#dek x reader

Warnings: 18+!!! No Minors! Pregnant with an alien, slight mention of possible smut, pregnancy themes, Dek is aged up here

Summary: When you and Dek decide to have a child, the choice awakens something ancient and instinctive in him.

You choose the moment carefully.

Not after a hunt. Not after the council. Not in the heat of want.

You wait until the world is quiet, until the fire has burned low and the night wind moves silently through the stone archways of your shared home.

Dek sits across from you, sharpening one of his blades with slow, methodical strokes.

He looks up the moment you stare at him for too long.

“What weighs on you?” he asks.

“I want a child.” you admit with confidence.

The blade stills.

He does not speak at first.

In Yautja culture, children are not accidents of passion.

They are legacy. They are strength.

Another silly little idea because I got sick and can’t work on my other projects. Enjoy!

... this probably being his father's idea: Njohrr captured you a while ago, but instead of keeping you as a trophy he thought you could be more useful as a punching bag. You couldn't be worse than his weakest son, anyway.

... you being a skilled fighter, which Dek would've never guessed – you were a human trained by a Weyland-Yutani's special force. You weren't as efficient and strong as a synthetic, but the corporation deemed you above average. And so did Dek.

... this leading Dek to build resentment and frustration towards himself, since defeating you was always quite the challenge: if he couldn't take over you, how would his father expect him to earn his place in the clan?

... Dek sometimes hitting you harder or injuring you more severely than he meant, so Kwei had to intervene to divide the two of you and patching you up afterwards.

... you hearing Kwei scold his little brother afterwards, when they thought you weren't there.

... you noticing the struggle in Dek's eyes everytime you sparred together: to him, he wasn't fighting, nor training – he was trying, day after day, to convince himself he was worthy enough.

... after some time, you proposing Dek to help him instead of fighting each other. He wasn't interested at first, but after seeing you and Kwei fighting so flawlessly he got intrigued and decided to give it a try.

... him learning quicker than you thought: not because of his adaptability, but because of his determination. And you admired that.

... Dek blaming himself when harder moves weren't perfect at the first try, so you always reminded him that mastering a skill required time, patience and mistakes – «You don't need to blame yourself, Dek.»

A Dek x Reader Fanfic

Rating: E (18+)

GIF by @riverspider the way you captured his eyes is so captivating but if you'd like i'll take it down🙏🏼

Word Count: 7088

You made a quiet living as a botanist and holistic healer, going from spaceport to spaceport selling your potions and home remedies to tired cosmonauts galaxy-wide.

One day, while cultivating in an unassuming planet, you come across a being in need of your skills. You saved him - and in turn, he has decided to put his life on the line in order to give you a place among his people.

A/N: Okay, all the mini drabbles I've been doing for the matchmaking event has caused brainworms to take hold, and this got spat out 😖 I will admit, Dek has grown on me... please enjoy 😈

summary: Dek returns the favor.

word count: 2,118

content: 18+, NSFT, pwp, afab!reader, reader is implied to be plus size, established relationship, breeding kink, implied Kwei x Reader

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Dek wakes to his body alight with hot pleasure. Bursts of it spread through his whole body via slow, rhythmic glides up and down his cock. It tightens his core, his member bobbing in the soft snare that holds it captive.

He groans, angling his head just enough to see the cause of his body's debauchery.

Dek x Fem!Reader

TW- Smut, aphrodisiac intoxication, p in v, spit, choking, reader works on a brothel, pussy eating, cream pie, cursing, fingering. Let me know if I missed anything pls

MDNI NOT FOR MINORS- Everyone else enjoy! 

“What is this place?” Dek asked as they landed. 

Kwei wanted to cheer his brother up after Father had spent the last three days degrading him. He felt bad for his younger brother, so he decided the two would take a trip to his favorite planet, A’Veroh. 

