Alien Bf asked for you to teach him all there was to know about human intimacy. He wanted to learn all there was, so long as it was you teaching him and no one else. You were his mate after all…
While he believed he had learned everything he needed to know by sneaking into the spaceship’s computer room and exploring the databases entire collection of porn, you insisted there was more. Much to his chagrin you moved away from all the porn and turned your focus to romance movies.
When watching them he didn’t understand these strange mating rituals. But he saw how the humans in each film reacted to them. More importantly he saw how you reacted. And he wanted nothing more than to make you feel all of that and more.
From then on your Alien bf does everything he can think of to make you blush and feel special. Making bold declarations of love in the middle of mission meetings and creating gifts of pleasure where he just so happens to give you them in front of everyone and they can all tell by your muffled screams when he uses them on you later.
As well as performing gestures like triggering the automatic doors for you, dragging you to sit on his lap, feeding you all your meals just as well as he feeds you his cock behind closed doors.
None of it is innocent, you know this as a fact by now. As sweet as his acts are, you know he’s purposefully toeing the line between romantic and sexual intimacy. Trying in every way he knows how to rile you up, using every advantage he as in his arsenal before you inevitably drag him off into some dark closet so he can fuck you straight into the next galaxy.
And he’s eating it up, every minute of it. Whether that minute is spent with his face buried between your thighs or otherwise. Always making those soft chirps that he does whenever he’s particularly pleased with himself. That sly grin on his face that forms after making you both blush and become incredibly horny.
You should finally call him out on it. For too long he’s been getting away with breaking the rules and testing the last of your patience. But fuck if you don’t benefit from that every chance you get. The words are right on the tip of your tongue, urging you to speak out about it, as you try and make the familiar clicking noise of his people. Yet the sound trails off as another climax wracks through your spent and battered cunt.
Mercilessly he fucks you through it, snapping up his hips to make you bounce on his dick. The girth of his cock rubbing against your sensitive silken walls, igniting your nerves and making stars dance behind your eyes. The sound of wet bodies smacking together echo through the whole ship but you can’t even care. They’ve heard you enough times to know what to expect.
“Isn’t this nngh! better, my mate? No hah! wasting time when we can just get down to what truly makes you blush,” your bf moans, swiveling his hips to hit that special spot deep within your walls.
Does he really think you’re in a state to teach him right now?! It’s almost like he’s doing it on purpose. You’re far too fucked out to notice the wickedly delighted glint in his eye. He hums to himself in thought, seemingly unaffected meanwhile you’re nothing more than a puddle for him to rut into as he reshapes your insides, ensuring no human or alien could satisfy you besides him.
“Ahh—hmmph— the way you smile so sweetly when I d-dote on you is more than enough to tempt me to do it again… and again,” he adds, a deeper meaning to his words that even you can pick up on.
His words combined with the way he skillfully rolls your bundle of nerves between his long fingers hurtles you over the edge once again. Your Alien bf makes an inhuman cry, filling you up with his essence as you cum together.
With that last climax all his strength vanishes. He flops down on top of you, his large body covering your plush frame. All he has strength for is the playful nips he leaves along your throat. The firm weight of his body has you writhing beneath him like you aim to get him hard again. That seals it, you’re definitely as obsessed with sex as he is.
“It might take a bit more practice before you get the hang of this romance thing,” you whisper into his hair, nuzzling into the soft strands. His following chuckle rumbles through you.
“We can practice as many times as you think I need, darling,” he purrs, having gotten the hang of this whole teasing thing.
Suddenly his hips flex, meeting your miniature thrusts and a loud moans pours out of you without your permission. More than prepared to practice whatever you wish all night. As long as it takes. He’ll romance you just how you need.
(Filled with headcanons that may not be accurate btw but I don’t care it’s my house)
Being called “Baby”: Does not fuck with that at all. They might find 90% of your pet names endearing, except that one. Do not infantilize them, they hates to think you see them as weak and vulnerable as a baby is. Would honestly loved to be called “Elder” or “Senior Citizen” instead, at least age has some pride to it.
