#yautja thirst

[teenandbeyond]

Yautja x Fem.Reader

Edit: I see someone wants a part two, if ya'll get this to 200 notes by next Saturday, I'll totally do it. I'll give ya a little extra if you make it to any number higher than that, even by one. *genuinely intrigued about how this'll go* Edit 2: Here it is babes, Part 2, Part 3

I hear people are looking for this so, here. Also, this is my shitty attempt at a dark fic, because I wanna try one--even though it's faaaar from my regular style, I'm far from a darkfic writer, but I like challenges-- and it seems many people have been craving a dark fic of Yautja more than not, so I'll hopefully help y'all out (I wrote this when I was sleepy so idk how it was). *puts all smutty writing experience into this*

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Breed (Predator)

Warning(s): Probably the smuttiest smut I've ever smutted, noncon details, breeding, rough, unprotected, a creamy little pie, size difference, triggers (so do not read if they apply to you), this turned long asf.

You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...

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You groan out, tossing your head to the side.

What makes you realize you aren't in your bed is a few things.

There's an echo.

It feels like you're laying on a hard table.

Your wrists are bound to your chest.

Your ankles are weighed down by something heavy, which after moving around your toes you realize are cuffs connected by a chain, where most of the weight came from.

And most importantly, you can't see, you noticed as your lashes fluttered against a cloth.

"Where am I?"

"Above earth," an amused, disembodied voice responds.

A familiar voice, one of your friends.

"Ester...? I thought you died..."

"What you didn't see didn't happen."

"Hey, can you take this stuff off me?" you grunted as moved to shift your arms to no avail.

"Why would I do that? I put you there."

Your brows furrowed, "What?"

"You see. That whole thing was a setup, I was working with them this whole time."

"But why? They killed your friends! Our friends!"

She chuckled, "Oh, that's what you believed. I was just doing my job to survive. To find them the perfect specimen."

You grunted as you struggled and failed to loosen your restraints.

"You see, they've been for years, creating more advanced creatures to hunt. They've already tried to with another species, Xenomorphs--the ones that spit acid. But they wondered if they could try such a thing with humans..."

Your blood ran cold, "Please don't tell me..."

"They realized they could, they hunted for the perfect human, one who possessed certain genes that had a high percentage of handling a Yautja seed. And when one wanted to kill me after hunting all my allies a few years ago, I offered to do anything. Now I've found you."

"So-ugh--then what? They're just gonna let you go?"

"Well, my part of the deal is finished. There's no other use for me."

"Exactly, idiot," you muttered.

Suddenly you heard a loud thumping sound.

"Ah, here they come."

You moan in despair as you try to move, the cold metal biting against your ankles, "This is hopeless."

"Here's the human you left with, she's perfect, she's worthy of you due to her survival."

Yes, you remember.

Suddenly you found yourself helpless, the two...Xenomorphs you supposed, had terrorized your college class during your international trip to the Daintree Rainforest.

The other creature--the...Yautja had killed a few security guards and three of your friends. As you grew to understand this Predator, you realized it only killed something that seemed to be a challenge, everyone that was killed by it had a weapon at some point.

But you, you're a tough one. You survived, and the Yautja gave you weapons to aid it, you managed to kill a Xenomorph on your own.

You had enough education about tribal tradition to know when it smeared some of its excruciatingly burning blood on you, it found you worthy in a sense.

Or he, since as far as you know most creatures bred with the opposite sex.

"I can leave now, right? If you want I can tell you where I can be dropped off," Ester happily spoke up.

You heard a familiar sound slice through the air, his weapon.

"W-wait...what are you doing? I did what you--what you asked...No! No! No-!"

You heard a body thump and a strong smell of blood fill the air, you knew the smell with little effort after the last two days.

There was some shuffling, you guessed she was being dragged away to be dumped by another one of them.

Then the thumping footsteps started up again, getting closer. Until he stood next to your... examination table.

You tried to shift away, not being able to do much but hold yourself up and not fall halfway off the edge. Only for your arms to get tugged and move you back to the more comfortable position.

"Please...I can't--I can't provide you with anything."

You jumped as you felt a nail trail down your jaw before a scaly hand--that was still surprisingly smoother than you expected--gripped your chin, twisting your head left and right.

You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine.

A thumb brushed against the acid mark he gave you on your cheek.

The only sound you heard was a sharp grunt, in disapproval or satisfaction, you didn't know.

His thumb dragged across your lips before his hand went lower...

You stiffened when the wandering hand paused, before yelping at the sound of a blade moving through the air.

He slowly sliced through your long-sleeved shirt and bra, your breath hitched as you felt the cold metal graze your skin. If there was any more pressure, he would've sliced you open.

You let out a breathless sigh as the restricting bra released you. You hated bras sometimes.

You could feel him move and tried to shift away, only for him to catch you by your neck and slide you back into the position you were in.

With a quivering lip, you felt curious hands explore your breasts.

"Please, just let me go..."

You bit your lip at an experimental squeeze.

You couldn't seriously be reacting to this? Could you?

But when you felt something brush against your sensitive bud...

Your breathing skipped.

Another pause, before it was tested again.

Your hands tightened into fists.

Then without warning, he relentlessly rolled the hardened bud between his fingers.

With a whine, you tried to move away, only for his grip on your neck to tighten.

You tried to keep as much self-control as you could, but that changed a few minutes later when his hand moved, your stomach jumping as it came and went and stiffening as the hand stopped at the band of your pants.

"Please...don't..." you desperately pleaded.

There are a few seconds of dragging his thumb back and forth against your hip, as if deciding, but ultimately tearing it all off in one motion.

You squealed at suddenly being exposed, trying to clench your thighs together.

He denied you of this, effortlessly opening your thighs to expose for him to fully see.

You decided to be defiant as you felt him shift onto the table.

"This is--isn't going to work. Humans and Aliens aren't going to be able to--do this," you tried to move your legs, the heavy chain helping you none, "I'm not even remotely aroused--"

He interrupted you as you felt him lean closer to your wetness, feeling his breath hit the sensitive area.

The clicking sound he made almost sounded amused, before making you gasp as he rubbed a curious finger against you.

"Mm--stop--you--you can't--!"

