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yautjalover · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the Yautja who don’t hunt and keep society running. I ended up writing this short female reader x male Yautja. I hope you enjoy it.

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Mating a Farmer Yautja 🪴🌾

Being the only human aboard a Yautja clan-ship was stressful. You had been taken for amusement from the small colony you lived in when you were the sole survivor of a Xenomorph infestation. There were many giant aliens all around you, watching with their predatory gazes, never giving you a minute of solace. It wasn’t until one day that you accidentally walked into a room full of plants that you found your happy place.

The ship had its very own farm in a large space in the center. It was wide and rectangular with every spare inch covered with vertical columns where alien plants grew in. Long basins lined the walls, teeming with many colorful flowering plants that had varying smells that were new to your senses.

Some of the flora were exotic, spicy, sweet, and even ones that smelled bitter. The ones with blue flowers smelled like a spicy mint while the yellow tulip-like ones smelled sweet. As a farmer and botanist yourself, that having been your job on the colony, were excited to learn as much as you could about this alien farm. There was even actual dirt in various parts of the floor where short metal strips kept it in.

The dirt was earthy and damp beneath your fingers. It was dark in color but smelled like home.

Back on the colony the farm you tended relaxed your nerves and helped bring an inner peace that nothing else could. So, of course, you visited this room often to escape the stares of the aliens. Here there were only the plants and a plant couldn’t openly stare at you like you were a freak.

It was one fateful day that your peace was shattered when one of the Yautja walked in carrying a metal container. You stayed hidden in a corner behind a pillar watching the alien pull various items from the box.

They were huge like all of the others, their dreadlock tendrils falling a little past their clavicles. Their hide was a rich muddy brown with lighter mottling of green. Like the other Yautja, this one wore a loincloth but this one’s a green that contrasted nicely with their coloring. Compared to the others, this one was appealing in a way.

You watched as they quickly got to work tending the many plants in the room, watering each one when completed with a hose they procured from the wall, the long black tube never-ending. At some point they came to the pillar that was your hiding space, prompting you to try to make your escape before they noticed you.

It was, however, in vain.

They blocked your route of escape and stood there with an arched brow, their head cocked to the side slightly. Eyes as yellow as a Buttercup peered down at you with curiosity.

“S-sorry. I just needed t-to get some peace. I’ll…umm…get out of your hair.” You mumbled, keeping your head down in submission to avoid their eyes. You steeled yourself for the coming anger but it never did. There wasn’t even a single growl.

“Plants peaceful. Ooman stay. Other Yautja thinks ooman annoying.” They struggled with the pronunciation, a large hand coming to pat your shoulder gently before they got back to work.

You smiled as you watched them pull weeds out of a bed of a big leafy green plant, their claws manipulating the soil.

They continually came back every other day. This was their job, they said. They were a farmer and must tend the plants to keep the clan fed. They taught you some basics when you one day asked to help, sharing that, you too, were a farmer back on your colony. You both bonded over your shared love for plants, teaching each other about techniques you liked to use.

Eventually it came to receiving small gifts from your farmer Yautja. Instead of skulls, like you had come to see was traditional, you found different sorts of flowers left on your cot.

You slept in a small room meant for a child, so anyone could access it, including your Yautja friend.

After so many gifts, you decided to give your own. It had taken a lot to get over the fact that they were the same species that had kidnapped you and that they were an alien interested in wanting something more with you. When it finally did click that you wanted something more, too, you left them a bountiful bouquet of Earth flowers you had grown in your room. You had luckily found the seeds somewhere in a storage bin and decided that this was how you would accept them as your mate.

It was late one evening when you were enjoying the quiet of the plants when your Yautja strolled in, your gift in hand. Their yellow eyes found you in your usual corner and dropped to their knees.

“Mate?” They asked, their head cocking to the side.

You smiled, a blush coloring your cheeks, “Mate.”

Something darkened in your now-mate’s eyes before they threw you over their shoulder and carried you to another secluded corner. There they claimed your body as theirs, your bodies joining at last, surrounded by the flowers and sprouting veggies.

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barkspawn · 1 year

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Would you be up for writing Sebastian and Amelia getting stoned together? >w>’

Let's play: how obvious is it that Tori has never been high?

this was fun tbh

Amelia had never actually made edibles before. She'd had them, sure, but making them was hard only because she didn't often bake. She was pulling the tray of cookies out of the oven, her phone held between her shoulder and ear. She groaned as she waited for Sebastian to pick up. Just as she was about to give up, he did.

“Hey, what's up, Ames?”

“Hey Seb, are you busy?”

There was a long pause, a small clattering of metal, and a whispered, “ow, fuck,” before Sebastian responded, “sorry, no. I don't have to be. What's up?”

Amelia couldn't hide a small laugh that escaped as she leaned on the counter, “you sure? You sound a little preoccupied over there.”

