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Predator Fanfic (7/20)

Title: The Strangest Winter

This is not the first part of the story. If you are new to this story, please refer to the first part as it contains the warning label.

*Continuation of part one

The image of Kei being on top of me is stuck in my head and as I think of his body heat, his close proximity, and his scent… the worst part isn’t that he desires me. God help me- I actually want to fuck an alien. Where is my sanity? The storm outside has finally calmed to light snowfall. Boss Jon and Jinx are asleep in the living room. I’m scrubbing the kitchen floor for the umpteenth time. My knees ache and my hands are numb from scrubbing so abrasively; I hoped cleaning would take my mind off of him but that’s a little difficult when he’s leaning against the counter not even a few feet away.

After Kei said he’d fix my satellite, I left him to it. A couple of hours later, I could see the shimmer of his form. It wasn’t that hard to see if you know what to look for. He’s been hovering around me ever since he came back in. Boss Jon and Jinx are oblivious to his presence. I dump the sponge into the bucket beside me; the water is cold and not as soapy anymore. Exhausted, I stand to my feet groaning like an old woman. I look at my hands and frown at how shriveled my skin has become. A subtle click ticked in my ears and I can see the shimmer come closer. Kei takes my hands that are like kitten paws compared to his.

“I’m fine.” I say; but he knows that’s a load of bull crap. I don’t pull away when he leads me to my room. Once the door is shut, he reveals himself. I’ve seen him multiple times, but this time is different. I’m not afraid or curious anymore. I feel my entire body heat up as my eyes admire his form for the first time. But the mask was still in the way.

“Why won’t you show me your face?” Now that I think about it, he’s kept it hidden all this time. He snarls lowly and he reaches up to his mask pulling some sort of string. It pops out of it, causing a hissing sound. My heart is pounding as he grips the mask and gradually moves it away. I know he’s an alien, but I always imagined him with a human face for some reason and low and behold there is nothing human about his face.

The first thing I noticed was his mouth, which is hard not to notice because four fangs protrude on thin appendages that stretch out, revealing rows of sharp teeth. There were quills along his cheek bone that stuck out at first but smoothed along his skin. His forehead extended into a round crown with black mountain-like ridges. Black and red mottled along the ridges, blending into warm greyish skin. His eyes were pale, like white mist in the early morning. I’m standing close to him, but he’s not quite looking at me. His hand reaches out, touching my arm and his eyes seem to know where to look.

“You’re blind.” How on earth have I not noticed he was blind? He never gave away anything to indicate he was but maybe that’s why he never took off the mask. Maybe it helped him see. Kei huffed and was about to put the mask back on but I stopped him. I can’t say much about the rest of his face, but I can admit his eyes are quite beautiful. A low purr starts in his chest and I’m drowned in the same scent as before. He grasps my face in his hands and presses his forehead to mine. It’s like time itself stops and there’s only Kei and I in the entire universe. I feel tears welling in my eyes. I don’t understand this feeling.

And in an instant, Kei is pulling away from me. Before I can question it, there’s a soft knock on the door.

“Evee? You awake?`` It's Jinx. An angry but low growl erupts from Kei; he goes towards the door, clearly set on dealing with the other males once and for all. I grab his arm and try pulling him back, but it's fruitless. I feel like I’m trying and failing to hold back a bull from charging. I wrap my arms around his waist, and this seems to make him halt.

“Don’t do this.” I beg, hoping he understands. But it's pointless as Jinx barges into the room coming face to face with Kei.

“What the fuck?” Jinx yells, and in the blink of an eye Kei grabs his head and twists until there’s a loud pop.

#avp #predator #alienvpredator #predators #yautja #alienlove #alienlover #romance #fanfic #fanfiction #scifi #nsfw

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Somehow Celtic survived (don't ask how, lol, its fanfiction). Now Lex has to deal with 2 hunters

#predator #predators #alienvspredator #avp #yautja #scar #celtic #Celtic hunter #scar hunter #scifi #fanart #aliens #alexawoods #lex #pen

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I know this isn't predator related, but I literally 💀.

