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Me: Ow, my back...

Me: hey hot alien, can you help me to make my back better?

Yautja: hm... Sure.

Yautja and me:

Me: thank you.... *die*

Literally no one:

Yautja's Pov & Human:

I love it when the Yautja boyfriend holding a human's neck in some movie 😩🫶✨

But... what about us??? 🫣❤️‍🔥

Fic Idea

If anyone is looking for an idea to write, I’ve been thinking about a yautja with a human mate who has brightly dyed hair when they first meet. I feel like when they see their mates hair fading and growing out they would assume they are sick or unhappy like how animals fur and feathers fade when they are sickly. I just think it would be so cute with them not understanding and reassuring them or going to a space market to refresh their hair.

If anyone would like to write this please tag me.

I'll allow you to live if only to use that mouth again.

@twobucksworld for some reason, it wasn't showing me your full ask, but I was able to see your full ask after a while. Which is to have a Yautja female sit on a human males face, I assumed to give her oral but if that is not the case please feel free to resend the ask and specify what exactly you had meant! (Also had to do it like this because I hit answer prematurely on my phone and then deleted the entire thing in my panic.)

CW: Face sitting and Oral sex. Starts out in our Females POV and then switches to the human males.

Small, loose stones littering the floor and dug into the males back, leaving red indents in his flesh as he lay prone on the floor. His arms were tied with a thick tweed rope behind his back, hands grasping at his own elbows and knees tied to a pole to keep him from hiding his shame. The huntress, though not a warrior by skill or want, had been stalking him as if she would claim his skull. Tonight, she had caught him. She could smell him, her mandibles moving as she circled him, eyes trained to every jerk he made. She admired his chest rising and falling, the quick movement of his eyes- yet he made no sounds. No pleas to be let go or shown mercy like most sniveling humans she had witnessed. Her head tilts, stopping her circling of him by his right side and stared at him. It appeared she was debating on what to do with him until she made a click and stepped over him. It was nearing her mating season and she could already feel the swirl of her heat in her belly- the annoying itch.

There was a glint in her eyes, one even a demon would have slinked away from as she thought of one use this male would have. She made a show of disrobing herself, claws ranking over her form after discarding her furs. She watches as his eyes run over her form, without any sucklings she did not have the breasts the human females had but she was clearly female by what lay between her thighs. Her sex was smooth, large lips and a cascade of spots leading from her naval to fade out around her cunt. Her clawed fingers moved to spread herself, her hips jutting forward and knees bending some to show herself off to him. Her cunt was the same soft shade as her mouth, the dusting of pastel pink between the labia and the large clit. She knew she was already starting to drip just from the thought of using the male before her and she gave herself a swirling rub. She could smell the rise in his hormones at having her bare herself to him and felt a purr leave her, it was close to her mating season and the male seemed willing.

She then released herself when he licked his lips, tilting her head in thought. Perhaps she would not take his cock right away, she had seen plenty other species similar to his take pleasure in other forms and wondered what the thrill of it was. She made a curious chirp, turning her back to him and kneeling on his chest. Her head turns back to him, clawed hands running up her thighs and rounding to her ass. She leaned forward, keeping her head turned to watch him over her shoulder as she spread herself again- clicking as she did so. He remained quiet but she could smell the excitement running through the lesser life form and she was amused. He must think himself special, and perhaps in a way he was- he was no Yautja but his scent had interested her enough for her to take him alive. She would use him then maybe keep him if he was good- if not she would at least get a meal after this. She then released herself, hands planting themselves on the ground as she backed herself up.

His sex was closer to her face now and behind the smell of soap she could smell his musk, it wasn’t something she would consider arousing but the way his cock had twitched as she moved closer to his face was amusing. She purred as she made contact with his face, pressing herself down on him and sitting back. She watched his cock twitch and begin to grow as she slowly ground down upon him. So the male did like this, but she found it odd and was annoyed. She was about to pull away when she felt the first swipe of his tongue, the spark of pleasure which followed had her making a confused noise. She jerked her hips, hands laid over his chest and twitching as he licked her again, this time circling her clit before pressing into her folds. That had her responding and moving with more earnest.

