#gawtin loves her human

[yaut-jaknowit]

HIIIII

I LOVE your work!! And I love Gawtin so much!! Can I request a Gawtin scenario in which the reader is (consensually) touchy with her muscles?? Like squeezing or feeling up her biceps, praising her for being so strong, etc.

Thank you!!

Guardian Angel

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1181

Summary: Gawtin has taken care of you since she took you to her home planet, Yautja Prime. That's around two years. She's protected you, laid down her life for your safety, keeps the fridge stocked, and most importantly, showers you with her love. Now, it's her turn to be showered.

Author Note: Muscle mommy needs some praise and love too! This is short, I know but I made it as sweet and fluff filled as possible to make up for it!

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Ao3

Target spotted. A grin widened on your face. You acted innocently in the kitchen, pulling a snatch from the fridge Gawtin was laxed in the living room, a book in hand. Every minute or so, she would turn the page. Qui’oky was down for his midday nap, the young child worn out from being a kid.

The bowl of strawberry-like fruit was set down carefully on the counter once Gawtin turned another page. Your eyes darted side to side to ensure no surface could reflect your presence to her. Not until you were ready to reveal yourself.

After living in this cottage for so long, you’ve grown to learn the ins and outs. Specially which floor board squeaked so you didn’t wake up any of the other occupants if you could help it. You took a known route to get to the couch Gawtin was on. She was none the wiser, focused strictly on her book that you could partially read. You’re getting there.

“I offer you my heart, little artist but why do you think you could sneak up on me?” Gawtin turned her head and glanced at you from the corner of her purple eyes. A pout turned your features down.

A shrug drew your shoulders up and down before you padded to the other side of the couch to face her. “Well, I just thought I could surprise you, love,” you excused then looked at her prettily. You shuffled closer to her hulking frame. Even sitting down, the giant still dwarfed your form. Now, you stood between her open legs, up close and personal with your lover.

Her book was set on the nearby coffee table, marked. Gawtin’s full attention returned to you. This could either go in two different directs.

You cleared your throat then placed a hand on her shoulder to lean in closer to her face. Your other hand reached up cupped her cheek. “You’re so pretty,” you whispered and stroked her ridge of her upper mandible. “My pretty girl.”

The forest green Yautja quirked a brow and mandible at your actions. But, she tilted her head into your palm and nuzzled against it. You let that hand drift down to her muscular shoulders and gripped it. “Look how strong you are too. Such a good protector for your child and your mate.”

Though, Gawtin was confused at first, she was more than pleased to let you continue. At first, you glanced down at her lap and got the nod to go ahead. You couldn’t wipe off the smirk on your face and climbed onto her. Gawtin threw her arms over the top of the couch and watched you preform your next actions.

The couch offered some added inches to you, but that wasn’t enough to be eye level with Gawtin. You stood on your knees, hands now cupping both of her lower mandibles. “I probably say this a lot but I love you so much. My big strong protector, keeping me safe any harm or males attempting to court me.” That was a jab towards the first and last time a young male offered you skull. He got a life lesson: Don’t mess with another’s mate; let alone Gawtin’s mate.

A purr began in the depths of her chest. Gawtin even titled her head slightly back, baring her throat to you. “Oh? What’s all this praise for, artful one?” she questioned with a trill, eyes hooding over. Gawtin was more than happy to let you have your way currently.

One of your hands slid down to softly grasp her throat, fingers not even reaching the sides. An innocent look was thrown at her. “I can’t tell my mate how amazing she is? Is that so wrong?” you cooed, lips turning into a small pout. You leaned forward and placed kiss on the column of her throat. A place only ones she trusted most were allowed to even see, let alone touch in your case.

“You don’t know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me, Gawtin,” you continued and drifted the palm on her mandible down to the area between her shoulder and neck. Your lips pressed another kiss a little higher on her throat. “You do so much for me, love.”

The purr deepened. Gawtin sunk further into the couch. Your hands continued to roam, both going to her biceps to squeeze her muscles there.

From the two years you’ve been around Gawtin, a lot has occurred. Even your meeting with her was a whirl emotions that you weren’t prepared for. Meeting a pregnant alien then going out of your way to protect her. Neither of you expect that from the measly human just trying to enjoy their last couple days at the cabin. An artist that only wields pencils.

It still shocks you to this day that a Yautja, a species born for the hunt and lives to prove their prowess, wants you. You’re just… you. A human that didn’t have a lick of fighting skills. Now, under Gawtin’s protection and watch, you’ve grown stronger, faster, more of a hunter than ever before. You had a lot to thank her for. If it wasn’t for your walk into the forest, you’d never have met her. Worst of all, she could possibly be dead, with Qui’oky.

You kissed a line down one side of her throat then up the other side. Your hands squeezed at her biceps. “Look how strong my pretty hunter is. You can take down anything you want, anything you set your mind onto.” Gawtin’s arms slipped off the top of couch. Both of her hands grabbed yours and carded her fingers through yours in a firm grip.

Gawtin leaned forward and bumped her forehead against yours. “I offer you my heart and bare my unarmored body to you, my exquisite mate.” The Yautja’s voice rumbled. Your grip tightened, nails biting into the back of her palms.

“You are beyond anything I could ask and more. More than anything I could dream of. You are all I need in my life. You are all I want in this life. My life is yours,” you whispered and held your lips to the little snout between her mandibles.

Your eyes fluttered open and stared into her soul entwined with hers. Gawtin shifted her hold on one of your hands to hold the back of it then held it to her chest.

Between layers of muscles and bones, you felt the strong, thundering beat of her heart. The organ in her body that beats for you.

In return, you slid the hand still entwined with hers out then did the same action on your own chest. Your heart beats for her as well.

“My little artist, I will forever protect you. You are mine. My ooman. My mate. My lover.” Her upper mandibles brushed against your cheek bones. Your eyes drifted shut again as you simmered in the affection that poured between the two of you. This is a love you’ll forever hold onto.

[yaut-jaknowit]

The Hunt

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Primal play, gawtin hunts you down, hunting, teasing, light edging, fingering, impact play, smacking, rough sex, lots dirty talk, use of 'girl', praise kink, multiple orgasms, mind numbing orgasms.

Word Count: 5880 (11 pages on word... damn. I'm down for this Yautja)

Summary: As you cooked dinner for Gawtin and Qui-oky, the former arrives home. But you notice something different about her. She's... seems to be more in her predatory state. Her eyes narrowed on you. Only on you. She towers over you, crowding you into the counter as you cooked, holding her child. She leans down and whispers, "Run."

Author Note: I'm seriously down for Gawtin. Like badly. She could rip off my head and I would thank her. Hope you guys love her just as much as do.

Ao3

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Eyes. Sharp, deadly eyes followed every step that you made around the kitchen. Without hesitation, you knew who it was. No one else could stare at you like that. You trembled but stayed focus on the task on hand. It was your turn to feed the family tonight. Best of all, it was something you had personally gone out and hunted yourself. All by yourself.

Pride filled your stomach as you sprinkled some spices Gawtin got from the market lately. They were like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. Unlike the ones you’ve seen on earth, these had blues, purples, and even pinks in the mixture. Whatever it was, the name unreadable, was delicious on any meat you put it on. You were excited for tonight’s dinner.

Despite your previous experience with cooking for Gawtin, times that shall not be remembered, you had hoped this would turn out better. It had to be. This was all for her, even though her kind doesn’t need to eat meat cooked. In a way, you were gifting something to her. Due to the fact you weren’t the greatest at hunting. You wield pencils, not machetes.

Besides all that, Gawtin still cares for you. She lets you be at her side with her child. She lets you care for him like your own. Qui seems to love you just the same, ooman or Yautja.

Speaking of the devil…

Qui’s hands slapped against the wooden floor of the kitchen. The child marched his way through the area as if he owned it. A mission playing inside of his mind, that you believed was happening inside of there. You raised a brow down at him once he stopped at your feet. Qui babbled in Yautja as he peered at you, stubby mandibles twitching as he talked. Then, with a short arm, he reached out and grabbed at your leg.

Similar to a cat, his nails were deadly sharp. The muscles along your calf tensed but you didn’t jerk away as they sunk into the flesh. You bit at your lower lip, throating closing up to prevent any sounds. With his painful hold on you, Qui-oky stood up on unsteady legs.

Why out of everything else in the kitchen had he had to use you?! With a shake of your head, you bent over and scooped the wobbling child off of the ground. Qui squeaked at the sudden movement but chirped happily since he was face to face with you. You lightly tapped the tip of his inner mouth with a finger. “Hey, kiddo. Wanna help me cook something for your mama?” you teased him and held him to be resting on your hip. One of your arms had him propped up underneath his butt. A spot he was content to sit in.

He didn’t understand a word on what you were say and stared blankly. “Yeah, I know. I’m not yet there, Qui. I got a few more months before I’m willing to try out in public. Before then, I’m gonna stick with what I know best.” Before almost forgetting the meat on the firepit, you flipped it over and stirred a pot of brew. “Maybe in the process you’ll learn some English early. Don’t tell your mom though.”

“She wants me to learn more Yautja and I’m truly trying… I just don’t have the mouth for it. Ya know?” The poor child looked at you with questions rolling inside of his small head. You sighed with a shake of your head and refocused on the pots and pans in front of you. “You don’t. It’s okay. One day though. We’ll both further our learning about the other. For right now-“

The front door hissed as it opened. There, in the doorway, appeared Gawtin in all of her glory. Without missing a beat, you twisted your torso to look at her with a hand still holding a wooden spoon. “Oh, hey, love! Back so soon? I haven’t finished cooking yet,” you called out to her as she strode into the dwelling. Then, you turned back to the food in front of you.

From what your ears caught, she made her way over to you in the kitchen. Qui chirped at the sight of his mother and babbled at her. A hard, warm, thick body molded into your backside. A protective arm slid between you and the metal stove as you were pulled slightly back. Purring vibrated down your spine to each limb attached.

You smiled softly at the gesture. The spoon was carefully set down to the side. With your free hand, you patted at the limb around your waist. “Well, hello to you too.” Her purred thickened. Gawtin leaned down to snuggled her mandibles into the crook of your neck. Sweet and comforting.

Until you felt a familiar wet muscle slither out and lick at the skin there. You tensed up, eyes widening at the realization of what she was doing. The child on your arm felt heavier. “Gaw-Gawtin…” you spoke her name lowly, partly in warning of what she was starting. But she knew. She knew what she was doing. Let alone to you.

She let loose a deep snarl, the hold she had on you tightening and crushing you to her. “I am not necessarily hungry for food right now,” her voice low and grumbly. You were suddenly hit with an arousing need for her. This was about something you had discussed with her earlier in the week. You couldn’t believe she was doing that now. Right now. With Qui.

Though Gawtin couldn’t see you, a brow was raised silently at her. In your grasp, Qui-oky chirped and twisted his small body to face his mother. Said older Yautja returned the same noise and tugged him away from you. All the heat he easily produced was stolen away with him. He began to babble at her while using his arms to help him. You stayed though, unable to move with her there.

Gawtin kept her mandibles pressed into your soft, fragile flesh. They twitched, sharp ends dragging across your skin. “Run.” Then, the Yautja pulled away from you.

Just like the human you were, you stood frozen in your spot, unable to move. Gawtin released a thundering growl. Goosebumps ran down the lengths of your arms, towards your fingertips. You gasped before scuttling away from her. A glance was thrown back at her as you escaped through the front door.

The look of a predator was all you saw.

Sweltering heat bared down on your feeble body. Sweat rolled over your skin in thick rivers. Your shirt stuck to your body uncomfortably. Out of all the time you’ve resided on this planet, this had to be the hardest you’ve ever run before for this long. It was bad. To the point your lungs ached for a break. But this was different. You wanted to give Gawtin a small challenge in finding you.

It would be impossible to hide or run from her. It was inevitable she would find you in the end. All you could do was put as much distance between you and a predator breed for this exact thing. That made a cold trickle down your spine. In a good way. This was the best thing to happen to you in your life. You couldn’t want anything different or to change.

To add to the challenge, you took a note from things you’ve read and watched before. Add a little common sense in there, you used a creek to travel north, with the wind. All you could hope the direction of the wind wouldn’t change too drastically and give up your position. Who knows. This planet was beyond weird when it came to these things.

Despite being in a jungle designed to kill anything and everything edible, you didn’t feel in danger. Instead, in the back of your mind, you knew there was something watching you. Something that would always keep you safe. Even if that same thing was hunting you at this exact moment.

When your lungs refused to bare the unneeded stress, you slowed to a simple walk. The sweat that coated your skin was brushed with a breeze that helped cool yourself down. It almost felt like being splashed with creek water on a hot day. One of the best feelings out there.

This far out and without paying attention, it was completely up to Gawtin to return you to the safety of her dwelling. This wasn’t pathing you’ve taken before. To sum it up: you were lost.

With the trust that filled your very being, you knew this wasn’t a bad thing. You were safe and sound, even surrounded by creatures more than happy to swallow you whole.

As the sun was close to hiding behind the horizon the tall, thick jungle trees blocked out, you felt the need to stop. Not for water or even a bit from a nearby safe berry bush. No. Eyes. Familiar but not, watched you. Heavy and piercing. You cursed underneath your breath, gaze snapping all over the place. An attempt to find where she was. Where the predator was hunting you from the shadows of her home planet. This was her hunting grounds.

You swallowed the thick lump stuck in your throat, unable to find the creature hiding. Gawtin could be anywhere within the three hundred-sixty degrees around you. Anywhere. And by the time you find, it would be far too late. You bit at your bottom lip, thighs squeezing together.

The back of your hand swiped at the pooling sweat at your forehead. Then, you continued your pathing onward. Wherever these lands would take before someone else did.

“Gawtin?” you spoke up, voice quivering, not with fear. No, with anticipation of what’s to come.

The jungle around you was still, as if the trees and foliage themselves were holding your breath as well. Nothing dared to even tremble, let alone move a single inch. Your breath was caught in your throat as you stood as a statue.

Running or escape were no longer options. They’ve long been thrown out the moment you had past the threshold of her dwelling.

A small part of your brain told you speak, say something. Maybe distract her so you could have more time to think. “Gawtin? Come on, love. Let’s talk about this?” you tried to reason with the creature hunting you down. Off to your left, there was a short snort. One you knew far too well to think of anything else. Your head snapped in the origin’s direction. Yet, it was completely hopeless. Her scales kept her well-hidden.

Now, to your right, there was a deafening growl that caused goosebumps to expand across your skin. Your head whipped around so fast you believed you had received whiplash. That was the least of your worries currently. But, there was no sign of her. You cursed lowly underneath your breath.

Sounds of tsking sounded above the ground in front of you. You gasped and jumped back at the sudden different location. “Babe?” you questioned as if you didn’t already know. So stupid. If you were in a different situation, you would’ve smacked yourself in the face.

Those eyes never left you. They were glued to your form worse than the damn sap that these trees produce.

“Run.” You jumped once more at the voice now behind you. Without taking more second to fool around, your feet start to pound against the forest’s floor. Leaves and other foliage crunched underneath each step away from the creature hunting you.

Despite your lungs and legs burning at the second run of the afternoon, you push past and kept moving along. Trees loomed over you, as if crowding to see when she’ll capture you in those deadly claws of hers. Shit. This was more than getting your blood pumping. It had your whole body feeling alive with buzzing energy.

Heavy weight shoved into you yet mindful. An arm snagged around your waist as you went down with the sudden move. You choked on a scream, arms out to catch your fall. Your body was pushed into the ground, face down as the same weight bared down on you. Nothing could help you escape. That didn’t stop you squirming and wiggling worse than slimy worm.

One of your arms was able to reach out and claw uselessly at the ground. Nothing but dirt built underneath your nails, unable to gain anything of purchase.

Then, a massive paw grasped around your petite wrist and pinned it down as well. Everything around you went completely still. You shuddered, goosebumps rising once more. Thick, redden tipped tresses swung into view. They tickled the expanse of your back, making you gasp at the feeling before shivering again. “Fuck,” you bit out and stopped moving.

It was pointless now. The predator has caught her prey and wasn’t going to let it go now.

Warm, humid breath fanned over your exposed neck. Keratin on keratin clicked against each right behind your ear. A growl rumbled around your fragile skin. Claws bit into you, almost drawing trickles of blood. “Gawtin,” you whined and tried to shift mindlessly underneath her.

Her free hand found its way to your throat and tightened its hold. You gulped, throat bobbing. “Keep saying my name. It is not going to be of help.” Your only reaction was to groan out her name once more. There was nothing you could do to escape. She rumbled above you, adding a small fraction of her weight onto you again. You moaned, thighs clenching together. Just a reminder of how powerful she is with just her weight.

Gawtin then shifted her body to sit back on her haunches. With the grip around your neck, the predator easily pulled you to your feet. Despite the fact she had lost height, Gawtin was still taller than you. Not as towering but enough to make a cold sweat roll down your spine. She pulled you towards her, as close as possible.

With her long, pink tongue, she licked up the side of your face and bellowed lowly. Her purple eyes seemed to sharpen, narrowing down on your form before expanding. The predator then picked you up using the hand around your throat. You squirmed, clawing at her fingers at hint of fears entered your veins. She sat down on ground and brought you with her.

You were maneuvered to sit in her lap, back to her chest. Your legs were thrown on either side of her own, forcing you to spread wide to accommodate her size. The only thing protecting you from Gawtin’s thick fingers from plunging into you was the shorts you wore.

Yet, with the predator behind you, that or anything wouldn’t stop her. Her massive paw grasped the fabric and pulled hard. The cloth was simply torn from your body and thrown off to the side. You gasped and wiggled in her lap. Which had her tightening her hand around your throat. Instinctively, you stilled, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

A part of you wanted her to run a digit between your folds, to feel how wet you were. The other side of you was completely embarrassed on how much slick has pooled from you already. How wet you were from being hunted by your lover. You keened and jutted your hips up for some kind of attention.

Pain spring from in the inside of your thigh. A husky growl sounded from the beast behind you. Immediately, you cried out, head flung back to rest on her chest – too short to touch her shoulder. Shit. It hurt. It hurt so good. You shivered, unable to stop yourself, and began to lightly pant. “Gawtin, please. I need you so much, love,” you begged, hands coming to rest on her thighs. The thick muscles underneath the skin rippled at the touch.

“So sweet with your begging. But it is not going to get you anywhere, love,” she mocks you, voice low and barely audible with how grumbly it was. You keened with a pitiful huff, yet you kept still. Moving has only rewarded you with a stinging slap. A lesson well learned.

Gawtin took note of this and purred for you with content. The hand on your thighs slid up your feeble flesh to cup your soaking cunt. This was what you’ve been begging for. Any sort of touch to have you coming in her lap. But this Yautja was smart. The touch was light, fingers nowhere near entering you. Yet, Gawtin’s claws barely biting into your skin, only causing dents. Her palm had a gentle feeling. It wasn’t enough. Not even close.

But, you couldn’t hold it in. You squirmed in her lap again, jerking your hips to rub against her hand. It offered a little relief. Before she moved her palm completely away to grasp at a spread thigh of yours. Those nails of hers that weren’t trimmed bit harshly into the flesh, leaving marks that would later be cared for.

