#fugitive x reader

[ppnuggie]

YOUR PREDATOR HEADCANONS ARE SO GOOD!!! I really love em sm! May I request maybe hcs of fugitive, jungle hunter, assasin and city hunter with a mate or s/o that likes to overwork themselves out of boredom? Maybe their mate usually goes on duo hunting missions with them but they start to notice they also take solo missions even if they just finished one?? they tend to forget that their human and humans need rest smh-- I am very sorry if this is too specific and you can ignore this if you want-- Make sure to rest and take your time in writing other more requests, I hope all goes well for you and overall take care of yourself!!!

(Almost forgot to mention the gender but gender neutral is a-ok to me)

　　　　　　PREDATOR x gn human reader

　　　　『　fugitive ,, jungle hunter ,, AP ,, city hunter ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> predators w/ a gn human s/o who overworks themselves out of boredom

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort ,, slight tw for bad health behaviors

　　— ahhh tysm !! 🥹🤲❤️ im so glad you like my writing 😭😭🤲 ill do your request np ! <33 tysm for requesting too btw !! so far its all been okay ,, been more sleepy then usual but thats bc of school 🙄🙄 tho i was half asleep on the bus tryna write this so there might be some spelling errors 😭

fugitive ::

• he worries over you often when you do this ,, as there are many dangers out in the universe and you’re so fragile 😭❤️

• he at least insists that you let him tag along ,, just to make sure he can at least protect you from something that might happen

• he makes sure you at least rest too ,, he knows the capabilities and limits of humans’ bodies ,, especially if its you

• he does nag a bit but other then that hes just worried over your safety <33

jungle hunter ::

• the moment he sees you taking hunts ,, hes puffing his chest in pride at how strong his mate is ,, look how awesome they are !

• but when he learns of the fact that youre taking them more often then you should without regarding your health ,, he thinks to himself about the situation

• the moment you get back from a hunt ,, hes standing there with his arms crossed and a huff ready to be puffed out his mouth

• hes equivalent to a mom scolding her kids ,, except hes scolding you for disregarding your needs before he decides to spend more time for the rest of the day with you

ap ::

• he wont notice ,, hes busy as ever and doesnt have much time to bother wasting ,, so he wouldnt be aware of your habit

• until hes free for once that is ,, looking all over the place for you and getting grumpy about the fact he cant find you

• he definitely wouldnt admit it ,, but he did think you were stolen from other yautjas or another alien species out there

• not until he notices you coming back from a ship with other yautja who go on hunts does he catch wind of whats been happening

• like jungle hunter ,, hes gonna be there to complain and fuss about it ,, not so much as a ‘i was worried’ sort of way but more of a ‘you dare leave me to myself without notifying me of where you go?’ sort of way

city hunter ::

• hes like jungle hunter at first ,, proud of you but he’s definitely gonna make fun of you and discourage you from hunts

• saying youre too weak and puny and fragile to take on hunts ,, that you should leave those to actual yautja and not to your little human self

• he finally shuts up about it when you come back from back to back hunts ,, tapping his foot as he watches you make your way towards him

• hes definitely a karen about it ,, leaving him for multiple hunts for too long without even a kiss or hug or goodbye or at least mentioning how strong he is 😤😤

• hes gonna give you the silent treatment before he decides youve been punished enough and immediately asks for affection in the worst way possible 💀

• aka this mf grabs you and drags you to your room to just lay in bed and cuddle ,, and maybe eat all your snacks whilst hes at it yknow

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[motomamita]

fugitive!konig × naive!farmer!reader

warnings: smut, +18, no condom, innocence kink, breeding kink, baby trapping, virginity loss, female reader, dub-con!!

fugitive!konig who managed to escape the law, after committing several crimes, and now travels throughout the country hiding his identity.

On one of his many trips he ends up arriving at a small town, almost lost in time, where its few inhabitants live off their animal farms and orchards. Apparently no one had televisions, and the few radios only broadcast music that was overshadowed by static. This ensured that no one there would be able to recognize him and gave him the opportunity to stay and rest for a few hours.

Tired of walking and extremely hungry, Konig sat down in a small cafe to have a drink. The people around him looked at him strangely, not only because they didn't know him but also because of his intimidating appearance. His back was broad, he had long legs, and the muscles in his arms were noticeable even though he was wearing a wind jacket that covered him. However, no one seemed to be bothered by his presence, the people there loved tourists and Konig seemed completely like one.

When it was time to pay, he noticed that he had ordered and consumed more than he could afford. He was about to offer some of his "camping" knives in exchange for the money he was missing until a figure approached him.

"Don't worry if you don't have the money to pay." you spoke with a sweet voice and doing everything possible so that Konig would not feel embarrassed. "I sell the fruits to the owner of the place so I'm sure I can reach an agreement with him."

Konig was fascinated by you. Not only because of your timely friendliness but also your very natural and almost unique appearance that was very difficult to find in other places. You were wearing a jean gardener, some comfortable shoes and you were carrying a basket that minutes ago was full of fruits and vegetables from your garden. Konig looked down, somewhat shy and not knowing how to react to you, the truth is that during his escape he had not met many friendly people.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for anything in return." You smiled when you saw that no words came out of his mouth. "Here we greatly appreciate tourists and travelers, after all they are the ones who keep this small town from turning into a ghost town."

You invited Konig to take refuge in your small house for as long as he needed before leaving again for another place. Konig accepted, surprised at your remarkable naivety in letting a complete stranger into your house and providing him with all the care.

When he arrived, you showed him where the shower was and what his room would be where he could rest. You left a clean change of clothes on his bed and selflessly went off to make dinner. Once he cleaned, Konig followed the delicious smell and came to the kitchen where you were on your back stirring a large pot of what seemed to be a stew. You were so focused that you didn't notice the presence of the big man behind you. he thought about how easy it would be to cut your neck with one of those long knives you had there. But the idea quickly disappeared when you turned around and a wide smile formed on your face when you saw him.

That stew was the best he had tasted in a long time, so much so that he served himself 3 plates, leaving you totally pleased. The next morning, Konig didn't really know exactly what to do. He could stay one more night and wake up in the middle of the night to raid your entire home, even leave after having a trip with you. He was hesitant, and that hesitation turned into doubt when you offered to cut his hair and trim his long beard, which he accepted.

That same afternoon Konig sat down to drink a lemonade made by you while he watched you harvest super large, red strawberries from a distance. He fixed his gaze on the way your pants hugged your butt in a tempting way and how you hummed a melody quietly that he couldn't make out. A tingling appeared in Konig's tummy and he suddenly noticed an erection growing inside his pants. You looked so pretty, so innocent. It was obvious from afar that you didn't kill a fly and that your care for him was sincere.

The days passed and Konig seemed to have no intention of leaving, that didn't bother you at all. Now he helped you with the heavy work on the farm, carrying large amounts of hay on his shoulder and feeding the animals. His favorite activity was watching you milk the cows, fantasizing about your hands and the way the milk dripped from them.

His approaches to you intensified, taking advantage of the slightest opportunity to touch you or rub against you. he soon discovered that you had no idea about any sexual activity, acting confused at his double meaning words and insinuations. You were the perfect muse to fulfill all his fantasies without anyone being able to stop him.

Your parents had died a long time ago, leaving you alone in charge of the big farm and all the obligations of the adult world. That led Konig to think that life on that farm couldn't be bad. He knew how to handle hard work well and you did everything you could to teach him and please him. The idea of ​​starting from scratch, with you there, totally convinced him.

You were a healthy, hard-working woman and you needed someone like konig with you. But Konig needed to have something that would force you to keep him there with you, forever and that would confirm the mutual love that you both had to give each other. That's when he found the solution: he had to get you pregnant.

That afternoon he made a point that you wouldn't leave the stable until you were full of his cum. He started by complimenting your dress and how pretty that color looked on you. Then the caresses that increased in intensity until he managed to let you be carried away by him and his carnal desire. Now he had you under him, with your skirt up and your underwear hanging from one of your feet. Out of desperation, Konig only lowered his pants to his heels, even with his work boots on. You were on a large pile of hay, sweating from the great summer heat and moaning loudly.

His thrusts were brutal, making their way inside you that you barely had time to understand everything that was happening. The pleasure was so much that you could barely think about anything other than Konig's gaze and the way his balls slapped your ass.

