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Killer of Killers

Excuse me, but is this my Mi'ytiar??? Maybe a little more massive, beefier and bigger than this one, but holy cow. I just saw this clip a few times on TT and forgot how to breathe for a moment.

I'm thinking about watching it, but if I see one more Yautja dying because of some human... I will riot! I'm not watching the movies for humans but for those hunks, goddammit!

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New Story - Sneak Peek

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: Your life on Yautja Prime was at its peek. Your mate was as wonderful and loving as ever, your eldest son made his father proud by establishing himself as one of the fiercest warriors in this clan, and your youngest son was growing beautifully every day. It was perfect, but it seemed that faith told you that there was space for another. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: After the Blooming Family series

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The twin suns were already high above the canopy, painting the village in golden warmth when you began your day. The air was heavy with the scent of burning metal from the forge and smoked meat, and the voices of the Males and Females starting their day before hunts and training started.

You walked along the elevated path carved into the volcanic rock and down the hill where your home sat. The clan leader‘s abode had a special place there, not only grander in size, but also sitting above everything, overlooking the village. 

You moved through the settlement with calm authority, your presence part guidance, part reassurance. The kind of aura the Matriarch had to radiate. It wasn’t a title given lightly, but then again, you had molded the position to your liking. You would not stand above Mi’ytiar in this hierarchy and you would not claim any power that you didn’t deserve to take. Still, its strength echoed in the quiet bows of the elder females you passed, in the way young warriors straightened their spines when your gaze brushed over them.

Today was one of your favorite obligations that came with your role: the presenting of the pups. Mating season was over and it was your job now to oversee and bless the fruits of the Female‘s labor. The mothers would proudly present their pups to you and watch you giving your blessing.

You smiled at Matheih, who was already waiting at the entrance of the den that functioned as a communal space, sacred to the fragile bond. Mothers would nurture and care of each other‘s pups while the pups were able to get used to one another.

“Matriarch.“ She greeted you with a bow of her head and entered the den after you.

Inside, a group of mothers sat in a semi-circle, each holding their offspring, and a calmness settled upon the room. You recognized many of them from earlier cycles. Once, some had doubted you and whispered “soft meat“ in disdain behind your back, now they brought their children to you to get your approval for their pup to have a place in this clan.

Nonetheless, the smile on your lips was bright when you stepped towards the first Female, who extended her arms and offered you her pup when you knelt in front of her. It was a familiar sight, small and yet not fragile. The pup, with its soft greenish-brown scales, blinked at you before giving you a faint warble of a chirp. 

You chuckled, extended a hand, and gently placed your palm on its forehead. “You will grow strong and resilient. You will bring pride and glory to your clan and lineage.“

The mother thrilled before she pulled her pup back to her chest and stepped back.

You moved from one Female to the other and each time you gave your blessing. You looked into each pup‘s face and imagined their future. Most of them would become hunters, of course, but will one of them become a healer? Will perhaps one of them take the necessary steps to become an Elder?

“You hold their futures in your hand, Yawne.“ Mi‘ytiar‘s voice echoed in your head when you stood in front of the last mother.

You smiled at her before you looked down at her offering. The pup was as small as the others and just as adorable. It reminded you of Toyah and Akail when they had been young like this, still fitting comfortable your arms and already looking at you with so much love that you nearly wept at the overwhelming emotion of joy.

“And who do we have here?“ You cooed, voice warm, and gently stroked the underside of the tiny mandible.

“She T‘kael. Firstborn of Shara‘k.“ Matheih answered from behind you.

“T‘kael.“ You echoed and the pup reached out, lightly touching the fabric of the silk-threaded wrap that secured your chest, the pale bone-beads clinking softly. “She will be a fierce and valuable hunter to our clan.“

T‘kael‘s mother nodded, eyes shining with pride. “Thank you, Matriarch.“

T‘kael, meanwhile, was nosing along your jaw when she let out a high-pitched sound that was a mix of a sneeze and a grunt.

“Is something wrong?“ You asked her mother when the pup suddenly started to wriggle in your grasp.

“She is confused.“ The Female explained and took the fussing pup out of your arms. “Your scent. She smell him on you.“

You didn’t need to guess who she was talking about. Mi‘ytiar‘s natural odor was clinging to your skin even when he wasn‘t anywhere near. His shadow, his presence, was wrapped around your bones, lingering and never really leaving you alone. The Females could sense it, the pups as well, while your human nose failed to catch any hint of it. It must be thanks to his morning ritual where he would nuzzle into your neck, your cheek, your chest, any place of you he could reach, like a cat marking you by rubbing itself all over against you. He did it religiously, but you had thought he was just very affectionate in the earlier hours.

You missed him already. He had left home before you did, before sunrise, to track down a serpent-beast that was haunting the far mountain passes with two trusted hunters by his side. He hadn‘t wanted to leave, not without his ritual, and you kissed the underside of his mandible when he woke you up with purring and the nudge of his forehead. He told you he would return before the moons traded places with the suns.

After 78 years of knowing each other, you bond hand’t frayed one bit. It was stronger than ever, your fates intertwined in the form of your sons and deepened with the challenges you both had to endure. While everything around you had changed, nothing had between the two of you. He was still the Mi’ytiar you knew. The one who curled around you at night in your nest with a low rumble, the one who had slit the throat of a poacher on one of your journeys to another planet before he spend an hour untangling you hair with patience carved from unconditional love after the little tumble you had taken that had followed the aggressor’s sneaky ambush. You could feel the ghostly warmth of his hands on your waist and the heat of his breath against your nape when you spoke to others too long. His possessiveness was quieter now, but not gone wholly.

“Matriarch.“ Matheih‘s voice pulled you back and made you turn back to her. “They await your presence in birthing den as well. Two, just born.“

You smiled in excitement. Usually, only pups who were already one or two weeks old were brought to you. It was sad because you couldn‘t resist those adorable little creatures. You cherished those rare occasions of greeting a new life into this world.

“Lead the way.“

The birthing den was warm and humid, filled with the comforting musk of nesting Females and the occasional high-pitched whimper of a newborn discovering its voice. 

You knelt beside the resting mat, where a Female cradled two tiny, wriggling bodies against her chest. The one with the more greenish markings let out a squeaky chirp as its head flopped to the side, overwhelmed by its own movements, and you couldn’t help the grin forming on your lips. You eyed their wrinkled but freshly cleaned skin, and although their eyes were barely open, they could sense you. You knew they could. Yautja were magnificent in that way. Even when they were only hours old, their motor skills were functioning like they had been using them for years.

