#yautja x male human

[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monsters

December 1.) Yautja Christmas head cannons

Minors don't interact

Imagine a yautja wearing a Christmas sweater. Confused on why their wearing it but it makes you happy so they keep it on for the season.

They like the hot chocolate you make them, their obsessed when you put peppermint into it. Always purr while they watch you make it special for them, they like being spoiled by you.

Seeing you put up wires with glass every where confuses them but they'll help sense it's clear that it makes you so happy. When it finally gets dark enough out and you turn on all the lights they get shocked about it not expecting it. They absolutely love it and practically beg for you to get more lights to pick up.

Careful they might steal other peoples decorations to put up in your house.

They enjoy making snow men with you... and using those snow men as target practice. It's fun for them.

[kissmyaft]

Na na, imagine being in an argument with your male yautja mate, and instead of talking it out y’all fuck to make up instead😩😩🙏

My dick would be throbbing fr

[yandere-kokeshi]

I remember you posted that you write alien vs predator now, so if possible could you write something about a yandere yautja x chubby!f!reader??? Like maybe she accidentally witnessed some them hunting on earth but as they were going to kill her another yautja grabbed her and ran or fought the others, he’s usually content just watching but she was threatened and he couldn’t stay away…. Or even just headcanons about them and what they’d be like as a partner

Sorry🫣

— Yandere Yautja with a female! chubby mate

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about chubby reader, and yautja stuff.

A/N: I changed it up a bit and decided to write headcanons about having a darling who is chubby. I hope that’s alright :)

In his planet, or rather culture, female Yautja have a naturally larger and masculine build: muscular thighs, fit hands that’ll be thrown at anybody, and a good athletic build. But, since the day he saw you and touched you? He died at the second, and swore to protect you to all the Gods. And ensuring, you’d be his by the end of the night. 

To get it easy — he sees no issue with your size. Generally sees you as a ‘plushy’ and more huggable, there’s nothing wrong with that. 

But if he senses you being sad over your weight, he clicks in annoyance. How dare you insult yourself like that? Within seconds, he hikes you up on his shoulders by one hand, showing you that weight doesn’t mean a thing to him, so nor should you care. 

It’s no surprise that Yautja’s love heat, and your beloved mate sees you as a heat source. He has to be touching you at every given moment, muzzling his face deeper into your belly rolls as you two sleep in. 

Finds your stretch marks remarkable. Scars are a symbol of strength, and are praised highly in the culture and with your lovely Yautja, he views them as a form of scars. 

Handsy to a capitalized H, and doesn’t know a thing of personal space. Your skin is so warm and soft, his paws squishing and handling you is his favorite hobby. Adores the scent you have, and uses your thighs as pillows. 

Generally would love for you to go naked in the house. Nudity isn’t a source of shame in yautja culture, so he’d be confused if he sees you embarrassed. In all, he admires and wishes for the day to come; imagining himself pulling your clothes off, chirping and clicking in excitement as his hand covers your hips and addicting curves. 

Very protective, and whilst that’s guaranteed with his aggressive stance, it’s mustered up a bit because of how gorgeous you are. He’s convinced that if any other ‘ooman, or yautja, sees you – they might get attracted and try to steal you away. He’s ready to fight and tear off limbs if must. Possessive to its finest. 

Treats you with the finest things he can find and cook. He cooks you amazing food, ones that leave your mouth salivating, and wakes you up with breakfast in bed; admiring your sleep figure and messy hair from awakening. 

Loves to dress you up in clothes, especially if it’s in pelts that he hunted for you. Admires looking at you from behind, smiling like he’s made the day, and stares you down like a mad-man. You’re just so cute, ‘ooman.

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[aresthelostboy]

Yautja X Male!Scientist!Reader

[I’m using Wolf as the Yautja and this doesn’t follow the story in any way. If any facts are wrong, ignore it because I last watched the predator films at least three years ago. Can be read as GN!Reader.]