Shuddering as a finger slid into you, you attempted to wriggle out of his hold. Only for his grip to tighten a little more, at this point, he was definitely warning you.

You felt embarrassed by the light squelching sound you heard. At least you didn't have to see.

Then two more were added.

"I can't--that's too much!" you cried out.

But when his wrist brushed against your cilt, your body completely surrendered.

He realized how greatly that affected you and decided to continue learning.

With a shaky breath, you desperately tried to hold back. Tried to deny your body's pleasure with your mind.

You clenched your thighs together at an attempt to stop his hand, but all it seemed to do was piss him off and force your legs apart, his originally slow and curious pace becoming rougher.

You bit your lip hard, keeping in any sounds.

But in the end, your body betrayed you, and with a long whine and bucking hips, you released.

He pulled his hand away and for a moment you thought he was done for now.

Until you felt something rubbing against you, something you could tell already wouldn't fit.

"That's not gonna--!"

You whimpered as he effortlessly slid in with a gravelly groan, the stretch stung.

"It's not gunna--It's not gunna...Take it out...."

Your head thumped back onto the table.

Without a break in movement, he kept moving, the chain connecting your ankles lightly clinking.

You let out a little sob as you bit your lip, you didn't know if it was from the violation or the pleasure, possibly both.

Every time he thrust forward, you could feel the stretch.

"It's gunna...gunna..."

He slid his hand up your throat just enough to push down the lip your teeth dug into with an index finger.

He wanted to hear you.

But with defiance, you swallowed every sound you made.

Until the speed changed, the cold metal rubbing against your back from the table, a stark contrast to the heat you felt.

Finally, he started getting little sounds out of you, whimpers, pleads.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you empty, before easily moving the weighted chain that felt like a ton to you and flipping you over on your knees.

You winced as your face smacked into the table. Your arms still bound in front of you.

You groaned into the metal as he completely filled you again.

As he moved, you felt more force behind each thrust.

"I can't--It's too--too much-ah!"

He slammed harder, which made you try to cushion your face.

Your heard a few sharp grunts, yet not of effort, which didn't surprise you. You were probably a warm-up.

Your body gently quivered from the force.

And the chains loudly clinked in time with him.

"I--Mm--hah--Lemme..."

Combing his fingers into your hair, he tugged you back, landing seated in his lap.

He sat motionless for a few seconds, a throaty groan was let out.

You made one last attempt to wriggle away.

And you think that made him completely snap from annoyance.

And you knew this because when he moved again, it was like he'd decided to completely destroy you.

With roughness you never experienced before, a deepness you never felt, a speed you didn't know was possible, he pounded into you at least a few times before your skin even slapped against his again.

And it seemed he was satisfied, every sound you hid before was milked out until you couldn't even process where you were anymore.

All you could feel was him, the pleasure, that stretch, all you could hear was the squelching of your wetness.

Your mouth couldn't even close anymore, completely drunk off him.

Your thighs shook terribly, barely able to handle him.

And you wouldn't even be surprised if he still went easy on you.

You were close.

When he tightened his grip, cutting off your breathing that was it.

Your hips bucked wildly as you released for the second time, a long moan ripping out of you.

Clenching around him so deliciously made him follow after. Filling you to the brim, and dripping down his length.

You sighed, as you began to settle only to whimper when you realized...

He wasn't done yet.

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[prey-4-me]

Ooman pet of a bad blood?

Thx for your request; hope you like it! ♥️

Bad Blood Yautja x pet!reader

Yautja Translations

Da’dtou-di — name, meaning little knife

Kv’var — hunt

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Cetanu roughed you up a bit as a greeting. “You’re up early, my Da’dtou-di,” he growled. Smiling, you nodded. “I wanted to clean your gear for the kv’var… I know you don’t like to wait.”

He grumbled. “Yes.” Clicking his mandibles, he continued, “Anyway. You are going to come with me today.” Surprised, you looked over at him. Usually you stayed at camp to ‘protect’ it. He had his back to you, concealing his face. You couldn’t tell his motives. But you were pleased all the same.

“When do we leave?” You tried to sound casual about it.

“When we are packed. Hurry,” he growled again. You got busy.

*** Snap! Cetanu swiveled around and boxed your ears, hissing, “Ooman! Quiet! Why are you so heavy footed??” He turned around again. Creeping forward, he was strangely silent for something so large. You looked down at the ground, searching for more twigs. You needed to avoid them at all costs. You fell behind as you struggled to be as quiet as Cetanu. You knew it didn’t really matter; he always charged his prey so he would lose you for certain then. But you could easily follow his path of destruction, as well as the typical sounds of Bad Blood battling their future trophy.

Cetanu roared, dashing off. Trees cracked and foliage gave way as he crashed through the jungle. You heard his prey roar back, and the battle begin. You continued carrying his gear, slowly gaining on their position. Roars and the sound of impact reached your ears. You climbed up a small hill and stopped, crouching. Cetanu and two large, lizard like creatures were battling. You watched Cetanu land several solid blows on one of them. It shook its head, dazed. The other lizard took the opportunity and charged him from behind. Hearing the approaching animal, Cetanu leapt an amazing height into the air. Folding his limbs in, he flipped backwards and land on top of the furious creature. It turned its head, snapping and hissing.

The fight raged on until only Cetanu stood. Victorious, he roared into the dusk air. Covered in blood and gore, he turned to you. “Come, come. Let’s field dress,” he roared, blood still obviously hot from the fight.

Cautiously, you approached. He was still raging, growling and snapping his mandibles. He was still ready for a fight.

“Okay, here,” you set his gear down a little bit away from him, but conveniently located next to one of the lizard things. He grumbled, “You do it.” Surprised, you froze. Cetanu never let you touch his kills.

“Do it.” He snarled. Quickly coming to life again, you relied on muscle memory. You used to field dress your own hunts back on Earth before Cetanu ‘found’ you, as if you had been a stray. Originally terrified, you had learned that although incredibly violent, he was mostly all bark and no bite with you. But his temper still kept you on your toes. You didn’t mind. He still took care of you better than anyone else in your life ever had. Plus, there was a certain amount of notoriety that being a pet of a Bad Blood brought, and you definitely didn’t mind that.

