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bloopinggenius · 6 months

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✰𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝✰| Yautja x 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 |M/M/M/M/M x Reader

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A throbbing head was the first thing Ryia felt when she woke up. Her vision, blurred at first, cleared up to reveal to her a room. Smooth pristine coal coloured walls surrounded her as well as the floor.

The room was decorated with medical looking devices some similar to human ones. Getting up into a sitting position, Ryia saw she was laid upon a metal slab covered with a some type of animal pelt. Head still throbbing, she decided to find a way out of the room. All the walls had no sign of a door or a way out but she did find a keypad that could open the door. The keys had weird symbols that she couldn't understand. However, when she stood near the keypad, the wall to the left shifted like a slide door.

Stunned, she stood for a moment before stepping out, making sure to keep her steps light, looking back in time to see the wall seamlessly slide back into place. She decided on which direction to go in given that she wanted to go home, so after a little innie miny moe game, she went left down the hall.

The hall curved, still the same coal coloured look, into an open area that looked like an alien kitchen and dining area. As she entered the area, she spotted, on one side of it, a large window that spanned the whole wall. She ran to it while still being aware of how much noise she made. She looked out noticing how high the unknown object was from the ground and she was still able to see her house.

She let out a quiet sigh in relief that she was still on Earth. Now that she thought about it, what if those creatures weren't re-

Soft clicking noises could be heard behind Ryia and she felt like she could pass out.

Slowly, she turned around, and came face to face with three of the things she saw a couple hours ago.

"Three? Where are the other two?" She thought. But before that thought could be answered, the biggest of the three growled at her so ferociously she could feel it in her bones. The sound made goosebumps crawl onto her skin and she shrunk into the window behind her. The smallest of the males went in front of his kin and gave a him a shove.

"Calm down Vikap, you're scaring her." An'tui said to him while trying to calm him. "I have no reason to care about her feelings. She is prey. Her smell invades my senses and it makes me want to rip out her head from her body. I want her out!" He growls out. "Calm 𝒎𝒆𝒊'𝒉𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒊. That is a decision for Ra'kar to make."

Ryia was stood- more like plastered against the window in fear but also in bewilderment as she watched the interaction. It seemed the smaller one was attempting to calm "Hulk" as she called him, but she wasn't sure if that was the case because it just seemed like they were arguing from her point of view.

Just then, the other two appeared. The one that grabbed her so hard she swears her mother turned in her grave. Now that it was light out, she could see the dread-like appendages from his head, from all their heads, however his were lengthy; from his lower back and just past his waist and were greying at the ends. And then there was the one that stares at her with an odd look. Like he is constantly observing her, not judging, just staring.

'Grey', she called him, walked with such confidence that it brought Ryia's already low self-esteem lower. She shrunk into herself; the degrading thoughts making themselves known in her head. 'Grey' began clicking at his brothers before looking at her with a gentle look.

A growled out voice could be heard when she heard him spoke," Ooman......you...are aboard...our...ship." The sentence was garbled almost like it was generated. "You collapsed due to your fall after I grabbed....you. I sincerely apologize for that." First of all, Ryia wasn't detered by anything that had just happened, she just wanted to know why she could understand them.

"Y-you..guys...can speak..English?" She whispered out. "No, T'edqah implanted a translator behind your ear," as he said that she felt behind both ears at the same time and behind her right ear, there was a small bump that stung just a little. She dropped her arms and felt rather small in that moment as they were all intensely looking at her, well except Hulk, he just kinda looked like he was glaring at her.

"Who is 𝑇𝑒-𝑔𝑘-𝑎?" Mr Grey gestured towards the leanest one of all five. However that word should be taken very lightly because even though he was lean for the obvious fact that he worked in medical, he was still a hunking mass built with broad shoulders, strong legs and not to mention a sculptured torso. At this point, Ryia realised that she was ogling because the room had gone silent with all of them watching her.

"Its 𝑇𝑒𝑑-𝑘𝑎. He is our health aide or as you humans call it, a medic." "And who are you?" She asked.

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that. It sounded rude." She thought. Hulk growled louder this time and stomped his way over to her and aggressively grabbed her throat adding enough pressure to almost deem her unconcious. Va'tha was alarmed as he was worried for the human's life but he didn't let it show in his expression. They all were alarmed but looked to Ra'kar for direction.

"Brother..." Va'tha's voice fades. "Vikap, let her go." Vikap's anger threatened to overweigh his loyalty to his leader. "But she spoke out of tone." At this point Ryia was shedding tears. The skin on her upper torso was sensitive as it is but her neck was very delicate as the skin there was thin from her abuse, so she was in the most pain she had been in since she left home.

"Just put her down." Ra'kar was stern this time and Vikap didn't want to anger him, so with the slightest hesitation, he let her go without a care. Ryia fell onto her kness before laying on her side gasping for air. Shockingly to the brothers, it didn't take long for her to recover as she was used to such behaviour. She got up to her feet and looked at Rakar.

"C-can I l-leave?" The question came out shakily and whispered but not in fear but because her throat was bruised. "We need to do a vital scan of-"

"I'll be fine. I'm a doctor."

".......ok. An'tui will show you out." The smallest one started walking and it took a minutes before she followed. She walked a couple steps behind him. Even if he was the smallest, Ryia couldn't help but ogle him. All 7' something inches of him. One itty bitty question bottled her though. She just hoped he wouldn't react as violently as Hulk.

Back in the dining room, Vikap felt better now that the human was gone. "Vikap, why do you always have to go crazy?" T'edqah asked with a shove. "I will do what I wanted to do to her to you." "And I will shove a needle up your-"

"Enough! Vikap, this has happened one to many times. Go and cool off." Vikap left without a sound leaving the two together.

"'Should I ask or not? I mean I think I should but I don't want to die. What if he does worse? And 'Grey' isn't here to intervene. What if the answer is obvious? I could just try and find out on my own. I mean-'

"Are you guys dating?" The words flew right out of her mouth. Silence filled the empty hall. An'tui stopped walking. 'Oh no.' He spun in shock and looked straight at her. Slowly, he shook his head. "....No."

"....hm." He turned again and continued walking. Soon enough, they arrived at a wall just like the one she came across before and saw how seamless the door was. An'tui opened the door using some gauntlet on his wrist and gestured towards the ramp once the door was raised.

"Uh....thanks." "Now from what i've seen in horror movies, never turn your back towards the enemy. But walking backwards is a bad omen. So I'll walk out the doorway forwards, spin back towards him, check for any signs of an attack then run...no sprint home." All this she thought as she slowly walked to the doorway. When she got there, she put it into action and did as thought.

Once she got to the back door she entered, locked the door and rested against it. Then she crawled to a window to peep out of it to see if they were watching and to her embarassment, they were.