Summary: When the group of Yautja boarded your crews ship amongst the many stars of Galactica Primara, it was intended as a visit of a coming assistance. Gathered in the mess hall, partially converted for your human captain to present to the Yautja, he speaks of testing new subjects. They’re interested, so you get a visit, though you aren’t too worried. That is, until you realise just how attracted to one in particular you are…

You sigh, eyes closing for a moment as bitter disappointment sighs on you. The movements on the slide to the microscopes had slowly stopped and you find yourself reaching for the tape recorder once more. The rubber gloves squeaking against its plastic, you speak close to the microphone, an edge to your voice that follows a wasted sample.

“Test subject B57: Failed. Presumable death over the temperature and humidity. Resuming tests at 0800 hours on Friday 13, April, 2029. This is (y/n) signing out.”

You place the recorder down and, grabbing each edge of the gloves, you strip them from your skin and place them in the nearly overflowing bin beside you. Taking a few minutes to discard of the sample and disinfect everything, you look at your work station, slightly less annoyed now that it’s clean and tidy.

A loud beep sounds out, making you jump for a moment before you realise that it’s your personal communication cell that’s alerting you to an incoming message. Soon enough, the face of your second in command appears, as stern as ever. A grin tugs at your face, always tempted to rile up the easily angered man. It’s just too funny. Yet, today, he seems in brighter spirits so you wait to hear what he has to tell you.

“Ah Dr. (L/n)… finally. The message to the Yautja tribe was successful and their ship is inbound, ETA 3 minutes.”

You can’t help the genuine smile that pulls at your lips, knowing that it was a long-awaited meeting that had every higher up in floods of excitement.

“Congrats. If you need anything, you know I’ll be here. I’d rather stay out of the way and let you all deal with this,”

You gesture vaguely.

“and I’ll start a few other tests. B57 was a failure so I’ll be moving to C14 and going back to B tomorrow.”

All he does is nod before someone seems to shout him, his head snapping in the other direction before giving you a quick nod. Before you know it, the comms have been severed and you are left alone once more. Shrugging, it’s soon realised that the alien tribe must have arrived and you understand that they’re much more important than a time-wasting conversation.

Removing another pair of gloves from the packet, you put them on and ready up a new sample of an unknown organism, readying your scalpels and tweezers in order to soon pick apart the cell matter and individually study it. Placing the microphone of your recorder up to your mouth, you press at the button on the side. “Subject C14 test begins. Friday 12, April 2029. Time is currently 5:46pm.”

You don’t know how long has passed, only that the number of unseen messages from your commander on your comms has grown over the time. Only once the new source of matter has failed, as you had expected, you find yourself looking through the ignored remarks.

‘They want to look through your lab, is that alright?’ 5:59pm

‘Hello?’ 6:12pm

‘Y/n, they’re curious about the tests you do. Please?’ 6:17pm

Wincing while you read them, you deftly remove your gloves and shoot a response back hoping that, over the course of 39 minutes, you hadn’t majorly screwed up.

‘Should’ve called, was busy with tests. You can come by now if you’d like?’

Deciding to wait for the response, you don’t receive one, even after you’ve seen that he had read it. Once this is noticed, your heart rate increases, realising that speaking to your superior in such a way may not be the smartest idea. That is, until, there’s a knock at your door.

(A steel door that was only provided after you threw a fit about having dangerous subjects in an easily contaminated space. The crew didn’t care about the tests or the safety, they just wanted you to leave them alone so you finally got what you wanted.)

After checking yourself over, smoothing down your lab coat and making sure your hair wasn’t askew, your hand finds the automated doorway and it opens.

For all of your mind, the wish that you could’ve hid your reaction is high. Seeing a Yautja in a dark grey mask shouldn’t affect you in such a way, and you definitely shouldn’t be thinking what you are… The way your eyes widen slightly, not from fear but from curiosity and the way your breath catches in your throat, something they could definitely hear… it makes you flush slightly. Taking a breath, you look at your commander, nodding slightly before turning to the Yautja. Dark grey mask watches you with a tilted head and once it notices your gaze on it, his head snaps to look in the other direction.