"Oh, baby. You're so so tight.. And wet, shit" Konig groaned, sighing loudly at the pleasure your pussy was giving him. "Tell me, how did a cute little thing like you stay a virgin for so long, huh?" You opened your mouth to answer but only moans came out. "Uh? Talk to me, sweetheart, talk to me.."

"I.. I don't know.." you managed to say, overstimulated by everything. Konig's rough shirt rubbed against your clit, giving both pleasure and pain. Konig was so big that he covered you with his entire body, leaving you with almost no place to breathe air other than his breath.

"Uh? Don't you know? These farm boys are idiots... They wouldn't know how to please a pretty thing like you..." Konig cut off his sentence to get even closer to you and kiss you, putting his tongue inside your mouth. You tried to keep up with him but that triggered the kiss to be even wetter and hotter for him.

"Konig.. Give me more, please!" He smiled as he heard the urgency in your broken voice. You looked so pretty like that, almost not understanding what was happening but still pleased and eager for him to give you even more.

He, ready to please you, grabbed your legs and raised them to your shoulder, adopting a new position. His thrusts continued, his fat cock forcing its way into your no longer so virgin pussy and the simple sound of your skin slapping together made your warm walls embrace him. Not really knowing what to do, you brought your hands to Konig's big, muscular shoulders, feeling a few scars on them.

"Oh, my pretty little thing.. I'm going to fill you inside and you're going to be the prettiest mom in this whole damn town.." You dug your nails into his shoulder and your gaze was filled with confusion. "You like it, huh? You're going to make me so happy, isn't that what you want?"

You hesitated for a few seconds, not sure what he meant but his cock rammed even deeper into you leaving you almost without any thought. Tears formed in your eyes from the pleasure and absolute adoration with which he looked at you.

"Come on, mommy.. Make me happy, carry my precious baby.."

In the same way that Konig had managed to get his way in prison, he had gotten his way with you. Now you both lived together as a couple on the farm, happy and with a baby on the way inside your fertile womb.

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[looseratinthegarage]

“You want me to tell you if someone fucked an alien or not.” - The predator 2018

I was sitting next to my dad watching this and I almost said “me, I fucked the alien.” 💀

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #predator #predator 2018 #monster fudger #gimme that alien dick #I would bare his children happily #gd fugitive is so sexy I can barely control myself

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

FUGITIVE

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing(s): Rafe x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Gun play, Injury, Cuddling, Kiss

Summary: Ward informs the authorities that Y/N is the one who shot the sheriff.

MASTERLIST

Tuesday 12:07 pm

**Attention all units, the fugitive has been spotted heading southbound towards the ferry. Any available units, please respond**

As I sprint through the tall grass, I sense my legs beginning to tremble from exhaustion. I spot the ferry in the distance and push myself to run even faster. Just as I'm on the verge of reaching it, I witness the ferry pulling away, and in that moment, it becomes clear—I am officially trapped on the island. My breath comes out in heavy gasps as I watch the ferry shrink into the horizon. 

Panic sets in, realising that my escape route has slipped away. The realisation dawns on me—I'm stranded, surrounded by the familiar landscape of the island. With every passing second, the weight of the situation becomes more apparent, and I'm left to contemplate my next move in this unexpected predicament. Suddenly hearing sirens and seeing flashing blue and red lights, the distant sounds draw closer, and a wave of apprehension washes over me. I realise that the authorities have caught up, and my chances of evading capture are rapidly diminishing. 

The once serene island now feels like a labyrinth closing in, amplifying the urgency of finding a hiding place or an alternate escape route. My thoughts run wild, “How did I get here?” I ask myself, a few tears spilling from my eyes.

Yesterday

Entering the back door of the Cameron Estate, I out pull out my phone and send a text to Sarah, inquiring about her whereabouts. However, there's no immediate response.

Deciding to find her myself, I make my way through the maze-like corridors. The house seems almost empty, with only distant sounds echoing through the hallways. Eventually, I reach Sarah's room and gently knock on the door. "Sarah? It's me. Are you in there?" I call out, hoping for a response. I walk back downstairs ready to leave when I hear people talking in the living room. I quietly walk forward, trying to hear them talk, I recognise Wards voice. 

My heart starts to race as I eavesdrop on the intense conversation unfolding in the living room. The revelation of a potentially serious situation involving Ward and a lawyer raises my concern. I discreetly inch closer to the source of the conversation, careful not to make any noise.

The lawyer's response echoes in the room, emphasising the severity of the situation. 

"Ward, it's not as easy as just waving your hand over it. This is murder, you get that right. I'm doing my best to not have you arrested for this," he asserts, making it clear that the matter at hand is grave.

Ward's frustration becomes evident as he raises his voice, "I'm paying 2 million to make this go away, why is it taking so long?" He angrily throws papers off the table, revealing his impatience and perhaps a lack of understanding of the gravity of the situation.

The lawyer, undeterred, warns Ward about the consequences. "Your my lawyer; I expect you to do something soon, or I'll have to take care of you like I did the sheriff," Ward threatens, revealing a darker side to his character and actions.

Panic sets in as you realise that my attempt to discreetly eavesdrop has been foiled by a notification. The sudden turn of events escalates when Ward, reacting swiftly, grabs my wrist and pulls me into the room. The tension in the room is palpable, especially with a gun now in play.

Ward, seemingly caught in a difficult situation, points the gun at my head. The lawyer protests, "Ward, don't do this!" The man appears to have a different plan, whispering something into Ward's ear.

Ward seems to consider the suggestion and, after a moment, holds his head and pulls me forward against him. He places the gun in my hand and then takes it back letting go, instructing me to leave. The situation is bewildering, and it's unclear what the man whispered to Ward or what their motivations might be.

Breathing heavily, I run to a safe distance from the Cameron Estate and quickly retrieve my phone. As the cool night air chills my skin, I dial Sarah's number, desperation evident in my voice as I leave a voicemail.

"Sarah, please pick up. It's urgent, and I really need to talk to you. Please call me back as soon as you get this."

Tuesday 9:00am

The night passes with uneasy quietness, my mind racing at the though of seeing Ward again. I turn on the Tv to watch Netflix when a breaking news story catches my eye. 

“One of our most beloved Sheriff’s has been shot and left for dead on the side of the road. Authorities are looking for Y/N Y/L/N who we believe ended the life of Sheriff Peterkin. We had a witness come forward this morning saying the saw her running late last night, where she was found dead. An offical manhunt is underway and we are bringing in the FBI for the investigation.”

The world around me seems to crumble, and I’m left grappling with the enormity of the accusations. The mention of an official manhunt and the involvement of the FBI add a layer of urgency and severity to the situation.

I grab a bag, throwing some clothes and water in, fuelled by a mix of fear, desperation, and the need to evade the mounting accusations, I make the gut-wrenching decision to flee as a fugitive. With the bag slung over my shoulder, I slip out of my home, leaving behind the life I once knew.

Tuesday 12:30 pm

Heart pounding, I make a split-second decision to run back through the bush. The adrenaline fuels my legs as I sprint, weaving through the trees desperately trying to put as much distance between myself and the approaching sirens. The crunch of leaves beneath my hurried footsteps echoes in my ears.

With every stride, I can sense the pursuit closing in. I risk a glance behind and catch glimpses of flashing lights through the trees. Panic intensifies, urging me to push my limits. As I navigate the uneven terrain, branches claw at me, and thorns snag my clothes, but the urgency to escape propels me forward. 

I reach the road and quickly scan the parked cars for a potential means of escape. Spotting a rock nearby, I grab it with a determined grip. With a surge of adrenaline, I make a swift move toward a car, my breath hitching as I swing the rock into a side window. The shattering glass reverberates through the quiet surroundings, and my heart races with the audacity of my actions.

As I settle into the stolen car, the realiSation hits that my desperate escape requires more than just smashing a window. Glancing around the driver's seat, I spot the exposed wires beneath the steering column. Drawing on every bit of knowledge I've gathered from movies and the unpredictability of the moment, I hesitantly reach for the wires.

Heart pounding, I strip the ends and connect them, praying that the makeshift hot-wiring will breathe life into the stolen vehicle. The distant wail of sirens intensifies, urging me to work faster. The engine responds with a hesitant sputter, then roars to life, a symphony of rebellion against the encroaching authorities.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I race through the streets, the sound of sirens blaring behind me. With the cops hot on my tail, every second counts. Frustration builds as I try to reach Sarah for help, but once again, there's no response.

