#dek x reader

[multific]

Bloodline of Stone and Star

Warnings: 18+!!! No Minors! Pregnant with an alien, slight mention of possible smut, pregnancy themes, Dek is aged up here

Summary: When you and Dek decide to have a child, the choice awakens something ancient and instinctive in him.

You choose the moment carefully.

Not after a hunt. Not after the council. Not in the heat of want.

You wait until the world is quiet, until the fire has burned low and the night wind moves silently through the stone archways of your shared home.

Dek sits across from you, sharpening one of his blades with slow, methodical strokes.

He looks up the moment you stare at him for too long.

“What weighs on you?” he asks.

“I want a child.” you admit with confidence.

The blade stills.

He does not speak at first.

In Yautja culture, children are not accidents of passion.

They are legacy. They are strength.

“You are certain,” he says quietly.

“Yes.”

He watches you carefully, searching for doubt. You offer him none. You have thought about this for cycles. You know what it means to carry something that is not fully human.

You know the risks.

Still, you want it.

You want him in every way a mate can.

Dek rises slowly and comes to stand before you. He does not touch you. He lowers his head until your foreheads nearly brush.

“You understand what this will demand of you,” he says.

“Yes.”

“And of me.”

“You would never fail us.”

He presses his forehead to yours, sealing the decision.

“Then we will try.”

From that night forward, something primal settles in him.

Yautja are not creatures of idle patience. They are decisive, instinctive. Once a goal is chosen, it is pursued with unwavering focus.

He does not leave you alone for long.

He becomes attentive in ways that make heat gather low in your stomach. The intimacy between you is deliberate, not hurried, not careless.

He handles you as though you are already precious beyond measure.

He stays close, his palm resting flat against your lower belly as if he can will life into being.

You tease him gently one evening.

“It does not happen in a single breath.”

He narrows his eyes slightly.

“I am aware.”

“You do not look aware.”

His mandibles twitch faintly, the closest thing to amusement. But he does not remove his hand from you.

The waiting begins.

He tracks your cycles with frightening precision. He monitors what you eat. He insists you sleep longer. He refuses to allow unnecessary strain. Even before there is any proof, he behaves as if you are already carrying something fragile.

You are not even pregnant yet.

Still, he keeps others away when you rest.

One afternoon, a hunter approaches your doorway to speak with Dek. Dek steps outside instead, blocking entry entirely.

“She rests,” he says flatly.

The hunter glances past him.

“She walks the training grounds daily.”

“She rests now.”

The message is clear.

Inside, you try not to laugh.

When you confront him about it, he does not apologise.

“You are not fragile, but if life begins within you, I will not risk it.”

“It may not even happen this cycle,” you remind him.

“It will,” he says, as if it is something he can command.

But cycles pass.

Nothing changes.

You remain patient. He does not.

At night, he grows quieter. More intense. His hand lingers on your stomach as if searching for something that is not there. Once, you wake to find him awake, staring at you.

“What troubles you?” you murmur sleepily.

He hesitates before answering.

“You are human.”

You understand immediately.

“You fear I cannot carry your child.”

“I fear the strain on your body,” he corrects, though it is the same thing.

You turn toward him fully and place your hand over his, where it rests on your belly.

“I am stronger than you think.”

His gaze softens slightly.

“I know.”

He leans down and presses his forehead to your abdomen, a gesture intimate and instinctive. He stays there longer than usual.

The next cycle, everything changes.

You notice it first. A heaviness. A fatigue deeper than usual. A strange warmth low in your body.

Dek notices the moment your routine changes.

“You are tired,” he observes sharply.

“Yes, more than usual.”

He does not wait.

He escorts you to the healer personally, remaining at your side like a silent guardian. The elder female studies you, listens to your pulse, and rests her palm against your stomach.

There is a long pause.

Then she nods.

“It has taken.”

Dek goes completely still.

For a heartbeat, you think he has not understood.

Then his hand tightens around yours.

“Certain?” he asks.

“Certain,” the healer replies. “Strong pulse. Strong development.”

His gaze drops to your belly as if he can see through skin and muscle. Awe flickers there. But it is quickly swallowed by something else.

Protection.

From that moment, the world narrows.

Only trusted females are permitted inside your home. Only the healer may examine you. No hunters cross the threshold.

He personally brings you food.

The finest portions from his hunts. Fresh water he filters himself. He watches you eat, as if nourishment is something sacred now.

When you protest that you can walk on your own, he allows it only within sight of him.

When you grow tired, he guides you back to rest.

You are not even visibly showing yet, but he behaves as though you carry the future of the clan inside you.

At night, he removes his armour earlier than usual and lies beside you, one large hand spanning your lower abdomen. His thumb traces slow patterns across your skin.

“You will tire more,” he tells you one evening.

“I know.”

“You will feel pain.”

“I know.”

His gaze lifts to yours. There is fear there now. Real and raw.

“I will not allow harm to come to you.”

“You cannot control everything,” you say gently.

“I can try.”

Weeks pass.

Your belly begins to round subtly.

He notices before you do.

“You are changing,” he says one morning, his hand resting against you.

“So are you,” you reply.

He studies your body with something approaching reverence.

Your skin seems warmer. Your cheeks are fuller. Your hair catches the light differently.

Yautja do not select mates based on beauty. Strength is valued. Compatibility. Endurance.

Yet pregnancy does something unexpected to you.

You glow.

Your smiles come more easily. Your laughter is softer. Your eyes are brighter.

He watches you move more slowly now, conserving energy, one hand often resting instinctively over your stomach.

“You are… radiant,” he says one evening, as if the word is foreign.

You laugh.

“Radiant?”

“Yes.”