Never had you believed an alien race to show such a predominantly human trait as embarrassment. It’s almost… cute? Shaking your head, you rid yourself of the thoughts and focus on the three in front of you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I assume you have translators?”

The largest one nods, it’s mask a light, titanium coloured grey and you smile slightly, hovering in the doorway. There’s one beside him, looking away and down, his posture slanted as if not wanting to be notice, this one’s mask is a darker grey. The others mask is black. These men… these creatures, surely they know basic rules of a lab. You sigh, shaking your head and addressing each one in turn.

“Please, don’t touch anything. And if your curious, ask. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

Flashing a smile at the unknown aliens seems out of place but you do so anyway, stepping back and allowing them into your space. One of them stops at the doorway, a darker grey mask on, watching you with great interest. A few clicks and trills catch your attention but, as the others don’t react, you don’t either. You watch back, curious as to who will break the eye contact first. He - would it be right to call it a he? - tilts his head slightly before stepping into the lab, following the others. It takes you a moment to notice your commander left but, oddly enough, you felt safe with the Yautja group. A few sharp clicks grab your attention and you turn to the light grey masked one, wondering about it’s attention grabbing sounds.

“This?”

A raspy and distorted voice comes from the mask, the creature pointing at one of your experiments. You can’t help the appreciation that paints your face as you step over, closer than most humans would feel comfortable, and begin explaining the intricacies. Throughout your speech, you feel eyes on you and, as you are seeing two of them looking at your experiments, there’s only one left to be doing so. Without breaking sentence, you turn to look at him and grin as you see him whip his head away in a tense, feigned interest in a sheet of paper… a blank sheet of paper. A slight laugh escapes you, only for him to look back, shoulders visibly dropping into relaxation. A quick smile is flashed his way and, believing you could trust the Yautja, you turn your back to continue your explanation.

You’d barely finished explaining what each component did, the two Yautja painfully invested in your words, when a quiet screech echoes through the metal room. The three of you turn to the last of their group, a hand in front of their greyed mask and a light green blood like substance sliding from their finger. Your frown, walking over quickly and finding he had touched one of the alien blades you had been studying earlier. “Are you alright?”

You can’t disguise the concern in your voice as you walk over, hesitating to touch him. Though, when he doesn’t pull away, you gently take his hand and inspect the wound. Hearing a few clicks and trills no longer bothers you, understanding it’s the same as humans humming or making basic noise. You look up at him, noticing that he hadn’t followed your one rule and has touched something. Shaking your head, the Yautja stills, watching you with interest.

“Silly Yautja.”

Though the words are said with amusement, there’s an underlying tone of worry and care. It makes the yautjas stare and stand as if petrified by Medusa herself. You continue to mutter to yourself, finding a bandage and wrapping up the bleeding cut. He tilts his head as you do so and when your ministration have been completed, he flexes his hand, only to look at you with a deep interest.

“Wolf.”

The deep growl comes from the one in front of you and you can easily tell what he had said. Though in the context it confused you.

“Sorry?”

It gestures to itself, repeating the word. After a moment you nod, smiling softly.

“Wolf? That’s your name?”

He nods, hesitating for a mere moment before tapping his bandage then on your chest, where your heart should be. It was easy enough to guess what he had meant, knowing that the courtesy of thanks had been passed throughout the galaxy. Smiling at him, you nod, tapping your own chest then his in turn. This seems to make him rumble quietly, an appreciative sound that vibrates through your bones as you touch his skin gently.

A quiet hum comes from behind and you jump, realising that you had enacted such an intimate (to their species, at least) moment in front of his clan mates. A light flush takes over your face as you pull away but Wolf lightly places his hands over yours, keeping you skin to skin with him. You bow your head slightly, aware that in may alien species, it was a sign of respect. It seems to be accurate as he gives another quiet rumble.

You find yourself wanting to hear that more and you stop yourself in your tracks. How could you fall for an alien race? It just wasn’t normal and shouldn’t happen… but he is cute. And you just know that behind the mask, he’ll still be better than the humans on this ship.

