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Are you still wanting predator requests for inspiration? 😯

yeah, of course!!

I may be slow but I love my Predator boys <3

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do I want to write about Aulus because @monstracitybakery‘s Aulus-based posts are driving me crazy

hahaha NOOOOO OF COURSE N-

okay yeah no no yeah I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT THEM SEND ME THINGS TO WRITE-

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guys I have good news

I’m officially simping for Khonshu from Moon Knight

I’m preparing to write him so maybe hit me with some romantic headcanons or reaction requests for our skeletal vulture bastard so I can practice!! <3

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Roughly can we expect the next chapter of “Threes”? I’m really really enjoying it so far and i can’t wait for more :’D

No rush or anything please take your time!! Take care of yourself first!! <3

hey, thank you for your interest, and I'm glad you're enjoying it!! :D

roughly... I'm not too sure! you know that one meme? "shouldn't take long. between 5 minutes and, um... 11 months" that's how my writing process goes 😂😂😂

I do have a pretty good chunk of the next chapter written, but when I finish it all depends on when my brain falls down the hole into the Gravity Falls mood again... and I never know when my moods are gonna hit me, haha

I've started posting chapter announcements for all my AO3 fics on my art blog, @crystallinearts, so your best bet is to keep an eye out over there for updates whenever a new chapter of anything is posted.

you take care of yourself too, hon! <3

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what I’m thinking about??

a Predator boy who, for whatever reason, is unable to make a lot of the clicking sounds that accompany Yautja language

something wrong with the internals of how his mouth/throat are laid out, etc., something that just makes it difficult for him to speak in Yautja or, like, with the accompanying sounds that (maybe?? I’m guessing) help them convey tone

and by extension this means he either gets very good at speaking English (and teaches English to the people he’s around most so they can understand him)

or gets very good at nonverbal communication

probably been dealing with it since birth and got bullied for it when he was young, and obviously that’s no bueno so he found a way not to get bullied by just not even trying to make the clicks because that never worked properly, so why try if he’s just going to embarrass himself?

I’d imagine it made him into a grumpy lil adult but like, once he’s faced with a human who understands him and doesn’t care that he can’t make those clicks, he’s just very caught off guard (and grumbly because am big strong warrior don’t need soft feels heart stop wanting soft feels!!!) but comes around to the attention, it’s nice to not feel the need to try so hard sometimes

(of course, he can still purr, so... <3)

YEAH IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN, TIME FOR ME TO MAKE A NEW YAUTJA BOY

COME GET HIM

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yooooo I’m currently watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind for the first time ever!!

so I’m REALLY feeling those alien fucker vibes, maybe send me some stuff you’d like to see me write for Predator boys?? <3

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... more Predator requests maybe??

I have a couple of REALLY old ones sitting in my drafts, but my brain isn’t focusing on those and maybe needs some new blood to get things going

OCs or canon boys, you pick!!! there are some canon bois I’d really like to try, like Wolf, Assassin, Cruci, Fugitive, Chopper, Jungle...

like really just pick one and it’s a safe bet I wanna write em!! <3

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something new. [Iyith x future S/O]

suggested by @elizabethmoon82, I took your suggestions and spun them up a little bit!!

focus on Iyith and his future human female S/O, but there’s also some focus on a few other Yautja in here! one of my scientist boys, Ma-tha’yta, and an Elite female named Peyaad, and I’ve kiiinda gotten attached to this Young Blood boy A’su-ne XD

there’s some (fairly brief, no more than a couple paragraphs’ worth) references to PTSD flashbacks, tread lightly if that’s an uncomfy subject for you!

it took me a hot minute, I’ve been struggling with motivation recently, but I’m happy with how this came out! I’d love to write more between these two, maybe as Iyith/reader or just the same as I did this one

I need to explore my boy mucho more! but for now, hope you guys enjoy this one~ <3

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As a consequence of being alive for a very long time, Iyith has taken many Young Bloods through their chivas, watching equally as many stumble during their second or third as come out victorious on their first try.

There’s pride in it either way, regardless of how it ends, as long as the young ones have given it all they have; sometimes, all they have isn’t enough, and that has to still be enough. They still conducted themselves with honor. They still put their entire selves into it. It just means they must keep with their training a bit longer, and someday, their all will be enough. After all, there will always be another day.

