I HAVE BEEN SLACKING ON THIS BLOG I AM SORRY!! 😭🙏 star wars took hold of me and i've been busy at work 😮💨 but the yautja live on in my heart and mind palace trust
here's a snippet from queen part 2 as penance 😈 (18+, smut)
Faster than you’d think for such mass, the Yautja swoops down and scoops you up in his arms, taking two long strides before dropping you down on the nest. You land with a grunt, almost sliding off the edge of the bed before Snake lodges himself in front of you. One of his knees slots between your thighs, pressing into the soft of your inner thigh. His other leg anchors him to the ground, and he uses the leverage to tower over you. The pelts shift where he plants his scaly paws, fingers splaying and gripping the bed. He’s close, too close, crowding your space and making you feel hotter than you already are— The ship is so blisteringly warm, you haven’t felt a reprieve from the heat even slightly. The Yautja whickers, cooing and purring like you’ve activated him in some fashion; though he isn’t nearly as immediately handsy, per se, as his companions, but he does start… smelling you?
You gasp when the Yautja’s head lowers to the nape of your neck, his tusked mandibles brushing your cheek and collar as they quiver. Each flex is in time with a deep, heady inhale he takes, and you blush more as Snake’s attention diverts from your neck to the center of your sternum. He glances up at you, the look in his eyes downright coquettish, and you shiver when he exhales, his breath fanning across your bare bosom. Before you can question what the Hell the Yautja thinks he’s doing, the long, wet muscle of his tongue slides from his mouth. It’s a deep shade of purple, prehensile, and you whimper when he traces the edge of your areola with its forked tip. You arch your back, delighting in the sparks of pleasure that bolt through you as he swirls around your nipple. Snake drags the length of his tongue across your chest to give the same treatment to your other breast. Your hands find his broad shoulders, fingers gripping his hard armor and the plush fur slung over one pauldron.
“Please.” You whine, almost crying out when his head dips lower and lower, just until his chin brushes against your mons. Snake mouths at your belly like he seeks to eat you, pinching your fat and leaving indents in the soft skin. He tilts his head to nip at your love handles, or stops to rub his jaws over your body, clearly scenting you. The way he’s acting is so animalistic; the attention is so primal. You want more of it. He growls, mandibles spreading, and his eyes widen ever so slightly— Like he’s drinking in your scent. It should embarrass you, having another person literally breathe in the musky smell of your cunt, but it only emboldens you— Exhilarates you. Every breath you take makes your head spin, so hot you can’t help but rock your hips to his touch. Snake practically radiates heat, a heat your body aches for. It’s no surprise then when the Yautja slides his knee up, slotting your cunt just above it. His scaled skin is firm, rough against the wet heat of your core, splitting your labia and grazing your clit.
“Feels good.” You sigh, rubbing your pussy against the hard muscle of his thigh, trying to stimulate your throbbing clit. Everything feels so good, like your senses have been dialed up to 100! Something has to be in the air, you think blearily, neck muscles relaxing so much your head lolls back. Your entire body feels like air, like you’ve dropped your mortal coil and turned into mist. Just as you think Snake will sweeten the deal and give you what you want, he does what his companion had earlier: Pulls away. The Yautja— Who had been so delightfully licking your nipples— removes his mouth from your breast. He straightens up, unfurling to his full height to peer down at you with warm umber eyes. His mandibles click, and you could practically mourn as you watch his tongue retreat back into his inner mouth. The tight, hot coil in your belly ebbs away, though frustration keeps you warm in spite of losing it.
“You all keep doing that!” You pout, sitting up enough to rest back on your palms. Snake tilts his head, and you're stricken at how genuinely confused he appears by your upset. He speaks, this time the rolling clicks resounding in his chest sounding more… consequential than before. Any lingering annoyance you may have disappears, interest piqued more at his serious tone than anything else. His hands flex at his sides, like he wants to grab you, grope you, toy with you… It takes a lot to smother more naughty thoughts before your mind totally loses it.
yautja who have a purring sound layered to their voice when they speak of or to their mate because they love them so much that they are always happy when with them that it affects their voice
If you're a big girl, I am letting you know that ALL Yautja fucking loooovvvveeeeee your ass, like I just got off the phone with John Yautja, and that's what they told me!!!
