thank you to everyone who expressed an interest and encouraged me to start this series! and thank you to garrus vakarian for agreeing to model. a lot of this I've already talked about in this turian anatomy hc post, but not all of it. I hope you like it!
please note that I am not a biologist or scientist of any kind. I've done my best to research and think things through, but I might not always be a hundred percent accurate, especially in my anatomical illustrations. that said, I'm really pleased with the skull shape I came up with :)
about the female turian: I reject most of the design the ME3 Omega DLC introduced as it is largely nonsensical and they clearly valued sex appeal over lore and anatomical consistency, which is a shame. this is what I go with instead! I've decided that while I think the curly plates are cute, they do make more sense as a rare family trait than as a sexually dimorphic one. the turian I show here doesn't have the trait, but others might, including males!
I need part 2 of that Alien BF, wanna see how my alien guy FUCK
I do too, trust, I do too. And believe that bro has been doing his homework.
I imagine he first discovered human sex during a romance movie you were showing him in the ship’s recreation area. It had been a long time since you had seen the movie too so you were excited to see their romance bloom again. But you had completely forgotten one vital thing. A tiny little sex scene that happens in the middle of the movie.
When it appeared you scrambled to skip past it. But at the same time, the remote conveniently went missing. Alien man saw it all and was enraptured.
Afterwards, when he asked you what that was, you bashfully explained that it’s a human mating custom. Alien man was in awe. That wasn’t how his species mated… but your version seemed like much more fun. He wondered if you’d show him how like you’ve been showing him everything else about humans. He wanted you to show him. And only you.
The idea of another member of the crew doing this with him made him recoil in disgust. No, you were… his mate. The only one he could do it with.
But he also wanted you to enjoy it. He didn’t want to trip over himself and be the only one feeling good from your first time together. So, like everything else he’s been learning about, he knew he needed to study. Getting your computer was easy given that he’s always had free access to all of your things. It was quite difficult to navigate the strange device but he remembered your lessons and found the search bar.
It took a few tries to word “human mating rituals” right to get the results he wanted. Eventually he got there. Each time he’d come back to study some more it got easier to navigate and find what he wanted to learn. He’d spend hours studying, trying to be the best he can for you. And every time after his member would ache with excitement to be with you.
Yet he never took care of himself, waiting patiently for the day he’ll be inside you.
SYNOPSIS: Kara may look human, but her body functions much differently. When she goes into heat, a certain scent begins to drive her absolutely crazy. And she knows it's coming from you, but she had no idea what it meant until she finally gets you alone.
WARNINGS: heat cycles, mentions of periods/ovulation, scissoring, pussy eating, kara has a kink for you screaming her superhero name, biting, hair pulling, possessiveness, PDA, aggressive lesbian sex, this is pure filth
A/N: Okay so a loooong time back, I had a series going for Kara and a Masc Reader. Since I've gone through several accounts, that shit WAS lost to the void on Tumblr but it's still living on Ao3. This could technically work outside of that AU, but to me it is part of it soooo deal with it. If you guys like this, I will post the rest of the fics I've got for this pairing over here as well.
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT OMEGAVERSE!!!
There was something about you today… Like something was in the air, and her senses were dialed up all the way until she was practically crawling out of her skin. This was different from when she first wanted to make love to you all those months ago. This was primal… possessive.
Kara was watching you like she wanted to eat you. It was for everything you did. When you leaned against the back of Winn’s chair, looking over what he was searching and tracking patterns of the hostile aliens in National City? Kara was staring at your ass.
When she saw you showing a new recruit how to properly hold their pistol and how to never keep their fingers on the trigger until they were prepared to fire? Kara was drooling over the veins in your hands, under your tattoos.
When you stripped off your jacket and stood in your thin-fabric black t-shirt with DEO written across your shoulderblades? Kara thought she might faint with how fucking delicious you looked just standing there. Despite it being literally freezing outside due to Christmas being right around the corner, you were sweating like crazy in the DEO office. What was the reason?
Kara noticed how your heart rate was a little higher, and when she stood near you, she could smell something in the air. It was sweet, and it was coming off of you in almost waves, resting on the tip of her tongue and driving her wild. Kara felt the overwhelming urge to bite at your jugular and fuck you right on the display table in front of everybody.
You noticed how Kara was staring at you for much longer than usual. Whatever was bothering her, you were getting nervous. Kara wasn’t focused, and she kept staring at you with a look on your face you didn’t fully recognize.
There was just something about her today… Maybe it was just because you had been far more aroused than usual, but Kara staring you down at every possible opportunity sent shivers from your inner thighs to the back of your neck. It felt like electricity all over your body whenever her burning hot skin was close to you.
But at some point during the day, Kara lost track of you. She was talking about something with Imra and Alex when she noticed your scent had completely vanished from her presence. All of a sudden, she went completely silent and Alex frowned, trying to get her attention.
“Supergirl, you with us?” She snapped her fingers in front of Kara’s face. The super looked down, returning back to whatever the conversation was about, but she wasn’t focused. All she could think about was that you were somewhere else, and someone might be closing in on you. She did not like it.
“If you both will excuse me for…” Kara trailed off, smiling politely at Imra and speed-walking down the hallway to find you.
“What was that about?” Alex crossed her arms, but Imra had a knowing look on her face.
“You don’t want to know, agent Danvers…”
Kara found you at the shooting range. A few random DEO agents were near you, but James was on your left, and Mon-El was on your right. Everyone had the exact same weapon as you, and it looked like you were instructing them on how to fire the rifle properly.