After overseeing so many of these, he’s got it down to a science now. The current chiva has been staged for a hardworking Young Blood named A’su-ne. It’s his first try, the battle between only him and a single kainde amedha, but he’s shown promise. If he can slay the creature, he moves to the next stage of his Hunting career.

By now it’s predictable almost to the point of being dull. A’su-ne has chosen Earth as his Hunting ground, the journey there is short, and it’s only four of them on the ship. Iyith himself as the Elder whose presence is required, of course. A’su-ne, as he runs through the final preparations. Peyaad, the Elite who oversaw the majority of A’su-ne’s training, leading him through the before-Hunt rituals with her usual no-nonsense demeanor. And Ma-tha’yta, one of the scientists who works within the breeding program for kainde amedha, here to keep the beast caged and under control until the chiva begins.

None of them talk much aside from Peyaad and A’su-ne exchanging ritual words, and Ma-tha’yta’s low chittering as he tries to soothe a creature which already knows it’s being primed to be Hunted. Iyith certainly doesn’t speak, simply because his words would mean very little to A’su-ne. Peyaad’s mean more, and he knows that.

Before long, they’ve landed on Earth, and A’su-ne’s chiva has commenced.

Ma-tha’yta releases the kainde amedha first, setting its cage before remotely opening it from the ship. Less chance of being attacked that way, which means less chance of Ma-tha’yta having to fight himself and Peyaad having to reschedule for A’su-ne. After that’s done, and their cameras are set up (as well as one tuned to the frequency of the young one’s bio-helmet recorder), A’su-ne is dropped down into what will become the arena of his last exam.

Often the most difficult part for Iyith is this. The watching, the being still, while a Young Blood stares down the most dangerous thing they’ve faced so far. His thoughts wander despite his eyes being laser-focused on the video feeds.

He wasn’t much older than most of the Young Bloods he witnesses fighting against kainde amedha, maybe a hundred years older than them and twice as confident, when he barely escaped death. Sometimes a certain movement from one of the Young Bloods when they’re injured, or a roar from one of the kainde amedha, or even nothing at all, will bring him back to the fight of his life.

He tries not to lose himself in those memories. It’s been so long, he’s so much older now, that he no longer sees the frozen corpses of his brothers when he closes his eyes, and his all-over burns from almost drowning in acid blood have healed into scars as best they can. Allowing himself to be dragged back to that day and paying attention to nothing else is a disservice to the Young Bloods he’s supposed to be evaluating.

“A’su-ne is overthinking his strategies,” Peyaad speaks up. Arms crossed over her chest, she clicks her tusks slowly. “Been lucky so far. If he doesn’t start moving faster, we’ll have to end this. Maybe he would do well to fail once… the more one-on-one experience he gets, the more prepared he’ll be.”

Iyith offers a hum of contemplation. Though he’s not in regular company with Peyaad, she’s always been one of the stricter trainers, that he can recall. Young Bloods moan to each other when they’re assigned to her groups. “He’s doing fair, all things considered,” is his initial response. “You wouldn’t believe how many I’ve seen make unnecessary mistakes more fitting of a pup than a Young Blood. Even with his lack of speed, I appreciate one who fights equally with his mind as with his body.”

Peyaad still looks skeptical, though she merely clicks her mandibles again. “He’s a cocky Young Blood just like the rest, but I defer to your wisdom. We shall just have to see.”

Iyith grunts softly, a thought darting through his mind that Elites can sometimes act just like the young ones they train. His attention is quickly drawn back to the screens, however, when he hears an aggravated shout of, “Pauk!!” echoing through A’su-ne’s bio-helmet.

In an instant he can pinpoint the problem ― a human woman who’s on top of the Young Blood. From A’su-ne’s anger, the human’s expression, and the position the two of them are in, he can infer what happened. (Though he’ll review the recordings later for absolute certainty.) Likely, the human stumbled across the chiva, inadvertently, and thinking that A’su-ne was about to be fatally attacked, she tackled him out of the kainde amedha’s line of fire. She probably doesn’t realize this is a ritual trial, thinking she’s helping someone who’s in danger.

That in itself is curious enough… that she would put her own life at possible risk to try and defend a stranger. Add into the mix that A’su-ne is also a very alien being, and that he’s doing battle with a very alien being, and the human female’s choice becomes even odder.

“A human?” Peyaad’s mandibles tighten against her mouth in clear disgust. “‘Pauk’ is right, I should go down there and cleave her in two!”

