexa stops dead in her tracks and looks at Wolf then at y/n, she is red as a tomato.

"I don't wear cloths because of shifting, my kind always walk in the nude". Alexa puts the fur back and walks and sits down.

Post 10/23/23 very late

#predator #predator x reader #predator x you #predator x human #wolf predator #yaujta #yautja x reader #yautja x human #alien vs predator

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that1nerd-20 · 1 year ago

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Here's what you all voted on. My new D&D character, Apollo Kelby. He was raised by two female humans. So he's not a traditional yautja. His mask was left with him when they found him, he also had a dog. The ones that look like a dog version of a yautja. It died when he was around 17 in human years (about 48ish actual years.) His parents died when he was 19 (50ish years) and then he left home and started adventuring.

Let me know if you want anymore stuff about him, like stories (xReader) or imagines/headcanons, literally anything

#yautja art #yautja #yautja x reader #yaujta #yautja character #dnd #dnd charcter art #dnd character #dnd campaign #yautja dnd character #d&d #d&d art

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shanties-of-a-sea-witch · 2 years ago

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Am I considered a monster fucker or a slasher fucker if i’m down bad for predator???

#predator #slasher x reader #monster fudger #monster fucker #i need answers #plz plz plz #yautja boyfriend #yaujta

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salemwasnteverhere · 8 months ago

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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕! ❤︎

Rules☽︎

what I do write for

Female reader

Any race reader (should be obvious)

Any culture reader (if I do not know the culture then I will do my research! Sorry if I get anything wrong!)

Any size reader

NSFW

SFW

Angst

Fluff

Non-humans like monsters and (fake) gods

WlW

If I don't know a character then I may not write for them. I'm sorry :(

New Note: If I write for someone they'll most likely be ooc. I'm finna be 100% with y'all. When I write for x readers I imagine myself as your character (kinda the point) and I write both the character and world in a way I would want. Still love y'all though frfr 🙏♥️

What I don't write for

Male reader

Age play

Non-con, dub-con, that shit is disgusting

Scat

Pee

Animals

Feet

Lactation

BDSM

Face slapping

'Daddy', 'master', names like that

Specific names for readers

Roleplaying kinks

Cheating

Abuse

Self Harm

Fandoms☾︎

Love and Deepspace

Jujutsu Kaisen

NBC Hannibal

Twilight (lame I know :3)

Demon Slayer

Castlevania

The Southern Book Clubs guide to slaying Vampires

Elden Ring

Detroit: Become Human

Baldurs Gate 3

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Alien Vs Predator (yaujta only)

Most slashers except Myers, Brahms, Freddy, Chucky, and the Sinclair boys since I haven't watched their movie yet

The Lost Boys

Peaky blinders

Assassin's Creed

House of The Dragon (Not Aegon, Criston Cole, or Harwin)

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑺! ✿︎ (only fandoms I currently have posts on are here)

ᒪOᐯᗴ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪᗴᗴᑭՏᑭᗩᑕᗴ

Father!Sylus x Daughter!Reader pt.1?

Sugar and Salt! Sylus fluff 100 followers celebration

Sylus's opinion on quickies

Showering with Sylus

Sylus hating on Xavier

How Sylus fucks you when he over stimulates you

Sylus x Vampire!Reader (not that good)

ᗰOᑎՏTᗴᖇՏ

Yandere!Tentacle Monster x Fem!Lighthouse reader

ᗴᒪᗪᗴᑎ ᖇIᑎᘜ

Yandere!Rarika x Fem!Reader

ᒍᑌᒍᑌՏTᑌ KᗩIՏᗴᑎ

Summer ends. Camp Counselor! Gojo x Counselor!Reader

Demon Slayer

Hashira men reacting to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

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probablyspooky · 2 years ago

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Traitor (2010 Predator x Fem! Reader) Pt. 2

Yall ate this up like a nice bowl of mama’s chili

(I’m stupid as fuck)

Last Next

Being forced to follow beings you didn’t like wasn’t unusual for the typer of placement you had in your life, when you first met Berserker, you hated him, oh you hated him.

You had been born on a planet much like the one you were on, while your DNA was human, you had never been to Earth before, your parents often taught you of the many things that went on Earth, but soon their numbers were called, and they were taken away to be hosts for face-huggers. By the time you came of age you had managed to make a friend, a young yautja who looked a bit different than the others who surrounded him, his eyes were much more sunken, and his jaw and mandibles were larger than normal, many mocked him, or you thought they were mocking him.

Before you could be used as a host for a face-hugger, you were a servant for the Elders of the tribe, often skinning meat, and preparing meals for those who had just had a successful hunt. Berserker would often watch you, and tease you that he was going to rip your spine off, often cornering you in buildings threatening to take your life then and there, and no one would bat an eye.

You often cried yourself to sleep in fear of being brutally murdered, but this was the life you were born into. As you grew older to adulthood, so did Berserker, even though he was still technically older than you as they age slower, (say you were like 11 when you were a servant he was a bit bigger than you already but like a teen in their eyes, so like 30 something in human years don’t quote me on this I’m so sleepy), when you were brought up to age, you and those in your same age group, were brought up to the Elders chambers, which served as the meeting room. There they were designating where each of you will be sent, whether that be into slavery for life, or being sent off planet to be hunted.

When the Elder came to you, he held the marker covered in acid (much like the xenomorph blood used in Alien vs. Predator), a voice spoke up, that of the Berserker predator, who had grown rather large, larger than those who had made fun of him in the past, he had proven to his Elders in his time to be a mighty hunter and warrior, bringing honor and glory to the Hunters clan.

“Wait!”, he spoke up, causing the Elder to growl in his direction for interrupting this ceremony.

“What is it?”, Elder hissed in his direction,

“I wish to take her as my own,”

“To eat?”

“To mate”

It took a bit of convincing amongst the Elders to see if this was even allowed, but the oldest Elder, dubbed Vi’kor, spoke out on how in the past their kind has mated with those of different species before, often to create stronger hybrid offspring, adding to his argument that Berserker has proven himself time and time again on the battlefield, allowing him to have his pet is a suitable reward.

And like that, you were chosen by Berserker as a mate, he didn’t force himself upon you, but as tradition is important to them, the two of you were to go on a hunt together, somewhere off planet, and as the story goes, the two of you grow closer, perhaps it was the time he rescued you from a large bear tiger beast, or when you helped tend to the wounds he received while protecting you, but the two of you meshed together rather well.

The two of you staring into a fire, where his latest kill was being roasted over the fire, he didn’t prefer this cooked meat idea, but your stomach couldn’t handle raw meats such as these.

While tending over the fire, you began to poke at the meat, trying to see if the meat was cooked all the way through, suddenly feeling the graze of your mates fingers upon your back, you slowly turned your head to look at him.

“Yes?” you asked, turning to look at him

“You are very small...I could hurt you at any moment,” he replied, clicking his mandibles

“Yes you could,” you mumbled, feeling uneasy, and turning back to look at the meat.

While you did this, a second hand found its way around your waist, and you felt his chest press against your back, his odd attempt at a hug.

“I will protect you then,” he whispered into your ear

“Thank you...” you replied, touching his bicep with your hand.

That night, you were truly mated, your bond only growing stronger over the years, eventually as yautja do, he wished for offspring, but not wanting to lose you possibly from any complications, he took you to the best healers his clan had to offer. That year you were poked and prodded, bruises from bloodwork, and other types of medicines on your body, it all took a toll.