The Witcher that appears in Episode 3 is not my Witcher...

#the witcher #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia

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Being Mated to a Yautja Would Include:

● Lots of physical affection. Nuzzling, petting, and hugs–he’ll toy with your hair, stroke your soft skin, and always insist you sit on his lap. While it may seem innocent, all this attention has a hidden purpose. Yautja have a very developed sense of smell. If your yautja is touching you, he’s marking you as his. (So sneaky).

● Gifts. Weird ones. As a ‘worthy’ male, your mate would want to show off his ability to protect and provide. How? Oh, little blade, guess who gets their very own T-Rex skull? You! He’ll come home from a hunt and get down on one knee, presenting you with his offering. (It’s part of Yautja mating behavior). When you accept it, he’ll puff up with pride and let out a nice rumbly purr.

● He teases you. The intimidating Yautja do flirt. To be fair, it is a bit different…mainly rougher, and he tends to make you feel like prey. Still, the moment he purrs, you instantly melt.

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Predator Fanfic (6/20)

Title: The Strangest Winter

This is not the first part of the story. If you are new to this story, please refer to the first part as it contains the warning label.

*Continuation of Part One

Eight in the morning and it's still snowing outside. According to my phone, it’s supposed to snow all week, and I guess at some point I’ll have to go outside and shovel around the house (not looking forward to that). But for now I focus on my patient, currently high on morphine.

“Hey Boss. How are you feeling?” I say with a sweet smile and try not to laugh at how dazed he looks.

“I’m...well, I’m not dead...feel like shit.”

“You got shot in the gut, man. Lost a shit ton of blood.” Jinx chimes in. Jon glowers at him,

“You’re the fucker who shot me!” my mouth goes agape and I stare at Jinx, watching particularly how his eyes widen like a deer frozen in headlights. Jon, noticing my shocked expression, starts to laugh.

“Oh, he didn’t tell you?”

“He said you guys were in a shootout.”

“Son of a bitch, tell Doc the fucking truth. You got mad because I called you a whore’s son, and as far as I can recall I’ve called you much fucking worse, and you fucking shot me, piece of shit.” what the…

“I wasn’t in a good mood at the time Jon, and I fucking told you that-”

“-don’t...spare me with your excuses. We’ve been partners for seven, fucking, years-”

“-and I put up with seven fucking years of your bullshit!”

Why does it feel like I’m watching a soap opera?

“Guys, please. I don’t really give a shit about what really happened.” I say

“Know what-” Jinx starts but I cut him off.

“-No, I don’t know ‘what’ is he a friend of yours?” I immediately regret those words as the hitman’s face becomes redder than a strawberry.

“You best get going Doc, I think he might blow.” Boss Jon says and I heed his advice. If I stay any longer I might say another insensitive thing, like how they both need marriage counseling (and considering how upset Jinx is right now, that comment would’ve been enough justification for a murder attempt).

I go into the kitchen- maybe food will calm them down. As I open the fridge I cringe at the hole very visible from inside the door. I hope Kei plans on fixing this and my window he wrecked. I make simple eggs and bacon with toast on the side. Once breakfast is made, I make two plates and head back to the arguing hitmen on my couch.

“I’ll just leave these here,” I put the plates on the table surface in front of the couch,

“If you need me just holler.” they don’t even hear me, caught in their own messed up world. Now is a good time to do x rays while Boss Jon is awake. If the x ray comes out good, there won’t be any reason for them to stay here. And the sooner they’re gone the better (it helps to focus on one problem at a time). In my room, on the short table by my bed, is a state of the art scanner specifically meant for on the go MRIs, x rays, and other doctor stuff. The process takes a few minutes and the pictures taken automatically save onto my computer.

“Alright guys, I need you to stop your nonsense for ten minutes so I can take a look inside Jon.” I say while approaching them with the gadget.

“You make it sound like you’re about to perform surgery on me.” Jon says,

“Hopefully I won’t have to.”

After seeing the images on my handy dandy laptop, I’m glad to see that I won’t have to waste anesthesia for surgery. Fortunately, the only real problem Jon has are blood loss and bruising otherwise he’ll heal fine.

