Yautja X Fem.Reader

Yautja x Fem.Reader

Edit: I see someone wants a part two, if ya'll get this to 200 notes by next Saturday, I'll totally do it. I'll give ya a little extra if you make it to any number higher than that, even by one. *genuinely intrigued about how this'll go* Edit 2: Here it is babes, Part 2

I hear people are looking for this so, here. Also, this is my shitty attempt at a dark fic, because I wanna try one--even though it's faaaar from my regular style, I'm far from a darkfic writer, but I like challenges-- and it seems many people have been craving a dark fic of Yautja more than not, so I'll hopefully help y'all out (I wrote this when I was sleepy so idk how it was). *puts all smutty writing experience into this*

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Breed (Predator)

Warning(s): Probably the smuttiest smut I've ever smutted, noncon details, breeding, rough, unprotected, a creamy little pie, size difference, triggers (so do not read if they apply to you), this turned long asf.

You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...

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You groan out, tossing your head to the side.

What makes you realize you aren't in your bed is a few things.

There's an echo.

It feels like you're laying on a hard table.

Your wrists are bound to your chest.

Your ankles are weighed down by something heavy, which after moving around your toes you realize are cuffs connected by a chain, where most of the weight came from.

And most importantly, you can't see, you noticed as your lashes fluttered against a cloth.

"Where am I?"

"Above earth," an amused, disembodied voice responds.

A familiar voice, one of your friends.

"Ester...? I thought you died..."

"What you didn't see didn't happen."

"Hey, can you take this stuff off me?" you grunted as moved to shift your arms to no avail.

"Why would I do that? I put you there."

Your brows furrowed, "What?"

"You see. That whole thing was a setup, I was working with them this whole time."

"But why? They killed your friends! Our friends!"

She chuckled, "Oh, that's what you believed. I was just doing my job to survive. To find them the perfect specimen."

You grunted as you struggled and failed to loosen your restraints.

"You see, they've been for years, creating more advanced creatures to hunt. They've already tried to with another species, Xenomorphs--the ones that spit acid. But they wondered if they could try such a thing with humans..."

Your blood ran cold, "Please don't tell me..."

"They realized they could, they hunted for the perfect human, one who possessed certain genes that had a high percentage of handling a Yautja seed. And when one wanted to kill me after hunting all my allies a few years ago, I offered to do anything. Now I've found you."

"So-ugh--then what? They're just gonna let you go?"

"Well, my part of the deal is finished. There's no other use for me."

"Exactly, idiot," you muttered.

Suddenly you heard a loud thumping sound.

"Ah, here they come."

You moan in despair as you try to move, the cold metal biting against your ankles, "This is hopeless."

"Here's the human you left with, she's perfect, she's worthy of you due to her survival."

Yes, you remember.

Suddenly you found yourself helpless, the two...Xenomorphs you supposed, had terrorized your college class during your international trip to the Daintree Rainforest.

The other creature--the...Yautja had killed a few security guards and three of your friends. As you grew to understand this Predator, you realized it only killed something that seemed to be a challenge, everyone that was killed by it had a weapon at some point.

But you, you're a tough one. You survived, and the Yautja gave you weapons to aid it, you managed to kill a Xenomorph on your own.

You had enough education about tribal tradition to know when it smeared some of its excruciatingly burning blood on you, it found you worthy in a sense.

Or he, since as far as you know most creatures bred with the opposite sex.

"I can leave now, right? If you want I can tell you where I can be dropped off," Ester happily spoke up.

You heard a familiar sound slice through the air, his weapon.

"W-wait...what are you doing? I did what you--what you asked...No! No! No-!"

You heard a body thump and a strong smell of blood fill the air, you knew the smell with little effort after the last two days.

There was some shuffling, you guessed she was being dragged away to be dumped by another one of them.

Then the thumping footsteps started up again, getting closer. Until he stood next to your... examination table.

You tried to shift away, not being able to do much but hold yourself up and not fall halfway off the edge. Only for your arms to get tugged and move you back to the more comfortable position.