“A secret paradise,” Kwei answers, piloting the ship to the ground. “You will enjoy.” Dek takes a look out the window. They’re in the desert, a lone building surrounded by other Yautja ships. “We will leave our weapons on the ship.” Kwei takes off his cloak, knife and sword, placing them onto the weapon wall. “It’s safe brother, trust me.” 

Dek is still confused, giving his brother a look, but follows his brother, removing the weapons. The two walk off the ship, Dek noticing how his brother’s attitude changes at the sight of the building. “You haven’t told me where we are.” 

“It is a surprise.” The doors automatically slide open and there, behind the glass door is a male Yautja, taller than Kwei, eating a piece of meat. Kwei walks up to the glass, and knocks three times. The Yautja presses a button on his wrist gauntlet. A flash of blue light, the two brothers are scanned. Dek looks to Kwei who in turn just nods. 

When the scanning is finished, a secret door on the wall is opened, “Come.” Kwei tugs on his brother's arm. Dek would never have guessed what laid behind the door. 

Yautjas, female and male, some naked, some clothed, all engaged in some sort of sin. But who they were doing it with surprised Dek the most. 

It was women. Human women, all races and sizes, some sitting on the laps of Yautja, some giving oral, some receiving, others being fucked. There was a female Yautja fingering a red headed woman, the woman moaning loudly with a smile on her face. Two more women, one sitting on the lap of a Yautja male licking his face, the other sucking on his cock.  

In the middle of the room, an asian woman dancing on a pole, Yaujtas surrounding on  couches watching her. 

All the women in the room….naked. 

“I told you you’d enjoy it.” Kwei brings him out of his stupor. Another naked woman, this one with short pink buzzed hair walks up to them, a tray in her hands, offering C’ntlip. Kwei takes  “You can pick who you want, they’ll do anything.” Kwei gropes the woman’s breast and she smiles at him, her eyes shining like gold. Wait, not like gold, they are gold. 

Kwei takes two cups and hands one to Dek. The woman turns around and pauses, looking back at Kwei. He huffs in amusement and slaps her on the ass, she walks away with a grin. “Welcome to paradise, Dek. Drink, pick and fuck.”

Kwei downs his drink and tosses the cup to the floor. Dek watches as his brother walks around the women, eventually stopping in front a black chubby woman sitting on the couch playing with herself,  a smile on her face as he opens a hand towards her, she stands and he effortlessly  hauls her over his shoulder. Kwei nods to his brother, the woman giggling as they enter into a private room. 

Dek is almost anxious, so he heads to a corner of the massive room, and finds an empty bench. The Yautja sits, watching the scene. He doesn’t know how to approach the human women, nor does he know how to please them. 

He doesn't even know his type. Short or tall? Skinny or chubby? Black or white? He huffs, already hearing Father’s voice in his head. ‘Pathetic, weak. Can't even pick a whore.” Dek clenches his fists, he knows how stupid he looks, sitting in the corner or the room alone, watching everyone get off. He hangs his head, deciding to just wait there until Kwei is finished with his woman. 

Dek is so deep in thought he doesn’t hear the soft feet walking up to him until they're in view. They’re painted, a deep blood like color. Dek lifts his head to  look at her, his eyes slowly trailing up her body. Smooth, strawberry legs, a scar on her left knee. Her thighs wearing two colored garters with bows on them. In between her legs, full bush, neat, tamed. A small belly, beautiful breasts, her nipples hard, begging to be sucked on. He gets to her face, her eyes gold, shining at him. A smile on her lips, she speaks. 

“Hello.” Her voice, something about it makes his cock jump. He wants to hear more. Wait, this human… he can understand her? She speaks Yautja?  “You pick things up after a while, Honey.” She reads his mind. 

The yautja women are larger and  stronger than the males, so they would be handled roughly when it came to fucking. But these creatures, he can tell they’re soft, easily bruised and broken, needing to be handled with care, with gentleness. He likes that. The size of her hands compared to his, makes him feel so powerful, so dominant. “What’s your name?” 

