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[¿What if a Youngling hurted you on purpouse?]

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Author note: I wanted to write something else about yautjas so there is going to be random "What if" yautja posts sometimes.

Also this idea is from @raccoonsrummagerostrum

I hope you enjoy

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It was a common day for you and you're mate in the clan village, you're mate has came back from hunting a couple of days ago ,and were spending every second together.

Now you two were at the market , looking for some fur coats, since both of you we're going to spend chrismas with you're family ,so you're mate wanted to be as ready as possible for the cold of winter.

In that moment someone hit you on the back of the knee, it hurt but not bad and when you looked you saw a pup, with a small playful and mischievous smile ,spreading his jaws.

When you're mate saw it he growled at the pup, and after the mother came, both of you went back home, an hour later, Mother and pup shwed up at you're door, and the youngling had a bump that made him look like a unicorn.

Then the female made the pup look at you and say:

¿what do you say?

Sowy

¿Why?

Becawse i hitted you..

¿And?

And.. thwats not okey...

You were impressed, but you knew yautja education was different, so you just accepted the little one apologies.

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Im sorry if it was short, i hope you liked it.

Doodle time! Is this stuff y'all are interested in?

Forgot to post backshots of beast

All this talk of breeding and babies has me curious!!!! Maybe a fic where Vic, Uie, and reader DO decide to have a hybrid baby? How would they be as dads?

Daddies

Pairings: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader X Vic'tao (Male Yautja)

Warnings: slight description of birth

Word Count: 2205

Summary: Where we get to see how good Vic'tao and Uihoy are as dads.

Author Note: This was such a cute idea. I will say, they has been a lot of asks about babies happening lately. Is everyone ovulating or something? Ain't complaining, just worried and preparing for another round soon.

Masterlist

Ao3

When they first smelled the change of hormones in you, they buzzed with energy. As a human yourself, you couldn’t tell that early. Their change of attitude towards you concerned you. Not only were they more excited, but they treated a lot more carefully. Like you were glass and one wrong look could break you.

It wasn’t entirely due to the fact you were pregnant. You are a ooman. A pregnany ooman with their child. This was a whole different ballpark they’ve never even thought to step foot into.

One day, you grew to your boiling point.

Rage weaved into your very bones. For the last three months, they’ve acted different. It was like a one-eighty that flipped everything. Here you were, in the middle of the common rooms watching as the two kept their distance. It hurt. But it made you angry.

Hot tears burned your eyes. “What in the hell is wrong?!” you shouted at the top of your lungs. Your voice echoed back at you, bouncing off of the walls. “You won’t touch me. You won’t even look me in the eye anymore! Have I done something wrong?” Not only were anger but fearful you may have done something to mess up everything. You were the one to join their group. The last one to be initiated into the party.

Both of them stopped their retreats and glanced at each other. Confusion flashed upon their unique features. Like they had any reason to be puzzled. It was them causing all of this. Uihoy first broke the eye contact and what seemed to be timidly looked at you. You never thought Uihoy could do anything timid, scared-like in your life.

Your gaze narrowed down on the purple Yautja peering at you with a flickering gaze. “Look at me damnit! Tell me what the hell is wrong?” You couldn’t stop screaming, needing to get this rage out of your system. “Three months, three months without proper touches.” Tears streamed down your cheeks. “Are… are you disgusted by me now?”

Those words cracked not only your heart but theirs as well. Vic’tao made a pained whine and rushed towards you. His knees met the ground before your feet. He went to touch you but stopped shy, pupils narrowing. He didn’t want to touch you.

Pain not only shined in your eyes but expanded across your features. His yellow eyes met yours briefly before he softly rested a hand on your shoulder. The other cupped your chin. The touch was welcomed despite the issues arising currently. You whimpered and turned to nuzzle his hand, relief flooding your system. It has felt like a century since they’ve land their touches on you.

“Tell me, what is wrong? Why have you both drifted away from me?” you softly cried, shoulders jumping with each sob.

Vic’tao’s brows furrowed as if he confused himself of his own actions. That just made you want to bite him. Hard.

Uihoy came to join the two of you and knelt besides Vic’tao, gaze towards the ground. Even he wouldn’t met your eyes. You cried harder and wretched your head from Vic’tao’s touch. It hurt to do so but you didn’t want comfort if they were just going to keep hurting you.

The yellow Yautja chirped to his partner and nudged his shoulder with his own. Now, they weren’t going to speak in English so you could understand the situation.

When you were about to take a step back, the two of them faced you. “Do… do you not know?” Vic’tao questioned and tilted his massive head at you. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Clearly, I don’t fucking know when I don’t understand why you’ve put distance between us. I don’t even remember doing anything wrong. But do enlighten me.” You couldn’t help but be snarky in the moment. They deserved it.

They glanced at one another again for a fleeting moment. Usually, both of their eyes on you would make you nervous. But, you didn’t care this time.

Uihoy jerked his head up. A light bulb appeared over his head. “C’jit. Ooman.” It was like the two of them had a sudden life realization without bringing you up to speed. You kept glaring at the two of them. Then, the purple male scooted closer to you on his knees and softly embraced you.

Despite the anger in your veins powering you, you instantly wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly. “We-we so sorry, little hunter. Little hunter is ooman. Doesn’t smell. Doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand,” he cooed to you and ran a hand up and down your back in soothing strokes. You couldn’t help but feel offended by his words.

You pushed back to look him in the eye. “What does that mean?! Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’m less!” His eyes jumped wide. His head shook wildly to disclaim what you’ve said.

Hands cupped your cheeks and turned your head to face Vic’tao. “No, treasure! That’s not what he’s saying!” Your features twisted with a mixture of confusion and hurt still. Again, you didn’t understand anything that was happening. “You’re pregnant.”

His mouth continued to move but you didn’t hear a word. If it wasn’t for either of their holds on you, you would’ve collapsed to the ground.

Pregnant? But… they’ve told you that was next to impossible. That made sense. Two different species. Both hundreds of thoughts of lightyears away from each other. They surely couldn’t reproduce with each other. It was scientifically impossible to reproduce! But… they just told you, you are pregnant. With their child. Shit, with which one. Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. You were pregnant by them.

Your blurry vision focused onto Vic’tao who was directly in your face. Both of your hands grasped his cheeks and pulled his nose to nose with you. “You’re not lying? I’m pregnant?” You needed to hear it again, to make sure Uihoy or him weren’t lying straight to your face. You had to know.

He grunted with a nod.

Oh my god. You were pregnant. After thinking all this time you would never be with a child – not it bothered you, it was finally happening! You squealed and jumped in place, arms thrusted up into the air. New tears prickled the corner of your eyes. Happy tears.

Then, you tackled Uihoy, nearly taking him down to the floor. Your arms crushed the confused Yautja before he returned the embrace in a soft gesture. You buried your face into his neck and deeply breathed in his scent. How you missed being this close with the two of them.

Next, you wrenched yourself away from him to embrace Vic’tao in the same manner. He didn’t expect the hit and fell onto his back, cradling you in a protective manner. You could care less and breathed in his missed scent as well. You could almost cry from how much you longed for their touch.

After a small miscommunication between the three of you, all was well. They explained to you that female Yautjas are different when pregnant. They didn’t know if it was the same for a human. So, they decided to proceed with caution. Worst of all, both of them thought you knew you were pregnant. A female can sense the change inside of themselves within the first three weeks. Clearly, you didn’t know until they told you.

From that day forward, they were the best to-be-daddies. They waited on foot and hand for you. Whatever you wanted, you didn’t even need to move from the bed or chair. They’ll get it for you. They wanted to show they could not only care for you during a time like this but for the baby as well. Which, you a sit down about.

Besides the cultural differences you already knew existed, you had them explain what happens with a female being pregnant. Females usually were by themselves during the pregnancy unless they had a permanent mate. Since the two of them had never encountered this situation before, they didn’t know how to handle it.

Females would go through the entire pregnancy by themselves. Those more experience would just give birth the same way. First time mothers or those with little under their belt would call upon others for help.

This knowledge made you terrified but amazed at the same time. The fact they could do this all by themselves was phenomenal. Yet, you knew you could never do that. You didn’t want to be alone.

Besides that one miscommunication, life with the boys had been great. Well, for the most part. Of course, with you being pregnant as a human, they didn’t let you go hunting with them anymore. That was the highlight of your days when they would take you out. It was sketchy enough to let you join them but pregnant. They explained to you your scent would draw every predator in. A pregnant creature meant slower prey to those predators.