Thoughts returning to the present, you found yourself elbow deep in teal and purple innards. “You want the teeth from this lizard thingie?”  You asked casually as Cetanu growled and chuffed, trying to calm down.

“YES,” he roared.

“‘Kay,” you calmly responded.

Cetanu made one of his strange Yautja noises, releasing aggression. Finally he calmed and sat down near you. “Give me the teeth,” he commanded.

You scooped up the ones you had already carefully removed and passed them over. He took a shiny little tool and started to work on the teeth in some way. Trying to stay focused, you turned back to the mouth you were performing your gruesome dentistry on.

***

The sun went down just as you finished the first beast. “Come. We’ll do the second one tomorrow. I’ll hang it above camp so nothing messes with it tonight.” He lifted the dead weight easily. You quickly picked up Cetanu’s gear and rushed to catch up with him, using the the ample moonlight to guide your way.

You arrived to camp huffing and puffing. The gear was heavy. You set it down carefully as Cetanu descended from a tree. You looked up; yup there was the lizard, hanging safely overhead.

“Let’s eat; this meat is good.” He grabbed the package of meat you had carefully wrapped earlier. You started a fire as he tenderized and seasoned it.

“Okay. Here.” He tossed the meat to you. Carefully, you put it on your little griddle. It sizzled deliciously. Your mouth watered. You tended to dinner as Cetanu worked on his tooth project. He was using the little tool on them again.

Finally the meat was perfect. You opened a container of a seaweed-like salad you had prepared before leaving home. Making two plates of food, you presented Cetanu with his. Waiting for him to eat, you sat with your plate in your lap.

He grumbled and set his project down. Curious, you tried to figure it out. “Stop guessing what I’m doing. It’s for later,” he grumbled softly. Picking up his utensil, he tried the meat. “Mm, good job cooking. Very nice.” Happy, you dug into your own plate.

***

“Here.”

You sleepily rolled over. “Huh?”

“This is… yours.” Cetanu’s tone was weirdly soft.

You sat up. You rubbed your eyes; you had been half asleep. “What’s mine?”

He threw something small at you. “Don’t be ooman about it,” he growled.

“Okay,” you laughed, picking the thing up. You held your hands up, angling them towards the campfire. It was the teeth, strung on a small, black cord. But the teeth weren’t smooth anymore. You furrowed your brow and took a closer look. English lettering had been precisely carved into them. You read them out loud, left to right C-E-T-A-N-U-S.

You gasped; a collar? For you?

“Did I spell it right in ooman? Your letters are… stupid.” He commented.

You fastened it around your neck. The teeth hit your collarbones in a pleasing way. “Th-thank you.” You stuttered, unsure if saying thanks was ‘being ooman about it.’

“Don’t be ooman about it. Now everyone will know you’re mine. It’s just being practical.” He grumbled.

Turning away from him, you laid back down. You had a huge grin on your face, but you calmly replied, “Yeah, definitely. Makes sense.” You kept on smiling as he gruffly continued to defend his actions. “I see how some other Bad Bloods look at you. You’re taken; they need to get their own.” He growled angrily. “Now, go to sleep. We wake early again to continue the kv’var.” Smiling, you closed your eyes. It would be hard to sleep, but you would do your best to please your Yautja.

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[moramaisis]

After watching "Prey" i've been kinda obsessed with his design. It's not my fault they made him into sweet baby honeysuckle. Then i came across yautja fics and....ohhh myyy!!!? I just had to do some sketching. This art has been flagged. Tumblr is at it again, ruining artist's business. If you want to see the original then check out my adult blog.

#yautja #feral predator #yautja x human #predator #predator x human #predator smut #yautja thirst #my art

[moramaisisart]

This was supposed to be a joke. Hehe, i have a stupid sense of humor. Buff aliens running around in steel crotch pieces, mini skirts and fishnet bodystockings, it's simply iconic.

#yautja #yautja smut #yautja thirst #feral predator #predator #my art

[kissmyaft]

I’m literally exposing myself when simping for yautja here bro, LIKE EVEN MY FRIENDS KNOW THAT I HAVE A HORRENDOUSLY DOWN BAD SIZE KINK, big buff tall alien? Say no less, smash, smASH.

Okay but hear me out, Yautja Elders be looking sexy asf definitely. Like yes, let me be your footrest🧍‍♂️

#yautja thoughts #yautja thirst #yautja #predator

[wthtorke]

Do y'all ever think about how big yautjas can get? Like no fr

Think with me

The majority of us here are like 5'3 - 5'7

Like wow, hot right?

But then there's also HIM

UGH oh my God he's fucking 11' tall

I love him a lot

#its thirsting hours #yautja #predator #alien #yautja/human #the predator #headcanon #human/yautja #alien relationship #predators #yautja boyfriend #assassin predator #upgrade predator #ultimate predator #ap predator

[evilvvithin]

#who thought it's a good idea to make this shot knowing damn well we are here thirsting over preds #anyway I'm not okay #fugitive predator #yautja #the predator 2018 #avp #predator

[chysalxsm]

I might write a yautja smut story since I'm currently thirsting over them..Can you blame me though? They are filling my monster and mask kink, mostly scar and wolf😩 They be so fine effortlessly...

#smut story #yautja #predator #predator vs alien #predator scar #scar #wolf #predator wolf #yautja smut #monster smut #monster thirst #monster fucker #monster fucking #thirst #down bad for them

[teenandbeyond]

could i request a part 3 of your yautja x reader series ! its such a good read ive been catching myself going back and rereading it all over again !

Yautja x Fem. Reader Pt.3

Decided to kill two birds with one stone for the last of the three shots.

I wanted to sate your thirst, dark fic readers since y'all been asking for a while (even though I'm not the best with this style, nor is it my usual type).

Edit: Low-key had to rewrite this before it turned into some 50 Shades of Grey shit...I got...invested (which says a lot considering I'm not deep into the Predator fandom.) Then I got sleepy, so I didn't double word check :) Edit 2: If y'all ever want to request the prince again, I can do it outside of the series...probably, it depends.

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Little Princess (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut content, breeding, jealous Yautja, squirting, size difference, long asf (Might be the longest I've done for Yautja?), fingering, noncon details, possible triggers, exhibition (being watched), whipped Yautja (couldn't help but add a pinch of fluff for the last one)

The prince Ta'yto seems to have taken quite the liking to you, you've become his little Princess to breed...

