#A'jiadh

[yaut-jaknowit]

Trio of bad bloods obsessed with their human mechanic. So much so that said human has no choice but to live on their ship because they'd be dammed if someone else touched you! (Not that the human is complaining, lol) The human is smitten :3 perhaps said human teases them to break the sexual tension?

Scared to come off anon still, but I adore your works! ♡

Not A Bad Sight

Pairings: Mai'tuiudh (Male), A'jiadh (Male), Zaikeh (Female) x Mechanic!Reader

Word Count: 2179

Summary: The same trio always shows up every month, sometimes even shorter. You've come to learn more about them both in contact and in passing. You work on their ship. They do ask for you by name. You get their craft operating every time. The longer this goes on, the less the trio wants to let you go.

Author Note: This is a fantastic idea! I loved writing this so much. Also, this gave me an idea for anons. For those who are using Anon, could you use an emoji or even a nickname to distinguish everyone. Another thing, I promise I don't bite! If you want to jump into my Dms and rant about Yautjas, I'll be right there with you

Masterlist

Ao3

Sweat dribbled down your forehead. The heat of the place nearly overwhelming if you hadn’t grown use to it day in, day out. A small electrical fan spun on the highest setting and blew slightly cooler air at you. Not too much of a difference. Someone would have to pry the thing out of your melted, sweat hands before you would give it up though.

With your forearm, you swiped away the offending salty drip of water and continued to tighten a bolt. This was such an easy fix, one any of those hunks of meat could easily do themselves. They are known to get their hands dirty.

Those large muscles you knew had to take years to perfect aren’t a sight you would turn away from. Said muscles could easily unlogde this moderate size space rock, pull the damage panelling up, then replace it.

Not even the hardware underneath the panel was damaged. But nope, the trio came sauntering and always asked you by name. Your boss could care less. It earned her money. Money in both of your pockets was a job well done. Though, you came by honesty with them and let them know this was more trouble for their pockets then it was worth to have you fix. All of them insisted you fixed it, trusting their ship in your hands.

For whatever reason, they always wanted you to make all the repairs on their vessel.

Said vessel was sleek, clean, a speed class with just a hair of defense to take a hit or two. The speed came with its downfall when it came to space junk or debris. That’s why it’s here right now.

A grunt surpassed your lips once the last bolt was secured. You proudly smirked down at the completed work then hoped off the wing.

This ship was a beauty to work on. Yautjas rarely let anyone work on their ships. So, to have an opportunity like this fall into your hands. It would be stupid to pass it on to someone else. Especially seeing all three of them walk out of the shop to pass the time. You hated to see them go but the sight was beautiful.

Like the countless times before, you send a ping to Mai’tuiudh. He’s the leader of the bunch. Well… ‘leader’. He takes charge during the transactions but it’s A’jiadh who chats you up. Then, there’s Zaikeh. The lumber giant even to the other two. A female from the pieces of information you’ve been able to pull about Yautjas and their societies.

Due to the day winding down, you stayed up at the front desk and waited for your familiar customers to walk through. A tablet in hand to keep yourself busy until then.

It’s a rarity to see a female, that you know of from personal experience and the universe wide web. The reason is unknown to you but maybe you could pull the information from one of them one day.

Of course, who knows if the Yautjas are purposefully removing knowledge of their inner workings. They don’t actively seek out other species and stick to their own. A forward going species with a serious attitude that hung to the very depths of their DNA.

A soft ding pulled you from your device and glancing at the only door in and out of this place. In walked the trio you’ve grown to know. You stood up and dipped your head in greeting. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customers,” you greeted with a knowing smirk, your eyes finding Mai in the front.

Said male strolled into the front area and stopped at the counter dividing the four of you. His partners in crime followed in after him and paused at his sides. A’jiadh leans onto the stone tabletop and pushed closer to your personal space. There was a glint in his eyes you’ve grown to learn. He’s a cheeky little fucker and loves to see you act in any submissive way. You didn’t know if this was him personally or a trait among the Yautjas being such a dominant race.

The others showed the same trait but less of an amount. Just in causal passing, you guessed.

Before Mai could have the chance to speak, A’jiadh beat him to the punch. “So, dollface, everything fixed up for us or were you wanting to see us again for encouragement? Because I can give you all encouragement you could ever ask for,” he teased and leaned even closer to you.

Countless times around the forward Yautja, you’ve learned to just stay where you at. You huffed and rolled your eyes. “You know you could’ve fixed this yourself. You have all the right tools. Nothing was damaged,” you voiced the situations details again with a helpful tone.

Despite not falling into his tricks, A’jiadh wasn’t discouraged at all. No matter how many times you ignored the flirty comments he would throw at you.

Mai shoulder checked the mottled olive green Yautja to the side and fully stepped up to the plate. “How much?” His voice was gravelly and sent a shiver down your spine every time.

You grabbed the tablet off of the counter and scrolled through the list of customers until landing on them. The price was something you would never be willing to pay for something so simple that a child could do… if they had the strength to get the bolts off. But these are Yautjas. Probably the strongest known species that traveled the universe.

Labor and materials do cost a pretty credit around here though. You’re the best known in the system.

A heft sigh pushed the air out of your lungs. You set the tablet on the tall counter in front of him. “Well, it’s gonna be a pretty five-hundred and six credit repair,” you said and pointed towards the bottom of the page where it was typed out.

A’jiadh ‘oo’ed then lifted one of his upper mandibles, resembling a human-like smirk. “Pretty like you.” You raised a single brow at the Yautja before you put your hands on your hips, jutting one out.

“Love, you couldn’t handle me,” you said and shook your head to feign discouragement to the Yautja. It’s not like you wanted them to give up. No, instead, you wanted them to chase. Predator vs prey.

Fire blazed to life in his teal blue eyes. You weren’t oblivious to their intentions. Far from it. You knew their game as the hunters their species is known for. A game you were more than happy to play along with. But it’ll be a hard game. No easy mode.

“Is that so?” he purred out, muscles tensing as if he was readying himself for a hunt.

Before the game could continue between the two of you, Mai handed back the device. “All paid,” he interrupted and rested an elbow on the high counter afterwards. Your gaze jumped over to him. You took the tablet back and set it off to the side.

“Well, come on folks, your chariot awaits.” They’ve been back here so many times that you didn’t necessarily needed to lead them but decided to anyhow. Again, you would love to be on the other side of them. All of them walking away.

The door opened to reveal the massive hanger with many other vessels in here for repairs. Always busy, always working here. A shop that does good work always has an influx of customers. That’s this shop.

Closer to the front of the line up, sat their beautifully crafted ship. You loved to work on it every time they brough it in. Stunning in style and sleekness. You could never get enough of it. A smile worked its way onto your face before you stopped and about faced. “Here’s your beauty. Everything checked out. I got bored and ran a check on all the systems to ensure they were working properly. No issues. I’m happy to say she has a clean bill of health.”