Laying in the nest of his chambers, a metal bowl that hovered above the ground, filled with pelts and furs, you lay, resting after another healer visit. You could hear the door open, and the heavy footsteps of Berserker enter. You didn’t dare move, you were too sore, too tired, you simple gave a whimper to acknowledge his presence.

“You are tired?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the nest, taking his large hand and brushing your hair back (or down if you have curly hair).

“I am very sore, but I’ve been sore before” you chuckled, turning over to look at him

“I am sorry...” he grumbled, taking his hand back

“It is okay, I’m doing this for you,”

“If it becomes too much, you can stop”

You smiled and placed your hand onto the hand that was on your head, rubbing your thumb against his wrist.

“I can handle it love”

He quickly stood up, and stormed out of the room, love was not a term that was used often in his native tongue, guilt washed over him, and he began to realize that he cherished you more than his desire for an offspring.

He was on his way to the healers quarters to call the whole thing off, but once he entered the healer greeted him calmly and informed that the tests were a success, and that you could carry a pup to term.

Excitement washed over him, as he rushed back to your shared home, throwing himself onto the nest with you, you jumped up startled.

“What is wrong?” you said, panic in your voice taking over

“You can carry my child!” he replied, pinning you to the bed, ready to take you in that moment

“Wait!” you gasped, as he began to reach for your lower skirt

“What is wrong?”

“It is my time”, you mumbled, embarrassed

Like a clock ticking it took him a moment to understand what you meant, and like bait in a trap, he understood.

“Very well, we will get you pregnant next month, but for now...”he growled reaching for your skirt once again.

And here you were currently, following humans who had in fact been born on Earth, those had seen war, those who committed crimes, some worse than others.

The group continued to walk throughout the forest, eventually forcing you to a clearing, familiar foliage became known and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized you were closer to camp.

Feeling your excitement over take you, you began to quicken your pace, which surprised Isabelle, she took note of you, hoping maybe your head trauma was fading away. Someone else took note of your excitement, but not in a good way. Royce didn’t trust you, not one bit.

Soon the group came up to the trophy pillar, where disregarded trophies of past hunts were left behind as a remembrance. About a mile from the camp, the group and you were ambushed by a dead mans trap, before you could fall into a high tech bear trap, you felt an invisible hand grip your back, and pull you back, throwing you on your ass to the ground, while the others were scrambling to not get murdered.

You knew it was Tusk, who else could it be, he was watching over you. You began to scan the tree line looking for possible vantage points he could be hiding in. Your eyes landed on a large sturdy branch that was shaking, as if something large was on it.

Smiling you waited walked around the traps, trying to take note of any traps that might also be armed nearby.

As Edwin was freaking out, and Royce and Nikolai investigated the dead corpse who had set the traps that had just gone off, you could hear the sounds of familiar running steps. The sound of your beloved hunting dog panting could fill your ears, same as the rest of the groups. Isabelle quickly grabbed you, pulling you behind her, as they began to fire at the monsters you called your pets.

Berserker had gotten you a dog as protection when you often left their home station to forage in the nearby bramble for fruits and berries for yourself, you didn’t have a name for him, as you just called him your sweet.

Seeing the familiar face of your dog charging towards you, Isabelle lifted her rifle up to take aim at your dog, thinking quickly you pushed her gun into the air, causing the gun fire to miss him just barely. They had managed to shoot and kill one of the other dogs, but before yours could excitedly jump up at you to lick your face as he usually does, Falcon blew the whistle in the distance, sweet looking at you whimpering, and then retreating back into the forest.

The group began to argue, mad at what was going on, Isabelle was mad at you for shoving her gun away, but what could she do, you weren’t talking to anyone. Nikolai dragged one of the corpses into the center of the group for everyone to inspect.

“We’re being hunted” he said, spitting on the corpse, much to your annoyance.

“They sent the damn dogs after us!” Stans shouted, kicking dirt in any direction he could, and then his eyes landed on you again, you shuffled and hid behind Mombasa, who understood the assignment and placed his hand in front of you as protection.

Stans launched himself at Mombasa, putting his small knife to Mombasa’s neck, demanding one of of his weapons as protection. Mombasa, sliding his rifled between the two of them, threatening to end his life, along with his own.

Once the group calmed down a bit from realizing they were hunting game, you continued the walk towards the camp. Your impatience growing with every stop, first Isabelle wanted to show that they were in fact, not on Earth, Royce pointing out they had been there for hours, and it’s as bright as it was when they landed. Dread began to settle over the group, on everyone besides you that is.

Soon enough, you found the familiar markings of the Jungle Hunters clan pillars, and you began to smile wide as the thought of being with your love again began to wash over you.

But of course your joy was short lived, as Royce just had to go bother the young yautja that was chained in the center of the camp, he began to roar and growl at the sight of all these humans, and then his eyes settled on you, cursing you out in their native tongue. While everyone started freaking out, the familiar sound of clicking filled your ear, as you turned to see nothing, knowing your mate was close by, you began to walk away from the group, hoping to feel at home once again. But before you could step too far, Stans ran up and tried grabbing your arm to pull you back.

“Where the hell are you goin?” he snarled, his stupid face was first confused, but it was swapped with fear, as a plasma blast shot between the two of you.

Berserker had fired a warning shot at Stans, as a warning not to touch his mate, soon one by one Falcon, Tusk and Berserker began to turn off their cloaks, showing themselves.

“Shit!” Isabelle shouted, quickly running to your side, and grabbing your arm once again, and with the group, you all began to run away from the camp. You tried stomping into the ground, trying to stop them from taking you away.

“Why can’t you run?” she shouted, at you stopping for a second to scold you like a child.

Mombasa quickly rushing over to help, he grabbed you, and began to drag you with him, the familiar beeping in your breast cup started again, and you quickly pulled yourself away from Mombasa, as he was impaled by a spear trap, causing his gun to go off, a bullet barely grazing your leg, you sneered in pain and agony.

Nikolai quickly ran over, fireman carrying you off the camp, Berserker sending more firing shots in your general direction, trying not to harm you, but trying to scare them off of you. No one was paying any attention to where they were running off to, and soon you all ran off a cliff into a lake.

The cold water rushing over your body as the stinging pain of hitting water hit your body, you began to struggle under the water, Falcon had sent his drone over the waters to see if you were okay as her Alphas orders, once he saw you break the surface of the water, he took note of the rest of the humans and where they seemed to be heading and recalled his drone.

You weak attempts at swimming didn’t go unnoticed, as Royce grabbed the back of your collar, and threw you onto the ground on the shore bank.

“You know what those things are! The both of you!” he shouted towards Isabelle and you.

You didn’t say anything, as your leg was hurting. Nikolai came over and tore the bottom half of his shirt off, Edwin quickly rushing over and bandaging your leg, seeming to take too much time touching your skin, you felt fear rush over your body.

Isabelle sighed, and explained that before, when she was off in the jungles on Earth, her men and her had been taken off one by one, she was injured and it seemed to leave her alone, explaining that those who had seen the beast described it the same way that the young yautja looked.

Royce spit on the ground, and pointing at the rest of the group.

“No more secrets, especially from you” he snarled, pointing at you.

“She can’t even talk, let alone keep a secret, what could she know?” Isabelle stated, standing in between you to, as to protect you from Royce.

As the group continued on, the familiar red dots of a plasma rifle crossed over the whole group, Royce turning his face to look at the yautja mask that uncloaked before you.

“What the hell are you?” Royce whispered, not realizing that whatever this was, it was not in fact a yautja.

“I’m alive” he said, removing his mask to reveal that he, Noland, was in fact a human same as them.

