As soon as the cloud of purple dust exploded in the air, Scar knew he was in deep shit. Of course the giant creature he finally took down had to land in a field of flowers that were known for their beauty...and properties.
The dust they expelled, which he did his best to avoid inhaling as he quickly collected the skull of his kill, was not something that wore off easily. He had never experienced it, but he knew of others who now stood clear of the dainty flowers. He also knew of some Yautja who used the flowers for personal reasons.
These delicate flowers emitted a dust when triggered that when inhaled, caused major effects. One's that Scar was beginning to feel. His body pitched forward as a wave of pain rushed through him. His mouth watered uncontrollably and a warmth spread over him, making his shiver and he stumbled to the tree line.
A low growl left his throat as he felt his loin cloth tighten as his cock grew. A course of pleasure and pain rocking him towards the trail leading home.
Beware of the little purple flower dust- its a very powerful aphrodisiac.
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You touched the translator that fit snugly behind your ear while you wiped down the table. It had been years since you came to live, and love, the Yautja you called Scar.
You'd saved each other more than once, both having fought Xenomorphs in the past. He was a younger Yautja then and even though time has passed, he still had a charm to him that you adored.
The small ship you shared was home; always moving and never in one place for very long. You didn't mind as long as you were with him. Your eyes looked up to the large window that gave you a stunning view of the forest. You could even make out the mountains where the waterfall was; Scar had taken you there as a surprise when you first landed on this planet. Your heart warmed at the thought.
The sudden slam of the door of the ship opening made you jump. Your eyes immediately widened and your stomach dropped. "What happened!? Are you okay?" You panicked, taking in Scar's state. He could barley hold himself up in the doorway.
Drool left his mouth, trickling down his chin and mandibles, his eyes were hazy and his breathing was heavy and ragged as though he'd been running for a long time. "Are you hurt?" You made your way towards him but stopped when he let out a pained growl.
"Purple flowers." He hissed, moving to shut the door and toss his hunting gear, along with a large animal skull, on the floor.
Your mind raced as you tried to understand what he was talking about and your eyes caught the large bulge in his loincloth. "Purple flowers...Oh," Your eyes met his and he moved to the back of the ship where the bedroom was.
"Scar? What can I do to help? Are you in pain?" You asked, following him and touching his shoulder when he slumped against the wall. You let out a shout as you quickly were pressed against the wall, a thigh between your legs and his teeth at your throat.
Neither of you moved for a moment, he just breathed you in. "Your touch, hurts but feels good." He finally grumbled, his tongue laving against your neck. His cock hurt to the point of a whine nearly ripping from his throat as he moved away from you. "Hurts," he said as he fumbled with his gear and clothes, ripping it all off and standing in the bedroom before you.
"Can I help?" You asked.
"I will hurt you. Too much," he replied, hissing at the air that openly touched his cock. A noise you'd never heard from him came out and you pushed all reason aside.
Taking your clothes off and ignoring his comments, you moved to the bed and moved some of the furs around before laying back and opening your legs. "Come here Scar." You said, watching his mind turn. "You have never hurt me in a way I didn't like." You reminded him and watched his mandibles twitch, scenting you.
The feeling was excruciating as it tore through him like fire. He stumbled towards you, rough hands tracing up your soft thighs as he nestled himself between your legs. The ache in his body and cock was one of the most painful things he'd felt and he would never look at the Yautja who enjoyed the purple flower dust the same.
The tip of his cock pressed against your cunt and with a few drops of drool that still leaked from his mouth, he thrust into you with one stroke. The feeling was immense and he shuddered, falling forward until his chest was pressed against yours and your arms and legs wrapped around him.
His mouth nipped and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck while he moved his hips, hissing and growling at the feeling of your walls sucking him deeper. "Hurts," he groaned, clawing at your thighs to push them higher.
"Take what you need, I'm okay," you reassure him with a kiss to his mandibles and he nuzzles your cheek before another wave of agony flows through him. His hips move with a rhythm he's never fucked you with.
It's deep and hard and fast and everything that has your toes curling. His body being flush against yours makes everything hotter. His fingers run through your hair, yanking your head to the side so he can bite over his mating mark on your neck, a loud moan leaving you in response.
The burning in his cock is subduing the longer he fucks you and his mind is feeling less hazy when he feels your lips on his neck and chest. "Mate..." he growls as your pussy flutters around his cock.
"Keep going," you pant, nails biting into his back as he let's gravity bring his weight on you. The sensation overwhelming to the point where both of you are coming. His thrusts merciless and sloppy as he finishes deep inside you. The heat and pain of the flower dust finally leaving his body as he slows his pace.
On shaky arms, he pushed himself off you, meeting your gaze. "Don't touch purple flowers." He warns, moving to nuzzle your cheek and cover you both with furs.