So, for the rest of the six months or so, you stayed inside the ship. They would take you out during supervised excursions around the ship. But they would never let you leave their sight.

For the pregnancy itself, it wasn’t bad. Your belly grew far quicker than you thought was normal. Both of them wished to take you to a medic to get checked out. Unfortunately, from each other own clans, they heavily disagreed with hybrids. Bringing you into their territory would unfortunately be the death of your child.

It was just the three of you facing the world with a child on the way.

When it came to the birth, the tub was your best friend all the way through. Both of your mates stayed at your sides the entire time. Whatever you needed, they retrieved it within seconds. They allowed for you body to go through its natural course.

Uihoy was the first to scoop up the yellow floating blob in the water. A powerful cry escaped from her tiny lungs. The sound sent relief through all of your veins. Uihoy quickly passes the heavy baby to you and helps you cradle her close. If you didn’t know any better, you would say this was one of the biggest babies you’ve ever seen before.

By the color of her scales, all of you could tell this was Vic’tao’s child. His first one. He likes to say he was a good sport but the first week, he would rub it into Uihoy’s face. The older Yautja would huff and chuckle while shaking his head. He didn’t mind at all. Since it was possible, there was always a chance for the next to be his anyhow.

As for them being dads, you couldn’t ask for anything or anyone else. They stepped up one-hundred and twenty percent to the plate. When you needed a break, one of them would whisk her away. The other, with your consent, would stay at your side and let you sleep for however long you needed.

It was all by trial and error. None of you knew what you were doing. Uihoy has had children before, but the female would go off to do their own thing. Plus, Quir-oe was a hybrid. A mix of both human and Yautja. Figuring out her needs was difficult. Yautjas eat raw meet but humans don’t. Yautjas stomachs are hardier than humans. The last thing you wanted to do was get her sick.

Over time, Quir-oe would grow. Despite your concerns for her to follow the path of a Yautja warrior, you could see that was what she wanted. It was what she needed. She had this drive to hunt.

Both of your mates would switch who would take her out for a hunting trip. Since she could hold up her own head and walk, they would each take her with them. Every time, you were terrified something would happen. You had to accept that fact with your mates that one day they may not come back from a hunt. But this was different, this was your daughter. No, you didn’t love her more than them or vice versa. But it was a different kind of love and need to protect her.

Yet, you couldn’t take her from the hunt.

Like the dads they are, they would take Quir-oe out to teach her.

Despite this being the first time any of you worked as family, it was perfect. You smiled down at the three of them in cuddled together in bed. A filled waterskin in your hand.

Uihoy cracked open an eye and reached out a hand to you. Your family may not be perfect, but it was the best thing you’ve ever hand. You took his hand and let him pull you down. He held your back to his chest and curl around you. All but Quir-oe’s legs were mixed together at the end of the bed. You hummed softly and let your eyes drift shut.

The Yautja behind you buried his face into your neck then stilled. His claws clenched the material of your shirt. You tensed, about to open your mouth to question what was wrong. Uihoy beat you to it.

“You’re pregnant.”

Yautja’s Reaction to His S/O Sexually Teasing Him...

How had he ended up here? Shackled to the bed with his little ooman atop him. He glanced up, testing the manacles. They held strong.

“Se’nok,” you purred, drawing his gaze. He stilled. Dear Paya… His mind went blank.

There you were, hovering atop him, your lips sensually toying with a dreadlock. Your hands smoothed over his chest, trailing to his neck. You inhaled his scent. His head fell back, giving you better access. “Mmm, do you like that?” 

Pauk, yes. He’d never imagined you could garner such control. Oomans are clever, he remembered, making up for their inferior size. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured under his breath.

“What was that?”

“When did you learn to tease, mate?”

You smiled, biting your lip. Slowly, you pressed down to grind yourself against him. “You wanna know my secret?” 

His breathing picked up as you leaned forward. You nibbled at his jaw before whispering in his ear, “Having you all trapped? It does things to me…” 

A low growl rumbled from his chest, his mandibles twitching. You grinned. “Oh, you like that?”

“A yautja female wouldn’t be half as cruel.”

“But I’m not yautja…”

What's it lime being best friends with the slashers? The friendship could've happened before some of the slashers went all murdery or after :]

Being Best Friends with the Slashers:

Thomas Hewitt

You have been friends since childhood. You had met in school, you had been the only one to approach him with any kind words. He was the primary victim of bullying in school but you gave him a chance and met the sweet kid that he truly was.

It's the two of you against the world. Ever since your first meeting in school, it's been the two of you. The bullies soon started bullying you as well, for being friends with Thomas, but you never seemed to mind too much. As long as you and Tommy had each other, you would get through anything. It wasn't long before Thomas started growing, quickly becoming the biggest kid in school and therefore the most intimidating. If anyone dared to say a bad word about you, they'd get an intimidating glare from Thomas and soon back off. But he always believed that it was him who needed you more than you needed him, you were his rock.

You are an unofficial Hewitt. You met the family during the later years of school, when you're parents let you walk home alone and you could go to your friend's house. Luda May loved you and treated you as her own, Hoyt and Monty were more neutral but admittedly it was nice that Thomas had somebody outside of the family. Luda May tells you pretty consistently that you are family.

You're offered a place in their home if you don't want to leave town. Once you're adults, you don't lose touch or grow apart. It's still the two of you against the world. So, when everyone starts leaving the dying town, the Hewitts offer you a place in their home. If you accept the offer, you might as well change your name to Hewitt because you definitely are one.

If you did leave town with the others, you come back to see Thomas and are welcomed back with open arms. While it would hurt, Thomas would understand if you left town when everyone else did, wanting you to have a good life. He's more surprised when you end up on their doorstep, coming to visit them. The whole family accept you back with open arms, especially Thomas (who is absolutely overjoyed to see you again), and if you want to stay this time, Luda May still has your room ready for you.

Michael Myers

You were his only real friend in childhood. He was a pretty quiet kid, nothing too alarming but quiet. Still, you wormed your way into his life until you were actually his friend and he liked having you around. You shared your sweets and toys with him, you told him silly jokes and stories. It was nice to have a friend like you. Then...that one Halloween came around and you watched your best friend be taken away, dressed in the costume you helped him pick and splattered with blood.

Once you were old enough, you began visiting him in Smiths Grove. Of course, your parents never allowed you to visit but once you were old enough to make that decision yourself, you would visit regularly. Michael remembered you, his only friend, and recognised you instantly despite how much you changed. However, you're surprised by how much he changed. Still, he was quiet, silent as you rambled on nervously. After your first meeting didn't go particularly well, staff assumed you wouldn't show your face again, but you visited once a week, your visits then becoming even more frequent. Going to see him whenever you could, falling into a more comfortable companionship.

You're the only person he trusts and Dr Loomis is fascinated by it. Loomis nearly scoffed at you when you first came to visit, nearly laughed at you when you got no response from the stoic man. But you didn't give up easy and every time you came back, the more comfortable Michael seemed to become, until he was communicating with you. Not necessarily talking, but communicating. The doctor couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was like a miracle.

Once he escapes, he comes to you for refuge. You're woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of somebody in your house, you're afraid until you see it's Michael. Just your friend, Michael Myers. It's the first time you hug him since you were kids, since Smiths Grove wouldn't allow that. Michael was tense at first but slowly relaxed into your embrace, not hugging you back but relaxing substantially. At some point, Dr Loomis does show up at your door, believing Michael might seek you out, but you play dumb, telling him that you haven't seen him but you heard about his escaped and hoped he was alright. That just confirms to Michael that he can trust you, just like he could when you were kids.

Jason Voorhees

You were his only friend at camp, always so kind to him. The first day at camp, you had come to his rescue, cutely scolding the other kids and befriending Jason. You didn't care about the way he looked, you didn't ask 'what was wrong with him', you just accepted him as he was and absolutely made his summer. The two of you quickly became close, practically attached at the hip, but you couldn't always be there for him...and you couldn't be there for him on that one faithful day by the lake. You had heard the commotion too late, when you were searching for Jason, and by the time you had reached the end of the dock, it was too late. You called for the camp counsellors, searched wildly for them, tears streaming down your face. You never returned to the camp after that summer.

You never forgot him, visiting the camp after it shut down to pay your respects by the lake. Once the camp shut down, your parents agreed to take you to the camp to say goodbye to your friend. When you became old enough to go by yourself, you did, every year on the anniversary of his death.