“Dek.” She gives him her name in return, then cocks her head to the side. “Why are you here?” He asks her. He doesn't notice the gold mist coming from the vents. He does notice her eyes shining brighter. The woman slowly climbs into his lap, he doesn’t even try to stop her. 

“You look lonely, I can fix that.” She leans in carefully, as to not spook him, and licks a strip up his mandible. She looks into his eyes. “Do you want that? Do you want me?” He takes a deep breath, breathing in the aphrodisiac. His cock fully hard. He nods, and she dives tongue first to his neck, sucking and licking onto him. He groans loudly, the effects and pleasure already clouding his mind. He opens his eyes, remembering he’s in a public area, others surrounding the two. Not like they care, but he doesn’t want to do anything out in the open. 

“Can we go….. somewhere private?” 

She brings her face up to him. “See those doors?” She points to the ones behind her. “We can go in there, they should be empty.” He grabs onto her thighs and stands, her legs wrapping around his waist. He takes long even strides, rushing to get inside the room. Another wave of gold love potion. “No need to rush honey, we have all the time in the world.” Her sexy voice makes him hold her tighter. The gorgeous pair finally entering the space, a bed in the middle of the room. 

Dek tosses her onto the bed, she landing with a giggle. She picks herself up, leaning on her elbows. They take the moment to truly look at each other. She, composed, used to the lustful feeling. She can feel how wet she is from the sight of him alone. He, damn near feral, chest heaving, looming over her, saliva drooling from his mouth.

 It happens with all newcomers.

“How do you want me to take care of that? She nods towards his still manhood. “I’ll do anything you want, baby, I promise.” The confession makes him growl. “Tell me, tell me.” He drops down to his knees, gathers her legs into his hands, pushing her thighs up to her chest. No orders, no words, just grunts and growls from the yautja. He keeps one hand on the back of her thighs pinning them to her chest, the other hand spreading her pussy open. She’s soaking wet, dripping onto his claws. He’s careful, doesn’t want to scratch the delicate thing. 

He spreads his mandibles open, his tongue lapping at her, sucking her for everything she’s got. His tongue is long, it curling inside of her over and over, drinking her down. Her screams and whines spur him on,  her own hands grasping at the sheets. The force of him eating her out like he’s been starved, god it tells her he’s not doing this for her pleasure, his entire mouth engulfing her pussy, he’s doing it for himself. “Dek, oh gods Dek please slow down.” He brings his arms that’s holding her legs down, both hands now spreading her open, his tongue licking her cervix, the mandibles scratching the inside of her thighs, she enjoys the pain. 

Her orgasm is building up, faster than she’s ever experienced.  She’s moaning so loudly, screaming, Dek doesn’t even care. His only goal is to drink, to eat her, she tastes so good. The yautja women never let him do this. She brings her hands to his tendrils growing out of his head and tugs. He shakes his head, the vibrations of his growls making her eyes roll back. Her back arches, “Dek, Dek, Dek.” She chants, praising her new god. He sucks onto her clit, wrapping his arms around her waist. He sits up on his knees, her lower half of her body dragged up. Her body is on fire, burning, she’s fucked so many yautja, so many of them has eaten her out, but this one….. This one is different, she knows it. This one, is doing it for himself, he’s greedy, selfish with the taste of her pussy. He brings a finger to her clit circling, once twice, a third time, she’s cumming, hard and loud. He scoops up every drop of her, cleaning her up. He sets her down, giving her a moment to breathe.

He watches her chest rise and fall. She can’t think, can’t remember her own name. Her eyes are closed, but  she’s smiling. “Oh honey, I think you ate my soul.” Another wave of aphrodisiac.   Dek crawls up to her face, bringing his tongue to her head, licking the sweat off her forehead. He’s rock hard, his dick pressing against her leg. She holds his face in her hands, spreading her legs nice and wide for him. One of her hands reaches down to wrap around him, stroking slowly. 

