#yautja one shot

[yautjaamongmen]

Hello, can I ask uld be a very funny situation, your yautja comes home from hunting and the first thing he wants to do is greet you, but... you are nowhere to be found.How would he react if he found you with his yautja dogs sprawled out in his bed😴?

Sure can! Sorry for the late response! hope this is what you were going for!)

He had been hunting for a while, the ship floating above the hunting grounds he had been working on, with you and other yautja managing. He had chosen to hunt alone, without his beasts, and left their care to you. They had an extensive regimen, you had already been scolded for feeding table scraps, and in general rules to follow. Of course, you didn't do that, they hardly listened to you as is.

He returned to the ship, landing the smaller one in the docking bay, and setting out to find you. Exhausted, but needing to get his cleaning on of his newest trophies, he began to look for you, as he always did; but no one could quite pinpoint where you are.

Finally, he found his way to your room, opened the door, and...

There he found you, sprawled on the bed with his large hounds surrounding you. His first thought, how could you break so many rules?! He sighed, relaxing, you are Ooman. Your first thought meeting his hounds was to pet them. What was he to expect? After that he could take it in, you, comfortable, sleeping..he clicked contentedly, walking past them, his heart warm. He will scold you in the morning for breaking the rules...but, it is nice to see how happy you looked...maybe, some exceptions can be made.

Sometimes. Maybe. But he won't tell you that.

#yautja #predator x reader #yautja x reader #predator #yautja one shot

[looseratinthegarage]

S/o who takes full advantage of being in a relationship with the Slashers

Tw: I’m too lazy, read at your own risk

Michael Rz

•You were walking home from work, it was a pretty easy day, but that was about to change. Some douchebag started cat calling you, you ignored him to the best of your ability.

• “Come on, baby, I could show you a good time.”

•You started walking faster but he followed.

• “Not interested.”

•He started getting irritated by your unwillingness. He caught up to you, he grabbed your arm and spun you around. He was surprised to see you smiling.

• “You’ve done fucked up,”

•A noise from the alleyway to your right caught his attention, his grip on you loosened subconsciously. Michael emerged from the shadows, the mans eyes widened with fear.

• “I was just playin’ around, man- holy shit that's the boogieman! Wait-”

•Michael grabs the man by his throat and throws him to the ground. The man gasps and tries to crawl away. Michael kicks him onto his side, the creep begins coughing agonizingly and rolls back on his stomach. Michael pulls out his knife and turns it in his hand playfully. He kneels down and grabs a fist full of the mans hair, lifting his face off the cold concrete. He slammed his head back down and stabbed him repeatedly.

•Once he’s satisfied, he’d return to you. You stand on your tippy toes and pull him down for a kiss. He wraps his bloody arms around you and pulled you close to his chest.

• “...Mine…”

Yautja

•You and your mate were currently on a trade planet, aka a space mall. He had to restock on some supplies, and you just wandered around looking at all the cool things. While you were distracted with something shiny you accidentally bumped into someone. You went to apologize but before you even had the chance the alien turned around with an angry look. He leaned down and got in your face.

• “Your kind has no place amongst us, you are vermin!”

•You press your hidden distress signal, it sends out your location to him. Once the round object vibrated on his hip he quickly looked at the location.

•The man grabbed you roughly and shook you a bit. You heard angered clicking behind you and had a shiteating grin.

• “oh did I not mention my mate is Yautja? Whoops…”

•The alien's heart dropped and he went pale. He set you own and dusted you off.

• “M-my apologizes, hunter!”

•Your mate grabbed the man’s shirt and pushed him to the ground. No one batted an eye at this, it’s not unusual for the Yautja to pick fights. He pressed his claws to the man’s throat.

• “If I see you even look in my mates direction again, I’ll skin you alive, am I being clear?”

• “y-yes, sir!! It won’t happen again!!”

•Your mate nonshalontly lets him go. He is very lucky to be alive and scampers off with his tail in between his legs.

•You walk up to him with a loving smile and he puffs out his chest pridefully. He wraps his arms around you and you paw at his chest. He leans down and wraps his mandibles around your face, it’s his version of a kiss. You happily kiss him back <3

I have a pt 2 in the works >:3

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #halloween #michael myers #rob zombie michael myers #slashers x reader #predator x reader #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #male pred #alien vs predator #avp #yautja one shot #yautja hc #yautja #yautja x reader #predator one shot #alien vs predator requiem #wolf predator #predator

[raelthebrave]

I think I will start writing some yautja (sfw) fics here some day I just need some good ideas

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja one shot

[yautja-lover]

Yautja//Predator 💀One - Shots Master List ✔ Completed

These one-shots are inspired by the Predator franchise films with alternative versions in a way each one-shot connects to each other, some may contain smut. Enjoy😘

Prey or Mate? - Angst/Fluff Feral! Predator x Dahlia!Human

City of Angels - Angst/Fluff Scout! Predator x Female!Reader

This I Vow - Angst/Smut Scar! Predator x Female!Reader

The Distress Call - Angst/Smut/Fluff Wolf!Predator x Female!Reader

Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Fugitive! Predator x Female!Reader

Dachande's Chiva Sequel to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Chopper! Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader

Sankuchuari The Finale to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff/Smut Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader x Chopper!Predator

Survivors - Angst/Fluff/Smut Crucified! Predator x Female! Reader

#feral! predator x dahlia! human #scout! predator x female! reader #scar! predator x female! reader #wolf! predator x female! reader #fugitive! predator x female! reader #crucified! predator x female! reader #yautja! predator 💀 one shot masterlist #my writing #my posts

[jagawriterr]

...When he brutally pinned you to a tree, you were engulfed in an unusual fire that lit your bowels in the very center, you did not feel like this since you came here, lonely, abandoned, not knowing their culture and language, you were deprived of everything that could help you communicate with them, and yet you understood each other without words. He spread his eyes over you, he came closer to you, you could feel his hot and sweaty body against yours, his wet reptile skin rubbing against yours, creating a soft pleasant sensation that made you shiver. He reached down to your tousled hair with leaves sticking out here and there, pulled it out and looked you deeply in the eyes. You felt an irresistible urge to kiss him, but you couldn't move, you couldn't take that first step you were already making in your imagination. You embraced his head, creating a smaller border between you, you wanted to kiss him, but you were afraid of how he would react, despite the fact that you were acting so strongly on each other, the desire was in the air. He clung to you even more, causing you to lose your breath for a moment. You liked when Ya'ktur was dominant, you loved it, you felt his hands sliding down towards your hips, grabbing your ass and lifting it, it was so quick of him that you didn't feel when you were above the ground, you grabbed his neck, your legs were wrapped around his hips and he was taking off your T-shirt, working hard to your breasts. He pinched the cool and soft skin on his chest as you shuddered making your body tremble, you pinned him even more with your legs against you, feeling his manhood slowly harden, now you focused on his gentle tweaks with the mandibles as he stuck his reptilian tongue out and began greedily lick the nipples of your full breasts. You couldn't help feeling that your body's reactions were taking over you and creating a kind of bubble that would burst under the right pressure. You tried to hold back, but it was stronger than you, he licked your breasts so greedily you couldn't stop moaning...