FINALLY have gotten around to posting this 😅 i made this fan poster for my stepdad for his birthday! (it's in june, so i'll have to update y'all about what he thinks of it 😈)
i started with this official promotional photo of jungle hunter, edited it digitally to make it reminiscent of the classic heat signature view, then i used the grid method to transcribe it onto paper. i also went somewhat insane drawing all the different colors and shapes and used up an entire red colored pencil 😃 but the painting parts (background + text) was fun!! 🤩
hi! you got any more of your own headcannons of yautja i'm curious? Mine is that female yautja births one pup in their first pregnancy typically & expected as this is also can be considered their chiva. I made myself laugh out loud from imagining all yautja in the clan be so baffled a female human mated to yautja got pregnant & it's twins or even better triplets at THEIR FIRST PREGNANCY & i so know their yautja mate is definitely bragging every moment of that fact
so sorry this took me ONE MILLION YEARS to type out!!! 😭🙏
BUT YES!!! I have so many Yautja headcanons that whenever I try to make a comprehensive doc of all of them, my brain fizzles out. 😭 I've been trying to write out a Yautja Biology post for AGES now. 😖
But yes! I totally agree that Yautja females almost always have a single pup their first pregnancy: It's the most common outcome, as twins are exceptionally rare! Yautja females that do bear twins their first pregnancy, in some clans, make something of a name for themselves, and their general desirability would definitely increase— Especially if said twins are both in good health, strong, etc. Poor gals not only have two wild children to look after, but come next mating season they'll be swamped with dozens of potential suitors too😅 Lot's of new males to fight (and probably kill)...
Anyways! Here's some of my thoughts down below ↓
I'm more of the mind that the Chiva is nearly always the traditional hunt for kiande amedha(e.g., Scar, Chopper, and Celtic in Alien vs. Predator), with some clans expanding the definition to include other species of high value, dangerous prey (e.g., Dek hunting on Genna for the Kalisk in Predator: Badlands). It's ritualistic hunting— it's The Hunt— thus is required for all Yautja... Well, at least for the males. Yautja males must succeed in their Chiva as it is the rite of passage for them to obtain their Blooded status, permittance to partake in mating seasons (as that's how they prove themselves to Yautja females), and be recognized as powerful hunters by their clan. For Yautja males, achieving their Chiva is their next life step, and they would not be considered "full" Yautja until they have done so. It can be embarrassing to consistently disqualify for one's Chiva (only select groups are chosen for any given Chiva, and spots are limited), even more so to fail at it, and any self-respecting Yautja male would sooner die during his Chiva than survive it emptyhanded, as maintaining their honor is paramount. To come back from a Chiva without a trophy (or "succeeding" through cheating, lies, schemes, etc) is like abandoning all one's honor and forsaking their clan, and sometimes it can be bad enough that a Yautja male will not only be ostracized, but exiled too. Or potentially branded as a Bad Blood, to be hunted and killed by other Yautja for their honor.
On the other hand, Yautja females just don't have to prove their worth in that same way. They are "full" Yautja the second they are born by virtue of being females under a strict matriarchy. Now, Yautja females certainly hunt, but they do not need to Hunt; if you get what I'm saying. They are not the ones that prove themselves in order to mate, they do not need to amass great collections of skulls and trophies to please another— That is the task of the Yautja male. Yautja females most often hunt for food, resources, or in defense; the ones that do trophy hunt do so to hone their skills, simply because they want to, or perhaps even chase the thrill. Some definitely take trophies, especially when the hunt was notable enough, but those trophies are for them and them alone. In a sense, Yautja females don't have a Chiva, because they simply don't need one. Though, Yautja females that hunt kiande amedha would be probably be considered highly desirable just by that fact alone.
SO! It is interesting to think of pregnancy/birth/childrearing as an expected factor of a Yautja female's life, to the point it is like their Chiva-equivalent. 🤔 I certainly think there is a sizable amount of Yautja mothers who 100% tell their daughters "When you have a pup of your own..." and have the expectation that their daughters will rear children, but not always. I think Yautja females have far more leeway when it comes to life paths, and if one choses not to partake in mating season and/or bear pups, it isn't necessarily a social taboo— But it certainly is dependent on the attitudes of their clan at large!
Here's just some more miscellaneous headcanons I have:
Yautja live largely divided by the sexes, and Yautja females are the backbone of Yautja society. ALL planet-side settlements are established, occupied, controlled, and maintained by females. They are also the predominant actors of diplomacy, civilization, and legislation.