You hissed at the pain. Nothing of words escaped your lips though. This was part of the show. “Be good little ooman for me, love.” And you wanted to. You really, desperately wanted to. But, it’s her. She makes you want to act out, want to be a rebel, a brat.

With a drop of courage, you stilled. “No,” you stated then used a hand to dip between your legs. Before you had even a chance to touch yourself, a massive paw snatched you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she snarled and moved so her face next to your ear. All her noises could be heard, loud in clear. The hand in her grasp was forced behind your back, between the two of you. Her hold on your neck tightened and stayed that way. Less blood was making its way to your mind, forcing you to feel dizzy and lightheaded. That heightened everything going on with your body now.

“Such a naughty ooman. So dirty.” Diligent finger crept up the inside of your thigh, but you didn’t move. “Letting a Yautja purposefully hunt you down, to use you at their whim.” Now, the edges of your vision were starting to darken, body beginning to go lax. Gawtin read this swiftly and loosened her hold. More blood was allowed to go through your arteries to reach your brain.

A clawed digit ran through soak folds and skimmed over an electricized nub. Without meaning to, you gasped and arched your back away from her chest. Your hands didn’t know what to do. They hovered at your sides, shaking. Not a clear thought between your eyes even as the feeling ebbed away, leaving you desperate for more.

That hand moved past your sight and to the mouth of Gawtin. All you could hear was the slippery, long tongue of hers lick up the juices she scooped up to taste. You shivered. Then, her fingers were back to the apex of your thighs.

One semi-intelligent thought came to mind for yourself. You forced your body to stay, to be good for her as Gawtin did the same thing again. You whimper harshly, eyes squeezed shut as you bit at your lip. Curses were swirling inside of your foggy mind. All you could think of doing was rutting into her hand like a dog in heat, wanting nothing else but her. Just her.

“Learning, are we?” Gawtin teased, voice causing vibrations to up your ear drum. You whined but kept still, somehow, someway. “Yeah, you are.”

One digit pushed past your folds, slowly slipping its way in all the way to the knuckle. Your eyes rolled back, head thrown back to rest on Gawtin’s shoulders. Your walls locked down on her thick finger. That didn’t compared to when she curled it. It dragged and pressed against your g-spot as she scooped your essence out of you again. All to taste you again.

“Gawtin, please… I-mmm, I need… you, badly,” you whimpered. The muscles that lined your thighs were tensed but you didn’t move besides that. You bite at your bottom lip harshly to stop any noises.

In your ear, Gawtin grumbled a laugh that shook you to your core. “What was that? Hm? I couldn’t hear you,” she taunted you. Her hand came back down to your cunt and shove her finger back in. The teasing, it was wearing you down to the bone. Your mind becoming mush under her administrations. Gawtin’s hand squeezed again at your neck. Instantly, you were a puddle in her lap. “Good, so good for me.”

Dazed, you nodded your head. Her upper hold stroked the length of your neck before returning the firm grasp again. Gawtin chittered something in her language, not that you caught it, brain turning to goo.

This time, two fingers plunged into the depths of your core. You cried out into the jungle around, like wounded prey. Gawtin squeezed harder, as if threatening, showing you how dangerous she is. One snap of her wrist, and she could have you dead. Your walls flutter around her two digits inside of you.

Now, Gawtin began a pace that slow, methodical strokes that had butterflies roaring in your stomach. They raced up each vein in your body to the tips of your fingers. This is what you wanted, the bare minimal and it stroked that fire deep in the pit of your belly. It made you desperate, blabbering for more. Anything Gawtin, your Yautja was willing to offer.

Talons that have killed hundreds, created divits on the back of your neck. Her hand easily smothered your throat without any trouble. Your core clench, releasing more of your essence onto deadly, skilled fingers. They played with you like a musician born to perform. Your knees threatened to pull up to your chest, feeling hair of embarrassment.

Something in the back of your head whisper dark thoughts. Any of her species could possibly hear you right now, hear how dirty you were being for Gawtin.

Next thing you knew, there was a stinging smack to the inside of your thighs. You yelped, muscles tensed before the hold on your throat squeezed as a reminder. A reminder to stay still and be good. You did your best, body starting trembling worse now. Yet, you couldn’t pinpoint the reason on why.

The hand below returned by cupping your sex then Gawtin grinded the heel of her palm straight into the hoof of your sex. The whine that sounded afterwards was incredibly shameful. But, she didn’t let you have single moment to drown in any thoughts.

Fangs that have the power to simply tear out your throat touched the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. The sharpened ends skirted up then down before softly latching onto your shoulder. This is where you shuttered harshly.

All the sensations she sent through your body simultaneously had you dizzy and disoriented. Gawtin knew. She always knew. Ever since it was made official you were hers, she’s learned your body from the insid-oh! A thick, callused finger prodded at your empty core. From the inside out.

The tip of her claw was dulled yet careful on pushing to the first knuckle. “My little prey, forced to take what I give. No room for arguing or escaping. You are mine, little artist. All mine to consume and taste and hear all those wonderful noises you make,” she whispered after letting your shoulder go to speak. Her long, forked tongue danced up the shell of your ear.

Gawtin pushed further into your body and refreshing her mind of your cunt. The way it fluttered like Ezail – winged creature – around her finger was delicious. Your juices leaked out like a river onto the soil of her home planet, in the jungle, taking you like prey. Gawtin relished in the blazing heat that sucked her digit further in until her knuckles prevent her from going any deeper.

It was pulled completely from you. Even with your head slightly tilted back to make room for the size of her hand, you watched at her hand came up. Her middle finger soak, glistening with slick. The Yautja leaned forward, just far enough so you could see out of the corner of your eye. Like the way she knew you would be. Then, with that ridiculously long tongue, it started from the base and licked up to the very tip of her claws. You felt how that affected you then felt the way she shuttered.

“I can never get enough of you. You taste so… unique, new, and down right addicting. I will never get tired of your alien taste. I will take you in all ways possible. You will no be able to think after I’m done with you.” As the predator spoke, Gawtin voice hardened, thickened with a promise of what’s to come. This was a promise she’ll keep and won’t let you forget for a single second.

Your throat vibrated with a mixture of a whine and groan that stemmed from somewhere deep. “Gawtin.” It was a beg, though you wished to as demanding as she could be.

A hiss sounded from Gawtin’s vocal cords. Once more, she squeezed at your neck and limited the blood from reaching your brain. It heightened the feeling when Gawtin touched your cunt again. That same middle finger skimmed through your folds and gather what leaked out. Instead of bringing it to her mouth, she pressed it against yours.

Without hesitance and with obedience, you parted your lips, awaiting. Gawtin entered and let her digit rest mindfully on your tongue. Soft, plush, moist lips sealed around it and sucked it further in. Tangy, slightly bitter, yet it had an powerful sweet taste. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Holy shit.

This time, you didn’t mean to but you squirmed impatiently in her lap. Truly, you were learning but it was hard, a difficult task of staying still as she teased you like this. Apologetic words stumbled out of your lips without trouble. You didn’t know if they were understandable but you tried.

“Shh, shh. It is alright, little one.” Rough hands petted at your sides, one rubbing something wet onto your skin. “Just tell me what you want. I will grant it.”

One of your shaky hands reached for her wrist, she met you half way. Despite being a terrifying hunter that’s trained for hundred of years, Gawtin let you easily guide her hand back to your core. Her hand slipped from underneath yours to rest on top of it. Then, she pushed yours to cup your own sex.

Soaked and swollen. “Feel that?” A gentle tense of her arm forced you to full embrace what’s she’s done to you. You couldn’t help the hoarse cry and the buck of you hips. With her there, holding your hand firmly, you unintentionally grinded against your palm. Curses words drooled from your slickened lips. “Good girl.”

This was torture. Completely so. There was no way around it.

Gawtin let you pulled your limb away, though it just fell limply at your side. You gritted your teeth then hissed through them, a light pant starting. “I need you. I need you. Gawtin!” you shouted at the end, voice echoing throughout the jungle that surrounded the two of you.

Immediately, her palm was cupping your cunt once more. The two claws that weren’t dulled parted your folds for the ones that were. They were soft, gently on pushing into you, ensuring there was no discomfort once-oh-ever.

This alien was big, massive compared to your meek form next to an apex predator. A finger itself was thick, but now with two filling you… they stretched you walls, carefully till her knuckles kissed your folds again.

All of the tense muscles that were coiled tight unfurled. You sunk into the body that made up Gawtin, skin molding to hers.

If only you thought was it. Thick digits curled slightly and pressed up as they retracted. You harshly gasped, back arching away from Gawtin. Your nails clawed down her muscular thighs, leaving nothing in their wake. Her name was somewhere falling from your lips in the meantime. Gawtin plunged back into your body, the obscene noise it created would’ve had you blushing hard. If only you were in the right mind.

“Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that,” she purred straight into your ear. Then, that glorious tongue of hers tasted the flesh along your neck.

Naked as the day you were born, everything was exposed. Gawtin was more than happy to take advantage of that. The hand not filling you currently captured a beaded nipple between two finger. Instantly, that sent a fresh wave of buzzing energy to your ignored clit. Though, the way she stroked expertly at your g-spot had you feeling close to the edge. A razor sharp edge. One that will completely swallow you whole and leave you nothing to lay on.

Both arms were digging into the flesh that made up her upper thighs and hips. Those were you lifeline, what you needed to survive. It was all you could do in the moment to keep from going insane.

All because of Gawtin. All because of your Yautja, your mate.

“Those sounds… you only make them for me. All for me.  For no one else, right?” You didn’t have the thought process to speak. All you could do was dumbly nod your head. You heard the way she purred with delight and twisted your nipple. You cried out with your chest rapidly moving up and down. God, you were desperate for to do more. To stop tormenting you with these subtle light touches.

In your ear, she hissed at all the little sounds. All of them were swallowed up by her ears, letting no one else have them besides herself.

There was nothing computing in your brain, not a thought worth wild. You chewed on your lip to try and contain any noises possible.

Her heel laid on top of your clit. That former attempt was forgotten and abandoned swiftly without notice. As Gawtin’s fingers fucked into your body, she was talented enough to softly grind her palm against you. You gasped out in shock, toes curling in reaction.

One of your hands reached behind and mindlessly grasped at a thick, dark dread. It filled your hand as you tugged on it, thumb rubbing over the rubbery texture.

By God. A dark, thundering snarl cascaded from Gawtin’s throat. Beautiful in its own dangerous way. Not that you had anything to worry about. The heel completely flattened against your clit and sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure throughout your veins. Her thick fingers plunged deep into your body to start a vigorous pace.

That sent you off. Your back arched off of her lower torso. All the muscles in your legs coil, toes curling. Your hands white knuckled the skin that made up her hips. A heavy gush of fresh essence dripped out of like fine wine. Gawtin didn’t care.

All that was on her mind was the way you looked, striking and beautiful. You clung to her as you reached the peak, feeble nail desperate to create marks. Your walls clamped down at first, as if it suck her fingers somehow deeper into you needy body. Then, they start flutter. Hard. Gawtin didn’t relent and focused solely on that bundle of nerves hidden away in your core.

That kept your frame feeling suspended in space, floating in the ecstasy she drove you to. Every muscle taunt, as if ready to snap.

Nothing could truly escape your vocal cords. Besides the croak you first made before it became overwhelming, throat closing up. Gawtin bathed in the fact she left you speechless, a furled and soaked mess in her lap. And the smell. Pauk, you smelled like the sweetest fruit imaginable. And once you relaxed, she will force you onto your shoulders and eat you out. She will force you to give her that sweet nectar you produced for her.

Gawtin kept her fingers going. One hand tweak at your nipple. Other, filling your cunt like that way it should be as you came around them. There was no stopping this well oiled machine from giving you pleasure.

That’s when the Yautja released something that had a smirk growing on her mandibles. As your body slow drift back to rest against her but you squirmed from the overstimulation growing from the pits of your stomach. A desperate cry sound from your throat, crackling. You weakly tried to pull away either limb from a part of yourself to let up on the onslaught…

But Gawtin didn’t budge an inch. Your legs begin to shake, trembling. With what little power you hold, you fought against her. This alien wasn’t moving a single centimeter. And that’s when you felt it. It had to be impossible. This hasn’t happened before, not that you can think of. You whimper with a pathetic whine and shook.

You came again. Powerful. Overwhelming. Mind numbing. This time, your vocal cords worked. “Gawtin!” White noise filled your ears. You couldn’t make sense of what was happening; what was up from down, left from right. All you knew, could remember was Gawtin’s name. You sung it like with a broken cry that tore at your throat.

Hours. It had to be hours that passed by before you floated back into your body. To feel a hardened, hot body molded to your back. Sweat clung to your skin like a sheet. Even though, it should’ve felt incredibly uncomfortable, you could care less about the feeling. What you focused on was the rubbing of hands, petting at your sides.

Your lungs were panting for air, trying to fill themselves up as much as possible. You lolled your head back against a meaty shoulder with a throat groan. The entity you rest against vibrated with a laugh.

Heat swaddled your throat. A thumb stroked along your pulse point, soft. You couldn’t help but moan again. “There is my little artist,” her voice smooth like butter on a hot plate. It soothed you, made you become pliable. Well, more than last time. “You did so good go for me. So well.” The praise was immediately sent to your blazing clit. You wiggled in her lap again, mindlessly. Fuck, that felt good.

The grasp on your throat pinched your jaw then turned your head towards Gawtin. A groan lazy escaped from you. “How do you feel?” She had her pinkie continuously running over your pulse point.

A aloof smile graced your lips. “More,” you whined. Immediately, Gawtin’s eyes narrowed straight onto yours. Her body hardened against yours, hand tightening around your neck. Her face bent down for a moment to bury into the crook of your neck.

“You are playing a dangerous game.” A forked tongue licked up the side of your neck before Gawtin had to sit up, the strain too much for her. You gave her a lopsided grin.

And her fingers returned to your oversensitive clit. “And I will join in this game.”

[yaut-jaknowit]

first of all I absolutely love your work honestly it is amazing!! And that last gawtin ask hurtttttt I was wondering if you could make a part two? If you want to of course maybe communication saves the day? I hope you have a good day!

Argument with Gawtin Part 2

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2276

Summary: For hours, you stay in your art room, sobbing away the time until the tears run dry. Now, it's the time to figure out what to do. You don't want to leave, you never want to leave Gawtin or Qui'oky. They're your family. You'll find a way to fix this or die trying.

Author Note: Communication in relationships are incredibly important! Here, it does save the day. Thank you so much! It hurt me too to write it because I hate conflict and to have my favorite pair fight...

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 1

Once the tear ran dry and left stick, crusty lines down the lengths of your cheeks, you picked your head up enough and looked around. The space was the same, empty and void of Gawtin. Old paintings and drawings covered the walls from floor to ceiling, making this place yours. A room that the green Yautja had given to you. She done so much for you.

An ache started behind your sternum as you hung your head in shame again, unable to cry again. In an instant, you shoved it back into her face while flipping the middle finger at her. You sat up in your desk chair, chin level. You had to fix this. You wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let this go. Not her love, the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted before. The two of you were meant to be together, no matter who or what said otherwise.

How would you show how sorry you are though? You glance around the room. It’s not like you’re a hunter like her. You couldn’t bring how creature five times your size. No, you were her artist. You wield pencils, not knives.

What could you make? Something she could understand in her own culture, something that would be of great value. Then, you shook your head. No, if it came from you, it’ll be enough. You dipped your head.

A newfound determination filled your veins. You stood up abruptly and walked towards the only exit. Once you’ve reached the door though, you paused before hitting the button to open it. What if she was out there? You couldn’t just ignore her and walk out. That would be incredibly rude and inconsiderate of Gawtin. Well, you’ll cross that bridge if you reached it.

All was quiet and dark in the main room of her hut. Your shoulders sagged both in relief and disappointment. Where had she gone? Qui’oky wasn’t here, meaning he had to be with his mother. She wouldn’t leave him to his lonesome.

You left the safety of your art room. The door sliding close behind you. The floorboards barely made complaints as you walked over to the front door. A satchel hung off your shoulders, a knife sitting in one of the pockets. Not much more than for cutting stems rather than the throats of animals that could consume you whole. In another pocket sat a device similar to a GPS and could lead you back home.

So be it. You wanted to show you cared about her, that you truly did. An argument would not ruin everything you’ve built with her. You wouldn’t let it, no matter how much you wanted to take the next flight off this planet. This was your home.

Out the door you went. Cool, humid air smack you straight in the face. It was far better than the burning binary suns that would bore down on your skin during the day. You braved your way through the humidity and started a path in a random direction. You let your heart led the way.

For a few miles, you traversed with little thoughts of where to go. Only thing that filled your mind was the flashbacks of the argument. The skin of your bottom lip had been worn down till the taste of blood, an action you couldn’t help. Not when Gawtin’s voice echoed in your head to go home. You wished you had said this was your home.

And it was. You belonged at her side, holding her hand with Qui’oky perched on your hip. This was your family, you were going to fight tooth and nail for it.

A gut feeling told you to stop. For a moment, you prayed it wasn’t an instinct you were being hunted. The hairs along your neck never raised. You relaxed and scanned the surrounding area until a feeling drew you towards your right. A feeling you followed until you found a shiny rock. The colors that matched the same hue as Gawtin’s dark, forest green. It was slipped into the main pocket and sealed off from the world it once sat in.

For what was probably hours, you continued to do this even after the yawn broke across you face. When your satchel began to dig into your shoulder uncomfortably, you called it a night.

Flowers, tied together with a thin string were held in one of your hands. The other held onto the GPS tracker, helping you to trek in the right direction home. You couldn’t believe you had found yourself five miles away from the hut. The walk back would take you forever especially with how the terrain was. This is a jungle that ranged from steep mountains to gushing rivers. A few rocks had been picked up from the riverbeds and snuck their way into your satchel as well.

Though it took at least another three hours to return home, the two suns beginning to peek through the trees, you made it. Your clothes were soaked through with sticky sweat. Hunger twisted your gut with each desperate call for food. You were smart enough to have a waterskin attached to your satchel so you didn’t perish from dehydration that far from home.

The familiar forest green roof/walls met your vision as you pushed through the thickest part of the foliage that surrounded the cottage. Home. You smiled in relief and trudged up to the door. Without even thinking, too exhausted to even think up thoughts, you pushed your way into the home. Gawtin still wasn’t home. You huffed and entered your art room.

Your satchel’s contents was dumped onto tabletop. The flowers were untied ands laid out as well. It may all look like junk you’ve picked up from the jungle’s floor, but to you, it was unmade art. All it was needing was to be pieced together, like a puzzle. You had the hands to do it.

Like the artist the whole town knew you as, you began to piece what items could go together. Even with the need to collapse and sleep for ten hours straight pulled at your mind, you pushed through.

When you grew irritated when some pieces didn’t want to fit with one another, you set it off to the side and looked at the flowers. All of them had long stems, perfect for what you wanted to do. You had also grabbed a lot, possibly too many but you didn’t want to trek all the way back out there and get more.