Zaikeh stopped at your side, facing the ship. She looked down at you. Like usual, the black scaled Yautja stayed quiet and observed you within the silence. It freaked you at first but you have come to learn that’s just how she is.

“Got any questions for me?” you asked the trio before fully releasing the ship back into their care.

A’jaidh chirped and crowded into your space. You didn’t back down and enjoyed his heat brushing against your skin. A better feel than the sweltering heat the hanger gets on average. “What would it take for you to come with us?” he questioned.

Out of all the times you’ve interacted with them, these words surprised you. Your brows shot up to your hair line. Your mouth sputtered for a moment to find the right words. “W-what do you me-an?” Come with them? In what way? You don’t travel very often. The shop keeps you busy and happily wealthy to live in a comfortable apartment by yourself in a safe area on the planet.

He moved closer, your chest to his midriff. You didn’t see it happen before you felt another source of heat trap you to A’jaidh. “I think you know what he means, little one.” The smooth voice of Zaikeh met your ears. You could melt into a puddle from the heat inside of you, boiling your blood to steam.

“Like go with you guys?” you needed clarification before agreeing to anything. All this talk, this game you’ve played was in its last quarter, you had to make the last goal to win.

“Be our mechanic. Only ours. We’ll keep you safe, fed, and pampered,” Mai whispered into your ear, surprising you from his sudden appearance. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to escape. They caught their prey.

You.

“All you have to do is stay with us,” Mai muttered softly in your other ear, somehow moving around quickly. He was showing off his prowess and abilities as a hunter. “Be our mechanic. We’ll take care of you, little ooman.”

Your heart stuttered in its bony cage. You swallowed down the lump in your throat and gave the idea a thought. The ability to reach for the stars, go anywhere with them. Yeah, the shop was fun, the money was good. But this here, was an opportunity you would die for. Kill for even. Three Yautjas wanted you. You wanted the three Yautjas.

All the plays you endured while playing this game with them is paying off. You swallowed your nerves and straightened your spine before looking to the side at Mai. He was the leader after all. “I’ll go with you,” you accepted, couldn’t deny the way your body vibrated with anticipation and anxiety.

A Cheshire-like grin spread across his alien face. “Good, because it wasn’t a choice. You’re ours. No one is allowed to touch you or even look in your general vicinity,” Mai growled and brushed his knuckled against your cheek.

“Yeah, we aren’t below kidnapping you. But, we’re glad you’ve decided to come willingly,” A’jaidh joined the conversation.

Kidnapping?! “You were going to kidnap me? That doesn’t seem very honorable. Wouldn’t that break your honor code?” you questioned and tilted your head.

The hand that brushed against your cheek snatched your chin to lift up your head. Mai’tuiudh stood up tall before your form. “Honor? Oh sweet thing, we don’t care about honor. We are Bad Bloods after all,” he admitted. Your eyes widened at the realization that these Yautjas aren’t part of the majority of their species society. Instead, they’re the rouges who’ve broke their promise and honor. There was nothing holding them back from killing you.

And you loved it.

The two Yautjas pinning you between them finally backed off and allowed you to have some breathing room. Mai kept his hold on your chin and dragged you closer to him. “You’re ours now, ooman.” Then Mai let go and motioned towards the ship. Without complaint you happily skipped towards the belly of the ship.

Just like them, you knew the ship like the back of your hand. You tapped in the code to lower the ramp and waited for it go fully down. A glance behind you showed they were following you into their ship. Nothing could wipe off the smile on your face. A new, exciting chapter in your life.

#predator #yautja #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #Mai'tuiudh #A'jiadh #Zaikeh

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Meet the Bad Bloods from Rising Higher. Their names are a lot more difficult then the other three. The one to the right is actually a female, I wanted to change it up

#Rising Higher #Bad Bloods #A'jiadh #Mai'tuiudh #Zaikeh #Yautja #predators #predator #yautja art #yautja drawing #female yautja

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Masterlist

Fluff - F Angst - A Smut/NSFW/+18 - M Suggestive Themes - S

Yautja (Predator)

Here's a collection of both male and female Yautja's. Most of my work is gender neutral. I always have it posted up with the pairings if that's not the case. I do have Lesbian and Gay stuff in here as well. Asks are open currently, just check my page before continuing. I do write a bit more than I should for One-shots so it might take time for me post your request. Enjoy the mess of my writings!

I've decided to make a Kofi for the fun of it! If want to buy me a coffee, there's a link right below. Please don't feel obliged to buy me anything!

Kofi

Gawtin (Female Yautja)

Vic'tao and Uihoy

Casey (Male human) and A'jiadh (Male Yautja)

We'ar-ow

Random Yautjas

#masterlist #vic'tao #gawtin #uihoy #casey #a'jiadh #casey and a'jiadh #yautja #yautja x reader #yautja smut #yautja x oc #predator

[yaut-jaknowit]

Masterlist for Casey and A'jiadh

This is a little different than all of my writings. A'jiadh a male Yautja who stumbles across Casey, a male ooman, in the forest he hunts in. This was a story I started in my writing class in high school. I don't touch on it very often but like to give it a some attention.

It's a story with a likeness to 'The Most Dangerous Game' you may have read in either middle school or highschool. I loved that story and decided to use it's general idea

I also have a Kofi if anyone is interested but all of my stuff is free. So have at it.

Fluff - F Angst - A Smut/NSFW/+18 - M Suggestive Themes - S

In Alone, Out Together - Part 1 (F) Out Together, Molded to One - Part 2 (M)

Not the Worst to Happen (F)

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #Casey #casey and a'jiadh #A'jiadh

[yaut-jaknowit]

Out Together, Molded to One

A'jiadh (OC Yautja, male) x Casey (OC human, male, they/them)

Word Count: 4523

Summary: Over their time together, Casey and A'jiadh grow close, very close. Casey is conflicted on their feelings, with an alien. Yet, that didn't seem to bother them later on. ;)

Little note: please use lube. Spit isn’t enough unless you want the pain, then by all means, go right ahead. Spit isn’t a good lubrication. For the betterment of both parties or more, use lube, please.

SMUT DOWN BELOW

18+ only

Minors Do Not Interact

Part 1 Part 2

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High above, the moon kissed the earth’s crest with soft light. Gentle, sweet. Something that could rival what went on below its bright eyes. The countless days that have passed with these two individuals have created something neither saw coming. Were they scared? Both were unsure. It was the unknown which gave them the right to be cautious and uneased.

A sigh escaped the human. Hours had passed yet sleep didn’t welcome them. To be honest, it seemed to repeal at them. Their dark eyes watched, pupils blown, the bright stars high above. The only thing that they could bare to stare at.

Except.

The human’s eyes drifted over to the green mottled beast close by. So many thoughts already popping up in Casey’s head at the sight. A couple causing a blush to appear. Impossible. Jade would never. He could barely speak English, and probably pities them. Another sigh passed their cracked lips.

