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So for my research on my latest hyperfixation I've learned some new info- Specifically on the Clans.

WARNING! All of this may be wrong but it makes it easier to wrote soo whatever!

1. The Grendel King is the leader of the Feral Clan.

Aka this guys Boss

2. The Jungle Hunter Clan are like the tradionalist. So super old school and are super strict. OG

3. Wolf was apart of the Elite Clan. Aka he is like in the Bad Ass retirement group that still does stuff. But from like superfan comic nerds he belonged originally to a the Jungle Hunter Clan. Aka traditional badass

4. Scar was apart of The Isolation Clan aka they use that Pyramid system and are tradionalist but like flashy gadgets

That's all I got so far-

Okay Byyyeeeee! <3

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Pebble

Grendel King x FemReader + OOC

This is mostly the Warlord with his child however. You're just mentioned. IDK why just wanted to make something cute- Fuck it also its best to read Yautja Youngling Culture to get the dynamic.

NOT PROOFREAD

FLUFF! UNICORN ASS FLUFF! with normal mentions of Yautja Violence.

The Warlord chuckled as he watched the wild beast absolutely bulldoze through the oomans below. The male (if he remembered correctly was called a Spartan) being turned into a smear of red on the stone wall.

He was a bit disappointed by this days events- He had been one he expected to last the longest in truth.

However now he was curious who would actually remain..

'Father'

Glancing over he looks one of his older sons Dlek walking over calmly. Glancing down at the arena as well, The Recently Blooded having just returned from his first hunt and now seemingly just taking time to watch the events unfold-

The Warlord had many children.. 15 to be exact, it was a right he has as he had in his position. Creating more hunters like himself-

So yes while it was fun to have fun with having many females he could enjoy his time with.

His true interest was he actually enjoyed the rather large brood of children he had- He cared deeply for them all as they were his favorite part of his accomplishments. Especially with well being so talented. It was a true ego boost.

But

He would never speak it.. Out of the 15- he did have a favorite..

The youngest that be had born from a ooman no less.

You. Which many would also argue and you are also his favorite.

Sure he would scoff and say you were merely a pet, a concubine of his by chance. But this was in all truth complete horse shit.

He cherished you.. He spoiled you. It was simply fortunate no one minded since they got spoiled also just in their own way.

Grendel nodded for his older child to speak as he messed with the tail of his cape again now lazily watching the fight.

'Pebble ran off- Again'

He growled low in his voice and sighed subbing his face Dlek doing the same as his father in equal frustration. The older male glancing to the ship behind him seeing you and a few of the other kids looking around to find the missing youngling.

Zyrethi

Or has she is affectionately known as-

Pebble.

The said favorite- Her human blood having made her small for yautja but while most would assume it showed weakness. It had become her strength. With only being 5 years old she had learned to be stealthy, quick and hard to spot. A wonderful feat as a future hunter but a annoyance to her Father and family.

'Of course she has..'

He rolled up from his large seat, as he waved to Dlek to stay there in his place as he went to find his daughter before she got into something she wasn't suppose to.

Again.

There was a certain point were he was the only one able to find his little Pebble. Despite the bright blue beading they had sown into the back of all of her damn clothes and even brightly colored brackets with bells on them in all her locs to hopefully spot her before she got into shit. They failed.

Those added bits of security had just made her more clever with it.

It didn't take long to track her, despite it being tedious. Following the light trail to the back of the arena were the frozen warriors lay.

Different guards were around now confused why he was there, but he didn't expect any of them to know she was there.

His eyes sweeping the area spotting the flash of blue amongst the stark gray metal, her little self slipping into one of the fast moving elevators before it shot straight down.

He mentally sighed. She was going to the Armory of all places.

Easily following her down on his own Elevator now growing more and more impressed at her- seeing her dashing through the rows of far too advance weapons and armor seemingly searching for something specific.

Which she found and it almost made him laugh.

Creeping up behind her as he watched her reached out to an axe almost 4 times her size and weight incredibly similar to his own. He was grateful that the blade was down to the ground instead of hung up like it should be.. Especially as she stood so close

Pebble purring a little to herself she grabbed at the shoulder of the axe blade and pulled it towards her. Grendel feeling his heart almost fall from his ass.

'Pebble-!'

She jumped in surprise as Grendel reached over quickly grabbing the handle stopping the Axe from most likely injuring her.

Wide eyed now she went to bolt but he was fast picking her up by the back of the hide garments which made her little arms flail out the air prison. He held her up so they were eye to eye, meeting those pretty eyed she had inherited from you as he yelled in worried anger.

'That was Stupid!.. Why are you even here'

'..So I can get stuff so I can to go on a hunt with you'

He scoffed at this the anger disappearing as fast as it had been there by her meek voice, Glancing to the axe she couldn't lift and would have easily crushed her as he set it in its rightful place.

'No-'

He responded almost boredly as he set her on his shoulder beginning to walk out, growling annoyed under his breath. She knew the routine at this point as she couldn't jump down with him just catching her- So she enjoyed the ride seated on her father shoulder.

'Why not? My older siblings get to go'

'Because they are older-'

'But I am better then them I know it'

She mumbled, Messing with one of the metal brackets on the tendril loc. It had been one she had seen you put on for him.

'You are bold Pebble, but you are still too young. Besides-'

He glanced up at her as she messed with the loc.

'You must grow more. I've taken shits bigger then you'

Her little mandibles scrunched up in disgust at the comparison letting out that dark growl like chuckle.

'What can I do so I can go with you?'

'Get bigger- and stop running off'

'...Is there anything else?'

He shook his head, Walking back outside to the blazing sun as the two of them made there way back to his seat.

Pebble looked down at the fight still happening in the arena which made her eyes sparkle.

'What if I beat you in a fight?'

The Warlord actually paused at that- Non of his children had ever dared to challenge him. Now his smallest and youngest had.

Always something new with her...

'Oh?- You want to challenge me?'

'Mhm!'

Taking a seat again he looked to Dlek who stared at his sister mildly annoyed she had ran off again. Earning a flicking to her elongated forehead by the male and a whine from the little girl.

Grendel waving off his son for the action.

'Dlek did you hear? Your sister wishes to challenge me in a fight'

Dlek cocked his head to the side staring at the youngling before just turning and walking off silently. Clearly not even bothering to humor the either of them with this.

'Well then little one, Try'

He mused, Before feeling her start to pull on him in her little 'Battle' her tiny hands trying to yank on his top corner mandible however a fast flex of them rendered that useless. Aiming now for her to try and attack his locs and head.

Her little teeth while sharp didn't really do too a single thing for damn near fully calloused man.

'Tell me when you start this fight Pebble'

He teased. This earning a small growl from the girl as she tried harder this time. Unknowingly giving her father exactly what he wanted- Her tiring herself out.

No one really paid any mind to this as the Warlord was seated back, Messing with the tail of his cloak as his youngling was trying to bite and beat him up with tiny teeth and little fist.

You chuckle a bit to yourself as you watched for a moment before turning to head back into the ship shaking your head softly.

Now see why he had insisted having another with you last night.

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Nurture or Nature is my new favorite. And I keep thinking ‘how old is Amir?’ And ‘is he baby for yautjas?’

Those are fantastic questions!

ALSO GLAD YOU LIKE THE STORY! <3

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A Bottle from Then and Now

Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader + OOC

Both Fluffy sweet and Sour Sadness

Warnings: Mentions of Childhood abuse and some sad thoughts/topics

Simon knew it was such a stereotype but fuck- It was one for a reason..

He'd gotten home from his latest assignment and was winding down in possibly the most clique domestic thing possible.

Laid back in the big comfortable recliner with the TV on some random show he didn't care about, his 12 month old daughter Lily laid across his legs fast asleep as he patted a mindless beat on her back and taking micro sips a low alcohol beer you'd picked up for him which made him grimace each time it hit his lips.

"Ugh- This is nasty.."

"Why are you drinking it?-"

You ask, Looking at him amused from the loveseat. He shrugged taking another sip.

"It's like fruity piss-"

You let out a small cackle as you see Simon face grimace lightly smacking his lips in disgust. He'd been teasing you all night about your terrible pick from the store-

"Stop drinking damnit- Besides You had said you'd wanted something different Si"

"Its defiently different. It's like.. A train wreck in my mouth- It's amazing how bad it is.. It keeps drawing me in"

You start to now laugh loudly as he gave a fake cough, Looking at you and holding up the bottle to read the lable once again.

"Organic- Great start there luv.. Strawberry Cherry Sourgummy Beer"

He wheezes at the very end and you're no better at how truthfully how ridiculous it sounded especially from his lips.

Yeah- This was defiently one that would be nursed if not tossed out about halfway through..

The two of you laugh which made Simon legs shake. Staring Lily slightly as Simon paused his little pats on his daughter to make her settle. Rolling your eyes you get up from the couch and scoop up Lily from his legs with a playful glare.

"I'm going to put Lily to bed go you go on and finish your Organic Strawberry Cherry Sourgummy Beer-"

"Sure you don't want a sip before you go Luv?"

You flipped him off as you walk off earning a ugly snort from the man. Stretching a bit still hearing Elijah finishing up brushing his teeth.

"Bug? You almost done in there?"

"Yeah!"

Elijah ran out from the downstairs backroom and clearly not paying attention to anything with the grace only you had- Absolutely tripped on the air apparently and just ate it face first into the old carpet.

Simon jumped a bit in his seat wide eyed sitting up quick as he set the bottle next to him.

"Fuck mate-"

Elijah jumping up like it was nothing smiling brightly as ever. Simon waving him over quick.

"You alright? Come 'ere"

He looked over his son, Seeing no bumps or bruises on the boy despite eating it.

"I'm okay Daddy!"

"Alright Lad let's not do that ey?"

Simon chuckled at his tough little boy who nodded cheerfully, rolling up from his chair hearing the rice crispty treat sound of his back he yawned a bit.

"Up we to-"

Taking his barely sipped bottle of beer with him. A force of habit at this point he had now since Lily started to be able to hold herself up on furniture and like to grab random things to drink.

"It's past your bedtime anyway-"

Simon swooped down fast as he grabbed the boy by his legs as lightning speed and hoisted him up making Elijah dangle upside-down like a fresh caught fish. A habit that seemed to make your son break out in a fit of laughter each time as Simon carried him to his room.

Marching up to your son's room he was quick to toss the boy onto the bed making him laugh loudly as he settled under his blankets knowing the routine.

Simon plopping down on the tiny bed- Well more of slid his upper mass next to his son as he awkwardly let his legs settle to the side of the bed to not destroy it.

"You need a hair cut Lad"

Simon grumbled, looking over the dark locks of his son with a large calloused hand.

"But Mrs Hartz says she thinks my hair is cute"

"Well Mrs Hartz is a very nice saying that but I don't know how well you'll take care of your hair if it's long"

Elijah gave a toothy smile.

"But you say it's good for girls to find me cute-"

"Well, Maybe not a women in her 50s Bug"

Simon snorted, however deciding to take mental note of that to be looked into later.

Elijah after that began to talk his ear off about random things, Simon humming like he understood even if it was past him-

But his son was happy to just random shit- however it made him happy non the less, especially as Elijah started to doze off from talking.

"And then.. the golden freddy- is actually.."

Simon started to chuckle as Elijah was now just mumbling half asleep.

"Love ya Bug"

He said calmly, Kissing the top of Elijah's head as he slipped from the bed. Rolling up with a bit of a grunt as he walked to the doorway to just look across the room as if some silent danger could possibly be there- which landed him at the damn window.

He'd forgotten to close the curtain which he prepared to do but he flinched when he saw himself in the glass.

A cold chill going through his body as he felt every muscle in his body tense up.

...

It was like for a split second he swore saw his own Father..

