#aliens x reader

[davinawritings]

OnlyFans Full Of Monsters Part 2

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Penetration, Knotting, Fantasy Sex Toys, Copious Amounts Of Cum Like Lube, Creampie (Sort Of)

Part 1

You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you position your camera. Your laptop is already open and just waiting for you to press the button to go live. You have a few more minutes before seven, and you try to collect yourself. 

The dildo suctioned to the floor in front of your bed is equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking. When your lovely werewolf subscriber decided you’d be fucking a knotted dildo, your excitement was through the roof. You had yet to try a knot, and the thought of taking one for the first time on camera made your pussy wet and tingly.

The first thing you did after that live was browse online for the perfect dildo. You spent quite a while browsing before finding the one. You ordered it with rush shipping and were grateful that it arrived this afternoon just in time.

Looking at how thick the knot is, you think you may have been a little more adventurous when looking at its picture online. The shaft is long but not the longest you’ve taken before, probably about seven inches. Its impressiveness is truly in its knot. It sits at the base, and you cannot wrap your hand around it to have your fingers touch. You are slightly nervous about being able to take it, but that’s overshadowed mainly by your arousal to be knotted.

You fill the three hundred milliliter syringe with the thick white lube before attaching it to the tube connected to the dildo. You set it to the side and sit yourself next to the werewolf cock. As soon as the clock turns to seven, you go live.

You give the camera a sultry smile and say, “Hello, my lovely monsters. I’m so glad you could join me tonight and be here for my first knot. Hopefully, I’ll be getting knotted regularly from now on”. You grab the bottle of lube and pour a more than generous amount over the thick dildo. You continue to stroke as you read through the comments, reading some of the more descriptive ones aloud for your audience.

Once you have it thoroughly slick and ready, you kneel over the dildo and shift your hips so the wet tip is pressed against your dripping entrance. With a smile on your face, you begin sinking down the slick cock. The shaft alone provides a good stretch, and you moan at the feeling.

You stop when the fat knot starts to push against your entrance, giving your hips a little roll and causing the dildo to shift around in your sensitive pussy. You pull back up until only the tip rests inside you before dropping yourself back down until the top of the knot. 

You continue bouncing up and down but keep yourself above the knot, not quite ready to try taking it yet. You use your hands to caress your body, pinching and pulling at your nipples as your tits bounce with your movements.

You look back to see floods of comments, doing your best to read them and respond between moans. “Fu–uck, yes! Mmhhh feel so good. I wish this was your cock stretching me open”, you say to your camera. 

You lean over slightly to grab the large syringe, using a good amount of pressure to push the thick lube through to the dildo. You can feel it as it floods your pussy, slickening your cunt even more and creating a white ring on top of the knot as you slide up and down. You only pushed about a quarter of the syringe in, but you’re already so full with the slippery white cum like lube.

You take a look at the comments and groan at their words. 

Comment Section:

AlphaWolf992: Fucking gorgeous. I wish I was there with you, little one. I’d knot you so good.

HumanLuvver69: Take the knot like a good girl. I wanna see that tight human pussy stretched open on that fat knot.

Mr.TentaclesXXX: Hmmmm, you would look so pretty with my tentacles in all your holes. 

FeralFucker111: I need you to sink down on that knot, baby. Let me see that pretty human pussy swallow up that big knot. I want to see you filled to the brim with cum, baby. Fuck I would fill you with my cum and knot your tight cunt if I was with you right now. 

DaddyOrc33: Perfect little human. Come on. I need to see you cum. Wanna see that pussy clench on that monster cock. Fuck I hope you fuck an orc cock next. Wanna see you stuffed and leaking orc cum so bad little human.

You wish you had these monsters with you right now. You can only imagine what it would be like to get fucked dumb by a real monster. Although, for right now, this werewolf dildo is doing a great fucking job. 

You pull up and off the tip, hovering above the big dildo, and you smile as you watch a torrent of thick white cum drip out of your cunt and make an even bigger mess of the dildo. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the chat going crazy.

“Alright, my loves. I think it’s time to try and work my way up to really take this knot. I think my pussy is nice and ready for it,” you say. You see the comments flood with encouragement and neediness to see you knotted. 

You give the camera a beaming smile as you thrust down on the dildo again. You sit just above the knot again when you stop and pick up the syringe again. You give another hard push until it reaches about halfway. You moan as it coats your warm cunt and slides down the dildo. 

You lift up and down again, shifting your hips just slightly so the tip nudges against your g-spot on each stroke. You whine softly as pleasure shoots through your body, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of the cock inside you. 