His mother loves you. Ever since you became his friend, she was fond of you. After his death, seeing you come to the camp every year, it warmed her heart and was glad somebody cared for her son as much as she did.

He'll gather up the courage to approach you eventually. It's been a couple of years of Jason watching from the treeline as you visit the lake, often with flowers and kind words. Of course, he remembered you. Every time he saw you, he wanted to approach you, to pull you into a hug, his one friend...but he was worried you would be afraid, he wouldn't blame you. But he swore to himself that would eventually gather up the courage to approach you and reunite.

Brahms Heelshire

You were childhood best friends. Your families knew each other and they would often take you to the Heelshire manner with them. So, you and Brahms spent a lot of time together and became close friends. Then there was the fire and you stopped going to the Heelshire manner. You were both still young and your parents decided against telling you the full story, all you knew was that you didn't see Brahms again and you missed him.

When you're older, you visit the Heelshires and they eventually let you in on their secret. They're pleasantly surprised to see you but are hesitant to let you in at first. But they do, and the three of you catch you, you apologise for their loss (your parents telling you about Brahms' death once you got a little older) and confess that you still miss Brahms. Obviously, the speak with him and he wants to see you. They're hesitant at first but can't say no to their son, so they let you know the truth about what happened.

You're not leaving, but you don't really want too. When Brahms pleads with you to not leave him alone, to not leave him again, you can't say no. Your best friend was alive and standing right in front of you, you didn't plan on leaving him again anytime soon. And the Heelshires welcome you into their home.

The Heelshires are content leaving their son with you. His parents are still set on the idea of leaving for good, unable to live with the secrets they had to keep all these years, but they trust that you will take care of him as the friend you are. They leave their son a note, but they also leave you one, explaining everything, apologising, and pleading that you look after Brahms. He's your best friend, you're the only person he has, of course you'll look after him.

Bo Sinclair

You became the only person in Ambrose that he completely trusted. Bo never made friends easily, despite his natural charm his anger could get the better of him, but you didn't let it bother you. You were persistent and were soon calling him your friend. He didn't trust anyone, couldn't rely on his parents, couldn't share those feelings with his brothers, but he had you. You listened, you understood. And he became pretty protective over you, being his only friend. He's selfish and you're his friend, he wouldn't let anyone change that. Despite the two of you being so close, you never get invited to his house but after hearing some stories and the origin behind his scars, you understand why.

Your family likely doesn't approve of your friendship. Bo doesn't exactly have a good reputation and everyone freely lets you know that they think he's a bad influence on you. You don't care though, Bo is your best friend and you know him better than anyone, probably even his parents or brothers.

Pretended that leaving didn't bother him but he had never been so angry. When the three brothers were taken from Ambrose after their parents' death, you were heartbroken. Bo was cold about it when he told you, like he didn't care, but you knew him better than that. Even when you embraced him, telling him that you'll miss him, he just mumbles a 'yeah' before leaving you alone in Ambrose. Despite his coldness, he's hurt. He didn't care for Ambrose or its residents but he would miss you, you were his friend.

Tries to act unbothered when you return to Ambrose but he couldn't even put into words how happy he was to see you. He is beyond surprised when you return to the run down town when you're both adults. He recognised you almost instantly adn you recognised him, a bright smile breaking out over your face. He hadn't changed all that much, greeting you in a charmingly sarcastic and teasing way, but you didn't care. After he left, you couldn't get him out of your mind, where he had ended up, how he was, if he was still with his brothers. You never really expected him to end up back in Ambrose but here he was and you couldn't contain your excitement over seeing your best friend from so many years ago.

Vincent Sinclair

You are his only friend, practically family in his eyes. Vincent never really had friends outside of his family, he had his brothers and his parents, but his mother kept him pretty sheltered and other kids tended to shy away from him because of his appearance. But you were different, you decided that you wanted to be his friend and nothing was going to stop you. Ever since then, the two of you had been the best of friends. Admittedly, it took Vincent some time to come out of his shell but he got there eventually and you were a surprisingly patient kid.

Teaches you everything his mother taught him. You once complimented his mask with sincerity rather than mockery and that inspired Vincent to show you how his mother made it. And so you were let in on all the family secrets of working with wax.

Heartbroken when he had to leave Ambrose for so many reasons. His parents had died, he was being torn away from him home, taken away from his best friend, he just hoped he would get to remain with his brothers. He had told you what was happening with tears in his eyes, embracing you rightly before having to leave.

Extremely anxious but also delighted when you return to Ambrose. He recognised you almost instantly, even after all these years your kindness and friendship went unmatched. He was nervous about you discovering what the brothers had become but more than anything, he was thrilled to see you again. He had always wondered what had happened to you, where you had gone after Ambrose, always hoped you were well.

Lester Sinclair

You were the one person he could always go to. His parents often had their hands full with the twins, always making him feel a little left behind, but he had you. You were always there to listen to him, to make him laugh, you were undeniably his best friend. Lester would get genuinely excited to see you, to know he gets to spend the day with you, to feel like a number one priority from time to time. The friendship isn't one-sided at all, though. Lester is always there for you, no matter what.

The two of you would always get into trouble. The two of you loved to wander around outside of town, often coming home dirty but more than happy. The two of you could always find something to entertain yourselves, you could have fun inside an empty room. It was like a gift you both had.

Had to be pried away from you when they left Ambrose. He was a little younger than his brothers, maybe that's why he was so emotional, or maybe he would just miss his best friend. Either way, the two of you had been crying, clinging to each other. Lester had to be pulled away and helped into the car. Neither of you thought you would ever see each other again.

Won't hesitate to embrace you when you reunite. When he sees you on the side of the road near Ambrose, he completely freezes, he can't believe his eyes. He says your name before he can even think straight, it takes you a moment but you recognise him, instantly grinning. At the acknowledgement, Lester embraces you, confessing that he missed you. You felt the same, embracing him in return despite the smell of roadkill on him. Admittedly, it didn't look like he was doing too well after leaving Ambrose but he was back and he seemed happy, and that's all you cared about.

Bubba Sawyer

The two of you are never apart. You and Bubba are the closest two friends can be, if one of you is around the other isn't far behind. You're one of the family, even his brothers like you, but you're very clearly Bubba's best friend. You understand him like nobody else and you get along together than either of you do with anyone else.

No matter your age, you act like an older sibling to him. Even if you're younger than him, you behave like an older sibling. You're always there for him, you look out for him. His brothers couldn't dare say anything even remotely bad about Bubba, because you would be right there to put them back into their place. Nobody talked bad about your bestie.

Doing a lot of crafts together. Bubba is very creative and if you enjoy creating things as well, it is definitely your favourite thing to do together. It's calming. He will teach you everything he knows, since he is used to working with non-traditional materials, and you will teach him anything you know.

He is fiercely protective over you. You might be protective over him but he's just as protective over you. He knows how dangerous his home alone is, and he wouldn't let any of his brothers harm you in anyway. He gets most protective when trespassers are around, you're his best friend and he doesn't want you to be involved, he certainly doesn't want you to get yourself into trouble.

Billy Lenz

You become his world, you're the only person he has. He hadn't thought you would be any different when you first moved into his home, but you would eventually prove him wrong. He couldn't even remember how it happened at this point but you had become dear friends, you had been the patient and reassuring shoulder to cry on that he needed.

A very clingy friend. Like I said, you're the only person he has, so it's no wonder that he can be so clingy. In general, he's a person in much need for support and companionship and you've happily signed up for the role. But that doesn't mean that you're friendship is one sided, he's always there for you and is willing to listen about anything that is bothering you.

Overall, you have a very positive effect on him and his life. It's incredible how much of an impact you have on his life. You give him something to rely on, you even manage to get him out of the house. Of course, your friendship can't solve all his problems but you're always there to try.

People will probably assume you're dating just because of how close you are. If you talked to somebody about your friendship, how close you are and how much time you spend together, they're bound to speculate that there is something more going on despite the fact that you're friendship is purely platonic.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

He keeps you at a distance at first. Asa has acquaintances, other professors and members of staff at work, but he wouldn't call any of them a friend. None of them have been to his house, none of them know him well, other than some polite conversation he makes to keep up his image. Somehow, unknown to him, you had wormed your way into his life. He enjoyed conversations with you, you seemed to be able to see through his act without knowing the full truth.

You're his only genuine friend. Eventually he gives in to your friendship, accepting that he enjoys your company. You're the one person he complains to about his colleagues or students, the two of you just get along surprisingly well. Still, he feels a need to assess you to some extent, to understand you, to be able to predict your next move.