Iyith raises a hand toward her. “No, you should not.” His voice is markedly firm, and the look he shoots her way is equal in intensity. “Do you notice that she lacks a weapon? Attacking her would be pointless and dishonorable.”

Peyaad sputters for a few heartbeats. It’s a miracle she doesn’t flare her mandibles at him, with how angry she looks. “Wha ― but it ― this is ― she interfered with my pupil’s Hunt!!”

“Humans don’t Hunt,” he retorts, hitting several buttons to open the ship’s outer doors. “She has no idea that’s what is going on. All she knows is that she saw someone who appeared to be in danger, and attempted to help. We should be grateful for such mercy from someone who could just as easily have fled in terror.”

“You… you don’t intend to go down there and speak to her, do you?!”

For the second time, he fixes her with a hard gaze before fastening his own bio-helmet on. “I outrank you, Peyaad. You dishonor my position and experience by passing judgment on my actions. You’re lucky I take context into account and don’t deny Young Bloods passage for a simple misunderstanding… or for the comments of their instructors.”

He can only imagine how much she wants to explode at him, as he walks off toward the doors. Thankfully, she knows that talking back to an Elder once their mind is made up would make one a glutton for punishment at best. (Not that he’s particularly violent or petty, but like all Elders, he doesn’t take kindly to being disrespected.)

Exiting the ship, he can hear A’su-ne arguing, in broken English and a little Yautja, with the human woman, as well as the growling of the kainde amedha they’re both still trying to avoid being hit by. He thinks A’su-ne tried to push her off, and she jumped right back to get him out of the way of another lunge from the kainde amedha.

“I was just trying to help you! That thing’s trying to take a bite out of you!”

“Don’t need help! My Hunt! My kill! Soft meat stay out!”

“Wh… hey, shit, look out!”

“Pauk!!! GET OFF!”

With one well-aimed, controlled shot from Iyith’s plasmacaster, the kainde amedha which was about to pounce on A’su-ne and the human is dispatched. He sees A’su-ne’s head snap up in shock, though the human does the same thing.

Gods… those eyes. Because she’s not wearing a helmet of any kind, it affords him a clear, unobstructed view of her face. Her eyes almost look right through him and strike him down, so wide and bright and staring right at him.

“H… hey! Hey, it’s okay! That thing’s dead, we’re fine now!” Most likely realizing that the threat has been dealt with, she hops up off of A’su-ne and reaches a hand toward him. Probably an effort to help him up… and it’s rebuffed, the Young Blood smacking her hand away as he gets to his feet.

He lets out a grunt as he turns toward the now-dead kainde amedha, then gives the human woman a low growl. “Ruined!” he hisses in English, before switching to Yautja to speak with his superior. “This interloper distracted me and dishonored my Hunt by meddling in it! Why did you take my kill instead of shooing her away?!”

“Don’t question me, pup.” Iyith ensures his voice is just as stern with A’su-ne as it was with Peyaad. The young ones have even less business to be talking back to him than Elites. “Your chiva today was brought to a stop as soon as she stepped in. There wouldn’t have been any salvaging it, so the creature had to be killed quickly lest things get out of hand.”

A’su-ne huffs. “So, this means I fail!”

Iyith grabs A’su-ne by the shoulder, physically pulling him in the direction of the ship. “What it means is we try again tomorrow. We consider this neither a success nor a failure. Circumstances beyond your control led to a forfeit, so tomorrow’s chiva will be counted as your first.”

The Young Blood clicks his tusks in irritation, turning back to face Iyith. “But, sir―!”

“Unless you prefer this to count as a failure? Peyaad would consider that a fair ruling, I’m sure.” Iyith tilts his head and arches his back, daring the young one to challenge him further.

He won’t, if he’s smart. Anyone standing up to an Elder better have a damn good reason, particularly a Young Blood, and having to reschedule a chiva because of local inhabitants isn’t a damn good reason. It’s barely a reason.

A’su-ne growls lowly, and he slumps down in sort-of agreement. Though he’s obviously not happy, he’s also apparently not dumb or brave enough to continue arguing. “We’ll try again tomorrow, same time, same area?”

“Yes. Now, return to the ship, and inform Peyaad and Ma-tha’yta that I’ll be back in a few moments. I have to speak to the human and collect the body of the kainde amedha.”

“… Very well.” The young one turns to head back to the ship, but not before flaring his mandibles and offering another hiss to the human.