"I need to get out of here." She thought. She made sure to keep away from any windows and made her way upstairs and into her room. The trek upstairs was fairly easy. She ran into her bedroom and got her phone out. There was only one person she could talk to in the moment to fetch her and that was Louis. She wouldn't consider him as her best friend as she wasn't close to people like that and when she was close to someone, they hurt her. Crouched and on her knees in front of her bed, she rung him up and as always, he answered on her third attempt of trying to reach him.

"Ryia! Baby! How are you? It's been a while. I've been waiting for your call. It's like you forget about me when you leave work. How's life? Any hotties wanna party? Any daddies wanna smashie. Two bodies doing the naughty-"

"Shut up will you?", she whisper yelled. "Sorry. I'm kinda sorta in a situation right now and I would like it if you would get over her right now. I need a ride." She rushed out.

"Well excuse you honey, if you forgot, I'm kinda uhm....a DOCTOR. I got people to help here. You do know that you can still drive your OWN car to the store. You're not handicapped just because you're on your period."

"Firstly, ewww. Secondly this situation is serious. I don't know how to tell you this but," as she says this she doesn't notice An'tui approaching from behind her silently and appearing in her doorway. "There are aliens in my backyard."

"Are you ok? Are you high? Did you hit your head really hard? Cause like I'm confused."

"Please just get here." She adds on.

"I'll see later, Ryia. BAAYYE."

"Did I mention they're hot...?"

"....I'll be right there." He ends the call abruptly before she can even say bye.

A hefty sigh of relief leaves a lips as she sat down fully with her leg supporting her arm.

'Ok now I need to-"AAAHHHH!" Her screech was so high pitched, it startled the male into a defensive stance. She reached for her throw pillows and flung them with all her might at him which caused him to straighten back up but they had no effect on his rock solid muscled body. "What are you doing here! Get out! Get out!"

An'tui could sense the stress of the female and purred lowly. "Calm down. I followed you to keep an eye on you."

"Why!" At this point she was slowly hyperventilating and couldn't breathe properly. An'tui saw this and approached her with slow and measured steps. "Calm down. My scans show that you overbreathing also know as hyperventilating. Listen to me. Breathe in, breathe out."

Ryia didn't know why but for some reason she listened and soon enough her breathing had returned to normal.

"Why should you be keeping an eye on me? I don't have anything you guys need or want and I didn't steal anything."

"You may have not done anything but you jave seen us and know we exist. We cannot risk you telling anyone about us and this was the better choice."

"W-what was the other choice?"

"To kill you."

She took a tentative step backwards, you know just in case, with a scared look on her face.

"I'm sure t-that was Hulk's idea."

"What is a Hulk?"

"Nevermind-"

The conversation was interrupted by loud honking from outside. An'tui's head snapped towards the window whilst a set of blades extended from his wrist. The 2 foot blades were sharpened to perfection and glistened in the light of the room.

"Stay here. There is a threat outside that needs to be terminated."

He turned on his heels and headed for the door. Ryia realized that it was her crazy friend and followed behind him.

"Wait! Wait! He's not a threat! He's just a friend! An accomplice! A companion!"

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Hey guys! Geenius here. Here's part two of the series. Hope you guys enjoy it. 💋💋

Taglist: @maxismp1

#yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja x oc #yautja x human #yautja #black women #black woman #black girl magic #predator x you #predator x reader #predator x human #predator #romance #romantic

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years

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Masterlist

Fluff - F Angst - A Smut/NSFW/+18 - M Suggestive Themes - S

Yautja (Predator)

Here's a collection of both male and female Yautja's. Most of my work is gender neutral. I always have it posted up with the pairings if that's not the case. I do have Lesbian and Gay stuff in here as well. Asks are open currently, just check my page before continuing. I do write a bit more than I should for One-shots so it might take time for me post your request. Enjoy the mess of my writings!

I've decided to make a Kofi for the fun of it! If want to buy me a coffee, there's a link right below. Please don't feel obliged to buy me anything!

Kofi

Gawtin (Female Yautja)

Vic'tao and Uihoy

Casey (Male human) and A'jiadh (Male Yautja)

We'ar-ow

Random Yautjas

#masterlist #vic'tao #gawtin #uihoy #casey #a'jiadh #casey and a'jiadh #yautja #yautja x reader #yautja smut #yautja x oc #predator

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yourlocalcryingcryptid · 1 year

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I have to draw a yaujta for the bracket sheet

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black-suns-rim · 1 year

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Yautja girlfriend pt. 2

Can't sleep. Can only think about thoughts

Since she helps run things on yaujta-prime, she's probably got a very good education. Like she must be very smart. She could take care of you when you're sick.

She might baby you if she has been a mother. Care for you dearly and/or will think you are a complete idiot

Your yautja girlfriend may look like a male yautja on steroids or a completely curvy and squishy girl. I like both

Give her a night off from taking care of pups. Pups are cute. Probably will bite you, but are cute. She will see you as papa (or mama) material

She can kill you with the flick of her pinky toe

Don't break her heart, female yautja are sadistic and enjoy enflicking pain on their prey. She will enjoy hurting you if you hurt her

Communication is key to avoid death and torture

Scary mama

Protective mama

Master of multi-tasking. She could probably take care of a pup, beat some ass and cook a meal all at the same time

Don't tell her to make food for you. You will get your ass beat. She works all day, mentally and physically drained and you demand food? How pathetic of you

Don't play violent videos games with her, she will neat your ass in game and probably irl if she losses to you

Seems abusive? Yautja society is different. You would be made fun of for getting your ass handed to you by a girl if you go crying to other male yautja because angering a lady yautja is a stupid thing to do in the first place

Maybe some yautja ladies are more chill and not as sadistic. Those are the ones you want if you aren't a masochist. But if you are a masochist, free range my dude

And that concludes my pt. 2 list

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moramaisis · 2 years

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I'm not feeling great, just exhausted with zero energy. Decided to sketch my girls♥ It's stupid and ugly, but i made it & might as well share. I named the ladies Florence (Flo), Euphemia (Effie) and Melisandre (Mel). They're all super affectionate to each other. Just as a reminder, i have a 18 + blog, where i have sketched some spicier things of them.

#yautja x human #yautja x oc #predator x human #feral predator #feral yautja #yautja thirst #monster boyfriend #predator x oc

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eruden-writes · 1 year

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 29

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears, @boogeysmoth, @omg-the-nutella-queen

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'qdei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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Silence filled the air between Rayelle and Tai’dqei as the bustle of bureaucracy continued around them. Rayelle stared at Sh’thal, excitement and relief clashing against dread and disappointment. It took so much effort for her to choke out, “I can?”

“Yes, whether you are gone or present, your being in the past makes no major changes.” Unaware of the implications of her own words, Sh’thal smiled brightly at Rayelle.