You widen your legs, bringing your core closer to the floor and the knot. On the next stroke down, you push further the beginning of the knot, pushing against your entrance and making your breath catch in your throat.

You lift up again and drop back down using gravity to your advantage. You get the first part of the knot in, but not quite to the largest part. You reach for the syringe again, giving a slight push to add even more lube. 

You lift slightly before dropping all your weight downwards. The knot pushes against your tight hole, and you groan at the stretch. The widest part is just outside your entrance, and instead of lifting up to try again, you push down harder and circle your hips. Moans spill from your lips as the knot slips in millimeter by millimeter.

You cry out as the thickest part slides inside you, the rest of the knot following after, and the dildo pushes even further inside you. You moan and bounce up and down in small movements, keeping the knot in your wet heat.

You grind your hips as your thighs begin to shake, ecstasy spreading through your nerves. You push on the syringe again, and more creamy white lube floods your pussy, through the knot keeps it locked inside you. 

You glance at the camera as you say, “I’m so close. I feel soooo full. Oh my- fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna c-cum!”.

You throw your head back as your pussy clenches around the cock inside you. You moan freely as you ride every wave of your high, pushing on the syringe over and over to fill yourself with the cum-like lube. Each push stuffing your fluttering pussy more than you thought possible.

With a final whimper, you stop moving your hips, taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm and the overwhelming fullness you feel. As you come back to your senses, you look at the screen, smiling at all the comments from your monsters.

You shift your eyes over to your camera and stroke your hand lightly over your lower abdomen, where a slight bulge is. You pull up hard and fast, whimpering as you pull the knot from your overstuffed cunt. You keep going until your pussy hovers over the tip of the cock, watching in slight amazement as the cum-like lube pours out of you and drips down to the werewolf cock. It keeps going on and on, and you moan slightly at the feeling and the puddle forming beneath you.

You give the camera one last sultry smile as you say, “Alright, my loves, that’s it for today. I’m so happy you could be with me for my first knotting. I can assure you it definitely won’t be my last. Make sure to come see me again on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see which monster cock I’ll be taking next”. You blow a kiss to the camera as you hit the button to stop the recording.

You’re already excited about your following live and finding out which monster you’ll have next week. As you look at the messy werewolf cock in front of you, you can’t help but want round two right now. Well… you’re already nice and stretched… a few more rounds of knotting can’t hurt.

Let me know if you liked it! Also did you like having the comment section with some of the comments written out?

[sol-consort]

Something i think about is that not a lot of Races have breasts. At least not like humans, only ones that come to mind are Asari and Quarians.

...Said races having those getting Titjob/Pecjob for the first time? I read your pervy roomate stories and I feel like it's safe to assume the Turian and Krogan would try their hardest to convince you to give them one.

Or some Protheans for the first time experiencing the plush flesh of humans caging their cocks between their chest

Just food for thought

I remember that curious turian in the Citadel who asks Shepard about their boobs, that was a... memorable experience that really halts the player's flow. So it's safe to assume turians are intrigued by tits, both the round plush kind and the flattish hard pecs. Or that turian could be a another Jaal case who knows.

Quarians have them, and they hold high affinity for dancing, and quick movement tends to emphasise the chest. They're bags of flesh, it's hard not to. Jiggle physics weren't fought for fervently in obscure online forums for naught. The asari share a similar stand, although they might care for them less, viewing them through the lens of another body part rather than an aesthetic one.

Krogans don't have breasts, would they care for them like the turians? Probably not. Krogans don't find humans physically attractive, it's the asari they're more interested in.

I think the angara are very weirded out by our boobs, that's more of a personal headcanon. Whale breasts are internal as apposed to the human external ones, mammary slits engulf them to prevent salt water from mixing in with the milk; breastfeeding underwater is really tedious. So they only emerge during brief periods only to disappear back into their body. Retractable tits baby!

On top of that, most mammals follow a "will only develop boobs during/post pregnancy" rule of thumb that humans defy. Boobs are COSTLY for the body, a luxury that's usually cut back whenever the nursing period is over and they shrink. Us hair-loss apes have permanently prominent breasts, and proportionally larger breasts to body ratio in contrast to both our close relatives and the animal kingdom as a whole.

So. Yeah. Imagine how weird the asari, quarians, and humans look to the angara. How wrong it feels to just casually talk and interact with us when (in their brain) it appears as though we should be busy with something else entirely right now.

Important to point out that I've been (and will continue) referring to boobs and its synonyms in the gender neutral manner. Just because we're talking about round plush boobs doesn't mean I'm implying the reader to be a woman, sex or gender. Same goes with pecs, they don't imply a male reader either. Of course, you're free to use your imagination and interpret it as whatever you wish it to be; this is smut at the end of the day.