Seeming to have no other options, the group and you followed Noland to his makeshift home, in the wreckage of left behind ships from many seasons ago. One by one Noland lead the group into his home, but stopping to give you a weird look.

Noland began to explain that he had been trapped on this planet for ten seasons, and each season they just send bigger and stronger yautja, stopping to look at you.

“I know you” he said, pointing at you with a shaky hand.

Your face began to burn red, as fear overcame your body.

“Wait you know her?” Edwin asked, turning his between the two of you

“Yeah I know her, I think, do you? No not that one the other one, now you’re just being stupid”, Noland replied, but he seemed to just have a conversation with himself.

“Earth to captain insanity” Royce snapped, “How do you know her?”

“Well, I haven’t see her per say, I’ve seen them talk on those wrist watches they got, little pictures hovering over their arms, sometimes they call others, one of them though, is really ugly, but always has this girl on his lap, kind of looks like her”

Like a lightbulb moment going off in his head Royce turned his gun to look at you. “That’s why you won’t talk! You fucking live with them don’t you! What are you? Like their pets or something?”

“Woah back off fucker!” Isabelle shouted, pointing her gun towards Royce.

You began to cry, tears stinging at your eyes, but that wasn’t the only thing stinging your eyes, as Noland had started a fire in an attempt to kill you all and take your equipment.

“Noland what the hell!” Royce yelled, everyone seemed to drop the issue at hand and move on to survival, Stans kicking down the at a loose wall panel. Everyone else was screaming, the beeper in your breast cup was beeping louder, trying to alert someone who was nearby of your location.

Nolan dies off somewhere because honestly fuck him girly pop.

Soon Stans screams and cries for help continued to echo along with each kick of the wall panel. After a bit, the smoke began to die down, Tusk had put out the fire nearby, the beeper got louder and louder, and when Stans ran over to you to see what that sound was, he shamelessly dug around in your breast cups, pulling out your tracker, holding it up for everyone to see.

“The bitch lead them right to us!” he shouted, turning to you quickly, punching you across the face, knocking you to the ground.

Isabelle quickly ran over, hitting him with the butt of her rifle, and kneeling down next to you.

“Knock it off, I’m sure she has her reasons,” she shouted

Stans was held back by Nikolai and Royce, everyone started yelling, and shame washed over you, and in typical fashion you bowed your head to the ground.

“I’m sorry!” you shouted, and silence was quick, as this is the first time anyone had heard your voice.

“Speak,” Isabelle said, rubbing your back, “Tell them you’re trapped here like us.”

“I am not! I am here with my mate! I did not mean to be here with you! I just...haven’t seen another human in so long, but I’m not supposed to interfere..”

“You fucking BITCH!” Stans shouted, spitting at your face, Isabelle looked at you, knowing she defended someone who potentially got them all killed.

Before anyone else could respond, you began to cry out.

“Tusk!” you sobbed out loud, and as soon as you finished you cry for help, the panel where Stans was kicking, suddenly was punched from the opposite side, knocking it loose, and then knocking it down.

A terrifying silence fell over the ship, as nothing came from the hole, and no one dared move. Seeing this as your chance, you quickly tried to rush to the hole, but when half your body managed to get halfway out, Stans broke off and stomped into your back, causing you to cry out in pain.

A roar could be heard echoing off the walls of the ship, and while everyone momentarily took in their surroundings, you quickly slipped past through the hole, and began to rush down the seemingly empty hall.

Royce, Nikolai, Isabelle, Edwin, Hanzo (I hate that they named him this), and Stans began to follow you. Eventually making their way out of the ship, you quickly ran into the fog ahead, knowing that Berserker would probably be waiting for you with open arms. Seeing that you’re trying to escape them, Stans rushes ahead, and tackles you to the ground, taking a fist full of your head, momentarily whispering vile things into your ear as you laid under him.

The rest of the group caught up and didn’t even try to pull him off of you, but they wouldn’t let him do anything too rash. While the two of you struggled against the ground, a roar echoed over the group.

Stans quickly, full of fear jumped off of you, you continued to cry in pain in the dirt. Before anyone's eyes, you seemed to float off the ground, bridal style. One by one Berserker, Tusk, and Falcon turned their cloaks off.

“Oh fuck,” Royce said, taking a step back.

You continued to cry into your mates shoulder, he quickly placed you on your feet, and with his large hands began to scan your body for injury, seeing the fresh bruise on your face from the punch, his finger gently tapped on your face, causing you to wince in pain, seemingly to ask, “Who did this?”

Through your tears, you pointed to Stans, and pulled Berserker close, whispering into his ear area (they don’t have ears), of how he had continuously touched your body, and the vile things he whispered to you just now.

A rage washed over your mates body, as he caressed your face with his large hand, he turned back to the ground, and roared towards Stans, taking out a small blade, firing it at Stans leg, making him scream out in pain, knocking him to the ground.

The rest of the group went to take a step back, but were stopped by Falcon and Tusk, as to make sure they were going to see their own fates soo enough.

While Stans was on the ground, he tried crawling towards you, as to beg for mercy, but as soon was his hands reached out and touched the hem of your skirt, your mate came up behind him, pulling his wrist bladed out, he hooked into Stans back, making him scream in agony as blood began to spill out of his mouth. Berserker raised Stans to the sky, pulling his blades back, causing his body to one again fall to the ground, Stans screaming in agony as blood began to flood the ground under him.

As a final statement of his status, Berserker reached his hands into the back wounds of Stans, gripping his spine, retrieving the trophy of Stans, his spine and skull. Raising it to the sky, and roaring into the night of his victory, Berserker made a show of making sure the rest of the group would see what he was capable of, Falcon and Tusk then moved back, allowing the rest of the group to run off into the night. Berserker turned to you again, and knelt down, holding the trophy out to you, as a gift.

Smiling you took it into your hands, blood coating your fingers, knowing this is his way of saying sorry, you took his hand into yours, and the four of you began to walk back to your camp.

Once there you took a needed rest in your makeshift shelter, Mombasa’s body still sitting in the trap as flies began to feast on his flesh. Laying down on the large fur that was laid out for you, you tried to close your eyes for a needed rest. But soon you began to feel the familiar pressing of your mates member, pressing into your back.

Turning over rather fast, you grabbed into your mates chest plate, pulling him onto of you. Oh you had missed him, he wasted no time ripping your skirt off of your body. Then tearing his loin cloth off of himself, exposing all of his length to you, forcing himself into your already wet entrance, pulsing himself into you repeatedly, over and over, feeling that you were not showing enough skin to his liking, he grabbed your breast cover, and tore it off of your body.

With every thrust of his torso, he watched your breasts wobble up and down with every thrust. You began to moan aloud, causing your mate to growl like a beast into the forest, Falcon and Tusk were currently sitting on the other edge of camp, pretending this wasn’t happening currently.

Berserker clawed into your legs, gripping you closer to him, he pulled you to sit up and look at him, but he still had that mask on.

“The mask.” you moaned, “Off please...”

He quickly ripped off his mask to show all of his face, his mandibles clicking, soft purrs emanating from his chest. Snuggling your face into his neck, he continued to thrust up into you, his hand grasping your butt with every thrust, his claws sinking into your skin, small droplets of blood began to drip out, but this was something you were used to. Whimpering into your mates ear, you could feel the pool of pleasure reaching its brim, you began to convulse as your orgasm shook you to your core, the tightening of your body sent your mate over the edge, and he reeled his head back in pleasure, roaring into the night sky.

Afterword, he laid you back down onto your furs, and began to pet your hair.

“I am sorry I let you get hurt, I failed you as a protector” he whispered

“It’s fine love, you’re here now that's all that matters.” you replied, tracing your hands across his chest.

