#yandere aliens

[yanderemommabean]

Hey Momma!

I like butterflies, ya got any Yandere Alien Butterfly scenario for me? Or everyone? Cause I'm sure we'd like a nice Yandere Alien Butterfly~ 🦋

“P-Please! Please you have to-Ahh!” You sob, wincing and jerking as more of their invasive fingers inspect your body. It wasn’t a sob of pain either, oh anything but. You’ve been handed over for these insect aliens to inspect as a sort of treaty and well, they’re being /very/ thorough with you. 

Their wings flutter here and there as they murmur and whisper to one another, you assume to speak about notes and what they’ve learned but you can’t help but notice the clipboards and tablets have been set aside for over an hour now, and they simply haven’t bothered to test anything more than your limits on pleasure. 

Weren’t you supposed to be tested on with other items too? Wasn’t this more or less a death sentence from your oh so cowardly government? 

“They react nicely when you press right here-” The one on the left states a bit louder, something you can actually comprehend, but you’re focus is cut off as they demonstrate what they mean-curling their fingers inside you just right and making your body pulse with pleasure once again, your eyes watering as they begin to more or less abuse that spot and make your muscles tense and shake. 

You can’t even catch your breath as the one on the right nods their head, but moves to grab something off of the table beside them. “Yes but do you think their anatomy could handle someone of our size? I think this mating tool is about as large as one of us, shall we try it?” 

Oh god you can’t even bring yourself to look up. You try to catch your breath while you can, laying back on the cold table bringing you back to your senses even if just slightly. You aren’t sure you want to know just how big that toy could be, your mind would simply break. 

“Oh not to worry! They’re quite resilient creatures! But we do have to be careful, I like this one” one says, amused as they grab the item and flick the switch. “We have to be slow, humans can handle sizes better when relaxed and sedated. Our little specimen here should be able to take at least half before we run into any issues”. 

Your walls flutter and pulse once again, and you hate your body for being so eager to start after finally catching your breath. It’s as if your instincts are trying to tell you to just lay back and give in, and really, you can’t fight that urge much longer. That buzzing sound only makes your legs want to squeeze together tighter, but not out of fear this time. 

Oh you’re slowly becoming a mindless toy yourself aren’t you?  

When the head of that large toy enters you, your breath catches and it can’t be helped when you arch up and brokenly cry, that stretch seemingly both painful and blissful. That vibration was only making your fingers and toes curl as the two aliens watched with rapt attention, slowly pressing the toy in deeper and deeper, listening to your feeble noises and adorable moans almost nonchalantly. 

If it wasn’t for the heady scent in the air and the fact you could see their own members sliding out in arousal, you’d think they were genuinely bored with experimenting with you. You catch a glimpse between weak twists of your body, and those dangerous eyes hold something more primal than they did when you first entered the room. 

They were doing this for more than just research, that’s for sure. You’re at their mercy until they get bored, if they even do. 

“Go ahead. Climax. We know you have more in you, we’ve studied your vitals and liquids, you aren’t dehydrated yet” the one on the right bites out, eager and needy as he leans forward to turn the toys vibrations up. “You look so good like this, human. Stuffed and needy, begging to be bred and made into the perfect mate. You must feel so neglected if you’re this sensitive to what we use” 

You can only manage a whimper, eyes rolling back as your breath catches and that thick, pulsing toy hammers inside of you. It’s no use in fighting it, you couldn’t fight the multiple other attempts either. You cave, body lurching and head lolling back as you cry out and loudly gasp for air, feeling your hole clenching down and trying to make sure that large toy doesn’t leave, milking it for all its worth as you rock your hips to ride out the fifth intense orgasm of the day. 

The two butterflies coo and croon in your ear, you think they’re praising you even but everythings so blurry and sounds like it's underwater, you can’t make any of it out. 

“Good job human, such a good job. That’s it, deep breaths…When your breathing is back to a stable condition let’s see if we can’t fit in the rest of the device. I’m sure you won’t disappoint us”.

(-Mommabean, hiya! Sorry for any typos! Anyway I hope you enjoyed, feel free to tell me what you thought!)

#yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere exophilia #mommabean #yandere noncon #yandere dubcon #yandere smut #yandere alien bugs #yandere alien butterflies #yandere aliens #yandere butterflies #experimentation tw #experimental torture tw

[yanderes-galore]

Greetings, may I ask for one Yandere Xenomorph??

Sure, I'll do a singular concept then one with more than one ^^

Yandere! Xenomorph Concept

[Focuses on the most common Xenomorph, Drones (Warriors, Lurkers, Soldiers, etc.)]

Pairing: Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession, Drooling, Biting, Hormones/Pheromones, Monster cuddling, Forced pairing, Kidnapping, You're treated like a "Queen" due to their biology, Murder, Blood, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Scenting.

While Xenomorphs are more social creatures, it is possible to have only one obsessed with you.

For example, you could meet your Xenomorph on a ship like Ripley in the first movie.

That or encounter one in the wild by pure accidental luck and regret it.

They can handle their own when they're alone, so one could stay away from their nest for a long time.

Xenomorphs are also excellent stalkers due to their stealth.

A Xenomorph would watch their darling from a distance before approaching.

Using the ship scenario, you'd hear the vents creak and the heavy footsteps.

Sometimes they'd hiss or chitter... sounds faintly heard by you.

You would most likely have a Xenomorph Drone of the Warrior/Lurker variant in this concept. (I take other types, too.)

These are Xenomorphs with a humanoid host (usually human) so their actions resemble human behavior.

Warriors are usually blue and around nests.

Lurker Drones are usually quieter, have smoother heads, and have a black color.

Xenomorphs vary in size and color, so these are just examples.

I'm mostly focusing on common drones with human hosts you'd encounter.

All Xenomorphs are clever and quite intelligent.

The type of animal the host is may change it some, but most of the time they learn fast.

They'd watch carefully to see what you do, maybe even mimic it.

If they see something you do that they like or think is useful, they'll repeat it.

For example, affection.

They would probably mirror what you like.

That is... once the screaming and fighting stops-

While I personally believe all Xenomorphs are "female" due to laying eggs, you could call them whatever and they'd go along with it.

"Good Girl", "Good Boy", "Good Alien"...

They just accept the strange name you give them.

Even more so if you actually name them.

Which won't be for a long time, as you'll mostly be running from them.

They get upset when you run from them... which is why they chase you.

Which you understand as danger.

Xenomorphs don't really understand love.

It's a very complex emotion for them so they just... try to learn it from you.

Even more so if you found them as a chestburster and took care of them.

Or showed them just enough affection/kindness when they were younger-

Now, other than their queen, you're the closest to them.

Unless you met them not part of a nest, like on a ship, then you feel like their queen to them.

Their affection comes off aggressive.

They'll push you over (easy as their average height would most likely be taller than you) to nuzzle into you.

They'll sit on top of you before drooling all over you, chittering and wrapping you in their tail.

If they can, they're dragging you everywhere.

You're a huge comfort to the beast... feeling your strangely warm body against theirs soothes them.

Xenomorphs may bite their darling, not to hurt you though.

Mostly it's a strange desire to mark you in some way.

It gets the message across to other Xenomorphs with pheromones.

May save you from facehuggers and other Xenomorphs in the same hive, too.

They do not handle time without you well.

Once attached, they refuse to let you leave.

They will not sit and wait easily.

Your Xenomorph will hunt you down to follow you if it has to.

You'll hear constant whining when you are not around.

Xenomorphs are also territorial and possessive.

Any humans (or rival Xenomorphs from other hives) will be met with hissing and a bitter end.

It's scary... the Xenomorph who liked you so much now hunched over a corpse...

Body covered in blood and loud hissing leaving their mouth.

They can be quite tanky even as drones, too.

Simple handguns won't do much against it, you'll need something more automatic.

Good luck getting near a weapon when they're around, though.

They actually enjoy physical affection.

The foreign sensation of your warm hands petting their skull and body makes them chitter in a strange purr.

Next thing you know the murder machine is rolled over, allowing you to touch them while drooling.

Speaking of being clingy creatures due to being social... they will act different when transitioning to a queen.

You'll know your Xenomorph is ready to molt and grow when they act so worked up around you.

The rub against you, cooing while pulling you towards them.

They are incredibly affectionate due to this sudden hormone change.

It passes when they are unable to find royal jelly, but if they can somehow...

Your Xenomorph would become a praetorian, although you can keep them as drones if they are nowhere near a hive.

Trust me, keep them as drones, they are easier to deal with.

Your Xenomorph would also keep you somewhere where they can cover it with nesting material.

Abandoned areas, caves, holes, etc....

Anywhere they can cover an opening with resin and take care of you.

They love to nest with you.

As this Xenomorph is really removed from normal Xenomorph culture when they spend most of their time around you... they try to learn from you how to make you happy.

They don't eat, but they see you eat.

Which makes them look for food before bringing it back to the nest they made.

Try to eat it, will you? They got it just for you!

Then there's entertainment... they don't understand it.

They'd rather spend hours wrapped around you, hissing softly to soothe you while they enjoy your warmth.

Strangely... they'd really want to raise another Xenomorph with you?

The theory is because they're parasitic social creatures, they would want to raise more of themselves.

They'd think you'd enjoy that too.

Not you as a host, but they'll push in random hosts to make you "choose"

They also don't understand why you don't lay eggs....

How else do you breed?

Don't... don't answer that, they wouldn't understand anyways.

They'd be rather loyal to you.

Their species worships a queen, to them, you are their queen.

Which makes them listen to nearly everything you say.

But queens must stay in the hive, right?

To them, you belong here in their nest.

So you must stay.

Stay here forever with them while they take care of you as a Xenomorph should for the hive.

#yandere xenomorph #yandere aliens #yandere alien #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia

[yandere-wishes]

Opinion on the absolute ANCIENT history of Star Wars legends? Meaning Tulak Hord, Marka Ragnos and such

Anon I am SO SO SO SORRY this took me forever to answer. I loved the ask so much that I wanted to have the perfect mood and ambiance for when I answered it. Suffice it to say that that hasn't happened for a good while now. But I sincerely hope that you are still lurking around this blog and get a chance to see my response. I cannot express how excited this ask has made me!! I harbor an extremely unhealthy obsession with ancient Sith lords and their lore

I'm going to start off by saying that, if we were in the Star Wars universe I would have already become a Sith lord. Due SOLELY to how much Darkside lore I read~🖤❤️

I swear whenever I see a new Sith lord my brain goes: "Omg he's so ugly." Then he proceeds to live in my head rent-free for three days and on the third night, I find myself dreaming of making out with him... this has happened one too many times...It might be a little bit concerning. XD

Tulak Hord gives off major samurai vibes so I feel like he does follow some sorta Sith honor code. That being said he most likely acquires his darling as either a war trophy from some rival or conquered planet. Or she's a wide-eyed Acolyte who he can twist into his perfect darling. 

He's also so pretty and I want to kiss him so badly!!

 I'd love to be his little darling, a war trophy won in battle. Kept locked away within his fortress. A prize none but him are worthy to see. 

After each bloody campaign, he returns to you, his starlight. A dividend that keeps him fighting, keeps him tethered to the dark side of the force. He fights to provide you with an empire, to win your praises at his many accomplishments. 

 Little does he know of the aversion you harbor for him.

Tulak Hord the monster who took everything from you.  

No, but to be fair, I'd still be MADLY in love with him. Just imagine Lord Hord coming home from the battlefield, bloodied and still high off his bloodlust. 

Imagine straddling him as you lovingly peel off his bloodied armor. Kissing his flesh every time it appears from under his armor. He'd run his clawed gauntlets over your back tracing your spine. Making you shiver from the frigid steel. Your warmth feels welcoming, innocent, he longs to corrupt it. 

Then obviously kissing when you get to his helmet. Deep and passionate. Filled with hate and love. Out of fear, you've learned to play your role as a doubtful lover, a devoted wife, to a fault. 

