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monster-disaster · 7 months ago

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A request for two exoskeleton aliens that are very addicted to feeling and fondling a cute squishy human they found

alien!Scad x human!Reader x alien!Talex Good to know: smut, threesome

A/N: Exoskeleton aliens were really specific and I hope my aliens are close to what you imagined. And if you wanted something more like Tarzan meets Jane type of thing, don't worry, I want to write something like that in the near future. :)

Your breathing is ragged and uneven as you hurry along the endless corridors that lead you outside to the ship that arrived not long ago. The sharp click of your sleek black heels against the gray tiles echoes through the empty hall in perfect rhythm with your rushing steps. Each knock bounces off the tall, blank walls, mixing with the soft, desperate huffs escaping your lips as you push forward. Your bag almost falls off your shoulder, but your fingers are tight and firm around the black straps. It wrinkles the white fabric of your shirt underneath it.

"They are here," Jim says, opening the door for you when he sees you approaching. "And you are late."

You can't help but scoff. "Thanks, Captain Obvious."

"Come on," he waves. "Hurry."

Keeping your thoughts about the man to yourself, you turn your focus to the grandiose spaceship that gleams under the bright sun at the top of the clear blue sky. The metal doors are already open, and at the base of the long stairs, you can see the guests among your other co-workers.

As a Cultural Ambassador, you meet beings from different planets all the time. It’s your job to understand their customs, their ways of life, and to bridge the gap between their worlds and yours. Yet, despite all your training and experience, you are still sometimes caught off guard by how different they can appear compared to what you are used to on Earth. That’s probably one of the reasons you love your job so much. There’s always something new to learn, something unfamiliar to explore.

From this distance, their skin appears to shift colors depending on the light; a shimmering green with hints of blue and purple that ripple across their form. As you walk closer, you realize their skin is more like an armor, a natural exoskeleton that covers them from head to toe. They stand tall and lean, with long arms and legs that bend in ways unfamiliar to human anatomy. The joints at their knees curve gracefully backward, resembling the powerful hind legs of a predator built for speed and agility.

"That’s new," Jim hums beside you, easily keeping pace with the rhythmic clicks of your high heels.

"Shut up," you hiss under your breath, eyes narrowing in annoyance as you keep your focus ahead. "They have a great hearing."

The closer you get, the more details you see. Their bodies are a blend of hard, angular bones and taut muscles. Though they may seem slim, there’s no doubt in you about the immense power lurking beneath their armor-like skin. They resemble the perfect fusion of the grace and agility of prey with the raw strength and precision of a predator. They carry all the best attributes of both types, presenting a striking balance of beauty and strength.

“Wow,” Jim mutters, but you only send him a brief, sidelong glance before turning your full attention back to the aliens.

You offer a calm and friendly smile, one you’ve practiced countless times for these occasions.

“Welcome to Earth,” you greet them in their own language. The unfamiliar words roll off your tongue with a heavy accent as you approach. Your posture is relaxed and open, with your back straight and your arms hanging comfortably by your sides.

"I hope your journey was comfortable,” you say, stopping a few feet away from them. “I’m Y/N. We’ve already communicated through messages.”

“Yes,” one of them replies, reaching out his hand for you. The gesture, while surprising, isn’t entirely unfamiliar. As diplomats of their home planet, they’re also learning your customs. You accept the hand and shake it briefly. “I’m Scad, and this is Talex.” The other male gives a wave, though the motion feels unusual coming from him.

“Are we ready to go?” you ask, directing the question mostly to your co-workers. They nod, stepping back to give you space to do your job.

“Yes,” Talex responds. His voice is smooth and gentle.

“Great,” you smile warmly. “Let’s make the best of your time here.”

The restaurant buzzes with life, rich with the soft music playing in the background and the low murmur of conversations weaving through the delicate clinking of cutlery and glasses.

You glance at Talex and Scad, who sit across from you. Their expressions are a blend of curiosity and cautious enthusiasm as they take their first bites of the steak you recommended. Their skin seems to shimmer under lights that cast a soft glow over the polished wood tables and vibrant artwork adorning the walls.

“So, what do you think?” you ask after a few quiet moments, letting them savor the flavors.

Talex hums thoughtfully, his large, all-black eyes reflecting the dim light above. “Much softer than what we are used to,” he replies. His voice is smooth and gentle, almost melodic.

Scad nods beside him, his slender fingers are still around the fork as he takes another bite. “But I miss more spice,” he adds honestly.

“More spice?” You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. When they nod in agreement, a smile spreads across your face. “Then we’ll have to try my favorite restaurant next time. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“I still feel guilty we didn’t bring some of our favorite dishes with us,” Talex says, a note of regret lacing his words. “But we weren’t sure it would be good for human digestion.”

You suppress a laugh, trying to maintain your polite demeanor. “It’s fine, really,” you assure him. From what they shared about their home planet and their culinary customs, the dishes sounded raw and rather... challenging for your human system. You imagine vibrant colors and strange textures that would likely send your stomach into a confused spiral.

Scad takes a sip of his drink, his expression brightening as he savors the wine. The tangy notes dance on his tongue, and you can see the delight in his large, dark eyes as he nods appreciatively after every sip. “We are curious about your spices,” he says, his voice smooth and melodic, carrying a hint of excitement. “What kinds of flavors do humans use usually?” He tilts his head slightly, his long limbs moving gracefully as he continues to eat, a picture of both elegance and curiosity.

"It depends on the country, really," you reply. “Each region has its own unique flavors and combinations. If you enjoy spices, you might find a lot of countries’ dishes intriguing."

“And the dessert?” Talex chimes in, his eyes widening with eager anticipation as he looks up from his plate. There’s an almost childlike excitement in his strange, alien-like expression, as if he is already envisioning the chocolate cake you mentioned a few days ago, despite the fact that he still has half of his steak left.

You can’t help but laugh. “It will come soon,” you assure him with a playful smile spreading across your face. “I promise, it’s worth the wait!”

Scad glances between you and Talex, a curious tilt to his head. “Is it… sweet?”

“Very sweet,” you reply, leaning in slightly as if sharing a delicious secret. “It’s rich and creamy, with layers of chocolate that just melt in your mouth. The texture is like velvet, and it’s often topped with a ganache that makes it even better.”

You already talked about it with Talex, and he found your human sweets and snacks really intriguing. While they enjoy tastes and meals are a significant part of their social life, the thought of eating just for fun and not for company or nutrients is strange. They don’t even have these kinds of sweet tastes where they come from, so you want to show them as much as you can while they are here.