Leaned against the doorway of his room with a drink in his hand just how he was posed now, It brought back memories he had done everything in his soul to forget.

He remembered the twisted smell of sweat, liquor and cigarettes.

He saw himself laid in that dirty old bed holding the blankets up to his face in terror staring at that silhouette as he knew that of he was standing there it ment his evening would be disturbed and terrifying.

Simon looked over himself in a blind panic, as if he was in a similar state of disheveled- As if his nice pajamas pants you'd gotten him for Christmas was somehow dirty sweats with alcohol and piss stains. That his old military shirt he wore to bed was a ripped up sweat drenched wife beater with sprinkles of blood from his mother. One hand clean and empty instead of a stained belt but the other hand held a bottle which made his whole body shake at the single similarity.

His eyes almost bugged out as he searched for any sign of the flash of memory he'd just witnessed.

No needles or rat shit on the floor just different toys needing to be picked up. No terrified child covered in bruises and flinching at the sight of light. Just Elijah was laid now snoring softly clutching his favorite toy of the week to his chest on the squeaky clean bed with Minecraft characters on it.

Slowly he moved from the doorway- the same cold feeling settling in his chest as he didn't want to step close to that window.. Closing the painted door just enough to were there was a crack like he did every night and walking down the hall silent.

He felt his heart beat in his ears, almost woozy as if an explosion went off next to him.

Leaning against the wall he tried to get his breathing down- Pausing once he realized he was next to the nursery cracking it open seeing Lily in her crib.

Seeing his toddler sound asleep with her little hand on her face which reminded him of a drama queen trying not to get their photo taken.

He sighed heavily then, his children were safe.. The panic at least somehow moving past him as he moved away from her door.

Simon comes into your shared room and sits on the edge bed, You sit up prepared to have some idle chatter and sweet kisses- However you see the rather somber look on his face staring at the solitary beer he had set on the dresser like it had wronged him.

"Simon?"

You move over slowly to him as he finally tore his eyes from the bottle.

"I.. I just don't understand.."

He whispered softly, looking at his palms as his lips hardened in a line.

"He beat the shit out of us like it's nothing.. literal torture for nothing- Absolutely Fucking Nothing..."

You blinked in surprise at this.

For some reason it seemed to settle on him finally, a reality he had wanted to ignore for so long. That all that had been done to him truly had been for nothing- It wasn't like there was a excuse to begin with yet standing there sort of had him settle on the fact that he'd gone through what he had for truly no real rhyme or reason.

"There really was no reason.. He was just- Evil"

You sat next to him, Listening to his words. You wanted to hug him, you wanted to hold him however you waited, Waited till he could get it off his chest and you could ask.

Simon looked back at the bottle, laying his hands flat on his thighs as he stared at his warped reflection on the bottle.

"I saw him (Y/N)-"

"What?"

"I was standing in the doorway and I saw him.. I looked exactly like him and it scared the shit out of me.. Especially with Elijah there- It felt like it was a scene ripped from my childhood"

His breath was shaky at best and you could see sweat on his skin which he tried to wipe away. Shaking his head in though and a almost horrified chuckle bubbling through his lips.

"He said he did what he did cause we were bad... but no matter the tantrums... the screaming or whatever I can't ever see me even raising my voice to them- let alone think about the shit he did"

You saw him reliving it, Staring at that bottle as if a TV screen of his childhood being played on it.

Reaching out quickly you take the bottle and set it on the floor away from his view, snapping him from his daze.

"..I'm sorry Simon- I'm so sorry baby.."

You never poked or asked about the things he went through.. You saw glimpses of a trauma you honestly could never hope to understand.

"Its.. It was a long time ago but Fuckin Hell"

He rubbed his face with a heavy sigh. Reaching over as he took your hand in his own.

"It doesn't matter if it was a long time ago- It still hurts.."

"It's just so bizarre.. Seeing me look just like him but in such a different- Situation"

You look to Simon, Seeing him choose that final wording in a almost forced manner.

"Well.. Maybe it's that, The person you are now is the person you'd have felt safe with as a kid.. So could be why its bizarre? Like uh, seeing an alternate reality"

Simon froze at that- Turning to stare at you with this unreadable look on his face, as if replaying your words as he looked forward.

His brain going to Elijah just down the hall, cuddled in a warm clean bed, a safe home in the country- Knowing his father would be there to protect him and his siblings with his life, a lovely mother that would do anything for them with not even the thought of a hand bring raised onto him.

It had been something he'd always wanted growing up.. and he had created it-

His eyes get misty- His other hand covering his face as you see his scar covered bottom lip quiver slightly.

You gently wrap your arms around him as you feel him hold you tightly. His face pressed into the crown of your head as you feel tears drop onto your scalp and the gentle shake of your husband's breathing.

"Y-Yeah.. I guess so"

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Nurture or Nature Pt. 2

Male Yautja (Ci'tde) x FemReader + OOC Amir

When your 3am bullshit becomes popular. Alright let's do this. Gonna post this latest hyperfixation till it dies out in my brain!

NOT PROOF READ

<<< Part 1 Part 3

Your scream echoed through that entire shack- If not the entire surrounding area..

Whatever the hell you were looking at it took a step back, It's what you now see is a clawed hand retracting from the crib as you dived forward with reckless abandonment- Simply pure parental panic.

Rushing forward like an animal as you grabbed the crib pulling it to you as you snatched your son out of it just as fast.

Amir who was now wide awake from your scream and on the verge of either crying or prepared to throw hands at being woken up was pressed into your chest. Survival and Instinct simply taking place as you stumbled back with your baby in your arms.

The large looming figure shifted then blocking the main door leaving you trapped.

"Why are you here?"

You manage out you felt like you were seconds from a heart attack, that.. thing slowly pointing to Amir in your arms making your panic skyrocket.

Was this the lab?

Oh God were they going to drag you back!?

Were they going to take your son?!

Your mind going a mile a minute as you sat there before you glared hard- You didn't know what you had to do but if this ment tackling some 7ft armored thing so your son could live then so be it.

While you were ready to fight, Ci'tde was personally very amused.

You looked like some wild animal. There against the dirty wall with your child pressed into you- Prepared to snap and bite if this supposed threat got too close to your youngling.

Ci'tde while enjoying a good fight- wasn't about to wrangle a clearly frightened women with her baby. It just spelled bad news and a unfavorable look- So he figured a different tactic would work.

You watch with wide eyes as it reached up and pulled at some thing on the side of its head, before lifting what you see is a armored mask of sort and..

Your heart dropped to your stomach-

Oh God..

You were met with a far scarier older version of whatever your son was. A massive mouth with large sharp fangs, Sharp pointed tusk on the end of those mandibles- It seemed in your fear fueled half asleep brain you'd somehow missed those locs as well.

He looked like he could eat you alive..

The silence in that shed was suffocating to way the least. Your whole body sort of slumped then. If you'd had any water that day you'd probably have pissed yourself..

A now fearful whimper leaving you.

Ci'tde pleased that his message seemed to come across in some way- even if it rendered you utterly terrified.

Meant you'd be compliment.

Gesturing calmly for you to get up with what clearly seemed to be a far too sharp claw for your comfort.

You slowly stand up, Your legs shaking under your own weight as you slide up the wall- he stepped to the side allowing you to walk out of your little home.

For a split second you moved like you were gonna dash forward but heard a deep terrifying growl from behind you.

Yep stupid idea.. no running

Stumbling forward you started the walk. The armored alien walking behind you as you were herded forward into the forest.

Now forced to trudge through vegetation and rocks barefoot- and in pajamas which felt rather degrading truthfully.. as well as sweating bullets as it felt like the start to every horror movie ever.

Fortunate it seemed when you were brought to a clearly. Looking around slowly as you wondered what the fuck was happening till you saw odd warping ahead of you.

No.. No fucking way-

Your feet planted as you saw the cloaking disappear and there was a ship now in the center of the clearing.

If it wasnt the fact that your son was currently squirming in your arms and starting to try and pull on you- you'd think you were having some sort of stressed induced mental breakdown or possibly even hallucinations due to trauma.

You knew your son wasn't human but damn-

An actual Alien Spaceship..

Huh..

This was not on your bingo card of life..

The doors of the ship opened then and you glanced back at the giant armored thing- Which shook its claw again at you to enter. Which you very very slowly did, taking in the new environment.

It was well.. an Alien Ship- just not the flying bleach white saucer type.

Slick, warm and dark. It looked like it had been carved from a single solid metal mass- Worn well from use with what seemed to even be rust.

You jumped a bit as you heard the door of the ship close behind you. The armored.. well grown alien walking past you not even really looking to you went to the front of the ship.

Just leaving you standing there, You didn't really move the first few minutes- Just trying to mentally catch up, ignoring the acute pain behind your eye.

Shuffling forward finally towards what was lighten up more, as if the light would somehow be a saving grace.

It was not-

It lead you right to what you could only describe as a wall of death. Skulls and spines of creatures you'd never seen before large and small all on display.

That ocean of fear now going down your spine once again.

Especially when you saw the clear human skull and spine hanging in the corner.

Nope Nope Nope

Immediately wanting to tuck tail and bolt- However those doors closed and you didn't think you'd be able to run fast enoug-

'Who is the other parent'

That robot voice came through suddenly his mask. Making you squeak as you look at the other standing near- Clearly sensing your fear in some way as he pointed you away from his wall of trophies.

"I uh- Don't know"

You could see the way his head twitches- as if not expecting that answer from you in the slightest.

That probably wasn't a good look for you either as you felt your face warm up. You were terrified, tired and now embarrassed- However felt better then trauma dumping on some other entity.

"MA!- Rrrrr! MAA!"

Amir who was now wide awake looked to Ci'tde and gave his little 'Rawr' to him flaring those mandibles of his before beginning to babble and make his series of growls and clicks mixed in with 'Mama' between each one.

You giving a soft sigh- Despite being locked in an alien ship you felt a bit more stressed that he was awake and probably would be for a while now.

The larger alien cocked his head hard to one side then the other side at this.

It was almost like a curious cat-

However he reached forward suddenly towards Amir which made you step back quickly. Ci'tde keeping his hand in the same position but looking to you instead.

"No Absolutely Not-"

You say immediately, eyes drifting over to were the wall of death was. He huffed a bit, almost like he was offended.

'You and him are not prey. Just Looking'

You didn't exactly feel better about how he said that.. but you figured it was his way of saying he wouldn't hurt the two of you.

"...f-fine.."

With a very hesitant nod to him step forward again. You were more then ready to bolt if he did anything tho, Sure you couldn't leave the ship but you'd still run somewhere.

Ci'tde looked over the boy who was giggling and babbling at him. Noting how much more- cheerful he was compared younglings on his planet.

However his playful nature wasn't what Ci'tde was investigating.

The male reached forward gently grabbing the child's face as he looked over the pattern of his skin more closely- including the crown of his head which had soft rounded ridges right were his Locs started, The male purring softly to himself.

You watching as if it wasnt for the fact this was- overall a weird situation you'd probably be more upset.

Ci'tde then hooking his claw gently nubby corner tusk of the boy, Amir immediately trying to grasp his hand to bring to chew on it.

He paused then, Amir now once more opening his mandibles letting out his cub like growling- Irritated he couldn't bite him.

But Ci'tde was just froze watching him then quickly released the youngling as he growled now to himself- His breathing changing slightly before staring hard at you. It seemed he'd gotten an answer.

Just one he didn't like.

You heard a series of growls and clicks that didn't translate- However could tell they weren't of the positive kind. He began walking past you fast.

'Follow'

Not really in any position nor will to disobey you do. Not keeping up with his long strides as he seemed to almost stomp-

You following the best you could as Amir decided he didn't want to be held anymore and way squirming- Aka him now being sideways starfished out in your arms fussing.