“You should stay one more day to build up strength. I’ll give you a couple bottles of oxycodone, it’ll deal with the pain. I shouldn’t have to say this, but try not to go over the required amount.”

“Doc, how many times I gotta tell you, I ain’t a dru-”

“-you told me exactly twenty six times.” he frowns at me. I smile in return. And out of nowhere there’s a massive bang, and the house shudders, as if attacked by a cannon blast. Jinx immediately goes into defense mode, whipping out a standard handgun. As high on painkillers as Jons is, even he looks around wildly for a weapon.

“Uh, it’s probably just the storm guys no need to get riled up.” I say, trying to hide my anxiety. I know for certain Kei is the cause of the sound.

“It’s just us here, right.” Jinx gives me an interrogative look. The last time I got that look he tied me to a chair and threatened to waterboard me.

“You two are the only people that know I’m here. I wouldn’t spend damn near two millions dollars on a cloaking satellite if I wanted to be found so easily.” according to the manufacturer, an old pal of mine who is also not on the good side of the law, my house would be hidden from any and all manner of radars and satellites. Boss Jon and Jinx would have never found me if I hadn’t made the rash decision to go into civilization without a plan. And all to appease my gogurt addiction. Those delicious, creamy dairy products will be the death of me.

“It could’ve been the wind.” Jon adds. It was pretty windy outside, considering the blizzard was in full force.

“Actually, it may have been the wind. Oh fuck, my satellite!” I don’t even bother putting on a coat, I run out the front door, instantly regretting not wearing shoes, and take a look at my roof. My stomach feels weightless as I see that the large satellite dish is gone. I run around the house, looking into my backyard. It’s on the ground, and the dish part- the part that makes my house invisible- has been split right down the middle, as if someone bent it until it broke.

“Sweet virgin mary.” my head becomes dizzy, I saved up money for five years to get this thing. It’s the only thing keeping the Feds from busting down my door. I hurry to the machine, dropping to my knees and examining it closely. Perhaps it could still be saved. The dish part could be melded back together. But then I noticed that the compartment holding its power source is shattered.

How on earth could this have happened? This shit is supposed to be tougher than steel; it should’ve taken more than wind to break it. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes- I’ll have to move again. I’m so caught up in my broken investment I didn’t realize Kei is crouching beside me. How long has he been there?

“You don’t happen to know how to fix this, do you?” I hate how my voice is breaking. It’s taking everything in me not to have an emotional fit. Kei inspects the machine, turning it this way and that way like he’s playing with styrofoam instead of a dish that weighs the same as a car.

“Sei-i,”

I stare at him with a ‘what the fuck does that mean?’ look. He nods in my direction,

“Sei-i. I fix.”

You know in those old cartoons when a character’s heart literally leaps out of their chest and does a backflip cause their so happy. If that could happen to me, without killing me, my heart would do the same.

“Thank you, thank you so much, I...I don’t even know how to repay you, you can have the gold back if you want.” it kind of hurts to offer back the gold but fixing this thing is all I care about right now.

“H’ko. No-t ta-ke.”

“You don’t understand how much this means to me. I have to give you something.” a strong rumble emerges from Kei, bathing me in calming vibrations. He leans towards me, so close his natural body heat warms me instantly. I place my hand on his chest in an effort to somewhat push him back, but apparently he interprets this as something else entirely and in the blink of an eye I’m completely on my back and he’s on top of me.

His purring increases in strength, and I feel every bit of it in between my legs. An intense musk, like the delicious scent of hickory smoke, makes me feel all the more turned on as I breathe it in deeply. This is the first time in years I’ve wanted to be ravished by a total stranger. I grasp his shoulders and push as hard as I can.

“I’m not having sex with you.” I manage to say without moaning and this seems to do the trick. He returns to his crouched position and I try to fathom the fact that an alien wants to fuck me.

#avp #alienvspredator #predator #predators #yautja #alienlove #alienlover #romance #fanfic #fanfiction #scifi #nsfw

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