#human x alien

[improper-use-of-germx]

Okay so hear me out. Alien who is very close with their human crewmate, and is used to you smelling like the various products humans use for personal hygiene. This is perfectly fine, maybe they even grow an attachment to your preferred brands of deodorant and lotion, but it leaves them completely unprepared the first time they smell your unmasked body odor and realize oh yeah, humans are very sexual creatures and produce pheromones accordingly. It's the alien equivalent of seeing someone you already like half-naked and having an "Oh no they're hot" moment, except you don't even realize the effect you're having on them because you just got done training or woke up from a very sweaty nap and just want to shower.

[ekdarnellbooks]

Your alien lover is a virgin.

You’re the only human its ever met, so you have to teach it everything about your anatomy.

You take one of its tentacles and rub the appendage back and forth across your entrance as your alien lover writhes with pleasure.

Your pleasure is its pleasure and it lets out a groan as you penetrate yourself with a tentacle, using it like a sex toy.

Your alien lover gets overzealous, twisting its tentacle inside you until there’s no more room. You have to correct it, but its a quick learner.

Its tentacle pulses inside your dripping cunt as another stimulates your clit. Yet another slithers up your bare body, goosebumps prickling your skin, until it reaches your mouth and presses it way inside.

Your alien lover is probing you, exploring you from both ends as you both moan with pleasure.

When you climax, it climaxes, the orgasm undulating between you like a pendulum. It feels like it lasts an eternity, but when the waves subside to ripples your alien lover pulls you into its mass of tentacles. It holds you tight as sleep calls to you.

[frosty-tian]

Day 1 of @heartsandsparksshipweek!

Culture Shock/Date Night

“… Did he just fucking hand me a whole jar of his own energon? Blood??”

(Context for those who don’t know: Heatwave gifted a jar of his innermost energon to Kade. Such gesture showed how important someone is to them, and they cared for them very much.)

[0-yeni-0]

Tongues are so strange like yea I have a wet appendage that moves in a extremely precise way like imagine this.

You have an alien boyfriend and you kiss him an they don’t have any fucking idea you have a tongue so they are like.

“aw this feels so sweet and sof-……why do I fell something wet and why is it moving directly at my throat”

And they go on a full panic attack because they think you got them pregnant with your weird fucking appendage

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1342

"And remember," the news reporter droned, "keep your doors and windows locked at night, and do not leave under any circumstances. The strange alien invasion is still–"

The tv turned off with a click as you set down the remote. You looked out the window, watching the last rays of sunlight vanish, letting nighttime take over.

This was a strange time you were living in. About seven months ago, aliens had descended upon the Earth. And somehow, the fact that aliens were real was the least strange part of it all.

The invaders had never spoken a word, simply arrived and then hid across the world. They only ever came out at night, and after a few accidental meetings and fights, humanity had decided to simply stay indoors during that time.

And weirdly enough, it worked.

Someone, however, was very persistent about getting invited inside your house. Their knocks at your door sounded every single night, and you were starting to get annoyed.

You'd give them a piece of your mind tonight.

[moongumi]

just wanna share a nsfw thot 🤭 you know with how big the na’vi are. i was thinking about how you would get annoyed because you wanna take our na’vi’s dick all at once but being frustrated to the point of tears and then our na’vi chuckling and that he’s gonna work you open until you’re wet enough and tells you to be patient and that we’ll get what we want

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ try harder❞

⟶ navi!oc x reader

⟶ cw. short thirst, navi!oc, human!reader, size difference, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, established-relationship, alien x human, teasing + etc.

⟶ wc. 1k+

⟶ note. : ) tryna get back into it, i've been so busy these days hope you enjoy! I'm working on more requests now! i dont think i nailed the request BUT I TRIED

the waves crashing gets louder the more frustrated you get. you huff your breath at him. his skin glows as darkness looms over you, his light blue skin and dark stripes adorn the bright flecks of colour that reflects the moonlight on his skin.

“hfmp–” you groan getting off the ground onto your knees, feeling the tightly woven straw floor underneath your bare skin. the moonlight shines beautifully through the window, shining in your eyes.

he moves, lifting his body off the ground with his hands to right where you did. he lays, head resting on the hand-woven and stuffed pillow. he’s comfortable, resting his arms under his head in a cocky manner. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly lower yourself onto him. it just won’t fit. “fuck–”

“it’s so cute watching you try,” he cooed, a smile stretching over his pretty face–a chuckle leaves his lips soon after. he moves his hips, nudging upwards for you to try again.

cruel.

“shut up, roa,” you whine, hands resting by his sides getting frustrated with your incapability. your head only gets hotter, heat suddenly feels like it's burning through your whole body.

tangaroa’s grin turns into a smirk. his pride is filled–your small human body, struggling with the sheer size of him fuels his lust. he sits up on his arms, his face coming up to yours–he hums, letting out a quiet coo, “my little human, so small–incapable of taking me. do you want my help?”