To be told your presence - or lack thereof - makes no difference was both a slap in the face and a comfort. There were two people her presence made the difference for: Skylar and Elliot. The relief made her heart swell, excited to see her children once more after what felt like so very long apart.

Turning to Tai’dqei, Rayelle’s delight diminished a little. He didn’t move. He just stared at the Corizite, trying to maintain a handle on the inner roil of emotions threatening to burst forth. Even Rayelle could sense the tension in his limbs, the awful way his mandibles fluttered like flexing fingers.

“I-I have to go back. Elliot and Skylar need me.” She reached out, her fingers shaking as her hand stroked down his arm. He jerked at the sudden contact, his head swiveling to meet her gaze. A guilty twinge twisted in her chest as he acted so struck by the mere graze of her touch. Tears of frustration were again threatening to spill from her eyes. With a shake of her head, she forced the words out, “If Evan can do what he did to me, what’s to stop him from-”

Her words halted as he turned to face her, his large hands moving to her shoulders. For a breath, both stared at one another in silence again. There were so many things he wanted to say, but the weight of the eyes around them clamped his throat shut. Instead, he leaned into the tried and true. “I understand.”

Rayelle frowned at those two annoying awful words. She was growing to hate them, hate how calm and collected he seemed after the news. Her insides felt like they were being shredded, her heart tripping back and forth between happiness and woe. It had to be painted on her face, in her crumpling body language. The conflict and the pain.

And there Tai’dqei was, standing straight and tall with a firm set to his shoulders. Immovable, steadfast, strong. As if she was just the weak one, the one who was going to be upset and happy regardless of what the answer had been.

Rayelle shrugged off his hands, her voice cracking as she burst out, “Why, though? Why do you understand so easily?”

It was hard to say how she even wanted him to react. Did she want him to throw a fit? Demand she stay? Or maybe wholeheartedly tell her to go? Either way would have made the decision easier. In the former, he would be too selfish to consider staying with. In the latter, it would be obvious he couldn’t wait to get rid of her.

What reaction Tai’dqei was giving her somehow made everything so much harder. And the longer his silence went on, the more Rayelle’s chest ached, clearly feeling his struggle beneath his seemingly unflappable demeanor.

“It’s not easy. I want you to stay here with me, but you wouldn’t be happy. Not knowing what would happen to our kids would eat at you.” When Tai’dqei spoke, his voice was soft and strained. Agitation hardened his tone, as he shook his head and his fists clenched at his sides. A tremor arched along his arm, as if the tension of his muscles burdened his being. “You didn’t ask to come here. It’s unfair of me to ask you to stay, knowing what - and who - you might be sacrificing.”

At a loss, Rayelle simply stared at him, frustrated tears brimming in her eyes. On some level, she knew that would be his answer, knew that he was actually struck as she was. It was just easier, in a way, to believe he wasn’t. It made her inevitable choice easier to swallow.

But the choice wasn’t going to be easy. Ever since she got closer to him, it was never going to be easy.

“You may take some time to decide or to find a way to remember one another, if you so choose.” Sh’thal interrupted the tense moment with an almost-sweet, yet matter-of-fact tone. “Ideally, we wish you to return to your proper time, as soon as possible. But there is some leeway.”

Rayelle’s attention flickered to Sh’thal, ideas careening suddenly through her brain. That was right. The Temporal Authority Council had plenty of time, didn’t they? “How long may I have?”

Sh’thal hummed, looking over data on her holo screen. She seemed to tally something in her head before answering, “A few days, at most. We risk you looking too different from when you left, if we wait too long.”

“Thank you,” Rayelle hurriedly said as she turned on her heel. She grabbed Tai’dqei by his wrist and led him from the temporary TAC office, immensely thankful that he offered little resistance.

In truth, Tai’dqei was weak to any time he could snatch away with her. He couldn’t imagine being in her position, making the same choices. His chest hurt thinking about it. Still, it didn’t explain why she was dallying. “Where are we going?”

Her mind spun out with ideas and thoughts. Last minute things to do. Last minute things to say. They all clattered through her head, clogging her throat with answers. She waited until they were out of the auditorium and into the hall before settling on a direction. “I want to visit the others before I go.”

He hummed, nodding his head in understanding. Of course, she would want to let the others know her news. Perhaps give others who sought to return home to their planet and time hope. That made sense.

“And I want something to remember you by,” Rayelle added quickly, fighting down the embarrassment such sentimental roused. Her shoulders hunched and a flush crawled over her cheeks, feeling his gaze burn into her back.

Something in Tai’dqei perked up at her words. Something to remember him by? His mind filed through a list of gifts, of trophies, of things he could do for her. Quietly, he let his mind gnaw on possibilities as she led him through the corridors.

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It took the better part of an hour, but Rayelle and Tai’dqei managed to gather up a gallery of friends and companions. The little contingent of human freedom fighters - Sandra, Lisa, Abe, Mikan, and Bette - were joined by Ah’ke and Big Blue. Humans and yautja alike clustered the tables.

At Rayelle’s initial announcement - informing them all of her intentions to return home - an awkward cacophony of conflicted congratulations for her and sympathies for him resounded. She couldn’t stop the conflicted expression from crimping her features.

Lisa, leaning back precariously in a chair, broke the diametrically opposed joy-and-woe in the air. “No one would blame you if you stayed, y’know.”

“Lisa!” Sandra hissed, leaning over to swat the other woman on the shoulder. Lisa yelped at the reprimand, shooting Sandra a dirty look.

Ignoring the dagger-filled glares, Rayelle sighed. “I’d blame myself. I know it’s hard to understand, but I can’t just leave them if I can go back.”

It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about staying. She was here now and, had the TAC not given her the go ahead to return home, she wouldn’t know the difference. But they did give her the okay and she couldn’t just abandon her kids.

And it was out of the question to ask Tai’dqei to go with her. There was no life for him on Earth and she couldn’t force her kids to be on the intergalactic run with an alien out of his time and his sector of space.

There was only one option for Rayelle.

“Since I’m leaving, I do want something to remember him by.” Her eyes trailed to Tai’dqei, sitting beside her in a much-too-small human chair. He’d been rather quiet, introspective, as they rounded everyone up. Without realizing she was doing it, she reached out to his hand resting in his own lap. He looked up at the touch, the distant look softening as his eyes came to her face.

Lisa made a scoffing sound, but everyone else exchanged glances, looking for the answer to Rayelle’s question. Or, maybe, considering solutions that would leave the well-known couple together.

“How about a raygun for Evan’s face?” Mikan suggested from his slumped position on the table, chin cushioned by his crossed arms. A few chuckles rose up from the group, though the mood didn’t lighten entirely.

