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brewed-addiction · 16 days ago

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Hey 👋

So this is my first time requesting something, so i hope its clear with what i mean.

I love your Vic and Uie storys so much, and while reading i got a idea

So we all know vic is a little 'rougher around the edges' if i can call it that. So the reader (GN or more female oriented reader) and him had some kind of like a argument/disagreement on something and it kinda got out of hand. Now we know he would never hurt us, but reader just kind of got scared of him. Like not screaming and running away, but more the staying quiet and trying to leave the situation kind of scared. So for awhile they stick to Uihoy for comfort. But they make up in the end

So its Angst to Fluff

(Im kinda using myself in this situation cause i think a upset yautja is scary, and i dont like being yelled at)

I hope its not to difficult to write or understand

Hope you have a great Day or Night

Thanks :)

Never Cower From Me

Pairing: Vic'tao (male yautja) x GH!Reader x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Word Count: 1940

Summary: Life in the space was much different to live in one place, on one planet. You've learned to adapt with your mates at your sides to guide you. On a random, backwater planet, you are doing one of your chores: collecting water. The water pump had given out some time ago forcing you to collect it by hand. While carrying the jugs back to into the ship, you trip on something so easily avoidable if picked up. You go to confront Vic'tao about it only to be met with a reason Yautjas are the most dangerous aliens in the universe.

Author Note: This kinda broke my heart but it makes a lot of sense too! I always wish the best for my characters. Uihoy would throw down to if Vic ever hurt (not that he would). Even if by accident. Thank you for the ask!

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After a few of the jugs are full of water, you lug them onto your back with a grunt and started the short journey back to the ship. The muscles in your legs strained at the this third trip uphill with about fifty or so pounds added to you. This was a common occurrence now since the pump had broken. It wasn’t too terrible of a job plus got to help around your shared home and gain muscle in the process.

On this random planet that had become a good pit stop, the weather was nice and calm. Alien birds and other creatures called out in the jungle, bring life and song to the space. Sweat dripped down your face. Your shirt long tossed off. You’ve gotten over the nervous of showing off too much skin to these guys or anyone in general. In a way, you’ve adapted to how Yautjas lived. Not that you’ll ever be able to fully live like them on worlds like this. Yet, that’s why you had each other. You had skills and talents they didn’t have. All three of you complimented and completed each other.

These are where they are good… And other’s you just want to rip off one of your heads.

Your toe catches on the lip of something. Your entire body goes careening forward with the added weight. A scream leaves your lips along the down. Then, you’re squished between two jugs of water. The sudden weight on your ribs coursing them groan.

In a moment, of shock, you just lie there with an airy groan. The last of the air in your lungs gone. You gasped and refilled your lungs before rolling onto your side. The jug on your back slams into the good as well. All you could do in the moment was relish in the torment and anger of what just happened. Then, you slipped the packs off your shoulders and unsteadily stood up.

Nothing felt… broken. Just sore with a bit of pain each deep breath you took. You glanced back to see what you had tripped on and about blew a gasket.

“Vic’tao!” you screamed his full name at the top of bruised lungs. The ship went silent as if it, too, held its breath at the ass chewing one of your mates was about to receive.

Said yellow Yautja didn’t appear. The hunter became the hunted. You scour the entire ship to find him in the cockpit. Uihoy nowhere to be seen to save his unlucky mate.

You stomped your way into the cockpit, steaming blowing your ears. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to pick up after yourself?! You act like a child that I have to pick up afterwards.” His orange-yellow eyes blazed with fire when you called him a ‘child’.

His shoulders drew up to his upper mandibles, hands curling into his fists. A sharp, sudden growl ripped from his chest. Vic’tao stomped over to you in a threatening display. A display that despite being his mate for two years… scared you. Your heart leapt into your throat and got stuck. Vic’tao towered over you with his 6’10 figure that struck fear in the bravest of soldiers. And you weren’t a solider, you were his mate.

Regret was bitter in your mouth.

“You dare call me a child! I’m no suckling. I’m a pauking hunter,” he roared at you, getting far too close for comfort in a moment like this. You couldn’t help as your body began to shake under his piercing gaze. “And that means I get to do anything I want to. Including putting my footwear wherever I please.”