Anyway NOW we can explore your concept anon!

Turian x Reader smut, boobjob? Idk what to tell you dude

A single claw brushed against your chest, the sharp edge resting under your collarbone. With every slow breath your senses became acutely aware of the large metallic talon pressed below your neck. It felt heavy. Its jagged nature lightly scratching your thin human skin.

The turian's mandibles made a series of movements, opening and closing not so subtly. You feel his claw drag down, drawing an invisible line in its trail, dipping under the neckline of your top—a faint vibration at the back of his throat, a soft purr—and tugging the flimsy fabric downwards in one movement.

Your boobs spill out immediately, courtesy of the spaceship's artificial gravity. Every rise and fall of your chest accentuate their prominent presence, nipples pebbling under the exposed air. A certian warmth collecting at the far corner of your cheeks, the realisation that you're really doing this, letting your clothes be tugged off by the turian who coaxed you into his lap a while ago, in the living room where anyone could walk in. It all happened so quickly and now a buzzing light-headedness is taking root.

You shift on his lap, thighs growing numb from sitting on a hard surface, and he retracts his hand. A look of pleading uncertainty in his eyes, glowing circles in a sea of black, looking the furthest thing from human whilst showing the most human emotion of all.

You could practically guess what's going on in his mind. Humans were always squishy but this an entirely new level. Your breasts are practically pillows of soft tissue, and his claws are anything but.

Placing your hand atop his own, you gently move it back to your chest. He doesn't resist as you place his open claw on one of your boobs, but his mouth does open speechless as you squish it against his talons. Pushing your chest into his open grasp, whilst your own hand kept his in place.

You squeeze your hand around his, and he reluctantly imitates it, squeezing a set of claws around your plush breast. How pliant it's in his grasp, moulding into an almost ball to fit in his palm, it astonished him to no end.

With all the necessary encouragement he needed out of the way, his other hand finds your chest. Another squeeze, a little bit harder than the previous one. He's growing bolder, sharp talons and metal-plated claws fondling your plump chest, squeezing the soft fat, dragging its sharp edges against the delicate skin, watching it bend without breaking, dipping down around his claws.

How comfortably they weighted in his grasp. Cupping each one and pushing it up, squeezing to his heart's content, before letting go and watch it spill down with a slight bounce.

The thin garments you humans preferred for sleeping are going to be his end. The flimsy fabric thinly veiling your bare breasts as you went to grab a glass of water before bed, soft nipples poking through, drawing his gaze to them as he tries so hard—and fails—not to stare directly at your chest like a drooling pervert while you were none the wiser, blinking through a sleepy hazy before wishing him a goodnight.

He could play with them all day and never tire. How unbelievably smooth and silky they felt, so full and supple, easy to move and mould. To think you've been hiding them under your clothes all this time. His curiosity has been insatiable since the first you squeezed past him in the tight hallway.

A bite would certainly break the skin. The exposed teeth at the end of his jaw glisten under the fluorescent overhead lights.

Even while he's being gentle, it translates into roughness virtue of being a turian fondling a human alone. His skin is nothing like yours.

Your nipples have been relentlessly brushed and dragged against a rough surface while he's none the wiser, growing more and more sensitive as pleasure bled into the previously uncomfortable sensation. Faintly electrifying, making you look forward to it. Soon enough, it wasn't enough. You wanted more, wanted him to pinch them between his claws, to twirl them around, to press and tug and swipe his large tongue over them. His lack of lips should've made you against the idea of having his mouth around them, a dull beak could only scratch and abuse, so why did this notion sound insanely arousing to your brain? Maybe you had some screws loose. You just needed to see what your nipples would look like pressed against his blue tongue.

As you lift yourself from his lap to bury his face into your tits in hopes of giving him a sign, he seems to have a different idea of his own as his hands take hold of your shoulders, and lay you on your back, with his body now hovering above yours on the couch.

"So..." he starts, not knowing how to start. Groping your boobs seemed to have knocked all sense from his brain, making it hard to articulate the gnawing desires in his brain into coherent sentences. Mandibles moving frantically, the vibrations intensifying at the back of throat. He makes a squeaking sound that your translator doesn't pick up on when your leg pushes up between his open ones.

In an instant, he's reduced to a mess. Hips moving on their own, rutting against your leg, his much larger frame meant his confined cock pressed against your hip and lower side of your stomach.