Leading to a more closed off part of the ship you stood there awkwardly- Watching the armored alien press his clawed hand into a bulge of the wall, Before it slid open revealing what seemed to be weird looking plants and meats.

Must be the fridge?

'Sit'

You slowly took a seat at clearly some sort of table that looked like it was carved from the ship itself. Mindful of everything around you as if one wrong move something could come out and bite you.

Ci'tde set down a bowl in the center of the table before moving to the other side and sitting.

It looked like some sort of mushed meat-

You curled your nose to it, but got a pretty good idea this was probably this species equivalent to baby food..

"...This isnt the meat from the wall is it?"

'No Cattle'

Ci'tde watched as you still didn't at take it despite his reassurance. It wasn't till he lifted his mask enough to take a clawfull of the mush and ate it. Showing it was safe to eat.

You did notice the slight shake of his head-

It made sense.. No adult would probably enjoy a swipe of baby food.

After which you pull Amir up from his still tantrum like position as you slid it towards Amir who now looked at it clearly confused- thankfully no longer wanting to be dramatic before he stuck his hand into the gloop and put it into his mouth. Before repeating as he messily fed himself clearly liking it.

Or maybe just happy it wasn't peas-

Normally you'd have liked to feed him but you weren't going to ask an alien for a damn spoon- Doubting he had any in truth.. and also being awake at the crack of morning wasn't exactly a prime time for brain function and you didnt have the energy to truly deal with your child at this point .

That and you weren't even sure any of this was real- Still on the fence of this being your mind having finally given up on you.

"What are.. you going to do with us?"

'Evaluate-'

You watch as he began to press into this device on his arm- Red symbols you had no idea what they said popping up. It was clear however he was documenting you and Amir by the way he kept glancing up.

"There haven't been anyone like Amir before? Have there?"

'With Ooman. No'

"So.. There has been others that are mixed just. Just not human"

'Yes'

"Are they.. Dangerous?"

'Yes'

You fully understood now.. He wanted to know if Amir was dangerous or not- which now made you even more hesitant about the mush now..

"Were they here? On earth before?"

'Yes. But Gone. By my mentor and a bomb'

Oh-

Wait a bomb?

You'd remember hearing about that. How they nuked some town in Colorado, so that was aimed at them..

It was fair to assume that a bomb was a sort of end all.

"My condolences..."

He didn't say anything at that. Unsure if condolences was a thing on his planet.. you now shifting awkwardly- hoping that maybe showing soft human niceness would help your case at this point, maybe even open up a way to escape.

"What was your mentors name? If it's okay to ask"

You watch Ci'tde as he stared at Amir then, as if your question drew him to the child specifically. You heard that low rumbling purr as he turned his head to the side once more and leaned forward a bit.

'Vauk'dte- But you oomans called him different'

Amir now staring at Ci'tde who was still eyeing him down, eating more of the mushed meat innocently.

'Wolf'

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We Missed You pt. 5

Nikto x FemReader + OOC

<<< Part 4

NOTE: If you've never seen Nikto from COD before he does have acute dissociative disorder, so at times he will refer to himself as 'Us/We' a bit randomly.

Ever since your little evening reconciliation with Nikto it had gotten..

Weird-

If not just weirder then normal..

Nikto had seemed to drift closer to you, That odd gleam in his eye you'd catch when you two had first hooked up now burning once more.

It seemed your acceptance of his mutilated face had made him far more interested in you more then a just a former easy fuck or the mother of his child.

He would stare at you as you moved through the house, You knew he was always watching you- But now it was really bold now.

Made you both want to run to the hills and also look a few moments long.. Before you Ultimately bolt.

But besides Nikto very clear growing attraction to you again he had started to take over the evenings more- You almost passing out while on an exercise ball seemed to have banned you from most evening care with Ava. Every time you tried you were pushed back to your room by Nikto.

Blessing you with more sleep.

So much more sleep.. It was heavenly

But tonight that blessing was ripped away by-

'Crinkle - Krinkle..'

'Krinkle - Crinkle..'

... the fuck..

'Krinkle - Krinkle'

'Krinkle - Crinkle Krinkle'

You softly sigh forcing your eyes open as you look around first in confusion, then looking to see it was the baby monitor.

'Krinkle'

'Crinkle - Krinkle..'

Followed by an annoyed sigh through the monitor. Then another series of soft muffled noise.

'What the fuck is going on?'

Sliding out of bed you slowly slid down to the floor.

You didn't have the sneaky ninja skills that Nikto had but damn it You were trying and learning.

Managing to in a less then graceful way do a slow crawl from your room down the hallway. Seeing the nursery door open.

So you laid flat on your belly next to the nursery and peaked in.

There Nikto was sitting on the floor with Ava, He was only in sweatpants and no shirt showing the maps of scars and blown out blotchy tattoos on his body-

It was like a story was written on him yet one you couldn't even possibly hope to understand.

You see a empty baby bottle not far from him along with a set of new clothes which he was putting on her with slightly clumsy hands. Grumbling in his native tongue as he did so.

His thick fingers struggling with the clasp of the onsie for a moment before finally getting it with a hum and smirk.

"If I didn't know before, We know now you are my daughter by how you puke and shit on me"

Nikto gestured to the discarded shirt you now see clumped with the soiled onsie and far too many baby wipes thrown on top- Aka what you assume the crinkles you heard were.

Ava gurgling at him as she laid on her back moving lightly in her now clean clothes.

The man smiling with a sigh, His scars stretching into a almost creepy display of stretched muscle and far too shiny fake veneers on the one side of his smile contrasting his more normal teeth on the other end.

Ava giggled and squealed randomly clearly in some way happy to see him, grasping a concept of him that not even you were sure you saw, but she did as she Cooed and blew spit bubbles at him.

He gave another gravely chuckle. Before beginning to speak in his native tongue to her- You doubted you'd get a chance like this again..

Pulling up your phone on the lowest setting light to were you could barely see it you pull up Google translate and just hope it picks up what he's saying.

"Я никогда не думала, что смогу добиться чего-то хорошего. И вот ты здесь.."

'I never thought I could have something good. Yet here you are'

Ava started to coo again, Nikto poking her rounded stomach making her little legs kick a bit and arms move.

"Я рада, что ты у меня есть. Моя мама бы тебя баловала. Ты мне её напоминаешь..."

'I'm glad to have you. My own Mom would have spoiled you. You remind me of her..'

Oh your heart hurt.. Dear God it hurt when you read that.. Nikto had said he was the only one, and it hit you then just the idea of how lonely he must have been before Ava and yourself.

Nikto large hand smoothing over the whisp of hair on her head.

"Но я буду баловать тебя вместо неё. Всё, что ты пожелаешь, Звёздочка, я тебе дам. Когда ты подрастёшь, я куплю тебе любую красивую одежду, какую ты захочешь..."

'But I'll spoil you in her place. Anything you want Little Star, i'll give it to you. When you're older i'll get you any pretty clothes you like-'

Little Star?..

So that is what he's been calling her hm?

He hummed, clearly thinking about things he could buy her. Which made you almost laugh at the though of him handing your baby a wad of cash in her current state and telling her to buy stuff like what he did with you-

"Игрушки, конфеты, все, что ты захочешь, но только обещай мне, что останешься маленьким"

'Toys, Candy, Anything you want but just promise me you'll stay small'

Nikto picked her up, Staring at her as she babbled and bobbled there. Staring at her Father as she drooled, seemingly indicating a 'Yes' in his head as he smiled.

You heard that gravel like chuckle again from him as he pat her back gently and held her close. You felt your heart swell, smiling softly to yourself as you read over those words.

God damn who knew such a creepy motherfucker was such a softy-

Here he was- At far too late at night or early morning. Letting you sleep while he held your guys daughter. Feeding her, cleaning her up to the best of his abilities and telling her how much he adores her.

It was painfully sweet..

You could suddenly see him there bringing Ava anything her little heart desire. With how it looked too would seem like the stereotype pushover girl dad-

Oh god what would it be like seeing per put makeup on him or colorful ribbons?

TEA PARTIES!?

You almost giggle at the though and go to cover your mouth.

Why did it get quiet?

That was till you heard a tapping on the wood of the door and look up quickly to see Nikto there- holding Ava to him with one hand and tapping the door to alert you he was there. You glancing into the Nursery and now back at him.

"God damn how can you move so fast."

Nikto stared down at you with a amused look on his face, patting Ava back still as she gurgled. You managing to get back up to your feet with the help of the wall

"Eavesdropping?"

"You're one to talk-"

He paused for a moment before giving a single head nod in some level of agreement.

"So what happened? I got woken up by the baby wipes-"

You already knew the answer but just wanted to see if he would say it..

"...went to feed her.. She shit on me- Then after we fed her.. She puked on me"

A soft snort left you, Nikto looking annoyed as he gave a nasally sigh. Glancing down at Ava got a moment as you see his face seem to take a grim appearance.

"..(Y/N)- I will be leaving soon"

You blinked as you felt like you just got smacked in the face as you stared at him.

"Wait what?"

"I will be leaving- for a longer errand"

You felt.. Sad, if not scared by the wording.

"For how long?.."

He shrugged. He didn't know?

"Oh-"

He started at you hard as if curious of your reaction.

"Just um.. Be safe okay?"

He only gave a nod before waving you off to bed the twinge in his face showing he had at least some emotions by your words. For some reason used to his commands at this point you do as he gestures and return to bed..

When you woke up the morning you immediately knew by the shrieking cries of Ava.

He was gone.

You didn't expect soon to be that night.

A single text on your phone being your only true indicator besides his presence that he had left.

"I'll return. Stay Safe"

That last part put you on edge for some reason..

And unfortunately you found out it was a for good reason.

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Wedding Hunt

Yautja (Tec'hak) x Fem Reader

This was a shot off in the dark while on a caffeine high and stuck in a lecture. So don't walk in expecting like 10/10

Warning: Hunting Fetish, Hard Sex, Dominating Sex, Biting Kink, Overstim

You didn't have much time-

You felt your legs staring to burn as you ran through the thick layers of alien jungle.

Jumping over thick roots sticking out and trying to avoid the lower hanging branches that could smack you.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you ran.

Breathless as you looked around quickly seeing if any hiding spots stuck out to you, Looking behind trees and seeing if climbing one was an option.

"Shit-"

Adrenaline coursing through your veins as you can't help but let out a breathy giggle.

Never thought you'd see the day you were actually be Prey.

Turning quickly you start to run through some brush searching for a good hiding spot.

Despite what it seemed to the outside world, This was your wedding night.

Your now mate Tec'hak having a short time before he would hunt you down - and you were far too excited.

It wasn't till a few days ago were you informed of this event.

When the Clan who had accepted you as one of their own long ago had told you about this tradition-

Dat'wei - Or the 'Wedding Hunt'

They had laughed when you had blushed so hard it felt like you were gonna catch fire.

After the main festivities of celebrations, with the normal food, drink and fighting-

The newly mated couple would lead to the edge of a pre-mapped and cleared out section of the jungle were one would run in and the other would hunt you down and well-

Consummate their union there on the forest floor.

Normally there would be a fight for who was the one to run through the forest first but you had actually volunteered to be the Prey in this scenario-

Seemed fitting afterall.

So here you are-

Running around trying to find a spot before the Hunt began. You only had till the whistle before he would be after you

They actually never did tell you how much time it would be before that whistle-

'Oh Fuck-'

As if the universe heard you and wanted to mock you that whistle blow.

As fast as possible you duck into the opening of a lowered tree, knowing he would be on your ass in seconds if you didn't hide now.

Sure Tec'hak didn't have any of his normal hunting gear, Just himself but it didn't take away from his skill. Luckily the fact the both of you were buzzed from the alcohol served during the ceremony was probably your true saving grace.

