Alien Owner! Who picked you up off the street one day- you were wandering, like a lost little thing (you were on a walk), a stray! A poor human who had no one to guide them, and they just had to save you!
Alien Owner! Who takes you back home with them, rambling excitedly in a language you can't even dream of understanding- you just know you probably won't be seeing the streets any time soon
Alien Owner! Who researches for weeks about their new human, spending hours every day on forums and blogs compiling a list of how to best take care of you, while you come to realize that apparently, humans are a pretty common ‘exotic pet’
Alien Owner! Who does everything in their power to make you happy and comfortable, buying you all the best foods, beds, toys—anything and everything you could possibly want
Alien Owner! Who learns one day that humans ovulate once a month—but not that it's only some humans—and believes it's just like other animals going into heat
Alien Owner! Who decides one day that you're acting differently from usual, that it must be because of your ‘heat’, and that, being a good owner, they have to do something about it to make their little human happy and comfortable!
Alien Owner! Who makes happy clicks and trills at you, petting your body, nuzzling and licking your skin, until you start to react- always watching closely to make sure they're not hurting or stressing you out
Alien Owner! Whose whole species, you learn, have both parts; when their strange cock breaches their slick pussy out of nowhere, rubbing at your stomach and the curve of your hip like it's looking for entry
Alien Owner! Whose anatomy is distinctly inhuman, with strange curves and twists and…spines? But who feels so, so good when inside and wrapped around you, stroking all the right places
Alien Owner! Who makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and embarrassingly hard, leaving your body trembling and legs unusable while they coo and pet you like a dog, pulling away like nothing happened
Alien Owner! Who seems unfazed- until you find them hidden away with their hand(?) stroking furiously at their cock, a second strange appendage pumping in and out of their cunt desperately
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.
At a human fetish bar for aliens, the waitresses are taking bets on something. The winner has to drink a mystery liquid and must go about her shift as normal. Dear old y/n is the winner and her breasts and nipples start to feel pretty sore. Then her breasts start getting bigger. Customers start to notice, and glue their eyes when her tits start pressing against her top and leaking profusely. y/n is trying to do her job but is getting really turned on from all the eyes on her. Luckily a tentacles alien that helps her out by publicly milking and fucking her.
The tentacle alien watches you struggle all night.
He watches you trying to take orders and balancing trays while your swollen, leaking tits bounce and ache under that too-tight top you wear for work. Dark wet patches bloom across the fabric with every step you take between the tables and under the burning stares of the others. You are a mess. A breathless, panting mess with sore nipples and dripping pussy.
So, of course he offers his help.
Well... offers is perhaps a generous word for it...
You are up on the bar counter, skirt bunched up around your hips, knees spread wide to give way to the ridged tentacle that slams deep into your soaked pussy over and over until your vision blurs. It stretches you open until your eyes roll and your thoughts scatter. Every thrust sends jolts of raw pleasure up your spine as your pussy clenches greedily around the slime-slick limb that makes your juices pool on the wooden surface beneath you.
Another appendage has your wrists pinned tight behind your back, offering your milk-drenched tits to the crowd like a prize. Your shirt is forgotten on the floor somewhere, and your bra is yanked down under your breasts. They are massive now, forcing your back into an arch that has you mewling while two more tentacles latch onto your puffy nipples. They are raw, throbbing, so sensitive you could come just from the milking alone.
And the whole bar is watching you struggle between pain and pleasure, but you don't really care about them because all you feel is the fat tentacle ruining your cunt and the vicious milking of your tits. You’re nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and you’re about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.
What if the MC is obsessed with ghosts and aliens and is convinced that extraterrestrials exist and is determined to expose the truth—yet somehow fails to realize that their own significant other is one? Even when confronted with undeniable evidence, they refuse to believe in real aliens /ghosts
Example:
Mc : nice try babe but you having two dongs is fun and all but it’s clearly a mutation of so sort 🤓
Mc : oh you’re making the walls bleed and the chairs float is swell and all but it’s so obvious that it’s a simple trick of the lights
Conspiracy theorist Reader who's comically oblivious x Alien Partner who doesn't have the heart to tell them the truth so they just go along with the investigation. I love it.
