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Okay so my mind started working again, like imagine the reader just over all being a tease the whole day and in the evening his Yautja mate walks in on the reader touching himself later on which leads to smut:D?

What We Do In The Night

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (Male Reader) x AMAB Reader

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, teasing out in public, knots, masturbation, being caught while masturbating, cum eating, talk about cum, thigh fucking.

Word Count: 5662 (whoops, my hand slipped...)

Summary: A new question. What would happen if you teased your mate while on the mother ship? You're in front of his peers, touching him throughout the day. He can't do anything in return. Not when there's other watching. Wait until he get's back from his meeting...

Author Note: Welcome back! Glad to have you! I'm so glad you are liking them. I have to say, I'm slightly out of my element when it comes to MXM stuff but I do like a challenge. I'm loving them so much as you can clearly tell by the 11 page essay I just wrote, lol. Throw some more at me!

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Ao3

Many eyes were on your form as you strutted through the halls. Mai has taught you to ignore them, don’t give them energy to taunt you. Over many visits, you’ve gotten use to the stares and eyes. It no longer bothered you. To be honest, it made you want to try something that Mai has whispered to you before. The Yautja have little shame on what humans call disgusting. It’s taken some time to get use to seeing naked forms along the crew.

They have no reason to shy away though. Their frames are athletic and toned, just like your partners. Straight up hunters that loved the hunt. Most do, at least. From what you’ve heard, others prefer science or mechanics. Those are the similarities to the humans that you considered. There are things between your two races that are completely different then there’s those before mentioned ones.

Your feet were taking wide, quick strides to keep up with Mai’tuiudh. With how fast he was moving, he seemed to be on a deadly mission. To where, you have no idea.

It’s rare to be on the mothership. Mai hated to be here. By the looks of it, the other Yautjas felt the same towards him. The stares, glaring, and scoffing are any clue. You feel like it has something to do with you to being together, but it doesn’t matter to you.

Yet, the elders call upon him to physically check in and report his findings. Mai listens to them. Well, he has to or be hunted down by an Enforcer to be brought back. Mai’s told you this has happened once before. Some Yautja named Dai’stbaen dragging him here to answer to the elders.

The stares don’t go away as Mai plops down on the bench. A bowl of some sort of noodles in front of him. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him eat noodles. But it was quite strange yet funny to see. You join Mai next to him and leaned into his side. The Yautja doesn’t move and lets you stay there. There was a little coverage with the table. The others around have finally returned back to their food and tablemates. This was your chance.

A grin grew on your features. Your hand nearest to him rested on his bare thigh. The muscle barely twitched as Mai used chopsticks to pick up some noodles and bring it to his mouth. Said hand started to slide up towards Mai’s torso. This time, you felt Mai’s stomach flex against your side. Good boy, is what you wanted to say but you were in earshot of company.

Once the noodles tangled on the blue Yautja’s mandibles was consumed, Mai released a growl-chuff at you. “What are you doing, little bug?” he questioned, keeping a hand on the bowl and the other grasping the chopsticks. Mai wasn’t going to stop you though. The skimming of your palm felt wonderful against his skin. “Think wisely.”

Poor choice of words. You were thinking of all things you could do to him while he couldn’t do anything. Mai has a taste for touch outside of the bedroom but won’t full on take you in front of company. Such a gentleman. You continued to smirk as your hand reached the hem of his short-shorts, then pushed underneath.

Mai’s skin was set ablaze against yours the closer you got to his core. The Yautja squared his shoulders, attempting to keep any noises to himself. He tried. That’s all that matters in the end.

Later in the day, when the ship was calming down, the two of you found yourself in a sparring room. Other Yautjas were working on their form and whatnot. All of it was enticing but your eyes were kept on the blue Yautja stretching. Mai was bent at the waist, touching his fingers to his toes. You licked at your lips and secretly shifted your twitching dick. How could anyone not want to be ruined by him and his glory? If anyone said no, then they are complete liars.

Your Yautja swiped at drop of blood hanging from his lower mandible with a long tongue. The things Mai could do with that muscle. One’s you’ve experienced countless time. God, just thinking about him was probably alerting the Yautjas around about how horny you were for him. Who cares though? Not you as he walked over to you.

The waterskin in your hand was offered to the sweaty alien. Said being took it from your gasp. As he drank, you placed a hand on his stomach, feeling it flex. That limb skirted over Mai’s crotch, loving the way he tensed and almost choked on his drink. Mai was quick to cap the waterskin and grasp your hand. Yet, as the giant stared into your eyes, he couldn’t tell you to stop. Not when he felt his cock stir within his sheath. Damn this ship.

“What’s the matter, love? Cat got your tongue?” you jestered, palm resting over his crotch. If he didn’t need to show at least a hair of restraint in front of his peers, Mai would’ve had you face down, ass up. The feel of you wrapped around as he stroked your cock. Paya, save his damned soul.

His former sparring partner called to him, asking if they were going to continue. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he could walk straight out of this room and take you somewhere private.

Maybe he’ll just use your mouth, teach you lesson. Especially, when you’re touching him like that. It’s going to be difficult to focus now. It was all your fault.

The two of you stood in front of the door, a soft smile upon your lips. Lips that Mai wanted to bite as you looked at him that way. The way that captured his sight, his mind, his focus. He couldn’t help placing his hands on your hips and drawing you close.

The heat of his body made your lips press together, eyes sparkling with mischief. Your own hands started at his lower torso then skimmed around his sides then rested on the swell of Mai’s butt.

Said being’s mandibles clicked against one another. If only Elder Foq’oz hadn’t called upon him. He wouldn’t have to leave you. No, he could push you into his dwelling and take you against the door. No eyes could see, but everyone within the vicinity could hear how good he fucks your ass. Then, he would knot you, pouring his seed deep within you. You would keep it there, being so good for him. Afterwards, Mai would carry you to the large bath and take you all over again. He would happily seed you continuously through the night.

His cock’s tip started to rub against his shorts. The friction and smell of you made him keen silently, slightly bent over you. Mai let his tongue slither out to taste the air, eyes drifting shut.

Or, he could take you here. Quickly. Quietly. There would be eyes, much to his dismay, but you’re his. Yet, the Elder would be infuriated to learn why he was late. Mai would receive some sort of punishment by said Yautja. Not that he was against them… he didn’t want to be away longer than necessary from his mate.

“Prepare, little ooman,” he rumbled into shoulder before standing tall. In the air, Mai smelled his own dai-shui lingering. A short shower wasn’t going to get rid of it, as much as he hoped. He’ll have to bear what words the Elder will throw at him. All for you.

At his words, you cocked your head, brows furrowed. “For what, babe?” you requested, hands moving to Mai’s front and slipping underneath his pants again. Your Yautja rocked his hips forward, sweltering penis sliding against your hand. Paya, you were going to be the death of him at his stage. The way you touched him. The way you felt against him just like this.

“Pauking be ready when I return, ooman.” Oh, you knew you were in trouble now at that point. All you could do was smile innocently up at him. Mai growled softly, ending it with a keen. He used a hand to wrap around your neck and simply pin you into the door. “You will not leave my room in the morning. You will be full of me before day.”

Your dick throbbed in your pants. Since your grave has already been dug, who cares if it gets deeper. “Is that a promise or a threat?” One limb drifted north to tweak at one of Mai’s exposed nipples.

Mai’tuiudh had a strong urge to bite you on your neck. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson. Knowing you though, there’s a chance it wouldn’t work as well as he wanted it to. His grip tightened on you, claws pressing into your skin. “Consider it a threat and promise. It won’t matter though. You’ll be far too cockdumb to know.”

This time, you gasped, hands stilling. God, he knew how to get your blood going. Well, his presence already did that. Yet, you kept a cocky look on your face. “Good. Now, be a good boy and run along,” you shooed him away.

His hand slammed into the pad next to the door. This action caught the attention of many eyes around. Their head snapped to the two of you. They watched as the Yautja shoved you past the door and it closed between the pair. The heavy scent of a horny male in the air. Many just rolled their eyes at the smell before carrying on.

You stared at the sheet of metal blocking you from Mai’tuiudh. Now, you could release the façade, fingers already palming at the tent growing within your pants. Shit, that alien knows what he’s doing with you. His words, smell, being, they drove you crazy when he did things like this. Yet, you had to wait until he came back to get what you want.

An idea came to mind standing in the entrance. It was the honest truth you’ll have to wait until Mai gets done with whatever he’s doing to get knotted. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while he’s away. Now, you can imagine the sight of him walking in as you played with yourself.

Hand wrapped softly around your hard cock, precoma weeping from the tip. Maybe one of your many toys filling your ass, barely comparing to Mai’s impressive cock. It could just be there until he will.

The pants around your waist did nothing to hide the tent growing within them. Your blood rushing to your hardening cock. Your back rested against the closed door as a hand wrapped around yourself, softly stroking.

Images of past encounters with your lover played behind your eyelids. Every time ended with you knotted on him, dick twitching deep inside of you, filling you with his seed. The back of your smacked against the door, a low moan breaking the quiet air.

All the things Mai has done to you over the course of the time you’ve spent with him. The touches, the words, the emotions. By god, you love him. The Yautja may not say those exact words, but you knew he felt the same as he bared himself to you. He’s been vulnerable to you so many times before.

He’s treated you right this entire time. He cares about you. He’s kept you in his thoughts. Yes, there’s been disagreements, but fuck. They’ve always been resolved. He loves you, words or not. Through and through. When returned back from wherever he’s been called to, he’ll take care of you completely. Someday, you feel you should return the favor full heartily. God, what has you brain done to you?

The question should be, what has Mai done to you? Here you were, back against a door, hand now down your pants to stroke at your dick. Dirty, downright sinful thoughts spilling through your mind. All you wanted was Mai to walk in and see you fisting yourself as you moaned his name.

That made you push off of the door and take unsteady steps towards the bedroom. The trek was long and difficult. Your legs wobbled underneath you at each footfall. All your thoughts were focused on the mental image of you being pounded into by Mai. All you had to do was wait and be good, be prepared. You had a full understanding on what teasing the Yautja in front of his kind could do.

Out in public, Mai stays conservative. He’s respectful yet firm. You aren’t allowed out of his sights when in crowds. Though, this may seem demeaning, he will make you hold his hand the entire time. If that’s not possible. Like for instance, grabbing credits, he’ll force you in front of him, pressed up against him.