It was dead silent, You covering your mouth with your hands as you kept as still as possible.

Heavy footsteps soon greasing your ears. Now having to hold your breath at hearing the purs and gentle almost wind chime like sound of long strips of ivory on his lower garments with the normal fishnets under shifting softly as your mate moved by before they faded with a huff.

Stepping through the soft long grass- your body low as you looked around gently.

Seemed he had wondered off-

Going down to start crawling on all fours as quietly as possible to a different little hiding spot- knowing he could see the heat from your body you stayed low were it was cooler. Hopefully giving you some sort of edge.

You knew he was near by, Drawing closer to you as you continued your small little dashes to different hiding spots.

Now slowly rising up to your feet, climbing over some large roots of a grand tree. You ran through to another side of it, trying to be as light as possible as the soft jingle of the beads of your netted wedding attire.

These damn ivory beads felt like cheating..

Despite being beautiful.

Looking out you bite your lip-

'Where is his?'

That's when you heard it.. that all to infamous chittering that would draw fear into Prey but a blooming warmth in you directly above.

Looking up quickly there perched on a thick tree branch Techak was staring down at you, His head turning to the side as his locs shifted over his shoulder clearly amused.

"Found~"

A small shriek leaving you as you bolted once again.

Tec'hak jumping down right behind you as he chased easily was able to keep up but was clearly having fun as you raced through the jungle

You staring to make quick turns through the trees with a laugh as he growled and purred behind you.

You feel despite running as fast as possible his claws snag at the knot of your skirt slicing it loose- Immediately leaving your lower end bare to nature besides the beaded fishnets.

Trying to keep your fast pace just for the hell of it- Despite feeling the fabric of your skirt falling from your body a very new breeze hitting your skin.

Jumping out to a small clearing greeted unfamiliar teal blue moss going under your feet as you raced through.

With a surprised squeak he was quick to scoop you up and lay you down just as fast- Trying to squirm away from him with a smile however you were quickly yanked back under him.

Him growling loudly as he put his clawed hands on either side of your head trapping you there under him, Drawing a joyful laugh from you and a more playful growl from him- His yellow serpent like eyes looking you over.

"Easy Find"

You smiling brightly as you reach with your hand gently running down the loc like appendage of youe make, looking over the golden cuffs and beautifully dyed blue thread made just for tonight wrapped around on random parts.

"Well polished ivory don't help~"

Your soft gesture drawing a deep pur from him as he gently pressed his forehead against your own.

Such a soft moment as the two of you just soaked each other in, your hands still running over him Enjoying the moment. It wasn't till he shifted softly, Meeting your eyes finally.

"Ready?"

You pressed a kiss against the side of one of his tusk.

'Yes my mate'

You say in his native tongue making him chuff happily. Of course with zero hesitation he reaches one hand down and quick to shred the fishnet scattering the ivory beads to the ground.

A surprised noise leaving you at the sudden actions as he was so quick to leave you nearly bare besides what remained of the netting with loosening beads falling from you. That chattering like laugh leaving him as you pout.

But that was very quickly forgotten whem he pulled the bottom peice of his garment off flicking it away to who knows were. You looking down as you couldn't help but blush deeply-

You'd seen him naked before of course, but each time it left you in nothing short of awe-

A few shades darker then his natural skin tone, tapered and covered in soft ridges from the tip to the base, far from human and far longer then any human could and ever would be.

Tec'hak drawing your neck back with his lower tusk as he purred pressing against your neck clearly, with a slow practicing motion he began to run his cock against your folds- those soft ridges pressing against your clit drawing whimpered moans from you.

He nipped your neck then, drawing a soft whimper from you before he position his hips. The soft tapered tip pressing against your entrace,feeling the smooth pre already on your skin. Sticky and thicker then any human as it soothed any discomfort- If not make everything feel so much better..

Your fingers digging into the tough skin of as a broken moan left you.

The tips of his claws sudently drifting down scratching slightly at the soft skin of under your thighs as he bend you in half slowly. Your face turning bright red as you were being spread out to the elements, but that quickly disappeared as he slowly pushed into you at the same time-

Each inch thicker then before as you feel yourself falling apart in slow motion. That natural balm while soothing any discomfort said nothing to sooth that slow stretch.

A jolt leaving you when he bottomed out, the thicked base of his cock rubbing your clit once more. Ankles damn near to your head you felt so full- You swore it was like you could feel him up to your chest.

There was a few moments, just connected as Tec'hak shifted his hips as if settling and carving out his space in you just for him. Ruined for anyone else who dared tried-

His whole form eclipsing you as you laid under him feeling him slowly he started to pull out only halfway before pushing back in. Watching your face closely as you mewled under him, a trill rumbling through him pleased by your pleasure as he began to thrust faster and faster into you. Watching as you started to come undone by him.

There folded into the mating press you could only hold on for dear life- The push and pull bringing you to no return. The raised ridges of his cock hitting each spot inside you- not even giving you a chance to breath or savor the pleasure. Instead drowning you on it with no way to resurface.

He was reveling in it, Driving him to a maddening pace as he savored each moment of simply breathing you in- Pressing his growling maw into the pulse of your neck.

Sweet blubbering moans managing past you as you felt yourself already close. Tec'hak clearly feeling you as he continued his brutality against you- Enjoying of now savoring the new of you moaning under him.

Only able to pick up small words from your gasp and understanding.

'Tight-' 'Sweet Mate' And-

'Devour'

That all to dangeros feeling as he forced you into only pleasure- your body shaking as you felt him carve that peak from you.

Snatching that thin coil and snapping it with a far too deep thrust hitting the perfect spot within you making you cry out.

Your orgasm hit you like a punch, your voice echoing through the jungle as your walls fluttered around your make Him hissing loudly as he felt the force to stop at your body choking his cock. His claws denting into your skin forcing small beads of blood to spill as you rode out your high.

You laid there, in a daze as you tried to figure out the direction your soul went- Tears rushing down your cheeks washing away the painted Kohl around your eyes painting your cheeks.

He stared down at you, the light hitting your skin so perfectly as he stared down at you.

So warm- Seeing the bright beautiful colors of reds, orange and yellow from you glowing from under him like a growing fire he wanted to smother himself in. Watching then as your blissed out look his intense gaze and gave him the pretty little smile.

And for some reason that was it- That snap of the thin thread of restraint undone by your dazed smile. His mind only able to formulate one word.

'Mine'

Tec'hak fast to flip you over flat on your belly as you felt the bulk of him above you- Growling against the back of your neck as his mandibles wrapped around you to keep you in place. His legs laid between yours making sure you were kept spread for him.

Sliding back into your cunt drawing a high pitch squeal from the oversensitivty that was invading you.

Each one of your soft noises drawing Tec'hak deeper into his desires for you-

So Soft-

Ment only for him to feast on.

Now and forever.

He didnt hold back this time, His hips moving at a bruising pace as your legs couldn't help but start to shake and bend up towards to sky as he pulled all the way out to thrust into you from behind.

It was so much, But you couldn't get enough.

Sobbing moans of pure ecstasy left you, almost shameful in your lack of grace as you cried out against the ground below.

Your body betraying you so fast as you felt yourself cum again around him- Yet it did nothing to stop him, as you writhed and squirm from under him.

His mandibles still flexed on your neck locking you still before as he thrusted as deep as he could into you his fangs sunk into your skin. As a scream ripped through you, A thin balance of pain and pleasure slamming into your system as you felt for the third time that night your body caving as you came.

Fingers digging into the soil below as mindless instict to escape the overstimulating pleasure as your hips jerked helplessly at the deepening sporadic thrust.

Your mate growling softly which made your whole body shake with how his teeth wrapped around you as if a silent command from the natural predator to keep you still as he came inside you, roaring loudly as he filled you far past what you'd ever be able to naturally take.

You felt like you were burning from the inside in the best ways- Twitching softly under him from. The sweet scent of nature invading your senses as you were practically indented into the moss.

His forearms still pressed next to you keeping his upper body up from crushing you further. His hips rolling into you gently as if to make sure his hard work stayed despite spilling between your thighs still to the ground below-

A shuttered moan breaking through at the slow action. Eyes almost rolling back in ecstacy with broken pants, desperate to get air back into your lungs.

Techak began purring hard against your neck, as you feel his fangs slowly slide out from the tender skin drawing a shaky whimper. Techak staring at the mark he had left with utter pride-

Your mind fuzzy and lazily turning your face from the ground to the side. Meeting the eye of your Mate as he stared down at you. Before nuzzingly into the side of your neck once more and feeling him speaking against your skin.

Sure you were conversation at best with his language.

However you knew- Smiling softly.

"I love you too~"

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Predator Masterlist

Yautja Youngling Culture

Yautja Thoughts on Oomans Sexual Confusion for them-

Nurture or Nature

Male Yautja (Ci'tde) x FemReader + OOC Amri

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Smut List

Wedding Hunt

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Yautja Thoughts on Oomans Sexual Confusion for them-

Me on my dumbass shit again-

They are incredibly conflicted on it..

Almost as conflicted as the humans that are turned on by them.

It was early on when it first . A one off really when a early human thought it was sort of Demigod and was curious-

This was easy to dismiss. Thinking as time progresses that humans grow out of it, actually some found it even humorous.

However what was supposed to be something happens every once in a while then would die off and seems to actually grow with time much to their confusion

Something that they are starting to notice is happening more times then they would like-

This starts to spiral into an ACTUAL problem!

It is incredibly odd to know that the thing your hunting, possibly using as target practice may be turned on by you?

This starting that moral greyline between different Clans if they should actually be hunting humans at all-

Especially as now there was a growing population of Youngbloods or Newly Blooded Yautja having a bit of a eye on humans as well.

Now sure, Not if they aren't hunting you and you just happen to see one it they catch your fancy?

Fine-

And if they are also interested then Yay- Everyone is happy. It's odd the first few rounds but there is a point everyone just ignored it and accepts it.

However-

With some of the more traditional Yautja they fucking hated it.

If they are hunting you and you happen to get a bit.. Hot under the belt. Once again- for some hunters It can definitely ruin the fun of the hunt...

If not make it awkward

-MINI STORY!-

You had been surviving on this alien planet for far too long.. Having had seen a few of the lost souls who had ended up with you already parish.

You were on the brink.. However it seemed you had finally gotten the honor or dishonor in terms of your life to see what had been hunting you and your fellow humans down.

But

This was the first time actually seeing the creature that was hunting you and.. Well

You were experiencing some focusing problems..

Arms-

'Focus..'

Damn Thighs

'Focus..'

Damn he's cut-

'Don't look at the abs- Don't look at the arms or Thighs. Nope Nope Nope, Life is more important then sex..'

You watched as he lowered the dueblade gauntlets- Looking at seeing the dry blood on them.

'Stare at the scary face- scary face scary face scary face'

You Take a heavy breath as he moves the blades up an-

'Oh my god he has a goddamn V-Line..'

Anddd you failed..

"H-Huh.."

Then there was a painful pause on all sides... You knew he knew- and he knew you knew that he knew. He gave a very odd mix of growls and clicks as he gestured to you.

You didn't need a translator to why exactly what he was saying.

"I don't know.. I'm sorry-"

You watch as he gestures to the blades or himself. Wanting some form of clarity it seemed.. Aka wanting to know if you are insane or possibly desperate-

"Okay in my defense!! In my defense!! Builds like yours are seen as very attractive on earth-"

He gestured to himself in a matter of confusion.

"I don't make the rules alright?"

He cocked its head to the side before waving its claws for you to continue. Wanting you to explain it seemed-

"Okay I can't believe I am having this conversation but Yes- You look very masculine have nice muscles and are larger. So YES it is seen as sexually attractive alright! And you're wearing fishnets!"