Being let in on his secret hobby. After so long, if he thinks you can be trusted (only when he is completely sure you'll understand), he will show you the hotel and all his projects. Of course, if it turns out that you're unable to handle it, your friendship will be coming to an abrupt end. However, if you react the way he hopes you will, it only brings you closer as friends.

Practically partners in crime now. Once you've been introduced to his world, you're in on it. Maybe that was his plan all along, because Asa is definitely just as manipulative with his friends as he is with anyone else. He can admit, it's rather nice to share this part of his life with somebody who understands.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You started off as an employee. To be best friends with Jesse, you need to know about that part of his life otherwise you really don't know him at all. As an employee, he could trust you and rely on you. You were different than his other employees, you weren't afraid of him but you respected him, you would joke with him, he liked your presence.

Now he never goes on a trip without you. You're his closest friend, his only real friend that he truly trusts, so you're always by his side. He wouldn't like the idea of spending a work trip with anyone but you make things easier, you stay on top of everything and amuse him with your complaints about your other co-workers.

You've met his wife. Jesse doesn't mix his person and professional life but you overlap these lives. You've been to his house, met his wife, had dinner with them, he trusts you to see that part of his world. You help keep his secrets, both of you sticking to a well rehearsed story of what the two of you do for work.

Lots of inside jokes. The two of you only have to share a glance to know what the other is thinking, trying not to laugh to yourselves. Spann is more annoyed that you have become a more trusted employee than she has. Preston hates your friendship because the two of you are always sharing amused glances when he is trying to talk about something. You always stay in his office after a meeting so you can both complain about it together before getting back to work.

Otis Driftwood

You knew the Firefly family and your world got turned upside down when Otis showed up. You lived in the same area though the Firefly residence was pretty out of the way from anything else. You knew Baby and her family, they were eccentric, but everything changed when Otis showed up. He was accepted into the family quickly, just as you had been, and he turned everything upside down. Still, the two of you hit it off quickly.

The two of you just mesh together well. Whether you match his energy or you're a lot calmer than him and help ground him, the two of you just clicked. You were pretty much down for anything, happy to join Otis on his impulsive road trips or visits to dodgy places.

You are inseparable. You're family, nobody would argue with that, but you and Otis are particularly close. You have an endless amount of inside jokes and shared stories. You can do things independently but everything is just so much more fun with your best friend by your side.

Most importantly, you can rely on each other. In the lifestyle you both live, the only people you can rely on is family, but you know that you have each other's back no matter what. If you're ever in trouble, you know that he'll be there for you. If he's going to prison, you're going to be the one breaking him out.

Baby Firefly

You are family, even Mama says so. If there is one thing that is nondebatable, it's that you are an honorary Firefly. You're welcome in their home at any time, pretty much moving in at this point. Mama sees you as just another one of her children, Otis sees you as another annoying sibling. You're Baby's best friend, so it's no wonder that you're around nearly constantly, the two of you can't be pried away from each other.

Absolute chaos. Considering Baby's idea of fun, the two of you are always getting into trouble even if it's only on the mildly illegal side. It's rare that the two of you settle for a quiet night in, even if you enjoy them, since Baby will somehow manage to convince you to go out with her. Even on the occasions you are doubtful, you end up enjoying yourself.

She's protective of you. The life of the Fireflys are filled with danger, meaning that you're going to be dragged into it no matter how much you try to distance yourself from their...hobbies. So, she always makes sure that no harm comes to you. Whether it's people the family knows, the law, or random people at the sketchy places you visit with her. You're her best friend, family, she won't let anything harm you.

Yautja (Predator)

A strange friendship in the eyes of your peers. The two of you met on a station were humans and Yautjas worked together, living side by side. Despite the intentions of learning from each other and co-inhabiting, there are some barriers between the two species. So, you're close friendship is still pretty out of the norm. Neither of your people fully understand, but find it fascinating nonetheless.

Learning from each other. While your friendship mainly comes from the fact that you both just get along well despite your differences, you definitely learn a lot from each other. In terms of science and technology, there isn't much for an Yautja to learn from a human except for some Earth specific things, but you learn so much from him. About science but also about space and alien species that you had never even heard of. And he learns so much about humans and other species on Earth.

The two of you are untouchable. No matter your position on the station, nobody can say a damn thing to you. Should a superior be a little too snarky, a co-worker a little too hostile, your large best friend will ensure it never happens again, threatening the humans and being capable of standing up against other Yautjas. You're also protective over him, always coming to his (and his species) defence whenever you hear a human co-worker talking bad about them.

The two of you are always working together. It's rare to see one of you with out the other, often claiming to need the other to work as effectively as possible, even if that obviously isn't true. Though, nobody is going to question either of you at this point, they've just accepted that a strange but close friendship had developed between the two of you.

Oh my gosh, I love the idea of this! It's so cute, it has me kicking my feet back and forth aaaaa!!!

The reader being like "My mate is so cool, when other females approach him, I almost feel unworthy to be with him..."

While the yautja is like "I just had to turn down another challenge to fight for my mate, that's the third time this week!"

Mistaken (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk x Reader Request: Hi, I’m a massive fan of your writing and I adore your yautja fics, but I have to ask if your consider writing something similar to the jealously fic. Like reader is jealous thinking one of the much larger women yautja are trying to court your mate, only to find out your mate is jealous cause it’s clear the woman is trying to court you instead.

Your mate was in a meeting with important members of the tribe, occupied inside the hut you sat outside of.

You weren’t sure what it was about, though you were curious now, hearing their low, muffled clicks. You smiled, recognizing Rh’auk among them.

The breeze was warm and humidity comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean your head on the tree you sat against, letting your eyes shut and mind rest.

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Literally no one:

Yautja's Pov & Human:

I love it when the Yautja boyfriend holding a human's neck in some movie 😩🫶✨

But... what about us??? 🫣❤️‍🔥

Me: Ow, my back...

Me: hey hot alien, can you help me to make my back better?

Yautja: hm... Sure.

Yautja and me:

Me: thank you.... *die*

Don't like, don't listen 🙄🙄

(Y/N): -talking mess about Yautja friend with another friend-  Yautja: -makes offended noises-  (Y/N): -turns in direction of your Yautja, even if you can’t see him- If you don’t like what you hear maybe you shouldn’t EAVESDROP!

I want one 🥺🥺

Having a Yautja Hunting Hound Would Include:

● They are incredibly protective. Your hound would literally lay down its life for you if it comes to that. Yours will follow you everywhere. And if it thinks you’re approaching something dangerous? Tug! You’d be startled to find them latched on to the back of your robe, gently tugging you to a safer area.

● They are loyal to the end. Nothing, I repeat, nothing is stopping this thing. They are dedicated thick-skinned troopers. Even hurt, your hound will faithfully stand beside you, no matter what may come.

● Training them is so much fun! Did you know that adult lions will exaggerate pain when a cub attacks them? Indeed, they do! It’s to encourage the little lions. This same principle applies to yautja hounds. You’ll be surprised the first time your tiny pup launches itself at your mate–only for him to collapse and roar with feigned terror.

● They take themselves way too seriously. Even as a puppy, yautja hounds think they are the scariest beasts to ever walk the universe. They’ll strut about, looking majestic, only to be startled by your sneeze.

● You can ride them. Yes, the day has finally come: your own ridable pet! While yautja are far too large, you (a tiny ooman) can easily ride a fully-grown hunting hound. In fact, your mate would surprise you one day with a saddle. Remember: once full-grown, a yautja hound is closer in size to a massive bear. That, plus their extreme strength makes carrying you an easy task.

● They are a hardy species. The first time your hound was severely injured, you’d been heartbroken. As you’d sobbed over the whimpering pup, you’d begged your mate not to put them down. He’d cocked his had, utterly baffled by your words. “Why would I do that?” You were sure it’d at least have a limp–and you knew the Yautja didn’t tolerate weakness. To your disbelief, however, the next morning saw your little troublemaker up and about, ready for another walk.