You were holding an Mk22, bent over the firing range table, and adjusting the sights as James and Mon-El stood next to you, watching intently as you focused the scope.
“You learned all this in the military?” James asked, watching you readjust your stance until you could use the bi-pod legs and fully immerse yourself in what you were doing.
“Best sniper in my division, gentlemen,” You said, low and deep. Kara was practically frothing at the mouth. She remembered that tone from two nights ago when you held her down on the mattress, pulling her hair and practically cracking her bedframe. “First deployment was in South Korea… seven successful assignments.”
You pulled the trigger, the kickback hitting your shoulder, but you didn’t even flinch. The suppressor made the shot sound like nothing more than a pop, but when the round hit the wall, it echoed across the entire gun range. A perfect shot, directly in the head of the target paper that practically tore apart with how big the round was.
“Damn,” Mon-El said, barely above a whisper. “Everyone was lucky to be on your side.”
“Better fuckin’ believe it,” You laughed, standing up straight. You pressed your knuckles into the base of your spine and rolled your shoulders back, popping sounds emulating from your body as you relaxed and stepped back. “Alright, everyone line up. I wanna see headshots only, a sniper’s job is to aim for instant kills, not center mass!”
It wasn’t until you were stepping back that you felt hands against your hips and you almost screamed in shock. Fingers dug into your sides, and you almost went limp when you felt Kara nearly growling in your ear. “That was so hot, babe…”
You blushed, the tips of your ears turning pink as Kara’s right hand slid up the back of your neck and tangled in the hair just a few inches above. Without hesitating, she pulled, hard enough for your head to fall back and expose your neck to her, which she indulged in with no shame. Her nose pressed against your skin and she inhaled, hard.
There it was again… that sweet smell that was now ten times more potent than before, and if Kara didn’t figure out what the hell was causing it, she was going to go crazy.
The kryptonian was only focused on you. But when she saw Mon-El looking over his shoulder at the both of you, something dark crossed over her face. She resembled a wild animal, defensive of her dinner, glaring at him before she was licking at that pulse in your throat. She dragged you away, her eyes practically glowing as if daring Mon-El to challenge her on this.
You couldn’t even question what she was doing until Kara was literally walking out of the building with you behind her. She gave Alex some half-assed excuse on why you two needed to leave early before literally flying you back to her loft.
Kara didn’t waste any time. The second her feet touched the floor of the apartment, she was all but slamming you down on her bed and grabbing at your clothes to rip them off of you.
“Baby, h-hey, what’s goin’ on?” You stuttered, your heartbeat picking up as you tried getting her attention. But it looked like Kara was on a mission, and she literally grabbed at the collar of your shirt and ripped it in half, tearing the fabric off your body and slipping her fingers under your sports bra.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Kara said through clenched teeth, leaning down and dragging her tongue shamelessly across your chest and pushing up your bra until she could grab at your breasts with both hands and watch your eyes roll back in your head. “What is that?”
You shuddered, biting your lip as you lifted your arms above your head and let Kara pull the bra off the rest of the way to expose your bare chest. She saw some of the fading hickies on your chest from two nights prior, and she needed to make them darker. Her brain was screaming at her to mark you, and the more she played with your nipples, the stronger that smell became.
It was almost overwhelming, flooding her senses and making her weak as she dug her fingers into the waist of your cargo pants and undid the belt keeping her from pulling them down.
“W-What is what?” You tripped on your words, feeling how Kara was tracing her tongue from your sternum and down, across your abdomen. Kara fell on her knees, that superhero cape pooling around her legs as she unzipped your pants and yanked them down. Underwear and all, until they were tangled around your boots at the ankles.
Kara stopped completely, her eyes glowing and her fingers sliding across your outer thighs until she was looking at your cunt and realizing that the smell was there… It was your arousal. The scent you were giving off was pure horniness that just got stronger throughout the day. Kara started yanking on your boots until you were completely naked and she leaned down, her nose close to your sex and she inhaled, hard.
You sat up on your elbows, staring at her and blushing harder than ever. “A-are you… are you smelling me? Oh, my God Kara, what the fuck is–”
“Shut it– Shut up for a minute,” The kryptonian snapped, her brows pulled down and her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned in and felt tingles go down her back at your scent. It was so strong, so sweet, and it felt like her senses were enhanced beyond what she’s ever experienced before. Kara felt like she ascended to a celestial state of existence. “Fuck me, you smell so sweet right now baby…”
You had learned from experience that Kara started swearing when she was horny. The perfect hero wasn’t all that perfect when she was underneath you on the bed, using her god’s name in vain and cursing like a fucked out sailor when she got close. And while she was better at controlling her powers during sex, there were many times you suggested she wear her glasses so she didn’t set her sheets on fire with her heat vision.
“O-Oh my God, t-there’s no way you can…” You put both hands over your face, attempting to hide from the super who was having none of that. She quickly stood up and grabbed at your arms, locking your wrists together and holding them above your head until she could stare in your eyes. “Y-you can smell when I’m fuckin’ ovulating?”
Kara didn’t fully pay attention during her high school health class. Mainly because it wasn’t her anatomy in question and it wasn’t something she cared about, so she had no idea what you were talking about. The confusion was on her face as she waited for you to explain.
“I-It’s something all women experience… It’s j-just our body’s way of saying ‘hey, you should try for a baby right now’,” You explained weakly. It was hard to explain human bodies when she was giving you that fucking look. “Our sex drive increases, or at least mine does… By like, a hundred.”