He gave a sarcastic laugh, “I was just working on my bike. Keyword: was. What do you need?”

She looked down at her cookies, which looked pretty good. She sighed, “come over? I'm stressed and made–”

“Alright on my way. Need me to bring anything?” she listened as he lit a cigarette and closed the garage.

“You seem a little eager over there,” she teased, “no, I made some edibles though... So you'll have to be my taste tester.”

There was a long pause. She thought he hung up until she heard the sound of him taking a drag of his cigarette, “you weren't going to open with that?”

She laughed, honestly relieved, “I tried, sir. But you got a little excited there.”

“Ames, I didn't even know you liked to get stoned,” he hummed, likely through another drag.

“You guys were talking about it, and I don't know,” she shifted the tray to a cooling rack, “I usually assume people in small towns get shitty about it so... Hurry over.”

She went to hang up, but heard him call,

“Hey, wait. Is everything good? You don't really ever admit to being stressed.”

“Yeah, I mean, I'll be fine. Part of me is also curious about high Sebastian.”

He huffed, “I'll be there in five.”

She laughed as he hung up, moving to unlock the door before going to sit in front of her tv, scrolling through shitty movies.

Seb knocked before walking in, “hey, Ames,” he stepped in, closing the door behind himself before realizing he failed to wash his hands after working on his bike. Yoba, how desperate could he make himself look?

He walked over to the kitchen, washing his hands in the sink there as he looked over the cookies, “first of all, they smell fucking amazing. Even if they were plain, honest-to-Yoba cookies, I'd be fucking stoked.”

She stood and laughed, walking over to him with a genuine smile, “a couple of things, Sebby,” she teased, his cheeks fading pink, “first of all, you are covered in grease, which is super flattering because you came here so fast you didn't even put your hoodie on.”

He looked down at his shirt, frowning, “maybe I didn't feel like it,” he crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter.

She laughed, holding her hands up in surrender, walking over to the chest by her bedroom, “says the man who wears his hoodie in the middle of summer,” she teased, pulling the hoodie he loaned her a few days ago out and offering, “but here I am to the rescue again.”

He took the hoodie and unfolded it, “yeah, yeah. Thanks, Ames,” he pulled the hoodie over his head, arching his eyebrow, “you washed it.”

“Uh, duh…? I was in the pouring rain, of course I did,” she made her way to the cookies and offered one to him as she took one with the other hand, “now succumb to peer pressure and eat.”

He laughed and took the cookie, “I vaguely remember someone telling me to ‘just say no,’ but you seem trustworthy,” he took a bite, furrowing his brow, “alright, these are dangerous.”

She nodded, chewing her own with a hum.

They both had two before deciding that they should wait before going crazy. While they waited, they sat on the couch, a shitty, stereotypical romance movie playing in the background. They mostly chat about nothing, poking fun at one another as they often did.

It honestly didn't feel like too long before it hit them. Amelia was watching the movie on the TV, giggling at the ridiculousness, “seriously, why is it always ‘city girl goes to hometown and meets a hot guy who she falls in love with and stays for’? It's a little silly,” she looked over at him, biting her lower lip to stop herself from laughing at the look on his face. Granted, she'd often get giggly when high and was ALWAYS embarrassed later. But she never cared in the moment.

What she didn't remember was how cuddly she got. She'd just have to behave. Easy.

Sebastian, on the other hand, grew pretty introspective. He often became hyper-fixated on something, though his attention was torn between her and the movie, “Ames, if you fell in love, it'd literally be your life.”

Despite her laugh, she felt her cheeks grow warmer, “and who the hell am I gonna fall in love with?”

Sebastian rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “Dunno, is that something you really get to choose?” he started, settling back into the couch, “I feel like if it's something you chose, it wouldn't be love. Just a decision you made.”

She watched him as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “you sound like you think about it a lot,” she hummed, mimicking his stance, “are you in love or in a decision?”

He laughed, rolling his head to look at her for a second before turning his attention to the movie, “hard to say and I used to be.”

“Which is which?” she nudged him, his eyes once more finding hers.

“Used to be in a decision. Everyone said it was going to happen, so it did. We didn't work and we knew it.”

“Abigail?” Amelia asked without thinking, Sebastian giving a small nod, “and what's hard to say?”

“A conversation for another time,” he reached over and playfully pinched her cheek as he stood and walked to the kitchen, though he felt like he was floating if that was even the way to put it, “you got any snacks?”

She giggled at the pinch, smacking his hand away before sprawling across the couch, “got some chips on the top of the fridge that I'll eat if you don't.”

“Fuck that, I'll eat ‘em,” he grabbed the bag and headed back to his seat, where she now lay, “if you be nice, I'll share. And don't think I won't move you, Ames.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, her comment cut off by the bag of chips hitting her chest and his arms lifting her torso up just high enough to sit under, letting her upper body rest on his.