He jerked his head back slightly. Clearly still confused as he shook his head softly in disbelief- You now actually feeling worse about yourself somehow.

"You know what I'm not having this fucking conversation anymore.. It will die off once we get back to killing each other"

You grumbled, Your face was cherry red with embarrassment as you load your gun. Before hearing the sound of metal, Looking up to see the yautja having sheathed his blades and was walking back to his ship.

Lowering your gun as your jaw was on the ground now- incredibly offended now.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"

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I am- It's just taking longer cause I cry as I write it. So be prepared for that loves!

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Waffle House

I am a dumbass

John Price x Pregnant American Reader

Fluffy Stupid Shit

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This was suppose to be a relaxing trip back to the states before you would be having your baby in 9 weeks.

A 1 week trip back to your spawn point before going back to your home with John and pending the next most likely few years there.

Visiting friends and family members you actually liked- you were excited to spend some time out of the UK. However since you step back on that stretch of land something had hit you.

You were craving something..

It had been fucking terrible, every get together, every outing with friends and family had left you stressed out.

Restless and with a ghost of a craving you couldn't figure out.

You knew butter was included however non of it was right..

You'd walked through every store you could find to see if you could find what you needed..

However non of it was coming to you.

Walmart? Meijer? Kroger? Dollar Store? You went to all of them.. There were more sticks of butter in the hotel mini fridge then you knew what to do with- John having to now use butter in random meals or fork it off to others since it wasn't what you fuckin wanted. Poor John- The man both found it funny and felt incredibly bad for you as he tried to help the best he could, now becoming familiar with the grocery stores because of it..

It was making you lose your mind and you were now constantly cranky. Sleep also becoming more difficult as your mind just was trying to figure out.

You were shifting ever so often- Your brain still stuck on the phantom craving.

Rolling over you try to shift and get comfortable. The scowl on your face still as you stare ahead, eyes landing on the yellow hotel temperature dial looking at the black lettering across it.

Yellow with black lettering?

Yellow with black lettering.

Waffle House...

You sat up quick. Eyes wide as it dawned on you.

IT WAS FUCKING WAFFLE HOUSE!

Sliding out of the hotel bed you look to see John still asleep. Quick to put on your sandals you order a Uber to the closest Waffle House with a quick snag of your wallet.

The Uber ride had been incredibly quick. You were damn near giddy when you see that yellow and black sign.

The staff who were currently just chatting or on their phone looking to you confused as there was a heavily pregnant women in pajamas almost far too joyful to walk in and sliding into one of the clean booths.

One of the women walked over with a menu and a set frown, however you shook your head at her already knowing exactly what you needed.

"Can I get the two egg scrambled with cheese, bacon, sausage, grits, hash brows all the way, 3 waffles and a bowl of chili. With as many butter packets as you're legally allowed to give me"

She snorted a laugh at this.

"Fine then-"

You were giddy, Practically salivating as you watched like a damn hawk as the chef made your hefty meal. The baby seemingly as excited as you as you felt them move- prompting you to rub your stomach.

The waitress finally walked back over and set the plates down with a smirk, as well as the half frozen box of butter packets which were slid next to your seat at the booth.

"Thank you"

You say quickly and dig in, Humming in delight as you buckle down on your meal. That restless feeling you'd had before now a thing of the past.

Was there a moment you mixed the buttery grits into your chili and ate it like a person who had never eaten before? Yes-

Was it possibly gross to anyone else besides your very heavily pregnant self that you had done such a thing? Most likely.

Did you give a fuck?

Hell No-

You went on with your midnight breakfast opening up a butter packet at nearly every other bite. Mixing it were you could.

Hearing your phone buzz you know already who it is. Seeing your husband's name with far too many emojis and a single sentence.

💕John 💓🍆��� - 'Where are you?'

You turn on your location sending it to him and continue your meal. Knowing John was on his way probably ready to blow a gasket.

There John finally walked in in under 15 minutes, In only his night pants and a wife beater on completely confused and clearly half conscious. Looking to you incredibly confused.

"The Fuck Darling-"

"Hey Baby"

John rubbed his face with a sigh. Walking over as he glanced around seeing the less then enthusiastic staff as they eyed him down then looked at you. Prompting you to give a thumbs up to them-

Sliding in the booth across from you he raises an eyebrow at the box of butter.

"Noticed we were a bit short on butter Luv"

You flip him off as you open another packet making him laugh. The same waitress as before walked over setting down your second order of waffles, eggs and bacon which you started to form into a sandwich, Looking to John with that same bored expression.

"What do ya want?"

He blinked at her a bit surprised.

"Just a coffee please.."

She nods and walks off quick, annoyed as she shoves the booklet back in her pocket. John seemingly almost confused- Clearly having been used to the plastic overly nice customer service here in the states.

He yawned scratching his muttonchop gently watching as you bite into your Waffle breakfast sandwich with delight.

"Happy there?"

"Absolutely- And I'm taking the butter box, I can take the butter box right?"

You call out to the waitstaff, getting a thumbs up which made you grin.

As if the universe wished to bless you for your suffering you see two incredibly drunk individuals stumble in- Yelling and already being annoying as shit.

Oh this was gonna be fun-

The drunk assholes began to yell, causing a ruckess as they moved to the open counter. Clearing trying to pick a fight-

John frowning deeply as he squared his shoulders as he moved to full Captian position.

Howevet you reach up and stop him shaking your head as he slowly sat back down incredibly confused by why you were telling him not to interven.

The waitress from before moved over setting down John's coffee before marching over to the individuals telling them to get out.

It took only 2.1 seconds before all hell broke loose...

John slowly slid his coffee over to himself as he sat there and watched slack jaw as the almost 'nice' waitress that had brought him his coffee have a screaming match with the guys and go as far as throwing a plate on the ground infront of them- The chef from before pointing a knife and just essentially a fight breaking out of beautiful proportions.

John slowly looking to you as you seemed unfazed by this- It dawning on him that this was clearly Normal?

"What the fuck is this place (Y/N)-"

You give him a proud smile.

"Waffle House"

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LETS GO

well look at that, my horniness took the better of me, so here’s the result

I bite back

Yautja x Reader / Yautja x Human female

Rating: 18+

“When is this going to end?” you murmured, gently tapping your forehead against the cold glass of the chamber that held you.

“You keep feeding me. Giving me water. What do you want?” you asked again, your voice low, tired.

It was strange. You were aboard a spaceship—held captive when you’d expected to die the instant you locked eyes with the creature that had taken you.

At first, you fought. You cried. You screamed. You pounded your fists against the reinforced glass until your hands ached.

You had been so much fiercer in the beginning.

Now? You were numb. Almost bored.

Days blurred together, each marked only by meals of unfamiliar but oddly palatable fruits and endless silence from your captor.

The questions haunted you: Why did it take me? Where are we going? What does it want?

Fear had long since faded into fatigue. You were too tired to be terrified anymore.

In truth, some days, you thought you would’ve preferred death over this drawn-out uncertainty.

But then… something changed.

One day, the alien stumbled into the ship, and you froze.

It was wounded.

A deep gash ran down its arm, green blood—neon and thick—oozing from the torn flesh. The limb hung at an unnatural angle, barely attached.

You watched, breath caught in your throat, as it clumsily moved through the ship, almost forgetting your presence entirely.

It collapsed onto a pile of thick rugs, panting, trembling.

You observed behind the glass, transfixed.

It was the first time you’d seen it in pain. The first time it looked… vulnerable.

Maybe, just maybe, this was your chance.

It stitched itself with crude but efficient movements, applying strange, iridescent substances you couldn’t identify. It let out a low, guttural sound—half a roar, half a groan—and then lay still.

You sat down, quietly, eyes on its shifting, unsteady breath as it twisted in discomfort.

It wasn’t out for long.

Minutes later, it stirred abruptly, eyes opening wide with a sharp inhale.

Then it disappeared and returned shortly, holding a tray of those strange fruits you’d been living off of.

As always, it slid open the small hatch of your chamber and pushed the tray inside.

But this time, you moved.

You reached out, quickly, instinctively and grabbed its wrist.

It froze.

For once, it didn’t pull away. Maybe it couldn’t. The wound had slowed it down.

But still… it let you touch it.

Your hand trembled slightly as your fingers wrapped around the rough, scaly texture of its skin. It was cold. Not quite like a reptile, but close. Unfamiliar. Alien.

You didn’t expect it to go this far, that it would allow contact.

You swallowed hard.

“Are you… hurt?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

No response.

“I saw you. You collapsed.”

A pause.

“Let me help you.”

You didn’t know what you could do. You had no training, not even with human medicine, let alone whatever this was. But the words came anyway.

“You’ve been feeding me. Taking care of me. Let me return the favor.”

Still, it said nothing. But it didn’t move either.

Maybe it was trying to understand your intent—measuring the risk.

Then, slowly, it shifted its hand beneath yours.

Your fingers slid over its palm as it moved. Coarse. Cold.

You repressed a shiver.

The creature took a step back, eyeing you carefully. You were still kneeling, looking small, unthreatening.

You knew how you looked to it. Fragile. Weak. But that was the point.

You wanted this—this moment. A crack in its guard.

If it trusted you, even a little, maybe… just maybe… you could turn that into a chance.

A way out.

The creature took two ragged, guttural breaths before stepping closer to the chamber. Its clawed finger slid over the padlock in a slow, deliberate motion. With a soft, mechanical click, the door released.

What?

Was that it? Was it really that easy?

Had all it taken was appearing small—fragile—for it to trust you?

Before the door had even swung halfway open, you were already slipping through the gap, adrenaline firing through your veins. You moved fast, fueled by a desperate, animal instinct to flee.

But freedom didn’t last more than a breath.

A hand, massive and unrelenting, wrapped around your throat and slammed you back against the cold glass chamber. Your skull hit the surface with a thud, and all the air was gone from your lungs.

Panic overtook you.

The creature’s clawed fingers squeezed, just enough to restrict your breathing but not crush it entirely. Its grip was so strong, so terrifyingly effortless. The sharp curve of its nails dug into the tender skin at the nape of your neck, pressing hard enough to hurt, to warn.

You clawed at its wrist, nails scraping over its scaled skin, desperate for air.

It didn’t flinch.

Even with blood still dripping from its wounded arm, it held you firm, as though pain meant nothing.

Your feet dangled, your body pinned like prey, caught and immobilized.

It could kill you. Right now. Just one twitch of that wrist and it would all be over.

Your vision blurred at the edges. Your eyes welled from the pressure.

“Please—” you gasped, voice cracked.

The grip loosened, barely.

Air returned in small, painful sips, but the hand remained, keeping you locked in place, back pressed hard to the smooth surface behind you. You coughed, instinctively reaching to support yourself, but the creature didn’t move away.

It leaned in closer, massive frame radiating heat. Its head dipped low, its strange mandibles brushing your cheek. Its breath, hot and coarse, ghosted along your skin, and then came the sound.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated from deep within its chest. Not quite a purr. Not quite a snarl. Something primal.

It grew louder, reverberating in your ears and against your ribs, until it cut off sharply.

Then came the voice… deep, guttural, foreign… but unmistakably clear.

“If you try to escape again, I won’t hesitate.”

He didn’t say what he would do. He didn’t need to.

You nodded quickly—yes, yes, you understood.

You were no threat. Not now. Not yet.

Slowly, his grip slackened, and you dropped to the floor in a heap, gasping, fingers clawing at your throat as your lungs fought for air.

You looked up at him.

He towered over you, chest rising and falling rapidly. The wound on his arm had reopened, neon blood dripping down in thick lines, staining the floor.

Even in pain, even with one arm nearly useless… he was still dominant. Still terrifying.

And yet…

You saw it. Something behind the rage, the instinct, the brute force. He was hurting. Breathing heavily. Off-balance. Vulnerable… in his own way.