At that thought, you wanted to be skin to skin with him. Sweaty bodies moving with each other, each seeking pleasure in the other.

The concave bed covered in pelts and a couple of blankets felt like heaven. Past memories surfacing once more to remind you what’s to come. Your hand didn’t leave the confines of your pant as you laid back. You let loose a moan when you squeezed the base of your cock. That’s what Mai’s going to do to you when he returns. All the things he’s going to do… You wondered what position he’s going to fold you into when comes back. Maybe Mai won’t even take you in the bed. The wall could work, show off how strong he is as he holds you up easily in his arms. Or the bath; you riding him till he knots you. Mai stroking your cock in rhythm. You bit your bottom lip, hips stuttering against your hand.

How can you even think straight with those thoughts? To be honest, you probably weren’t thinking straight at the moment. Mai consumed your mind.

The drag of dry hands didn’t feel the best. You reached over to the low table next to the bed. When it came to Mai, he always has lube nearby at the thoughts of you. One way he shows he truly cares about you. Always on his mind too.

After retrieving the bottle of lube and a toy, your pants were pushed off of your legs and thrown off to the side. Your hardened cock rested against your stomach, leaking precum, tip pink and flushed. It jumped when you skimmed slick fingers over the underside. You whined at the feeling and did the same thing again. Mai’s rough fingers would feel so much better. Patience was key right now. All you had to do was wait somewhat patiently for his return.

The toy earlier mentioned was slicked up with the same lube. You rolled onto your side, hiked up a leg, and nudged the tip against the tight ring of muscles. After countless times with Mai, he’s been able to loosen you up to make it easier for the two of you. Yet, it never hurts to prepare yourself for him. He did say to do that before he left you panting and hard against the door.

You softly cried out as the plug was pushed into you, slowly opening you up. Your bottom lip was bitten again at the pleasure spiking throughout your body. This caused you to start panting, jaw hung low.

Then, the thickest part of it was pushed fully and nestled perfect inside. Your only free hand went immediately back to your cock and started up a decent pace. Your body stayed on it’s side as you stroked, eyes starting to roll back into your head. Fuck, this wasn’t the greatest. The plug did little to fill you the way Mai could. It made you hungry for more. Yet, you guessed it was the idea and possible feeling that had you whining in the empty room.

It was far from silent now in the bedroom. Soft cries, whines, and moan echoing back at your needy form on Mai’s bed. You buried your nose into the pelt and took a deep breath. There. There was his grounding scent woven into the blankets. Your dick twitched, more precum coating the tips. You used the palm of your hand to corkscrew the tip. “Mai!” you whimpered, other hand clawing into the bed.

The muscles in your lower torso tensed, preparing for the upcoming orgasm. Your hand sped up, tightening its hold. Your mind is starting to go blank, besides the only thought on it was Mai. “Pl-ease, let, let me come, baby,” you begged to a figure who wasn’t here, to an empty room.

Your balls tightened, drawing up into your pelvis. Your arm growing tired at the speed but didn’t dare stop. Not when it was right the- “What do we have here?”

Over the white noise in your ears, you heard a voice gravelly speak. The concentration was dropped, hand stopping at the tip, eyes shooting open to find the origin.

In all of his glory, Mai rested a shoulder against the doorway, arms crossed, and eyes locked onto you. His long tongue slipped between his inner jaw to taste the air. You watched as his burnt orange eyes expanded.

All you could do was lay there, panting and not daring to move. The male finally pushed off of the door frame and marched straight over to you. Now, you turned onto your back and started to crawl away from him. That didn’t work.

Mai simply grasped an ankle and tugged you back to him before forcing you onto your front. One hand pinned your neck down into the bed while the other lifted your hips up. The shiny blue butt plug now exposed to him. The Yautja purred lowly, thumb touching the plug before hooking a claw and lightly pulling on it. It moved only an inch inside of you, but you moaned, hands grasping at the pelts again. “Mai,” you cried out his name with him here.

“If you didn’t tease me since this morning, I would be praising you. But you don’t deserve my good words now. Not when you have me wanting to breed you since you touched me out in the hallways this morning.” Mai pushed on the plug now, gaining the same reaction as before. “Do you know how hard it was not to push you into the floor in front of other people and knot you right there? I know you would’ve sound so pretty, begging for my knot and to bred you.”

The touch on your lower end was removed. Only a cool breeze ghosted over the hot skin he had grazed over. “You would’ve loved that. Huh? Seeing all those larger than you watching you getting bred by one of their own? Maybe you would’ve let them have a turn with you?”

This time, you whine in disagreement. “No, no! All yours. All yours. I want you, love. Please. I’m only yours.”

From behind you, where you couldn’t see, Mai smirked proudly at that. The belt around his thick waist was removed, thrown off to the side. Green pelt shorts followed shortly after.

A shiver raked the Yautja’s body, his cock meeting the air, slick and pulsing with need. Mai knew the elder could smell his arousal when Mai entered the room. As much as Mai should’ve felt embarrassed, he didn’t. Instead, he wanted the meeting to be over the moment it started. So, he could come back here and fill you with his cock. Patience is a hunter’s virtue. One a struggled with since he was a child.

“You know how to please me, little ooman,” he grumbled, letting his hand return back to your butt. He squeezed one of your cheeks. Patience. His prize would soon come to him in time. Instead, Mai rested his heavy cock on your tail bone and rutted against you.

From the smell and sight of you, you were ready to come. He could tell when he entered the room you were about to. But Mai ensured you wouldn’t.

Like all the times before, the Yautja leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. His body curled over yours, easily covering you like a big blanket. The hand on your butt moved to slither around your torso, taking up so much space. “Are you ready for me?” he softly whispered. You felt your cock jump, slapping against Mai’s arm. He smirked at this and licked a stripe behind the shell of your ear.

A whimper sounded in the back of your throat. “Please, love, fill me. I want to feel you so bad. You don’t understand.” His chest vibrated your spine, traveling through your body. You sobbed at the feeling on your weeping cock.

“Oh, but I completely understand.” Mai lifted his upper body off of you before maneuvering you into the position he wanted. You were still in bed, plug removed. Now though, he was sitting with you straddling his thick thighs and waist. Your knees couldn’t even touch the pelts below. All of your weight is resting completely on him now.

A heavy amount of lube had been used on both of you. To the point you felt it rolling down your legs in beads. Both of Mai’s hands were resting on your hips, thumbs touching each other in the middle of your torso. Your aching cock pinned between. It leaked precum, sliding down the length. You were so needy for him, needing to come all over him. Your own way of marking him in return.

Mai simply lifted you up, your cock sliding against his toned abdomen. You reached back to grasp his dick and guide it to your entrance. The Yautja purred as you did so, easily keeping you up.

When you pressed the tip in, Mai’s purr stuttered with a growl. He tensed to stop himself from rutting up into you at just the feel. No matter how many times he enters you, it makes him feel like a newly blooded Yautja getting his first female. This was a hundred times better than that though, making it even harder not to pin you underneath his large frame and take you. You made him feel this way.

He allowed you to control the speed at first. Your comfort was first in his book. He enjoyed the slow slide of you coming down on his penis. The way you would stop, rise up only to fall further. You squeezed the life out of him the further you went down. Then, you finally met your hips against his. His claws bit into your skin at the feeling.

“God, you fe-el so good, love.” Your hand skated down to wrap around your cock. A mistake. Mai grasped that limb and pulled it away.

“Mine to touch. Not yours,” he demanded before releasing the hold. You whined and rested your forehead against his pec. How could he deny you when he’s filling you so perfectly. His knot wasn’t inflated but you could still feel it pressing inside of you.

The Yautja rumbled a laugh at your reaction. Poor little ooman, waiting for him to knot. He waited though until he felt you fully relax against him before lifting you up. The way you sobbed into his chest had him already wanting to hear more. He pulled you back down until your hips met again, beginning a slow but hard pace. One that had you panting and pawing at him.

Low curse words spilling from your lips at the building pleasure. Pleasure that had you already on the edge from earlier. Oh shit. You were going to come so quick. There was no stopping if he kept this up. What would he think of you? Such a needy little thing, already spilling your cum on him?

It took a little effort to even think of the words as the band in your stomach tightened. “Mai, Mai… mmm. I’m gonna come. Let me. Please. I wanna. Please,” you begged to the large alien fucking his cock into you.

Said being couldn’t help the smirk from growing on his mandibles. What you had said already confirmed his suspicions. This was the cause from you playing with yourself earlier. He couldn’t deny the fact you were making him feel so good. Though, if he was truly thinking, he probably would’ve stopped to let the orgasm fade away. You deserved it after teasing with all those touches all day.

His mind already recalling your subtle touches against his thigh as the two of you walked through the hallways. Many of his kinds eyes were on you, watching. Yet, you didn’t seem to know and carried out feeling him up. He knew the others could smell his growing musk for you. He can’t blame the mating season. There’s a couple of months till then.

After that one, you had taken a seat on his lap, pressing into him. Mai easily read the way the room tensed at this. Some Yautja had looked away while others couldn’t stop staring. As much as Mai hated it, he returned the pressure on them until no one dared to look at them.

Then later on, you had pulled him, off guard, into an empty hallway and backed him into the wall. This caused the Yautja’s eyes to bulge out, lower jaw slackened as he watched you feel him up. Mai couldn’t help his head throwing back and body pressing up into your hands. You ate that up happily.

Or when you slipped your hand into his pants while he talking to an old friend. He nearly choked on his spit when your fingers slipped across his slit. Said friend gave him a weird look but carried on until Mai had to remove the two of you from the equation. You were giggling the entire time, unable to quiet down. Damn, you were proud of yourself.

Usually, now would be the time for revenge. With the way you were squeezing him, calling his name, begging for him. How could he deny you that sweet, sweet release?

Mai angled his hips towards something he knew would make you keen just for him. When the tip of his penis slammed against that special spot, you gasped, nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck! Do that again! Please! Again,” you pleaded with him. You were perfect like this.

One of his hands moved to grasp your weeping cock and started a pace that matched his own. If you were going to come this early, he’s going to milk it for what it’s worth. “Come, little ooman. Come on my hand, now,” he snarled as he felt you clench around him. He had a bit of stamina left in him so this wasn’t the end for him just yet.