The yellow Yautja growled deep in his chest as he bent his back and crowded into your personal space. His hot breath washed over your face. There was no words to say. His yelling and too near of presences activated something in your brain, locking you in place. You kept your gaze down on the ground, not daring to meet an angered predator’s eyes.

“There’s never been a problem about it until you come along,” Vic’tao sneered. Oh, that broke something in your heart. You could hear a crack Tears brimmed the edges of your eyes. A mantra of ‘don’t cry’ echoes in your mind. You can’t show weakness in front of a predator.

All you could do was just nod your head and tried to toe your way out of the situation. Vic’tao’s sharp eyes instantly caught the movement. “Now, you’re going to pauking run after daring to call me a suckling.” You flinched, muscles instantly locking up. The first tear falling.

Realization dawned over his features. Guilt swarmed those bright eyes of his. A new stillness, quietness entered the air. You were the first to break it by spinning on your heel and rushing out of the cockpit only to run blindly into a familiar, warm chest.

A blurry, blob of purple stood in front of you. You were quick to wipe away the tears. Uihoy was looking over you, a scary expression on his face. The purple Yautja wrapped his arms around your torso and began to purr. The affects were instant. You melted into his warm body and stopped shaking as bad.

Vic took a breath. “Silence!” Uihoy hissed. Only one word was needed. Your mate scooped you up in his arms and carried you away from the situation. You didn’t even dare to glance over his shoulder. Not with the terrifying reminder of how Vic’tao eyes had darkened with anger.

Your mate carriers you into the comfort and safety of your shared bedroom. Not a word is uttered from either of you. Uihoy sits down in the middle of the concave bed in the floor and settles you in his lap. Your side pressed against his chest. His purring doesn’t stop. It rolls over you and allows the tension coiled in your body start to relax. Your eyes grew heavy the longer he purred. A well known tactic to get you to calm down. And that you needed.

When you wake up the next day, only Uihoy was there. No familiar heat to press against your back> A part of you deflated at that. That yesterday wasn’t a nightmare you conjure up. You sagged against Uihoy. His arms slung over your waist pulled you towards him an extra inch. You snuggled up closer to him and purged yesterday’s memory from your mind. At least, for now.

From then, Vic made himself scarce. The only times you would see him was fleeting moments. Just the hint of his yellow and blue scales before he scampers off to a different part of the ship.

You resumed collecting water only to find the job already completed and the entryway cleared of any shoes or boots. All of them tucked away in the space they were supposed to be. Uihoy also hung around more often than not. Either to scare off Vic’tao or to offer his presences for comfort. You gratefully took it, needing some distance from Vic’tao for the time being.

Because being reminded in such a way that they could cause serious injury so easily was terrifying. You hated that for two different reasons.

At nights, even after departing that planet, Vic’tao wouldn’t step into the bedroom. You didn’t know where he would go. Not that it mattered much. The only comfort you needed was Uihoy’s.

The bulky purple giant would stick close by an even herd you towards places where he had chores to do. In downtime, he would offer his lap to you, which you could never deny. Then, Uihoy would pull up a movie or read or just hold you. Whatever you needed, your mate gave you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Two weeks of this went by. The ship was docked on another planet that was populated by intelligent life. All you saw of Vic’tao was a flash of yellow down the ramp and he was gone from sight. You couldn’t help the small frown that graced your lips. This was starting to hurt your heart.

It wasn’t a trio without your third.

The two of you strolled off of the docked ship, paid the fee, and went off into the bustling city. You’ve never been here before. A whole new language that Uihoy had to resort to his biomask to communicate with the locals. As for yourself, you stuck to Uihoy’s side like glue. Not daring to wander off in this new, unknown place.

At times, it felt like someone was watching you. Yet, when you try to scan the crowds, nothing stuck out. Only a few on lookers who have never seen a human before. It wasn’t just them though.

Your eyes narrowed in response. A huff left your lips. A tug on your hand brought you back to your immediate surroundings. Uihoy’s gaze was on you. Concern and worry flickering in them. You give him a shake of your head to brush it off the situation and let him guide you through the vendor alleyway.

This is one of best times you like being off the ship. You get to window ship and see new things. Though, the crowded streets are annoying and a bit dangerous depending what species is walking around. Some don’t have courtesy to watch out for the small creatures around them.