On the other hand, Yautja males generally live on clanships, smaller hunting ships with select members of their tribe, or lead solitary lives. Regardless, the life of a male is largely space-faring and nomadic, and even those that have stakes in planet-side settlements— Yautja Prime included— don't tend to stick around for long periods of time (aside from male Elders and Elites, who have more social standing).
Each clan has a Clan Leader (usually an Elite/Elder male) and a Clan Matriarch (often grandmothers). These are roles that are held by the most powerful, strongest of their clan, but their positions are always at risk of usurpation. Anyone willing can challenge to be Clan Leader or Clan Matriarch, though it is a somewhat infrequent phenomena... considering just how badly the challenger will probably lose. The changing of power is honestly once in a blue moon, and most succession is due to the Clan Matriarch or Leader (especially the male) dying honorably to a failed hunt.
While Clan Leaders govern and control clanships and the inner workings of male Yautja circles, the Clan Matriarch has final say and veto power.
Yautja females that Hunt are often deadlier, more efficient, and even smarter than their male counterparts (take for example Cleopatra, a female hunter known for her ruthlessness).
There's definitely a TON more I could say, but this post has been sitting in my drafts for ages, and I don't wanna keep you waiting any longer 😅
The Predator franchise is at its peak when there is palpable sexual tension between the Yautja and the human they team up with. It will only be even more goated should they get immediately freaky with each other.
The Predator franchise is at its peak when there is palpable sexual tension between the Yautja and the human they team up with. It will only be even more goated should they get immediately freaky with each other.
Last book: This was a while ago because I haven't been disciplined with reading, but Anne Carson's Autobiography in Red, which is technically a collection of poems that reimagines the Greek myth of Geryon. It's so good, and Carson is one of my favorite poets and translators!
Last song: I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen. Been spamming this like crazy. It actually makes me lose my mind. ☝️😃
Last movie: Hellraiser (1987). Watched it with my bf, because he's never seen it before, and I think it's a really character-driven movie. The dynamic between Julia and Frank is insane. I need to read Clive Barker's book still though...
Last series: The Pitt on HBO. I really enjoyed the first season, and totally forgot the second season was out already, so I caught up on the first two episodes! Pretty good so far, and I'm excited to see where it goes 😁
Salty or sweet: Both! I'm big and greedy and will eat just about anything.
Coffee or tea: COFFEE BAYBIEEE!!! 😜 I do like a lot of teas, but
Project you're working on:
No pressure tags: ... uhhh anyone that'd like to? I can't just pick 9 people, SORRY! 😖
WAIT THE WAY I JUST POSTED THIS WITHOUT FINISHING IT??? LMFAOOO 💀💀
Anyways, coffee because caffeine addiction, and I'm chugging away at queen p2, two last matchmaking asks, noise of water sobbing, and some other projects 😭🙏
Last book: This was a while ago because I haven't been disciplined with reading, but Anne Carson's Autobiography in Red, which is technically a collection of poems that reimagines the Greek myth of Geryon. It's so good, and Carson is one of my favorite poets and translators!
Last song: I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen. Been spamming this like crazy. It actually makes me lose my mind. ☝️😃
Last movie: Hellraiser (1987). Watched it with my bf, because he's never seen it before, and I think it's a really character-driven movie. The dynamic between Julia and Frank is insane. I need to read Clive Barker's book still though...
Last series: The Pitt on HBO. I really enjoyed the first season, and totally forgot the second season was out already, so I caught up on the first two episodes! Pretty good so far, and I'm excited to see where it goes 😁
Salty or sweet: Both! I'm big and greedy and will eat just about anything.
Coffee or tea: COFFEE BAYBIEEE!!! 😜 I do like a lot of teas, but
Project you're working on:
No pressure tags: ... uhhh anyone that'd like to? I can't just pick 9 people, SORRY! 😖
AAH IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!! I hope I am not late, and congratulations on 500 followers! Here's to more in the future!
I'm quite an expressive person! I am definitely a yapper when it comes to interests I like, but my social battery can run out fast. Half the time I feel like I have so much to say to everyone, and other times I just prefer to be silent and enjoy whatever they have to say. Some people mistake my silence as sadness, but I just tend to be very up and down energy-wise.