You reach for his hand and place it against the curve of your growing belly.

“This is your doing.”

“No. This is yours.”

Your fatigue deepens as the months pass. Climbing steps requires pauses. Sleep comes heavily.

He adjusts without complaint. He lifts you when you are too tired to argue. He rearranges bedding for comfort. He replaces rough fabrics with the softest silks he can get.

He sleeps lightly now.

Often, you wake in the night to find him watching you.

“You should sleep,” you whisper once.

“I do.”

“You are awake.”

“I rest differently.”

His fingers trace your cheek, then drift down to your stomach. Always your stomach.

One night, as rain taps against the stone walls and the air smells clean and sharp, you feel it.

A flutter.

You inhale sharply.

Dek stiffens instantly.

“Pain?”

“No,” you breathe. You take his hand quickly and press it firmly against your belly. “Wait.”

He stills completely.

There.

A small, undeniable movement beneath his palm.

His eyes widen.

Again.

A move. A gentle push.

He makes a low sound in his chest that you have never heard before.

“It moves,” he says, voice barely audible.

“Yes.”

He lowers himself slowly until his forehead rests against your stomach. His hand spreads wide as if to shield what he feels.

“You are strong,” he murmurs, whether to you or the child you do not know.

Tears sting unexpectedly in your eyes.

He remains there for a long time, listening to movements he cannot hear but can feel. His thumb strokes your skin in slow, protective arcs.

In that moment, he is not the hunter who killed his father. Not the leader burdened by expectation.

He is simply a mate.

And soon, a father.

When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are different.

Softer.

Certain.

“I will protect you. Both of you. With everything I am.”

You cup his face gently.

“I know.”

Beneath his steady hand and watchful presence, something new grows.

Not just life.

Hope.

And a future.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

[chxoticnora]

Being Dek’s sparring partner would include…

Another silly little idea because I got sick and can’t work on my other projects. Enjoy!

... this probably being his father's idea: Njohrr captured you a while ago, but instead of keeping you as a trophy he thought you could be more useful as a punching bag. You couldn't be worse than his weakest son, anyway.

... you being a skilled fighter, which Dek would've never guessed – you were a human trained by a Weyland-Yutani's special force. You weren't as efficient and strong as a synthetic, but the corporation deemed you above average. And so did Dek.

... this leading Dek to build resentment and frustration towards himself, since defeating you was always quite the challenge: if he couldn't take over you, how would his father expect him to earn his place in the clan?

... Dek sometimes hitting you harder or injuring you more severely than he meant, so Kwei had to intervene to divide the two of you and patching you up afterwards.

... you hearing Kwei scold his little brother afterwards, when they thought you weren't there.

... you noticing the struggle in Dek's eyes everytime you sparred together: to him, he wasn't fighting, nor training – he was trying, day after day, to convince himself he was worthy enough.

... after some time, you proposing Dek to help him instead of fighting each other. He wasn't interested at first, but after seeing you and Kwei fighting so flawlessly he got intrigued and decided to give it a try.

... him learning quicker than you thought: not because of his adaptability, but because of his determination. And you admired that.

... Dek blaming himself when harder moves weren't perfect at the first try, so you always reminded him that mastering a skill required time, patience and mistakes – «You don't need to blame yourself, Dek.»

... you noticing Kwei watching over the two of you from a distance, especially over Dek: he was proud of his little brother, no matter what. And he would always thank you for teaching Dek to be a better fighter.

[gothicdolores]

Like You’ve Nothing Left to Prove

A Dek x Reader Fanfic

Rating: E (18+)

GIF by @riverspider the way you captured his eyes is so captivating but if you'd like i'll take it down🙏🏼

Word Count: 7088

You made a quiet living as a botanist and holistic healer, going from spaceport to spaceport selling your potions and home remedies to tired cosmonauts galaxy-wide.

One day, while cultivating in an unassuming planet, you come across a being in need of your skills. You saved him - and in turn, he has decided to put his life on the line in order to give you a place among his people.

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It was bad enough that Dek was at the bottom of his clan’s food-chain.

It was worse when he came home with you.

Botany was rarely a physically exciting profession. Not in the sense that going out on the field didn’t have it’s share of dangers and trials, but they did not often entail rescuing hardened alien warriors from certain death and getting roped into their violent culture just because you couldn’t bare to see someone – even someone Other – die when you could use your knowledge to prevent it.

It had been entirely by accident.

You were collecting specimens, half in safari mode because the planet you were stationed on was so damn beautiful that you’d find yourself stopping every once in a while to appreciate the view. But of course, the local flora being part of that charm led you right back to the task at hand.

You were a small-time herbalist. You peddled natural remedies to tired cosmonauts who were sick of pre-packaged and standardized galactic aid kits. People who wanted the feel of home-remedies again. To hang calendula in their cockpits and smell lemon balm instead of sterilized cleaning products.

You made a living in your small ship and your quiet life. Always meeting new people. Discovering new things. So, it came as something of a shock to you when you tripped on the underbrush during one of your excavations and found that it hadn’t, in fact, been underbrush.

It had been a badly injured and bleeding out Yautja.

You were useful, in Dek’s clan.

You might’ve been more useful than he was, truthfully. Having proven your skills by simple merit of not letting one of their own die in the mud out of the kindness of your heart. And not just any someone. One of the Clan Leader’s sons.

It had taken quite some time between the language barrier and being intimidated by the sheer numbers of them crowding you, demanding your services, for you to actually get caught up with the gossip of it all.