“So what I’m hearing is,” Kara traced her fingers across your chest and across your abs, watching them concave with your deep inhale. “We synced up at the same time?”
“Wait, what are you– you told me kryptonians don’t get periods, what is–”
“We go through heat cycles every few months, baby,” Kara cooed sweetly, loving how you were squirming under her touch. “And, until you started smelling like this, I didn’t really feel it… We haven’t been in heat at the same time together, until now.”
You didn’t know if you wanted to crawl under the bed and die, or cry because Kara was barely touching you with her fingertips. It felt slightly mortifying, saying you both were in heat like you were wolves or something. But you loosely remember Kara explaining how she didn’t go through a menstrual cycle like human women did, but rather a heat cycle that lasted no more than 4 days every 3 or 4 months. It was random, hard to track, but when it hit, Kara’s senses were heightened to almost painful levels, and she got aggressive over things she liked.
She told you the story of how she tackled Alex as a teenager for eating the last potsticker during her heat cycle, and you suddenly felt like a gazelle carcass in a lion’s den. If she treats you like she does her food during said heat cycle, you weren’t sure if you would survive (metaphorically speaking).
“I can’t fuckin’ take this anymore,” Kara groaned, getting back down on her knees and pulling your thighs apart until she was pressing her entire mouth against your pussy. Her tongue was cold, but her hands were burning, and it sent shocks of pleasure down your entire body. Kara didn’t waste time as she bent down and pushed her tongue against your excessively wet opening, pushing her face as close as possible in order to lick at you and taste your arousal straight from the source.
This felt almost unreal. Every other time you two had sex, you were the one stripping Kara out of her office attire, or the superhero outfit until she was naked first. But this time? You were the one bare, and she was holding you down at the hips in her super suit while eating you out like she would die if she didn’t.
Kara groaned at your taste, looking up at you through her pretty lashes and her fingernails creating crescent shapes in your hips as she slid her tongue from your opening to your clit. She had expert precision, flattening her tongue out and licking at you just the way you taught her all that time ago that it made you immediately collapse against the bed, eyes crossing and back arching.
“Fuuuuuck, baby…” You whined, almost sobbing at how she licked you with a hunger you have never seen in her eyes before. There was something so hot about seeing Kara in her Supergirl suit, eating you out and holding you down with her superhuman strength. Whenever your hips bucked against her, she would growl and push you back down, until she simply had enough of you moving.
Kara separated from your pussy and looked at you with angry eyes, wrapping her arms around your thighs and grabbing her wrist, locking you in place so now, you literally couldn’t move. It was like trying to wiggle out from underneath rebar. Kara went right back to licking at your clit, drooling over you and basking in your taste.
All you could do was lay there, looking down at your savagely horny girlfriend and watching those gorgeous blue eyes of hers roll back as she kept you locked in place under her arms. She didn’t let up, sucking against your clit and salivating until you were sitting in a literal wet puddle on her sheets.
You had a sense of pride with it, considering you taught her everything she knew. But she was absolutely using this against you now, fucking you on her tongue until you were seeing stars behind your eyes. Never before has anybody been able to make you cum this fast before, but Kara was laser focused on your cunt, and she wasn’t pulling away for anything. She wanted to feel you climax in her mouth, and she wasn’t going to stop until she felt it.
“K-K-Kara… Oh, my fucking god…” You whined through tears, heart racing as you grabbed her by the blonde hair and watched her. She looked up, her eyes almost a darker shade of blue than they usually were. Maybe it was in your head, or maybe it was a way to show her dominance as a kryptonian.
You knew Kara loved it when you whined her name like that. It’s only ever happened a handful of times, and this was a rare privilege she got to experience. A part of you felt embarrassed for being so vulnerable, but then you remembered who was holding you down and that completely went out the window.
You were having sex with Supergirl. THE SUPERGIRL! The kryptonian goddess from beyond the stars. The woman who has saved your life more times than you could remember. The only woman that knew how to make you scream with euphoria.
Kara didn’t use her hands at all. The blonde focused all her effort into her tongue as she could hear your heartbeat speeding up and your taste got sweeter on her lips. She groaned, standing up and lifting you off the bed until she was able to see how your eyes were rolling back and crossing at the same time. How your chest was heaving with every heavy breath, how you were drooling and grabbing at the sheets behind your head.
“Kara… Kara! Karaaaa!” Your legs locked around the back of her head and the blonde shuddered at the taste of your orgasm. Her movements didn’t stop, licking at your clit right through your tremors and loving how twitchy you got when she overstimulated you like this.
There was a dark part of her that wondered if she just kept eating you out, how far could she really push you? Because really, would you even be able to stop her?
Kara released your legs and broke off from your pussy with a sloppy kiss, your juices staining her face from the nose down to her chin. She grinned, wiping her mouth on your inner thigh before laying you down flat on the mattress. Kara had never seen you like this before… That blissed out expression on your face and how red your chest was, the way your inner thighs were shaking and your fingers were twitching; she was obsessed.
You could barely form a thought, let alone speak words. “Ohmyfuckinggod…”
“You tasted absolutely divine,” Kara remarked, leaning down and grabbing at your chin. “Open up.” Your eyes focused on her face, obediently opening up your mouth as Kara allowed a small amount of her saliva to drip from her tongue and into your open mouth. Her thumb ran across your bottom lip and she watched you swallow her spit, doing exactly what she asked for with that dizzy little expression in your eyes.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Kara said, her voice getting deeper as she stood up on her knees and unfastened the cape around her shoulders. You watched like you were in a trance, admiring every inch of Kara’s body that was exposed to you as she undressed herself for the first time in front of your eyes. You were always taking her clothes off, but not this time.