A few items along the way caught your eye. You didn’t buy them though, thinking it was best not to add more to your collection. So, the two of you continued on, going well into the day. The sun began to set. Both of you decided to head back to the ship and wait for Vic’tao to return if he hasn’t.

What was waiting for you in the entryway of the ship had you gasped.

Every item you had showed even the slightest of interest in was laid out of a blanket on the floor. On the other side was a kneeling Vic’tao. Instantly, you connected the dots of it being him who was watching you the entire time.

The shamed Yautja timidly lifted his head. His blue, grey tresses swayed with the move. The sorrow, the regret, the anguish in his eyes broke your heart even more. He tilted his face back down. His hands toyed with he other in his lap.

Behind you, Uihoy came up and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I-“ Vic’tao swallowed hard. “I want to apologize for my actions, my sweet mate.” He kept his head bowed. “I never meant for my voice to raise at you for any reason. Ever. I can’t take back the horrible things I’ve said. But, I pray to Paya that you can find a way to forgive.” His hands balled into fists to stop them from moving.

Uihoy’s hands were light. They slipped off your shoulders as you took a step forward. You walked around the gifts and stopped at Vic’s side. Your mate timidly raised his head to look at you. A soft smile graced your lips. You kneeled down and cupped his lower mandibles.

Hope blossomed in his golden eyes.

A minute nod was give him. “Yes, love. I forgive. All I ask is to never do that again.” You rubbed your thumb against his mandibles and take a deep breath. “I, too, am sorry for calling you a child. I did not mean it.” You should’ve let those words leave your mouth in the first place. He despised it.

He nodded in your grasp. “Promise.” His upper mandible raised in a smile gesture.

“Promise.”

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brewed-addiction · 20 days ago

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Cellmates by proxy (Yautja x f reader SMUT MDNI)

(You were abducted by an intelligent unknown species who wish to study other forms of intelligent life, due to limited space however you are forced to share a cell with none other than a Yautja. You earn his respect which turns to fondness, which turns to more when your ovulation shifts your hormones.)

Being abducted by aliens was nothing like how they depicted it in the movies, there was no beaming light that pulled you from your bed, no flying saucer that engulfed you, no tiny bug eyed men with grey skin and bulbous heads. You had simply set your alarms, snuggled up under your covers and fallen asleep in your bed as you did every other night. It was routine. What was not routine however, was what greeted you when you finally awoke.

It was the lights that stirred you, so bright that they infiltrated even your closed eyelids. Then the feeling of being without your blanket, you had reached for it still half asleep but of course it wasn’t there, instead your hand brushed against a cold floor. You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling groggy and confused, however the instant realisation that you were clearly not in your room sent a surge of adrenaline into your body bolting you upright.

The room was bright and sterile, you felt your heart stutter in your chest as you attempted to process your surroundings. Where the hell were you? You practically jumped to your feet walking forward to press your hands against what appeared to be a white sealed door, you could see the line in which the two halves met in the middle and attempted to pull it open with your hands. It was a futile attempt, a cheap shot at that.

You could feel your breathing quicken as panic was setting in, and just when you felt this situation couldn’t get any worse, you heard something from behind you. From the back half of the room which for some reason you had neglected to check, erupted what sounded like a low animalistic growl. Shit. That couldn’t be good.

You turned slowly and just as soon as you did, you stumbled backwards, your back hitting the sealed doors. Sat against the wall at the other side of the room was, something, it had a body very similar to a human but with almost reptilian skin, and you could see plenty of it considering all it wore was a loin cloth. As your eyes travelled up, they fell on its face, deep predatory eyes and mandibles which clicked and chittered occasionally under your scrutiny, you could see what appeared to be dreads which dangled down, laying against its shoulders. Across its neck was what appeared to be some kind of metal collar that looked to you like some form of shock collar. Considering its body, you could only assume that it was male, whatever it was.

You felt your chest heaving, could hear the blood pumping in your ears, and feel your legs trembling underneath you. Whatever it was, it stared back at you. You swallowed feeling your mouth go dry, opening your mouth you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you had held before speaking “Where am I?” Was all you managed with your shaking voice. He didn’t respond, he just stared at you.