Maybe cuddly me won't be an issue.

She giggled as he moved her, opening the chips. The arm around her reached into the bag and took one, feeding himself over her head, bringing forth another wave of giggles.

“Oh, you want one?” he joked, grabbing one and holding it for her jokingly, “I'm not gonna feed you but figured I'd be nice this time.”

She ate the chip happily before shifting to comfortably lean against him, her head ending up resting against his, “you're super warm,” she hummed, “this okay?”

He gave a nod, his arm tucked around her waist. Absently, she traced little stars on his knee where her hand lay, getting distracted by the movie.

After a long moment, he put his other hand over hers to stop it, “I'm not ticklish, but that's quite distracting.”

She laughed once more, relaxing as they both focused on the movie. After a while, he shifted, trying to get comfortable.

She pouted, leaning up a bit, “do you need me to move?” he shook his head almost too quickly before gesturing toward the couch.

“Nah, move over. I'll just put my legs up.”

She bit her lower lip and shifted back, laying at his side.

“Comfy?” she hummed, her head resting on his chest.

“Very much so.”

They lay like that through nearly two movies, just fixated on the crappy plots, dropping in their two cents every so often, sending Amelia into another giggle fit. Somehow, she ended up half-wrapped around him, idly playing with the string on his hoodie before groaning and burying her face in his chest.

“Why does this one have to be a farm town? It's like… Like an alternate reality with sweet, sappy shit,” she glanced up at him, surprised when he was already looking down at her. She was going to ask something, but the thought was gone. They both turned their heads to the TV as the love interest, Tyler, was introduced. He didn't really look like Seb… His hair was lighter (though still a dark brown) and he wore a flannel, of course, but she pointed at it nonetheless.

“Seb, tell me you heard that. What he said,” she looked down at him, eyes a little wide.

He had, but he didn't want to say it. So he raised his eyebrows, shifting to get comfortable with his back slightly propped up, “if I did I forgot. What was it?”

She looked at the TV as she told him, “he used to want to move to the city but found there's a lot at home to stay for…”

He watched her face, wondering if she knew he didn't plan to leave, not now.

She turned to look at him, tracing little circles on his chest, “he's you if you planned to stay, Seb.”

“He's definitely more attractive, look at that guy,” he frowned, though not serious.

“Nah, at least, he's not my type anyway,” she hummed.

“I can't decide whether to pick on you for implying I'm your type or telling you I'm not leaving,” he joked, not really meaning to share the whole bit there.

Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him, looking over his face for any hint that he was joking.

After a moment, she whispered, “you're staying in Pelican Town?”

He knew it was the right decision when he didn't hesitate to say yes. She smiled, wider than it had been before resting her head on his chest to watch the rest of the movie. He idly played with her hair, which she never realized could feel so incredible. The credits started to roll as the movie ended as they always do: in love in the hometown at a wedding. If they're feeling adventurous, there's a kid.

She turned her head to look at him once more, eyes scanning his face, stuck on how vivid his eyes were at the moment, almost like a lightning storm, but never violent, always comforting.

She offered a small, sweet smile, “you're staying…”

His smile matched hers, “I'm staying.”

She leaned in then and kissed him, the movement lazy and cautious, like he’d change his mind at the wrong move. When she pulled back, she searched his eyes, the feeling of his lips lingering, leaving her whole body like a live wire.

Someone told her that kissing, touching, and especially sex was incredible when high, though if this was from a simple kiss, no bells or whistles, she wouldn't be sure if she could handle it.

His expression seemed to be trying to figure out if that even happened at all, though the goosebumps over his entire body was proof enough that it did.

He looked down at her lips, noting the shape of them, the fullness of her lower lip, the small freckle just above it on the left side. They both moved closer then, Amelia pulling herself further up his body to make it easier to get lost in the simple, lazy kisses.

Like walking on eggshells, he tentatively touched his tongue to her lower lip, making her breath hitch at the new sensation. He pulled back, concerned he crossed a line, but she chased the kiss, humming in approval against his lips, their tongues lazily exploring as she moved to run her fingers through his hair. Every so often, one of them would fail to stifle an approving or appreciative groan.

Playfully, she pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, his eyes falling closed as a breathy whine escaped his lips, his cheeks turning a darker crimson as he worked to catch his breath.

“I'm sorry, I just… Making out with you is… Blowing my mind.”

She laughed, pressing sweet kisses over his face, “you feel it too then?”

He nodded, his swollen lips tilting up in a smile, “well, judging by how much it took for me to stop, I'm going to give a solid yes.”

She watched him for a long moment before speaking, “did you kiss me because we're high?”

He shook his head, “no. I've thought about that for a while.”

“So.. Why'd you stop?”

He blinked, meeting her eyes, “because you feel incredible and… We are very high.”

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