I make a split-second to try contacting Rafe, hoping he might have some insight into Sarah's whereabouts. “Hey Siri, call Rafe on speaker,” with the phone now on speaker, I could hear Rafe's voice crackle through the line.

"What's up, Y/n, long time no see," Rafe greets you, his voice tinged with surprise at my sudden call.

"Rafe, have you seen Sarah? I really need to talk to her," I shout urgently into the phone, I voice strained with worry.

There's a moment of silence on the other end, broken only by the sound of the rushing wind and the distant wail of sirens. I hold my breath, hoping for a response.

Then, finally, Rafe's voice comes through, filled with concern. "I haven't seen her recently. Y/n, Is everything okay? What's going on?"

I quickly fill Rafe in on the events that have unfolded and the accusations against me. As I speak, I look into the rearview mirror, and in my moment of distraction, I fail to notice the vehicle abruptly slowing down in front of me.

I crash up the back of the car in front, the windshield smashing into pieces. The airbags deployed hitting me straight in the face. Trying to get out of the car my leg comes into to contact with a piece of hot metal and burns my calf. Pain shoots through my body, causing me to cry out in pain. 

"Y/n! Are you okay? What happened?” Rafe's voice echoes in your ears, filled with urgency and worry. With the pain coursing through my leg, I struggle to respond. Summoning all my strength, I manage to speak a response, “No, I’m not, I need to go. I’ll….I’ll call you back” I say ending the call. Staggering away from the car wreck, I hide behind a fence with overgrown bushes hanging down, just covering me from the cops only a few feet away. 

“Spread out, she can’t be far” I heard one of the cops say. More police arrive to start a search, the only option I had was to run to that alley I see about 500 metres away. I begin to crawl through the long grass, staying low enough to not be seen. The burn on my leg stings as I drag it along the dry grass. 

“Freeze, don’t move!” The cop says, pointing the gun at me, I muster up the last of my energy, lifting my body and running for the alleyway. Just as I reach the buildings, my worst nightmare unfolds before my eyes. The alley is a dead end with no escape route in sight. Panic courses through me as I realise that I've been cornered, trapped like a cornered animal with nowhere left to run.

Tuesday 4:27pm

As the officers draw closer, their authoritative commands ringing in my ears, I reluctantly raise my hands in a gesture of surrender. My heart sinks as I watch their determined advance, their expressions betraying little emotion beyond their duty to enforce the law.

Just as the officers prepare to take me into custody, the sudden cacophony of screeching tires and a roaring engine pierces the tense atmosphere. My eyes widen in astonishment as a white BMW hurtles down the street, barreling towards me at breakneck speed. The car screeches to a sudden halt, and my attention snaps to the passenger door as it swings open. “Y/n, get in!” 

Without hesitation, I seize the opportunity, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I sprint towards the car. I slide into the passenger seat, the door slamming shut behind me as the engine roars back to life.

As I glance over at the driver, a flood of relief washes over me when I see Rafe behind the wheel. With the flick of his wrist we puts the car into gear and hits the gas pedal, I grip onto the door handle tightly as we lurch into motion. 

"Thank you Rafe," I say, my voice filled with gratitude as I turn to him, "I don't know what would’ve happened if you didn’t show up." Rafe offers me a reassuring smile, his eyes look at me and then back at the road. "I'm sorry this has happened to you, Y/n," Rafe's voice cuts through the tension, filled with genuine remorse. "When you called me, I was at home, and when I heard you say Ward was framing you for murder, I confronted him. He admitted it, but he threatened to implicate me as an accessory to murder if I got involved."

“So what are you doing here than?” I questioned. "I couldn't just stand by and let you face this alone," Rafe responds, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

"You're not just a friend, Y/n. I love you and...........and I wouldn’t want anything to bad to happen to you.” There's a quiet resolve in his words, a testament to the depth of our bond and the lengths he's willing to go to ensure my safety. As I meet his gaze, I grasp Rafe’s hand and lace my fingers between his.

A smirk tugs at the corners of Rafe's lips as he continues, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. "Plus, I got his confession on my phone."

“What? How?” I asked manoeuvring my body to face him. Rafe's smirk widens at my incredulous reaction. "Let's just say I've learned a thing or two from you about being one step ahead," he replies cryptically, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I lean in closer, my curiosity piqued. "Seriously, how did you manage to get his confession?" Rafe's expression shifts, his smirk softening into a knowing grin. "Let's just say I have my ways," he replies, his tone teasing yet reassuring. "But trust me, Y/n, we've got everything we need to take him down."

The sound of sirens blares in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment as the police close in on our location. Rafe grits his teeth in determination, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigates tight corners and narrow alleys with expert precision. With the police closing in from all sides, Rafe's knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the road ahead for any possible escape route.

Y/n, put your seatbelt on," he instructs, his gaze unwavering as he watches me comply. I nod in acknowledgment, grateful for his concern amidst the chaos, with a quick click I fasten my seat belt.

In a split-second decision born of desperation and quick thinking, Rafe spots an opportunity—a narrow alleyway to the right, barely wide enough for the car to squeeze through. With unwavering resolve, he wrenches the wheel sharply, sending the car careening into the alley with breathtaking speed.

The sudden manoeuvre takes my breath away as the car lurches to the side, narrowly avoiding collision with the surrounding buildings. The police cars, caught off guard by the audacious move, screech to a halt, their pursuit momentarily stalled as they struggle to navigate the tight streets.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as Rafe expertly navigates the twisting alleyway, the walls closing in on either side as if threatening to swallow you whole. The sound of scraping metal and the frantic shouts of the pursuing officers fill the air, As the alleyway opens up into a wider street, I steal a glance behind and see the police cars in disarray, their pursuit thwarted by Rafe's daring manoeuvre. With a sense of exhilaration and relief washing over me, I realise that for now, at least, we’ve managed to get away.

Rafe spots a small, overgrown patch of bushes at the edge of a nearby park. Without hesitation, he veers off the road and drives the car into the cover of the foliage, the branches scratching against the car's exterior as it comes to a halt. With the engine silenced and the car hidden from view, me and Rafe exchange a tense glance. Breathless and on edge, we listen intently for any sign of the police cars, my heart pounding in my chest.

Tuesday 6:15pm

Eventually the sirens started to fade into the night I finally allow myself a moment to catch my breath. With trembling hands, I reach down to unlace my shoes, but as my fingers brush past the burn on my calf, a sharp jolt of pain shoots through my, causing me to inhale sharply.

Concern flickers across Rafe's face as he notices your distress. "Y/n, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry. I force a weak smile, trying to downplay the pain coursing through me. "I'll be fine," I reassure him, though the strain in my voice betrays my words.

Without hesitation, he reaches into the backseat, rummaging through the contents until he retrieves a small first aid kit.

"Here, let's get that taken care of," Rafe says gently. I offer him a grateful nod, feeling a rush of relief at his calming presence. Rafe carefully cleans the burn, his touch gentle yet efficient as he tends to my injury. The sting of antiseptic is sharp, but it's a welcome sensation.

As Rafe wraps the bandage snugly around my calf, I feel a sense of comfort wash over me, knowing that I’m in good hands. Despite the pain and uncertainty of the night, there's a flicker of hope in your heart, buoyed by the unwavering support of my friend.

"Thank you, Rafe," you say softly, my voice filled with gratitude as I meet his gaze.

He offers me a warm smile in return, his eyes reflecting the depth of his concern. "Anytime, Y/n. We're in this together."

“We should stay here the night and then figure out what to do in the morning.” Rafe says packing up the first aid box. I nod in agreement with Rafe's suggestion, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in my bones. The events of the night have taken their toll, both physically and emotionally, and the prospect of a few hours of rest is a welcome one.

"Sounds like a plan," I reply, my voice heavy with fatigue. "I could definitely use some sleep."

“You can take the backseat, it’s comfier.” I offer Rafe a grateful smile, "Thanks, Rafe. I appreciate it." With a nod, I settle into the backseat, finding the cushions surprisingly plush beneath me.

As I settle into the backseat, I can't shake the chill that seems to seep into my bones, the night air creeping in through the cracks in the car's windows. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on my eyelids, the cold lingers, gnawing at my skin and leaving me shivering.

With a soft sigh, I glance over at Rafe, who's busy making himself comfortable in the front seat. A sudden impulse grips me, and I find myself reaching out to him, my voice small against the backdrop of the night.