Quiet purrs could be heard, he truly was happy you were back in his reach.

Everything seemed to be okay that night, you rested within the arms of Berserker, unknowing of the danger of the humans who lurked nearby.

They knew you were the key to them getting off planet, and they knew they had to get to you soon before Berserker took you away.

#Yaujta #yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #2010 predator

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prey-4-me · 2 years ago

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Yautja with an autistic reader

Thx for this request, hope you like it 🤍

Request: Yaujta x autistic reader

Sort of fluff?, gender neutral, no smut

Yauja Translations

Hult’ah - name, meaning Watcher

Kv’var - hunt

Ooman - human

Human Translations

Kmt - what ancient Egyptians called Egypt

***

The constant thrumming of the ship bothered you. No one else seemed to notice. But it was driving you crazy. Anxious, you fiddled with your jacket zipper.

“What do you think they’re going to do with us?” Someone asked.

Chatter initiated. Overwhelmed by it, you sat back and fiddled some more. But you thought about the question. Your group had been overtaken by a strange alien race while exploring a new planet. Half the crew had been lost by the time another alien species showed up, ship crashing through the clouds in the sky.

The other scientists continued to argue. You thought about your meeting with the second type of alien. Cornered by a xenomorph, you had flattened yourself against a wall and waited for death. It had approached slowly, calmly, as if relishing the kill. You focused on the drool coming out of its two mouths.

Suddenly a spear had gone through its elongated head. It had screamed, acidic blood spurting at you. A large, strong hand had pulled you backwards to safety. The thing staggered and fell. Was it dead? You stared at it, waiting for it to move. Horror slowly dawned on you as you considered the fact that the awful creature, which had killed half your crew, had just been killed easily by something else. What terrible beast was this?

You turned slowly around, focusing on your fingertips and counting up and down from 10. You had to look upward to see its face. It was… inhuman. But the eyes seemed familiar. It blinked at you. You blinked back. It broke the tension by speaking in a nearly human voice. Scratchy and raw sounding, it didn’t frighten you.

“Come… with me. To your friends.” It turned and took off without another word or action. Confused, you followed along. If nothing else, you appeared to be safe with it.

“What do you think?” The question broke into your thoughts.

“Huh?” You had stopped paying attention to your shipmates.

“What do you think is going to happen to us? Maybe they’ll eat us.”

You snorted at the comment. After interacting with it, you didn’t think it was interested in making you a meal.

“Why would they bother to talk to us if they wanted to eat us?” You asked, still zipping your zipper up and down your jacket.

“What, one of them talked to you?” Incredulous comments burst forth, overwhelming you again. Their voices turned into one buzzing noise in your ears. Just as your anxiety was about to boil over, the door opened. Your rescuer came in. You felt happy to see it. Looking directly at you, it motioned for you to come.

“Don’t go with it - We can fight it!”

You jumped up and followed it out the door before they could yell anymore. You entered a long corridor, illuminated with red lighting. It walked briskly. It turned its head slightly to speak to you as you trotted along beside it. “Your friends are very afraid. You can explain to them that we mean them no harm. Your kind are not an honorable kv’var.”

Confused, you followed along silently. It continued, “Where do you come from? I think… you call it Earth?”

You nodded. It went on, “Why so far from home?”

You didn’t know how to respond. An alien was asking you why you left the rock you were born on to go to another one. Honestly, in this moment, you had no idea. You said so. It grunted. You weren’t sure if it was annoyed or amused or…?

“This way,” it lead you down a slightly more narrow corridor. Stopping in front of a doorway, it motioned you inside. You stopped short upon entering. Human objects were scattered about the small room. Some looked very old. Others looked quite new.

“This is all my ooman stuff. I thought you would like to see it.” Was it boasting? You were unsure. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact, so you just nodded as you looked around the room. Many things confronted you. It was so much you nearly got dizzy. But then you focused in on something. As an archeologist, you recognized something you had studied heavily. Canopic jars. A full set, looking brand new! You raced to it. Reverently, you kneeled to get a better look. Without touching, you noted the cartouche. You knew this Pharaoh. You grinned. What a find.

“Do you like them? Your people used to put your guts into jars. Weird, but they look nice.”

You laughed happily. You continued to study them. Time stretched as you carefully examined each and every detail, all the hieroglyphs you could see. You realized slowly that the alien was sitting next to you patiently. You turned your head slowly.

“You really like them.” It seemed… amused? You weren’t sure. It leaned towards you slowly, as if to not frighten you. It smelled liked herbs and… strangeness. It picked up one of the jars. “This is my favorite.”

You immediately set off explaining which organ and why went into it. Then you went on to explain the life of the person who owned the jars. It nodded, listening intently. Finally it asked, “So now I know the name of my Pharaoh. My name is Hult’ah. And your name is..?”

You found it difficult to talk about yourself. After a strained moment, you squeaked out your name.

It considered. “I like it,” it finally said. It scooted closer. The scent got stronger. Normally this would bother you, but you didn’t mind this smell. It seemed… comforting.

“We take you home in a few of your earth months. We are very far away right now, as you know.”

You shrugged. You were more interested in exploring more of this room. It seemed to sense this, “What else do you want look at? I have more things from Kmt.”

Impressed, you asked to see more. The next several hours passed by in academic bliss. Finally you realized you were hungry.

It grumbled in a way you didn’t understand. “We have some food that is… probably palatable to oomans. Come.”

You followed along, passing by several other of its kind. You kept your gaze down, intimidated. Finally it turned into a larger room. There was some seating and something that looked a bit like the kitchenette in your Earth apartment. It opened a drawer and pulled out something that could be thought of as fruit, appearance-wise anyway.

You took it. You looked up at your friend. It clicked softly, eyes gentle. You felt oddly okay. Taking a bite, you tasted the tart juiciness of it. You mumbled. It was good.

Hult’ah clicked again before saying, “Let’s sit.” You sat in a chair, eating. It sat next to you, rather than across the table. Must be cultural, you thought.

When you had finished your snack, you turned to Hult’ah, “Now what?”

“Well, you want to go to your friends?”

You frowned, “Not exactly. I’m sure they’re fine.”

Hult’ah clicked again. “Well, we can just talk?”

“About what?” You panicked at the social requirements.

It shrugged, “You could tell me more about Kmt.” You immediately went off on a long story about the history of everything you were really interested in. Hult’ah leaned forward.

Finally you were tired. Hult’ah took you to a small room. It had a cozy looking bed and some other ooman-ish items. “You can stay here to sleep. But tomorrow you really need to tell the other oomans it’s okay.” You agreed sleepily. Hult’ah left you sleep.

***

The weeks had passed more quickly than you wanted. You stood next to Hult’ah as the Yaujta ship entered Earth’s atmosphere. You had learned much about the Yaujta, and befriended many of them. It was strange to feel so at home among another species.

Hult’ah clicked, “Well, soon we will be on your ground.” You nodded. Then you started to cry. Hult’ah turned to you. “You are… happy to return?”

“No,” you blurted out.

“… you have… things on Earth you will miss?”

You thought about your snake plant for a second. “No,” you finally said, feeling sad and angry you had to leave. Hult’ah was… very special to you. The other oomans crowded to the exit as the ship landed, rumbling and finally becoming still. They chattered excitedly. Although they no longer feared their alien hosts, they were ecstatic to return home, to the things they had left. But you were leaving the thing that was important to you. You took one step. Then another. Focusing on moving your feet, you made it to the exit. Your ooman companions called to you to hurry. The Yaujta could not stay long without risking detection.