Beds: Yautja don’t really sleep in ‘comfortable’ conditions, their mattress are very stiff and only adorned by furs from valuable prey they’ve killed. Besides that, they often camp on in trees or on forest floors, even in the worst of weather. So squishy human mattresses and fluffy pillows are not their thing, they always feel like they’re sinking. Plus the bed frame can hardly handle their full weight. But blankets are the worst, why would you want to be constricted and tangled up like that in your sleep?? On the plus side, they’ll never hog your sheets. In fact, they may just prefer the floor.
Perfume/Cologne: Okay, so if it’s the exact same scent you had on you the day you met, they can tolerate it. But anything outside of that is a no-go. Scent is largely how they familiarize others and smelling something foreign basically always registers as a threat. If you change it regularly, you might find all your perfume bottles in the trash one day. They find your natural body odor delectable anyway, nasties. If you switch it up on them once randomly, they straight up nearly attack you until they realized what happened and then make you swear to never do it again.
Haircuts: Their dreads are full of sensitive nerves, they’re a large part of Yautja affection and cutting them is a huge, painful sacrifice. So when you have to cut yours at least a few times a year? Horror story, basically. Literally flinches every time they see the scissor snip. They know, logically, that your hair is different from theirs but they still see the equivalent of an amputation.
Shaving: On a similar note, they don’t understand why you would ever want to get ride of your natural fur. Granted, they won’t try to fight this one as hard, but they actually love your fuzzy little hairs and get rather disappointed whenever your skin is freshly smooth.
Periods (if you get them): Another one that they logically know is normal and healthy, but they cannot stand to smell blood on you for an entire week. Their instincts are screaming that their mate is injured and they need to do something to fix it, but they just can’t. You pretty much get doted on and treated like you’re dying of an exotic illness.
Processed foods: They’re diet is a solid 60% meat they killed and 40% fruits/vegetables they foraged. All raw, of course. Cooking seems like a huge waste of time to them but they understand you needing to get rid of harmful bacteria. What they don’t understand is like…Takis. Or Candy Corn. Or Dr.Pepper. Like, anything that didn’t come directly from nature disgusts them to no end, they taste only pure chemicals and they cannot fathom how you eat a whole bag of gummy bears.
Clothes: Okay it’s not that they hate clothes, they just don’t understand your hesitation with nudity. To them, being naked means you are content and relaxed, even if you happen to be surrounded by strangers. They don’t really get body shame. What do you mean you don’t want your belly showing? Why are male chests more okay than female chests? Who cares if your genitals are out? Obviously some clothes have some purpose, but do oomans seriously need special garments just to not get embarrassed while they swim? How absurd.
If anyone else has any they’d like to share, please do! I love the differences in Yautja and human culture.
Imagine cockwarming your alien boyfriend whose dick secretes a natural aphrodisiac. Sitting in his lap as he tells you you're not allowed to move. But the longer he's inside you, the more horny and sensitive you get. You whimper, aching to squirm and achieve even the smallest bit of movement. But even a twitch in any direction has claws digging into your thighs and a low, warning growl sounding in your ear. Your hole becomes a sweltering mess, fluttering and clenching onto him against your will. He's not fucking you, but eventually, just the feeling of his thick cock's heavy throbbing starts to feel just as good. You moan and tremble, all too suddenly cumming hard. His breath stutters as his resolve shatters at the frantic, pulsating sensation around his dick. He picks you up, bends you over the nearest piece of furniture, and pounds several loads into your oversensitive but currently insatiable body.
Your boyfriend and you have been dating for a little while now. He was so kind and caring but he seemed a little off today. When you asked him about it he broke down “I’ve been hiding something from you.” He’d say not being able to look at you.
“I’m actually not from this planet.” He said but you thought was joking. Until he taped his watch making his disguise go away. He stood tall, palish skin with lengthy arms. He was telling the truth, he was.. an alien.