You wake up in an unfamiliar bed with a pain in your head and a dull ache between your legs.
You groan softly and stretch, gently trying to nudge the stranger's arm off your waist so you can sit up.
While massaging the side of your head, trying to regain some motor functions, you look around and spot your technician jumpsuit and boots on the floor where you tossed them last night.
Just when you move to carefully slink off the bed, a soft four fingered hand gently reaches out to rub your lower back. You tense a little as the hand brushes up to your shoulder and a soft chest presses against your back.
“You weren't just going to leave while I was sleeping, were you?”
A soft voice mumbles sleepily against your skin. It’s said in a playful tone, they know the answer already.
“Well, that's my go-to.”
You try and make the rejection sound as casual as you can. The alien behind you sighs against your shoulder, cold breath prickling your sticky naked skin. You need a shower.
Turning your head, you meet their lips in a soft kiss, pushing them down onto the bed.
“I have to go.” Your words are mumbled against their lips. “But we can do this again, I promise.”
The alien under you breathes out a sigh, “Alright.”
You get up to get dressed, sliding into your technician's uniform and boots before turning back to the alien watching you with interest. There’s something probing in their stare and before you can think too much about it, you lean over where they lie in the plush sheets.
“One more for the road?”
They huff a strange laugh before mumbling, “I’m not familiar with that phrase.”
You roll your eyes, gaze down to their plump lips and clarify,
“I’m asking for another kiss before I leave.”
They hum in agreement and you lean down to kiss them a bit more passionately than intended but you eventually find it in you to separate and jump off the bed.
“Okay, bye! See you later!”
The door whizzes shut behind you.
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You speed walk down the bustling staff corridor of the star fleet, weaving in-between the various alien species just going about their day. Some deckhands rush past, anxious to get to their assigned areas and assist some elderly passenger with their luggage. Others, like cleaning staff, stroll past not nearly as rushed to get to where another passenger has thrown up their last drink.
You slip into the very board room you were supposed to be in 15 minutes ago and breathe a sigh of relief before that breath gets sucked back in when you’re faced with the stony glare of the Section Director.
The Director’s expression doesn't give much away, you can feel their large black eyes assess your state, determining why you’re late and how to proceed. The tension in the room is thick and you only ease up a little when you notice your buddy and co-worker, Shark standing awkwardly behind him, giving you an apologetic, light-hearted look.
“Good morning, Station Technician 005”
The Director's monotone but authoritative voice fills the empty space and you straighten up, clearing your throat.
“Good morning, Sir”
He looks down at you, as he does with most given how tall he is and gives you another once over.
“Had a good night's rest, I assume?”
Is his reply, a bit more heavy handed than usual. He must be more upset than he lets on. You've garnered yourself quite a reputation since boarding this ship so you're less than bothered by the implication.
“As always, Sir.”
He hums and finally turns his gaze away from you and back to his clipboard.
“The next time you’re late, I will have to write up a warning letter.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He motions for you to stand next to Shark so he can address you both.
“I need you to fix the vent in my office. I don’t care if it's broken or just needs cleaning, I want it fixed by the end of lunch hour."
He dishes commands out like he was born to, looking between the two subordinates in front of him with a stern look.
"Don't waste my time.”
With that he walks out the door, giving you one last disapproving glance before the door slides shut behind him.
Both you and Shark let out relieved breaths the second the door shuts.
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The last of the screws fall to the floor and you wrench the vent off the wall, peering into the sizeable opening. You sigh when you don’t see much dust or blockage, that means you’ll need to replace the actual vent covers.
“I just don’t get why he has to be so uptight all the time.”
Your complaint echoes as you poke your whole upper body into the opening in the wall, working to reach for the vent opening on the other side. The ship walls are thick and you have to stretch your entire torso into the vent just to reach but once you do, you start unscrewing the cover from the inside.