They were destined to die in this forest; and they hadn’t accepted that yet. Their family back home… Had they given up their search? Had they even found their crashed plane? Or did they think Casey was also under water, similar to their co-pilot? Did they even care?

That struck home.

Tears were already prickling the corner of their eyes. No matter the tally marks, it was painful memories to think of their life. Now, past life.

Finally, they rose. Their eyes snapping over at Jade – the syllables far too complicated to speak – and watched him for a few long moments. No changes in his breathing or even twitching from his eyelids. They needed a distraction. Jade maybe a little concerned if he doesn’t find them in their original spot but the human couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights.

Unlike their hometown, the jungle came alive. So many noises and shadowy movements.  If they were anyone else or smart, in general, the human would’ve most likely stayed with the apex predator for the rest of the night. But desperation can drive someone to do an action so unlike them. This human wasn’t any different.

And they knew the former fact. No matter how long they’ll stay in this jungle be it to mercy or a miracle, seeing it this way was scary.

Birds would chirp, cawing and screeching. Bugs would chitter and creak. Apes and monkeys howling and grunting. The true predators were silent though. Everyone knew this and also knew to be careful, timid at each step.

So did Casey. Multiple days has Jade shown the human where traps laid. Many would leave them wounded significantly. A death that they wouldn’t accept. They rather be killed by Jade then by a tension trap set up by the beast. One wrong step and the human could lose their life to something easily avoidable.

Water canister in hand, they reached down and allowed new water to enter the holder. The liquid washed their cool hands, a small refresher. One that made the human to take in a deep breath. Their lungs expanding fully, nose filling of the jungle’s scents.

This walk had calmed them, but they didn’t feel like returning, just yet. Something inner told the human not to. Why? They had no clue and weren’t about to disobey an instinct that’s kept them alive this long.

.

Countless days passed. No end in sight. Not that the human was looking for. At this point, it became hopeless. All they had was Jade.

Speak of the devil, the creature’s eyes were watching them closely. Casey squirmed in their spot. Was something wrong? Had Jade changed his mind? Did he no longer wish for the human’s presence? That thought made their tense shoulders to sag, not in relief unfortunately. Was this thei- Jade stood in front of them. Easily towering over them.

They craned their neck back, eyes gazing up the massive creature. But it wasn’t fear that swelled in the lower pit of the human’s stomach. It was further south.

But the creature stayed put. His unblinking eyes watching, staring, looking. This caused their gaze to drift down. “Luk. Meh,” his grumbly voice spoke. They heard his voice under a dozen times over the course of at least three weeks but this time, it effected the human. In a way that extremely embarrassed them. A blush swiftly making its way to grow on their face.

There was a couple moments of stillness between the two. Then, Jade half growled, half purred – a noise they heard even less. They tensed on the spot. Had they done something wrong? This had to be-Jade’s rough and textured hand gripped their chin with a timidness never seen before. He simply lifted Casey’s head, a movement they didn’t fight.

This forced the human to gaze up, no other option but to stare up at his blazing sea foam eyes. They gulped; a lump swallowed only to return. Then, the human noticed something detrimental.

The log they had sat upon gave them about a foot of leverage. It was perfect to be crotch level with the brown clothing encasing Jade’s waist. They swallowed hard again. No other option but to gaze into Jade’s burning eyes. They darted across the human’s face multiple times. To the nonalien, it seemed to be searching for something that they had no clue on.

Jade moved in the opposite direction that Casey thought he would. They were further encased into the musky odor. It wasn’t the most pleasant but there was a scent hidden that drew them closer. Something that Casey didn’t know they were doing until it was too late.

Another husky growl pierced the tense air, one a knife could cut through. They couldn’t help the shiver that raked through their weakening body.

It couldn’t hurt? What did they have to lose?

A sharp talon dragged across the human’s face, leaving the skin turning red. Without meaning to when the digit stopped on their lips, they allowed entrance to him. They sucked on it, careful of the sharp claw attacked to the end. Jade’s orbs darkened in the jungles light, his body wounding up like a spring.

Two out of the four talons pressed dangerously against the human’s soft, supple skin. Not that Casey was scared about Jade injuring them. “Good,” he rumbled. His voice strained, his free hand turned into a fist, shaking at his side.

Casey pulled back. A string of salvia connected the two of them. “Are… are you,” but they couldn’t finish their words. Neither could their eyes meet Jade’s. No way. They couldn’t, Jade wouldn’t do that with them. Would he?

Without another sound, the beast wrapped a hand around Casey’s neck and swiftly pinned him to the jungles floor. Sticks and rocks dug uncomfortably into their back at the new position. “Jade!” they gasped, their hand grasped Jade’s wrist. “What-what-what are you doing?!” The mottled green creature purred softly, limb still encased their throat.

“Wan’,” he grumbled. A powerful leg pushed the log away and gave room for him to take a knee between the human’s legs. Arousal protruded in the air, incredibly strong to the Yautja. His tongue came out all on its own, scenting the wonderful smell all over again. He purred again.

Dark eyes widen at the words spoke in the quiet jungle. No, they didn’t hear him right. Impossible. “You, you want me?” they squeaked, shoulders scrunched together as their hands played in front of them.

He rolled his eyes, tresses swaying and brushing against their soft skin. Human words didn’t come to him, instead, his head dipped. The alien before him tensed underneath his hardened body. All he wanted to do was show them what he could do. “But why?” Casey dared ask.

This burly alien who was a master hunter was before them, asking them to… Their cock twitched in their cloth pants. Unfortunately, their hips also jutted up slightly, but the movement didn’t go unnoticed. Much to Casey’s disappointment. And, they stopped their struggles. They’ve been stuck out in this jungle for at least four months. Hormones were to be blamed. Yeah, that was it. Their hardening penis didn’t agree.

Another roll of bright eyes was their answer. “’Alk ‘oo mush,” Jade stated and bent his face to be closer to the human. Any other Yautja may have been disgusted at the sight but to him, Casey was worthy to breed.

Arousal overwhelmed his senses, causing his hips to hump dryly at the leg between them. Paya, if the majority of his kind, either male or female, were to scent the human before him. They would whole heartily agree with his actions. They smelled so good. What about taste?

But he couldn’t, not yet. Casey was worthy. A’jiadh stopped himself, eyes gazing up to the human’s peering down at him. “Do yoo wan’ meh?”

God, Casey just wanted the earth to open up and swallow them whole. Their ears couldn’t believe what was just said. A whimper escaped them. One that Jade responded well to. He nuzzled his brow against theirs, bright eyes watching them. Their hips thrusted up again, a futile attempt for friction, for relief. Those words of agreement threatened to escape. It was far too humiliating, especially to say it something nonhuman. What were they about to do?!

Jade growled but didn’t move. This was worse than that female that had led him on for days but never allowed him. His code enforced into his mind since birth. They maybe human, didn’t mean he couldn’t respect them. “’eak.”