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You briskly walked through the halls of the palace, not wanting to be late.

Ta’yto didn’t appreciate when you were late, last time you were punished for it, forced to sit on his lap throughout an entire meeting, how embarrassing.

The thing was, this place was a labyrinth and with the language barrier, you wouldn’t have been able to ask for directions. You had to solely depend on your memory.

Peeking down one way, your gaze flicked over the long walkway, “Here? No there isn’t a candelabra there…”

Which only left the walk way to your left a few feet ahead, you stalked ahead.

Just as you made the turn, you bumped into a solid chest, the firmness making you collapse to the ground, all the jewelry you wore ringing in the hall.

“Owww…” you rub at your forehead, squinting your eyes and craning your head up to see who you bumped into.

It was a Yautja male, not the prince you belonged to, Ta’yto had longer hair and he was wider, this one was slim.

“Sorry—Um…You don’t speak English, right, that’s pointless, [Name],” you muttered to yourself.

You stumble to stand up and straighten yourself due to the slim fit and flowiness of your dress.

A few clicks was all you got in response.

You gave a polite smile, “I should get going—”

He titled your chin up with a finger, seeming to observe you, arm pausing in its movement as he took sight of your blooded symbol.

“Ah…I should get going…”

As you moved to leave he grabbed your arm, easily stopping you, he began to trail his other hand from your chin to your hip.

“Let me go. This isn’t a good idea—”

You were cut off by a growl that felt like it shook the palace.

The predator touching you turned around to kneel to who was in front of him, which meant one thing…

The prince was here to collect you.

His footsteps must have been light before, they were heavy like thunder now.

He stopped in front of him, gesturing for him to stand and when he did stand…

You actually realized how tall Ta’yto was compared to someone other than you, he was at least a whole head taller than the predator in front of him. Having to lean down to be face-to-face—since at the moment his mask-thingy was off (you didn’t know what it was called).

There were a few exchanges of clicks, before Ta’yto decided to toss him away at the wall that connected to the entry of the other hallway.

You had to blink a few times to process that he tossed a fully-grown predator—you assumed anyway—with ease.

Then his head slowly turned to you.

You raised your hands in surrender, “I didn’t—ah! Put me down!”

He had simply tossed you over his shoulder, resting his hand comfortably on your ass as he turned to leave to his quarters like he usually did.

You see, after the fifth time with you, he decided you would officially be his mate. You were his favorite, so you had the privilege of sharing his quarters with him. He--despite kidnapping you and everything-- gave you luxury you didn’t expect, elegant dresses and jewelry from distant planets—learning you regularly needed food and water, made sure you were provided with some, and anything else you could need.

The only things that irked him, was one, despite all these things you still fought—admittedly at times he enjoyed it—it was still no less irking. Then, the fact that you never used the power you had as his top mate to decline the young and impulsive predators who tried to sneak and use you for themselves, knowing that you were taken. He had marked you with his clan mark—damn it, his name for goodness sakes.

Ta’yto found it quite adorable when you muttered angrily in English, thinking he didn’t understand a single word. Sometimes you had a colorful array of names to call him, both in irritation and in pleasure.

“The throne room?” you wondered as you noticed the familiar doors close.

After the short trek up steps, he set you down, only long enough to plop into the sturdy throne and set you on his lap. He sighed, gripping your thigh through the dress.

“I…he didn’t do anything really…” you tried to assure.

At this point, you didn’t necessarily hate him anymore, but you didn’t like him much either.

It was kind of hard to when one minute you’re fighting to the death together only for you to get betrayed and get brutally handled by him.

But he did, he touched what didn’t belong to him.

All he had to say was that ‘She was so tempting. I’m sorry, Prince Ta’yto. I won’t do it again…’

Ta’yto spread his legs, yours following along, before you could even react his rough hand slid under your dress.

“What are you—” your breath hitched as his nails gently grazed against your inner thigh, so close to the warmth between them.

It had been a while since he hand his hand there, after the first time, he’d just preferred to get straight to it.

You whimpered as playful fingers trailed up, his finger moving over the bare, pink, flesh with calculated strokes.

You clenched your thighs to stop it, “Not—Not—”

He simply grunted and spread them open again with his free hand that had been on the armrest.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain the thin amount of dignity you still had, you wouldn’t let him win that easily.

Trying to ignore how much more sensitive your body had become each time he had his way with you.

But you couldn’t stop the drawn-out gasp that left your lips when he finally slid in two of his fingers, providing you with a little relief after the immediate tension he created inside you.

But what you hated, was that your body was excited, because you knew two wouldn’t be enough to prepare for him, he’d have to give you more.

You stiffened when the door opened, the advisor or whatever he was had walked in, but after taking in the situation, he gave a few clicks and turned to leave.

But Ta’yto’s voice stopped him, he said something you didn’t understand, which they nodded to before leaving.

You didn’t have time to wonder what that was about because then he was moving again.

Your brows scrunched as you tried to focus, his guard is lowered, you could possibly attack him. He may be stronger than you, but move quick enough, you could immobilize him.

Your eyes flicked over to the sharpened spike on one of the sides of his foot rest. Thinking of all possible scenarios for a few minutes. But you would have to bend and reach for it, that would be too much time.

“I—can you stop for a second…I…I’m too sensitive…” you attempted.

Not that it worked, of course.

Then the door opened again, it was the Predator from before in chains.

You could feel Ta’yto chuckle behind you, before speaking to the Predator in their language.

“You know. The thing about tempting things, they aren’t attainable to scum like you…The reason I brought you here, is to remind you what’s mine and that you can’t have her. You aren’t permitted to speak or leave until I tell you. Think about this the next time you decide to touch what doesn’t belong to you.”

He turned his attention back to you who had turned your head in embarrassment and closed your legs, even though the scum couldn’t see underneath the dress.

He spread your legs again, giving his hand access to move, “This is mine. Only I can touch it like this, you could only ever dream…”

He quickly switched from a tame pace to a rough rhythmic one, making you gasp and let your head fall into his chest.

“Didn’t you touch her here?” he gripped your chin that had been touched before, forcing you to look at the chained Predator, as he added another finger, “Well, I’m reclaiming it.”