As soon as he’s gone, Iyith’s attention is drawn back to the human. She’s been watching the two of them talk with clear wonder, instead of fleeing the first chance she got while they were distracted. Her clothes and skin and even hair are stained with dirt and grass from her rolling around trying to protect A’su-ne. Though she’s missing wounds and a weapon, she almost looks as if she’s been through a chiva herself.

He can’t stop himself from thinking that… she’s intriguing. The curious glimmer in her eyes is attractive, and the accompanying reminder that she just tried to defend a complete stranger piques his interest. With few exceptions, no Yautja would get in the way of another’s Hunt, even (and perhaps especially) if it looked like they were struggling. Outside a Hunt is a different matter, in that almost every one of them would assist if they were able.

This human, though. Would she have been able to fight a kainde amedha? Even if she worked with A’su-ne as she seemed to be assuming would happen? Did she have any kind of plan? It wouldn’t appear she did. And yet, she jumped right in to help him because she thought he was going to be hurt.

He doesn’t think most humans would risk their own life for that of someone they didn’t know.

She’s… still staring at him, too. No moves have been made to go anywhere; in fact, once she processes that A’su-ne has left, she actually takes a step forward. “I, um… I… interrupted something, didn’t I? I-I mean… I couldn’t understand what you were saying, but… he, uh, seemed upset.”

Iyith lifts a hand to flip the translator on his bio-helmet, so his words come out in English. (Although he can speak it fairly fluently, or at least better than any of his current companions, he needs to lower the chances of being misunderstood in any way he can right now.) “He will be fine.”

He trudges toward the kainde amedha’s body, and puts a wristblade through its head to ensure it’s truly been killed. He didn’t doubt his own capabilities… however, past experience has taught him to be careful. “Slaughtering this creature was his final test to become a full warrior. He is acting like a child because we must now try again tomorrow.”

“Oh… oh! Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. He was supposed to kill that thing?” She frowns as she watches him, though her stance suggests she’s more embarrassed by the fact that she interfered. “So… me bursting in here to help him… was kind of like cheating. Shit, I didn’t mean to do that… I just… I thought…”

“He was in a fight for his life? Do not worry. The boy’s teacher and I were watching, and I assumed that was where your thoughts were.” The body is hefted up onto his shoulder, then he turns to face her again. Looking at her through the bio-helmet filters isn’t a completely accurate picture, but it’s enough. He can see those eyes of hers, and… heat rising in her face? Shame, he thinks.

His heart goes out to her, feeling humiliated over a simple misunderstanding. She didn’t mean to meddle in someone’s last rite of passage. “Please do not be upset,” he assures her as he straightens up. “One more lesson in patience will not kill the pup.”

“Oh, I’m not… I mean, well, I just…” Hm. Maybe she’s not really feeling shame… flustered, perhaps? Just feeling awkward about the whole situation? He doesn’t really blame her. Anyone would feel a bit out of place after learning they’d interfered in someone else’s ritual. “Aaaaah, I’m just, sorry, you know? I really was just trying to help him.”

Iyith nods, turning to head back to the ship. “All is forgiven. And despite your efforts resulting in this trial being null and void, I appreciate the fact that you were willing to defend someone you thought was in danger. It was a very honorable thing to do.”

Most other Yautja aren’t so wordy even when showing respect or gratitude for a human, he’s fairly sure. He’s not often verbose himself… there’s just something about this woman that draws him in. It makes him just want to talk to her.

When he looks at her, her face is flushed with heat again. She’s looking at him with those eyes, tilting her head, hands clasped and fidgeting in front of her chest. The image of her through his bio-helmet merges with how he imagines the details of her appearance to look. She’s beautiful, much different than a female Yautja, and just so… exotic.

“So, um!” When he moves to head back to the ship, she hurries to keep pace with him. She nearly trips over some rocks or patches of grass in the process, but that doesn’t stop her. “You… said you’ll be back tomorrow? I won’t barge in on his test again or anything, buuut…”

It’s Iyith’s turn to tilt his head. Does she want to watch the chiva? Allowing her to see the entire thing on purpose isn’t something he can reasonably agree to. It’s a breach of their honor code. A small one… still, he wouldn’t be a Yautja Elder if he didn’t have honor even for the smallest things.

She stumbles again, though the smile she’s adopted doesn’t waver. “I, uh, I mean… God, I’m so bad at introductions. My name is (Name). What’s yours?”