This time, it was hard to decipher what their alien friend was attempting to speak in their language. Their head tilted. Leaves and twigs crunched underneath them. They shifted their whole body to ease some of the discomfort. Which Jade pressed himself against Casey more but then backed off. If they didn’t want, he couldn’t force himself upon them. No matter how much his penis ached in his sheath. But he a needed answer now, for his sake. “Answer.”

Huh?! Jade wanted Casey to say it out loud. Can’t he see how much they want him. Fuck them, Casey thought. Their head thumping against the jungle’s leaf littered floor. A whine beginning to build up in their throat. “Okay! Okay, I want you too. Please,” Casey broke, eyes gazing up at the bright blue sky. A flock of birds flying above in the distance.

That’s all that A’jiadh wanted. A snarled pierced the energy filled air. A’jiadh’s mind screamed at him with victory. Finally! Finally.

“But how? There’s no…” Just get it out. “There’s no lube.” It felt like they were having a heat stroke from both internal and external forces. Fuck. God, they wanted him. At this point, it was undeniable. The tent growing in Casey’s pants was clear to the both of them. Casey’s mind was going wild, thinking of how many of their kinks were about to be checked off.

A deep, scratchy chuckle followed their words. Jade finally released the human’s neck, giving them opportunity to fully breathe. But he didn’t leave, Paya no. He would never. His partner didn’t need to know just yet. He may want a fuck but Jade was going to savor this sweet piece of meat before him.

“Jade? Buddy?” Casey questioned, their eyes unable to leave Jade’s face.

A’jiadh groaned at the use of his name – mostly – and lifted his head. Then, the predator struck.

One hand simply grasping Casey’s two far above their head. Sharp tusks grazing against tanned skin. A long, snake-like tongue tasting salty flesh. The feeling one they hadn’t experienced in a long time. Their reactions direct evidence to that fact.

“Oh, Jade,” they whined, back arched in a futile attempt for more attention. Goosebumps expanded down their arms and prickled across the expanse of their chest.

More purrs erupted from the creature’s chest. The strange vibrations rolled across their skin like waves and reached their perky nipples faintly. “Jade, lick-lick-“ come on, just get it out- “my nipples. Please.” The rumbling only grew deeper.

His tongue dragged over the human’s skin towards what they requested of him. Right before he touched it though, Jade pulled away. Casey’s eyes snapped open. A pathetic cry escaping their mouth. “Hey! What-“ Two fingers were shoved into the human’s mouth. “Mpf!”

“’Alk ‘oo mush,” he repeated then let his tongue circle the dark patch of skin that had hardened long before consent was given. The high-pitch whine only stirred awake his cock. Not yet, his mind supplied. It would hurt them, not in a good way.

When A’jiadh deemed a point had been made, he pulled away his mouth, receiving another noise of compliant. With the hand encasing Casey’s wrists, Jade let go to rip away the cloth pants he made for them. The human fought against him but it was too late; the pants were thrown to the side. Another whine, one that he ignored. Humans and nudity. The Yautja would never come to understand.

He removed the two fingers. “That wasn’t necessary,” pouted the human. Jade only chuckled at the words then got to work.

With their free hands, Casey finally was able to let them roam over the tough hide of Jade. Mild grey tresses brushed against their stomach, almost drawing a giggle from them. The strange dreads were warm against their skin. It captured their attention. To the point that Casey reached out and claimed one in their hand.

Jade completely stopped moving besides his hips jutting again. His eyes nearly closing at the soft, delicate touch of the human’s paw. And Casey caught on. “You like this, Jade?” They leaned up to rest on an elbow, ignoring a twig digging into the soft flesh there. Their thumb stroking against the strange textured hair. Jade purred louder, claws scratching against their thigh. “Oh, yeah you do.”

A dangerous look over came Jade’s lustful expression. It caused Casey to freeze, eyes watching the predator.

Then, he moved rapidly, desperate.

No warning at all. Casey was bent in half, forced to return their upper back against the ground. “Whoa!” They yelped out, hands scrambled for purchase but only to be filled with leaves and dirt. The part of their back that wasn’t baring most of their bodies weight was partially resting against a hardened body.

Sharp tusks, with mindfulness, scratched against the tensed flesh of their ass. “Ca-careful of the teeth!” Jade rolled his eyes, tongue finally licking up the human’s right check. They returned with a shuttering breath, one that he was looking for.

The lubrication from his sheath would aid them but it was better to safe than sorry. Something his mentor taught him. A’jiadh did wish he had thought about this before hand or made a stop at his ship.

It was far too late though.

When the first swipe of a tongue ran over their entrance, they tensed. One of their hands found Jade’s thigh and their blunt nail dug into the hard muscles. Jade moved closer; their bodies now pressed against one another. “Relax.” They did their best against the muscle now pressing against their hole. “Good.” That caused Casey’s dick to jump. Jade chuckled.

Their other hand came up and was about to wrap around his aching cock when it was slapped away. By accident, Jade’s hand hit their weeping dick. “Oh, fuck!” Their hips harshly thrusted forward even at the awkward angle.

One of A’jiadh’s upper mandibles lifted. Then, he truly got to work on his prize.

No matter what, Casey needed more than the tongue against their hole. Even one stroke of their penis would have them coming. Just one. And they tried twice, each time a harsh slap to their intruding hand. Both incidents result in more cock slapping, but it wasn’t enough!

Nearing the end of the torture in A’jiadh’s, Casey’s hand on his thigh began to wander. Not that Jade paid attention; not when he had his prize on his tongue.

Slick like a sly snake, Casey’s hand dipped into the waist band of Jade’s shorts. The predator thrusted his hips forward at the movement, tongue slowing for only a moment. Their limbs continued until it found a slit which caused them to completely freeze. What.

A’jiadh was female?! Then why was she…? This absolutely confused the human beyond belief. And Jade noticed. He pulled away to stare down at the human, head quirked to the side. Their hand still on his slit. All within reason, he pushed his hips to pin the hand.

The head of his cock began to emerge and pressed against Casey’s palm. At this point, the human eyes looked to be on the verge of popping out. One thing that Jade didn’t understand for a few moments. Then it hit him. His eyes were drawn up to the similar appendage close to his face. Then he chuckled again.

“This isn’t funny! I’m really confused on what you have,” they whined and struggled to get out of the predator’s grasp. Which, Jade does let go only to stand up.

Now, with the massive alien towered over them, they couldn’t help their cock jumping at the sight. Jade didn’t stand still though and began to undress himself. The knot on his right side undone to get rid of the cloth that hung mildly on his hips. Next, he simply got off the metal plating that protected his testicles before he dropped the loincloth.

He stood in all of his glory, every scar and little wounds bared to the worthy partner he was about to breed. The head of the softly glowing green cock pushed further underneath the amazed gaze of Casey.

“A sheath. Goddamn, I’m too stupid for my own good,” they muttered and got to their knees. Leaves crackling underneath them.

