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unholyplumpprincess · 2 years

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I know you’ve said you write for the Predator in the past and I have been devouring Predator content recently. Imagine a bratty/sarcastic human playing a game of predator and prey with their Predator mate. I’d think they would get a small head start to run into a wooded secluded area, a chance to hide before their mate would set out after them. I can’t decide what genitalia to request for the Predator, hell being hunted down and used by both would be a dream. Size would certainly come into play since they are bigger in every way, big arms and fingers, muscles etc… Maybe a lil breeding… as a treat?

I'm absolutely gonna be fitting my predator oc into this. A quick summary of them is: Goes by they/them. Big, tall, pitch black predator with ghostly feline-like markings in white and grays. Probably about 8'2", waist long locs covered in gold beads. Hourglass shape with big tiddy and Huge biceps and v muscular all over.

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Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and ambiguous, The yautja is nonbinary and uses they/them and goes by Obsidian, Primal play, Predator/prey play, Alien genitalia

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You knew better, of course. You know that your mate, Obsidian, had no time for games like yours. At least, that's what they told you through their translator. The voice coming out of it raspy, smoky with an androgynous tone. Always threatening. You remember their clicking growl behind their tusked helm, the translator blooming with a, "Mind your tongue, little one. I shall not go lightly on you, If you wish to play your games? Then run."

And oh you wanted to. So what did you do? Waited. Waited until they were in season and wanted you most. Slipping out of their clawed grasp when they started to get handsy and ran. Running, running, running through their woods on this planet. Knowing you'd be safe from the dangers out there- but not from them.

What a delight that was to know you were being hunted.

They know your games. And as promised, they do not go lightly. They allow you a head start out of politeness, but that's all. You find yourself running, running for a cave that you can press your back flat to as your lungs and heart pound.

You play it cheeky too. Having stripped down, dropping layers of clothing as you went and leaving a trail for them. It leads them to a nearby area, knowing they're following your scent. You peer around the cave's mouth, seeing where the forest floor indents. An invisible being picking up your underwear and bringing it up high, scenting you.

They take the bait, and a vine connected pulls a quickly made contraption down. It hits the invisible being with a ball full of mud, making the barrier wobble. Just enough for you to see the helm shape snap directly to you.

Your laughter doesn't help, but you don't get very far in the cave before you're slammed to the wall with a hand carefully tucked behind your head. The invisible barrier falls, and you see Obsidian in their armor and fishnets. Their tusked helm looking down at your and their chest rising and falling in what you could only describe as horny, rage filled breaths.

"Mad about the mud, huh?" You giggle out, feeling their fingers curl into your hair and gasping as they yank your hair back. "M-maybe you shouldn't be so predictab--ah!" You cry out as they pull harder, exposing your throat in full.

"Poor baby," Their translator drawls, mocking you with a phrase you use to them as their head cocks in interest to your reactions. You whimper, your legs being kicked apart as they push their muscular thigh between yours. On cue, you grind your hips across them, shuddering. "Do you wish to run more? Play cat and mouse longer?"

Hypocrite and predictable that you are, you shake your head as best as you can with your hair still held tight in their hand. You hear the clicking snarls behind their helm, how one of their helm's tusks brushes your jaw as they lean in. Bringing your gaze to the eyes of their helm and making you look up at them.

"Predictable." They mock you once again, another cock of their head as your hips twitch on their thigh. "Now, sweet prey. Let me take what is rightfully mine."

You're used in that cave. Made to kneel at the altar that was their thighs as they leaned on the cave wall. Your mouth presses firmly to their cunt, the drooling slit looking familiarly human, but their clit thicker and elongated at maybe an inch or three with a spiked head. The spikes were flexible on your tongue when you lick upwards, their clit jerking and throbbing with each touch of your tongue.

You finger them like they like, translucent blue juices dripping down your wrist as they snarl and click. One of their strong legs hooking over your shoulder and dragging you nice and close, drowning you in their scent.

You get no relief. Not in that cave. No, you have to walk back with them only placated until you can make it back to the ship on wobbly legs. As Obsidian throws you down onto the bed and promises to make you stay still for a week until their heat is complete.

Not that that's much of a threat to you. But you don't complain.

#Predators #Yautja #Yatuja x reader #Predator x reader #Yautja oc #Imagines #headcanons #nsft #lemon #Obsidian #my ocs

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Dumb Little Slut

For @shortythescreen who asked for: 53 “Call yourself a dumb little slut.” w the Doctor? 👀

Humor? In MY porn??? More likely than you think.