"Rafe," I call softly, my breath misting in the chilly air. "It's so cold back here. Do you think... maybe you could come back and... keep me warm?"

There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in Rafe's eyes, before he nods, understanding dawning on his features. Without a word, he unbuckles his seatbelt and slips into the backseat beside me, his warmth a welcome contrast to the icy air.

As he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest, I feel a rush of comfort wash over me. The cold seems to melt away in the embrace of his arms, replaced by a sense of safety and security that's all too rare in these uncertain times.

“Rafe?” as I whisper his name, his gaze meets mine with a tender intensity, his eyes reflecting the depth of emotion that mirrors my own “Yeah?” With a steady breath, I voice the words that have been lingering in my heart, knowing that in this moment, amidst the turmoil, there's no room for doubt.

“I love you too!”

With a gentle touch, Rafe tilts my chin upward, closing the distance between us until our lips meet in a tender kiss. Time seems to stand still as we melt into each-other, the world fading away until there's only the warmth of his lips against mine, the rhythm of our breaths intertwining in a silent symphony of love.

In that fleeting moment, every worry, every fear is forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that in each other's arms, we've found our sanctuary.

As we pull away, breathless and hearts racing, the echo of our kiss lingers in the air, a promise of the love that binds us together, as we hold each other close, lost in the embrace of our love, I'm reminded that no matter what challenges lie ahead, as long as we face them together, we'll emerge stronger, united by the unshakeable power of our love.

🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe mf cameron #rafe x reader #obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #fugitive!reader x obx

[sofiiel]

𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | Fugitive!Eddie x AFABReader

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CW: Mentions of Childhood Trauma. Supernatural. Weed. Guns. Alcohol. Mentions of low self-esteem (from Eddie). Harassment. Lots of Fluff. Eventual sex / sexual content. Soft!Eddie. Character Death. Semi-Cannon. Slight drama. Hurt/Comfort(?). Slice of life -ish. Slow-going. Possible slow burn. This fic is not pre-planned. I have a bad history of taking actual ages to update (it's an impulse fic, it is written because 'oh an idea' which may mean I lollygag.)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 1 ▸2▸ (trying to update every friday)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

You've lived in your grandmother's house on the edge of Hawkins all your life. The little odd cottage behind the sunflower fields. Most people think your place is abandoned or that some strange old woman lives inside. The rumors around town are endless.

It's a safe place to raise your skittish niece Bea, who is working through trauma. No one draws near your little slice of heaven.

That is until you get an unexpected neighbor on your land.

Eddie Munson has been on the run for the past five years. It takes longer than one would think to clear one's name when made the scapegoat for the government.

Missing home and with news of possible progress, Eddie moves back to Hawkins, staying on the outskirts...on what he believed was vacant land.

There's a silly fuzzy critter stealing fruit from your garden, and he has a doozy of a secret.

...so do you.

#I should be working on my already existing fics what now have cobwebs on them.... #if this title has been done before i am very sorry #masterlist #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson x afab reader #no descriptions of reader's bodily appearance are given #eddie munson afab!reader insert #fugitive!eddie munson #30yo!eddie munson #1990s!eddie munson

[sagau-my-beloved]

Imagine if Venti accidentally reveals his powers to the real world and ruined a landmark or something

“Venti, what did you do to Mt Rushmore!?”

There he goes, slicing mountains again, smh

Old habits die hard I guess

Hopefully it's just taken as some freak natural disaster or something, I mean winds at high enough speeds have certainly been known to do some damage

Otherwise he's gonna learn about the legal system first hand, and rather quickly—

Guess my next work should be titled "How to break your boyfriend out of jail after he (accidentally) destroyed a national monument"

Maybe it's about time you bring Yanfei, or at least Zhongli over to help out with doing it legally

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #brainrot #hey look i'm talking #kinda #anyway #he wouldn't last a second in jail #he'd also probably find his own way out pretty quickly tho #no one can contain the Archon of freedom that easily #now you're wanted fugitives #good going barbatos

[akashigadabi]

Brine

Summary: You see the sea/ocean for the first time (mostly) with Kaina after helping her escape Tartarus. (Ambiguous location with Reader of ambiguous background.)

Pairing: Lady Nagant/Kaina Tsutsumi x GN Reader (gender is open/left vague)

Rating: G or T (please note there are implications this is sapphic writing despite it being a GN Reader and I will personally summon a demon to drag you straight to hell if you insist this has to be marked as Mature or Explicit just for extremely vaguely applied queer themes. In short, if the possibility of Lady Nagant being a lesbian or bi woman offends you: die.)

Prompt: Brine

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Words: 803

Brine clings to your calves as you stand with cold seawater lapping at your ankles. It saturates the air, filling your lungs with its scent and your mouth with its taste. It coats your cheeks and your hair, and even your eyelashes feel weighed down by it. Soft tan sand shifts underfoot, unsteady and malleable here at the tide line unlike further up the beach where it sits unyielding and hard-packed underfoot. Bits of shell make walking barefoot too precarious an endeavor, so your sandals sink heavily into the grainy mush below. Gazing upon the foam-topped aquamarine expanse—a sight you’ve never imagined you could see with your own eyes—fills you with awe and joy. Your voice emerges as a reverent breathy exhale.

“So this is the sea?”

You sense someone coming to stand next to you in the water, but don’t turn. You know without looking who will occupy that space. Her indigo and pink hair has started to grow out again over the last six months since she gained her freedom, from just past her ears to brushing her shoulder-blades. It tickles your neck when Kaina lays her head on your shoulder while smelling faintly of herbs, tea, and fresh linen. She sounds amused when she speaks.

“You realize it won’t move if you stop staring at it, right?”

You huff, turning to her with a pout. The former Pro Hero steps back with her hands raised in surrender, lips curved into a mischievous shape. Something bittersweet twists in your gut at seeing it. It still feels strange to see Kaina show any hint of happiness, especially after all she’s endured. She’s made so much progress since you helped her escape Tartarus, yet the reminder of her wounds still stings you. You still wish you could have saved her sooner, but by the time you infiltrated the prison with help from your Quirk and inventions, they had already branded her and cut her hair. It amazes you that she can laugh or smile at all, let alone find it in herself to tease you over your reaction.

“I’ve never really been to the beach at all,” you explain, turning back to stare at where the horizon kissed the rippling mirror of the water’s surface. “The brief glimpse I got during your escape doesn’t count.”

Something in Kaina dims when you mention her rescue, and it makes you hate yourself for bringing it up in casual conversation. You can’t find it in yourself to lie to her, though, so you don’t regret it. She deserves honesty after all the lies, pretenses, cover-ups and facades she experienced during her tenure as an agent of the HPSC. Truth comes with freedom after all. How could you possibly hold anything back since lies and deception shackled her for so long?

“You risked so much just to free me,” she murmurs, catching your hand and twining your fingers together. “I still don’t understand why.”

You close the distance and wrap your arms around her, burying your face in the bodice of her lilac sundress. Tiny white and yellow flowers decorate the smooth fabric. Subtle hints of lavender reach your nose, offering a soothing effect. Her lower sleeves reach her wrists, though the upper sleeves stop just before her bicep in an off-shoulder cut that exposes her collarbones. She wears her hair half-up half-down in a pretty seashell clip you bought her on impulse when you two had first arrived. You continue making a decent amount selling Support Items under three separate pseudonyms, so you often find yourself buying her small gifts—usually jewelry, hair accessories or products, or as of late, stupidly indulgent colorful chiffon floral dresses she never got to wear as Lady Nagant.

“Because you deserved better than a cage, so I gave it to you.”

The commission wanted an assassin—a sniper, someone who remains unseen, who doesn’t draw too much attention to herself—after all, a trained attack dog who didn’t ask questions, so Kaina never had much time for something as delicate yet loud as flowers or chiffon or a color of purple lighter than her own hair.

Donning any outfit that serves more than a purely functional purpose sings of defiance. Each time she puts on one of her new dresses, she rebels all over again. She refuses the roles of dutiful soldier, mindless weapon, or soulless executioner, refuses to pretend at being unfeeling or without personality or individuality outside of her HPSC approved persona. You glory in every little way she fights back against their narrative. She is fierce, your love, and now, amidst the early dawn light, briney sea breeze and lapping tide, she is free.