You froze. This was it. Your stomach felt heavy.

A strong hand landed on your shoulder. “You can go, but you don’t have to.” Hult’ah’s voice was very quiet.

You spun around and leapt into Hult’ah’s powerful arms. “Let’s go.”

Hult’ah held you with one arm while comming the pilot, “We’re ready. Oomans are clear of the ship…. Well, the ones that are leaving, anyway.”

You wrapped both arms around Hult’ah until it became too much. Then the two of you walked through the ship to the Ooman Room. You wanted to continue cataloging it, and Hult’ah was an excellent assistant. You thought about Hult’ah and your heart was full.

#yautja x human #yautja x reader #predator x human #predator x reader #yautja x you #predator x you

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rzyraffek · 2 years ago

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Platonic yandere yautja x human child reader

Aww dad yautja😊 I didn't write for yautjas in months!! Hopefully u enjoy it!! Also i used they/them for kid. No tw, only cuteness and wholesome dad figure yautja👹 request open

Dad yautja with human kid

Bro is confused ??? Tf??? Why is there a child here??

He either found them abandoned in middle of nowhere or accidentally killed their perents, by 'accidentaly' i mean ofc he wanted to kill them he just didn't know there was a child nearby and now he feels bad

Kinda finds human pups ugly😭 why are you so smol and loud wtf

Dad!yautja after he kinda adopts y/n he gets too overprotective! Like dude won't leave their side at all, especially when you guys are outside; dude will pick them up and just carry around.

Can't cook to save his life, he kinda set kitchen on fire. And humans cant eat raw meat, so now you are on fruit diet for now (and veggies)

Had this parental instinct to teach them everything, how to shoot, find food, basic self-defence, overall taking good care of themselfs. But he kinda likes that he has to provide for them, it gives him control yknow

When he carries them around everywhere! He acually lets them sit on his shoulders or just hang on his neck😓😍

Cant say no to those cute big eyes! Yes he will let them 'decorate' his armor (with glitter and stickers) and he will let them paint his nails and he will lisen to them gossip about their friends.

If his kid is a little artist and walks up to him and says "papa i drew you!" He does not care that he looks like a lizard nor that they didn't color it perfectly. Dude is purring, picking y/n up and he carries this drawing in pocket everywhere

Other yautjas say that he spoils them, but he disagrees! Your a HUMAN baby, i mean yeah your basically one of yautjas now but!!! Your tiny! And your skin is so squishy!!!

He had to learn how to comb their hair cuz at some point y/n simply refused to cut it (me too lil guy) and he respects them so much he won't just do something against them

Kinda wishes he could understand human body language more

Also about body language i can imagine kid just kinda mimicing yatuja body language and habits. Like dad!yatuja will say "child please go to bed its late" the kid will just angry respond with a hiss👹 "hsssss👽🦎" "?????" If yaujtas had eyebrows, he would rise them

If y/n is a girl, and she has her first period? Dude panics! HUHH WHAT BLOOD??? FROM WHERE!?? UHHHH????

Dude tries to be a perfect father figure, he tries to have similar intrests with his kid so they can connect more, but if y/n is totally not into hunting, collecting, nature themed stuff, Yautja is more than happy to catch up with whatever teens are into this days, but he will judge the hell out of tv shows (if they watch any)

I kinda forgot it suppose to be yandere so it turned out to be just wholesome im so sorry

Understands that kid needs privacy but he will just go invisible mode and lurk in shadows! Like what if somone attacks you??? Or worse! What if you meet some humans that he doenst like??? What if they will tell y/n all lies about what 'bad war crimes' he commited and what 'murderous' his kind is!! Those are lies pls dont lisen to humans

No boy/girlfriends!!! Nuh uh!! Your his little baby you cant go doing all those... things... with some human. ugh! this person probably can't even hunt for you!! Or give you nice treasures!! Or build a pretty nest!! Why would you like them my child?? Look at all those trophies i gathered for all those years! You should stay here!

He loves the fact that he lives in some wild ass jungle and y/n cant leave him due to all those dangers around, plus he loves that y/n will always stay tiny(in comparison obviously) and weak so be basically needs to provide for them! Right???

I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #yandere yautja #yautja headcanon #yautja x reader #yautija #yautja

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scifigirlsblog · 15 days ago

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Hi do you do request

I was wondering if you could something with predator x reader it's a funny request

Like reader is a big gaming nerd or something and she has a small group of friends that knows she's weird and she's always getting herself in trouble with the government so they attend to hide her but a ship wreck happened and they try to keep her away from it and the next thing they know is now that there being chased by an angry yaujta and his companion when they ask why is it chasing use she said she slapped it's ass and they couldn't help but slap her in mid run causing her to almost fall over but she didn't want to leave her friend so she helps her fix herself

Yes!! I will write this up soon ❤️❤️❤️

#mini story #oc x oc #post apocalyptic #tw blood #cw: gore #alien x reader #yautja x human

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charnelhouse · 3 years ago

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Are you going to start writing predator smut??????? I'm shaking with need

A/N: Predator x Female! Reader. Sex Pollen. Monster Fucking. Dub con I guess. Size difference. Animal death. Gore. Trash.

You didn’t know why he kept you. You were very much a liability.

Kidnapped from Earth and dropped onto an alien planet. Twin ruby suns. A jungle thick with wet heat as if it had just been swamped by a monsoon.

This new world was an enemy and it wanted to devour everything thrust upon it.

Others had been taken with you. Most of them were your colleagues from the New Mexico government facility you were employed at. They were obviously well versed in combat, while you were just a lab technician - a glorified assistant. You worked with the military, but you weren’t a fucking soldier.

Apparently, that had gotten lost in translation when the enormous spaceship had sucked you up.

It was the last thing you remembered. The uncomfortable bright heat enveloping you, tugging you away from the ground and causing your stomach to rocket into your throat. As you climbed higher, the purple mountains that dotted the New Mexico horizon had churned into a single line - a trail of ants marching to the finish.

Then - there had been nothing.

You’d awoken to explosions and shrieks. The wind was bloated with smoke and the metallic stench of nitroglycerin. It took you a minute, to recognize that you were in a tropical climate and another minute to realize that it was off. The birds sang in a staccato warble. The sky was pocked by too many suns. The light was different. Coppery. Golden. It was not right.

Confused and somewhat in shock, you’d gone stiff with fear. The others ran, barking orders in military codes you couldn't parse. They ducked and swerved, sliding deep into the brush and foliage of the jungle.

You couldn’t recall their names. Ryan, maybe? Grant? Laura? Michael? Anne and Lila?

What had alarmed them? What had set them off? Your chest shuddered with anxiety as your lungs struggled to expand. Everything inside you shriveled.

You had been dropped into a warzone. Your colleagues hadn't even called to you. Maybe, they didn't notice. It became increasingly apparent that you were alone, which only made your panic explode in the trap of your ribs.

And yet, you remained solid as a statue. Immovable.

Even as the yelling dissipated and the others had obviously fled, you simply stood there. The jungle became a jungle once more. Waxy and alive. Humid and slick with condensation.

It had gone quiet aside from the unmistakable sound of snapping branches and heavy footsteps. Birds darted across the blue-green sky.

You caught movement at the corner of your vision. You swallowed.

A creature appeared out of the unsettling, dark maw of the jungle. Still paralyzed with terror, you remained where you were as the giant strode toward you, his face covered by a blank, metal mask. There were others scattered behind him. Flashes of scales and silver. Shadows maneuvering through the tree line. You swear you saw the air itself flicker and warp like it hung over scorched asphalt.