#predator #wip #I don't have the whole one shot written yet but whatever #yautja #yautja smut

[scarlettaagni]

Something, something, xenomorphs are more than death to the Yautja. Their blood, their very life essence is antithetical to life. Their EXISTENCE is anti-life. They'll kill or assimilate (fatally) any living thing in their immediate vicinity.

But they are not death. Death is not the end, it can be merciful and desired, glorious, painless, and life may cycle back around, but no. Xenos don't just snuff out life, they keep it from coming back. Kill a xenomorph and nothing will dare grow from its corpse or where it's blood spilt. All death they bring is suffering and eternal. They propagate nothing but themselves. Even their life is death. Born from a corpse, destined to make more, and take all life directly near it as it becomes one itself.

It's worse than death. Cetanu had nothing to do with these.

#and that is why the Half-Hearters attribute them to a different god #it was that god's like one significant contribution before being shot down #nerd stuff #AVP #yautja #xenomorph #make no mistake i love the lil motherfuckers i say with with poetic love

[therainywriter]

Mindless Curiosity (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

You were in a hammock of sorts, tucked within Rh’auks arms while he caressed your sides. His claws drug lightly against your flesh, shirt having ridden up from his ministrations.

You wiggled and flipped around with his help, mindful of not tipping the both of you over and onto the cold, hard forest ground.

You cuddled into his chest, closing your eyes when he resumed his gentle touches. He purred at your little nuzzles against him, heart swelling at just how sweet his ooman was.

You mindlessly reached up and touched his dreads, something you’d yet to do. You felt at the strange appendages, long between your fingers, warm and slightly rubbery.

He clicked sharply, jolting at the touch. His hand shot up to remove yours, pulling it away gently.

You frowned and looked up at him, eyes wide and confused, clouded with worry, “Did I hurt you?”

His gaze was soft, “No, you did not hurt me. Don’t fret dear one,” he responded, sharp nails now trailing along your back.

You were instantly comforted, melting once more against him in reassurance. Yet you still wondered why it had garnered such a reaction out of him.

Rh’auk was very stoic, not much could break him from his usual serious dementor. Well, aside from you of course.

You broke through every barrier his flesh held, his soul entirely bare to you. He would have it no other way,

He sighed as though he could hear the thoughts running about in your mind. “You are curious, yes?”

You nearly smiled, he knew you too well. “Mhm..” you admitted softly, leaning in your head up from against his chest to look at him.

“While they usually help my species in combat, the… sensors of sorts are pleasurable at certain times,” he’d begun, having paused his explanation to find the right words.

You grew hot at the implication, realization setting in. You should’ve known, you felt beyond embarrassed for making him explain.

“It is like when I play with yo-“you hid your face in your hands, “Okay, okay I get it!” you interrupted.

He chuckled, mandibles clicking together in amusement. “Do not get shy,” he smirked, lowering your hands from your face with his own.

“It would not make sense for you to know,” he said with a kiss to your knuckles, “we both must learn.”

Though you still felt timid, he was right.

You smiled softly and kissed his exposed chest, the muscle warm under your lips.

He hummed and hoisted you up, closer to him. His voice had lowered and eyes held a promising gaze, “You may touch them, but I can not promise to hold back.”

The mere suggestion had you flustered, and once more you felt at the appendage, smooth below your fingers.

#a quick little writing #hope you enjoy! #predator x human #predator x you #predator x reader #predator #yautja fluff #fluff #x reader #yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja #yautja oc #oc x reader #my writing #rainywriter

[the-cannibal]

Like a curious puppy

Elder male Yautja X Gender Neutral Reader

Before we continue with this one shot I just want to add that I got inspired (and got permission to write this) from a post by @mintymarabell The post was "Imagine whistling next to your mate and he looks over all flabbergasted and wondering how your making those noises" You can find the post right here! Thank you mintymarabell for letting me write this cute idea!

Also @the-princess-has-resurrected has requested to be tagged in this so here you go!

It was a nice warm day for once in the jungle. Not too hot to the point you are sweating and panting like no tomorrow, but also not pouring down rain like the sky is trying to give you (a very cold) shower. You decided to go along with your mate and watch him try his luck with fishing. Besides, there was no way you were gonna pass up on the chance to see him waist deep in the lake, muscles flexing as he tried to catch fish with his spear. You may be a "foolish ooman" as some of the other yautja say, but you weren't that foolish! Laying on your back in the soft grass, you watched as creatures flew above you, and landed in the trees. They sung songs like the little song birds back home on earth. Closing your eyes and puckering your lips, you began to join them in their little song and whistle. The creatures stopped all noises, as if they were shocked to hear an unfamiliar but at the same time familiar sound. They softy sung back to you, seeing if you would continue. And when you did, they happily joined you in the little made up song you all created. Suddenly you felt cooler before. You peaked an eye open to see your mate hovering over you, a curious gleam in his eye as he tilted his head. "Yes my love?" You asked. His mandibles softly clicked as he pointed a finger at your lips. "Hmm? What?" "That noise. What was it?" Your mate asked. "Oh! You mean my whistling?" The big alien nodded and sat down in front of you. Even sitting, his height still towered over you. "Do it again? Please?" Oh how were you going to turn down his request? Especially with that cute face of his! You nodded with a smile and began whistling once again. Your mate practically had stars in his eyes as he listened to you. He took you in his arms as you continued to whistle and sat you down on his lap. It was moments like this that made you remember at times he was like a curious puppy. There was always new ooman things to show him and surprise him with. "It reminds me of the birds back on your planet." He said as you finished singing to him. "That's exactly what I thought!" You grinned up at him. "Do you know how to whistle?" He shook his head and pointed to his mandibles. "I don't think I could with these." You hummed, leaning against his bare chest. "I do suppose they would make it a bit difficult. But hey..." You gently kissed the side of them, making a light blush come to his cheeks. "At least they're cute!" That earned you a trail of happy clicks as he nuzzled his forehead against your, his way of kissing you back.