Casey timidly reached out, rough hands wrapping around the clearly alien cock. Green, glowing, and the lower end twitched with more movement than they’ve ever seen before. He looked to be modeled off of a canine’s cock, knot and all but the soft spikes that ran down each side was one give away. They easily felt the strange fleshy scales that lined the bottom of his penis. Alien. Completely alien.

The predator reacted in a way that pleased them. Hips stuttering against their grasp. He rested a hand against Casey’s head, fingers running through the locks. They were average for their kind but the sight of their hand barely wrapped around him made his blood sing.

Without another sound, A’jiadh snatched them from the ground held them. Both legs captured his hips, heels digging into the small of his back. One hand grasped the plush flesh of the human’s butt cheek and slightly spread it in the process.

Their hands scrambled for purchase, one wrapped around a tress and the other on his shoulder. The lubrication from Jade’s penis caused a sheen to appear by accident on where Casey grabbed.

Something warm and moving twitched against their hole. In reaction, they tensed, eyes wide but not with fear. They’ve done this before but this was… different. To put it in simple words. Jade purred, forehead pushed against Casey’s. “Gonna ‘ake care, good care of oo.” They trusted him.

“I know.” They rubbed their thumb against the grey tress. “You can go. I’m ready for you, Jade. Just go… go slow, please.” The predator smiled, tongue licking up their face.

Unlike the usual mating process of Yautjas, A’jiadh was gentle. The head of his cock pushing passed the tight hole and drew pathetic whimpers from the human. Ones that he drank up like sweet, sugar water.

He purred as well. Not steady. Instead, he stuttered and falter as he pushed on, hips fighting against the urge to bury knot deep in his ooman.

It’s not like Casey was paying attention to that outside world. For the most part, they felt that familiar pain that they’ve almost come know. Their hands clenched, white knuckling even after Jade stopped at the raised ball of flesh. “Good ooman, my good ooman. Pauk, am gonna breed oo. Mine.” The alien licked up the tears that Casey didn’t even know had fallen. His, now, free hand petting their back before slithering to their front.

The limb gently wrapped around the human’s penis, feeling it twitch underneath his touch. His purr deepened with a stutter when Casey clenched in reaction. Jade’s own moan escaping him.

To distract himself and possibly ease the human, he slowly stoked up the hardened dick in his grasp. Casey threw their head back, hips involuntarily thrusting against Jade’s hand.

An explosion of pain-pleasure shock through their body. But they weren’t ready. “Stop, Jade! Please, not yet,” they whimpered. The hand on A’jiadh’s shoulder pushed his away from their cock. It was too much. Jade immediately listened to them, going against his own body’s need. Instead, he purred his apology and kept as still as possible.

A gentle paw returned to petting their back in soothing strokes. The least he could do after pulling that stunt. Casey also had their hand go back to his shoulder, the other rubbing maddeningly against his tresses. Paya, they were lucky he had great patience. Or else Casey wasn’t going to be walking in the morning… to be honest, they probably won’t be anyhow.

Once all the pain had receded, Casey tested with a gentle roll of their hips. A pleasure-filled moan tore at their throat. He filled them whole heartly and pressed against a delicious spot inside of them. They gazed into the eyes of Jade. “Now, you can fuck me.”

A’jiadh snarled deep from his chest. But from past encounter’s he decided against fully ramming into the small ooman from the start. No, he carefully pulled out to the midpoint then slowly pushed back in. The human keened, the noise he consumed hastily. He wanted more.

The feeling of alien cock inside of them was something they don’t think they’ll ever forget. The spikes felt strange at first, especially when Jade would pull out but the friction felt amazing as he gained speed. Casey bucked their hips to the best of their ability, but the movement was thwarted when Jade stopped. “What the fuck?!” snarled Casey.

Any word went over the yautja’s head as he moved the human like his own doll. Both of their legs were casted over his forearms now. This position limited what they could do, what he wanted. Casey was going to take what he was given. He turned his piercing gaze down at the whimpering, horny ooman. “Oo will ‘ake wha’ I give,” he snarled and emphasize with a harsh snap of his hips.

Casey threw their head back again, now at the full mercy of their partner. A low groan passed their lips with the column of their throat exposed. An opportunity that Jade wasn’t going to pass.

His hips continued their punishing speed, hard and fast. Dangerous tusks spreading to encase the vulnerable jugular. He allowed his tongue to appear and lick a strip up the ooman’s throat. Salt tasted on the muscle and Jade licked again, savoring the shiver he received.

With his head buried underneath the human’s chin and cock repeatedly thrusting into the tight, warm hole of them, A’jiadh mewled. “Breed yoo. Gonna fill yoo, breed yoo, ooman. My ooman,” he rasped against their throat.

Their eyes shot open. Those words hit home. Casey’s hand moved down and wrapped around their own dick. A desperate moan leaving them. Their other hand clawed down a pec of Jade’s. The pleasure increasing at their limb. “Fu-fuck, Jade. I want you to, please,” begged Casey, the speed only building up more.

A breeze washed over them, the human shivered. Which the predator somehow drew them in closer. “Gonna ‘ake my seed, li’le ma’e? ‘Ake my kno’?” A’jiadh snarled and felt his knot growing in size. His instinct screaming to knot them, but not yet. Not yet.

“Yes, please! Shit, please, breed me.” Claws scratched against fine skin, blood droplets pooling afterwards. “Do wh-ah! Whatever you want!” Jade’s hand on their back came around, pushed their own away, and grasped their cock. That made them melt further into the mottle green creature.

With a snarl, A’jiadh snapped his hips all the strength his body possessed. The ball of flesh forced passed the tight ring and ensnared into the human’s body once and for all. Sharp deadly talons pierced their supple skin, blood freely flowing from the new wounds now. To finish their mating, he released Casey’s throat and latched on to their shoulder instead. The strong inner jaw dug his teeth to ensure a mark and scar.

Casey screamed, blunt nails digging into the flesh of Jade. The pain overriding any pleasure, but it wound their body up even more. Underneath it all, they faintly felt a great amount of pressure where the two were connected. Nasty thoughts that fit the situation filled their mind full. All of their muscles tensed and waited to snap at the next second.

Then, all they could see was white light and hear static. If this was being with Jade for rest of their days, they’ll die a happy slut. Bred and filled. They felt their body involuntarily twitch at that thought.

The first thing they truly felt was a comforting stroke down the length of their spine. Whatever they were pressed against vibrated soothingly that they almost drifted off in post-sex nap. But a sharp discomfort brought them back. They squirmed in place, it only increased as they grew aware to the surrounding.

A strong hand held them against the rumbling chest, forcing them still. “Calm. Don’ move,” Jade’s familiar voice grumbled. They whined, hips twitching against their will.

“It-“ they swallowed thickly, throat aching, “it hurts.”

A’jiadh’s purred increased. One of his hands went to Casey’s lower back. His other laid against their cheek, thumb stroking along their cheek bone. “I know. My kno’. Yoo small. I’ will go down soon. I’ve go’ yoo li’le ma’e. Res’.” That had to be the most words they’ve ever heard him speak. And the words, it made them smile gently.

