It's not like they can help it- it's just a part of their nature.

They look at you from the threshold of your darkened shared quarters, eyes glowing.

"Where are you going?"

As they step into the lit foyer, you can see them wringing their clawed hands together.

"It's about lunch time, so I was thinking about going to get us something from the mess hall-"

They skitter over and throw themselves at you in a desperate embrace.

"No! Nononono- You can't! I had a vision!"

You've know them long enough to have gotten quite familiar with the whole 'foretelling omens of calamity and strife' thing. It's something you appreciate- though at times, what counts as a tragedy to whatever internal measure their abilities have seems to not be the most calibrated.

"Something we need to report?" You glance out the nearby porthole into the darkness of space, expecting to see something huge hurtling toward to the station or some other panic inducing sight.

"No. But it's awful," Their claws dig into the front of your t-shirt. "Terrible. Just the worst."

"What is it?"

"Your shoe is going to come untied!" They nearly shout (if you could describe the alien way they communicate as technically shouting in the first place), and then, checking their volume, hiss; "And you're going to trip."

You feel your mouth squirm at the edges as you struggle not to laugh in the face. You rub comforting circles into the feathery fur between where their wings meet on their back.

"Yeah?" You try to keep an even and very serious tone, as you try to keep your face in check. "Am I going to, uh… fall down the stairs? Or smack my head on something?"

The look up at you and their antennae flatten.

"…No…" They chitter pitifully. "…J-Just… stumble a little…"

"Well hey," You say, trying to soothe them. "That sounds like it won't be that bad, huh?"

"No! W-Well, probably, but-but-"

"But?"

"But you're gonna drop a metal tray and it'll make a really loud noise and everyone stops talking to look at you and it's going to be really. really. Embarrassing."

They visibly cringe at the thought, their normally featureless mouth area almost looking puckered, as if they had just tasted a lemon.

It seems like the second hand embarrassment from their vision of doom has affected them much more than it would've affected you, if it had happened in the first place.

"Oh no." You laugh, not managing to sound convincingly terrified in the least.

"I feel like you're not taking me seriously…" They pout. Or at least you think that's what facial expression it is.

"No, no. I think you're being serious. Hmm. But we do still need to get something to eat, right?"

They nod glumly.

"Oh, why don't you just come with?" You give them an affectionate pat on the head. "You can protect me from uh. metal trays. and embarrassment."

They perk up immediately, pupil-less eyes glimmering and wings vibrating just a bit at the edges.

"O-Okay…"

"Plus- I think you can be vigilant enough for the two of us."

"Hehe- but… you know it only sometimes helps when I try to intervene. Sometimes it makes it worse…"

They say this as if you don't already have first hand experience.

You shrug. You're not one to invite any more dire misfortune into your life. You think you can probably handle dropping a tray- especially if you're getting a lunch date out of it, now.

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December 7.) Female Yautja at Christmas party

Summery: you take your alien wife to a Christmas work party. A coworker upsets you and that pisses you off. Reader if only refured to as "you" no pronouns used

Warnings: unwanted flirting, gift that crosses over boundary's, animal pelt, pissed off alien, yautja being possesive

Minors don't interact!

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“Love, are you ready?” You called putting the finishing touches on your wrapped gift for the secret santa. The company you worked for was having a Christmas party, spouses were invited. Your goddess of a wife agreed to come though she didn't understand human celebrations. They didn't have anything to do with hunting, not any more at the least. But you were excited and asked so nicely, there was no way she was going to say no. 

Stepping out the bedroom door she ran her hands over the tight red fabric smoothing it out. The sight of her in a floor length dress with a slit on both thighs took your breath away. You weren't sure it was an appropriate dress for a business party but by the gods did she look divine in it. Draped on her shoulders was the pelt from some animal she had killed with her own bare hands on some other planet. You weren't sure of the name of the animal, it didn't matter now as it was an accessory showing off her beauty and strength. Like all her other clothes this dress had no sleeves, she hated them she rather have her arms free for fighting. What you couldn't see was the dress was backless. The pelt covered that fact out for the most part. 

Your eyes refused to stay still looking over every part of her absolutely stunned by her looks. The gold jewelry just adding to her beauty. It was a celebration, she wanted to look her best. Gulping you tried to calm your nerves, you weren't sure you could make it through the party without melting from her amazing looks.