The creature had to be seven feet tall, at least. He was built like a man, broad and incredibly muscular. His skin reminded you of a crocodile as it glimmered beneath fine black netting. He had thick fingers with blunt claws. Long, cylinder like dreadlocks. As he regarded you intently, he growled low.

It cracked you out of your stupor.

On instinct, you fell to your knees. You ducked your head, mouth practically pressed to the leaf-strewn floor. Please. Please.

You began to cry, whimpering like a wounded animal.

There were a few clicks, a snarl and finally you felt a rough touch under your chin. The creature lifted it, he tilted your face to the side. It seemed as if he did it forever. Hours. Minutes. You didn’t know. Within the masks' eye holes, a startling bright gaze raked over you.

Around his neck, there was a necklace of bones. Teeth. Fragments and shards. Tiny animal skulls and what looked like a human jaw bone. You choked on a sob, tears burning as they slid down. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.

This was a monster. Top of the food chain. You felt like you were asking for mercy from a great white shark.

Finally, he snarled and released your chin. He stood, towering over your prostrated form. This was it. Shutting your eyes, you waited for the hit, the fatal slash of one of those serrated blades hanging from his waist. Maybe, he’d do it by hand and pop your head like a grape.

Nothing.

You opened your eyes to find him crooking a finger at you, motioning you to follow him.

You should have been the first to be killed and yet you weren’t.

***

Out of survival, you listened to him. This creature. You’d assessed that he was a hunter. He had a clan of sorts and none of them appeared all that interested in you. When he had brought you to his camp, you’d received cursory glances from them, their glowing blue eyes catching you from their smooth helmets. A few clicks and grunts were aimed at you, but nothing more.

Regardless, you stuck to your creature like a leech, hoping he was at least uninterested in eating you. It was either him or the others and he'd already saved you once.

Your creature held weight there. You were certain of that. They seemed to treat him with a dignified reverence as he stalked through the camp. He was covered in white tattoos that crawled across his chest. His armor was night-black. He was one of the larger ones. Broad and tall and could be as still as a damn statue.

As the days began to blend, you were utterly bewildered.

You didn’t comprehend why he had spared you. Perhaps, you were to be bait? Entertainment? You were beginning to feel like a pet with the way he’d disappear into the jungle and bring you back headless, skinless animals of unknown origin. He’d tried to feed them to you raw and you’d had to explain to him that it would make you sick. It involved a lot of gestures and retching noises until, finally, he made a rasping groan that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.

He built you a fire after that, unmistakably huffing when you overcooked the meat.

***

It took you a week to realize, the thing could understand you. You had resorted to calling him Hunter, in addition to Fuckface, Asshole, and oversized Dino-Crab.

He responded to none of them, of course. But the last one had been your initial reaction to his face.

A few days into your hostage situation, he lifted his helmet in your presence to eat. You gasped. You hadn't meant to, but it was...a lot. He narrowed his eyes, clicking in annoyance. He said something to you that you couldn't translate.

Finally, he shoved a raw slab of bleeding meat into his mouth. His gaze still hot on your face as you openly watched him, filing away every feature of his species. The sloped head, the spikes, the tusks and small eyes. You could admire the alien for what it was. An Apex predator.

"You're like a crab kind of. A crab and a dinosaur...a Dino-Crab?"

He exhaled sharply and shook his head. He spoke again and the word sounded suspiciously like weak. You gaped at him.

"Did you understand that?" you yelped.

He cocked his head, his expression twisting into something like a leer.

"Fuck," you hissed. You'd been insulting him to his face since he'd taken you. He began to laugh. At least, you thought it was a laugh.

***

You never saw the rest of your group. From what you gathered by the body language of the clan, they went out in hunting parties and then returned with large, skinned things (none of them human). Had they killed them out there? Were they still looking? They didn’t exactly seem in a particular hurry.

Sometimes they roared or thrust their spears at each other. Sometimes they'd get heated and would wrestle or spar.

In truth, it was like watching a pack of boys fucking around. You could tell when they were insulting each other, taunting and teasing. One creature had pointed in your direction and your captor had hissed at him, punching him so hard across the face that his tusks clacked.

***

Time passed. The days were washed in unbearable heat and the nights were icy and wet.

The Hunter slept beside you, seemingly content that you’d never dare run away. You didn’t. You were too fucking scared of whatever was out there. This was an alien planet with alien monsters. A plant could release poisonous spores. The rivers could be hiding deadly, hungry things.

Perhaps, they’d leave this planet and return to Earth to pick up more humans. Perhaps, he’d let you go, irritated at the fact that you could do nothing, but cower around him.

He never seemed angry with you. Just observant. Curious. When the wind was especially frigid, you'd find yourself curling up against his thigh or arm. He didn't push you away.

This was survival. You had no other choice. At least, that's what you told yourself.

***

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” you screeched as you scrambled back on your ass. Your chest hitched, your skin immediately beginning to prickle in a cold sweat.

The snake hissed at you, coiled and poised to strike. It looked venomous. Purple-pink with a viper-head. Its eyes glinted like pieces of obsidian against the long grass.

“Oh fuck,” you wheezed as you began to skitter further only to crash into something very hard. You glanced up to see the Hunter. Once again, he tilted his head in curiosity as if confused why you’d scream at this.

Snakes scared the fuck out of you and this thing was pissed. Choosing the lesser of two evils, you quickly clutched at the Hunter’s leg, pressing your cheek to his knee. He jerked an inch, but didn’t shake you off.

“Kill it,” you begged. “Please.”

Wordlessly, he flung a mercury-silver dagger at the snake just as it attempted to strike. It bled yellow and you felt your stomach turn over.

“Thank you,” you managed to stammer.

He grunted, the tone somewhat exasperated. He roughly extricated himself from your grip and sauntered forward.

As you stared at the dead snake, your eyes widened. The pieces were still wriggling. You audibly gagged and the Hunter peeked over his should at you.

His expression was inexplicably amused. It was the only word you had for it. He was laughing at you. He picked up both his knife and the snake from the dirt.

“Just toss it somewhere,” you suggested. “It’s-

He sliced down the belly, skinning it in one fell swoop. You scowled at him and he clicked at you. “We’re eating that aren’t we?” He clicked again, jerking his finger in what you now understood as follow me, stupid ass human.

***

The back of your neck ached from the insertion. You could not stop scratching right beneath your ear, scraping until it all went raw and bloody. Out of nowhere, the Hunter had picked you up and carried you over his shoulder into a small pod at the edge of their encampment. It was a steel room. A metal table. Machines that beeped and whirred. It smelled of antiseptic. When you realized it was a medical facility, you immediately went rigid.

“You’re - you’re not going to probe me are you?”

Ignoring you, the Hunter fumbled in a drawer before stepping toward the table. With you still over his shoulder, he managed to clamber onto it before forcing you down into his lap. One clawed hand collared the nape of your neck to hold you steady.

“What are you -”

Pain. Sharp and splitting erupted behind your ear.

You screamed, lurching in his arms as you elbowed him in the gut. Of course, it only made him growl against your cheek, his breath heavy as it dragged across your skin.

“Quiet,” he barked.

You stopped. Did he just? You shook your head, trying to expel the dizziness, the ringing in your ears.

"Am I dead?" you whispered, seizing the meaty forearm around your waist to anchor yourself. "Did you just shoot me?"

“You are a very strange female,” he muttered and you went slack against him.

***

The two of you had started to go off on your own hunts. Not like you were much help. You’d travel for days, returning to the camp only for a night of sleep and then to restock. Even though you now understood him, he barely spoke. He gave you one-word answers or just guttural noises of confirmation or refusal. Mostly, refusal.