Yautja x Fem.Reader

Edit: I see someone wants a part two, if ya'll get this to 200 notes by next Saturday, I'll totally do it. I'll give ya a little extra if you make it to any number higher than that, even by one. *genuinely intrigued about how this'll go* Edit 2: Here it is babes, Part 2

I hear people are looking for this so, here. Also, this is my shitty attempt at a dark fic, because I wanna try one--even though it's faaaar from my regular style, I'm far from a darkfic writer, but I like challenges-- and it seems many people have been craving a dark fic of Yautja more than not, so I'll hopefully help y'all out (I wrote this when I was sleepy so idk how it was). *puts all smutty writing experience into this*

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Breed (Predator)

Warning(s): Probably the smuttiest smut I've ever smutted, noncon details, breeding, rough, unprotected, a creamy little pie, size difference, triggers (so do not read if they apply to you), this turned long asf.

You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...

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You groan out, tossing your head to the side.

What makes you realize you aren't in your bed is a few things.

There's an echo.

It feels like you're laying on a hard table.

Your wrists are bound to your chest.

Your ankles are weighed down by something heavy, which after moving around your toes you realize are cuffs connected by a chain, where most of the weight came from.

And most importantly, you can't see, you noticed as your lashes fluttered against a cloth.

"Where am I?"

"Above earth," an amused, disembodied voice responds.

A familiar voice, one of your friends.

"Ester...? I thought you died..."

"What you didn't see didn't happen."

"Hey, can you take this stuff off me?" you grunted as moved to shift your arms to no avail.

"Why would I do that? I put you there."

Your brows furrowed, "What?"

"You see. That whole thing was a setup, I was working with them this whole time."

"But why? They killed your friends! Our friends!"

She chuckled, "Oh, that's what you believed. I was just doing my job to survive. To find them the perfect specimen."

You grunted as you struggled and failed to loosen your restraints.

"You see, they've been for years, creating more advanced creatures to hunt. They've already tried to with another species, Xenomorphs--the ones that spit acid. But they wondered if they could try such a thing with humans..."

Your blood ran cold, "Please don't tell me..."

"They realized they could, they hunted for the perfect human, one who possessed certain genes that had a high percentage of handling a Yautja seed. And when one wanted to kill me after hunting all my allies a few years ago, I offered to do anything. Now I've found you."

"So-ugh--then what? They're just gonna let you go?"

"Well, my part of the deal is finished. There's no other use for me."

"Exactly, idiot," you muttered.

Suddenly you heard a loud thumping sound.

"Ah, here they come."

You moan in despair as you try to move, the cold metal biting against your ankles, "This is hopeless."

"Here's the human you left with, she's perfect, she's worthy of you due to her survival."

Yes, you remember.

Suddenly you found yourself helpless, the two...Xenomorphs you supposed, had terrorized your college class during your international trip to the Daintree Rainforest.

The other creature--the...Yautja had killed a few security guards and three of your friends. As you grew to understand this Predator, you realized it only killed something that seemed to be a challenge, everyone that was killed by it had a weapon at some point.

But you, you're a tough one. You survived, and the Yautja gave you weapons to aid it, you managed to kill a Xenomorph on your own.

You had enough education about tribal tradition to know when it smeared some of its excruciatingly burning blood on you, it found you worthy in a sense.

Or he, since as far as you know most creatures bred with the opposite sex.

"I can leave now, right? If you want I can tell you where I can be dropped off," Ester happily spoke up.

You heard a familiar sound slice through the air, his weapon.

"W-wait...what are you doing? I did what you--what you asked...No! No! No-!"

You heard a body thump and a strong smell of blood fill the air, you knew the smell with little effort after the last two days.

There was some shuffling, you guessed she was being dragged away to be dumped by another one of them.

Then the thumping footsteps started up again, getting closer. Until he stood next to your... examination table.

You tried to shift away, not being able to do much but hold yourself up and not fall halfway off the edge. Only for your arms to get tugged and move you back to the more comfortable position.

"Please...I can't--I can't provide you with anything."

You jumped as you felt a nail trail down your jaw before a scaly hand--that was still surprisingly smoother than you expected--gripped your chin, twisting your head left and right.

You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine.

A thumb brushed against the acid mark he gave you on your cheek.

The only sound you heard was a sharp grunt, in disapproval or satisfaction, you didn't know.

His thumb dragged across your lips before his hand went lower...

You stiffened when the wandering hand paused, before yelping at the sound of a blade moving through the air.

He slowly sliced through your long-sleeved shirt and bra, your breath hitched as you felt the cold metal graze your skin. If there was any more pressure, he would've sliced you open.

You let out a breathless sigh as the restricting bra released you. You hated bras sometimes.

You could feel him move and tried to shift away, only for him to catch you by your neck and slide you back into the position you were in.

With a quivering lip, you felt curious hands explore your breasts.

"Please, just let me go..."

You bit your lip at an experimental squeeze.

You couldn't seriously be reacting to this? Could you?

But when you felt something brush against your sensitive bud...

Your breathing skipped.

Another pause, before it was tested again.

Your hands tightened into fists.

Then without warning, he relentlessly rolled the hardened bud between his fingers.

With a whine, you tried to move away, only for his grip on your neck to tighten.

You tried to keep as much self-control as you could, but that changed a few minutes later when his hand moved, your stomach jumping as it came and went and stiffening as the hand stopped at the band of your pants.

"Please...don't..." you desperately pleaded.

There are a few seconds of dragging his thumb back and forth against your hip, as if deciding, but ultimately tearing it all off in one motion.

You squealed at suddenly being exposed, trying to clench your thighs together.

He denied you of this, effortlessly opening your thighs to expose for him to fully see.

You decided to be defiant as you felt him shift onto the table.

"This is--isn't going to work. Humans and Aliens aren't going to be able to--do this," you tried to move your legs, the heavy chain helping you none, "I'm not even remotely aroused--"

He interrupted you as you felt him lean closer to your wetness, feeling his breath hit the sensitive area.

The clicking sound he made almost sounded amused, before making you gasp as he rubbed a curious finger against you.

"Mm--stop--you--you can't--!"

Shuddering as a finger slid into you, you attempted to wriggle out of his hold. Only for his grip to tighten a little more, at this point, he was definitely warning you.

You felt embarrassed by the light squelching sound you heard. At least you didn't have to see.

Then two more were added.

"I can't--that's too much!" you cried out.

But when his wrist brushed against your cilt, your body completely surrendered.

He realized how greatly that affected you and decided to continue learning.

With a shaky breath, you desperately tried to hold back. Tried to deny your body's pleasure with your mind.

You clenched your thighs together at an attempt to stop his hand, but all it seemed to do was piss him off and force your legs apart, his originally slow and curious pace becoming rougher.

You bit your lip hard, keeping in any sounds.

But in the end, your body betrayed you, and with a long whine and bucking hips, you released.

He pulled his hand away and for a moment you thought he was done for now.

Until you felt something rubbing against you, something you could tell already wouldn't fit.

"That's not gonna--!"

You whimpered as he effortlessly slid in with a gravelly groan, the stretch stung.

"It's not gunna--It's not gunna...Take it out...."

Your head thumped back onto the table.

Without a break in movement, he kept moving, the chain connecting your ankles lightly clinking.

You let out a little sob as you bit your lip, you didn't know if it was from the violation or the pleasure, possibly both.

Every time he thrust forward, you could feel the stretch.

"It's gunna...gunna..."

He slid his hand up your throat just enough to push down the lip your teeth dug into with an index finger.

He wanted to hear you.

But with defiance, you swallowed every sound you made.

Until the speed changed, the cold metal rubbing against your back from the table, a stark contrast to the heat you felt.

Finally, he started getting little sounds out of you, whimpers, pleads.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you empty, before easily moving the weighted chain that felt like a ton to you and flipping you over on your knees.

You winced as your face smacked into the table. Your arms still bound in front of you.

You groaned into the metal as he completely filled you again.

As he moved, you felt more force behind each thrust.

"I can't--It's too--too much-ah!"

He slammed harder, which made you try to cushion your face.

Your heard a few sharp grunts, yet not of effort, which didn't surprise you. You were probably a warm-up.

Your body gently quivered from the force.

And the chains loudly clinked in time with him.

"I--Mm--hah--Lemme..."

Combing his fingers into your hair, he tugged you back, landing seated in his lap.

He sat motionless for a few seconds, a throaty groan was let out.

You made one last attempt to wriggle away.

And you think that made him completely snap from annoyance.

And you knew this because when he moved again, it was like he'd decided to completely destroy you.

With roughness you never experienced before, a deepness you never felt, a speed you didn't know was possible, he pounded into you at least a few times before your skin even slapped against his again.

And it seemed he was satisfied, every sound you hid before was milked out until you couldn't even process where you were anymore.

All you could feel was him, the pleasure, that stretch, all you could hear was the squelching of your wetness.