This should’ve still been embarrassing to you, but it so, so, erotic, so…so strangely powerful all you could do was tighten around his fingers.

You gripped his arm tight, “Please, it’s too much, not—not yet—hah…”

You found your hips moving to meet his fingers, desperate for the soon coming release.

“And every other place your slimy hands touched her... She doesn’t smell like me as strongly anymore…that needs to change.”

Your nails dug into his bicep, not that he felt it much.

He likes that his research on female humans and what brings pleasure was put to good use with you.

Speaking of…should he try that new thing he learned about yesterday? Well, since he has an audience, he might as well give a show.

In the same motion he tore off your dress, your places were switched, your bare body sitting on the throne while he stood, towering over you, before kneeling down.

Which confused you, considering he was the royal one and you were not.

But you were totally clueless to the fact that this Yautja was so addicted he had no problem doing so at any time.

With another quick move, he gripped your legs and tugged you forward, it was so sudden, you had to grab the armrests to steady yourself.

“What…what are you..?”

His face was way too close to your nether regions, you could feel his breath, which made you twitch each time.

What was he going to—your eyes widened as you felt a wet muscle brush against you.

What was going on? Was he—? Where did he learn this?

You yelped as the few cautious licks of a forked tongue became ravenous, he gripped your thighs hard as his tongue teased you.

“Ohhhh,” you sighed out, biting your lip to keep quiet.

But that’s not what he wanted, so he slid in the hard muscle.

You gripped the armrests for your life, barely able to hold eye contact with him as he devoured you like a starved man. And the mandibles brushing against your skin made it worse.

You tossed your head back, a desperate moan leaping from your throat, the feeling too good, tears bubble up to your waterline, “Please don’t—Not that—Not there—Please!”

But he doesn’t pause, he just gets impossibly more aggressive.

He wants the tears to fall, that’s what always happens before you break. He wants you to break.

He adds his fingers into the equation again, the minute he does, you’re gripping his head like a lifeline.

The closer you get, the louder you get, which he likes. He likes when that composure you try so hard to keep disappears. Shatters before his very eyes. He keeps his eyes on you, wanting to see the moment when it happens.

And it does, but not in the way he was expecting, your chest hiccups as the tears finally fall and you shake your head, almost like you want to refuse the feeling, but you don’t, not really, he knows that.

“No, no, no, I can’t…no…”

And your hips jerk, you’re no longer able to control them and a water-like substance escapes from you. He quickly gets over the surprise and happily excepts it. This is new and you show no signs of being in pain, more than the usual anyway, so he succeeded, right?

Then your crying is of embarrassment, you hadn’t done that before.

But he doesn’t allow you to wallow in it for long.

Your breath is ragged as your legs shake, but you know he never shows mercy on you.

Definitely not today since he’s showing off how beautiful you are and how well you take him, that he’s got something no one but him can have. No one.

The second thing different about today, he rubs a thumb against your thigh, as if saying good job or good girl.

He doesn’t stay there too long, ready to cleanse his mate of the scum that dared touch her completely.

You whine as he finally sheds off his loincloth, you’re way too sensitive to take him now.

And he knows you’re sensitive. He knows you’re sensitive as he lifts you by your shaky legs to place you on his lap again as he sits on his throne. He knows you’re sensitive as he rubs you against his erection as you face away from him. He knows your sensitive as he moves one hand to the hip that was touched.

But he knows you can handle it, his little pet always handles it.

“Ahhm! Fuck!”

He growls as you suck him in, your body molded into the form his wanted. Now your body so greedily accepts him as compared to before. He fits so perfect, like your body conformed to his shape. You really are just for him.

“She fits me perfectly. So, you see—ngh—you could never satisfy her anyway, you peasant.”

You barely have time to settle before he’s pounding away.

“Sense—sensetiv—!”

Haven’t you learned by now that he doesn’t really care?

You’re just his little pet—

Well, Ta’yto supposed that wasn’t true anymore.

You were more than a pet—although you were still a pet, his little pet—

You were more than that…his true mate—no…his princess.

Maybe he should marry you.

Would that be strange? He might be looked at weirdly since it wasn’t a thing for his race.

But if he got to pound into this every day, this hot, tight, warm—

Anyway, you were the best mate he’s had…you were fit for royalty both figuratively and literally you fit him into you like he was meant to fill you whenever.

Speaking of filling, you’d look absolutely ravishing with a little bump, at this point he genuinely wanted it.

He’d have to do his best to be gentle no matter how arousing the sight would be. He wouldn’t be able to not fuck you, so at the very least he’d just be gentle and still be able to feel you around him like a vice as you held his child.

The thought of impregnating you gave him a whole new burst of energy.

His little princess having his little baby.

Maybe more than one, how many babies could a human have without dying?

He wanted that many.

“Too much—Too-too much! Please, I—I can’t” you sobbed turning your head into his side.

Little princess, don’t you know your tears only spur him on? He likes when you cry.

He grips the inside of your knee a little more, ramming into you. Wanting to unsure he fills you with strong seed, strong enough to give him children.

You spasm around him as you release again, the feeling so intense it’s hard to stay conscious as you settle.

But his pace barely slows, despite the tightness, and only speeds up again once you finish.

You beg, “Please…I'm done...I...”

Your head collapses onto his chest as darkness takes over you.

And he doesn’t stop, no, not until he spills every drop into you.

"The thing is princess, I decide when you're done."

And a month later he got what he wanted, a cute little bump, his little princess.

And oh, how he wished he could ravish you how he wanted…but he’d have to wait for that.

#yautja thirst #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja smut #yautja #the predator #yautja prince #predator x reader #predator smut #predator x human #predator #smut #predator dark fic #yautja dark fic #dark fantasies

[prey-4-me]

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

Thx for requesting! I hope you like it ♥️

Older Yautja x reader, no smut, some fluff

Yautja Translations

Kv’var - hunt

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

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

Only insect chatter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Up, up. Up.” You were being shaken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grumbled, “Ooomans so heavy footed.”’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

#predator x human #predator x reader #yautja x human #yautja x you #yautja x reader #predator x you #yautja thirst #yautja boyfriend #predator fanfiction

[moramaisis]

He came to earth for trophies, but became a trophy himself. A trophy husband. Another random au idea.