“no,” you spit, stubborn and determined to get it in all on your. his teeth show, his smile couldn’t get any bigger, god, he’s fucking loving it–he likes the way you're so strong-willed.

it wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex–every time it’s big, the pain feels good–the stretch is so intoxicating but usually he helps you, warms you up–he’s good at it.

it was getting to a point where you were feeling soreness in your own arms and legs, maybe it was time to give up but hell, you weren't going to give up. “i can do it.”

he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his large hand resting on the small of your back and he pulls you up slightly making your core gush–you sounded ready to him, maybe you only needed a little push. his hands are hot, your breathing labors watching his eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “okay, try again, my love.”

the metkayina men are a lot bigger than the others. larger in every single way. even straddling his waist was almost a struggle in itself. you take initiative, dropping lower on his body. his cock stands tall, soaked in your attempts. sitting on it’s shaft you ride on it, rubbing its length between your swollen lips–gosh, the sounds they make, is like music to his ears.

his lips part, and he lets out a pleased sound. he makes the most pretty noises, you feel the lower part of your stomach warm the more his voice sings to it.

the head is thick, larger than the shaft, that in itself was stopping you–the sheer girth and weight of it. “you can play on it all you want, i know you want me inside of you–all of me.” he enjoyed the way you were practically teasing and edging yourself but it was hard for him to hide his own desires.

his hand takes hold of your jaw gently, he brings your face towards his–eyes darkened and his lashes long, flutter against your cheeks. he parts his lips more, he wants it–he knows you do too. you press your lips against his blue ones, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle at all. its rough, teeth clanging together–his fangs bite down on your lips as they intertwine just like he was trying to devour you. you turn your head, deepening the angle allowing him to only need the slight swipe of his tongue to enter you. his tongue engulfs you, tasting like pure honey–sweet and impossibly delicious. moans leave your lips, getting swallowed by his lips.

his free hand makes it’s way toward your bottom half, gripping your cheeks in them. he parts your cheeks, hearing the way your arousal smacks and sticks to you. “let me help you.”

“but i wanted to–” your lips quiver as if tears wanted to release. frustration to the max, to the verge of tears.

“i know, i know–but i can’t wait, fuck–i want you too much.” he groans through the kiss, rubbing your nape gently to reassure you, “next time, you can take your time–you’ve teased me all day, i can’t help it–you are too fuckable in our clothes.”

his lips leave yours to bite and mark your neck. he sucks and presses his fangs into your skin. his arms are long enough for him to prod his fingers that tickles your core to navigate toward your heat.

it was the first day you truly felt like you belonged here, he'd adorned you with leathers, beads and shells. practically making it known that you were his for his entire tribe to see. it was the most exposed you've ever been but, you didn't feel strange–no, because here everyone was dressed that way–no one looked at you differently. only him, his eyes glued to you all day in those small pieces of clothes.

he feels how much wetter you’ve become already, practically dripping–he breathes heavily onto your collarbone, dropping his head down to suckle at the skin of your breasts, marking the heavily as you could cover them.

his thick fingers poke and pry at your raw and pulsing lips, overused from the attempts of pushing him in. he tuts, feeling bad for you, “at least you tried, hm? such a good girl.” he chuckles, teasing you to get a cute reaction from you.

you whine and pout at him. pushing your ass back into his fingers making them dip into your cunt a bit. you muffled a moan, pushing your head into his braids.

“do not keep those noises to yourself, if you do–i will stop.” he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "be patient, hm, and you'll get what you want from me."

“okay. please, roa, don't stop."

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

[monnowo]

Hewwo amigxs, it’s me again ._.xD here’s something I made in my free time c: another sketch of 24 Years old Terry and Rex without his Biomask!!! Hope you like it!! Specially him because I love him TwT

Terry is kinda mad and Rex is trying to give her some support UmU

Promise I will draw more if you like it!!! And I’m opened to any suggestion OwO

[wolven91]

The Ceremony

As the ursidain leant in, claws filled with sharp implements and teeth bared in concentration, James lifted his chin, defiant of the nerves that threatened him. He willed himself still, despite his fear. 

Her hands reached for the material that covered the man and stabbed a sliver of metal through it. It was sharpened shard and as long as his finger, although thinner. It seemed impossible for her to be so dexterous with such massive paws around such a tiny device. The man’s eyes snapped to the side as the archway that led to the room they were in rattled as the curtain made of beads and polished stones hissed and cascaded. It reminded the human of heavy rain. 

“He looks pretty good! After what you said, I was worried you weren’t going to be able to get him ready in time!” Declared the newcomer in a jovial tone before joining the former lone occupants of the room. He joined the pair and settled his own paws against his double wide hips, wearing a carefree grin as he leant back and observed the human from above. Appraising her work.

The seamstress leant back onto her stool, her mighty paws on her knees. She wore elegant blues and turquoise. The robes that flowed off her stopped at her shoulders and fitted her rotund form closely, allowing her to move unimpeded as she had been, slowly moving around James as the sun crept across the sky through the window. She had spent the last hour putting finishing touches to the robe that now covered him. 

It was a facsimile to the one that covered the newcomer, Hensra. 

James had saved Hensra’s life only days before. His fear had been forced aside by bravery for a mere scant few moments, but it was enough to prevent the ursidain from meeting his end. 

That was why James was here. 

On Source, the ursidain homeworld. 

Why he was being fitted for a ceremonial robe by the clan leader’s personal seamstress. 

All as a reward for his bravery in saving the only son of the current clan lord. Above as the clan leader was above all other clans. 

“When you said you needed a rush order for a new member, I expected someone…” She glanced at James’s face, “Larger.” James said nothing. 

“Hey. He’s big where it counts.” Declared the male, hitting his own chest with a fist. “He looks good though.” Hensra complemented, gesturing at the red and black robes that fitted James perfectly. The seamstress reached forward and for a moment her hands and wrists blocked out the world either side of James’s head. Then her fingers pinched the hood that hung around James’s shoulders and brought it up and over. 

It hung low, covering the man’s head all the way down to his eyebrows. He could see the two ursidains, at least their knees. 

“Of course he does. I made this. Is everything prepared for tonight?” Sniffed the seamstress, seemingly satisfied with her work.

“Yeah, I just need to tell our friend James here, how it's going to go.” Replied Hensra calmly. 

It was only when the seamstress twisted at the hip as she stood to openly stare at Hensra that James realised that this was not something that should have been left until now. . 

“You haven’t told him? This is happening this evening, Hensra.” The older woman pointed out with an incredulous tone. Almost admonishing what was essentially a prince. 