"The universe is more complicated than you could ever imagine, starlight. Be thankful that I've shielded you away from all its inconsistencies."

It's getting harder and harder to remember why you resist him so much. Why push him away when his presence is so overwhelming? Consuming you wholly. 

"Thank you, my lord." 

NOW...

If you were his Acolyte things would play out a bit differently. He'd have trained you for so many years. Building you up to be the ultimate weapon and simultaneously his ideal darling. You're too far gone, mistaking toxins for affection. You've learned to cherish every bruise and broken bone that comes from him.

You were such a naive little girl when he first took an interest in you. Now he's morphed you into the scourge of the battlefield. The mere mention of your name sends generals running away in fear. 

He finds you after every campaign. Permits you the honor of washing his armor and tending to his wounds. Basking in the way your nimble fingers apply bacta to what little scars he may have received. 

Tulak is such a tremendous master. Personally seeing to your wellbeing and recovery. 

He pulls you onto his lap, kissing your open wounds as he stitches them for you. Sometimes he pulls his helmet up and plunges his tongue into the trauma lapping at the blood and broken muscles as he ravishes in your delightful moans. He'll whisper sweet praises into your ears, telling you how proud he is of all you've accomplished, what a stupendous sith lord you shall make someday, ruling by his side. All while his iron-clad fingers work bruises into your soft flesh. 

You are his perfect little doll.

Tulak Hord's perfect little acolyte.

Would it be wrong to say that I kinda want to be Marka Ragnos' concubine? Or just his pretty little princess who's always at his beck and call!! Look he's literally a giant hulking red alien with golden horns... what's not to love!! 

Plus I'd give anything to just sit on his lap as he holds court. Tracing patterns across his chest and relishing in the feeling of his claws scraping across your flesh, leaving his mark even when he's focused on galactic domination. 

Prior to that Marka would totally dress you in the most ethereal dresses!! All lavish golds and blood reds. Somedays they'd be full-blown multilayered dresses and other days (when he wants to show a bit more dominance) he'll have you wearing danity silk dresses that show more skin than you are comfortable with. 

He'd also shower you with praises throughout the day. Calling you his "sweet little princess" and "pretty girl". look getting called "pretty girl" by a sith lord is free therapy and I am HERE for it😤😍😤😍. 

I also have this random headcanon that Marka Ragnose is (in some ways) a father figure to Vitita/Valkorion/Tenebrae. That being said it's only logical for Marka Ragnos' darling to be (younger) Vitita's mother figure. In a twisted forceful way, they're kinda like a happy family. Also forced Yandere family is one of my fav tropes, so I had to reference it here lol. 

Okay, guys seriously this ask has made me so happy since the MOMENT I got it!! If anyone wants to send in asks for any Star Wars Sith lords (well-known ones, obscure ones, hated/loved ones) my ask box is wide open. 

In conclusion, I've been collecting Sith Lords to simp over like an 8-year-old collects Pokemon cards. Sith lords are unconventionally HOT and I'd totally be down to be there sweet little darling !! Like please just let me be a Sith Lord's cute little side piece, the eye candy that hangs off his arm. His pretty little bunny girl that'll do anything to please him.

(*Concerningly looks down at the pride and self-respect I just smashed.* "Whoops...that wasn't supposed to happen") 

Anon I think I answered your question with these little stories. I am very much IN LOVE with the ancient Sith lords. And it doesn't just stop at Tulak and Marka. I literally NEED a harm of Sith lords. Look they may not be conventionally handsome, but there's something about "the dark forces warping their appearance" that makes me go absolutely feral!! 🤣🤣😍😍

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[yandere-sins]

The Alien Project - Chapter VI

Wordcount: 5021 words Warnings: Yandere/Dark Romance, Aliens, Alien Cannibalism, Graphic content, Being stared at, Verbal Harassment, Eating strange food, Alcohol mention/consumation, Featured Aliens: Azazel @/me; Irzus @bluemoondust​​ ; Zarlia @fanfictyrant​​ ; Hona @gxmblinqueen​​ ; Ekkie @/anon; Mordro @weirdthinkingdragon​​

a/n: Letssss goooo!!! New chapter is out and we’re having some more sweet time with the priest :D Hope you all enjoy the feeling of peace. May it last as long as possible (;

The High Priest - Chapter VI

Covering your mouth with your free hand, you hushed yourself from giggling as Azazel told you about various funny stories that happened to one alien or another as you two walked by them. While it felt improper to laugh about them, it helped to ease your mind to hear how similar the imperfections of these strong and extraordinary aliens were to humans. Azazel, too, didn't judge them despite tattling on aliens accidentally knocking over the wood-carved pillars or some that crashed mid-air while they both weren't looking. It was a light-hearted gossip, always followed by tales of companionship and helping each other when something happened.

You passed a great lot of aliens, and for the first time, you saw smiles on some faces. Aliens that looked like children would wave after gawking at you, and you'd wave back, making them jump with joy. Azazel had been right that though a sense of mistrust laid in the air, everyone was slowly warming up to you, especially when they saw you close to their revered priest. Through all of this, Azazel stayed cordial with his fellow aliens but never stopped to talk or gave them more than a blink of his eyes' attention. He cared but treated them differently than you, who he was actively entertaining and leading forward with carefully timed steps so as to not rush you.

It made you feel cared for.

After so long away from the people who cared for you, you couldn't help but revel in the feeling that someone was looking out for you. Spurts of these feelings had also been there when you realized the slime was helping you. Still, Azazel's tenderness differed from the slime just doing what it wanted and how it wanted. Azazel had picked you up from your room, invited you, ensured you were okay, and had given you a choice. And all that with great care and assurance. Realizing that, you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, and you quickly looked up at the sky, blinking them away. You really didn't feel like sharing any tears right then, and the stars above you were twinkling more beautifully than you had ever seen.

Gradually, you two approached the enormous center tree again, your destination. Countless tables in all shapes and forms—small, round, long—seats, pillows, blankets, and more were arranged around it and the stage in front of the tree, some far away from it, but all facing towards it. Every space was occupied by legs, wings, and tails, what seemed like endless faces of aliens collected on the spot. Feeling a little dumbfounded, you had to realize the sheer mass of inhabitants of this civilization, and yet, you couldn't fathom just how many there were on the whole planet just by looking at all of those collected here.

And then there was you and Azazel, stepping through the path in the middle, free of obstacles and straight towards the front. All eyes fell on you, making you cower into yourself a little while the priest took it with effortless confidence and pride. You felt the thumb lingering on top of your hand gently and comfortingly circle the back of your hand as he took deep breaths you could orientate yourself on. Under the stares of a couple hundred alien eyes, you didn't want to be seen as a weak human, so you forced yourself to straighten your back and puff your chest a little to assert your decision.

That was already enough for many of the stares to fall from you demurely, though you weren't sure if the heads that bowed were directed at you or the priest. Either way, it felt good, taking off a lot of the pressure you felt coming from these aliens—no, these people. On this planet, you were the alien, and you felt bad addressing them as something strange when here, they were not. From now on, calling them aliens, you'd try to associate the same respect you would give to another human with that word. They were the inhabitants and the ones that lived their—strangely normal—lives here. Somehow, that realization humbled you, and seeing how they weren't out for your throat, you had nothing to fear from them at that moment as well.

Glancing up at Azazel, you flinched lightly as you caught his third eye staring down at you. He patted your hand reassuringly, but the corners of his lips curled into a grin, then opened up into a brilliant smile. A mix between amusement and being caught staring darted through his expression, but when he turned his head to you, all of his eyes looking at you fondly, you felt like he was proud of you for standing up for yourself and making your presence known. "Told you, they'll warm up to you in no time," he reiterated, and you couldn't help but smile, nodding.

"So you did."

As you two moved on through the crowd, a few more remarkable tables came into sight, first and foremost, one occupied by faces you already knew. Just before a few private tables closest to the stage was a long table filled to the brim with what looked like regional delicacies. You could see Ekkie and Mordro, as well as the two aliens that brought you here, the latter already digging into the food with a merry eagerness. Shortly before you were passing by, Zarlia and Hona made their way through the crowd and took place next to the guards, greeting them curtly before looking up at you approaching, an expression akin to excitement on their faces as they watched you closing in.

You immediately perked up at the sight of them and gave them a happy wave that they returned just as delighted. Mordro lowered his head as he caught your eyes, and Ekkie breathed out long and deep before doing the same. It felt good to recognize anyone in the crowd, their eyes on you feeling a bit more prickly than the priests, but at the same time much more accustomed and relaxed than those of the crowd. Even Ekkie, who seemed to be a stickler for his rules, already appeared less tense and alert at the sight of you. You liked that. It almost felt like acceptance and making friends with the people here.

However, all the good feelings you had accumulated on your way here finally found their opposition in the hard, cruel glares of what you had previously assumed were the other high-ranking members of this community. They sat closest to the stage, their looks becoming more and more brilliant with accessories and colored garments the closer to the tree they sat. However, they all had the same disapproving and belittling expression on their faces, looking at you as if you were nothing more than dirt under their feet. All, except one.

It was the alien you recognized from before who had snorted at your introduction when you first approached the tree under the guards' urging. He sat on top of the stage, already at a table placed horizontally next to an empty one that was closest to the tree. You could only assume the free space was for Azazel, who still seemed to rank above all of them. And yet, though he was the unfamiliar alien that snarled at you before, he leaned at the table, staring at you with an intense interest in his eyes while you saw a lot of servants fussing and tending to him, aliens climbing on his lap and playing with his jewelry, asking for his attention. But even as he sipped from his chalice, he wouldn't look away from you, making it feel like he was lost in thought at your sight.

It was neither better nor worse to be examined so closely, and the discouraging stares of the others didn't stop just because you got closer to them with every step. Reluctantly, some looked away to bow their heads to the priest, though this time, you were sure they weren't doing it towards you. But Azazel didn't stop, not even to his fellow important figures. It was a showcase of power, superiority, and also respect. Suddenly you realized that your closeness to Azazel must be what brought you the wrath of these alien nobles, and you felt indeed unbecoming of the honor you were given. It made you want to pull your hand away, but Azazel locked his touch on yours firmly, shaking his head, and quietly whispered, "It's okay."

You gulped, unsure if it truly was, considering the nasty stares you received. But you weren't in a position to argue with him either. Instead, you directed your eyes forward, gazing at the lavishly decorated and filled table. Looking back slightly over your shoulder, you searched for a space next to the people you knew. But their seats were accounted for, none left to occupy.

So where were you going to sit?

Gaining your attention by patting your hand, you looked back at Azazel, who didn't let go of you or halted in his movement as you two approached the stairs. With a muted horror, you realized where he was leading you, waiting on every step for you to follow as you two ascended onto the stage. Azazel never left your side, always with you and shielding you from some of the scornful gazes directed at you, careful to not make you stumble or fall on the steps before leading you around the table.

There, two seats awaited you.

As with every other seat, they were on the ground, but instead of simple pillows, they had wooden backrests and cushy padding. Azazel pulled the chair for you, supporting you as he kindly instructed you to have a seat. Had he not held out his hand for you to hold on to, you'd have probably plopped down onto the chair, but Azazel had a firm grip on you, easily adjusting the height to make sure you'd lower gracefully. At this point, you had to admit that with him by your side, there was no way you'd ever make a misstep and embarrass yourself, as he seemed to have it all figured out. It made you feel very fortunate, and you thanked him with a big smile that tucked the corners of his lips a little higher as well.

"My fellow disciples," he called out after making sure you were seated and okay before letting go of you. Picking up his chalice, he addressed everyone gathered before you, most if not all picking up their own glasses and goblets. Your eyes fell to a shiny, gold cup before you, less adorned and jeweled than the priests' and nobles' but no less expensive. You had to stretch a little to see better, but it was filled with a purple liquid. You assumed it held some sort of wine like you knew from home, carefully taking the cup into your hands as you felt like a toast was coming. It was pretty heavy even when held by both of your hands.