You placed one hand on each of the spongy crown of their heads, scales going to harden in time, and whispered, “May your blood run strong and your hearts stay true. You will bring pride and glory to your clan and lineage.“

The caretaker - the mothers probably resting from labor - bowed her head slightly. One of the pups nuzzled into your palm and lets out a curious thrill, coaxing a soft laugh from your lips as you felt the warm, damp flesh underneath your fingertips.

And just like that, the birthing den and everyone present fell away, and you were back in your nest, the room smelling of blood and milk. You were holding Akail in your arms for the very first time. His skin had been dappled with birth stains, his tiny claws no thicker than thorns digging into your flesh as he grasped your finger, his grip belying an impossible strength. He was so small, so incredibly fierce, and you had looked into his pale yellow eyes and known then and there that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him. And Toyah, your little Toyah, who was now one year old… you remembered nothing when he fought his way into the world. But that missed time was made up every time he would curl beneath your chin, tiny fingers gripping your hair as he slept. Or when you had cradled him against your chest, his whimpers soothed only by your heartbeat, helping him through one of the heavy storms this planet was plagued with.

Both of them had once been this fragile, so dependent, and so oh undeniably yours. For a moment, you missed it so much that it hurt.

You looked aside to school your features. The sudden wave of nostalgic sadness had washed over you, hitting you like a train with surprising impact. You hadn’t thought about those early days of their life in some time. Not like this, at least. Not with the ache in your chest, the heaviness you felt in your arms. The last time you got so emotional was when…

The Female caretaker watched you closely, her golden eyes that had seen mothers who raised many and lost some, whose expertise was pregnant Females and the journey of each Yautja from newborn to youngling. She tilted her head slightly, let out a low clicking sound, and leaned in without hesitation. One of her hands, unashamed and unbothered, reached out and cupped one of your breasts. 

You stiffened, though you knew the touch was nothing but born from instinct. Watching her, she huffed in recognition, her claws flexing slightly, as if she was affirming what she had sensed, what she had smelled - something swelling, something shifting, something preparing. Your body had told someone else a new development within before you yourself could have noticed it.

You simply reached down to cup your belly and the breath you had been holding unconsciously left your lungs in a shaky exhale. No wonder you felt tired and worn-out even though you had opened your eyes barely two hours ago from a good night‘s sleep. No wonder you felt overwhelmed in the proximity of these pups.

You looked at the Female, needing her to confirm what your body had been hiding from you for weeks, maybe months already.

“You carry.“ She affirmed with a nod, her hand squeezing the flesh of your breast once more. “Your mate‘s seed grow in womb.“

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Her Protector

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: Still new to life on Yautja Prime, you’re struggling to find your place among a clan that sees you as fragile, unworthy and unfit to stand at the side of their great leader. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 2.399 Before the Blooming Family series

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The twin suns hung high in the muted green sky, casting long, slatted shadows over the structures of the Yautja village. The heat was ever-present, thick, and clinging, but you had begun to grow used to it, at least enough to walk without fainting from the oppressive humidity. It wasn’t Earth and it never would be, but you were going to learn how to survive here. Slowly but surely.

You adjusted the thin, breathable shawl wrapped around your shoulders, gifted to you by Mi’ytiar, one of the only things keeping the sun from baking your skin. The radiation of the sun on Earth wasn’t too bad, but two suns from a whole different galaxy? You needed to be careful until the healer — Cahrein, was it? — could tell that the injections of whatever fluid mixed with Mi’ytiar’s blood was working and changing your DNA enough to resemble theirs.

The path you walked was carved from dark, volcanic stone, well-worn from centuries of passage. Around you rose towering buildings of unfamiliar architecture: jagged and elegant at once, built from obsidian-like minerals and striated metals that caught the light in rainbow sheens. Some of the dwellings loomed high like watchful sentinels, others sat low and wide, mouths agape with open-air entrances that revealed cool darkness within.

You passed a fountain shaped like a clawed hand holding an orb, the water bubbling up from between the fingers in rhythmic pulses. It was the centerpiece of a communal square. A few Yautja sat or stood in clusters nearby, their heavy bodies draped in netted armor and dark leather. Their gazes followed you, some openly staring, others more subtle, turning their heads just enough to watch you pass. You felt their eyes follow you. Not openly hostile but not kind, either. But some didn’t bother hiding their disdain, mandibles flexing in sharp, irritated twitches, shoulders squared in subtle posturing.

They didn’t like you here. Not yet.

It had been weeks since you had arrived. Mi’ytiar’s clan had offered no formal welcome. All you had gotten were wary glances, cautious bows, and far too many muttered words in their thick, guttural tongue when they knew you couldn’t understand. The earpieces you wore had been ready for use since yesterday and they worked perfectly. Now, you could hear the snide comments about your presence.

“Soft.”

“Useless.”

“Pathetic.”

You didn’t let it falter you in your stride and you kept your head high, despite everything about you was screaming outsider: your body being half their size, your plain and colorless skin, your plain and colorless eyes, your fragile bone structure and your barely-there muscle mass.

Younglings scuttled past you, chittering with excitement and curiosity. One youngling, barely up to her shoulder, clicked inquisitively and sniffed at you as it ran past. You smiled nervously, lifting your hand in a small wave. Its mandibles flared open in what you hoped was a grin before its older sibling barked a reprimand and yanked it away.

Well, at least the younger ones were tolerant enough…

Their parents would hopefully follow soon after.

After all, you weren’t officially Mi’ytiar’s mate yet. Not by their standards, at least. That bond had to be consummated, sealed through combat or ceremony, or whatever passed as marriage in this world. But Mi’ytiar called you his mate anyway, boldly and proudly. As if that alone should be enough. It warmed your heart and made you all soft inside when you thought about the way he had purred those words. When that ritual or whatever it was would be over, you could only hope that the tension would lift and stop from crushing you.

Around you, the village lived and breathed in a rhythm you hadn’t yet learned to join. Yautja sparred in the distance, heavy thuds of bodies striking against training pillars. Merchants from other clans displayed their wares — exotic meats, intricately carved bone jewelry, and tools you couldn’t name — all arranged with almost ceremonial precision. You passed what you assumed was a forge, the reek of molten metal and burning oils flooding your senses. Even that had its own brutal beauty: firelight reflecting off the polished fangs of a mask in progress, its metal teeth bared in a permanent snarl.

You stopped to watch for a moment, fascinated. The forge master, a hulking female with scarred tusks and a single, blazing red-orange eye, glanced at you with a curious frown. Then, she turned away without a word. There was neither hatred nor warmth. Just dismissal.

With a sigh, you moved on.

Each step deeper into the village pulled you farther away from the relative safety of Mi’ytiar’s home, your only sanctuary on this planet. Out here, without him at your side, you felt the full weight of isolation. You didn’t have the predictable order of Earth cities to cling to for orientation. This place pulsed with danger, history and contempt.