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Her smell was overwhelming, a thick musk that had his mind swimming as he lapped like a starved dog. His face was firmly pressed against her, his eyes closed as to let himself suffocate in the best fever dream way. He had stopped his struggling long before this had taken such a wet dream turn, knowing enough about Yautja to know when to conserve energy. He was a soldier and he figured that was why she had taken him and part of him felt honored to be claimed by such a beast of a woman. The other, less intelligent part, the one filled with a carnal lust craved each press of her down on his face.

He could feel her fluids and his spit sliding down his chin as he pressed his tongue fully inside her. Maybe he was nothing but a mindless sex machine, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by this female and have her use every last bit of him until all that remains is a pile of a spent man covered in both their releases. Maybe he was no better than a mindless animal, wanting to breed and the way he hungrily ate her seemed like proof enough. She gave no attention to the rest of him as she rode him and his body didn’t care, his cock hard and leaking already. But it was the ranking of her claws on his chest that dug rivets into his skin, her walls tightening around his tongue and her pressing so hard against him his entire skull felt it was about to fracture that had him moaning his own release.

He gasped for breath as she stood, unable to tell if the wetness on his chest was her spit, his cum or even his own blood- or some sick combination of all three but the thought had him shivering in his own aftershock of what happened. He blinked, licking his lips and tasting her still as purring met his ears. He could feel her mandibles nip at his ear and his eyes looked into hers as she whispered something, the words getting ingrained into his mind despite him unable to understand what it was she spoke.

i NEED more of predator loving the size difference between himself and you. I NEED IT.

A/N: Predator x F!Reader. Sex in a prison! Size difference. Pain kink. Semi-public smut.

From behind the steel bars of his prison, T'atha glared at the Android. He had thought it ooman until he had caught the subtle click and whir of machinery beneath its skin. 

"It'd be best if you behaved," it suggested before gesturing to his mate leaning against his arm. "We wouldn't want to introduce her to what we've captured downstairs."

T'atha did not reply but continued to stare flatly. He would not waste his energy. The thing was incapable of fear.

Though he could feel your fingers tremble around his forearm, you showed the Android not a hint of panic. You pinned it with an indifferent expression, and T'atha's chest bloomed with pride.

He had been captured, which, alone, was an embarrassment. But to add insult to injury, you had also been taken. Unthinkable. It was supposed to be a simple task. They were to slip aboard the USCSS Atlas to retrieve stolen eggs from one of his clan's Chiva locations.

However, once you and T'atha had boarded the ship and snuck to the lower level, it had become apparent that one of those eggs had hatched. There was a full-grown kiande amedha loose and very well-fed. The floors and walls were wet with blood. Ooman bodies torn to shreds. Glistening red-pink flesh and the stink of waste. T'atha had not hesitated before dragging you away from the slaughter, but it had been too late. 

The doors to all exits had been locked, and they were cornered like rats.

Several Androids had entered, and while T'atha had removed three of their heads, it had not been enough. They'd struck him with electric batons until his skin and muscle burned and smoked. He had attempted to cover you, but they'd ripped him away.

Your face still bore their marks. A hideous cut slithered across your temple, and T'atha worried it would become infected. Your kind was susceptible to contamination and you did not heal as quickly as Yautja. Last hunt, it had taken you weeks to recover from a broken wrist. He had been deeply distressed over it though he did not tell you that. He was supposed to be your strength, your pillar of courage in dire situations.

He glanced down at where you rested your face against his arm. Your body radiated heat and musky sweat. It was a very ooman flavor and one that he had begun to cherish.

He tucked you closer to him, helping you burrow into his torso as he cradled you possessively.

He had to be strong for you now.

***

A few days had passed and his brethren had not arrived. There was no doubt that his clan would have begun to look for them once their ship had failed to return. It was possible that the Atlas might have traveled too far into space, where the signal from the tracking device implanted in his neck was weak. It could take his brothers a considerable amount of time, and time was something they did not have. 

He was not optimistic about their captor's motives, but he had picked up a few things in the scattered chatter between the Androids and the remaining oomans beyond the prison door. He learned that they had managed to secure the black serpent and were going to deliver it to their superiors. In addition to the beast, the ship's crew would either offer you and T'atha to the leaders on their home planet or feed them to the serpent as incubators. 

With his enhanced hearing, he'd picked up many terms like cross-species experimentation, which did not bode well. 