The suggestion made Rayelle smile a little, unsure if rayguns were a thing in Mikan’s time. They certainly weren’t in hers. “Something that’s not anachronistic. Preferably, easy to hide and not able to be taken from me.”

“Did you consider a blooding ritual?” Big Blue - whose name was actually Ad’tuan, but didn’t seem to mind the nickname - spoke up from where he sat at the table next to Sandra. His hulking form even more at odds in the human-sized chair, compared to Tai’dqei.

“Blooding?” Rayelle inclined her head to Big Blue, raising her eyebrows.

“They are traditional yautja rituals. There are different bloodings for different events. Most common is the passage into adulthood, which some yautja cultures require a hunt for.” Ad’tuan explained, his voice deep and resonant and his tone pragmatic. “A group of yautja will hunt a kiande amedha, a formidable beast. Upon killing it, the acidic blood is used to mark the new adult.”

“There are other rituals though. It often requires something to cause a scar and a particular symbol, pending on the meaning.” Ah’ke further explained as she shrugged her shoulders. Turning to Tai’dqei, she added, “You could use the acid of the tsai’tse flower. It is strong enough to mark humans, but easy for them to heal from.”

Apparently, this was a common enough occurrence for Ah’ke to know that detail, Rayelle realized.

“And you could mark him, in return!” Sandra flashed a smile to Rayelle, clapping her hands together as if it was one of those exciting revelations.

“Like couple's tattoos?” Rayelle’s nose scrunched at the thought, but she turned a questioning look up at Tai’dqei, trying to gauge his interest. “What symbol would we even use?”

She was sure there were plenty of Earth or yautja symbols to choose from. But it felt unbalanced to choose a mark that was particular to her people or his.

“It does not have to be a symbol.” Tai’dqei spoke slowly, still piecing together his own feelings on the option. Whether Rayelle wanted such a mark was her choice. Not wishing to admit it, he had considered blooding rituals in the hour it took to gather everyone. There was only one thing he wanted, one place he wanted it.

His hand rose to his chest, fingers pressing lightly over his heart. A little quieter than he intended, he admitted, “I would like your handprint here.”

Before Rayelle could even open her mouth to argue, he continued, “I can cover your hand with my blood - that should neutralize the tsai’tse acid against your skin - so you may mark me without getting hurt.”

“But why my handprint?” Rayelle’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to imagine the large swath of her own skin stained with his handprint. It would not be subtle. Was that what Tai’dqei wanted for her, in exchange for her hand on him?

“Even after you go back to your time, I want… I want…” He looked away, the words crackling and trailing off. Though unable to meet anyone’s eye, his hand motioned to his chest, fingers curling against the very spot he mentioned earlier.

The motion reminded Rayelle of holding hands, sending a new swirl of painful emotion through her. She inhaled deeply, swallowing down the tears as she grabbed for his arm. When he did turn to look at her again, she offered him an encouraging smile. “Okay, that’s what we’ll do.”

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One day. Twenty-four hours. That was all Rayelle allowed herself. Too much longer and she risked never leaving Tai’dqei.

Together, they got their corresponding marks and Ah’ke shortened the recovery time with an extra strength med-spray.

Tai’dqei now sported her handprint - a pale yellow scar - over his heart, as he wanted. She had already caught him touching it while quietly staring off into space. It made the cracks in Rayelle’s heart deepen every time. Instead of dwelling on it, she would just kiss him or snuggle closer or distract him with something to do.

He appreciated her attempts. Their last cycle of shared smiles and quiet words and lingering touches. But Tai’dqei’s thoughts always swung back to how temporary, how fleeting, their time together had been. The thought always sent an ache through him, but there was nothing he could do.

Soon enough, she was going to be gone. Wishful thinking clung to past precedent, hoping that would be a lie. They had already parted when he dropped her off at the resort and, yesterday, he had been sure she’d leave as soon as she was told the news.

Though he greatly enjoyed her presence, part of him almost wished she had left. Lingering in this state was tortuous. As the time came for Rayelle to go home, he could feel the necessary emotional wedge between them growing.

Unable to get his handprint over her heart, due to the sheer size difference, Rayelle settled for something else. Five lines, his claw tips, splayed apart and drawn together at a point above her heart. It wasn’t until she was walking back into the temporary TAC set-up that she understood why Tai’dqei had been touching his chest so often.

Ah’ke hadn’t managed to heal the marks entirely. The area was still tender. Pressing on it sent a slight hint of pain through Rayelle’s skin, enough to distract her from the misery building in her chest.

Once she and Tai’dqei made it through the doors of the makeshift office, things seemed to speed by. They guided the two of them from the office to another part of the building, a kitchen that had been modified into a science lab with a portable time doorway set up. It honestly looked rather unimpressive, Rayelle thought. An empty rectangle of a doorway displayed on a platform, made of metal, hooked up to a litany of boxy power supplies and computers.

From what Rayelle had gathered, from listening to the time traveling authorities, they had already input data for her landing point: The exact day and place she was abducted from.No one would even know she had been gone. The TAC authorities even found replicas of the clothes she wore that day.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Months had passed since she last was on Earth, last saw her kids. But it was probably easier to go back right then, than deal with the media circus of a disappearance.

Once she was changed into the new clothes, her hair trimmed to roughly the same length as when she left Earth, there was nothing else left. Something in Tai’dqei twinged, realizing how subtly different she appeared, how much time had passed for her between being stolen from Earth and his appearance in her life.

Electricity hummed as lights flickered around the doorway. There was a sizzle as the ‘jamb’ of the door buzzed to life with light, a soft droning echoing from it. People around her yelled out statuses, affirmations, negations. Rayelle didn’t hear much of it. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the bright rectangle of light, heart pounding.

A shift beside her brought her gaze to her longtime companion. He, too, stared at the door. She couldn’t begin to inspect Tai’dqei’s expression too closely. Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

She did reach out, squeezed his arm, gaining his attention. Tai’dqei’s expression shifted, giving that yautja version of a smile as his mandibles pulled up, his hand moving to cover hers. When he leaned down, touching his closed mandibles to her cheek like a chaste kiss, something in Rayelle heated and bloomed. Leaning into him, her eyes fluttered closed, committing the moment, the sensations, to memory. As she had a million times over already.

“Alright, it’s ready when you are!” The shout of the TAC technician broke through their quiet moment.

Rayelle pulled away from Tai’dqei, his hand lingering on hers until she was out of reach. She forced herself toward the doorway, the echoes of her footfalls on the metal rattling inside her. Heat radiated from the doorway, leaking into the relatively colder lab.

On the platform, she looked back. Tai’dqei had been ushered farther away from the door, like many others in the room. He seemed to be sternly listening as one of the other aliens spoke to him, moving their hands animatedly.