Now whistling was something your mate asked you to do often. Before you go to bed. When he has had a rough day. While you patch up his injuries. And so so many more times. But... There is a bonus to him liking your little sound so much. Remember how he's like a curious puppy? Well... Now whenever you can't find him you just end up puckering your lips and singing a sweet tune. He comes running towards you each time, asking for more and showering you in compliments and praises. Just like a puppy. If he had a tail you were sure it would be wagging a hundred miles an hour.

#slasher x reader #yautja x reader #predator #predator x human #predator x reader #yaujta #elder yautja #elder yautja x reader

[yautjaamongmen]

Hey, I love your writing! I’m super sick (not Covid) right now and was wondering if you could write how y/n’s mate would react to them throwing up? And how they would help them? I’m not sure if you’ve done that prompt before or not, so my apologies if you have. If you find that gross I am right there with you and feel zero pressure to write it. Thanks for being awesome <3

Sorry it's so late! Writers block is killer-

Yautja With Sick S/O

Now, Yautja have stomachs of steel. If they're throwing up, it's real bad. Your mate is well aware that you are different, but the instinctive panic was there. So when they came back to the smell of sickness filling your home, and found you bent over the toilet losing everything you've eaten, they rushed to care for you. Feeling their warm hand on your back and their worried clicks brought you immense comfort.

That was until it finally stopped, and suddenly you were picked up with words of "Doctor" and "Ship". Your exhaustion and dehydration kept you from fully understanding, but with enough quiet arguments they finally stopped to listen.

With quiet and difficult explanations that no, you aren't dying, and no, you don't particularly want to be taken off the planet because of a bug, they would finally relax and place you down. Now they will take the utmost care of you. Getting you anything and everything you want, holding your hair back if needed, and hold you as much as you need. Granted they're walking heaters, so cuddling may be way too hot, but it's the thought that counts.

When you're better you have a much larger talk about human sickness, and what ACTUALLY constitutes as an emergency. They'll understand, but that doesn't mean they'll stop worrying.

#yautja one shot #yautja x reader #predator #predator one shot #yautja #x reader #predator x reader

[empressnarria]

Helmet Recordings.

W: Slightly suggestive.

Elder Yautja who uses helmet recordings of his S/O’s voice to lull him to sleep while they’re away on duty. He has the equivalent of a sleep aid playlist where there are just files upon files of you either rambling on about your day or a new interest of yours. His favorite ones to drift off to are when you’re singing in the shower (which he secretly records...)

It takes every bit of his willpower not to snatch you up and away from that godforsaken planet. But similar to him and his lingering obsession for the hunt, he understands the commitment you have to serving your country and how securing the safety of its people and those who cannot fight for themselves weighs heavily on your heart, so there’s little room for convincing you to leave all that behind. He has buried feelings of bitterness as he sits with his resolve, though.

So, when the freezing night’s air infiltrates his home and soaks up all the warmth from your side of the bed—of which the sheets are still swished and crinkled from when you shot up in a blind panic at the sound of your commanding officer calling you in—he’ll switch on his helmet and place it on his bedside table, the hollowed-out eye sockets casting a glowing blue shadow on the floor.

Then it’s only a matter of time before he’s rooting through your dirty clothes hamper, searching, searching, searching, and fisting out a shirt laced with the smell of your delicious sweat. He curls up with it as he drifts off to the sound of your voice and his favorite thing by far, your scent, creating the illusion that you’re just one room away instead of millions of miles doing Paya knows what.

He misses you. A lot. He knows you’ll come back; you always do. You wouldn’t get too far anyway; he has eyes and ears everywhere, even on Earth. But the time you two do get to spend together never feels like enough. Granted, with his title as Elder and the endless responsibilities that come with it, it’s not rare for the only interaction between you and him after a long day to be a late dinner, bath, pleasure you for his tardiness, and then pass out with you caged in his arms.

But at least he knew where you were. At least he knew you two were walking on the same planet. At least he knew you had one of his sons accompanying you whenever you decided to step out of the safety of that heavily guarded home of his.

And just as his gigantic heart settles into the routine of rolling over in the morning and nuzzling his mandibles into your hair, taking in your scent, he hears the familiar and sickening ‘ding’ of your pager, signaling your immediate departure.

The noise rips open the blistered wound cemented deep within his soul every time he hears it.

He’ll hide his sadness from you. He already knows the guilt that tugs at you every time you have to leave, so he puts on a brave face despite the bone-crushing need stirring inside him to keep you near, to keep you protected at all costs.

Out there, on Earth, he can’t reach you. He can’t protect you. He can’t do anything but pray. If something were to happen to you... ...He tries not to think about that.

#yautja #yautja x reader #elder yautja #yautja boyfriend #predator #predator franchise #yautja imagine #yautja x human #monster boyfriend #monster x human

[yanderes-galore]

Requests open? RAAA 🦅

May I request a yautja x reader oneshot if that's okay :3 couldn't decide on a yandere prompts so sorry

Hm, I wasn't sure what to do for plot so I chose a basic stalking plot since Yautja spend a lot of time stalking their prey. It's short as I was exploring how to write them.

If anyone wants me to make a Yautja OC I can probably make that work :)

Prey Analysis

Yandere! Male! Yautja Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Yautja/Human pairing, Thoughts of kidnapping, Violence, Murder, Possessive behavior, Mentions of "Mate", Forced relationship.

Weak prey is not worth the kill. Yautja typically look for armed humans as their prey to kill, that is what is considered an honorable kill. If that was their way of life...

Why was this one so insistent on a weaker human?

Perhaps the young Yautja hunter himself wasn't sure. For some reason during his hunt he found you. There was no urge to kill you as you weren't armed... but he couldn't stop watching.

You appeared to be some sort of medic in a group of armed humans. He could tell that you weren't the violent type and simply tended to those who were. Vulnerable prey out in the middle of a hunting ground.

Even if you weren't physically strong you still were seen catering to those who were. You expressed concern when your fellow humans went missing. You appeared caring... yet even that isn't what caught his interest fully.

When he was sloppy with his work due to being a newer hunter, you tried to confront him. The Yautja could tell you were no match for him. Despite this... you showed bravery and determination to fight the foreign creature before you to save your friend.

The Yautja saw this trait as respectful... desirable. He still took away your friend as the hunt must go on, but not before pushing you out of the way. You had tried to attack him with a small blade and grapple him... unfortunately he towers over you and quickly made his escape.

Not without a few scratches, however.

The Yautja reflected on this as he hid away again. Ever since he collected his new trophy and tended to his wounds, he's watched you. You are no warrior... but you have commendable traits.

After your first encounter the Yautja always lingered near. Cloaked in invisibility he watched every movement you made. You noticed you try to suffocate your fear and reassure your fellow humans, yet your bravery was quickly shaken when he stole another away.

