#alien lover

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.

(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.

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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.

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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.

NSFW, MDNI

Content: Fully gender neutral reader, slow fucking

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!