"Today, once again, we are blessed by not only our Mother but also the sky as it has sent us a gift." Azazel turned towards you, the formal expression on his face softening as he looked at you, the hints of a smile crossing his mouth.

"I feel honored and blessed on this beautiful evening to be with all of you, celebrating the arrival of our special guest, and wish to make the most of this feast, given to us by Vela as always, forever. Please enjoy the fruits of everyone's labor and be merry and grateful to our Goddess who is looking out for us every second of our lives. And the sky for uniting us with a traveler from afar."

At the last part, Azazel looked back at you, toasting his chalice to you. You returned the gesture, touched and a bit confused about his speech, but thankful nonetheless. Around you, the people cheered and honored his words before having a drink. You felt hesitant, but out of respect, you did the same, a tender, sweet syrup coating your tongue before you swallowed it. The afternote was flowery but very light, and if not for the sticky consistency, it was quite delicious. However, you were thrown off just seconds after swallowing by a hit of what you assumed was alcohol, deciding you already had enough of the drink after just the first taste.

A soft chuckle beside you tore you out of your analysis of alien alcohol, and you looked at Azazel, who shook his head apologetically. He had sat down next to you, your knees touching if you shifted slightly, with no space separating you despite having a long table between yourselves. "I'm sorry, I haven't considered this might be strange for you, drinking Vela's Blood for the first time. Your expression was quite extraordinary to watch."

Heat flushed into your cheeks as you felt embarrassed that it had been so obvious what you were thinking and the emotions you were going through. However, you merely looked away, trying to brush it off. Azazel caught your chin between the fingers of his lower right hand, stretching a pointer to your cheeks and letting it flutter over your skin before assuring you, "I meant no shame for you. Every youngling looks much the same when they try it for the first time. It's adorable."

There was no time to react as Azazel smiled at you with the hint of a flirt before pulling away to manage servants coming to your table, bearing even more food, meat and odd-lucking vegetables. You blinked away the jitter after the compliment, holding back a giggle, and turned back towards the table, watching as Azazel and the servants both worked to fill your plate with regional delicacies. Despite the strange shapes and colors - mainly blue and purple-ish - of the side dishes, the meat looked much like you'd expect a steak to look like.

Your mouth was watering as your mind slowly realized how long it had been since you had solid food, and the well-cooked smell drafted to your nose, tickling your senses. Next to you, Azazel was getting his own plate arranged and served, waiting for you to meet his eyes before he lifted the ceramic up before him, scooping some leaf-like salad up in his hand as if he was teaching you. Quickly, you followed his example, not minding eating with your hands after the bath you had, and seeing how the priest took a hearty bite, so did you.

A symphony of tastes flooded your mouth, spreading to your mind and stomach, which let out a greedy, expectant rumble. The alien food was definitely different from how you had been eating on Earth and, later, on the spaceship. All the dishes had a fruity aftertaste, sweet and sour glazing, and your plate alone provided you with countless little dishes to mix and match like you wanted.

Amazed, you ate through the dishes, mixed the meat with a melted cheese-like dip, ate the coleslaw-looking salad with long, thick, and blue fries made out of vegetables you didn't recognize. The feast had the feeling of one of those extremely expensive experience restaurants, yet, seeing how everyone was feasting on the same delicacies, it had a much more intimate, familiar setting. Another cup was set before you while you were eating, deeply in thought about what you were tasting, not even having the time to say your thanks before the servant scurried off in a hurry.

Azazel watched you, though his gaze eluded you for a while as you were more captivated by the food. Occasionally, he'd lean over, suggesting another combination of dishes he personally liked. You looked back at him in wonder as you tried one of his, the sweet taste of the Vela's Blood you had before mixed with the savory meat, this time with no alcohol whatsoever. Strangely enough, nothing on your plate grossed you out, even though you liked a few sides less than others. You always thought that until you were back on Earth, you'd not have a bite of anything since it was deemed too dangerous to just eat anything you come across on a different planet, and space food was conveniently liquid. But this was great, and despite the feeling of fullness slowly setting in, you were tempted to sneak another bite and another.

You even had a sip of the new cup, finding it to be a very plain fluid and assuming it was water. It served as a good palate cleanser, though, and you were glad to get some more 'normal' fluids inside you after so long. Finally, you were on the brink of exploding from your newly acquired food baby, so Azazael showed you how to use a dish with water and a soft napkin woven from the same material as your clothes to clean your fingers.

Leaning back into your seat, you let your eyes drift over the countless strange yet merry faces, laughing and eating. The alcohol seemed to loosen up even the sternest of expression, the nobles no longer glaring at you but instead busying themselves with food and their company. Nothing seemed as serious as it had been just two days ago when you crashed on this planet, and you felt a sense of belonging and relaxation wash over you.

"If I may ask," Azazel caught your attention, your eyes shifting to him to meet his curious ones. "What brought you to Donavela, [Name]?"

Surprised about the rather intimate question, you straightened before a hit of confusion overcame you. "Donavela?" you asked. "Is that the name of the land here? The planet?"

Azazel raised his eyebrows, then chuckled knowingly, nodding. "That's right. It's what we all call our home. Everything you see is Donavela; may it be our forest, the Desert, or the Wasteland. I assume from your question you didn't know that yet?"

"No, I…" you paused, eyes lowering to your fingers, nitpicking at the skin around the nail of your thumb. Somehow, not even knowing this little detail felt like a disappointment. Of course, there had never been much footage from the robots, but with sentient aliens, there were also cultures and lives that no one knew about. And suddenly, your mission to come to this planet seemed a bit rushed, considering you never even learned the first thing about it—its name.

"We," you corrected yourself, trying to put up a more serious face as you talked about the things you had long suppressed. You've been busy with survival and finding help and your fellow humans; you didn't allow yourself to think much about the mission and why you came here for in the first place. To be fair, the thought of it always sent you spiraling into despair before. No wonder you wanted to push it far back into your conscience.

"We, the humans, have been searching for another inhabitable planet for a very long time. It's… a long story, but our world, Earth, isn't doing so well, and we are pressed for a new planet to continue our life should Earth get destroyed. So many other humans and I were sent here, traveling through space for months, but the spaceship we came here on, got hit, and we crashed down on this planet, on Donavela."

Azazel listened carefully, occasionally nodding along to your description, the faintest whispers of your words repeated in his mouth like "Earth" and "spaceship". It probably was a lot to take in for him too. Still, he had a clever head as he effortlessly continued questioning you with curiosity. "And you can't find the other humans?"

Looking down, you stopped fiddling with your hands, instead gripping your clothes tightly, hoping you'd be able to keep your emotions in check if you tensed your body up more. You didn't want to seem desperate or ask for pity, but you also didn't feel like you could refuse his questions. If anything, Azazel was the closest you had been to anyone on this planet by now. He treated you well, deserving to know about you. Still, it was hard to be completely open up.

"No. When I woke up after the crash, everyone was gone. I don't know what happened or if they are okay. It's been hard to survive on my own this far, but I hope they are… they…"

A couple of tears spilled from your eyes, landing on the back of your hands before rolling off and seeping into your clothes. Crying was the last thing you had wanted to do, but all these negative outcomes of your comrades ran amok with your imagination, causing you grief and stress as you didn't know if these ideas were true. A big, warm hand cupped yours, squeezing it gently and tearing you out of your spiraling. Quickly, you lifted your free hand to wipe away the tears before putting on a fake smile to show Azazel briefly as to now worry him. "But now I'm here, and I hope the others were taken in and welcomed just as kindly as I was."

Giving you a sympathetic smile back in return, Azazel nodded, promising you, "We'll keep looking for them, and you are welcome to dwell with us until we know more. I promise you'll be well-treated here. I have heard of the hardships you endured with the Glutton, but I'll personally make sure that you won't encounter such a fiendish creature among us."

"Thank you," you whispered, sniffling one last time before deciding to change the topic. He squeezed your hand again encouragingly, and you already felt better after telling him that and hearing these comforting assurances out of his mouth. It was incredible to finally have some help and someone you could talk to, and you were truly thankful that fate brought you two together. But now, having shared your story with the priest, it was your turn to still some of your curiosity.

"I don't mean to be rude, but can I ask you a bit more about this world?"

Straightening his back, Azazel seemed ready for every question you could throw his way, eagerly leaning towards you to hear it over the sound of chatter and laughter. "I heard you talk about 'Vela' quite a lot, but what is it–"

You jolted in surprise as a sudden loud bang exploded next to you, both of Azazel's right arms shooting out before you to keep you safe from the ambush. However, in his usually so beautiful and warm features, anger crossed his expression as he looked at who was standing in front of the table, a low growling rumbling in his chest as a warning.

After recovering from the initial scare, you looked up, peeking anxiously between the arms that kept you away from the table. You could see the shaken state of the dishes, your water cup having toppled over and rolling side to side. Finally, you mustered the courage to look at who interrupted you, staring into the dark green eyes of a surprisingly familiar face. Two, four-petal-shaped pupils stared back at you, even with Azazel having moved before you defensively.

"It's not fair. You've been hogging our guest all night, Azazel," Irzus complained, finally pulling his drilling gaze away from you and towards the priest. From a human's standpoint, he was clearly drunk, and you could smell the waft of sweet syrup alcohol from across the table. He had not been the most welcoming alien so far, but the brash appearance and the way he emphasized you were their guest, didn't sit well with you. Still, you wanted to believe Azazel would keep his promise and make sure you'd be safe, and though he sighed and slightly lowered his arms, he was true to his word, putting himself between you and Irzus.

"Irzus, stop making a fuss. You're being rude."

"The only rude one here, Brother, would be you."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the comment, eyes going back and forth between Azazel and Irzus as they bickered underneath their breaths. Brothers? Those two? It was hard to believe. Where Azazel was baby blue, Irzus's skin was a vivid pink. Azazel had no tail, whereas Irzus had one that fanned out into leaf-like applications, the tip of the tail as green as his eyes and the freckles on his body. Beneath Irzus's eyes, you could find two more eyelids occasionally opening but closing quickly, when in comparison, Azazel only had one more above his nose. They both seemed to be on the more muscular yet lean side, but aside from that, even their clothing was so vastly different—Azazel wearing flowy, open garments, while Irzus had more skin-tight clothes covering his chest and shorts for his legs—their similarities in looks and character didn't seem to match very well.

For a moment, you thought he might just call him his brother like a monk would to another. Perhaps, even if it was an unlikely image, Irzus was a priest too? But at the same time, seeing him speak to Azazel so openly, without hesitations or shame, much less the respect he seemed to get from the others, left you wondering if it might be true. Only a sibling would be so unbothered, talking without considering consequences to someone so revered among their people.

Eventually, Irzus rolled his eyes dismissively to what Azazel was telling him, his gaze shifting back to you as he called out, "You. Human," demanding your attention on him. As your eyes met, a broad grin crossed his features, your attention seemingly satisfying Irzus. He leaned further over the table, much to Azazel's annoyance, who let out a sigh, putting himself further between you two. But Irzus didn't seem to care, simply placing his arm between his brother's and pushing him aside to see you better.

"Isn't he a bore?" Irzus asked, pointing at his Azazel. "Don't feel obligated to sit here and listen to his ramblings. You should come over to my table, let loose and join me and my friends for a few drinks instead. Get a feeling of real hospitality."

"Irzus!" Azazel grumbled exasperated, and you could understand where he was coming from, being on the receiving end of Irzus's digs. A warning was written in all three, wide-open eyes as Azazel called his brother out, seemingly knowing more than you about the hidden meaning behind Irzus's words, which you couldn't have understood yet.

"Thanks, but I'm fine," you spoke up from behind Azazel's protective shoulders, and you heard a soft, relieved chuckle from him. At the same time, Irzus's expression soured, turning appalled at your refusal. But his eyes flitted from yours to Azazel's, and though you couldn't see the expression he was making from your position, it seemed to stir Irzus away from continuing his harassment. "Have it your way, I guess," he spat dismissively. Turning around, he added, "You two suit each other."