Casey lifted their head and ignored the pain coming from their shoulder; it felt heavy but they powered through the wonderful exhaustion and discomfort.

The two stared at each other, both with glazed over eyes. “I never thought my dreams would ever come true, but looky here, knotted by an alien,” muttered Casey as their hand ghosted over the scar on his cheek then dragged a finger along the golden metal ring through his lower left tusk.

All they received was a breathy chuckle and a shake of the predator’s head. “Good boy, Jade… Good boy.” Then, Casey slumped against the muscular chest of Jade’s. The last thing they felt was cooling cum dribbling from them and Jade stroking their cheek.

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In Alone, Out Together

A'jiadh (OC Yautja, male) x Casey (OC human, male, they/them)

Word Count: 4201

Summary: A human gets themselves stuck alone in the jungle. They stumble upon something from stories, movies. The few times the two interact lead to something... interesting.

A/N: I decided to write this for my Creative Writing class... My teacher loved it and I got 100% on it. Also... there's going to be a part 2 but spicy, if you know what I mean. It's even longer than this.

Also, Casey’s name is only mentioned once. And there’s no mention of genitalia. So you could read this as a x reader if you want.

Part 1 Part 2

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A monstrous beast was perched far above on the largest tree within the area. Quiet clicks sounded from underneath its strange metal mask. The human down below them studied the odd creature. They were noiselessly hidden in the foliage around the base of the tree; or at least they hoped.

Whatever it was, the human didn’t want to face it in a battle. From the hidden spot, the monster looked strong and large. Thick, tense muscles lined its frame. Armor covered only a third of its mottled green skin. What worried the human even more was the two blades attached to its gauntlet. Then on the creature’s shoulder was a small cannon looking device.

Down the human’s spine, a shiver shook their bones. They froze though. The foliage next to them quivered with their movement. A curse surfaced inside of their mind.

Their eyes snapped up only to find the previously filled spot vacant. More curses, whispered into the moist warming air. Inside of their chest, the important organ pounded against their ribs. Sweat had already collected in their palms, but more surfaced at the sight. Questions already flying faster than light. Would moving be too dangerous? Or was their best bet to move, get away from the scene?

An odd amount of time past when they realized the creature was no longer around them. Their shoulders relaxed, a large sigh escaping them.

Above them, the sky was empty besides the blazing, hot sun. After this near encounter and wonderful adventure, the human was desperate to go back to their little cove. The heat was beginning to get to them. Sweat covered their skin in a sheet, uncomfortably. A small part of their brain was hounding them for choosing to come here during the hottest part of the year. Maybe, they’ll die of a heat stroke.

Even with the humanoid figure gone, the human was careful as be. Their steps light as they make it back to their camp. As one of their few talents collected over time, they were able to retrace their path.

About a two hour trek back, the human found themselves safely in the camp. Nothing had been changed, thankfully, nor moved.

In the center, a mildly well-constructed campfire had been put together in ten minutes. The main struggles of finding enough large, non-river stones to created it. Worst of all for them, it was about dark by the time they gave up on going any further. It was a miracle they weren’t eaten that very night by many of the predators that roam this jungle.

Luck was on their side for just that night, weeks ago. Ever since that night, they’ve been continuously screwed over tremendously. It seemed like they could never catch a simple break. One problem after another. Then, whatever was in that tree didn’t aid them in the slightest.

Inside, a primal instinct told them to pack up what’s necessary and leave. A larger, burly predator just moved in next door. This human may have not been the smartest bulb in the pack, that didn’t mean they couldn’t see the danger flash in front of their brain.

Yet, they set down their gear: bow and arrows, a compact knife made of stone, water canaster, and a ring tied to a necklace made from fiber. Before the human let the jewelry leave their grasp, they hesitated. Their knuckles turning white for a moment then it slipped to hang off a branch of a young tree.

Their lungs expanded fully. The human allowed themselves to nearly collapse on the ground, back resting against said tree. Even with their sore muscles and tired frame, they couldn’t get the earlier sight out of their mind. How could they? What they saw… was something out of a movie!

God. Their head hit against the trunk of the tree. How they wished they could see a movie. They could care less if it was at the crappy little theater by their old house.

Before they could forget, they grabbed the knife nearby and scratched a one-inch-long line into the spot above them. Next to many that they no longer counted. Small pieces of craving fell on them, not that they could care. With a shake of their somewhat short hair, it fell to the ground, easily forgotten about. The human stared down at the dirt.

In their hands, they mindless fiddled with the almost dulled knife before the call of thirst roused them. The human gathered the items had placed down little over two hours ago. Their feet carrying them out of their little camp called home.

It wasn’t much of a walk, the same old path traveled countless times. The walkway first carved from the animals then later taken over by the human.

Once they reached the minor, fresh water creek, they simply filled the canister with liquid. As the human stood, hand twisting the lid close, an idea came to mind. Observant eyes scanned around for anything considered a danger. Nothing insight.

With that, they stripped of the clothes that were created from fiber. The cool water met their feet first then slowly embraced the rest that could be engulfed. It barely reached their hips, not that they minded. Deep waters were dangerous, especially this far in the jungle.

Scoops of water washed over them in small bits until their entire frame was doused at least twice. Then, that’s when they finally deemed themselves the cleanest possible.

A few gulps later, they found themselves on the bank of the creek, clothes back in their rightful place.

The human was in the middle of grabbing their gear when a loud splash forced adrenaline to surge into their veins. Brown eyes blown wide for a few moments, scanning for the source.

Ripples of water rolled down the flowing liquid. From the time of the noise and how long it took for them to reach the human, it was time to go. They turned tail, hair unable to reach their face from how face they turned.

This time around, they were less careful, less timid. Now, like how nature would deem their species to be, the human had turned into prey.

This human made a grave mistake.

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In their rush to get away, the human failed to pay full attention to where they were going. It wasn’t until dark that they released a yell of frustration into the unrestful jungle. For just a moment, everything quieted. The human froze on the spot, heart thumping against thick ribs. That was the stupidest thing possible to do in their situation.

It was night. Night was dangerous. In almost a fit of overwhelming emotions, they choked on another shout.

Then, they felt it. Something watching them, eyes peering at their sweaty frame through the darkness. The primal sixth sense coming to aid them after the incredible idiotic stunt they had just pulled.

All of their muscles froze, unable to respond to the words shouting in their brain to run. If this was their end, they wished for a quick death. Actually, prayed for it. After so many weeks in this unforgiving forest, alone, the human wanted out. For them, death was the only way to get away from here.

Quiet crunching of leaves sounded, so close. All that was possible to see was the faint outlines of trees and ground foliage. The poor human could barely hear the noise over the rushing of blood through their ears. Yet, it was slowly gaining ground. Step by timid step. No, not timid. Something about the way whatever the predator stepped stated it held confidence. It was cautious though, an intelligent animal.