The super nearly ripped her tights off as she yanked them down her body, her panties sliding down with them. Kara kicked her clothes away, crawling right back into the bed and towering over you like she wanted to eat you all over again.
“I saw something online,” Kara said, pushing your hair away from your sweat-stained forehead and kissing your face. “Something I’ve been dying to try.”
“Yeah?” You said, still slightly breathless. “What’s that, baby?”
Kara bit her lip before lifting your leg up and scooting between yours. When you felt her wet, bare cunt against your slickness, you immediately gasped and grabbed her by the hips. You yanked on her, and Kara fell forward a little with a low moan rumbling deep in her chest.
You both fit together perfectly. She held one of your legs against her shoulder, bending forward a little as she felt your cunt squish against her own and she experimentally rolled her hips forward. It was like lightning down her spine, making her body shiver as she struggled to stay upright.
The friction was amazing. The way your clit rubbed against hers, how your combined wetness was making the most vulgar sounds… Kara wondered how it would feel if your pussy was bare like hers. She didn’t hate the feeling of your hair against her, but the idea of pure skin on skin… Kara bucked forward, watching you tremble under her and felt your hands dig into her ass.
“F-feels really… really good, holy Rao…” Kara said through clenched teeth, her hair falling around her face in golden waves and almost folding you in half as she fell forward and pressed her hands into the mattress. “H-how’s it feel, baby?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” You said, the words coming out fast and desperate as you rolled upward against her cunt. “P-Please… Please…”
“Please, what?” Kara said, reaching for your chin and forcing you to look at her. Fuck, she looked so powerful and strong leaning over you like she was, holding you down and grinding on your pussy like she was trying to get you pregnant from friction alone. “Come on, please what baby? Say my name.”
“K-Kara, I–” You felt her nails bite against your neck and you cried out, arching off the bed a little as you felt her breasts press against yours.
“My name,” Kara all but growled out. “Say it… scream it. I want all of National City to know who’s fucking you senseless! Say! My name!”
“S-Supergirl!” You whined out loud, your heart pounding against your ribs as you watched Kara’s face visibly darken with hunger, bending down and kissing at your neck where her nails almost broke skin. “Fuck me, Supergirl!”
Kara shivered with delight, grinding against your pussy and chasing after her own high. This was a new kink that she didn’t know she had… You screaming her superhero name out of the open window to her loft as she fucked you down into her bed with an aggressive hunger for you, and your body.
“Good girl,” Kara praised, biting your throat a little and leaning back to stare you down. For a second, you looked away, but Kara huffed, falling forward onto her elbows as her body rolled with every thrust of her hips against yours. How was she so good at this when she’s never done it before? How did Kara find out about scissoring anyway? What was she watching without you?
“Don’t you dare look away,” She snapped, forcing you to make eye contact with her. “Look at me… Look at me when you cum.”
You sobbed, biting your lip and trying to focus your vision but it was blurring around the edges. Kara knew you were close, without you even needing to say it. Your fingers curled against the sheets as the bedframe groaned underneath both of you, creating sinful echoes off the walls that her neighbors definitely heard.
It was risky, screaming her superhero name in her personal loft with the windows open, but Kara didn’t care about the risk. She didn’t care about anything. She wanted to feel you cum against her with every fiber of her being, and cum with you until you both were paralyzed in pleasure.
“S-Supergirl…” You sobbed between moans. Kara’s cunt pulsed, her movements getting frantic whenever you said it, like it made her go feral just to hear you moan her hero name out loud. She’d worry about the power trip she was going on later.
“Come on… Come on, baby, cum for me,” The blonde growled through clenched teeth, leaning down to lick from your collarbone and up your neck until she bit the space between your throat and jaw. Kara shivered, hitting against your pussy just right that she saw sparks behind her eyes.
Kara knew you were falling over the edge when you grabbed at her shoulders and dug your fingernails in, crying out louder than she’s ever heard from you before. She leaned back just to watch what your face was doing, chasing her own orgasm as she watched you bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Your eyes crossed, tears fell freely, and she heard your heart skip several beats before speeding up and hammering against your chest. Your scent hit full force, and the wetness was beyond anything she expected. Kara remembered when you said you wanted to make her squirt, but her anatomy may not make it possible… but is that what she just did to you?
The thought alone was enough to send Kara into her own spasms, pleasure reaching its peak as she bent down, found the sensitive spot in the crease of your neck, and bit. Her moans and cries were muffled in your skin as she rode out her orgasm, rutting against you in a spasmic rhythm. It overstimulated the hell out of you.
“Kara, Kara, holyfuckingshit Kara!” You actually sobbed, grabbing her by the hips to try and get her to slow down. The kryptonian slowed her movements, carefully coming to a halt as she leaned back, sweat dripping down her forehead and her hair sticking against her face as she looked down.
“Holy Rao, just look at you,” Kara said in a soft, discordant tone. The teeth marks on your neck were already bruised, and her canines had broken skin. A tiny amount of blood was brimming to the surface of your flesh, and the blonde couldn’t resist running her thumb across the red liquid before she lifted her hand up and licked it.