“He’s brave. It’ll be fine.” Dismissed the large male with a wave of his paw.

“Fool!” Snapped the older lady. “How you came from your father’s loins is beyond me. Every year I am yet more certain that he found a particularly talkative rock and named it ‘Hensra’.” The seamstress declared with blatantly no fear of punishment for such brazen insults. She picked up her equipment and packed it away in haste. The male gave the human a shrug but said nothing as she tidied rapidly. 

Before she left though, as a silhouette in the open archway, the tall female turned back. Her eyes shone the sunlight that was filtering into the room back at James. The gleam in the dark. A predator’s eyes. Something buried deep within James’s evolution cried out in fear. Fear of the cave bear. Hunter of man. 

“He may be a fool, but the boy speaks only truths for as long as I’ve had the displeasure of dressing him. Listen to his instructions. Obey them. Be brave. Good luck James of Earth.” And with that, and a rattle of beads, she was gone. 

James felt doubt replace her as a presence in the room. 

“Right.” Hensra started, clapping his great paws together. “Let's talk about tonight…”

== 0 ==

The veil of the darkness of night had settled across the plains and the giant rocky cliff faces that stood in front of them. Only the moonlight illuminated the path. The five figures stood in the dark at the very mouth of a valley. At the end of the valley, at the top of the hill, was a bright bonfire that burnt steadily, licking at the vertical cavern walls. It cast strange shadows that played with the eyes. 

Sparks rose in the distance, disappearing into the sky. This was the premier clan’s ancestral grounds. Were tradition demanded they respect the old ways. 

From James’s position, as he watched the sparks, he noticed the three moons of Source had aligned perfectly over the bonfire and the crowd that were at the top of the hill. The three sisters were why this ceremony had to happen so soon. 

A pair of horns, placed on the very top at the cliff edge on either side of the valley entrance declared the beginning of the event. Even from all the way down at the bottom of the valley,; James could see how big the horns were. He watched as dark shapes, ursidains, approached, reached up and began a single mighty and long sound through the horns. Both were strong and sure, perfectly in time with one another. The sound echoed through the valley, but also out into the plains at the five robed figure’s backs. 

It declared the beginning of the ceremony. 

“Here we go. Translators out.” Whispered the familiar voice of Hensra, robed as James was. Hensra was at the head of the convoy of four robed ursidains and one robed human who was second to last in line. He would lead the way. James dug the translator bead from his ear and slipped it into a pouch on the inside of his robes. 

A powerful voice shouted and called out from the top of the valley. An ursidain and one with a voice so loud and clear James heard every word. It was clearly a declaration of some kind, not an invitation or question. 

“Aaaah! Dree! Dah! Kai! Sky! Vah!” James had no clue what the words meant, but the three ursidains ahead of him began walking towards the bonfire and the one that shouted. 

The five robed figures began their ascent of the valley. Drums began, marking their approach. A steady beat that almost matched James’s heart as it drummed within his chest. As it echoed down towards them, James noted it was a staccato beat. 

James recalled what Hensra had explained to him as they walked. 

*”First, we’ll ascend the valley to the ancestral clan grounds. We can’t talk once we start. Throughout all of this, you’re not expected to speak or respond.”*

James nervously smiled under the deep hood as he kept pace with the larger creatures. A walk for them meant a quick paced march or even a mild jog for him. Whether they were taking their time for him, the human wouldn’t know, but he made sure to keep up. Wind blew in from the plains behind them and played with the heavy hems of their robes. James barely felt it.

In James’s nerves, and concentration not to put a foot wrong as he walked up the hill, the man barely even realised how quickly they made their way up the path. Within what seemed like moments, they had already approached the edges of the ‘camp’. 

A wall of fur and broad shoulders prevented the five robed figures from progressing further. Unphased, Hensra walked forwards without hesitation until at the very last moment, as James expected him to slam into the back of the ursidain, the ursidains who had their back to the newcomers parted. 

A path appeared almost instantly. 

A low rumbling chant began. Every single ursidain held the beat with the drums, a short word for each thud.  

“He Ooh Gos Ran Dun Niu Yeh Petro Hes Manus Laga Sota Lah.”

James kept his head low as Hensra had told him to. 

*”When we get to the bonfire, we line up and present ourselves to the leaders.”*

James took his spot next to the other robed ursidain. A fugitive glance from beneath his hood showed him how to stand. The other robed figures had their shoulders back, chin parallel to the ground. James matched them as the crowd continued to chant, only now a low grumble had appeared beneath the words as a rumbling growl. 

The crowd on the other side of the fire were all staring, all chanting, their eyes gleaming in the dark. As the human watched, it appeared that as the ursidains across from him finished a line in the chant, in turn they would draw out the final words into animalistic howls, craning their heads back and ultimately roaring, growling or outright screaming into the sky. 

Three of the largest ursidains James had ever seen, were stood directly between the fire and the five robed figures as they waited in a row. James tried to remember what was next. 

*”First, the test of nerve. He’ll try to intimidate you. You can flinch at any point after this, but not to him.”*

One of the shadows stomped forwards and James steeled himself, expecting something loud or sudden. He was right and wise to have done so as the ursidain roared and snarled and bellow at someone further down the line, what James assumed was their face. 

It wasn’t long before it was James’s turn. His hood was torn from his head, but James remained still. 

*”He can’t touch you. It’s just bravado.”*

“HUURGH! GARREE DARINMURAH!” Roared a maw full of teeth and spittle, scant centimetres away from the human’s face. James willed himself to remain still and calm. He was rock, and would allow the water to merely flow over him. 

With that, the roaring face was gone, shouting at the next and final in line.

The first shadow that had done the shouting disappeared into the crowd, hidden instantly amongst the shadows and flickering lights given off by the fire. 

The second silhouette approached. 