"What will they do to us?" you asked, nudging his bicep with your cheek. He could smell your hair, the intense floral aroma from the oils you bathed in. It was only muddled by the sharp clash of rust due to the dried blood along your forehead. 

"Study," he replied curtly. He did not want to frighten you and was sure that he would get them out even if his brothers did not arrive in time. Failure would not be an option. 

"Study us?"

He nodded. 

"But I'm just human."

He lowered his head, grazing his jaw across your temple. "You are a mate of a Yautja."

"So?" you grumbled. "Is it because I can take a huge cock?"

Chuckling despite himself, he shook his head and pinched your hip. "Yes. Exactly, little one." He tugged you closer and felt a twinge of guilt at how clammy your skin was. He was constantly checking your temperature and it seemed like you shifted from too hot to freezing by the hour. "Only strong females can handle Yautja."

You smiled, squeezing his knee. He exhaled deeply, grateful you were in a lighter mood. He did not want to voice his true thoughts about what these Androids intended. He straightened his back against the wall, spreading his legs out to stretch his muscles. His posture was ramrod straight - fully aware of everything beyond the walls of their prison.

You had gone silent again, your eyes locked on the sealed door as you chewed on your lower lip. It was a nervous habit he could not break you from, and he worried you'd scar it. He was quite partial to that extra plush tissue around your mouth.

"You must relax," he crooned, stroking a paw down your spine. You shuddered and abruptly rolled onto your back to look up at him.

"Where are the others?" Your voice wastight in your throat. "Tahren? A'ta? A'kaand? They wouldn't leave us like this."

"It's a long journey," he explained. "We are in the Outer Veil."

You scrubbed a hand over your face and whimpered. For a moment, he was worried you would begin to cry. He did not like that. It was a disadvantage for your species. You could quickly shift from joy to terror to profound sadness. Your emotions ran you. 

He would have to remedy it.

Slowly, he crawled forward, covering your body with his own. He met your gaze, his enormous hand palming your cheek. "Rest." His tone was gentle as he spoke. He wanted to calm the heart he could hear thumping wildly beneath your breast. "You must sleep and gather your strength." You blew out a breath, lifting yourself onto your elbows until you were an inch from his face. Your expression was one that he knew too well. Stubborn. 

"I can't."

He drew back, sighing. "Why?"

"There's a fucking xenomorph on this ship, and we are stuck in a cage." Your brow creased as you regarded him with disbelief. "No weapons. No armor. We are dead."

You had fair points, but he'd never admit it. Instead, he would opt to distract you.

Huffing, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bound you to his chest. It was a cheap move on his part. He knew that. You instantly softened the second he began to purr, melting into him. He would not have you terrified or full of worry. It would not serve him. He had to focus, and he would not be able to if you fell apart. 

"The serpents won't touch you," he muttered as he stroked the crown of your skull. Compared to his own, you had such a tiny head. In his arms, it was alarmingly clear how small you were. You were formidable in a fight but against a kiande amedha? You'd be broken or worse - 

T'atha bristled at the thought of one stabbing you with its ovipositor; your chest cracked open. In the quiet darkness of their prison, he held you tighter.  

***

T'atha awoke with you still in his arms. He must have dozed off. Shame coursed through him. He could not afford to sleep, but he'd been awake for days - since they'd been thrown in here.

He blinked through the remaining dregs of his drowsiness. It clung to him like cobwebs, before his vision gradually cleared.

The room was cloaked in shadow apart from the occasional ping of light from the machinery surrounding them. He was certain this place doubled as a lab or medical facility. He studied the walls, the blinking screens, and tools. Nothing he could reach or use as a weapon.

Suddenly, T'atha felt your small hand between his legs. He startled, nearly bucking you off of him. 

"What are you doing?" he hissed, realizing that you had removed your leggings and were bare in his lap.

"Distraction," you replied as you nuzzled your face against his abdominal muscles. Your tongue's warm, damp pressure gliding against his skin before you drew away. 

He grabbed you by the upper arms, jerking you up. He could easily see you in the dark. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, and your mouth parted. He could smell that you were wet. "Now?"

"I want to feel you," you whispered, a note of desperation beneath the words. "I want to…just once…what if they kill-"

He growled - effectively cutting you off. "Do not doubt me. I will get us out and take every one of their heads for it."