He can feel his tusks clicking in amusement and curiosity. She’s something else, that’s for certain. “You may call me Iyith. I apologize, but this trial is a ritual for our young ones. This was an accident, so I cannot fault you… however, you cannot be allowed to simply witness it.”

“Oh… oh, no, no! I don’t want to… I mean, sure, it’s interesting, but I don’t wanna… you know, I don’t wanna get in your guys’ business or anything.” She pauses near the ship doors now that they’re both close enough. As soon as she looks up, even though her eyes widen in shock, she steps back as if to give space to him and the ship. “I’m… just kind of interested in you, more than anything.”

… Ah. Interested in… him. Personally. Not the ritual, not his species’ secrets or technology, him as an individual. Or, at least that seems to be what she’s saying.

Plenty of people have been interested in him. Typically for nothing more than breeding or his Hunting stories. The attention is nice, up to a point. He’s never let anyone very close.

But this human, this (Name), she’s so genuine and blunt about the fact that she’s fascinated by him. How far does that fascination go? Would she be satisfied with a night of sex and to hear about his Hunts? Would she dig for something deeper than that? … Romance? Is that what she means?

He doesn’t know. It’s been so long since he let anyone in with those intentions, he… actually may never have let someone in that way.

He’s so old and has been through so much by this point, he doesn’t know if he could let anyone in that way. He doesn’t know if he could do so much as try.

This woman, though… he can’t deny that her bravery and kindness have him as interested in her as she is in him.

What if? something in the back of his mind whispers.

“We will conduct his do-over at the same time and in the same area,” he murmurs, stepping up into the ship. “If you are here one… hour, is the way you humans measure time?”

“Oh… oh, yeah, hour! That’s sixty minutes, and minutes are sixty seconds… and a second is, like, you know, boop, just the time it takes you to say… ‘one’! Haha, um, yeah.”

Oh, she is definitely not like anyone he’s ever met before. “A second is that long… so, it is like a heartbeat. One second, one heartbeat. One minute is sixty heartbeats, and one hour is sixty minutes.”

“Yep, that’s it. So… I should be here, um, an hour after the time it is now?”

“Roughly.” Briefly he considers if this might be a bad idea. Even if it is, he can handle it. “You cannot see the Hunt from start to finish, but if you happen to see the end of it, that… is a grey area. I ask you to avoid coming too close if it seems to still be in progress. If he passes earlier than that… I will return here to meet you.”

Her face lights up. Not in the same heat from before, but the way her eyes sparkle so much he can see it even with his current settings, the way her shoulders shoot up to her ears, the way her whole body seems to be unable to contain her excitement.

“That sounds great! Oh, wow… well.” She takes a breath, apparently to try and calm herself down. Presumably the last thing she wants is to overwhelm him with her feelings. “I, um, I guess you probably have to go now, but… but I’m really looking forward to seeing you again. Um. Iyith, am I saying that right?”

He lets his tusks click again, among a hum of thought. “Very close. Goodbye, then.”

She raises a hand, and although he might take that as something violent if he were any more aggressive a person, he recognizes it as a human gesture. Something to greet with and part with. A… wave?? “See you later! Uh, have a good day!”

As he trudges back onto the ship, he can’t help himself from thinking about what tomorrow might bring.

Something new, for certain.

Perhaps he’s ready for something new.

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@gokyacetakal said: Not a Yautja boy, but I will give you hugs. Dude I’m so sorry for the trauma You went theough!

thank you for the hugs and all!!

that incident must have been like ten years ago, if not a little longer, though I can’t blame it entirely on that; I can remember hating wind and sudden loud noises since I was a kid

but thank you v much! there’s not nearly as much wind tonight so I’m doing much better at the moment <3

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finally found a Yautja ASMR that actually satisfies me and is doing a great job at making me feel calm and protected uwu

like really listening to Yautja clicking and purring.............. it’s so good

making me have thoughts that are half horny bitch and half fluffy marshmallow 😂😂😂

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it’s very windy where I am, the power already went out once earlier this week

and I need a big strong Yautja boy to come protect me and distract me because I am TERRIFIED of heavy winds

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FINALLY watched AVP Requiem in full with Mom yesterday!

and, well, I mean... definitely not my favorite HOLY HELL they filmed it so freaking dark it was hard to fucking SEE ANYTHING

but I gotta admit, Wolf was DEFINITELY the best part of the movie

as if there was any doubt!

Predator movie actually focusing on Yautja and their culture instead of human drama bullshit... when???