I am very big on acts of service! I am most likely undiagnosed AuDHD and as much as I yap, it's hard to express my genuine feelings. I find it easy to take care of those I Iove- this usually manifests in cleaning, chores, or quality time. I also draw my Artist friends' OCS or favorite characters to show appreciation. I am AFAB, but I tend to dress androgynously.
unfortunately am not the most desirable by Yautja standards. 💔 Throughout my life I have suffered through sickness which made me quite small. I'm built like a stick, and I can pass out if its just too hot or cold. :,) It's greatly affected how I live, and I have to put in immense physical effort for a lot of things. I would not want my S/O to be forced to take care of me- I've gotten this far and am too stubborn for any force of nature to stop me lmao. but at the same time, perhaps just acknowledge I have physical limits.
Once again congratulations and I love your blog sm (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Your match is...
Wolf
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When other Yautja see the two of you, most think you make a fairly odd pair: Usually because of your humanness, but also because Wolf, being the highly renowned Elite Enforcer and Cleaner he is, is drastically different from you. The tiny human he's aligned himself with so closely is often talkative, animated, and has energy that comes and goes like the tide. On the other hand, Wolf is steadfast like a glacier, dutiful, and strictly methodical in all he does; often favoring a level-head and tactfully reserving his strong emotions. And yet, you are the delightful little thing Wolf simply cannot get enough of.
Admittedly, he thinks you can be too loud for your own good. Sometimes, there are days when he thinks you've been the only one to say each and every word— Though that isn't a hard task to accomplish considering it's just you and him most often. It takes him some time to get used to such a chatty little thing, but it takes Wolf even longer to reconcile with your stretches of silence. He is already a quiet individual, so the days in which your battery runs low, he is sometimes stricken with how jarring the change can be. Luckily, this Yautja finds your company to be adequate, and he is easily satisfied with your presence alone.
He does not care that you are small or struggled with sickness; Wolf is old and wise enough to see past physical issues and acknowledge the value of mental and emotional fortitudes— After all, he is actually somewhat disabled, being blind in one eye and missing a mandible. If anything, he'll just try and bulk you up by feeding you good, rich food and secretly encouraging some strength building exercises. Wolf won't be flashy about it either, both because Yautja aren't known for being doting caretakers and because he knows you'd be upset if you felt coddled. He values your inner strength and steely resolve to do things yourself, even if it borders on stubbornness.
Besides, if there is ever a time you push yourself to the breaking point or your body simply tires, Wolf will be there to carry you the rest of the way. Yautja, despite being the pinnacles of health most of the time, are no stranger to injury, thus Wolf is abundantly familiar with healing too.
Yautja Prime is hot, and doubly humid. Even being inside Wolf's home, it is just the same as it would be outside given the wide, open spaces and general lack of windows. The meager clothing your wearing sticks to your body like cling wrap, even though you've started wearing lighter fabrics to avoid such a sensation! And not to mention, the sheer dampness in all your nooks and crannies is starting to drive you up the wall. Though the weird, fuzzy feeling creeping in the back of your skull gives you more pause.
But you can hold out. Wolf only needs to finish gathering supplies for the next hunt, and soon enough the Yautja and you will be off... On his equally hot and humid ship, but hopefully to a temperate planet. Hell, you'd even take an ice world at this point!
You take another long inhale through your nose, testing to see if not mouth-breathing and gaping like a fish is any better. It isn't, and if anything the wetness that accumulates in your nostrils almost makes you sneeze. The air just feels thick everywhere, like your wading through a cloud of fog. There has to be so much water in the air, you're surprised you can't see it. And, holy shit, you are scorching. You try to lean against the wall to see if it's any cooler, only to meet warm, grooved metal under your shoulder.
There's no way humans are built for this, you think upon the subtle burn in your lungs, which certainly can't be good, but you don't want to interrupt your partner with some minor complaint. Besides, you're health hasn't been stellar, so maybe it's just a You thing. As if summoned, Wolf reenters the room almost silently, opening a hatch in the wall adjacent to you. Dim red lights illuminate an array of weapons, and you watch through slightly blurry vision as he paws through, considering some, picking others. You can't focus on much.
"Wolf?" Even just saying his name feels like more effort than it should be, your own voice sounding as though its miles away from your body. Wolf turns to you, and in the brief second you manage to keep your eyes open, his expression turns concerned, his mandibles moving with clicks you just don't hear. Your head is swimming.