Their stay on Earth has been without a hitch so far. The aliens are kind and polite, always eager to engage in whatever activities you suggest to show or teach them about your planet and its diverse creatures. In turn, they share fascinating stories about their home, too. They express their appreciation for the comfort and softness that Earth has to offer, especially considering that their own planet can be quite hostile. The harsh conditions there have shaped them, resulting in their armor-like skin you noticed immediately when you saw them the first time. You also discover that the differences between their males and females are strikingly minimal, limited mainly to their genitals and colors. Much like the diverse spices found on Earth, their males tend to be more colorful with vibrant hues and patterns. And while you might expect aliens from such a harsh planet to be rough themselves, they are surprisingly refined, especially in their appreciation of technology and art. They are advanced in both fields, which makes every visit to museums and galleries a delight for them. They seem genuinely fascinated by Earth’s creations, examining each piece with an almost childlike curiosity. The more you get to know them, the more ideas you gather about other places and experiences they might enjoy here.

"So," Scad says, breaking the monotone rumble of the car as he studies the brochure you gave him. "This is… music?"

"Yes," you reply, nodding as you turn your attention from the window and the passing city to look at him. "From what you've told me, our classical music is actually quite similar to what you play on your planet."

"Do they have chocolate cakes?" Talex asks, already guessing the answer when he glances at you and sees the smile spreading across your face.

"No," you tell him, chuckling. "But we can get some after the concert. There’s a popular café near my apartment that sells cakes too."

The younger of the two smiles and nods eagerly. "I can’t wait."

Ever since Talex first tried chocolate cake at the restaurant, he’s been a little obsessed with it, much to Scad’s surprise. Scad hadn’t taken to the cake himself, but you’re determined not to give up just yet. You are sure there’s a dessert out there that will suit his tastes, too, and you are ready to help him find it.

The city is alive and buzzing with nightlife. Vibrant lights and neon signs spill through the tinted car windows, casting colored reflections over the seats. The hum of traffic mingles with the steady rumble of the engine as you make your way through the crowded streets. It’s Friday night, and the sidewalks are filled with people. Some are heading home after a long day, while others are eager to unwind with friends, ready to keep the night going until sunrise.

When you arrive at the theater, long rows of people are already lined up, chatting and shuffling impatiently, eager to get inside. The chill in the air nips through your black dress and matching jacket, which do little to guard you against the cold.

Once inside, you are greeted by a rush of warmth. The tickets are still in your hands as you watch your companions take in the opulent interior. Talex’s gaze drifts upward, transfixed by the golden details that gleam under the grand chandelier hanging from the intricately painted ceiling. The bright light dances off polished surfaces, illuminating the marble pillars and casting soft reflections across the hall.

"Your architecture is amazing," he murmurs, still staring upward as you gently take his arm to guide him through the crowd. "Our buildings are more like what you call ‘modern.’"

Scad nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on the sweeping staircases and rich wood paneling. "Our buildings are efficient to build, but not nearly as satisfying to look at."

"Come then," you say with a smile, still holding onto Talex’s arm. "I think you’re going to enjoy tonight."

Guiding them through the bustling lobby, you lead them up to the gallery. Once there, they take in the grand view from above, where the entire stage and rows of seats below spread out. The soft murmur of the crowd blends with the faint tuning of instruments from behind the curtain, building an air of anticipation.

"Amazing," Talex sighs again, and you only smile.

The short wait, until the concert begins, passes with quiet conversation as they occasionally ask you questions, but mostly, they are captivated, taking everything in while you watch them with patience and some pride. Seeing their awe gives you a renewed appreciation for it all; each detail of the theater seems more delicate, more grandiose through their eyes.

When the thick, red curtain finally parts and the first notes resonate through the hall, a flutter of anticipation stirs in your stomach. You want them to enjoy this, to feel something new.

As the night unfolds and each melody follows the next, you notice them gradually relaxing against the plush red seats, becoming immersed in the experience. Their alien expressions are subtle and hard to read, but with each passing day, you’re getting better at interpreting the quiet, telling glances they exchange and the slight shifts in their posture.

By the time the concert ends, you can tell they enjoyed it without needing to ask. There’s a lightness in their steps and a glint of excitement in their eyes as you leave the bright hall of the theater and step into the vibrant, bustling street. The black car with your chauffeur for the night is already waiting, and it merges smoothly into the flow of traffic once you are all inside.

"So," you smile, glancing at them. "I take it you enjoyed the concert?"

"It was really fascinating," Scad replies thoughtfully. "Our instruments are quite similar, but more..." He trails off, searching for the right word that doesn’t seem to come.

"Modern," Talex offers, then makes a face, clearly dissatisfied. "Not quite the word, but…" he gives a small shrug as if words are too limited.

You nod with understanding. "I get it," you say warmly, appreciating their attempt to bridge the language gap.

"Can we come back again?" Scad asks, casting a last, lingering look over his shoulder at the theater as it fades from view with a left turn.

"Of course," you reply with a smile. "There are all kinds of concerts. We can look up the ones that might interest you the most."

"And now, can I get my cake?" Talex asks, a grin spreading across his face, his dark eyes bright with anticipation.

You chuckle and nod. "Yes, absolutely."

The café is still open and lively when you arrive, the warm air rich with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the hum of conversations and the clinking of cups.

"What should I try?" Scad asks, eyeing the display, while Talex’s choice is clear from the eager look on his face.

"Well, since chocolate isn’t your favorite but you like our fruits, maybe something with berries?" you suggest, gesturing to the colorful pastries.

Then, turning to Talex, you grin. "And for you, we have something called hot chocolate."

"Oh?" Talex hums, intrigued. "It’s not like coffee, is it?"

You laugh, recalling his reactions to coffee’s bitterness. "No, nothing like coffee."

"And you might like green tea," you say, glancing back at Scad with a knowing smile. "I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it."

There’s so much you want them to try, so many flavors and experiences to share. You almost worry you will give both yourself and them a bit of a whirlwind.

"I trust your choices," Scad replies with a nod, and Talex quickly mirrors him.

When you get your order and scan the busy café, you can’t help but sigh. There’s no way you’ll find a free table anytime soon.

"Sorry," the cashier says with an apologetic smile. You give a friendly nod, reassuring her with a smile of your own, and bid her goodbye before rejoining Scad and Talex, who have stayed out of the crowd’s way.

“There’s no space here,” you tell them, handing over their boxes with drinks and cakes. “But we could go up to my apartment if you’re interested,” you offer, then quickly add, “But you’re also welcome to head home if you’re tired. I’d understand.”