Part of the Yautja felt prideful at his work. Hunts were normally exhilarating. Although, this one felt different.

The Yautja wasn't quite sure why but he felt rage when you were close to other humans. Killing the humans around you and taking their trophies felt better than the usual kill. Pretty soon... you may be all that's left.

Which makes the prideful feeling swell again.

The Yautja knew at some point he'd have to depart this planet. His hunt was coming to an end and he's collected enough trophies. However... his gaze continues to linger on you.

By the final day of the hunt he knew he couldn't just leave you here. No, there was one final trophy the Yautja felt he had to claim. A human pet... or maybe even a human mate?

Either way... the Yautja knew he had to have you and take you home.

Before you know it the final hunt begins. You gather what weapons you can as you expect the monster to come back. After that, you're on the run.

Then he gives chase.

Internally the Yautja gives you praise for trying to fight. Unfortunately, you just don't seem to be the type. Your shots sometimes miss and he's too fast.

Even when he corners you... you still try to make him bleed. You fight him like cornered prey should. That fight of yours has potential....

He'll definitely be keeping you.

By the end of the hunt your fight dwindles. When the Yautja has you in his grasp your struggling becomes weak. Like a sack... he hangs you over his shoulder and looks for his ship again.

The Yautja considers this hunt successful.

Not only does he have many trophies as proof of his capabilities...

But he also has a worthy human to do with as he pleases.

#yandere predator movie #yandere predator #yandere yautja #yandere male yautja #yandere alien vs predator #yandere avp #yandere alien

[yautja-lover]

City of Angels - Angst/Fluff One Shot

Scout! Predator x Female! Reader

Summary:After running away from your crazed ex you decided to move out to Los Angeles for a new start, you weren't expecting to be taken-in by the Lost Predators.

Author's Note:Inspired by Predator 2 (1990 film) this one shot is set, several years after the Los Angeles hunting party back in 1997.

Warning:Mentioned of the reader being in abusive relationship and taking advantage of in the past.

Song Lyrics:Yes Girl written by Bea Miller

You've been driving on the road, non-stop turning on the radio to help pass the time "Up next is Bea Miller and her first single 'Yes Girl' following her debt album 'Not An Apology'." as the song played you get a whiplash of flashbacks.

Could tell you what you wanna hear

Cause the truth is always in the way

Images of your ex plagues your mind of him taking you from behind, short and quick before he pulled out coming on your ass and back leaving you unsated and unsatisfied.

I never wanna live in fear

I don't wanna hold back all the things I need to say

Say yay, Say yay

Then it escalated once you told your ex that wanting to breakup with him which made him furious and started beating you into submission to stay with him. "Listen to me you little shit. Your NOT leaving me, do you hear me? Your MINE to fuck. MINE!!"he shouted, as he takes you brutally by force.

As the chorus of the song played in the background of your car, another image starts of you packing your things to leave him while your ex is at work. Taking a bus to your parents house.. unaware that your childhood is gone.

I got you figured out, you need to have control

You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Trying to tell you now, I've been doing what you want

But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go, Just let me go

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Knocking on your parents door, not at all expecting to find a new family living in your childhood home.. everything became a blur as the wife and mother of two kids explain that the past owners of their home, in which were your parents had died in a car accident.

You stopped at a local diner to get yourself something to eat, as you look for a place to stay and start a new life.. while you wait for your food you have another flashback of your ex when he used to be sweet.

You used to always let me in (you used always let me in)

Do you even know you changed? (do you even know you changed?)

And now you're my favorite sin, oh

'Cause I'm either on your side or you're a mile away, oh

Oh

Another flashback happens of you sitting in a comfy and familiar chair inside of an elderly woman's home, who was your parents neighbor and use to be your babysitter as a child.. she told you that she has something for you, that was given to her just before your parents died. You were just sitting there staring blankly at the cup of tea in your hand until she returned with an envelope full of money "Your boyfriend insisted on that you didn't need it.. but I held on to it, just in case.."she said handing it to you to- wait.. WHAT?? He knew?!.. and he didn't tell me?!.. you thought.

I got you figured out, you need to have control

You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Trying to tell you now, I've been doing what you want

But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go, Just let me go

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Staring at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom for what felt like hours before glancing down at the box of hair dye setting on the counter, then took one last look at your appearance. You've never died your hair before, you've wanted to.. but never got a chance to considering your ex told you not to, but not anymore.

Goodbye to the old you...

Woah, Woah, no

I won't do it anymore

I won't do it anymore

...and hello to the new you.

Staring into the new reflection of yourself in the mirror admiring your new hair color that's representing your new found freedom 'cheers to the new me.' you thought to yourself while taking a sip of your beverage.

That one question the elderly woman asked you before you left her home goes unanswered "Where will you go, dear?" that one unanswered question lingered your mind, as you drove in the car that you bought with cash in hand.. it lingered in your mind, as you sat at the local diner for food.. just like it lingered in your head, as you changed your hairstyle.

I got you figured out, you need to have control

You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Trying to tell you now, I've been doing what you want

But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

As you drove into the next city and found a nice little place to live in, the lingered unanswered question has reached it's end...

"Where will you go, dear?", you hear yourself say "Los Angeles."

Not anymore

In less than a week, you've gotten settled in your new home and even found a job a few blocks down from where you live. You remained alert and cautioned yourself around any males, including turning down anyone's offer when they asked you out or even make an attempt to flirt with you.. you seemed unfazed by it and carried on not wanting to deal with any type of sexual relationship, with what happened with your ex. You kept yourself guarded or at least.. so you thought, you have just gotten done with your shift and found that all four of your tires were slashed "shit.." your blood ran cold when you also found a note attached to your car door that read...

I'm coming for you bitch!

From just the handwriting alone you knew EXACTLY, who it was from.. your ex.

So you ran from the parking lot of your job to your house but you somehow ended up in the woods by making a wrong turn in the dark.. in which your ex chases after you, unaware that was another predator lurking in the shadows above the trees. You came across to a dead end in the woods forcing you to turn around and face him "You really shouldn't have run away from me." he said in a pissed off voice. "I told you, I don't want to be with you anymore!!" you shouted at him, which only pissed him off even further "Well, then.."he said as the pupils of his eyes grew dark "..I guess, I'll just have to kill you." he added causally while pulling out a dagger.

A series of clicks and growls could be heard that didn't sound human causing your ex to pause "What the fuck-?!" he exclaimed in confusion, as he turned around to face his doom while you instinctively covered your eyes and drop to your knees shaking in fear. Hearing him cry out in both pain and agony, along with the sounds of flesh being sliced open before you heard your ex's limp body collapse to the ground with a thud. You didn't dare look, let alone move from your position... your gut instinct was telling you to not move and not look threatening, so you remain in your spot.

