#x alien reader

except he's the girlie in the relationship.

their meeting had been a blessing for him, in his eyes. picture this, if you will.

jason had been patrolling that time, prancing about in crime alley when boom!

something just hit the asphalt of the road and made a semi huge crater, jason's first thought was maybe a meteor had come crashing down. or maybe a meta emerged and threw some shit and was causing chaos. though he scratched that idea pretty easily.

when he approached those two were actually crossed out. proving his theory was false; no meteor, no metas throwing stuff. except it's a tall woman, dressed in fabric and armor that's definitely not made from here. alien? possibly.

she looks like a human, sure, but those obsidian eyes that looked like galaxies were kept inside it when she opened them and looked at them suggested she really wasn't from here. not gotham, definitely not from earth.

her ashy skin suggested otherwise too. and probably not when she stood and dwarfed him, not by the language she spoke either when she came close to him.

she had spoken in an unfamiliar language from earth itself, yep, definitely an alien. he debated calling bruce and asking if any of his alien co-workers knew what language she was speaking but ultimately decided against it in the end.

so of course, what did he do? report it to bruce—take her back home! wait, what. oh yeah, turns out when he decided in finality that this woman was not at all human and probably is not used to any of the customs here on earth, leaving her unattended and alone would be extremely irresponsible.

oh, yeah, he also found out she could understand him when he used gestures so she's very intelligent and seeing that his motorcycle might not fit both of them when he led her to his ride, she just went and pushed up the ground and kinda floated there and stared at him. like a silent way of her saying, "i think we can manage by doing this."

in the end, they got back to jason's apartment with her trailing jason in the air while he rode his bike. jason had to make sure that he was discreet with sneaking her inside his apartment so they just used the fire escape, her flying to it and crouching so she can fit her body into it.

and then, there she was. standing in the middle of his living room, looking out of place in such a small space. she stuck out like... a light pole. clad in armor and hair spilling out in waves.

jason stood in front of her, trying to figure out what to do. in the end, he just told her to stay still while he figured something out. using gestures to communicate, it ended with her just sitting on the couch.

jason meanwhile, decided to take a bath just to clear his head. he was thinking what to do with an alien inside his own. who was possibly a warrior based on her outfit.

when he came back to the living room, she was still there, but she was standing again, hands on her back.

when she spotted him, she came close to him, opening her mouth to speak. at first, jason thought she would speak in that alien language but no. she tells him her name, too alien in nature. and after, "i am from the planet svahatarkon. may i ask what this planet is?"

jason stared at her, vasa what. also, how did she learn how to speak english?

"how did you know how to speak english?" he asked, curiosity webbed in his voice. after all, earlier she couldn't even understand him without the gestures.

her mouth formed an 'o' shape, before replying. "the artifact you call 'a book', i absorbed its writings and fed on it to be able to understand your language." jason's eyes trailed from her and onto the book that he left there.

"my species can absorb knowledge by touching." she added, tilting her head. jason nodded his head, "well, to tell you, sweetheart, your species isn't exactly familiar here. so, if you want to fit in here, we've got to give you a proper name."

her mouth formed that shape again, stiffly standing. "would you give me the honor of bestowing one upon me? i am not familiar with the customs of your people."

jason thumbed his chin, "well, you know, y/n would really fit you." she smiled, easy. "it sounds pleasant, i am grateful. may i ask what your name is?"

jason looks back at her, captivated by her eyes. "jason... jason todd." she takes his arms in hers. "what a pleasant name, it is joyful meeting you."

and jason feels pleasant. "yeah, nice to meet you too, sweetheart."

which is how they got here, eight months after that meeting, jason kept housing the alien who now went by y/n as to blend in to human customs.

not to mention, the alien also began to aid jason in his missions as red hood. swooping in when the mission became too difficult or if it needed much more than his brute force or his guns.

and somewhere in those months, that simple alien and human companionship had evolved into an alien and human romance.

in his defense, he didn't expect it either.

it was a barreling force that swept over him like harsh waves on rocks. whenever she looked at him with that gaze like he was the only person in this world. the way she curiously ask him about humans. god, he was hopeless in her presence.

for all the training he had, the walls he built around himself and his heart, she had easily broken them like dams.

the revelation came one night during a mission, jason had been cornered somewhere during the mission. and the alien swooped in to save him.

using her alien strength, and abilities, the alien knight flew him away to safety, holding his body closely. "jason, you are safe now."

the woman flew to a rooftop, settling him against the stone gently and started to help heal him. jason wrenched his head up, staring at the alien crouched over him, hands working.

god, she was so beautiful. so hauntingly beautiful. galaxies in her eyes, voice like a lullaby, body like stars. god, he's hopeless. hopelessly in love with her, drowning in it.

it came in a blur, when she looked back at him, his mind blanked out and he kissed her. she froze, and he drew back. shit, did he mess it up? ah, fuck it.