She could read you so so well. This was planned, she knew wearing this dress would make you go feral. It was going to be a fun night messing with you. “I'm ready my moon hunter.” She purred walking up to you. Leaning down she paused for a second giving you a view of her chest for a moment before gently rubbing her mandibles against your cheek. Kisses were a bit of a difficult matter with the difference of months between the two species. Hard to kiss when you don't have lips. Leaning back she raised her mandibles up in a smirk. Holding her large hand out for you to take she watched amused as you scrambled to grab the gift and her hand. “Which ooman are you giving that to?” She questioned pointing to the gift in your hand. “Oh? Janet from marketing. I don't really know her so I hope she likes the mittens. I overheard her talking about how she really needed new mittens.” You said looking at the wrapped gift hoping it didn't scream I don't know what you like so here. “She better like it.” Your wife said, holding up a fist. “Down girl.” You joked kissing the back of her hand drawing a purr from her.

Janet loved the mittens, luck for you they were her favorite color too. The person who got you as secret santa turned out to be Susan from the accounting department. Her gift to you were fuzzy handcuffs. This made you greatly uncomfortable getting them from a coworker you knew even less than Janet. She seemed to know that as she had given you your gift the second your wife had stepped away to get the both of you a drink. “It's to use on me later.” She said winking at you. Looking at her with disgust you pushed the box back into her hands and walked away. 

“I don't want to be here any more.” You told your wife when you had found her. She immediately noticed the look on your face, your body language, she didn't know what happened but she was pissed. “Who upset you, my moon hunter?” She asked flaring her mandibles. You didn't say anything, just glancing over to Susan. Following your gaze she spotted the fuming woman upset about your rejection. 

Stomping her way the party quieted down, the sight of an eight foot pissed alien would stop most parties. Standing in front of Susan your wife glared down at her. If she could kill with just her eyes Susan would be long dead. Being so livid your wife angrily clicked at her being so worked up to speak in english. She was livid that Susan had upset her, if she knew the cowering woman before her had attempted to steal her spouse she would have ripped her to pieces, literally. You knew you were going to have to send management an email explaining what happened later. 

After a few minutes your wife stopped clicking at her and was just growling. She was definitely holding back. If Susan was a yautja your wife would have picked her up and thrown her out the window. Turning your wife stormed back over to you, picked you up and stormed out the door. 

Back at home she cooed and clicked at you while you sat in her lap. You were fine now but she wouldn't stop with the cooeing and clicking. After a while you figured it was because she was the one needing the attention to calm down. Turing in her lap you gently cupped her face as you leaned in to pepper her in kisses. The moment your lips were on her she was purring. 

Closing her eyes she relaxed into your touch as her arms snaked around your waist holding you close, locking you in. “I love you so so much. Nothing will ever take me away from you.” She didn't know why you worded it like that but it was a comfort, she often worried about losing you. 

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"Would it make you feel better if you sat on my cock?" she asks.

You give her a pitiful look and nod wordlessly. Her cock makes a slick sound as she leans back in her favorite chair and makes it emerge, hard and glistening just for you. Throwing your clothes off, you straddle her lap and ease yourself down onto it, drawing a long, satisfied sigh. Nothing helps you relax like sitting on her cock. It lets you switch your brain off and focus on the comforting pressure of her inside you. You suspect the mucus that coats her cock must have some sort of special hormone in it that makes you pliant and happy, although she's never confirmed it. It makes you feel the same way when you suck her off. You could almost get drunk off it if you sucked her long enough.

For a while, you just sit there, keeping her cock warm and resting your head on her shoulder while she holds you secure against her body. She runs her hands across your back, further loosening you up. As nice as it feels to just sit there and let her turn you into a wad of putty, you inevitably start to get restless. You shift your hips just a little bit for some friction and gasp into the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to finish?" she asks. Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't.

"Yes, please," you whisper.

"Take whatever you need, sweetheart," she says, giving your thighs a squeeze.

You lean back and ride her for a while, but your legs quickly grow tired, so she grabs you by the hips and bounces you on her cock until you're crying out and trembling in her arms.

Day 15

Beth she/her

Bisexual

The perfect daughter her conservative parents claimed till finding out about her girlfriend(Tatiana in a human disguise) and a black girl no less. It a disproportionate rage her father tries to harm both girls, they run as he gathers a mob.

The chase culminates in the girls cornered in the middle of a bridge, built over a deep ravine. The father with his piss poor aim misses the girl friend, and blows his daughters brains out. The force of the blast and the weight causes the wooden bridge to splinter and fall below, The mob got off in time, and none bothered to try collecting the bodies.