"I don't feel good." And then your world trickles away into an inky black nothingness, and the ground comes up to meet you...
When you wake, the first thing you notice is that you can breathe. As you take gulps of fresh, crisp air, you also notice you're nude (Great), and the lights are shockingly bright. The almost blinding whiteness has you shielding your eyes, and Wolf appears at your side not long after you move. He growls something in his native tongue, the clicks clearly not happy.
"Hurting. Didn't tell." The Yautja rasps, his eyes narrowed and the look in his seeing one is blisteringly mad. He kneels to be eye level with you, resting in a low squat that somewhat blocks out the harsh light. You hum, reaching to cup his face with your hand, tenderly stroking the mangled stump of his missing mandible with your thumb. Wolf can be mad at you all he wants if it means he still heeds your every whim.
"What room is this?" You ask, changing the subject to not really address the how and why you fainted— It's not like he doesn't know your sensitivity to the weather. It'd just be rehashing the same things over and over again. He allows you to grab his hand, watching your comparatively tiny fingers wrap around his. His meaty, clawed thumb brushes across your knuckles, his touch lighter than his massive frame would imply.
"Bath. Changed..." Wolf clicks, garbling the next word: "Aht-mo-supheer."
Atmosphere. You reply with a soft 'Ah' of recognition, finally noticing the soft, water noises of the bathing pool, the familiar designs in the wall. He'd put you in a corner where a vent blows cool wisps of air over you, and the light really altered your perception of the room. Normally, the bathroom is dim and wet, like an underground cave, just how Yautja like to bathe themselves. Now, Wolf has adjusted the room to what can only be somewhat torturous to him: An almost cold, somewhat sterile environment that's lit like a grocery store.
"Won't you dry out?" You tease, poking at the dark scales of Wolf's forearm, bare without his vambraces. Already, his normally very glossy, almost wet looking skin is beginning to appear somewhat ashen, like a film of matte varnish has been brushed over him. The Yautja merely huffs, locs getting tossed as he whips his head to the side, exasperated, and tugs his hand from your grasp as you stifle giggles.
"For you." He chitters, almost nonchalantly, the syllables low and rumbling deep in his chest. You purse your lips into a smile as Wolf stands, muttering some choice words in Yautja then addressing you in a less warm, tender tone, "Rest. Leave soon."
Though it's not like you planned on going anywhere— This is basically the first AC you've had in years.
However, Wolf is very unused to the reciprocity you seek to give him. You like acts of service, a trait that most Yautja do not have; and while it isn't because they are selfish, it's simply because they are expected to be incredibly independent and self-sufficient. You are generous and kind, so willing to give and do things for him. He likes that you enjoy work, keeping yourself busy, and having the discipline to maintain something of a clean, prim environment— Which makes living with you much easier! Your caring nature is endearing, in an odd way, and Wolf generally just chalks it up to humans being a (generally) very social, community-driven species. He's flattered that you tolerate him enough to consider him worthy of your time and effort, though he'll never confess that.
That fact is what draws Wolf to you even more, and soon you go from the curious little creature he keeps around to the little creature he is fascinated by. He's lived for many years and killed plenty of your kind, yet you are the first who has ever captured him in turn. Over time, you'll definitely notice how Wolf seeks to be near you at all times, how his protectiveness borders on possessiveness. Even on the rare occasions you and Wolf are around other Yautja, he is like your shadow; looming and growling at anyone who so much as looks at you wrong. Wolf gets into many challenges defending your honor, establishing very quickly with his clan that you are his. It's easily his way of showing you great affection.
Though, he isn't much more outwardly loving than that, even when he pursues you romantically. Wolf is too jaded and wizened to dally with more youthful forms of intimacy (No "unnecessary" petting, nuzzling, or cuddling from this guy— Sorry!), and he adheres himself so closely to the Yautja Codex that— even when he presents you mating gifts— it is very by-the-book. Wolf is a Yautja that highly values respect and integrity, so his commitment to you will be incredibly strong and in line with how Yautja social rules see the lifemate bond governed. Expect all of the proper Yautja male courtship and mating rituals; from Wolf displaying his strength, hunting capabilities, prowess, and intelligence in order to prove his worth to you.