You reached a narrow side path between two larger buildings. Your intent had only been to circle the village and then slip away through passages like this so you wouldn’t be stared at on your way back home. But now, after catching a glimpse of your new life? You were tired of being afraid to explore, tired of having to hide away when you wanted to embrace the culture, the everyday life of your new home. Mi’ytiar had told you that the market was once every three months and you refused to let their dislike towards you hinder you from giving into your curiosity.

Your fingers trailed along the edge of a smooth, metal outcropping on one of the buildings. Its surface was warm from hours under the sun. The path ahead was unfamiliar, but it didn’t matter. You would turn around and walk home the way you came: through the market under the watchful eyes of every present Yautja. You would think after three months, you would be old news.

Three months.

Three months since Mi’ytiar flung you over his shoulder. Three months since he carried you out of your hometown and to his ship. Three months since it touched his home soil. You remembered stepping out of the vessel, the heels of your black leather Oxfords pumps echoing through the landing platform as you hesitantly left the ship by its metal ramp. You felt dizzy and weak with your first inhale, but Mi’ytiar, standing tall and strong beside you, placed a hand on your back between your shoulder blades.

The first night in the clan leader’s abode had been suffocating. Everything was too large, too loud, too alien. You couldn’t sleep. Not until Mi’ytiar curled around you like a shield in the vast bed made for someone twice his size. Unfortunately, even then, sleep only came in fragments. So, instead, you looked at him in the darkness, his massive form half-illuminated by the low red glow of the ambers of the fireplace circling the bed. He had brushed your cheek with the back of his clawed finger — so gentle, so reverent — and purred into the silence. It had reminded you of how he had touched hours ago in that alleyway.

A part of you had longed to return to that moment. Not for the terror or the pain, but for the clarity. Back then you weren’t an alien in his world but a woman amongst slaughter, but at least you were alone with him.

He was your rock, indeed. Mi’ytiar hadn’t wavered once in the following days. He called you his like it was the law, like nothing else mattered, and you fiercely held onto that. Even now, when you took a deep breath and stepped out of the side path. Heat slammed into you like a wall, oppressive and dry, swallowing your breath.

You crossed the square with purpose, ignoring the stares until you couldn’t.

Four Yautja — all much taller than you but no match to Mi’ytiar’s — stepped into your way as if you were in theirs. They were built like ancient statues, chiseled from fire-hardened stone. The one in front wore half of a broken Xenomorph crest strapped to his shoulder, his mandibles twitching in something that might be a smirk. One spun a bladed disc lazily between his claws, the sharp whistle of metal singing through the air, while another clicked his mandibles, low and guttural. He said something you didn’t fully catch, but the tone is unmistakable — mocking, crude. His eyes crawled over your body and he tilted his head as if examining a thing, not a person. The others chuckled at whatever he had said.

The Yautja, who hadn’t drawn any attention to himself yet, stepped to the side and started circling you. He stopped behind you, close enough that the heat of his body burned against your arm.

Around you, a few market-goers paused to watch, but no one intervened.

Of course, they didn’t. This wasn’t their business. You weren’t their kind, not one of them. You were just their leader’s little pet.

Even though your mouth went dry and your heart hammered in your ears, you didn’t back down. You wouldn’t run, wouldn’t show fear because that would only prove what everyone thought about you already. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of making yourself seem like prey by running away and practically inviting them to chase after you.

Prey.

You refused to give them that.

“Move.” You said, quiet but steady.

The biggest of them clicked his tusks together and tilted his head mockingly. “Weak thing.” His eyes slid over your body slowly, insultingly. “He brought back pet.”

The others laughed — a coarse, barking sound that drew more stares from across the square. But still, no one interfered.

The one with the darkest scales leaned in, close enough to catch a whiff of your scent. “Little thing. Tight. Bet she squeal.”

“Soft skin. Pretty noise-maker.” The thickest growled, accessing the little skin that was showing between your clothes.

Your stomach dropped and bile rose in your throat — fury, humiliation, fear — but you wouldn’t shrink away from them. Not even as your knees threatened to give out under the weight of their disgusting remarks. You had faced worse than taunts. You had endured months of cold stares and whispered insults. You didn’t let yourself cower, despite this being out in the open, direct and sharp-edged, instead of muttered disapproval behind your back.

“He become bored and you be passed-”

The words got stuck in his throat and you frowned as their posture changed. They either looked frightened or got into a defensive stance as if they expected to be attacked. Their whole behavior switched in a second and only when you turned around you knew why.

Mi’ytiar stood there, his body tense with lethal aggression. His fingers flexed, his lower mandibles twitched, and a guttural growl broke the sudden silence that had stretched across the market. His eyes wandered from one Male to the other like a predator deciding who to kill first.

A roar followed.

It wasn’t a war cry, wasn’t a challenge, but a warning. It tore through the square like a shockwave. It was primal, raw and laced with something deeper than rage: domination. The kind that froze blood and made his warriors bow down to him in submission.

Before you were able to blink, he moved.

The first Male barely saw it coming. He was lifted up by the throat and thrown into a stone pillar with enough force to shatter it. The bone-crushing sound was sickening and it seemed enough to not make him get up.

The next was grabbed by his mandibles, one of the most sensitive parts of a Yautja’s body, and with another roar that tore deep from within his chest, he ripped them apart to leave a gaping hole where his mouth was. Cartilages snapped and blood sprayed in thick arcs across the stone. The Male screamed or tried to, but it came out a gurgle through the ruined mess of his face. He collapsed, twitching, not dead but a broken beast.

The third and fourth moved together, flanking, trying to close in from either side, foolishly thinking that Mi’ytiar, even outnumbered, could be bested.

Mi’ytiar spun and his foot, high and fast for a kick, collided with the left Male’s chest. He flew back, breath coming out ragged and irregular. He fought to get up, but one look of Mi’ytiar halted him in the attempt.

The fourth slashed with a wrist-blade at Mi’ytiar, who ducked, grabbed the warrior by the waist and lifted him into the air, twisting mid-motion with an inhuman snarl. He slammed him down, headfirst, into the ground. He sidestepped the clumsy grab for his leg and drove his claws into the Male’s gut when he leaned over him. It was slow as it was not intended to kill — not yet, at least — but to humiliate. Like they had humiliated you.

The Male howled and his claws uselessly scrabbled at Mi’ytiar’s forearm, but he simply got up on his feet, letting the feet of his opponent dangle pathetically, before he ripped the body apart. Blood splattered and rained down on him, dousing him in neon green.

The silence that lay down on the square like a blanket was deafening. The Yautja who had looked at you in disdain an hour ago avoided you now completely. No one dared to move, no one dared to speak.