Tears drip onto your head, but you say nothing because she deserves this freedom—this relief, this release, this relinquishing of old poisons residing in her heart—too.

#kaina tsutsumi #tsutsumi kaina #lady nagant #fugitive lady nagant #escaped lady nagant #ambiguous timeline #lady nagant x reader #reader x character #my hero x reader #reader x canon #reader is gn but there are sapphic vibes #fluff and hurt/comfort #fluff prompts #fluff drabble

[yautja-lover]

Yautja//Predator 💀One - Shots Master List ✔ Completed

These one-shots are inspired by the Predator franchise films with alternative versions in a way each one-shot connects to each other, some may contain smut. Enjoy😘

Prey or Mate? - Angst/Fluff Feral! Predator x Dahlia!Human

City of Angels - Angst/Fluff Scout! Predator x Female!Reader

This I Vow - Angst/Smut Scar! Predator x Female!Reader

The Distress Call - Angst/Smut/Fluff Wolf!Predator x Female!Reader

Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Fugitive! Predator x Female!Reader

Dachande's Chiva Sequel to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Chopper! Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader

Sankuchuari The Finale to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff/Smut Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader x Chopper!Predator

Survivors - Angst/Fluff/Smut Crucified! Predator x Female! Reader

#feral! predator x dahlia! human #scout! predator x female! reader #scar! predator x female! reader #wolf! predator x female! reader #fugitive! predator x female! reader #crucified! predator x female! reader #yautja! predator 💀 one shot masterlist #my writing #my posts

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　　PREDATOR x gn human reader

　　　　『　city hunter ,, fugitive ,, jungle hunter ,, gender neutral human reader    』

　　-> small n basic hcs of being the s/o to some predators :)

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— since ive watched the predator movies i decided to start writing for some of them like i am with the alien series :D feel free to request ! kinda short -

　　— these are also my first take at the characters ,, and sort of how i see them :) please let me know if any are ooc !!

city hunter :

• this dude is an asshole ,, before and during your time dating him 💀 bro dont give a fuck either

• hes the type to make fun of you for not being able to reach something thats too high up and then not help

• hes also the type to deny he likes physical affection 😑 then comes interrogating you on why you didnt kiss him when he walked in the door 🤬

• sometimes he takes you to see the other yautjas on the ship ,, sometimes

• mainly because theyre assholes to him and hes an asshole back

• greyback likes you though ,, thinks you’ll knock some sense into city hunter

fugitive :

• hes a wittle skittish 👉👈 so be patient with him ,, mans got trust issues bc of how he was treated before

• though once hes warmed up ,, hes like those feral chihuahuas 😬 mf stares you down and then walks away ,, that or he may shove you off if you run and hug him

• he also eats all your chips and oreos in the middle of the night ?? and puts the empty containers back ??

• he may or may not be jealous of any pets you have ,, bc then theyre soaking all the attention ,, and your attention is meant for him only !! 😡 dont laugh at that ,, hes serious !

jungle hunter :

• bro is wacko ,, mf barges in the door like hes being targeted by the fbi after he comes back from a hunt in the jungle ,, makes you wanna smack him bc he does it at 12 am 🧍‍♀️

• he also drops the trophies he gets on the carpet ,, so all the blood is stained in it and the room smells later

• youve pratically given up on trying to clean it ,, ready to put that guy to work ,, clean yo own mf blood 🤬

• though he does snuggle up to you after his hunts ,, the only downside is that hes sweaty and covered in blood

• you swear your bed is ready to grow actual legs and run away because of this

#predator #the predator 2018 #fugitive predator #jungle hunter predator #city hunter predator #predator 1987 #predator 2 #predator x human #yautja #yautja x human #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #fugitive x reader #city hunter x reader #jungle hunter x reader #🧨.predator #🧨.jungle hunter #🧨.city hunter #🧨.fugitive #yautja x reader #predator x reader

[wordsbymae]

OHHHH!!!! Criminal yandere x do-gooder reader!!! That is so cute! Like after a successful yet risky heist, he all cut up or maybe got shot, so he’s limping to the nearest building that he can hide in. And once he figures he’s safe he collapses and is past out from the lack of blood. You come to his aid and when he wakes up he sees you looming over him as you disinfect and wrap up his last wound/cut. He tries to attack you but immediately stop and winces when the pain kicks in, and opts to lay back down. You scold him and say he shouldn’t be so careless and watch where he’s going so he wouldn’t trip over himself so much (“she can’t be this dumb”). He past out in her apartment building and she took him back to her apartment and fixed him up. He befand to relax when he realizes you aren’t a threat and is actually very gullible. You don’t know who he is. And weridly he finds comfort out of it. You don’t look at him in disgust or another bum off the street or worse with pity, like everyone else does. The days he stay with you, he falls in love. And years later he tells your kids it was love at first sight. He would come back bloody and cut up from another risky yet successful heist, just for you to fix him up. And from there the relationship blooms. When he comes and brings you gifts, clothes, jewelry, fine meat and confidentially you hear on the radio the same things being missing from tops stores but don’t make the connection. He’s a cheeky ring who would tease you about things, but he means well and even to you it’s obvious that he likes you. Sometimes he doesn’t even come to you all bloody or wound and saying things “you presence is my antidote”, and you hit him for saying something so cheesy. He’s worried for you, so he Build a phone in your apartment to be able to call you when he can’t see you. He’s brothers are always curious to know who was on the other end of the phone that got their tough of nails big brother to be giddy and giggling like a school girl. You don’t find out about his other world until you’re Married with 4 kids, and talking to him through a plastic screen in a maximum security prison 😂😂😂. Boyyyyyy was you mad. As naive you were, you always felt he kept some kind of secret from you. And decades later you didn’t out you were right :(

Love love love this! I've always liked the 'nurse' trope, it's even better when the reader isn't actually a medical professional and is just trying really hard to remember the first aid training they did five years ago. And you are just so gullible and naive and when he figures out you don't know he's a criminal, despite someone matching his exact description being wanted by the police over the radio, he makes up the most rushed, unthought-out lie imaginable. You're asking him how he got so banged up, cause on second thought you don't get a bullet stuck in you from falling over and he is just rushing out he's an undercover cop or just a bystander to a robbery gone wrong or something so dodgy anyone else would know straight away he's lying but you're just going 'ooohhhh that makes sense' and just believes him.

He stays with you for a few days and I love the idea he tries to help out with hard house chores, he tries to get up to move a big box you're struggling with but you get upset and force him to sit down telling him he's gonna pull his stitches and he needs to rest. I also really like the idea he stays wayyyy longer than needed. He probs could have left the day after, sure in pain and not fully healed but he could've, but he really liked you and loved that you were babying him, putting your hand on his head, fluffing pillows, tucking him into bed and making homemade meals, he wouldn't have had something this nice is so long so it makes him feel quite loved even if you hadn't fallen in love with him yet.

And he has to pretend to still be in pain even if he's practically healed, so let's say the reader goes to work and he uses this time to fix the leaky tap, move the heavy boxes, climb up into the manhole to put rat traps down, fixes the heater and the rusty locks on your door (he gets you even better locks and makes the house anti-break in proof), and then he hears you open the door so he rushes back into bed or onto the couch and acts all in pain and you come in to sook him and shower him in care and doesn't even notice you now have three deadlocks and the leaky tap is fixed.

When he finally leaves he doesn't allow himself the thought of coming back, you're too innocent and good for him. Until he gets hurt again and he doesn't even realise he's made his way back to your front door. And yes!!! From there he is always welcome and he even comes with fake injuries to see you, complaining about sore shoulders or a paper cut and the reader is just oblivious to the fact he is in love with you and treats him with such care even if the papercut is a day old and already nearly healed. YES!!!! GIFTS. He says its to pay back for all the care you've given him, you try to refuse him saying his friendship is enough, but then he starts leaving them inside your apartment when you are not home and you are just in such awe at the beautiful jewellery and the handwritten letter you don't even think about how its strange he doesn't have a key (that you know of) and yet he was able to put them on your kitchen bench. I think he would be very very protective as well, when he's not with you he is constantly worried, he knows how dangerous this city/town is, so when he has the time he'll watch you from afar, just to make sure you get home safe, I can just imagine him leaning up against a brick wall as he watches you across the street shopping or having coffee with friends.

The reader still doesn't know what he does, maybe he told you he was an undercover cop or he just made up a lie about being mugged, so you don't really know what his job is, although it has to be paying him well cause he's able to get you such beautiful things and he offers to pay your rent (which you allow after him pushing it for so long).