(I mean, me being a Yautja/human enthusiast, there’s obv a time for that stuff, but if I’m watching a Predator movie, I want the main focus TO BE ON THE PREDATORS!! h e c k)

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I still suck at drawing Yautja faces, so in lieu of full designs, have torso designs of my Yautja twins to show off their markings!

Cache is the younger one on the left and he’s albino, Noche is the older one on the right and he’s not albino

they’re both basically just Yautja frat boys who don’t have a care in the world, New Bloods who run on 10000% confidence (or so they’d have you believe)

by virtue of being a few minutes older Noche is more intense and intimidating, simply because he doesn’t speak much and has a one-track mind (he’s insecure about his English as well as his speaking voice in general, and he’s VERY focused as soon as he locks in on something) but he’s actually a pretty gentle person, considerate more than anything given that he takes the approach of observing things and people quite a bit

and Cache being slightly younger is often more laidback than his brother, infinitely curious toward literally everything he doesn’t already have knowledge of, he talks a LOT whether in English or in Yautja, even if someone is trying to shut him up it probably won’t happen (he doesn’t really like the silence, it tends to make him nervous and on edge), but he’s also got a pretty sunny, optimistic disposition, if he’s laughing you will be too soon enough

Cache’s dreads are longer, but Noche’s are thicker

they’re technically fraternal since one of them is albino and one isn’t, but other than that, their body types are actually fairly identical

Noche gets cold easier though, which is why he also wears thermal netting on his legs in addition to around his middle, and you might notice his torso thermal netting comes all the way down where Cache’s cuts off to leave a few inches of exposed skin

they’re also on the more lithe side for Yautja? like obviously they’re still muscular and strong as fuck but they’re just a lil leaner than some of their peers

anyway they love each other because FUCK YEAH BROS and they’re always up for a tag-team of any kind!!!

which one of them would you go for?? ... or both??? <3

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@elizabethmoon82 said: Oh my gosh I love this!!!! Are you going to make a fic about him? I really like the name Lyith too

awww thank you!!! :D

hmm, if you’re interested I could definitely do something with him! is there anything specific you’d like to see~?

aaaand settled! Iyith it is, it has a ring to it!

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I feel all blah from my booster shot but I had an idea for a Wolf x reader (and City Hunter x reader that I already started) that I might try to do

probably won’t be very long but I love grumpy grampa Wolf and wanna smooch him <3

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Cache and Noche, sitting here trying to do their makeup:

S/O: hey guys??

Cache: you watched that video too, right?

Noche: sure did little bro, says we're winters

Cache: hell yeah we are!

S/O:

S/O:

S/O:

S/O: you guys are putting lipstick on your eyelids

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Ok then, I need sweet Young male predator x female human reader playing hide and go camo scenario please! With lots of giggling and cute invisible tickling and the game ends with them lying in rhe grass,sharing a smooch? I also realized just how hot a nsfw version of hide and go camo would be too lol. Lots of invisible groping, butt slapping and erotic licks and kisses in certain places lol. Also, them doing the do while Preda-stud is in camo mode hnnnngh. <3

oh you got it!!!

new-ish boy Caidell coming in! Yautja party boy, up for anything XD

nsfw hide and go camo yessssss I love it! that would be lots of fun~

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Even though Caidell knows he and the rest of his team are here on Earth with official business, even they have to rest sometime. His superiors have let him know that he’s free to do as he pleases during rest time, as long as it doesn’t interfere with when he’s supposed to be working.

Wisely or unwisely, ‘as he pleases’ almost directly translates to you.

Obviously you have no objections to it yourself. It’s not exceedingly rare that you get to spend time with him, but as the two of you are different species with your own drastically different lives, you’re going to take every chance you can get to do things with him without pressure hanging over either of your heads.

“Oh, noooo,” you sigh dramatically, hands on your hips as you look around the forest. Ever since you teased him about it that first time, this has become one of his favorite games to play when you’re both together. At least you’re good at it. “I lost my boyfriend! Where’d he go? Baaaaabe? Ah, not again! Curse this advanced camouflage technology! Baaaaaaaaaabe!”

A giggle meets your ears in Caidell’s voice, followed by a shimmering silhouette as he moves. Truth be told, the cloaking tech isn’t perfect. Aside from shorting out if it meets water, every time he moves, there’s a rippling outline of him. If you were really, truly distressed about not being able to see him and trying to find him, it actually wouldn’t be that difficult. Where the older two (Mauh’kaar and Vihro, if you’re remembering their names correctly) have better strategies of working with their tech’s flaws, your boyfriend just doesn’t have enough practice with it yet to realize he’s slightly visible unless he’s standing still.