This was going to be the last time she saw him. A sudden surge overwhelmed her and she couldn’t stop herself. “Tai’dqei!”

He straightened instantly, turning to face her as his name left her lips. He wanted to make it clear he was listening, that he was paying attention. His yellow eyes met hers. As she backed toward the door, a smile split across her lips despite the tears actively falling down her cheeks. The buzz of the machinations seemed to drown away as she yelled, “I love you!”

Then the light flashed bright, blinding him though he made no move to back away. Looking to the spot Rayelle had last been, he found emptiness in her place. Much like the hollow spot growing in his chest. His hands clenched tight, until his claws dug into his palms and prickled through his skin, causing drops of blood to ooze out. A torrent of emotions swarmed him.

Around him, the technicians busied themselves with shutting down the doorway. Each in their old workplace world of numbers and readings and settings. They didn’t give the yautja in their midsts another thought.

Numbly, Tai’dqei brought his hands in front of him, staring at his bleeding palms. Anger and despair roiled through him. He didn’t even have the chance, despite the drawn out time, to tell Rayelle he loved her before she was gone.

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The world whorled around Rayelle in a sea of colors and lines and speed. Her brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening around her, trying to latch onto anything. Brief snippets and sounds of events flashed and echoed around her. Some of it in English, some of it in an entirely different - though recognizable - language. Occasionally, a scent wafted through her nose, familiar and unfamiliar and coating the back of her tongue. Through the chaos, she couldn’t make heads or tails of anything thought.

Just as quick as the light, the sounds, the tastes had descended on her, it all lifted with a deafening boom. An unrelenting keening flatlined in her ears, until it faded. Blinking her eyes rapidly, Rayelle tried to make sense of the world around her, desperate to gain her bearings.

It was night, she realized with a start. Darkness swathed the area, save for a few street lights in the restaurant parking lot. Cicadas and crickets sang a noisome chorus around her. She was kneeling by her car, her door still open and her purse not far off.

Apparently, no one had noticed her abduction. Bitterness weighed against sensibility, deciding whether that was just human nature or if the Temporal Authorities had something to do with that. After all, the less alarm around her disappearance, the less of a historical wave it made, didn’t it?

Standing, Rayelle battled the sense of surreality.

She was back on Earth, back in her time. Back home. It didn’t feel like home, though. Her hand pressed to her chest - over her heart, over Tai’dqei’s mark - and she swallowed heavily. She couldn’t help but feel her home was somewhere else in the future.

That didn’t matter, she told herself, steeling herself against an onslaught of sudden emotions. Numbly, she grabbed her purse from where it had fallen - been thrown, she reminded herself - and climbed into her car.

It took her a few moments and a few deep breaths before she managed to jam her keys into the ignition and pull out of the parking lot. On auto-pilot, she made her way back to her house, to her children.

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The first few days back were eventful. Evan, in his miserable attempt to seem conscientious, called the cops on Rayelle’s home for a wellness check. Gratifyingly, the officers seemed annoyed, especially once she explained the caller was her ex and they were in the process of a divorce. Seeing the shock and rage and confusion mingling on Evan’s face, when she next met him, was also gratifying.

Not enough to make giving up Tai’dqei worth it, but it eased the ache.

Then the following months passed, both a slog and at great speed. People around Rayelle noticed she was acting differently. A few even said she looked different, sounded different, acted different. For the most part, she didn’t agree with them, but she did have a new fire burning in her.

She was determined to give Evan absolute hell during court proceedings, the loss of Tai’dqei driving her to be ruthless. And she did give the damned man hell. Despite the dirty punches he pulled and the attempts to get a less progressive judge.

In the end, Rayelle was awarded full custody and hefty child support. Though she did have to allow Evan visitation every other weekend, to facilitate bonding between father and children. Elliot never wanted to go, but he did for Skylar’s safety. There had been plenty of discussions between Rayelle and her kids concerning self-defense and what major incidents to look out for, what to tell her.

Doing all that they could, they eventually fell into a comfortable routine.

And everything was good. Well, as good as it was in the daily grind. Elliot wore a tux, instead of a dress, to prom and, gradually, he became more confident in presenting as a boy. Skylar still shifted between various genders, some days preferring ‘he’ other days ‘she.’ The only consistent thing for them was ‘they’ and their love of technology and games.

There were still struggles, still those difficult days. On the whole,Rayelle didn’t regret her choice. She’d find herself sitting with her kids, in the living room or the kitchen or in the car. Listening to their trials and tribulations and delights. Something twinged in her, imagining missing out on these moments.

On occasion, she would find her hand drifting to her heart, running her fingertips over the scar beneath her shirt. The raised edges of the scar tissue was a solid reminder that it had happened. It wasn’t just a delusion or daydream. No matter how much time passed, no matter how foggy the memories became.

She would remember Tai’dqei - be enormously thankful for what they had - until the day she died.

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rotten-carcass · 1 year

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@bontimjim motivated me to finally get my booty back on here and so i decieded to redesign Pluto and fix my ocs timeline/story

#Yautja x human #predator x reader #yautja x oc #yautja x reader #Avp #Alien vs Predator #Oc #Pluto #My art #oc redesign #I had to give her a buzz cut and a head tattoo #I Love her even more now

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ayautjaslover · 7 months

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Yautja Finds Their S/O making a weapon from a rock they found pretty.

(This was inspired by a YouTube short I came across of a man making a spear tip out of blue glass)

Sitting on the soft pelts your oh so loving mate gave you, you continued chipping away at the large hunk of amethyst your darling had found on a hunt. Looking at the pretty rock you thought, what better way to commemorate the hunt and gift than by making your lover a weapon out of it? Knowing how much they love testing out new armour and equipment you were more than happy to sit and make them a new one. Continuing your intentional chipping at the outline you marked on the precious stone you hear a strong knock on the large metal door beside you. "Come in!" You chirped happily knowing exactly who it is. Before you could finish the door opened and walked through your mate. Curiously looking down on your little project they clicked their mandibles. "What is this my little ooman?" They speak their voice deep and tone curious. Looking away from your project and turning your attention towards them you explain that you're making a new blade for them. "I know that you've been keeping an eye out for a new one so I thought I'd make you one out of this." You pause for a moment holding it up to the sunlight that's peeking its way through the blinds. "Look at the way it gleams In the sun, it's so pretty!" You gush. Still holding it up you notice your mate clasping their fingers around the unfinished blade, closely studying it with a look of pure pride on their face. "Do you like it? The right side still needs to be shaped but it's very sh-." Cutting you off your mate placed the blade down on your work bench before enclosing you in their big burly arms and burying their face into your neck. Mandibles clicking, chirping and speaking in what you assume to be their mother tongue. Loosening their grip on you and coming up to look at you clearly they give you the most adoring look ever. "Love it, I will honour this gift by only using it on my next hunt. I am so very proud of you ooman."