When you stared at him in disbelief he continued to talk. “Our planets females have almost all died off. The ones that are alive are being protected. You humans are the easiest way we can continue to breed.” He said with a sigh.
“Is that the only reason you were with me then..? To breed?” You should be scared or even remotely worried. But you weren’t, you’ve spent so much time with him and he was still him? Still this man you had been falling for. It wasn’t all an act right?
“I mean I did come here to find a mate, however on our planet. We mate for life. I wasn’t planning on just- you know and leaving.” He said looking at you with truthful eyes.
You let out a sigh of almost relief before moving towards him. Reaching up to cup his face, his skin felt smooth and a bit cold to the touch. You pull him closer to you kissing him softly. “You’re taking this very well” he said with a chuckle.
“Alien or human, it’s still you. And.. I like you.. so” you say a small blush creeping on your face.
“So you’ll be my mate! Really!” He said excitedly.
“Yes, silly.” You teased back.
After that day he felt comfortable being his true self around you. Not using his disguise whenever he could, and knowing you loved his true self made him love you even more.
The first time having sex was different, he asked if you’d rather have him as a human however you protested. Letting him know you wanted him, him truly.
He had you up against the wall, one of his long arms being enough to hold you up. His cock was a shade of soft blue, almost tentacle like with bumps up the shaft. When he pushed into your core the feeling was almost enough to have you cumming. His cock filled you up so fully.
His long arms came around you holding you tightly as he fucked up into you. His mouth crashing against yours as his long tongue lapped at the inside of your mouth. He was whimpering into the kiss. When he pulled away you realized his face was a softer shade of blue almost like blush.
“My mate, my beautiful mate. You’re mine forever. I’ll love you forever- ah forever mine” he panted out. “I’m gonna lay a clutch in you- gonna be even more beautiful with our chil-children”
When he finally came you could feel the small eggs moving past him into you. The feeling bringing you to another climax. Your belly swelled at the eggs being laid inside you. It felt warm and heavy.
He pulled you close to him, bringing you to your shared bed and curling up with you. He couldn’t wait for you to give birth. Couldn’t wait to see you with his young but more importantly couldn’t wait to do it all over again. With his beautiful mate.
Tags: NSFW, alien x reader, alien boyfriends, fem reader, established relationship, double penetration, ovulation, laying eggs, mentions of labor and delivery
Word count: 877
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Imagine having two alien boyfriends who can’t resist you. They love ravishing your holes every chance they get. Thankfully, you have two of them so they don’t have to fight over one, although you wouldn’t be entirely opposed to that.
They always open you up so carefully so they don’t hurt you, their long, nimble fingers exploring your insides as easily and with as much curiosity as they explore the farthest reaches of the galaxy.
One of them sits down on the comfy couch in your quarters, his aching cock emerging from his genital slit with an obscenely wet sound, glistening with mucus. It makes it so easy for you to slide down onto him. You approach him, your hole having been thoroughly stretched out on the bed, turn with your back to him, and sit on his cock, gasping at how far this position forces him inside you. How far your tight little hole stretches around him.
You sit there for a moment while your body adjusts, luxuriating in feeling him so deep inside your guts. He runs his soft yet textured hands all over your back and hips. Worshiping you.
Your other alien boyfriend watches from the foot of the bed, playing with his own genital slit to coax his cock out. It doesn’t take much, as desperate as he is for you. He crosses the room in two long, smooth strides and pushes your legs apart, kneeling on the floor between them. No matter how many times they’ve seen you naked, they always marvel over your anatomy. Your delicate, pink folds; your sensitive clit, your two holes that they think are absolutely beautiful, the way you get so wet for them at the slightest touch.
He doesn’t push inside you right way, but instead circles your clit with his fingers, the texture of them sending shivers through your body. It makes you clench around the cock in your ass. The one whose lap you’re sitting in nuzzles into the side of your neck and holds your legs apart while the other one continues exploring you.
He slips two fingers inside you, tracing the outline of the other’s cock through your wall. That right there almost makes you come. You love the way they coo over you, their sweet little human, always making sure you feel good, making sure each of your holes receives the amount of attention it deserves.