"i love you." he breathed, hoping that just as she was alien but behaved like humans, she felt human enough to feel love as well. "ever since you fought with me in that warehouse, i loved you. when you said hello to me, i already knew i was doomed."

her face softened, and that serene smile that fed him butterflies like the sun does to a plant. his anchor, his sun, his love.

god, he adored her.

and in a second, her lips were on his now. a silent proclamation of her own, that the feeling was mutual. she pulled back, hands coming to intertwine with his. "i love you too, my red knight."

his other hand came to wrap around her waist, pressing her body close to him, encompassing his, legs on both sides of his body, hair falling around them like stars in the sky.

"i am guessing this is what your kind calls a star-crossed lovers?" she suggests, head pressed onto his chest, hearing his heart. the way it beats, just for her.

and jason smiles, pupils dilating like he was high off of her. "yeah, i guess we are, sweetheart." and for all that talk of him not deserving love, it appeared as if now, he wanted it. wanted it from her, his alien.

lovers at first sight, in love forever.

Gotta be a pretty virile being- or one with a real slim chance of hatching if you've got four Cybertronians egged. Though there's probably some level of difference between them. Deepstrider is pretty anxious, but he's a bigger mech and has more room. Tangent is kinda tough and squirmy. Deltashock is the smallest out of all of them, even if not by much.

'Filled to the brim.'. Prowl is already a mother. Maybe that's your excuse for stuffing him so excessively, but it actually just gets you hot, doesn't it? Watching that snappy bots stretch marks on his belly get spread wide until his protoforn is practically catching the light, feeling his fat, quivering valve milk you. You fed him up, right? That'll keep his pussy fat for pounding and his massive breasts aching.

He's bred up the most, left with his optics flickering and servos instinctively clinging to the most taunt places on his frame. He has to keep a bit active so that your huge clutch doesn't just keep him bedbound. You can't hide Prowl away, though. If you've given him any sort of influence or political power, he's gotta keep playing with it. You've got four mechs, surely you can just abuse his forge and leave his valve accessible for pregnant sex? He deserves it.

Deepstrider probably gets the second most, based on size hierarchy. You could deny him access to his array if you wanted, but he'd be more careful if he knew these ones might hatch. You choosing to frag him while that's a reality makes him anxious.

Deltashock gets a clutch big enough to make her claw the berth and tremble. She's kinda got not the largest valve, so she might've been doing that while you fragged her anyways, depending on your size. She's never been a carrier before. Your ovipositioner stuffing her valve kinda hits her with that while she's being pushed full until you decide she's swollen enough. Don't let a few eggs stop you from using her spike- the same probably applies to Deepstrider's monster.

Man.. that makes me think about Deepstrider inflating his mods inside of the rest of your 'concubines'. Tangent deliriously babbling about how much it hurts while he squirts all over it.. Deltashock trying to brace herself, maybe punished for trying to prepare for it by slobbering her intake on it, completely muffling her noises and straining her lipplates.

I obviously wanna impale Prowl on it. Make him think he can take it while he's blindfolded or something, and it starts being pushed inside of him. The full circumference is- a bit harder than he thought, maybe, but he has survived worse. His processor actively starts dripping out of his helm with every section that keeps going deeper inside of him, though. Should make him sit on it by himself or tie him up and lower him onto it. Just so he doesn't give up out of shame. You can tell when Prowl's valve is stuffed by the way he wiggles in discomfort, but it keeps pressing in anyways.

N then his whore valve finds a little more room for Deepstrider's spike inside of his pussy. He takes that shit to the base. Rub his node, and his overload is devastating. Deepstrider's painting the Praxian's insides pink, might have already. Prowl's shaking and crashing, clenching down so hard as his calipers try and fail to reset to their default size, his charge crackles through all their touching nodes.. it's just a repeating loop of him cumming and crashing, and it's turning Deepstrider into an incoherent mess.

Tangent plays at fancy, Deepstrider's probably the easiest to pamper, and Deltashock seems the most well behaved/acceptable. Seems. Prowl's playing advisor so much he'd be mistaken for someone else if he wasn't so obviously pregnant and you weren't so touchy.

It'd be a silly drama because the closest thing to a rivalry conflict is Deltashock and Tangent wanting to maul each other to death once in a while for some perceived slight or favoritism. I know it's about the kink, but lmaoooo. They'd actually be a pretty decent set of consorts.. by virtue of a lot of others being not. Not trying to kill each other, handsome, smart, vary in levels of touchy and affectionate. The cons are they may plot to kill you, anyone around you, generally dip if they aren't there 100% willingly, and would sabotage something if it led into a circumstance they want. Deepstrider's getting kinda press ganged into it, but he doesn't mind too much, sorry.