*”Next is the taste of character… Trust in her… She decides whether this is successful or not.”*

She raised her hand into the air, a glint of steel flashed before she brought her hand down in a swift strike that left James’s sight. He heard and felt the ‘thud’ of flesh on flesh at high speeds as well as a grunt by Hensra.

The figure did the same action two more times, before a huge belly appeared in James’s vision. He tilted his head back to meet the new ursidain’s eyes. A female by the looks of it. On her hand, capping her first finger, was a metal spike, like a weaponised thimble. If she hit him with that, not only would James go flying, the spike would definitely go deeper, into more important things than if he were an ursidain with literal inches of blubber. 

The ursidain raised her hand as before. 

For lack of a better idea, James tensed, grit his teeth an set his jaw and held his shoulders back. He’d come this far, he would not be found wanting now. 

Something struck James in the pec. It was solid hit, like a cricket ball striking him. He grunted, but otherwise blinked in shock. She had pulled her punch!

James glanced back up at her, only to see a single red droplet, gleaming in the firelight. The ursidain touched it to her tongue, before nodding and repeating the process with the fifth and final ursidain.

With that, she too melted into the crowd. 

Which suddenly went silent, with the exception of those that were growling or howling. They finished in their own time until all the remained was the crackling of the bonfire and the howling of a distant wind. 

“Whoooar! Tami Ro Mara!” Bellowed the hits and final ursidain, framed by the flames. He was by far and away, the largest, tallest ursidain that James had ever seen; even on a planet of them. He held his arms up in a declaration, one that James had no clue of what it meant. 

Whether it was positive, or negative? He might have declared them blood brothers or announced they were to be eaten and the human wouldn’t have had a clue without the translators. 

The titan shouted again to the crowd, his arms still up and turning so all could see and hear him.

“Whoooar! Tami Ro Mara!” 

This was an unseen trigger as the entire crowd erupted in their own cheers, starling James until he flinched at the sheer wall of noise that battered him from all sides. All seriousness was lost, the robed ursidains tore their hoods from their heads and joined in with the shouts, jumping in place and hurling themselves around. 

For a brief moment, James feared for his safety as titanic bodies, easily twice his size, threw themselves chaotically in their mad joy. That was until a strong hand grabbed the back of James’s robe and hauled him clear of the floor. 

It was Hensra, who merely dropped James onto his broad shoulders, he grinned from ear to ear and spoke.

“Glyow weese? Ou bes Woul.” 

One of his paws reached up and tapped the pouch that contained James’s connection to the rest of the aliens. He quickly fitted them into place where they suctioned securely. 

“You’re one of us now!” Hensra declared, still grinning up at the human.

“You said you’d explain it afterwards, what do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re a clan brother now. You’re an ursidain!”

[r/WolvensStories]

[AO3]

[Ko-Fi]

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #271

On a planet thick with vegetation, the inhabitants have evolved to resemble the surrounding flora. A human explorer lands their ship with the intention of studying the new environment and species, but they immediately stand out, catching the attention of not only predators, but one of the flower-like aliens hiding nearby.

[as-per-jury]

Humans In Space: Suggestive Sparring (1?)

Fighting can relieve or create sexual tension between the right people. Humans are known to be especially sexual and aggressive - likely for a reason.

--

Ever since the Humans joined our crew, I have made the effort to research their mating and courting rituals (of which there are many and most of them are performed with great difficulty due to miscommunication that could easily be fixed. I have learned this is called "Shakespearean"). I also am aware of what is considered attractive to them. I cannot keep track of the combinations of traits that appeal to each one. Some don't even know what they like. Others don't prefer Humans. I assume this is similar to their "queerness".

I was training by myself in the ship's gym. Everyone else was either on patrol, on break, or doing minor maintenance elsewhere. Human-Marcus had allowed me to borrow his "earbuds" to listen to Terran music. He said it would help me focus and keep my adrenaline up. My kind does not have what he calls adrenaline but, nevertheless, my energy had not faltered even after two Qwil!yan hours - about the length of four "metal" albums. Albums, I learned, are compilations of musical pieces. Much like a volume of stories on only one scroll. Albums used to be physical. Human-Marcus keeps his on a Human thumb sized square device. He told me it's out-fashioned but he modified to operate wirelessly.

My ears were wrapped around the earbuds to hold them in place and, as such (in addition to the Human screams streamlined to my brain), I did not hear anyone enter the gym. You can understand my shock when I felt a tapping on my lower back, just above the base of my tail. Startled, I swept my leg back and spun around on my front foot to knock the legs from underneath the intruder. I did not expect for whoever I tried to kick to take hold of my airborne leg and use it to flip me over. It happened too quickly - a trademark of human fighting styles. They are not very strong - even at their strongest - so they've learned to use balance, weight, and, most importantly, speed to their advantage. I nearly landed on my back but was fortunate to catch and push myself off with my tail, making sure to grab the Human with my legs before rotating my hips so that I'd land on top of them. It was all reflexive. I didn't consider I could have crushed the Human in that moment but, thankfully, that was not an issue. It took me but a moment to recognize who I pinned beneath me. Human-Erin. She did not look shocked or angered as I would anticipate from an ambushed Human. Human-Erin wore a curious expression on her face and her face, for that matter, was darker than usual. Her breathing and heartbeat were fast. Our eyes met and my ears released the earbuds. I had never seen that look in a Human's eyes but I liked it very much. Her gaze darted elsewhere immediately and it occurred to me that, according to Human mating and courting rituals, we looked to be in a "suggestive" situation. I am still a bit unsure what we would be suggesting, but Humans are particularly sensitive about that and so I removed myself from her. I stood up and extended my hand to her - which she took only after hesitating. Her hand burned mine, but I didn't particularly mind since it was her hand.

