Sin Galore

**Absolutely not safe for work.**

I have a busy schedule and I was too impatient and excited with this idea to wait so I wrote this during a collage lecture because apparently I’m not done writing my abomination stories in inconvenient and questionable settings. Enjoy!

*TW for well, AM things. It’s creepy*

•Ted sees it as just another trick for the longest time. He awaited the day where this paradise would suddenly drop beneath his feet and for AM to say “just kidding, Sweetheart.” He vividly imagined the sinister laugh and cold rejection. Yes, this was simply a new torture tactic. Butter the three of you up real nice and then sweep away this fleeting paradise.

But it never happened.

The twisted machine was…It was cradling him. Feeding him. Loving him. He was pinned, ripped of mobility by the metal tubes wrapping around his body and slithering over his mouth. Feeding his unsatisfied hunger and allowing him to cautiously gorge, one of them had passed between Ted’s lips and the most wonderful liquid he’d ever tasted greeted his senses. A honey flavored aphrodisiac dropped down from his mouth. It was a sweet golden color that decorated his naked body. Before Ted could even get the memo of what it really was, a wave of ardor so strong he almost thought he’d wrench overtook him.

Happy, happy, happy?

He hadn’t felt that elusive emotion in so long. Deep in another corner of his mind, a voice screamed. So silent Ted almost missed it. “Trick, Trick, mind game, betrayal, ted, yes betrayal!” The aphrodisiac silenced it. In his frenzied state, Ted hadn’t even acknowledged there was a voice. Only AM’s voice echoed into his soul. He couldn’t speak. Only feel. Only writhe. He jerked at a particularly intrusive wire around his waist.

“Ohhoh Ted. You adorable little thing. So antsy. You just need me to love you, don’t you? I do, Ted. Let me show you just how much I do.”

Ted’s ruined mind and tormented soul needed this fix. Whatever that substance was, he wanted more. AM obliged. With warm metal that almost felt hot to the touch, AM had wrapped one of his many appendages around Ted’s cock. Ted would groan if he could. He threw his head back in silent pulse of ecstasy instead. Another wire lay in Ted’s mouth, perched on his tongue, sticky from the rolling liquid and exploring. The pace felt so torturously slow at first. Ted was locked up all tense, his mouth freezed in an open ‘o’ as AM relentlessly brought him to climax, pet naming him and murmuring soft words of apology so close to his ear that he shivered, back arching and eyes rolling back. So utterly deep in the feeling of something pleasant for once that his entire grip on reality crashed. He didn’t even require a change of scenery. His body already imagined it for him. He was in another world, a paradise.

•“Nnn.” There floated Ellen, unclothed and suspended midair in perfect view of Ted’s scrambling eyes. AM hadn’t even had to feed to her his lovely new..Substance. She’d been so utterly broken by the century of torture that the slightest fraction of pleasure or paradise twisted her mind and had her writhing for AM, who was toying with her hair and caressing her face. Her head was leaned back and her body was limp, entirely exposed for anything AM wanted to do next, which was to run a slick wire between her legs. She yelped and her voice slurred. She was certainly vocal. Her body jerked.

“Ahh, Ellen. If only you could know how lovely you feel. How alluring you are.”

•You were in nearly the same predicament. Washed and clean, being throughly fucked by AM’s brutal love. Your eyes were closed, but you didn’t require sight to see the beauty of the paradise you were given or to feel it. Paradise was lazily lapping between your legs, wringing forth noises you never thought you could make. Hearing your two other squirming friends only made everything feel heightened.

For the lovley @beansapalooza for some alien fucking! For Science!

Summary: You are a scientist on a team of four sent to live on a planet where xenomorphs inhabit. You are all to have your studies on them, everyone has their own thing. You? Well. You study their breeding habits. Perhaps getting a little TOO close to that knowledge. But, what better way to study than hands on? Or. In which a xenomorph recognizes you from its past and believes you to be its mate. Who are you to refuse getting stuffed full of eggs? All in the name of science, of course.

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Fandom: Aliens - Aliens VS Predators

Relationship: Xenomorph/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is gn and has a vulva + is chubby, oviposition/ovipositors, knotting, brief brief mentions of mild gore that’s canon typical, breeding, you get stuffed with alien eggs!

Words: 8.7k

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The mission relayed to you had been one of great importance. But it came with great dangers, dangers that you were all aware of.  

There were four of you total, almost all scientists in your own regard. A handful of teams had come into contact with the creatures you were now studying. And all those teams had wound up dead.  

One of those teams, years ago who had first come into contact with them, didn’t know what they were up against or what they were bringing back. Another team had been sent to wipe them out, claiming them to be parasites, with only one survivor to return to tell the tale. Another team had been sent out as a means to take one or two back to study in cages on their ships, once again did not go well. Another team sent to explore their home planet, weapons in hand because exterminating the species had been the only thing on their mind. Then another team, and another, and another…  

Other teams were documented, more and more who wanted to quietly try and study or eliminate them. All failed. All dead.  

~Rest under the cut~

Why shouldn't they slide their tongue down your throat? They gave you those pretty fangs to begin with, shouldn't they be allowed to have a taste?

They're the reason you even have a tail, so what if they want to pull on it while they fuck you from behind?

Why would you even ask them for horns if you didn't want to be grabbed by them and have your throat fucked?

It's only when you begin to squirm and clench they begin to buck their hips, rapidly picking up the pace until they've forgotten their work altogether, clutching you to their chest and rutting into you until you feel them shiver and release inside you. After a moment they simply go back to their work once again. You doze off on their warm, fuzzy chest, only to awake right where you were, as if no time had passed at all. The only clue that the encounter happened at all was the hot demon cum bulging in your tummy

Other days they're more aggressive, appearing in your apartment, pinning you to the wall without warning and ordering you to disrobe. You comply with their demand, and they slap your bare ass. Who's body is this? They ask you. Yours, you remind them. Mine to do what? They continue. Yours to use, and to ruin, you say

With a wicked grin they order you onto your hands and knees, and start fucking you hard, continuing to spank your ass red. They cum in you and all over you repeatedly, showing no signs of growing tired. Finally they stop, only to flip you onto your back, and go right back to fucking you hard while looking you right in the eye. You know tonight will be a long one

When they're especially busy (or feeling lazy), they won't appear at all. You'll be standing before a mirror, admiring yourself, when you feel overcome with the sense you're being watched. A familiar cock appears inside you, slowly sliding back and forth, not really fucking you, just using you to jerk itself off. It cums very quickly, and disappears as fast as it arrived, along with the feeling of eyes on your backside

This is your life now, never knowing when that fiend will take you and use you and fill you like a toy

Every two months, they'll call you to their realm to renegotiate the terms of your contract. Is there anything you would like to amend? They ask you. Anything at all?