This was dangerous. All of it. You knew that.

You rose to your feet—slowly. Carefully.

Every movement was cautious, as if one sudden gesture might awaken some dormant, primal instinct in him.

You kept still once upright, eyes locked on the heaving rise and fall of his chest. The green blood still poured from his arm, trailing in slow rivulets down his thick, scaled skin. It was grotesque and oddly beautiful. Like art painted in pain.

You had never seen anything like him before.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and spoke, your voice soft and unsure.

“Tell me how to help you.”

Silence.

He didn’t look at you immediately. Instead, he walked toward the part of the ship where he’d earlier attempted to patch himself up.

You watched him, his steps heavy, his breath audible. With a sharp tilt of his head, the long, rope-like dreadlocks shifted around his shoulders with grace.

He turned, mandibles twitching, the low clicking sound they made vibrating in the air between you like a warning or a signal.

He held something out.

A skin stapler—if you could even call it that. It was massive compared to any human medical tool, mechanical and crude, made for strength over finesse.

Then, without a word, he turned his back to you.

And only then did you see the true damage under the light.

A jagged slash, deep and raw, tore across his back. It wasn’t just bleeding—it was gaping, the green fluid seeping from it in thick, steady drops. You could see sinew beneath. Maybe even bone.

You stifled a gag, covering your mouth briefly before forcing your hand back down. Your stomach churned.

This was worse than you thought.

His back muscles twitched under the strain, contracting with each breath. Even still, he stood tall, tense, waiting.

You had to do this.

You needed his trust. And if earning it meant holding back the bile in your throat and pretending your hands weren’t shaking uncontrollably, then so be it.

Your fingers trembled as you took a step forward. You reached out with your free hand and gently touched his shoulder to steady yourself and him.

He flinched.

His skin was cold, much colder than you expected, and the contrast between your warmth and his body made him shudder. But he didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, before pressing the device to his torn flesh.

You braced yourself, and then pulled the trigger.

The stapler hissed as metal bit into skin.

He grunted, guttural sound rumbling from deep in his chest. His hands slammed down onto the metal table in front of him, claws digging into it, leaving deep gashes in the surface.

You kept going.

Staple. Staple. Staple.

With every burst, his muscles flexed. His arms shook under the pain, and the table beneath him groaned under the pressure of his grip.

But he didn’t move. He didn’t strike out. He simply endured.

By the time you were done, the line of staples snaked clean across his back, sealing the worst of the wound. You stepped back, your hands slick with sweat and blood, the device trembling slightly in your grip.

You had done it.

He leaned against the table, his breaths deep and uneven. You watched his back shift with each inhale as he flexed the stitched muscles, testing the damage, testing your work.

Your hands were still trembling slightly when he turned and took the stapler from your grip.

Then, he faced you.

He didn’t speak. He simply watched.

The kind of stare that made the air feel heavier.

You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing. But he seemed to be waiting for something—anything.

And when you remained still, uncertain, he closed the distance.

His hand reached for your face, fingers curling around your cheeks, thumb and forefinger applying just enough pressure to coax a reaction. You flinched slightly.

“What else do you want?” you asked, voice low and guarded, a frown forming on your face.

But the alien didn’t respond. He merely observed, eyes flicking across your features like he was trying to learn you, maybe even memorize the softness of your skin beneath his clawed fingertips.

His hand left your face, trailing down to your neck, then your shoulder, tracing a path beneath your arm and along your forearm. You shivered involuntarily when his thumb pressed firmly against the underside of your wrist, pinning your pulse.

He felt it.

Your heartbeat.

Unsteady.

And undeniably human.

A low purr resonated from deep within his chest, vibrating through the air like distant thunder. It wasn’t threatening, but it was possessive. Satisfied.

You let him explore you, not out of desire, but out of necessity. Every touch was a test. You didn’t know what he would do next and neither did he, maybe. But still, he touched like someone who had been holding back for too long.

When his hand slipped under your shirt, brushing just below your bellybutton, you stepped back instinctively, muscles tightening.

You couldn’t read his intentions, maybe he didn’t fully understand them either.

“I’m… ticklish,” you said quickly, a shaky breath escaping as you gently pushed his hand back up to your stomach.

Whether he believed the lie or not, he withdrew, wordlessly. Then, with fluid strength, he turned you around by your shoulders.

His claws traced along your back now, slow,intentional strokes.

Right over the spot that mirrored his own injury.

The gesture didn’t feel like threat.

It felt like recognition.

You bit your lip, steadying yourself when his touch followed the length of your spine. You had to clamp your hand over your mouth when his claws reached the small of your back. A tingling ripple ran across your skin.

He paused there.

Then, nothing.

Just silence.

Until you felt it.

Hot breath—on your neck.

It ghosted over your skin in slow waves. You froze, every instinct inside you telling you not to move.

His mandibles clicked, close to your ear. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, your head turning slightly away, just to escape it.

That’s when his grip tightened. Hands holding your shoulders firmly, anchoring you in place.

Don’t move, your mind warned.

Don’t give him a reason to think you’re resisting.

His breath returned, heavier now, brushing over the nape of your neck and then came the sharpness. You hissed softly as you felt the faint sting of his mandibles grazing your skin.

There was moisture.

Not blood—at least not yours.

Then, a slick warmth dragged slowly over the same spot.

His tongue.

You hadn’t seen it before, but now you knew. It was real, and it was on you.

Testing you.

Tasting you.

You clenched your jaw, holding in the gasp that threatened to escape. The sensation was foreign, unnerving, but strangely cautious. He wasn’t being careless. He was exploring. Reading your reaction. Studying how far he could go.

You were being mapped with his mouth, his claws, his curiosity.

And all you could do was endure it.

You hadn’t expected things to escalate this quickly—yet they had.

The sensation that bloomed where his mandibles had latched onto your skin again was so alien, so unfamiliar, you could barely contain the noise that threatened to rise in your throat. It wasn’t like anything you’d felt before, stinging, with a strange heat. And that’s what unsettled you most.

And still… that same unknown sent a pulse of something dark and electric down your spine.

Your knees trembled—not just from fear, but from the way your body responded to the contact. Helplessly, shamefully. Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest, as if caught in a tug-of-war between terror and… something else.

Another hiss slipped from between your clenched teeth when his tongue swept along your wounded nape, tasting the blood he had drawn moments before. You could feel the deliberate slowness in the way he licked over the bite, like he was trying to understand you—your scent, your flavor, your limits. This had to be a test, didn’t it? A threshold he was pushing you toward, waiting to see whether you would flinch… or endure.

If you could survive this, if you could hold your ground, maybe he’d trust you. And if he trusted you, then eventually… maybe you’d be free.

Then his hands were on you again, turning you to face him.

His breathing was ragged, strained, his chest rising and falling fast.

His mandibles were slick with crimson, your blood still fresh on him.

You should’ve recoiled in horror.

But you didn’t.

Instead, your eyes lingered on the tautness in his body, the tension in his shoulders. His gaze bore into you unrelenting and unreadable. Yet there was something unmistakably raw in it. As if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing, only that he needed to.

One clawed hand rose slowly, catching the hem of your shirt and giving it the smallest tug, pulling you closer until you were pressed to him, your face just above the curve of his chest. He was colder than any being you’d ever touched… and yet somehow, from within, he radiated heat. Like a furnace buried under stone.

Your breath stuttered as you tilted your head up, eyes meeting his.

He studied you the way a predator studies prey, but there was no hunger. Just intensity. Curiosity.

And then, without a word, one long, talon-tipped finger rose to your lips.

You held your breath.

He dragged it gently across your bottom lip, then pressed inward, urging your mouth open, just enough to trace the warmth inside. Your lips parted automatically, breath catching as the cold of his skin met the heat of your tongue. You didn’t even realize you’d made a sound until his chest rumbled in response—a satisfied purr.

He was testing you again. Learning the intricacies of your body the way someone learns the pressure points on a weapon.

And still… you didn’t pull away.

“Ooman, your heart is racing… yet you don’t seem scared.”

His guttural voice struck the air like a blade, freezing you where you stood.

Those red eyes—dark and unreadable—pierced you from above. There was something almost gentle in the way he stared, but it was impossible to ignore the sheer force behind his stance.

And he wasn’t wrong.

Your heart was hammering inside your chest like it was trying to escape your ribs… yet you hadn’t ran.

You hadn’t screamed.

He had touched you—bitten you—and you hadn’t moved.

Maybe worse… part of you didn’t want to.

Shame curled hot and thick in your chest, but shame didn’t undo the way your body had reacted. You were only human. You couldn’t control everything. Not when it felt this strange… this overwhelming.

He pressed his thumb further against your tongue, forcing you to choke slightly, the reflex hitting before you could stifle it. Tears welled up in your eyes from the gag, but even as your vision blurred, he didn’t look away. If anything, his gaze sharpened, his mandibles twitched, and the shimmer in his eyes suggested… fascination.

He liked that sound. Like he had just discovered a new function in a toy he hadn’t yet finished learning to play with.

“Are you sad, ooman?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked. That question was… unexpected. But you realized quickly why he asked it.

He had only ever seen you cry when you begged him to let you go, sobbing behind reinforced glass. You were sad then. Terrified.

But now?

“…No,” you whispered.

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, glancing at the saliva stretched between his fingers. He examined it with the same curiosity a scientist might give a strange specimen before flicking his gaze back to you.

“Then what do you feel?” he asked again, this time quieter.

You didn’t know how to answer.

Fear, yes. Curiosity, definitely.

But the heat coiling inside you, the warmth spreading down your spine and pooling between your legs—it wasn’t curiosity alone. It was something deeper. Something primal. Something neither of you seemed able to name.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted.

And you meant it. The confusion, the contradiction of everything in your body and mind. It was too much to untangle.

But something about your honesty changed him.

He studied you again, slower this time. And then his claws returned, sliding under the hem of your shirt. With one decisive movement, he tore the fabric, the sound ripping through the quiet as you gasped.

Your stomach, exposed now, just below your ribs, was bare beneath his stare. A sharp sound left your lips as he pressed a single claw to your abdomen, not aggressively, but intently.

He was testing you again.

The touch crawled up, just below your chest, and stopped when you tensed, your eyes shut tight in fear and… anticipation. But he didn’t go further.

“Why is your heart racing again?” he asked, voice low and impossibly close.

You opened your eyes, meeting his.

“Are you scared, ooman?”

Your throat tightened. You wanted to lie, to give a simple answer and end this test. But there was no hiding from him.

You nodded. Then, unsure… you shook your head.

His mandibles clicked, clearly confused by your response.

“Use your words,” he commanded, the demand more like a nudge this time.

Your face burned with shame.

“I… I am scared,” you whispered. “But I also feel… hot. Wherever you touch me.”

You couldn’t meet his gaze anymore, so you looked away, resting your forehead lightly against his chest. Partly to hide, partly because he felt so real.

He was massive. You hadn’t truly registered the sheer scale of him until now.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice hoarse, strained. Desperate to understand.

You nodded again.

“Speak,” he said, more forcefully now.

“…Yes.”

The sound rumbled from deep in his chest—a pleased, almost feral purr that vibrated through his body and into yours.

He liked that answer. All of it. Your hesitation, your embarrassment, your honesty.

And then, without warning, he moved.

In a swift motion, he slid an arm beneath you, gripping you just under your thighs and lifting you into the air like you weighed nothing. A yelp escaped you—startled, unsteady—as your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.

You felt the wetness of his healing wound bleed onto your pants, staining them green. The contact was hot and sticky, and your panic spiked just enough to make your breath hitch.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered into a crouch and dropped you onto the pile of thick, ragged furs that covered the floor. The makeshift bedding cushioned your fall, but your body tensed as he loomed above you.

He knelt now, towering yet strangely calm.