[ekdarnellbooks]

Enzi the alien and Eleanor the human give in to their feelings for each other

Excerpt from Jury Duty

Pairing: male tentacled alien x female human

Tags: nsfw, 18+ only, tentacle smut, double vaginal penetration, creampie

Word count: 878

Enzi peered down at her, and between the intense stare and the tentacles enveloping her body, the pinch of arousal became a pulse, electricity shooting up her spine.

“Enzi,” Eleanor whispered, her voice raw with emotion.

“Yes, little human?”

What did she want from him? Her head swam, no longer with the incoherence of the concussion, but with the confusion of her own thoughts, of the way her body responded to him. The tentacles were warm and smooth as they caressed her body, one moving to brush her cheek.

“Do you fuck all of your guests?” It was a rude question, yes, and was that even what he wanted? Still, she had to know the answer. And when had she cared about propriety?

Laughter grumbled in Enzi’s chest, that wicked grin replacing his somber expression.

“No, I do not. I have never had sex with anyone on this ship, with any of the species I’ve eradicated.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Eleanor’s chest constricted as she awaited his answer, the arousal pulsing through her core in time with her heartbeat.

“Yes, Eleanor, I very much want that, if you would let me.”

His words set her heart on fire as she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down towards her. Without thinking, she pressed a kiss against his mouth, though it was difficult with the way each of their faces were constructed. An electric shock to her core as Enzi’s tongue slipped out, brushing against her lips before moving its way down her jawline and neck.

Eleanor unhooked her bra, tossing it aside as Enzi worked his tentacles underneath her underwear, sliding them down her thighs and throwing them to the floor. His tongue was on her bare breasts now, wetness coating her nipples as Enzi swirled circles around them. Tentacles massaged her stomach and thighs, remaining agonizingly far away from where she wanted him.

“Please… Enzi.” Her need was frantic, a desperate urge to be filled, to be whole, after all that had happened.

Another grumble of laughter, not mocking, but gentle. Enzi ran a tentacle across her entrance, already slick with longing, and Eleanor let out a low moan. Over and over again, he caressed her, pressing in the tip and then retreating, before penetrating her fully.

Eleanor gasped at the sudden profusion, the way his tentacle pulsed in time with her quickened heartbeat, though a question nagged at the back of her head.

“You… don’t have a penis?” she asked between moans, as Enzi thrust his tentacle into her.

“I can use all of my functional appendages for pleasure and reproduction,” he said, and Eleanor took in a sharp inhale.

The tentacles were dicks!

All coherent thought left her mind as Enzi fucked her, a delicious rhythm that fanned the flames of arousal. Still, it was not enough.

“More,” she begged, desperate to be filled, desperate to forget.

Enzi obliged. A second tentacle snaked up her thigh, pressing at her entrance as she writhed against him. It prodded at her before sliding its way in, fitting snugly next to the first, like another piece of the puzzle.

Eleanor groaned and Enzi’s eyes flared, glued to her cunt, his tentacles thrusting in synchronicity. The sight should have been repulsive, fleshy pink appendages penetrating her, filling her to the brim, but it wasn’t. It was erotic, sensual, stimulating. It made all of her muscles clench as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

“More!” she yelled and Enzi gripped her throat with a clawed hand, the tentacle extending from his elbow slithering towards her mouth.

Eleanor parted her lips for him as he pressed his way in, fucking her mouth in time with the tentacles in her cunt, leaving her dizzy with lust. A salty musk coated her tongue as her muscles tightened, contracting against him, the excess fullness pushing her over the edge.

All she could manage was a mumbled groan with her mouth full, bucking against him as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Eleanor wanted to cry his name as they became one, but this was enough. Aftershocks trembled through her, yet Enzi continued to fuck her.

“Are you ready for me, my bold little human?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

Ready for what? Eleanor just nodded, and Enzi let out a fierce groan.

Salty warmth in the back of her throat and filling her cunt, running down her thighs as the Khureno spurted his seed into her. Holy shit. It went on for longer than one would expect, until the groans turned to trilling moans, and then hushed silence.

Slowly, Enzi extricated his tentacles, first from her mouth, and then from her cunt, before collapsing next to her. Sticky seed spilled from between her legs, and she wiped the residue from her lips, swollen from his appendage.

Eleanor curled up in Enzi’s arms, exhaustion sweeping over her like a gentle wave. She should regret this. She should be disturbed by what she’d just done. Enzi was an alien, an alien who just killed a man she’d spent the last three weeks with. An alien playing God against the whole of humanity. The Khureno had wiped sixteen species out of existence. She should hate herself.

But she didn’t.

Not one bit.

[frosty-tian]

Day 2 for @heartsandsparksshipweek!

On the Road/Trouble

“…”

“Well (dear) partner (you know which type), it seems like our hypothesis was very much incorrect.”

They’re going to be in (huge) trouble with Charlie and Heatwave in less than ten seconds alright.

(In case it’s too obscured, Graham’s wearing his glasses under the protective goggles.)

[fandomnerd9602]

Do more Kiri from Avatar

Kiri and Y/N continue their little make out session…

Kiri straddles Y/N’s lap…

Y/N: Kiri

Kiri: mmm?

Y/N: it’s getting close to when you need Pandora’s air

Kiri: can I tell you secret? I actually breath both your air and mine

She wraps her tail around Y/N’s hips

Kiri: I am not going anywhere

Kiri giggles as she continues her onslaught of kisses…

[demonsplendor]

18+ reader x alien - “Collector” (NSFT) Pt 2.3 (Pt 2 finale)

Pt 2.3/3

The final part to “part 2”; the end of watching Orion Mar and learning pertinent exobiology

Word count: 2.6k

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Orion Mar gestures for you to give him your hand, and uses his to shape yours into a cupped shape against the bottom right below the head. You can see the tip’s opening only expand now, no longer pulsing closed and you can hear his breath quicken.