You had no idea that Kara’s cycle would be like this! No matter how much she told you that she was aggressive and possessive during her heat, you did not expect her to go practically feral like a wild animal. She didn’t hold back, and it was like her conscience was taking a vacation. Your normal, innocent, sweet girlfriend was now vulgar, aggressive, and slightly malicious.
And despite how intimidated you felt… you loved it.
Kara took this moment to comfort you, slowly lowering your leg down and listening to you cry at the slight cramp in the back of your thigh. “Sorry… I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
You laughed, rolling your eyes back and pushing her hair away from her blue eyes. “Just the right amount of rough…”
The kryptonian laughed, rolling over on the bed until she was laying on her side and pressing soft little kisses to your neck. You let out a little sigh of happiness at her gentle kisses before you let out a little whimper, feeling her fingertips sliding across your abdomen.
“Kara, baby… I don’t know if I can cum again after that–”
“No? You don’t think so?” The blonde breathed against your ear before her fingers slid down and rubbed at your absolutely drenched cunt. Your clit was so sensitive that her touching you made you sob and bite down on her sheets. “I bet you can…”
“Karaaaaa…” You whined pathetically, thighs pressing together much to Kara’s dismay. She immediately readjusted your positions on the bed until she had her back against the headboard and pulled you between her legs, your back against her chest. She used her own legs to keep yours apart while she rubbed all over your cunt and played with your left breast. “Y-You’re gonna kill me, babygirl…”
“Try again,” Kara immediately plunged three fingers into your pussy and held you down so you couldn’t get away. “Say. My. Name.”
You ended up screaming Supergirl for the next two hours. It wasn’t until you were literally on the verge of blacking out that Kara finally gave in. She made you cum three more times, even pressing a vibrator against your clit until she made you squirt again, officially ruining her sheets forever. Now all she will smell on her bed is your pussy until she throws these away.
Kara was slightly worried she went too far… But it was all put to rest when you told her, “I remember the safe word, baby… And trust me, I would have used it if I needed to.” She grinned, kissing all over your face as her stress level finally evened out.
“You rest up,” Kara said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And when you wake up… it’s my turn to strap you.”
Contains: past tense, fem!reader (unclothed) x female he/him nurn (clothed), one-sided crush on the alien, enthusiastic consent, fondling, fingering, two 🍆, p in v, multiple orgasms, 3.7k words, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: The nurn are my homebrew alien species, predominantly consisting of females reproducing asexually through oviposition. The males add to the genetic variety, carrying and fertilizing the eggs. Regardless of gender they are very tall and lanky, resembling male humans in form, and tend to have little understanding of human culture. Anyone interested is free to play around with them~
You liked the silent void of space. Floating there without weight, observing the stars and nebulae — it calmed you in a way nothing else could.
Most people assumed this was because you were a human with sensory mods. After all, no matter how good the Whorl was, it was still a large space station with a lot of traffic, much noise and bright lights. Even without sensory mods, it gave most organic creatures a headache.
But that really wasn’t it.
Just looking at the stars allowed you to stop thinking for a while. To let go of all your worries and obligations and whatnots.
In addition, they reminded you of the doctor’s eyes.
Doctor Spindle was a nurn. They were eternal wanderers that only considered places of great interest as their homes, and Spindle had chosen the Whorl. You didn’t know what drew him to this place, but for as long as he was here, you also hoped to stay.
In the end, this resulted in one of your more stupid decisions.
As maintenance personnel, you could work inside or outside of the Whorl. Inner maintenance was less risky, more cushiony, and also easier. Meanwhile, outer maintenance meant regularly stuffing oneself into a space suit, accepting the risk of potentially getting lost in space or being hit over the head by something or dying in various gruesome ways, and it was also physically and mentally exhausting. There were also interstitial positions responsible for coordination between inner and outer maintenance, generally considered safe but stressful.
You worked in interstitial maintenance, until you joined special project for outer maintenance. The exact goal of said project was unclear to you, but it involved replacing your four limbs with light-weight metal prosthetics and regular mandatory medical checkups that allowed you to see more of Doctor Spindle. Shortly after your limb replacement, the project was unfortunately cancelled, and the frequency of the medical checkups was reduced, but you still kept to a tight, regular schedule.
You still wanted to see your doctor more often.
One time, you told him about your reasoning during a comprehensive body examination — which mostly consisted of a scan of your bones, organs and muscles that were at risk of weakening and being damaged due to switching between artificial gravity and weightlessness so often — and he looked at you weird.
Spindle not understanding you, or humans in general, was normal.
The nurn population consisted of asexually reproducing females who laid eggs for the most part, and generally didn’t really get or value romance, or any close relationships beyond friends. They didn’t understand gender the way humans did either, and so just chose their pronouns as they liked. Their names followed the same principle.
Apart from this, the nurn were sub-divided into about five unnamed groups. In certain behaviors and appearances — especially those of the genitals according to some who claimed to have experience — these groups resembled cats, foxes, snakes, alligators, and octopuses respectively.
And Spindle just so happened to belong to the ‘snake’ group. All nurn were tall and slender, but he was grotesquely so. He had void-black hair, pallid green skin, almost uncomfortably large grey eyes resembling pale stars that blinked so rarely one might think he didn’t need to blink at all, and sharp teeth framing a long, slithering tongue.
But the most snake-like was his personality — cautious, slow to warm up, and even then not really affectionate.
Or in other words, he seemed cold and arrogant. Also dismissive. And egotistical. And a few more ands.