Until you heard heavy footsteps coming your way before coming to a hault peaking through your fingers you saw the things feet it looked to have some type of reptilian skin, it makes more clicking sounds that sounded soft and gentle as if it were coaxing you to look at them. In a way... it did as you slowly raise your head while lowering your hands to see, the reptilian creature stood at least seven feet tall wearing a silver bio-helmet covering it's face as long black dreadlocks with beads drapes from its head just above it's shoulders, dressed in armor-like shoulder pads, a wristblade and wrist gauntlet, along with a lioncloth and belt to cover him?

He then stood to the side and gestured out his hand for you to follow him, as you slowly rose to your feet a large alien spaceship appeared along with eight more of those reptilian creatures that stood infront of the ship only three of them wore a bio-helmet while the other five show-off their face, which is an arthropod-like with four mandibles and no visible nose making you freeze in your tracks at the sight. The one behind you pressed itself up against your backside and starts purring, putting you at ease as the one that has brown eyes with grey and black dreadlocks (which you assume is the leader) stretched out it's hand while the others tilts their head at you and clicks before you enter their ship.

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[yaut-jaknowit]

How about high tension between a male yautja and human. Where one gets drunk and finally yells that they want to fuck them already.

Tensions Run High

Pairing: Icheall-Dua (male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2555

Summary: It was at a gathering for Yautjas and humans alike on a different planet than Yautja Prime. You had been constantly trying to hit up Icheall-Dua and he couldn’t get the idea! So, one night, during a feast of celebration that Icheall-Dua was going to become leader of the clan, you get drunk. A very bad thing. You have loose lips. When you tried again with Icheall-Dua and he doesn’t get it again, you straight up yell it in front of the clan.  

Author Note: I realized this has taken me two months to get to. Sorry that production has slowed down. I've been grinding away at my game. Also, I didn't know if you wanted spicy or not, so I decided to leave it out just encase. Enjoy!

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Ao3

Sonorous voices that boomed across the clearing filled the air. Joyous in nature. Prideful for the years to come. Every rise and fall of the suns to bring a life and challenges to the clan. You held up a cup of a drink that was considered alcohol. Between a Yautja and human mixture of potent alcohol, deluded for yourself.

It reminded you of whiskey with the slight burn with each sip you took. A drink not meant for shots. Rather just to take sips here and there. It’ll still knock you on your ass three drinks later. So, you took your time to consume the interesting taste of the smokey concoction.

Despite living among the predators of the universe and showing we are equals rather than enemies, the two species have come together. Some clans as you’ve heard are more reluctant, or rather downright say no, to allowing humans into their ranks.

Others, like the one you live in, are more accepting if you pull your own. You will not be babied. If you die, you die. A kill or be killed world on this planet. This isn’t even Yautja Prime. Yet, its dangers rival Yautja Prime.

You breathed in the marshes stagnant air. Though the division is still evident; Yautjas with Yautjas and humans with humans, you couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to Icheall-Dua. Marsh green and cream bellied. His scales are basic compared to those you’ve seen throughout your time through a few clans.

What Icheall-Dua lacks in different physical aspects, he makes up in his skills. From the words whispered amongst the clan, he’s a prodigy. He’s the next best thing. A male anyone would kill to be but could never get to his level. Yet, no matter how many times you try to send the right signals in Icheall-Dua’s direction, he doesn’t see it! The skulls, the meat, the Yautja way of courting!

Weeks of research were put into this before you attempted the first time. It should’ve been clear as a peacock spreading its tail feathers. No though. He accepted the gifts but never said anything after that.

At first, you drew back to ensure what you read was correct. Skulls of creatures are the first step. You did just that. Yeah, it wasn’t the dangerous creature on this planet but it nearly killed you! His obliviousness didn’t deter you though. You took a slow sip of your drink again, eyes sliding over to the beast that filled your thoughts.

A large cup filled with a similar concoction to your own was cupped in one of his large hands. Two of three fingers missing on that hand. You knew there was harrowing story to explain what happened. A story you would love to listen to with his deep, grating voice. The sound crunchy like stepping on a gravel road. Another sip downed the rest of the liquid.

With a sigh, you stepped around the larger species that filled the space to the bar tender. A night like this was to be celebrated with alcohol always being included.

After living around these guys for a quarter of your life time, you have learned it’s best to slip between them. Some will shift their weight allow you easier access around them. Yet, many have the mindset not to move for anything. You’ve learned to be slippery rather than it becoming a dick measuring contest. Not submission but avoiding unnecessary fighting. Why get wounded if it all could be avoided? Somethings in this culture you’ll never come to understand.

Once you reached the bar tender again, you set your empty glass on the counter and tapped twice. Ci’tha grunted and immediately got to work. Your drink was set in front of you with a tangy tasting fruit on the rim. You thanked the yellow based Yautja with a dip of your head then leaned against the count with your back to it. People watching.

Other humans were amongst the crowd, mingling with mainly other humans. Only a select few were chatting away with the friendlier Yautjas in the clan. None of them dared to go close to Icheall-Dua nor his father who had a permanent scowl etched into his worn features. A life lived through the ways of a Yautja of hunting and gaining scars along the way.

Icheall-Dua went to sip at his cup only to find it empty and shook his cup. You instantly noticed and spun around to face Ci’tha. “Do you remember what Icheall-Dua is having?” you rushed out and jerked your head over towards Icheall-Dua direction. The poor yellow Yautja jolted at the sudden move then glared at you. You sheepishly smiled an apology at him.

Ci’tha rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Why?” he grunted and raised a brow at you.

“Can you make it? Yautja sized?” you sweetly asked the lanky Yautja who stood in your way of impressing Icheall-Dua some more. Though, the two of you didn’t talk on the regular, he could see what was happening. He rolled his blue eyes again before got to work.

The large mug was set before you. You threw a thanks towards Ci’tha before snatching it racing through the sea of bodies. At points, you nearly shoved your way through but reframed from starting a fight. All you had was a mug and a small knife not long enough to hit anything important on a Yautja.

After breeching the main crowd of people, you were able to make your way up to Icheall-Dua standing in all of his glory. His father only a couple of steps away from him, speaking to another Yautja. Icheall-Dua, himself, was crowd watching until you stopped before him.

“Hello… I saw your cup was empty and retrieved one for you,” you spoke up and presented the cup to him. His sky blue eyes looked down upon over the jut of his small snout. Icheall-Dua blinked slowly in boredom, gaze glancing to the cup in your hand.