Your instincts scream at you, you want to wrap your arms around him. Have him bite your shoulder, mark your neck, claw down your back. You wonder if it's the same for him, or if his primal desires manifest in different ways.

You want to show him everything there is to show.

With enough room to shuffle down on the couch, you move until you're facing his zipper which you swiftly undo. Much to his confusion as he sat there above you, carrying his weight with his spread knees as to not crush you.

You tug his cock free and it's your second stark reminder of his inhumanity for the night. The blue and purple hues, the textured skin, the curved structure, it pulses in your grasp, leaking faintly glowing white that seeps from inbetween your fingers, dripping down onto your chest.

He's sitting up now, attempting to get a view of what you're doing. One hand gripping onto the back of the couch, you squeeze the base of his cock with one hand, the other teasing the hand, and his claws pierce through the back of the couch, leather sliced like butter.

His hips snap forward to fuck into your fists, leaking more and more. A stray droplet lands on your face, sliding down your cheek and falling into the corner of your mouth. You resist the urge to swipe it with your tongue, keeping your lips pressed closed. It's toxic, you remind yourself, no matter how delicious it smells.

"More" he begs, half sentences and broken words melting into a gibberish of whimpers, curses, and encouragements. Your translator can't keep up much, squeaks turn into growls, the intense vibration is apparent in his hoarse tone. Crumbling before you into a mess of purrs and clicks that mean nothing to your brain.

Sometimes it's a bitter pill to swallow, that you'll neve truly connect with him as another one of his kind could. That a shallow surface level understanding of his micro-expressions and vocal indications is all that you'll be capable of as a different species.

And then, that thought is gently tucked to the side as his body sinks down, cock pressed flush against your bare chest, leaking tip squished against your nipple.

It's easy to forget just how much turians tower over you, how easy they can crush you, how it takes him only one hand to squish both your tits around his dick when it would've taken you two.

"this feels..." his voice comes out raspy voice, throat quivering, "unbelievably" the pre-cum droplets act as a lubricant for the cock sliding against your boobs "fucking good." His back curls, beak hanging open, a growl at the back of his throat.

Back and forth, he steadily fucks into your tits. Using your boobs to jerk himself off, squeezing them tightly together so they snuggle his dick with just one hand, the fragile skin dips underneath his claws and you're reminded of the fate of the couch.

The deeper his thrusts become, the more you find the head of his dick brushing against your throat, poking your face, squished against your cheeck, smearing itself all over your closed lips.

Your own hand reaches down between your legs, your own neglected parts throb under your touch. Finding yourself sensitive and drenched. You can't take your eyes from the mesmerising sight of his cock disappearing inbetween the squished plush of your boobs only to reappear again at the top. How if he pushed just a little further, if you lowered your head just a bit, his cock would be kissing your closed lips.

Arousal pulses through your very being, being used in such a thorough and sensual way flooded your brain with all the right kinds of pleasure. Your own fingers struggling to keep up with your relentless appetite.

Here you are, just a dumb little human who flew too close to the sun. You let the big scary alien tug off your clothes and fist his cock with your tits. All because you wanted to indulge his curiosity. All because you liked how it felt to sit on his lap. All because you thought his face paint was kind of cool. And now you're being made a display of in the middle of the living room, you don't even know if your other roommates are home or not, do you?

You're really not doing yourself or your species any favours folding this easily.

But who cares about humanity or propriety when your cunt is stuffed full of your fingers. Or when your cock is throbbing and leaking a mess everywhere. Or when your ass is squeezing your fingers inside as if begging for more.

Decorum and decency are not parts of your vocabulary when a hot turian has you pinned down underneath his intimidating frame, using your tits like his very own personal fleshlight. To think such a depraved man was hiding underneath that coy act, how is this the same person you just had to handhold through giving your breast a squeeze a while ago.

With a final thrust climax hits him like a storm, electrifying through his veins as he empties himself all over you. The same glowing white now painting your chest, smeared on your cheeks, and dripping down your chin.

You look up at him through clumped eyelashes, witness him admire the mess before him. The work of art he made of you. And if that loud purring is anything to go by, he's beyond pleased with this beautiful sight.

Instead of getting off to bring a towel or something, it seems that whatever trance you've put him under hasn't broken yet, for he merely readjust his position to be face to face with you.

Starts with a small lick against your lips, another at the droplet of cum clinging to your chin, a third at edge of your jaw. Swipes of his long tongue get larger as he kisses and licks your face clean.

Moving down to your neck, you feel his mandibles brush against your throat, lightly scratching your collarbone the lower he descends.