Dek was a runt. His skills constantly questioned, though he tried hard enough to that you, if no one else, was impressed by his sheer resilience. He was considered particularly ugly, even among their kind (though you’d never dare call any one of your forced clan members unsightly to their faces) and most of all –

Being the son of the Clan Leader made all his failures worse than if he’d just been a regular, ordinary citizen of the clan.

Granted. He might’ve not even lived this long had he been a regular, ordinary citizen of the clan.

Their leader was seen as something of a strange one, for keeping this one around while his brother excelled and cast a shadow so wide that it was obvious who would be the heir and who would definitely NOT be the spare. Was it softness that spurred the clan leader to this decision? Some hidden affection? At times it didn’t seem like it – he was often as embarrassed and annoyed by Dek’s mere existence as anyone else was.

But he remained, even so. Working hard to earn his keep and his place.

Which is probably why you two started getting along so well.

Dek had been the Yautja you nursed back to health. He had been the one to drag you to his ships extraction point after the fact – a way to thank you for using your skills to save his technically worthless life. The way he’d told you was shocking, as if it were an every day occurrence that barely bothered him.

So, when his father had stormed down the descending ship demanding to know what the hell had happened this time he’d nearly doubled over when he found his least-favored son holding up your arm in his admittedly strong grip.

Just because he was shorter than average didn’t mean he didn’t possess some incredible Yautja strength.

“Healer,” Dek had said, almost protectively stepping forward as you stared at his father with wide eyes.

The clan leader had nearly rolled his eyes, but not before rebuffing his son with a knock in the head.

So, you became a healer.

The concessions that the Clan Leader made for his unfavorite son were always something to gab about, within the clan. Your boss, or mentor, was a particular type of hen who always had something to say about everyone – but especially Dek.

“Slow,” Mekdah would say, teaching you the right mixtures to use to make a salve for pulled muscles, “And makes many mistakes, even after multiple tries.”

“Me?” you say, almost playfully, smashing a few leaves into a paste. Mekdah was old, and a bit of a curmudgeon, but she reminded you of a school Marm. Funny in the most unintentional ways.

“Not good for you,” she said, taking your wrist and making you apply more pressure. This stuff was time sensitive, according to her, “His brother, better.”

Well, you didn’t really like his brother. Not for any one particular reason. He was impressive enough. Admirable, even. And he and still called you “human” in passing, though he knew your name, but he always said it in such a way that it felt like teasing. Your fragile human sensibilities likely made you more guarded around him than you maybe ought to have been.

But you couldn't help it. And thankfully, Dek didn't really hold it against you. Rather selfishly perhaps liked the idea that you preferred him to such an extent that his normally charismatic and much more sought-after brother was nothing but a footnote in your busy life.

You know why your mentor preferred him. Mekdah helped bring him into this world, and so she was in charge of all of his ailments going forward, few and far in between as they were. Such bias was almost maternal, and you couldn't exactly fault her for that.

In any case, you were her assistant. So that made you important to the clan. Helpful. Many members liked the novelty of seeing you work on their ills or their wounds. You were great with the clan children. Small enough to handle their minor injuries – not quite strong enough to handle them being rowdy when they didn’t want a check up. But that’s why you invented a Yautja-like lollipop. Syrup from local tree bark that promoted blood flow and made them docile.

Being a Healer meant you had better options than the wayward son of the Clan Leader.

But you didn’t want anyone else.

Continue: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67958186

[pyode-luar-ke]

a very good morning | dek x reader

A/N: Okay, all the mini drabbles I've been doing for the matchmaking event has caused brainworms to take hold, and this got spat out 😖 I will admit, Dek has grown on me... please enjoy 😈

summary: Dek returns the favor.

word count: 2,118

content: 18+, NSFT, pwp, afab!reader, reader is implied to be plus size, established relationship, breeding kink, implied Kwei x Reader

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Dek wakes to his body alight with hot pleasure. Bursts of it spread through his whole body via slow, rhythmic glides up and down his cock. It tightens his core, his member bobbing in the soft snare that holds it captive.

He groans, angling his head just enough to see the cause of his body's debauchery.

You have perched yourself over his thigh, your hips undulating shamelessly and the space between your legs damp on his bare skin. His cock is firmly in your hand, resting against your forearm like a thick, hot log. It's nearly the width of your limb, and Dek groans again— Both at the thought of how it fits inside you, and because you squeeze his length when you notice he's awake.

"Good morning." You speak, voice a low murmur, words crackling through the translator. In spite of the sleepiness still in his mind, he recognizes your expression as your coquettish one: heady stare through heavy-lidded eyes, plush lips pulled into the inkling of a smile, a devious demeanor. Clearly, you had woken before him with mischief in mind.

"Very good." Dek replies, hissing when the pace of your tender hand quickens. He's close, unreasonably so, and as much as he'd like to see his spend spattered across your bare breasts, he'd much rather his seed take in the tight heat of your cunt. He snarls, finding strength in his jellied limbs and trembling body to sit up and flipping you so that he can mount you instead. His cock falls from your hand, swinging between his legs like a pendulum, and he puffs with pride at how you ogle it. A few drops of his pre fall on your soft belly, a Dek shivers when you use a single finger to smear it across your skin.

Your expression is likewise playful.

"Vexatious creature." He growls, curling over you like a lion protective of his prey. Your tiny, oomani-di body is flush beneath him, and he can smell your arousal and feel your sweat on his scales. Yautja do not perspirate— At least not like oomans— but he's grown to desire the glossy sheen on you, especially amidst the throes of pleasure. It was a good signifier of your imminent release, that the knot in your belly was close to snapping.