Mi’ytiar ignored his people when his eyes finally, finally, found yours. They softened in an instant as he closed the distance between you with steady steps, his long legs eating up the space that separated you both. The hands that had torn someone apart only seconds ago now lifted up to cup your face with such gentleness, such care. His thumb stroked your cheek and he bent down to nuzzle his forehead against yours.

At least now, no one would dare to look at you if it wasn’t with respect or kindness. He had made sure of that.

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And I'm hopefully posting something tonight!

Instead of the photographer!reader and new Yautja OC, it's going to be something where I have to use less braincells because I'm still nowhere near creative for that yet. Apologies to the lovely honeybee who requested it!

I hope deadly and protective Mi'ytiar is enough for the moment.

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Heyyy!

How are you doing?

Hiii!

I'm doing great. I'm waiting for the bus for a 3-hours ride to my parents to spend my 11-day-leave there. Maybe, on the ride, I'm going to write a little. Who knows.

And you?

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Hey, pretty!

Take all the time to rejuvenate yourself. Your health is important, good health produces good quality work, so please don't feel obliged to write because we be missing you!

With that in mind, myself and plenty others can't wait to hear back from you (I requested the photographer human fic)! Keep working hard <3

~Thank youu~

Hey, cutie.

This was really adorable and made me gush. So sweet. It made my day. Thank you for saying that. It takes some weight and guilt from my shoulders.

And thank you for requesting that phenomenal idea! I absolutely fell in love with it. It will be probably bd one of the first projects I will return with.

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Game of Thrones #2

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Tywin Lannister

Tears of Gold AU

The Little Lion Unholy Little Lion Ghost of You Getting your Hands dirty Love on the Brain Willow Legendary Lovers Set Fire to The Rain Falling in Love with You Call It What You Want Little Freak Earned It Draw Stars Around My Scars He plays pretend, so pretend Bautiful People Feel a little More Watching You Caught Up in a Moment Let the Games begin Your Kingdom Keys Make me your Enemy A Promising Grown Man Everything’s Not Fine The Lion Sleeps Tonight Might Seduce Your Dad Did I Take It Too Far

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Supernatural

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Gabriel

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Make Up Summary: Gabriel is back after dealing with Loki but still hasn’t fixed the whole “disappearing and shaking up with porn stars” problem. Its time to fix it or risk losing you forever.

Not a Day goes by Summary: Finding our Gabriel is alive.

My Immortal

Perfect To Me

Crowley

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An Unexpected Encounter Summary: Reader runs into her old hunting partners, the Winchesters, after not seeing them since they found out she was with Crowley years prior. The boys get a glimpse into life with a slightly domesticated Crowley.

You Belong To Me Summary: The reader has to act like bait on a case and ends up running into Crowley, months after having run out on him after a one night stand.

Cubs Summary: Reader meets Crowley for the first time and also discovers something new about herself.

Lucifer

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Cain

I Kept My Promise Summary: You are plagued by nightmares; to stubborn to talk to anyone Cain tries to reach out. But by staying cold and calculating he fears that he may push you further away. Will the knight of hell loose his shield or will you gain a shield.

Retirement

A Series of Misunderstandings

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TOP GUN #2

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Left at the Altar Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

Can't Let You Go Summary: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Wanting It All Summary: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts Summary: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Less Misery, More Company Summary: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Scrapes and Bruises Summary: Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

Good in Bed Summary: Jake has made it crystal clear to you that you're only friends with benefits, so why did he go and delete your dating apps?

Cross Summary: The four times you captured Jake Seresin’s attention and the one time he did something about it.

There's a Honey Summary: 3 times your aunt penny sees herself and maverick in your relationship with jake and 1 time she doesn’t.

So Funny Story (I'm Fucking Your Daughter) Summary: You've had a thing with Jake for a while now. The thing is, your dad doesn't know and your brother is desperate for you to tell him.

All You Had To Do Was Stay Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

Revelation

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Three Generations Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

Endings and Beginnings Part 1, Part 2 Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

Wrong Number Summary: Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Only Love Can Hurt Like This Summary: Bob lost his fiancé in a dog fight and goes through the grieving process. Eventually he learns to move on but then everything he thought he knew was a lie, including the fact that Y/N had died on that mission.

All Fun & Games Summary: Returning to San Diego was just another assignment for you. Another step in the career path, full steam ahead, until you come to an obstacle in the road. Usually, you’d navigate around it, keep on going, but this is no normal obstacle. It might be enough to reroute you completely.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Part of Three Summary: Reader is Maverick's sister, dating Iceman, and finds out she's pregnant.

Scared Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.

Get Your Girl

Tom Is Finer

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Star Wars

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Boba Fett

Midnight Special - Masterlist Summary: After an exciting fling in a bar, you and Boba enter a secret relationship that mostly takes place in motels where you pay for the hour. But when your friend invites you to her family's BBQ, you meet under drastically different circumstances.

Say Yes Summary: A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.

Twin Suns Summary: You broke it off, but Boba isn’t finished.

Protection Summary: Five times the people in the palace saw how protective Boba was of you and one time you got to protect him.

The Tribute (Series)

Darth Vader

The Empress Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Vader wakes up after his fight with Obi-Wan to the news that Padme is dead. In his anger he kills Palpatine and becomes the Emperor himself. Senator Organa and his wife Queen Breha help establish The Resistance. However, in order to hide Alderaan’s involvement with the newly established enemies of the Empire and protect their people, Senator Organa’s sister ( Reader ) is offered to Vader as a wife.

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Game of Thrones

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⇨ This is a collection of my favorite fanfics/oneshots on Tumblr I love to re-read once in a while. None of those works belong to me! Feel free to use it as well.

⇨ My own works are here

Tywin Lannister

A New Generation Summary: The wedding of King Joffrey and Queen Margaery, a joyous event made even more joyous with the birth of a special babe.

Trouble Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.

The Lady Lion Summary: Tywin domestic fluff. He has been married to reader for a while now and they have a son. Also starring: Typical Lannister Family Drama.

The Lion Summary: You write in your diary about a certain "Lion". When Cersei finds it, she automatically thinks you are talking about her twin brother and furiously confronts you. Only isn't the Lion you are talking about any of her brothers...

Crimson and Gold Summary: An opportunity arises.

A Lion's Feast Summary: Lannister Family Dinner with a YoungerWife!Reader (Modern AU)

Daughter Summary: You birth a girl instead of a boy.

Hesitate, Going In Summary: Reader is Margaery's three-years-younger sister and goes to King's Landing for her wedding to the King.

Tywin's Second Wife Summary: Imagine being the wife to the Lord of Casterly Rock for the past decade and, despite all your efforts, you haven’t managed to get pregnant/give him an heir. You soon find out that this is because Tywin has been secretly giving you contraceptives - too afraid of losing you as he lost Joanna.