You cried out hard, his name falling from your lips. The band in your stomach snapped, balls drawn tight. Your cock throbbed within Mai’s hold, white cum shooting out across his torso and hand. Your shaky hands slid up to grasp at his shoulders. “Good boy,” the large predator grumbled, hips not once faltering, over the white noise in your ear.

Once the feeling of cloud nine started to fade away slowly, your body slumped against his chest. You felt your cum touch you but that was the least of your worries now. Your own heaving for air. One of Mai’s hands petted down the length of your sweaty back. You relaxed, eyes drifting close.

Until the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation started to creep up your spine. You whined incoherently at him, hands pawing at him. This gained his attention to stop, one hand forcing your chin to look up at him. Concern bubbled deep within those burnt orange eyes of his as they searched your own. “Are you okay?” he was quick to ask yet didn’t dare move in case he somehow injured him.

“Too much,” you slurred, eyes watering. Mai was relieved at that. He hadn’t hurt you. An idea was quick to come to mind instead.

Mai leaned down to lick at your cheek, a way to give you kiss. “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You hummed with a head nod. To which, Mai followed through with what he said he was going to do.

It wasn’t painful as he slipped from you. Instead, it made your softening cock twitch with need. You whined at the feeling, softly digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. “You did so well for me,” he whispered into your ear after he fully pulled out and kept you seated in his lap.

From this position and what part of your mind that had returned, you took notice on how hard and the lack of a knot… Mai hadn’t come yet. That wasn’t fair. You weren’t about to let that go. One of your hands reached behind you to grasp at his aching cock. The Yautja groaned, hips jutting up into your grasp, but he was able to snap out of it and stop you. He was going to take care of you, not the other way around. “Rest, little ooman. You did so good.” Mai brought up his cum coated hand to his mouth and licked it out. The taste is different from his own in all the good ways. His cock jumped at the taste but you weren’t able to at this moment.

“Mai, you hadn’t come yet,” you stated like he didn’t know it was the truth.

“I’ll be fine.” That you disagreed with a whine and shook your head.

“No. Use me. Wait-“ an idea came to mind “-use my thighs.” Mai’tuiudh’s eyes pinned at that, hold tightening on you.

Over time, your thighs have grown stronger but still have a velvety feel to them. Maybe you did have a good idea. “Are you sure? I don-“

“Fucking use me.” Your wish is his command.

Mai maneuvered you the way he wanted, showing off his strength during the moment. Now, you were on your back. Both of your legs up in the air but your thighs pressed together, slick between the two. Again, lube is your best friend when it comes to Mai’tuiudh. You loved him but not a day of sex goes by without said bottle.

“Ready?” he questioned. One arm was wrapped around your knees, keeping them together. His hand holds his throbbing, weeping cock. No words came to you. Instead, all you did was nod your head. One hand rested on your softened cock. The feel of it there made you shutter.

Once he got the confirmation, Mai lined himself between your thighs then pushed forward. His eyes rolled back into his head. He wasn’t going to last long. The course of the day weighing him down. You were weighing him down. The sight of your small form below him, pauked out, willing to let him use your legs for his pleasure.

A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. You smiled, dazed, up at him, palm and digits wrapping around your cock. There wasn’t a chance to get another orgasm out of you but the pleasure was always welcomed. “You gonna come, big boy? Gonna come all over me? I’m gonna smell like you then, if you do,” you teased lowly.

Start talking about marking and scenting, that’ll get Mai’s gears going. It’s the perfect thing. Said Yautja’s hips faltered their beginning pace already. A low hum sounding in the back of your throat. “Hmmm, yes you are. You always look so handsome when you do. Gonna let me see that again. See you cover me in your cum.”

This time, you heard Mai’tuiudh whimper, hold tightening while his other arm came for support around your legs. You reached down with your free limb. Each time the top portion of his cock speared between your thighs, you caressed him.

Then, an idea came to mind.

The limb holding your dick lifted it up to rub against Mai’s each time he thrusted forward. Pleasure shocked throughout your entire body, causing you to gasp and tense. “Come, baby. Come!” you called out to him like you were in charge. As if.

Mai’tuiudh’s eyes narrowed, hips brutally slapping against yours like he was possessed. All you could do was lie there and watch as your gorgeous Yautja fell apart above. The strong, mighty have fallen to the likes of you, about to come at the feel of your thighs. “That’s it. You can do it.”

A roar echoed around the room. Mai slammed his thighs against the back of yours. A stinging sensation ran up them but you pushed that off to the side to watch as your Yautja came.

Large spurts of cum shot out from the neon green tip of Mai’s beautiful cock. The strength it had had it landing on your face. You were happy to lick what you could off of it, all while keeping eye contact with him.

He was quick to bend over and lick a stripe off of your face for you. Then, said tongue pressed against your lips. You allowed him entrance and tasted him.

When the two of you pulled away, him hovering over you, eyes peering into yours, you leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lower mandible. “You looked so pretty when you come, babes,” you teased the Yautja.

“I should be the one saying that to you. Specially covered with my seed.” You giggled with a soft smile. Mai leaned back up, large body kneeling before you. “Now, why don’t I clean you up?” You happily agreed with him, letting the Yautja lift your body off of the bed. One thing you liked being on this ship was the bath. This ship wasn’t that bad in the end.

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Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Ten (sfw)

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Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw)

You didn’t let go of Red’s hand as you walked by his side back towards the sentry gates, and his fingers held yours just as tightly. He was still rumbling softly to himself with every step.

When they saw you returning to the gate so soon, the two guards grinned at you and let you back in with a pair of knowing smiles and only a light ribbing.

“They are fond of you,” Red said, and it wasn’t a question.

You shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, they look out for me… I’m not military, but they seem to like me well enough. I think the way the Hunters treat me has a lot to do with it though…”

“The way we…?” Red cut himself off, confused. “I don’t understand.”

With a little laugh, you looked up at him. He had slowed his longer stride to match yours and had his head at a curious tilt as he regarded you. From that angle, you could see the shorter, bitten-off ‘dreads’ on the same side as the puckered scarring across his neck and collarbones from the shrike attack in the woods and your stomach lurched a little as fleeting flashes played out before your mind’s eye: Red’s feral roar, that thing latched onto his neck, claws digging in, green blood spurting… With a deliberate wrench, you tore your mind out of the past and back into the present.

“Whatever Croc said about me has clearly spread, because once they know who I am, Hunters treat me like some kind of… I don’t know, not quite a hero, but… there’s a weird amount of reverence that your people have for me that doesn’t match up to what I did…”

“You saved his life.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I leapt in front of a shrike to do it, Red,” you countered as you walked together along the road that led to the airfield. Somehow it hadn’t quite sunk in that he was really there after so long. “I just put a tourniquet on him and stopped him bleeding to death. Literally anyone with some basic first aid training could have done what I did… but it feels like every Hunter who knows my name treats me like a fucking war hero who saved, I don’t know, the High Elder! Not that Croc isn’t important, he is, but you know what I mean…”

Big Red shook his head and snarled softly. “Your first instinct was to help him. Our people respect warriors, but we also respect courage.”

“Is it really courage though, if attacking him had never crossed my mind in the first place?”

Abruptly, Big Red stopped and turned to look directly down at you despite the mask covering his eyes once again. “You took a great risk in helping him. You were alone, unprotected and… you had no idea if we would be hostile. Many of us would have killed you just for approaching when we were that vulnerable.”

A stern kind of pride rang in his deep, scraping voice as he articulated the words around his clicking mandibles, and you felt a flush of heat wash over your face at Red’s intense sincerity.

“And you are brave,” he went on. “We saw how you fought against the —” he clicked out the name in his own language and then translated “— ‘shrike’.” His compliments dissolved into another clicking, chittering, non-verbal growl and he spread his mandibles wide in a display of fierce admiration. A gossamer line of saliva connected top and bottom for a moment, but it broke when he shook his head. “If we hadn’t got there…”

“But you did,” you smiled, and squeezed his hand.

“You held it off,” he said. “You had no training, and no weapons that could kill it. When we heard your shout, I thought… I thought we would find you… dead… but you were still fighting…” He reached up and brushed reverent knuckles across your cheek with tremulous awe that stole your breath and made your chest constrict.

Embarrassed, you puffed out a little sigh and muttered, “Adrenaline is a powerful thing, I guess.”

In a vague attempt at diffusing the moment, you tried to walk on, but Red caught up to you in a single stride and snatched your wrist in his hand, physically turning you around to face him. His massive hand around your forearm was gentle, but unyielding as iron.

He growled at you again, and you found yourself almost unsettled by it; wrong-footed. “Red?”

He let go of you and huffed in frustration. “I wish… I wish you could see how…” He chittered a word in his own language and you smiled, cheeks heating when you caught what he said.

Slowly, you stepped right up into his personal space and pressed your left palm against his bare, muscular chest while your other drifted down to his slim waist. “‘Extraordinary’, am I?” you purred.

“You know, it is very unsettling that you can understand me now,” he muttered, looking away and clicking. He didn't try to step back though, or break the contact with you.

“You’ll have to watch what you say now, Big Guy,” you said with a playful, upward twist of your lips. “I might not be able to speak your language, but I know what you’re too shy to say to my face these days. You can’t hide.”

He gave a wordless clicking that still indicated pleasure despite his embarrassment, and he leaned down, hands tightening on your shoulders, claws pricking. As he moved his face closer to yours his mandibles opened and closed repeatedly in a slow, gentle pincer movement, and as he closed the gap between you, your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of the touch of talons against your cheeks again.

Just as those four pin-prick points pressed against your face in the lightest of caresses, a Hunter ship cruised overhead and disappeared out of sight behind the hangar and you chuckled. “Croc,” you whispered, but Big Red just squeezed your shoulders harder, drawing you even closer before finally kissing you, after his fashion.

His long, dark, forked tongue flickered out to taste your lips and you let him deepen the kiss. He rumbled with pleasure, a thunderstorm in his chest, then grabbed your waist, and slid his hands to the curve of your backside, gripping you and letting his hands wander up and down every part of you he could reach. He didn’t stop purring all the while.

“Come on,” you snorted, pulling back after a few dizzying moments. “Or I’ll get so worked up Croc will smell it anyway.”

“I can smell it now,” Red growled, chasing another kiss which you gladly gave him.

“Fuck,” you gasped as his mandibles scraped across your neck and left you hot all over and aching in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. “Fuck, stop,” you laughed, pushing him square in the centre of his chest. He responded immediately, but he was chuckling as he stepped back.