Covered in dirt, your hands began to weave the stems carefully with one another. A pattern you had pulled up on a tablet Gawtin had given you long ago. On the screen, it looked ease to follow but grew harder with each newly added stem. At times, you were ready to rip it apart and set it on fire. Somehow, you soldiered through and finally finished the piece.

It was far too large to sit upon your head, which was exactly what you were aiming for. You didn’t have any measurements for Gawtin’s head and only estimated on her size. Not like she was home for you to measure without her growing suspicious in the first place.

Now feeling better at the fact you finished one of the projects, you moved back towards the mess of rocks and wires on the other side of your desk.

Almost a year ago, you had given Gawtin a necklace you had specifically went out to the market for. That led you into a mess of going from one vendor to another before getting captured in the end. Gawtin had to save you from the trouble but she was never mad. She expressed that after she got you to the safety of the hut.

Everyday, she wears that necklace. A sign of either pride or love, maybe even both. But you loved it and it seemed like Gawtin did too. Now, you were designing two bracelets. Either for both arms or one. Whatever she choose to do with them was up to her.

Back in the seat of your desk chair, you sat crisscross and stared upon the rocks once more. Ideas flowed freely inside of your mind, anything for this to work.

With these being on her wrist, they had to be incredibly durable. Once a hunter, always hunter. They would be put under great distress due to her everyday routine.

The wire used to keep the rocks secure was the strongest one you could find within a reasonable price and at the nearest market. Though, you used one of the young bloods to retrieve it for you for a small price. But, you had to use what you get your hands on without Gawtin knowing. You could be resourceful yourself.

You set to grueling work of designing a bracelet that could hopefully hold up to any added stress. A thick, durable band was used to tie the rocks to. The wire themselves were difficult to for around the rocks with no heat source to soften the metal. You did your best in the moment.

Before you on the wooden desk table, sat two bracelets, large in diameter but could also be tightened or loosen if need be. Again, you didn’t have her measurements on hand.

As a breath of relief left your lips, you heard the front door open then close. Even in the near dead silent house, you couldn’t pick up on the footsteps of the lumbering giant. Just one slab of metal kept the two of you away from each other.

Both of your hands began to shake. This was your one and only chance to fix this. You took in a lung filling inhale, leveled your chin, and grabbed your three items off of the desk. Your feet marched their way over to the door. It opened a second after you pressed the need button.

In the small kitchenette stood the goddess of your life. Qui’oky was at her feet and holding onto his mother’s leg. But when he saw you exit the art room, he made a noise of excitement and waddled over to you. You bend down and scooped him off of the ground. He would’ve climbed you to get into your arms if you hadn’t. You couldn’t wait for him to get older…

Timidly, you stepped over into the edge of the kitchen, eyes pointing downwards at the ground. A submissive position you hoped would be please her.

“Gawtin,” you called out softly then picked up your gaze to find her purple eyes already on you. She was lax but not letting a single ounce of emotion fall through any cracks of features. “I’m-I’m sorry. I want to start off by apologizing.”

Qui’oky grew too heavy for you to hold and got in the way. You put him back down, hoping he would loss interest in you for the moment. The prayer was answered.

The items in your hands were offered to Gawtin. The flower crown held out first. “I don’t know what way you guys apologize so I did my best. I was out all night and searched for the best because that’s all you deserve. I should’ve never said those things to you. This is my home. I want to be here. You never took me, I wanted to come with you.”

The bracelets were shown to Gawtin next. “And… and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else besides here, with you. I love you so damn much. More than I could ever speak or gift to you. You are my family and so is he.” You fall to your knees and clutched the gifts in your hands as if you where praying. “Forgive me, please. I don’t want to leave. Please, let me stay. With you.”

It was only a small crack at first. The twitch of her gem studded brow before her walls came crashing down. Gawtin knelt down in front of you and wrapped her arms around you.

“I must apologize as well. I apologize for mocking you, for telling you to leave. This is your home. You belong with me, with us,” Gawtin whispered, voice rumbling deep in her throat as she held you close to her warm body. “I do not have excuses. I should have not taken my pent up anger out on you. That is my fault. A mistake I will not make again.”

Being in her arms was the best thing you could ever ask for. You sagged against her and sobbed into her chest. New, fresh, hot tears ran new rivets down the length of your cheeks. You did your best to encase her torso with your arms but came up short. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cried and held onto her as your lifeline. Because she is. She’s your lifeline.

Her massive hand ran up and down the length of your spine. “It is okay. Everything will be okay.”

An eternity passed until the muscles along Gawtin’s arms loosened up enough for you to pull back and look her in those beautiful purple eyes. She still kept you in her grasp, as if afraid you’ll disappeared. “Now, let me see what you have made for me, my little artist.”

In that moment, you knew everything was going to be fine. She was right. This was only a bump in the road you’ve gotten over. This is life. There will be more but as a power couple with your sweet child, you’ll make through it all. You smiled up at Gawtin through the blurry tears blocking your vision. Alien or not, you love her.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi, can I have some fluff/comfort with a bit of angst please? I have a very bad memory and am quite an anxious person. Sometimes (quite often) not remembering something makes me paranoic. I would really love to get some comfort from a Yautja (male or female, can be a specific like Gawtin or Vic'tao). Thanks!

Remembrance

Pairing: Gawtin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3688

Summary: No matter what you do, you lose something. A pencil you just had eyes on. It's gone. You get up to eat and fill up your bottles. The moment you step out of the room, the thought has been plucked from your mind. Beyond everything, you are growing with frustration. It's starting to pile up.

Author Note: I'm sooooo sorry this took so long to get to. Work has pushed my hours past what I want lately (not that I'm complaining about hours, never). It just leaves with no energy or time to write or have freetime. I will be keeping my asks closed for a little longer. I have a couple personal projects I need to finish first.

P.s. Thank you so much for letting me do Gawtin. I love writing about her!

Masterlist

Ao3

This is not beta read, sorry!

One step into the kitchen and the thought on your mind was plucked out. All you could do was staring blankly at the wooden floors. Thoughts were running wild inside of your brain. What were you doing? There was a reason you had come to kitchen. What was it? You chewed at your bottom and tasted blood. Crap, you had torn open the newly scabbed wound.

Your fingers started to twitch, buzzing with energy. With a disappointed shake of your head, you pivoted back around and marched back towards the extra bedroom. Your art room. Gawtin had gifted it to you when the supplies she had been collecting were piling up. You had felt bad for taking up more of her space in her own home. Gawtin wouldn’t let that pass though, stating this was your space as much as hers. All she wants in ‘return’ was to watch you work sometimes.

Gawtin liked to reference watching T.V. on earth. You retorted with the fact it must be a boring show to observe. She never complained. The amazement in her eyes at each stroke of your pencil or brush made you blush.

Art colorful and bland covered the walls. Some painted, others sketches. The last little bit were colored with pencils. That’s a skill you still struggled and didn’t like to put up those finished ones yet. They weren’t up to your standards.

At this point, you had even forgotten that you had forgotten what you were originally doing before leaving here. You sat heavily down in your chair once more and set down your water bottle. It squeaked underneath your weight but stayed sturdy. Another present from Gawtin, the goddess herself.

Said yautja had left earlier, closely after the morning sun had breached the horizon. Rosy, soft fingers spreading out on the yellow-blue sky. Yautja Prime vastly different than earth. Even when the sun fell below and hid away for countless hours, the forest produced a sweating heat during this season. You’ve come to feel a frustrated anger for the hot season. You weren’t built for this weather, no matter where you lived before.

Being human could have it perks out in the universe. When it came to adapting, you did that well. A biting cold, a jacket would do you good. This heat though. A swim in the lake nearby could cool you, if it wasn’t for your ankles getting bitten off a danger. Come to Yautja Prime where everything wanted to kill you and more!

Don’t kid yourself though. Yautja Prime was extraordinary in its own way. It’s not as diverse to biomes as earth. It holds a constant warm climate over everyone, gripping it in a tight grasp. The humidity was horrible. You’ve taken a trip to Hawaii before. This didn’t compare to that. In the end you wouldn’t trade being here than being back on your planet.

Your stomach growled and twisted. Hungry? How were you hungry? When was the-you were going to the kitchen for food! And to fill up on your water bottle. How in the world were you alive at this point with forgetting things like that? Important things as well.

Some days you wondered if Gawtin truly likes you or a small part of her thundering heart pities you. Maybe she thinks of you like Qui? Small, frail, weak. Nothing more, just to protect you from the harsh world you live in. Well, now it was the universe. You shook your head though to clear those thoughts and stood up from the chair. The once discard bottle returned your hand.

The kitchen was midsize. It fit well in Gawtin’s dwelling. Not too big nor too small. A portion had been changed to fit for more variety for yourself. You smiled at the reminder of how much she loved you before going to the fridge for water.

Unlike Gawtin herself, you’re unable to drink straight from the spring nearby. You learned that the first few days you were here. Never. Again. That was one day you wished to perish to the depths of hell and never come back. Worst of all, it was embarrassing. Right in front of Gawtin. But like the steady Yautja she is, she didn’t waver. She just fretted over you, questioning what had happened. One day you hate to recall.

So, Gawtin retrieved a water purifier just for you. It’s design similar to those back home. Praise the lord. You filled up the metal bottle you had and scanned through the fridge. The goddess herself hadn’t let you know when she would return. It couldn’t be long since she left Qui for a nap. She trusted you to care for the child but knew it could overwhelm you at points. God, you loved that alien so much.

The door was closed with your hip once an assortment of berries in a bowl had been chosen. Nothing poisonous, that you’ve learned of yet. You strolled back towards the art room when you heard the front door slide open.

Instinctually, you twirled around to face the known form at the door. There, in all of her glory, stood Gawtin. Not a thing was out of place on her. Perfect, as always. “Hey, love!” you greeted and changed your path to move towards her. Said alien moved into the dwelling and spread her out.

If you were Yautja, you would take offence at the dominate display. You weren’t though. You bounded over to her and embraced her. Gawtin returned not a second later the action and purred. “It is good to see you, artful one,” she said, voice vibrating with her purrs. She gave one last squeeze then released you. “Hmm, those a good choice for a snack.”

That sparked an idea inside of you cranum. You plucked one of the berries from the bowl and held it up to her. With a skill that takes years to master, she pinches the round fruit from your hands and eats it. How she is able to do that? You have no clue.

.

The pencil. Gone. Poof! Where had it gone? One moment it was in your hands. The next, gone from sight and mind. You had just set it down. It had to be right here, on your desk. You had set it down for one second to grab something else. Now it was gone. A groan vibrated your ribcage as you slid down awkwardly in the comfortable chair.

Why does this happen to you? It keeps happening too. One day… it’s going to escalate. One day, it’s going to be a damn pencil. The next, the child. Said child was more than happy on his spot next to you.

Similar to a cat, you created a blanket nest he loves to curl up in and watch you. Those eyes, just like his father, observed every move made. Maybe one day, he’ll have a little artistic side like yourself. It’ll be overpowered by his mother’s side of hunting and learning to survive. But one day, you would love to see what can create with his hands.

Qui clicked something, small mandibles tapping one another. This drew your attention fully down to him, painting, food, and water discarded. “Wassup, kiddo?” you questioned. He was you responsibility for the moment. His mother placed that into your hands to care for him. Plus, a tiny part of your brain saw him as your own kid. You won’t bring that up, ever. You don’t want to confuse or ruin the little family you had going on here.

All he did in response was garble baby talk at you. You snorted with a shake of your head, unable to understand a lick of what he had said. Almost two years of learning of Yautja for yourself and it did nothing to save you in this situation. “Okay then. Have you seen my pencil though? It has decided to disappear.”

Those big eyes of his stare deep into your soul. Hmm, right. No translator either for him. He has listened to you and Gawtin speak in English, but he first needs to learn Yautja. You made motion with your hands as if you were drawing or writing. This seemed to connect the dots inside of his head. Qui-oky brough up a stubby hand to the side of his head and patted. This confused you. Well, you should save, you must’ve puzzled the child with the motion.

When you seemed to not understand him, he reinforced the patting then pointed past you, by your head. Dumbfounded, you turned to see what Qui was motioning towards. As you turned, he screeched with frustration. Your head whipped back down to him, brows heavily furrowed. What in the world?! You’ve only heard him make that noise twice.

With a grumble, the kid stood up on wobbly legs and stumbled over to you. His tiny hands grasped at the clothing on your legs and pulled. It took you a moment to realize he wanted up. You helped him in your lap. Qui unsteadily stood up and tugged on something tucked on top of your ear. That’s when it hit you, hard.

The pencil. It was right there. The whole time. Your lips pressed together as you chewed at the inside of your cheek. With all of your efforts, you were able to stop tears from springing to life.

Qui held the pencil in front of you with a knowing look that you easily read: ‘I was trying to tell you this whole time’. Out of the years of your life, this was one of the most embarrassing times you have ever experienced. A heavy, hot blush raced up from your neck, all the way to the tips of you ears. “Th-thanks, Qui,” you mumbled and grasped the pencil.

Once he believed you could be left with the pencil, he carefully clambered down. The small Yautja returned to his blanket bed and pulled a pelt over him.

It left you stumbling about with your trembling emotions. In the moment, all you could do was peer at the piece of wood and graphite in your shaking hand. How could you fail so hard with simple tasks? Every. Single. Day.

Forgetting to eat. A normal person wouldn’t do that. Or drinking. How could anyone forget to do that? You. You could. An object gets placed down, for just a second and its lost to the voids of the universe. Like this damn pencil. But that’s not all you’ve lost and found – or not. Canvases, brushes, paint, books, etc. The list could go on and on and on.

Your bottom lip wobble. Your eyes burned. No! You weren’t going to cry. You’re stronger than that. Get over it. Any words of encouragement you gave to yourself wasn’t working. With a push harder than you meant to you, you stood up from your chair and marched out of the room. Moving was good. It helped you work out buzzing nerves.

In most cases.

Not this time.

It felt like moving just made your shaking worse. Why was it so hard to remember things? Such a simple thing part of human life and you can fucking do that. And the kid. You fully heartily knew he didn’t mean any harm but it pushed you over the edge.

All of this was piling over the course the day. Probably the course of the month. This had been getting worse lately. For what reason, you had no clue. It kept nagging at you each time you had remembered what had been forgotten. Such a failure. What was Gawtin thinking when she had to help or see you like this? Forgetting easy things around the house. A cup left in the wrong place. A pelt tucked away somewhere you never had put it.

The front door slides open. Your pacing – one creating a hole into the ground – stopped at the sound. Your head whipped to find the goddess in green standing in the doorway. Those vibrant purple eyes already locked onto the moment she was revealed. Your heart stuttered at the sight of her, haloed by the bright, harsh sun that beats down on this planet.

Her predatory eyes softened. It was like she could read your mind and emotions. She knew what was happening before she even saw you. Her long bottom mandibles clicked against one another, nothing of words. “Tressure.” You don’t know what happened but you flinched as if Gawtin had raised a threatening paw. Your shoulders drew up, face twisted with fear. Why? You had no answer.

A sound you’ve never made heard her make pierced through the tense air. She had whined. Not even when the two of you had sex, has she ever made that noise. You kept that pathetic position, unable to look your lover in the eye. How could you? You were a failure at the most easiest things that you human. Can’t do anything right with your life.

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked and played with the hem of your shirt. It was pointless to hold back a dam worth of tears. The walls crumbling underneath the weight. Tears poured down your face and dropped onto the tile floor. “I’m sorry.” It’s all you could say.

The air shifted with movement. Carefully placed steps stalked their way over to you before stopping right in front of you. There was no other person besides her.

Pads of well worn fingers softly scrapped against the skin of your cheek. You fought against her, not wanting her to see the shame and embarrassment that painted your face. Gawtin always won.

With your eyes still closed -not daring to look her in the eye, you easily felt that heavy, piercing gaze settled on you. The course scaled on her thumb grazed the length of your cheek bone. It felt like it slowly softening you up, coaxing you to open up for the goddess.

And it was working.

“My artist, look at me,” she gently demanded of you. The last of your resistance flowed from your veins, vanished with her words. Kind eyes filled with love and concern peered closely at you. Your heart and breath quickening at first. A dreadful fear filling your body from head to toe. An unreasonable reaction to your goddess in green.

“There you are. What is the matter?” she questioned, usually gruff voice quieted with her demeanor. Your eyes darted away, finding anything and everything to look at. Gawtin’s other massive paw joined on the other side of your face. You sagged into the feeling, relishing in the comfort that settled into your bones. It fought against the terror in your veins. “My ooman, I need you to tell me your problems. I will requifiy them.”

By the grace of god, you loved her so fucking much. Her words soothed over you like a warm shower, washing away every bad feeling inside of you. “I-I,” you take a deep breath in, hold it, then released it. “I can’t do anything right,” you finally relented, letting your greatest fault be known to her. Not that she didn’t know already.

This took the Yautja by surprise. She jerked her head back, trinkets and jewelry attached to her tresses slapping against her back and chest. Her mandibles spread out in displeasure. Then, Gawtin started to push at you, crowding you with her massive body towering over you. Soon, your back met the wall, pressed up against with some of Gawtin’s weight.

“No.” Stern. Firm. There was no arguing with the tone she used. One, a mother would use on their child. “Do. Not. Say. That.”

Heartbreak. Gawtin felt a whirlwind of emotions sweep through her body. Yet, her main focus was settled on you. Always on you. She desperately needed to know why you were thinking that way. What had happened while she was gone and fix it. She couldn’t bare to see you like this, broken and upset.

You kept your mouth shut, closed without a sound. Your eyes set on her only. It was fear that paralyzed you once more but not because of her. Never because of her. You don’t know why you were scared but it held you in a tight grip, unable to move or make a noise. It left you trembling in her hold, pressed against the cool wall.

“Why do you think that?” First, assess the situation. Figure out the roots of the problem and work your way up. It broke her mighty heart to see you like this, shaking worse than a leaf. You bit at your bottom lip, kneading it between dull teeth. “You know you can tell me anything, tressure.”

From the bottom of your heart, you desperately knew that. All the time. She was here for you. Caring and keeping an eye on you. “I… things. I can’t remember where I put things. I set it down and poof, it’s gone forever. Why do you keep me around if I can-“ a course palm settled over your lips, silencing you from saying anymore.

“I bear my heart to you,” she said and ended with your name. That caught your attention. She rarely says it. It was always terms of endearment or others. “I adore having you around. It feels lonely, empty in my heart when you are not nearby. I ache for your presence. Do you understand?” Gawtin removed her hand from your mouth to let you speak.

With a drop of hesitance entering your veins, you dipped your head. “That is my answer. You’re my answer to everything, artful one. You color my life with your love, making me realize that I need you. Forever.” Your bottom lip wobbled again, fresh tears filling your eyes. Her words… They way she spoke. How can she just say that?

“Would you like for me to make an appointment for a healer? They could find solutions to the reason on why you forget so much. And, my ooman, it is okay to forget things. Please don’t get frustrated with yourself. Come to me and we can figure it out. Together.” Gawtin backed off, relenting the pressure that pressed you into the wall. “It is okay to be okay.”