I think the reader would think they were just friends for quite a while until one day after he gets you the phone and you say you don't know how you would ever repay him, he just gets this look in his eyes and the next thing you know your on your knees while he sits on a chair with his hand in your hair and your lips round his cock. You thought he was joking when he asked for a blow job, so you have a giggle but then he's pushing it, saying how you need to repay him for all the gifts he brings you (you thought that fixing him up was the payment) in the end you've had a crush on him for a while and you do feel a little guilty that he buys you all this beautiful stuff that must cost him a fortune as well so you give in. Although you thought that maybe he would ask you on a date after or whatever, instead he's asking (telling ) you to move out and move into his place out in the suburbs. In his mind, you've been his girl since he caught feelings (like 5 minutes after meeting you) and this is just you guys getting serious rather than the beginning of a relationship. You still just think of your friends (with benefits) after you have moved in until he introduces you as his girlfriend and suddenly you are like fuck are we dating??? for how long???? did I miss the start of it???? and your just standing there trying to figure out when you started dating (to him it was when you watched a movie with him and fell asleep on his shoulder - that was day 2 of him in the house), in the end, you are just relieved he likes you and go along with it.

Love tough as nails men just being lovestruck and big softies. Its even better if he introduces you to his brothers and suddenly his brothers are the nicest people you've ever met, they're funny, they are polite, they give you compliments and he's just standing in the corner arms crossed with a frown on his face as he watches his brothers fawn over you. He gets a bit jealous. But then while his brothers are sleeping in the guest rooms, he's fucking you rough and hard, demanding you scream out his name. You of course are oblivious to his jealousy so you don't realise he's reinforcing his claim over you to his brothers. He smirks when he sees his brothers can't look him or you in the eyes at breakfast.

That would break the reader's heart!!! All these years and he's been lying to her. I think you would think that he thought he could get away with not telling you because he thinks you are stupid or dumb (you aren't your just not the most observant), you feel as though he has been taking advantage of you all these years and I can totally see reader bursting into tears when she is sitting in front of the plastic screen holding the phones asking him why he didn't tell her or saying how much of a fool she was, how she should have known that he was too good to be true. He tries so hard to comfort you, but the damage has been done and you're rushing out with your youngest in your arms (the other three were left with the grandparents, you didn't want them to see him like that). Now I'm angsty :( I think it would be really really angsty if you thought he was having an affair, all the late nights and strange text messages to meet at hotels and all the gifts are starting to be given as guilt/apology gifts for missing things like date nights or your kids' parent-teacher conferences, and I think it would be heartbreaking if the reader tells him while he's behind bars that she would have prefered him to be cheating than him being a criminal :(

Anyway! Love your work!!

Lots of love mae xx

#oc fugitive #yandere x reader #yandere #oc #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #female reader #mae answers #autumn :)

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Your husband, Brad taking the kids to the grocery store. Since the kids only really listen to you he uses you as an excuse to not get some things, as the kids know not to question you. While he’s at the store a friend who works for him talks to him.

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(NOT MY VIDEO!)

(Brad Little X Reader)

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(TAGS)

#old hollywood #oldhollywoodedit #tommy lee jones #brad little #Samuel Gerard #the fugitive #fire birds #gif imagine #moviegifs #images #imagine #fame dr #x reader #fluff #y/n #1990s

[sofiiel]

𝐂𝐡.𝟐: 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

CW: No warnings needed I think | Word Count: 1,825

Bea sat among the sunflower fields, with her worn plaid blanket and her sketchbook. Tossed to the side in the dirt lay a study book. Abandoned in the soil.

Bea kicked her feet to the song that seemed to be stuck in her head and focused on her drawing.

However, after a while, a distant melodic buzzing broke the rhythm of her song.

Bea stopped kicking her feet, pausing to let the buzzing pass. The wind would shift the sunflowers and the buzzing would stop, but only to pick back up moments later.

She heaved a bothered sigh and started to pack up her sketchbook and pencils, rolling them up in her blanket.

Bea's Jelly shoes stomped against the ground as he exited the fields. Her eyes looked left and right. But there was no one and nothing around.

... Well, nothing except for the loud barking dog heading her way. Skip's fluffy black and white tail waved like the car lot inflatables behind her.

"I was coming back home Skip." Bea said while she gave the dog a pat on the head.

Skip barked and circled Bea.

"I know, I know..." Bea murmured, disliking the idea of being herded.

The distant buzzing melody came yet again, buried beneath Skip's barks. Bea paused, and looked towards the far fence, the long way back home.

"Titi says nobody comes out here," Bea told herself, turning her back to the sound and heading back into the fields with Skip to take the shortcut.

You're hold up in your art studio, perched on a pale wooden stool before your easel and canvas. White paint-splattered sheets cover the wooden floors.

It's been an hour since you started working on this painting, Your rear screaming for a chance to walk around.

But you hadn't received a commission in months.

"This has to be perfect..." You murmur.

With a sigh, you glance out the studio window. Sunshine and chirping birds, "It should be a crime to be inside." You thought.

You adjust the brush in your hand and go back to work, focusing on the portrait of the Mayor. No, you didn't vote for him, but you had no objections to taking his money.

Your attention wandered outside once more, past the apple tree and through the tall wooden fence, you'd thought you saw a shadow move.

You squint your eyes, for a clearer look, but it's already gone.

"Maybe it was some birds." You thought, turning your eyes back to your work.

"No one's around for miles, You're just looking for excuses to stop." you murmur.

Kip and Skip's barking followed the slamming of the screen door.

"Titi! I'm back!" Bea shouted.

"I'm in the studio!" You call back.

The wooden floors groan and creak, sounding off every step.

"How come you get to paint all day and I have to study? It's Spring break...." Bea murmured.

She picked at the strings hanging from the hem of her overall dress.

"Because this is work-related. Trust me - I'd rather be outside." You replied.

Bea shrugged her shoulders high, "So go outside and paint."

Your wrist stops moving, and you slowly turn to your niece. Wondering why you hadn't thought of that.

Bea looked about the room, "You got to carry a lot of stuff out though."

Standing up, you cleaned your brush and got to work on staging and gathering your supplies.

"At this point, it would be worth it." You sighed, "Go get your study book, and we'll work together outside, I'll meet you out there in a bit."

Bea smiled faintly and with a quick turn of her heel, left the studio.

Eddie dug through his belongings in search for the crackling device emitting a frustrated voice.

"Hello? Helllooo? Eddie, man you there?" Dustin's voice came through as a muffled echo.

"Shit...shit, come on, where?" Eddie hissed in a whisper, digging through a box full of personal items.

His hands grasped the walkie, fingers fumbling with a slipping grip.

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm here." Eddie answered quickly.

"I've been trying to reach you for two hours!" Dustin raged.

"Kinda overslept. There aren't many places that don't make me feel like I'm being watched." Eddie muttered.

He glanced out the van window, his eyes scanning the lush farmland. There was something about this little patch of Hawkins that felt like a warm blanket and a cool pillow.

Dustin sighed, "Where are you?" He asked.

"Out by the old sunflower cottage," Eddie replied. "I already told Wheeler by letter..."

"Well don't move, I'm coming out there with supplies," Dustin instructed.

Eddie snatched up his lukewarm cola, "Does anyone else know I'm back?" he asked curiously.

"Nancy, Steve, Robin, Wayne knows, haven't told Hellfire yet." said Dustin.

Eddie gave a slight nod, guzzling down his soda before eyeballing a few tomatoes sitting in a plastic bag.

"Hey with those supplies you think you can bring me some bread and mayo?" Eddie asked.

"Sure but why?" Dustin questioned.

Eddie slowly smiled, "Tomato Sandwiches. Duh."

"You can't steal from the property, Eddie!" Dustin scolded.

"Why? No one lives there, right? Old lady Anita died. She'd want someone to use her prized garden." Eddie reasoned.

"There is something wrong with that place Eddie, the plants never wither, the sunflowers never die, trees always have leaves. They aren't evergreens...." Dustin warned.

Eddie shrugged, "maybe old lady Anita had a real green thumb." he mused, "Besides, how else is a guy supposed to eat? I can't exactly waltz into town?" He added.

"I'll bring you food, just stop, you'll get yourself caught." Dustin sighed before hanging up.