"Please...I can't--I can't provide you with anything."

You jumped as you felt a nail trail down your jaw before a scaly hand--that was still surprisingly smoother than you expected--gripped your chin, twisting your head left and right.

You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine.

A thumb brushed against the acid mark he gave you on your cheek.

The only sound you heard was a sharp grunt, in disapproval or satisfaction, you didn't know.

His thumb dragged across your lips before his hand went lower...

You stiffened when the wandering hand paused, before yelping at the sound of a blade moving through the air.

He slowly sliced through your long-sleeved shirt and bra, your breath hitched as you felt the cold metal graze your skin. If there was any more pressure, he would've sliced you open.

You let out a breathless sigh as the restricting bra released you. You hated bras sometimes.

You could feel him move and tried to shift away, only for him to catch you by your neck and slide you back into the position you were in.

With a quivering lip, you felt curious hands explore your breasts.

"Please, just let me go..."

You bit your lip at an experimental squeeze.

You couldn't seriously be reacting to this? Could you?

But when you felt something brush against your sensitive bud...

Your breathing skipped.

Another pause, before it was tested again.

Your hands tightened into fists.

Then without warning, he relentlessly rolled the hardened bud between his fingers.

With a whine, you tried to move away, only for his grip on your neck to tighten.

You tried to keep as much self-control as you could, but that changed a few minutes later when his hand moved, your stomach jumping as it came and went and stiffening as the hand stopped at the band of your pants.

"Please...don't..." you desperately pleaded.

There are a few seconds of dragging his thumb back and forth against your hip, as if deciding, but ultimately tearing it all off in one motion.

You squealed at suddenly being exposed, trying to clench your thighs together.

He denied you of this, effortlessly opening your thighs to expose for him to fully see.

You decided to be defiant as you felt him shift onto the table.

"This is--isn't going to work. Humans and Aliens aren't going to be able to--do this," you tried to move your legs, the heavy chain helping you none, "I'm not even remotely aroused--"

He interrupted you as you felt him lean closer to your wetness, feeling his breath hit the sensitive area.

The clicking sound he made almost sounded amused, before making you gasp as he rubbed a curious finger against you.

"Mm--stop--you--you can't--!"

Shuddering as a finger slid into you, you attempted to wriggle out of his hold. Only for his grip to tighten a little more, at this point, he was definitely warning you.

You felt embarrassed by the light squelching sound you heard. At least you didn't have to see.

Then two more were added.

"I can't--that's too much!" you cried out.

But when his wrist brushed against your cilt, your body completely surrendered.

He realized how greatly that affected you and decided to continue learning.

With a shaky breath, you desperately tried to hold back. Tried to deny your body's pleasure with your mind.

You clenched your thighs together at an attempt to stop his hand, but all it seemed to do was piss him off and force your legs apart, his originally slow and curious pace becoming rougher.

You bit your lip hard, keeping in any sounds.

But in the end, your body betrayed you, and with a long whine and bucking hips, you released.

He pulled his hand away and for a moment you thought he was done for now.

Until you felt something rubbing against you, something you could tell already wouldn't fit.

"That's not gonna--!"

You whimpered as he effortlessly slid in with a gravelly groan, the stretch stung.

"It's not gunna--It's not gunna...Take it out...."

Your head thumped back onto the table.

Without a break in movement, he kept moving, the chain connecting your ankles lightly clinking.

You let out a little sob as you bit your lip, you didn't know if it was from the violation or the pleasure, possibly both.

Every time he thrust forward, you could feel the stretch.

"It's gunna...gunna..."

He slid his hand up your throat just enough to push down the lip your teeth dug into with an index finger.

He wanted to hear you.

But with defiance, you swallowed every sound you made.

Until the speed changed, the cold metal rubbing against your back from the table, a stark contrast to the heat you felt.

Finally, he started getting little sounds out of you, whimpers, pleads.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you empty, before easily moving the weighted chain that felt like a ton to you and flipping you over on your knees.