“Croc will not go easy on me either,” he said as you set off, hand in hand. “If that is any… consolation.”

“It’s not,” you snorted. “He’s a menace.”

“It is a good job he is mated then,” Red said and you stopped abruptly.

“Mated? Since when?”

Big Red just waited for you to start walking again and, when you’d kicked your feet back into motion, said, “Just over… what must be about one Earth year ago, I think? He is bonded to one of my crew, a large male, named ‘Midnight’ in your language. Together though, they are in a relationship with a human.”

“I’m not surprised it takes two people to love Croc,” you snorted. “He’s a handful.”

“In every sense,” Red hissed dryly and you snorted out a loud laugh.

The second ship was just lowering its ramp amid a hiss of steam when you and Red joined the tarmac. There were two Hunters already standing outside of Red’s ship though, apparently enjoying the night air and some quiet conversation with each other while they waited for Croc’s crew to appear, or for their own captain to return.

As you drew nearer, you could see that one of them was the same species as Red, with thin ‘dreads’ and a rusty, ochre colouring, though he was perhaps a little smaller and skinnier than Red, while the other one… He seemed to be one of Croc’s species, but he was a stunning, midnight blue. His skin was so dark it was almost completely black, but in the light spilling from the entrance of Red’s ship, you could see that there were patches of blue over his shoulders and some lighter, smoky coloured areas across his stomach.

It wasn’t his unique colour though that had made you stop in your tracks and caused Red to snicker at you. It was the Hunter’s size. He was… huge.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “That’s your new crew-mate?”

“Yes.”

“Does he even fit on your ship?”

Red chuckled.

“And that’s who Croc and his human are with?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit,” you repeated. Perhaps Croc had finally met his match after all.

Red leaned down and his mandibles brushed your ear as he whispered, “He’s very submissive.”

You looked at him with surprise. “No way?”

Red nodded again and straightened. “The females adore him.”

“They must be pissed he’s picked Croc and a human to mate instead.”

“You have no idea,” he said. “Come. I will introduce you.”

At that moment though, Croc strode out of his ship and down the gangway, and when he saw you he stalled, roared a greeting that rent the night in two, and spread his arms wide. Arms. Plural. On closer inspection, you saw that his left arm was a mix of metal and something resembling carbon fibre all the way down, and it had sharp, metal-alloy claws that matched his natural ones on the other hand.

Red leaned down and kissed the top of your head with his mandibles. “He hasn’t shut up about seeing you again,” he said. “All we heard on every communication was how much he wanted to see you again.”

Laughing, you thwacked Red’s stomach once with the back of your hand. “His poor mates,” you cringed.

“They understand that it is different,” he shrugged. “As it is for him and me.”

“I’m glad you get it,” you said earnestly, and then, when Croc gave another demanding, impatient shriek, you ran to him.

He was laughing as you approached, and when you reached him, he swept you up off your feet and into a massive hug. He swung you around like Red had done, and finally set you down, still laughing.

“It is good to see you,” he said, and then bowed his head down to touch his forehead reverently — formally — to yours. Well, he tried to touch your forehead, but because of his height he ended up resting his on the crown of yours instead, but you knew the gesture was one of deep respect, and you returned it as best you could.

“It’s good to see you too, Croc,” you smiled when he straightened. “You’re looking well! Love your new arm.”

“Me too!” he said, bringing it up between you in a cartoonish bicep curl and clenching his fingers into a triumphant fist. “I can finally beat your Big Red at wrestling.”

You snorted. “I hear you’re mated twice over now,” you said, and he chittered his mandibles at you in a bashful smile. “Congratulations.”

“Yes. My human mate is on board,” he said, “And you must have met Midnight already.”

“Apt name,” you muttered. “Red was just about to introduce me. I’ve only just got here.”

“You do not live… here?” Croc asked, looking towards the lights of the complex. “Our commander said this was your base.”

You shook your head and pointed in the rough direction of home. “No, I live off-base over there. I was on my way home when Red found me just now.”

“No wonder you smell like that,” Croc grinned, mandibles obnoxiously wide.

“Shut up,” you snorted. “I knew you’d have to make a comment. I should have made a bet with Red.”

“He’d never have taken it,” Croc said. “I’ll just have to lock the two of you in his quarters for a while,” he added. “You’ve got some catching up to do. He’s been insufferable since you left.” There was something else there — some nuance that you didn’t quite understand — but you let it lie for the time being.

“We’d be in his quarters already if you hadn’t shown up so soon to interrupt us” you quipped, biting back the urge to make a terrible ‘Croc block’ pun. He roared with laughter all the same and steered you closer to Red’s ship.

“Christ, he’s huge, Croc,” you hissed out of the corner of your mouth as Croc led you over to where Midnight was talking to Red.

The other of Red’s species had disappeared inside the ship, leaving the two of them alone on the tarmac. Midnight towered over Red at what had to have been nearly eight and a half feet tall, and his muscles were frankly enormous, but when he saw you and Croc walking over together, he tilted his head a little and then sank to one knee, bowing his head. He wasn’t wearing a helmet or mask of any kind, and you wondered fleetingly if they even made them that big. They must do, if the females were about his size, but still.

“You… saved… our mate’s… life,” he said in very slow and deliberate English. His voice was far deeper than that of any of the male Hunters you’d ever met, and it was as rough as a handful of rocks.

His onyx mandibles looked like they could puncture solid steel, and while his skin was an inky blue, the fangs and tusks at the tips made a lovely contrast in ivory white. He bore no scars or marks that you could see, and his ‘braids’ were long to his ribs, and thicker than Croc’s. His eyes were a brilliant, emerald green. No wonder everyone liked him so much; he was polite and gorgeous.

“Yeah, well, Croc saved me right back a few days later,” you said carefully. “Please, there’s no need for that. I’m honoured to meet his mate.”

From Croc’s ship behind you, a female voice yelled, “Are you lot starting the party without me?” A second voice laughed along with hers, and you all turned around to find two humans at the top of the ramp of the Hunter ship.

The one on the left was a gorgeous woman with warm, Mediterranean skin and dark hair, sitting in a manual wheelchair. She rocked back into a playful wheelie for a moment and then propelled herself carefully down to join you, her friend in military uniform following behind like a shadow or a bodyguard.

“Elena Lopez,” the woman in the wheelchair said, coming to a halt in front of you and extending her hand.

Her friend in military gear made introductions too, adding after a polite nod at Red behind you, “Croc and Midnight are my boys…”

“Pleased to meet you both,” you said, and then the penny dropped and you gawped openly at Elena. “Oh my God, wait, are you Dr. Elena Lopez? From the Madrid Centre for Extra-Terrestrial Studies?”

“The same,” Elena smiled.

“The paper you wrote with Dr. García was what made me sign up for the mission where I met these two in the first place,” you blurted in an awkward rush, nudging Red in the chest with the back of your head since he was pressed practically along the entire length of your back where he stood behind you, with one hand affectionately on your hip. His thumb kept stroking little soft, tender arcs across your clothes and you tried not to lean too noticeably into him. God you were tired though, and it felt so good to be in his arms again.

Elena laughed, a warm, bright, rich sound, and said, “You’re welcome then,” she snorted, her dark eyes glittering as she regarded Big Red too. “I’ve moved out of linguistics since then though,” she went on. “I’m working with Croc and Midnight here to integrate their tech with ours. Got myself a sweet exo-suit in the ship,” she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. “We’re working on treatments for SCIs like mine. If Croc’s new arm interfaces seamlessly with his nervous system, we’re hoping to use implants based on it for both spinal cord patients and amputees, but Hunter tech doesn’t always play ball with our bodies. We’re getting closer to making it all work though.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“Hanging out with these goofballs is half the fun,” she said and then glanced at her watch. “You’ll have to excuse me though. I’ve got to take a call from London in a couple of minutes, but we should all get a drink some time,” she said, taking in all three humans among the Hunters. “Compare notes on being mated to these goofballs.”

“Wait, you too?” you asked as she pushed away and her quiet friend nodded politely before departing as well.

Elena barked another laugh from the top of the ramp and nodded. “Ask your big guy. It’s a funny story.”

Red ruffled your hair before clicking something at Midnight about being dismissed for the night. He nodded at Red, then bowed at you, and followed the departing humans onto Croc’s ship.

“Dr. Lopez is mated to a female,” Red hissed and you spun round to face him.

“No… I thought they never left the mothership?”

“They don’t. I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

Croc lingered outside after his mates and Dr. Lopez had gone. “Your Big Red has been our Big Pain in the Ass since we left you,” he said.

“Yeah?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at Red.

He grumbled something from behind the mask and shrugged. “Insubordinate runts. Because of Croc, my own crew calls me all sorts of names,” he said to you. “Even Midnight. ‘Big Moody’, ‘Big Grumpy’, ‘Big Idiot’…”

You poked Croc in his impressive pec with a finger, probably hurting yourself more than him. “You told me I should go when I did,” you scowled, not truly angry. “You told me that if I didn’t, the bond would be harder to break and that I’d end up hurting Red even more!”

“Peace,” Red growled, taking hold of your arm and pulling you gently away from his friend. “He was right. You did the right thing.”

Fuelled in equal parts by emotion and exhaustion, tears suddenly prickled hot along your lashes and you turned away from Croc, shielding your watery eyes and wavering lip from his sight against Big Red’s chest.

“Then why did it feel so shit?” you hissed, caught completely off-guard by the intensity of the feelings that had welled up inside you without warning.

Red brought his hand up to cup your face and he stroked his rough thumb across your cheek.

Croc switched to their own language and chittered at Croc, “You haven’t admitted you’re still bonded, have you?”

Red immediately snarled at him to shut up, and you lurched back, staring wide eyed. “You bonded?” you asked.

Behind you, Croc swallowed thickly, audibly, and croaked, “You… uh… You learned our language, then?”

“Yes I did,” you snapped without looking at him. “Red, is it true? Did you… form a… a bond? With me?”

All the anger drained slowly but visibly out of Red and he tore his attention away from Croc and nodded at you. “Yes,” he said. “I formed a bond with you on the first night we slept together. In the storm. It never faded.”

“In the storm? But… I thought you had to… like… have sex to form a bond?”

“Not always,” Red admitted. “It is rare though.”