You’re right on the cusp of begging for it when the one kneeling between your legs finally pushes inside you. A cry rips its way out of you as you’re filled to the brim with dripping wet alien cock. They immediately start fucking you, one of them pulling back while the other surges forward in perfectly coordinated movements. You’re so glad the walls of the ship are soundproof, otherwise every single one of your crewmates would be able to hear you screaming, crying, begging them to fuck you harder.
It doesn’t take long before you’re trembling between them, completely at their mercy, but knowing that you’re completely safe with them. They would never dream of harming their precious human.
You come long and hard, arching your back and clenching so hard around their cocks, you think you might pass out. Maybe you did pass out there for just a moment because the next thing you know, the one in front of you is stroking your face while the other one draws soothing circles on the backs of your thighs with his fingertips. You become dimly aware of something latching on inside you, your cervix being dilated, and a moment later, he begins depositing eggs inside your womb. He is ovulating, so he gets to fuck your pussy. Those are the rules.
You sigh and relax and let them take care of you. They let you know what a good job you’re doing receiving his eggs, what a good vessel you will be for them. You preen under the attention. You’ve done this enough times that it doesn’t even hurt anymore as egg after egg pops inside you. By the time he is finished, your belly curves outward slightly. He’s laid a big clutch inside you this time. He kisses you on the forehead as he seals up your cervix so none of his eggs escape.
Laying eggs always takes a lot out of him, so he stretches out on the bed while the other one eases his cock out of your ass and carries you to the bathroom, where he draws you a nice, hot bath. He gently cleans between your legs with a washcloth; their mucus can really make a mess sometimes, but you stopped caring a long time ago.
You run your hand over your slightly protruding belly while he tends to you, thinking about the labor and delivery you will go through in a few months. The eggs have to be delivered under water; their shells will crack if they are exposed to air too suddenly. The medical wing has several tubs for this specific purpose, but if no complications arise, you plan on delivering them right here in your own quarters, where you’re the most comfortable, and your two alien boyfriends will be there for you every step of the way.
A/N: Somewhere between the ask and the page the breeding kink got lost. Don't worry, fem!reader definitely gets egged, and boy does she unambiguously enjoy it, but it's less of a "making you mine" vibe
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You stepped through the airlock. You’d already stripped your flightsuit down to your underclothes, barely more than a crop top and shorts, even so the climate control had you covered in a thin sheen of sweat in moments. Humid, sticky air, just cool enough that you weren’t in danger of overheating. You knew the owners of this station preferred it hotter, but human physiology is what it is.
Rion is a tropical world of shallow, jewel green oceans bordering jungles so dense the light doesn’t reach the ground. A biosphere not delineated laterally, but vertically. The Rionites evolved in the mid-layers, high enough to see glimpses of the stars through the canopy but still deep enough to foray down and reach the precious minerals in the crust of their world.
Minerals you had been sent to barter for.
UNE command had been thorough in your training. You knew the correct honorifics, the proper gestures of greeting, words to avoid when speaking to other delegates. You’d also been given a stern warning: Rionites are a particularly fecund species, one that sees sexual contact like humanity sees a handshake. Possibly some societal holdover from a time when they weren’t the top of the food chain, so needed to keep a steady influx of new members of society to remain stable. Now though, it was causing them problems. Overcrowding on Rion was threatening their delicate ecosystem.
This station was the first of many. A shining home in orbit around their home planet. The UNE sought to secure extraction rights on the planet below. In return the Rhionites would be granted the knowhow and infrastructure required to make more stations like this one. Artificial worlds to save their mother planet from the same fate Earth-That-Was suffered so many generations ago.
You took a seat at a table in front of you, skin sticking to the cool metal. Everything was printed on polymer paper to try and prevent documents rotting away. Clean energy, nondestructive mining drones, terrain rehabilitation, even plans for floating arcologies. Being thorough was the name of the game, and the UNE were nothing if not sticklers for detail. Exiles from your own homeworld, living for centuries auditing every seed, you had to be.