You and Azazel watched him return to his table, where he was welcomed by what must have been his 'friends', all of them having sent nasty glares your way while Irzus was over to persuade you to join him. "Sorry about that," Azazel eventually muttered, but you quickly shook your head. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I was surprised, but I'm not mad."

Giving you a thankful smile, Azazel explained, "He can be a handful, but he's a very ambitious and honorable disciple of Vela. He may even take over my duties one day."

"I see… I was surprised to hear you were brothers."

Azazel's gaze became wistful as he looked back over at Irzus, and you realized the topic may have been a bit too direct. But just as quickly, Azazel shook his head, shaking away the memories that had nagged at him before answering. "He is. The best I could have asked for. Thanks to him, I never lost myself after I was chosen by Vela as the High Priest of the Disciples. It was a long, stony road to get where I am now, but I'd rather not bore you with it. Lest I might actually start to ramble. We left off with your question. Does this world interest you, [Name]?"

Nodding eagerly, you were surprised to hear he remembered what you last talked about before the interruption. Your question is only manifesting more now that Azazel talked a little about himself. "Well, then," he said chipperly, looking around with careful watchfulness. Finally, he turned back towards you, leaning in to whisper and holding out one of his hands to you simultaneously. "Would you like to come with me somewhere less crowded? So I may tell you all that you want to know without people chiming in or bothering us anymore."

Your mouth opened to reply as you looked around once more, seeing the aliens you already knew from the very beginning, Mordro and Ekkie being passionately in conversation about something you couldn't hear, and the strange harpy-like creature passed out on the floor. At the same time, Zarlia and Hona sat over some papers, and you imagined them designing clothes together after discussing their ideas with you.

Irzus was the only one whose mood seemed to be dulled, everyone else assembled here being festive and merry. He merely sipped from his chalice, and you caught him staring at you before he quickly looked away, huffing in hurt pride over your rejection. Turning back to Azazel, you nodded eagerly, placing your hand into his as you prompted, "Let's go!"

Quickly, before anyone else could notice, you two snuck away. Azazel let go of your hand briefly to lift you off the stage as you two climbed down the back, setting you down on both your feet before confidently reaching out to hold your hand again. And you let him without hesitations.

Following him where he led with lightness in your step, curiosity on your mind, and finally, some peace in your heart.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Alien Escape

Male Alien Yandere × Gender Neutral Reader

(CW: Noncon, oviposition, breeding, overstimulation, crying, fear, minor character death, weird alien dick, minor mentions of medical experimentation (NOT on reader), alien, implied abduction, general yandere behavior)

Word Count: 680

(Just something I typed up on my phone because it was in my head and demanded to be written, a nice little mini-fic. Hope you enjoy!)

Tears streamed down your face, and your legs burned and ached from running so fast through the labyrinthine halls. Your frenzied footsteps on the cold tile floor were completely drowned out by the incessant blaring of the alarms.

When you slipped and broke the containment field, you had doomed everyone.

At last, you had made it to the exit. But it was covered by a heavier metal door with no handle.

Of course. The entire site was on lockdown now.

Maybe you could double back and hide in one of the abandoned rooms. If they weren't sealed off by now, too.

You ran off down a side corridor, but it was a dead end. Maybe it wouldn't come this way since it wasn't the way out.

Suddenly, the alarms and all the lights turned off. Probably sucked dry due to the escaped alien's ability to absorb energy.

You huddled into a corner in the darkness, nothing visible.

Then you saw light. Coming from far down the hall. The pale sickly green glow of the alien slowly approaching.

When he entered your field of view fully you gasped. He had a struggling Colonel Hughs in his arms, a hand over his mouth.

The alien slowly walked towards you and as he did so, he impaled Hughs with a spike that protruded from his wrists causing the colonel to rapidly age before turning to dust.

The alien had absorbed his life force.

It was humanoid, but had no eyes, nose, or mouth. Scars from "research" littered his body. Its wrist spike retracted back into itself as it slowly stepped towards you.

His strange ribbed cock poking out of his genital slit and lengthening as he approached.

It looked slimy and writhed as if with a will of its own. All while glowing with the same green light the rest of his body did.

You cowered and sobbed. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die.

And you weren't going to.

The alien had no intention to hurt you. He wanted you to be his incubator.

Out of all the people in the facility you were the only one he sensed any sympathy from. And no ill will. He only sensed regret and anxiety whenever your gaze landed on him.

It was the only modicum of kindness he experienced while being captured, contained, and experimented on.

He clung to it, focused on it. It was a lifeline for him.

And when you broke the containment unit he was housed in, he was convinced you had been purposefully trying to free him.

As he loomed over you, he could sense your fear. He gently wiped your tears away with his prehensile cock before pulling you up, turning you around, and pulling your pants down.

Yes~

This would do perfectly as a receptacle for his egg.

You begged and babbled, sure that he was about to turn you into dust.

When his slimy dick worked its way into you the noises you were making progressed into screams.

He put his hands carefully on your fragile human hips as his priggle writhed all around inside you, causing you to squirm and moan involuntarily in pleasure.

If he had a mouth your alien mate would have cooed at that sound.

The alien's dick molded itself to your inside perfectly, to kiss every little fold of your intimate depths, leaking viscous goo as it did so.

After your tenth forced orgasm from your otherworldly lover your legs finally gave out and he had to hold you close as he pumped one final time into you.

He deposited a large egg inside causing your tummy to bulge out, quite beautifully in his opinion.

The creature put his hand on your head and used his abilities to make you fell into a well earned sleep.

Green slime leaked from your entrance and down your legs when he pulled out of you.

It was a good thing you were a janitor, because once he had you back on his home world you'd be dealing with this mess daily.

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[heartfullofleeches]

[Yan Scientist approaches Slime Reader's cage]

"Doctor! Keep your distance! That creature's slime dissolves clothing as if it were tissue paper."

[Slime darling looks around their cage before pointing at themselves]

Slime Reader: ???

[They make eye contact with the scientist - opening their arms wide for a hug despite the walls of thick glass between them]

Slime Reader: :D <3

Yan Scientist: Everyone out of the lab.

"Doctor-"

Yan Scientist, messing with the keypad wired to the slime's cage: Emergency testing - everyone out of this room right fucking now.

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

How to train your pet Human pt.2 (Yandere!Alien X GN!Reader)

part 1, part 3

CW: Abduction, imprisonment, yandere themes, death, pet/owner relationship, tickle torture, humiliation, sexual themes, angst

"There they are~" Kirtch bent to pick (Reader) up, lifting them easily like a child and carrying them with one hand under their butt. (Reader's) face scrunched up in embarrassment. They were wearing an ugly shirt, both baggy and synched tightly, flowy around the body but locked in place like a neck corset at the top and wrists. When Kirtch first presented the tacky gift, (Reader) had ran to hide, forcing Kirtch to wrestle the outfit onto them.

With all of the unnecessary buttons and ties, (Reader) was incapable of taking it off themselves, and was now sulking.

"I have a lot of duties today that cannot be completed in my office, so I thought you might enjoy coming with me so you don't have to be couped up alone." Kirtch gently knocked his forehead into (Reader's).

'Escape chance, escape chance, escape chance-' "Yeah, that sounds nice." (Reader) tried to contain their excitement, consciously aware of their heart beating loudly in their chest.

"Wonderful! I've packed a couple of toys to keep you occupied if you get bored, as well as snacks." He replied happily, seeming so pleased with himself as he briskly walked down the hall from his bedroom towards the main hall. The two passed by many other aliens walking up and down the corridors, none of whom seemed to be the same species as Kirtch. Everyone wore the same cloak, standing them out from the creatures in the shopping district, a uniform slightly lighter in color than Kirtch's. Most would pause while walking to rub a hand over where their noses should have been, and Kirtch would raise a hand in response.

"What are they doing?" (Reader) whispered.

"It is a sign of respect. I am their superior, so if they are not in a rush to get somewhere they are greeting me."

Fear tickled (Reader's) spine. "Are you guys in the military?"

Kirtch laughed, a high pitch clicking sound that almost sounded like a broken music box. "No. I'm just an upper level leader in our trading company."

They arrived in front of a decorated wall, and Kirtch squeezed (Reader) a little while smiling. "Now this is a very important meeting, I need you to be as quiet as possible, okay?"

(Reader) huffed. "I'm not a child."

"I know you aren't. You're a very sweet pet, who is most definitely a grown adult human."

They felt humiliated. It had been almost a month since they were bought by Kirtch, and they did everything in their power to not anger him or appear as though they needed "release". (Reader) constantly watched and waited for the perfect escape attempt, while fighting off Kirtch's affections in as non threatening a way as possible. Like they were emulating a cat. (Reader's) skin burned, but they held back their tongue.

The wall opened, revealing a board room (at least that's what (Reader) assumed it was), a bare room only decorated with a long table surrounded by stools. Kirtch sat (Reader) on the floor and pulled out a sack from the inside of his cloak. While they didn't want to immediately act the part of a good pet, (Reader) was curious as to what was in the bag. The first thing they pulled out, however, was a taxidermied cat. (Reader's) eyes widened, and they couldn't contain their anxiety, shaking as they stared into the cat's glass eyes. Was this some kind of threat?

"Do you like it? I've been meaning to buy you more human toys, so I thought you would appreciate a stuffed animal." Realizing that the 'gift' was not malicious, the nervousness immediately dissolved into mental fatigue.

"Oh. I get it. Stuffed animal. Yeah." They put the animal back in the bag, hoping Kirtch didn't think their exhausted smile was permission to buy more dead bodies.

More aliens entered the room, greeting Kirtch before taking their seats. (Reader) couldn't understand what the meeting was about, since they were all speaking in Kirtch's native tongue, but their voices and faces were tense. The meeting went on for well over an hour, but (Reader) found it surprisingly entertaining, dubbing over their conversation inside their mind like Mystery Science Theater, chuckling with how wild their hand movements were. It was very human of them.

(Reader) fucked up, accidently snorting at one of the angrier aliens. Although they didn't understand the language, one of his sentences sounded awfully like "Pineapple farts", and with how intense his face was, it made it seem like he was describing how his ass felt. Their sound was so quiet it was almost inaudible, but the alien still noticed and spun his head in (Reader's) direction so quickly his exoskeleton creaked. (Reader) bit their lip to hide a smile, turning away from the conference to pretend to munch on their fruit (?) slices.

The irate alien began ranting louder, and (Reader) caught a word they had heard from a few of the underlings they had been introduced to. Bah-blk. Human.

Shit.

They snuck a glance towards the group very slowly to view Kirtch's expression, worried they may have angered him by interrupting the meeting. And indeed, his almost perfectly flat face was pulled into a scowl, but it wasn't aimed at (Reader).

"(Reader), pet, could you come here for a moment?"

His voice was light and smooth, as it always was when speaking to (Reader), but Kirtch's face was grave as he refused to break eye contact with the alien in front of him; said alien's shell glistened like he was sweating under Kirtch's glare. (Reader), not wanting to be punished later, left their spot on the floor and shuffled over to their owner. Kirtch pulled (Reader) into his lap the second they were within his reach, still staring daggers at the poor alien across the table.

He spoke to the offender, holding (Reader) lovingly with one arm as if to make a point. The man was panicked, waving his arms and sweating profusely, sounding apologetic. It wasn't enough, whatever it was he was saying. He referenced (Reader) as Bah-blk again, and then he was dead.

Before (Reader) could understand what it was that Kirtch had pulled out of his robe, a soundless shot was fired across the table, green blood splattering across the wall as the alien's head was pierced by some kind of projectile.

Everyone turned away, unsurprised by the killing. It was a lukewarm reaction, as though this wasn't the first time they witnessed someone die at Kirtch's hand. The body fell, head slamming into the table with a wet thud.

(Reader) didn't know what he had said, but to kill him... It was jarring. The young adult hadn't payed any attention to the tears dripping down their chin until Kirtch wiped them off. The roughness of his hand startled (Reader), making them flinch away from his touch.