“Y/n.”

At the direct address, your head snaps up and you pull away from Wolf, much to the Yautjas displeasure. Your captain stands in the doorway, a slightly confused expression present yet he seems to shrug it off quickly.

“Whatever. The others say it’s time to leave and they are gathering in the common. So say goodbye to your… acquaintances.”

He watches you for a moment more and walks off, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. Turning away, you look back to the three Yautja and smile.

“I’ll walk you back?”

All eyes are on Wolf as he nods and clicks quietly, head tilted. The other two lead ahead and you walk with him, watching as he barely makes a sound, the hunter genes shining through. It interests you and, as your gaze becomes more focused, his body becomes more tense.

“You’re beautiful.”

You speak as if reading off facts from a list, stating it in such an obvious way that his mind stutterers for a second, causing his head to snap to your gaze in such a way that you don’t need to see him to wonder what he’s thinking.

“I mean, I love your mask and I can’t help but wonder what’s behind it. I bet you look cool. And your skin is gorgeous, like a snake, not to mention these claws!”

Your hand is in his, bringing them both up so you can trace a gentle finger across each of his sharp talons. He doesn’t pull away, relishing in the contact of such soft, warm skin and in such an innocently romantic way. Your eyes meet the ones of his mask and they shine, a bright smile filling your face.

“I hope we can communicate soon. Perhaps you all wish to come back and look around some more?”

The two of you are stood in the lobby, the other Yautja waiting by the ships entrance for him with a few warning growls and clicks following. Wolf nods, tapping his heart with his free hand and then tapping over yours. Though you don’t speak in such a language, you understand the meaning well enough, given the context. As you,let go of him, a sad smile paints your face.

“I hope you all return safely. We will welcome you back soon. Goodbye.”

The doors shut and you hold onto the fact he looked at you till the very last moment, you hold it with all your heart.

When you get back to your lab, you begin to tidy away the papers and left over rubbish that you had forgotten to put away only for something to catch your eye. Something that hadn’t been there before. Something as a… gift?

A pristine, off-white skull of a seemingly alien creature had been positioned carefully on the side of your desk and you find yourself smiling as you realise that was where Wolf had been stood. Though you had never been in contact with the race before, the message of such a gift was clear enough and you find yourself awaiting the next visit.

As for the skull, you place it on your emptied ledge over your desk. After all, there had to be plenty of space for the rest of the courting gifts, right?

[monnowo]

COMMISSION!!! My actual first yautja commission and is for @himbo-in-limbo !!! Is just one pose, not finished yet…but I really love him!!

[alienvspredator-art]

REQUEST: Predator smut

Ralatioship: Male reader/ Wolf predator.

Warning: SMUT/NSWF. Minors don’t interact!!

Title: Can we have a smut fic of Wolf with a male!reader who likes a lot to tease by messing with his hair and it backfires always?

You smiled as you remembered how it all started, you never imagined that he would reciprocate your feelings, he was an elite Yautja, someone who seemed unattainable.

And you got along well, well, your relationship included a lot of pranks, you two had fun together in a love-hate situation, he made fun of how small you were and you told him that he wasn't as good a hunter as he seemed.

But oh God... how much you wanted him, all that hatred you pretended to have for him disappeared when you focused on his body, his chiseled abdomen and his strong arms, as time went by the jokes diminished, suddenly you acted nervously in front of him. You started to avoid his gaze and blushed when he was around.

You fell in love.

When you finally took courage and confessed your feelings to him, he just watched you, he didn't say anything and left you standing there. Thank goodness you didn't make a public statement, you were already embarrassed enough by the 'rejection'.

You didn't want to see him anymore or show your face, you wanted the earth to swallow you.

But to your surprise, Wolf looked for you at your house later and he talked to you more calmly, he explained to you that he was just joking and that he was also attracted to you, you almost hit him. Again he had gotten his way.

Now they had been together for some time, but nothing had happened, he spent his time busy hunting for him or training the Young Blood and you spent your time on other missions. When he finally returned to the house, you approached him with your hands on your waist.