You winced as your face smacked into the table. Your arms still bound in front of you.

You groaned into the metal as he completely filled you again.

As he moved, you felt more force behind each thrust.

"I can't--It's too--too much-ah!"

He slammed harder, which made you try to cushion your face.

Your heard a few sharp grunts, yet not of effort, which didn't surprise you. You were probably a warm-up.

Your body gently quivered from the force.

And the chains loudly clinked in time with him.

"I--Mm--hah--Lemme..."

Combing his fingers into your hair, he tugged you back, landing seated in his lap.

He sat motionless for a few seconds, a throaty groan was let out.

You made one last attempt to wriggle away.

And you think that made him completely snap from annoyance.

And you knew this because when he moved again, it was like he'd decided to completely destroy you.

With roughness you never experienced before, a deepness you never felt, a speed you didn't know was possible, he pounded into you at least a few times before your skin even slapped against his again.

And it seemed he was satisfied, every sound you hid before was milked out until you couldn't even process where you were anymore.

All you could feel was him, the pleasure, that stretch, all you could hear was the squelching of your wetness.

Your mouth couldn't even close anymore, completely drunk off him.

Your thighs shook terribly, barely able to handle him.

And you wouldn't even be surprised if he still went easy on you.

You were close.

When he tightened his grip, cutting off your breathing that was it.

Your hips bucked wildly as you released for the second time, a long moan ripping out of you.

Clenching around him so deliciously made him follow after. Filling you to the brim, and dripping down his length.

You sighed, as you began to settle only to whimper when you realized...

He wasn't done yet.

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Imagine # 921

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Year posted - 2022

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• It's so fucking chaotic it's both heaven and hell.

• They are constantly fighting over you, hurling insults at one another while you sit there quietly. Waiting patiently before you get the chance to cut in, and voice what you want to do, or who you want to go with.

• When you choose one of them, the other gets so so fucking jealous, but they know deep down you'll come back to them, you always do.

• God forbid you ever come back from one of the others complex with any kind of injury.

• One time you did come back from Heisenberg's factory with a small cut on your arm, and Alcina nearly tore him to shreds.

• Even though the injury was technically your fault. As you had tripped over your own feet, and when you're reflexes kicked in, you tried grabbing onto a nearby Soldat to steady yourself.

• And of course when you did that you managed to grab his drill arm, thus cutting your arm in the process.

• Oh boy but when Karl found puncture wounds on your shoulder a few weeks later, a result of some late night fun with Alcina, he was on the brink of marching his army to the Dimitrescu Castle.

• This is a constant thing! Hope you can handle that.

• Their so night and day it's almost comical!

• When you are with Alcina you are quite literally wrapped in luxury you could only dream of before meeting Lady D.

• And when you're with Karl you're surrounded by nothing but metal and blazing furnaces, which results in you wearing very little clothes half the time, trying desperately to keep cool.

• It's kinda really nice though tbh. You get a nice balance of luxury and organized chaos.

• When you're with Alcina you wear the best of the best, because her sweet little pet deserves nothing less, and you more or less don't have a real choice on the matter.

• While with Karl you can wear sweats and a hoodie, or shorts and a t-shirt, or whatever comfy clothes you wanna wear. Because Karl doesn't care what you're in, as long as your happy he's happy.

• And honestly you could wear a potato sack and Karl would still find you hot as fuck, no matter what you're in he's gonna flirt with you like a horny fuck, and if given the opportunity he'd dry hump you without hesitation... The man's horny okay...

• Where's with Alcina that just won't do. Don't get me wrong she really loves you, and she'll always find you incredibly sexy, but she still draws the line somewhere on what she'll allow you to wear.

• In her defense she's been surrounded with top quality luxury for so long, that nothing less than perfect is enough. She's accustomed to the best of the best, and she wants you to enjoy that with her.

• Alcina didn't think she could fall for you any further than she already had, not until she found you trying on one of her shorter nightgowns.