“Poor thing, aching, so heavy. I can fix that.” 

Dek takes his cock, rubbing it on her wet pussy lips, ready to fuck, The size of it compared to her, makes him dizzy, makes him feral. He opens his mouth, his tongue forcing its way inside of her mouth, she can taste herself. Tastes like Honey. Her mouth is full of him, she pulls him closer, loving the way his tongue literally licks her throat. Dek pressing the tip to her entrance, slowly filling her up, inch by inch. Although he’s not the biggest she's ever had, he’s definitely her favorite. The stretch burns, all 9 inches inside her now, his grunting like an animal, waiting for the woman to tell him it’s okay to move. 

“So tight. So wet. You squeeze me like you want to hold me here forever.” He never wants to leave her, she’s an addiction. “Allow me to fuck you, I need to.” No one’s ever asked her like this, so needy, so pretty. She opens her mouth, a soft “Yes.” 

Dek pulls out her and slams himself back in, the entire bed shaking and creaking. They’re loud, uncaring if anyone could hear them. She’s scratching at his arms, he’s got a hand on her throat, the other on her stomach feeling himself through her skin. His eyes bore into hers, she can see how badly he wants to cum. She pulls his scrunchie  out of his head, the tendrils falling onto her face, his scent surrounding her completely now. “Gods you’re so fucking good to me, yes! Yes! Yes!” She tries to push him over the edge, clenching her pussy around him. 

He speeds up, feeling the load getting ready to come. He squeezes her throat, “Tell me if you deserve my cum. Beg for it woman.” His hand is tighter, she’s seeing stars. 

“I deserve it, please Dek, cum in me, cum in my pussy, I need it so fucking bad!” She hadn’t noticed her own orgasm sneaking up on her, she just needs an extra push, “Please Dek,” She opens her mouth, tongue sticking out. Dek’s in shock, but doesn’t stop his feral fucking. He pulls mandibles back, a slow drool of saliva falls into her mouth, and it sets her off. She cums again, this one making her see stars. Her pussy tightens up even more than she nor he ever expected, he tossing his head back and roaring, fucking his cum into her like it’s his missioon. “Take it, take it, all, every drop of my glory.” 

“Thank you, oh gods, thank you Dek.” She whines. Her legs are shaking, he’s trying to catch his breath. He gently pulls out of her, knowing how sensitive she must be. He lays down next to her, she curls up against him. “Thank you Dek. This was fun.” She presses a small kiss to his face. 

“Do you feel better?” She asks. “Even if it’s just a little?” 

“Yes.” He pulls her closer. The pair watch as the vent hiss, golden mist once again. “What is that?” 

“It keeps you horny, ready to fuck.” She takes a deep breath, the gold filling her lungs. “Breath it in Dek, join me in ecstasy.” She crawls on top of him, saddling once again. She watches as he inhales the drug, forcing blood to his dick. Feeling that he’s hard once again, she grins.

 “I can fix that.”

A/N- I really thought I posted this on thanksgiving😭 and don’t worry ITBTWY is still being worked on I hated the original chapter so it’s being rewritten.

A/N: finally I have something to nerd out about again

Summary: relationship headcanons disguised as character study

Spoilers for Badlands, this is pretty much just an "ideal timeline" AU of sorts

Romance to Dek is entirely out of question, it´s something he hasn´t thought about often and something that just isn´t on his mind. And why should it? He´s defective and the sole shame of the clan, he knows he can never get married or fall in love. It´s not like he doesn´t want to either, it´s just that he also doesn´t, he´s neutral about the notion itself, but due to his circumstances it´s a topic that just doesn´t exist for him. It only ever comes up when his brother talks about his wife or when he gets to visit his nephews. It´s a great honor to him, especially when Kwei allows him to train with his children, something their father would have never allowed.