The turian really takes his time when he reaches your chest, going back to this newly founded habits of pawing and clawing at them whilst cleaning them with his tongue. How beautiful its rich blue hue contrasts against the earthy tones of your skin. You think of how you must look like to him. How your ordinary is his extraterrestrial. How it is as equally alien to be a vibrant cosmic hue as it is to be a warm earthy tone.

After what felt like an eternity of him having his fill, now his interests seemed to lay in the still-wet area between your legs.

[blackmoonowl]

Give us alien oneshot

𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

ꨄ Pairing: Qyvax (Alien Oc) x reader

ꨄ Summary: An intelligent alien crash landed near your home. You've taken him in, to hilarious results. Also the reader eats meat in this fic so if that bothers you, there's your warning.

ꨄ Word Count: 1003

Humans were complete and utter savages.

That's what Qyvax thought, anyway. The tall insectoid alien awkwardly sat on a chair too small for it's nearly three-meter height. His lower pair of arms were on his lap while his upper pair rested on the table. His dark green exoskeleton was covered with a futuristic looking body suit, a pair of big black eyes were seemingly boring into your soul as you ate your meal. His antennae twitched and mandibles clicked in discomfort as he got a good few of your teeth as you tore a small piece off your steak, chewing on it. An utterly barbaric act, for his kind anyway. Humans truly were apex predators, with their sharp teeth and nails.

"...what?" You finally broke the silence, causing Qyvax's head to snap upward slightly, meeting your gaze instead of staring at your teeth. The newly calibrated translating device on his suit crackled to life, translating the rapid clicking of his mandibles.

"Is eating that pleasant to you?" The robot imitation of a human voice spoke. You looked down at your steak before looking up at him. Qyvax sat over a can of rations, presumably produced on his home planet.

"Well... yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be eating it, would i?" You replied as you took another bite of the steak, Qyvax watching with morbid curiosity. As much as your habits and diet horrified him, he simply couldn't bring himself to look away. The way your teeth dug into the meat was almost hypnotic to the alien.

"Fascinating... I never understood the enjoyment in eating animals, it's not an activity my kind partakes in," Qyvax replied, peering at your canines in particular once more. "We usually survive on fruits, vegetables... plant matter."

"Well, we're omnivores," you replied with a small shrug. "A lot of us don't think too much about it, you know? But some people do, and they decide they want to stop eating meat. They feel bad for the animals, or they simply want to change their diet."

Qyvax's mandibles clicked in response as he awkwardly tried to stretch his abnormally long legs under the table, accidentally nudging you in the process. His legs immediately tucked back in in response.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you asked, taking another bite of your food. Qyvax swallowed, all four of his three fingered hands clenching slightly.

"No.. I am far above being frightened of.. your species," the alien tried to defend himself, taking a deep breath before coughing, not yet used to the difference in oxygen. If only you knew how nervous you were making him. by the look on your face as you grinned, you did know, very well.

"Clearly, very smart." Your sarcasm was poorly concealed as you watched your inhuman companion cough a few more times, lightly hitting his chest. "Don't overdo it, don't need you getting sick again."

"I understand," Qyvax's translator awkwardly sounded as he regained his composure. You finished the last part of your meal. Qyvax hadn't really bothered to finish his rations, closing the can like container back up instead. Silence washed over, as it had done so many times before.

"...You want to watch a movie?" Qyvax perked up at your question, his mandibles clicking, unable to be properly translated by the device strapped over his mouth.

"A movie.... you humans watch that for entertainment, am I correct?" The monotone voice contrasted with what seemed to be an excited demeanor from the entity.

"Yeah... do you guys not have it?" you questioned, getting yup from your seat. Qyvax followed your movement, standing up too quick and knocking the chair over, causing him to flinch.

"No, we don't. We have too much work to do, no time for leisure," the alien replied, pulling the chair back up before trailing after you.

"Wow... and I thought human existence sucked," you muttered under your breath. Qyvax tilted his head to the side slightly, not being able to fully translate your words, the device spouting literal meanings in his ears.

"Human existence... is... sucking?" The words coming from the alien made you chuckle.

"No, no. If something sucks then it's probably figuratively speaking. Like it's bad, unpleasant. You know?"

"I see... an expression."

You let him mull over that as you grabbed the remote, turning your television on. Qyvax came to stand next to you, his lengthy frame hovering over yours. His big black eyes seemingly transfixed on the screen as a generic Viking movie came on.

"....what is that about?" The alien moved closer to the screen, only to wince slightly when one character brutally took out another with an axe.

"It's a Viking movie. Vikings are a part of our history, specifically northern Europe." Your explanation seemed to cause the alien mild discomfort.