“He’s the section director. He has to be uptight, Leik.”
Shark drawls in his deep bass. He’s leaning against the wall you’ve crawled into, being very unhelpful.
Names are difficult to translate between languages that are literal galaxies apart so it's common for nicknames to spring up and stick between friends. He calls you Leik because you apparently resemble one. What that even means, you have no idea because he won’t tell you. You tried looking it up but you don’t know how to spell that in his native text and anyone of his species you've asked apparently doesn’t know.
That's also why you call him Shark. Orca would've been just as accurate but when you showed him what a shark was he thought it was really cool so it stuck.
“This is a star cruiser, not a military ship. He should loosen up.”
You mumble, finally getting the vent on the other side of the wall open, pushing it until it falls to the floor of the Director's office.
“C’mon, we both know you only think that cus you wanna fuck ‘em.”
Shark pokes your ass cheek and you are now very aware that your ass has been sticking out of the vent behind you this whole time. You go to wiggle your way out of the short vent but Shark places both his hands on your ass, preventing you from moving.
“You do, right?”
He asks again while groping the fat of your cheeks. You sigh, already feeling a little heat in your stomach.
“Yes, obviously. Nobody is surprised by that.”
You wiggle a little, trying to crawl your way out the front this time. Shark easily pulls you right back, keeping you still with one large hand around your thigh.
“You think he knows that? I bet his reaction would be hilar-”
“Are you really doing this now?”
“Cmon, Leik. I can smell you. You’re frustrated. You really wanna wait until our shift ends to get off? Everyone's at lunch right now, no one will even hear.”
A sigh tumbles from your lips, you don’t know what it is about the Director but he always gets you so riled up and Shark knows this all too well.
You unbutton your jumpsuit and slide it down your waist as much as you can, leaving you in your under-shirt.
Sharks laughter comes out like rumbling thunder, clearly amused at how little convincing you needed. He slips your jumpsuit down the rest of the way along with your underwear. You can feel him breathe in deeply, taking a long sniff of your arousal before running his finger down your cunt, smearing your wetness across your clit and back over your holes.
He slowly thrusts two fingers in your cunt making you whine with the sudden stretch. A stretch you should’ve gotten used to by now given how much you and Shark fool around, especially since he isn’t one for wasting time. He takes his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, his huge, slimy tongue. You moan lowly as the appendage explores inside you, feeling the vibrations of his moan when you clench down.
His tongue retreats and you whine even while knowing what’s coming next. Shark’s cock always hit the right spots, perfect ridges along the shaft, the arrow like tip, god it felt so good every time. You arch your back when you hear the shuffling of his pants falling down his massive thighs. His hands go to spread your cheeks wide and you lean up on your tiptoes, presenting for him.
He taps his warm, leaking tip on your cunt, collecting some of your slick and his spit. You try to grind back on him but can’t get much friction, not with his hand on your hip keeping you in place. He chuckles, taking pity on you and his cock, pushing in just enough to pop the arrowhead tip into you, watching how you stretch around him.
Your pussy weeps for more, clenching around his pointed tip, trying to suck in more of him. He slowly thrusts in, inch by inch, letting you feel every little ridge of his cock against your walls. The feeling has your eyes rolling, bracing yourself against the wall.
Your breath hitches when you feel the base of his cock against your ass, now taking his entire length. His warm hands massage the fat of your hips, feeling your walls clench around him. He does this all the time, just sits with his dick inside you, not actually moving. You heave a frustrated sigh,
“Fucking move.”
He gives you another, more ragged laugh,
“Sorry, Leik. You just feel so snug.”
Before you can snap back at him, a groan cuts you off as he pulls all the way out only to thrust back in all the way to the base. He sets a generous pace, fucking you through the wall. His hands on your hips, keeping your stomach pressed against the vent, making you feel the way his cock makes your tummy bulge against the cold metal.