The door opposite you opened. A waft of hot air flowed inside, filling the room with fog as the humidity spiked. A figure cut through the haze, your counterpart. You’d done your homework, even before the atmospheric controls dispelled the fog you knew mostly what he’d look like. Tall, slender bodied. Two arms and legs, though wiry muscled and longer proportional to his torso. Large eyes set high in his face, angled slightly outwards. He’d have a narrow band of binocular vision, but would turn his head slightly to get a good look at you. Below that would be a distinct absence of a nose, then insect-like mandibles suited to chewing on plant fibres. Slits on either side of his neck performed the vital business of breathing.
You stood. The results of this preliminary talk would shape diplomatic relations for months to come. No room for mistakes.
Running through the routine you had memorised, you gave a formal greeting from rote.
A moment passed.
A trilling voice answered you. Echoing the counter-sign you had been trained to expect. Despite your broken pronunciation, this wasn’t going off script just yet.
Until the climate control finally cleared the air and you realised that of the two of you, only one was wearing anything.
“Why do you come armoured?” The Rhionite turned his head slightly, bringing you into the focus of his compound vision “Is this not diplomacy?”
You paused a moment. Then you realised, they likely don’t differentiate between clothing and armour. On a planet where most natural fibres would simply rot off you, why go through the expense of making textiles if not for protection? “In my culture it is customary to cover one's body with fabric. I meant no disrespect”
That drew a smile. At least you hoped the slightly grotesque contorting of the alien’s face was a smile “Aah, to savour the experience. I understand”
He stepped around the table, pushing into your space. One six-fingered hand held your wrist, flattening your palm against the polished aluminium surface as he bent you over slightly “To remove first, like peeling the delicious fruit”
You tried to protest, but found yourself speechless. Watching his other hand as it tugged your top upwards, exposing more of your midriff, then letting your tits fall out. You co-operated as he dragged the sweat-soaked garment over your head, letting it come to rest on your other arm.
Next he knelt down, caressing you slowly as he went. Despite the heat, the callouses on his fingertips drew goosebumps on your exposed flesh. One hand flat on your belly, keeping you pressed back against the bolted-down furniture, the other tugging at your waistband. Her looked up at you expectantly “This covers the…” He struggled for the word
You nodded. You weren’t sure how much of the hot and bothered feeling in you was coming from the too-hot climate, or your colleague knelt in front of you “That covers the genitals, yes”
Another smile. You’re pretty sure that’s what it was “We have much to learn about one another. I look forward to you teaching me”
You looped your thumbs under the elastic of your shorts. There might be some translation errors if you start talking about topics like consent, but you hoped that actively helping him undress you would be enough of a hint that you weren’t just comfortable where you were, you wanted to go further.
He caught your meaning. Or he was going to do this anyway, right now, you’re not sure if it mattered which. Slowly, he slipped the shorts down your legs, one hand caressing your inner thigh as you sat back onto the table, opening your legs for him. More fabric blocked his view of your bare hole, thin regulation-issue underwear, already soaked with a combination of sweat and slick. He didn’t bother taking these off, pulling the gusset aside and sinking two fingers into you. “Pla-cen-tal ma-mal” He sounded out the words, as though this is the first time he’s said them aloud “This is the primary erogenous zone, correct?” He crooked his fingers up inside you, pushing hard against your g-spot. The noise that came from your throat was all the answer he needed. Strong hands, crafted by millions of years of evolution for traversing creeping vines and branches, curling and probing inside you. Once he’d figured out he could use his other hand too, rubbing and teasing your clit, it was all over for you. All you could do was cling to the edge of the table, trying to resist the urge to wrap your thighs around his head and draw him in for a taste.
Then he decided he’d do that for you. Mandibles working over your folds. Tiny rasping mouthparts making you shake and twitch. You lost the battle with your instincts, the soft meat of your legs holding him close as pressure built inside you. Your legs trembled as a groan escaped you. Toes curling, cunt twitching, you felt yourself squirt into the alien’s face.