For the rest of the meeting (Reader) couldn't pry their eyes away from the dead body lying across from them. It was a nightmare seemingly without an end, staring at a corpse while his murderer held (Reader) tenderly, rubbing his thumb on their side absentmindedly while discussing business with colleagues like it was a regular Tuesday.

If (Reader) was more aware, they would be disgusted with themselves for not fighting Kirtch as he picked them up to go back to their room, but they just wanted to go back to the safety of their *bed*, and couldn't force their brain to focus on anything else.

The bed was more like a twin sized pillow nestled in a metal cage, but it was soft and felt secure, like when (Reader) was young and thought that hiding under their blanket would protect them from the shadow people in their closet.

"Are you alright, (Reader)?" Kirtch asked, his voice full of concern.

(Reader) curled up, pulling the blanket tight over their face.

Kirtch sighed, and crouched down by (Reader's) bed. "(Reader), please don't be upset with me. If this is about my colleague, please know that what I did was necessary."

"Murder is never necessary."

"He tried to accuse me of not being.. as invested in the job as I should be. And that the reason for my lack of dedication was you. He used very strong language." Kirtch placed a hand on (Reader's) back. "I told him not to disrespect you. Yet he continued."

(Reader) began crying, shaking under Kirtch's touch. "Are you saying that I'm the reason he's dead?"

"Oh, pet.." Kirtch sighed again, pulling (Reader) out of the fetal position and into his arms. "I've always been incredibly interested in humanity. When I was a young child, there was a 'book' in my father's study about primitive species, and that's how I learned about humans. Did you know that you and I experience life differently from one another? Our brains function differently. We have different pain receptors; our brains' physiology are almost nothing alike; the diseases humans are capable of developing simply for existing are concepts we've never had to worry about. Even how we perceive the color spectrum, humans are so unlike any other sentient species I have met."

"I was so fascinated by Earth, especially by humans. We are not allowed to visit Earth as it is a restricted area, so much of what we know is recorded knowledge from captured defectors. My chances of meeting a human were next to none. Then, we had to dock in Dol-Hu, a shady planet only inhabited by criminals and those in hiding. And wandering through the market, I saw you."

"The one thing I've always wanted, for the past seventy years, I recognized you as a human immediately, even though you were so much cuter than I could have expected. You're so soft, and fragile, in comparison to my armoured flesh. You were bent over, but I knew from descriptions I had memorized what you were. As one who has always loved Earth, I am fluent in every Earth language we know of, so I was excited to communicate with you. I was so eager to have a piece of humanity. And now here you are."

(Reader) rolled over, their heart clenching painfully as they looked up into Kirtch's sadly smiling face. "I wonder what I look like through your eyes."

Their heart began doing somersaults in their throat as the tears continued flowing.

"You may have been the only human I've ever known, but I can say with confidence that you must have been the best humanity had to offer. I only want to give you the best life possible."

(Reader) wrapped their arms around Kirtch's midsection, sobbing loudly. His body didn't bend or squish under the full strength of (Reader's) embrace. And that was how (Reader) fell asleep, crying themselves into a nap.

When they awoke, they were alone, lying in the bed with the cat tucked into their arms. (Reader) left the room to find Kirtch at his desk, working on paperwork. The giant heard (Reader) behind him, and turned his attention on them, smiling as he held out his arms in an offer to pick them up. And much to his surprise, (Reader) willingly entered into his embrace, and allowed him to set them on his lap without pouting or making a fuss.

"I have a few more documents to look over, then I can play with you, okay?"

"Okay." Their voice was quiet and monotone, (Reader's) mind still fuzzy from crying so much before falling asleep.

"Are you still upset? Is there anything I can do to make you happy?"Kirtch laid down his work, trapping (Reader) in his arms.

"No.. you can continue working."

"You're more important than my work. I consider your unhappiness to be a crises."

Worry began to prick at (Reader's) skin. "I'm really fine, we don't need to play!"

"Need?"

Memories of the day (Reader) was bought flashed through their mind, causing them to go red and hot as they started to squirm in Kirtch's embrace. "I-I- didn't mean it like that!"

One hand left (Reader's) body to grab something from Kirtch's desk. "Don't fret, I recently purchased a new toy I thought would bring you joy."

(Reader's) eyes bulged out as they froze in anticipation, their heart hammering in their chest. But what Kirtch retrieved did not appear safe to go near any genitalia, a strange contraption formed of multiple thin prongs on a handle. Embarrassed that they had assumed something sexual was about to happen, (Reader) bit the inside of their cheek, puzzling over the strange discomfort they were feeling. "What's that?"

Kirtch raised (Reader's) shirt, and dragged the device across their skin, causing an involuntary shudder. It tickled.

"Ah! No!" (Reader) accidentally laughed, trying to push Kirtch away. He trailed the toy from their pelvic area visible above their pants to their left armpit. The light tingling sensation forcibly clenched their stomach muscles as they let loose a howl of laughter.

They couldn't breathe correctly, laughing so hard that their spasming abdominals made it feel like they were choking. But they couldn't stop, begging Kirtch to "knock it off" while their cheeks hurt from the smile they had. That damn toy tickled every inch of their body, not even noticing when Kirtch removed their pants. They kicked futilely, unable to break free from the assault. Their sensitive skin was almost becoming painful to the touch, but the laughter only got louder.

"pleASE! KIRTCH, stop!!" (Reader) heaved. Their whole body felt tender, highly reactive to each touch. Which made them aware of the fact that the only thing separating them from Kirtch's lap was a thin pair of underpants. With how they had been writhing on his lap, they were relieved that Kirtch didn't seem to have a dick that could become aroused from such movements.

(Reader's) smile fell. I have no idea how Kirtch's species reproduces. Maybe he can get erections, but he won't get one for me because he sees me as a pet. An animal. Their heart turned to concrete as it dropped out of its cage.

Kirtch halted his attack when he saw (Reader) go limp. "Are you tuckered out, pet?"

(Reader) tried to slide off his lap like jelly. "I'm done playing. I want to go back to bed."

"Alright, my stubborn little grump, what is it now? You were all smiles but a second ago, so what is it plaguing your mind?"

They tried to scrunch up their nose to prevent more tears from sheepishly forming. "I'm not a pet. I'm a human. I want to be treated like an equal!"

Kirtch's smile was replaced by a hurt scowl. "Is it so unpleasant being my pet?"

"No!" (Reader) interjected, not understanding why it pained them so much to see Kirtch upset, "I just want to, I just.. I don't know. This is confusing, and it feels.. weird. You're really nice to me, and sometimes it feels like... but then other times you treat me like I'm a cat. This isn't what I want. Either be a bastard and treat me like an animal or treat me like-" Their words caught in their throat. Treat me like what?!

A fearful kiss was placed on their forehead, ghostly with hardly any pressure. Kirtch's hands trembled on (Reader's) sides. "All I wish is to adore you for the rest of your life."

He pulled (Reader) into his chest, petting their back in a comforting manner. "I'll give you anything you ask for, I'll do anything you ask of me. Just to keep you happy, with me. You are all that I've ever wanted. All I wish is to care for you, and spend all my attention on you. If there is anything you want, please ask me. I need you to love me."

(Reader) felt so confused. Like a squid was destroying their gut, everything was uncomfortable and scary. They knew that Kirtch viewed them as a pet, he loved them how (Reader) loved their family dog as a child. But when they heard him begging for their love, it made them wish for an odd moment that he wasn't an alien. That (Reader) was sitting on their boyfriend's lap right now, a strange human man who sometimes infantalized them but only out of affection. Why couldn't this be simple? Why did (Reader) want him to kiss them right at that moment?

"I want to go home. I want to meet someone kind and fall in love." (Reader's) words stabbed Kirtch in places he never knew could hurt.

"I can't do that, (Reader)..." Kirtch's embrace constricted almost painfully tight. "You're all I've ever wanted. You can't ask me to let you go. I'll take such good care of you, you'll see. I have the rest of your life to make you fall in love with me."

They sat there, holding one another in agonizing silence, both loving each other in a way that they couldn't explain. The way their brains functioned didn't just mean that Kirtch could see a wider range of colors than (Reader), but the way their species experienced love was too vastly different for the other to comprehend. Despite Kirtch wanting to own (Reader), that was the greatest love he had ever felt, since his species did not pair bond and only mated when two beings agreed amicably that they wished to procreate. He knew that humans felt many forms of love, love for a mate, love for their offspring, love for a friend.. but to something that never felt any of those forms of love, Kirtch couldn't understand the difference between them.

"I love you, my little pet. And I will always love you."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere alien x reader #yandere alien #not proofread #cw humiliation #pet reader #pet human #cw death #feels #i'm just so tired #gender neutral reader

[mommymilkerssociety]

Yandere alien, determined to learn more about your species: *touching your clit* what is this my little pet? you, squirming away from his touch, in tears: don't touch there, please, it's sensitive him, only making out murmurs of approval: *rubbing it tenderly, because it makes you feel good* do you like it, pet? do you like it when I touch you like that?

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #alien x reader #yandere alien #alien x human #alien oc #alien lover #pet! reader #alien smut #why is it so hard to tag?

[improper-use-of-germx]

Alien who gets badly wounded when a mission goes south, you have to sling one arm over your shoulder and drag them to a doctor. While they're fading in and out of consciousness they begin purring, limp head pressed into the side of your neck so you can feel the rumbles travel through your entire body. Just this massive, blissed-out alien who isn't even comprehending that they're hurt because you're here, and they've wanted to express their feelings for you for so long but didn't want to scare you away. Good luck escaping their iron grip before the meds wear off, and if you somehow do, watch out! All their fuzzy mind can remember is that they had finally had you, and even the worst injuries won't be able to stop them from trying to have you again.

#can you tell im a fan of accidental/drunk confessions #alien x human #alien x reader #monster x human #monster x reader #alien #alien imagines #humans are weird #imagines #humans and aliens #monster boyfriend #alien romance #yandere #just a lil #yandere alien

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic! Alien Father x Toddler! Human Reader

His species kidnaps humans to experiment on them their technology

And Astrophel was appointed by his higher ups to study a child and experiment on them.

So, he picked you, because you caught his eyes with how innocent and precious you appear to the eyes.

Even though, you won't be the first human or child he is going to experiment, yet he felt pity.

Because no one survives the harsh conditions of the experiment.

Astrophel does kidnap you, not to experiment on you, but to adopt you as his child.

He explained to the higher ups, that they could adopt human children and turn them into aliens, considering how most aliens have infertility issues.

Honestly, the higher-ups liked the idea.

As for oxygen, no need to worry, Aliens have their own solutions for providing oxygen

Astrophel's real problem, is his ability to connect with you.

He needed to read many books about fatherhood to form a good father-daughter relationship with you.

And Astrophel was successful.

Probably because you are barely two years old, and can't comprehend the idea that you were kidnapped by an Alien.

For you, Astrophel is a blue skinned man who keeps you safe and entertained.

Not, an evil Alien who killed your parents to become your sole guardian.

#tw: toxic relationships #platonic yandere #reader insert #daughter reader #yandere father #alien oc #alien x reader

[compact-turtle]

I'll listen to you next time. Okay? ~

Concept: Yandere Space Explorer x Gn Reader: Spicy Edition

Summary: Orion ignores your pleas to stay home and decides to follow you into the jungle.

TW: NS//FW, finger/ing, dub-con?, biting, general yandere stuff, riding, just being horny yk

Word count: 1.4k

Note: I'm like a thousand followers late but here's the first part of the thousand (now 2 thousand?!?!) follower celebration I promised!! I plan on breaking it up into 3 different posts for each character. First will be Orion, then Ivar and Atticus last!

Entry Date XX-XX-XXX Y/n has begun hoarding large amounts of food lately. No preference for food in the pile with the exception of Aishi flowers. Behavior lately has been erratic. Body language suggests uneasiness and anxiety. They’ve instructed me to stay in the hut for a few days while they leave on a journey. They brought all the Aishi flowers with them along with half the food pile. In order to understand their behavior, I am choosing to ignore their request and will follow them. I have- 

"Oh fuck” Orion whispered as he finally noticed how lifeless the jungle had suddenly become. 

