I hate talking to a sweet guy because he just wants to take care of me and respect me and show me the kindness I haven't gotten from others, the kindness that I feel I don't deserve, the kindness I dont know what to do with — all the while, I'm wishing I could feel the cold metal of his gun press against my temple after he's chased me through the woods, I can barely breathe, and I'm bloodied from the blackberry bushes he shoved me against. And, as the username suggests, I feel guilty about it all. Just so incredibly fucking guilty about every indecent, reprehensible, perverted thought I have about him.
I’ve been writing Yautja stuff on and off for a while but I’ve never had the guts to post it before. I hope people enjoy it as much as I do🤞🏻🖤
The names are just made up and I hope they sound Yautja enough
This is a short fic however I’m working on another one that will include Yautja x Human Smut
You had been living here for almost 2 years now and you’re finally at the point of being accepted by the clans. The Elder that you lived with, Zoka’ran, had unintentionally saved you from the men that he murdered and in return you shot the man that was about to slice his head off with a machete. Zoka’ran took you with him back home and gave you a place to sleep and eat and in return you helped with his household-mostly taking care of their “pups” or “sucklings” (who all adored you-all the pups on Yautja Prime did-loving to play with your hair and snuggle into your warm blooded body).
It took a while but you were comfortable with your life and you actually loved it, having made friends here and learned healing with the clans own healers which often came in handy.
It was pretty obvious to say that regardless of how long you’d been here you never once expected to become a true member of the tribe. Yes, there were Yautja who loved humans and had mated them, (more than you expected when you came here) but all of those women were human warriors and you…weren’t…at all.
As always you attended the ceremony welcoming the newly blooded members into the clan. You were relived to see some of the young newly blooded members that you’d gotten to know before they went hunting were alright and didn’t die on their first solo hunt, many of them even coming and showing off their first trophy to you. Praise wasn’t a concept that Yautja subscribed to which you’d noticed as soon as you arrived on this planet, often trying to give the younger Yautja a little bit of praise which you believed made people work harder. You didn’t know what any of the alien skulls were that they were showing you but you made sure to look impressed anyway as you could tell how proud these teenagers (kids really) were of their first hunt.
The celebration was mostly for the newly blooded however they also celebrated the members of the clan that had killed the most impressive prey so there were many Yautja being honored and you as a part of an Elders family (even if you were what most Yautja saw as a “Pet”) welcomed them all.
As expected you had seen quite a few Yautja that were now home honoring a female with a token and making their intentions to mate them known. You didn’t actually expect to receive a skull from anyone but as you put the youngest pups down in their hut for the evening you walked back to the party to see most of the Yautja’s eyes on one member of the clan-Va’kasha.
Va’kasha was blooded years ago and was well on his way (probably very close) to becoming an Elder at this point and it was surprising that he was still unmated but as you saw him in the center of the celebration with a good sized skull from an alien with huge horns in his hands, you realized that he had chosen and you were happy for him-he had always been kind to you…well…as kind as Yautja get.
To say you were shocked when he walked up to you would be an understatement, you actually moved a bit to your left assuming he’d been looking at someone behind you but his stare remained upon you before he knelt to the ground and held the skull above his head for you. You glanced back at your Yautja ‘family’ and you could see the smiles on their faces (having learned to decipher Yautja expressions after 2 years here).
‘You…you’re giving it to me?’ You asked softly and you received a series of clicks and growls in response, the earpiece you had been gifted translating in real time in your ear.
‘I honor my intended with a worthy kill. I will wear the scars of this battle forever with pride as I hope you will keep this trophy with pride in your mate for all our years to come.’ It was a lovely speech, way better than half the others you’d heard before, he’d actually put some effort into speaking to you.
‘I’m no warrior…’
‘No. You are not. I do not seek a warrior, I enjoy the comfort you bring after a long hunt, enjoy your soft heart when caring for sucklings, I wish to come home after every hunt to my mate waiting for me with our own sucklings. I will bring you a kill each time that I return that you may be proud of.’
She hesitated only a second before reaching out and taking the skull from him, accepting his mating gift. It was only a second before he stood up and swept her up into his arms making her squeal and all the Yautja at the celebration to cheer as he carried her off down the road and to his hut. It was a bit away from the rest and a decent size-she could tell he put effort into it for her, knowing that humans need certain things like comfort and warmth. The bed was comfortable layers of animal pelts and there were blankets from her own planet around the space to keep her warm as well as a small kitchen area for her to bake the sweet treats that every Yautja loves.
‘This is lovely, and cozy…Thank you. Do you mind if I make it more homey?’ She wondered.
‘It is your home my mate. You do what brings you happiness.’ He told her and she was instantly picturing how to make it more comfortable and less formal. ‘You are tired. Humans must sleep, come.’ He insisted, lifting her once again and carrying her to the bed.
‘I don’t need to sleep yet.’
‘You yawn. My mate will be taken care of, I did not ask you to mate with me without knowing what humans need.’ He insisted, laying her down and pulling a think animal pelt over her to keep her warm.
‘Lay with me.’ She told him, holding onto his hand as he went to leave. ‘Humans cuddle, it’s a normal thing. Come here.’ She told him and he did, crawling into the bed and allowing her to cover him with the pelt.
‘Human customs are strange.’ Va’kasha admitted before wrapping his muscular arms around her body and pulling her close, laying another blanket over his new mate to keep her sensitive body nice and warm as she laid her head on his chest. ‘It is nice though…’ he took a deep breath, laying his head on the pillows and pulling his new mate closer.
Humans may be overly emotional and wrong about a lot of things…but he could get used to cuddling.
went down a lesbian cnc rabbit hole. thought about making a joke about taking a cold shower to calm down. what i think i really need is hunted and pinned down rabbitgirl hole though.
scene idea: me (falconry trained goshawk barely kept tame, w/ a predator kink), you (bunnygirl w/ a prey kink), and a handler (some dude whose just here for fun and wants to dress up as a falcon handler of their chosen historical period), in a large woodland. :)c
It's no surprise that penetration is strongly associated with dominance, even though the two need not *necessarily* go together.
I'd never really understood just how *hot* it can be to break that until Mistress took the domme role juuuust after we started playing with breeding kink.
Having her throw me down, pin me to the ground, ride me with her claws around my neck, making sure at no point did I feel anything close to "in control"...
I was hunted, and she took what she wanted from me, and it was beautiful. Rough, animalistic, deliciously objectifying
Crazy how fast predator/pray stuff went from "yeah it's okay I guess" to "omg hunt me down stalk me through the shadows put a tracker in me pin me down scratch every inch of my skin bite me bite me bite me bite me bite me no seriously tear my fucking skin up with your teeth I need it I need it I need it".