Your laugh echoes through your home along with the wonder of how it would affect a human?
Slasher men who head push while your choking on their cock- balls deep in your mouth just holding you there until they want to move you
Your mouth basically a fleshlight for them and they only care about their own pleasure especially seeing your eyes water at the pressure of their thick cock in your throat
100% would wrap a hand around your neck with their cock deep inside and feel their come struggle to be swallowed
•Michael Myers• Charles Lee Ray• Brahms•Yautja•Bo Sinclair•
Nasty monster bf who loves to eat you out when you haven't showered or are all sweaty.
Your scent literally makes his hips move against the bed as his long tongue stretches your cunt, fingers holding you wide open. You whine that your gross and need to clean up but he's not having it.
He'll bury his whole nose in your cunt and inhale. Fuuuccckkk you smell so good- your real scent not clouded with perfume or lotion- you.
He will growl and pant, drool covering your thighs as he's getting himself off on your scent. His cock head catching on the sheets bundled against his hips as he humps against them. Your whines and cries of pleasure only make him slip fingers inside you, loving the way you clench down on him.
His tongue drags out of your pussy, tracing along your thighs- tickling the back of your knees as he moves to press his cock into your fluttering cunt just in time for him to dump his thick load.
Trying to write a book is so loud. Like I have this wonderful outline and all this amazing things and then it goes so quiet when I try to actually put it down 🫠
Ser duncan the tall on his knees as he utterly destroys your pussy with his mouth. He may not know what exactly he's doing but the way your crying out, shaking and grabbing at anything you can reach, has him sucking and licking harder.
His big hands grip your thighs to lift them over his shoulders and he keeps one hand over your hip to keep your pinned. His other hand makes its way to his throbbing cock where he groans at the sensitivity of his tip as he begins to fist himself.
Big monster!bf who is easily three times your size just absolutely devouring your sweet cunt. His tongue is sooooo deep, thrusting and curling inside you while his hands pin you down.
Poor thing, you're so overstimulated but he cant get enough of you so he keeps going. "Just one more for me-" He growls, drinking your juices as your pussy flutters around his tongue.
Monster!bf who fucks you on his cock afterward like a sleeve, dropping you on his massive length over and over again until his cum drips down your thighs.
Monster!bf who doesnt understand that you need a break even though his cock is still so hard.
A/N: Here's a part 2 of the request I had gotten for City Hunter a few weeks ago. Hope you enjoy! For the sake of timelines, let's pretend the Yutani corporation was founded during the events of this movie.
Warnings: SFW, fem!reader captive!reader, reader gets kidnapped by aliens lol
"I don't understand-"
"We gave you chances to come clean about what you saw that night. Since you continue to be of no use to us, we have no choice but to release you of your position here at the Yutani Corporation." Your supervisor sat calmly at the end of the long table in his office. Your heart dropped at his words, your life gone.
"I've given so much to this project-"
"And we thank you for what you have accomplished as lead scientist. Again, however, without samples or details from that night, we are back to square one with these species." He snapped, clasping his hands together before him. "You kissed your career goodbye the minute you let the creature leave your apartment."
"That's not fair, I had no way of taking that thing down!" You yelled, standing from your chair so abruptly that it fell backwards. "This is shit and you know it! I will not let you fire me over something so stupid! What have you done exactly for this project other than sit there and diddle yourself all day while I was down there working my ass off-"
"Enough!" Your supervisor shouted, standing from the table as well and reaching for the phone on his desk, dialing for security.
"Oh, give me a break you fucking piece of shit-" You started, nasty comments leaving your mouth as the guards dragged you from the room and to the curb outside where a box or your things waited for you.
With blurry vision and pain in your chest, you walked home, ignoring the weird stares from people on the street as you cried. The minute you got inside your apartment, you threw the box down and went to your room. It had been a couple of weeks since the incident, but the construction on your apartment was quick due to various complaints. You had a floorboard under your bed, however, that never moved back into place.
It's where you kept the only evidence you had from that night. With a grunt, you moved your bed a few feet and ripped up the floorboard. Shaking hands reached down into the gap and you grabbed the small cloth, unwrapping it and laying out the tools and flakes of dried green blood. There was a separate bag of the drywall mixture that the creature used to patch himself up, hardened from not being used.
A loud noise made you grab the items and shove them back, your heart racing as a large shape filled your bedroom doorway. "What do you want?" You asked, standing and slowly backing away. This yautja in front of you was not the one you had met and the chills running down your spine told you that the only reason this one was here was to kill you. You froze as a beam of light appeared on your chest, coming from his wrist gauntlet.
"Please don't-" you started, feeling a soft thump against your chest and a whiz of air. You looked down at the dart in your chest, reaching up and tugging it out with a wince. Immediately your legs cramped and the world around you started to spin. "What's happening?" You asked, falling to the floor. The last thing you saw was the yautja moving over your body.