“And good? Do you think we can finally be alone? “ you asked.

“I think so,” he said.

“I think so…” you repeated, you frowned and approached him, you raised your head so you could look him in the eyes, he was much taller than you. “Damn, I wish you could stay today, but I guess you have another mission, right? That's why you're so thoughtful.”

He nodded, you already assumed it, you knew him well.

“You know that I’m from the elite and that I don't have that much free time” he explained.

“And if... just for today, you stay with me.” Your cheeks burned.

He scoffed “you can't live without me.”

You stretched out your hand and reached for one of the tendrils that swung over his shoulders, the reaction was immediate, he took your wrist.

You knew that those dreadlocks were sensitive, they were an erogenous part of his body and he always pushed you roughly when you tried to touch him, as if he wanted to avoid something.

But you wished he wouldn't avoid anything.

Aware of what your decision could mean, you reached out with your other hand and lightly tugged on a pair of tendrils. He let out a soft grunt and his breathing became irregular. You continued running your hand over his face, over his jaws. He let go of your other hand.

You ran down his abdomen, his skin was so different from yours, so exotic and hot; Then you returned to his head where you deliberately pulled on his dreadlocks, causing him to let out a quite audible moan, it was a kind of low growl that caused your legs to tremble.

You removed your hands and raised an eyebrow:

“And good? I think you can't live without me either.” You said, so sure of yourself.

He growled, but he didn't seem angry, he just pushed you into the dining room, you were left with your abdomen against the wood and your feet dangling over the edge. He raised his hands up your thighs, he could already feel his hard member beginning to stand up, there were so many nights in which he dreamed of you, it was easy to get excited.

“Do you want to play dirty?” his voice sounded different, thicker, hotter, you made an effort to get up and he imprisoned your hands in yours, bringing his body closer to your back.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your body asked for him.

And Wolf wanted you too but he was worried... you were smaller, he didn't want to hurt you and he wasn't really sure if this was what you wanted. He just needed to hear no and he would leave you alone.

“It's okay” you whispered, your own member began to throb, you just wanted him to make you his and that's it. Here and now, in the kitchen, the place didn't matter to you! You only cared about being with him.

Those brief words ignited his body, you unbuttoned your pants and let them fall down your legs, he put a finger towards your hole and a moan escaped your lips when he introduced a little bit inside you, he repeated the action several times, preparing you, to It was like a wonderful torture and moans escaped your lips, you couldn't control yourself.

Wolf caressed you without haste, enjoying your body and moments later he unbuckled his belt and his loincloth fell to the floor, his member was free, he felt relieved to get rid of the pressure, you turned your head a little and he dresses; It was thick, big and ridged, much better than you had imagined and it had some lubricant on the tip.

You clenched your fists, angry at not finding anything you could hold on to on the smooth table, right after you felt the strong grip of his hands on your hips, distracting you from your search.

It was your last chance to refuse, but there was nothing else you wanted more than to be with him, you relaxed your body.

He began to enter you, his hands left your hips and placed themselves on the table.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, he was about to collapse on your back, you were so tight and he couldn't stop a growl from leaving his lips.

“F-fuck!”You said, the immense stretch caused you a wave of pleasure and pain, you once thought about not being able to bear the entire length of him, but now you couldn't think clearly.

He gave you a few moments to breathe, you adjusted your own angle on the table and then he started fucking you.

You could feel him so deep inside you, all those strange textures of his own skin, all his movements, he went in and out, maintaining a slow and long rhythm, the pain slowly faded away, you were adjusting to his girth and you wanted to. further.

“C-come on, I like this, don't stop!” You have never felt more complete, ever.

Wolf increased the speed of his thrusts, making you delirious and scream, he growled, above you, he spoke in his own language, as if he had forgotten all the English you had taught him.

You were so close...

And then you clenched your fists so hard, you felt your own release and he was still pushing into you, dragging you to a second orgasm, your inner walls squeezing his member tightly, he wasn't going to last any longer.