"Violence... yet this is entertaining to you?"

"Yeah.... I guess that does look really bad on us, doesn't it?" You awkwardly chuckled as you let yourself plop down on the couch, Qyvax once again awkwardly settling himself next to you. Neither of you spoke for a bit, watching the piece of historical fiction play out.

"Did... do you guys have wars? Wherever you're from." You glanced at the insectoid creature, and he avoided your gaze.

"Yes. Colonies often battled each other for dominance. Resources and territory. We stopped doing that a long time ago. No use fighting when there's endless planets to discover." You slowly nodded at that explanation.

"You guys terraform planets?"

"It's not as difficult as you humans seem to think. Your technology is rudimentary, but we can manage it rather easily."

A questioned burned in your mind. You weren't sure whether to utter it at all. Your mouth opened and shut a few times, before you gathered your thoughts.

"Ever encountered other species?" The question didn't seem to faze Qyvax, yet it was a crucial piece of unknown information for you. Qyvax slowly lowered his head to look at you, his clicks translating into one sentence.

"Would you be frightened if we had?"

[monster-disaster]

[aliens] Friday Special Moodboard

After [alien] Help, we have [aliens] Friday special.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Good morning/afternoon/evening! I have a Krel request if you please?

Where Krel is tutoring the reader, but the reader keeps getting distracted by him, and gets super flustered when he keeps pointing it out?

Thank you!

(Someone asked for this on another blog but in reverse and I'm dying)

Tapping your pencil against the desk as Krel drew on the whiteboard you tried to focus but it felt impossible. You just kept getting distracted.

You'd helped Aja and Krel act human at school and kept their secret when you saw them in their true forms. In return Krel had offered to tutor you when he noticed you weren't doing well in some of your classes. But as you sat down notebook and textbooks infront of you and Mother hovering nearby to help, you couldn't pay attention. Watching him write down more notes listening to the pen glide across the boards surface you zone out. His voice was just so soothing and as you watched his hand move across the whiteboard you thought of how you'd rather be doing anything else than school. You know you needed to listen, that you needed to understand what he's teaching you but it's so hard to get your brain to work when he's around.

Your thoughts wonder and soon your thinking of everything besides school. Like sitting with Krel on his bed playing guitar, or going to the music store and showing him all your favorite bands and getting some vinyls, or going to the movies late at night with him holding you close in the dark theater, or your personal favorite little daydream. Sharing a milkshake with two straws at a diner in a corner booth where no one would bother you and you could have a normal date together.

Sighing frustrated you close your eyes for a moment trying to shake these thoughts away. You pause when there's no sound and looking ahead big brown eyes stare directly at you. Krel had finsihed and the sample equation was done.

"(Y/N)? Are you listening?" Looking at the board than Krel you thump your head against the desk face warm.

"..." Staying quiet feeling ready to die and wishing you could just tell him Krel sits next to you. His hand slowly touches your back and you let out another quiet groan.

"Is that a no?" He questions confused. Mother stays silent seeming concerned and as Krels hand rubbed your back you sighed.

You shake your head slowly and raise your head ready to refocus. Krel gets up beflre going back to the board to continue as you write down notes. Seklos and Gaylen this was torture...

[sionnachoir]

another world (Alien!Izuku Midoriya x Reader

(Its 3am and wow i want an alien bf???)

You wiped sweat off your brow with the back of your wrist, likely smearing more oil over your face. You let out a groan as you tightened a nut, you crashed your ship on some planet. It was like nothing you had ever seen, it was truly a thing only a mad man could have come up with.

You had gotten lucky, aliens had saved your life. Well, one alien in particular, his name was Deku. He was smaller than most and rather scrawny yet, he still seemed to tower over you, he had pale green skin that shone almost blue in direct sunlight. It was a sight to behold, his dark curly green hair was messily sat upon his head. He looked like he had rolled right out of bed, which had been likely as he had been a little later than usual. 

He had two small ears, you had assumed anyway, on his forehead. They matched the colour of his skin and would occasionally twitch. Just behind his ears, sitting on top of his head were dark green horns that went into a neon green gradient. His green eyes with a black sclera were squinting due to the sun.

He had been so kind and helped you out when you really needed it, he took you in and looked after you. He had given you special devises, they were light years ahead of earth and their technology. It was like comparing Albert Einstein and a toddler.

You had been on this beautiful planet for what you had guessed had been a few months. The scenery was incredible with lush green trees with pale grey, almost green bark and beautiful purple leaves that filled the branches. You could see a few purple and white fruits hanging on the trees, when ripe they were extremely sweet and delicious.