#feral predator #yautja x human #predator x human #yautja #yautja thirst

[angelltheninth]

Rutting Yautja

Pairing: Male!Yautja x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, size difference, breeding kink, scratch marks, creampie, nesting, cuddles, size kink

A/N: Its finally time for the aliens you all thirst over.

Rutting!Yautja who at first doesn't want to spend his rut with you because they see you as a fragile mate. You already end up with bruises and scratch marks on the regular, he didn't want to risk really, really hurting you when his rut took over. It was only after many ruts spent alone and many conversations that he agreed to try.

Rutting!Yautja who doesn't want to fuck you just anywhere. It has to be the nest he build for the two of you. You can hear him almost purring and clicking happily when you lay in it, completely naked and already opening your legs for him.

Rutting!Yautja who snaps his hips forward the moment his cock makes contact with your pussy, missing the entrance and sliding his girth over your clit over and over, growling yet unable to stop as he sends you into your first orgasm just from grinding like that. Your slick is already all over his cock and stomach and he's just getting started

Rutting!Yautja who isn't even half way in when he comes, hot fluid filling you up and flowing out. He isn't embaressed in the slightest as he pushes forward even more, as much as you're able to take and starts to hammer into you with brute force.

Rutting!Yautja who doesn't just want to breed you to make offspring but also mark you as his, make you smell like him for months and months. It's very possessive he knows but can you really blame him when he has the cutest mate? He would go to battle for you no doubt, but this is more fun for the two of you.

Rutting!Yautja who takes care of himself when you're resting, growing and snarling as he shoots his cum over your body. This too is to scent you, no matter how much you wash up the other Yautja will be able to tell you spent his rut with him, that you are without a doubt his mate.

#yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja x you #yautja imagine #yautja imagines #predator x human #predator x you #predator x reader #predator imagine #predator imagines #predator x femsle reader #monster imagines #monster imagine #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster smut #alien imagine #alien imagines

[scribbledghost]

hi baby !! i js rlly have been thirsting for some yautja content n u was the only writer i knew that posts predator contents😭😭 i need sum yautja aaangstt!! like where reader almost dies(just ignore this if its rude or disrespectful 😭😭ps im soorryy)

It's not rude or disrespectful at all!! I've missed my Yautja (especially my boy T'Kua ;; so i'm gonna make this about him hope that's okay) so I'm happy to write some angst for em! (Though. You know me - gotta have a happy ending here)

The Fifth Day

He is used to bloodshed. He is used to injuries, to pain, to broken bodies.

He is used to death.

But not like this.

T'Kua sprints through the streets of Yautja Prime, your body growing heavier in his arms with every step. He screeches at others to move, to get out of his way; as an Elder, he is immediately obeyed.

Stay with me, he commands you in his mind. Do not leave me.

He does not know what has caused you to be in such a state. All he knows is that he arrived home after a lengthy clan meeting to find you unconscious on the floor, your body blazing warm. He hadn't even been aware that you'd felt unwell.

T'Kua barges into the nearest emergency clinic, shouting for help. Healers are quick to arrive, and in his irrational state, he fights them at first when they try to take you from him.

Later when he is standing in the corner, watching a team work on your failing body, he prays.

I beg you, do not take them from me, he pleas to the Black Warrior. It is not their time.

He listens to the head healer chitter vague medical instructions to his subordinates. Something about a fever, an infection, a rapid decline. Something on Yautja Prime that you did not have on Earth, and thus had no defenses against. Once you are properly stabilized, the healer comes to him.

"We have done all we can," he says. "Now, we must wait."

T'Kua is no stranger to waiting. Most hunts largely consist of it; quietly stalking prey, or lying in wait. But, again, this is different. This is no hunt. There is no enemy he can overwhelm and kill.

He cannot protect you here.

Days pass in the same manner: he wakes by your bedside, spends the day waiting for any sign of life from you, then falls into a restless sleep in the same place. The medics assure him that your condition is not deteriorating, but that does little to ease his mind. You may not be getting worse, but you are not getting better, either.

Then, at the dawn of the fifth day, he notices you stir.

It is an almost imperceptible movement - just a slight twitch of your finger. But it is monumental to T'Kua.

It is hope.

He leans forward, softly calling your name in a tongue you are familiar with. You grunt slightly, and he reaches forward and slides a giant paw beneath your hand. Again, he calls your name.

"Come... back to me," he says slowly, your language still somewhat foreign to him.

Just then, your eyebrows pinch together, and you groan as you attempt to open your eyes.

"T'Kua...?" you say, voice raw from disuse.

"Yes," he says quickly. "Is... me. Am... here."

Your eyes open more fully, only to close again against the offending sunlight creeping in through the window.

"...My eyes burn," you croak.

"Fe...ver," T'Kua says.

"Thirsty."

Though he is loathe to leave you, he stands from his perch and grabs a canteen of water from the other side of the room. He gently holds your head in place as he tips it against your lips. The skin on your face shines with sweat.

There is much he wants to say, but he does not want to burden you so soon after waking. So instead, he thumbs away some of the perspiration on your cheek with a gentle touch and grabs your hand again.

A healer on their regular rounds walks into the room, and suddenly the quiet moment is replaced by chaos.

You are soon surrounded, though T'Kua refuses to let go of your hand as the medics take your vitals and do their work. Your fever has broken, but the infection is still present. The staff's leader is confident that this will fade with plenty of time, rest, and fluids, but states that you will still be under their care for a few more days at minimum.

Once the healers have left and silence returns to the space, T'Kua gazes at you.

"What's on your mind?" you ask softly.

"You," he responds. "Was... scared."

T'Kua rarely admits fear, though you are an exception to his rule. You are an exception to many rules.

"I'm okay."

"Now. Many days... not okay."

You do not respond. A hand reaches up and traces along his mandibles before it rests against his jaw.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

T'Kua purrs softly as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. He runs a hand up your arm, noticing how you shiver slightly as sharp claws trace soft skin.

"Do not... scare... again," he teases lightly as he cracks one eyelid open to peer at you.

You laugh softly, a gentle sound T'Kua wishes to bottle and carry with him until the Black Warrior claims him.

"I'll do my best."