"I know," you whined, clutching his neck to pull him towards you. You brushed your mouth along his mandibles before darting your tongue against his own. This was not the time for it, but he understood that your kind often required a sense of intimacy during moments of chaos or fear. He was surprised you'd even be willing to mate in a place where they were being watched. 

Unfortunately, he was not one to deny you especially when you begged as sweetly as you did. 

Perhaps, he could sate you with his tongue and fingers? Perhaps, that would be enough.

In the far corner of his mind, he knew it wouldn't be. The second he could smell you, it was over. It always was.

Without a word, he encircled an arm around your waist and forced you onto your back. You yelped, your fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. He slid between your thighs, hooking your leg around his waist to keep you spread. Your mouth quirked, the whites of your eyes and teeth bright in the shadows. He would consider you beautiful. You were soft and strange and small. Your features pleased him just as the small ways you exuded bravery did. They were what drew him to you to begin with.

The first moment he had seen you, you had been slick with blood. Your body crouched in front of a small Yautja pup. You had had no alliance with his species. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and yet you had still protected him. 

Later, he would learn that your ship had crashed on a hunting ground. Your superiors had been experimenting on various life forms, including the young Yautja suckling. You'd used the chaos of the crash to save the child, killing whoever got in your way. His clan had offered you sanctuary in payment. 

Now, his gaze raked over you as he brushed his thumb across the plump of your cheek. Yes - you were enticing and honorable and always hungry for him. 

"T'atha," you whimpered, and he braced his arm above your head; his other hand slid beneath your thigh. He lazily scratched at the smooth skin before pushing it back so that your knee hit your chest.

"We do not have the oil," he reminded you. It was a necessary tool for them in moments like this. It allowed you to take him easier, making you hot, soaked, and slightly numb. There were a few instances that they had gone without it, and it was usually when you were loose and drunk with c'ntlip.

You curled a finger around one of his dreads, tugging it so that it sparked the sensitive nerves at his scalp. It bloomed outward before lighting down his back. He was aroused now, his cock hard and unyielding as it rubbed against the folds of your sex. At this point, he would not be able to stop if he tried.

"I don't care," you stated. "I want to feel you. 

Beneath his belt, he gripped himself, pushing his hips forward to drag the head of his cock against your cunt. "Brave one," he praised, rutting lazily between your thighs. "Such a brave girl."

You shivered at his approval, and he began to breach you inch by inch. Almost immediately, your brows met, and your lower lip sucked between your teeth as you inhaled sharply. He was barely inside you, your tight heat only beginning to stretch around him. He stopped and rubbed the side of his mandible against your face. "Relax," he murmured. "You are too tense. I will not fit."

He eased his pelvis back, the tip catching on the entrance of your cunt before he pushed halfway in. You shrieked, your nails biting into the meat of his shoulders. He paused, raising himself and glancing between them to observe where they were joined. He was barely inside you. Though his length glimmered in your wetness, it was not enough. He withdrew, and you made a frustrated noise as you reached for him.

Of course. Even though it hurt, you were determined to complete it.

Wordlessly, he knocked your hands away from him before sliding down your body, hitching your knees over his shoulders. "I will take care of you, little one." He pinned his palm to your belly to hold you still as he purred against your thigh, scraping a tusk along the soft meat of it. He could smell you - the flesh of your sex dark and dripping and swollen for him. It took every ounce of his self-control not to flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you senseless. "You trust me?"

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You nearly levitated off the cold, metal floor when T'atha plunged his tongue inside you. It was too much and not enough at once. The sharp edge of his jaws scraped your tender skin, but never enough to pierce it. He lapped at your pussy, sliding the muscle of it from your entrance to your clit. Gingerly, he introduced one of his fingers and then a second. They were thick, calloused and powerful and he was careful when he used them. He moved them slowly, scissoring and petting until you were stretched open. His hand on your belly held you down as he licked you to a climax. It shuddered through you, made you go temporarily blind. He could make you come in seconds with only his fingers and tongue. He'd turned it into a game, a competition of sorts, as if conquering your ooman body held the same thrall as completing his Chiva. He was a brilliant strategist in all facets of his life.