Last winter, a young human man joined your newest group. He applied for your course because he wanted to improve. Nothing wrong with that except... he could barely fight at all. How did this human survive high school? On the other hand, he was so cocky and insisted that he was amazing all the while clumsily tripping and getting beaten by other cadets. He took the blows bravely, with a borderline insane grin, wiping away the blood from his lips. He was quite impressive in his own way. He would get up every time no matter how hard he was hit. He never got knocked out or seriously hurt. He would never get tired and he never complained. Strange human, indeed.

One day you hear a commotion. In the loading area, you find a group of cadets roaring and cheering. Somehow, you know the human is involved. You run toward them and - lo and behold - he is on the ground, bruised, bloodied, panting like an animal. He taunted another Vaanxi, a significantly larger and more experienced cadet and got his ass beaten in a secret spar. Without supervision, cadets could get themselves seriously hurt.

You roar at cadets and pull the human away, almost carrying him. He is giggling. "What the fuck are you doing? This is unacceptable!"

"I'm fine!" he answers, and you know humans enough to recognize a painful strain in his voice. The audacity of this human! "I was winning."

"The fuck you were! You were about to be turned into tomorrow's breakfast."

"Ha! Well, at least you would have a nicer meal for once."

You scoff bitterly, slightly amused, but worried at the same time. There is something going on with this human. You shift and your aurorum breast plates make a sound as they usually do.

"You need that body bucket of yours oiled up," the human says and winks.

You blink with all six of your eyes at the same time. It would be highly unprofessional to strangle and spit on your cadet, wouldn't it? "And you need to get into my office, now."

***

You need to take a few deep breaths before entering your office. Human is waiting for you, standing next to a chair, as proper. You decide to stand in front of him, blocking the celling light. Even though just slightly shorter than you, the human stands in your shadow and looks straight in front of himself, through your body.

"What is your problem? How do you always get in trouble? I hear you cause most of it. This is a free course - nobody is keeping you trapped. You can leave any time you want."

"I don't want to leave," the human says. His voice is different. Calm. Cold.

"Explain."

The human looks uncomfortable. "I... did something bad. To a Vaanxi. Long time ago. I think that was partially what caused his death too. So I decided to... come here."

You are stunned. You've never expected to hear something like this. Not from him. "Please sit and continue."

"I'd rather stand, sir." He never called you "sir" before, either. You take a step back and lean against your desk to give him more space, and nod your head. "I... I'm a scum. I'm a lowlife. But I never wanted that Vaanxi to die. I hate myself because of that. I decided to join the army, especially the Vaanxi sector because of him."

"But..." You are confused. "You are not fighting. You are provoking everyone and get beaten."

He smiles a grim smile. "Yes. Vaanxi cadets can get the opportunity to learn about basic human anatomy, defenses and dirty tricks from me. They will also learn that humans are bastards and should stay away from us."

You sigh, dumbfounded. This human. This weird human. What in the name of Cosmos is going on through his head?

"I'm sorry I acted the way I acted, sir." His voice is shaky. "You've been very patient with me. You are an amazing person, too. A bit stiff, but you're an army dog, so that's understandable. But you're cool. Kinda hot too, ha ha... Shit..."

For the first time you see him awkwardly fidget like this. He's no longer arrogant and brash. His cheeks and ears get vibrantly red.

In order to prepare yourself for your new human cadet, you read a book about their anatomy and psychology. Red cheeks can be a symptom of few things, but the most common are: allergies (which the human doesn't have), alcohol consumption (which is strictly prohibited on this ship), overheating, or strong emotions. And it's quite cold in your office.

"I haven't met a lot of humans," you say, "and the few I have were a lot less complicated than you. You need to promise me to stop with this insane, ridiculous, self-punishing quest of yours. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I promise."

You stand up and approach him slowly. You tap your wrist-control with your elongated finger and set your office to a 'standby - don't disturb' mode. You take a deep breath, so nervous your aurorum breastplate vibrates.

"Unless I completely misunderstood the part about human sexuality, I believe you might... have something else... to say?"

The human looks at you and blinks with his not-swollen eye. And then his cocky grin returns. "Say? No, nothing, sir. But I just might do something if you allow me, sir."

He, of course, doesn't wait for your answer and is already gliding his finger between your breast plates, touching the soft and sensitive tissue connecting them. He read books too, apparently. This is the way Vaanxi usually initiate sex, especially by a submissive partner.