Dek grabs your desperately thrusting hips with both hands, spreading them across your too soft skin. His tusks vibrate with pleasure, and once again he finds himself overcome with the give of your flesh, the plush fat oozing between his fingers. Yautja females are often thick with hard, corded muscle like their male counterparts, but you are curvy, giving, and unfathomably soft. Much of your weight you carry in your lower half, which Dek delights in. He'd been very confused at your previous insistence that you weren't desirable; baffled that you found shame in the belly you sported, and the hips he loved to squeeze, lick, and nip.

Not to mention the ass he liked to bounce on his cock...

Dek, losing himself briefly, can't help but reach for one of your wonderfully full breasts as well, fondling the boob flesh in his palm. He rolls it, whickering happily when his attentions to your pert nipple has you crying out. You writhe under him, hands pushing and pulling, casting him away and drawing him near. Dek likes the little fight, knowing it is like play and that you like when he dominates you. Oomans are strange creatures, he concedes.

You whimper so delightfully he gifts you with a harsh, firm roll of his hips. His cock drags over your cunt, the tapered, spongy tip prodding at the sensitive nub he'd learned drives you to ruin with special attention. A strangled noise passes your odd lips, and it takes everything in Dek not to seize your vulnerable neck with his jaws and gift you a crushing mating bite. You are not nearly as sturdy as a Yautja female, and the last time he marked you without warning, you'd wept. He had frightened you, the sour scent of your fear replacing all of your sweetness.

A very poor, shameful memory for him, and Dek would rather not dishonor himself the same way again. Instead, he leans in, pressing the flat of his tongue on your sternum and licking across your neglected breast. You cry his name when he circles your nipple, and again when he begins to rock his hips against yours. He parts your labia, the beginnings of your release sticky on the ridges of his cock, but he refrains from pushing himself in.

"I wanted—" Another punch of his hips. "... to—unh!—" Dek's tusks graze down your breast, your torso, he nibbles on your tender belly. "... surprise you!"

Your voice practically squeals with the final word as Dek finally allows the head of his cock to just barely squeeze into your hole. His hands glide down your flanks to hook under your knees, and Dek pulls just enough so that your hips are situated level with his. He has you half up, half down, fully reliant on him and his strength— It's a position he knows you favor; both as a way for him to get the best angle to pound into you, and for him to show you are not "too heavy" for him. Dek stares down at the sopping wet cunt he's about to take, then to your face.

He seeks your permission, knowing his cock is much too big for you, but that you always want him anyways.

"Please," You sob, your stare lustful and bleary and needy, "Please, Dek."

What more permission does he need? Dek's chuffs turn to snarling turns to roars as he pushes himself into you. Inch by inch, ridge by ridge, your cunt is a forgiving, voracious maw he wishes to feed himself too. You are so impossibly warm, tight— Black spots dance in Dek's vision when your body naturally clenches around him, like your cunt intends on sucking his spirit out through his cock. Dek pants, steeling himself. The first time he'd penetrated you, he had cum prematurely, overwhelmed by your slick heat and the squeeze.

Kwei had teased him relentlessly. It's forever held above his head that he hadn't done the same when it was his first time with you. No matter, his elder brother isn't here now.

"Pauk." Dek curses when his tip meets the gummy ring of your cervix. He has fully stuffed you, still a good inch or two from bottoming out himself, but you are a mess. A vision of unbridled, wanton desire, you reach your shaking arms up to him and Dek obliges your silent command: Let me touch you. Let me hold you.

As he draws himself near, your delicate hands and nimble fingers lace around bunches of his locs. His scalp tingles as you tug, guiding his face down and closer to yours. At this distance, he can hear the thrum of your heartbeat frantic and racing like a bird in a cage. Your eyes are barely open, but they read more unspoken words: Kiss me. Ravish me.

Dek drops his mandibles, parting them from over his inner mouth and sighing as you go in. His eyes shut as your lips kiss along his chin, traveling up in wet pecks to the space between his upper fangs. Your tongue swirls with his when he extends it, and soon his is exploring your own mouth. As his flexible, forked muscle teases your throat, Dek begins to thrust.

You gasp and moan around his tongue, into his mouth as the Yautja's cock glides from your hole then pushes back in. Each movement is velvety, slick, and forgiving like Dek is running his palm down the pelt of a water beast. The wet squelch of your tiny cunt being exerted is music to his ears. He spears you again and again on his cock, mind practically going blank from the sensation. He had heard tales of Yautja hunters being ensnared and bewitched by the snat of an oomani-di, but Dek hadn't believed it until it happened to him.

Too giving. Too soft. Pyode. Pauk-de— He can't think of any other word. Pyode.

Dek's hips piston faster as his mind begins to race with more and more pressing thoughts. He is chasing that gratifying high, all the dulcet noises you make bringing him closer and closer to releasing his spend. The bounce of your ass on his lap, the jiggle of your thighs and belly send his mind reeling— What if his seed took? What if he turned that plush, fat stomach of yours into a firm swell of his spawn in your womb?

Maybe just one, to start. Or two if Paya is gracious. Oomani-di are surprisingly capable of carrying Yautja pups; it has happened plenty of times before. Still somewhat taboo, but becoming more tolerated by certain clans where more and more hybrids are popping up.

Dek pulls away from your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. His spit is glossy on your lips and chin.

"Want..." Dek starts, but his voice fails as he falls deeper and deeper into pleasure. He can't focus on anything else besides pounding into your cunt with abandon, trying to stave off his release so that he may indulge as long as possible. He knows he's close, his cock pulses with his heartbeats and his heavy sac feels as though it is tightening.

"W-Want?" Your voice is punched out, breathy, and Dek comes to the startling realization that you had cum once already. Suddenly, he is very aware of the splash of wetness on his thighs that drips and soaks into the furs of the nest below. Dek's mind is barely within him. The beefy muscles of his arms tremble, his paws constricting around the crooks of your knees. It enthralls him more. He wants more. Something primal and inherent keeps needling at his thoughts. Dek allows his body full reign.