With a deafening roar he came inside you, spilling his seed until he filled you completely, you felt all that heat embrace inside you, flooding you, the liquid ran down your legs and Wolf was still ejaculating.

“F-fuck…” You whispered, he pulled away from you.

“I think I've won this fight” Wolf said, you rolled your eyes, you were about to complain when he pushed you away from the table and brought you closer to his chest, you were both sweaty, you were still agitated but he just held you against his body, you knew that this was his own way of showing you his affection, yautja weren't usually loving, but here Wolf was, hugging your body, because you were the most precious thing to him.

You smiled, “I love you,” you said, you weren’t sure you could stay standing, you were exhausted, but luckily, he was by your side.

[idonthaveenoughideasforthis]

Наконец-то дорисовала этот арт :) Захотела зарисовать появление моего мальчика. Может чуть позже напишу более подробно про это.

I finally finished this art :) I wanted to sketch the appearance of my boy. Maybe I'll write more about it later.

Я не знаю ставить ли это в отметку "для взрослых" или нет...

I do not know whether to mark it as "for adults" or not…

[i-am-trans-gwender]

In Predator 1987 Dutch should have made love not enemies and fucked the Yautja. Yaoi-tja if you will.

[monstersandmaw]

Male yautja x female reader (reverse harem, nsfw) Chapter Eight now up on Patreon (early release)!

The previous chapter is also now free for everyone to read after being up for a week on early release (7th Oct 2024 at 1700 BST)

[yautjalover]

I have been taking my sweet time to finish my fanfic “Star Child”. It’s coming together beautifully and I’m honestly sad to put Dhare and Ashaki down. 🥺 They’ve been my babies for almost two years now. It feels like losing a part of myself! It’s wild how attached you can feel to characters who live in your head.

If any of you have been looking for a story with a black protagonist, then you would definitely love my fanfic “Star Child”! It’s an epic enemies to lovers romance between a human woman and an Elite male Yautja. There’s drama, there’s angst, steamy smut, and lots of action! Check it out here (Ao3) and on WattPad! I really hope you love it!

Tags include: Idiots in Love, Wrongly Perceived Unrequited Attraction, Bisexual Male Character (Dhare is a Bisexual!), Plus Size mc (Ashaki), Miscarriage, PTSD, Near Death Experience, Eventual Smut, Fluff, etc.

The WattPad Cover ❤️

I own this cover. Commissioned by me to Cyvorg.

[yaut-jaknowit]

It's All About Size

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

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

Word Count: 1981

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

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

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

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

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Ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That means he’s known almost this entire time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Showing your Yautja your hyperfixation collecton

Yautja x Reader (gender neutral prounons)

I feel like almost everyone on tumblr has a hyperfixation collecton of some sort lol. Heres your Yautja mate reacting to you showing them it. Just some slice of life fluff!

If you have any certain hyperfixation collection you want to see comment it and I'll absolutely make a part 2.

Warnings: mentions of bones and animal pelts, taxidermy, very slight meantions of nsfw no details at all

Minors do not interact!

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Male Yautja

Your showing him your collection of bones? Oh my what a mighty hunter you are tiny ooman getting all of these bones. He knows what each bone is even if you don't but he doesn't say anything about it. If you think a bone is something it's not he won't correct you, he thinks it's adorable. It doesn't matter how you got the bones, you could have found them on a walk or even bought them, he'll keep calling you tiny hunter. If you give him any bone from your collection instant purring. It's going right next to his biggest skull it takes first place as his favorite trophy.

Your collection isn't bones but small little trinkets? He loves it all the same. He'll lightly chitter as he looks at all the bits and bobs you have. You definitely have things he's never seen before. At first you won't notice but slowly your collection is growing with things you don't remember finding until you catch him adding little trinkets to your collection slowly. He'll deny his actions at first but then he'll start asking you if you liked his little gifts. From then on he gives you the little gifts in person, he wants to see your face when he gives you them, that and he's hoping for praise but he won't admit that.