"No," Talex responds immediately, only to let out a small groan as Scad nudges him with an elbow, a gesture he’s picked up since coming to Earth.

"We don’t want to be a burden, Y/N," Scad says, looking almost bashful.

"Oh, no, not at all," you insist, shaking your head. "I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Come on, let’s go."

Your apartment is only a few minutes’ walk away, perched on the top floor with a lovely view over the city skyline. It’s nothing grand, but it’s cozy, and it’s home.

"I imagined something more... I’m not sure," Talex murmurs as he takes in the space with open curiosity. "You’re always so put together and professional, but your home is... soft and comfortable."

Scad nods in agreement. "And colorful."

Most of your furniture is secondhand, pieces you couldn’t resist picking up from flea markets or online listings. Colorful pictures and paintings fill the walls, lush plants soften the corners, and piles of blankets and pillows add texture to the couch and armchair.

“What is this?” Talex asks, pointing to a vintage birdcage hanging beside the TV.

You chuckle, feeling a bit sheepish. “It’s silly, I know. It’s an old birdcage, but I use it to hold my jewelry.”

“Birdcage?” Talex repeats, intrigued.

“People on Earth keep all kinds of animals as pets,” you explain with a smile. “But I don’t have a bird.”

“No?” Talex looks at you, flicking a necklace gently with his finger.

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t have time for a pet, and besides, I’d never keep a bird in that tiny cage.”

“It’s creative,” Talex nods thoughtfully, his face lighting up. “I like it.”

You laugh, pleased by his interest. “I’m glad you do.”

You spend the next hour gathered around your small dining table, chatting about everything from desserts to upcoming concerts as you browse tickets online.

“I think you’ll enjoy this one, too,” you murmur while confirming the order. “And how’s the chocolate?” you ask Talex, catching a glimpse of Scad as he rises from his seat to wander over to the window.

“It’s really good,” the younger alien replies with a hint of a smile. “But you already knew that.”

You laugh, barely hiding your satisfaction. “I had a feeling.”

Scad interrupts your banter, his voice thoughtful as he looks out at the city below. “Now I see why you chose this place.”

“Yeah,” you say, moving to stand beside him. The city is alive with people and traffic. Lights reflect off the glass buildings and stretch out into the night. “When I saw this view, I knew I’d want to see it every day.”

Scad turns his gaze back to you, his expression a mix of curiosity and admiration. “It’s beautiful. So much movement… so much life.”

“It’s easy to get lost in it. Sometimes, I find myself just watching the streets, the way people interact, how the city breathes.”

“It feels… different here. The energy is more vibrant than on our planet.”

Scad turns back to the window. "It’s lively… almost overwhelming.”

"It can be," you agree. "Is it so different where you come from?"

He nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on the scene outside. “It can be busy too, especially in our cities, but it’s not so vibrant. Now that we’ve started opening up to other planets, we’re seeing more species coming in, but nothing like this. All these creatures, and they can still coexist together.”

"I'm not even sure humans could survive on our planet," Talex speaks up from behind you, closer than you anticipated. "Your kind is so soft and vulnerable."

Before you can process the shift in the atmosphere, you feel the alien's hard chest pressing against your back. The sudden contact makes your breath hitch, yet it’s not enough to make you step away.

"We can be resilient too," you reply weakly, earning a chuckle from Scad.

"Hard to believe," he says, looking over you with an amused expression. There’s no malice in his words, so you don’t feel offended, even though an argument is ready to roll off your tongue. However, Talex’s long, slender fingers resting on your hips stop the train of your thoughts immediately.

"What are you doing?" you manage to ask, feeling your heart race.

"Humans are fascinating," Talex muses, his voice low and thoughtful, though it’s not the answer you wanted. "You are so fascinating."

Scad takes a step closer, his gaze locked onto you. "Soft."

You gulp, warmth flooding your chest and creeping up to your cheeks. "Yeah," you croak out. "You said that."

"And pliant," Talex adds, his breath warm against the crook of your neck, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. "And I'm really curious."

You know you shouldn’t ask, but the question slips out before you can stop yourself. "About what?"

Scad grins, a mischievous glint flickering in his large, black eyes. "Call it human anatomy."

The room feels charged, your heartbeat echoing in your ears as you try to gauge their intentions. There’s an intensity in the air, a palpable curiosity that you can’t ignore. The way they regard you sends your thoughts spiraling.

"What exactly do you want to know?"

Talex leans in slightly, his expression earnest yet playful. "How does your kind express affection? How do you communicate intimacy?"

Scad watches you closely as if assessing your reaction. "We’ve seen some of your gestures, hugs, kisses. But we want to understand more. What does it feel like?"

You take a breath, caught off guard by their candidness. "It’s… it’s a way to connect, to show trust and care," you explain, your voice steadying. "Humans often use touch to convey emotions."

"Touch," Talex repeats, his fingers brushing lightly against your hip as he absorbs your words. "Like this?"

His touch sends a shiver through you, igniting a mixture of warmth and uncertainty. "Yes, but it can mean different things depending on the context," you clarify, your heart racing. "It can be comforting, passionate, or even just friendly."

Scad tilts his head, contemplating your response. "And how do you know what kind of touch is appropriate?"

You pause, considering how to articulate the nuances of human interactions. "It depends on the relationship and the situation. You learn to read the signs; the body language, tone of voice, and the setting. It’s all part of understanding each other."

Talex's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "And is it always clear?"

"Not always," you admit. "Sometimes it can be complicated. Misunderstandings happen."

"It seems much easier for us," Talex says, his fingers still exploring the fabric of your dress. His touch is light and curious. "There are rules and customs to follow."

"We have those too," you tell him, struggling to keep your thoughts organized. "But it can get... confusing."

"Is it confusing now?" Scad asks, stepping even closer until you find yourself effectively trapped between their hard, lean bodies.

"Yes," you reply, your voice steady despite the rapid flutter of your heart.

"And how should we make it more obvious?" he asks, his hand reaching out to gently smooth over your jaw, his touch both tender and electrifying.

"It depends," you reply. "What do you want to make more obvious?"

"Our desire to get to know you more... intimately," he states, his tone steady as he maintains eye contact. The admission hangs in the air between you, charged with anticipation.

You swallow, the weight of his words sinking in. "Intimacy is a delicate thing," you say softly, feeling your heart race.

Talex nods behind you. "We will be really careful then." He reaches for the zipper of your dress, and with one smooth motion, he pulls it down. The tight fabric loosens around your body, and soon, pooling at your feet.