***
The second Snake came onto the ship with your limp body tossed over his shoulder, City Hunter jumped from his seat. "Relax, she's alive," Snake told him, hearing the other male growl.
"Take her to your quarters, when she wakes up, she is to answer my questions," Elder Greyback snapped. "After that, she's your responsibility."
City Hunter grunted in reply, gently taking you from Snake and carrying you to his room. The second he had you in his arms he felt a sense of relief course through him. You were here, safe. Laying on a bed that he wished was better. When we get home, I will make sure you have comfort, he thought, scanning your body to make sure you were unharmed. With his one hand, he traced the features of your face, moving your hair out of the way and feeling your breath on his fingers.
A sudden flare of heat coursed through him and he backed away. His chest heaved with your scent, and he shook his head, stomping out of the room and closing the door. He would wait outside until you woke up.
It took a few hours, but he eventually heard you stir, soft curses coming from your mouth and making his translator come to life. Opening the door, he entered the room, watching as you sat up groggily, eyes widening at the sight of him. "You're alive?!" You asked, eyes tracing over him and stopping on his missing limb before going back to his face.
City Hunter tilted his head, "You assumed I had died?"
"I don't know, you were really injured and I didn't know if you had made it out after the explosion-" You started, pausing when you heard soft rumbles that you associated with as laughs, coming from the male.
"You worried about me, little human?" He taunted, mandibles twitching as you scowled at him.
"Why am I here? Where even are we?" You changed the topic, feeling the air shift at your words.
"Come. You must talk to the Elder." City Hunter replied, opening the door and walking out, allowing you to get up and quickly follow him. The hair on your body stood up at the feeling of being followed and you turned around, spotting two more yautja stalking a few feet away. Your soft whine and scent of fear made City Hunter turn and growl possessively at the two.
You watched as they spoke to one another in their language, their body language reading aggravated and predatory. You shivered and let out a gasp when you turned and faced who you could only assume was the Elder. His skin wasn't as vibrant as the yautja behind you, and his locks of odd hair was lighter, almost grey. He stared at you like you were scum on the bottom of his foot as he talked to the only yautja you knew.
"What's going on?" You whispered, freezing when the Elder circled you, growls leaving his jaws along with more broken clicks and guttural noises.
"You helped him? Why?" The Elder finally asked you, staring down at you.
"I didn't really do anything-"
"Why did you try to help?" He clarified, snapping his mandibles at you. City Hunter stood behind you, letting you know that he was there. He wasn't leaving you.
"I don't know." You admitted, voice shaking with fear.
"It wasn't because you wanted to earn trust? Maybe to use him for the people you work for?" Elder Greyback scoffed, eyes narrowing as you sucked in a breath.
"What do you speak of?" City Hunter growled, noting your slight jump at his deep voice behind you.
"This human works for the same people who have been testing on us." The Elder replied, watching your hands tremble as you wrung them together. "She has killed our kind before," he snapped, earning a series of growls from other yautja in the room.
"Why do we continue this ridiculous debate. Kill her and be done," Snake snapped, two knives sliding from his gauntlet as he stepped forward. Your heart dropped and you backed up. City Hunter roared at him, the blaster on his shoulder turning and marking Snake's head.
"You would kill me over a human? Pathetic," Snake laughed and Elder Greyback ordered both of them to stop, yelling at them in words you didn't know.
"I didn't do anything to your people. I was a scientist for the Yutani Corporation, but I never hurt or killed-"
"Did you stop it? The murder and testing of our kind." Elder Greyback interrupted, eyes boring down into your soul.
You were tired of this arguing, "Aren't yautja supposed to take care of themselves and if they die it's on them? Shows they were weak, that they lost their hunt." Elder Greyback growled at your words in warning.
"Careful, girl," He seethed, watching as City Hunter moved close to you once more.
"I had things in my apartment that the Yutani bastards would love to get their grubby fingers on," You start, watching the Elder before you bristle at your words. "But I didn't give it to them and refused to tell them anything. They fired me this morning."
"I never hurt any yautja. I never even came face to face with one until him." You sighed, heart hammering in your chest as the Elder turned and spoke to the others in their language.
For about five minutes, they spoke and you stood there confused and wondering if you were about to die. A warm hand on your shoulder made you snap out of your thoughts, and you looked up at your yautja. "You stay so you have no chance of exposing information," he said, watching you prepare to argue. "You either come with me or they will kill you." He said lowly, noting that your scent soured with fear.
With a small nod, you looked down at your hands. "I will stay." You agreed, listening to the clicks and growls of others in the room.
"She is your pet." Elder Greyback growled, giving you one last disapproving look before turning his back on you and walking away.
City Hunter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you back to his room, closing the door behind both of you and locking it. "I will never see Earth again, will I?" You asked, running your hands through your hair. The tears in your eyes made them look heartbreakingly beautiful and City Hunter nodded solemnly.