Baby Lion

Blessed With Youth

Persevere

Repeat of History

His Love

No Choice Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Little Deer Part 1, Part 2

Number 4

In Time, the Lion Loves

A Fool's Errand

No Title

Daemon Targaryen

Fire on Fire Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: You are not only the youngest daughter of House Lenaerys, one of the purest Valryian families from Volantis, but also a trained fire mage with a bright future ahead of her. After you shipwreck, however, and land on the shore of King’s Landing in Westeros, you wake up in a dark room with a mysterious man keeping an eye on you by order of a foreign king.

She's My Wife Summary: Daemon can be considered the rogue prince, cruel and greedy. But not when it comes to you.

No Title Summary: Daemon Targaryen being protective/jealous of his wife who is getting unwanted advances by Otto Hightower.

The Dragon and the Rose Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.

Control Summary: After Prince Daemon kisses you in the courtyard of the castle, your father, Otto Hightower, confronts you about it. An argument leads to him becoming physically violent, and you storming out of the room crying. Daemon finds you, however, and when he finds out who left that red mark on your cheek, he immediately seeks revenge.

Three of Spades Summary: You were bethroned to viserys, so naturally for daemon, you were the only complication from getting the Iron Throne.

The Things You Do For Love Summary: Daemon shows you that he’s the only person for you, literally.

Tame The Dragon Summary: After Daemon returns from Stepstones, he takes a fancy to you.

Dragon Rider Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Your father was a proud man, he cared more about himself than he did his children. After a lustful night with the Prince, you are left with the consequences of both of your actions. What will the proud Otto Hightower do?

You'll Be Waiting In Vain Summary: "Go back to Dragonstone, husband." You order coldly. "You've spilled your seed."

In the Shadow of your Heart Part 1, Part 2 Summary: The reader openly pines for Daemon, but he always brushes her off until one day, she stops bothering him.

Like Violence, You Have Me Forever and After

A Dragon and Its Rider

A Doe's Trap

Quite The Surprise

King Of The Narrow Sea Part 1, Part 2

Twin Flames

For All We Know

Three Years

The Miracle That Saved Them Both

The Wolf And The Dragon Part 1, Part 2

The Way Fate Works

You Saved Me

The Dragonkeeper

The Threatened Heirs

Punishments and Happiness

The Dragon's Anger

Do You Love Me

Prize of His Hoard

No Title

Aemond Targaryen

The Missing Piece Summary: You find out he has a bastard.

A Woman's Power Summary: After Aemond hasn't touched since your wedding a month ago, his mother calls you into her chambers.

Bloof of the Dragon Part 1, Part 2 Summary: You are taken prisoner by Aegon II and kept in a cell until he calls for an audience, during which you find out that your mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen, has agreed to a peace contract between the Blacks and the Greens. You, as Rhaenyra’s heir, are to marry the eldest, unmarried son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent; Aemond Targaryen. This is an unwanted surprise for both of you, and you find it hard to make an effort. But when Aemond takes you to your dragon for a ride, seemingly against his brother’s wishes, you slowly begin to find comfort in his company.

The Dragon and The Doe Summary: You were betrothed to Aemond since he was nine and you were fifteen. You have never liked the idea until you meet him again nine years later when he pays you a visit on his dragon.

Detachment Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: Aemond not only breaks your heart after so many love promises, he also breaks his betrothal to you without any justification and announces his betrothal to a baratheon girl. Now you will be married soon too.

Monster

Reconciliation

Pretty Thing

Secrecy

God's Eye

Strong Words

Just Like You

Ever Since

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My Hero Academia

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Bakugou Katsuki

Midoryia Izuku

Baby Assignment Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Class 1-A has been assigned to take care of fake babies for an assignment! This assignment will be helpful for hero work and other skills as well. Some are wary of this assignment, especially the pairing. You got paired up with Izuku.

Endeavour

Honeymoon News Summary: Spending your honeymoon at your beach house and getting caught by paparazzi, seeing it on TV makes Enji want to claim you more.

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Hey girl, you still alive? I'm just checking in on you!

How sweet of you 🫶🏻

Yeah, I'm just in a writer's block with 5 open projects and no motivation to finish them. Can y'all please give me the kick in the ass I need? 🥲

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I've just recently come across your blog, and I'm obsessed. I'm not sure if you are currently taking requests of any kind, but I'd like to leave this here anyway.

What about a Yautja x fem reader oneshot/headcanon where the reader is a wildlife photographer. She displays so many important skills for hunting, like tracking, stalking, remaining undetected etc etc. Yet she's not a hunter. She's just a photographer. So this Yautja, who's chilling on earth on a lone hunt (ig a vacation considering the planet earth isn't REALLY known for having super dangerous animals for predator standards), or crash landed on earth and is just hunting to fill in the time when he's not trying to fix his ship (depends on you) is utterly dumbfounded by her and her purpose as he stalkers her about. Maybe they meet because he needs to rescue her?

Idk, it's just a thought, I see a lot of people either write the reader as super competent or super incompetent, so why not add a happy in-between for once? Feel free to use whichever of your ocs you feel like fit the prompt the best because I'm not the MOST familiar with them quite yet.

~thank you~

Now THAT'S an idea I can work with! It's as realistic of a plot as it goes considering it's about hot aliens. Nothing out of character, nothing too silly. I absolutely love it, thank you! And you know what? I can fulfill the wish of some people who asked for another Yautja OC with your request. Since your idea doesn't fit into Mi'ytiar's story line, we'll need a new male. I love it!

But I will have to give you a heads-up about when I will write and post it. Since "The Huntress" I had literally no motivation to write and I have no idea how long it will last. Maybe I will take a break/hiatus for some time. But I really want to turn your request into a fic, I really do. It will just take a while.

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howdy! I recently read your “Where do you think you’re going” story and I want to say:

Nice 👌🏻

it was great! Would you consider writing a pt2? No pressure. I just liked it :)

Howdy to you too!

Thank you so much for reading and liking it!

Some people already asked for a second part, but I never thought about it since I never thought the fic would get any attention 😅 For now, I don't think I will write a second part. I have no clue about what the plot might be and I'm busy writing in another fandom. But maybe some day I will suddenly get an idea and start writing.

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I wasn’t sure if you take requests so if you don’t please ignore this!! I was wondering if you could do a blooming family chapter where the reader somehow gets pregnant and gives birth to a human baby that looks a lot like her? no worries if not, I love your work tysm!! 💗💗

I'm very hesitant with requests, but there are two or three people who inspired me with their ideas. It's a 50-50 chance my brain starts working, really.

Anyways, the Blooming Family series is finished and now I only write around it, so before and after the plot of the series. I think someone already requested a human baby, too, but I won't be going there. Human babies are too boring and ordinary for me.