Now, that thought caused the human’s heart to stutter. Big cats didn’t have that type of walk, nor were they smart enough for that.

Finally, praise God, finally the human was able to take a step.

“Wait,” a nearly unrecognizable word broke the silence. The voice didn’t sound human. Far too grumbly, like someone struggling to say the four letters. Then, hushed clicking.

All the warning bells inside the human’s mind were going off all at once. Go. Go! It took all of their will power to turn tail and run away, again. Prey, their brain supplied. And it wasn’t well liked.

Stupidly so, their head turned back for just a spilt second to peer into the darkness behind them. Nothing stared back. Right as they looked forward, out of the corner of their brown eyes, two yellow dots flashed, like eyes. That only drove the human faster away from whatever was there. Whatever had followed them this far from the creek.

Lungs ached, brain feeling light, legs about to give out. The human found themselves miraculously back at camp, by the sun rising. It kissed their skin, further warming up the exhausted body and mind. This time, it was both welcomed and not. Now, if that creature came, it could be easier to spot. Yet, with light, harder came sleep. A win-lose situation the human couldn’t tell if they were happy about.

The creature could come for them while they slept. It had to know where the camp was. It was able to follow their fleeing form through the jungle in complete darkness. There was a high likely hood of the creature being able to track them down. A shiver ran up the length of the human’s spine, bones rattling.

They easily slipped the bow and arrows off of their body before resting against the tree. It was a mistake. Their eyes began to grow heavy. These past twenty-four hours have been extremely difficult for the human. To fight against the need sleep, pointless and futile. And the human was weak.

It was a soft wake up, not the greatest rest nor the worst; content. The human stretched their arms far above their head, hand knocking into their primitive bow, a small reminder to go hunting for food. Their stomach grumbled lowly as well. A sigh escaped them. How could they possibly forget to go hunting? It was a necessary thing to do. Now, their schedule was thrown off course. With another sigh, they carefully rose from their seat.

Before they could take a step though, they grab their knife and cut a new line into the bark. Deep breaths filled their lungs; an ache now resided in the overexerted muscles.

Another one, another day.

With the sun still low in the sky, the human grabs all of their gear once more. But something was missing. Knife, check. Bow and arrow, check. Water canister, check. Ring… The ring, it was gone!

As any sane person would do, the human searched all around camp. Turning up leaves and stones, looking over every possible within a reasonable radius. Nothing. Nothing. Nowhere in sight. Tears at this point began to built up. That was all they had left. Now, it was gone. They turned and slammed a fist against the nearest tree.

A hiss of pain escaped them. The human pulled back their hand to inspect for any damage. Only a spilt knuckle. A curse pushed passed their lips at the sight. This wasn’t good for survival. An open would in this environment could get them an infection. That could lead to death, a long, drawn-out end. God, they didn’t want to die that way. They’ve survived this long in a jungle where everything wants to kill them, including the plants. So stupid.

They grabbed the cloth from their former clothing and tied it poorly around the wound. It didn’t look half bad for someone who doesn’t have much medical training. All they could do was keep the injury clean and hope for the best. Nothing out here would aid the human, not that they know of.

With that situation over, they headed out, slightly weighed down by the nights former exhaustion and today’s gear. This hunt had to go as planned. No room for mistakes or it could be their last.

It was midday when the human was found up in a tree, like a predator, bow and arrow in hand. The latter already in place, just waiting to be pulled and fired.

Nothing had shown its self for the time being. The human was beginning to grow weary. Two full days without anything besides water was starting to get to them. Sleep could only do some much in this situation.

For just a thought, like many that’ve been brought to mind before, they wondered if this is how their ancestors felt. A verge of adrenaline in their veins, just waiting to release, like the bow in their hands.

Movement caught their eyes for the first time in over three hours. Out of their excitement, they pulled the bow tauten and aimed, the arrow still attached to the weapon. Already, they felt the ache in the muscles lining their arms and back. They’ve released their mistake a second too late.

Worst part, it was a Jaguar. The predator stalked through the forest with just a hint of care in its steps. Its frame much stronger than the human, they noted. The human eased the tauten bow to a relaxed position and held it at their side.

Yet, that wasn’t all.

The Jaguar stopped, ears  forward and head swiveled to its five o’clock position. Its tail and fur rising as well, an easy thing to read on its lanky body. Fear coursed through the human. If the predator was on alert, nervous about what it heard, that meant trouble for them. One: no food. Two: it could be that humanoid creature they earlier. Like they’ve stated in their mind, they didn’t want to meet that monster if they had the choice.

A low growl rumbled in the four legged predator. The Jaguar’s belly now grazed the jungle’s floor, ears continuously pinned to its body.

Instead of the bow, the human carefully unsheathed the dulling knife. It was much, let alone again a large predator but enough to do damage; especially in the right place. The human was thankful they took perch up in the tree. Yes, these large cats could climb them but height was an advantage. They had the high ground in this possible battle.

Their hands trembled as everything seemed to slow for just a moment before an arrow pierced the air. Made of a matte metal, the keen head easily struck the Jaguar in the side. From their position, it seemed to hit the heart perfectly. The predator collapsed after a moment, body eased against the soft grounds.

Now, it was time fear for their lift. Who else was out here with them? As much as they would’ve loved to shout out for another human, their primal instinct curved them to stay silent; eyes staring out into the dense jungle. But if it was the monster from before, its green hide would easily camouflage it. A curse sprung to mind. Their best chances now were to stay still and absolutely silent or else…

About a minute passed but it felt like hours to the human before more movement appeared through the brush. When whatever was there came to view, their heart didn’t just land in the stomach it went all the way to floor, a good thirty feet away.

The human’s mouth hung low now. It traversed over the grounds with a terrifying ease, thick muscles tensing and relaxing at each movement. Cursing flying through the human’s mind at lightning speed all over again. How in the world was it able to kill the jaguar with a bow and arrow with such precision. If they weren’t afraid before, now they surely were shaking in their boots. They were going to die. There was no way to defeat such a creature with what this human had.

From their spot, they watched it cross the grounds and stop before the lower predator. It knelt down next to it and place a large, clawed hand on the jaguar’s muzzle. A few clicks escaping from underneath its metal mask. Then it unsheathed a mid-sized knife and began to cut at its prey.

There wasn’t any way for them to get down from the tree at the point, especially with the monster so close now. So, all they could do was watch, watch and wait.

As much as their stomach rolled at the sight, their eyes refused to look away. And their stomach was cramping, hunger the most noticeable. Maybe they’ll leave something behind for them to snack on. This hunt had gone south, very quickly. A third day without food, it wasn’t going to end in their favor.

Further in the carving, the larger predator grabbed the base of the jaguar’s skull then pulled with all of their strength. Similar to string cheese, it tore easily from the body, skull and spine together.

A choked gasped escaped the human before they could stop the sound. Everything quieted besides the clinking from the monster before. Its massive head whipped up, the dark, long dreads decorated with metal smacked against each other. The two cold eye sockets stared straight up, straight at them.