Can I just say I love that you're doing this Yautja matchmaker thingy, this genuinely seems like so much fun! I hope I'm not super last minute, I know I'm like- doing this a day before it closes so sorry about that 😭
Im looking for a romantic/an or sexual partner, can be OC or Canon I have to gripes hehe 👀 I also don't have anything super specific in what I'm looking for, just a devout and protective Yautja.
🩷I think the attribute about me that a Yautja might not be very attracted to is I'm sensitive- but I just think there is such beauty in things like music, movies, animation, ect I can't help but get teary-eyed being able to experience human creativity and art OKAYYYY
🩷I LOVE spending time with my friends. I'm super social and definitely a big spender/gift giver when it comes to showing the people I care about how much I love them. Same with quality time. I could spend hours just talking with someone about their interests or our shared hobbies.
🩷A little about my hobbies is that I do art! Some writing, but I mostly do drawing and makeup! I'm also a goth so I like to do a lot of crazy makeup looks that get me some weird stares. [alt people unfortunately living in small conservative towns let me hear you 😔] I also like dancing and singing too! Am I any good at it?? Up for debate. But I'm having fun so 🤷♀️
Sorry if this is super long!! I hope you have a good evening, noon, or night wherever you are! 🩷🩷
@thecherrylady
Your match is...
Dek
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Ever the noble-hearted, Dek is a protector in every sense of the word. He is vigilant, loyal, and always ready to defend physically as the warrior he is. This Yautja often feels the need to prove himself, so he is constantly trying to better himself for his honor, his clan's, and most importantly: For you. Dek wants to be the one you trust and can rely on, the one at your beck and call. Years of training, trials, and tribulations have led to where he is now: Leader of a clan of his own, and he'd sooner damn himself than fail you in any way.
To Dek, you are the most special member of his clan. He'll deny picking favorites, but when pushed (especially by Thia), it's not hard to get him to admit his fondness for you. It... weirds him out. Not of you, of course, but just how disarmed and frazzled he gets because of how deeply he feels for you. He and his clan— and by extension, you— are constantly on the move, because there are not many places where such a ragtag team is tolerated for very long. This leads to a lot of time spent in small, close proximity which results in Dek's infatuation to only grow and grow over time. The closest relationship Dek can compare is his bond with Kwei, but even he is merely his brother while you are his partner. Companion. Lover. You teach Dek many words with foreign meanings. Yautja have love, but he prefers the way you describe it. He prefers the way you do things a lot.
Humans are strange, tiny prey creatures to a Yautja; even to Dek who is one of the smallest of his kin. It's a fact about his person that still somewhat bothers him, but he's assured in his behaviors and actions if it means he can still impress you. He knows that you don't judge him for his appearance, and secretly he is very thankful. Dek has insecurities that are deeply rooted, but he finds strength in your affirmations and caring nature. This Yautja is still somewhat antsy with how social and affable you are, but it's the same learning curve he had to overcome as he did with the chatterbox Thia. Dek can't get enough of your positive presence, and soon desires more of it. It helps that you're always willing to spend quality time with him too!
If there's one thing he is extremely interested in, it would be your makeup. Yautja sometimes "paint" themselves, but usually such markings are reserved for rituals or celebrations, and are often clan-specific. His clan doesn't partake in that particular practice, so he is doubly amazed to see what intricate patterns and colors you'll adorn yourself with any given day. Ask, and Dek will also do his best to get you new pigments, dyes, and tools should you run low— He is incredibly resourceful after all. He is selfless to a fault, so your propensity to give back is unheard of to him, but Dek quickly learns to accept and even appreciate all the small things you do and give him.
You're a sensitive soul, something that Dek is confused by but also strangely relates to. It's a trait that separates you from most, and like your style makes you alternative in more ways than one. He thinks it's weird that you connect so deeply with things that don't really concern you ("Why are you leaking water at these images?"), but it does charm him. You wear your heart on your sleeve, which Dek should logically think of as a weakness, but he knows he can protect it. Where you are soft, Dek will be hard. Where you are needy, Dek will provide. He is incredibly considerate, which if you tease him enough over, he'll show you just how willing he is to please...
Dek is far more reserved than you, opting to focus on the hunt or other daily tasks as opposed to letting time pass without getting things done. He likes to be busy and productive, and doesn't like stagnating or menial activities... Until, of course, you start to rub off on him. You like your leisure, and while Dek doesn't understand the shows you watch nor the music you listen to, he's more than eager to join you. He even entertains your desire to, well, entertain him with song and dance (two artforms Yautja don't really do). Keeping you happy and content is his life's mission, as any good, respectable Yautja male would for their lifemate.