He´s glad his mother doesn´t pester him about marriage like she did with Kwei, though he knows it´s only because she wants to ensure the clan´s strong lineage, nobody ever says it in front of Dek anymore but he knows everyone´s still afraid that another child deformed just like him could be born. And he´s scared that this time they would actually kill it and not give it a chance like his brother fought for for him.

Whenever he visits his brother and his family he initially is excited, crafting weapons for the children, mending Kwei´s armor, bringing gifts for his wife. He spends a lot of time with his brother´s family whenever he is on Yautja Prime and the anxiety only sets in whenever he enters their home. He doesn´t even know why, but even after years he still feels anxious. At first it was because Kwei´s wife was...the quiet kind. She was very stern and cold and Dek was convinced she hated him, he felt guilty for meeting his nephews, thinking that Kwei was the one making the decision on his own. Only later did he find out that it was his wife who wanted him to meet her children. She respected him greatly for proving himself.

Still, every time he leaves he feels empty somehow. And for the longest time he doesn´t understand why, he thinks it´s because of the guilt he still feels, because of the way he can never truly accept himself, because even though he has proven himself time after time again, he will always have to. Because no matter how many years passed, he won´t grow, because at the end of the day nobody would want to be seen with him. And then it hits him: this life simply wasn´t meant for him. It was something he never could have and that thought didn´t make him sad, it was a truth he had known his entire life and yet realising it for himself was different than he had anticipated. Disappointing? Perhaps. He hadn´t thought about his own misgivings in years, deciding not to dwell on it now that his father was dead. Now that nobody could ever say those things to his face again.

He never quite learned to deal with his feelings, be that grief, sadness or self-loathing. They all just turned into rage, the only emotion he allowed himself to feel because it enforced his hunts. He keeps it all to himself, he doesn´t have any friends and telling his brother or his wife is out of the question because he doesn´t want to bother them even more than he already does.

He lives his life even more isolated than other yautjas, constantly on the move. Him, Thia and Bud travel all over the galaxies and Dek enjoys the other planets much more than his home one, he gets to meet all sorts of different species and thanks to Thia he gets to converse with them as well, get to learn about their culture and mostly just acts as a bounty hunter of sorts and helps out the planets with their resident predators in taking them out and collecting the trophies. It feels strange to him since it is against everything in his nature and upbringing, but being surrounded by his chosen family makes him feel less lonely. He still has trouble being on Yautja Prime for an extended amount of time, it still is haunted by his father for him and he swears he hears his voice every time he returns.

Falling in love happens unprompted and suddenly, so much so it feels like a pitfall. Not only is he not prepared for it, but it´s yet another feeling he can´t sort and doesn´t know what to do with. Of course he´ll be quiet about it for the longest time, trying to ignore it. It´s genuinely awkward because it´s obvious for everyone involved he is in love but he just doesn´t do anything about it. There genuinely is only one scenario I can think of in which he would be the first one to court but I´ll get into that in a bit.

Once he figures out what he´s feeling and why there´s this dreadful veil that covers his thoughts. He can´t be in love, he´s not allowed to. Nothing will come out of it. It´s not allowed to. So he pushes those thoughts to the side until they hurt, forcing himself to think about anything but the one who stole his heart. Distractions eventually don´t work anymore so he seeks them out and does the most enraged confession you can imagine. Nobody has ever yelled that much about catching feelings, as if it was a disease, a curse really. And the entire time he hopes they will reject him so that he could move on with his life. But they don´t. And now he´s even more confused.

Genuinely doesn´t understand how anyone could love him back, he still thinks his brother is only taking pity on him, deep down he knows he loves him but he can´t admit that to himself because to him, he doesn´t deserve it. They would definitely have to be patient with him. Courting him takes ages, he refuses almost every gift they get him, every gesture but they don´t give up. After all the feelings are already out in the open, now there just needs to be something done about it.