The grass was a dark teal colour, spreading far and wide. The dirt was orange and extremely crumbly, the crops that grew from it doubled the size of earths crops. The only downside being that the rain was acidic and you couldn’t leave Deku’s home.

“Can you hand me those pliers?” You questioned, pulling back from your task to gratefully take the tool from Deku. A wire looked like it had melted, that would be of no use. You yanked it out of the socket with the pliers, moving back with your own force.

You let out a sight and jumped off the step ladder, you fell to the ground, instantly leaning against the rocket. “Tired?” Deku had made a translation collar for you, so you could understand each other. The first few days before it came had been extremely difficult. You nodded your head in response, the sun was extremely harsh today.

Deku bit his lip, playing with his finger. “You could take a break? We could go inside.” You toyed with the idea for a minute in your head, who knew when or even if you could fix the rocket. “Yeah. I’d like that.” You nodded, Deku’s beaming smile almost stopped your heart. He stood and helped you up, his claws lightly grazing your wrist. His hands had patches of scales, just like the rest of his body. But rather then be repulsed you found yourself liking the feeling of his scales, despite the rougher texture.

Deku excitedly lead you inside, talking about how their president was the best and asking how yours was. All you could do was scoff in response, this caused confusion to spread over his face. You waved him off, you didn't need to tell him about the horrible things that happened on earth. 

He sat down on a sofa, it was the softest thing you had ever felt before. It would be so easy to fall asleep here. You took a seat next to Deku, leaning into his incredibly warm body. You looked as a picture suddenly appeared on the T.V. The president standing proudly to announce something, you weren't paying much attention.

Having Deku so close had your mind running wild, yet you didn't want to pull away. Everything was insane, one minute you had been flying to help out some stranded comrades the next your sucked into a worm hole and thrown through time and space. 

Even if you did fix the rocket, there was no guarantee the worm hole was even still there. There was no guarantee you were even still in the same galaxy. The thought caused a small amount of fear to build up, without noticing you instinctively clung closer to deku.

His arm wrapped around you, his tough skin rubbing against your soft skin. He watched intently and listened to every word that came out of his mouth, you found it adorable how he hung onto every word. From what you knew it was deserved, the planet had been once devastated by a war. He rose from the ashes and rebuilt the world with the survivors, and it became the world it once had been.

You were glad you had came now, you couldn't have imagined how terrible it must have been to see a once beautiful land turned into nothing but rubble and ash. "Hello?" Deku called, a worried look on his face as he waved his hand around your vision. You let out a hum, looking at him questioningly. "Are you okay? You seemed deep in thought." His voice was kind, but laced with worry.

You let out a little laugh. "I'm probably never going home, you know?" You saw Deku's lips twitch up, his ears wiggled slightly. "Oh?" He questioned. "I don't even know where I am." You knew they probably had the technology to and yet, you stopped Deku before he could speak. "I'm not sure I want to go back." He cocked his head, reminding you of a curious puppy. "I really like it here with you Deku." Your voice was soft as you gazed at him, waiting for his reaction. The sight of his entire body turning red had your jaw dropping.

"Yo-you wha-at?" He stuttered out, you almost squealed at the cuteness. Never in your life did you think you would literary see someone blushing from head to toe, he quickly composed himself and wrapped you into a tight hug. "That makes me happy." You could hear his smile in his voice, it brought a flush to your own face. He pulled back, looking you in the eye. "Wont you miss earth?" He questioned, you thought for a second. "No, I don't have anything worht staying for back there. Here I do." 

Deku seemed gleeful with your confession, he wrapped you into another tight hug. Your eyebrows raised at the sound of chirping that came from his chest, the adorable sound caused your smile to grow impossibly wider.

[davinawritings]

Alien Boyfriends And Their Cum (Patreon Exclusive)

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[troublesometrollhunters]

So many characters that don't have any love. Can you write something for Valentine's with Krel? (If you don't want too I understand) Perhaps he's trying talk a girl (or the reader your choice) but doesn't understand Valentine's day, like 'im supposed to condense my love for someone down to just one day of expression? What pressure earthlings have' kinda thing. (Or honestly you can do this for anyone your the amazing writer)

"Krel. Aja. I have discovered something while doing research on this planet and its appears important." Mother states. Krel finishes a homework question before listening.

"Yes Mother?" He questions as Aja hums in acknowledgement continuing to text Steve.

"It is the human month known as February. In this month, humans celebrate what is known as Valentiens Day. Are you aware of what is expected on this day?" The computer asks. Aja and Krel pause looking at each other.