Out of necessity, you began to read his body language to decipher his moods. On a hunt, his posture was constantly crouched in a prowl as if ready for an attack. Knees slightly bent, head cocked. You tried to follow along, uncertain about your purpose since you were surely just slowing him down.

Bored, you watched him climb a tree and scan the area for whatever threat or prey he was scouting for. You remained on the floor - left to toe at the dirt and wait. You’d begun to understand that this was sport for him. He enjoyed it. He drank it and fed into it and nothing seemed to excite him more than killing something.

He dressed in his victims.

When he shimmed down the tree, you tried to ignore the way the muscles in his back flexed. “Come,” he ordered and you followed.

As he stalked ahead of you, you studied his decorations. The bones and fragments of skulls and teeth that hung around his throat. They bounced across his shoulders and broad chest as he strode deeper into the green-black jungle. The tubular dreadlocks shifted in the wind. His armor reflected the twin suns.

To you, he was obscure in so many ways. He refused to give you answers and it was wearisome. Out here and alone with him, you decided to speak up.

“Why did you spare me?” Your voice was a little high-pitched, far more nervous than you intended. He was moving too quickly for your shorter legs to keep up.

“You would not be a worthy hunt.” His tone was flat and he didn’t turn to look at you.

“Why am I here then?” You were soaked in sweat, your feet ached in your improper sneakers you’d had to wear since you’d been dropped into this nightmare.

He didn’t reply. He simply continued forward, his pace deliberate and fast as he crossed through the dense foliage.

“Are you going to experiment on me or something? Breed me with your crab babies?”

That caught his attention. He abruptly stopped, shooting you a glance over his shoulder. His mask made him such an emotionless presence - foreboding and cruel. It gave nothing away, but it was not like you could really decipher the crustacean-like thing beneath it. “Breed you?”

“Yes...”

In a flash, he was in front of you, crowding into your space. Your head could only reach the middle of his chest and you had to lift your chin dramatically to even meet his gaze. “Why would I breed something so very small and weak?”

You bit your lip. Good question.

“Yautja only breed warriors, little one,” he explained, his voice very matter-of-fact. It almost felt like he was…letting you down gently. Wait - did he think you were asking him to breed you? Implying you’d wanted to get dicked down by this 7 ft tall monster who would no doubt tear you in half? “Our females are bigger than us…be content you have not met one. They are quite territorial."

Your mouth dropped open. You wanted to protest that that wasn't what you had meant, but he was too close for you to process anything like speech. You could make out the pattern of tattoos across his chest, the taut skin and tubular hair. Against your will, your stomach began to flutter. Your skin grew warm, flushed with an intensity that only bloomed hotter as he regarded you silently. The place between your thighs ached.

He made a low, sharp noise in the back of his throat and suddenly stepped away from you. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. He sniffed.

Fucking Christ. Could he smell you? Your arousal? Were you aroused? Shit. Shit.

“Come,” he ordered. “We will have to stop somewhere to sleep tonight.”

Great.

***

They took refuge in a cave beneath a large mountain. Beneath them, the dirt was a strange orange and the rock walls were mossy with lichen. A river gurgled by and the Hunter lit a fire for you.

You watched him undress, sliding off his chest plate and greaves. He undid his belt, but kept his metal bracers and netting on. He really was magnificent physically. The face was...terrifying, but the body? The thick arm muscles and broad shoulders, the thighs and cut abdominals.

He dropped down beside you, stretching out on the bed he’d made from leaves.

You couldn’t avert your gaze from the structure of him.

It ignited a longing in your core that you were attempting to bury somewhere else. It was unspeakable. It was Stockholm Syndrome and it was demanding something from you.

You would not. You shouldn’t entertain it.

You tried to focus on the wall beside you. You counted the cracks.

Even with the fire, the wind was frigid, it lapped at your body and sweat-damp clothes. You shivered against it, curling in on yourself until you heard the creature growl.

Without a word, he snatched you by the waist, turned you around, and hauled you against his flame-hot torso. Your nose was smushed into the bulging muscle of his bicep. His jaw dug along your skull. He rumbled, one of his clawed hands clamping down on the back of your head as he held you firmly. Your knees knocked against his upper thighs, your feet sliding along his shins. Beneath your ear, you heard the heavy thump of his heart. It was strong - rhythmic.

“Stop wriggling, female,” he snapped.

“Sorry,” you replied - the word muffled into his warm flesh. You couldn’t help it, everything in your system was screeching to get away from this thing that could surely eat you. You tried to get comfortable, but when your thigh brushed against his crotch he lurched and readjusted his grip around your waist. “Sorry,” you squeaked again and he sighed - audibly annoyed.

You had felt it though. Jesus. You had felt that.

It wasn't helping you chill.

You stiffened again, unable to just mellow out. Your heart picked up. Your fingers trembling as they found the thick skin around his ribs.

“Hush,” he coaxed.

"I can't." You were whining now and he grumbled something under his breath before tugging you closer.

After a moment, the Hunter began to vibrate…he began to purr. Deep, warbling noises that sang from his chest and made your head rise and fall with the movement. Steadily, he stroked your back, his other hand still firmly palming the crown of your skull. He smelled clean, which surprised you. He smelled a bit like you as if you had coated him in your human pheromones.

He whickered quietly and you eventually relaxed.

“Yautja?” you murmured. “Is that your name?”

“My kind,” he returned. “My species.”

“Then what’s your name?”

He didn’t respond.

***

“Bathe,” he ordered as he pointed to a river beyond the tall grass. You glared at him. Fucking rude.

“It’s not my fault I smell,” you shouted at him over your shoulder while walked toward the water. “You drag me around - all over this horrific planet without caring that I’m smaller than you and totally out of shape.”

You undressed, no longer minding if the Yautja saw you. You were exhausted, spread thin and, at some point, you’d given up. Did you want to die? No. But you were vulnerable and at the mercy of this thing. You were helpless. You weren't going back to Earth.

You splashed into the cool river, dunking your head before breaking the surface.

Suddenly you realized how quiet it was. You froze, your gaze slanting to the side where your captor stood like a column of marble. His legs were braced apart, his large arms crossed over his chest. His eyes glittered in the dark afternoon light, his expression very pointed as it rested on you.

He was blatantly staring; darting between your bare tits, your stomach and the curve of your ass hidden by the stream.

Calmly, he walked toward you, smoothly knifing his way through the gentle current. When he reached you, he lifted his hand before sliding his fingers up your naked arm and then crossing to run over your breast. When the tip of his nail skated along your nipple, you jolted. He hadn’t hurt you, but it had sparked a shock of of sensation.

His eyes widened and he whickered under his breath. He touched you again, gingerly scraping over the beaded tip of your breast.

"Hunter," you murmured and he paused before uttering your name. It sounded strange off his tongue like he had difficulty speaking it.

"You said-"

The birds startled in the trees, flying in all directions. He whirled around, gaze fastened to the shore where only the dirt and grass shifted in the breeze.

"Stay here," he growled as he cut his way back to land. "Cover yourself."

He did not call you back until late.

***

The fever had broken you. It had been something stupid, too. You’d stumbled into a patch of gorgeous flowers. The petals had been pale purple and blue. They’d called to you as you stepped into the soft, velvet crush of them. A thousand colors. Rainbows and the scent of honey and blood and it made your ache.

You had heard the Hunter in the distance. He’d erupted with a startled noise. He’d told you to stop. He barked your name again and again as you sank into the silky bedding of the bright blooms.