He was utterly absorbed in finishing his journal entry, neglecting to watch his surroundings despite your repeated warnings. Orion couldn't determine how long the forest had been silent. 

He quietly packed up his items, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.

It's fine. You were pretty close. You were just a few hundred feet inside a nearby cave that he'd tracked you down to. 

 Keep calm. Orion reminded himself multiple times as his feet picked up the pace. His eyes caught a glimpse of something purple stalking him. 

No more calm. 

Orion booked it. He clutched his satchel tightly while weaving through the jungle. Roots nearly tripped him. The jungle began to blur into a confusing tapestry of blue, green, and every other color. 

Suddenly, he was pinned to the ground. Its sharp teeth flashed, and a disgusting smell wafted into his nose. 

"GET OFF ME" Orion yelled as he attempted to kick the beast off him. 

The kick did very little to harm it. At most, he probably annoyed the creature. The beast growled and opened its mouth wider. 

Something pushed the giant beast off him just as it was about to take a bite. The beast staggered back in shock. A large howl escaped the beast.

You jumped on top of it with a blade in your head. You quickly shoved your blade into the side of the beast. Cries of pain echoed from it as he watched you take the knife out of its neck. It shook you off its back, and you fell onto the ground. Quickly, it ran into the jungle. 

"WHY YOU HERE? SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME!" You screamed at him. Your body was sluggish as it dragged itself off the ground.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay! You've been acting so weird lately and-." 

"Go home. Now." 

Without looking back, you slowly walked into a nearby cave. Orion tip-toed behind you into the cave, trying not to upset you any further. A makeshift leaf curtain door covered the entrance. The cave was small and had a dead end. A pile of aishi flowers was littered around with a musk smell.

You immediately collapsed onto the flower when you walked in. Your body giving up as it pushed itself past the limit. Orion rushed over to you. At first, he assumed you were injured in the fight with the predator.

His eyes darted in surprise when he realized you were bare. He pulled you into his arms with your back facing him. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you buried yourself in his arms. It took Orion a few seconds to understand what was wrong with you. A small smile snaked itself way onto his lips. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't know it was your heat and mating season! You should've said something to me. I would've helped you. "Orion said sweetly as he traced his finger down your back. You gave a soft mew and shuddered underneath his touch. 

"Nooo. Give me flowers. I eat." You cried, trying to fight him. "I need it!"

Orion reached over and gently fed you a flower. Your body began to cool down, and your mews died down. The sensitivity is fading away. A look of soberness slowly leaked into your eyes. 

Hm. No wonder you were collecting these so much. They were meant to suppress your heat. Still, you didn't need the flowers now that he was here to assist you. He snatched the flower from your hand. You whined as he took it away. 

Orion resumed teasing your body. His finger stopped at the base of your tail. He wrapped his fingers around it, following its length until the tip. He marveled at the flexibility of your tail as it wrapped around his arm in pleasure. The fur underneath his skin was soft like the blankets in your room. 

 When his fingers reached the end, he circled them around it and toyed with it. Tiny trembles reverberated through your body. You began to pant more. Drool slipped over the side of your mouth, and a flushed color began to paint your skin.

"Does it feel good? Am I a good boy helping you?" 

"Nooooo. Stop. No touch," You babble incoherently. 

"Hm? It doesn't feel good here. I'm so sorry. Let me try somewhere else." Orion apologized teasingly while he nibbled on your ear.  

His finger began to trail down lower from your tail. Gently, he pried your legs apart. He slowly slipped his finger inside you. You writhed when Orion pushed it in. Your tail curled up, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure. 

Your hole was wet as it ached for him. It wrapped around his finger as he pushed in and out of it. Wet slick coating the entire finger. The sensation of your hole was exhilarating with the pressure around it as he added another finger. As his fingers curved inside you, the feeling intensified around him. He shivered in bliss as your back arched, trying to make the fingers go in deeper. 

Your voice echoed through the cave. He listened as you mewed out small chirps and cries. He adjusted your head and began to suck on your tongue. Greedily, he relished the taste of your mouth. The taste of your mouth was so sweet, like honey. It brought him pure bliss, and he was almost ready to explode. 

His cock ached and was sore inside his pants. He began to grind on your back, desperate for release. He lapped at your tounge and it felt like he'd drank ambrosia from the gods. Every drop dripped from his mouth straight into his very essence. He couldn't take it anymore as he rubbed himself into your back.

Suddenly, you ripped your lips off of him. A throbbed headache resounded as you pushed him on the floor. His fingers leave your tight hole. 

He watched you get on top of him. You sat on top of him, and your tail pinned his hands to the ground. You tore off his pants. His cock managed to spring free. He moaned as you tried to sit down on him. Your body desperately tries to take his entire length. You shifted and shuffled in various directions, trying to make it fit. 

Finally, your walls managed to take him in. You slicked up his dick with your nectar and pushed it inside yourself deeper. He groaned at how tight you were inside. It almost felt suffocating. Still, he adored the way you devoured him, and was still ravenous for more.

"Can I finish inside you? Please, please, please, let me," Orion begged as you moved your hips, "You feel too good. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me finish in you." 

"No. Ri, not listen to me. Bad boy today." You said through gasps.

You leaned down and bit his neck as punishment for even asking that. Something in him broke. He knew it was too soon. You just put it inside, and he wanted to fill you up. 

He tried to listen and hold back. However, the image of you full of him pushed him over the edge. Your belly filled with him to the brim. Your sweet slick mixed with his salty seed. Your delicate skin is stained with his dirty white liquid. Afterward, you'd lift yourself up and spill the extra fluid your hole couldn't contain. 

A slight whine escaped your lips as Orion made his fantasy a reality. He painted your walls white and moaned as you took it all in. He couldn't help it. Listening to you call him a bad boy while riding him was too much. 

"I'm sorry for not listening to you today. Let's do it again, and I'll listen to you this time. Okay?" 

#yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere writing #yandere smut #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #yandere boyfriend #tw yandere #yandere #yandere astronaut #yandere alien #yandere space explorer #yandere male #soft yandere #yandere x you #yandere x gn reader #male yandere oc #yandere male oc #male yandere x reader #male yandere x gn reader #yandere insert #yandere idea #yandere stories #yandere hcs #compact turtle #yandere lemon #x reader

[yanderemommabean]

Earlier, while at work, I let out this high pitched sneeze, and my coworker commented that it sounded like the kind of sneeze you would hear from a baby or a kitten. Now I’m wondering how your alien zoo keepers would react to hearing me sneeze like that.

"Oh! Did you hear?! it sounds as if they're mimicking the noises of an infant feline! Oh how absolutely adorable!"

"Yes but it seems they made that noise in distress, perhaps mimicking the sound to get the attention of some help much like an infant feline would. They could be in danger?"

"Oh no, what if they're scared? They can't be scared they're perfectly safe! Maybe we should go inside and assure them!"

"Ah but what if they're sick? Infections run rampant in their bodies, some worse than others, they could be getting an airborne illness! "

"That poor baby! We have to go check on them now!"

(they're major dorks about it -Mommabean )

#Mocha bean #bean asks #bean confessions #yandere zoo #yandere exophilia #yandere scenarios #mommabean #yandere imagines #yandere aliens

[yanderes-galore]

Do you remember Alien vs Predator movie? So basically everything is the same but Yautja and Xenomorph slowly becoming yandere for darling. It's not a ful concept I know I just want to give you an idea

Oof, it's been forever since I saw AvP so let me do some general stuff between the two. I appreciate feedback ^^ I should write Yautja more.

Yandere! Yautja vs Yandere! Xenomorphs

Pairing: Romantic (Yautja)/Pet-like (Xenomorphs) - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder, Rivalry, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship (?).

It's obvious these two aliens have very different cultures.

Xenomorphs are more animalistic, they have a feral type of behavior and prefer to stalk their obsession in groups.

They don't entirely understand what they feel for their darling, but they want to chase this feeling.

Meanwhile Yautja are a species that hunts for sport and can communicate with humans when they are not hunting them.

Yautja are primarily strong male hunters, their females staying on their homeworld usually.

Xenomorphs are genderless for the most part, although often referred to female due to their Queen based colony system.

The way they'd both treat you would be different.

Xenomorphs stalk and follow their obsession in groups usually.

A Xenomorph on their own can obsess over you although they usually have a group around them to help.

For example, a Xenomorph Drone/Warrior or Praetorian would have a group of Runners around them to help find their obsession as they are a higher caste.

They intend to drag you back to their hive and scent you with the scent of their nest.

Then that means they successfully claimed you and treat you with mimicked affection.

Yautja are more developed, less feral most of the time.

While Xenomorphs stalk from the shadows, Yautja can stalk you from anywhere due to their technology.

All they have to do is go invisible to watch their obsession.

There's also a good chance they'd treat their obsession as their mate.

They want to defend you and claim you as their own.

They also have an easier time with communication, using gestures to talk with you even if you both have a language barrier.

Xenomorphs don't understand the concept of mate due to not needing another one of their kind to breed.

Which is why this obsession is so foreign to them.

Yautja would court you like they would one of their own.

Gifts of the hunt and showing off their skills in combat and hunting are the most common courting methods.

Xenomorph courting mostly consists of them trying to drag you off and softly chittering at you.

In terms of strength, Yautja alone are pretty strong.

Xenomorphs are weak alone yet are strong in numbers.

How a rivalry during AvP would go is a mess....

The example I'll focus on is you have one Yautja obsessed with you and a colony + their Queen after you in terms of Xenomorphs.

That Yautja is defending his mate with his life.

The Xenomorphs on the other hand are not only trying to protect their hive but also follow your scent.

It's unnerving to know you're the prize here.

If the Yautja manages to escape with you, you're forced to follow Yautja mate customs and may never see home again.

If the Xenomorphs manage to take you, killing your Yautja, you'll be forced to sit around a hive of the creatures away from home.

They'll even create a Predalien out of the Yautja.

Both species are disturbing with their obsession towards you.

Xenomorphs constantly show you the new Chestbursters they created to try and help you into your role.

Yautja are always looking for more trophies and treasures to show you, their mate.

You want nothing more than to avoid both situations.

You can't be happy with either scenario.

You feel hunted by both species, even if you got away both would try to find you.

It's best to lean on your own species for help.

Stay with your fellow humans until they find a way to clean up this whole problem.

Although... you'd also be putting them at risk.

Both species happen to be possessive.

Your Yautja would come in, picking off the humans around you one by one before finally abducting you.

That or the Xenomorphs obsessive over you would pour through the vents, intent on taking hosts and stealing you.

No matter what you do... both parties are hard to kill.

It's one danger or another...

Pick your poison.