The light overhead cast shadows across his skin, accentuating the dark blue hue of his chest. Scars, some old, some fresh, lined his torso, like a war map drawn across his body. He didn’t speak, didn’t gesture. He simply presented himself.

And you stared, drawn in despite yourself.

He didn’t wait for your permission this time. His hand grabbed your wrist firmly and brought it to his chest.

You hesitated.

Then… slowly, he let you explore.

Your fingers traced the hard lines of his muscles, the roughness of scarring, the slickness of partially healed wounds. He made a noise, deep and choked, when you grazed one of the fresh cuts.

Your eyes drifted up to his dreadlocks, long and heavy, brushing over his chest like strands of ink.

Hesitantly, you reached for one, curious now. You wrapped your fingers around it, stroking once, then again, before giving it a light squeeze.

That’s when it happened.

His entire body jolted, his muscles seizing as though you’d flipped a hidden switch. He collapsed forward slightly, one fist hitting the ground to steady himself, breath tearing from his chest in ragged bursts.

Your eyes widened.

Whatever those were… they weren’t just hair.

You let go immediately, crawling back into the furred rugs as he struggled to regain composure.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move.

But your mind raced.

What was he?

And what had you just done?

You thought, for one breathless moment, that maybe this was your chance.

Maybe that flicker of weakness, his body buckling from your touch, meant you could shift the balance. Regain some control. Use it against him.

But that illusion vanished the instant he caught his breath.

He looked up at you with a low inhale and you saw it. The shift. The hunger. The intent.

Like a predator fixing its gaze on something it knew it could catch.

You stared, uncertain whether to brace or beg.

He didn’t give you time for either.

With a sudden, terrifying grace, he lunged forward, crawling fast over the rugs until he loomed above you. His forearms landed on either side of your head with a thud, enclosing you in his shadow.

You barely had time to gasp.

Warm blood dripped from his healing wound, trickling down to your cheek. You clenched your jaw to keep still, holding your breath, afraid to move or speak. Maybe this was it, maybe you’d pushed too far.

Then he lowered his head.

You heard the click of his mandibles before you felt his teeth.

He sank them into your shoulder, not deep enough to break bone, but enough to make you cry out. Sharp, white-hot pain bloomed across your skin as you twisted beneath him, but his weight pinned you like prey caught in a trap.

His hand pressed hard over your chest, flattening you against the furs, and then he struck again. His mouth finding your other shoulder with terrifying speed.

Another bite. Another cry.

This time, something was different.

He lingered.

You felt his tongue glide slowly across the mark he had made, the heat of it dragging across your skin, soothing and igniting at the same time. The sting of pain morphed into a low, building ache. You gasped, but not from pain. From…

Frustration.

But not the kind born of anger. This burned lower, deeper. A need you didn’t recognize, spreading like fire in your belly.

Your nipples stiffened under the thin fabric of what remained of your torn shirt. You weren’t sure when it happened, but his hand, still pressing on your chest, seemed to be aware before you were. Every brush of his palm made the sensation worse. Unbearable.

His mouth trailed lower, tongue dragging along your collarbone, then upward toward your neck.

You knew what was coming. Another bite. Another mark.

And some primal instinct in you snapped.

You acted before thinking, before fear could stop you.

You reached up, grabbed one of those thick, heavy dreadlocks hanging over your face… and yanked.

Hard.

He reacted instantly.

His body spasmed, his torso pitching forward until his chest nearly collapsed onto yours. A guttural sound erupted from him—not a growl, not a roar, but something building in his chest, shaking through his ribs like a lion’s warning.

His breathing turned ragged, desperate again. You felt him straining against the instinct to move, to react—to take.

His fist slammed down into the furs beside your head to steady himself.

You’d hit a nerve. Literally.

You let go. You could’ve stopped there.

But you didn’t.

Driven by something reckless, something stupid, you leaned up—and bit the same dreadlock between your teeth. Not enough to maim… just enough to threaten. To warn.

To show him that you could.

And that’s when it changed.

His hand shot up, clawed fingers wrapping around your throat.

Not with full strength, but enough to knock the air from your lungs and force you to release your bite.

He held you there, suspended between danger and awe. The grip at your throat was firm, unrelenting… but conscious. Just enough pressure to remind you: he was in control now.

Yet his eyes… they told another story.

Because in that moment, he wasn’t just looking at a fragile, soft-skinned thing he’d captured.

He was looking at something dangerous.

Something wild.

Something that bit back.

Your teeth might be small, but they could’ve torn through that sensitive appendage. And he knew it.

You saw that realization land behind his eyes.

And you saw something else too.

Respect.

Predator or not, he now understood:

You were not prey.

You stared up at him, breath hitching under the pressure of his hand, your body thrumming with adrenaline, confusion, heat.

“You bite like an animal,” he growled, voice low. “Yet you’re not one of them.”

The hand around your throat stayed firm, his grip no longer punishing, but purposeful. Curious. Possessive.

He studied you like a puzzle he hadn’t expected to find inside his cage.

Your chest rose and fell beneath him, breath caught somewhere between panic and anticipation, your lips parting reflexively as his thumb pressed against them—harder this time. Enough to make your head tilt slightly, your jaw strain. Enough to draw out those same desperate, involuntary sounds that had already begun to unravel him.

Mewls. Gasps. Whimpers that betrayed you, that sent heat rushing through both your veins and his.

He made you feel weak, pinned under his massive frame, restrained, breathless and yet the trembling in his chest betrayed a dangerous truth: he was just as undone as you were.

There was green blood staining the rugs now, hot and slick, smeared along the curve of your hip where he’d held you. His claws flexed at your sides, eager, restrained, and trembling. The Yautja was trying to hold himself together, and you… you were the reason he was falling apart.

In all his years of battles, of honor duels, of hunts through hostile terrain and endless bloodshed, he had never been brought to this edge. This need.

And not just because you fought back.

It was how you did it.

You didn’t bare fangs to kill.

You bared your teeth to warn, to challenge. To play.

And in his world… that meant something else entirely.

The way you looked up at him, defiant even as his hand rested on your throat. The way you gasped around his thumb, shame flushing your cheeks but never reaching your eyes. You weren’t meek. You were alive. Burning.

That was a language he understood.

It wasn’t what he expected when he first claimed you. You hadn’t fought then. You’d been taken without a struggle. No weapons, no resistance, just a shaking, wide-eyed creature.

He was supposed to drag you back. A trophy. A specimen.

Maybe even meat, if the elders had deemed it so.

But he hadn’t brought you to them.

He hadn’t handed you over.

He hadn’t harmed you.

Not even once.

Instead, he kept you.

Why?

He hadn’t known the answer… until now.

Now, your body squirmed beneath his. Your heat mixed with his, and your spirit rose like a flare against his instincts. You weren’t just prey. You were spark.

His chest began to tremble with a low, guttural noise, not quite a growl, not quite a purr. Something deeper.

Amusement.

He laughed.

It was alien, yes, but unmistakably pleased.

A sound from deep inside his chest, vibrating through your body like a drumbeat.

You blinked up at him, startled by the change. The gleam in his eyes was no longer just predatory. It was amused. Intrigued. He tilted his head as if seeing you for the first time, not as an obligation, not as cargo.

But as entertainment. A wild, feisty creature dropped into his hands.

You felt it then, something shift in the way he looked at you.

You weren’t just a captive anymore.

You were his distraction… his companion… his toy.

And in a life filled with blood, silence, and cold steel…

You were the first thing that ever made him feel alive.

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Yautja Youngling Culture

Alright so- randomly came to me while writing Nurture or Nature pt. 2

I have this feeling that Yautja handle their young in a very interesting way.

Sort of like lions with their young cubs- When they are very young they let them do as they please since it will build that stubborn nature and make them tough.

However the side effect of this is that the adults are the test subject of this style of development.

I think they just sort of suck it up till a certain age that they know that discipline works-

Yautja can fight some of the largest deadliest being in space-

Yet they are utterly helpless when it comes to their younglings.

Sure they will growl, Hiss, Roar and click their mandibles as a firm warning however it is pointless if the youngling just goes back at it again since they want to jump around.

And Oh Teething-

They would rather try at a ocean of Queen Xenomorphs.

It's strange whenever there is a large population of younglings in a teething phase a lot of Yautja Blooded seem to go on long term hunts as fast as possible.

Strange indeed..

They latch like face huggers to different surfaces and those fangs and tusk are no joke-

Often hearing the grinding of bone as the adults will give the younglings anything to chew on to avoid those short but oddly sharp teeth from going into their skin or armor.

The worse being their locs since those are sensitive-

You'll hear a angered roar from an adult echo if a youngling pulls on their loc or tried to nibble on it. Especially if the adult is laying down to rest its sort of game over as they will just appear and are fast to pounce.

Sure the adults will push them off or slide them away with their foot however it's essentially useless since they are quick to come back and use the adults as their personal play spot.

And Noone is safe from this treatment either.

Yes Elite Hunters, Elders and the highest on the totem pole can even be victim to these little shits.

It wouldn't be the first time you hear the angered roar of a Elite or Elder as a youngling decided they were the best plaything and nibble on them or try to climb-

As younglings are free spirits and will just do as they please it wouldn't be the first time they ventured into places they shouldn't be. Worse is a trophy room- aka why all trophies are oddly high up, It's not to just show off but keep from smaller wondering claws.

When they hit that age however to start being actually disciplined- the adults take it very seriously.

Yautja are stubborn, prideful and durable so they have to be extra in terms of training.

So often Blooded have to step in and take over this part of raising them.

Having a rotation of those who aren't hunting assist in training and getting the Younglings in order.

Often with tough and tumble treatment.

It can often seem a little cruel- if not silent vengeance on those extra difficult younglings that had gotten away with the worse of behavior.

Those Blooded will woop the assess of those younglings to get them to standard and not be weak or worse reckless assholes.

Reckless assholes turn into Badbloods and often Clans want to avoid that.

MINI STORY TIME! (You can be human or yautja doesn't matter in this context)

Yen'Sha was seated working on his wristblades- Replacing the fragmented and acid burned metal with fresh ones.

However this chore didn't have his full attention.

It was instead on his first youngling and with you currently out he was keeping an eye on Rak'ahn.

Which of course he didn't mind, he was as much his as yours so being with his child wasn't a chore.

It was just a pain in his ass.

Speaking of-

His leg jerked as he growled looking down to see Rak'ahn having decided his foot was something good to chew on and practice to hunt.

Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck he sat up and stared at the youngling- now trying to be cute by chewing on his fist as if he didn't just decide to bite him.

Rak'ahn was obviously pushing his luck as of recent.

Correctly starting to figure out that no one would actually stop him if he misbehaved. So he seemed to be testing it specifically on him seeing how he was the largest male in the home.

"You are testing my patience-"

Yen'Sha said with a heavy sigh, Before setting his child back down and glanced around to hopefully find some distraction for the youngling. Snatching up some carved bone he had made some time ago.

He made sure Rak'ahn took the carved bone toy. Watching him immediately begin to chew on it and cover it in slobber.

Good-

Glancing at him seated there one more time just to make sure.

He grabbed to make its final adjustment. Watching the blade now smoothing slide out as he went to stand to put it back. But quickly noticed.

It was quiet..

Far too quiet..

Before glancing back and seeing the toy there but Rak'ahn gone.

"How!?"

It had been only a few seconds. He didn't even hear him move!?

Moving quickly he began to search around his home-

Finding him relatively fast Rak'ahn seated there chewing on skull trophy he had just cleaned. Quick to pull it from him and set it higher up- Fortunate that it sported just some spit and a single toothy scratch.

Scooping him up Yen'Sha brought him close as he stared him down with a light growl.

"You're fast like (Y/N)- And just as troublesome.."