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #ghost scribbles

[pauk-di]

Guy'te

biographical information:

Rank: Clan Leader(bad blood)

status: alive

Species: Yautja

sexuality: bisexual((Preferably in men))

gender: male

Height: 11 feet (335.3 cm)

Likes: Manipulating others for your own pleasure, jokes, meat, your mating partners, torture, intimidation, genetic modification, science, hunting, corrupting honorable yautjas.

Dislikes: Humans, honorable yautjas, not being in control, unnecessary affection, weak yautjas, weakness

Backstory:

Guy'te was an elite yautja of a huge clan known as "Sainj'kto" resident of yautja prime. Guy'te never saw himself in things like honor, he considered it utter nonsense that trapped the Yautja race and distanced them from better things like genetics.

The yautja has always been curious about any subject considered a "dishonor" to his species, genetic modification being one of them. His thirst for knowledge only grew when he met Uih'ko, and together they achieved an amazing result. Something that could make the yautjas stronger and better, even with his friend's warnings, Guy'te used himself as a guinea pig and became the monster he is today, a huge and strong creature, but with much more aggressive behavior.

His clan found out, and with no difficulty Guy'te escaped with Uih'ko, not before leaving a trail of blood from his former comrades behind. Becoming a threat to the yautja race, and being one of the most wanted bad bloods of all.

Present day:

Guy'te founded one of the greatest bad blood clans of all time, having eyes and ears everywhere for yautja prime. He intends to break Yautja society from the inside out, becoming the ruler of a new age.

#yautja #yautja oc #yautja art #art #predator #guy'te #yautja x yautja #yautja x reader #alien vs predator #avp #predator franchise

[wthtorke]

Insanity

We do it like this here - tooth-rotting fluff on one day and scathing, filthy nsfw on the other lmfao

1.3K words - NSFW Cannibal Bad Blood Yautja x Afab!Reader - WARNINGS: Kidnapping, violence, very graphic p in v nsfw, implied murder, fear of heights, panicked sex, etc.

💫This one is filthy, you've been warned💫

If you don't know who Cannibal is, it's this guy! A crazed bad blood who is also (like the name says) a damn Cannibal - enjoy!

-

You had heard of accidents around town all day, a crash here, burning tires there- the police made barricades and told everyone to stay inside.

Your town was in the mountains, the houses were decently far off and at the moment, that made you nervous. If there was a freak on the loose, you had to be careful. 

Following the police's instructions, you locked all doors and windows while your coffee was brewed in the kitchen. You would not be sleeping tonight.

You texted your friends, hoping someone would have an answer when you heard crashing outside. Gasping and walking over the window, the heavy thumps barely reach your ears before a huge blur breaks through the glass. 

Thrown to the floor along with the debris from your wrecked wall, you scream as you're picked up again, being held up by your shirt. Your eyes focus on the scariest thing you have ever seen in your life. 

It flares its teeth and roars in your face as you scream back in sheer panic, thrashing hard and gripping its hand. 

Its claws grip and tear your pant legs into shorts, ripping pieces of fabric as it hissed and snarled, getting closer to your crotch. When it holds your belt line, there's shooting outside. Bullets break through the remnants of the glass and wood before the thing is running off-

With you. 

In the frantic running and moving, you hear bullets whizzing past you, screaming and crying as your heart hammers against your chest. Half naked and kidnapped by a monster was not how you thought this day would end.

It's not long until the creature manages to dodge the police, running deeper and deeper into the woods with you. It was big, bigger than any man you met. It smelled of death, blood, and gore. The way it gripped your thigh and tore your pants told you very clearly of its intentions with you. And fuck if it didn't make you scared, squeezing your legs together as it carried you away from any help you could get. 

It flings you over its shoulder as it jumps up a thick tree, the bones of its armor poke and scratch your hips as one of its huge hands grip your ass tightly. It sends a shameful twist up and down your spine before ending on your cunt.

It hisses harder like it knows what you're feeling. You squeeze your legs together again and that earns you a hard slap on your behind, making you yell out as it jumps to another thicker oak tree, throwing you on one of its branches. 

You hug the branch for your dear life, shaking and trembling as you look below. Several feet in the air, at the top of your town's mountain. You hear metal buckling before you're dragged back again. Your nails dig into the tree bark before one of its hands grips the back of your neck, pressing your face against the wood as it positions itself behind you. The rest of your pants get ripped off with a single pull.

Your heart hammers and your adrenaline is high-  you're scared and you're also horny. How? You didn't know. But as soon as your hips are pulled back against what could only be the monster's cock, you feel a delicious shudder go through you. It snarls and pushes in at once, not giving you any time before it starts harshly pounding you into the wood. 

Your moans are loud and desperate as its thirsts are quick and deep. Its hips snap against yours at such speed that the back of your thighs hurt from the slapping. Behind you, the monster snarls and roars, pressing against you so hard your spine bent painfully as its cock stroked the deepest parts of you. 

Your grip on the branch does not falter one second, knowing if you let go, you could fall from the sheer force of his thrusts. You yell out multiple times, muffled by the monster's own groaning before it changes tactics. 

The hand on your neck switches to your throat, circling around you before gripping tightly and hauling you up, tearing your arms from around the branch. You yell in fear of falling as it crouches, leaning against the tree trunk and continuing to fuck into you as your hands try to grab anything to secure yourself. 

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the impact of his thrusts gets quicker, and stronger before he slams you down on himself, roaring loud enough to make your ears ring and deafen briefly before he explodes inside of you. Hot, long surges of liquid gush inside your walls as you twitch and squirm in its grasp, struggling to breathe as you feel yourself spasming in your own orgasm. 

Your vision blurs before you are moved again, barely aware of the change of view. The top of the trees are now the bottom of them. The sky is now the forest floor as you're dragged away once more. 

You think you can hear yelling in the distance before the thumping steps of the monster gripping you turn faster. You pass out for God knows how long before you're violently shaken awake again.

This time, you're at a small makeshift camp, it seems. There's a fire, even though it doesn't look like a normal one. There's also blood. A lot of blood. The look in its eyes is crazed even when it's resting. 

'It -is- crazy,' you think. 

You're still naked from your waist down, still sticky with his…

He snarls and gets your attention again. His crotch armor is also gone. You finally have a look at the cock that made you pass out from pleasure who knows how long ago. It's ridged, long, and thick. 

