#Predator grounds

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The predator grounds (old man Logan)

Old man!Alpha! Logan x reader

Warnings: prey/predator, forced heats and ruts, sexual, smut, angst, age gap, claiming, swearing, nicknames, logan lets his feral side out, chubby reader, Logan’s a strong man babes he can throw you around 🫶🏻

I need help xD

It’s too hot when you wake up. The old smelting plant shed is usually cold and unable to hold heat during the cooler days. You also notice your bed is rather uncomfortable and there are sticks or stones digging in your back. You shoot up, eyes wide as you look around the forest. You’re not in your bed, you’re not at the smelting plant with Logan, Caliban or Charles. Where the fuck are you?!

You try not to panic, but it fails. Your heart rate picks up sweat rolls down your temples. It’s so hot out here. You gulp softly standing up on shaky legs and that’s when you feel it, the embarrassing wetness sliding between your thighs. You go bright red pressing your thighs together more to stop the slick going down your thigh. You figure this is some sick joke or maybe Charles finally lost it and his powers are going haywire. This feels all too real and why the hell would the old telepath make you in heat? You jolt looking to the left then right, you’re not alone. There’s heavy breathing nearby and your flight or fright senses are in freeze mode before you hear an angered cry and the slice of blades. You know that noise to well and relief floods you as you head over to the noise. Logan’s kneeling over the man’s corpse panting heavily claws still in the man’s chest. You approach carefully but freeze when you smell it, he’s in rut. He was an old alpha so you figured you wouldn’t have to deal with that anymore but fucking hell he smells so good. It’s old, woodsy, cigar smoke, leather and that whiskey he drinks all the time. It’s not something you usually like but on him, it smells like fucking sex and heaven. You’re afraid to make yourself known, he’s your sworn protector swore to your father that’d he’d never let anything happen to you and nothing has happened till now. You knew him since you were a younger teen, growing up around during those awkward years wasn’t exactly fun till you hit twenty’s and calmed down a bit till your father died and you lived with him. His alpha scent was always uniquely him, despite being dull from age you still caught it every time you went past him.

“Logan” you call softly and he growls turning back teeth bared like an animal as he stares at you for a moment before recognition kicks in. His claws retract his hands blooded as he stands off the corpse and goes to approach. He stops though his nose flaring eyes pinned on you, boots rooted to the forest floor under him.

“Somethings- something happened I don’t know I woke up a few moments ago” you explain but you’re finding it increasingly hard to focus. He smells too good it makes you want to submit, neck bared and presenting to him so he can fuck you, give you what you need. You glance down regretting it when you see the hard outline in his jeans and gulp. He doesn’t speak and you start to worry, you’ve known Logan to be more animalistic during his attack mode. You jolt though hearing a noise and smelling another alpha in rut nearby. Logan growls fucking growls loudly at whoever’s approaching and suddenly he’s at your back strong arm around your waist. He’s panting heavily and he’s so warm against you. He makes sure not to press his lower half into you and it makes you want to whine and press your ass back just to feel it. You see another man, another alpha in heat with a crazed look in his eyes before he sees Logan and backs away. You figured Logan would be seen as a powerful alpha, not one to trifle with but watching it happen makes you even more wet. Logan pulls away abruptly though like you’ve burnt him or something and you frown turning back to him.

“What is this?” You ask as he looks around with a clenched jaw.

“One happened years ago, when I was at the school, all the alphas and omegas of legal age were forced into rut and heat. Woke up in the forest, like some sort of fucking mating grounds for humans” he growls and you freeze he’s been here before?

“You’ve been here before?” You ask and he looks grimly.

“No, but I killed the son of a bitch who started it. Saved the few mutants and humans” he shrugs tensely.

“Ok, so-“ you trail body shuddering as you feel a wave of want go over you.

“Fuck” you mutter moving to the closest tree and putting your hand on it to steady yourself. You haven’t had a heat in a few years, due to living with Logan.

“What’s wrong?” He says gravely but doesn’t make a move to go over.

“The fuck you think is wrong!” You growl at him before apologising and turning so your backs facing him. You need to get a grip, your legs are shaking and you desperately, desperately feel the urge to jump the older alphas bones.

“We need to get out of the open” He states and you nod idly.

“Ok” you say simply and he grunts before he starts walking apparently having better self control than you ever will.

You follow him for a while your vision dances on clear and blurry, your whole body shakes with need and you’re thinking about just lying on the forest floor curling in a ball and hoping the earth will swallow you. You feel so desperate to touch yourself, bring yourself an orgasm so you feel some form of release. Then your mind wanders, Logan’s hand over you, his beard scratching you deliciously his cock-

“Here” you frown focusing as you see him head inside a cave. How the hell did he even find that? He heads inside, grunts, waves you in and you go inside collapsing against the cool rock and groaning. Your legs hurt, your whole body hurts, you feel overly needy.

“Fuckers” he growls and you frown seeing him going through a crate. He pulls out water and rations and you glare at them, fuckers indeed.

