"It's stupid that men are allowed to be shirtless in public while women aren't" yes trueâ ïž "it's also gross when men do it they should also have to cover up" what. no. no. wrong conclusionâïž
Ftm au... again... this will get more imagines soon. Maybe a fic?
Dek DEFINITELY gets all worked up and hot when it comes to you expressing yourself in any way. He's definitely a curious, more gentlemanly yautja... :3c
He's huffing and whimpering and covering his mouth when yall fuck I mean WHAAAATT
Dek x ftm!reader headcanons because.. yea.. someone's gotta do it...
Dek!! Ough my man...
Dek, being a smaller and runtish male yautja is VERY VERRYY inspired by the fact, like him, you had to prove and thrive to create your own manhood, instead of it being handed to you.
He ravels and basically busts whenever you give time in your day to let him look at your scars (top surgery, bottom, sh) because he views shaping your own body to your wants and desires and needs as the ultimate domination of any creature. To be given one body and rebel to make your own is a power the yautja have barley ever explored.. maybe you can teach his clan your ways in creation
You honestly thought him and Thia were dating, primarily because of the consistent crest bumps they give eachother. But no, they see eachother as the sibling they really should have had all along. (Kwei is awesome but hea dead...)
This is more a oc insert thing of mine, but you eventually sit him down and show him how to play the concerntina and harpsichord! (My instruments) he thinks their strained bellows would be be perfect to rouse an army.
Never fails to use the fact that he is... idk how to say this other than more muscularly advantaged than you to his own benifit... (you might be riding him but he's the one holding your hips in place ;D)
Another oc insert one.. you are not exactly human. Your species thrive on music, swiftness, agility, art and flexibility out of anything. He finds its strongly titillating to find you dancing with your tribe at one point... who knew one species could bend that way.
Even though he's a runt he still gets an ego boost from being able to pin you with no effort. Does that little smug chuckle he does whenever you even try to fight back.
Now... if you happen to be more... muscular.. and can put up a fight... ohhhhh boy... OHHHH BOY...
Is thrilled when you tell him you have a small chance of actually carrying his pups... but that's just a yautja lineage thing i think...
FREAK NASTY reader that is known for banging like every type of alien known to man throughout the galaxy but is too scared to fuck a yautja beacuse... yea... so when they meet one at an intergalactic conference the yautja gets offended their species is being excluded from the readers great mission and offers to make the first move because yautja lack social cues and normalities... so when the reader gets all nervous the yautja pull them into a room and they strip and the reader is stammering and... hehsgehehehe....
I think this is Canon? But still a strong hc that not all Yautjas focus on purely hunting. Their species would in no way thrive the way it does if they didn't have scientists and engineers and chefs and craftsmanship.... yautja with a chef hat...
Imagine a Yautja coming across a planet for their first hunt but the lifeforms have no natural predators and are super friendly and all they do is sleep mate and eat fruit so they have to go to a new planet bc they don't want their first hunt to be a cutiewuitecuddlebug from snugasabuginarug planet
Can Yautja be FTM? No idea, but this one can. Ive only watched one predator movie, so this is mainly just cooked up from my own imagination and attraction to Yautja, as well as the many fics I read. I used a generator for the name, so if itâs bad, blame the generator.
This is also more just âhaha funny relationship between a yautja and his oomanâ kinda vibes. very fun to write, i would love to write about Bhan again.
Mixed wording for the yautjas bits.
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Dating a yautja was an⊠interesting experience. Bhankui-ya, or as you called him, Bhan, was no exception. But really, dating a scaley 8ft tall alien warrior who could rip your spine out of your body with his pinky really didnât get any weirder. You were never gonna complain though, except for the times he would sit his entire weight in your lap, and you were left gasping for air. It wasnât your fault that yautja weigh the same as three men of their size. You loved it though, and you had a feeling Bhan knew that.
How you came to date your partner, mate, as he called it, was another strange set of circumstances. You had a past of your own, and there wasnât much left to live for. So, you had set out to take down the people whoâd harmed you and your loved ones the most with you. Your body was littered with the scars they left on you, and your heart was covered in even more, aching for the siblings theyâd taken from you. Be it from their abuse, or your siblings taking their own lives because of them.
It hadnât truly registered at the time. You didnât know what a bad blood was, or that Bhan was an enforcer. You just knew that scaley fucker, who was already missing an arm and hissing like a wet feral cat, was trying to take your kill goal from you. Bahn would later tell you, after laying in bed feeling like hed just drained the very life out of you, that you fought more feral than a kiande amedha fighting for its queen.
You still didnât really know what that was, but you had seen skulls, trophies, Bhan kept of them. Apparently, they were a big deal, and seeing you acting like one got him wet. For some reason. But hey, you got hard seeing him cleaning his knives and spears, who were you to judge that he got heated up seeing you rip a bad bloods mandibles right out their face.
Anyways. In the end you came with him, since youâd âproven yourselfâ somehow. And having literally nothing and no one on earth, you just followed. You were no warrior or hunter, at least nothing compared to yautja. But you had a âlook in your eyeâ in Bhans words, or rather clicks. The implant to understand him still itched at times. You just âneeded to unleash itâ whatever that meant.