He dreaded the idea of him growing further- He would only get faster and worse till he was old enough that could actually train.

Maybe if he threw him off a shallow cliff were he knew his son would live it would be enough.

Maybe even knock him out too.. Call it extra sleep.

Yes.. Extra Sleep

Yen'Sha then winced as he looked to see Rak'ahn had bitten him once more- Making the male sigh heavily.

When you returned you were met with a interesting sight.

Yen'Sha laid there on the ground like he had been beaten with Rak'ahn currently pulling on his lowest tusk as if it was a fun game. Yen'Sha blinking one eye and the other clearly exhausted and ready to snap if he could-

He'd seemed less exhausted after a Long Hunt then how he looked now. Possibly because he was forced to take the treatment and not retaliate.

You chuckle a bit, Drawing both their attentions Rak'ahn lighting up as he abandoned his father and crawled to you as you were fast to scoop him up.

Your mate growled deep in his throat at the sight before him, glaring hard at his spawn in seething anger.

"Did you miss me little one?"

He purred cuddling into your arms as if he was the most well behaved child ever.

Yen'Sha mind populating two ooman words he felt like fit this this situation well-

'Little Fucker..'

"He was a terror"

The older male grumbled as he closes his eyes with a sigh.

"He isn't that bad-"

He chuffed at this.

"I'm going to throw him into the jungles-"

"No you're not"

"When he is older- yes I am. Deep in the jungles too.."

You roll your eyes as you bounce Rak'ahn gently against you.

"Well maybe he is just lonely and wants someone to play with? Maybe we can have anoth-"

Yen'Sha snarled loudly at you and roared sitting up as he slammed his hand on the ground.

"Absolutely Not! One is enough!"

This making you burst out in laughter as your Mate stormed off steaming-

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Caught In Love

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Kurt Wagner x Female Reader

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Warnings: Some Awkwardness, Smut! - Mutual Masturbation, Oral (Reader receiving) light Dirty Talk, Subby Kurt

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"Don't ask him- It's best for him to ask first"

"Don't hurt the man's pride just be patient-"

Everyone always said that to you whenever you mentioned wanting to rip the bandage off and ask Kurt out yourself.

There had always been a bit of.. Tension between you to- it was like it was just seconds away from breaking through the surface however just it never did.

It was no secret Kurt was shy, And with his rather recently rebuilt confidence it had for some reason made your guys shared friendgroup think that if you asked him yourself to date it may make him feel immaculated or whatever-

So you'd been biting your tongue this whole time even if it was annoying as hell..

But that didn't mean you two didn't have a wonderful friendship while you waited.

Sure it wasn't the romantic relationship you had been driving for but hey- It was better then nothing.. especially when you two had your get togethers usually in his room since he didn't have a roommate unlike you in the Mansion and could hang out, eat, talk and have nights in watching movies all night.

So it wasn't a surprise when you walked into his bedroom having forgotten some stuff from the evening before movie marathon.

"Hey Blue I forgot my.."

But it was a surprise to see him jerking off..

The both of you jus sort of stare at each other- it was like all the air had been sucked out of the room somehow as the two of you froze.

Your eyes wide as you catch Kurt so-

Vulnerable..

There seated on his bed his pants and boxers loosely around his ankles with his hand wrapped around his cock having been mid stroke it seemed when you'd barged in.

And you see the item that seemed to have caught his attention..

Your shirt-

Clutched tightly in his hand close to his face. His face was bright magenta as his yellow eyes were wider then saucers. Slowly closing the door behind you as you felt a blush go over your face.

"Is that my?-"

The moment those words started from your mouth he scrambled to you, falling from the bed as he went to your knees pathetically. Pants still around his ankles and pure panic on his face.

"Es tut mir Leid! Es tut mir Leid! P-Please don't be mad at me (Y/N)!"

Kurt begged, His hand grasping at the bottom of your shirt as he looked up at you with watery eyes. You can't help but feel warmth at the sight of the man still pantless and... aroused? You looking over as you see that he seemed harder then before now on his knees infront of you-

The humiliation and the submission you'd assume would immediately make someone as deflated as a popped balloon but..

He wasn't?

Was it possible that he?-

"You're sorry?"

Your fingers laced through his dark blue locks and give a light tug forcing him to stare up at you. Earning a surprised whimpered moan from the blue male.

"You dirty little perv, Is this what you do everytime I leave?"

You see his eyes lock onto your face, searching for signs of disgust or anger but- Found non. Instead seeing the smile on your lips, The blush on your cheeks and the clear as day lust in your eyes.

His tail starting to sway as he gripped the bottom your shirt tighter, Pulling himself closer to your body almost flushed against your legs.

"I've always noticed my stuff went missing after our sleepovers- But who knew this was why"

A spark of electricity seemed to spark through both of you. Your face flushed as you thought over what was happening and wanting to have happen.

"...Lock the door?"

Kurt mumbled, You nodding quickly as he released you letting you stumble over to the door and locking it quickly. Walking back over infront of Kurt as he was still on his knees waiting for you.

"If you want to stop.. Please tell me-"

He nodded as a breathless 'ja' left him which made you smile.

"Well since this is the case-"

You start to undo the button of your pants and slide them down gently- Making sure to take your time as you saw Kurt stared up at you utterly transfixed on watching on the sight before him.

"Might as well make it up to me hm?~"

Hooking your thumbs on the waistband of your underwear you slid it down just as slow as you let him see all of you.

He looked like he wanted to cum right there, his eyes as wide as saucers as he reached out with a slight tremble in his hands and grabs just below your knees taking the fabric as he held it down slowly allowing you to step out of it. Before quickly grabbing your legs once more.

You reach down slowly running one hand through his dark blue hair and gripping it gently- as the other rubbed slowly slid between your legs going over your clit gently drawing a small noise from you.

"Can you do that?~"

His eyes were so wide, as he stared up at you like you were both his salvation and his greatest sin.

"A-Anything for you"

He didnt need a moment of hesitation it seemed, Immediately his tongue lulled out as he pressed up into you. A soft moan leaving you as his lips sealed around your cunt.

It was like he was praising you- Praying to you..

And God was he good at it-

Your finger still rubbing soft circles on yohr own clit, Slowing softly as you feel his tongue plunge into you- your hand slowly staring to pull away to let him truly take over, however it was quickly stopped.

Kurt's hand shooting up gently to keep your hand there- He wanted it there..

Your thighs shaking and tightening around his head as you felt like you could barely support yourself- Kurt's arms wrapped around your thighs and settling on the fat of your ass keeping you supported and holding you close to him.

Starting to hunch forward whining a bit as you felt his tongue fuck into rendering you a mess already.

Still trying to keep up with the swirls of your own hand between his tongue.

You handnt noticed his tail slowly having slid around wrapping around his own cock slowly stroking it-

His moans against your core making you shake as you let out a gasp in pleasure.

"R-Right there"

Huffing out- Already so close to your peak as a broken moan leaves yout throat, his lips moving more as gently hits every spot that starts to make you fall apart. Pressing into you with only the desire to please as he moaned loudly against you.

"Yes Yes yes!~"

You felt your thighs tighten around his head, your orgasm rendering you shaking as you felt his lips almost kiss between your legs taking in every drop of you.

Pulling back slowly he licked his lips, Looking up to you with nothing short of lust- almost drunk.

Panting hard you couldn't help but smile at him. He just looked so damn cute like this.

You looked as you saw pre-cum dripping from him, watching as he slowly continued to stroke his cock with his tail.

"And here everyone thinks you're this innocent thing-"

You peeling off your shirt and tossing it next to him, Which caught his eyes as he knew you were teasing him-

"But I always knew better~"

He was fast, taking advantage of the new expanse of skin, Kissing up your form. Pressing nipped bites and kisses up your thigh, to the softness of your stomach- slowly rising up to his feet from his position on his knees.

"Always knew there was something there~"

A soft moan leaving past your lips as his tongue ran between the valley of your breast. Still transfixed on you completely- His tail sliding away from his front and swaying behind him so fast it cut the air.

So busy with his task he didn't see your hand drift lower.

"But who knew it was a dirty man who fucks himself to my shirts~"

Kurt let out a bit of a surprised squeak, Feeling your fingers curl around the head of his cock. Carefully running your thumb over the sensitive part.

"Tsk- Naughty Boy~"

He blushed deeply, realizing how quickly he was coming undone. His hips stuttering against your hand as he felt himself getting lost in you.

"S-Scheiße!~"

Pressing his face into your shoulder as he moaned desperately.

"I want you (Y/N)~"

He whined, Pressing kisses against your neck as his hands grasped your hips. Still slowly thrusting into your waiting hand.

"Please Please Liebling- I want~"

You nodded, unable to wait much longer yourself he pulled his face from your neck before you capture his lips in a heated kiss.

Your arms releasing his cock as the two of you stumbling backwards locked in the kiss as Kurt falls back onto the bed, You being pulled with him.

Caution to the wind Kurt pulls you ontop of him. You moaning against his lips softly as you feel his strong hands drift down and squeeze your ass hard.

Pulling away from his lips and sitting up slowly you look to see your partner staring up at you in desire. Mapping you out as he seems ready to burst just by the sight.

Breathless you settle on his waist, Looking down at him as he rubbed his hands up and down your hips just taking you in. You rock your hips gently, watching how his cock rubbed against the front of you-

You couldnt wait-

Lifting yourself up you moved yourself over him, Kurt not even taking a second thought as he carefully pulled you down onto him- You throw your head back as you can't help but moan. Kurt hissing himself as he felt nothing but bliss being inside you.

It was like the world froze, Just you and him finally together. It was still then, Just breathless bliss shared together.

Testing the waters after a minute or so you rolled your hips slowly drawing a pleasure filled growl from Kurt and a breathy moan from yourself.

As if pure desire got injected into your muscles you continue your movements, Rolling your hips in a bounce on his waiting hips. Your body rippling with each growing movement as you skewered yourself on him.

Kurt gripping you like his life depended on it rolling his hips up to meet your own, the back of his head pressing into the pillow as he pressed into you.

A fumbling series of panted out mumbled German curses leaving him as he stared at the were you two were connected, Almost hypnotized by the sight.

Your mind no better as you rode him, chasing your high as it felt like electric shocks of pleasure coursed through you. Far too high pitch moans and broken gasp leaving your mouth.

His hands tightening around your hips as he met up with each bounce of your hips- driving deeper into you parts you didn't even know existed.

No words passed through either of your lips- The sound of broken moans and slapping skin seemed to be its own language. A whimper leaving you as you felt yourself sink down on him toes curling and head drawn back. A broken gasp leaving as you felt yourself cum, a far too loud cry of bliss leaving you.

Kurt hissing himself as you feel his hips drive up into you forcing a overestimated moan break through you as he came. Panting hard as you felt your legs shaking and body breaching the fine line of so much pleasure it hurts-

The two of you riding out your shaking high. Your hazy gaze looking down at Kurt as you see his head still tilted back breathing heavily.

You slowly lean forward, laying against his fuzz covered chest as he wrapped his arms around you just holding you close as the two come back to your bodies.

After mostly catching your guys breath you look up slowly to Kurt, Seeing him looking back down at you. Eyes wide as if his mind had finally come back to his body- face a bright purple with how hard he was blushing while staring down at you.

"So- How long have you.. Erm.."

He started, his voice soft and unsteady. You snuggling into his chest more as you smile.

"A while, I've been waiting for a while for you to ask me out"

"Seems like we have reached some sort of understanding no?'

You giggle nodding in agreement as you couldn't help but marvel at him. A flutter of warmth starting to already ignite.

"Well I think a proper date is in order~"

You reach up taking his chin between your fingers and smile at him, Seeing the way he melted in your touch with a shy smile on his lips.

"Think you can do that for me?"

"Ja.. Anything for you"