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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.

Yautja x Fem. Reader

Lol, I always cringe at my writing even when y'all say it's good, writer thingz. But alas, you wanted part two, I delivered it in one sitting monster lovers.

Part 1: Here.

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Breeding Time (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut, noncon details, breeding, size difference, dacryphilia, triggering (do not read if this applies to you), unprotected, rough, mating press, he finally speaks! (surprise), lol short since it's a continuation, surprise number 2 at the end

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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At this point even if you did escape, you wouldn't find a human man that could make your body feel this way. Even if your mind was still hesitant.

As the Yautja thrusts, your body kept his rhythm, it had slowed a bit and changed into sharp bursts of force each time. Almost like he wanted it to last longer.

You clasped your hands together, grip tight as you tried to endure the overstimulation.

How long was this gonna last?

Your breathing was heavy from the intensity, you were almost envious of how his breathing lacked needing effort.

Your body was tired.

Hot.

Sweaty.

And he absolutely abused your sensitive bundle of nerves inside.

You let out a broken whine as the grip on your hair got almost painful.

When it was apparent you weren't gonna be able to move on your own, he adjusted, laying on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist, and jerking back into you.

You threw your head back, your head landing on his chest, as you released yet again, your hips juddered against his.

He only slowed his movements while you clenched against him, not able to move much. His nails dug into your side, no doubt leaving nail-shaped dents.

Now, even a puny human like you could smell it, the sweat, the juices, and you swear you could smell the sex.

Whimpering at the climax that was stronger than the first time, tears collected on your waterline before they finally did fall past the blindfold that had by now, loosened some, a sob making your chest jump.

"Please, I can't--I can't take any more. It's too much," you cried, tears sliding down, down, and falling from your face, for sure hitting his skin.

Suddenly, what was once relaxed became more hectic.

Your sobs only got louder, which made the creature let out a growl for the first time, gripping your chin tight. Enough for him to see your covered eyes cry, to see your quivering lips.

"Pl-ease," your voice slurred.

He pulled out, easily flipping you onto your back again.

Your legs were pressed against his, your feet straight in the air as he used a hand to hold the chain to keep them there.

Then he buried himself into you with a groan, sitting for a second before returning to his hectic pace.

This felt way too good for your liking.

You desperately pushed at his chest to no avail.

"Not this, please. Not--"

With his other hand, he groped you randomly, you yelp at the warmth. The table doesn't even feel cold anymore.

You let out a mewl as he, after all this time managed to fit all of his inches into you, clenching tight around him.

A long groan spilled from him, the light grip he had on a breast tightening just like you had around him. "C'jit...kwei ooman."

The first time he spoke, you didn't recognize the language. But the last word spoken by his deep, gravelly voice sounded similar to human...was it saying something about you?

You didn't have time to ask, because his hips picked up their frenzied pace again as he pounded into you, his breathing starting to sound labored.

Finally, you didn't know how time passed, but you're sure it's been hours.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin, the thumping of his length, the squelching of your insides, and the sounds of your heavy breathing, leaning in, his breath mixed with yours.

Was he observing you? Why couldn't they just leave you alone and let you go?

You bit your lip as he groped your hide, the flesh soft in his hand.

You were getting close again, and you could feel it'd be the second most intense orgasm of your life, the first being the one before.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

You repeated it like a mantra.

You felt him twitch inside you, his breath hitching.

"Ah-"

And for the third time, you released, your body couldn't take anymore.

It seemed neither could he, his hips jerked into you and you could feel his seed spurt into you once again, filling you up more than the first time, if you paid enough attention, you could feel how full you were.

You could feel his body almost drop, like his climax was intense for him, too, but kept his body held up. He stayed inside for a minute like he did before as he caught his breath, almost like he was ensuring that nothing seeped out of you, ensuring that you would be with child.

Ta'yto POV

This human is meant to create a new breed with me.

This is supposed to be for our advancement.

But this human...feels good. She's small, tight beyond belief, and weak.

This is something I am not used to, having this... power over someone I mate with.

Perhaps if that unreliable human was right about her and she can bear my child...

She may have to become my primary mate, her pleading only makes me want to do more, despite her hoping it has the opposite effect. Humans can be quite strange.

She might be my favorite if every time is like this and she looks like she would look beautiful in royal garbs.

I take off that dreaded blindfold, I'd wanted to rip it off the whole time.

But even a prince must follow rules.

Even her eyes look weak.

Tired, too, like I am sure she is...but when I look a little closer I see the fire of the warrior I saw a few days ago.

I can't help but chuckle, ignoring her startled expression.

This human...is doing things to me.