… Well, either that, or he’s just playful. That seems to be a predominant trait of his personality.

You glance in his direction, though you’re unsure of whether or not you’re looking at his eyes or anything. “Oh, I thought I heard him. Where could he be? Caidell?”

He laughs again, and in a flash, there are strong arms around your waist. You still can’t quite see him, but you know he’s there. He seems to be biting back laughter as he gently presses his claws against your stomach.

The squeak that leaves your mouth is something you don’t think you could have held back even if you tried. “Oh, my God! Is that you, babe? I can’t see you! This is so weird!”

Before you can say or do anything else, he starts to tickle you. Now that he’s got you in his arms, he apparently wants to tease you even further. Not that you can complain, of course; that he’s trying to play around with you is actually very cute. And did he get the idea to tickle you like this all on his own? You’ve never done it to him or even mentioned it before.

You start laughing, and you can hear him giggling next to your ear. Moreover, you can feel his breath on your skin. It’s different than the way a human breathes, it’s warmer, and a little heavier, and he’s so close that parts of his tusks are just barely touching you. “Weird?”

“Yeah!” Your voice comes out light and strained simply by your laughter.“Weird! Strange, odd, different!”

“Oh, weird. … Weird fun!”

You lean back, and when you do, you can feel his mandibles light against the top of your head. Just like always, he’s simply trying to enjoy the downtime. You can’t even really complain about this, because he’s always such a joy to be with. It’s crazy where he gets all these different ideas… seriously, who would have thought a mighty alien race of Hunters would make use of his camouflage gear to play hide and seek?? You would have been surprised if Caidell would be willing to play a game of traditional hide and seek.

… Then again, he’s always been down for pretty much anything. Maybe it shouldn’t be a shock.

“Yeah, weird is fun sometimes! It’s really fun with you,” you add. It’s a little odd, and exciting, when you tilt your headback to see nothing even when you can so clearly feel him there.

His tusks click together, accompanied by raspy laughter and a sort-of-kiss to your forehead. “With you!”

Before long the two of you descend into a communal fit of giggles, and it’s not too long before you find yourself being carried back to the camp he and his superiors have made for the night. Caidell seems shameless as ever despite the other two being fairly close, lying down in the grass to cuddle you. He finally disables his cloaking tech ― almost definitely because Vihro barks at him in Yautja, something that carries the same weight as, “That shit isn’t a toy, so stop clowning around!”

As fun as that was, you can’t deny that you’re happy to see Caidell’s face again. He’s so eager to nuzzle against you, and you think you see a glimmer of pride in his eyes when you call him your handsome boy. The way his eyes flutter shut when you stroke his dreadlocks is so cute. You’re also pretty sure you can hear (and feel) him purring against you.

“We’ll have to do that again sometime, huh?” you hum as you nestle into his chest.

“Again! Not now…” He cranes his neck to look at Vihro and Mauh’kaar, who look to be doing some type of paperwork on their wrist devices. Not paying attention to the two of you directly, but you’re sure they know exactly what you’re doing. “What is ooman word… don’t like have fun? Murder everyone else fun??”

“… Um,a buzzkill?”

He nods, and repeats the word with a clicking of his tusks. “Buzzkill! Yes.” Then he dips his head down, moving his mandibles in a way that means he’s silently begging for a kiss.

So of course, you give him one. It’s probably a weird sight, with you first kissing his tusks before he flares them apart so you can kiss the inside of his mouth. (It’s not quite the same as if he had lips, but it’s close enough to satisfy both of you.) As you do, he slides his arm down to rest around your hip.

And like always, he leans into the kiss, pressing in with all his energy even despite not being able to return the kiss traditionally. It’s almost as if he is given the passion he puts into it. “Mmmmh. Weird fun, but this fun too.”

“Yeah, this is fun.” You close your eyes and snuggle in against him. “Do you think it’s time for sleep now? Would that be fun?”

“Hmmmmm…” He rests his chin on top of your head, curling his whole body around you. Fun-loving as he is, he’s still very protective. “Sleep fun. More fun later.”

… Oh, yes, for sure. Much more fun later; you have too many ideas to let them go to waste.