However to you, this made him all the more interesting.
To Spindle, this made it all the more strange that you stuck to him like old chewing gum. Not that he minded. He really just found it strange.
When you tried to flirt with him, he’d lift his star-like eyes and stare at you. Six spindly fingers with four phalanges each would fiddle with the fountain pen he found who knows where, and when he turned away after a long while, you’d get a good view of his long legs, tight ass, and big bulge.
This had happened many times, and yet you never got enough of it.
At some point, you wondered if you were perhaps a masochist who liked to be treated coldly, or were just after his body… Only to discover that when you closed your eyes you got excited by just hearing his gently hissing voice as he asked the most basic questions that barely counted as caring about you, and after his lukewarm hands touched your back and pinched your flesh, you always left his office dripping with arousal.
In short, at the very least, you wanted a one-night-stand with him.
You worked towards this goal quite diligently. Once a week, you’d come by Spindle’s office for a checkup and try to flirt with him.
However, you were either terrible at flirting, or he was horribly dense, or maybe it was both. In short, nothing ever came of it.
Eventually, you decided to give up being subtle. If being obvious didn’t work, you’d completely move on.
So you donned your most revealing outfit — which actually just consisted of pants so damaged you’d turned them into hot pants, a loosely tied and unbuttoned work shirt, and no underwear whatsoever — and punctually turned up as his last patient for the day.
Spindle imitated a human smile when he looked at you, and thanks to him sitting on his usual chair, you could clearly see him gaze at your half-exposed breasts and crotch for a moment longer. Just that was enough to make your pussy twitch, and you could already feel the slick leaking from between your folds.
Your light-weight metal prosthetic legs clinked on the hard floor as you walked. The sound echoed in the quiet room, somehow making you more nervous than you already were, and when you sat down he turned his chair with a soft squeak to directly face you up close.
A little too close.
“Is it always your mating season?” He wondered, voice hissing pleasantly, “Or do you naturally exude this fragrance?”
You blushed and threw him a seductive glance, “You trigger my mating season, doctor.”
Spindle thoughtfully twirled the fountain pen in his hand. “So you mean, you wish to mate with me?”
You nodded enthusiastically.
“But we can’t.”
“What do you mean??” You asked, absolutely flabbergasted. Didn’t female nurn have dick-shaped ovipositors? Or was your research wrong and—
“As far as I know,” Spindle interrupted your thoughts, “two females cannot mate to reproduce together.”
“Is there a difference between mating and reproducing?”
He activated the scanner as you talked, a dozen fingers gently squeezing your flesh as he felt for abnormalities. “My kind refers to the copulation between a male and a female as mating, and the mere laying of eggs without the influence of a male as reproduction. And as far as I know, female humans cannot reproduce.”
“Right… Then you could lay your eggs inside me?”
“If I were in my reproductive season, yes.”
“Oh…”
Spindle glanced at you with his big grey eyes, confused by your reaction. “Why do you seem so disappointed?”
“Nothing, I just… I just thought…” You pouted a little, unable to think of the right words.
“Could it be that… you want to fuck me?”
This calm inquiry made you raise your head so fast it made your neck hurt. Never had you heard Spindle use such a crude word, used to him using a rather scientific jargon when speaking about biology and… acts of the body.
Seeing you stare at him like he just pulled out a grenade, he tilted his head, “No?”
You woke from your stupor. “No no no! No, I mean, yes! Yes, I want to fuck you!!”
Only after the words were out did you realize what you said.
Great. Not only were you too dumb to just confess your feelings like a normal person, you also failed at seduction. Blurting out your filthy thoughts like that, someone as rational as Doctor Spindle would never…
“Sure.”
Never… Hm?
You must’ve looked really silly, for Spindle actually laughed out loud, grey eyes twinkling like stars due to his amusement. “I agree to your invitation. You seem more than ready, are you not?”
Your heart pounded and your face flushed, and you nodded so quickly it made you a little dizzy.
Then you got confused. How exactly… would this go?
The doctor didn’t give you much time to think as he stood up to go lock the door. His long legs moved mesmerizingly before your eyes, his tight ass made you blush, and when he turned around and you saw his bulge, your heart pounded so heard you meant to feel it in your throat.
Spindle took off his black doctor’s coat and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt as he returned to you. He looked down at you with a half-smile, fine black hair falling over his ear. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
You nodded dazedly, letting this sexy alien do whatever he wanted.
Sitting on the scan chair, which was comfortable as a massage chair and could make a person lay spread-eagle like an experimental subject, you watched him return to his swivel chair and slide forward. At the same time, he gently held your knees and pushed them apart to make room for himself, incidentally revealing your soaked crotch. The sight made him stare for a moment before he looked up at you, more level with your breasts than your eyes.
Exactly as you had planned.
Spindle raised his hands to undo the knot of your shirt. It easily came undone, laying bare your breasts.
He gently cupped them and started kneading. Large palms and long fingers wonderfully covered your chest, sending warm currents through your body. Slow and methodical, he explored their form, texture, and weight, and your pulse hammering beneath.
After a while, Spindle glanced up at you. “May I?”
“Whatever you want,” you breathed.
And so, he started taking care of your nipples. Thumbing over them, circling slowly and pinching lightly, he made you take deep, pleasured breaths.
“This feels nice…”
Spindle hummed, lingering on your breasts for a while longer before moving on.