#yandere alien vs predator #yandere yautja #yandere xenomorphs #yandere alien harem #yandere aliens #yandere alien

[suiana]

bro imagine yandere alien and yandere astronaut threesome love triangle

you'd be another astronaut of course, travelling the wonders of the world and space along side your partners which obviously includes this smitten astronaut.

being in love with you since day 1, this astronaut knows you by heart. he'll recite everything about you like it's the national pledge. he's just so terribly in love that he'd do everything for you. and that includes keeping you safe, with him of course.

but oh no!! by some god forsaken accident, your space craft failed and now you're on this alien planet!!! what?1!1! 😱😱😱 and all your other crewmates are dead too??? except for him?? oh no it looks like you two are stuck with each other forever now... 😇😇 like he didn't orchestrate this whole incident just so you two could be alone forever...

stuck in an unknown planet with only him, all you could do was trust him. he'd never do anything to hurt you after all!

but then you met this alien while out on your own one day??? and the alien was so drawn in by you that he's now madly in love with you too???

astronaut guy is pissed but you?? you?? you're happy??? what??? and your explanation??

three dicks is better than one :3 (alien has two dicks)

like what?!?

horny mf

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere astronaut #yandere astronaut x reader #yandere alien #yandere alien x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

[yandere-sins]

The Alien Project - Chapter III

Wordcount: 4855 Warnings: LEMON, Yandere/Dark Romance, Aliens, Alien Cannibalism, Graphic content, Non-/Dub-Con, Tentacles, Inappropriate Touches, Slime, Forced Intimacy, Egg laying Featured Aliens: The Glutton @yanderewulf​​; Dalliance Emory @/anon; -Noname- @/anon

a/n: Finally the new chapter! Hope you enjoy the... experience (;

The Glutton - Chapter III

You had never been above casual hookups, sex against stress. The thrill of one-night stands excited you just as much as passionate love-making with a partner. Though, in that department, you lacked more experience than you wanted to admit. The relief and relaxation that came with letting loose and forgetting yourself for a while was something you deemed vital whenever the pressure on you had been too high from your studies and, later, work. But at the same time, building relationships was hard and tiresome, so you often resorted to a quick meet-up that would end in bed with a stranger and alone in the morning.

However, even with your experience, nothing could have prepared you for this. This was on a whole other level entirely. Copulating with a slime was something you only ever heard about as a kink on earth. Yet, here you were, your bodies melting into his, unable to escape. Even if the slime didn't swallow you again, his chest stuck to yours, his mass losing its form and instead glued to you, drawing you into him. His tongue had long invaded your mouth, slipped down your throat in a thick, slimy consistency, licking up your spit as if it was a delicious drink. He was a messy kisser, that's for sure. Still, it left a burning sensation in your core, sparking desire.

With your wrists held up by his hands, his grip strong and unbudging, you hung in the air, only supported by the slime's body and the tentacles he created. They were wiggling under your clothes, wrapping around your legs and squeezing your body appreciatively, wandering up to your chest. You could feel them sneak their way under your bra, sliding over your nipples with no hesitation. They didn't seem to mind you shuddering whenever they pressed up to a sensitive spot of yours. All the way up to your shoulders, the tentacles stopped for no gasp and no squirm you did, until they wrapped around your arms in his hand's place. Even though you weren't inside the slime, it felt like he was everywhere around you. Every spot of your body was touched, fondled, and stimulated, the tentacles wiggling and vibrating ever so often to remind you of their presence.

An additional, thicker appendage had nestled itself outside your pants, between your legs, forcing your weight down on it as it pushed its length against you, sliding back and forth. Even without producing any secretion of its own, the mass was smooth and gliding unhindered over your body. You had an inkling it was only waiting to indulge in all your juices just like he was drinking your saliva as if it was a delicious cocktail. It was obvious by the sensual expression on his face that he enjoyed this, even without indulging in the main course—yet.

Slowly but surely, the tentacles around your body worked to remove your clothes, and you were just thankful your only change wasn't ripped off in a frenzy. Instead, your pants and underwear were pulled down your hips, rolled up around the tentacles as they discarded them on the ground before returning to the slime's main body, new ones replacing them quickly. You began to panic as new parts of him slit up your legs, making a beeline to where you didn't want them.

Closing your legs shut, the slime stopped the kiss for the first time, backing away from you to look down, inspecting your reluctant behavior. Coughing, you noticed the sweet aftertaste he left in your mouth, making it harder to breathe, a pleasurable pain spreading through your chest as it filled with air again. Smaller tentacles shot up your body and under your shirt, pulling it over your head and replacing the previous tentacles that kept you submissive, slightly and gently bending your body in an arch and lifting you higher. His hands fell to your knees, his fingers melting around your thighs, the firmness disappearing to slip between them fluidly.

He looked up, and a grin crossed his features as he applied pressure to the insides of your knees, pulling them apart. You fought against it, panting from the exertion, and his strength dwindled ever so often before he caught himself again, pulling harder. Only long after this did you realize he was playing with you, pretending you had a chance by letting you win a couple of times. But you didn't. Not by a long shot.

When he finally had enough of toying with you, he suddenly broke through your efforts, spreading your legs wide apart, showing off his immense strength over you. He might have 'just' been a slime, but you had severely underestimated him, it seemed. Immediately, the tentacle he had you ride before returned, this time meeting your hot sex skin to... slime. It was shameful to admit, but you knew better than anyone that arousal couldn't be stopped. Not when there were so many stimuli working on you to get you ready. The slick surface of the slime was quickly wetted in your flowing juices, eagerly sliding back and forth and coating itself properly all around.

"S-Stop," you finally spoke up, finding your voice again. The slime's eyes shot up to yours as he heard you, maneuvering you closer to his body again. You couldn't lie, you knew exactly what was going to happen, and denial wasn't going to work on your troubled mind. "I don't want this, please," you begged with him, hoping that, by any god, he'd understand you and show mercy and compassion for you.

You were already blindsided by how the slime changed. From comforting, to caring, to helping you, he had shown himself to be a respectable creature. And now this? Destroying the robot and forcing himself on you? Where could this possibly have come from? Did you do something to trigger all of this? But when you thought about it, all you could remember was saying you wanted to get help and go home. You didn't even belittle him or rolled your eyes at your strange companion. Nothing that could declare you aggravating the slime on purpose.

For a moment, everything halted. The slime leaned forward, his forehead brushing against yours. You took a deep breath, feeling the hot tears that fell from your eyes as you couldn't help but pity yourself for what was about to happen. If he continued, you would be raped; there was no other way to describe it. It wasn't a thought anyone wanted to realize in their life, but it sure became a reality for you quickly. How it would feel to be with this… monster, was up to debate, but right then and there, having witnessed the mood swings of the slime, you were sure that even this peaceful moment with him would fade.

Noticing how you stopped struggling, the slime kissed the corners of your eyes and licked your cheek with its long, rounded tongue before the feeling of small feelers against your pussy made you jolt awake and out of your thoughts. They opened your folds, the thick, riding tentacle brushing up against your spread cunt before placing its slick tip to your entrance. "No..." you stammered, shaking your head and searching for the slime's eyes. "No, no, no!"

But it was too late. The tentacle didn't enter you completely, slowly but deliberately spreading you open by just pushing the tip inside your entrance, twisting it around.

You gasped, clenching your teeth together to bare with the pleasurable pain that jolted through your body as you were prepared. For what? You had no idea, but the teasing and twisting tentacle shallowly fucking you already did a great job riling you up. Its form may have resembled an ordinary sex toy, but you had to admit that nothing and no one you played with before had been as thick.

Pressing his body up to yours again, it was almost insulting that the slime man didn't see the need to hold your knees apart anymore. But even if it frustrated you - as did the whole situation - you could only clasp them around him in an effort to close them and complicate what he was doing, which wasn't effective with the sheer mass of slime he was. However, you weren't the only one going through something, as his previously light purple-colored body changed into a much more vibrant and less translucent shade. As if even his coloring had become stronger, much like the rest of him. Perhaps, he had always been this way, and you had been ignorant of it all this time. Still, had the situation not been so dire, it might have been fascinating to study him.

All that you could conclude for sure was that these aliens were weird.

May it be the slime or that plant guy, all of them seemed complex and unpredictable. It didn't help that they made you even more anxious than you already were after your shipwreck and barely surviving alien wildlife. And now this. This was probably the worst of them all. You only had yourself to blame for being trusting of, well, a slime. You should have known better from the beginning and tried harder to fight it instead of just giving in. But with all you had to go through, what kind of awful fate was this?

His tongue was ever so eager as it slipped into your mouth, down the way of your throat. The slime didn't seem to have any hesitations of claiming every one of your openings as it presented itself to him. Your pussy was spread as he held your face between his palms, not letting you pull your head away from him. His body temperature had picked up more of your warmth, becoming hot to the touch. Or perhaps, that was you as you felt more and more heat blossoming in your body, arousal pooling between your legs as the tentacle worked you up into ecstatic.

Thin tentacles wrapped around your nipples, squeezing them and pulling until you were whining moans into the slime's mouth. The more your body was played with, the more you were whimpering and jerking in his grip, your tits being stretched and your hole being spread inch by inch. You should have been relieved for the way he eased you into it, this alien at least considerate enough to prepare you, but the longer all your sensitive spots were fondled and poked at, the more desperate you became for relief.

It made you wish for the tentacle to reach deeper. Kiss places no ordinary man had touched you before. It was so, so wrong to think about the toe-curling orgasm you'd be inevitably driven to, but your pride was crumbling fast, almost making you beg for it.

When the slime retracted his tongue, you had to cough again, another tingling sensation mixing with the stimuli on your body. His mouth traced along your lips, every corner of your face, and every mark decorating your skin before reaching your ear, nibbling on your lobe. You didn't even know he could make teeth but were shivering no less than with a human as he gently bit into you, goosebumps running down your body. How much more was he going to make you endure? How much would you be able to endure?

There was something about him, perhaps the way he rocked his body against yours, every appendage moving and squeezing you accordingly to the slow dance you two were practicing, finding all the sweet spots, that drove you crazy with passion. You had doubts that he was an expert in pleasing humans, and you also couldn't believe he had much experience with interspecies relationships, but he tried. Had you desired him as much as he seemed to desire you, you would have been able to acknowledge the effort he put into his touches. But all it did was appall you, even now.

Fingers gliding from your face to your breasts, he fondled them, following their welcoming perkiness with his mouth to suckle them in. It was a little less hungry than you imagined a baby but more eager and curious as he explored them. Down under, the tentacles wiggled away at your cunt, sending signals into your abdomen as it bent and curled inside of you. It was getting deeper and deeper inside, sliding in easily through your juices. However, it had yet to fully penetrate, which was strange given how eagerly it was working away on you.

Your mind was growing foggy from all the pleasure, a longing sigh escaping you as you let your head fall back. Immediately, the slime was back to kiss along your throat, laying open vulnerably, indulging the stretched skin with his affections, his chest pressing up against you again. Your arms were lowered, your shoulders aching before your limbs were pressed to your back. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you airtight against him, your torso unable to move in his hold as he needily claimed you as a part of himself.

Snapping forward, you looked him in the eyes, catching his eager smile before he nuzzled his face to yours. The tentacle pulled out of you, leaving your soaking wet pussy to the cold air again, dripping. However, your cunt didn't have time to be lonely as something unexpectedly hard and curved slit out of the slime, pressing between your legs. You felt protruding veins on it as the slime humped it between your legs, pressing your folds over it to grind along with every push, your clit burning in delight as it got poked and dragged along the shaft.

With wide eyes and a gasp, you realized this didn't feel like the slime, yet it was definitely coming from him. But instead of tentacles and appendages, this was the real deal—his cock. It probed at your sex, its smooth, round tip reminding you of the tentacle as it slipped into you easily. After all, you were more than prepared. With nothing in the way, the slime acted more assertively, less careful, and gentle as he had proven he could be. In the matter of just one loud gasp, he had pushed the entire pulsing length all the way inside.

Its middle was even bigger than the tip, and as you tried to collect your thoughts, it suddenly made sense as to why you needed to be prepared. It was so much grittier than what you were used to from the human male's ego, hot and pulsing as it fit right inside despite its painful thickness. For the first time ever, you heard something akin to a grunt from the slime, even though it was short and deep, tingling through your body like a forbidden sound that excited you. You still couldn't agree with what he was doing, but your toes curled even just from his cock twitching, teasing your walls.

Now finally united to the fullest, tentacles returned to play with you, and you took a deep breath as you felt the slime's hips retract for the first time. Even though you had him inside of you already, you still needed to prepare for how hard he was going to slam his member in again, picking up a pace that kept fastening to the point of no restraint. Nothing could have prepared you for the shocks of pleasure that hit you repeatedly. The tips of the tentacles went back to attacking your outer spots, your clit being mercilessly rubbed and played with while your nipples received their own teasing. One of the appendages even slit along your back and around your throat, giving you an awful reminder of how easy it would be to cut off your air supply.