BUT! There is a fic in my drafts - not finished yet - that has a human baby in it in some way.

I hope you're not too disappointed. I'm very sorry. But thank you so much for reading my fics, liking them and feeling inspired by them 🫶🏻

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The Huntress

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: It's the first time you and your mate go on a hunt after your pregnancy. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: Mild Smut, English isn't my first language Word Count: 4.412 After the Blooming Family series

⇨ I wanted to post this yesterday already, but I got a little distracted as something terrible happened last night in my city.

⇨ The long awaited hunting trip is finally here! I apologize for the long wait, but a writing slump is the most horrible thing for a writer.

"Oh, come on, my little star. Say Mama." You pouted down at the pup in your arms. "Ma-ma."

Toyah, who seemed to be displeased that you had your hair in an updo and therefore couldn't touch your soft and shiny strands, wasn't listening to you in the slightest and instead reached up to your head with grabby hands.

"Mama, Toyah. It's Mama. Ma-ma." You tried again, but except for whine, you got nothing back from him.

A rumbling sound that could only be your mate's laugh caused you to look up with a displeased look. Mi'ytiar came closer to you until he felt Toyah's wiggling form press against his stomach and securely placed his hands in the dip of your bare waist, looking fondly down at the both of you.

"Yawne, he will not talk. Not for a while." He grunted, his thumb stroking your soft skin. "Took Akail one year."

"I know that. I just want to finally hear his voice, hear him talk." You sighed. "Remember when Akail started speaking?" You asked him with a starry look in your eyes as you looked up at your mate.

Akail as a toddler in itself had been chaotic, a whirlwind in his parents' lives, but Akail as a toddler who had just learned the ability to speak? It was mostly loud nonsense, but you found it endearing nevertheless. Every now and then, you could understand a "Mama" and, after some time, even a "Papa". You were mostly fond of the times when he would sit on your chest, hands on your cheeks, and he would just start chirping with the occasional "Mama" in between his words. That had been his version of informing about his day.

Mi'ytiar grunted in acknowledgment and his hand left your waist to reach up to pet his son's head. He had grown in the last three months, albeit only slightly. His skin had grown in intensity just as his eyes. His teeth were now tiny little spikes and the tusks of his mandibles had gotten sharper. The rest had stayed just the same. But his personality had grown as well. Like his older brother at that age — fast on his tiny legs, a combination of crawling and unsteady stumbling on his feet — he loved to explore his environment. Once, you had found him sitting outside with the Hell Hounds, even though you had put him to bed five minutes earlier. You didn't know how he had managed that and you had to hide your grin when you scolded him.

"Go?" Mi'ytiar asked with a purr and you let out a hum in agreement.

Your mate and you had planned this trip for a while now. You had been sick of it, doing nothing but lazing around in your nest with your pup as your companion to bridge the time while your mate was busy with leader business and your eldest doing his own duties. Mi'ytiar's overprotectiveness had reached new heights and you were barely allowed to leave the nest to go to the bathroom to relieve yourself without him hot on your heels. To his credit, you only needed one intake of air in one certain way for him to suggest the hunting trip before you could start your rant.

Now, you were dressed in your hunting attire similar to the one your mate was sporting. A metal chest-plate was sitting on a layer of leather that covered your body like a top but kept your arms and midriff free. The metal of the loincloth hugged your lower body like panties did while a cloth that was attached to it covered your backside, going from one hip to your other and was triangular in shape.

Everything was tailor-made, though it had been altered from time to time. The beautiful design, the carvings and the feminine touch hadn't changed at all, but your pregnancies had taken a remarkable toll on your body, with your breasts growing bigger and your hips wider.

The only thing that stayed the same was the wrist gauntlet adorning your right forearm. It wrapped around your arm, beginning at your wrist and ending near the crook, so you weren't restricted in bending it. You had a matching forearm vambrace on your other arm, though this one was merely armor. The gauntlet was a petite little thing and your preferred choice of weapon. It looked like any other gauntlet the Yautja used, though it was modified significantly. You only needed it to hunt, so most of the usual functions were removed.

Mi'ytiar placed a hand on the nape of your neck and guided you through the door and out of your home. After a short growl, the Hell Hounds stayed put. They had excitedly greeted you with wagging tails but now let themselves dejectedly sink on the floor again to lie on their stomachs.

The walk to the docking platforms for their ships was calm, though you sometimes cooed back at Toyah in answer who had started to babble. Here and there, you stopped for a few minutes because some of his people had to inform their leader about this or ask him about that, but you didn't pay them any mind. You only did when a Female approached you to take a look at your pup and you presented him to her like a proud cat mother would with her kitten. The Female chirped at him and complimented his development. You would have spent hours chatting with her and about what a precious boy your pup was if not for your mate to gently stir you away.

You stopped again at the ship that was readied for your departure under the watchful eye of Akail. You never understood why they needed to make such a spectacle out of it. You would only go hunting for a few hours.

"Akail." Mi'ytiar addressed his son who turned around to greet his father properly, hands on each other's forearms and forehead pressed together.

"My little warrior." You chimed in. "Are you excited about your alone-time with your little mei'hswei?"

Akail bristled before he let out a grunt you would label as a "Yes." It was more than you would have received from him two months ago. Your eldest still had some resentment towards your youngest, but the murderous glint had disappeared from his eyes since your little talk a while ago. It took him baby steps, but steps nonetheless towards a better relationship. Toyah was oblivious to his brother's displeasure about his short existence and behaved like he always did with his family, with happy shrieks and grabby hands.

There had been this one moment where you had coincidentally stumbled upon Akail holding Toyah in his arms, pointing towards one of the skulls on the walls of your home, showing him their father's trophies. Toyah, of course, didn't understand one word but was simply happy to be near his brother. You had to quickly compose yourself and walked backwards to not disrupt this wonderful moment. It was like there was a conflict inside Akail that told him to continue disliking his brother for what he did to you, but after your talk, there was a voice that told him to try, as hard as it might be.

You smiled up at Akail and handed Toyah over into his arms. He gingerly took him — you had to bite your lip to not comment on how he suddenly knew how to professionally hold the pup as if he had done it before — and looked down at his little brother in disdain.

Grinning to yourself, you continued, "I already fed him, but if he should be hungry again, go to Zakui. She also knows how to change him. Right now, he is still full of energy, so I would suggest bringing him to T'ihtuial who watches some pups of other Females when they're too busy. He will tire himself out on his own. And should he actually grow tired, then put him in his crib and turn the small light on. Oh, and don't stop keeping an eye on him." You said and watched him to see if he understood. "Don't. Let. Him. Out. Of. Your. Eyesight." You empathized every word because you knew Toyah would find a way. He was determined like that. "He seems to like being anywhere but where you want him to be."