He was beautiful in the way that a giant crocodile was - a bull shark. He dwarfed you with his height and his width; the green-blue scales of his hide that dragged over your flesh.

Even if he was barely touching you, the sight of him crouched between your legs could get you off. His feral dark eyes danced over your form, raking along your tits or belly or your cunt. He loved grazing the dull tips of his claws along your nipple, marveling at the way it beaded and caused you to arch. His long tubular dreads tickled your hips and when you fisted them, he growled like a beast.

In this tiny prison, he was merely a giant in a cage. He filled your vision, wrapped himself around you until you were engulfed by him and the safety he promised. As he sat back on his heels, you forgot to breathe. He was a sight - an Apex predator that had just drank from your cunt as if it was nectar. Your juices coated the lower half os his face. The flickering green and red lights of the machinery, accentuated the rippling muscles of his torso.

You don't know why you asked for this. You were scared. Hormonal. You'd been off for weeks, and this situation felt direr than any others. You trusted him to save you, but nothing was certain. You wanted to be close to him; this was the only way you knew how. 

Lazily, he crawled up your body like an enormous cat. He grazed the side of his face against your own, a deep purr rumbling from his chest. He was molten-heat, skin like the sun, and you clung to it in the frigid, medicinal-smelling room. "The Yautja life is rubbing off on you, my female," he rasped in a rough voice. His fingers moved between your legs, teasing and dipping inside you. "You long to be fucked where they can see us. You do not care?"

"No," you whisper. You didn't. You'd allowed him to take you in front of his brothers once. The both of you drunk off the hunt, and the adrenaline and too much c'ntlip. "They'll be dead soon, anyway," you added as you nipped his jaw. 

He grunted, rutting against the tender flesh of your cunt. He was unbearably hard, and you hungered for it. The pain. The pleasure. The way he could hurt you terribly, but always straddled the line. He made you feel like a precious piece of weaponry in his hands, stroked and touched and held close.

"They will be," he agreed as he began to sink into you. You gasped, clutching at his waist. He was all muscle and unyielding flesh. Your nails bit into his ribs, and it encouraged him. "Relax," he said before lowering his chest, so it crushed your breasts. His heart thumped rhythmically as though trying to mellow out the bird-flutter of your own. He offered you soft, clicking noises - the sound soothing your agitation as he slid deeper and deeper until finally he was buried to the hilt. 

You were speechless. It felt like he was hitting the back of your throat. The pressure inside of you expanded, the tip of him nudging the curve of your womb. You swallowed, screwing your eyes shut as you bit the inside of your mouth through the ache of him. 

He gripped your chin. "No," he tutted. "Open your eyes. I want you to know that it is me who is claiming you."

You did as he asked, even though it was silly. As if it could have been anyone else nearly splitting you in half. 

He chuffed as he began to rock his hips, his thrusts shallow and cautious. "I want you to watch," he clarified further, his pupils eating away at the green of his eyes. "Your cunt will know no other than me."

You nodded, head dropping back against the ground. It hurt - pain shooting up the crown of your skull, but it was nothing compared to how he opened you up. Every snap of his hips branded you, making room for his cock in the small clutch of your heat.

You reached between your legs and felt the flesh of your pussy taut around his thick shaft. You were impaled - entirely at his mercy. He sped up his pace, one hand cupping your ass to lift you higher so he could angle himself down into the mouth of your sex. His strokes steadily became long and powerful. You felt pushed to your limit, your face burning with exertion as he pounded you against the ground. You reached above your head and clasped the steel bars of the cage to hold yourself steady. The space echoed with the squelching noises of your body wetly accepting him. You had outgrown any shame regarding your sex life with T'atha. He had bent you into nearly impossible positions. He could lift you like you weighed nothing, hold you against a wall and fuck you senseless. 

He said what he meant; there was no innuendo, no hinting. He was blunt about his desires just as he was blunt about everything else.

"Let me mount you, little one. You are tempting me."

"I want to lick you again. Get on your back."

He was especially insatiable after a hunt. Only afterward, of course, when he was full of adrenaline, his heart hammering in his throat, and both of you were cut and filthy. He'd bend you over and fuck you until you collapsed, then turn you onto your side, lift your thigh, and slide home again. During a hunt, he was still as a statue, an unshakeable force. He never lost focus of his prey even when you grew bored. He could crouch on a single tree branch for days on end as he surveyed the hunting ground.

