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Best Yautja daddy

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Blessing your timeline with a Yautja pup,

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Mate of a Yautja

Wolf x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Smut 

Words: 1580

Summary: You never fit in, not in school, not at work. You were sure something was wrong with you. When you moved to Colorado, you hoped things would change, and to a degree they did, but as you grew up, you were still not fitting in. You didn’t know what to do, until one evening when all hell broke loose. 

Every time he arrived home from a hunt he was never sure what to expect.

After all, he forced you to go with him.

You were his. His mate and so, he intended to keep you safe. His clan took you in, but you never felt welcomed. How could you? You were so different after all.

You didn’t know anything about them. You didn’t speak their language, you didn’t know their culture.

But then, how did you get there?

Keep reading

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In the Shadow of the Hunt

Yautja x Reader

Warning: Smut

Summary: Trained to outlast any Predator, you never expected to earn the respect and heart of one.

You were doing fine until something far worse than the Yautja entered the territory.

The creatures were not natural.

Mutations, maybe. Bloodthirsty beasts designed for something else's war.

You heard the Yautja before you saw him, you heard clicks low in the trees, that faint hum of cloaking tech.

At first, he was your death sentence.

Now he was your only chance.

It started with a standoff.

You had your knife drawn, back to the river, as he de-cloaked in a shimmer of light and metal.

Eight feet tall, heavy with muscle, body scarred and worn from a hundred battles. His mandibles clicked as he studied you with a curious expression.

You should have attacked.

Instead, you lowered the knife.

"Common enemy," you said slowly, keeping your voice low, hands spread open. "You can kill me later. But right now we both have bigger problems."

He tilted his head sharply, as if weighing your words. His wrist-blade retracted.

It was the beginning.

You learned to communicate through simple gestures at first.

Pointing. Nodding. Grunts of acknowledgement.

He didn’t speak human languages, but he understood survival, a universal tongue.

You nicknamed him R'thok in your mind, it sounded close to the snarling sound he made when introducing himself.

In turn, he began to call you a series of low clicks that almost sounded affectionate.

When you saved him, dragging his heavy body out of a pit trap, using your last medical kit to seal his bleeding side, everything changed.

He touched your wrist afterwards.

A careful touch. Not demanding and not threatening.

Grateful.

Respected.

At night, you camped near each other.

Not too close but close enough that you could hear his breathing.

He carved strange symbols into the dirt. You answered by sketching your own.

A new language bloomed between you, drawn in sand and mud.

Safe.

Danger.

Hunt.

Stay.

And sometimes he would leave you little offerings, cleaned bones from his kills, scavenged tech scraps, a strange fruit you had never seen before.

His way of caring.

You started smiling more around him.

He noticed.

His mandibles twitched into what you thought might be a grin.

The first time you touched him was after another ambush.

One of the mutated beasts had cornered you.

Its claws had ripped through your shoulder, blood hot down your arm.

R'thok tore it apart with a roar that shook the trees.

You stumbled. He caught you.

Huge clawed hands, shockingly gentle, cupped your body and kept you from falling.

You pressed your forehead against his chest without thinking, panting.

"You… you’re warm," you whispered weakly.

He made a rumbling sound, almost like a purr.

Without words, he hoisted you up, carrying you like you weighed nothing, and set you down in the shelter of a hollowed tree.

When you woke later, the wound was stitched neatly, and R'thok was there. Watching. Guarding.

Yours.

The final fight was brutal.

The leader of the beasts pinned R'thok first.

You had a split-second decision: save yourself, or save him.

You didn’t hesitate.

You drove your knife into the creature’s eye, grabbing a discarded plasma caster and blasting it at point-blank range.

The thing screeched and died.

You turned to R'thok, chest heaving.

He was staring at you in a way he had never before.

Not as prey.

Not as an equal.

As something more.

He leaned down, his clawed hand brushing your cheek. You shivered, not in fear, but at the intensity in his gaze.

When he pressed his forehead gently to yours, you understood: it was a vow.

Among his kind, that meant something deeper than any words.

A bond. A claiming.

Love.

You closed your eyes and pressed back.

Yes.

Months later, after the rescue teams came and went, after you chose to disappear from your old life, you lived among the stars.