Your collecting stuffed animals? Why? You can just cuddle him. Is he not enough? He's very jealous of your stuffed animals at first, going so far to flare his mandibles in a aggressive manner at your stuffed animals. He keeps this up until one day after coming back home from a busy day you find him laying on top of all your stuffed animals purring loudly. They smell like you and are so squishy he now understands why you love them so much. He starts buying you more and once they smell like you he'll take one or several of them to keep on his ship to cuddle when he's away. Your only getting them back when they lose your scent, then he'll trade you for more of them! He'll get so excited when he finds rare stuffed animals and races to your home to give it to you. Do you like his new trophy that he "hunted" for you? Please tell him you love it and give him some kisses he'll be purring up a storm!

Female Yautja

Oh so you collect pens? How intresting ooman show her more. Ooman language is so strange a swiggly to her, cursive looks like art to her and will gladly watch you write in cursive. She watchs your pen move like a cat watching a laser pointer. It doesn't matter what pen you collect she's fasinated by them all. Could be fountain pens, pens that have fluffy balls at the end of them, regular gel pens, pens that don't look like pens. If you have a pen that looks like a sword or axe that's her favorite, she won't tell you but she'll chitter and pur more when she sees you using that one than when you use the other ones. Whenever she's at the market she'll always check to see if anyone has pens or ink she can get you. You don't have to ask she'll automatically get them for you. She likes spoiling her little mate let her do this.

You collect pelts? Now your speaking her language! She'll fixation dump on you too about pelts. Get ready for snuggles in piles on piles of pelts while she tells you how she got every single one of them. If you don't yet live together she'll give you some of her pelts, please please give her some of your pelts she'll be in love. Bonus points if your the one you tanned the pelt. If you do live together your pelt collections are being combined. Swapping pelt care tips are a must of course she loves talking about pelts and listening to you talk about them. If she ever comes home to find you drapped in only her pelts her heart is racing, don't expect to sleep that night.

If you collect odd taxidermy she get's a little confused. Now we're not talking about a stuffed bird were talking frogs taxidermed in the position of them fencing each other, squirls wearing top hats and suits with canes, mice in Christmas clothes, really weird taxidermy. She understands having bones and pelts but this is odd. She's not judging of course but it is odd, just like her odd little ooman.l whom she loves dearly. Every time you show her something new you got she just loves seeing the look of pure joy on your face as you talk about it or how you found it. Just seeing how happy it makes you makes her happy. She will start gifting you odd taxidermy too, she either finds them at different markets or makes you more herself. Theres a lot of reference piece's she can take inspiration from, it's clear which ones you like the most and so she will try to make similar ones to it with animals she hunts herself.

You collect buttons? How strange, why? She's confused by it but wont question it you always seem to amaze her with your different hobbies and interests. Will sit with you on her lap while you show her each and every button you have and any stories connected to it. If you have names for some or even all of the buttons she will remeber them and if you always refer to the buttons by their names she will too. She'll always be supportive of your collection. If she sees a button she thinks you might like she'll take it, even if it belongs to someone else. She'll by it if it's at a market or shop of course she has standers but she thinks nothing of it taking a button from weaker beings. Yonk hers now. Will give it to you with a proud smile wanting praise for finding it for you. Absolutely will pur when you do give her praise. Ask her to name one of the buttons? She would be honored. If you sow one of your favorite buttons to one of her articles of clothing she would cherish it forever. Anyone who says anything bad about the button has their head ripped off and kicked like a soccer ball of a cliff. That's her oomans favorite button how dare you! She likes the clinky sounds some of the button's make, please clink them for her she stop whatever she's foing just to listen to them. Her favorite button is a teddy bear with a little blue bow tie. She won't tell you that but it's always the one she picks up and twirls around in her fingers when she lays around the house.