After another grunt, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on Toyah's cheek and another on Akail's forehead after he leaned down for you. "Bye, my boys. Be nice to each other and behave, alright?"

"Bye, Mama." Akail rumbled while Toyah only gurgled a laugh.

With a smile, you turned around and met Mi'ytiar halfways who placed a hand on your lower back, his scales rough on your soft skin. Together you entered the ship through the ramp and he wasted no time starting the engines and taking off.

Thanks to the autopilot, making the ship fly to its destination on its own, you could easily make yourself comfortable on Mi'ytiar's lap. You talked, exchanged sweet nothings, and snuggled with each other. It had been quite some time since it had just been the two of you and without any of your pups. The only time you did have your togetherness was once in a blue moon at night when everyone was asleep. Well, when most were asleep because most certainly didn't include Toyah who, like his brother in his toddler stage, needed to spend even the nightly hours with you. It was exhausting, but thankfully, the only downside of pups at his age.

"Where are we going, my love?" You asked him after a while of playing with his fingers, stroking his knuckles and massaging his palm.

"Yiulk." He answered with a soothing rumble of his chest, showing just how relaxed he was after God knows how long it had been since the last time it happened. "You remember? You hunted Wikki before carrying Toyah. You really good at it, yawne. Very proud." He purred and fondled your nape, his claws playing with the tiny hairs that had already loosened from your updo.

You smiled with a soft blush dusting your cheeks, mumbling "Charmer." before sitting up with your knees on his knees and your arms snaking around his head to hold the back of it. "Makes me want to give you one more. Right here, right now." You purred seductively, twirling one of his dreads around your pointer finger.

Mi'ytiar was about to reply, but the nav started beeping and signaled your arrival. Turning around in his lap, you could see the bright green-colored forest planet that was Yiulk. There were no humanoid beings living on the surface, only animals ready to be hunted. There were over a hundred species living there, both predator and prey, and you loved the various difficulty levels those species offered. Some were as simple as a sloth and some a little harder like a cheetah. And they were so fascinating, you loved to stay back and watch them, study them. If you had the equipment — a camera, paper, a typewriter — you would write a factual book where each and every one of them had their own double-page.

You readied yourself for the landing and quickly exited the ship with Mi'ytiar in tow. You were greeted by a wall of trees, standing so close to each other, it was a miracle he found a landing spot so easily. You took a deep intake of air and were immediately hit by the sweet aroma that emitted from the trees around you. Mi'ytiar had told you about them on your first hunt on Yiulk and he had seemed rather amused by your amazement, which was no surprise because Earth had looked so dull to you for a very long time.

The ground was soft as you took measured steps forward and through the jumble of trunks. Your eyes were fixed on the dark, earthy forest floor as you scanned it for traces of whatever animals you would find first. The environment was ideal for Shuxxi. The air was humid, the trees were covered with their preferred moss, and if you stopped in your tracks and pricked up your ears, you could hear the sounds of splashing water. Your best guess was to follow whatever source it was coming from as Shuxxi loved swimming and deep waterholes were rare on Yiulk.

You continued on your way, slowly and quietly.

While your mate preferred the chase, you put your strength into stealth. Rather than barreling towards the prey, you stayed back and observed their behavior, even killed from a distance. And although Mi'ytiar's fingers were already itching, he held himself back when you climbed up the large rocks that had emerged behind the trees after walking quite a distance. You slowly crawled up and to the edge until you had an overlook over the area to where you had tracked your prey.

You smiled at your success as your gaze wandered over the small herd, from one to the other. They were pretty for something that looked like a mix of deer and sheep. You could at least discern seven of them, a male and six females, all of them nibbling on the bluish moss growing on the trees around the clearing.

You looked down at your wrist gauntlet and skimmed through the different projectiles. You chose your favorite one — spike-like arrows of razor-sharp metal that were the size of an unused pencil and as thick as your pointer finger. You lifted your arm to aim at the one standing the farthest away from you. You enjoyed challenging yourself again and again when you were hunting a species that was already familiar to you.

And for today, you had chosen easy prey, so it wasn't that challenging. They were child's play, but something to gain back the mobility and stamina you had lost during your pregnancy and bed rest after giving birth.

You were about to pull the trigger, your aim secure on the grazing animal, when you felt a warm breath fanning against the side of your head and a hand on the back of your thigh slowly traveling up under the cloth attached to the loin cloth. You wiggled your hips and tried to throw him off, but when you only got a deep rumbling back — a laugh, probably — you shot him an angry "Mi'ytiar!" through gritted teeth.

"Distraction. Typical in environment like this. Need to get feel for it." He only grumbled against your ear.

His body was now pressed to yours, practically lying half on top of you, with his face nuzzled into your nape. You could feel him tug on your tied-up hair until it was hanging loosely down your head and he could bury his face into it, inhaling your scent. His hand snaked around your waist and to your stomach, pulling you back into him.

"Concentrate."

You tried, but your arm had gotten a little shaky as well as your focus.

"Mi'ytiar." You said slowly, warningly, when you felt his hand dipping lower.

"Shoot, yawne." He growled into your hair and started to rut against your thigh.

You let out a growl of your own, used the only part of your brain that was still able to work logically and took your shot. Your prey dropped dead when your arrow pierced its eye, killing it instantly, and spooked the rest of the herd that soon took off.

You rolled to the side and away from Mi'ytiar's rutting hips. You gave him a mean look with glinting eyes before you climbed down the rock and quickly approached your prize. You looked it over. Maybe you could use the gorgeous black fur with red speckles as another cushion for your nest. You already had four of them, but another wouldn't hurt.

"You did good." You heard Mi'ytiar behind you.

You only needed to stand up and turn on your heel to find him looming right above you. You wanted to give him a little piece of mind after he almost made you miss your target, but he looked so deliciously feral right now that the words died on your tongue. His eyes were wild, his chest was heaving and the muscles of his chest and stomach were twitching and contracting. You wanted to jump him at this very moment.

"You know…" You purred and pressed yourself against him, dug your fingers into the flesh of his hips, and pushed him backwards against one of the nearby trees. "I believe this was one of the possible scenarios where we created our firstborn." You mused, your voice taking a lower pitch with every word. "Hunting, me killing something and then you fucking me against a tree, filling me up so much that your seed dripped down to my ass and on the dirty forest floor."

Mi'ytiar let out a roar, grabbed you by your shoulders, turned you both around, and pushed you against the tree trunk.

You groaned, but not because of pain. Whenever he would manhandle you, use his brute strength to put you in whatever position to his liking, it turned you on a little more and reduced you to nothing but the basic need of graving him buried in your depths.