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Fandom: Dead By Daylight

Relationship: The Doctor/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and ambiguous but the area to explain their chest is read as Tits, but no explicit tiddy can Be there, degrading names, lil shockies to the junk but only tinglies, otherwise p tame!

Words: 900

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Maybe you weren’t the brightest lightbulb in the box for your tactics.

Maybe being loud and flipping up your shirt to flash a killer wasn’t the smartest idea you’d had yet. But, it had worked, didn’t it? You were able to watch the Doctor turn his unblinking gaze to you, dazed for a few moments and that gave you enough time with your team to bolt from the generator.

Maybe flashing your tits wasn’t the normal method for distraction, but, hey, if it worked it worked. Right?

~Rest under the cut~

You’d tried it again on other killers. Everyone seemed affected in some way or another. You weren’t sure if it was anger at you trying something so silly, or maybe it was just straight up a lot of them hadn’t seen a tit in a long time. Or ever, for that matter, judging by how the Wraith had let out this grunt like you’d hit him with a flashlight and quickly banged his bell to go invisible.

It was the Doctor that seemed prepared for you the next time. Because in the time you’d had to lift your shirt up for round two, that was the time it took for him to close the distance, hook his shock filled fingertips under your collar, and yank it clean over your head.

Yeah, okay, maybe not what you were expecting, and not the worst thing that could have happened, but you can only imagine the hilarious look that was on your face. In a panic you’d held still, your shirt on the floor, looking at him look at you with that damned killer gaze and permanent grin.

But he didn’t...swing. His shocking stick held firmly in his other hand as his head tilted at you- as if watching a specimen.

It took five seconds before you laughed nervously and managed to get out, “Hey, take me to dinner first, big guy.” And received the high pitched, haunting laugh from the killer in front of you.

It’s safe to say you didn’t escape that round, but that left you full of adrenaline. If...If he laughed at your joke, did that mean that the killers were all like you? Playing a game yet keeping your humanity in tact?

Did that mean they weren’t all reacting to your tits with curiosity and maybe some of them were horny?

...You supposed only one way to find out.

It takes three new trials before you run into the Doctor again. You suppose if you can get away with it, why not try it? What’s the worst that can happen besides him humiliating you in front of your teammates by using a Mori you?

So you do it again, except this time you whip off your top, prop yourself up on the desk where you’d found an office, and offered yourself in a trade for your teammates.

And it works.

Shockingly.

You didn’t realize that the killers could form some sort of bond. On the fourth time you’ve done this, you’ve been thrown over the desk, your head held down to the wood by a large hand and a cock fit inside of you.

The Doctor has only pulled down his pants and shifted his lab coat aside, while your shirt has been pulled up to expose your chest, your pants yanked down and a greedy hand grabbing your tit as hips slap against your ass. You’re dizzy, his voice echoing through your head like a haunting dream as you move an arm under your head to press your mouth against it to try and quiet your sounds.

“Pathetic little thing,” His voice laughs in your head. Echoing as if it belonged to three different people. It pitches towards the end into that haunting laugh that just makes you inhale sharply, nails trying to dig into the wood underneath you. “Let me hear you, why do you hide? ”

It’s a taunt. You know it’s a taunt. But a whimper blossoms from your chest, blocked by your arm as you stand on your tiptoes to try and get him deeper. The Doctor spares you, his hand moving from mercilessly pinching and tugging your nipple to slide between your legs.

As soon as his fingers get on you, you thrash and cry out, panting as you approach and get closer and closer-

Then he stops. His hand flush against you but not moving. His hips have slammed home into you, his thick cock heavily jerking and making you wish you could push him over and ride him. The asshole.

“Why don’t you say that you’re my dumb little slut and I’ll let you cum, hm? I am a patient man.” His voice rings in your head as his hand charges with static pulses over your sex. Enough to make you yelp, turning your head from your arm and shooting a hand down to grab at his wrist to no avail. You shudder at the warming sensations, trying to shake your head and mumble begs under your breath instead.

“Not quite.” He snarls in your head, tracing his tingling fingertips up your skin and leaving you sobbing as you feel a wave of your orgasm abruptly halt.

“Fuck-” You choke out, throwing your head back and stomping your foot once like a petulant child. The Doctor immediately abuses this, his hand that had been holding your waist and snatching your hair at the root to yank you back flush to his body. It leaves you exposed, eyes half lidded and able to look out at the broken window just as another generator clicks on.

“I am patient. Can you say the same, my dear?”

Damn him. Stupid killers.

#The Doctor #The Doctor x Reader #dbd #dead by daylight #dick by daylight #Herman Carter #drabble #nsft #lemon #princess writing

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