He reached out and took it. A critical eye peered and inspected the contents. You gnawed on your bottom lip, in hopes he would accept the drink but nothing else was working. Maybe a drink would win him over.

The Yautja raised his shoulders in a shrug and gulped from the cup. You silently cheered to yourself, praying this was him finally noticing your advances towards him.

Next to him, Zutouh, his father, leaned over and scoffed at you. It didn’t deter you though. Through his one good eye, he analyzed you. Not all Yautjas still accept humans into their ranks. The older generations such as Zutouh are part of that. You’re used to it at this point, even dealing with clans who would kill you on sight.

“Great party,” you tried to start small talk in hopes to get Icheall-Dua to open up a little more. “What’s it for?” A closed mouth smile was directed towards Icheall-Dua.

Icheall-Dua kept his nonchalant expression plastered to his face. “I’m becoming the clan leader,” he stated as if it was an everyday thing. You tensed up mid sip of your drink, eyes darting over to his marsh green hide.

Well yeah. Zutouh is his father and the clan leader. Yet, each Yautja usually has a bunch of children. You didn’t know Icheall-Dua was next in line to ascend the throne. By Paya’s grace, you truly didn’t stand a chance against any of the females who would flock to him. Clan leader got you lots of perks. A title Icheall-Dua had to have earned out of all of his siblings.

“That’s amazing! Are you excited?” you kept up with the small talk, using questions to get answers from him. You gulped down a mouthful of your drink again as it started to affect your mind and rational thinking. “Of course, a male such as yourself with that physique definitely deserves that position.”

Drunk words were sober thoughts.

Alcohol gave you loose lips.

Zutouh snorted and shook his massive head in disbelief. You didn’t care though. What you said was true. Icheall-Dua was built well, the prodigy everyone saw him as.

One of his upper manibles quirked up for less than a second yet you caught it. “This is my destiny.” His answer short, barely even sweet. You nearly deflated at that but an idea came to him.

“Well, does your destiny have me included in it?” you flirted with him again like all the times before. You hoped he would finally get the big picture you were waving in front of him.

This caught Icheall-Dua off guard. The Yautja nearly choked on his drink you graciously provided for him and snapped his gaze to you. Hope flickered in your eyes as you noticed you had more of his attention on you. His hand tightened on his cup, claws slightly scraping across the glass wear.

Except, it all faded away when he pulled back that nonchalant expression and shrugged again. You could almost scream at him for that. Your nose flared with a snort, lips pressed tightly into a line. The alcohol in your system not helping one bit. A near glare was settled on the stupid marsh colored Yautja who you’ve pinned for the last few months.

Like a volcano, there’s only so much you could hold in.

“For the love of everything unholy, I want to fuck you!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, fire blazing in your veins while you stared this male down. “I’ve been trying for months the Yautja way to get your attention. And-and nothing! You hadn’t acknowledge my attempts or even told me to stop! I don’t know what I can do anymore.”

It all came out. Ranitng out your horrible experience trying to court a Yautja their way. All this research was false, wrong. It led you on for months and left you to feel this angry… in front of a crowd.

Your shoulders heaved with each lungful breath. The crowd around you had gone silence due to your shouting. The realization struck you, dosing you in freezing cold water. Your shoulders tensed up, eyes wide, glued to the spot. Nothing could make you move until Icheall-Dua took a step towards you.

Then, you spun on your tail and darted between humans and Yautja alike, a stumbling, drunk mess. They didn’t part for you, even when you ran into them but when a shadow gave chase, they instantly let him through. Your arm was snatched in a vice grip that would bruise tomorrow. Heat slammed into your chest, forcing you to pressed to his torso. Tears pooled the lips of your eyes as you looked everywhere but him. You couldn’t see the rage of you interrupting his celebration, of you ruining the night with this silly crush.

Your entire jaw was swallowed up by a hand and forcefully tilted your head back. Through blurry tears, you find his blue eyes on you.

“Say that again,” he demanded with a voice he used to lead. You tried to struggle against him, nearly turning your head enough to bite his fingers. Nothing worked to get him off of you. Icheall-Dua easily far stronger in close quarters… yet, you didn’t want to hurt him anyhow.

“Why? So you can embarrass me in front of everyone. Show everyone how much of a fool I was? To think I had a chance with you?” you snarled then paused for a pregnant moment. He squeezed his hand tighter on your jaw in a short warning. Icheall-Dua wasn’t one to be around humans often, he didn’t understand their fragileness. “Should’ve brushed me off the first time I gifted you a skull.”

None of this would be happening if he had.

“And why would I do that? I was following the advice given to me by your fellow humans for your courting rituals.” If he didn’t have such a tight grip, you would’ve jerked your head back. Instead, you raised your brows instead.

He was following dating advice… What had they told him? Also, dating?! Your heart started to thump loudly in your ears, like war drums. He had gone out of his way to ask for advice.

A lump in your throat made it hard to speak. “What, what was the advice?” you questioned and untensed your muscles. The Yautja responded by easing up his grasp on your jaw and wrist. Icheall-Dua didn’t let you go fully though. Not that you could outrun a Yautja in the first place.

His gaze deviated over to a group of humans who were staring the two of you down. Everyone part of the party was. “Samual said to ‘play hard to get’. It get’s people needy.” Oh, you were going to kill Samual when you had the chance. All these months of torture because that dumbass told him horrible advice.

You couldn’t help the breath of relief that escaped your lungs. Then, you began to laugh and shook in his hold. “That’s the worst advice anyone could give you. No, ‘playing hard to get’ is the worst way to show someone you’re into them.” Your laughter died down. “And I thought my research was a fraud when you didn’t react to any of the gifts I gave you.”

Icheall-Dua growled lowly in his chest and spread his mandibles in a display towards the humans. The group jolted and instantly scrambled away to be hidden away in the crowd. With them gone, he returned his attention back on you. “You did well and everything right. I apologize I wasn’t properly conveying my feelings towards you. Will you forgive me?”

All that tension in your shoulders you’ve been holding for months finally fell off. “Yes, yes. I forgive you and whatever stupid advice Samual gave you. I would say to do research but… that has also bad information as well.” His hand on your wrist released you to cup your waist. Goosebumps immediately rose on your arms. A tingle running down your spine.

“And what were you saying early? If my memory serves correct: you want to fuck me?” Oh god, he just had to bring that up! Heat instantly rushed your cheeks.

“That’s-that’s just the alcohol talking. I’m drunk. Had some drinks… I don’t know what you mean,” you did everything in your power to get him off of that.

“Daring little thing,” he mused and ran his thumb claw across your lips. Just a little more pressure and he could slice the feeble skin apart. “Taking more than they can chew.” You knew you had chosen right. He was still going to fuck with you though.