Turns out the one place you can unleash this so-called power is in the bedroom. Because, where yautja may be the superiors in many ways, it seems in the way of the body humans were still more advanced. Bhan would tell you it was because âOomans like you are controlled by bodily urgesâ, you just think heâs jealous you used to fuck a toy before you met him.
You honestly felt like you were on top of the world the first time you used a vibrator on his clits, because apparently his people had three. Seeing him rip holes in his seat and how he would arch, and roar made you feel euphoric, it had to be the same rush Bhan felt on a good kill. But instead, you got it from making him squirt so hard his legs were shaking.
You never got to live on that high for very long. Apparently Bahn liked to âpeel you back down againâ so you âdidnât get too confidentâ. Apparently, a confident hunter was a dead hunter, or something like that. It was pretty hard to think about his âlessonsâ when he was riding you though, his sheer bulk slamming down on your already aching human hips until you were making noises similar to the creatures he hunted when they were dying.
That didnât stop you from stocking up on toys though. The next time you came to earth, you scrounged up money one way or the other, and immediately entered the best quality shop you could find. Bhankui-ya was off doing whatever he needed to do, and in the meantime you were trying to find out which wand would work on him.
The conversation with the store clerk was embarrassing, to you at least. They seemed quite entertained as you fumbled out that you were trying to find something that would work on your âtaller than you can imagine, buff as hell and more dangerous than a tiger on steroidsâ partner. They were very helpful though, and even gave you some discounts and wished you luck on your way, as you stumbled out of the store with at least two bags on each arm.
It was only experience at this point that helped you remember where the ship was, since it was invisible and all that. But as you got inside you immediately clambered off to the bedroom, where you got to work. Bhankui-ya wouldnât know what hit him when he got back, you would make sure of that.
Of course, you shouldnât have been surprised when your mate came back beaten and bloody, but lugging the bad bloods head under his arm. You had gained a fascination with seeing the heads of his kills, alright? So, what if it made you morbid. And Bhan? He just seemed to almost preen as you oohd and aahd over his kill.
Patching him up was a coupleâs activity, mainly just because you liked patching him up, and Bhan liked when you did it. He could have easily fixed himself up with the many tools he got as a yautja, but where was the fun in that, when he got to see his little blood thirsty ooman patch him up instead. Bhan did have to stop you from licking his blood up at times, lest he decided to ride you right then and there.
In the end you forgot all about the wide array of toys youd laid out in the bedroom, in the order you planned to use them on him. You sent Bhan on his way, deciding to be a good mate and drag his heavy as fuck armour and weapons off to where they needed to go for cleaning and polishing. It caused aches in your back, but Bhans purrs made it all worth it.
Walking into the bedroom Bhankui-ya got to see your little plan, and if the hunt and your pampering, as well as that flicker of bloodlust in your eyes hadnât got him wet, then this did. How sweet of you, his little mate, to want to pamper him this way. Had you remembered it was your anniversary? (you hadnât) how could he not use the gifts you set out.
Walking into the bedroom to see Bhan fucking himself with one of the toys, a vibrator against his clits made you almost pass out. Hed even worked one of the plugs into his other hole, his muscular thighs spread wide open as he purred in your direction, his noise like a siren call that had you stumbling over your own feet, almost making you eat floor.
Bahn had tried to laugh at your stumbling, but you were on his slit like a starved animal. It was only the fact that Bahn let you that you got the vibrator away from his nubs, mainly because he loved your mouth on him. It was just so much nicer to have a human eat him out than a fellow yautja, he had taken lips for granted his entire life.
Having just gotten back from a hunt left him more pliable, and willing to go along with your whims. Which was how you got four of those wired vibrators strapped to his thighs, and up his cunt, set to the highest setting as you fucked into his ass. The wand youd bought was worth all the money as well, as you used it to swap from one bundle of nerves to the other, Bhankui-ya howling loud enough that your ears were ringing. You wouldnât be shocked if they were bleeding, but did you care? No, no you did not.
The adrenaline from his hunt, your powerful scent of want and hunger, and just the fact that Bhankui-ya didnât indulge in other mates before you, left him sensitive and so needy, something you gladly abused any chance you got.
The bed needed to be completely replaced afterwards, but thatâs how it went every time you got him like this. Never in your dreams did you think you could have someone as powerful and dangerous as Bhan, limp and panting, his entire body shaking and spent. Seeing his mandibles quivering always made your heart lurch, it felt like a symbol that you had done it all right.
Times like this were never about you or getting you off. But you also knew Bhan wouldnât accept it if you didnât get to finish too, so you always did it wherever he wanted it most. There was little chance of you two having offspring, mainly because Bhan had an implant that made pregnancy impossible. Because, unsurprisingly, yautja had even better prevention care than humans could ever dream off. You swore you heard him chirping about pups every now and then though, when you had him so wrung out that his eyes kept rolling back, even when you werenât doing more than petting his torso.
Aftercare was also something Bhankui-ya could appreciate that came from humans. Yautja did care for each other after mating, but it was mainly just to patch each other up if it got bloody, or feeding the other food and water. Being rubbed all over and massaged was enjoyable, so you wouldnât catch Bhankui-ya complaining.
You both knew you were gonna be the one shaking and limping in a few days though. He couldnât let you get too confident, now, could he? Maybe hed even show you how some of the weapons he owned could be used in more⊠fun and creative ways.
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