“Here” he walks over holds the bottle to you and you breathe him in as you take the bottle your fingers brushing his. It sends a jolt through your body and his eyes stare at you a haze going over them before he shakes his head and stalks away.

“I think, I officially wanna die” you say jokingly, sort of, after some silence sipping on the water occasionally. Logan growls lowly in a warning tone that you’ve never heard and look to him.

“Don’t say that” he snaps and you frown at him. He’s tense, tenser than normal, his eyes are staring at the entrance and he’s got a layer of sweat covering him. You wanna go over there let your omega scent flood his senses so he calms down and clings to you, his nose buried in your neck. You whine at the thought not realising you whined out loud till Logan’s head snaps to look at you and you feel yourself turn ten shades redder and hold your breath.

“Cramp” you lie and he nods stiffly and looks away. You let out your breath with a small huff and press yourself against the cold rock some more.

“What do we do?” You ask not bothering to look at him. He doesn’t answer though and you look at him seeing his grim face as he studies the ground, he doesn’t know, he hasn’t got a clue and neither do you.

next part ->

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The eyes are the windows to our soul

My Predator Hunting Grounds characters running into each other 🤭

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I love you fat Yautja

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Thought I'd post some gifs of my boy

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Votan

Commission for @symbioticyautja of his awesome yautja oc, Votan!

This piece was so much to illustrate, and I hope you love it!

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Another edit for the Yautja lady lovers

Tumblr is definitely going to bug and fuck with the quality a bit so I apologise in advance

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Predator grounds (Cooper Howard)

Alpha!Cooper Howard (pre-war)x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB dynamics, vault tech things, forced heats/ruts, eventual smut, age gap, angst? Experiments, needles, drugs

Omega forcer a chemical injected in the blood stream to induce a heat

Alpha forcer a chemical injected into the blood stream to induce a rut

Swear I’ll continue Wasteland heat. Later xD

Cheery music wakes you up, the happy song much too loud for you to be waking up.

“Good morning Vault 18” a feminine calls and you groan at it. Your head pounds your body hurts and it’s overly hot. Wait. Vault?

Your eyes open staring at a cream coloured painted steel ceiling, you take a small breath like you forgot to breathe and get hit with alpha in rut. You sit up quickly ignoring the way the room spins momentarily and who you see isn’t who you expect. Cooper Howard an actor you work for is sitting on the other side of the room knees up, arms on his knees and his head down. He’s wearing one of those silly vault suits.

“Mr Howard?” You call and he snaps his head up before the speaker rings.

“By now you’ve all probably woken up and wondering what is happening!” The woman’s voice is too cheery, to overly happy for whatever shit show this so. You rest your hands on your stomach feeling it clenching and unclenching.

“Let me formally welcome you to vault 18, our most successfully built breeding station!” Her words make you freeze, breeding station?

“You’ve all been injected with the respective alpha and omega forcers! You’ve been asleep for 200 years! and now it’s time to repopulate the earth!” She laughs happily like a giggly child while your face goes blank as does your mind.

Frozen? For 200 years? Omega and alpha forcers?

“Wait-“ you mutter glancing to Mr Howard who hasn’t moved from his position.

Your mind reels back, back to when you were walking home one late evening and you got a call from vault tech before someone knocked you out. You’ve been out for 200 years?!

You were leaving set later than usual, Mr Howard had stayed behind to and you chatted a bit while you finished paper work and what not. It’d been nice having the older alpha around his scent was a calming mix of honey whiskey and those alpha undertones. You’d always had a crush on him, his cheeky smiles and winks but you think he saw you more as a daughter than anything, a role model to his real child Janey from a previous marriage. Maybe he just enjoyed a woman’s company. And now he was currently sitting in the same vault room with you induced in a rut and you in heat.

“Breakfast is coming soon! Enjoy!” The woman’s cuts off and the soft music resumes. You glance to the alpha hells his scent is everything intoxicating and inviting at once. You’re also in a vault suit, blue and yellow, zipped up. The windows have been covered by curtains. You hesitate but slowly stand and move them back slightly. You suck in a breath seeing across the vault hallway another room, curtains not drawn and a couple on the kitchen counter, her face down with him behind. You close the curtains quickly cheeks a flame.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to see that, so I closed them” Coopers voice reaches your ears, he sounds tired and a little rougher than normal.

“Mr Howard-“ you say but don’t know how to finish.

“I won’t touch you” he says and it sounds strained almost making you gulp. The thought makes you sadden that he wouldn’t touch you, you knew he was a man of his word, but it didn’t hurt any less.

“This’ll be over in a week, that’s how long my heats last so, um, maybe I’ll just sleep in the tub?” You try to rationalise, you glance around at the kitchen, dining table and lounge all set up neatly. You remember seeing these types of rooms in vault 4 when Cooper Howard was doing a shoot in there.

“You’re not going to sleep on the tub” he gives you a stern look his voice annoyed before his face softens.

“Sorry sweetheart, we’ve been asleep for 200 years and then thrown into this” the pet name makes you tense, he always had pet names for you.