His hands wandered down your sides, giving you a very secure feeling as they rested on your waist. From there, it was easy for his long fingers to slip into your waistband, fitting snugly against your skin for a moment before moving again to help you take off your pants. With that, your drooling pussy was exposed to his eyes, a glistening string of slick hanging between the fabric and your crotch.
You bit your lip and glanced up at Spindle—
It would’ve been better if you hadn’t. He looked like he was moments aways from picking up his fountain pen and documenting all your reactions to whatever he did, then analyzing the gathered data and planning an experiment to improve upon… stuff.
Actually… that didn’t sound all that bad?
No, focus!
By the time your mind came back around, your pants were already so off you didn’t even know where they were. Not that you had much time to think about that.
With agonizing patience, Spindle lightly trailed his long fingers along your legs. The lightweight metal prosthetics perfectly relayed the tingly sensation through your nerves to your brain. He lingered at the border between metal and skin, synthetic and organic, gently tracing the grotesque seams near the base of your thighs. It made you feel a little numb wherever he touched.
Your heart pounded as his hands moved. Settled by your hips, they rubbed a little before he extended his thumb-like fingers to hold your outer labia and pull them apart. This slightly pulled on your inner labia, exposing the glistening folds and your erect clit. When his finger pad rubbed over the latter with its weird, ribbed texture, you shuddered and moaned, your pussy twitching enticingly.
Spindle’s breathing changed a little and his crotch tented. You were affecting him.
His grey eyes flicked up at you, appearing a little brighter than before. And then, holding your gaze, his fingers moved. One of them dipped into your sopping wet hole.
A soft moan spilled from your lips with the intrusion, ending in a hum when his finger was fully swallowed by you and his palm pressed against your crotch. The ribbed texture of his finger pad rubbed pleasantly over a slightly rough spot within you, causing you to shiver.
He thrust a few times, then pulled out to add a second finger.
You took them well, more stimulated by the incredible depth he reached than the stretch.
After twisting, curling, and scissoring his fingers, Spindle pulled back again and added a third finger. Once you adjusted, he managed to stuff a fourth finger into your sopping pussy before he stopped out of consideration. With just your natural lubrication, taking more would be uncomfortable.
“Ready?”
You nodded eagerly.
Then he pressed a button to have your seat rise, stood up, and opened his pants. Two long, half-erect cocks protruded from their sheaths, their color almost creamy white when contrasted against his pallid green skin. They were straight, the tips tapered with translucent slick carrying a silvery shimmer beading on them. Under your gaze, they slowly grew even longer and harder, until finally, a drop of shiny slick fell from the tips.
Your pussy was level with his cocks, hole twitching in anticipation.
“Fuck me,” you breathed.
Spindle raised his sparse brows, not understanding whether this was a pure exclamation or a command. Either way, he pressed forward.
His two tapered tips fitted against your entrance. The leaking slick was slightly chilled by the air, making you reflexively gasp, and the tips stretched you like his four fingers, if not a little softer. They slowly opened you to his girthier midsection, your walls tightly embracing him.
He kept kneading your spread thighs as he proceeded. His cocks were squeezed together by you, only able to enter thanks to both of your slick, and he filled you so well you couldn’t think about anything but getting railed by him.
Spindle narrowed his grey eyes as he observed you. Your rolling eyes, flushed cheeks, and open mouth overflowing with gasps and moans looked more interesting than those of other humans, making him want to see more of your expressions. Maybe he’d fuck you torturously slowly, letting you beg for more. Or have you suck his cocks and drink his slick. He could also fuck both your holes, and then later lay his eggs inside your ass and make you wear a butt plug, forcing you to cockwarm him with a bulging belly while he worked on patient files.
Just thinking about it, your blissful expressions and small warm body held flush against his, made his cocks twitch and leak more slick.
No wonder so many aliens liked having human lovers.
When he bottomed out, fully hilted within you, your pleasure reached its peak.
Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing tightly and further stimulating your sensitive spots. It was just as you’d hoped, more than you could’ve imagined. So good you felt like you were ascending.
“Fuck, you feel so good…”
Spindle smiled, “Thank you.”
“What about me?” you couldn’t help asking between breaths, “Do I feel good? Do you like the way my pussy takes your cocks?”
The doctor carefully scanned you with his uncomfortably large eyes, from your sweaty face to your breasts and spread legs. His hand followed his gaze, like admiring a piece of art, feeling all your dips and curves with his slightly ribbed finger pads.
“You do feel good.” He said. “And I also… like the way you swallow me.”
You swallowed at his words, your throat movement obvious on your stretched neck.
Spindle stroked your cheek. With the blinding medical room light illuminating him, he resembled a condescending god. There was no true warmth in his eyes, only a burning curiosity, entangling you in its burning web, even while he was rock hard and held deep within your pussy.
His hand gripped the back of your neck.
He leaned down, so close your breaths intertwined, and carefully chose his words, bringing out the hiss of his pronounciation.
“I was thinking… I may not understand human love or attraction.”
“But?”
“But… I really like the idea of spending more time with you. I want to see more of you. More of your expressions. Expressions exclusive to when you are alone with me. When I fuck you as I desire and make you swell with my seed.”
Your pussy twitched.
Spindle thought that this should mean you liked what he said. Although he wasn’t as direct as he could’ve been out of consideration for you. After all, humans seemed to dislike people expressing such explicit fantasies without their prior consent.
“Does that mean you want to date me?” you asked excitedly after your brain managed to load the information you’d just received.
Spindle blinked. “Yes.”