"I will make sure you live safe and comfortably. Nothing will happen to you while you are with me." He confirmed.
"Why do you care? Why not let them kill me?" You asked, wiping away tears of frustration. The yautja was silent for a moment, shaking his head and sitting across from you against the wall.
"I am unsure." He admitted, watching your shoulders shake. "But I will take care of you, I promise that." He continued, catching your eyes and hoping that you believed him. He needed you to trust him now more than ever. His home planet was...intense and the only way you would survive is if you stuck by his side.
A soft scent filled his lungs, and he felt his body react, heat flooding his system and making his mouth water. Standing quickly, he unlocked the door and prepared to leave until he calmed down. "What is your name?" You asked, stopping him.
He turned to look at you, noting that your scent had changed from fear to...content? He wasn't sure but if he breathed it in for too long, he would lose himself. "City Hunter is what most call me," he said, watching your eyebrows furrow.
"What is your yautja name? Not your predator name." You asked, noting how his chest puffed slightly at the recognition of his name difference. He spoke in soft clicks and grunts, and you winced. "Slow," you repeated and he obliged.
"O'stbei." He repeated, and you tried to say his name. He felt a sense of pride rush through him when you finally started to get the first sound.
You repeated, watching his expression change at the sound of his name on your tongue. "Sorry if it's bad. I will learn it, I'm (Y/N)."
The yautja said your name nearly perfect and you beamed at him, watching his fingers grip the doorframe before he left, leaving you alone to wonder what exactly you were getting yourself in to.
Hello!! I love ur works, I was just wondering if you could do Brahms with a S/O who's from southern USA and really good and gardening, but if someone unwanted comes onto the property they, with zero hesitation kills them and says something about using the body for fertilizer? Sorry if it's too dark but I NEED to see this lmao, have a good day/night!
A/N: why is moving the most stressful thing ever??? Like how many more measuring tapes do I have to misplace before I officially crash out?
Warnings: Fem!Reader, southern!reader, slasher content so like...death obvi...hacking up a person, blood, gore, etc. NSFW, cunnilingus, watching/liking being watched, heavy dirty talk, kitchen sex, squirting
Moving across the world for a landscaping job at an abandoned and potentially haunted, murder house was not something you thought you would ever do. However, the minute you arrived at the beautiful estate, you knew it needed you. Other than the outside looking like an overgrown thicket, the inside of the house was neat, clean and organized.
And very not abandoned.
"The add said no one lived here." Was the only thing you could say when you first met the lean, rich, pompous asshole who enjoyed hiding in the walls.
"No one does." Was all he replied with before handing you an envelope with more money than you'd ever had in your bank account at one time. His eyes watched you carefully, taking in your every move as you accepted the envelope and nodded.
"You some kind of ghost?" You asked skeptically, looking him over and noting the mess of hair on his head as well as peeking out from under his mask. What a weirdo, you thought.
The male disregarded your question, sighing as though the conversation was boring him. "You can take the first room on the second floor. Use whatever tools that are in the shed or go into town and buy what you need." His thick accent and serious tone gave you no room for commentary before he turned and stalked off into the house.
From that day on, the first two months of living in the gorgeous house was...interesting. You spent a couple days becoming familiar with the area and gathering equipment before digging in. You started in the back of the house, whacking away at dried shrubs and vines that were turned to dust when you touched them. A long ride on the lawnmower and use of a weedwhacker helped clear up the overgrown grass and smaller weeds in the yard.
You would wake up every morning with the sun and stop working when it would set. Muscles ached and the shower was filled with dirt and grime every night when you washed away your hard work. It took months before you finally got to where the house was ready for life. All the trash, dead plants, rat traps, and other junk was gone.
With a sigh, you stretched and flipped through the catalogue for the local market, eyeing flowers and shrubs to add to your list. From your spot on the couch in the living room, you couldn't see Brahms behind you, but you felt him. "Why didn't you clean your own yard?" You asked aloud, hearing his footsteps round the couch. You watched as he sat next to you, waiting for his response.
You two had an odd relationship. He stalked you. Watching you every minute of the day but he hardly ever spoke to you. Occasionally, you would catch him lurking in the hallway or in the process of retreating back to his walls, but he never made an effort to converse.
"I don't like dirt." He replied, looking at you. His piercing eyes made your stomach flip.
"Why the mask?" Your question caught him off guard and he looked away for a moment, thinking.
"None of your business." Brahms said and you scoffed, rolling your eyes and looking back at your catalogue. You noted the way he watched you, sitting next to you close enough that you could feel the warmth rolling off of him in the chilly house. "The yard," he started, making you look at him. "It looks lovely."