He kept going, turning your moan into a scream, then a silent howl as you felt more and more of your juices spraying him. He only stopped when you pushed his face away from you.
He knelt between your trembling legs, fixing you with that tilted-head stare as you caught your ragged, laboured breath.
“Was I unsatisfactory?”
You laughed “You were more than satisfactory. I just need to catch my breath”
He nodded, then stood.
You couldn’t help but stare at it. He’d clearly enjoyed himself, a long, thick organ protruded from between his legs having emerged from a hidden genital slit. Looking between it and his face, you could tell he knew you’d seen it. You licked your lips, pulse still racing. That thing would break you in two.
Sod it. “So, in my culture we have this concept of foreplay…”
You didn’t need to finish that thought. You were already in each other’s arms, your legs open, torso angled to better accommodate the sheer length of the beast knocking at your entrance.
It slid into your already-dripping cunt, aided by the sea of slick and squirt lubricating your hole. In one smooth motion he was already knocking on your cervix. Every motion made you gasp, holding him a little tighter as he ground his tip against the muscle barring entry to your womb.
He kept pushing, kept pressing against the resistance inside you.
Tongue lolling, you just clung onto him, ear pressed to his chest to hear the swish-swish-swish of his circulatory system.
You cried out when it pushed past your cervix, feeling the thick organ press through as he began to tense up. Wordless, rhythmic, he twitched. His whole body convulsing. At the same time, you felt him thicken inside you. Something travelled down his member, stretching you even more. A sob of pain escaped as the first one forced its way past your cervix, before depositing in your womb. Then another followed, and another.
Five in total. Five hard lumps nestled inside you before he withdrew, finally letting your body relax. You could feel them, each one the size of a ping pong ball, still keeping your belly full. Subconsciously, you cradled your belly, the mass inside you bringing you a strange sense of comfort despite the lingering ache of being over-full.
“Now” he straightened up, still covered in your juices, ovipositor throbbing as it receded back into his abdomen “Diplomacy.”
Alien boyfriend who is obsessed with touching your skin. Bonus points if you have skin imperfections for him to be amazed about.
He gets super excited when you shave because “it's so smooth!!” But he also doesn't care if you don't, because, look! You can grow fur!
He endlessly traces scars, as if he's trying to feel every little thing, committing it to memory.
Sometimes he touches your skin, then his own, and then yours again, marveling at how different you are. You're so soft, squishy, and cute!
He'll trace your skin while slowly thrusting into you, his claws carefully teasing your sensitive spots, making you writhe in pleasure and frustration at his slow pace.
He's not an aggressive lover most of the time, but he does enjoy teasing you quite a lot—the look on your face when you can't get enough, the way your hips shake to try and get his alien cock deeper into you.
He'll let you wriggle for a while but then grabs your hips, his thumb-like claws softly stroking your skin as he holds you still for more slow torture.
He loves the way your skin flushes as you moan out, and your voice is another thing he loves about you.
Sometimes, he'll flip you over and fuck your hole from behind; it's something you showed him in the hopes he would go feral on you. It turns out he does love the position, but only because you make such cute mewling sounds when he doesn't give you what you want.
These days, he just slow-fucks you while sensually tracing your beautiful back and watching those cute goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
He revels when your orgasm builds, your body writhing in need, trying so desperately to get more but he's denying you, pounding into your puffy hole for hours with excruciatingly slow movements, almost carefully so, but deep enough to hit all of your favorite spots.
You don't know if it's despite the painfully slow pace or because of it, but every orgasm feels more shaking than the last, leaving you not only panting but wanting more, and he'll give you exactly that. His pace switches quickly, leaving you just enough time to let out a small yelp before he starts that punishing pace that makes you see stars, just before he cums inside of you, the slightly bioluminescent seed painting your beautifully smooth thighs, as he makes sure to touch your skin some more and let you know just how pretty you are, calling you his favorite star in the galaxy.