Your mouth couldn't even close anymore, completely drunk off him.

Your thighs shook terribly, barely able to handle him.

And you wouldn't even be surprised if he still went easy on you.

You were close.

When he tightened his grip, cutting off your breathing that was it.

Your hips bucked wildly as you released for the second time, a long moan ripping out of you.

Clenching around him so deliciously made him follow after. Filling you to the brim, and dripping down his length.

You sighed, as you began to settle only to whimper when you realized...

He wasn't done yet.

Yautja x Fem. Reader

Lol, I always cringe at my writing even when y'all say it's good, writer thingz. But alas, you wanted part two, I delivered it in one sitting monster lovers.

Part 1: Here.

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Breeding Time (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut, noncon details, breeding, size difference, dacryphilia, triggering (do not read if this applies to you), unprotected, rough, mating press, he finally speaks! (surprise), lol short since it's a continuation, surprise number 2 at the end

You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...

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At this point even if you did escape, you wouldn't find a human man that could make your body feel this way. Even if your mind was still hesitant.

As the Yautja thrusts, your body kept his rhythm, it had slowed a bit and changed into sharp bursts of force each time. Almost like he wanted it to last longer.

You clasped your hands together, grip tight as you tried to endure the overstimulation.

How long was this gonna last?

Your breathing was heavy from the intensity, you were almost envious of how his breathing lacked needing effort.

Your body was tired.

Hot.

Sweaty.

And he absolutely abused your sensitive bundle of nerves inside.

You let out a broken whine as the grip on your hair got almost painful.

When it was apparent you weren't gonna be able to move on your own, he adjusted, laying on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist, and jerking back into you.

You threw your head back, your head landing on his chest, as you released yet again, your hips juddered against his.

He only slowed his movements while you clenched against him, not able to move much. His nails dug into your side, no doubt leaving nail-shaped dents.

Now, even a puny human like you could smell it, the sweat, the juices, and you swear you could smell the sex.

Whimpering at the climax that was stronger than the first time, tears collected on your waterline before they finally did fall past the blindfold that had by now, loosened some, a sob making your chest jump.

"Please, I can't--I can't take any more. It's too much," you cried, tears sliding down, down, and falling from your face, for sure hitting his skin.

Suddenly, what was once relaxed became more hectic.

Your sobs only got louder, which made the creature let out a growl for the first time, gripping your chin tight. Enough for him to see your covered eyes cry, to see your quivering lips.

"Pl-ease," your voice slurred.

He pulled out, easily flipping you onto your back again.

Your legs were pressed against his, your feet straight in the air as he used a hand to hold the chain to keep them there.

Then he buried himself into you with a groan, sitting for a second before returning to his hectic pace.

This felt way too good for your liking.

You desperately pushed at his chest to no avail.

"Not this, please. Not--"

With his other hand, he groped you randomly, you yelp at the warmth. The table doesn't even feel cold anymore.

You let out a mewl as he, after all this time managed to fit all of his inches into you, clenching tight around him.

A long groan spilled from him, the light grip he had on a breast tightening just like you had around him. "C'jit...kwei ooman."

The first time he spoke, you didn't recognize the language. But the last word spoken by his deep, gravelly voice sounded similar to human...was it saying something about you?

You didn't have time to ask, because his hips picked up their frenzied pace again as he pounded into you, his breathing starting to sound labored.

Finally, you didn't know how time passed, but you're sure it's been hours.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin, the thumping of his length, the squelching of your insides, and the sounds of your heavy breathing, leaning in, his breath mixed with yours.

Was he observing you? Why couldn't they just leave you alone and let you go?

You bit your lip as he groped your hide, the flesh soft in his hand.

You were getting close again, and you could feel it'd be the second most intense orgasm of your life, the first being the one before.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

You repeated it like a mantra.

You felt him twitch inside you, his breath hitching.

"Ah-"

And for the third time, you released, your body couldn't take anymore.

It seemed neither could he, his hips jerked into you and you could feel his seed spurt into you once again, filling you up more than the first time, if you paid enough attention, you could feel how full you were.

You could feel his body almost drop, like his climax was intense for him, too, but kept his body held up. He stayed inside for a minute like he did before as he caught his breath, almost like he was ensuring that nothing seeped out of you, ensuring that you would be with child.

Ta'yto POV

This human is meant to create a new breed with me.

This is supposed to be for our advancement.

But this human...feels good. She's small, tight beyond belief, and weak.

This is something I am not used to, having this... power over someone I mate with.

Perhaps if that unreliable human was right about her and she can bear my child...

She may have to become my primary mate, her pleading only makes me want to do more, despite her hoping it has the opposite effect. Humans can be quite strange.

She might be my favorite if every time is like this and she looks like she would look beautiful in royal garbs.

I take off that dreaded blindfold, I'd wanted to rip it off the whole time.

But even a prince must follow rules.

Even her eyes look weak.

Tired, too, like I am sure she is...but when I look a little closer I see the fire of the warrior I saw a few days ago.

I can't help but chuckle, ignoring her startled expression.

This human...is doing things to me.

A Different Life

Ya'jaur x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Smut, predator x human relationship, alien pregnancy. If you don’t like these, please don’t proceed, also minors DO NOT interact!

Summary: Every clan leader Yautja was an extremely powerful one. They had to lead the clan, show the way to grow and rule. Some used that power and respect to do horrible things, others never broke the code.

A/N: The above picture is NOT mine! Full credit goes to the owner, it just inspired me to write and create Ya'jaur as a character!

Ya'jaur was a great leader, he brought in new traditions during his long life. Even long before you knew about them, he had already been a leader.

And just as other yautja, he kept trophies. Skulls of their enemies. But Ya'jaur was different, he kept a trophy no other yautja ever, he kept you.

He kept you alive, at the time you thought it was to punish you, took you years to realize why he kept you.

Ya'jaur was big, scary, spikey and rough. Every time he was in the same room as you, you could swear he could kill you in a simple motion if he wanted to.

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Completely reblog worthy

I'll just leave this here for you all to munch on.

OMG...the adorable-ness is too much. I didn't know I needed this in my life!

Oh my ❤️.

Baby Yautja......I'm dead that is so cute and squishy!!! PLEASE TAG THE ARTIST THIS IS Amazing!!!!

i NEED more of predator loving the size difference between himself and you. I NEED IT.

A/N: Predator x F!Reader. Sex in a prison! Size difference. Pain kink. Semi-public smut.

From behind the steel bars of his prison, T'atha glared at the Android. He had thought it ooman until he had caught the subtle click and whir of machinery beneath its skin. 

"It'd be best if you behaved," it suggested before gesturing to his mate leaning against his arm. "We wouldn't want to introduce her to what we've captured downstairs."

T'atha did not reply but continued to stare flatly. He would not waste his energy. The thing was incapable of fear.

Though he could feel your fingers tremble around his forearm, you showed the Android not a hint of panic. You pinned it with an indifferent expression, and T'atha's chest bloomed with pride.

He had been captured, which, alone, was an embarrassment. But to add insult to injury, you had also been taken. Unthinkable. It was supposed to be a simple task. They were to slip aboard the USCSS Atlas to retrieve stolen eggs from one of his clan's Chiva locations.

However, once you and T'atha had boarded the ship and snuck to the lower level, it had become apparent that one of those eggs had hatched. There was a full-grown kiande amedha loose and very well-fed. The floors and walls were wet with blood. Ooman bodies torn to shreds. Glistening red-pink flesh and the stink of waste. T'atha had not hesitated before dragging you away from the slaughter, but it had been too late. 

The doors to all exits had been locked, and they were cornered like rats.

Several Androids had entered, and while T'atha had removed three of their heads, it had not been enough. They'd struck him with electric batons until his skin and muscle burned and smoked. He had attempted to cover you, but they'd ripped him away.

Your face still bore their marks. A hideous cut slithered across your temple, and T'atha worried it would become infected. Your kind was susceptible to contamination and you did not heal as quickly as Yautja. Last hunt, it had taken you weeks to recover from a broken wrist. He had been deeply distressed over it though he did not tell you that. He was supposed to be your strength, your pillar of courage in dire situations.

He glanced down at where you rested your face against his arm. Your body radiated heat and musky sweat. It was a very ooman flavor and one that he had begun to cherish.

He tucked you closer to him, helping you burrow into his torso as he cradled you possessively.

He had to be strong for you now.