Nothing to long for my first post, I thought I'd keep it short and sweet. I absolutely adore the idea of making your yautja a weapon out of something they gifted you 😭.

(Also feel free to send in any requests!!)

This gif is so silly.

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reiketsunomizunomegami · 2 years

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My New Ship!! Jana Diamond x (Predator) Ya'jaur

Ya'jaur was clan leader of Yautja Prime he may be very intimidating outside but inside he's a very sweet for a yautja

He's my first male oc that I simp for my oc Jana Diamond💙💙

#Predator #Predator x reader #Predator x oc #Yautja #Yautja x oc #Oc Ya'jaur #Oc Jana Diamond #Ya'jaur x Jana Diamond #Oc x Oc #Reiketsunomizunomegami blog #Reiketsunomizunomegami art #Reiketsunomizunomegami

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thotja · 1 year

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Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Alien vs Predator (2004), Aliens vs Predators Series - Various Authors, Predator Original Series (1987-1990), Alien Series, Predator Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Xenomorph Characters (Alien Series)/Yautja (Predator), Kitty/Blade Characters: Kitty (OC), Blade (OC), Yautja (Predator), Xenomorph Characters (Alien Series) Additional Tags: Transgender, Yautja (Predator) - Freeform, Xenomorphs (Alien Series), Yautja culture, Worldbuilding, Soulmates, crazy gay sex, Interspecies Relationship(s), Original Character(s) Summary: To think it all starts here, on Bouvetoya, in the pyramid... A young yautja goes into his First Hunt and finds his soulmate in what should have been his mortal enemy. This is their story of their unfurling love, right from the start.

My origin story of Kitty and Blade is now complete: all 16 main chapters and the epilogue are live! It’s a story of love and growing into adulthood (but older than the usual teenage ‘coming of age’ narratives), and learning about the beauty of the world around us.

#yautja #predator #yautja x xenomorph #yautja x oc #im an environmentalist / biologist so my stories spin that way too #and also a gender faggot freak who loves to have crazy gay sex so there's that too <3

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bloopinggenius · 8 months

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☆𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝☆| Yautja x 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | M/M/M/M/M x Reader

Chapter 𝐈 | Chapter 𝐈𝐈

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs**ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ,ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ,ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ,ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʀᴀᴄɪᴀʟ sʟᴜʀs

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Love was an emotion that Ryia hadn't experienced. She thought that she had from her friends at school, but from what she gathered on the internet and other people, it wasn't. She hadn't felt that sense of warmth through her body when she thought of her friends and she sure didn't from her parents. Her relationship with them was something she would never pray upon her biggest enemy.

When you think of parents, you think of the people who love you, who would protect you in the most dire of situations, sometimes even lay their life down for you but not for Ryia. At the tender age of four, her drug-addict of a mom had burnt her tiny body with scalding hot water almost every three days. It was a hiding game for Ryia. She would be in hiding until she got hungry then proceed to the kitchen to get something to eat, only to not make it out in time where her, already high, mother would find her and beat her. Her father was an absent father. He left the family when Ryia was 2. Now him and his new family are living the high life. Almost every month, they were travelling. Ryia always wondered if that's the reason why her mom abused her. Maybe her mother wanted to travel the world and live the lavish life. But she also couldn't understand why she was being abused. The urge to know the reason of her miserable lifestyle was greater than anything. Sometimes she thought that she was the reason that her mother's dream was hindered. Ryia learnt to look after herself from then on. She went to school with such eagerness, knowing that one day she'd graduate and leave home.

And she did.

Come gradution day and she had graduated and was off to uni on a scholarship. Heaven knows she worked her ass off to become the doctor she was. Even through this, she still helped her mother when she was diagnosed with lung cancer until she passed. Ryia didn't feel anything for the woman, heck she didn't even prepare a funeral. She simply sent her aunt an email regarding her mother's passing and left them to do the rest.

From then on, Ryia mingled around with people who treated like she was the scum of the earth and even had one of her exes call her racial slurs when the relationship ended.

However Ryia was numb to all her bad luck. She never smiled and rarely laughed. Sometimes, looking at her reflection after taking a warm shower, it looked like she was looking through herself, an empty shell with the remnants of it's contents a ghostly appearance. Even with all the money she had, she wasn't happy.

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Her life was like this until 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 day. The day she met 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.

It was a chilly night, Ryia reading a book in the quiet of her bedroom. She had been reading Romeo and Juliet. The story not really interesting her. She was just trying to get a feel of their love; trying to gauge what it's like to be in love. She wasn't dumb. She knew lovers never fell this fast in love; she simply was trying to understand 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.

She was so focused in reading her book. So intrigued at the way Shakespeare interpreted love. But nothing could have taken all of her focus to the point that she didn't hear the rumble of an engine outside her house. An engine? Why would there be an engine outside at this time? It was very late into the night, the moonlight stretching itself across her room creating a soft halo around her. She was incredibly startled. Confused and wary, she walked up to window to inspect her backyard. Her chocolate brown eyes scoped the area to find nothing.

Nothing in sight. As she turned to leave, she spotted something. The smallest thing ever, she wasn't even sure she would have seen it, but she did. Under the shadows of the tall trees that surrounded her backyard, she spotted wavy air.

Wavy air. Like the skeptic she is, she blinked, several times but the image never left her sight. She was scared. What could have been going on in her backyard at this time. But with the smallest, ant size of bravery, she decided to go check it out. She hoped that with her knowledge of black people dying first in movies, this wouldn't be that scenario. Walking downstairs was hilarious to her. She didn't crack a smile, no, but she did think that whatever she was doing in that moment was the exact thing the killed the dumbest people in movie.

'But this is real life', she thought. Just to protect herself though, she turned on the living room and kitchen lights. You never know what's lurking in the dark. Ryia walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet above her stove. She got out a flashlight, the thickest skillet she could find, you know just in case and a large pocket knife. You never know where danger lurks.

After acquiring her items, Ryia cautiously walked out the back door to her backyard. The soft rumbling of the engine had stopped so she turned on the flashlight and walked in the direction that she saw the mysterious 'wavy air'. As she walked closer, flashlight helping with her vision, she noticed the waviness got taller and wider. The more she looked, the more she noticed that something was concealed there but she didn't want to admit it to herself. 'It couldn't be invisible, could it?', her thoughts questioning what she saw. All around her she could her a soft trilling sound. The rapid clicks reminding her of a woodpecker. As she reached out in front of her to feel the mystery object, she felt herself being pushed to the ground at breakneck speed; all her safety objects being thrown out of her hands. Everything was muddled for a second. It took a minute to recover and when she held herself up on her elbows, she looked around frantically. Wondering what the hell was going on, she grabbed the closet thing to her which was her flashlight and searched her backyard.

