Imagine a different alien species tries to take you and you end up crash landing in yautja hunting territory and they all want to claim you as their prize 🥵😏
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.
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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...