In a hidden place where Yautja and humans met in secret.

Where no hunt ruled your days anymore.

Only him.

Your mate.

Your hunter.

Your heart.

The ship thrummed around you, metal walls glowing faintly blue with low light.

You sat on the narrow sleeping platform in R'thok's quarters — if they could even be called that. Everything was raw, functional: weapon racks, a table of trophies, pelts spread across the floor. The air smelled like steel, blood, and something warmer... him.

He stood before you, massive and still. His armour stripped away, leaving only thick, scarred skin that shimmered faintly in the low light.

His golden eyes softened as he looked at you.

You got up slowly, your pulse a wild drumbeat. You barely came up to his chest, but he bowed his head to you, patient, waiting.

Waiting for you to make the move.

You reached up, fingertips brushing the hard line of his jaw. His skin was warm, surprisingly soft over the brutal strength beneath. His mandibles twitched, a low, almost uncertain rumble rising from his chest.

"R'thok," you whispered.

You didn’t need to say more.

The bond between you crackled like a live wire.

With a low groan, he caught your hand and drew it to his mouth. His tusks brushed your knuckles as he breathed you in.

And then, so slowly it made your head spin, he pulled closer.

You felt the heat of him.

His massive hands slid down your sides, claws grazing lightly over your hips, your thighs, as if memorising every inch.

You reached for the woven cords across his chest and tugged.

He growled low, a sound of approval and need, and helped you, stripping the cords away.

He was all muscle and old scars.

A living weapon who had chosen you, knelt for you.

He bent, pressing his forehead against yours again, the sacred gesture of his people, and you swore you could feel his heart hammering as wildly as your own.

Your fingers traced the thick cords of muscle over his shoulders, his chest, sliding lower.

His body shuddered under your touch.

When your hands grazed the hard line of his abdomen, he snarled low, catching you at the waist and lifting you as easily as if you weighed nothing.

You gasped, but he was already carrying you to the furs on the floor, laying you down with impossible tenderness.

Hovering above you, he hesitated.

He brushed your cheek, your throat, your racing pulse.

Are you sure? - his eyes asked.

You answered by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down.

The kiss was clumsy at first, Yautja mouths weren’t made for it, but he learned quickly.

Pressing his mandibles against your skin, nipping lightly, tasting you.

His scent wrapped around you, wild, electric, addictive.

Your clothes came off in pieces, discarded into the dark.

When you were finally bare under him, his gaze raked over you with a hunger that was almost reverent.

He touched you like a treasure, each brush of his massive hands making you ache.

He was careful as he explored you.

Mapping every sound you made, every shiver, every sharp intake of breath.

You gasped when his hand slid lower, between your thighs, and he paused, snarling softly in warning, in need. 

Telling you he would go slow.

You wrapped your arms around his thick neck, anchoring yourself to him, and whispered against his ear:

"I'm yours."

He froze.

Then he roared and surged against you.

The first push of his made you cry out, he was so big, you could feel every inch.

But he was gentle, trembling with the effort to hold back. Giving you time to adjust and grow used to him.

You clutched at his shoulders, at the ridges of his back, moaning into his skin.

He rocked into you slowly at first, every movement careful, deliberate. Worshipful.

But soon restraint gave way to need.

His pace quickened, driving deeper, and you met him eagerly, rising to meet each thrust.

It was overwhelming. Consuming.

You felt the bond between you ignite — something ancient, primal — not just physical, but something deeper.

As you shattered beneath him, you felt him follow, his body locking tight against yours with a desperate, broken snarl.

He didn't let go.

Not even after.

He curled himself around you, protective and fierce, his breath hot against your neck.

One massive hand covered your belly. His way of marking you.

You lay there, panting, stroking the side of his face with trembling fingers.

"Yours," you whispered again, kissing the corner of his mandible.

A deep, vibrating purr answered you, the sound of utter devotion.

You closed your eyes, safe for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.

Not hunted.

Not alone.

Chosen.

Loved.

Forever.

~Masterlist~

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Predator Badlands: funny thought

(Just bear with me)

Ok ok!!!

So we know this is probably going to be a big moment for Dek

And like a defining moment for him like he lets out a big scream and basically what I'm getting at is we know this is kind of a huge moment right.