After about an hour, you had moved to sit on the wall next to the door, too terrified to go near him as he continued to just sit in silence. Finally the door opened and in came your apparent captures, you had never seen anything like them. They looked how you would imagine the offspring of a human and some kind of jellyfish, humanoid bodies with nearly transparent skin, they seemed to absorb the colour of the room as they entered.

They took you that day from your shared cell and into some kind of medical room, they poked and prodded you, weighed you, measured you, took blood from you and inspected you from head to toe, although you were grateful that they never made you remove any clothing. Afterwards, they shoved you into a shower room with a bag full of human toiletries where they allowed you to clean yourself before you were escorted back to your room. Of course, he was there when you returned, his eyes studied your body as if trying to determine just what they had done with you.

This routine continued for the next few days, they took you every single day, studied you for an hour or so, made you wash yourself and then brought you back to your cell. You had stopped resisting by now, you never got your way, they would simply drag you out with rough hands, or you would be convinced by the idea of a warm shower. You hated them with every fibre of your being, but it just wasn’t worth the fight. Never once did they attempt to take your roommate, apparently these beings feared him too. You wondered if they had tried in the past and he had reacted in a way which had earned him the collar, you had never seen him in action but from his stance alone you could guess that it would have ended in blood shed. Perhaps they had bitten off more than they could chew abducting him, you on the other hand were nice and docile. You were no longer scared of him however, you didn’t mind sitting near him now and you finally felt safe enough to sleep around him. Although you could feel his watchful gaze on you constantly, but you reminded yourself that If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it by now. He had still not spoken a word to you of course and you weren’t even sure if he could, but you didn’t mind, it was a comfortable quiet as you tried to adapt to your new reality.

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On the third day they came into your cell around mid day, bringing both yourself and your roommate some food. It wasn’t good food by any means, but it was food nonetheless, they set yours down in front of you before moving towards him. You watched them, they were acting unusual today. They looked almost nervous, exchanging glances between them before moving towards him, and that’s when you saw it. One of them, behind its back, was holding a syringe, a big one. It placed the food down in front of him trying to act as nonchalant as possible, your eyes widened as you saw its grip tighten, its thumb moving to the end of the syringe ready to plunge it into him. You figured they must have been trying to sedate him, so that they could finally study him as they did you.

The collar allowed them to keep his behaviour at bay, but no amount of shocks could convince him to leave that room with them. You didn’t have to intervene, it wouldn’t make any difference to you. But you were cursed with something that none other in the room inherited, humanity. You had come to terms with what they did to you, after all they never did anything too invasive to you. But even you would not want to be completely unconscious around them. And as you saw that disgusting creatures arm twitch, you lurched forward almost involuntarily, your hand wrapping around its rubbery skin. It whipped round to face you, dropping the syringe in the process which rolled across the floor and directly in front of him. His eyes flickered towards it, and then back to you, with that creatures wrist still locked in your hand.

Before you could even speak it brought its other hand up and with its fist gave you a strike right across your face, a hard one at that. You stumbled backwards with a sharp gasp, falling to the floor. You brought your hand to your face feeling blood trickle from your nose, running down your face and to your neck. Before you could even wince at the sight, your cellmate stood, grabbing your attacker by his neck and smashing his head open against the wall. They shocked him with a simple flick of a button, and by the roar he let out, the voltage must have been extremely high. Not that it mattered, that thing was already dead, a crumpled mess on the floor. The others grabbed you by your arms ready drag you out of the room, perhaps to punish you, but he lunged forward startling them enough to let go and scamper out of the room, the braver ones staying only a moment longer to drag out the dead body of their friend with them. You felt his eyes on you as you stayed crouched on the floor, trying to cup your nose, the pain had completely dulled your senses. The whole ordeal had happened so fast, in a matter of seconds, you barely had time to process any of the events that had just unfolded. He came to you slowly, not wanting to frighten you, and took your face between his hands, tears and blood running down it. He helped you wipe off the blood and analysed your injuries, your nose wasn’t broken thankfully but you both knew you would be sore for a while. As he looked into your eyes, you saw something gentle behind them and for the first time, he spoke. “Why?” Was all he asked. You couldn’t believe that this whole time not only could he understand you, but could speak to you. You didn’t dwell on it however. You could taste the blood in your throat, and trying not to spit any out you replied “It was going to hurt you” he just stared at you once again.