But that was simply the Yautja way. 

"Those serpents will not touch you," he snarled into your ear, warm breath fanning over your cheek as he fucked you "I will take their skulls for you..."

You released a high-pitched noise on a fierce stroke of his cock, and it aroused him further. Abruptly, he sat back on his heels and hauled you up with him so you could straddle his lap and wrap your legs around his waist. He held you as he thrust upward, spearing into your tiny body and hitting an even softer, wetter part of you. You croaked, fingers scrambling until you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. You were a doll at this point. Helpless and limp and at his mercy.

"Do not go quiet on me now, mate," he crooned as he pawed between your legs, the pads of his fingers brushing the bead of your clit before slipping against your folds that were stretched around him. Immediately, the pleasure burst through the whole of your pelvis. Your cunt clamped down on him, your back arching in his embrace. "There," he said, trilling in a way that coaxed you, pulling you closer. "Perhaps, I will finally fuck you into exhaustion."

You could do nothing, but nod and then whine his name like a broken record. You were a mess. He teased your pleasure out, a climax followed by another—small spikes of raw sensation in your core as you flexed around him. 

He changed positions again, flipping you onto your knees, hand on your lower back as he forced your cheek to the floor. He entered you in a single stroke, his size still shocking regardless of how wet and fucked out you were. His hips rammed against your ass, his grip harsh on the nape of your neck to pin you. His cock pulsed inside the narrow channel of your cunt - thrumming with the same fury as his heartbeat - as your own. He was reaching his end; you could hear it in his grunts, the deep, unsteady breathing. 

When he came, he growled out your name and it sounded utterly primal in the way his tongue dipped over the letters. He had told you once that sex with his oomani-di had been unexpected. 

"Your body brings only pleasure as if it was made for it," he rumbled, dragging his tusks along your shoulder. "Soft and wet and tight. Yautja mating is nothing like this...nothing at all."

You glanced over your shoulder, blinked up at him, utterly spent. When he eased himself out of you, there was the rush of his spend. You slid your hand down between your legs and felt it. It was warm, and your cunt was swollen and aching. Even so your skin remained on fire, there was a strong need to be rinsed in ice. He gingerly shifted you onto your back, squeezing your hips before once more blanketing you with his body. He nuzzled your jaw, the side of your neck. You longed for him even as he bore his weight above you, his abdominal muscles tensing against your stomach.

"Did I hurt you?" he murmured as his hand found yours against your sex. His thumb grazed your folds tenderly. It was always surprising when T'atha treated you like a fine instrument, desperate to ensure you did not break. It was why he was covering you with his body now, using his hide as protection when you were at your most vulnerable.

"No," you replied though you'd be sore for days. After a second, you added mischievously: "I think we could go again-"

"You jest!" he returned, his tone rubbed in disbelief. He slapped you lightly on the ass. "Are you ill? Surely - you cannot -"

"I'm joking," you replied, and T'atha narrowed his eyes and flared his mandibles. Humor often went above Yautja heads.

"You're impossible-"

Suddenly, a siren erupted in the room. Emergency lights flared - coating them both in red. 

"Either your brothers are here, or the Xeno has escaped," you sighed as you reached for your leggings. 

A voice sounded over the intercom that you recognized. A'ta. Beneath his gravelly timbre, you could hear the dying gasp of the captors unlucky enough to have been caught by the other Yautja. You hoped they'd left some for T'atha or he'd be a nightmare for weeks.

"Brother," he greeted warmly. "Only you would waste precious time copulating with your oomani-di instead of planning your escape."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "That fuck knows my damn name."

Ignoring your remark, T'atha scowled at A'ta's insult. "He is mistaken. I had a plan."

You patted him on the bicep. "I know you did."

[¿What if a Youngling hurted you on purpouse?]

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Author note: I wanted to write something else about yautjas so there is going to be random "What if" yautja posts sometimes.

Also this idea is from @raccoonsrummagerostrum

I hope you enjoy

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It was a common day for you and you're mate in the clan village, you're mate has came back from hunting a couple of days ago ,and were spending every second together.