"Pups." He hisses, and bends you more so that he is almost thrusting down, practically folding you in half. Your hands drop in surprise, falling from his locs to grip the pelts above your head. A wailing, broken type of sob escapes you, and if Dek weren't more privy to each and every of your peculiar ooman behaviors, he'd think you are in pain. But there is a wild, hungry look on your face, and more so there is a yearning one.

Children hadn't come up in conversation yet, between the two of you. Kwei had mentioned you weren't put off by the subject, but Dek hadn't gotten around to asking you himself. Plenty of gifts between the two of them line the walls of your quarters and fill your nest, so they have more than proven themselves as competent and capable potential sires.

"Yes, Dek, yes!" You moan, and it is more affirmation than Dek ever thought he'd need. It fills him with so much warmth and pride that with a final slam of his hips he lets go. With a roar, the red Yautja spills into you, a hot jet of his cum shooting deep inside you. It's warm and thick, flooding the gummy nodes of your cervix and Dek dutifully pumps his hips a few more times, stuttering only slightly. The stream trickles down to sputters, his spend spurting from his throbbing tip. He feels like he is made of mist, his body trembling from being brought to such a high.

As he comes down from his climax, Dek purrs as he once again notices you have orgasmed in turn. You are a trembling, sticky mess, your body overheated and breathing almost erratic. Dek's cock is still hard and nestled deep within you, but he knows you'll need a break before he can take you again.

"Oh Dek..." You sigh, nuzzling the side of your face into the nest. Your eyes are closed, and he whickers in amusement, leaning in to brush his mandibles to your cheek. He chuffs when you turn your head back, pressing your forehead to his.

"I told Kwei he's allowed to give me as many babies as he wants." You say, and Dek's chest erupts in rumbling, deep growls. Your tone is leading, and he bristles with anticipation at what you are going to say next. Years of training and kv'var have led to a moment like this, and all Yautja males fight and claw for this exact chance. His cock jumps inside you, pushing against the oppressive grip of your cunt. You whimper again, though gather yourself as much as possible to whisper:

"Dek... give me as many babies as you want."

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yautja translations

kv'var → hunt/s ooman / oomani-di → human / human female Paya → Yautja creation warrior goddess pauk → fuck pauk-de → fucking, fucker pyode → soft

[plutoniumwritten]

You Look Lonely, I Can Fix That

Dek x Fem!Reader

TW- Smut, aphrodisiac intoxication, p in v, spit, choking, reader works on a brothel, pussy eating, cream pie, cursing, fingering. Let me know if I missed anything pls

MDNI NOT FOR MINORS- Everyone else enjoy! 

“What is this place?” Dek asked as they landed. 

Kwei wanted to cheer his brother up after Father had spent the last three days degrading him. He felt bad for his younger brother, so he decided the two would take a trip to his favorite planet, A’Veroh. 

“A secret paradise,” Kwei answers, piloting the ship to the ground. “You will enjoy.” Dek takes a look out the window. They’re in the desert, a lone building surrounded by other Yautja ships. “We will leave our weapons on the ship.” Kwei takes off his cloak, knife and sword, placing them onto the weapon wall. “It’s safe brother, trust me.” 

Dek is still confused, giving his brother a look, but follows his brother, removing the weapons. The two walk off the ship, Dek noticing how his brother’s attitude changes at the sight of the building. “You haven’t told me where we are.” 

“It is a surprise.” The doors automatically slide open and there, behind the glass door is a male Yautja, taller than Kwei, eating a piece of meat. Kwei walks up to the glass, and knocks three times. The Yautja presses a button on his wrist gauntlet. A flash of blue light, the two brothers are scanned. Dek looks to Kwei who in turn just nods. 

When the scanning is finished, a secret door on the wall is opened, “Come.” Kwei tugs on his brother's arm. Dek would never have guessed what laid behind the door. 

Yautjas, female and male, some naked, some clothed, all engaged in some sort of sin. But who they were doing it with surprised Dek the most. 

It was women. Human women, all races and sizes, some sitting on the laps of Yautja, some giving oral, some receiving, others being fucked. There was a female Yautja fingering a red headed woman, the woman moaning loudly with a smile on her face. Two more women, one sitting on the lap of a Yautja male licking his face, the other sucking on his cock.  

In the middle of the room, an asian woman dancing on a pole, Yaujtas surrounding on  couches watching her. 

All the women in the room….naked. 

“I told you you’d enjoy it.” Kwei brings him out of his stupor. Another naked woman, this one with short pink buzzed hair walks up to them, a tray in her hands, offering C’ntlip. Kwei takes  “You can pick who you want, they’ll do anything.” Kwei gropes the woman’s breast and she smiles at him, her eyes shining like gold. Wait, not like gold, they are gold. 

Kwei takes two cups and hands one to Dek. The woman turns around and pauses, looking back at Kwei. He huffs in amusement and slaps her on the ass, she walks away with a grin. “Welcome to paradise, Dek. Drink, pick and fuck.”

Kwei downs his drink and tosses the cup to the floor. Dek watches as his brother walks around the women, eventually stopping in front a black chubby woman sitting on the couch playing with herself,  a smile on her face as he opens a hand towards her, she stands and he effortlessly  hauls her over his shoulder. Kwei nods to his brother, the woman giggling as they enter into a private room. 

Dek is almost anxious, so he heads to a corner of the massive room, and finds an empty bench. The Yautja sits, watching the scene. He doesn’t know how to approach the human women, nor does he know how to please them. 