A shiver of surprise runs through you as the cool air brushes against your skin. You can feel your blood burning in your veins as the aliens look over you, letting their gaze linger on the soft curves of your body and the detailed lace of your underwear.

"Everyone looks like you?" Scad asks, his fingers slipping down your neck and across your collarbone.

"No," you tell them. "Some are softer, some are harder. There are no rules about how we should look." You pause, searching for the right words. "Humans come in all shapes, sizes, and styles."

"Softer?" Talex asks, his brow quirking with curiosity. "You seem soft enough."

You huff a laugh, caught slightly off guard. "Thanks?"

"You are welcome," the alien grins, his expression a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "So? What is next?"

Scad groans, exasperated. "Talex!"

"What? You are slow," Talex retorts with a smirk, clearly enjoying the banter.

You clear your throat, trying to regain some focus amid their playful bickering. "Well, sometimes people kiss."

Scad's interest piques.

"We do that too," Talex adds, his tone serious. "Though, I bet it feels different for you."

"Let’s see," Scad says, and before you can fully comprehend his words, he cups your cheeks with a gentle yet firm grip and leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

It's not the slow, tentative approach you had anticipated; no, it’s fast and intense. Scad’s lips move against yours with urgency, his mouth parting yours before you can process anything, his tongue slipping in to explore. The texture of his tongue is surprisingly rough, and his movements are demanding, taking much more than you are ready to give.

A breathless moment passes before Talex interrupts with a hint of impatience in his tone. "Now, me," he grunts, pulling you away from Scad's grasp to press his lips to yours.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Talex steals it away again. His kiss is just as fervent, if not more so. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, demanding your attention. You find yourself swept up in the intensity of the moment, feeling the heat radiating from both of them.

"Can I take these off?" Scad's voice breaks through the haze of your mind, and you have to force yourself to pull away from the kiss. Your lips feel warm and swollen, tingling from the intensity.

You know you should tell them no. You should stop this before it goes any further, but the heat of the moment is overwhelming. "Yes," you whisper, barely recognizing your own voice.

With surprising ease, the alien unclasp your bra. The delicate fabric falls away to the ground. A startled gasp escapes your lips as he pulls down your panties, too, the cool air rushing against your skin, followed immediately by the warmth of his hands gripping the softness of your ass.

"Wait," you squeak, instinctively turning to escape his touch, but instead, you inadvertently push yourself against Talex. The contact is electric, and you feel a rush of heat as your body presses against his.

"Fuck," Talex groans, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. His breath hitches as he feels your softness against his hard skin. "So soft."

The contrast between their bodies heightens your senses, and you can't help but feel a thrill at their reaction. The moment is charged with a mix of curiosity and longing, and you are caught in a whirlwind of sensations.

Talex's hands find their way to your waist, his fingers splaying out over your skin, grounding you in the overwhelming reality of the situation. You can feel the tension build as Scad watches intently, his gaze lingering on the two of you with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"We should-" you stammer, struggling to find your words as Talex's hands glide over your bare skin without pause. Scad's gaze feels like a tangible weight on you, burning with intensity. "We should sit down," you finally manage to say, hoping the suggestion will give you a moment to clear your mind.

"That's a great idea," Talex agrees, his tone laced with eagerness as he gently guides you toward the couch.

They move like predators, each step quick and graceful, their limbs fluid and poised in a way that feels both alien and mesmerizing. Their legs, so different from yours, move with elegance. The warm glow of the city lights filters through the window, casting a soft illumination over the room and highlighting every hard line of their bodies. The yellow light dances across their armor-like skin, accentuating the sleek contours and the vibrant colors that shift subtly with their movements.

They sit down at your sides, caging you between them once again.

"I want more kisses," Talex demands, cupping your jaw to turn your head so he can capture your lips once again. His kiss is insistent, a mix of urgency and longing, and your moan is muffled against him, vibrating through his chest as he swallows the soft sounds leaving your lips.

Meanwhile, Scad makes himself busy, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a tingling path of warmth that sends shivers down your spine until he reaches your breast. You can feel his curiosity as he gropes your soft flesh, exploring its weight with a gentle yet demanding touch. When he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his rough tongue over the sensitive bud, you squeak at the sudden sensation, the pleasure shocking you.

Talex pulls away briefly, peeking down at his friend with wide eyes of surprise, but it only takes a moment for him to follow suit. He pushes you back against the couch, claiming your other breast for himself. Your head falls back with a moan as they work roughly and impatiently on your sensitive flesh, their mouths moving in tandem, licking and sucking, igniting every nerve in your body.

The heat of their bodies pressed against you, combined with the dual sensations of their tongues on your nipples, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. Each flick of their tongues and each gentle bite only heightens your desire, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. You can hardly process the rush of sensations as they alternate between teasing and devouring, their fervor making it clear how much they crave you.

“Is it good?” Scad asks, his lips brushing over your nipple as he speaks. Your skin glistens with his saliva, and you can barely form a coherent thought.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, your voice airy and light, caught in the haze of pleasure.

“What else do you do?” he presses.

You can’t believe you are getting flustered even now, but the intensity of their attention has your cheeks burning. You nibble on your lip, feeling the softness swell from their kisses. A mix of embarrassment and excitement floods your senses.

“Well,” you stammer, trying to gather your thoughts. “There are other ways to be intimate… kissing, touching… exploring each other…” Your voice trails off. The heat in the room makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the warmth of their bodies pressed against you.

Scad's gaze sharpens, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “Show us,” he urges. “We want to learn.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding as you realize just how deep this exploration could go.

Slowly, you open your legs, feeling a rush of anticipation. The movement prompts Talex to tear himself away from your breast, and both aliens look down between your thighs with keen curiosity.

“Our females look different,” Scad remarks. His voice is laced with intrigue. “They are hard everywhere, protected by their skin.”

“Well,” you gulp, your heart racing as you watch Scad’s hand slip down your stomach, “we are not.”

Talex nods in understanding, his gaze locked on your exposed skin. Scad’s hand slides between your thighs, and a gasp escapes your lips when his fingers brush against your heat.

“Fuck,” Scad groans, his eyes widening as he feels your softness. “She is so soft.”

Without hesitation, Talex mirrors his friend’s movements, letting his rough fingertips glide across your wet folds. “Show us,” he says, his voice low and eager. “How do we make you feel good?”

“Okay,” you breathe out, your desire intensifying. You reach down to your pussy, your heart racing. “This is my clit,” you explain, circling the sensitive bud. “It’s really sensitive.”