And that’s all you needed to hear.

Tears flowed freely down the length of your cheeks before dropping down to the floor. Gawtin used her thumbs to wipe away a majority of the salty water. “What would you like to do, artful one,” she questioned, voice continuing to low and soft. It felt like it was a brush soothing over the shell of your ear.

“I really want to cuddle, right now,” you answered, eyes darting to the side.

Gawtin dipped her head, thick tresses swaying with the movement. “We can more than happily do that. Let me grab Qui. Then we can cuddle out on the couch,” Gawtin explained and pulled almost fully away from you. Her warmth stolen by the goddess herself.

Your eyes widened. The kid. Qui! Shit, you’ve… forgotten. You are supposed to be watching over him, like a parent. How co- Gawtin nuzzled her temple against yours. Without words, she knew what you needed at the moment. All she needed to do was read your face and bring you from that mindset once more. She grabs at one of your hands and engulfs it with her own.

The tension that clawed through your shoulders was released, falling away like rain. Gawtin began to purr and kissed with her mandibles folded in on the back of your hand. “Qui-oky?” Then she clicked something in Yautja at the child.

Pitter-patter of bare feet slapped against the wooden floors. At the sound, an amused smile graced your chewed lips. Qui appeared in the doorway. Without stopping, he ran all the way to his mother and latched onto her leg. Yautja tumbled from his small mandibles. To you, it sounded all like baby talk. Not a word understood with yourself.

Gawtin bent down, scoop the child off of the ground, and held him in her arms. Qui leaned over to you and plucked something tucked on top of your ear. It was your pencil. He held it to you, in a similar manner compared to earlier. You pressed your lips together and took it back. “Thanks, kiddo.” Your usually soft voice towards him had turned dead. Just another reminder on how you couldn’t function like a normal person.

Out of nowhere, Gawtin grasped the pencil from him and tucked it into a pouch on her clothe belt. Her hand returned to swallow yours and tugged at you to follow her. Without complaint, you shadowed behind the behemoth that she is.

The three of you had settled on the expansive couch. Gawtin was the only one truly sitting on it. Qui had taken his spot between the two of you. You had taken roost on one of her thick, muscular thighs. Your legs straddling her own. You had snuggled underneath her chin, content with the warmth that radiated off of her heavily.

Qui-oky chose to bury himself on the same side as you into Gawtin’s side. She wouldn’t allow you to move either. The two of you stuck against her like this. Not that you were complaining.

A course finger ran up to the base of your skull before threading into your hair. You instantly sagged against her, eyes hooded over. “Good ooman,” she purred softly and scratched at your scalp carefully. Mmmm, that’s the spot. You knew she had to be mentally saying you’re so easy to mess with.

She kept you against her for an unknown amount of time. Nothing else mattered besides your little family. Each one of you had your issues, more than others. None of that mattered to any of you. Just the love that flowed in each of your veins and gulfed everyone.

You may have trouble remembering things. Misplaced items or something just disappearing out of thin air. What you will never forget is the fact that Gawtin and Qui love you with all of their hearts and more.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Okay!

Gawtin x female reader

Reader doesn’t have the best experiences with flames, due to a accident, somehow their home manages to catch on fire, while Gawtin was away, and reader risks her life it to protect the little one, gaining a bad burn mark in the end

(I don’t remember Gawtin Childs name 😥)

Fighting the Impossible

Pairings: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 2864

Summary: A day like any other. Gawtin is out during a hunt for dinner. You are left with Qui'oky and happily watch over the little one in your care. Yet, when danger strikes, your worst enemy, you have to act. Fast.

Author Note: My inbox has already gotten pretty full! I'm going to try to knock some out this weekend since I do have it off. I can't believe you forgot about little Qui'oky! Such a sweetie! (I'm just joking! I'm having to have things written down to remember somethings in my stories now. There's so much going on now!)

P.s. It's my birthday! I'm one year older. Yay! (I got called old by the teenagers at work a couple of days ago. I'm sad now.)

Masterlist

Ao3

One thing about living on an alien planet with a different atmosphere is the weather. The jungle takes up a vast majority of Yautja Prime. It spans on this continent from ocean to ocean practically. With the jungle, comes varying weather. Like now.

A lightning storm had sudden sprouted to life an hour after Gawtin had left. This was nothing new. Plenty of storms have rolled through with little issues. The cottage like house was built sturdy, just like a Yautja. It has held for plenty of years. There was no reason to fret.

Qui’oky waddled around the house, chasing something imaginary. Similar to human children, they have an imaginary mind. It was adorable while the little one played in his own mind, making things up as he went. He would babble in Yautja. You tried to listen to the words but only a mother could understand what he was saying.

A gentle smile graced your features when the child came racing around the corner. You had to catch him before he ran straight into your knees. “Whoa, kiddo!” You picked up Qui’oky and sat him down on your hip. “What’s happening, Oky?” The toddler blabbered the same nonsense before and reached for your face.

With his arms open, you dive into his chest and blow raspberries. He squeals and writhes in your grasp. You keep it up until your lungs are out of air. Then, he’s set back down on the ground. Qui’oky looked at you for a moment before returning his fully sprint waddle around the main area of the house. You laughed to yourself and shook your head. The kid was adorable, it was hard not to.

You walked into the kitchen and pulled some dried meat. Gawtin has told you the name of the creature before. After so many different names of the Yautja species, it was starting to remember which was which. Yautja Prime was extremely diverse with so many subspecies and whatnot. Don’t get you started on the ocean itself.

The meat was delicious. Gawtin is a great cook and loves to pamper with whatever is the catch for the week or day. You find yourself in the living room again, on a spacious couch meant for a Yautja, not a human. A very light, breathable blanket was pulled onto your lap. It would be too hot for a normal blanket.

A sketch pad and pencil were pulled onto your lap as well. After a long day of reading and drawing, you decided the best way to treat yourself is to… draw some more. With snacks, of course. You hum away, pencil in hands, as you planned out a painting to defeat the next you were feeling it.

Ideas poured out onto the page. The storm outside only grew worse and worse. Trees shuttered and groan with powerful gusts against window. Sheets of rain battered the windows, attempting to break down the glass. In the house that Gawtin built long ago, it stood mighty strong, like the Yautja herself.

Thunder cracked like a whip outside and caused the walls to tremble and shake. You jolted at the first sounds of the storm. Qui’oky stopped his running and glanced over at you, gauging your reaction. Like Gawtin has taught you, you steeled your nerves immediately. A strong façade falling upon your features the second he looked at you. You weren’t scared of the storm but if he saw you jump, he’ll follow in your footsteps. To be a strong hunter, that was a bad trait.

Hesitantly, Oky started up his run again. His bright blue eyes were on you for a few more seconds before he fully focused on whatever played in his mind. You were more than relieved. If he had started to cry, it wouldn’t be until Gawtin returned from her hunt that he would quiet down. Gawtin says he’s spoiled because of you. She does little to stop you though. Maybe a little human in him won’t hurt. It could make him into a better hunter in the end.

When another roar of thunder rolled through the jungle, you were more prepared for it. Oky’s blue gaze snapped over to you but found you undisturbed, eating at the jerky. He was quicker to return to his game. You continued to doddle away through your sketch book. Different eyes popping in your mind.

All these ideas have been boiling for some time. You had lost the motivation to draw as of late. Today, it feels like the switch had been flipped.

As the page filled, more cracks and roars filled the electrified air. Your nervousness entered the air as well. Gawtin was out there, baring the brunt of the storm. The hunt had to have been cancelled. No animal would stay out in this kind of weather. No matter what creature on this planet.

The end of your pencil was covered in bite marks. Your focus drifted off of the current page to gaze out one of the windows.

Being this far inland, you don’t believe this was hurricane. The weather was ferocious but it was unheard of a hurricane or tropical storm to get this far into the jungle. You continued to gnaw on the eraser while your eyes tracked the weather.

Some time later, close to nightfall, the rain finally relented. That’s when Oky climbed up next to you on the couch and snuggled against your side. The sweet child chittered and yawned. His own day had been long and tiring. Those imaginary friends won’t chase themselves.

All the hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your stomach dropped to the floor. An instinct Gawtin helped hone blared a loud alarm. You were on your feet and hauled the child with you the moment it happened. Your gaze pinned on a window. Something was wrong.

Qui’oky whined and writhed in your grasp, demanding to be put down. The parent instinct in your to protect the child bared its head. You held onto him tightly, still watching closely.

Smoke. White smoke. Barely visible with the dying suns. But you always know the signs of smoke, the signs of a fire.

You were rooted to the spot, breath caught in your throat. It took Oky’s claws into your arm to get your attention.

Fire!

The only thing on your mind was to run. Protect the child. You tightened your arms around Oky and began to sprint towards the door. It was ripped open, slamming into the hidden pocket with a loud bang. You were out of the dwelling the very next second, forcing yourself to dash out of there.

In the air, the heavy smell of smoke was pungent. It took everything in you not to freeze on the spot. Memories flashed behind your eyes, reminding you how deadly a fire could be. You knew the dangers of what a fire could do.

That day, you had lost everything. Everything.

Today, you wouldn’t allow harm to touch Oky.

Qui’oky was heavy. The two year old was bigger than a human toddler. At least a foot taller and thirty pounds heavier. The adrenaline in your veins was powerful. It pushed you past your limits as tree flew past you. Foliage was nothing but a green blur in your vision. All you knew was to get away.

Bziut-ty’s small cottage came into view. You were on the verge of skidding to a stop to make sure Gawtin’s sister wasn’t inside when you spotted her form ahead of you on the trail. The older Yautja’s eyes found yours, relief flooding them. She had been helping another person in the village. Two children were hanging off of her hips.

The large female motioned with her head to follow her. You instantly race up to her, already panting.

“Where’s Gawtin?” she demands and glances over your head, finding no one following you. Gawtin’s home was the furthest from the main area of the village.

“She was out hunting,” you panted and lugged Oky back up further on your side. Your head turned back towards where the plumes of smoke were towering over the massive trees. Trees that easily rivaled the red woods back on your home planet.

Your heart dropped. The bright light of fire was gaining as the wind pushed it into your direction. You could’ve broken down at the sight. A sight that haunted your dreams and waking hours. You stumbled backwards and accidently bumped into Bziut-ty.

The brown female grunted. A dark look passed over her features. You hadn’t thought about it besides the fire. But, you trusted Gawtin. She’s skilled. This jungle is where she grew up in. There’s plenty of lakes and rivers for her to take shelter in. You had to trust in her to save herself while you did the same thing with her child.

“She’ll be fine,” you reassured Bziut-ty or else you’ll drag yourself down.

Bziut-ty’s bright eyes looked down at you. The Yautja nodded her head. She, too, knew Gawtin had the skills needed to survive the wildfire.

“We are heading to the lake. Follow us.” With that, she turned and began to race down the trail again. There were no other Yautjas. It was just the five of you. The three children, Bziut-ty, and yourself. Everyone else had already made their escape.

The lake that Bziut-ty talked about isn’t far from the village. It’s where mothers would take their young so they could learn to swim. It’s plenty large to hold everyone in the village in case of situations like this. You knew where it was. So, you followed a well known path, easily paved from thousands upon thousands walking through here.

Your heart raced, thundering in your ears with each step you took. Oky continued to get heavier and heavier, dragging you down. Bziut-ty was lost from sight, blending into the tree line. You couldn’t blame her. She had two children to look after. They may not be her own, but they where her responsibility.

One look over your shoulder had the world’s end nearing. Your jaw dropped at the sight. The fire! It was licking at your heels. The wind feeding it more and more. You gasped and tried to quicken your speed but the energy in your body was coming to an end. Sobs left your lips. Life as you know it would be gone. It would be you this time to meet your end in a fiery way.

When the path began to curve, you were forced to continue forward. Your feet left the safety of the trail. The unforgiving ground of the forest was harsh on your bare feet. Somehow, you find it in yourself to push forward.

Heat lashed at your back. The fire never leaving you alone. It was like it came back with a vengeance. It hadn’t gotten you that night and now it was back. Ready to consume you.  

This couldn’t be. Your lungs gulped down the receding oxygen in the air. Each breath getting harder to consume. Your head felt light. The little oxygen your body already fought for in the atmosphere was disappearing. But, you kept running, kept fighting. You may not be a warrior but you can still fight.

Ahead of you, you noticed a fallen tree. A young one of the massive trees that made up the jungle. The center hollowed out. That was your only hope. Your speed didn’t change. It felt like it was faltering, allowing for the fire to catch up. You pushed passed the ache in your bones, the need to stop and catch your breath. There wasn’t a chance to.

The log grew closer. You cradled Oky in one, tired arm and dove into the space barely big enough to fit the two of you. You shove Oky in front of you and forced him into the tight space.

Splinters shoved into your skin with each shuffle further into the log. You bite down the pain. Pain was fine. It meant you were still alive, still fighting not only for you life but for Oky’s as well. The poor toddler was sobbing due to your rough handling and the splinters that were intruding into his flesh as well.

His cries didn’t die out. He was alive. He was okay. He has to be. You wouldn’t allow the fire take anymore. It could take the house. That can be rebuilt. But you won’t let it take Gawtin or Oky from you. No more.

As the fire roared over you, your felt the sweltering heat lick at your back. The inside of the log barely able to protect you from the embers following you. It made it hard to breath. You were on the verge of passing out. The lack of oxygen finally catching up. Your body could no longer fight.

A stinging burn on your back is the first thing you awoke to. You hissed and squirmed only to freak out when there was limited space. Your eyes snapped open to find the space dark, barely any light filtering in behind you. Through the darkness, you spotted a familiar form softly napping. Your fingers brushed against his cheek. He was alive.

Relief flooded you. You sagged in your sitting position and started to sob. The fire. It hadn’t won this time.

The worst of it was over but now, you had to get out of here. You patted at Oky’s cheek until his eyes fluttered open. “Hey, sweetie. We need to move. Your mom is probably out looking for us.” If she survived.

No. She had to. You couldn’t lost her too.

Oky groaned and weakly sat up. “Mama?” he babbled in Yautja. You nodded your head with a timid smile. “I hungy.” A light snort escaped you. Food was the last thing on your mind.

The two of your began to crawl backwards. Both your knees and elbows ached terribly. Splinters had made their way into your skin. It hurt to move. All you wanted to do was pass out again but you forced yourself to stand up on the outside of the log.

Destruction met your vision. The jungle around you was ash, black and white. It was dead silent, as the jungle mourned over the loss of its lush green foliage and towering trees. You glanced up to find the tops of the trees mostly fine. Some were lucky, others weren’t.

Oky stopped on the edge of the log to find the same sight. “Oh no,” he muttered and looked he was about to sob again. His home had been wiped out in a single night. You solemnly scooped the kid up and hoisted him onto your hip. He felt heavier than ever. But the ground… you didn’t know if there still hotspots. You would happily take the burn over him.

Both of you started the long trip back home. Your heart directed you where to go as if it knew where the ashes of your home once laid. You could cry at the sight.

When you reached the outskirt of the village, you saw the burnt down homes of families or other Yautjas. You noticed some of them had come back to salvage what they could. None of them you knew personally. So, you continued on, pushing towards the last house on the trail.

Bziut-ty’s home was gone, just like the rest. The female hadn’t been one of the ones to stand outside of her lost house. She survived. She had to.

It wasn’t much longer until you came upon the ashes of a place you once called home. There, on path right before the house, stood an all too familiar form. Your legs nearly faulted underneath you, staggering only a few more feet before they gave out.

Pain shot through you. Every injury on your body jerking from the fall. A broken cry left your lips. Tears clawed at your eyes and fell down your cheeks, leaving behind sticky trails.

Gawtin’s head snapped over at you. Then, the green giant was upon you in a moment’s notice. She knelt down in front of you, hands cupping your dirty cheeks. Her mandibles move quickly, chittering to you and Oky. You weakly offer her child to her, your arms ready to give out. There was no need to be strong anymore. Not with Gawtin right in front of you to carry you.

You cried. Hard. The pain. From your home turned into ashes before your very eyes, to the burns that stung on your back, to the splinters embedded into your skin. You placed a hand on her thigh to lean on her, sobbing uncontrollable. Gawtin scooped your up in her free arm and held you close to.

Purrs poured from her throat. “It is okay, little artist. You are okay. You both are,” she soothed in deep rumble of a voice. Your arms shook as your wrapped them around her neck, securing yourself to her. She lifted you a little higher with her arm under you and tugged closer as well.

Everyone was alive. Everything will be okay. Homes could be rebuilt. People lost couldn’t. Your family was okay.

[yaut-jaknowit]

So somehow Gawtin or her human lover get ahold of a strap on :3

False Control

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Strap on, wlw, lesbian sex, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 3926

Summary: Gawtin comes to you with a silicone dildo. She wants you to use it on her. The first time you are able to fuck her the way she deserve. Despite her allowing you to top her, she's always in control.

Author Note: I know I say this every time but I love our girl Gawtin. Sexy motherfucker who could twist off my head and I'll thank her. Also, I didn't know who was suppose to use it so I took the chance to write about our goddess getting dicked down.

P.s. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to close asks. I didn't expect nearly thirty to be sitting in my inbox right now. Plus, I'm falling behind in my writing right now. Work has been rough with summer coming and people fucking calling out. So fun.

Masterlist

Ao3

In your hand, the silicone was heavy and thick. A concerned look passed over your features when you glanced up at Gawtin. “This is the average size for a male?” you exclaimed, eyes darting between the fake phallus and those gorgeous purple eyes of hers. Gawtin had given you this after visiting the market today. The two of you have been talk about getting an item like that.

One of her upper mandibles lifted with a smirk. “Yes.” She bent at the waist to pinch your chin between her thick digits. “And that does not even include the knot.” Your eyes widened. You had forgotten that small detail. Males had a knot… part of their breeding and such.

Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth, eyes raking down her form you knew so well but loved just the same. “I wish I could knot you,” you uttered softly into the air, dazed by checking your green Yautja out.

The grasp on your chin tightened and tugged you towards her. Her warm breath fanning over your face. “Is that so?” All you could do was just nod with your eyes softening. Her long, skinny tongue darted out and teased your lips for a second. “You will not be able to but you have a chance for something else,” she purred with a hint to why she bought that.

It’s the classic Qui-oki visiting his aunty again for the night. Bziut-ty knows the drill by now. Every time you left her dwelling after dropping Oki off, a heavy blush burned your cheeks. Yet, the sister to Gawtin was nonchalant about it. She happily took Qui-oki for the night with no complaints.

You attempted to wrap your fingers around the base of the shaft but came up short. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?” you couldn’t help but question. This thing would tear you into two without any preparation. For her, it seems like she could take it with little foreplay into the mix. No matter what, you would still do at least some foreplay. If not for her sake, for yours to make you feel more at ease before shoving this massive thing inside of her.

Gawtin chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I am more than sure, artful one. I want you to watch as it splits me open and I take it fully in. I cannot wait to see that look of surprise on your face.” She grinned and released her hold on your chin with a last kiss.

“Well… if you’re sure,” you trailed off and glanced down the hardwood floors of the house. Gawtin patted your head.