You smiled, "I'm not even close to being done. Here, pick out some flowers." Placing the catalogue in his lap, you felt your heart leap at the compliment he gave you. It was your turn to watch him as he flipped through the pages, his long fingers tucking between the paper as he looked. Beautiful hands...you thought to yourself, your eyes making their way to his chest. The dark curls of hair peeked out from underneath his shirt and you wanted nothing more than to touch him in that moment.
His mask couldn't contain the beard he was growing and your eyes wandered to his hair which was its usual curly mess. "Let me cut your hair." You stated, eyes locking with his as he turned to look at you.
He assessed the situation for a moment before closing the catalogue and standing up. "Just trim." He replied, walking to the kitchen and pulling a chair up to the sink. Rummaging through a drawer, he found kitchen scissors and handed them to you.
"The mask," You said softly, watching him shed his cardigan.
Brahms stood still for a second but reached to his face and slid the mask off, keeping himself turned away from you. Neither of you said anything as he sat in the chair and leaned back, resting his neck on the edge of the sink. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. Knowing that if you said anything, you could scare him off, you bit your lip and turned the water on, letting it get warm before bringing the nozzle to his scalp.
It took everything in him to control his desires the minute your fingers touched his head. The feeling of you taking care of him like this made his mind fuzzy with emotions he wasn't sure about. The fantasies he'd created in his head about you were nothing compared to this moment. The way you smiled at him in the living room had made him seek your happiness; your eyes lighting up in a way that made his chest hurt. Despite you knowing little about him, he knew you like the back of his hand. That's what happens when you watch someone for months- you learn them.
When you finished washing his hair, you used a hand towel to dry it a bit before letting him sit up. "I need to grab a comb, hold on." You stated, running upstairs for a moment before reappearing and beginning to work on trimming his hair. The only sound was the snip of the scissors as you cut away. "Can I ask what happened?"
Brahms said nothing, keeping still. "A fire. Happened when I was a boy." He finally replied.
You hummed in acknowledgement and dusted the hair snipping's from his neck and shoulders before moving around his front. "I'm cutting this too." You told him, gently touching his jaw and tilting his head up so you could see him. Brahms noticed the way your eyes kept glancing towards his burn mark as you trimmed up his beard. "Done." You stated, setting the scissors in the sink and brushing away some of the cut off hair.
Brahms reached out and grabbed your wrist making you freeze. His thumb traced circles on your pulse as he slowly brought your palm to his cheek where the burn mark was. He was letting you touch him. So you did.
Your soft fingertips gently moved over his scar, passing around his blinded eye and down towards his lips. Beautiful, kissable, pink lips.
As if reading your mind, Brahms tugged you down, letting you sit on his lap, his hands resting on your thighs before one cupped your face. "Brahms," you breathed out, watching his pupils expand at the sound of his name on your lips.
"Even if you tell me to stop, I won't." He warned, his fingers at the nape of your neck tugging you into him. His lips found yours in a kiss that was nothing but hunger. He was warm and tasted like tea with honey that he drank every morning and evening. You wanted to devour him.
Your hands ran through his hair, tugging him closer, breasts pressed against his chest as his palms found the globes of your ass and squeezed. A soft moan left your mouth, swallowed by his tongue as it traced along yours. You could feel his cock under your cunt, and you ground down, wanting to feel him more. Cold fingers traced under your shirt, moving up to your breasts and cupping them, rolling your nipples and toying with them like an instrument.
Breaking the kiss, you threw your head back as his teeth found your neck, groaning as your cunt dragged over his sensitive cock. "Fuck you're beautiful," he grunted, sucking marks into your skin before pushing your shirt up and unclasping your bra. He wasted no time sucking a nipple into his mouth, noting how you twitched and let out a moan. "I watch you at night sometimes when you forget I'm here," He starts, standing up suddenly and setting you on the kitchen table. "Watch the way you touch yourself, fuck yourself. Coming all over those pretty fingers." Brahms breathed, taking your shirt off and watching your nipples pebble from the cold.
"I don't forget- I know you're there." You pant, watching him stand straight and stare down at you.
"Show me." He demands, moving to sit back in his chair and unzipping his pants. Heat flooded your body all over again and you made quick work of your bottoms, spreading your legs wide and letting him look at you. "Fuck." He growled, tugging his cock out and reaching forwards, tracing two fingers through your folds.
"So fucking wet," he moaned, using your juices to lube up his cock as he lazily tugged it. "Make yourself come." He snapped and you nodded, reaching between your legs and circling your clit.
His eyes swallowed your every move as one hand moved to your breasts, tugging at your nipples and the other dipped into your pussy. A soft moan left you as you slowly fucked your fingers, hips rolling to grind your clit on your palm. You watched as he moved his hand on his cock, circling the tip a couple of times, the other hand gripping the base. "Faster," he groaned, watching your juices drip onto the table. You moved your hand faster, your clit sensitive and your chest heaving as you humped your palm.