Previously using long, controlled push and pulling that was even in cadence, was now only jerking himself at the very base, frantically teasing with shallow, desperate strokes.

“I’m—“ he cuts himself off with a whine that must have escaped, to his own surprise. The remaining snap of clarity is short lived, he shudders back into himself before looking back up.

You are preoccupied, a captive audience; he need not tell you with words that he was close, for you can see the pearlescent blue green membrane of his globular deposit of sperm begin to push through. 

Now that you see it from this angle, it does look a little challenging if not outright uncomfortable to pass. It stretches him until you think it can go no further, but is only just partially through.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“No,” he sounds tense and shaky, “I’m just trying to get just the one to come out right now.”

You had shared a lot of things out loud to this public stranger today, but you would not be sharing how you wouldn’t mind him spilling entirely into your hand. 

He tries to raggedly gasp out, "You may need both hands. S-slippery." This is what breaks you of your seriousness, this sentence causing you to laugh out loud. It found the outer edges of all the tenseness and emotional valleys you've felt during this experience and weaves together into giggles. The absurdity of all of this hits you, but you are not cracked and mean, you can just momentarily embrace it with abandon. 

He had not once stopped looking at you even though your eyes were fixed entirely somewhere else on him. He warmly muses, "Ahh, not too bad." You don't know what he means and glance up only to flinch again when your eyes match his, he laughs with another delightful chitter, "Reveling in the unknown. Do not feel ashamed by that." 

It is oddly sobering at a moment like this, yet you can feel in your hand how the glob crests completely, careening into your welcoming palm accompanied by a thick coating of the remaining components of semen. 

He was not kidding, this thing was slick. 

You felt for a moment like you might drop it, like you were trying to hold a bar of wet soap on a rocking ship but you quickly followed his advice to use both hands. 

You marvel at it, "Woah it's quite firm, I thought it would be more gelatinous?" 

You turn it in your hands, but similar to letting a cracked egg slide around in your fingertips to separate the egg whites, the thick milky coating that came out with it slipped off and onto his leg. You can see it slipping along the chitinous plate until it streams onto the stretchy flesh in between to adhere to. 

You instantaneously graven, walking a couple steps back, "Oh my god, I am so sorry." 

He is not angry with you, his eyes tell you that much. Instead it makes him laugh boisterously. When he chitters his mandibles spread wide, he playfully growls, "How dare you." 

He stands up, it makes your entire body waver as he once again towers over you. Orion is not like this for long, he inexplicably kneels onto the blanket, fussing a bit with how he and it are arranged before looking up to you. 

This, this was a strange feeling.

He now had to crane his head to look up at you, you were the one towering over him. You still have the mass still protectively cupped in both of your hands but he sees your face turn red and inquisitive.

"Collection requires a surface, they have to remain clustered together. You cannot collect them individually and you cannot let them drop in succession into a container, they have to be scooped up afterwards. You technically could, but they will not be viable."

You had actually never encountered any information about this. There were no videos, they were not in any textbooks that you had available to you, and you'd think that even the collection clinics would have pamphlets to explain but they didn't. 

You forget that he's still not done, forgetting why he was in this arrangement and why he provided you that information to begin with until he begins to run his hand up along himself again. This brief break had softened him a bit but he quickly perked back up, this time also using the blanket to rut against. 

This was shocking enough, but when he looked up at you and again glued his eyes to yours was almost entirely too unbearable. You could not handle being the one standing above, him needing to crane his head to match yours. But he is unflinching, kneeling on the ground, pleasuring himself, all while he watched you as though he were the captivated audience. 

He can tell that this change in scene was overwhelming to you, he tries to break the ice but you question his choice of inquiry, "What kinds of things do you like? Do you and your partner still... still do anything?"

"Yes we still do things that I like too." You blurt out, "I peg him," but grimace the moment that you say it. 

"Oh?"

It makes you feel knotted with shame, but he does not let you descend entirely. He continues, "I like that too." 

"What?" 

"Mm, to be pegged." 

Your expression is blank and reaching, you had never ever seen this reflected in a video. Not that you've seen all of them, but you had seen... the majority. He reads your face all too well, laughs but this time you can feel he does laugh at you, your secret was not well kept earlier but now it was entirely dissolved: you were all too familiar with his tapes. 

"It's never been recorded before. It's not what people want to see, at least, that's what those who make the commercial decisions say. They only want me to be filmed taking another, or to exercise power on the audience, doing things while I stare into the camera."

You're kind of sad hearing this, and to be honest you would have maybe had the exact same assumptions about him before you met him. He was obviously charismatic and charming, you hadn't met another film star before but you imagine that's a prerequisite, but he was very considerate and engaging in a way that you wouldn't have expected.

You throw it back at him, "What kinds of things do you like?" 

"Hmm.. To be watched, first of all," he chitters in a knowing way when you keep your eye contact but go flush again. "I like to be taken. I like to be towered above, made small."

It is entirely too much for you to take in, you end up beside yourself and gasping out loud. You can't do much to conceal it, like hiding your face or mouth, you still keep protective hold over the originally passed glob. 

It seems like it may have been too much for him too, he tries to say, "I'm sorry," but it comes out huskily and ragged. He intermittently rubs himself but mostly begins grabbing the blanket to pull it closer against him, his thrusts now are short and hard as he fucks the fabric. 

"You need to--he needs to--hhn ugh hahaha--," he hitches and breaks his face away, looking down to gather himself, "at least one of you, you need to make sure he is worked into an absolute froth. The outer coating, it's needed too."