He doesn't even know his type. Short or tall? Skinny or chubby? Black or white? He huffs, already hearing Father’s voice in his head. ‘Pathetic, weak. Can't even pick a whore.” Dek clenches his fists, he knows how stupid he looks, sitting in the corner or the room alone, watching everyone get off. He hangs his head, deciding to just wait there until Kwei is finished with his woman. 

Dek is so deep in thought he doesn’t hear the soft feet walking up to him until they're in view. They’re painted, a deep blood like color. Dek lifts his head to  look at her, his eyes slowly trailing up her body. Smooth, strawberry legs, a scar on her left knee. Her thighs wearing two colored garters with bows on them. In between her legs, full bush, neat, tamed. A small belly, beautiful breasts, her nipples hard, begging to be sucked on. He gets to her face, her eyes gold, shining at him. A smile on her lips, she speaks. 

“Hello.” Her voice, something about it makes his cock jump. He wants to hear more. Wait, this human… he can understand her? She speaks Yautja?  “You pick things up after a while, Honey.” She reads his mind. 

The yautja women are larger and  stronger than the males, so they would be handled roughly when it came to fucking. But these creatures, he can tell they’re soft, easily bruised and broken, needing to be handled with care, with gentleness. He likes that. The size of her hands compared to his, makes him feel so powerful, so dominant. “What’s your name?” 

“Dek.” She gives him her name in return, then cocks her head to the side. “Why are you here?” He asks her. He doesn't notice the gold mist coming from the vents. He does notice her eyes shining brighter. The woman slowly climbs into his lap, he doesn’t even try to stop her. 

“You look lonely, I can fix that.” She leans in carefully, as to not spook him, and licks a strip up his mandible. She looks into his eyes. “Do you want that? Do you want me?” He takes a deep breath, breathing in the aphrodisiac. His cock fully hard. He nods, and she dives tongue first to his neck, sucking and licking onto him. He groans loudly, the effects and pleasure already clouding his mind. He opens his eyes, remembering he’s in a public area, others surrounding the two. Not like they care, but he doesn’t want to do anything out in the open. 

“Can we go….. somewhere private?” 

She brings her face up to him. “See those doors?” She points to the ones behind her. “We can go in there, they should be empty.” He grabs onto her thighs and stands, her legs wrapping around his waist. He takes long even strides, rushing to get inside the room. Another wave of gold love potion. “No need to rush honey, we have all the time in the world.” Her sexy voice makes him hold her tighter. The gorgeous pair finally entering the space, a bed in the middle of the room. 

Dek tosses her onto the bed, she landing with a giggle. She picks herself up, leaning on her elbows. They take the moment to truly look at each other. She, composed, used to the lustful feeling. She can feel how wet she is from the sight of him alone. He, damn near feral, chest heaving, looming over her, saliva drooling from his mouth.

 It happens with all newcomers.

“How do you want me to take care of that? She nods towards his still manhood. “I’ll do anything you want, baby, I promise.” The confession makes him growl. “Tell me, tell me.” He drops down to his knees, gathers her legs into his hands, pushing her thighs up to her chest. No orders, no words, just grunts and growls from the yautja. He keeps one hand on the back of her thighs pinning them to her chest, the other hand spreading her pussy open. She’s soaking wet, dripping onto his claws. He’s careful, doesn’t want to scratch the delicate thing. 

He spreads his mandibles open, his tongue lapping at her, sucking her for everything she’s got. His tongue is long, it curling inside of her over and over, drinking her down. Her screams and whines spur him on,  her own hands grasping at the sheets. The force of him eating her out like he’s been starved, god it tells her he’s not doing this for her pleasure, his entire mouth engulfing her pussy, he’s doing it for himself. “Dek, oh gods Dek please slow down.” He brings his arms that’s holding her legs down, both hands now spreading her open, his tongue licking her cervix, the mandibles scratching the inside of her thighs, she enjoys the pain. 

Her orgasm is building up, faster than she’s ever experienced.  She’s moaning so loudly, screaming, Dek doesn’t even care. His only goal is to drink, to eat her, she tastes so good. The yautja women never let him do this. She brings her hands to his tendrils growing out of his head and tugs. He shakes his head, the vibrations of his growls making her eyes roll back. Her back arches, “Dek, Dek, Dek.” She chants, praising her new god. He sucks onto her clit, wrapping his arms around her waist. He sits up on his knees, her lower half of her body dragged up. Her body is on fire, burning, she’s fucked so many yautja, so many of them has eaten her out, but this one….. This one is different, she knows it. This one, is doing it for himself, he’s greedy, selfish with the taste of her pussy. He brings a finger to her clit circling, once twice, a third time, she’s cumming, hard and loud. He scoops up every drop of her, cleaning her up. He sets her down, giving her a moment to breathe.

He watches her chest rise and fall. She can’t think, can’t remember her own name. Her eyes are closed, but  she’s smiling. “Oh honey, I think you ate my soul.” Another wave of aphrodisiac.   Dek crawls up to her face, bringing his tongue to her head, licking the sweat off her forehead. He’s rock hard, his dick pressing against her leg. She holds his face in her hands, spreading her legs nice and wide for him. One of her hands reaches down to wrap around him, stroking slowly. 

“Poor thing, aching, so heavy. I can fix that.” 

Dek takes his cock, rubbing it on her wet pussy lips, ready to fuck, The size of it compared to her, makes him dizzy, makes him feral. He opens his mouth, his tongue forcing its way inside of her mouth, she can taste herself. Tastes like Honey. Her mouth is full of him, she pulls him closer, loving the way his tongue literally licks her throat. Dek pressing the tip to her entrance, slowly filling her up, inch by inch. Although he’s not the biggest she's ever had, he’s definitely her favorite. The stretch burns, all 9 inches inside her now, his grunting like an animal, waiting for the woman to tell him it’s okay to move. 