“Do you want to test it now?” Your head snapped to look up at her towering form.

“Like, right now?” It was stupid to question her like that but you couldn’t believe she was wanting to do that now. She just bought it. Well, that’s true. She did just buy it. Who doesn’t want to try a new toy the day you received it.

The forest green Yautja snorted and stepped further into your personal space. A space always welcomed for her. One of her hands splayed across a large portion of your back and pushed you to her. “Yes, this very second.”

Both of you were into your shared bedroom in less than a second. A giddy smile gracing your feature to hide your nerves. Despite her attempt to cool your anxiety, but the fact this thing was massive in your hands… you thought it was going to hurt her. Though, she does a little pain, biting and scratching are always welcomed.

The yellow toy was set on the bed. You stood before her, still fully clothed. Something Gawtin was going to fix. She hooked a claw on the strap of your tank top and pulled on it. Though, she could easily tear it off of you and replace it just the same, she gave you the option to remove it yourself. You raised a brow, eye flickering down to her own clothing.

“Honey, I think it’s you that needs to strip,” you pointed out, nearly demanding your mate to strip before you. Every time, you loved the sight of her muscles and even slightly pronounced breasts from breastfeeding Qui-oki.

Gawtin had to teach you a lesson. The massive female grabbed a handful of the clothe and ripped it straight off of your torso. You didn’t expect less from her and gave the green Yautja a deadpanned look. She ignored it by lowering herself onto her knees and cupping one of your freed breasts now. “I prefer to see you bare and at my will,” she purred and bowed her head to lick at your pebbled nipple. A low groan sounds from the back of your throat.

Your jaw drops at the feeling. “Gawtin, please. Be nice and strip for your mate,” you pleaded with the stubborn female. You saw the fire in her eyes flicker to life. Her tongue trailed up, followed by her lower mandibles up to the vulnerable column of your throat. They carved a path till your jawline before slipping off. You shuttered, body covered in goosebumps.

“Hearing you beg is Paya’s grounds,” she whispered against your ear, tongue ghosting over the shell of you ear. “Be good and ask properly.”

Now, you were beginning to pant, even with the light, little touches she gave to you. With your brows furrowed and lip pushed out, you up at her. “Gawtin, I want to see your body. I’ll be good. I promise. I want to fuck you. You’re so pretty. I want to see you take this dildo. Will you let me?” you rambled and your beautiful mate a look you knew she couldn’t resist.

“That is a good little ooman,” she praised and tapped your cheekbone with a claw. “All you need to do is ask sweetly, just like that.” Gawtin stood back up and stripped her body of any clothing.

Dumbly, all you could do was stand watch each piece of clothing fall away. It was like the first day you saw her naked. Adoration sparkled in your eyes even after the last article was placed to the side. “God, you’re my pretty woman,” you muttered and reached out to squeeze her hips. Your head only reaching her midriff, shoulders level with her hips.

She snorts and motions her head over to the bed. “Get the harness on, artful one. I’ll help adjust,” she ordered with a soft tone but you knew to listen to her. You padded over to the end fo the bed and found the item she told you about.

A black, simple harness that’s been modified for someone of your smaller stature and to fit the tank of a dildo she wants. It was simple enough to pull it up and secure it to your hips. Gawtin’s warm hands helped to tighten the harness so it wouldn’t fall off nor was it too tight. The toy itself was secured as well to the designated spot.

Your hand wraps what you can around the base and gave the firm silicon a few strokes. Your lover lies down on the bed and spreads her legs. You follow after her and kneel between her legs, eyes softly gazing at her. “Can I warm you up, my pretty warrior?” you asked with a hopeful gaze.

The Yautja raised a brow at you, letting the tension build up between you two. Then, her massive head dipped down in permission. You silently cheered and bent down, face to her exposed cunt. Though this wasn’t your first time, you still took in the sight.

Alien, but in a good way. Three clits, though longer than usual. You’ve learned they can grow up to two inches long when aroused. The folds themselves are ribbed and even inside are too. Definitely alien. And you loved it.

Softly, you wrapped your lips around the top clit, the biggest of the three. One of your thumbs runs a path along what would be considered the labia. The pad ghosting over the nubs that lined her entrance. Gawtin’s thighs tensed but refused to clamp down on your head, taking your fragile self into consideration. You lightly suckled on the sensitive nub you pulled into your mouth and ran your tongue over the flushed skin.

Her breath hitched while watching you, resting on her elbows. “Keep going, little one. Do not stop,” she commanded, voice in between soft and firm. Gawtin rolled her hips slightly against your face, your thumbpad teasing her nubs harder. You took it as a sign to press against the little sensitive bumps harder. She responded the way you expected her. A short growl escaped her throat. “That’s it.”

From the top clit, you moved to the one on the bottom left. That drew a soft sound from your mate. Her thighs flexed at your sides, barely moving any closer to you. You dipped a thumb just past her entrance to dampen the fingertip. The moist digit glides across the bumps easier, gaining a pace you she enjoyed.

The clit was released once it was flush with blood. For the first time, you tongued at her entrance and tasted her again. Your muscle scooping up what was possible and drinking in her taste. Such deliciousness that couldn’t be contested. You hummed, eyes hooding over, and returned to finishing the last clit. Her sweetness makes it hard to focus on one thing at a time. You just wanted to dive back in and consume the taste she created.

As you sucked, you slipped two fingers, just the size of one her own, into her. Her strong muscles rippled around your digit, trying to suck it in more. You stopped at the knuckle and kept your hand vertical. With those two fingers, you find a well defined ribbed area and push.

Gawtin growled lowly in her throat, muscles throbbing around your fingers. God, you loved that sound and the feeling. You continued to rub a small circle around the area and returned to loving on the first bud. It slightly twitched in your mouth, at it’s full length at this point.

“You know me so well, little one. Know all my spots. Such a good little artist,” she cooed, head rolling back and neck fully exposed. You hummed around her clit and sent vibrations up the length of her spine. Her thighs pressed against the sides of your head before pulling back. “Paya, you are playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that.” You smirked silently to your self and started to pump your fingers. Another finger added to the ring.

It barely did anything to stretch her out. Your hand being too small for the job. That didn’t bother more than did it worry you instead. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her in a bad way. You added your last finger inside of her and kept pumping away.

Her arousal began to leak down the swell of her cheeks as you drew it out from her. You abandoned her throbbing buds to dip down and lick up what spilled. Your hand was withdrew from her and was replaced with your mouth. The taste of her returning to your tastebuds. A hum sounding from your pleased state.

In such a state, you didn’t even realize your hips were rutting against the mattress until you felt her hand on your hip. They stilled under her touch; breath caught in your throat. Your own slick was starting to drip down the inside of your thighs. The scent mingling with hers.

The hand slips more from your hip and towards your entrance. You mewled with her fingertips ghosted over your dripping folds and swiped up some of your arousal up. Gawtin brough it up to her mouth and licked off the sticky substance staining them. You shuttered and doubled down on her, tongue scooping what you could at the source.

Your mouth returns to her sensitive clits, hand diving back to rub at the spot deep inside of her. Gawtin’s walls started to pulse around your hand. Her noises gaining pitch, hips thrust harsher against your face. You severely focused on her, letting every other thought fall away besides just hurt.

With your other hand, you wrapped it around one of her thighs and pulled yourself snug with her. When her muscles clamped down on your fingers, you felt the bones creak under the strain but refused to pull back. You continued to suckle and lick at her buds, drawing out her orgasm the best you could. Your name was thrown in the mix with a magnificent whine you rarely got to hear.

Gawtin’s chest heaved with breaths as she gathered herself. You drew yourself onto your knees and placed the heavy cock on her mound. Deep down, you were excited to see this thing spilt her open, better than your fingers ever could.

When the dazed look started to fade from her eyes, you rubbed your hand over her stomach then dragged your nails down. They might be dull but she arched her back to press against them harder.

“There’s my wonderful mate. How was that?” you teased your very dominate mate. She growled that ended into a purr and exposed her throat to you. “Are you okay to continue? We-“

One of her hands lashed out and grabbed your throat. A soft yet firm grasp to keep you from pulling away. Gawtin pushed up to rest on her hand instead of her elbow to lean closer to your face. “If you do not put that thing into me now…” she trailed off, leaving open the threat. You couldn’t help but snort, knowing where she was coming from. All the times she’s teased you before coming to mind.

“If you let go of my neck, I can see what I’m doing.” There was just a hint of a snark in your words. One that Gawtin let slip past for the moment. She let go at your words. A smile was giving to her. You gazed down and lined up the pointed head of the yellow dildo at her entrance.

The fire in her eyes could rival the sun’s heat itself. Her desire heavy and thick in the air. You timidly pushed the head past her folds, watching as she consumed it. Gawtin’s cunt starting to stretch to accommodate the toy. Fuck, this was a sight you never knew you needed to see.

Each inch pushed deeper into her, you met no resistance, even when you hilted inside of her. A tiny part of you wished to feel what it would be like to have her wrapped around a real cock. “You look so beautiful stretched around my cock, Gawtin. You don’t understand what this does to me,” you admitted, raptured by the sight before you. You never thought this day would ever come.

She was back on her elbows and kept that sense of dominate aura around her. A soft look passed over her features. “Oh, I do know what you mean, little one. Every time I use my fin-ah,” she gasped when you pulled out and thrusted fully back in. “You sneaky little brat.” Her voice hardened. You smirked.

“You were saying?” With this tiny lick of dominance, you were acting like you had the whole universe in the palm of your hand. Her hand flicked out and wrapped around your throat all over again. Your thrusting stopped, eyes widening at the show of dominance over you. Again, she’s in charge.

Gawtin pulls you closer to her face. “When I stretch you with my fingers alone, you are a squirming, pleading mess underneath me,” she finished what she was originally going to say. You shuttered, your empty pussy clenching around nothing. “So, you better fuck me good, little one.” Her wish is your command. You rapidly nodded your head to get her to release your throat.

Thankfully, she did. Your hands grasp at her hips and pull back your own. A mix of her arousal and your saliva coating the toy. You shoved the entire length back into her, watching as it disappeared. You groaned lowly in the back of your throat and started up a pace. One of your thumbs moved to run tight circles around her top clit, still wet from your mouth earlier. Her walls tightened around the dildo.

“Paya’s grace, you know what you are doing,” she moaned and watched as you fucked her, eyes glued to the yellow toy moving in and out of her. “Tilt… tilt your hips down, little one.” Every little sound and word she made you soaked in. Instantly, you listened to her and angled your hips down to drive the head towards the ground.

Her abs flexed when you hit something your fingers could never reach. “That is it. Right-right there.” In the heat of moment, you accidentally sped up your thrusts, the praise making you lightheaded. “Slow. Slow down.” You whined an apology and returned to your former speed.

An array of sounds echoed back at you in the privacy of her room. The slapping of skin on skin; her keens; your pants. You bite your bottom lip to keep some of your control in check. Your finger continuously rubbing at her sensitive nerve endings.

Sweat pooled on your forehead. Though you felt your energy depleting, you were driven by determination to get her come. You wanted to leave a good impression on her so she’ll let you do this more often. You bowed down, keeps still angled down to rub against the sweet spot inside of her. “Shit, Gawtin. You don’t understand… how much I love you,” you rambled and gave her the sweetest eyes you could pull.

In her orbs, you saw something shift. But you had no time to prepare for when the scenery changed. You gasped after finding yourself on your back and staring up at Gawtin. The giant straddled your hips easily and positioned herself over the toy. Her body slammed down and engulfed the dildo back inside of her. She moaned, head bowed and began to ride the strap on still attached to your hips. Gawtin easily trapped both of your hands in hers and pinned them to bed. Her entire frame leaned over you as she took her pleasure from you.

“Gawtin?!” you shrieked afterwards, unable to move but not in any pain. She was taking what she wants from you. She dismissed your squeak, not stopping.

Gawtin leaned down and practically shoved her tongue past your lips. Her muscle dominated yours without much of effort. You were too stunned to fight back. You moaned though, back arched off of the bed. Her free hand found its back to your exposed chest and tweaked a nipple. Gawtin pulled back and stared deeply into your eyes.

“Ah, shit!” you squeaked and keened under her touch. “This is supposed t-to be about you!” With her riding you, it still was mainly focused on her pleasure, but you wanted to be strictly zeroed in on her.

All she did was growl, the fire in her eyes bright. Your bottom lip caught between dull teeth as you attempted to reel in your noises. You didn’t dare drown out what little sounds she made. Gawtin pulled harshly on your perked nipple with a huff. A knowing look passed over her features. You kept any other words to yourself if it wasn’t praise.

Fangs dug into the skin of your throat, on the verge of spilling blood. You pulled on your hands but the Yautja refused to let go.

The teeth moved to your shoulder, holding on tight. “Good girl, Gawtin,” you cooed and tried to thrust up to meet her hips. Yet, each time she slammed down practically bounced your body back up into hers. “You gonna come? Come all over my cock inside of you?”

A pitiful whine pierced the air. Her hips slammed once more with yours before stilling. All of her muscles flexed and twitched. Pain radiating from your shoulder, her teeth lodged into your skin. Another mark to add to the pile. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Hands cupped your chin. Gawtin released her hold on you and looked at you. A smile broke across your face. “How was that, pretty girl?” you asked the goddess in a soft tone. Her face relaxed after making sure you were okay. Gawtin began to purr and rested her forehead to yours. “I think you liked that more than me.” At least you hoped so.

One of her hands left your face to touch at the bite mark on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but hiss at the pain. It wasn’t bad but definitely noticeable. “I would apologize but it will scar nicely,” she stated.

You couldn’t help the snort that left you. “I think everyone in the village knows I belong to you. Possibly the planet,” you teased her. Marking you is a favorite thing of hers. Anything to get you marked and smelling like her was her favorite. None of the males ever come up to you, especially when Gawtin is around. Expect those two times… those two males really learned a hard lesson.

Gawtin huffed before leaning up to stand on her knees. The dildo slips out of her and flops onto your stomach, covered in her essence. Before you had a chance to even think about cleaning anything, you were lifted up and off the bed. You yelped and scrambled to latch onto Gawtin. “What did I say about warning me?” She didn’t response and began to walk towards the bathroom. “Hey, I’m supposed to be one taking care of you.”

“It is my duty to care for you, little mate,” she stated. You groaned and leaned back in her hold, trusting her to keep you safe. “Complain all you want but I love caring for you.” You softened at her words and looked at her beautiful eyes.

“You’re such a big softy,” you jestered then leaned up, arms hooked around her neck to hoist you up. “You’re my big softy.” Then, you kissed her top two mandibles each. Blood still stained her inner fangs.

A purr started in her chest. The Yautja starts to run a bath for both of your sake and sets you down. You were able to strip yourself of the toy and tossed it into the sink for cleaning later.  “You never answered my question,” you brought up after the tub was filled with hot water.

She perked a brow at you. “I rode you like… like a horse into the sunset,” she responded with a smirk on her alien face. You pressed your lips together and looked away. “And you figure out your speed quickly. It was perfect. You are perfect, my little ooman.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from her shyly.

Warm water engulfed you. Gawtin sat you in her lap and wrapped her arms around. “You’ll let me go that, right?” you pleaded with a pouty look on your features. “Since I did so good.”

One of her hands stroked down your back, sending tingles along your skin. “Yes, you did earn the chance to do it in the future.”

Dominate as she is, she’ll let you have your moments of false control. You were swift to eat up each second she allotted to you.

[yaut-jaknowit]

So I saw the post about Gawtin doing anything in her power to increase the readers lifespan. So I am thinking perhaps she is researching ways on how to do that when she stumbles upon something about their blood being able to increase a humans lifespan by quite a bit. So she goes and gets permission from the council (maybe a bit of arguing cause I don't think giving blood to a ooman is looked well upon) then ya giving blood to the reader

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Forever At My Side

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2118

Summary: With your time around Gawtin, she has come to dreadful thoughts you lifespan compared to hers. You will only live at most for a hundred years. That is far too short to experience your love and passion. Gawtin sets out to find what she can do to help. This gains unwanted attention.

Author Note: This made me do some worldbuilding and I love it! We get to see who is part of Gawtin's life and hear about a city on Yautja Prime as well. Of course, the city I've created isn't part of canon. I can't find much about Yautja Prime so I just get to worldbuild about it.

Masterlist

Ao3

There are special properties within Yautja blood. Many of them helpful to other species. Yautjas are seen as a superior species among the universe. The research of what their blood could do for others has been dove into. Not deep, but enough to know.

When Gawtin came to conclusion that she wants you till the end of either of your lifespans, she calls upon a favor.

Amongst the Yautja as a whole, the scientific side is reclusive. Not many will give up their life for science, believing the hunt is everything to them. Yet, despite this group being so small compared to the amount of Yautjas alive to this day, they’ve discovery plenty. This includes their main way of travel: their spacecrafts. Or their biomasks when a planet’s atmosphere doesn’t fit their own needs. Or even for a ooman living on a planet who’s air would suffocate you. All this done by those willing to sacrifice their livelihood to further the advancement of the Yautjas.

This is where Gawtin shots a message to a scientist in Kov; a major city on Yautja Prime. Someone who owes her favor. One she’s cashing in for you. Always for you. If there’s a chance to extend your life, she’s willing to do it. Anything to keep you with her longer.

In the beginning, Gawtin knew of the risks of taking on a ooman mate. Mainly their short lifespan. That was a concern. Of course, it was. But, she’s never seen a ooman like you before. So willing to put yourself between the scum who captured and hunted her while heavily pregnant. You even killed for her, protecting her from said scum. Though, she was forever in debt to you. She’s not doing this to repay such debt. She’s doing this for you to be at her side until her heart gives out.

Until Voth-ocheb gets back to her, Gawtin has wait as the patient hunter she is. The moss green Yautja has a feeling this won’t fail her. She feels it in her blood.

On one of the many days the two of you are relaxing, you find yourself in your mate’s lap. With your butt between her thighs, legs thrown over one thigh while your back rests against the other. It’s a seat you would die for. There was nowhere better to be.

One of the advancements you were extremely happy Yautjas have was the fact you could connect with earth’s internet. Even if you were hundreds upon hundreds of light years away. It was only one tap away. You find yourself tapping away on your tablet to fill the day. Today, you didn’t feel like drawing and wanted to snuggle up to your mate until sunset. Not that Gawtin minded. Not one bit.

In the middle of her reading, she turned her head towards the front door. Someone was coming. A little unusual. Yautjas are known to be mainly solidary. You knew you would be forced to get up so Gawtin could answer the door. In preparation, you shimmed off of her lap and next to her. Gawtin pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and began to make her way towards the door.

Halfway towards the entrance, Gawtin hesitated then cursed lowly under her breath in Yautja. Your burrows furrowed at the strange antic. Never have you ever seen the female act such a way. In all honesty, she almost looked… nervous.

Yet, that apprehensive expression was washed over by a neutral expression. Years of training falling into place.

On the couch, you peeked over and watched as Gawtin opened the door. Your eyes widened at the sight of a massive female standing a couple of inches taller than Gawtin in the entrance. What adorn her told you exactly who this is; only having met the Yautja once before when Gawtin had make her case to keep you.