From behind you, Croc piped up. “Bonds that don’t form with sex are the deepest. They can’t be broken.” After a short pause during which none of you moved or spoke, Croc added to Red, “I didn’t know that part.”

Big Red shook his head and sighed again, the air whistling through his lungs and mandibles in that familiar wheezing way. His huge, hulking shoulders dropped and he laughed quietly. “I never said.”

Croc stepped closer and you looked over your shoulder at the movement.

He tilted his head in a question at Red, and out of the corner of your eye you just caught the faint nod of Red’s head before Croc laid his hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I will leave you two for tonight,” he said, and his tone was unusually sincere. “It is good to see you again.” To Red he added, “Please tell —” he clicked out an unfamiliar name which you assumed belonged to Red’s other crew member “— that he is welcome on my ship for as long as he likes.”

You picked up the message loud and clear. He was offering a bolt-hole so that you and Red could have the ship to yourselves. You tried not to feel too embarrassed.

Red snorted and then stepped around you. He took off his bone mask and bowed his head to lean his forehead against Croc’s in a gesture of long-standing familiarity and deep respect. They both closed their eyes, and in their own language, Red said, “It’s good to see you again, my friend.”

Hunters had several words for ‘friend’ which all carried different connotations and which had no direct translation into English. The particular word he had chosen was translated literally as ‘beloved of my soul’ but without the romantic implications of a mate, and you choked a little as you recognised it. They brushed their mandibles fondly against one another’s and then Croc turned to you.

“You left him in my care,” Croc said. “Now I leave my friend in yours.”

With a watery smile, you slid your hand into Red’s and squeezed. Unable to form words around the lump in your throat, you just nodded in a silent, solemn promise, and the two of you watched as Croc walked away to his ship and up the ramp without looking back.

“I didn’t know you hadn’t seen him in a while either.”

Red just nodded.

You looked up at Big Red and bit your lip as your mind reeled back to your discovery of his lingering mating bond.

“Red…” you hissed. You knew just enough about mated Hunters to know that without physical access to their mate — not just sex, but simple, everyday contact — they could sicken and sometimes even die. Others gave in to anger and grief at the separation, and became what had been roughly translated to ‘berserkers’ in most human languages. Red just seemed… drained and reserved, and even quieter than before. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I hoped it would break,” he shrugged. “I thought I would be punished for allowing my ship to be shot down, and I never dreamed they’d send me back here. I thought I’d never see you again.”

You hugged him so tightly he wheezed again, and then you both laughed weakly.

“Come on,” Red sighed with a fond hand on the back of your head. “I promised you a shower.”

“Don’t you need to let your other crew-mate know he can go over to Croc’s ship?”

He shrugged. “He’ll keep to himself. He’s very shy.” When he caught the equally shy look on your face, he grinned his mandibles wide and said, “The walls of all our quarters are soundproof anyway.”

“Not sure I’m up to anything much tonight,” you confessed with a quick look at the time. “Ugh, I’ve been awake for about twenty one hours now.”

Red growled and steered you up the ramp with a hand at the small of your back.

“Later,” he said. “We will have time for everything else later.”

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Croc! And what do you think of the new characters? I deliberately left the other human as blank as possible (except for the military uniform) so that if their story comes up with Croc in the future, it can also be a gender/body neutral reader, but boy did I have to do some metaphorical gymnastics to get around that in the text!

I was going to have some steamy reunion stuff but I decided to leave that out because a) our reader is super exhausted and b) it didn’t fit the tone I was going for. So... sexy times next time? :)

Thank you so much for your enthusiasm and kind words and asks and tags and reblogs on this project so far! It means so much to me!

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looseratinthegarage · 9 months

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YAUTJA DISCORD COMMUNITY

So I’m making a discord for predator fans. I’ve joined a couple of the ones already existing but I didn’t really like them and they were pretty inactive. The server is still a tiny baby, I’m still developing it. If you’d like to help create the community, such as make channels, categories, and events please message me directly on discord!!

You have to be 13+ to join the server, and 18+ to join the nsfw channels. NSFW channels are basically where the adults can chat and simp for characters without exposing the children to inappropriate content. I want this community to be safe for ALL. That means all ages, fans, simps, and average enjoyers of the franchise are welcome. If anyone wishes to be a moderator and help keep the server safe then again message me directly on discord!! :3

Username: boarf.

#discord server #yautja #slashers #horror #slasher community #predator #yautja x reader #discord community #yautja boyfriend #yautja male #yautja/human #yautja oc #yautja imagines #yautja x human #yautja lore #yautja art #male yautja #female yautja #yautja predator community

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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I just wanted to share my Yautja OC/sketch. He doesn't have a name yet but I'm open to suggestions.

#yautja imagine #yautja headcanon #yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja #predator x reader #predator #cute #baby #male Yautja

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bunnyraptor69 · 2 years

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NEW ANIMATIC!!!!!

The yautja You may not recognize is my de ar pyode(Ze'rei is his real name)he is head over heels for Lilith and he is her first and forever mate

💚💚💚

For those who don't know i have a headcanon where i mix japanese anime comedy with yautjas

To be more specific is the typical nosebleed cause the guy or girl see something they "like" XDDDDDDDDD

Yautjas doesn't have noses but they have nostrils inside their mouth/jaws,You already know the drill XDDDDDDDD

@black-suns-rim @lunaerebus @ladyofparchments @turtle-babe83 @dae-art @thedemonskitten @skadi-gemini @aescela @monstatron @thequeencryptid @chopshop-creationz @vampirikart @beetle-drip @daswhox @shaymin99 @heavenlydeer @mommymao @micaela-arg @goldennugger @predatorsmp @bonnie-irahsaj @roguemonsterfucker @cyvorg @slashergardens @kryptum-one

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avaleigh16 · 7 months

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The Yautja, Taanok, was smitten with Y/N from the moment he first saw her. Her beauty, strength, and royal blood made her the most desirable mate he could ever hope for. He had been courting her for weeks, bringing her gifts and showing off his superior hunting skills, but she remained stubbornly uninterested.

Finally, one day, she revealed her secret. She was already expecting a Yautja pup, which meant she couldn't mate with Taanok. He was at first disappointed, but then his instincts kicked in. He had to protect her and her unborn pup at all costs.

Taanok became fiercely protective of Y/N, always by her side and offering to help her in any way he could. He even helped her hunt, using his superior skills to bring down the biggest and most dangerous prey. Y/N was impressed by his loyalty and strength, and slowly began to see him in a different light.

As the weeks passed, Y/N began to notice that her powers were growing stronger. She had always been powerful, but now she was becoming almost invincible. Taanok noticed it too, and began to wonder if her mixed blood was the reason for her strength.

One night, as they were sitting by the fire, Taanok finally worked up the courage to ask Y/N to be his mate. He told her that he knew she was already carrying another Yautja's pup, but that he would always protect her and her child. Y/N was touched by his devotion, and agreed to become his mate.

From that moment on, Taanok was by Y/N's side every step of the way. He helped her during the birth of her pup, a strong and healthy female with a mixture of Yautja and her powerful species. They were both overjoyed with their new family, and Taanok knew that he would always be there to protect them, no matter what.

#female reader #male yautja #yautja x reader #predator #yautja #yautja love #predator x reader #aliens #aliens vs predator #reader pregnant #Spotify

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monnowo · 2 years

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Hello amigxs!! It’s me again c;

Here’s something wholesome UwU

Terry Taking care of Rex’s children, yes… Rex is father of some children in his clan, because hi is an elite hunter, so some females wants him as a male for making her babies u////u xD

Terry here’s very young, maybe 17 or 18 years, and is hating this situation, because Yautja babies or Sucklings are extremely destructive and hyperactive like little kitties!

#character art #characterillustration #yautja #yautja x human #male yautja #yautja boyfriend #predator series #predator #alien vs predator #predator x reader #predator x human #alien baby #alien x human #human x alien #oc art #oc artwork #my oc art #babysitter

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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Oh my heart 🖤 Just watched and frankly, not enough screen time for the yautja but still enjoyed the movie! Naru is a kickass character 🙌🏼

@exovapor @ladyofparchments @bunnyraptor69

#prey movie #predator #male yautja #yautja

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gracecelestial · 1 year

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Adoptable Yautjas open

The previous ones were very successful and I thank you for your support.

So in gratitude I made a new batch of adoptable yautjas 3 males and 2 females.

Once again I thank everyone for the support with the adoptables, a thousand kisses.

If you want to have yours, do not hesitate to write me privately.

The base of the adoptables is my property and it is not free to use, please do not copy, imitate or steal.

Payment method via paypal with the collection of 9% shipping commission from paypal. I thank you for your support, kisses 💖💖💖 1: Open 2: Open 3: Open 4: Open 5: Open

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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It's All About Size

Pairings: Mai'tuiudh (Male Yautja) x Male Reader

Warnings: very suggestive themes, HEAVY size kink, sprinkles of praise, mlm, horny reader

Word Count: 1981

Summary: You're new to the realm of living out in space, stuck with only one other person on the ship. A large, blue Yautja, who trains on a regular basis. He easily dwarfs you. You're tall for a human but not for this Yautja. It's been brewing within your mind for a while now, ever since he picked you up from earth. Mia'tuiudh isn't as oblivious as you may hope he is. You won't be complaining in the end.

Author Note: I was scrolling through the Yautja tag when I stumbled upon an amazing idea. Yautja's and size kink. It's a main thing about them. Also, if you guys got ideas, don't be afraid to shove them into my inbox. It's currently open. I'm happy to write!

P.S. I'm still new to writing same-sex relationship's. If you guys can give me help, that would be amazing! Thank you

Dedicated to @kissmyaft. Thank you for this wonderful idea! You should check out my masterlist, wink-wink. Most of my stuff is gender neutral, just look at the pairings :)

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The calming noise of a blade sliding through a sharpener washed over you. It’s handle held firmly within your grasp. You weren’t no hunter, compared to the bulky beast honing his skills before you. That didn’t stop him from teaching the ways to be a hunter. If you were going to be on his ship, share his bed and food, you were going to learn. That’s what he told you on the first day.

Said alien danced before you, knocking a drone away from him. Another came up to zap at his glistening scales yet the Yautja was already in motion. Your eyes watched as he easily defended himself from these sparring drones.

Blood started to head south within your body. Even as tall as you are for a man, Mai’tuiudh towered over you. You haven’t met any others of his kind. It made you wonder if he average or not for his own height. Not that it bothered you. Not at all.