“So tight. So wet. You squeeze me like you want to hold me here forever.” He never wants to leave her, she’s an addiction. “Allow me to fuck you, I need to.” No one’s ever asked her like this, so needy, so pretty. She opens her mouth, a soft “Yes.” 

Dek pulls out her and slams himself back in, the entire bed shaking and creaking. They’re loud, uncaring if anyone could hear them. She’s scratching at his arms, he’s got a hand on her throat, the other on her stomach feeling himself through her skin. His eyes bore into hers, she can see how badly he wants to cum. She pulls his scrunchie  out of his head, the tendrils falling onto her face, his scent surrounding her completely now. “Gods you’re so fucking good to me, yes! Yes! Yes!” She tries to push him over the edge, clenching her pussy around him. 

He speeds up, feeling the load getting ready to come. He squeezes her throat, “Tell me if you deserve my cum. Beg for it woman.” His hand is tighter, she’s seeing stars. 

“I deserve it, please Dek, cum in me, cum in my pussy, I need it so fucking bad!” She hadn’t noticed her own orgasm sneaking up on her, she just needs an extra push, “Please Dek,” She opens her mouth, tongue sticking out. Dek’s in shock, but doesn’t stop his feral fucking. He pulls mandibles back, a slow drool of saliva falls into her mouth, and it sets her off. She cums again, this one making her see stars. Her pussy tightens up even more than she nor he ever expected, he tossing his head back and roaring, fucking his cum into her like it’s his missioon. “Take it, take it, all, every drop of my glory.” 

“Thank you, oh gods, thank you Dek.” She whines. Her legs are shaking, he’s trying to catch his breath. He gently pulls out of her, knowing how sensitive she must be. He lays down next to her, she curls up against him. “Thank you Dek. This was fun.” She presses a small kiss to his face. 

“Do you feel better?” She asks. “Even if it’s just a little?” 

“Yes.” He pulls her closer. The pair watch as the vent hiss, golden mist once again. “What is that?” 

“It keeps you horny, ready to fuck.” She takes a deep breath, the gold filling her lungs. “Breath it in Dek, join me in ecstasy.” She crawls on top of him, saddling once again. She watches as he inhales the drug, forcing blood to his dick. Feeling that he’s hard once again, she grins.

 “I can fix that.”

A/N- I really thought I posted this on thanksgiving😭 and don’t worry ITBTWY is still being worked on I hated the original chapter so it’s being rewritten.

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Dek’s kinks would be praise, praise, praise, and more praise

[laceymorganwrites]

Short king - Dek

A/N: finally I have something to nerd out about again

Summary: relationship headcanons disguised as character study

Spoilers for Badlands, this is pretty much just an "ideal timeline" AU of sorts

Romance to Dek is entirely out of question, it´s something he hasn´t thought about often and something that just isn´t on his mind. And why should it? He´s defective and the sole shame of the clan, he knows he can never get married or fall in love. It´s not like he doesn´t want to either, it´s just that he also doesn´t, he´s neutral about the notion itself, but due to his circumstances it´s a topic that just doesn´t exist for him. It only ever comes up when his brother talks about his wife or when he gets to visit his nephews. It´s a great honor to him, especially when Kwei allows him to train with his children, something their father would have never allowed.

He´s glad his mother doesn´t pester him about marriage like she did with Kwei, though he knows it´s only because she wants to ensure the clan´s strong lineage, nobody ever says it in front of Dek anymore but he knows everyone´s still afraid that another child deformed just like him could be born. And he´s scared that this time they would actually kill it and not give it a chance like his brother fought for for him.

Whenever he visits his brother and his family he initially is excited, crafting weapons for the children, mending Kwei´s armor, bringing gifts for his wife. He spends a lot of time with his brother´s family whenever he is on Yautja Prime and the anxiety only sets in whenever he enters their home. He doesn´t even know why, but even after years he still feels anxious. At first it was because Kwei´s wife was...the quiet kind. She was very stern and cold and Dek was convinced she hated him, he felt guilty for meeting his nephews, thinking that Kwei was the one making the decision on his own. Only later did he find out that it was his wife who wanted him to meet her children. She respected him greatly for proving himself.

Still, every time he leaves he feels empty somehow. And for the longest time he doesn´t understand why, he thinks it´s because of the guilt he still feels, because of the way he can never truly accept himself, because even though he has proven himself time after time again, he will always have to. Because no matter how many years passed, he won´t grow, because at the end of the day nobody would want to be seen with him. And then it hits him: this life simply wasn´t meant for him. It was something he never could have and that thought didn´t make him sad, it was a truth he had known his entire life and yet realising it for himself was different than he had anticipated. Disappointing? Perhaps. He hadn´t thought about his own misgivings in years, deciding not to dwell on it now that his father was dead. Now that nobody could ever say those things to his face again.

He never quite learned to deal with his feelings, be that grief, sadness or self-loathing. They all just turned into rage, the only emotion he allowed himself to feel because it enforced his hunts. He keeps it all to himself, he doesn´t have any friends and telling his brother or his wife is out of the question because he doesn´t want to bother them even more than he already does.

He lives his life even more isolated than other yautjas, constantly on the move. Him, Thia and Bud travel all over the galaxies and Dek enjoys the other planets much more than his home one, he gets to meet all sorts of different species and thanks to Thia he gets to converse with them as well, get to learn about their culture and mostly just acts as a bounty hunter of sorts and helps out the planets with their resident predators in taking them out and collecting the trophies. It feels strange to him since it is against everything in his nature and upbringing, but being surrounded by his chosen family makes him feel less lonely. He still has trouble being on Yautja Prime for an extended amount of time, it still is haunted by his father for him and he swears he hears his voice every time he returns.