Scad pushes your hand aside, eager to replicate your movements. “And this…” you continue, your voice growing shaky, “…is where a male puts his penis during… sex.”

Taking the lead, Talex lets his long, slender fingers slip inside you. “So warm,” he groans, astonished by your softness. “And you are so wet, too.”

“I’m curious,” Scad hums, his finger flicking your clit with gentle precision. “Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” you answer, the word bursting forth with urgency. “Please.”

Scad’s eyes light up with excitement as he positions himself between your thighs. You feel a shiver of anticipation course through you as he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just relax,” Talex encourages, watching intently, his fingers still moving within you. The sensations are overwhelming, leaving you dizzy.

Scad gently parts your folds with his fingers, and you gasp at the feeling of his touch. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as he brings his mouth closer to your core.

When his tongue finally makes contact, you arch your back. Scad’s movements are curious and eager, his tongue exploring your sensitive skin with a mix of caution and fervor. You can’t help but moan, the sound spilling from your lips as pleasure washes over you.

Talex watches intently, captivated by the sight before him. “Is it good?” he asks. There is a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yes,” you gasp, unable to contain your pleasure as Scad works expertly with his tongue, flicking and swirling in ways that leave you trembling. “It feels amazing.”

“Show us what else you like,” Talex urges, his fingers still moving inside your pussy.

With a nod, you guide Scad’s head, pressing him closer as you feel the tension building within you. “Right there,” you guide, your voice breathy and desperate.

The alien responds to your instructions, his tongue rubbing against your clit, teasing and licking with increasing pace. You feel the pressure in your core tighten, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

“Don’t stop,” you urge, your hands gripping the couch as you surrender to the sensations. “I’m so close.”

Talex watches you, mesmerized by the way your body reacts to Scad’s touch.

The combination of their attentions, Scad’s mouth, and Talex’s fingers, drives you to the edge. With a final, overwhelming wave of ecstasy, you cry out, your body trembling as you release. The world around you fades into bliss.

Scad pulls back, his mouth glistening and a satisfied grin spreading across his face. His black eyes glimmer with delight.

“How does she taste?” Talex asks, breaking the silence.

“Better than any cake,” Scad replies, licking his lips as if to savor the memory. A flutter of excitement dances in your stomach at their unabashed enthusiasm.

You scoff a breathy laugh. “Well, I’m glad I could provide some competition for dessert.”

“Competition? You’ve set a pretty high bar. I think I need a taste for myself.” Talex grins, his gaze intense as he shifts between your thighs, replacing Scad.

You can feel the tension re-borning in the air, electric and charged with anticipation. The aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through your body, but they are already ready to continue.

Before you can catch your breath, Scad captures your mouth in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating, as he thrusts into your mouth with a delicious urgency. Meanwhile, Talex’s mouth is busy between your thighs, slurping up your wetness with hunger. The sensations blend and swirl around you, making it hard to think straight.

The dual stimulation is dizzying; you can barely comprehend the delicious heat pooling in your core. Talex’s hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he feasts on you, his tongue dancing expertly over your sensitive folds. Each lick sends shivers up your spine, and you can’t help but moan against Scad’s mouth. Your body arches instinctively, craving more. Talex's warm breath against your skin mingles with the cool air of the room, heightening your awareness of every touch. His tongue flicks and swirls with a relentless need, driving you wild as he explores your softness and warmth.

"You're so responsive," Talex murmurs, glancing up at you with a wicked grin, his eyes dark with desire. "I could get used to this." The words send another thrill through you, igniting a deeper ache within.

"Me too," Scad hums, turning his attention to your breast once again. Your body arches instinctively toward Scad, craving the warmth of his mouth on your skin. His tongue flicks over your sensitive nipple, sending electric shivers coursing through you as he lavishes attention on your breasts. The combination of Talex’s relentless mouth between your thighs and Scad's eager lips has you on the brink of insanity. Your hands hold onto them desperately, tracing the hard lines of their bodies wherever you can reach them.

“Please,” you plead. “I need more.”

"I can give you more," Talex groans, his tone low and growly.

He shifts slightly between your legs, just enough for you to see the armor-like skin between his thick thighs stretching as his cock emerges from its sheath. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight. The tip of his length is more pointed than you are accustomed to, and a hard plate runs along the underside, adorned with ridges. There’s an undeniable elegance in the way the plate curves along his length, the hard texture highlighting the contours of his cock. Veins bulge beneath the softer parts of his skin, pulsating with an intensity that mirrors your own desire. The sight is both mesmerizing and intimidating.

“So different?” Scad asks, his lips popping softly as he releases your sensitive, swollen nipple with a teasing smirk.

You struggle to articulate your thoughts, your mind clouded. “Well,” you breathe, “it’s certainly… different.”

Talex's chest swells with pride at your words, and he shuffles closer. His tip brushes along your folds, prodding at your clit before teasingly slipping down to your achingly empty hole.

“Please,” you whisper again, your voice thick with desperation, and then you muster your strength to look at Scad. “Stand up on the couch.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “What?”

“Just do it,” you urge, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips even as your breath hitches at the feeling of Talex pushing inside you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

You can see the flicker of excitement in Scad’s eyes as he processes your words, his breath hitching at your offer. Without hesitation, he rises to his feet, the couch cushions sinking under his weight as he positions himself next to your head, his long, lean legs creating an enticing frame around you.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you reply, your gaze locking onto his, filled with playful challenge and seductive confidence. “Just relax and enjoy.”

With a deep thrust, Talex fills you completely. You can feel your drenched pussy clenching around his rigid length, fluttering and stretching as he pushes in inch by inch until your lungs burn because you don't remember how to breathe. You need several seconds to adjust around him and make yourself focus on Scad. You lean closer, your heart racing with anticipation. His cock stands proudly before you, glistening with arousal and impatience. You reach out, wrapping your fingers around him, feeling the warmth and firmness of his skin under your touch. The excitement of tasting him sends a thrill coursing through your veins, and with a sultry smile, you lean forward, your mouth parting in eager anticipation.

As you wrap your lips around Scad, you savor the heat and weight of him on your tongue. He gasps softly, shocked and delighted. The taste of him is unique, a mix of salt and something distinctly alien, igniting your senses and intensifying your desire. You can feel his body respond to your touch. His hips instinctively thrust forward as you take him deeper, coaxing low groans and snarls from his lips.

Talex watches with hunger, his movements inside you becoming more deliberate and forceful. Each grind of his hips drives you closer to the edge. “You’re incredible,” he grunts.