Red dusted your cheeks once you felt your pants tighten. Curses already formed within your head as you spun around. You faced the workbench in the back of the sparring room and focused on sharping the hunting knife in your hand.

Mai stopped what he was doing when an ambrosial scent washed over him. A drone was able to zap him on the back. Pain shocked through his system, but he didn’t even feel it. The smell drawing him in.

With a short click of his tusks, the drones stopped moving. They quietly returned back to their holes in the wall. His eyes shot over to the only other being on his ship. A minute smirk growing on his mandibles. Mai has had theories about the ooman. But this sealed his fate to Mai.

Long strides of powerful legs carried Mai easily over to oblivious ooman. Mai was a Yautja of action. He wasn’t about to dance around the ooman. But at the same time, why not tease you? Have some fun along the way. Oh, that thought made his chest rumble.

You tensed at the impossibly close noise, head snapping towards the origin. A gasp almost tore at your throat. There, in all his glory, stood Mai’tuiudh. His navy-blue chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Moisture stuck to his scales like a second skin; not sweat but humidity from the ship. Burnt orange eyes set on you. Your lips pressed together at the sight before you.

It took all of your willpower not to let your knees collapse underneath you. That didn’t stop them from shaking. “Hey-hey, uh, hey. Um, so. What’s up?” God, you were a mess. Just at the sight of him and you were acting like you were asking a girl out back in middle school.

Yet, the blue Yautja didn’t say anything. Mai just kept watching you with those striking eyes of his. His mandibles barely twitched.

Confused, maybe a little worked up too, you slowly turned back around to the work bench. It wasn’t unusual for the Yautja to be silent. He was a hunter after all. Yet, you were suspicious of his actions. But, these knives and whatnot won’t sharpen themselves. He’ll either get bored or finally speak when he wanted to.

Hands rested on your hips. Warmth washed over your back as a blazing body pressed up into you. A gasp finally scratched at your throat. Your hands slapped down on the metal bench and try to grasp it. Heat raced through your veins at the feeling of him. “Ma-Mai, what a-“ his claws start to press into your skin. You force yourself to bite your bottom lip to stop from moaning.

Your growing erection jumped at the feel of Mai. Said alien made it worse. Mai tugged you flushed with his moist scales and placed his jaw on top of your head. One of his arms slid around your torso and held you there. Shit, he’s so big.

He tasted the heavy air and let his chest rumbled. You smelled divine, right for the taking. Yet, he stayed there. “Aren’t you suppose to be sharpening my weapons?” he purred into your ear. Your entire body trembled, one that he relished in. Mai felt his own body behave in return at yours.

“It’s, it’s really ha-hard to focus… when you’re pres-sed up against me,” you stuttered, hands shakily reaching out to grasp the sharpener. Paya, if he knew you were going to react like this, he should’ve done this a long time ago. He’s had his suspicions for awhile now. It was many rotations after you joined him.

Mai ignored what you had told him. “Tell me, why are you behaving this way? If you do, I’ll let you go.” You didn’t want him to let go. On the other hand, to save yourself the growing embarrassment, you would be forced to tell him. If only the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Worst of all, it had to be the truth as well. Mai could smell when you lied.

A short purr rumbled from his chest. The vibrations rolled over your sensitive skin before hitting your hardening cock. Your eyes rolled back, throat closing before any sounds could escape. You bite your bottom lip so hard you tasted blood. Oh fuck, you were in some deep trouble now. You couldn’t trust your voice now, without making a noise that would embarrass you.

The Yautja made a soft noise and peered over your shoulder to look you in the eye. When you absolutely refused to do that, head turned away, he purred again. Same reaction from your body.

Fuck! You had to get him off of you. Now. He was far stronger than you, had the height advantage, and skills to put you face first into the ground. God, that made everything worse.

With reddened cheeks and no dignity left, you spilled what you hidden deep. “Size kink!” you shouted at first, voice two notches higher. “I have a-a size kink, alright?” Those words were said with such defeat. At the same time though, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Though, the embarrassment now would kill you.

Since you finally exposed yourself to the only other being on this spaceship, you believed he would release you. No, he didn’t. Mai tightened his grasp and placed his chin back on your head. “Hmm, you like the fact I’m bigger than you? Stronger than you? The fact I can easily dominate you?” He was loving every second of this. One of your hands grasped at the one on your stomach. His claws biting into your skin when you did. How did he know? Those words…

“Ever since I’ve been to earth, I’ve done my fair share of reading. A smart hunter researches before the hunt,” he mumbled. The hand on your stomach petting at the skin there. Your hormones were going haywire at this point.

That means he’s known almost this entire time.

Since that day, things have changed. You had spilled your hidden secret to him, one he’ll forever tease you about. You, a ooman, loving his size and strength. Though, nothing happened afterwards. You were nervous on the whole ordeal. That doesn’t stop him from randomly coming up behind you, hands skating over your skin. Purrs vibrating your skin. It makes you ache for him. But you never had the balls to ask or even suggest such a thing.

Water dripped down the toned body of Mai’tuiudh. The blue Yautja shook his head, droplets splashing about in the washroom. His dark tresses slapping against his hide. Your eyes refused to move away from his handsome frame; no matter how hard you tried. Everything about him screamed power.

His perfectly shaped ass was facing you as the Yautja bent over to pick his discarded loin cloth up. You would happily take a bite out of it. Your eyes widened at that thought. With a disappointing huff to yourself, you refocused on the tablet before you. Sometimes you could be unhinged.

The familiar musk Mai produced washed over you. You took in a deep breath at that and softly closed your eyes. It’s heavy and fills the room due to the humidity.

There was the soft pitter-patter of Mai’s wet feet as he moved around. Mai dropped his loin cloth somewhere to the side then headed towards you. You didn’t think much of it as you opened your eyes and continued screwing about on your tablet. A simple game pulled up for the fun of it. You have to keep yourself busy or else you’ll go made out here in space.

Two blue legs appeared in the edge of your vision. A brow was softly raised at this but you held strong. If you happened to look up, you might get caught looking. He would tease you all over again.

Mai just stood there, burning eyes set solely on you. His hands twitched at his sides. He wanted you to want him the same way he does. The ache that resonated deep within his bones. It made him want to touch you, tease your softer skin, lick it. Draw out those light noise you believe he doesn’t hear while you’re in the bathroom alone. He wanted to fill you, keep you close in his arms. Be his mate.

With two easy strides down further into the concave bed, he knelt down between your open legs. You kept your eyes glue to the device in hand. Your body tensed, hands grasping the tablet a little too hard. What in the world was he doing?!

Blue fingers wrapped around the top of the tablet and pushed it down. When you still refused to look him in the eye, he used that same hand to tilt your chin up at him. Your eyes locked onto his almost immediately, biting your bottom lip at the sight.

He continued to crawl forward, staying on the balls of his feet. As he did so, you were forced to lay back on the pelts around you. “Good boy,” he whispered and placed his free arm next to your head. At those words, your brain short circuited. All you could hear was him chuckling.

When a warm palm touched your thigh, you snapped back to reality, gazing up at the large Yautja. Mai snaked his hand up, pushing up the hem of your t-shirt. Claws skated over your sensitive stomach before stopping. His entire paw covered almost all of your belly, thumb gently stroking the skin there. He leaned down, creating a curtain with his tresses around the two of you. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I’ll stop,” he clicked lowly, eyes boring into yours.

You took great notice of him. His bulky body hovering over yours, easily swallowing you in his shadow. Hand able to take up almost all of your stomach. If he wanted to, he could easily pin you down and fuck you with his size alone; plus his strength, you would never stand a chance against him. No, instead, he was asking.

One final look into his burnt orange eyes. You reached out, discarding the tablet to the side, and hooked your arm around the back of his neck. “Please don’t stop.”

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Four (sfw)

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Here’s Part Four for those of you who still remember Big Red and his buddy Croc.

Again, as I’ve said at the start of all of these chapters, this is NOT a yautja fanfic. They’re basically yautja to look at, but otherwise they’re just aliens I’ve made up that are inspired by all things predator.

Contents: touch starved, gender and body neutral reader, getting some phyiscal contact that could be taken as borderline nsfw, Big Red showing he’s actually a huge softie and a bit of a goofball, discussion of casual/platonic sex between friends, continued ‘there was only one bed’ trope, with a side of ‘huddling for warmth’ and ‘it’s stormy outside’, and just a touch of miscommunication between species... Wordcount: 3654

Catch up here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw)

Big Red stood for a moment, crouched in the doorway, and then his shoulders dropped and he chuckled softly. “Alright.”

With your muddy boots tucked away against the wall on one side of the room and your coat dripping quietly in the corner, you crossed to the mattress and slid in beneath the fleecy blanket atop it. It was still warm. “Did you get out of bed specifically to come and get me?” you asked, moved by the gruff alien’s continuing kindness towards you.

Red looked up and nodded. “Yes. The storm was getting… stronger. Your tent would not be… enough to protect you… if a tree came down.” It had already brought one down nearby, and you shuddered as you thought of a second crashing through your tent and crushing you.

He still spoke in the rough, grinding way to which you had become accustomed from both of them, but there was a growing assurance in the way that both he and Croc articulated their words, as though they were gaining a little familiarity with the alien syllables of your language, now that they were speaking with a real human. You wondered if he’d ever met another human, and stowed the thought away to ask him when it wasn’t the middle of the night and you were a bit more awake.

With the futuristic, metal lantern placed attentively on the floor near the mattress, Big Red tugged on the compartment door with his clawed hands and dragged it down manually, since the panel beside it was dark and unresponsive, and instantly the racket of the storm all but disappeared, save for the occasional creak and groan of the crashed ship. The tension left you with a soft exhale, and the room was plunged into stark shadow and contrast from the lantern on the ground.

Big Red then carefully wiped his body down and then cleaned the mud off his taloned feet with a piece of fabric near the doorway, and finally paused beside the mattress and cocked his head at you. In the bluish light of the lantern, his bone mask should have looked intimidating, but now it seemed to have a kindly cast to it, though that could just as easily have been the jaunty angle of his head and the way his already hunched shoulders dropped as if to show he was no threat.

“Come on, big guy,” you laughed, lifting the blanket at the corner.

“Are you… sure about this?” he asked, staying where he was. “I do not mind sleeping… on the floor.”