Your thighs twitched and his cock was leaking profusely by the time he snapped, standing and shoving your hands out of the way. Your back arched off the table the minute he shoved two of his long fingers inside your aching pussy and sucked your clit into his mouth. "Oh my god, Brahms!" You shouted, gripping his hair and practically riding his mouth and fingers.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled, spitting on your cunt and spanking it lightly, before sucking and licking at your clit again. "You're gonna come right? I can feel you sucking my fingers, baby, fuck-" Brahms said, his finger relentlessly pounding your pussy, his other hand coming up and rubbing on your clit fast enough that you came within seconds. Mouth open, screaming and breathless, your body twitched against him as you came hard, squirting on his hand and cock. "Good fucking girl, fuck that's hot," he groaned moving to kiss your neck softly, tongue trancing your nipples before he removed his fingers from your pussy.
All you could do was stare at him as he soothed you down from your high. Who was this man? The one who barely talked to you the past months now had you pinned underneath him and was slapping his cock on your clit. The filthy things he said...the way he played your body...he blew your mind.
Your mind worked to form words but as soon as you opened your mouth, a sharp knock came from the front door. Brahms went completely still, his cock head pressed against your entrance. You both stared in silence as the doorbell rang followed by another series of knocking. "Get dressed, we'll finish this later." He said through grit teeth. Moving off of you, he tugged his pants back on, hissing at the feeling of shoving his hard cock back in.
You quickly got dressed and made your way to the front door. "Yes?" You snapped, opening the door to find a nearly bald salesman standing there with a bleached smile.
"Sorry to bother you ma'am but I am here to talk to you today about selling your wonderful home." His smile made you shiver and you sighed.
"Not interested-"
"I could see how fast this place would sell! Add some nice fresh flowers and maybe new gravel for the driveway." He interrupted. You heard a low growl come from behind the door and you stepped outside, shutting it behind you.
"Flowers? There was a murder here, no one will buy this place even if I wanted to sell, which I don't." You commented, watching the man shake his head in laughter and make his way towards a patch that was ready for new soil.
"People forget about that- it was years ago. I know people who are interested as we speak; looking for all the land this property comes with-"
"Land that doesn't produce. The soil here is shit." You snapped, a curtain moving in the nearby window at the sound of you raising your voice.
"Nothing a few bags of good fertilizer won't fix!" He said with a cheerful laugh and you groaned.
Your eyes caught the sight of the shovel leaning against the side of the house. Fertilizer would help, but the last time you went to town they were out and the next delivery isn't for a few days. The salesman continued to ramble on about the property history and price in value increase as your brain worked.
Your eyes caught Brahms' in the window and suddenly it clicked. Dead things make decent fertilizer. Like animals...or people.
"Where is your car?" You asked, looking towards the driveway.
"No car ma'am, I rode a bike here." He said with a confused look.
"Alone?" You asked, walking calmly to the shovel and picking it up. The salesman went stiff and you heard the front door open. As soon as the man turned to look at the door, you swung, hitting him in the back of the head.
Brahms stood there staring at you with a look you couldn't decipher as you watched the man twitch, pained moans coming from him before they eventually stopped. "Good fertilizer." You stated, reaching down and grabbing the man's ankles, dragging him towards the back of the house.
There you removed his clothes, grabbed an axe from the shed and braced yourself. "You've killed before." Brahms said, watching as you brought the axe down, cutting almost through his left leg right under the knee.
"Why do you think I needed a job across the world?" You replied, bringing the axe down again to sever the limb. "Are we good or do you need to feed the plants on the other side of the house?" Your eyes met his and for a moment Brahms swore he came in his pants. The blood speckled across your face, neck, arms and hands made you look menacing. He saw it in your eyes though, the same feeling he had when he killed. Excitement- the thrill.
"Who do you think made this a murder house?" He mocked back, reaching for the limb and throwing it in the dirt.
You smiled softly, pausing for a moment to grab the front of his cardigan and pull him in for a kiss. "Good. Now help me?" You asked as you brought the axe down again.
Imagine being in the ancient times when Predators were considered gods. (Think AVP when they talk about humans used as hosts/sacrifies to provide xenomorphs for their hunts) You are a sacrifice from your family but fight hard to get away... maybe you try to run away.
Maybe one of the 'gods' catches you.
Maybe he brought a friend to help punish you for trying to ruin the yearly hunt...
Okay, so I'm a bit of a freak for City hunter (Predator 2) and was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a city hunter x fem! Reader, where he's being chased by Harrigan after his arm gets sliced, and instead of crashing into that old couples apartment it's the reader's instead-
A/N: no smut in this one....unless???...