You weren't thinking straight by the time his cock was hammering into you, fluids running down your thighs and the surface of his lower body. His teeth were back on your shoulders, his thrusts causing him to bite down a lot harder than before. As if he was out for your blood to lick up the second he tore through your skin. It was easy to forget who or what he was when he was fucking you sore like a god. Everything he did only heightening your experience of what was happening.

The knot in your abdomen constricted and wound itself as you closed in on your orgasm. A relief so reluctant as it was undeniable. With so many touches at the same time, it was impossible to say what sent you over the edge, but as you were moaning and gasping for air, the slime kissed you deeply, letting you taste all of his delicious sweetness as he burned the feeling of his cock inside of you forever into your mind.

You jerked in his hold, legs shivering as you pressed them tightly around him, trying to hold on to reality as you were thrown into heavenly pleasure. Your moans vibrated on his tongue as if they were his own. His embrace only helped you to arch your back, pressing into his soft mass while your wiggling caused you to press the tip of his cock against all the best spots inside of you over and over, despite already being at your limit.

With a last, long moan, you slumped, for the first time relieved that you were supported by many, many restraints in the forms of arms and tentacles. It was everything and more to experience the real deal, not just the fantasy of the tentacle kink. You felt strangely fulfilled after cumming so hard on this abnormal, alien cock.

However, the fullness didn't subside even after you came. You relied on the slime for a good while as you tried to wipe the fog from your brain and regain your senses—rather unsuccessfully. But only as you felt the cock still stuck inside you wiggling did you snap fully out of your trance, looking down. It wasn't much room it could gain, but it did get a bit further up your pussy, kissing the most inner parts and robbing you of your breath.

The already thick shaft seemed to enlarge even more, spreading your entrance first before the large part traveled deeper inside, spreading your walls and opening you up for what was about to come. Only when there was more that was supposed to go inside of you, did you realize what was happening, the slime licking his lips before grinning as it began to fill you with its babies. You let out a horrified shriek of panic as you felt the gooey consistency dropping into you from the tip of his cock. There was no other way to describe the feeling of small, wobbly slime eggs that invaded you, one… two… three.

Of course, you tried to fight it, even an unconventional impregnation being the last thing you wanted, but the slime would not budge. He thoroughly enjoyed his orgasm, not letting you take it from him and leaning forward to force your lips against his again, biting and licking at them delightfully. His whole body was vibrating, much like yours had been shaking, and it showed the pure joy and excitement he felt. The eggs were much colder than your insides, sending shivers through you as they were rocking against your irritated walls that had to make room for them. Finishing the deed with a vigorous shake of you in his arms - his cock finally, painstakingly slow - pulled out, strings of a slimy secretion still connecting its tip to your pussy.

A guttural groan of satisfaction shook through the slime as he slowly set you down, your legs wobbly and coated in juices and slime. You sunk with him to the floor, the slime spreading out into a puddle, losing its 'human' form in favor of just slime bubbling on the ground. The deep purple turned back into see-through violet, and for a moment, you felt the slime glide through your fingers before a sudden panic hit you. After all it did and the way it mistreated you, did it just die?!

But to your reassurance, it occasionally made waves, showing that it was still very much alive.

However, something else needed your attention much more than the slime.

Sliding your fingers between your legs, they were instantly coated in all the juices you and the slime had produced, a sense of embarrassment washing over you. Nevertheless, you touched yourself, spreading your entrance. You had never done something like this before, but feeling the eggs move inside you was disgusting. Taking deep breaths, you pressed as hard as you could command your cunt to, hoping it would only push out the things you wanted to.

It took a while until the first insertion decided to show itself, small, just as violet as its dad. It wasn't an egg like you'd expect from a chicken, more like a child's toy as it was slimy and soft, but you were so relieved when it popped out, making a squelching sound as it hit the ground. This was all crazy. The situation was completely nuts, and yet, you were helplessly stuck in it.

One moment you had been devastated about the loss of the discovery robot and the next, some alien inserted his eggs through his cock inside of you. Had it not been so normal from a scientific standpoint that the slime was able to stimulate you and bring you to orgasm, you would have probably felt even worse than you already were. But as it was now, all you could think about was getting rid of its spawn and… leaving.

Of course, you had to take care of the eggs first. Once the first one was out, it became much easier to figure out what to do and how to position yourself. Even kneeling, you felt lewd as you opened yourself in the middle of this cave, popping out goo and feeling the relieving emptiness inside you. You managed to get them out of yourself, hopeful again that you could take care of these things yourself. Had you known that playing with more options had been a survival tip for alien planets, you might have tried to be more open and experimental on earth with it. But this way, you were left to your own devices, spreading your legs and massaging your folds to help ease the eggs out of you. Luckily you had counted.

A small part of you wished for revenge. Wished to stomp on the eggs to hurt the slime's pride, but you weren't even sure if the alien cared. Instead, once you were done extracting them, you searched for your clothes, shaking them out before getting dressed again. The slime had shown you all pros and cons of staying with it, but you weren't sure you could endure becoming a breeding womb for slime eggs for the rest of your life if that was what the slime wanted.

You had to go. Immediately.

Even though your steps were still unsteady, your legs shaky as they had to hold you up with no help now, you reached out for the hole's walls for support. As careful as you could, you circled around the puddle of slime on the ground, not wanting to disturb - or worse, alarm - it. It rested on the dirty floor with not much care for what was going on around it, spent and satisfied. But you didn't complain and didn't take any chances. Though it was hard to discern the slime from the ground properly, you stepped around it, hoping it wouldn't wake up and snap for you as you made your way to the exit it had previously blocked. You had to duck under and climb out of the hole, but all of those things you were perfectly capable of doing without the slime's help, now that your mind was set on getting away. Finally, you were surrounded by clean forest air again, allowing you to take a deep breath.

It felt good to be outside again, for real this time. Somehow the rustling of leaves wasn't as alarming as it had been when you just arrived on this strange planet. Instead, it reminded you of home as the wind combed through your hair, the distinctive sound of chirping coming from high above. Walking through a forest had not been a regular thing for you, especially not a jungle like this. But you still reckoned that usually, it was something enjoyable and calming, even though you were anything but calm after what happened inside that damned hole.

However, lingering would do you no good. Staying in one place for too long made you a target for new and old dangers, and you didn't want to be found by another enormous animal or the slime for obvious reasons. How long would you have to walk until you'd find someone to talk to? Someone more like you, who wasn't trying to kill you or rape you?

Brushing aside the thicket, you wished you had something to help conquer the jungle with. A machete, perhaps, or a compass and map to find your way out of it quickly. It was all pretty wishful thinking, and you knew this was an unexplored planet before you came here, but it would have been nice and given you some peace of mind. There were many things you wanted to forget by now, many feelings you wished to erase from your memories.

Even if your body felt good, you never wanted to experience something like with the slime again. Not meaning sex, just… that kind of rollercoaster. If you could at least have a say in it, you'd be happy, but the way it simply took you as it pleased was more disgusting than even the tentacles. You hoped and prayed that the others of your crew didn't fall victim to the same kind of alien as you had or died. With all your heart, you still hoped everyone survived, grouping up and defending each other, not lost, alone, and used as you were.

Above your head, there seemed to be a constant buzzing and chirping by now, and you swatted your hand over your head to keep annoying bugs away. It was growing louder, circling above you, and you most definitely did not feel like smearing a giant mosquito over your skin, hoping to just outrun it.

But before you could take note of what was flying above you, you heard the rustling of bushes behind you, making your heart sag. You had been so in thought that you stopped looking out for dangers. Was it the slime catching up to you? Animals? Just a gust of wind? You looked over your shoulder to see what it was, how fast you needed to run when suddenly, you were grabbed by your upper arms and thrown into the air.

Thrown? Hoisted, rather.

You twisted your body in the hold, but when you realized that the ground was only getting away further, you panicked, gripping whatever was holding you by the arms as support. Looking back, you saw the faint purple color of the all-too-familiar mass of slime stretching out as far as he could towards the sky, and you felt a twinge in your heart, knowing he came for you—too late.

Anxiously, you bit your lip, looking at the long, bird-like claws wrapped around your arms and up into feathers. You and this creature had yet to breach through the leaves of the trees, but when it leaned forward slightly, you saw the features of a young man, his chest barren, face decorated with long, feather-like hair. He looked down at you, the piercing yellow of his irises clashing with the menacing red all around them, when suddenly, he grinned, flapping his wings a bit harder to keep moving with no care.

"Yay! Dinner!" a chipper voice suddenly rang out, and the buzzing you heard earlier returned, flying up next to you.

It was hard to believe all these creatures - Aliens? Animals? - looking like they jumped straight out of a fantasy novel. You stared into the small face of a fairy-like creature, but much like the big one that carried you, they had wings for arms and legs like a bird. They looked like a strange mix of bird and human, with purple-ish skin. There were patches of scales catching and reflecting the light as you three flew past glowing lumps and rays of the afternoon sun shining through the treetops. It was bizarre, yet, intriguing. But still, you wanted nothing more than to be let down.

"Dinner?" you gasped in disbelief, no one having named you that yet directly. But the creature just giggled to themselves, then flew ahead as the one holding you chirped, picking up the pace as well, the jungle beneath you passing you by in a blur. 

And you wondered what you had gotten yourself into for the millionth time since you set out on this mission.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

I remember you posted that you write alien vs predator now, so if possible could you write something about a yandere yautja x chubby!f!reader??? Like maybe she accidentally witnessed some them hunting on earth but as they were going to kill her another yautja grabbed her and ran or fought the others, he’s usually content just watching but she was threatened and he couldn’t stay away…. Or even just headcanons about them and what they’d be like as a partner

Sorry🫣

— Yandere Yautja with a female! chubby mate

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about chubby reader, and yautja stuff.

A/N: I changed it up a bit and decided to write headcanons about having a darling who is chubby. I hope that’s alright :)

In his planet, or rather culture, female Yautja have a naturally larger and masculine build: muscular thighs, fit hands that’ll be thrown at anybody, and a good athletic build. But, since the day he saw you and touched you? He died at the second, and swore to protect you to all the Gods. And ensuring, you’d be his by the end of the night. 

To get it easy — he sees no issue with your size. Generally sees you as a ‘plushy’ and more huggable, there’s nothing wrong with that. 

But if he senses you being sad over your weight, he clicks in annoyance. How dare you insult yourself like that? Within seconds, he hikes you up on his shoulders by one hand, showing you that weight doesn’t mean a thing to him, so nor should you care. 

It’s no surprise that Yautja’s love heat, and your beloved mate sees you as a heat source. He has to be touching you at every given moment, muzzling his face deeper into your belly rolls as you two sleep in. 

Finds your stretch marks remarkable. Scars are a symbol of strength, and are praised highly in the culture and with your lovely Yautja, he views them as a form of scars. 

Handsy to a capitalized H, and doesn’t know a thing of personal space. Your skin is so warm and soft, his paws squishing and handling you is his favorite hobby. Adores the scent you have, and uses your thighs as pillows. 

Generally would love for you to go naked in the house. Nudity isn’t a source of shame in yautja culture, so he’d be confused if he sees you embarrassed. In all, he admires and wishes for the day to come; imagining himself pulling your clothes off, chirping and clicking in excitement as his hand covers your hips and addicting curves. 

Very protective, and whilst that’s guaranteed with his aggressive stance, it’s mustered up a bit because of how gorgeous you are. He’s convinced that if any other ‘ooman, or yautja, sees you – they might get attracted and try to steal you away. He’s ready to fight and tear off limbs if must. Possessive to its finest. 

Treats you with the finest things he can find and cook. He cooks you amazing food, ones that leave your mouth salivating, and wakes you up with breakfast in bed; admiring your sleep figure and messy hair from awakening. 

Loves to dress you up in clothes, especially if it’s in pelts that he hunted for you. Admires looking at you from behind, smiling like he’s made the day, and stares you down like a mad-man. You’re just so cute, ‘ooman.

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