You pant and moan, the sounds echoing in the empty office. You're so lost in the pleasure you don't even hear the door to the office hiss open or the quiet footsteps that follow.
When you do finally open your eyes, your entire body freezes when you see two squeaky clean boots standing right in front of you. You already know exactly who it is before you snap your head up.
The Director towers over you, wearing the same stern face he always does and it makes you tense up so much that Shark curses from the other side of the wall.
“Fuck! So fucking tight.”
The Director looks over at the wall and then back to you, raising an eyebrow.
You try to avoid looking at him. What are you supposed to do? Are you going to be fired? Go back home, ashamed and-
A sharp thrust from Shark knocks you completely out of your head and forces a load moan from your mouth that you desperately try to cover with your hand.
The Director only cocks his head to the side, as if assessing an interesting animal.
You hang your head low, trying to compose yourself even a little. You can’t look at him, not when Shark’s tip is kissing your cervix with every thrust. You groan into your hand, hating how turned on this is all making you.
You probably just lost your job but all you can think about is how dripping wet you are and how he can probably hear the slick plaps from the other side of the wall even over Shark's grunts and groans.
A slim hand slinks around your wrist and pulls your hand away from your mouth with a tug. You look up at the Director and he looks back with the same composed expression he always has, serious but calm.
The Director takes your chin in his long fingers and holds your face up to his. He studies your heavy breathes, your teary eyes as you try your best to hold back any sounds, your lip captured between your teeth.
Another rough thrust crashes through you as Shark grows closer and closer to his release. Your eyes squeeze shut, choking out a whimper despite your best efforts to keep it down.
You feel The Director’s grip on your chin tighten slightly, urging you to open your eyes. When you do, he's a lot closer than before, crouching down to your level. His big dark eyes bore into yours, commanding you to never look away again.
He pulls gently on your lip, pulling it from under your teeth and replacing it with his thumb. His eyes flicker down to your lips as he slowly slides his thumb between your teeth, forcing your sounds to fill the office space once again. You finally let your moans fall freely when Shark brings his thick fingers to clumsily rub at your clit.
His thumb brushes your molars as your breaths quicken and you reach for his wrist. He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers while never taking his eyes off yours, not even blinking.
You bite down on his thumb as your cunt squeezes down on Shark, feeling all the ridges and ribs of his cock against your walls. That's how you cum, staring right into the eyes of your director. You hear Sharks deep roar as he cums, coating your walls generously with every deep thrust.
Through your haze, you can see The Director's lips turn up ever so slightly into a mean little smirk, his eyes squinting a little in condescending delight as he watches you come undone.
Drool runs down his hand and your chin when he finally pulls out of your mouth. He wipes his hand on your shirt while you catch your breath, head dropping down to the floor again as the pain in your neck finally catches up to you.
Before you can properly regain your composure, The Director lifts your head back up, this time by pulling the hair at the back of your head. It stings and you meet his idle gaze with a glare.
Until Shark pulls out and you feel that familiar gush of cum pour out with him, making you moan involuntary. The Director huffs in amusement before dropping your head back down and standing upright again.
He brushes his uniform down, neat and tidy as always and walks out of the room without a single word or glance back at you. You curse to yourself as the door hisses shut again and before you can even think of any consequences this encounter could have, you feel a big slimy tongue lick all the way up your thighs and cunt.
“Shark!”
His voice echoes through the walls,
“What? I’m cleaning up.”
You groan, having no clue how you could possibly explain to him that you both might’ve lost your jobs for a quickie but you’re not sure because the guy who caught you seemed really into it but he’s a dick so he might just get you fired anyway but you’re not actually sure...?
Monster Bestfiend Accidentally Finds Your Only Fans
Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.
He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human.
His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like.
As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body.
The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again.
And when he sees you next, and his cock starts hardening immediately, he knows he is truly fucked. He’s just going to have to find a way to claim you for himself. At least he knows you have a thing for monsters and riding monster cock. He can’t wait to see you bouncing on his.