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A few days had passed and his brethren had not arrived. There was no doubt that his clan would have begun to look for them once their ship had failed to return. It was possible that the Atlas might have traveled too far into space, where the signal from the tracking device implanted in his neck was weak. It could take his brothers a considerable amount of time, and time was something they did not have. 

He was not optimistic about their captor's motives, but he had picked up a few things in the scattered chatter between the Androids and the remaining oomans beyond the prison door. He learned that they had managed to secure the black serpent and were going to deliver it to their superiors. In addition to the beast, the ship's crew would either offer you and T'atha to the leaders on their home planet or feed them to the serpent as incubators. 

With his enhanced hearing, he'd picked up many terms like cross-species experimentation, which did not bode well. 

"What will they do to us?" you asked, nudging his bicep with your cheek. He could smell your hair, the intense floral aroma from the oils you bathed in. It was only muddled by the sharp clash of rust due to the dried blood along your forehead. 

"Study," he replied curtly. He did not want to frighten you and was sure that he would get them out even if his brothers did not arrive in time. Failure would not be an option. 

"Study us?"

He nodded. 

"But I'm just human."

He lowered his head, grazing his jaw across your temple. "You are a mate of a Yautja."

"So?" you grumbled. "Is it because I can take a huge cock?"

Chuckling despite himself, he shook his head and pinched your hip. "Yes. Exactly, little one." He tugged you closer and felt a twinge of guilt at how clammy your skin was. He was constantly checking your temperature and it seemed like you shifted from too hot to freezing by the hour. "Only strong females can handle Yautja."

You smiled, squeezing his knee. He exhaled deeply, grateful you were in a lighter mood. He did not want to voice his true thoughts about what these Androids intended. He straightened his back against the wall, spreading his legs out to stretch his muscles. His posture was ramrod straight - fully aware of everything beyond the walls of their prison.

You had gone silent again, your eyes locked on the sealed door as you chewed on your lower lip. It was a nervous habit he could not break you from, and he worried you'd scar it. He was quite partial to that extra plush tissue around your mouth.

"You must relax," he crooned, stroking a paw down your spine. You shuddered and abruptly rolled onto your back to look up at him.

"Where are the others?" Your voice wastight in your throat. "Tahren? A'ta? A'kaand? They wouldn't leave us like this."

"It's a long journey," he explained. "We are in the Outer Veil."

You scrubbed a hand over your face and whimpered. For a moment, he was worried you would begin to cry. He did not like that. It was a disadvantage for your species. You could quickly shift from joy to terror to profound sadness. Your emotions ran you. 

He would have to remedy it.

Slowly, he crawled forward, covering your body with his own. He met your gaze, his enormous hand palming your cheek. "Rest." His tone was gentle as he spoke. He wanted to calm the heart he could hear thumping wildly beneath your breast. "You must sleep and gather your strength." You blew out a breath, lifting yourself onto your elbows until you were an inch from his face. Your expression was one that he knew too well. Stubborn. 

"I can't."

He drew back, sighing. "Why?"

"There's a fucking xenomorph on this ship, and we are stuck in a cage." Your brow creased as you regarded him with disbelief. "No weapons. No armor. We are dead."

You had fair points, but he'd never admit it. Instead, he would opt to distract you.

Huffing, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bound you to his chest. It was a cheap move on his part. He knew that. You instantly softened the second he began to purr, melting into him. He would not have you terrified or full of worry. It would not serve him. He had to focus, and he would not be able to if you fell apart. 

"The serpents won't touch you," he muttered as he stroked the crown of your skull. Compared to his own, you had such a tiny head. In his arms, it was alarmingly clear how small you were. You were formidable in a fight but against a kiande amedha? You'd be broken or worse - 

T'atha bristled at the thought of one stabbing you with its ovipositor; your chest cracked open. In the quiet darkness of their prison, he held you tighter.  

***

T'atha awoke with you still in his arms. He must have dozed off. Shame coursed through him. He could not afford to sleep, but he'd been awake for days - since they'd been thrown in here.

He blinked through the remaining dregs of his drowsiness. It clung to him like cobwebs, before his vision gradually cleared.

The room was cloaked in shadow apart from the occasional ping of light from the machinery surrounding them. He was certain this place doubled as a lab or medical facility. He studied the walls, the blinking screens, and tools. Nothing he could reach or use as a weapon.

Suddenly, T'atha felt your small hand between his legs. He startled, nearly bucking you off of him. 

"What are you doing?" he hissed, realizing that you had removed your leggings and were bare in his lap.

"Distraction," you replied as you nuzzled your face against his abdominal muscles. Your tongue's warm, damp pressure gliding against his skin before you drew away. 

He grabbed you by the upper arms, jerking you up. He could easily see you in the dark. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, and your mouth parted. He could smell that you were wet. "Now?"

"I want to feel you," you whispered, a note of desperation beneath the words. "I want to…just once…what if they kill-"

He growled - effectively cutting you off. "Do not doubt me. I will get us out and take every one of their heads for it."

"I know," you whined, clutching his neck to pull him towards you. You brushed your mouth along his mandibles before darting your tongue against his own. This was not the time for it, but he understood that your kind often required a sense of intimacy during moments of chaos or fear. He was surprised you'd even be willing to mate in a place where they were being watched. 

Unfortunately, he was not one to deny you especially when you begged as sweetly as you did. 

Perhaps, he could sate you with his tongue and fingers? Perhaps, that would be enough.

In the far corner of his mind, he knew it wouldn't be. The second he could smell you, it was over. It always was.

Without a word, he encircled an arm around your waist and forced you onto your back. You yelped, your fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. He slid between your thighs, hooking your leg around his waist to keep you spread. Your mouth quirked, the whites of your eyes and teeth bright in the shadows. He would consider you beautiful. You were soft and strange and small. Your features pleased him just as the small ways you exuded bravery did. They were what drew him to you to begin with.

The first moment he had seen you, you had been slick with blood. Your body crouched in front of a small Yautja pup. You had had no alliance with his species. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and yet you had still protected him. 

Later, he would learn that your ship had crashed on a hunting ground. Your superiors had been experimenting on various life forms, including the young Yautja suckling. You'd used the chaos of the crash to save the child, killing whoever got in your way. His clan had offered you sanctuary in payment. 

Now, his gaze raked over you as he brushed his thumb across the plump of your cheek. Yes - you were enticing and honorable and always hungry for him. 

"T'atha," you whimpered, and he braced his arm above your head; his other hand slid beneath your thigh. He lazily scratched at the smooth skin before pushing it back so that your knee hit your chest.

"We do not have the oil," he reminded you. It was a necessary tool for them in moments like this. It allowed you to take him easier, making you hot, soaked, and slightly numb. There were a few instances that they had gone without it, and it was usually when you were loose and drunk with c'ntlip.

You curled a finger around one of his dreads, tugging it so that it sparked the sensitive nerves at his scalp. It bloomed outward before lighting down his back. He was aroused now, his cock hard and unyielding as it rubbed against the folds of your sex. At this point, he would not be able to stop if he tried.

"I don't care," you stated. "I want to feel you. 

Beneath his belt, he gripped himself, pushing his hips forward to drag the head of his cock against your cunt. "Brave one," he praised, rutting lazily between your thighs. "Such a brave girl."

You shivered at his approval, and he began to breach you inch by inch. Almost immediately, your brows met, and your lower lip sucked between your teeth as you inhaled sharply. He was barely inside you, your tight heat only beginning to stretch around him. He stopped and rubbed the side of his mandible against your face. "Relax," he murmured. "You are too tense. I will not fit."

He eased his pelvis back, the tip catching on the entrance of your cunt before he pushed halfway in. You shrieked, your nails biting into the meat of his shoulders. He paused, raising himself and glancing between them to observe where they were joined. He was barely inside you. Though his length glimmered in your wetness, it was not enough. He withdrew, and you made a frustrated noise as you reached for him.

Of course. Even though it hurt, you were determined to complete it.

Wordlessly, he knocked your hands away from him before sliding down your body, hitching your knees over his shoulders. "I will take care of you, little one." He pinned his palm to your belly to hold you still as he purred against your thigh, scraping a tusk along the soft meat of it. He could smell you - the flesh of your sex dark and dripping and swollen for him. It took every ounce of his self-control not to flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you senseless. "You trust me?"