Gawtin’s mother: Ma’tan-Aih. Ruler of this tribe. The War-ak’ox tribe. Baroness Ma’tan-Aih. It’s the closest title that could translate into English from Yautja.

An expression you were famialir with was etched into the moss green Yautja’s face as she looked down at her daughter. “Gawtin, may I enter?” Her voice was commanding in every sense, causing you to shutter. Her Yautja accent heavy and thick, nearly making it impossible to listen to her words. You jerked down to hide behind the back of the couch from her steely gaze. The last thing you wanted was for those purple eyes to be directed at you.

“Yes, Baroness Ma’tan-Aih,” Gawtin allowed and called her mother by the proper title. You tensed up, white knuckling the tablet at the knowledge Ma’tan-Aih was entering your safe space. Before either of them could come into the living you, you attempted to look busy on the tablet so the attention was off of you.

Their footsteps were light on the soft wooden floor. Both of them made their way into the living room. Right where you were. Gawtin returned to her seat next you and even scooped you into her lap. Your muscles refused to relax under the scrutinizing gaze of the baroness. This couldn’t be happening. Why did she even want to speak with Gawtin? The two of them rarely even say a word to each other. Now, her mother wants to have a sit down in Gawtin’s cottage.

Your hands trembled holding onto the device. Gawtin was quick to cup both of them in one of hers. It took all of her might not to purr. She despised the fact you were uncomfortable in your own home due to her mother’s sudden, unannounced appearance. Yet, this is her mother she was talking about. Unless she challenged for the baroness title, there was nothing Gawtin could do in this situation.

Despite your eyes glued to the screen, you felt the laser focus of the baroness’s gaze zoned in on you. Your chest rapidly moved with each intake of air. You attempted to focus again on the tablet, anything to get your mind off of her. That unfortunately failed.

Baroness Ma’tan-Aih sat down gracefully on a chair across from the two of you. Gawtin watched each twitch, each movement made by her mother closely. She knew this was farthest thing from a catchup. This was business.

“Daughter,” Baroness Ma’tan-Aiu started with, “It has come to my desk you are fiddling with something you shouldn’t be wasting your time on.” With her heavy accent, it was hard to know if you heard right. Your burrows furrowed while gazing up at your mate’s beautiful face. Questions whirled to life inside of your scattered mind.

“Dam, what I do in my free time is none of your concern,” Gawtin stated and laid down a firm boundary. Not that her dam had to listen to her at all. “I have my favors. I can use them to my liking.”

A single studded brow rose due to the borderline rude words of Gawtin. “Yet, you use them in a foolish way. Why waste such a favor on trivial matters? Things can be replaced for good riddance.”

Though, you didn’t know what the subject was about, you instantly felt the tension in the air grow increasingly taunt. You gnawed on your bottom lip and watched as one of Gawtin’s mandibles twitched.

“It can never be replaced,” she grounded out in a tone you felt yourself fear. “I will never replace such a thing.” Her hand clenched down on yours, causing the bones in your hands to creak under the sudden pressure. “My mate is here to stay. I have already completed the challenges you laid before me.” Wait, what? This has something to do with you?

The Yautja before you waved off Gawtin’s words with a flick of her wrist. “Yes, yes. I know,” she scoffed. “But to ask someone in Kov to research such a dangerous topic? Daughter, you are a fool. You must know to go through with this, you must go to the council of Cu'stouirll before you go to the monarch herself. Cu'stouirll is known not to be pleasant.”

Gawtin sat up a little higher in her seat. “I will do what is needed to follow through with this.”

It was all too much information at once. They were supposedly talking about you and either someone or something named Cu'stouirll. Which sounded to be a bad thing. You gazed up at Gawtin in hopes for an explanation but received none from the focus hunter.

Baroness Ma’tan-Aih bristled at her daughter words. “As much as I loved your sire’s stubbornness at times, this is not the time to flare it. You must know what this could mean… Especially for those who have also taken an ooman as their mates. This could be opening pandora’s box for the worse.”

It’s not hidden that many of the other Yautjas in this tribe dislike your presence. If it wasn’t for the fact you saved Gawtin and Qui’oky from death, your case would’ve collapsed before your very eyes. The baroness does not want other ooman mate’s to have the same opportunity to whatever Gawtin is planning. You knew whatever Gawtin was fighting for was for the good of you.

Yet, Gawtin didn’t change her stance on the subject and kept the same gaze upon her mother. “Then, let that happen. I will do whatever it takes to keep my mate at my side for as long as possible.” Even with that, you couldn’t piece together what was still happening.

On the other side, the green Yautja sat up from her seat to tower over the two of you. In that moment, you didn’t feel scared or intimidated by the baroness. Not with your mate at your side, prepared to do anything to keep you safe and out of harms way.

“Lady Gawtin, when this falls upon my court, you will have to ensure your case is concrete. I can already tell you, I will not accept this. Letting an ooman be injected with our blood?! It’s an abomination!” Baroness Ma’tan-Aih snapped then spun on her heel and marched out of your cottage.

Your lungs seized with a sharp gasp. Your eyes snapped up to Gawtin with uncertainty swirling inside of them. “Gawtin? What does she mean?” you asked immediately after her mother’s departure.

Her dark purple eyes watched the closed door for a few more seconds before she gazed down at you. One of her hands cupped your cheeks and gingerly ran a coarse thumbpad over your cheekbone. “I had wished not burden you with this theory until I have received the results,” she whispered, this time in English.

“What do you mean, love? I’m completely confused,” you begged for answers and hoped she could soothe your worries.

A sigh escaped the female Yautja. “Ooman’s do not like as long as Yautjas. It is a known fact. A fact that I have come to terms with. But, you, my mate, are everything to me. If I can do something, anything in my power to ensure you stay with me longer, I will go to the ends of Yautja Prime to make sure that happens. Even if I have to fight my mother for this, I will. She nor anyone else will not stop me from reaching my goal.” You smiled softly up at her, eyes closing to nuzzle into her hand.

“Oh love, that’s so sweet of you.” You reached up and cupped the back of her massive hand against your cheek. You carded your fingers through her own. “You don’t know how much I appreciate all that you do for me.” When you reopened your eyes, you glanced down at the couch cushions. “Your mother wasn’t very happy about that though.” A statement but made to be open as a question.

Gawtin shook her head, tresses swaying with the movement. “No, she’s never happy. I could care less about her opinion. Yours is the only one that matters. If wish for me to stop, I will. But if you are wanting to continue, I will let this go on. The choice is yours,” she offered wholeheartedly. Every step you’ve made in her world has been at the hands of you. You are in charge. As always.

You opened your eyes to look directly into hers. “If it means I get to stay with you longer, then the answer is yes. Anything to be with you longer is an easy choice.”

The Yautja burst out purring and leaned down, practically breaking her back to rub her head against yours. Vibrations raced along your skin. You giggled and nuzzled with her. A life by Gawtin’s side is a life you would never trade for.

[yaut-jaknowit]

I love ur writing so much like 😻 ur stories are like the best I’ve seen.

Anywaysss simple request I think ?

Human female hunter , is a part of a clan on yautja prime, known for their skill with staffs/spears, is respected amongst many other hunters, while also owning a rather big snake that hangs out on readers neck/body a lot, good use for poisoning the prey, Gawtin caught word of the said reader is rather curious of her. Later on Gawtin runs into reader hunting on a planet that reader kills a queen xeno. (Reader wears xenomorph skin as armor to protect themselves from their acidic blood) and Gawtin has catched feeling for said reader

Venom

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x F!Reader

Word Count: 3755 (not ten but seven, close enough)

Summary: Born to human parents yet found by a female Yautja who raised you as her own wasn't destiny. Life finds away. Raised to be a hunter from the moment you could crawl, you sought out the life as a warrior. You grew to the top and live amongst other hunters. Gawtin hears your name in rumors and couldn't help her curious nature to hunt you down.

Author Note: Even if it was a simple request, I never make it easy on myself. I'll write ten pages for a two sentence ask.

P.s. Heads up, I'm on the other side of the US right now for a vacation. I'll try to get another post out this week but I can't promise anything. I'll be sipping soda and relaxing in either a pool or a beach. Thanks for your patience!

Masterlist

Ao3

Different clans will specialize in different fighting styles. They have to. They have to adapt to the path craved for them in this universe. Spears are known mostly along the fishing and jungle clans. Bows are also used within the jungle clans and the forest. Machetes for the forest. As for those who live on the freezing poles, traps are their chosen weapon.

In the one of the clans that resides in along the coasts, a ooman lives within a species that hunts them. To hear of such news was jolting. Yet intrigued the moss green Yautja. Let alone, rumor has it the ooman has a pet of their own.

Though, not from Yautja Prime, the creature was rather deadly with one single bite. Enough venom could take down a fully grown Yautja. No wonder the ooman has such a pet under its care. Yautja Prime was a dangerous place, even to its native inhabitants. Everyone is born with the instinct to sleep with one eye open. The ooman had to use what it had to survive on such a planet.

This ooman, from word of mouth, is respected amongst her clan. A ooman with respect from a Yautja, let alone a clan size. However did she accomplish this? Gawtin prayed to Paya for the chance their paths to cross.

Paya is merciful to answer a prayer once in a while.

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The atmosphere that struck you in the face was similar to the lands you called home. Warm, hot, high humidity barreled down on your form the moment the ramp lowered. You breathed in through your mask for the semi fresh air that filtered in.

This was a hunt you’ve trained long and hard for. Years upon years of harsh, tiring workouts that had you collapsing onto furs at the end of it. Only to wake up hours later to rinse and repeat.

In the clan you call home, you are a respected, blooded warrior that has earned their title like any other Yautja who hunts. But this, this here will change things back home. The head of a Queen Xenomorph will forever have your name in their scrolls. With the addition of the skull, you will be have a better status, further upholding your mother’s name.

From the bits and pieces you remember so long ago, she had to fight tooth and nail to keep you. You knew you weren’t like them. It was a quick realization that stung as a child. You were treated different, nothing more a worm that didn’t offer much besides being bait.

Those that once looked down on you will now have to look up at you. The skull of a Queen will be strapped to your back and carried off your ship. Your head held-you stopped yourself from getting ahead. Don’t count the skulls before they are obtained. Or else it’ll be your downfall. Cocky Yautjas usually either lose their personality trait in two different ways: death or they learn.

Your name won’t join the ever-growing pile. It’ll be a name Yautjas will learn about in history scrolls.

From the weeks you’ve done your fair share of research about this hive alone, there’s a reason no one has taken it. Tucked away in tight tunnels that a Yautja wouldn’t dare attempt to squeeze themselves into, hid away a smaller species of Xenomorph. They’ve evolved this way in a short span of a year by what you’ve read.

Yet, the queen hasn’t been seen ever. No one knows if she’s also changed in size due to this evolutionary trait or if she’s the original queen who dug her way into this tunnel system.

Many have tried with solo teams and hunting parties of twenty to bring down this hive. No one has succeeded. Yautjas are just too stocky and large to fit in these narrow holes.

But you? Are the perfect size to get past the first entrance and fight your way to the queen. This was a fight you had to plan every step, every breath, every thought carefully or else you could die. No one wanted this hive, but you did. You will succeed and return home. You will.

With your gear strapped secure to different parts of your body, you strode out of the ship and stepped along the dark, volcanic rocks. It crunched at every step you made, alerting enemies to your position.

The sharp rocks clawed at the bottom of your durable shoes but couldn’t pierce the finely woven material. You’ve done your research and for every needed supply to have a fighting chance of surviving.

From the ship and up to the closest recorded entrance, it was only a short ten-minute hike up. You wanted your ship close in case of a retreat and reform of a new plan. Said entrance was small. A manageable size for you to crawl into on your hands and knees. Just enough space for you to sit back on your haunches and use the collapsible spear attached to your hip when you’re attacked.

In the quite warm, morning, you stood still, tilted your head back. The sounds of an empty location echoed back at you. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair but didn’t bring any concerning scents with it. That didn’t mean you could relax. Anytime you were on a hunt, you had to be ready for anything to come your way. The only time you’ve been able to receive some peace and quiet is traveling in your craft. The hum of the engines always lured you to sleep.

A few buttons were activated on your wrist gauntlet. The hunt begins.

The trek from base of your ship to a hole further up the mountain would’ve proven difficult for a novice. You planned every step of the way up, mapping what ways were easier to get to what was thought to be the main chamber. The least you knew about the inside was that it opened back up. The mountain hollow from once being an ancient volcano that once blew.

Your ears strained for every little sound, every pebble that shifts in what looked to be a wasteland. The coast was clear. You knelt down and inspected the hole thoroughly before starting the crawl inside.

Every muscle in your body is prepared to launch if the need arises. Your hand ready to spring three moderate sized blades out from your gauntlet. All of it coated in a mixture that protected it from the acid spray of a Xenomorph.

About fifty feet into this tunnel, you had to flick up a HUD from your mask to cover your eyes. The area that once was blanketed in darkness turned all different shades of green.

No movement ahead of you. A good sign in your eyes.

Before you left the tunnel, you paused and timidly peeked out to scan the larger tunnel. It reeked of recent activity. You didn’t like that but knew it was part of the situation and adapted to it.

Slick, sticky substance coated the walls. You peered at it and knew instantly what was. A helper in the situation. You used a hand to scoop some of it off and began to cover every inch of your body. It was disgusting to feel this latch onto your skin but it was a necessary evil to keep yourself alive. You gave a quiet huff and followed the mental map of areas known to the archives. These tunnels larger and allowed you the chance to stand fully.

No one knew where the Queen’s chamber was. You were here not only to find it but destroy it in the process. Everything was planned up till then. From there, as you’ve learned, your species is well known for: adapting. You were to adapt the plan at the end and claim the skull as your own.

Skittering of claws had you pausing and lowered yourself, ears picking up every little sound. Something was coming up behind you. You fought the urge to instantly go into fighting mode and pressed yourself against the sticky walls.

Hard meats aren’t technically blind but they don’t have eyes to see the way you see. Smell and hearing is a large factor to finding prey. Also, a use of echolocation helps them perceive the area in a different light. You’ve learned that the imagine they create in their mind is a general picture. Still blurry and unclear but enough information to move about. That’s why you took to smooshing yourself against a wall.

On your HUD, a bright, hard meat shape patrolled past you, tail posed. You stayed calm and watched the creature move on and down the tunnel you traversed through. With a breath of relief, you continued onward in the same direction. The gunk stuck to your skin was a horrible feeling that was hard to ignore. For the sake of your life, you are able to push the thought down and focus on your predicament: finding the Queen’s chamber. If only you had more information…

The longer you trekked through the tunnels, the more uneasy you grew. At any point, one of the Xenomorphs could catch you slacking. Then, you would lose all the hard work you’ve put into this life and join Cetanu. That’s something you refused to let happen.

This didn’t seem like a large hive with numbers but the amount of tunnels that led to the outside world or to different chambers was astonishing. In its prime, this place would’ve been amazing to see and study.

Today, it would fall.

Some time later, you stumbled across the largest of the chambers. Instantly, you knew this was the Queen’s chamber. Not only the size of the place itself but due to all the drones gathered here. Then, a massive form appeared on your HUD, slow in movement.

The Queen herself.

Your eyes widened behind the screen covering them. You could confidently answer the fact this Queen was the original queen from when the hive was established around a year ago. Her large body easily dwarfed her smaller than average drones that cared for her.

For a moment, you heart thundered in your ears. Not from fear. No, from the adrenaline beginning to filling your veins. You may not have been born a Yautja but the love for the hunt still exists in your blood. A grin grew on your features, hidden behind the mask that covers the lower portion of your face.

Careful, calculated, controlled movements allowed you to grasp the collapsible spear at your side. Any closer to the would draw the attention of a drone to you. You held the shrunken weapon in your hand and watched the group.

From what you could speculate in a language you didn’t understand, they were none the wiser to your presence. The goop used to hide your scent worked wonders to keep the hive calm.

You prepared for when the hive would be alerted to your presence the moment you stepped closer. A drone paused and turned its head towards you. It tilted its elongated skull and made a short screeching noise. Not alerting, just curious. You paused once more and could only wait.

When it opened its mouth again, you instinctively opened your spear and threw it at the hard meat. Before it could release a horrifying call, the sound died with it. The weapon now out of your hand and pierced into the skull of your prey. You unleashed the three blades attached to your gauntlet and rushed forward to gather the lost spear. You wrenched it free and began the berate of relentless attacks on the newly alerted hive.

A screech sounded from the largest of the beasts that lived within the quarters. You sliced the throat of a Xenomorph. A spray of acidic blood arching out and landing straight on the armor that protected you. A mixture between past battled against the very species you aimed to kill today and metal shielded the weaker parts of your body. The blood hit in varies areas, landing mostly on the armor. The pain that flared to blazing life only fueled your instinct for the hunt.

Claws raked across the air you stood a second before. You were moving and swung out the three blades to slice the thickly scaled beast the towered over you. More blood threatened to sear off your skin and dripped off the armor that kept you free. The Queen roared out and wiped its deadly tail around. Her long legs stepping back to get you withing biting range.

Drones came to her aid. In swift, deadly waves, you used your trusted weapons to keep the drones at safe distance away that didn’t have you ending up dead.

One of the tinier ones was able to push past your defenses and latched onto the break of your armor. A joint in your elbow and slightly above it was free from either the hard scales or metal that shielded you. Teeth bit harshly into the free chunk and flesh. You yowled in pain and immediately ran your three blades through its skull. The little vermin died with its fangs still buried deep into your arm.

Anger fueled you.

The distraction brought the group closer than you possibly could deal with. Claws raked at armor and exposed skin. Red blood crying from the spilt skin. You gritted your teeth. The spear in your hand was used in a terrifying arch.

Those that pushed past your defenses were battered and sliced by the deadly end of your weapon. They retreated and were already testing what they could do to get through again.

You tore the small creature off of your arm and threw it at one of the larger ones. Blood poured freely from the newly created wound. The worst one of them all.

Above you, the Queen snarled swiped at you with one of her spindly hands. You narrowly dodged a killing blow and rolled. Out of the roll, you reared your spear up into the exposed belly of the Queen. She choked out a roar and moved faster than you could perceive.

Once on your feet, the very next second, you found your back to a wall. All of the air rushed out of your lungs. You sputtered to gain new oxygen through your mask. It left you vulnerable for a second too long.

A massive hand pressed your firmly to the ground. You snarled once you gained enough air and glared at the hide crown of the Queen’s head came into view. She opened her mouth. The inner mouth slithered out. She hissed a deadly tone into the space that could be your last.

The raging drones behind her slowed down in their vicious actions since the threat had been contained. But, you weren’t going down.

It some strength but you were able to shimmy your forearms underneath your chest. With your legs, you started to push against her bony hand. It worked. Just enough to rest on your elbow and jab your three blades into her wrist. The Queen howled and reared back, opening you back to the battle.

Your discarded spear was snatched from the ground and wielded once more. You pinned a glare on all the drones that surrounded you. They all sounded their cried of offence at you attacking their queen. You brushed off the calls and returned to battle.