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It had been two weeks now in this place, and you and your cellmate had bonded significantly since you had saved him from being drugged and he had finally spoken to you, not long after your incident he had told you his name, T’orak. He never said it out loud, but he felt a great deal of respect for you for defending him, and also a little shameful that he hadn’t noticed the creatures intentions, if he had you would have never had to have intervened, and he could have saved you the pain and blood loss. After that you two slowly began to speak about anything everything, he told you about his species and their customs, his home planet and his “brothers” who he claimed would be on their way for him by now. You spoke of yourself, of course he already knew a lot about humans, but he was always interested in hearing about you. He had also become far more protective of you, your captures were no longer allowed to touch you at all, at least not within your cell. He had killed for you once and he would do it again.

He was starting to grow quite fond of you indeed, and one day when they had taken too much blood from you making you far weaker than you had been, he had held you. Without a word he pulled you sideways into his lap and let you rest, without question or protest you allowed yourself to curl into him and drift off, when they tried to take you the next day he simply gave them a warning growl as you slept against his strong chest. They didn’t challenge him, not after they had witnessed just what he could do. It was funny, his kind always valued strength and courage, however in your vulnerable states he felt increasingly drawn to you, that urge to protect you had festered deep within him. And you had started to enjoy his company more than you would like to admit as well, his protectiveness over you was comforting, and a little alluring.

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On this particular morning when you awoke, you knew something was up with you. You felt warm, even warmer than this room typically made you feel. Your breasts were slightly tender, and on top of everything, your libido was through the roof. You were confused for a moment, trying to wrap your head around what was happening to you. Then you had a thought, you calculated how long you had been here and aligned it to your cycle. This was around the time you should be ovulating. Fuck. The hormonal changes had hit you like a truck out of nowhere, and you could feel it. You tried to ignore it, to force it down, but you could feel it building within you. Sitting around with nothing to occupy you was only making it worse, you needed a distraction, or a remedy. It was starting to make you feel uncomfortable how aroused you were slowly becoming. You felt relieved when they came to take you, at least their irritating curiosity with you would distract you, and a shower would surely help? Wrong. The hot shower on your skin only made you feel worse, so much worse.

When you returned to your shared room you had sat slightly further away than you usually did, a little embarrassed by your own primal feelings. Especially around a male, a male outside your own species no less. He watched as you fidgeted, trying to get comfortable, his lingering eyes certainly offered you no relief. “You are restless today” he began, his voice snapping you from your thoughts. “Did they hurt you again?” There was something to his tone, a glint to his eye that told you that if you said yes, collar or not, severely outnumbered or not, he would rip out as many throats as he could before he fell.

You shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek slightly. “Do not lie to me little ooman, you are clearly distressed, did they do something?” You just shook your head again, I mean how could you tell the dangerous alien that you shared a room with that you were overrun with hormones that were turning you on. However, he was clearly not satisfied with your answer as he stood, moving towards you. You backed yourself further into the wall, “I’m fine I swear, they didn’t do anything-“ you were cut off when he crouched down grabbing one of your wrists. Subconsciously you pressed your legs together, he noticed, his eyes studied you for a moment before you saw them fill with rage. “Did. they. touch. you” he asked motioning to your thighs pressing together. “what? No? NO they- they didn’t do anything I swear” you replied after realising what he was insinuating. He still wasn’t satisfied, wrapping his large hands around your calves he gave you a tug towards him, and then he began throughly inspecting you. Checking your body for marks, bruises, anything that would explain your discomfort.

The entire time you continued to struggle against his grip, attempting to swat his searching hands away. You wriggled so much that you ended up flat on your back on the floor with him practically on top of you. Unsurprisingly, this little game of his was not helping your condition, now frustrated, he decided to just pin your wrists on either side of your head, leaning down to look at you. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or-“ he cut himself off with an inhale, and then another one. Oh god, could he scent you?