Ryia got up slowly, sitting on her legs before quickly crawling towards her things so she could return home. Whatever the hell was going on she was leaving it to God and running for her life. After getting back up, she turned towards her house ready to run, only to see the same waviness in front of her. Looking to her left she saw the same one still concealed under the trees. What could possibly be in front of her?

She heard the clicking again only this time it felt like it was two steps in front of her. Her head turned towards the sound slowly and what she saw made her drop her items once again. What was once air, was now something that could only exist in horror movies. In front of her, she saw a massive eight-foot tall humanoid creature. It had a huge crest at the top of it's forehead, two golden deepset eyes, no nose but four crab-like fingers on it's mandible. This creature was fucking huge. It's skin was a chestnut brown with black spotting. It looked like all it ever did was workout it's whole life with it's jacked body. It's taut muscles a canvas with the moonlight enhancing the dips of the muscles on it's torso. It wore silver armor, the most pristine she had ever seen. Nothing seemed off about this alien and she was so close to passing the fuck out.

What she didn't expect was to see four more appear behind the brown one. Each with their own bulky bodies made to perfection. At this point, she knew she was a goner. Each creature was around the same height. At the sight of them, she took a step back. At that moment her life literally flashed before her eyes. It wasn't like her life was special anyway. She knew what she was about to do was stupid but she did it anyway. Or attempted to. She turned on her heels and got two steps away before she was grabbed by her arm and thrown towards the other four. Her body slammed into the floor but it wasn't enough to injure her terribly. Her black curls were a mess around her face and her vision was blurry. She saw the tanned creature walk towards her and that was the last thing she saw.

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Ra'kar was the leader of his ship. His ship consisted of himself and four other yautja, all of which are his family. He was nine-hundred and sixty five. Culturally, he was an Elder.

His members were made up of his blood brother, Va'tha and three cousins, T'edqah, Vikap and An'tui. They were currently on a hunt. A forest was their destination but their engine became faulty so they had an emergency stop. Where they wanted to land had looked to be some sort of land near a lake but it happened to belong to a human. They hadn't known that the land was occupied so imagine their surprise when the tiny human emerged from her home in scared curiousity.

Her black locks framed her face and fell down her back in soft curls while she used the light-emitting device to help with her vision. She wasn't small by human standards looking to be atleast 5'11. She was curvy but fit and soft looking. One thing was odd though. Her skin was covered in darker patches and scars howerer that didn't take away from her beauty. Her black skin glowed in the soft glow of the moonlight. She cautiously approached the ship but Vikap being the rebel he is, knocked her to ground. She was frantic for sure, his bio-mask showing her vitals escalating. The five of them jumped down from the trees with such gracefulness, walking towards the fallen human.

Ra'kar was ahead of them, only a few steps away from her and grabbed her before she could escape throwing her towards the others. He didn't mean to throw her hard judging by the way she passed out by their feet. They were all confused at how fragile she was.

An'tui was the youngest and was quiet; very rarely socialising with others. "I think you went a little overboard brother", the burgundy-coloured yautja said.

"What should we do with her?" Va'tha spoke up. The dark green yautja was seven-hundred and forty. Being the brother of an Elder had it's perks as he was a seasoned hunter with many trophies adorning his chamber. He had many strong pups and many more to come with all the females constantly flirting with him. It was uncommon however for pups to be so close like he was with Ra'kar. And he also had a secret; one that could get him outcast. It was wrong and considered unworthy for a yautja to mate or be in a relationship with a human. His hidden desire for humans was buried deep within him years ago but the mere sight of this human had his emotions swirling once again. But he could and would be able to handle his emotions.

"We could just leave her here and continue our journey." Vikap snarled out, glaring at the passed out human.

T'edqah, being the medic that he is, gently picked her up, " Let us take her back to the ship. I must examine her for any injuries as i'm assuming that your intentions were not to hurt her?" With a sigh, Ra'kar agreed and soon after they were on their way.

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Hey guys!!👋 Trying something new. I would really love to make this a series so comment down below and let me know if you guys love this and if I should continue.

Sweet love and Peace✌

#yautja #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja x oc #yautja x you #predator #predator x reader #predator x human #predator x you #i love these two #romance #black women #black woman

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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Instinct

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN Reader

Word Count: 1978

Summary: Like any other day, it's training day. You start in the early morning before the sweltering heat gets too much for you feeble body. This was like the other days: failing to pin the Yautja. So Gawtin gives you some motivation to help you.

Author Note: I love her so much. I want to write some more lesbian stuff but also work on a different first. Gotta get my life into shape first if I'm going to do anything.

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All the air within your lungs was forced out, harshly. A bo-staff shoved into your chest. You were unable to do anything, still in shock at what happened and trying to regain the lost oxygen. Someone above you said something at you, the alien language lost to you. All you could do was stare dazed up at the sky.

A large shadow passed over you, blocking out the harsh Yautja Prime sun. The bo-staff no longer was pressed into your skin. Green flashed in your vision, a hand coming down patting your cheek. You made a noise of complaint and pushed it away. “Ooman, up. We are not done,” a familiar voice stated and patted you again.

The headache growing wasn’t helped with her actions. You grasped her wrist and pulled with what strength you had at that moment. Gawtin did not move a single centimeter. One of her brows quirked up. A silent ‘really’ passing from her. You huffed before sitting up, back of your hand swiping away at the sweat building on your forehead.

Gawtin watched as you did, standing tall to the side with the wooden bo-staff in her large hands. Over the course of the day, you’ve improved with little breaks in between. The air was different compared to your planet but your body has adapted well to it after two years. In general, you’ve adapted well to the environment, including your Yautja mate.

Said being rested a hand on your shoulder after you got back to feet. “Breath and take a break. We’ll resume shortly,” she said with a calm voice and stepped over to where you had a water hide. One she created for you. Gawtin picked it up and offered it you.

There was a gentle smile on your features as you stepped out of the sunlight. Your skin already turning pink in the short time within it. Gawtin didn’t mean to force you out into the light. A soothing bath will be required after this. You were doing so good for her. “Thank you, love.” You took the bag from her and poured fresh, lukewarm water into your mouth. One thing you would have to complain, no ice or cool drink safe for you. Again, you’ve adapted though. You swallowed greedily at the pouch before setting it down back in its place.

Your Yautja chuffed and stepped into your personal space. You took a chance and leaned into her overly warm body. It was uncomfortably hot but you didn’t care. That’s what happens when you loved someone. Her hand came up to rest on the top of your head. “You are doing great, artful one. You are learning well to wield something bigger than a pencil,” she teased. You used the back of your hand to smack at you stomach.