Warnings: blood, missing limb, Fem!Reader, reader is naked for almost entire fic lol
Your bath water was warm and soothed your aching bones as you lowered yourself into it. The soft scent of herbs filled the air with the incense you burned and the soft glow from the light above the sink gave you the perfect mood to relax. Work was hard this week and with the police being up everyone's ass about the 'gang violence' at a all time high, it seemed as though people were loosing their minds.
Thankfully you had the weekend to relax and rest before having to worry about next week's problems.
Like how you were going to tell your landlord about the damages an alien left to your apartment.
The minute you heard the glass window break, you yanked the tub curtain closed, protecting yourself from the debris and dust that crashed inside the bathroom...along with a massive creature. At first you thought it was a man but when it stood, you could see its shadow from the other side of the curtain and you knew it wasn't human.
The shape of the head, the large muscles and lean body and the claws...on one hand. You didn' so much as breathe as you watched the creature break your bathroom wall and mirror, another thing you would need to mention to your landlord. The creature almost snarled as it open something and began to mix pieces of your drywall to make a bright blue substance. You watched as it pressed the substance against its missing limb and let out a roar.
It's hurt.
Your heart sank at the feeling of watching this creature patch itself together. Quietly, you shifted to reach for the curtain, wanting to pull it back when the creature stopped and went still.
You froze. It had heard you. The water you were moving around in cold from the outside air, sloshed against your skin. Your heart sped up and you brought your arms to your chest just as the massive creature yanked back the curtain.
For a moment, nothing happened. It stared at you, you stared at it. No one talked- not even a clicking noise from the creature as it tilted its head at you, its yellow-red eyes swallowing you whole.
"Let me help you." You didn't even hear yourself speak. Your eyes drifted to its injured arm and then the various wounds on its abdomen. The scale-like skin was various colors of white, tan, and a burnt sienna that gave the effect of stripes. Its head was an interesting thing that you couldn't focus on while it stared down at you. It could no doubt squash you like a bug if it pleased to do so.
You opened your mouth again, "You're hurt. Let me help you." The creature continued to stare at you, its mandibles moving and stretching as though it was breathing you in through its mouth.
"No human help yautja." He growled, making you jump. His deep voice and way of talking made you shiver. He turned away from you, continuing with its blue paste that he applied to his wounds, hissing at the contact.
You cautiously stood, quickly grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body, looking at the mess on the floor. The hole in your apartment wall made you scowl. "Its the least you could do, letting me help you that is, after ruining my home."
The creature- a yautja- turned to look at you and let out a series of clicking noises and deep growls. "Want to help, stay out of way." His eyes stared down at you as he brushed past your smaller form, kicking your bathroom door down and moving to the front door of your apartment.
"Hey!" You shouted, trailing after him, picking up a piece of debris and throwing it at him.
The piece smacked his back with a 'thud' and you watched as he turned around to face you. "Little human do not test me," he growled, reaching out with his good arm and wrapping his hand around your neck. He didn't squeeze, but applied enough pressure to where you got the point.
One of your hands reached up to grab his wrist, feeling the rough skin on his arm. Your eyes followed your hand, taking in the alien texture and patterns of the creature before you. He had strong muscle under the skin and a netting that covered him like a strange clothing. His yellow-red eyes watched your every move, analyzing you as you touched him with a curiousity he'd never seen before. Your neck in his palm was warm and soft, nothing like the skin of his people.
His mandibles twitched as he remembered your smell, something he hasn't dared breathe again. He would already be in trouble with the elder for nearly losing his fight, but if he scented a human...he would be as good as dead.
Ripping his hand away from your neck, he watched as you moved back, letting him continue to your front door. "What do I tell my landlord about the damages you did?" Your stubborn voice made him chuckle.
Turning his head to look at you over his shoulder, he replied, "Shit happens." Your shocked expression made him let out another laugh before he opened your door and ran down the hallway.
You stood there, watching him go and let out a shout when another man came up behind you from inside your apartment. "It's okay, I'm a cop." He said as he moved to your front door. "Where did he go?"
You thought for a second before shrugging, "Don't know. But you can be the first one to tell the landlord about the damages your suspect left to my apartment." You snapped, making sure to get the detectives name and number before he took off after the alien.
Thankfully the yautja space craft managed to get away thanks to you holding up the detective. Elder Greyback wasn't pleased with City Hunter for even speaking with a human for as long as he did.
"You must kill her." Greyback shouted, slamming his clawed hands on a table in the main deck of their ship.
"I will not." City Hunter shook his head. "She isn't afraid of us-"
"That is not a good thing." Greyback snapped. "Human become curious about things they don't know. You trust her, she will end up having you sent to a lab where they cut yautja up for testing."
A few other yautja's on board snarled at the statement in agreement. "I will not kill her." City Hunter repeated.
Elder Greyback stared at the younger yautja for a moment before letting out a sigh. "She knows too much about us just from the few minutes you were there with her." He seemed to think to himself before lifting his arm and pressing something into his gauntlet.