Nodding, you said, “I’m not gonna ask you to sleep on the floor after you’ve let me sleep in your bed. I don’t mind sharing.”

Red knelt carefully, claws clicking softly on the hard metal floor, and as he lay down beside you, the huge size of him relative to you became abundantly obvious again. His small mattress was only just wide enough for the two of you, and while you shuffled back a little to give him as much room as possible, he reached over and tapped the base of the lantern, plunging the whole room into darkness.

It was only then, in the absolute, pitch blackness, with the slight wheezing and clicking of his natural breathing patterns, that you realised exactly what you were doing, and a thrill of fear went through you. You had essentially just locked yourself in a small metal box with a powerful alien being.

On the next inhale, Red froze. In the dark you heard him carefully scenting the air before he chuffed the air out of his lungs again, sounding oddly like a tiger. “The dark… frightens you?” he rasped. Could he smell your fear? “Or is it… me?”

At his concern, at the harmonic of distress in his tone, you sighed and the anxiety retreated. “No. I’m sorry. You don’t scare me.”

He lay down on his back, you guessed, and you shuffled a little closer. For a minute or so, you tried to get comfortable, but the mattress had no pillow though, and you weren’t used to lying completely flat.

“You are… troubled?” he asked after another wiggle ended in a sigh and continuing discomfort on your part.

“I’m sorry,” you groaned. “After everything you’ve been through, you’re probably exhausted.” After a concerted effort to stay still, you were almost crawling out of your own skin in no time, and you finally caved in favour of another shuffle.

Beside you, the soft, concerned clicking sound made you pause. “Are you uncomfortable? You are still cold,” he commented.

“You can tell that?”

“I can see it,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and you did go still at last. “Of course. I forgot,” you whispered. “You know, I can’t see anything at all in the dark. You could take your mask off if you wanted.”

A steady breath was all the answer you got until he lifted his arm and a second later you heard the clunk of the heavy mask being set down on the metal floor. “Is… Is there something I can do to warm you?”

Oh, a good few things careered unbidden through your mind at that question, but you chased them away with a mental broomstick, and shuffled a little closer. “Can I touch you?”

Again, he clicked softly, but a second later he croaked, “Yes.”

With a searching hand, you found the many ridges of his abdomen, and let your palm skate across the cool, hard skin. It wasn’t like human skin; more like burnished leather. “Would it be ok to put my head on your shoulder?”

“Yes,” he said again, his voice unexpectedly rough.

His body wasn’t exactly warm, but it wasn’t like you were cuddling a block of granite either, for all that his muscles were hard and his torso solid.

With each inhale, you heard a soft wheeze, though it didn’t sound unhealthy. With all the hardware around his mouth and the membranous skin that stretched between his mandibles, you supposed it was natural. You hoped he didn’t snore though. His soft palate had also looked, well, soft, and the pits above his mouth were not for breathing, but for sensing heat. He couldn’t turn that ability off even if he tried, and you wondered exactly what he was seeing now without his mask, and how he saw you when it was on. Croc didn’t seem all that bothered about not having his mask, but Red really didn’t want to be seen without it, and you wondered why. Was it really that he thought you unworthy of the honour?

It got you thinking about their differences, and whether it was because they hailed from different planets, or whether their cultural differences stemmed from biological differences. Was his and Croc’s friendship unusual for their two species, or perfectly common?

It didn’t seem like your brain was going to stop working for a while so you shuffled a tiny bit and turned your face towards his in the dark. “Red, can I ask you something?”

He paused before answering. “‘Red’?”

You frowned, taken off-guard by his confusion. “Yeah, ‘Big Red’. The… The name I gave you…?”

“You… You also gave… me a name?” he whispered, sounding shocked.

“Of course I did,” you blurted, lifting your head off his shoulder and looking in his direction, even though you couldn't see his face. When he didn’t say anything, you laid your head back down a moment later with your heartbeat thudding wildly for some reason. “Did you think I’d only named Croc and not you?” you asked in a small, tight voice. “That I’ve just been thinking of you as ‘the other guy’?”

The tiniest movement of his shoulder suggested a shy shrug. “Why ‘Big Red’?”

You gave a little, amused snort. “Because you’re big and red,” you snorted, and he laughed in his own way too. “Well, I met Croc first, and he’s green…ish. Then you came thundering out of the trees at me and became the ‘red alien’. You’re not exactly red, but ‘the pretty coloured ochre and dark red alien’ was too long, so… yeah. You’re bigger than Croc too. Hence… ‘Big Red’.”

His right arm tightened impulsively around your shoulders and he drew you close to him for a second. Your heart nearly stopped beating at the extra contact, and you allowed yourself the luxury of rolling over a little more to lie with your whole front pressed along his right side. Your feet barely came down to his knees.

A long, decadent sigh rolled out of you and all the muscles of your body went slack. Now you were comfortable.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and you shivered openly at the teasing brush of his mandibles over the crown of your head.

“Are you ok with the name?”

“You think my colour… pretty?” he asked.

He sounded oddly moved — perhaps even astonished — and a thousand more questions about his species and their variations boiled up again. You managed to keep them back, if only to stop yourself waking up too much. It was still the middle of the night after all. “Don’t tell Croc, but yes. Is that… ok?”

He laughed, his chest and all his numerous abdominals leaping with sudden and quiet mirth. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, that is ‘ok’. What did you want to ask me?”

“Oh… I was going to ask if…” you flushed as your question formed itself properly in your mind. “…if you and Croc are… you know… together. You seem… affectionate… physically.”

That seemed to puzzle Red and he took a moment to digest what you’d asked. “No,” he said slowly, sounding perplexed. “No, we are not… mated. If that is what you mean?”

“Is being mated like being married?” You wondered if he had enough context for that question, but he seemed to have done his homework before arriving on Earth because he made a little so-so motion with his head, jostling you gently where you still lay with his arm around your shoulders.

His claws began playing idly along your shoulder and then he moved his hand down, seemingly unaware of what he was doing, to rest at your waist where you had turned on your side against his. You shivered again as his claws lifted the fabric of your sweater and base layer and began to trail over your bare skin. There was no doubt now that you were warming up, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

“Yes and no,” he said after a minute. “When we mate, we create a bond that lasts forever. Females may take more than one mate at a time — usually males — but males will only form a bond once in their life.”

“So the girls get to have more than one boyfriend?” you asked. “Lucky them. Doesn’t seem fair on the guys though.”

He laughed. “A female’s mates tend to enjoy each other’s company too, though they may not always indulge in sex. She usually chooses males who are likely to get along well.”

“Is that… Is that the situation with you and Croc then?” you asked, equal parts baffled and curious about their culture.

You weren’t about to ask if they had sex together, but apparently Red wasn’t at all squeamish about the topic and said, “No. We are both unmated, though — like most males who form a squad like ours — sex is natural between friends. From what I have learned, this is not always the case for humans?”

You shook your head, while also trying carefully not to imagine him and Croc having sex. It didn’t work and you moved your hips a little.

Red inhaled subtly, but not subtly enough to escape your notice, and you groaned, suspecting again that he could smell the changes in your body.

“That kind of intimacy is not for everyone.”

“Sex is normally reserved for… mated couples then?” he asked.

You hummed. “Not necessarily. It’s complicated, and different in every culture.”

“Humans are confusing,” he sighed and you barked a laugh.

“That I will agree with.” After a pause for an expansive yawn, you asked, “What are your females like? You make them sound like they’re… in charge?”

“Not necessarily,” he said. “They are… bigger than males… More powerful, more aggressive, and taller, with larger crests on their heads and thicker —” he clicked something in his own language and then made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t find a suitable word in translation “— these,” he said, and nuzzled his head gently against yours so that his ‘braids’ brushed against you.

You reached your hand up towards his face but he flinched away suddenly and you withdrew. “Sorry. I wasn’t going to touch your face,” you said.

He grunted a quick apology and stayed still. You let your fingers search up the side of his neck until you found the smooth, cylindrical appendages that spread out around him like dreadlocks made of hard, slightly flexible rubber. The moment your fingertips brushed one, he sucked in a breath and bucked softly. His claws pricked your waist as he tightened his grip on you reflexively.

“They’re sensitive?” you asked, faltering, heartbeat quickening.

“Very.”

“Should I not…? Do you want me not to touch?”

He exhaled roughly, twice, and then shook his head. “Please…” he hissed.

“Please touch?”

Red nodded.

Deciding not to stress him out by trying to touch his face, no matter how much you wanted to run your fingertips over those delicate-looking mandibles, you focused for a while on his ‘braids’, running your fingertips up and down the length of them, and when you got right to the root, running your touch around the base where they grew out from his scalp, he bucked upwards again and hissed.

“You sure you’re alright with this?” you asked in an awestruck whisper.

“If… If it does not make you… uncomfortable.”

You shook your head. “I think you’re beautiful, Red.” There. You’d said it. The alien species who had first arrived on earth five years ago, and which humans had been studying ever since, were strange, powerful, and potentially extremely dangerous, but you found them undeniably beautiful. Especially Red.

A long, clicking, purr left him at that, and he rumbled something in his own language and pulled you tight to his chest. Like a huge cat, he continued to purr while you touched him all across his chest, and began to learn the contours of his strange, stunning body. He had no nipples, but his pecs were particularly sensitive around his collarbones and the textured hollow of his throat, and all the while you touched him, he lay there, passive and almost submissive to your wandering hands, purring constantly.

His right hand, however, did start to explore you before too long, and as he snuck it up once more beneath your base layer and spread his fingers wide, pressing the rough pads against your spine and ribs, claws just touching your skin, you gasped and your mind went blank for a second.

“You… You do not like that?” he asked, his hand lifting a little.

“No!” you exhaled. “No, I love it. Don’t stop. God, I can’t remember the last time someone touched me, that’s all.”

Strangely, that admission seemed to distress him.

He crooned and shifted beneath you, and then turned onto his side, pushing you gently over to form the little spoon with your head now resting on his right bicep. He nuzzled your head with his, and this time when you felt his mandibles against your ear for a second, your brain short-circuited for a second. His left hand skated all over you, from your neck down your back, moving over the top of your clothes to start with until he got his fingers beneath the material again and repeated the gesture up your spine.

He moved the flat of his hand over your stomach and up your chest until you were gasping and pushing your body back against his.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered.