Patience was never something for Mi'ytiar when you were the only thing on his mind and instead of going through the process of opening the buckles that connected your thigh-high boots to your loin cloth, he just ripped them apart and tore off the pieces of metal and leather that hid your dripping arousal. Your hands immediately flew to his own covers, disparately pulling and tearing on them to free the throbbing piece of muscle that must be hiding behind it, but Mi'ytiar gripped your wrist.

"No." He groaned and pulled your hands away.

"But-"

"No."

Mi'ytiar might crave you, but he didn't want to mate with you just yet. "Three months." Cahrein had said to refrain from mating with each other to let your body heal after birthing Toyah. Those months were already over, but he wanted to be careful. Your body was a treasure, so magnificent, so beautiful. He wanted to give you all the time you needed and more, no matter how tempting it was to see it nakedly sprawled across the furs of your nest.

You reached for his loin cloth again. You could at least please him with your mouth, feel his heavy manhood down your throat, taste his heady aroma, and get drunk on it. You were desperate for him and you wanted to feel him inside you, even if it wasn't in the way you wanted for months now.

But Mi'ytiar once more pulled your hands away from it and instead lowered himself down on his knees. He grabbed you by the thighs and hoisted you up against the tree until your pussy was on eye level with him, placing your legs on his shoulder until you were practically sitting on them.

You hissed when the tusks of his mandibles dug into the skin of your ass cheeks and pelvis as they clamped around you after opening them up. Your breath hitched when you felt his own hitting your already dripping and twitching folds, and your hand grabbed ahold of a few of his dreads, keeping you grounded both on his shoulders and in the moment.

"Mi'ytiar…" You mewled.

And Mi'ytiar immediately listened. The tip of his tongue darted out and gave your folds one, two, three licks before it circled around your pulsing clit. Greedily, he lapped at your leaking hole before he plunged his tongue into you, wasting no more time, and groaned when your sweet ambrosia filled his mouth.

Meanwhile, you were a quivering mess on top of his shoulder. With your one hand already seeking support by holding onto his dreads, your other hand had reached up and above your head to dig your nails into the bark of the tree. Your eyes had fallen close and your head had lolled back. Your thighs trapped his head between them and you used them to push him impossibly closer to where you needed him most. Your hips rocked against his mouth, seeking for more.

And Mi'ytiar was soaking everything up as he ate his fill. You looked stunning in this very moment. Your face was flushed, your mouth parted, lips glistening with salvia, and your eyes were squeezed shut with the occasional twitch of the eyelid. It all made him even hungrier and he started twisting his tongue.

"Oh my... ahhh, Mi'ytiar!" You moaned, dragging the last syllable of his name out into a long, high-pitched squeal.

When your grip on his dreads tightened before you pulled on them, he growled into you, the vibrations adding to the stimulation and making your back arch. His tongue drove deeper and the deeper he got, the thicker it stretched you out.

"Tanhì… I’m…"

You couldn't even finish your sentence. With a scream of his name, you came as your thighs tightened around his head. In the orgasmic bliss that hit you like a train, you faintly heard the pitiful whine Mi'ytiar groaned into your depths and, therefore, almost missed it. Luckily, you didn't and thus, you immediately knew. You could tell by the signs when you looked down through half-lidded eyes — his claws digging into your thighs, the jerky motions of his hips, the unsteady up-and-down movement of his chest from heavy breaths.

He'd just ejaculated from eating you out.

You didn't need to see the evidence dripping from his loin cloth covered crotch. You knew because it hadn't been the first time it happened. No, there was this one moment decades ago when Mi'ytiar and you slowly but surely got to know each other on an intimate level, step by step. You had explored your bodies and discovered the multiple aspects of mating together. For someone who had no lips and no mouth per se, he had made you cum harder than on the rare occasion when one of your former lovers reluctantly agreed to pleasure you with their tongue. And Mi'ytiar, who never had tasted the paradise between a Female's legs, came across the furs and blankets after your sweetness hit his taste buds mere seconds earlier.

"Tanhì…" You purred and placed your hands on either side of his head to pull him back a little.

He retracted the tusks of his mandibles where they had been digging into your skin, eliciting a hiss from you, and tugged them back to his face. You smiled softly down at him when he nuzzled his face into your belly, purring in content, and you put your hand on top of his head, your thumb stroking his forehead.

You couldn't wait until you would finally be able to truly mate with him again.

When you went back home — after hunting down the rest of the herd to bring food back to the clan — you were greeted by a grumpy-looking Akail who dropped his little brother into your arms when they reached out to greet him, wanting to hand back the responsibility to watch over the pup as soon as possible.

You had asked him if something happened and the only thing Akail said was that he had found the little parasite in the most impossible places, although he had just been put into his crib throughout the few hours their parents were gone. He had found him in your bedroom, in the bathroom, outside with the Hell Hounds once again, and crawling down the path to your home. There even had been a Male with little Toyah in his arms at the clan leader's abode, asking Akail what the hell the pup was doing at the landing platform next to one of the Scout Ships.

You actually considered strapping Toyah to your chest every hour the day had to offer at that moment.

You looked down at the pup resting in the crook of your arm. "You are a little troublemaker, hm, you little rascal? You made it so difficult for your big brother, didn't you? Put him through so much trouble." You cooed down at him.

You and Mi'ytiar started walking side by side, his hand securely placed on your waist. The ship you had used for your trip was taken care of and the hunted prey was being carried out of it to store it. Your mate offered nods to the Yautja of his clan who greeted the three of you on your way home, but his attention was rather occupied by you and his son who was babbling nonsense. Until…

"Ma!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked down at your pup with wide eyes.

He did, didn't he?

"My little star, what was that?" You asked, barely holding in the bursting happiness. "Can you say that again? Did you say Ma?"

Toyah was looking at you, beautiful yellow eyes partly closed from the — what you called, although it was pretty unlikely — smile. He was babbling more and more non-coherent stuff before another "Ma!" slipped from his mouth while he reached out to your face with grabby hands.

It may be just another random syllable mixed with the other typical chatter of a three-month-old pup, but to you, it was a win.

"Yes, Toyah, Ma! It's Ma! You are such a clever little boy, aren't you? My sweet and clever boy!" You praised the pup before you turned to Mi'ytiar with a smug grin while he looked down at you with what looked like an amused glint in his eyes. "That's two for me, my love."

He then watched you continue on your way home, listening to the receding exclamations of "Such a clever boy, my Toyah!" and "Already knowing how to say Ma!" and that familiar warmth bloomed inside his chest. It happened with every smile, every crinkling of your eyes, every caress of your soft hands on his skin, the sound of your voice.

He chose good, he chose right to have you as his Life Mate. Even without pups, you were an incredible enrichment to his life. The way you treated him, appreciated him, loved him, he could not have been luckier. And after you brought your two wonders into his world, it only confirmed his beliefs that you would be a great mother, too.

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