Fear coursed through their body. Instead of stilling, the human accidently dropped the knife. It smacked against the thick branch they were perched on before dropping to the ground. Uh oh. The predator didn’t act, it stayed there.

On the other side, the human was scrambling to move. They were able to shimmy over to another branch, opposite to the first branch. From there, they spotted a close enough limb from a nearby tree. With a deep breath to help calm their nerves, they lunged.

But, it was a dead branch. It snapped easily underneath their weight. The branch and human fell, one falling quicker to the ground.

When the latter slammed into a ground, they stilled, besides their chest slowly moving up and down. That was the only observable to tell the predator they were still alive. First thing to come to mind was how stupid the human had reacted at the sight of him. With a shake oh his head, his locks swaying with the movement, he finished the rest of his cleaning. The skull and spine temporarily decorated his back.

Once finished, he stood to his full height, gaze returning to the unconscious human. Don’t, his mind commanded him. He could already see his mentor sternly shaking her head with disappointment. Yet, this human intrigued him for some odd reason. His mistakes have nearly cost him his pathetic life. He had survived through a lot of things though, the Yautja’s mind supplied. The human had been out here longer than he had been.

A grumbling of clicks sounded from underneath his mask. If the human were to parish, the Yautja felt like it would be a waste of possible potential skill.

He made his move. The predator grabbed him by his nape and simply lifted him up, not struggling. His wooden bow had broken on his first hit against the ground. At this point, it slipped off of his body, now forgotten about. He mumbled to himself some more before slinging the human on the opposite shoulder of his newly gathered meat.

The trek through the jungle was easy. He made quick, long strides. Thick legs traversing over steep hills and fallen trees. Before long, he reached his destination and set both dead weights down. One by an ongoing fire, the other in a pre dugged hole before the hunt. The Yautja returned back to the human’s side, his masking scanning him over.

Three cracked ribs, a concussion, and a miniature cut on his knuckle was all that showed. Nothing he could do about it with the supplies the predator had on hand. So, he left the smaller creature by the fire and trudged back over to his meat.

It wasn’t long, before the sun was setting when the human woke slowly, pain spreading through their body. Confusion lined their face, eyes blearily yet darting around the place. What had happened? Where… where are they?

An ache raced up their spine and chest when they sat up, a groan escaping their mouth. One of their hands rested against their forehead, now they could feel a headache growing the longer they were conscious. Yet, something deep inside of their mind told them they needed to get up. This wasn’t their camp, not the place they could considered safety.

The crackling of fire reached their ears. It caused their spine to completely tense. Fire? Now the smell of smoke wavered underneath their nose.

With a shake of their head, they were able to clear their blurry sight. Now, they were in some deep crap, chained and no way out.

Sound of movements behind them made the human scramble to their feet, eyes wide. They spun around to face… the monster. If it wasn’t for their tensed muscles, the human’s body would’ve collapsed right there.

It observed them, unmoving besides the small rise and fall of its massive shoulders. But, the predator didn’t attack. That didn’t the human was going to let down their guard so easily and also watched it. At the same time, they were looking for any nearby weapons. Anything that could do some sort of damage to it.

There, the carving knife from before.

As quick as lightning, the human snatch it from its spot and held the weapon mildly well. This didn’t affect the Yautja at all. They continued to stare at them which unnerved the human even more to point they lashed out.

Yeah, it was stupid. They knew this better than anyone but what else were they supposed to do. The human dashed at the predator knife ready to dig into the green mottled skin.

Right before it could though, the Yautja simply grabbed their hand. His other stretched out and wrapped around the humans neck. With ease, it lifted them off of the ground by their neck. They kicked wildly, legs striking at any point possible. But, the monster seemed unfazed watching the human’s pathetic attempt to fight him.

With a few more strikes, they finally realized it was futile and stilled in his grasp. He clicked. Then, his hand released the human’s small hand but plucked the knife out of from their hold. The predator sheathed the weapon then pulled something from a little pouch around its neck.

The human gasped, eyes wide and staring up at the monster. It offered the jewelry to them. “Take,” it grumbled, its word barely recognizable.

Hesitate, they watched the creature, a hand wrapped around its sturdy wrist. Finally, they swiped the ring from it and pressed it against their chest as much as possible. “Thank you,” the human whispered barely above a whisper.

They were gently place back on the ground. Now, the human stared up at the creature. Their heart had calmed, muscles relaxed at this point. Until it reached up towards its face and gripped the metal mask’s edge. Its other limb pulled two hoses from their spot; they made a hissing noise in reaction.

Then, the humanoid pried the mask away from its face. A gasp left the human at the sight, they took a step back, eyes scanning over its newly revealed features.

To be honest, it was horrifying to say in the least. This thing wasn’t from earth, no way.

Its four mandibles were a clear sign of this. Behind them, there was a small mouth with four fangs on them. The shape of its head was nothing they’ve ever seen. Even before it revealed its face to them, the shape was strange. The dome like forehead/head was a striking detail. But its eyes, they couldn’t look away once captured by them.

Two pairs of eyes watching one another until the massive predator turned away. He strode away, back to his meal.

At the sight of the meat, their stomach growled. Pink dusted their cheeks. It was time to go. A lucky chance of survival against a predator that could kill them. One thing they knew deep down, they weren’t going to get a second time.

“Come,” the creature commanded. They stilled and gazed behind them. It had its back to them as it strolled back over to its original spot. Once the creature sat down, he looked over to the human and motioned with his head. The thick, rubbery-looking dreads swayed with the movement. “Come.”

It picked up a small piece of meat and offered it to them. Hope bubbled in their chest and their stomach growled again. Without another thought, they walked over to him and grabbed the slab of meat from him. “Thank you,” they spoke their gratitude. For a moment, they were silent before holding out their hand out of instinct. “I’m Casey.”

There was a strange silence between the two. The Yautja returned back to the meat before him. With his head bowed, he grumbled something underneath his breath. “A’jiadh.”

They left it at that and went over to the fire. A well-placed stone was used to help cook the meat, one of the best meals they’ve had in a long time. It was all due to a companion.

#yautja #yaujta x oc #predator #short story #oc #A'jiadh #Casey #I wrote this as a short story #more than my teacher expected #male Predator #male human #they them

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Hello! This is not a request, just a mere ask about your OCs. Do you have a backstory for Mai or he's just roaming around to be occasionally used in different scenarios not related to each other? I'm invested in your stories, and seems like he's like a bad blood? a loner?

Taking the opportunity to say that I love your writings, have a nice day <3

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Mai sort of in-between those. He was part of a story I was planning a couple of years ago but dropped. He and his two other Bad Blood partners in crime skim past enforcers while dancing with fate.

Now, he's used for fillers when I need a name most of the time. He works along side Zaikeh and A'Jiadh. Zai is actually a female Bad Blood.

Thank you so much for the ask! I love when people ask questions about my characters. You guys are a great motivator for me when I get likes and reblogs.

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