You bob your head, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip of Scad’s cock, teasing him as you pull back just enough to watch his reaction. His eyes are wide, filled with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. “You really are the most fascinating human,” he breathes, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you as he thrusts gently into your mouth. You can feel him growing bolder, responding to your encouragement, as he begins to take control, setting a rhythm that matches the urgency building between you and Talex.

With each press of Talex’s hips, you feel the delicious friction igniting your core, pushing you closer to that tantalizing high. You moan around Scad, and at the same time, your pussy tightens, sending shockwaves through both of them. You can see the pleasure etched on their faces.

“Just like that,” Scad encourages, his voice thick with lust. “You’re perfect.”

You can feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building in your stomach.

“Close,” Talex growls, his breaths heavy and labored as he quickens his pace, each thrust pushing you toward the brink. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

With a primal roar, Talex fills you deep one last time, hitting that sweet spot that sends you spiraling over the edge. You cry out around Scad, the sound vibrating through him, and the world explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Scad releases into your mouth, and Talex follows closely behind, leaving you gasping for breath. Your body trembles in the aftermath.

You collapse back onto the couch, panting, your body glowing with satisfaction and spent energy. Scad and Talex join you, their bodies warm and comforting beside yours, their breaths mingling with yours in the heavy air.

“That was… incredible,” you breathe, still reeling from the intensity of the experience.

"Definitely better than the chocolate cake," Talex grunts, followed by the groan of yours and Scad's.

#monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #monster fucker #terat0philliac #monster smut #sweet asks #alien romance #alien x human #alien fucker #alien boyfriend #alien smut

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letternotekisses · 8 months ago

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ok but saucy thoughts aside im talkin bout talon assistant reader genuinely being cute and silly with her agents:

Moira more often than not lets you eat your lunch in her lab provided that none of it comes in contact with her projects. She was hyper focused - her perfectly manicured nails holding still a tawny brown ball of fur, adorned with a baby pink button nose that sniffled the air hesitantly. You’d practically squealed when she raised a needle to the poor thing, and she quirked a brow when you hurried over to clutch the animal to your chest.

Moira appeared unimpressed with you. Her angular chin upturned as she peered down at you, baby talking the rabbit she had planned to test on. You looked up at her with eyes big and watery enough to rival the little creatures, and she sighed dramatically. The geneticist had a feeling that wrangling the critter out of your arms wouldn’t be so easy now that you’d seen what plans she had for it.

So that is how Lucky came to be. Despite Moira’s cold disposition, she enjoyed your company, and would like you to continue body doubling with her whilst she worked. The only way not to send you fleeing from her lab in tears, clutching the rabbit to your chest, was to keep it around. It has its own little space laden with toys and plush surfaces - a rather spoiled little animal.

Moira allowed the rabbit to stay, under the one condition that she name it. She’ll never tell you why, but she named the little guy Lucky because not only was he ‘lucky’ to avoid her experiments that day - he also gives you more excuses to come into her lab - and she feels ever so lucky for it.

Sombra finds unique methods to get your attention. She lurks around the base almost as well as Gabe does, but she’s not necessarily doing it to be broody. She can get greedy with your attention, so she finds ways to lure you off base so that she can have you all to herself for a little bit.

Sombra often hacks into Akande’s email to send you on faux errand runs, just for little things like coffee where she can swoop in for some quality time. And don’t worry, she pays for the dates and ensures you’re back on base by the time your break is finished.

Sombra also leaves little gifts where she thinks you might find them. Although, they’re never really that little. You’re always taken aback by new, expensive top-range electronics laden in purple ribbon on your desk. You know who leaves them, because they’re backed up with the best firewalls around and the display has a tiny purple skull on it.

Sometimes she just straight deposits thousands into your account. As a treat. Sombra only rolls her eyes when you try to decline the amount, flustered and telling her that it’s ’way too much’ but she honestly couldn’t care less. She’s perfectly able to spoil you and that’s exactly what she’ll do.

Reaper likes to play off that he doesn’t enjoy your company (he’s coping) but he’s also always skulking wherever you’ve been. You’re a bit of a yapper, especially when it’s early mornings in the Talon communal area, so he likes to sit and listen to you. If you stagger whilst talking because you think he isn’t listening, he’ll give you a stare so hard that you swear you can feel it through his mask. So you keep talking and his shoulders sag with contentment once more. (He now knows every single type of coffee you like, and you should expect a mysterious package of literally all of them in the kitchen next week.)

He’s a grump, and sulked for an entire week when you once changed your perfume. Reaper even went to lengths to shadow-step into your room to throw the new one out and replace it with a fresh bottle of your old one. It wasn’t cheap, but as long as you keep using it, he’s happy to buy them for you.

He’s also happy to scare off any of the overconfident Talon grunts who think you’re easy pickings. In fact, I’d say he takes great pleasure in showing those idiots who the pretty secretary belongs to. (He’s been doing this behind your back because he’s too edgy and emo to approach you directly and would rather trail you in the corridors like some sort of creep, but he means well.)

Reaper gets a little jealous over your attention from time to time, but with help from his unorthodox teammates (and you) he learns to share.

Amelie is slower to approach, but she’s all the more meaningful when she does. She may not be able to feel, but she more than just tolerates your company. She finds herself inviting you over for bottles of wine more often, showing you her manor and her dear guard hounds who’ve come to be much too gentle under your affections. Yet, she can’t find it in herself to blame you.

You show her simplicity in a blank and cold world - and soon enough her manor grows less full of cobwebs and vines, instead beaming with sunlight and the tiny succulents you’d gifted her with. You won’t replace Gerard, but Amelie still lets you dust off the weathered picture frames as if you’d been married together in this old house for years.

You help manage her hair, winding long and silky strands between your fingers, brushing against the elegant slope of her back. She welcomes your touch, despite the warm and cold contrast of your skin on hers.

Amelie craves the casual and domestic intimacy you provide her. She introduces you to self defence and gun wielding so you can take care of yourself without her, and you introduce her to reality tv and an absurd collection of coffee mugs. She would not take it any other way.

Sigma’s musings start small when he hears you humming a certain tune one day. It’s catchy, likely a pop song you’d heard on the radio whilst on your way to work, or maybe it was a song you’d been blasting in your bedroom the night before? He’d found himself picking up on it, unable to shake it until he’s humming it himself.

Eventually when you sit down with him for tea, he questions you about it, yet when you tell him the name of the song and he listens to it, he doesn’t necessarily feel the same pull.