He leaned down so only the next words were spoken directly at you. “Once this party ends, would you like to start the night back in my tent?” he whispered. Your brain blanked. Not a single thought entered your mind for a long, unknown amount of time.

When some of the fog cleared, you rapidly nodded your head, eager. “My naughty little ooman.” He returned to his full towering height and offered his hand to you. “Come along, I know of seat you wouldn’t want to leave.”

Curses filled your head, the only thing to make sense in your fray of mental words to yourself. The things you could do to him.

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[teenandbeyond]

could i request a part 3 of your yautja x reader series ! its such a good read ive been catching myself going back and rereading it all over again !

Yautja x Fem. Reader Pt.3

Decided to kill two birds with one stone for the last of the three shots.

I wanted to sate your thirst, dark fic readers since y'all been asking for a while (even though I'm not the best with this style, nor is it my usual type).

Edit: Low-key had to rewrite this before it turned into some 50 Shades of Grey shit...I got...invested (which says a lot considering I'm not deep into the Predator fandom.) Then I got sleepy, so I didn't double word check :) Edit 2: If y'all ever want to request the prince again, I can do it outside of the series...probably, it depends.

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Little Princess (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut content, breeding, jealous Yautja, squirting, size difference, long asf (Might be the longest I've done for Yautja?), fingering, noncon details, possible triggers, exhibition (being watched), whipped Yautja (couldn't help but add a pinch of fluff for the last one)

The prince Ta'yto seems to have taken quite the liking to you, you've become his little Princess to breed...

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You briskly walked through the halls of the palace, not wanting to be late.

Ta’yto didn’t appreciate when you were late, last time you were punished for it, forced to sit on his lap throughout an entire meeting, how embarrassing.

The thing was, this place was a labyrinth and with the language barrier, you wouldn’t have been able to ask for directions. You had to solely depend on your memory.

Peeking down one way, your gaze flicked over the long walkway, “Here? No there isn’t a candelabra there…”

Which only left the walk way to your left a few feet ahead, you stalked ahead.

Just as you made the turn, you bumped into a solid chest, the firmness making you collapse to the ground, all the jewelry you wore ringing in the hall.

“Owww…” you rub at your forehead, squinting your eyes and craning your head up to see who you bumped into.

It was a Yautja male, not the prince you belonged to, Ta’yto had longer hair and he was wider, this one was slim.

“Sorry—Um…You don’t speak English, right, that’s pointless, [Name],” you muttered to yourself.

You stumble to stand up and straighten yourself due to the slim fit and flowiness of your dress.

A few clicks was all you got in response.

You gave a polite smile, “I should get going—”

He titled your chin up with a finger, seeming to observe you, arm pausing in its movement as he took sight of your blooded symbol.

“Ah…I should get going…”

As you moved to leave he grabbed your arm, easily stopping you, he began to trail his other hand from your chin to your hip.

“Let me go. This isn’t a good idea—”

You were cut off by a growl that felt like it shook the palace.

The predator touching you turned around to kneel to who was in front of him, which meant one thing…

The prince was here to collect you.

His footsteps must have been light before, they were heavy like thunder now.

He stopped in front of him, gesturing for him to stand and when he did stand…

You actually realized how tall Ta’yto was compared to someone other than you, he was at least a whole head taller than the predator in front of him. Having to lean down to be face-to-face—since at the moment his mask-thingy was off (you didn’t know what it was called).

There were a few exchanges of clicks, before Ta’yto decided to toss him away at the wall that connected to the entry of the other hallway.

You had to blink a few times to process that he tossed a fully-grown predator—you assumed anyway—with ease.

Then his head slowly turned to you.

You raised your hands in surrender, “I didn’t—ah! Put me down!”

He had simply tossed you over his shoulder, resting his hand comfortably on your ass as he turned to leave to his quarters like he usually did.

You see, after the fifth time with you, he decided you would officially be his mate. You were his favorite, so you had the privilege of sharing his quarters with him. He--despite kidnapping you and everything-- gave you luxury you didn’t expect, elegant dresses and jewelry from distant planets—learning you regularly needed food and water, made sure you were provided with some, and anything else you could need.

The only things that irked him, was one, despite all these things you still fought—admittedly at times he enjoyed it—it was still no less irking. Then, the fact that you never used the power you had as his top mate to decline the young and impulsive predators who tried to sneak and use you for themselves, knowing that you were taken. He had marked you with his clan mark—damn it, his name for goodness sakes.

Ta’yto found it quite adorable when you muttered angrily in English, thinking he didn’t understand a single word. Sometimes you had a colorful array of names to call him, both in irritation and in pleasure.

“The throne room?” you wondered as you noticed the familiar doors close.

After the short trek up steps, he set you down, only long enough to plop into the sturdy throne and set you on his lap. He sighed, gripping your thigh through the dress.

“I…he didn’t do anything really…” you tried to assure.

At this point, you didn’t necessarily hate him anymore, but you didn’t like him much either.

It was kind of hard to when one minute you’re fighting to the death together only for you to get betrayed and get brutally handled by him.

But he did, he touched what didn’t belong to him.

All he had to say was that ‘She was so tempting. I’m sorry, Prince Ta’yto. I won’t do it again…’

Ta’yto spread his legs, yours following along, before you could even react his rough hand slid under your dress.

“What are you—” your breath hitched as his nails gently grazed against your inner thigh, so close to the warmth between them.

It had been a while since he hand his hand there, after the first time, he’d just preferred to get straight to it.

You whimpered as playful fingers trailed up, his finger moving over the bare, pink, flesh with calculated strokes.

You clenched your thighs to stop it, “Not—Not—”

He simply grunted and spread them open again with his free hand that had been on the armrest.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain the thin amount of dignity you still had, you wouldn’t let him win that easily.

Trying to ignore how much more sensitive your body had become each time he had his way with you.

But you couldn’t stop the drawn-out gasp that left your lips when he finally slid in two of his fingers, providing you with a little relief after the immediate tension he created inside you.

But what you hated, was that your body was excited, because you knew two wouldn’t be enough to prepare for him, he’d have to give you more.

You stiffened when the door opened, the advisor or whatever he was had walked in, but after taking in the situation, he gave a few clicks and turned to leave.

But Ta’yto’s voice stopped him, he said something you didn’t understand, which they nodded to before leaving.

You didn’t have time to wonder what that was about because then he was moving again.

Your brows scrunched as you tried to focus, his guard is lowered, you could possibly attack him. He may be stronger than you, but move quick enough, you could immobilize him.