"What is this Val-en-times?" Aja asks confused.

"Valentine's." Krel corrects before looking up at the ceiling to listen to Mother.

"Valentine's is a day in which humans celebrate their love and connection to others. They give gifts and have elaborate dates. As you are both courting I thought you should be aware." She informs.

"Oh how lively!" Aja states before looking at her phone. She begins texting Steve about Valentine's asking more about it.

"When is it?" Krel asks as he pushes aside his homework. This was far more important at the moment.

"Two weeks my Royals." Mother hums.

"Two weeks? That's not nearly enough time!" Getting up Krel runs out of the room as Aja calls after him asking what he's doing. Krel only has a day to show how much he cares. He needs to do something spectacular for you! Something other worldly.

Smiling as he goes into his workshop, closing the door Krel hums. Good thing he was not from your world.

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You haven't seen Krel in two weeks. You'd been hoping to hang out after school like you always did, but he was really busy apprentally. Aja drops off his homework at school but he's away "sick." Something about a bug you heard.

You tried to ask Aja what's going on but she just shrugged telling you it had something to do with a bug, body autonomy, and hearts.

You assumed Krel was holed up in Mother focusing on his parents cores. At least you assumed that until you get a text from the King in Waiting.

Entering Mother after school you pause looking at his message. He had a surprise for you. That was it. That was the message. Two weeks with no communication after constant texts and calls and now he wanted you to come over.

"Hey Mother. Ummmm... Is Krel alright?" You ask confused.

"Oh yes. The King of Waiting is fine. He has caught the love bug as you humans call it." Scrunching your nose confused you wonder if he was breaking up with you or if he was sick. Everyone was giving you mixed messages.

Mother lets out a robotic chuckle. "He is in his workshop waiting for you. He has what he calls, a surprise." Humming in understanding Mother stops talking and you begin walking away.

Going into Krel's workshop it was a mess. Which was not like him. He was curentully fiddling with something, tools spread out in front of him as screws, wires, nails, and soddering metal laid scattered across the floor.

"Uh Krel...?" Looking up he nods at you before going back to his project.

Weird.

"You humans are strange." He hums as you walk closer. Snorting at his greeting you look at what he's working on before walking around the Mothership, observing it's advanced technology. Not exactly where you expected to spend Valentines Day but it was beautiful none the less. All the light blue lights and glowing neon wires made surprisingly romantic mood lighting.

"I could say the same for Akriddions." You respond with a teasing smile. Krel rolls his eyes but bumping his shoulder as you sit next to him at his workbench, he chuckles.

"I assure you, you are the weird ones." He states but his tone is playful so you shrug it off knowing he's half joking.

"So two weeke no communication. This must be big. What's the surprise you were talking about?" Krel hums as he continues tinkering.

"Yes... yes almost there." He responds dismissively. Nodding knowing this is just how he is, you watch as he works on an advanced piece of tech.

"I don't understand this Valentine's. Humans picking one day and deciding thats the most important day to celebrate love. I love you all days. But because of the hoilday... I wanted this one to be special." Blushing as Krel begins talking about what he loves about you, why he wants you to be by his side you hear a click. "FINALLY." He states.

"Krel what are you making?" You question. You were confused and a little angry but after his speech about love you had to believe this was important. That you were important to him.

"A gift." He finally says.

Looking at him unsure he smiles. One hand takes yours before another twists his newest machine. The cylindrical shape opens and there's a shiny crystal inside. Tapping the crystal, light shot out from the machine reflecting off the rock. That light went everywhere and soon images began to form. Your eyes went wide as detailed holograms filled the room, moving pictures surrounded by stars flashing across your vision.

"Krel what...?" You mumble in awe.

"Just watch." He hums. Nodding you watch as the holograms shift, you notice you and Krel are in all of them. Memories. These were all the memories you'd made together.

Your first meeting at school, becoming friends and getting closer, hanging out together in class, sharing jokes, finding out he's an Akriddion, admitting your feelings, your first kiss, your first date, and so many more.

"Krel how did you...?" You mumble amazed. Reaching out for a memory you tap the holgram and it changes, shifting into a different memory.

"Two weeks. It took two weeks to scan through my favorite memories of us and then code them. But it was worth it." He states.

The artificial stars swirl around the room and your memories and you notice it's not any system you've ever seen. Reaching out for a star it explodes in your hand, a shower of glitter and fireworks shining down. "Akriddion has beautiful stars. I hope someday I can take you too see them." Squeezing your hand face blue, you smile leaning on Krel's shoulder.

"Someday I will." You hum kissing his cheek. That was a promise.