Falling in love happens unprompted and suddenly, so much so it feels like a pitfall. Not only is he not prepared for it, but it´s yet another feeling he can´t sort and doesn´t know what to do with. Of course he´ll be quiet about it for the longest time, trying to ignore it. It´s genuinely awkward because it´s obvious for everyone involved he is in love but he just doesn´t do anything about it. There genuinely is only one scenario I can think of in which he would be the first one to court but I´ll get into that in a bit.

Once he figures out what he´s feeling and why there´s this dreadful veil that covers his thoughts. He can´t be in love, he´s not allowed to. Nothing will come out of it. It´s not allowed to. So he pushes those thoughts to the side until they hurt, forcing himself to think about anything but the one who stole his heart. Distractions eventually don´t work anymore so he seeks them out and does the most enraged confession you can imagine. Nobody has ever yelled that much about catching feelings, as if it was a disease, a curse really. And the entire time he hopes they will reject him so that he could move on with his life. But they don´t. And now he´s even more confused.

Genuinely doesn´t understand how anyone could love him back, he still thinks his brother is only taking pity on him, deep down he knows he loves him but he can´t admit that to himself because to him, he doesn´t deserve it. They would definitely have to be patient with him. Courting him takes ages, he refuses almost every gift they get him, every gesture but they don´t give up. After all the feelings are already out in the open, now there just needs to be something done about it.

He doesn´t seem like the conventional relationship type so it is never made official. At some point he just accepts the courting and that somebody is by his side now, just in a different way than Thia. He´s super shy about receiving affection at first but completely casual about giving it. He constantly is touching his partner in some way, to make sure they´re in his sight and not in danger, to make sure they´re real as stupid as that sounds. He´s very clingy in private, mostly due to him being so touchstarved.

now, with a female yautja things would be different, not much but things would definitely be more traditional. let me set the scene:

He´s on one of his visits to Yautja Prime again, his brother´s wife has been uncharacteristically gleeful today, almost excited. It´s strange seeing her like this, but Kwei explains to him that one of her childhood friends is returning from a long hunt today. In my headcanon (as someone who hasn´t read the comics or novels yet) the female yautja live and train together as a community within the clans until they reach their official hunting age and receive their cloaks. So they grow very close and sometimes stay in contact after their training, depending on their way of life (be that hunting, scouring for resources or staying on Yautja Prime). Which makes it a big deal when someone does come back. As for the female yautja in question, she had been on a years long hunt, on a mission to discover new planets and add them to their navigation systems. She would only return after she found a new one or an unexplored one.

And today was the day. Dek didn´t quite know what to think of her, he wasn´t fond of meeting new people from his clan, tired of being in defensive mode all the time, not wanting to go over his disfunctions once again, not wanting to prove himself again, not when he´s been going on hunts for years now. He didn´t want to feel that small ever again. But as soon as he sees her ship landing none of that mattered anymore. He completely missed his family going outside to greet her, just rooted in his spot as he watched her exit the ship, dragging the biggest spine he had ever seen behind her. The massive head was still attached too, it was clean work. He didn´t even want to imagine how long that took. Beautiful. There were a few bones on her armor as well, memories of hunts that were special to her.

And when she finally enters to greet him after his brother had to apologize for his behavior, he´s awestruck. She exudes sheer power but doesn´t look down on him, her eyes are kind, the loathing look in them that was present in every other clan member, just didn´t exist with her. Now, Dek wasn´t shy by a long shot but with her he could barely get two words out.

In this moment he just knows he has to know her. He doesn´t even think about courting rituals or the way things could be perceived when he invites her to his ship to show her his trophies. She, in return, liked how bold he was, having heard a lot about him she was curious about the runt. It was true, he was rather small and his fang was mangled, his face was shaped differently too. But he still was yautja. And he was strong, she could sense it. He was eager to hunt which she adored. Because for most yautja at some point the hunt just turned into routine of sorts, it was their life. But the yautja that were like her and enjoyed every hunt as if it was their first, they were special to her.

She´s impressed when she sees his ship, wanting to know everything about every trophy he´s collected, especially those of the creatures she didn´t know. She didn´t think there would be any left of those, but Dek too was a traveller like her and he had been to planets she hadn´t been to before. At this point admiration was born. She, taking up the courting process, invited him to her ship as well to show him everything. He hadn´t been as excited since he killed his father. Every creature she had hunted was so big, he wondered just how strong she was and just how it would feel to be lifted and thrown by her.

Kwei and his wife would definitely talk to Dek about proper courting etiquette and how to go about things, what he wanted from this union, if he wanted something to last or something fleeting. And Dek never was one to chase fleeting dreams, he knew he wanted her from the second he saw her. He never had felt so strongly in his life before and he doesn´t know anything about marriage, but he knows that he wants to keep courting her. He knows he wants to be hers.

And so he makes the first step and brings her a decorated trophy and some handcrafted pieces of armor for her. And just like his brother told him he gets down on both knees, lifts the gifts over his head and asks her to accept them. When she does it´s like his heart stops completely, she in return gifts him more weapons he could use. Now that it was clear they both wanted the same thing it was time for their first hunt together. It was a tradition to build trust and served as a first date of sorts.

The wedding itself is nothing more than a sparring with the husband yielding to his wife, a showcase of undying loyalty and the only time in a yautja life that they will ever yield.

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dek is a grown man if yall don’t shut the fuck up