He cautiously looks back up but the ball is in your court, you could either maintain the eye contact or you could break it away. Another slip of your best judgment, you give in and stare back trying your best to not blink or let your eyes wander. He is humored by this, and immensely please, it doesn't take long until the final wave crashes into him and with a shudder and chitter, he begins to spill onto the blanket. 

He severs eye contact first so that you felt free to look and watch, he rolled his hips desperately onto the blanket, curling edges over to keep the increasingly growing mass all together. There was suddenly two, four, eight, glistening, handful-sized globs that drained out of him with a surprisingly pleasant sound of suction at the end. 

Beads of gel continue to drip as he grows flaccid, the slime you accidentally let ooze onto his leg has remained as a sticky sheen, but his first action was to carefully bundle the fabric around the clumped deposit as though it were a bindle. Seeing the amount of gentleness and care endears you once more, and you note to yourself that you should do the same if your own method succeeds. 

“Could you help me? In the kitchen, there’s a cupboard under the counter right next to the fridge that has containers. Can you bring one here?”

“Yeah, of course.” But you look down at your hands.

“Here, I can hold that for you.”

Your face squirms into an uncomfortable expression, you just try to nod and slowly crouch down while extending your hands. He keeps one of his hands clutching the fabric while he offers you his other. What took two of your hands sat nearly paltry-looking in his, you carefully dropped the ball into the center of his hand; it rolled off of yours with a schlorp and into his with a plap. It makes you laugh something sharp and hyena-like, somehow this hand off felt like the most bizarre part of the day and you unsuccessfully try to cover your face with the back of your hand. 

He seems a little bit sedated, and why shouldn’t he, but his throat rumbles in agreed spirits, “We are a bit beyond formalities. It’s good to find humor in these moments.” 

You straighten up and seeing him crouched over this wet satchel, holding his own singular sperm that was handed to him no less, you just about break into a sob when you laugh.

“I’m really, really sorry… Orion,” you still feel weird calling him by his name, but think better than to call him “Mr. Mar” in this moment, “I am taking this seriously. I just…”

“I know that you are. This must have been an overwhelming experience, I hope not a bad one, but now tension is breaking one way or another. It’s okay to laugh.”

You nod pathetically, another laugh surges through you that causes you to squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. 

“I’ll go… I’ll go get a container now.” 

You feel so amused and overwhelmed that you almost feel sick. Now that it was… over… you cannot believe that it happened. It wasn’t a bad experience, at least you don’t think so. But you can’t confidently tell him right now that it was a good one. It was challenging territory and something completely new. You’d have to sit on it for awhile to process it all. 

Even though the kitchen is a straight shot away you still feel awkward walking through this gorgeous and expensive home unaccompanied. You walk unnaturally in an effort to knock over things that were not even there, there was nothing lining you path, and certainly not anything breakable. You wash and dry your hands before opening the cabinet and could just about cry again, laughter bubbles out of you horribly and without stop. 

On the shelf in the cupboard under the counter next to the fridge were empty gallon ice cream containers. The kind that were a sturdy clear plastic with a lid and a handle. 

You had to sit on the floor, doubling over and nearly winded. You knew that he could hear you, you weren’t that far away. In fact, he calls out to you, “We need another one for this standalone. There’s one in the cabinet next to it.”

You are too frightened to look but hesitantly commit to opening the neighboring cabinet, only to see empty and cleaned yogurt containers. 

You shake your head frantically, this is total madness. 

You don’t want to leave him waiting but your hands are comically shaking as you grab a lidded ice cream bucket from the one shelf and unstack a yogurt container and fitting a lid from the other. Your legs feel like jello and the journey back to the room felt your own personal walk of shame. 

Your face is tear stained, your eyes puffy and red, and your mouth crinkled into something between a smile and abject terror.

He does not react coldly to you, asking only softly, “What do you do at home? I know they’re pierced but surely that makes more… mess?”

“We use… a bucket…”

“So this isn’t entirely unfamiliar.” 

You carefully place the ice cream bucket under your arm while you take off the lid from the yogurt container. He might not be making fun of you, but you feel like the printed on label is.

“Yes but… it doesn’t say ‘vanilla Greek yogurt’. Or ‘family favorites neapolitan swirl’.”

Your hands are absolutely trembling when you lean the container in his direction, you still think this is all terribly funny but it begins to swing in another direction, you start to feel sweaty and panicked. 

He cannot let go of the blanket, it seems, so you must navigate the lid after he carefully but still sort of unceremoniously let’s the singular sperm slide into the cup. You carefully set it down onto the ground next to to you and hand him the un-lidded bucket.

“You look exhausted,” you can’t believe that after watching what he’s done that he says you’re the one that looks tired, but there is no disagreement. You nod, feeling dizzy. You manage to feel soothed when he urges you, “sit down.”

You nod again and sit down, feeling relieved by doing so. 

He begins working at unwrapping the bag, angling the container so that he can slosh the contents into it. 

“You just need to be careful that they don’t get jostled from too high up. Try to keep them cushioned as best you can. Once they’re in the container though, they can mostly insulate themselves.” 

“Have you— are there— do…?”

“Just ask.”

“Do you… have… children?”

“Yes,” but he quickly corrects himself, “there are children that I have sired, by means such as this. The collection. I do not know them though and I have no idea who carried them.” 

“Is that why you know so many best practices?”

“Yes. As you know, the birth rate is critically low. There are these clinics and programs for collecting, but the first few times I submitted there was low success. It’s low success for most. Over time though, I got confirmation that I had high success and I would be asked by request to collect.”

“If there’s such a low success rate, why isn’t there more information available on how to best prepare them?”

He tumbled the last of his mess into the container and put on the lid before handing it to you. While doing so he conceded, “I think it’s just a numbers thing. We can produce many of these at once, multiple times. Even successful couplings, not indirect means, take many deposits before one takes. Whatever pharmaceutical that takes interest also doesn't care about their viability.” 