You grab him by his shoulder and twist him away from you before pushing him against your desk. You didn't only read books. You also watched interesting movies. And you had a few brief but intimate interspecies encounters with humans. And you know exactly what you and him need right now.

The human gasps in surprise once you remove his sweatpants and underwear in one swift yank and expose his plump ass. "Fuck...", you mumble under your breath. "I knew you are beautiful..."

"Shut up..." He sounds embarrassed but still spreads his legs. You can see his balls and it's enough to make you drool.

You spank him and he moans. "I'm still a sir for you, brat. You hear me?"

"Yes... sir..." The lascivious way he said it set you on fire. You lower yourself and spread his ass cheeks hungrily. You love human asses. Is it a fetish? Possibly. Without further thought, your tongue glides along his inner thighs reaching his perineum.

"Fuck!" he yelps and jerks forward, but you hold his thighs firmly getting him all wet and slimy with your saliva. Your sheath is demanding your attention so you undo your uniform and push your finger inside the moist tissue. Your long and already pulsating cock wriggles out, ready to work.

He chuckles. "I didn't know you have... this side... in you... sir," he can barely talk as he put his hand into his mouth.

With a last long lick you push your body up and press your groin against his. He gasps and looks at you over his shoulder.

"I noticed you immediately," you explain to him while caressing his back gently. "You are a mess, a rebel, full of spite and ridiculous destructive energy. You've been getting in my hair ever since you set your foot on this ship." You let your dick slide against his hole pulling a pathetic mewl out of him. " I fantasized about this moment for months."

"Please..." he arches his back, pushing himself against you. "Please, sir..."

You spank his ass again. "You want this bad, don't you? You know what you need?" You spank him again. "Therapy. And, fuck me, I'll probably need it too. But now? Now I'll fuck you until you forget everything but my cock."

"Yes! Please!" He almost screams as your slimy phallus prods his tight little hole, feeling around, stretching him. He feels so good. He sounds so good. "Please, fuck me..."

You can't help it but grab him by the elbows, lifting him up and push your cock all the way in. You knew it would slide comfortably, Vaanxi penises are extremely lubricated and made for deep penetrations. And this human - this crazy human - takes it so nicely. He moans, arching his back, letting you pull him hard toward yourself. You grunt, getting unexpectedly fast close to your climax, but you don't want to get there just yet. You slow down, grinding against him, and let one of his arms. "Touch yourself. I want you to cum."

"Yes... sir..." He presses his cheek against your desk and positions himself so that he could jerk himself off. You take your time, rock your hips painstakingly slowly, breathing deeply, trying to stay calm while listening to his beautiful moans. Fuck. You are so close even like this.

"Aaah... I'll... Ah!" The human cadet whimpers and shakes as he spills his white seed on the floor.

Finally! Now is your turn. You grab his shoulder, and pull him against your chest, pressing your fingers around his pulse. "Beautiful... You're so beautiful..." You're not sure why you said that while thrusting into him, grunting and panting. He looks at you, softly, and that's the moment your stomach unties and your release rushes through your veins. The strong aroma of your seed immediately invades your nostrils.

After you both catch your breath and clean yourselves, you look at each other. You know it's up to you to break the silence. You unlock your office to a 'standard' mode. "So... stay out of trouble, cadet, you hear me!"

You might wanna hide him away a bit if he got egged up.. better if it looks like he knows exactly what happened when he comes back, right? Or maybe I'm still scared of the medics..

Laying them is like nothing he's ever done before, though. Did you fill his forge up?~ Cuz' now he's gotta push all of those out.. Deepstrider being whiny and clingy because they're stretching his forge seal open again, and it huuurtss but it feels so good- At least you bullied them in there, now his valve has gotta do all the work trying to lay all your eggs.

A bit out of worry and a tad of discomfort, he mostly recharges with you with his chest plating off, at minimum. He can be perfectly still, but he's still got a little fear in the back of his head of bonking you with his cattle guard. You're just happier with all the new bedding, though. It is a bit neat, makes you look even softer.

He doesn't mind toys, smaller items or replacements for things. Sometimes, they get caught up in his joints, and he's probably gonna have to pull a plushie mafia out of his cab one day, but the big one was real sweet of you. Mostly tucks it in next to him or uses it to prop his arm up while he does something in bed. He doesn't have the same cultural context for their use, so you might tell him a few things.

Who knows where his processor is going to jump after you encourage him to give it a hug while you click his panel and haul his hips up. Doesn't it feel nice to hold onto something? Comforting? Deepstrider likes to cuddle, but it's a bit inconvenient during interface. But now he's got a buddy to cling to and cuddle and a conjunx prepared to frag him until he cries at the same time! How nice.