The next week, when you’re passing by his lab in a hurry, heels clacking against the glossy wooden floor and papers flying in a trail behind you, he catches you humming another song. Another tune. He smiles softly to himself, picking up the documents you’d left behind.

Sigma realises then that the song wasn’t necessarily catchy enough to stick with him. He’d only picked them up because they reminded him of you.

Mauga is always excited to have you around. Sometimes he can be a bit much, but with two hearts he’s bound to have twice your energy. So that’s why he absolutely insists that you sit on his back whilst he does pushups. No matter what you weigh he’s not gonna break a sweat, so you might as-well relax on his back while he works out, instead of wasting precious quality time you could have together.

He’d suggested that you sit on other things too, but you’d smacked his bicep hard enough that the muscle rippled and he got the message to behave. You were still sore from the last time he said that.

Mauga also is a big cuddler, meaning, if you’re doing something he doesn’t deem as important, you’re being quite literally swept off your feet and dumped onto a soft surface like a wet kitten. Where he then hauls you onto his chest and squishes your face into his bicep, unfortunately for you, two hearts means he runs WARM. And you’re out like a light in less than 10. Smug bastard.

Big dude loves to show you off, too. Takes you back to some of his old haunts (pays for all of your drinks) and puts a song he knows you like on the jukebox. Sure, the night ends in a bar fight, a back-alley fuck and the worst take out you’ve had in your life, but would you have it any other way? Absolutely-fuckin-not.

And finally, the big boss of them all, Akande. Who’s satisfied with the knowledge that each of his subordinates treat you well and good, but knows he holds the ultimate claim. He holds the golden chain of your leash.

He treats you softly, like a well pampered pet all trussed up in the finest materials around. But it’s not always money with him. Sure, Akande has it, and he’s gonna flaunt it, maybe stuff a few bills in your panties when you least expect it but he also knows you’re not just a pretty face. Both he and his top agents have become adjusted to you in their lives, morale is high, people have improved.

You’re here to stay, and it’s only locked into place when he awakes one morning, your legs are tangled underneath satin sheets, and you’re drooling on his bare chest. He laughs - a deep rumble that shakes his chest and has you groaning at him to stop moving in a sweet, sleep addled mumble. You even give him a little kick under the covers.

Akande makes sure you’ll never want nor need again, and he’s sure that his team feel the same way about this odd, sweet assistant that stumbled into their lives.

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fiftysevenacademics · 5 months ago

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How slutty is his ponytail?

Rating men's ponytails in wuxia/xianxia I've seen. Part 1. Part 2.

Zhang Chulan (I Am Nobody) 0/10

This is the most ridiculous, unslutty ponytail ever invented. It's almost as if a hairdresser enjoyed humiliating him. But this is how his grandpa did it when he was little, and maybe he keeps it that way to remind him of his yeye. If Zhang Chulan ever wants to lose his virginity, he's got to lose that ponytail first.

Gong Ziyu (My Journey to You) 1/10

Given that the first scene we see him in, he's chilling with a woman in a brothel, this guy really should have a sluttier ponytail than he does. His anemic, prissy little spout tells us he really does watch porn for the plot.

Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor) 1/10

This man cannot stop abusing himself, whether it's pounding poisoned nails into his body or deliberately choosing to wear this hairstyle, even when he's got the sluttiest man in the jianghu in his bed. If I were Wen Kexing, I'd hold him down and take a pair of shears to this mop and make him start from scratch.

Jiang Xiaoyu (Handsome Siblings) 2/10

This childish, bouncy, and unique little side pony is practically a character in its own right but not a very slutty one. It does suit his overly confident character, though, and could be sluttier if he would lose that god-awful fringe.

Gong Shangjue (My Journey to You) 3/10

Gege's no-frills ponytail and sturdy, angular guan want us to know that he is a dangerous man capable of violence and cruelty. Hot? Yes. Slutty? No. (Didi Gong Yuanzhi doesn't wear a true ponytail, so he's not rated.)

Murong Jinghe (Kill Me Love Me) 3/10

Like Gong Shangjue but with a more dramatic guan with a bigger hairpin to show that he's got a big dick and probably likes to fuck nasty. (I didn't finish watching this show, so maybe this isn't his best ponytail look.)

Lan Wangji (The Untamed) 4/10

Hanguang Jun's ponytail is as repressed by that ornate guan as his libido is by the Lan Clan's 3,000 rules. His ponytail screams "I am not a slut!" so loudly that it's a case of "methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Zhuo Yichen (Fangs of Fortune) 5/10

Zhuo Yichen is like a xianxia Mona Lisa. His ponytail is the equivalent of her suggestive little smile. Even when he's being brutally choked and his face stepped on, it still looks neat and tidy, like a painting.

Jin Xiaobao and Zongzhen Huaien (Meet You at the Blossom) 6/10

Canoncially slutty, Jin Xiaobao flaunts and tosses his hair and his golden guan and ribbon are an important part of the plot. His hair always looks like he just rolled out of someone's bed because he probably did. Huaien wears his ponytail in a more menacing manner and is kind of a dick about Xiaobao's hair ornament gift but in the end they agree that gays should have slutty hair.

#i am nobody #the untamed #word of honor #fangs of fortune #my journey to you #cdrama #mjty #myatb #slutty wuxia ponytails #my stuff

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wayslidecool · 1 year ago

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arabic numerals ranked from worst to best by their potential as the lens in new year's glasses

#10: Seven (7)

seven is a very awkward number for a lot of things, and new year's glasses are no exception. its weird angular shape leaves no opening to put a lens in, and unlike the next entry, it's too wide to comfortably squeeze between lens in the second and fourth digits. and the impressive thing about 7 is that this is a number with plenty of writing variations, and yet i can't think of a single one that makes it an efficient lens! sorry 7. i think you're the best number for a rating scale, but that's about it.

#9: One (1)

the 2010s were a rough time for new year's glasses, huh? coming off the high of the 1990s and 2000s, people were determined to make the 2010s work, but that's a tall fucking order. the saving grace of 1, and the reason it's above 7, is that it's skinny enough that you can slide it between numbers and use the fourth digit of the year as the lens, but the fact you have to resort to that is only further evidence of how much 1 sucks at being the lens.

#8: Two (2)

two is definitely a tier above the previous two entries. it's an interesting and versatile enough shape that you can mess with it to try and make a viable spot for a lens, what with the upper loop and lower angle, but i feel no matter what you try, you always gotta make some concessions. like, you have enough to work with that a talented enough designer can make something that works, but usually the result is more "functional" than "good".