• You had forgotten that the maids were cleaning all of your sleepwear, and you'd decided impulsively to try on her smallest gown.

• The gown was essentially lingerie on Alcina, but on you it was a proper gown! And you looked so freaking adorable to her in that moment.

• When you noticed her presence you blushed like a dope, having been caught red handed. But the hungry look in Alcinas eyes nearly took your breath away.

• Neither of you got much sleep that night. (^_−)

• Karl caught you wearing his hat once, and he teased you for it of course, but deep down he found it incredibly sexy.

• You looked better with it on than he did! And he wasn't to salty about that, but he acted like it with his teasing.

• The thought of you giving him head while wearing his hat popped into his mind, and Karl wasn't ashamed to voice the new fantasy.

• Needless to say if you wear either of their clothes they both react the same way, they fall deeper in love with you, and become very horny.

• However if one sees you wearing something of the others, they will roll their eyes and act indifferent about it, trying desperately to ignore the article of clothing.

• God food at the Dimitrescu Castle is so so fucking good, well as long as Mila the middle aged maid that runs the kitchen cooks it.

• The Dimitrescu daughters have tried cooking for you a few times, which resulted in undercooked food, chard black food, bland food, and over seasoned foods being served to you.

• They always try fixing what they messed up the last time, which results in a new mess up. But they try so very hard, maybe one day they'll get it right.

• Now if Alcina tries cooking for you, it's not that bad. However it looks like death, the food she cooks weirdly always looks horrible.

• No one knows why it looks that way, and she tries her damnedest to make it look better, but in the end it looks terrible.

• But again the taste is pretty good, it's not exactly ground breaking, mind melting flavor, but it's pretty good considering she rarely cooks.

• Now food at Karl's factory is surprisingly mind melting, who knew that dirty foulmouthed man was a really really good cook.

• Like Gordon Ramsay look out! Okay maybe not that good, but like seriously it's good enough to make you literally drool when you smell it.

• You have no idea how he's able to cook like that, but apparently he was born to cook, and also build crazy half robot human monsters.

• Not to mention Karl loves impressing you with his cooking skills, so he insists on buying only the best possible ingredients that the Duke has to offer.

• And when you're around Karl totally ignores working on his army, and instead enjoys cooking for you, or cuddling with you, or you know indulging in other activities.

• The only thing they have in common is how they fuck you, like seriously they are weirdly in sync with the mood their in.

• Like most of the time, their pretty fucking rough, seriously your legs are shaking so bad afterwards, and you've definitely got bruises on your thighs.

• But periodically their mood switches and their so so gentle with you, and they always end up switching like that around the same time.

• Perhaps it's because they can tell that you need it a bit softer, or their just weird like that and they just sync up for some mysterious and weird reason, that not even Miranda can explain.

• Their both absolute cuddle bugs, both of them are so so freaking comfy and warm, and they can both envelope you in their arms with ease.

• They've both got serious anger issues, but they never intentionally direct their anger at you, but sometimes it happens.

• But they would never, they will never ever hurt you, eachother yeah probably, but not you.

• Alcina loves reading to you, or better yet she adores drawing you, or painting either way she loves loves loves it.

• Especially if you let her draw/paint you in the nude, those pictures are locked away securely in her room, because those are for yours and her eyes only!

• Even though Heisenberg has seen you naked just as often as Alcina has, she will never allow that filthy man thing to see those pictures.

• Karl loves watching movies reels with you, or teaching you how to engineer little robot companions.

• You literally have a mini army of tiny robots that follow you around like excited puppies, their so freaking cute yet chaotic it's very amusing.

• Karl also enjoys drawing you, although the drawings aren't as good as Alcinas, his sketches are still very impressive.

• Karl also really enjoys drawing you in the nude of course, and he also refuses to allow anyone else to see the sketches, especially Alcina!

• So yeah being shared between the two Lords is both heaven and hell... But in the best possible way.

• They adore you and will do anything for you, including putting up with the other just for you.

• Because at the end of the day as long as they have you, and you're happy their happy.

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