And hard. Again. 

He gets up and your belly coils with anticipation once more. You had no idea this side of you existed before. 

This time, he's having you belly up, he decides. You spread your legs and he pulls your thighs to him, leaning forward on his knees as he had before. The sliding-in is easier this time. Your sensitive insides curl around him just as tightly as before as he hisses and begins thrusting again. Quick and deep, like he liked to do. 

Quick and deep, like he drove you mad on his cock. Mad like him. Insane with pleasure. 

You moan, getting pounded into the grassy patch as he grunts and snarls on top of you. You wrap your legs around his hips, and he rewards you by gripping your throat again, squeezing just enough for you to stay alert. 

You gasp and sob as the impact shakes you to your core. Being so big, his face isn't close to yours. You face his chest, finally noticing the most curious aspect about him- The rings dangling from his pecs.

You blush harder and will your hands to rest his abs. When he doesn't react, still thrusting deep in your cunt, you pull them up to his chest, squeezing the pecs in your hands, feeling the cold metal of the rings press against your palms. 

He shudders and hisses, snapping his head down to look at you. His pupils just about disappear in his eyes as the grip on your throat tightens. 

You cough and sputter, closing your hands tighter in fear as he chuckles darkly and loosens his grip a tiny bit. He comes abruptly, slamming in again as you scream underneath him. You squirm hard, trembling legs tightening around his hips as he picks up his pace again, not giving you a break at all. 

The wet slapping sounds make you blush hard again, closing your eyes tightly and submitting to the most pleasurable torture of your life. 

---------- If you made it here, you're still alive, good! Remember to breathe lmao

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[thenomadclan]

The Day of Fathers

(A Yautja Predator Short Story)

The sounds of the plasma engine hummed through the ship, the steady like vibrations upon laying in the bed was almost relaxing or even therapeutic. Nomad slowly began to wake up, having his eyes meet a feminine pale white as snow Yautja with pink stripes. The female he was looking at was his mate Cji’ru’öld (Snow), he admired her sleeping beauty as she purred from whatever that head was dreaming. Gently he caressed his mates cheeks to her dreadlocks, while in response she sleepily leaned into the caressed palm. Gently he pressed his forehead against her which then began to wake her up, she looked in confusion but allowed it. “Mmmm what are you doing Red” she asked still trying to wake up, Nomad replied “I’m just admiring my lovely Snowflakes beauty and Grace”. She blushed/clicked in embarrassment as she placed her head against his chest, what was a moment of hiding turned into one where she began to listen to his steady heart.

Nomad didn’t pull away not pushed her off, instead let her head rest on him as he pet her dreadlocks down her back, purring lovingly. As this moment stretched longer they were met by the sound of their door WHOOSHING open, quickly Nomad looked at the sight of two red & white blurs tackling him and Snow. He groaned in pain but saw his two children, La’kee was the eldest, he was just like Nomad with long dreadlocks and red skin but the difference being the white stripes he got from his mother. Pok’I was the youngest, sporting a lightish red but had dark red stripes with white secondary stripes.:“Wake up! Father! Mother! We are almost there!” La’kee said excitedly, Nomad teasing said “Mmmmm whatever could you mean?” Trying to have his sons believe I forgot what this trip was about. “WAIT! MOTHER PLEASE DON’T TELL US FATHER FORGOT!?” Pok’I said as she was on Snow, cuddling next to her. Snow have a look of ‘okay cut it out’ to Nomad, he replied that he’s excited to bring them home and begin their first day of training.

A couple of hours later they arrived at the planet of Yautja Prime, flying directly to a city that was made as a meet up. Upon arriving at the docking port, Nomad was met with two big Yautja’s built like human tanks. As intimidating as they looked, they instantly welcomed Nomad and Snow with hugs so tight bones could accidentally turn to dust. It was Boulder & Basher, Nomads half sisters, they had been holding down the fort of Nomads Clan while he and his Mate were having some family time alone with their children. “Brother! It’s good to see you! How was trip?!” Boulder asked as she placed Nomad down while playing with her nephew and niece, much to the jealousy of Basher. “It was great, a nice vacation that was well earned. How is everyone back at the Clan?” Nomad replied as he got La’kee & Pok’I off Bolder and set them on his shoulders.

“They miss their leader, understandably having itchy trigger fingers, they are desperate for a hunt” Basher said as she put down Snow, Nomad agreed it has been awhile since a worthy hunt had been conducted. “Tell you what, why don’t you take Snow & Pok’I to the Clan to get situated while me and La’kee here do alittle bonding. I promise as soon as I’m done we will hunt something that’ll quench the thirst of the impatient hunters.” Nomad stated which Boulder and Basher were happy to report as they escorted Snow & Pok’I to their home hut. Nomad breathed easier as he held La’kee on his shoulders, walking around the streets of Yautja Primes City. His son watched as many passed by, either giving his father a dirty look or one of praise.

“Father, is being apart of your clan bad” he asked almost concerned, Nomad looked up at his son alittle worried “Never my son, being a Nomad is a great honor, being apart of a Clan that saved Yautja Prime? Who wouldn’t wanna be apart of it!” He said hoping to calm his son. “Then why do others look down on us” his son brought up, and it was a fair question as Nomad took his son off his shoulders. “La’kee I won’t lie to you, the Nomad Clan originally was that of Bad Bloods simply wanting to survive, but when pushed they pushed back harder to the point that every hated them. It was my job to redeem the clan and I did…but not without the help of your Elder Drago” Nomad said as he then showed a statue of a Yautja with a mechanical arm, samurai like armor, and a flag he held showing the clan symbol. La’kee looked up at the statue and at the words on the stone, written was the names of all the Nomad Clan that had lost their lives in the pursuit of redeeming themselves and the Clan. “Who was he to you” La’kee asked looking back at Nomad, “He was a Father that I never had” Nomad replied as he held his son close and looking up at the statue that just like Drago, forever stood tall.

-The End-

Happy Fathers Day ^^

Characters:

-Nomad (Art by Tsitra1288 on TikTok)

-Boulder & Basher (Art by Jaid_Wing)

-Snow / Cji’ru’öld

-Drago (Art by Takkel)

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