Eddie scoffed, "Not a chance." Slipping on his jacket Eddie released a satisfied sigh, "Actually, could go for some apples..." he murmured.

Bea quickly got tired of waiting on her Titi and wandered off wanting a snack, she went to find her favorite red apple tree. It'd had four bright apples hanging low.

Looking up at the deep green leaves, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Gone..." Bea murmured. Her brows lifted in speculation, "Maybe there is a bear." she whispered.

Kneeling down, Bea started to look for footprints in the grass. She'd read her GeeGee's book on hunters. Even though she wasn't supposed to.

But there weren't any tracks, and Bea wouldn't know how to look for them anyway - the book never went into much detail.

As Bea went to stand, she noticed a patch of grass had been pressed completely flat. She gasped a little and a smile came to her face. "Bears" she whispered, looking around. Through the hedges, for only a moment she thought she spotted something move near the further cluster of sycamore trees.

"Bea? Where'd you go!" she could hear her Titi calling for her.

Bea exhaled, she'd have to investigate later.

"Coming!" Bea called.

"Where'd that girl go?" You questioned.

You'd created a lovely little space to finish your painting under the shade of Poppy. Once again perched on that uncomfortable stool, though with the fresh air and the smell of the sunflower fields it was less bothersome.

"Titi! Titi!" Bea shouted, barreling towards you as fast as her Jelly shoes would allow.

For a moment, you started, "What happened?"

Bea shook her head, "No, nothing is wrong!" she cheered. A grin tok over her face.

"There is a bear!" she added.

You nearly dropped your brush, "Wait, you saw one? Bea you didn't get close to it, did you? We need to call the-"

"No!" Bea shouted horrified, "They'll send it away, all it wants is food!"

You exhale, fear deflating as you watch Bea protest.

"Nobody's going to be nice to it. If it were bad, it would be causing trouble." Bea went on.

"Bea...bears a big dangerious wild animals." You stated carefully.

"But what is this one's magic?" asked Bea.

You side glanced quickly, a slight frown on your face.

"not again." You thought.

"Bea...there's no such thing as-"

"GeeGee said there was!" Bea barked, her cheeks puffing out.

You didn't have the heart to argue against that. After all, when you were small, you used to think your grandmother was magic as well.

"Okay fine, tomorrow we'll take Kip and Skip and check around." You stated calmly.

Bea settled down, "really?" she asked.

You give her a nod and a hint of a smile, "Really."

"I doubt there was a bear, but then...what did she see?" you thought.

"Can we bring it fruit for later?" Questioned Bea.

"Sure why not, now let's both get to work huh?"

Eddie strummed at an old acoustic guitar that had seen better days. It wasn't his Dragonslayer and it was a mighty far cry from Sweetheart. But Eddie could not deny it was a good companion all the same.

Eddie strummed lightly when he heard the sound of bike wheels approaching.

"Pst! hey!" Dustin's voice whispered.

Eddie rested his guitar agaist the wall of the van and opened the back doors.

"Hey, Henderson! been a while." Eddie greeted.

Dustin held a look of dismay as he looked Eddie over. "Dude..." he lulled. "You look like a cartoon hobo!" Dustin laughed, pushing down his kickstand.

"Yeah laugh it up, It's part of my disguise." said Eddie.

"Only you still look like yourself...just caveman edition." Dustin replied.

Eddie welcomed Dustin into the van and the two settled down inside on the floor.

Dustin watched as Eddie rummaged through the bag of supplies.

"Seems Steve was right about buying you a shaver..." Dustin sighed.

Eddie pulled out a cox os cigarettes and started to pack them down.

"So what's Wheeler got planned?" He asked Dustin.

"Nancy thinks she can get access into the files with evidence supporting the cover-up." Dustin reported.

"Oh yeah? How? Why all of a sudden? That sounds a little too easy to have taken this long to think of..." Eddie murmured.

"Easy, we didn't have Suzie back then. Suzie didn't know how. Going to college for Computer science? That helps a lot. We now have a way into their system." Dustin said.

"You came out here to brag on your girlfriend?" Eddie teased.

"Be serious, Eddie." Dustin sighed.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just good to talk with someone face to face again." Eddie confessed. "I'm all ears I swear."

"When we know how to reach the files, Nance and Robin are going to try and sneak in. We think, we know of where they're kept. Turns out...they still really like Hawkins as headquarters." Dustin explained.

Eddie could feel a cold sweat develop as his palms became clammy. "They are? Why am I here if they are here, Henderson?" Eddie stammered with rushed words.

"Because under their nose is the last place they'd look." said Dustin, "I trust Nancy. Do you trust Nancy?" he pressed.

"Course," Eddie answered quickly.

"Then stop panicking."

"I don't like this feeling of fresh deja vu, for the record," Eddie murmured.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

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[darkone09]

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Now and forever

Pairing:Richard Kimble x reader

Description:After saving his life and helping him prove his innocence,You and Richard fall in love

Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage in my head you make sense of madness when my sanity hangs by a thread

You never thought you would save a person's life let alone a very injured man who you found out later on was on the run sentenced to death for killing his wife when he was actually wrongfully accused and framed.

I lose my way but still you seem to understand now or forever I will be your man sometimes I just hold you too caught up in me to see I'm holding a fortune that heaven has given to me

You learned his name was Richard Kimble and he used to be a doctor until he ended up on the run,you both slowly got to know each other after you let him stay with you letting him sleep in your bed despite his protest but over time you and him realized you had feelings for each other.

I'll try to show each and every way I can now and forever I will be your man now I can rest my worries and always be sure that I won't be alone anymore

You decided to make a move telling him your feelings for him you felt a bit nervous until the next thing you knew the two of you were kissing in your room stopping after you took your shirt seeing tears roll down his face "Hey..we can stop if this isn't what you're wanting" he looks at you holding you to him for a few minutes then telling you that he thought after all that had happened he would never find another person to love again leading to whispered I love you's and kisses where hands weren't exploring.

If I'd only known you were there all the time all this time until the day the ocean doesn't touch the sand now and forever I will be your man now and forever I will be your man

You waited in the car with Erin Poole a US Marshal staying quiet even when Richard and another US marshal Samuel Gerard on either side of you getting the both of you checked out then taking the two of you back to your home thanking sam for finding out and proving his innocence then the two of you go inside after sam and erin left just crying hugging each other then showering and just holding each other until you both fell asleep in each other's arms under blankets.

#harrison ford #the fugitive #richard kimble #the fugitive x reader #harrison ford x reader #richard kimble x reader

[resident-bowie-bitch]

fugitive!eddie anyone?

#fugitive!eddie #eddie munson #eddie x reader

[yautja-lover]

Sankuchuari The Finale to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff/Smut

Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader x Chopper!Predator

Summary:It picks up where the previous one (Dachande's Chiva) left off.

Sexual Content:Threesome, doggy-style, missionary position, rutting and breeding.

Dachande's Ship in Space - Location Unknown

While Dachande is resting after having a mental breakdown by finding out that your announced deceased mother is still alive after all these years. Fugi, your chakria is steering the ship searching for a new home who's receiving death glares and disapproving growls from Chopper while your father, rescues your mother from the psychiatric hospital along with Celtic and Scar.

"Why did you sent her away? Do you have any idea, how much pain she was in by your actions?? What did he mean by secret weapon?!" Chopper questioned while flaring his mandibles, in anger. Fugitive spun around flaring his mandibles with a snarl, as he spoke "I did it to keep her safe and protected from my own clan!! It pained me just do so, to ensure her safety... she's my chakria.. my pa'ya-te.. my queen." The two yautja males continue to snarl and growl at each other while flaring their lower mandibles, in a aggressive manner "When I found out that 'this secret weapon' that my clan wanted me to retrieve is my chakria. I couldn't go through with it.. especially, not after everything she's been through with that... pau'jit ooman." Fugitive said with a growl.

"If she didn't show up, when she did.. I probably would've been thei-de.. but at least, she still have you." he added while giving him a knowingly look, causing Chopper to huff at him in disbelief before he spoke "I would stay by her side as a friend, she would never see me in that type of way." earning a head tilt from the hybrid clicking his tusks together with a question "Are you sure, about that? You desire my chakria, m-di? Your in pa'ya-te with her, m-di?"