Speaking of, when Dek pursued you, it was sudden and almost overwhelming. He'd spent many cycles hesitating and skirting the edge, but when his mind was made up, he just did it. Almost overnight, you find yourself with a vast collection of skulls and pelts that seemingly appeared out of thin air. Dek won't ever admit the lengths he went to retrieve all the mating gifts he did, but the exertion definitely shows. He's clever and smart, and he certainly has his ways. Moreover, Dek is suddenly very physically affectionate with you, and more receptive to your advances as well. It's like a switch was flipped in his biology, something ancient and primal that fills him with a need to please, to serve...
Dek's body is a furnace against your back, his thick arms wrapped tight around your middle like a pair of iron brands. You sigh contently when his lower mandibles brush your hair, reveling in the deep clicks that resound in his chest. His breathing is even, slow, and you know if you were to wiggle in his grasp, his face would be uncharacteristically lax.
Normally, you do not wake before him. Dek isn't a heavy sleeper nor do Yautja require as much sleep as humans. Often, he wakes before the dawn, but today you've beat him to the punch. Around you, the desert-like planet is still and quiet, masked under the purple gloaming. Though this world had been seldom awash with activity regardless, most worthy creatures far away in the more secluded areas. No particular reason or person woke you— Thia is powered down, Bud disappeared into the dunes two days ago— Sleep simply receded from your grasp.
You sigh again, hands drifting up the furs of your shared nest to rest over his large paws. On your side, one of his arms is beneath you, his palm facing up. Carefully as to not disturb him, you lace your fingers with Dek's, smiling into the pelt below you when he unconsciously grasps you. His grip is tight but not punishing, and your hand is swallowed by his, a heavy, familiar weight. Dek hadn't always been this... affectionate? Intimate? There's words you want to use but aren't sure if you can ascribe to the Yautja. They don't fit, at least not fully.
Behind you, Dek emits a low groan, his breath hot on the back of your head and tossing the more wispy strands of your hair. His arms squeeze you as he begins to stir, the hand that holds yours adjusting just so as to slot perfectly with yours.
"Easy, big guy." You murmur, shifting when his grip gets a little too
The Yautja's stare burns into the back of your skull, and he clicks something of an apology, his hold loosening. It's enough to allow you to roll over, scootching your body just enough to align yourself with him at eyelevel. Dek is massive compared to you; muscled like the most toned athlete, bulky like a powerlifter. His amber eyes are still dewy with sleep, but the longer you stare into them, the more awareness sharpens his gaze.
"Why are you up so early?" The ruddy-skinned Yautja asks, his mandibles clicking, and he glides one hand up to brush his knuckles against your cheek— The most tender he's ever been with you. You shrug, best you can laying down, and reply, "Just am."
Dek sits up, the pelt slung over him falling to his lap. He growls and clicks as he cracks the bones of his neck, his spine. You marvel at the sheer breadth of the Yautja, his matte scales dry from the heat, his long, tubular hair an inky mass in the darkness. You hadn't realized for a while that in dim or no light, Dek's eyes glow.
"Good morning." You whisper, as an afterthought, and Dek grunts again in response, already driven to his purpose on this planet. He always wakes with resolve, and given how his mandibles flex and shoulders roll: He's ready to start the day. It'll be the same as yesterday, most likely; long hours of tracking, trapping, and killing prey, rebounding at camp to note gathered resources, going out again. Today may even be occupied with wrangling Bud back— If you can find her.
Just as he's about to rise, your hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. Dek pauses, looking down at you with a curious expression. You feel almost silly under his heavy-browed, scrutinous look; like a child about to ask a dumb question.
"Stay? Just for the sunrise?" You ask, and Dek glances to the magenta horizon— No doubt mapping the locations of prey, itching for the action and thrill— and then he casts a look over at Thia, who is still unconscious. For a moment, you think that despite sharing your bed (and more), Dek will leave regardless. The Yautja makes up his mind with yet another grunt.
Dek lays back down beside you, above the pelts this time, but he offers an arm to you, your head finding the new pillow that is his bicep. The sunrise isn't even the best part.