[kissmyaft]

It’s 5 in the fucking morning, why am I still awake and imagining Celtic fucking my brains out. Send help

[killershrike]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Alien vs Predator (2004) Aliens vs Predators Series - Various Authors Predators (2010) The Predator (2018 ) Predator Original Series (1987-1990)

Relationships: Original Female Yautja/Original Trans Male Character

Summary: Dustin really had become someone else entirely, a person he didn't recognize. Who mindlessly followed orders and took abuse all while saying “Yes, sir.”

This is never what he wanted. This is never who he wanted to be.

Kha'cte's question echoes in his head. Do you want to come with me, little rabbit?

All his life, Dustin had tried to escape. Escape his pain, explain stigma, escape the shadow of a future alone looming over him. All he wanted was to escape. And now, Kha’cte is here, and she's offering Dustin the ultimate escape of all.

A new world, a fresh start, a society that would accept him.

[symbioticyautja]

Short story, cause this song makes for a good sad love song.

Across the Stars

The palace had a roaring gathering with council members and elders. They were enjoying a new year. The palace was grand and intimidating, the Yautja built it that way to show off their might.

Whilst the gathering was going on, a human was on the balcony, enjoying the sites and beauty of the jungle that the palace was built around. The stars were so much better to look here on this planet, than earth.

It was rare a human to be on this planet, some humans did set foot on it, but only for short times. This human, however, was invited to stay. He was a 5’9, decently built human, he wore his human clothes. Mostly a black hoodie and black pants, nothing much else. He did love his Vans though, he always wore them. He wore them on missions/hunts too.

“I thought you’d be out here, Isaac….” Said a deep, stoic, and yet calming voice. It was an elite Berserker Yautja, 8’5ft, it was pure black with purple spots and gold markings all over. He had some splitter design on him as well. He wore his hunting attire, it was shiny for the party. It was his armor causing the shine. Isaac reacted and stood straight for a bit. “Oh! Hi, Aloysius…”

Aloysius walked through the glass door and stood beside Isaac. They both stood there, silence growing between them. The wind blew the trees, the sounds of the jungle was nice. Isaac closed his eyes and just enjoyed the peace.

“You know…. The clan leader wanted to meet you” Aloysius said, looking down at the human. His bio-mask was off and the mandibles moved. Isaac cleared his throat “Oh I know. I waved at him and came out here” Aloysius rolled his eyes “You need to meet him, you live here now….” Aloysius said and folding his arms.

Isaac looked up at Aloysius, The big brute was always nice to look at, but his eyes. A deep blue, the most calming eyes to be seen. Isaac looked away and at the jungle view again. “Don’t you think it’s weird that you aren’t seeking a female?” Isaac said.

Aloysius let down his arms “I told you…. You are the one I seek. Specially after you pulled” Aloysius said, Isaac scoffed “Let’s not talk about that fiasco… that mission went off the rails fast.” Isaac said. Aloysius chuckled adjust his posture to look at his human more. “That mission is the reason why you are here, why you are wanting to be seen by everyone, and a CLAN leader wants to talk to you.” Aloysius said, then he got closer.

Isaac notice and adjust himself to be closer as well, putting his hands down from the folding position. “Look… he knows I don’t care for Females… I respect them of course, and I sure don’t wanna piss them off. But” He grabs Isaac’s hand and holds it. “I want you. I can’t explain it, but…” Isaac just smiled “Yes, Aloysius… I wouldn’t mind being your mate…” Isaac said with a smile.

Aloysius just smiled, a happiness slowly overwhelming him. They both stayed close, holding hands, looking at the stars. “Never thought a yautja, let alone an elite berserker would fall for a human.” Isaac said with some tease in his voice. Aloysius just smiled, they both slowly interlocked their fingers and looked at the Stars.

“It’s nice…isn’t it?” Isaac said. Aloysius kept smiling like a massive dork “Oh you have no idea….” They just stayed there, enjoying the company of each other . And just embracing the moment….

“From Strangers to Friends, Friends into Lovers, and strangers again…”

[monnowo]

Hello everyone… sorry for not being here with you those last months but wasnt very good with me… so im opening emergency comissions (just sketches) of your most naughty Yautja fantasies!!! Please, is u are interested, contacto me ;)