You tried squirming harder, he removed his hands from your wrists and used them to pin your hips stopping you from moving. “Your pheromones smell different” you didn’t say anything, but continued to try to struggle away from his grip. He pinned you harder now. “You are….in heat?” You could hear your heart drumming in your ears, but there was no use lying to him, he knew. “No! Well…kind of? I’m just ovulating, I’m fine” He let out a sound you hadn’t heard from him before, a deep rumble, almost like a purr. “I see, and this is causing your discomfort, you are wanting” you would have denied it, but it wasn’t a question, and it also would have been a lie. God this was embarrassing. “It’s nothing, really, it will pass” he studied your expression for a while “interesting, your kind handles this sensation with much higher composure than the females within my own, they would have demanded my cock by now”

His words stunned you momentarily, forgetting briefly how blunt he was, you didn’t even know what to say and so instead you just continued to look up at him, waiting for him to let you go. Instead however he moved himself further down your body. “Wait- What are you doing?” You asked watching his descent until he parted your thighs, sitting between them. “I can sense your discomfort ooman, your arousal is causing you great frustration, I can help ease it.” You blinked at him for a moment, your lips parted but no words came out. “With your permission of course, if you tell me to stop, I will obey” he said softly, looking at you. You knew you shouldn’t entertain this, you should tell him to stop, but that ache between your legs was only growing with his words, you couldn’t even deny that you wanted it. After a few moments of your silence, he reached to hook his fingers in the band of your pants, pulling them down before reaching up and removing your top at well.

He didn’t shy away from your body, letting his eyes soak up every inch as he spread your legs again. He purred. “Do I have your permission?” You barely even registered what he was saying before you felt yourself nodding, and without another second, he took the underside of your thighs in his large hands, putting your legs on his shoulders and lowered his head to you. He started gingerly licking you, and then once he allowed himself to taste you, he let out a low growl before pressing himself into you, his tongue exploring you skill-fully. You let out a breathy moan as you felt your back arch, your hips pressing yourself into his mouth. He brought his hand up to press on your stomach, holding you still, his other hand on your thigh. “Oh fuck, you’re good at this” you let your fingers intertwine with his dreads, holding him to you. But by how he was lapping you up, you didn’t think you’d even be able to pull him off.

His tongue caressed your clit, before sliding to explore inside of you, he had now moved both of his hands to hold your hips, helping you roll them into him. You could feel his mandibles digging into your thighs, but you didn’t mind, if anything you found it added a delicious pressure to them. He pulled away momentarily to look at you from between your thighs, “when my brothers come for me, I may have to bring you with me, I have grown fond of you little ooman, and now I will crave this sweet pussy every day” you whimpered at his words, and you knew that you would crave him every day. “When we are on my home planet, I will mate you, provide for you, protect you and eventually breed you” and with that he was back down devouring you. You felt your legs begin to shake, and he felt it too. He pulled you impossibly close against his mouth, bringing you closer, the room was filled with your pants, moans and the wet sounds of his tongue against you. With one final roll of his tongue, you felt your muscles tense as your orgasm crashed down on you, your head tilting back and your body arching, he continued to lick at you until you were whimpering and moving away from his mouth.

Before you could even regain your composure you felt him lift your hips again, he had removed his loin cloth and was waiting for your consent once again, you nodded. He began pushing himself in, the stretch was like nothing you had ever felt before, it set your nerves alight and numbed them all at the same time. Once he was half way in, his large hand came to rest next to your head, and you clutched onto his forearm to ground yourself. You panted wildly, partly due to the pain, partly due to the pleasure that was building with each inch he pushed into you. It took a few minutes, but eventually he had managed to push himself completely inside of you. He hooked your leg on his hip, looking down at you. And then he began to move, your jaw went slack at the first grind of his hips and his name rolled off your tongue. He growled at the feeling of you, rocking himself in and out of you at a pace that was dizzying. Locking eye contact with him you asked “did you really mean that about-“ you were cut off by a brutal snap of his hips choking a moan from you, before you continued “about me being your mate?” He slowed his hips for a moment, leaning down closer “I have wanted to make you mine since you took a fist to your face for me”.

(I hope that you all liked this one as much as you liked my last one. This is part 1 and is mainly just a back story/gentle ease in. I will be making a part 2 in which reader and T’orak go to yautja prime and become official mates, and YES there will be lots of mating and more graphic SMUT than in this one, this was just the taste test, a free sample of you will ;) )

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