Your eyes flicked over to the sharpened spike on one of the sides of his foot rest. Thinking of all possible scenarios for a few minutes. But you would have to bend and reach for it, that would be too much time.

“I—can you stop for a second…I…I’m too sensitive…” you attempted.

Not that it worked, of course.

Then the door opened again, it was the Predator from before in chains.

You could feel Ta’yto chuckle behind you, before speaking to the Predator in their language.

“You know. The thing about tempting things, they aren’t attainable to scum like you…The reason I brought you here, is to remind you what’s mine and that you can’t have her. You aren’t permitted to speak or leave until I tell you. Think about this the next time you decide to touch what doesn’t belong to you.”

He turned his attention back to you who had turned your head in embarrassment and closed your legs, even though the scum couldn’t see underneath the dress.

He spread your legs again, giving his hand access to move, “This is mine. Only I can touch it like this, you could only ever dream…”

He quickly switched from a tame pace to a rough rhythmic one, making you gasp and let your head fall into his chest.

“Didn’t you touch her here?” he gripped your chin that had been touched before, forcing you to look at the chained Predator, as he added another finger, “Well, I’m reclaiming it.”

This should’ve still been embarrassing to you, but it so, so, erotic, so…so strangely powerful all you could do was tighten around his fingers.

You gripped his arm tight, “Please, it’s too much, not—not yet—hah…”

You found your hips moving to meet his fingers, desperate for the soon coming release.

“And every other place your slimy hands touched her... She doesn’t smell like me as strongly anymore…that needs to change.”

Your nails dug into his bicep, not that he felt it much.

He likes that his research on female humans and what brings pleasure was put to good use with you.

Speaking of…should he try that new thing he learned about yesterday? Well, since he has an audience, he might as well give a show.

In the same motion he tore off your dress, your places were switched, your bare body sitting on the throne while he stood, towering over you, before kneeling down.

Which confused you, considering he was the royal one and you were not.

But you were totally clueless to the fact that this Yautja was so addicted he had no problem doing so at any time.

With another quick move, he gripped your legs and tugged you forward, it was so sudden, you had to grab the armrests to steady yourself.

“What…what are you..?”

His face was way too close to your nether regions, you could feel his breath, which made you twitch each time.

What was he going to—your eyes widened as you felt a wet muscle brush against you.

What was going on? Was he—? Where did he learn this?

You yelped as the few cautious licks of a forked tongue became ravenous, he gripped your thighs hard as his tongue teased you.

“Ohhhh,” you sighed out, biting your lip to keep quiet.

But that’s not what he wanted, so he slid in the hard muscle.

You gripped the armrests for your life, barely able to hold eye contact with him as he devoured you like a starved man. And the mandibles brushing against your skin made it worse.

You tossed your head back, a desperate moan leaping from your throat, the feeling too good, tears bubble up to your waterline, “Please don’t—Not that—Not there—Please!”

But he doesn’t pause, he just gets impossibly more aggressive.

He wants the tears to fall, that’s what always happens before you break. He wants you to break.

He adds his fingers into the equation again, the minute he does, you’re gripping his head like a lifeline.

The closer you get, the louder you get, which he likes. He likes when that composure you try so hard to keep disappears. Shatters before his very eyes. He keeps his eyes on you, wanting to see the moment when it happens.

And it does, but not in the way he was expecting, your chest hiccups as the tears finally fall and you shake your head, almost like you want to refuse the feeling, but you don’t, not really, he knows that.

“No, no, no, I can’t…no…”

And your hips jerk, you’re no longer able to control them and a water-like substance escapes from you. He quickly gets over the surprise and happily excepts it. This is new and you show no signs of being in pain, more than the usual anyway, so he succeeded, right?

Then your crying is of embarrassment, you hadn’t done that before.

But he doesn’t allow you to wallow in it for long.

Your breath is ragged as your legs shake, but you know he never shows mercy on you.

Definitely not today since he’s showing off how beautiful you are and how well you take him, that he’s got something no one but him can have. No one.

The second thing different about today, he rubs a thumb against your thigh, as if saying good job or good girl.

He doesn’t stay there too long, ready to cleanse his mate of the scum that dared touch her completely.

You whine as he finally sheds off his loincloth, you’re way too sensitive to take him now.

And he knows you’re sensitive. He knows you’re sensitive as he lifts you by your shaky legs to place you on his lap again as he sits on his throne. He knows you’re sensitive as he rubs you against his erection as you face away from him. He knows your sensitive as he moves one hand to the hip that was touched.

But he knows you can handle it, his little pet always handles it.

“Ahhm! Fuck!”

He growls as you suck him in, your body molded into the form his wanted. Now your body so greedily accepts him as compared to before. He fits so perfect, like your body conformed to his shape. You really are just for him.

“She fits me perfectly. So, you see—ngh—you could never satisfy her anyway, you peasant.”

You barely have time to settle before he’s pounding away.

“Sense—sensetiv—!”

Haven’t you learned by now that he doesn’t really care?

You’re just his little pet—

Well, Ta’yto supposed that wasn’t true anymore.

You were more than a pet—although you were still a pet, his little pet—

You were more than that…his true mate—no…his princess.

Maybe he should marry you.

Would that be strange? He might be looked at weirdly since it wasn’t a thing for his race.

But if he got to pound into this every day, this hot, tight, warm—

Anyway, you were the best mate he’s had…you were fit for royalty both figuratively and literally you fit him into you like he was meant to fill you whenever.

Speaking of filling, you’d look absolutely ravishing with a little bump, at this point he genuinely wanted it.

He’d have to do his best to be gentle no matter how arousing the sight would be. He wouldn’t be able to not fuck you, so at the very least he’d just be gentle and still be able to feel you around him like a vice as you held his child.

The thought of impregnating you gave him a whole new burst of energy.

His little princess having his little baby.

Maybe more than one, how many babies could a human have without dying?

He wanted that many.

“Too much—Too-too much! Please, I—I can’t” you sobbed turning your head into his side.

Little princess, don’t you know your tears only spur him on? He likes when you cry.

He grips the inside of your knee a little more, ramming into you. Wanting to unsure he fills you with strong seed, strong enough to give him children.

You spasm around him as you release again, the feeling so intense it’s hard to stay conscious as you settle.

But his pace barely slows, despite the tightness, and only speeds up again once you finish.

You beg, “Please…I'm done...I...”

Your head collapses onto his chest as darkness takes over you.

And he doesn’t stop, no, not until he spills every drop into you.

"The thing is princess, I decide when you're done."

And a month later he got what he wanted, a cute little bump, his little princess.

And oh, how he wished he could ravish you how he wanted…but he’d have to wait for that.

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