But you did not. They’d consumed you. The pollen. Pink powder burst from their centers, causing you to sneeze.

It was only a moment before you felt strong arms band around your waist. Your Hunter had snatched you back, wrenching you away from the haze of pink.

Almost immediately, you felt your heartrate climb. His palm on your cheek was a relief. It was cool as the river beside you. You wanted him to take you to it, drown you in it. You wanted him all over.

Everything was so hot - flames - ripping up your skin and your cheeks and all of it swirling between your legs. You pulled helplessly at your shirt, your pants. You were trembling, a live wire of sensation.

“Help me,” you pleaded. “Please…please…”

“It was the blood flower,” he stated solemnly, his golden eyes sliding from your face to something above you. “It makes you…need…”

Your hands fell to his shoulders and you clutched them, the muscles tensing under your touch. He had a permanent stern expression due to his facial structure, but now it looked like he was nervous. He seemed uncertain, fearful.

He wasn't scared of anything.

Your vision distorted. Your ears began to ring with a harsh, grating rumble. You moaned.

“It will require me to -,” He paused, searching for the words before finally admitting: “...mate with you.”

Ah. It made all the sense in the world. That was what was screaming inside you. It demanded. It craved. It needed to be fed. Your hand fell to his groin and he did not push you away. You could feel it - unyielding, steel and hot smooth flesh.

He scraped the pad of his finger across your cheek. “You understand that - that you are very small, female. It will hurt.”

“I don’t care,” you slurred. “I don’t - don’t care.”

It all began to melt and melt. Your heart was in your throat. Your skin sheeting sweat. Suddenly, you felt warm, dry flesh against your cunt. He was cupping it. Your pants had disappeared. Lightly, he stroked the slit of your pussy, paying particular attention to your clit. It throbbed and your back arched away from the dirt. He pressed against your entrance.

“It…it grows very wet,” he observed, slightly awed. You felt him glide through your folds, collecting everything you could give him before pushing his soaked finger into you.

“Fuck,” you yelped, canting your hips up.

“There…,” he hummed. “Yes - open your legs wider.”

It was thick, stretching you obscenely as he curled and pushed deeper. The gesture was accompanied by the slopping noises of your cunt taking him and his expression twisted into something far more primal.

“More,” you demanded, rubbing the solid flesh of his stomach, the etched abdominal muscles that twitched under your hand.

“Patience,” he chastised, but you could feel how desperately aroused he was. He was pulsing with it and somewhere in the mess of that fever, you understood that he was trying to control himself. He continued to fuck you with his finger. When he withdrew it, he pressed a second to the first and pumped them back into you. You cried out, clenching around his knuckles. They were big, bigger than any man you'd had before. Abruptly, he stopped, face whipping down to yours.

Fuck. You tried to even out your breathing, biting your lower lip to ease the fullness between your legs.

"I must get you ready," he explained slowly. The fingers inside you moved an inch, a soft stroke like he was petting the walls of your cunt.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “It’s - it’s fine - it’s good.” Your head once more grew heavy, cracking against the dirt as you dropped it. You needed everything inside you. The pain of arousal was beginning to worsen. It burned. As you tried to focus on him, your throat went dry. You were losing your ability to speak.

The Hunter lowered his face to yours, his voice terribly serious.

“Once I am inside you, I will not be able to stop.”

Was he refusing you? Would he resist?

You couldn’t.

You sat up on your elbows, your eyes swimming with tears of frustration. He had two of his thick fingers stuffed inside you and it was not enough. “I don’t care.”

There was a long stretch of silence before he nodded once.

He sat back on his heels and without another word, he gripped you by the hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could feel him undoing his belt, his armor. You lifted your ass to him, presenting yourself. Not giving a fuck how this might look or if it was wrong because it had to be wrong. He had kidnapped you had he not? He had taken you.

Who cares? It was all heat. It was all painful. Your heart was going to fall out of your mouth and onto the ground.

There was something solid and prodding against your heat. He gripped your waist, dragging the fat length of his cock through the folds of your sex. He drew back, nudging against your entrance before he began to breach you. It was a lot. Even in the haze of whatever this was, your body would not take him fully. He had to pet your sides, his other clawed hand fondling your clit.

“Relax, little one,” he crooned. “Your cunt is having difficulty taking me.”

No fucking surprise there.

Also, that word coming out of his mouth had no business being that erotic.

You whimpered, dropping your cheek into the dirt. His hands on your ass spread you open, baring the flesh of your sex to him. You heard him spit and then felt it drip through your puffy folds.

"You must relax," he repeated and then purred again just as he had done when he got you to sleep in that cave.

He used his knees to widen your thighs further. He slid back, easing out to the tip before driving forward, sinking unbearably deep - hitting the very cup of your womb. You were impaled on him - totally skewered on his cock. The gravel bit into your skin. Your toes curled; your forearms barely carried your weight.

Gingerly, your Hunter braced his forearm in front of your head, baring his body above yours. You could feel his chest against your back, his dreadlocks tickling your cheek. He eased out a few inches before plunging forward. He repeated this. Again and again.

It took your breath. You choked and, this time, he did not stop. He rocked into you, his pace now rough and deliberate as he claimed you in short, fast strokes. There was the unmistakable sound of slapping flesh, his hips snapping against your ass with every feral grunt.

He pinned you beneath him and each thrust felt like it had punched your womb, your heart. It ached and that ache spread throughout your pelvis, your belly. It was warm and sweet as syrup and you wanted him to bruise you. You wanted him to break you in half. You wanted him to swallow you completely and perhaps he would.

***

He did not stop because he simply couldn’t. You’d catch your breath and then the fever would hit you again. You’d crumple, ripping at the Hunter, crying out for him like a broken thing.

He’d wordlessly pull you into his lap, your hips bracketed in his enormous paws before he’d slam you down on his cock. You were full of him. He’d release you and there would be the unmistakable feeling of his seed seeping between your legs. Sometimes, he’d stare at it, watching it with a strange interest until he’d push it back into your body. You shuddered with the orgasms he delivered. He enjoyed touching you in new ways, occasionally hitching your knees over his shoulder so he could taste your cunt with his elongated tongue. It pleased him to bring you pleasure.

Fucking you seemed alien to him. A new sensation. The sex was constant. Hour and hours and he never tired. He tugged your legs over his bulging thighs before feeding his cock into you. It would still make you twitch with a bright sting at the thick of him, but you’d take it regardless. He’d fuck you slow - sawing his hips - gliding forward and back as his predator-like gaze stayed rooted to where his too big shaft was stretching you open. He'd trace the flesh parted around his length, his voice husky as he told you how pretty it was.

You didn't even know he knew what pretty meant.

His hands fondled your tits, the skin of your belly. “You are so small,” he mused before giving you a deliberate pump that sent your spine scraping up the ground. “Soft and submissive. I did not know that mating could be like this.”

“I-I didn’t either,” you sighed, drunk off of the feeling of his ridged cock kissing your walls, his powerful claws holding your ass up.

He cocked his head. “Has this helped, female? Are you sated yet?”

“No,” you whispered even if the fog had somewhat cleared. You would never be able to walk again. Your legs jelly. Your pussy probably…raw and chafed and swollen. It was worth it though. Delicious.

You lifted your chin, your eyes finding his in the dark. The suns had dipped below the mountain. The air could be cold, but you would not know. Everything screamed like a fire inside the cage of your ribs and the clutch of your womb. “Why did you spare me?” you asked, aware that you had him vulnerable.

He seemed unsurprised by the question. He shrugged - a very human reaction that did not fit him. “I have no answer. I simply wanted you."

You reached for him again.

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