"Snake will collect her." His words nearly made City Hunter jump across the table. "He will bring her here and she will be your pet to deal with. She would be too useful for the humans." Greyback turned around and made his way to the front of the ship, done with the conversation.
City Hunter growled as he stalked to his wing of the ship, locking everything behind him and sliding to the ground. The only thing keeping him sane was the smell of you in the back of his mind.
You should've read the fine print, you thought to yourself as soon as you handed over the packet of forms you'd signed, agreeing to partake in a 'scientific study'.
The moment the lead scientist on the case had his grubby fingers on your forms, three armed men dressed head to toe in protective equipment, hoisted you out of your spot. "What's going on?" You asked; your heart jumped as they dragged you out of the conference room and into a room that you could only describe as uncomfortable.
For the next twenty minutes, they stripped you, took blood work, examined you head to toe and sponge cleaned you to the point of your skin tingling in pain. No one spoke to you, almost as if you were just a rat in their testing. You were in a white gown that resembled something from a hospital; the number 37 stictched on the front, and you had an annoying sticker over your heart that tracked the rate of its beating.
One guard took you from the room where they had you "prepped" and guided you down a long hallway that led to an elevator. You memorized your surroundings, your body feeling dread as the guard ushered you inside before following and pressing a down arrow.
"Don't fight it, it likes when they run."
You blinked for a moment before snapping your head to the guard who spoke. "What?"
"You really dont know what you signed up for, do you?" He sighed, the look in his eyes almost resembling pity. "This isn't research...this project- testing, it's...inhumane."
Your heart dropped. "What do you mean?"
"Humans are curious creatures, but they really should've left this thing alone." He shuddered, the beeping of the elevator signaling that you were almost to the floor. "It has killed every single person we have put in there with it."
"Excuse me?!" You shout, "I'm not doing this- take me back-"
"You either risk this thing actually responding positively to you, or they put a bullet in your head the second I bring you back." The guard shifted from one foot to another as you stared in horror at him.
"I didn't sign up to die-"
"No one before you did either." He replied, pointing to the number on your gown. 37.
36 people...dead.
You felt sick. Bracing yourself on the side of the elevator, you felt it jerk as it slowed to a stop and opened to another hallway.
"I'm sorry." The guard said softly, grabbing your arm and dragging you down the hallway. Your feet burned as you tired to yank yourself away, fear clawing at your chest as you neared a large steel door.
"No, please don't do this-" you begged as the guard scanned his badge and the door screeched open. He shoved you through the door harshly and you stood in a small area that was blocked by another door- this one was glass and looked into the vast room you would soon be tossed into.
A bloody handprint on the window made you cry out. "No! Please! Let me out!"
"Don't run from it- it likes the hunt. Don't fight, it will make your death more painful." The guard said quickly, shutting the door and locking it before you. "Good luck." He shouted from the other side.
A hissing sound made you turn as the glass door opened, exposing you to the testing room. You could smell the musky earth and trees before you even stepped out of the waiting area. It was a jungle...a room that almost disappeared into a real outside jungle- except for the large camera you spotted above your head.
They were watching. Watching you die, just like how they watched 36 others, and did nothing to stop it.
Your stomach turned and your senses were on overdrive. The sounds of birds and water trickling overwhelmed your already crazed mind. This was a mistake. This wasn't real.
You thought of every scenario in which you would make it out of here and came to the conclusion: what were you dealing with?
A deep growl, followed by loud clicking noises made the hair on the back of your neck stand up in alert. Your eyes danced around the trees and vines, trying to catch movement. It was silent for a while as you stood still and waited.
"I don't want to fight you, but I don't want to die." You spoke out loud, your body trembling from adrenaline and fear. Your brain thought through the papers you signed to try and figure out what this test could possibly be for.
A branch snapped near you in the trees and you backed up into the glass door, the bloody handprint reminding you of your soon to be fate.
Drug testing.... Your brain thought, remembering pieces of the packets you read. "A drug used on not just humans..." you mumbled, the words painting a picture you didn't want to see. You looked to the camera and saw a vent next to it- sure enough, there was something being emitted. A gas...
Another growl made you look back to the trees. Your eyes followed as a shape formed in the tree line- yellow eyes staring straight through you. "...mocks a cycle only found in a species not from Earth." You gripped the door handle, trying to turn it and push the door. They are using this drug to take advantage of this species...
Clicking sounds made you pause, your breath caught in your throat as the creature emerged from the trees. Something you'd only heard about from years ago- a creature that you thought would never come back to Earth- not willingly.
You stared up at the creature, its eyes blazing and muscles flexing as though anticipating your next move. Waiting for you to run. It hunts its prey.
"Predator." You breathed out just as the alien before you opened its mandibles and let out the gut wrenching call of a new hunt.