He doesn´t seem like the conventional relationship type so it is never made official. At some point he just accepts the courting and that somebody is by his side now, just in a different way than Thia. He´s super shy about receiving affection at first but completely casual about giving it. He constantly is touching his partner in some way, to make sure they´re in his sight and not in danger, to make sure they´re real as stupid as that sounds. He´s very clingy in private, mostly due to him being so touchstarved.

now, with a female yautja things would be different, not much but things would definitely be more traditional. let me set the scene:

He´s on one of his visits to Yautja Prime again, his brother´s wife has been uncharacteristically gleeful today, almost excited. It´s strange seeing her like this, but Kwei explains to him that one of her childhood friends is returning from a long hunt today. In my headcanon (as someone who hasn´t read the comics or novels yet) the female yautja live and train together as a community within the clans until they reach their official hunting age and receive their cloaks. So they grow very close and sometimes stay in contact after their training, depending on their way of life (be that hunting, scouring for resources or staying on Yautja Prime). Which makes it a big deal when someone does come back. As for the female yautja in question, she had been on a years long hunt, on a mission to discover new planets and add them to their navigation systems. She would only return after she found a new one or an unexplored one.

And today was the day. Dek didn´t quite know what to think of her, he wasn´t fond of meeting new people from his clan, tired of being in defensive mode all the time, not wanting to go over his disfunctions once again, not wanting to prove himself again, not when he´s been going on hunts for years now. He didn´t want to feel that small ever again. But as soon as he sees her ship landing none of that mattered anymore. He completely missed his family going outside to greet her, just rooted in his spot as he watched her exit the ship, dragging the biggest spine he had ever seen behind her. The massive head was still attached too, it was clean work. He didn´t even want to imagine how long that took. Beautiful. There were a few bones on her armor as well, memories of hunts that were special to her.

And when she finally enters to greet him after his brother had to apologize for his behavior, he´s awestruck. She exudes sheer power but doesn´t look down on him, her eyes are kind, the loathing look in them that was present in every other clan member, just didn´t exist with her. Now, Dek wasn´t shy by a long shot but with her he could barely get two words out.

In this moment he just knows he has to know her. He doesn´t even think about courting rituals or the way things could be perceived when he invites her to his ship to show her his trophies. She, in return, liked how bold he was, having heard a lot about him she was curious about the runt. It was true, he was rather small and his fang was mangled, his face was shaped differently too. But he still was yautja. And he was strong, she could sense it. He was eager to hunt which she adored. Because for most yautja at some point the hunt just turned into routine of sorts, it was their life. But the yautja that were like her and enjoyed every hunt as if it was their first, they were special to her.

She´s impressed when she sees his ship, wanting to know everything about every trophy he´s collected, especially those of the creatures she didn´t know. She didn´t think there would be any left of those, but Dek too was a traveller like her and he had been to planets she hadn´t been to before. At this point admiration was born. She, taking up the courting process, invited him to her ship as well to show him everything. He hadn´t been as excited since he killed his father. Every creature she had hunted was so big, he wondered just how strong she was and just how it would feel to be lifted and thrown by her.

Kwei and his wife would definitely talk to Dek about proper courting etiquette and how to go about things, what he wanted from this union, if he wanted something to last or something fleeting. And Dek never was one to chase fleeting dreams, he knew he wanted her from the second he saw her. He never had felt so strongly in his life before and he doesn´t know anything about marriage, but he knows that he wants to keep courting her. He knows he wants to be hers.

And so he makes the first step and brings her a decorated trophy and some handcrafted pieces of armor for her. And just like his brother told him he gets down on both knees, lifts the gifts over his head and asks her to accept them. When she does it´s like his heart stops completely, she in return gifts him more weapons he could use. Now that it was clear they both wanted the same thing it was time for their first hunt together. It was a tradition to build trust and served as a first date of sorts.

The next day, he shows up with a bouquet (made of more grass and twigs than actual flowers), a bone necklace (that looks like one of those elementary school macaroni necklaces), and sweet fruits (he got it right here, they're your favorites).