You carefully take the container from him. It definitely had weight to it but you were surprised when you gently raised and lowered it in the air, “It’s lighter than I expected!” You lift it up to eye level and see an layer of air on top, so that there was just enough room to prevent the contents from sloshing out through the lid. 

You gingerly set it down next to you near the yogurt container that housed the singular one. “You’ve put so much consideration into this, maximizing the rate of success on your own.”

He is still nude and sticky, his thick fingers nearly shellacked to his thighs but he remained alert and present. Often the things that he said had a confident tone, but this sounded almost pleading, “I’m motivated by the scientific method too.” You realize that yes, you can see as much, but you still tilt your head. “I hope that the process that you develop, it could increase it even more.”

“I’ll be diligent to follow exactly what you showed me and be mindful of where things can go wrong. I may only have once chance, and now that I know it’s way more sensitive than I previously thought… I will get to lead with our foot forward.” 

His eyes flashed and mandibles relaxed in a way that you knew was a smile. 

“Could you hand me a towel? They’re behind you on the left.”

You twist around and can see a woven basket with rolled up towels. “Oh yeah, sure.” You reach over to grab one and hand it to him.

“Thank you,” he wipes his hands off on a small patch of blanket that had remained unsoiled, before beginning to drape the towel around his waist. When he stood up, his would be otherwise eye-level cock was completely concealed and he wrapped it the rest of the way around his waist while taking a step back. “I’m going to clean up and change real quick. I’ll also get a bag that you could put the containers in.”

Something had been eating away at you, he stays in place to invite you to ask. “These… are viable.” You glance over at the container, putting your hand on top. “And you want to… let me just take them with me?”

He laughs throaty and deep, you see the plates on his chest rise while he does so. “Another calculated risk. I thought that you just wanted to see the process of them passing through, but when you brought up collection, I wondered if maybe you could figure something out that I can’t. It all still has room for improvement and you seem really dedicated, I think you could glean something unique.”

You're still kneeled on the ground, this time he’s the one towering over you but there is no strange feelings or tension. You find him admirable. This was all innately sexual in nature, but you did find it fascinating. You just had a hard time grappling with the fact you felt like you were perverted for wanting to try, for wanting to go the distance and learn everything that you could. Yet, here in front of you was someone who was so much more charismatic, confident, and proud than you. He had a sexual prowess and curiosity that you could never hope to achieve yourself, but he made you feel more than valid; he made this all feel like impactful, collaborative efforts.

You feel small when you tell him, “Thank you for saying that, and for trusting me,” but you do mean it. 

He makes another playful noise, his eyes darkening, “After all, you’re not going to do anything weird with them right? Try to hawk a celebrity’s semen on the internet?”

You utterly balk, “No! I won’t do that!” 

He chuckles, “I know, I know. I’m teasing.” He backs away more before turning around, “I’ll be right back.” 

He comes back 10 minutes later completely cleaned off and in fresh clothes. He walks in with a reusable grocery bag and sits on the other side of the containers. He turns the back upside down and crumpled newspaper spills out. 

“We want to keep the bottom one as stable as possible. Obviously, I’m giving these to you, so it’s not as though they’ll be used. I just want to try to give you a good specimen, in the most conducive conditions.” 

His efforts were not lost on you, they were well appreciated. He finished stuffing newspaper around the sides of the ice cream container at the bottom of the bag before setting the yogurt on top and also padding with newsprint. He stands up and gestures at the bag, you twist your body and lift it by both handles and confirm that it feels level. You stand up entirely, understanding that this is when you should take your leave.

“Thank you for… everything. For meeting with me, for… um…” You must look away in order to get out, “for showing me…” You wince but can bottle up the awkwardness, at least for now, “for explaining everything. You’ve really given me so much. I hope that this wasn’t too… weird.”

“It was absolutely weird.” 

Hearing this makes you shatter, your face crumpling. 

“But that’s not bad. That’s not a bad thing at all.” He says it firmly. “This was the most interesting thing I’ve gotten to be a part of in a really long time. Thank you for contacting me and for rolling with it. I had a very pleasant afternoon with you.” 

You are both relieved and tickled to hear him say that. You hadn’t completely wasted his time.

You bend over to pick up the bag for good, angling your body towards the unobstructed door way. “How do I…?”

“I’ll walk with you down.” 

He led the way back to the elevators and down you went. The ride remained silent but not necessarily stuffy. This whole day you felt anxious by his eye contact but now that you would be parting you felt anxious to meet eyes again, but he would not look back at you. The walk towards the doors back across the lobby was similarly distant, you imagined that you would just walk through the doors with an unmet wave but he stops short. 

He fishes his wallet from his pocket, and thumbs through it for a card. He hands it to you between two of his fingers, “Here, this is my number. Emails can slip by but I can be reached directly by this.” 

You’re astounded, taking the card and looking at it dumbfounded. You glance back up and this time are met with his unwavering eye contact. “It doesn’t have to be about everything but… could you please keep me updated? I’m curious about this upcoming workaround of yours, or if that’s too personal then even if you find anything interesting to the cluster.”

You’re slack jawed, not knowing how to reply other than nodding. After pocketing the card you sheepishly offer your hand for a handshake. His mandibles move in a silent laugh, clasping yours in a warm and familiar way.

“It was nice meeting you, Orion Mar.”

You said it as confidently you could muster up, even though you winced a bit at yourself. It was impossible though not to melt into a small smile, when he sends you off with ample wind into your sails.

“The pleasure was all mine. Please do not be a stranger.” 

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1299

"So many damn planets and solar systems in the universe..." the alien growled, rubbing at their temple in annoyance. "And yet, you just had to pick this one to settle on."

The human could only offer them a nervous grin. "W-Well..., at least we get a chance to catch up...?"