In a mess of acid blood and red blood yourself, you returned your attention back to the Queen. Behind her, her tail snapped wildly. You twirled your spear and pointed it at the largest of them all. She swiped at the air before her, challenging your dominance in hand. You cared less about the challenge before sprinting forward, thrusting the spear forward.

It left your hand and soared through the air. It pierced the thick hide that protected her upper shoulder and rendered the limb useless now. You stayed moving in full force and leaped up. Your other weapon rammed into spot lower than the spear. You kept the same momentum upwards and used the spear as leverage.

Now on top of the Queen, you shoved the same three blades drenched in acid blood into her back. She gave another cry. You turned the blades a certain direction and pulled them through her scales more. Then, her body fell to the ground.

A special spot along her spine had been severed, rendering her paralyzed to the spot. You grinned once more behind the mask and leaped off of her back. A new wave of hard meats came to intercept you.

The battle ended. You stood victorious, surrounded by a sea of dead Xenomoprhs and a Queen who would not move. You knelt before the large beast and placed a hand on her expanse crest. “I thank you for your skull and what new titles it will bring me,” I praised the creature before moving around and driving the spear into her throat.

The life in her body fading until her heart beat one last time.

A new silence entered the chambers and left you feeling… watched. The hairs on the back of your neck rose as you scanned the area, changing the different vision modes on your HUD.

Up top in one of the larger tunnels, a blazing yellow figure appeared. From the overwhelming scent of the dead Xenomorphs and their smell alone, you couldn’t tell what this thing was. You growled and positioned yourself into a fighting stance, ready to take it on. Anything to defend the trophy you had earned fair and square.

The figure stood up, forced to hunch over. It dropped down into the chamber with barely a sound and stood a safe distance away. The form itself you recognized as a Yautja but not the being itself. Still on end, you kept your weapons up.

She, you got a whiff of her scent, stopped and held her head a respectful distance up. Not in a challenging way nor submissive. She had to be observing you the same way you did to her.

This new Yautja was average sized for a female. Tresses hung from her head freely. Your eyes darted without moving any other muscle to the recent kill at your side. Was she here for this? Was she mad that you had gotten the kill before her? And the fact she was in here. No other Yautja has ventured this far without meeting a terrible end.

Yet, here she stood.

Due to the fact all you could see was her body heat, you couldn’t tell what clan she represents. You didn’t trust her, already knowledgeable about how many Yautjas feel about oomans. The weapons in your hold never turning away from the possible threat.

She took a step forward. Only one. “Paya has answered my prayer to allow me to meet such a creature as yourself,” her voice velvety but with a harsh undertone. Your skin pebbled with bumps. “I have heard of your existence on Yautja Prime.”

It was an infamous situation of your existence. Some clans allow oomans such as yourself to live amongst them. Some offer better treatments than others. Yours, clearly, allows you life but only if you live as one of them. Since you could remember, that’s all you’ve known. But it’s a lifestyle you would never give up. You felt born with the need to hunt like many of your clan.

To ensure she didn’t see you either as a threat or submissive, you kept your chin level and eyes neutral pinned on her. “Who are you?” You wanted an introduction. Some sort of clue on who she was and why she was here. From her first words to you, it seems like this was planned in her eyes.

“My name is Gawtin, ooman,” she answered freely. You felt a smidge better at her willingness to answer your questions. But you refused to let your guard fall.

“And why are you here?” You also wanted to ask how she got in here. You’re the only survivor to get in here. You could only reason with the fact you had distracted the group for her to make her through one of the larger tunnels towards the top of the mountain.

Her mandibles clicked together. “You are infamous on Yautja Prime. Your name is whispered among clans both in good and bad tones. A Yautja grows curious to meet such a creature to capture a rumor.” You already knew yourself to be known on Yautja Prime. Oomans aren’t a rarity but to live on their planet was. Either as a pet or a warrior.

“What is it to you?” you snapped, unsure of her intentions still. Even around those in your clan, you knew you had to keep your guard up. Any of them would be more than willing to claim your skull for their own collection.

This time, Gawtin stepped closer into your space. You hunkered down, muscles taut as you readied your weapon. She didn’t react and stayed that step closer to you. “I would like to offer a chance to hunt with you.”

Now, that took you off guard. “You want to hunt with me?” you reiterate for her. Puzzlement filled your voice. You stood up taller and tilted your head at her.

“Yes. That is what I said.” You kept your gaze on her, studying all the details possible with what the HUD allowed you to see. She showed no challenge, no sign of a threat towards you. She was polite and calm. Plus, the opportunity to hunt with someone outside of your clan was a chance you didn’t dare give up.

You dipped your head. “I’m willing to let you join in on one of my hunts.” You didn’t want to sound excited and kept it cool and level. Don’t act like an unblooded.

“Good. I shall meet you outside once you’ve collected your trophies to discuss our hunt.” With the ended, she turned on her heel and strutted to a nearby tunnel. You watched her get down and crawl her way in before disappearing. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

With her gone, you returned your gaze on the dead Queen at your feet. Not only was this a turning point in your life, but the fact a Yautja from a different clan asked for you to go on a hunt with her. Your life was becoming ten times more interesting now.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi. What if the reader wants a child in common with We're ar-oh? What will she do? And how will he react?

Calling For The Impossible

Pairings: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 1930

Summary: The culture of Yautjas are widely different when it comes to humans. There are some things you wished your own kind would adopt while thankful there are others you aren't apart of. You wish for a child with We'ar-ow. There are plenty of means of producing one with a different, advanced species. But hybrids are frowned upon in many, many clans. We'ar-ow's including.

Author Note: I tried my best to make it gender neutral since I didn't know what gender you wanted. I did lean a bit more male, sorry if that's the wrong side though. We'ar-ow's different compared to Gawtin. Different backgrounds and clans. So, this is the other side of the coin.

Masterlist

Ao3

After the rise and fall of Dwainet, you have grown more than comfortable in a life of luxury. We’ar-ow is still her normal, Yautja self. Hard outer shell, but soft and mushy inside. All for you. With this calm and laxing situation, up came an idea that nagged and nagged at you. Until the words finally slipped from your lips.

In the calm quarters of We’ar-ow’s shared home, you were strewn across the pink Yautja’s lap. Your trusty tablet in your hands. A game for breeding hunting dogs had your attention. After a year, you’ve had grown quiet a large collection of dogs. Plenty of them well bred and the perfect creature. The game offered you plenty for the selling of the best of your dogs. As a soft-hearted human, it was hard to depart with them though. They were so ugly that it made them cute!

We’ar-ow’s hand rested over your stomach and ate up the majority of the free skin. An action you’ve grown used to, even craving it. The warmth she produces had a calming effect on you. The lack of clothing as well. After the day in and day out of seeing Yautjas practically naked, you’ve adapted to live like them. On their ship, in their culture, it was kill or be killed. A fact you learned the hard way throughout the year under her care and love. She may not say it in human terms, but We’ar-ow loves you more than anything.

Her thumb lazily stroked at the exposed skin of your stomach. You hummed and let your eyes drift shut. A comfortable silence engulfed the area. The game playing on your tablet forgotten about. Said tablet lowered down to rest on the edge of your ribs.

“Did you not sleep well, little one?” she asked to you once she realized your eyes were closed. Maybe you were a little tired, slightly exhausted from the long day. Yautja’s days were two hours longer than earth’s. It has led to problems where a midday nap was required to keep awake the rest of the day. Some times those naps would run much longer than you intended. That’s when your sleep schedule was messed up.

Your head shook in denial. “I did, love. Your presences… it calms me in ways I never thought was possible,” you explained why you were so lax. Yautjas aren’t used to a life like that. But, you were well protected. Not only because of where you were at. No, because of the hunk you offer your heart to every single day. She deserves it. She’s done so much for you.

Long, black claws grazed over your skin. You shuttered with a soft gasp. We’ar-ow kept doing that, tickling you in the process. Giggles erupted from your throat. You squirmed in her lap and tried to warn her off. The Yautja leaned over. Her long, black and pink tresses created a curtain around the two of you.

“And you, my dear ooman, hold my heart in your bare hands,” she purred to you in a rumbling voice. Goosebumps rose at the feeling. A soft smile broke across your features. You reached up and cupped one side of her features. Her eyes hooded over while she nuzzled against your touch. “Hmm, your hands.” She still wasn’t used to your softness. Maybe, that’s what drew her in. A touch she’s never experienced before.

She turned her head enough for her tongue to flick across your palm. Another hum rumbles from deep within her chest. You snorted at the feeling and gently looked into her eyes. The bright yellow is a stark contrast to your own. A color a human could never achieve. They were… phenomenal.

The tablet was laid down on top of your chest. You used both hands to hold her head. Your thumbs gently rubbed at the slightly wrinkling scales along her cheeks. The page book in her grasp was discarded to the side. Her massive hands gripped your hips and simply lifted you up. You giggled again, not surprised by her sudden use of strength. We’ar-ow loved to show off in front of you. A display of might.

Your thighs were forced wide to accommodate her size and hips. The same smile still was spread across your features. Pink hands continued to grasp at your waist and held you in place.

One of your hands rested on her breastbone to steady yourself. The Yautja peers down at you, features soft and open. You were able to read her like an open book like this; and she allowed you to. “What’s going through your head, love?” She was thinking. Something hard to. The gears were moving.

A hand gently grasped your chin and pulled you in closer. Deadly claws were close to your pulse point. A place where your life essence flowed quickly. You let her access, freely letting her have it.

We’ar-ow’s thumb grazed over your bottom lip. “That is a question I should ask you. You are thinking but holding in these thoughts. Let me here them. I am curious,” she states and leans in close to you. It was impossible to get away from her strong, powerful gaze. She looked directly into the soul she holds in her hands.

Instantly, you froze on the spot while a heavy heat rushes to cover your face. Though, you might think how in the worlds would she know? But this is We’ar-ow we’re talking about. This amazing leader and mate knows you better than yourself.

You swallowed hard and tried to turn your face away from her ever-seeing gaze. But, her grip prevents the move. We’ar-ow clicks her tongue then tsks with a shake of her head. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, little one,” she ordered and darkened her eyes. You felt even more in the spotlight and didn’t know how to react. Now, your thoughts were scrambled. From the deep rumble of her voice to the way she demanded your attention. She wanted to pluck the thought straight from your head. She wanted to know.

It was hard to keep looking into those piercing eyes of hers. It took everything in your power to finally speak the words.

“Well, I want…” you trailed off at first but she was a hunter. The predator was patient in her hunt. One she’s endured countless times throughout her life. A tug on your jaw got you to spill. “I want, want a child with you.” It’s been hard to hold onto an idea such as that. Such a life changing proposition.

A family with We’ar-ow, the leader of her clan and your mate. But, it came down to biology. Was it even possible between two different species?

For the first time in a long time, you saw her brows jerk up subtly. If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed. As her mate, you saw the change clear as day. You had caught her off guard.

She cleared her throat, mandible twitching. “A child?” she repeated the words. Clearly, she hadn’t believed you at first. “Why would you want a child with me?” You don’t completely understand why but that had your chest aching a little. But, you had to remind yourself that Yautjas don’t bullshit around. They are straight to the point. We’ar-ow, mate or not, was no different.

Your hands were folded in your lap, nervously playing with each other. You couldn’t look at her anymore and down casted your gaze. “I just thought… it would be night. To have a part of each other in someway or another. I-I don’t know.” You grew incredibly timid after spilling that information to her. We’ar-ow hummed and forced your head back more to make you look her in the eye.

“I will let you know the possibility for a hybrid to even make it to gestation it very low.” Her hand lets go of your chin and trails down your torso. “I, myself, dislike hybrids. They are an abomination. They are to die.” You jerked, eyes flying wide. That was the last thing you expected from her.

All you could say was, “oh.” Not another word could be formed after such a declaration. How could possibly think of something after that? If the two of you somehow had a child, she would kill it. You sagged in her lap and sorrowfully looked down.

A soft sigh came from the Yautja. Both of her hands cupped your jaw and drew your sight back to hers. “It may be harsh, I understand that humans aren’t as such. But, it is the truth.” We’ar-ow paused so her words could hang in the air. As a human, you were seen as soft and mushy. This was a reminder. “But, if you are desperate for a child we could raise together, we do have adoption.”

That got you to perk up with a smile brightening your face. The gloominess of the situation leaving from the forefront of your mind.

This was the first time you heard about adoption withing their culture. Yet, the idea of it existing made sense more than not. A race and culture built on hunting. Hunting always came with a risk of death. Though, mothers rarely left their children home while going on a hunt. Food had to come from somewhere. The fathers weren’t part of the picture most of the time unless they were mates.

A new sparkle flickered to life in your eyes. “We can adopt?” you cheered and sat up in her lap, thighs clenching. Both of your hands rested on her chest.

For a fleeting moment, you saw a flash of relief entered her eyes before it was gone. The two of you were continuing to run into issues due to the cultural differences. As adults, you talked it out and figured out a solution. That’s the exact opposite with Dwainet. It was a relief for yourself to have someone who will talk it out with you.

Her pink head dipped down to confirm your question. “Yes, it’s a possibility. There aren’t many in that situation. Yet, not many Yautjas are willing to adopt. It comes from thought process of blood.” She gripped your hips again and pulled you an inch closer to her. “I have had my fair share of children. I don’t have the need to have anymore. I am willing to adopt if that’s something you wish.”

From the beginning, you knew she was willing to lay down at your ask. The leader of her mighty clan. The mate of a human she adored. It all came down to the whole talking thing again.

You wiggled happily in her lap then threw your arms around her. An excited cry left your lips. “Yes! Please, I would love that.” It was the perfect compromise to this conflict of ideas.

She returned your hug and cradled your head to her shoulder. Her other hand roamed the expanse of your back. “Alright, I shall make contact with them. We will do our research. There are different places where these younglings come from. I expect you to do the same thing.”

Again, you nodded rapidly then pulled away, hands resting on her shoulders. “I will, I promise. Thank you, love. Thank you so much for making my wish come true.” This was a different turn of event than what you originally thought would happen when the question was asked. Yet, after the solution came, you were still happy with the situation. You were finally going to have a child with We’ar-ow.

[yaut-jaknowit]

I did know we could ask about your OCs! I would love to know more about Gawtin 🥺🥺🥺 is there any headcanons or backstory you can share that won’t come up in one shots 👀

Did people not know this?! Of course anyone can ask about my characters. Actually, I encourage it! Make me write more about them. Make me get up and actually use my brain to figure out their stories.

I already have some information about Gawtin written. I use this wonderful app called Campfire to help keep my stories in order. Specially The Monarch.

Alrighty *cracks knuckles* Buckle up, I've got some history for our loving Yautja.

Her full name is Gawtin Yot Vernt-oilq. She's left handed and prefers to use a crossbow for her main weapon. Though, you don't get to see her fight often since she stays home. But, when hunting for food, she'll bring it out.

Positive Values: Loyalty, self-control, determination, persistence.

Negative Values: meanness, abrasiveness, upfront, unnmercifulness.

Very Confident. Like, how could she not be. This is Gawtin we're talking about.

She's more in the middle for extrovert-ness and introvert-ness. Like, she's not a hermit but won't put herself out. If she's invited to go somewhere, she'll join you. Only leans slightly towards extrovert but still closer to the middle for those two.

She comes in at a whomping five hundred and seventeen pounds without any armor or clothing. It helps when she's 8'8, easily towering over any human she comes into contact with.

As for her tribe/clan, she's part of the War-ak'ox. Don't ask me how to say that because even I don't know. Before I forget, I pronounce her name like Guh-jaun-tin. It is a made up name so, the way you say doesn't matter to me.

We all know she has her current child Qui-oki that you helped slightly through the pregnancy. She's also has sixty-seven children throughout her life. I would probably say about half are still alive. A high number for Yautjas.

Her mother's name is Mother Ma'tan-Aih. She was part of the council of the tribe. Gawtin didn't follow her steps but is still thought as a high member of the tribe due to her mother (who is still alive).

As for her age, she's four hundred and seventy-nine years old. About middle life for a Yautjas life span if they're not killed. She knows you won't grow old with her but she'll have to watch as you wither away. She prefers quality time for a reason, prepared for the day you leave her to join Cetanu. But she'll do everything in her power to increase your life span, even if it's for a day.

That's all the information I have written down for her. I have more about her than the boys combined. If you or anyone has any questions about any of my OCs, please, please shoot a DM. I love talking about them. I also love that you guys enjoy them maybe more than I do!

If there any grammar mistakes, please ignore. I just typed this up in the middle of the night and I'm too tired to check. Plus, words get mixed up in my head. You all have probably realized this by now... and English is my native and only language. Ugh...

[yaut-jaknowit]

Can u do a gawtin x reader about y/n bonding more plz

Bilingual

Pairing: Gawtin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1622

Summary: Yautja and English are heavily different. That you'll wholeheartedly agree with. How does she eve expect your mouth to form those strange sounding words? It doesn't make sense! Even the child can speak these words better than you. But you try, that's all that matter.

Author Note: I'm so sorry for taking forever to get to these requests. I promise I'm getting them done. I just don't know how to write less for these one-shots. I have temporarily closed asks so I can get caught up. If anyone wants to hit me up though, my dm's are open!

Love, love, love my girl Gawtin. I feel it was the perfect time to post this on International Woman's Day with this badass.

Masterlist

Ao3

“Lah-r-chjah,” Gawtin spoke slowly and drew out each syllable. The same way she taught her child, Qui-oky. Not that you’re embarrassed about it. Learning a whole new language, let alone an alien one, was difficult. Especially one that you didn’t have the right mouth or vocal cords to pronounce every word of her language. But you tried. That’s all that matter. It helped as well to learn to understand if other Yautjas are talking down to you. Then, you respond and tell them to fuck off. Okay, well, probably not do that without Gawtin nearby or else you’ll end up dead.

With a deep breath to fill your lungs and exhaling a little, you gave it a try. “Lar-ckah?” Immediately, you knew that wasn’t correct and groaned. How could it be so hard to say the word ‘dark’ in Yautja? It’s a simple word, compared to ‘dawn’. That’s one you know you’ll never get with how your lips formed these words. At least you’ll understand the damn word.

Qui’oky gurgled and reached out towards you from Gawtin’s lap. The mother let her arm around his small body fall away. Despite the terrain being a little rough, he made it his mission to transfer himself into your lap. When he took a tumble, rolling to his designation, you caught him and sat him up. “Am I that bad that you think I need support?” you teased and let an arm curl around his chubby, toddler form. The same position that Gawtin held him moments before.

“You are not doing bad. Your mouth is not like mine or his. It is understandable you are struggling with our language. English was not easy to learn as well,” Gawtin explained and placed a massive paw on your knee in comfort. “You are doing better than a week ago.” You snorted through your nose and shook your head.

“Thanks, love. But I’ve only learned two more words and been able to say only one of them. You speak better English than me at times. You’re so formal about it too, like you’re royalty.” And that was the truth. The way your language fell off her snake-like tongue was astonishing. Not even yourself could do that well. At times, it made you jealous but amazed at the same time. She could have you on your knees with a couple simple words.