***

You nearly levitated off the cold, metal floor when T'atha plunged his tongue inside you. It was too much and not enough at once. The sharp edge of his jaws scraped your tender skin, but never enough to pierce it. He lapped at your pussy, sliding the muscle of it from your entrance to your clit. Gingerly, he introduced one of his fingers and then a second. They were thick, calloused and powerful and he was careful when he used them. He moved them slowly, scissoring and petting until you were stretched open. His hand on your belly held you down as he licked you to a climax. It shuddered through you, made you go temporarily blind. He could make you come in seconds with only his fingers and tongue. He'd turned it into a game, a competition of sorts, as if conquering your ooman body held the same thrall as completing his Chiva. He was a brilliant strategist in all facets of his life.

He was beautiful in the way that a giant crocodile was - a bull shark. He dwarfed you with his height and his width; the green-blue scales of his hide that dragged over your flesh.

Even if he was barely touching you, the sight of him crouched between your legs could get you off. His feral dark eyes danced over your form, raking along your tits or belly or your cunt. He loved grazing the dull tips of his claws along your nipple, marveling at the way it beaded and caused you to arch. His long tubular dreads tickled your hips and when you fisted them, he growled like a beast.

In this tiny prison, he was merely a giant in a cage. He filled your vision, wrapped himself around you until you were engulfed by him and the safety he promised. As he sat back on his heels, you forgot to breathe. He was a sight - an Apex predator that had just drank from your cunt as if it was nectar. Your juices coated the lower half os his face. The flickering green and red lights of the machinery, accentuated the rippling muscles of his torso.

You don't know why you asked for this. You were scared. Hormonal. You'd been off for weeks, and this situation felt direr than any others. You trusted him to save you, but nothing was certain. You wanted to be close to him; this was the only way you knew how. 

Lazily, he crawled up your body like an enormous cat. He grazed the side of his face against your own, a deep purr rumbling from his chest. He was molten-heat, skin like the sun, and you clung to it in the frigid, medicinal-smelling room. "The Yautja life is rubbing off on you, my female," he rasped in a rough voice. His fingers moved between your legs, teasing and dipping inside you. "You long to be fucked where they can see us. You do not care?"

"No," you whisper. You didn't. You'd allowed him to take you in front of his brothers once. The both of you drunk off the hunt, and the adrenaline and too much c'ntlip. "They'll be dead soon, anyway," you added as you nipped his jaw. 

He grunted, rutting against the tender flesh of your cunt. He was unbearably hard, and you hungered for it. The pain. The pleasure. The way he could hurt you terribly, but always straddled the line. He made you feel like a precious piece of weaponry in his hands, stroked and touched and held close.

"They will be," he agreed as he began to sink into you. You gasped, clutching at his waist. He was all muscle and unyielding flesh. Your nails bit into his ribs, and it encouraged him. "Relax," he said before lowering his chest, so it crushed your breasts. His heart thumped rhythmically as though trying to mellow out the bird-flutter of your own. He offered you soft, clicking noises - the sound soothing your agitation as he slid deeper and deeper until finally he was buried to the hilt. 

You were speechless. It felt like he was hitting the back of your throat. The pressure inside of you expanded, the tip of him nudging the curve of your womb. You swallowed, screwing your eyes shut as you bit the inside of your mouth through the ache of him. 

He gripped your chin. "No," he tutted. "Open your eyes. I want you to know that it is me who is claiming you."

You did as he asked, even though it was silly. As if it could have been anyone else nearly splitting you in half. 

He chuffed as he began to rock his hips, his thrusts shallow and cautious. "I want you to watch," he clarified further, his pupils eating away at the green of his eyes. "Your cunt will know no other than me."

You nodded, head dropping back against the ground. It hurt - pain shooting up the crown of your skull, but it was nothing compared to how he opened you up. Every snap of his hips branded you, making room for his cock in the small clutch of your heat.

You reached between your legs and felt the flesh of your pussy taut around his thick shaft. You were impaled - entirely at his mercy. He sped up his pace, one hand cupping your ass to lift you higher so he could angle himself down into the mouth of your sex. His strokes steadily became long and powerful. You felt pushed to your limit, your face burning with exertion as he pounded you against the ground. You reached above your head and clasped the steel bars of the cage to hold yourself steady. The space echoed with the squelching noises of your body wetly accepting him. You had outgrown any shame regarding your sex life with T'atha. He had bent you into nearly impossible positions. He could lift you like you weighed nothing, hold you against a wall and fuck you senseless. 

He said what he meant; there was no innuendo, no hinting. He was blunt about his desires just as he was blunt about everything else.

"Let me mount you, little one. You are tempting me."

"I want to lick you again. Get on your back."

He was especially insatiable after a hunt. Only afterward, of course, when he was full of adrenaline, his heart hammering in his throat, and both of you were cut and filthy. He'd bend you over and fuck you until you collapsed, then turn you onto your side, lift your thigh, and slide home again. During a hunt, he was still as a statue, an unshakeable force. He never lost focus of his prey even when you grew bored. He could crouch on a single tree branch for days on end as he surveyed the hunting ground.

But that was simply the Yautja way. 

"Those serpents will not touch you," he snarled into your ear, warm breath fanning over your cheek as he fucked you "I will take their skulls for you..."

You released a high-pitched noise on a fierce stroke of his cock, and it aroused him further. Abruptly, he sat back on his heels and hauled you up with him so you could straddle his lap and wrap your legs around his waist. He held you as he thrust upward, spearing into your tiny body and hitting an even softer, wetter part of you. You croaked, fingers scrambling until you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. You were a doll at this point. Helpless and limp and at his mercy.

"Do not go quiet on me now, mate," he crooned as he pawed between your legs, the pads of his fingers brushing the bead of your clit before slipping against your folds that were stretched around him. Immediately, the pleasure burst through the whole of your pelvis. Your cunt clamped down on him, your back arching in his embrace. "There," he said, trilling in a way that coaxed you, pulling you closer. "Perhaps, I will finally fuck you into exhaustion."

You could do nothing, but nod and then whine his name like a broken record. You were a mess. He teased your pleasure out, a climax followed by another—small spikes of raw sensation in your core as you flexed around him. 

He changed positions again, flipping you onto your knees, hand on your lower back as he forced your cheek to the floor. He entered you in a single stroke, his size still shocking regardless of how wet and fucked out you were. His hips rammed against your ass, his grip harsh on the nape of your neck to pin you. His cock pulsed inside the narrow channel of your cunt - thrumming with the same fury as his heartbeat - as your own. He was reaching his end; you could hear it in his grunts, the deep, unsteady breathing. 

When he came, he growled out your name and it sounded utterly primal in the way his tongue dipped over the letters. He had told you once that sex with his oomani-di had been unexpected. 

"Your body brings only pleasure as if it was made for it," he rumbled, dragging his tusks along your shoulder. "Soft and wet and tight. Yautja mating is nothing like this...nothing at all."

You glanced over your shoulder, blinked up at him, utterly spent. When he eased himself out of you, there was the rush of his spend. You slid your hand down between your legs and felt it. It was warm, and your cunt was swollen and aching. Even so your skin remained on fire, there was a strong need to be rinsed in ice. He gingerly shifted you onto your back, squeezing your hips before once more blanketing you with his body. He nuzzled your jaw, the side of your neck. You longed for him even as he bore his weight above you, his abdominal muscles tensing against your stomach.

"Did I hurt you?" he murmured as his hand found yours against your sex. His thumb grazed your folds tenderly. It was always surprising when T'atha treated you like a fine instrument, desperate to ensure you did not break. It was why he was covering you with his body now, using his hide as protection when you were at your most vulnerable.

"No," you replied though you'd be sore for days. After a second, you added mischievously: "I think we could go again-"

"You jest!" he returned, his tone rubbed in disbelief. He slapped you lightly on the ass. "Are you ill? Surely - you cannot -"

"I'm joking," you replied, and T'atha narrowed his eyes and flared his mandibles. Humor often went above Yautja heads.

"You're impossible-"

Suddenly, a siren erupted in the room. Emergency lights flared - coating them both in red. 

"Either your brothers are here, or the Xeno has escaped," you sighed as you reached for your leggings. 

A voice sounded over the intercom that you recognized. A'ta. Beneath his gravelly timbre, you could hear the dying gasp of the captors unlucky enough to have been caught by the other Yautja. You hoped they'd left some for T'atha or he'd be a nightmare for weeks.

"Brother," he greeted warmly. "Only you would waste precious time copulating with your oomani-di instead of planning your escape."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "That fuck knows my damn name."

Ignoring your remark, T'atha scowled at A'ta's insult. "He is mistaken. I had a plan."

You patted him on the bicep. "I know you did."