“It’s ok, I understand, I don’t understand this, but I understand your feelings” you babble out and curse yourself silently before a noise makes you jolt.

“Breakfast!” A man says as he slides a tray through the food hole in the door. You go over first when Cooper gestures to it and take the plate.

“You’ve got snacks already stored up in the cupboards and fridge, but you’ll get three fresh meals a day brought to you!” He says it so happily like he isn’t affected by the pheromones flying everywhere. Cooper takes his tray once you retreat to the other side of the room.

You eat and place the tray by the kitchen sink before retreating to the opposite end of them room. It’s hard to sit still, luckily you’re sort of hiding behind the double bed, two pillows under you. You squirm and try to press your thighs together, it’s hard to focus on not crawling across the room and forcing him to do something. You’d hate yourself if you did that, he’d hate you too and the last thing you want is for him to hate you. You wondered if you were lucky to get placed with someone you knew, someone gentlemanly, kind and compassionate, not like the couple across from you. Thankfully these Vaults are sound proof, you remember Cooper saying that in an advertisement. You sneak a peak at the alpha who stares at his plate, gosh he’s probably missing his little Janey and probably his wife even if they’re separated. He shouldn’t be here stuck in a room both induced with forcers. You glance around the room, a normal vault room set up, maybe there’s some paper and pens you could huddle into your corner to doodle on. What you really want is a shower and he is on the side of the shower near the door. You glance between him and the bathroom a few times wondering if you could just run in, slam the door shut and bathe.

“Mr Howard?” You speak up and his eyes snap to yours like you startled him again.

“Sorry, I uh I’d like to shower?” You say and he frowns probably wondering why you’re asking him.

“Oh, yeah of course” he realises your dilemma and stands to move. He shuffles out the way and you practically run into the bathroom and slam the door shut before sagging and sighing. You glance down at the door realising there is no handle, it’s just a swinging piece of metal on hinges. You back away from the door and it slowly moves open making you curse it. You press it close so it hits the frame but it just keeps opening. You gather some towels to force the door to stay shut and sigh turning the fan on and the water on. You tug off your suit, white singlet and underwear before glancing hesitantly at the mirror. You take a small breath and look. You haven’t changed, not a bit, nothings different, you’re not older, withered, hell you probably look healthier. You glance at your body seeing the same no changes before you step into the shower. You sigh in contentment as soon as the warm spray hits you, you hum and close your eyes this is, quite literally the first shower you’ve had in two hundred years. There’s only unscented shampoo, conditioner and soap, making you miss the fancy soaps you had bought before all this. There’s a toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet under the sink after you shower. You brush your teeth while you dry off before grabbing a towel to dry yourself off properly. You curse yourself inwardly, you forgot a new pair of clothes. You gulp, move the towels and turn the fav off before peering out the door.

“Mr Howard?” You call.

“I um, I forgot clothes, could you grab me some? Please?” You press your head against the wall hearing him shuffle, open a drawer and close it before his footsteps come over. You back up from the door forgetting it doesn’t stay closed. Cooper lays the clothes down in front of the door avoiding looking at you and walks away. You let go of the breath you were holding and snag the clothes up and force the towels to hold the door again, this was going to be torture.

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The Death Of Nomad (short comic)

Before anyone yells at me, this IS NOT CANON FOR NOMAD’S MAIN LORE. This is in the PHG universe. You can go harass @thenomadclan for more information since he commissioned me to make this.

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It was a work accident 🫠

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New wife material just dropped.

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Predator Hunting Grounds - Viking Predator by Ivan Dedov

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im obsessed with pomni cus shes one of the most multifaceted characters ive ever seen in a way that doesnt feel so contradictory that its inconsistent. she is nice but also shes impatient and snippy but also her response to stress is to stop thinking OR to bolt OR to start hitting things and launching herself at things and which of these she picks is almost completely random except for the slight degree that what is scaring her influences which one it is. she is jaded but also she is not jaded. she is easily frightened but can also handle being extremely scared for a long time. under mild pressure she can work on solving problems relatively calmly. shes selfish but also she tries to help when she can. she is an asshole under pressure. she is shockingly quiet and casual under normal circumstances. shes not receptive to reassurance half the time but the other half of the time she appreciates it. she is distrustful of others. shes severely logical but also spends a lot of time too stressed to think and is easily confused. she is very observant and can put things together in her environment but also she has no clue whats going on and is often guessing. she knows what larping and collisions are and how to exploit design flaws in the game. despite her fearful nature she is calm in social settings. she is bad at socializing but engages in it frequently. she is emotionally intelligent but also has to be not scared first. despite not being quick to comfort she is very good at knowing how to cheer people up. she is comfortable speaking her mind and is extremely blunt. she gets annoyed at inconsistency and things being loud and active and eventful. she hates being in a game it pisses her off and upsets her but also shes the only player weve seen to get EXTREMELY invested in the npcs, even more than ragatha. theres so much to her. theres so much to her i never stop thinking about her

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Falcker

I'm afraid it's not hunting season