The child in your lap babbled some words in Yautja you had no idea what he had said. Gawtin entertained him, encouraging him to say more in Yautja. You smiled at the adorable sight. Then, the female lifted her eyes to you. Your gaze snapped away as a blush coated your cheeks. She totally didn’t see you do that.

When your eyes slowly returned to the alien before you, you could see she had caught you. Like a child with their hand in the cookie jaw. “Let us try again, artful one,” she encouraged and dipped her head at you. Your shoulders fell dramatically.

“Gawtin,” you groaned and lulled your head back, but keeping in her within your gaze. This was pointless. All the progress you’ve made has come to a stuttering pace. Nothing was making sense anymore. The fact she was still in front of you, sitting the same way you are, continuously teaching you her language… How in the universe has she not gotten frustrated at you yet? You’re human. A lower species to her own. You struggled to grasp her language while she almost completely knows yours.

The mentioned Yautja only tilted her head down at you just any inch. Enough so she was peering at you from underneath her thick brow line. “Try again. Lah-r-chjah.” Same damn word. You weren’t going to get this.

Sneakily, you rolled your eyes with a resting bitch face. “Lar’ja. See, can’t do. Why-wait a damn time. Did I-“ your pupils locked onto her down. “Did I just do that? Did.” Gawtin watched as you pumped a fist into the air and danced in your spot, mindful of Qui. A soft, minute small gracing her mandibles. She had full faith in you. Some people just take longer than others. There’s nothing wrong with that. Her children take longer to grow, but they turn out strong, fast, bigger than many other Yautjas. Best of all, they have their mother’s mind.

She leaned forward and touched her forehead to yours. The affection caused your heart to stutter and tilt your head away; as if she couldn’t see the heavy pink coloring your cheeks. Not that she didn’t miss it. Gawtin sees everything, always has her eyes on the prize. “Good job, my little artist. I am proud of you. Would you like to try another word? Test your luck?” she questioned and rubbed her thumb along your knee, mindlessly.

In the heat of the moment, you rapidly nodded your head and wiggled in your spot again. Qui-oky chirped in his spot and moved along with you. Babbles of toddler Yautja spilling from his mandibles. “Let us see then. Qui knows this one. Gkaun-yte. Gg-kah-oo-n-yin-tee. A greeting,” Gawtin said and used a finger to scratch underneath Qui’s chin.

Said child clicked at her before repeating the Yautja word back at her. You blink a few times with a look that said ‘seriously?’. “Oh, you got to be kidding me!” you protested and threw your hands up. The kid got it first try. Now, you get to struggle all over again with a simple word. A greeting word to be exact. Why did Yautja have to be so difficult to speak? Alien or not.

“Just try it,” she encouraged and patted your knee. The comfort settled you little, enough to calm you. Your arm rewrapped around Qui’s small body once more. “I know you can do it.”

If your mate believes it, how could you not at least give it a whirl. “Ge-kan-yen-teh,” you attempted with some effort. Enough so Gawtin couldn’t lose full faith in you. A part of you nagged at you, saying that wasn’t correct.

Qui gurgled some indistinctive Yautja before twisting around and standing up. With his two small hands, he clasped them on your face and slightly smooshed your cheeks together. “Gkaun-yte,” he reiterated for you. Bested by Gawtin’s child. A kid no older than four in Yautja years. Though, he was bigger than a four-year-old on earth.

“Thanks, kiddo. But that’s not helping my ego or pride.” Your face dropped; lips pressed together as you blankly stared in front of you. Then, your gaze drifted north to Gawtin’s gorgeous purple eyes. They drew you into them, stuck in their sticky trap with nowhere else to go. “I’m trying, Gawtin. I promise but you know it’s difficult when I don’t have your mouth or vocal cords. Some of the noises I have to make hurt my throat.”

“Yet, you are so close to another word. You can do. Even Qui has faith in you,” she uplifted and shifted closer to you. Your knees bumped into her shin. “Do you not, Qui?” The mentioned toddler clicked feverishly in what you believed to be baby talk. “See, he does have faith. Come on. This will be our last one for the day. Then I will test your knowledge tomorrow. If you pass, I will give you a gift for your hard work, little one.”

Now, that had your full attention. That’s one way to get you going. A present. A trade-off for all the curses and difficulties during this whole learning process. When you tilted your head, intrigued, Qui-oky let his hands fall and plopped back down. He shifted to have his back to your torso again and rocked side to side, trying to get you to as well.

You kept her in your sights for a moment longer than needed then nodded. Gawtin stated the word and pronounced it in syllables for you once more. She rubbed her thumb on your knee as she waited patiently. Those breathtaking eyes of her watched you intently. "Ge-no. Gg-ka. Gg-ka-ooo-n. Gg-kah-oo-n-yin-teh.” At that last part, Gawtin subtly shook her head. “Tee. Tee. Gkaun-yte. Gkaun-yte. Taan Kall Gkaun-yte!"

Relief flooded your system. Finally! Finally, you did it. With another word added as well. Gawtin easily picked up on the what you said and smiled brightly down at you. Without meaning to you, you had said something she hadn’t taught you yet. She cupped your chin with one large paw. “I am so pauk-de proud of you, artful one. Do you know what you last said?”

Now, that excitement came to a halt. Had you said something wrong? Did those two words together translate to something bad? Those two words directly translate to ‘morning, greetings.’ Was that bad? Gawtin read your facial expressions and was quick to quell you. “You just said ‘good morning’ to me. Did you know that?” she explained, features calm and gentle as she looked.

Your shoulders dropped from their tense position that you didn’t even know you were holding them that way. The breath caught in your throat was released. “I-I didn’t know,” you said, hands playing with each other. Your gaze couldn’t meet Gawtin’s. It peered down at Qui who was in his own world now. Two seconds of using his mind was enough for him today.

Gawtin used both hands to cup your cheek and tilt your head back up. “You have done well, my ooman. As promised, today’s session will end on a good note. But practice later for tomorrow.” You melted in her touch, eyes soft as you looked up at her. Her words rolled over you, not sticking to your brain. Well, you’ll learn your lesson tomorrow if you are ready or not.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Blindfolded

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x Reader (AFAB)

Word Count: 990

Summary: After being around the bulky, green Yautja for so long, you've come to trust her with all your being. Gawtin loves that fact. So, one day, she asks if you trust her. Of course you do. Then, you are blindfolded, blind to work and vulnerable to whatever she wants to do. She loves it.

Author Note: Still trying to figure this out. I also, realize I've been writing a lot for Gawtin. I looked at my eight pages of wiriting prompts and saw there's a lot so get ready. There's also a few of Uihoy and Vic'tao in there. Same with Khonshu if you like the mummy bird just as much as me.

Also, my asks are open for the moment. They might change, just check my blog before asking!

Masterlist

Ao3

The last thing you saw was a calm faced Gawtin staring at you. Her soft, vibrant eyes watched as the gentle cloth covered your eyes. Even though the female Yautja didn’t show it, she was excited for this. The trust you bestowed upon her at this moment filled her heart with that human emotion called ‘loved’. She wanted to protect you and lay armorless before you.

Coarse, well used hands skated over much softer, plusher skin. Goose bumps followed in their wake over the swells of breasts. Your nipples were quick to perk up at the attention. Those hands continued down south and stopped at bony hips.

A warm, wet appendage touched at your naval. Shuttering breathes escaped passed your lips as all you could see was black; eyes closed behind the fabric. Sharp tusks raked upwards as Gawtin ran her tongue up too. You release a lowly groan from the back of your throat. Gawtin was ecstatic to hear that. She could smell your growing arousal. It tasted like the perfect hunting grounds to her. And, it was all hers for the taking.

“You taste lovely, artful one,” her voice washed over you. You felt your cheeks burn at her words. “You are very reactive. Do you like this?” Gods, she was asking you to answer. The words felt lodged into your throat.

All you could mange was nodding your head. Gawtin’s movements stilled; a hand on your hip, the other wrapped around the side of your rib cage. Her tongue left your skin. She moved up, tresses skating over your flesh until she stopped right above your head. One of her hands grasped your jaw with a little pressure. “I need a verbal answer, little one. Tell me.” You whimpered, digits grasping at the sheets below you.

“Ye-es, I do, love,” you were finally able to answer. She purred, vibrating against you, and lowered her body, chest to chest with you now. The hand on your chin slide back down to you ribs, claws ghosting over your skin. Goosebumps were left in their wake.

Her weight on you was welcomed. You felt yourself clenched after she settled on top of you, mindful of herself.

Something warm and wet touched against your cheek. You gasped as it slid down your jawline up to your mouth. “You taste so good,” she muttered before letting her tongue enter your mouth.

In the ways of kissing, it was next to impossible. Yautjas have no lips like humans, but humans were creative and you worked around that problem. Her tongue caressed yours while you lightly sucked on it. All the while, her purrs grew in volume. She let the lower hand to move over to your naval then a little lower, right on top of your mound.

Her thumb ghosted over your lower lips, causing you to gasp and attempt to arch your back. Her weight prevented any movements. She pulled back, tongue leaving your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound. “Stay still for me. I will take care of you.” The Yautja was slow and precise with touching you. Any pressure was light. Any sharp talon or tooth was mindful.

“Please, Gawtin. I’ve been needing you all day. Please, love, don’t tease,” you begged but knew she was the one in charge. No words could change her mind. Nothing you did could make her do more. Instead, it could make her pull back, draw this out even longer.

“I love when you beg.” Deadly mandibles pressed against your throat, tongue tasting the flesh there. You finally reached out blindly, hand placed on her shoulder and nails digging in. It was barely even a prick to feel, no pain coming from it.

A whine sounded from your throat as her thumb circled lightly. The hand on your ribs moved so her thumb could play with your nipple there. Accidently, you pressed your thighs together the best you could with one her legs there. Gawtin wasn’t about to allow that. The Yautja moved without removing her hands from you and forced you back open. “Stay, be good. Let me take care of you, artful one.” Her words vibrated against your chest.

Your free hand came up behind her head and tangled with her tresses. Gawtin’s grasp tightened on you. Her head buried into your shoulder as you captured the beginning of a tendril between your fingers. Keen teeth pressed against soft skin. You took the open opportunity to lean forward and lick up the column of the Yautjas throat.

Gawtin’s mandibles opened and latched onto the space between your neck and shoulder. You cried out, body tensing up, feeling yourself be pushed to the edge. Your cunt throbbed with overwhelming need. One more swipe of her digits and you would be done for.

The hand on her tress pulled in reaction, causing her hips to pump forward. Gawtin’s body almost curling over yours.

When the Yautja had the mind a few seconds afterwards, she released your flesh and leaned up to be on her knees. Your eyes raked down her frame taking in her rising and falling shoulders. There was a wild look in her eye. You just started something that you won’t be able finished. Not with the way she staring down at you like that.

Without a word, just that look in those purple eyes of hers, Gawtin reached over and pulled open the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Your eyes widened at the action. You didn’t even need to see to know what she was grabbing. It was your fault you riled her up and she’s going to take it out on you. Your orgasm at this point had faded away but you knew it would come back to the edge over and over again. Yet, never to fall over until she allows it.

If only you had the chance to run away, you may have had a possibility to walk tomorrow.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Room For One More

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x Reader (GN)

Word Count: 1736

Summary: After a long day of exploring the forests of Yautja Prime - within safe distance of Gawtin's dwelling, you come back. The planet is rough, harsh, hot, and humid. Your clothes stick to you a like a second skin. All and all, its uncomfortable. So you return home and find Gawtin in the massive tubs they have. You decide to join her. There's nothing she hasn't seen of you and vice versa.

Author Note: I fucking love Gawtin. She's my girl. She's spicy but so nonchalant about being with a human.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 2

Blood and sweat dribbled down your body. An arm swiped at your forehead before any could get in your eyes. To be blinded forty feet off the ground doesn’t sound like something you would enjoy. You took deep breathes from your nose then exhale through your mouth. It helped slow your breathing as you sat on a sturdy branch.

On your side was a pouch, it held all that you’ve collected over the course of the day. Yautja Prime maybe a harsh planet to live on but you couldn’t deny the things you could find. At the end of the day – which is closing in – you were going to be sore and pink. The planet’s sun was harsh on your feeble skin. Clothes help but the moisture makes it stick to you like a second skin. It was one of the most uncomfortable things ever. The heat and humidity wrecked you. Even if you lived in a humid place before, there was nothing that could prepare you for the summer like months here.

With a joyful pat at the bag, you began your descent down the tree. Your moves were precise, eyes watching for the predators that would happily eat you. As a human, you’ve adapted as much as possible to Yautja Prime.

It was your second night on the planet when you adventure out into the wilderness. Bad idea. That night, you learned the hard way what lurks in the shadows.

That’s why you better make it back home before night falls. Or else Gawtin might find you in pieces.

Careful steps carried you through the forest. Along the way, you stopped and crouched when leaves moved without a breeze. Your head tuned into that direction, eyes sharp and watching all that could be. That’s when you saw the shimmer of light reflecting off something. It was a Yautja, but you didn’t know who. At that thought, you stayed still. Your hand slowly shifting down to your belt and grasped a knife. The sweat that coated your body almost made the weapon slip out of your grasp.

Then, you felt it.

Eyes stared heat at you from behind.

Something sliced through the air. After training with Gawtin almost every day since you landed on this planet, you dove to the side and lashed out. Your small blade cut through skin and muscle on the cloaked Yautja behind you. This battle was going to end poorly but you would die with honor and pride. The way that Gawtin taught you.

A pained roar pierced the thick air. You were quick to also attack again and sliced up their leg. Neon green blood sputtered out. Once more, you went in for another strike. But a large hand wrapped around your wrist and hauled you off the ground, easily. That wasn’t going to be the end of you.

The knife was dropped and traded to your other hand as you, again, tried to stab them. Unfortunately, they also stopped this, cloak falling the in process.

Enraged chitters and snarls poured from his mandibles. It was one of the males that live within your town. His biomask easily covered his face but from his tone, he wasn’t happy at all.

The grasp on your wrist tightened, making you drop the weapon. “Why did you attack me?!” you growled and kicked at him. The two of you don’t truly know one another but have talked. You’ve learned a thing or two from his stories. Two of those you’ve just executed. Go for the lower legs and stay behind a Yautja.

He scoffed and released your dangling form. You landed a little unbalanced then glared up him. “Did not attack. Just… played with?” he attempted with English. Not many Yautjas speak the language and let their masks do the work for them.

A harsh glare was set on him. “Played with? Seriously? So stupid,” you snarled and picked up your knife. From behind you, leaves crunched. You swiftly whipped around and faced down another male you know from the town. You maybe human, doesn’t mean you’re a plaything. As much as they think so, it wasn’t the truth.

“Moved too slow. Would kill-“ he motioned at you. You rolled your eyes and began a path back to Gawtin’s house.

“Say that to your wounds,” you snarked at him. The two just stayed there and watched as you walked off. You kept your weapon in hand, just in case one of them decides to pull a stupid action like that again. You did feel pride though. There was no way you would win against the two of them by yourself. Two full grown adult Yautja’s against an untrained human.

In the end, the damage had been dealt. It wasn’t a dire situation as you first thought. Just two stupid Yautja thinking it was smart to sneak up on you. You continued through the jungle with a huff, eye and ears still peeled for any movement or sound.

Nothing else stepped in your way as you emerged from the foliage. Gawtin’s dwelling stood before you in all of its glory. You smiled at the sight before walking up to the back door. It slid open without hesitance and let you in.

From your position, Gawtin couldn’t be seen in the living room or kitchen area. All the doors were open in the place. Maybe she wasn’t home?

That was something you’ll figure out later. First, you needed a bath. You reeked horribly, not even a Yautja could probably stand you. That’s what happens when you go exploring for ten hours. You do have to say, it was fun to collect.

As you entered the shared room and set down your bag, you could feel another presence nearby. It couldn’t be those males again, they wouldn’t dare step foot into here without wanting a death wish. You scanned the room.

Off to the side was Gawtin, eyes half closed, and body almost fully submerged in the bath. A smirk graced your features as you strut up to her. “Is there some space left in the bathtub for little ol’ me?” you questioned with your head tilted, eye sweet.

The water vibrated as a purr rumbled in her chest. All she did was lift up a single hand and reach it out towards you. With a giddy laugh, you peeled off your nasty clothes and was quick to enter the bath. To be honest, it was like a deep pond. They had to be for the size of these guys. Not that you minded. Not at all.

Gawtin pulled you towards her and forced you onto her lap. The water stung at your skin, barely tolerable at this stage. This was mild compared to what she usually soaks in. You were thankful nonetheless. You cuddled up against her bulky frame. Both arms resting on her shoulders, finger intertwined behind her head. “What have you been up to while I was gone?” you questioned and softly stroked at one of her tresses. She’s taken all of the trinkets and jewelry out, meaning this was a long, deep soak for her. The special necklace you made for her was sat upon all that used to adorn her body, making you smile at the sight.

“Everyday actions needing to be done,” she responded and leaned down. You felt her tongue run across your collar bone. A shiver went down your spine. “What have you collected today? Your bag seems quite full." One her hands gentle grasped the back of your neck, keeping you close to her.

Your gaze fell over to the bag close to entrance of the room. It laid on its side, some of the contents have spilled out. “Lots of stuff. I’ll show you afterwards.”

Nothing in this world could drag you from her or this beginning-to-soothe bath. After all the climbing and hiking you’ve done today, your muscles were sore and aching. The warmth of the water helping you both relax.

She clicks her mandibles at you in laugh and held you chest to chest with her. You did your best to accommodate her wide hips. A purr started up from her as she cuddled you close. Then she seemed to tense and push you half an arm’s length away. A confused look washed over your features as you stared into her purple eyes.

Her pink tongue slithered out and tasted the air between the two of you. She growled. “Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong?” You tried to calm her down and reach out to her. She spread her upper two mandibles.

“You smell of male Yautja. Why?” she snarled but the look on her face didn’t make her seem mad at you. Uh oh. Those males are going to be in big trouble now.

“About that,” you nervously started, “when I was coming back because the sun was setting, two males decided to play a fun game with me. Without my knowledge. Some things happened and I managed to cut one of their legs before leaving.”

Fire seemed to flicker in her eyes at this. “But, they got what was coming for them. At least one of them.” You hoped this didn’t turn into a fight or what happened at that festival… People still talk about it and know it was you. You only got teased once. Never again. Gawtin isn’t one to mess around with.

Then, something caught your attention. “Where’s Qui’oky?” He’s usually here with his mom but that didn’t seem like the case today. Gawtin held you close to her again. An arm underneath your butt to keep you face to face with her. She buried her face into your neck and shoulder area.

“Bziut-ty’s.” Ah, that makes a whole of lot sense. When the two of you know you’re going to have spicy time, Bee is always up to watching over Qui.

That just solidified that Gawtin planned this ahead of time. Now you knew what was gonna go down.

Sharp teeth softly latched onto the meat between your shoulder and neck. All of your muscles tensed at the action, a prey like mindset waking up inside of you. You squeezed your thighs. She growled in return, fangs biting just a little harder.

For tomorrow, there was no chance on you walking. Not that Gawtin minded. She liked to take care of you.