And we know Dek is the runt of the family so he's a bit smaller and has more of a baby face then a menacing face like the others

So ngl when I first saw the clip where he lets out his yautja scream/roar whatever

I feel like he did it because he finally could do it you know

Cause before I believe, he can only click and chrip, and that is it

I just have the mental image in my head where all the other young yautja/ youngbloods are roaring menacingly

Meanwhile dek like

Dek: (inhales)

CHIRP

Like I said, this is based on a funny vision, so don't take me too seriously

Broooo, how sad would it be if the other yautja youngling bullied him, and his brother doesn't help him, obviously now I'm sad!!!

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Idk if your asks are open so ignore this

How about a 14 year old child being dropped into the jungle on predators planet?

The child is a Orphan girl who knows a few things about tech, and one of the predators(your choice) kinda takes a liking to them and takes them in under their care like one if their own pups

My asks are open lol, hope you enjoy. Unfortunately I don’t know if you’re going to see this? Do anons get notified of asks?

Someone very clearly fucked up. Human children, even teenagers, are strictly forbidden from “participating” in the hunt. So when one of the hunting party finds you wandering the jungle preserve they’re about as confused as you are.

They gesture for you to follow them and you do, it’s not like you have anything going on at the moment.

You’re immediately taken to the medical ward on the ship. It’s fairly small, but you managed to avoid getting more than a few scrapes.

As the Yautja tends to your wounds he gruffly asks where to take you.

“…h…ome?”

You shake your head awkwardly. “No home. Alone.” You reply, pointing to yourself.

Their mandibles flex and their brows raise, surprised at the unexpected response. They have the decency to appear apologetic.

At their hip a small communicator crackles to life, but the sound is staticky. You watch as they futilely try to answer but it’s clearly not working. With a growl they slam down the comm, gesture for you to stay put, and excuse themselves to the main hub.

When they get back they find you in the process of putting it back together, the sound over the link is almost unbelievably better.

You stammer something about wires and a busted antenna as the alien takes the device from you. They inspect it, mildly impressed, and reattach it to their hip.

You have trouble meeting their gaze as they give you a final once over. With very broken english he asks if you would be interested in staying with him and his clan. You’ve proven yourself capable and seem to have a knack for fixing things.

You’ve gotten the impression this particular alien is very old and traveled. You’d have a lot to learn from him.

Throwing caution to to the wind, you accept after some thought. He asks your name, telling you his own in exchange. He is known as Ahab.

The rest of the clan returns after about half a day to find you stretching next to Ahab in the commons room. He introduces you as their newest pup, a silent warning to behave is implied.

The rest of the clan is hesitant and wary of you, but Ahab is quite respected. They accept this without much ado. One remarks that you’ll be fine so long as you only complain half as much as Galgo does.

You don’t know who Galgo is, but you agree to make an effort regardless.

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I’ll show you a little cuteness that I made for two beautiful people

@thenomadclan @black-suns-rim

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More baby Cassius and Lucia

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Baby Cassius and his mother princess Lucia

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My newest Yautja OC: Cassius

He was adopted by a royal medieval family and is crowned as heir to the throne after his adopted grandfather dies.

Still fleshing out other details

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It’s kinda funny to think about how a Yautja suckling could fuck you up the way a house cat could fuck you up if it truly wanted to. Yeah, they’re cute, yet still potentially deadly, especially if they’re rather feisty by nature, prone to displays of aggression or temper tantrums, or innocently forget their true strength capacity when they just wanna play with you. The average juvenile is probably about my height (5’4”), at least, while they’re still developing into young adults. It wouldn’t take much to get wrecked.

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Reminder that Feral has fucking toe beans

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You know how cats are very particular about having their bellies touched, and they kick or punch people who touch their bellies without permission? Imagine a Yautja doing that.

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A small doodle of Naxa’s prosthetic mandibles. While Kaail would take the time to learn human facial expressions, not all of the clan would really do the same, so he’d commission prosthetics for her to assimilate more efficiently.

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Is predator fandom still alive? *plops this artwork*

[runs away]

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Finished. Wanted to give Kaail and Naxa some love🌸

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Sneak peek of Kaail