“It’s… It’s good,” you rasped, almost panting. Pleasure sparked and fired all across your nervous system, and not all of it was sexual. The sheer joy of just being held by someone, being seen, being appreciated, almost moved you to tears. “Oh my God… Red… thank you.” You hissed.

“Shh,” he crooned, and then began to purr once again. As the vibrations of it rumbled through his chest and melted into your back, you could have cried. “That’s it,” he smiled. “I can… I can taste how much your body needs this. You… You are like us,” he said. “If we are not touched, we change… We close down…”

“Is this why you sleep with Croc?” you blurted, half laughing.

“Of course,” he said. “And —” he chittered a series of clicks that you thought sounded like a name.

“Your other crew mate?”

He nodded.

“Together?”

“Sometimes,” he said, still touching everywhere he could reach without taking too many liberties. “He and Croc more though. I am their captain, though we… we grew up together at the training facility — barracks. We were all friends.”

All the while he spoke, he didn't stop touching you, but he slowed his pace down and eventually moved to stroke your head with his left hand. He raked his claws tenderly over your scalp and you shuddered and keened helplessly.

“Humans are so… fragile,” he whispered. “I am afraid of hurting you.”

“We can be pretty tough as well,” you murmured. Your skin was buzzing but your mind was finally going quiet around the edges as he held you in his arms and continued to purr against you. Yes, you were more aroused than you had been in… probably years? But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed. Not while he was holding you like that.

“I know you can be,” he said. “You are out here alone. You were brave to seek us out. Not all of my kind would have welcomed you.”

“You call holding me up by my throat a ‘welcome’?” you snickered sleepily and then yawned again. It must have been some time around two in the morning.

He clicked a little rebuke that sounded more like a laugh. “I had been shot out of my own ship,” he said. “I was still looking for it when I found a human crouched over Croc, with his blood on the air. What was I supposed to think?”

“Fair enough. And thanks for, you know, not killing me on sight.”

Red chuckled, nuzzled your head once more and then rumbled, “Sleep. It is late and you are tired.”

“Mmm.”

You didn’t notice sleep reaching for you, but you drifted off while he continued to stroke your hair and hold you close to him beneath the warm fabric of his blanket.

A clang and rumble of metal woke you with a start, and for a horrible, lurching second you had no idea where you were or what was happening. A heartbeat later, while adrenaline still pumped through your body, you looked up over your shoulder to find Croc leaning in through the door to the room, his mandibles flared wide with gleeful amusement, and he clicked something at you in his language that made you think he was gently ribbing both of you.

Big Red came awake slowly behind you, and the arm that was still tightly wrapped around your waist clenched tightly, pulling you against the slight curve of his reclining body. Out of sight, his mandibles stroked the back of your neck, the clawed points raking tenderly across your skin, and then, like you, he had a sudden realisation of what was going on. He let go of you, and turned to hiss something obscene over his shoulder at Croc. That only made his friend roar with laughter and he let go of the door, allowing it to fall back into place with a clang, plunging the room into complete darkness.

“Your friend mocking you for sleeping with the pathetic little human?” you asked, trying not to feel too dejected.

“No,” he said. “He is mocking me for sleeping like a mated male in hostile territory. Are you rested?”

“You know what? I actually am,” you laughed, rolling to lie on your back while he sat up. His words — ‘mated male’ — echoed around your mind, but you didn’t know how to begin to explore that with him.

From the way he moved, you suspected Big Red was putting on his mask again, and when he rose and yanked open the door, jostling it until it stayed open like the upper and lower jaws of a great, metal mouth, you blinked and stretched. Red stood there, hunched over with his big, stooped shoulders ready to keep the door open for you while you got out. Stiff and tired after a short night, you levered yourself to your feet, put your now-dry boots back on, and slung your anorak over one arm.

“Thanks,” you smiled up at him.

As you passed beneath the doorway, you reached out and brushed the palm of your hand across his solid, lean middle in a quiet display of gratitude. His abs jumped slightly under your touch. “I didn’t realise how much I needed that last night.”

Even with the mask on, it was easy enough to read the humble pleasure in his body. He inclined his head like a gentleman and rumbled a happy little purr at you, mandibles clicking and moving gently. At the sight of them, you ached to feel them against your skin once more, and sighed as a thrum of fresh arousal shivered through you.

Red’s mandibles opened a fraction and he rumbled a soft growl.

Interpreting that as a warning against overstepping, and a dismissal, you swallowed thickly and moved off into the sunny morning.

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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Heyyy can I get a little yautja x reader? Make up your own lil story or scenario or something, just go wild lmao

I just wanna see more thirsty pred content hehe. Please and thanks 🙏

This is about my Oc Muahrou. I hope you like it!! sorry it took so long <3

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Debt

You lock your apartment door and put the keys in your back pocket. You walk down the mixed stone steps and start walking down the street. The sun had begun to set and you changed your pace to speed-walking. You make a left and walk through the emptying park, it’s a nice shortcut. You see families picking up their picnics and gathering their children. You shake your head and continue your journey. You place your hand in your pockets and repress a shiver.

You make a right and see your destination come into view. You happily skip up to the mom and pop diner and open the door, hearing a little jiggle.

“Ah, y/n, want your usual?” Mr Barone asked as he wiped the counter.

“Yes sir!” You smile and sit down at a table.

He chuckles and walks into the back. He begins barking orders at the chiefs and you shake your head fondly. You look down and pull out your phone. You scroll through social media for a moment and sigh when seeing no notifications.

You play a mindless game to pass the time while your mouth is practically watering. You look up at your battery and quickly turn the phone off. It was pretty close to dying and you’d really rather not walk home in the dark without a phone.

Mrs Barone walks out of the back with steaming food in hand. If you had a tail, it would be wagging. She giggled at your eagerness and placed the food down.

“Thank you ma’am!” You dig into your meal as if it would be your last.

“Of course, y/n! You really have to come over more often.” She smiles and pinches your cheek.

You smile back and resume inhaling your dinner. She walks behind the counter and starts counting the money in the register. Mr Barone comes out of the back and is seemingly fixated on something outside. He squints his eyes into the darkness then clears his throat and moves his attention to you. He plops down at your table on the other booth with a groan.

“It’s gettin pretty late, I’ll walk you home, don’t want any weirdos messin with ya.” He offers and leans back.

You smile at his concern and roll your eyes.

“I’ll be fine, grandpa.” You joke.

“I just want you to be safe, if I gotta be your grandfather to do that then so be it.” He laughed and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

You’ve become rather close with Mr and Mrs Barone, to the point of viewing them like family. You liked the idea of Mr Barone being your granddad, but you guessed he was only joking.

“I have my phone with me,” You try to convince him but he interrupts you.

“And you got my number?” He asks as he crosses his arms.

“Yes,” you roll your eyes fondly.

“And what do you do if something happens?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll call you,” you reassure him.

“And it doesn’t matter what time it is, eh?” He shifts slightly.

“If I ever run into trouble, no matter what time, you’ll be the first person I call.” You smile at the grumpy old man.

“That’s my boy/girl/kid.” He ruffles your hair and stands up.

He walks over to the Mrs and kisses her on the cheek as she counts. At least he seems more at ease now. You finish up your food and begin walking to the back.

“Ah, ah,” he corrects.

You sigh and place the plate on the counter. You always try to clean up after yourself but he never lets you. It’s not like you weren’t allowed back there. You’ve gone many times, often when he proudly shows you new equipment or appliances. He just never wanted you to work, guess he likes taking care of you. Not that you're surprised, he had a son that died when he was young. Leaving a big hole in his heart, one that you happily filled.

You gave them both a kiss on the cheek and tried to pay, but as you expected he didn’t let you. He asked one more time if he could walk you home but you politely declined. He sighed and nodded.

You waved to them and opened the door, hearing the jingle once again. You took a deep breath and started your walk back home. Through the park is the easiest and quickest way, even though Mr Barone isn’t a big fan.

You enter and see that all of the families have moved on long ago. You hear a crunch underneath your foot and stop. You look down and see a brown paper bag, people really need to clean after themselves. You look around for a trash can and spot one. Sadly the light post above it had gone out. You walk into the darkness and throw the bag away, feeling rather satisfied with yourself.

You turn around and begin walking away then hear a bone chilling noise. Unnatural hisses. You slowly turn around looking for the cause. If it was a cat, it’s a weird freaking cat, you’ve never heard one making these noises. Then something all black walks into the light of the moon. You gasp and start slowly backing up.

It chased you, your heart pounded so heavily you thought it’d explode. It trips you with its tail and you fall to the ground hard. You gasp for air as the wind has been knocked out of you. The creature leaped at you, you screamed but managed to roll out of the way. Then out of nowhere a strangely dressed person jumps out and stabs the thing in the back of the head. It shrieks and turns around beginning to fight them.

Everything in your body told you to run, neither of them are human. But you couldn’t move, you were frozen. You snapped back to reality and grabbed your phone. You fumbled with it and went into the calling app. While you were distracted the thing had tried attacking you. Luckily the other creature blocked the attack and pushed you out of the way. You hit the floor and your phone goes flying.

You crawl towards it and grasp it in your hand. You hastily click his name and wait while it rings. He picks up the phone quickly.

“Are you alright-” He speaks worriedly but you interrupt him.

“Please help!! I’m scared!! Aah!” You roll out of the way from the two battling creatures.

“I’m at the park!! Please!!” You cry as you watch the two fight.

You look down at the phone and your heart sinks, it died. He won’t know where you are. You throw the phone to the side and look around for something to defend yourself with. You see a fallen tree branch and bolt for it. The ‘good’ creature was on the ground. It took your brain a minute to figure out that it was going to kill him.

Without thinking you start running at the thing. You hit it over the head but the branch brakes on impact. You gulp and back up slowly as it turns around. It stabs you through the chest with its tail. The world went in slow motion and your eyes widened. Once it pulled it out, time returned to normal. You cry out and fall to the ground.

Then something shoots it, and it wasn’t the other creature. You turn your head weakly and see Mr Barone with a shotgun. It only seemingly stuns the monster, but in that time the ‘good’ one was able to strike it fatally.

He threw the shotgun into the grass and ran to your side. He knelt down and cupped your cheeks. He pulls something that resembles a coin out from his pocket and shows it to the tall bipedal. They nod and walk over to you. The last thing you remember is being picked up by rough scaly hands and Mr Barone kissing your forehead.

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