Your heart bounced in elation, and you held his face and kissed him.
It started with just two pairs of lips pressed together, and ended with a long, slithering tongue in your mouth. His flavor spread on your tastebuds, somehow making you feel nostalgic for a life you never had.
Over time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he finally started moving his hips.
And just the first move made your moans rise a pitch.
Spindle’s cocks had a ribbed texture, only noticeable when he pulled back due to their angle. They gently raked your tender walls and left you throbbing with arousal.
He retreated until your pussy could barely hold onto his tapered tips before slowly pushing back in, setting a torturously slow pace that quickly left you whining and writhing. It was so much more intense than a faster tempo, allowing you to feel every ridge, like each one caressed you individually. The pleasure built slowly yet steadily, and it gripped you so hard you couldn’t focus on anything else but the riveting tingle it produced.
And then he started grinding against your g-spot. Smeared with slick and massaged by the ribbed texture, every movement glided along so deliciously you almost swallowed his tongue.
Paying close attention to your reactions, he pushed you over the edge with his careful ministrations.
You clenched around his cocks. Your muscles spasmed, making it difficult to hold onto him, yet you insisted on pressing close, clinging to him like a vine.
Spindle stroked your head, using the time or your afterglow to thoroughly explore your mouth with his tongue. It brushed over your teeth, slid along your gums, and entwined with your tongue, going so deep it felt like he’d reached the back of your throat. The touch was gentle, meticulous, a little ticklish yet comfortable.
You happily leaned into it, allowing yourself to get lost in him.
Then his hands started wandering again. Ribbed finger pads stroked lightly and rubbed heavily, alternating the pressure and direction at irregular intervals. Your neck, back and shoulders, breasts and nipples, waist and hips, all got their attention, gradually rekindling your arousal.
When his finger brushed over your clit, you grabbed his slim fit black shirt so hard with your sweaty hands that it wrinkled and bit his lip.
A shudder went through his entire body. His back arched and his hips rolled, quickly increasing the pace of his thrusts until he was rutting into your pussy like an animal in heat. He filled you to the brim, reached so deep you felt him in your belly, produced a squelch every time he pounded into your depths.
“Harder… Spindle, harder, please…!” you moaned as you clung to him.
The next moment, Spindle thrust so hard you jolted. He pressed you firmly into your seat, bent over you with his eyes wide open to observe your expressions of need and rapture.
Your breasts bounced and flesh jiggled, whimpers of overwhelming pleasure pouring out of you.
Somehow, the squelches produced by your bodies grew louder, his cocks sliding in and out of you with more and more ease. When a warm liquid erupted from Spindle’s two cocks with a wonderful series of throbs, pumping into your core and spilling from your entrance, you finally realized that it his slick. It was warm and sticky and so much you managed to find a moment to wonder where it all came from, but the thought was quickly fucked out of you.
All that remained was your wet, passionate entanglement.
Your doctor came, yet he was still hard, so he continued thrusting hard and fast until you came. The flutter of your pussy caused him to also cum again, flooding your insides.
When you looked up at him, his pale grey eyes were covered with a sheen of water. There were also some stains on his shirt, whether from tears, drool or sweat, you could not tell, and his pants had a small yet obvious wet spot with a silvery shimmer.
“This…”
“Slick,” he explained, “for lubricating the eggs.”
That wasn’t what you’d meant, but by this point you’d managed to forget what you originally wanted to ask. “What do they look like? The eggs.”
Spindle absentmindedly caressed your spine. “Hm… What do you humans call it again…? Ah. The eggs resemble pomegranate seeds. Deep red, perfectly round. Also a little squishy.”
You bit your lip as you imagined one such egg being laid inside you.
“The smaller the eggs, the more there are.” He explained. His voice was a little hoarse. “Mine are bigger. Probably a little smaller than your fist. But you wouldn’t be able to hatch them, since I cannot access your brood pouch or make you compromise on the functionality of your intestines.”
“But you could still lay them inside me?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“My amount averages around twelve. They wouldn’t fit in your—“
“When you’re in your mating season,” you interrupted with shining eyes, “can you lay them in me?”
Spindle’s mind flashed back to the image of you cockwarming him, ass stuffed with his eggs. His cocks gave an excited twitch, and he nodded.
Filled with anticipation, you pulled him into a lingering kiss.
Even if he didn’t like you, even if you ended up parting ways after a while—
NSFW - clark kent • afab reader - other than that unspecific reader
more thoughts about clark’s alien dick…
i have been doing lots of research to investigate any existing alien differences but all i’ve found is just the pincers thing so i will be exploring my thoughts on that
okay first of all clark kent is hung, not all tall guys are but this kryptonian very much IS
i’m thinking a grower not shower, at least 8 inches, can see it being 8.5 hard and it being at least 6 inches thick - i’m talking about a BIG dick here people, uncut with a gorgeous mushroom tip that matches his lips almost perfectly, i can def see him having like one big vein kind of going diagonally across NOW here’s the alien parts
i see the pincers being kind of like the side of your tongue lmao where you have little hairs but bigger and more hooked shaped that perform similarly to a venus fly trap… i feel like some of you aren’t trusting the vision but i am oh my god i SO am
i can see the pincers being the same shade as clark’s tip and being soooo sensitive…like multiple little clits down either side of his cock
maybe the pincers would individually roll into themselves and would look more like little bumps on his cock that when he is close to cumming unwind and grapple inside of you and keeps his sensitive cock lined up perfectly with your cervix…
