Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader (nsfw) - Part Eleven - Final.

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Thank you to everyone who’s let me know how much they’ve enjoyed this ‘not-technically-a-yautja-but-basically-feral-predator’ story - I’m sorry it took me five months to give you the final closing chapter. Your support means more than you’ll ever know, and I hope you enjoy this ‘rounding off’ of things.

Content: after their somewhat emotional reunion, Big Red guides the reader into his ship and takes care of them, in more ways than one... There’s talk of bonding, non penetrative shower sex, messy alien cock/anatomy, and a lot of fluff. Wordcount: 2431

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw)

At the top of the ramp, you squinted your eyes a little against the relative brightness of the interior of Red’s ship, but you barely took in any of it as he guided you with his hand still at the small of your back through the corridors and doorways to his quarters near the bridge. By the time you halted, you were left with the vague impression of blinking lights, silver and black bulkheads and walls, and touch-screen panels alight with their runic alphabet.

Pausing beside the door to his quarters, Big Red used his clawed forefinger to tap a code into the panel on the bulkhead beside it and the door hissed sideways to reveal a spartan room that felt oddly familiar, though the room you’d slept in before had been rotated ninety degrees at the time, following his ship’s destructive crash-landing. You smiled and looked back at him as he entered behind you.

“There is a shower through that door,” he said, pointing at another panel in the wall. “Have you eaten yet?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I grabbed something on base before I left. If you don’t mind me using your stuff, I’ll go and freshen up?”

Red inclined his head.

Peeking inside the bathroom, you turned back to him and grinned. “You… want to join me?”

Big Red’s mandibles twitched, clenched, and a slow clicking started in his throat — not quite a growl, but close. He reached slowly up with one hand and removed the bone mask that covered his face, then crossed to a shelf near his relatively small bed. Watching from the doorway, you watched him set it down, take a deep, slow inhale, and then turn back to face you. You couldn’t help the smile when you saw his face again for the first time in so long.

“Oh you’re beautiful, Red,” you breathed. Tears choked you a little as you added, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he replied in a low, rough rumble, and stalked across the room to you. He rested his forehead against yours and placed his hands on your hips. Exhaling softly, he let his mandibles spread and you tipped your head up to kiss him again. His fingers tightened on your hips and you gasped as his claws just slightly pricked through the fabric of your clothes.

Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Ten (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Content: a reunion with a certain other non-yautja alien, lots of soppy, tooth-rotting fluff, and a revelation... Wordcount: 4022

Thank you so much for all your enthusiasm and kind words about this project. Honestly, this got WAY bigger and more unwieldy than I ever intended, but your engagement with it - reblogs and asking questions about it in particular - has just fuelled it and kept me going. Thank you.

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw) 

You didn’t let go of Red’s hand as you walked by his side back towards the sentry gates, and his fingers held yours just as tightly. He was still rumbling softly to himself with every step.

When they saw you returning to the gate so soon, the two guards grinned at you and let you back in with a pair of knowing smiles and only a light ribbing.

“They are fond of you,” Red said, and it wasn’t a question.

You shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, they look out for me… I’m not military, but they seem to like me well enough. I think the way the Hunters treat me has a lot to do with it though…”

“The way we…?” Red cut himself off, confused. “I don’t understand.”

With a little laugh, you looked up at him. He had slowed his longer stride to match yours and had his head at a curious tilt as he regarded you. From that angle, you could see the shorter, bitten-off ‘dreads’ on the same side as the puckered scarring across his neck and collarbones from the shrike attack in the woods and your stomach lurched a little as fleeting flashes played out before your mind’s eye: Red’s feral roar, that thing latched onto his neck, claws digging in, green blood spurting… With a deliberate wrench, you tore your mind out of the past and back into the present.

“Whatever Croc said about me has clearly spread, because once they know who I am, Hunters treat me like some kind of… I don’t know, not quite a hero, but… there’s a weird amount of reverence that your people have for me that doesn’t match up to what I did…”

“You saved his life.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I leapt in front of a shrike to do it, Red,” you countered as you walked together along the road that led to the airfield. Somehow it hadn’t quite sunk in that he was really there after so long. “I just put a tourniquet on him and stopped him bleeding to death. Literally anyone with some basic first aid training could have done what I did… but it feels like every Hunter who knows my name treats me like a fucking war hero who saved, I don’t know, the High Elder! Not that Croc isn’t important, he is, but you know what I mean…”

Big Red shook his head and snarled softly. “Your first instinct was to help him. Our people respect warriors, but we also respect courage.”

“Is it really courage though, if attacking him had never crossed my mind in the first place?”

Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Eight (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Content: violence, threat, some minor injury to the reader, blood. Wordcount: 4311

Your comments on the last one - tags and reblogs especially - made me cackle with pure delight. Thank you. As an early birthday present from me to you, here’s the next part. I hope you enjoy it! It’s been a while since I’ve written ‘action’ like this, so I hope it works! Can’t wait for you to let me know, as always.

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw)

Don’t scream.

Don’t fucking scream.

Do not be that person. Do not. Fucking. Scream.

With cold sweat prickling down your spine and your heartbeat thudding in your throat, you inched your hand over for the tranquiliser pistol that you had set near your pillow only a few hours earlier, just in case. Thank god it was a specially-engineered military issue one, not the unwieldy kind of rifle that vets use on safari from the safety of the back of a jeep.

God, since when did sleeping bags make so much fucking noise?

Was it still out there? You couldn't hear it any more, but it was hard to hear anything behind the pounding of blood in your ears.

The machete lay in its sheath beside the gun, and you picked that up too. Glinting steel slid easily over leather, and then you froze again. The hilt felt clumsy and awkward in your hand. Your fingers refused to hold the grip of the tranquiliser gun properly out of sheer terror. Nothing was working right; you couldn’t see; you couldn’t think. Your finger refused to close on the trigger.

Fuck. The safety was still on anyway.

“Shitshitshit…” you hissed.

In a vain attempt to get your thoughts out of tail-spin, you sucked in a deep, sudden breath and held your lungs at their fullest capacity for a good three seconds before silently exhaling to a long count.

A single, muffled footfall outside sent pine cones skittering against the thin, insubstantial canvas of the tent, and the growling began again in a low, teasing taunt.

It was playing with you.