“You didn’t say that when I used the strap-on on you, love,” you returned fire, hiding your face from embarrassment. “I feel like I wielded that well.”

Her body tensed against yours, claws biting into your scalp. “There are children present,” she mutter as she bent down so her mouth was close to your ear.

Off to the side, Qui’oky sat playing with a couple of wooden toys. He was completely oblivious to what his mother and mate were doing. “You didn’t care about that two nights ago,” you jester again. At this point, you were digging your own grave deeper and deeper. But oh well. If it’s her that kills you, then it shall be.

A snarl rolled throughout her entire body, sending vibrations to yours. Uh oh. You’re in it now. She let her free arm slither around your waist and pulled you to her body. You giggled though and was able to pull away from her. “Come on, lover. We aren’t done yet.” Teasing Gawtin was always fun. Sometimes, it would surprise her enough that she doesn’t know what to do in reaction. Such a strong, sturdy, immoveable creature… until it came to you. You’re hers.

You stepped back into the invisible ring, a twinkle in your eyes. The Yautja watched you closely; your hips swaying. Then, you bent over and swiped the shorter bo-staff off of the ground. Yet, you were slow to rise. Gawtin tensed her jaw before marching over to the ring. This whole day, you’ve been testing her, winding her up. A bow string can only take so much.

Paya, the way you moved as her purple eyes watched with rapture… She felt young again. The new blood rushing through her veins, ready to pounce on you. Her years though have taught patience. She’ll get her chance. All she has to do was wait.

As the two of you stood across from each other in the ring, you attempted to show off. The wooden bo-staff twirled amateurly within your grasp. One late hand movement caused the weapon to leave your grasp. Fuck! You were swift to snatch it back but heavy footfalls had your head snapping up.

All in her goddess, five-hundred pound glory was Gawtin sprinting at you. The ring wasn’t big since it had trees growing within to block out the raging sun. You yelped and brough up the bo-staff. Any later, you would’ve been pinned to the ground like prey.

Gawtin’s wooden weapon bashed into yours with half of her strength. Yet, it was enough to make your muscles ache the moment it happened. Your bones jarred in their places as you struggled to hold her back. The weapon was starting to bend, causing spikes of fear to race through you. You and your big mouth!

This was sparring, of course. The love of your life wasn’t going to seriously injure you. That doesn’t mean she won’t push you past your limits, something she liked to test with consent.

The bo-staff’s pressure was pulled off. You weren’t safe though. It curved edge whistled through the air as it came straight for you. There wasn’t enough time.

It smashed into your open side. You gasped at the sudden pain yet clenched your teeth, not doubling over. Gawtin has taught you it’s okay to be in pain but don’t let it stop you. Push past it. Your own stick was finally brought up to deflect one of hers. But, it was like she could read your mind.

Her leg stuck out and swiped out your own from underneath you. Same position. The breath knocked out of you. Bo-staff poking into your upper torso as Gawtin stared down at you. A new, serious look in her eyes. “What have I told you about listening to your gut more? It is smart. Do it,” she demanded then let the staff’s end rest by her feet.

You’re allowed to get back to your feet in a timely manner. Once you do, you sighed and rolled your shoulders. Your hand rubbed at the back of your head. A possible bump was probably going to rise later in the day. You used a foot roll your staff back and picked it up. You stared down at the weapon in hand before curling your fingers around it. Listen to your instincts. If Gawtin believes in you, then that means you can do it.

A deep breath filled your lungs before releasing it, gaze now set on the tall Yautja. She returned with the same look, a fire within them. You lowered yourself into a fighting position. Gawtin did the same. But, you didn’t let her strike first. That would be giving her power, the advantage. The last thing you wanted to do. Like she’s told you time and time again, use her size and weight against her. Come on, you can do this!

The staff in hand whooshed through the air, aimed for the tender spot of her ribs. Gawtin raised an eyebrow as she used the palm of her hand to stop it from touching its designation. Aw shit, here we go again. You tried pull it back from Gawtin put she just twisted it and it was hers. She discarded it to the side.

Your eyes were scanning the surrounding area for anything useful. Only thing nearby was Qui’oky. The little guy wasn’t going to help you. He’s a momma boys. You gritted your teeth and dodged out of the way of her weapon. It bounced against the dirt ground next to you. Miss.

This continued. You kept close, limiting her reach with the weapon, and played defense. This was pointless without a staff. There was no way to tire her out. Years upon years upon years have built up her stamina. That’s why she’s your goddess. So your next plan was to dance around her to grasp your fallen weapon.

From every time you’ve seen her spar, only a two have you seen her truly fight, this was beyond easy mode. Thankfully so. You would be getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter by a professional butler. How could you be so bad at this?! “Don’t think, ooman! Move. Let your body fight for you,” Gawtin demanded and brought down her staff, knocking it against your exposed side. “Arms down. Protect your side.”

A yelp escaped you at this, elbows immediately coming down as she tried to jab you there again. This time, you caught the weapon and jerked it in your direction. The Yautja was surprised at your sudden offence and stumbled a step forward. Just enough for you use a leg to swipe her unsteady limbs from underneath her.

Pain flared up your leg the moment after at how much strength it took to take her down. The ground underneath you trembled lightly as her back slammed into it. You were quick to hop on top of her and used her own weapon to hold against her throat. Both legs on each side of her expansive chest, yet your knees weren’t touching the ground.

Your shoulders rose and fell heavily as you stared deep into her eyes. A rumbling purr starting in her chest. Some days you wished she had lips that you could press yours against.

One moment, you were on top… The next, all the air in your lungs was pushed out. A hand wrapped securely around your throat as a great weight held you down. Your jaw hung down as you tried to gasp but your body was too much in shock to even breath. Both arms pinned simply in one hand above your head. Your legs were pressed into your chest as the Yautja’s face hung close to yours. Gawtin stared down at you, an upper mandible raised.

Her slithery tongue licked a stripe along your cheek. She rolled her lower body, gaining a moan that you were quick to shut down. Your eyes wide at the realization on what you had just did and what had happened. You couldn’t believe how aroused you were in this moment after pinning her down then the tides being turned around on you.

Another thought hit you that had embarrassment rolling through you. “There’s a child present!” you whispered at her, eye softly closely. The Yautja kept gently rolling her hips against yours. A glint appeared in Gawtin’s eyes.

Gawtin leaned back down and licked from the back of your ear and along the edged of your jawline. “You were not concerned earlier.” You gasped at both the feeling and her words.

The human was too stunned to speak. Gawtin chuckled lowly before standing up. You couldn’t move, too afraid you couldn’t even stand. She raised a brow as you before offering a single hand. More than enough to pull you back to your feet. “Come on, artful one. If you can pin me by dusk, you make get your wish to taste me.” That gave you the energy to rise swiftly to your feet. One she smirked at.

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