Meanwhile... back on Earth - The Psychiatric Hospital

Three yautja males roam the halls of the hospital searching for the oomani-di with their cloaking device activated. Which didn't take them long to find Dachande's mother, who is Wolf's mi'esui.. when they found her, she was sitting on the bed repeating the same thing over and over again.

Wolf Predator's P. O. V.

"My nak'ytara will come.. he'll come for me, you'll see..."he heard his ooman mi'esui say over and over again, like a chant "Da'dtou-di.." he said while dropping his cloaking device, so she could see him. When he received m-di response from her, he clicked his tusks in disappointment called out for her again.. which she turned her syra'yte in his direction and said "My nak'ytara will come.. he'll come for me, you'll see.."

Wolf knew that there was something wrong with his ooman mi'esui, the other oomans will pay for what they did to her he vowed as he clenched his fists and growled to himself. The growls came to a halt once his oomani-di call out to him "Wolf?.." it seemed that his growling woke her from whatever dazed trance she was in 'thank Paya' he thought, as he rushed over "It's me.. your nak'ytara, I'm here" he said while pressing himself against her and purred.

°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip°•☆°•☆°•☆•°

When you woke up and started searching the ship for your chakria to give him a stern talking to for sending you away like he did, even if he was trying to keep you safe and protected. Especially after seeing how huge that Assassin was compared to the three of them but you sure did kicked his ass and bpi-de him, for touching your chakria the damn blue tiger pauk-de.

No one and I mean NO ONE puts a hand on my man like that and gets away with it, not just m-di but oh hell pauk m-di.. c'jit, h'ka-se it's just getting you even more worked up then you already are. When you finally did found him, he was standing face to face with Chopper giving you the perfect advantage to grip a firm hold on one of your chakria's locks and tugged on it earning a startled roar from him.

"Don't you ever try to pull that separation c'jit on me again, do you hear me?" you scolded while wagging a pointed finger at your chakria, who flared his mandibles at you in surprise "For h'ka-se on, we do things together is that understood?"you added. "Sei-i my chakria, ki'sei" Fugitive responded back with a purr "And another thing, don't start that purring thing you do and try to calm me down cause it won't work.." after you said that, he purrs even more getting louder by the second taking it as a challenge "... what were you two talking about earlier, when I walked in?"

This time you were the one that made a noise in, both surprise and shock when Chopper responded with "We were talking about sharing you..." which caused you to squawk, completely baffled by the idea "WHAT¿¡.. what do you mean by sharing me?!"

°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆•°💀°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆•°

"For someone who was acting overly protective back on Earth, when we first met.. your certainly acting immensely calm about this idea of... " you said narrowing your eyes at Fugi while making air quotes with your clawed-hands " 'sharing me' how are you so relaxed over this??" you questioned earning a head tilt and purring from your chakria. "Has he not proven himself as a worthy mi'esui for you, my chakria during my time of absences?" his question caused you to do a double-take, not at all expecting this "Has he not come to your aid in your time of need?" he added with a curious click, as you make a quick glance at Chopper.. who's giving you a hopeful and wanting look, causing you to turn your attention back on Fugitive.

"Of course, he has.. but..." you started to say "..but?" Fugi repeated, wanting you to finish your sentence while Chopper continues to stare at you with the same look on his face. You look at Chopper for a moment then, turn your attention back on Fugitive before speaking again ".. but, I'm your chakria, as you are mine..." causing him to puff out his chest with pride while his purring intensifies ".. and he deserves his own mi'esui-" Chopper answered quickly, shocking you completely "I do not want another... I want you, pa'ya-te." You replied with a question, completely baffled and your dekna wide in confusion as you spoke ".. but I thought you said, you were okay with being just friends?"  Chopper's response has you floored " If that is what you wish then, I will remain as such.. but, I would never... in the bpi-de, it's always been you pa'ya-te." he said while pointing at you then, placed both his clawed-hands over his chest with a soft purr.. his way of saying, that 'YOU.. will always have HIS.. heart'.

You don't remember much after that or how you ended up getting sandwiched between the two.. the only thing on your mind was the pleasure of being bred and mated by your two mi'esui. You could feel their rock-kiande ze'pha moving in and out of your wet yoni, Fugitive rutting you from behind with powerful thrusts as you straddle Chopper who's pistoning himself underneath you with needy thrusts.

4 years later... on Sankuchuari

ALRIGHT! *while clasping your hands together* ..fellow readers, h'ka-se that we got you all caught up. H'ka-se we can continue on with the 'give birth scene' isn't that exciting?! the future you announced *while pumping your fists in the air*

"Yeah.. thrilling..." the present you said sarcastically while drumming your fingers impatiently "..it's not like I didn't have anything better to do other then, birthing three pups!" the present you added before cocking your syra'yte to the side "You know, when you so rudely interrupt me and put me on-hold! Who the pauk would have the nerve to put a pregnant woman, who's going into labor on-hold it's the mo-"

Okay, let's wrap this up and move along the future you said *while rushing things along*

'Excuse me, what the pauk?' the present you thought to yourself, as you look to your two mi'esui giving them a pissed-off look "Can you believe this bitch?" clearly agiated by all of this.

Years later...

Starting a whole new clan with your two mi'esui, Fugitive and Chopper on a new planet that hasn't been discovered, yet.. where you gave birth to three yautja hybrid pups, triplets to be exact. Two boys and a girl; the oldest is one hundred percent Fugitive's son that looks exactly like his father name Yeyinde and the second oldest, the middle pup is one hundred percent Chopper's son that looks exactly like his father name Bakuub. While both sons take after their sires, they have your red dekna (when your in your yautja form) but.. the youngest is the daughter of BOTH fathers name Guan-thwei, who looks exactly like you in both forms but has different dekna colors (when she's in her yautja form) one hazel and one yellow.

Not long after your father, Wolf recieved a call from an Elder and leader of the Lost Tribe Clan, Greyback and came home with a yautja pup that your mother insisted on raising the pup, as her own. The yautja pup has reddish-brown skin with black specs and a blue streak going down his front abdomen, he has black dreadlocks and tiny yellow dekna name R'ka-bhu'ja who is Feral and Dahlia's suckling.

------------The Epilogue------------

You were doing your daily rounds of checking-in on your kin, making sure that the newcomers are settled in and if, they needed anything. When you came across R'ka-bhu'ja, who recently passed his chiva and is sitting by himself focusing on polishing a th'syra of an kiande amedha queen. "My queen..." Chopper spoke catching your attention, as R'ka-bhu'ja paused what he was doing ".. they've returned." your mi'esui said with a click catching the blooded-hunter's full attention, who very eagerly wrap up the th'syra tenderly.

Heading towards the port, where the ship had landed... three yautjas wearing their 'awu'asa and dai-shui then, two more figures approach behind them. After greeting the triplets from their mission you then, welcomed the oomani-di and yautja male.. who stood nearly eight feet tall, that has brown and yellow skin with quills on his chest, black dreadlocks and orange dekna wearing very little 'awu'asa "N'jauka to Sankuchuari."

After Guan-thwei part ways with her mei'hsweis, R'ka-bhu'ja walks up to her and gifts her with the th'syra of the kiande amedha queen that he was polishing earlier. Which Guan-thwei accepted the gift with a pleased purr while pressing her syra'yte towards his own, turning him into a purring mess as he does the same.

Yautja Language - English Translation:

Dachande - Different Knife

chakria - life mate

pa'ya-te - love

pau'jit - bastard

ooman - human

thei-de - dead

bpi-de - end

m-di - no

oomani-di - human woman

mi'esui - mate

nak'ytara - protector

Da'dtou-di - Little Knife

syra-yte - head

pauk-de - fucker or fucking

pauk - fuck

c'jit - shit

h'ka-se - now

sei-i - yes

ki'sei - I understand / I agree

kiande - hard

ze'pha - penis

yoni - pussy

Yeyinde - Brave One

Bakuub - Straight Spear

dekna - eye / eyes / eyeball

Guan-thwei - Nightblood

R'ka-bhu'ja - Fire Spirit

chiva - trial

th'syra - skull

kiande amedha - hard meat (Xenomorph)

'awu'asa - armor

dai-shui - Yautja mask

n'jauka - welcome

mei'hswei - brother

#dachande! hybrid reader #fugitive! predator #chopper! predator #the isolated clan #alexa 'lex' woods #chopper! predator x dachande! hybrid reader x fugitive! predator #fugitive! predator/chopper! predator oneshot #sankuchuari #my writing #my posts