Now you two were at the market , looking for some fur coats, since both of you we're going to spend chrismas with you're family ,so you're mate wanted to be as ready as possible for the cold of winter.

In that moment someone hit you on the back of the knee, it hurt but not bad and when you looked you saw a pup, with a small playful and mischievous smile ,spreading his jaws.

When you're mate saw it he growled at the pup, and after the mother came, both of you went back home, an hour later, Mother and pup shwed up at you're door, and the youngling had a bump that made him look like a unicorn.

Then the female made the pup look at you and say:

¿what do you say?

Sowy

¿Why?

Becawse i hitted you..

¿And?

And.. thwats not okey...

You were impressed, but you knew yautja education was different, so you just accepted the little one apologies.

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Im sorry if it was short, i hope you liked it.

Idk why but it made happy

Hi,if you still doing requests,

I want to ask you, what would the yautja mate would think about human things, like video games and ice cream and that kind of thing.

Idk i think they would be like a little kitten amazed for the new world

By the way: sorry for my bad inglish, its not my first lenguage, and ¿how are you?

Elder yautja with human things

A/n: Please don’t apologize it’s okayy! I am doing quite swell, thank you for asking.

Ice cream

He gets a brain freeze 100%.

He’ll get some old man flavor like mint chocolate chip or just butter pecan.

He’ll eat the cone first and then the ice cream.

If he’s old enough he probably doesn’t run AS HOT as he used to so I like to think after he eats the ice cream he gets all chilly and bundles up under a blanket with you cuddled up to his chest.

Video games

He doesn’t understand why you’d wanna spend hours farming and making a house when it isn’t even real.

He’s the type to let you spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on in game items, he’ll be reluctant but can’t say no when you bat your eyelashes at him.

He tried it one day and almost smashed your whole gaming set, he couldn’t figure out where the space bar was and ended up killing your character.

A puppy or kitten

He will honesty hate it. It’s taking your attention away from him, he hates that. Not to mention the thing snuggles up to your chest leaving no room for him.

It would be funnier if the animal hated him, swatting or growling at him every time he got too close to you.

As soon as you leave though, maybe out into the city for the day you’ll come back to your mate asleep in the recliner with your little pet curled up on his chest.

Makeup

He was confused when you put on all these different shades, he’ll end up asking his son who will probably say it’s to attract mates or something.

Your mate will be DEVASTATED. He’ll be sitting there watching you put it on like “am I not enough?”

All you have to do is tell him it’s for him or maybe even yourself. All will be forgiven and he’ll trap you in a big bear hug, it’ll scare it out of his skin when he pulls away to see your face of makeup imprinted onto his chest.

I loved it, its so cool., this is from @mintymarabell

I just finished up at the dentist and it made me wonder how would an elder Yautja react to a s/o that had a cavity but was deathly afraid of the dentist. Afraid to the point that they would run away at the very mention of a dentist appointment

Elder yautja with a s/o who is afraid of the dentist

A/n: just gonna disclose I’ve never had a cavity or a tooth pulled so I’m gonna wing it hard. So sorry.

He hates it but at the same time loves it.

Hates it because he hates seeing you all scared and eager to run off to a nearby jungle.

Loves it because he can be your big bad mate who’ll protect you and show off he can do just that even in his VERY old age.

He most likely wouldn’t even know about a dentist till his son told him he’d have to take you to one after you complained of a horrible tooth ache.

He’ll once again scold his son for not educating him on the matter but won’t fret on it for too long as he rushes off to find an oomanologist whose sane enough to poke at the inside of the elder mates mouth.

It’s gonna be his son who got the job.

He’ll hiss at the poor boy every time you wince or groan in discomfort.

He’ll let you hold or squeeze his hand, he’ll even let you hold his bicep. That he will flex every now and then.

His son will probably try not to tell you the tooth needs pulling, instead opting to just use anesthesia or laughing gas.

His son will be all so sorry and forgive me after the process, his father mad at the lack of communication but at the same time happy your tooth is gone so there’s no more pain.

He LOVES how drowsy you are (think of those videos of people after their wisdom teeth and there all drugged up.) he things it’s the cutest thing, you complimenting him or just lazing on his big ole body.

In conclusion he will get you TONS of ice cream, TONS of jewelry and whatever you like, trying to make up for his son putting you under without you even knowing.