#7: Four (4)

now we're getting into numbers that could actually make for passable lenses. i mean, check it out! we have a closed loop here and everything, that has GOT to count for something! what makes me put four relatively low on the list is that with its right-triangle shape, i can't imagine it being a very comfortable shape for a lens, especially with how much ends up sticking out and downwards. still, a vast improvement over the previous three entries, even if it's basically just a worse 9.

#6: Five (5)

i feel like depending on what you prioritize in new year's glasses, these next two entries could end up going below the previous one, but personally, i think the not-closed round loop feels like a more practical spot for a lens than 4's closed-but-angular loop, y'know? so what if the loop isn't closed, it still mostly surrounds your eye, and feels generally passable to me. this is a number that wouldn't inspire the idea for new year's glasses, but certainly works now that the idea has been established.

#5: Three (3)

three is basically the same thing as 5, and i could even see some people putting it below 5, since 5's loop is a bit closer to being closed than either of 3's loops. that being said, 3's dual-loop is ultimately what gives it the edge to me. it ends up feeling more versatile to me. i feel the bottom loop is generally the correct choice, but just having the option of the top loop as well really helps it out. either way, after suffering through the 2010s and 2020s, i expect the 2030s to be a welcome breath of fresh air.

#4: Nine (9)

now we're getting to the really good ones. i mean, the 1990s are when the trend of new year's glasses started! if this number was good enough to kickstart the trend, then clearly it's a good number to put the lens in. having a closed round loop really goes a long way, it turns out! what puts 9 below the next three entries is the tail. having that swoop down towards your face feels like it'd be a bit uncomfortable, and this issue doesn't crop up with the next three entries. still, 9 is a trailblazer and its place in the New Year's Glasses Metagame needs to be respected.

#3: Six (6)

if 9's only issue is the tail getting all up in your face, then what better way to solve that then just turning it upside-down? it might just be me, put having it brush up against your forehead feels much, much less intrusive than having it brush up against your face. and plus, it can give the impression of a raised eyebrow! bonus! the 2030s-2050s are going to be a refreshing breath of fresh air following the awful new year's glasses of the 2010s and 2020s, but the 2060s are going to be a true new year's glasses renaissance.

#2: Eight (8)

hey, so remember how i put 3 above 5 since i felt the double loop made it a bit more versatile? well now imagine that, but both loops are closed. 8 makes for such a good lens, it's a little surprising we didn't see new year's glasses in the 1980s (i'm guessing having two of the same number is more inspiring than two different numbers?) either way, eight isn't content to give you just one closed loop. it'll give you a second closed loop right above. (or below!) 8 is a versatile number with many options, and i hope i can live to see the day we see it in new year's glasses. a true stand out in its field.

#1: Zero (0)

still, even with all the good years ahead, it's hard to ignore the fact that the best years are sadly behind us, with the 2000s being the absolute pinnacle of new year's glasses design. i mean, come on. a single loop with no frills is basically what glasses designs default to already, so using the middle two zeroes as the lens for glasses? impeccable design. the 1990s were good enough to kickstart the trend, but the 2000s were good enough to make us want to brute force the 2010s and 2020s. if that's not the mark of a good design, i don't know what is.

sadly, it's likely we'll never see design this good again. the next year with the middle two digits being two zeroes is 3000, and while we might be able to execute double-zero designs at the turn of each century, they'll end up looking weirdly lopsided in the process. i believe humans are hubristic enough to try and brute-force bad decades, but multiple bad centuries? forget about it.

oh well. happy new year

#happy new year

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a-little-lostmoon · 11 months ago

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some LU headshots in my style for personal reference. subject to change bc drawing consistently is a bitch but overall i think i’m happy w them! (ignore the comic/writing idea in the upper right corner it may or may not be made into a full think idk yet—)

typed notes for each lu member + a little extra below cut

wild—

oval eyes

rounder oval ((ish)) face

amber earrings

healed scarring

androgynous

i tried to reference the boys’ canonical character models to individualize their features more. i love botw and totk sm but personally i’m not the hugest fan of the way the characters look for it? even so, i think the rounder sort of eye shape works really well for my wild

his colors specifically i drew to be a bit more sunset kissed/orangeish bc i was referencing a wild photo in which the time was sunset. thats abt it. but i think it’s really pretty on him so i’m probably just keeping that whenever i draw wild

warriors—

cheek bones/jawline

rounder ears

pointy eyes ((eyeliner that could stab a person))

cheek scar bc i felt like it

i stole away some of wars’ side fringes, forgive me i couldn’t decide whether i wanted them to cover up his jawline and chickened out. if anyone actually read the comic thing you’ll see smth abt the old man and wars talking abt how his hair parted to the other side of his face during the war. i made it to ‘vent my frustrations’ bc i drew his hair part referencing HW photos of link instead of LU wars and it’s now become my headcanon.

his hair color is vivid bc HW color pallet is pretty damn vivid and his eyes & earrings are a deeper blue to match his scarf. color coordination!

anw he’s a pretty boy so i made him pretty — that’s pretty much the rest i have to say abt that

time—

tired eyes

longest ears

(slight) rbf

both time & legend have half circle/oval eyes ((kind of. at least that’s what i tried to go for to give them a more worn/serious look))

i’m not the best with differentiating ages. i tried to make him look a bit more worn/oldest but i also wanted all of them to still carry some of that classic pretty boy link look. don’t have much else to say but he has the longest/angular ears bc fairy boy. let’s pretend four’s don’t look longer than his i drew him later and forgot

twilight—

<-takes more features from malon ((who i haven’t drawn yet so you don’t have any reference on that))

pretty boy face (wasn’t intentional but it is what it is)

twilight princess link is v pretty. twilights usually one of the more rugged (for lack of a better term) looking ones bc he’s among the taller ones/apart of the “adult” squad but i accidentally made him very pretty looking. oops. don’t know if that will remain consistent for him if i draw him more so we shall see

him and time share less features than i might’ve wanted? you can see a bit of time’s jaw in the way his face curves but overall they don’t share many features. again, he takes more after malon. but their hair textures are incredibly similar if that means anything

gave him jade studs bc they reminded him of midna and are practical enough that he can just keep them in the whole time (bc he will lose them or forget abt them if he takes them off)

sky—

rounder face

big eyes

lips

big ears

his hair color was a bitch to get right im not sorry i had to say it color is so hard to work with. in any case! skyward sword link has bigger looking eyes cus of the style and i just ran w that. his earrings are magenta to match sun’s dress but look red when the light catches them right (or wrong ig bc they look red in dim light too) just bc i realized his earrings were red to match his outfit/crimson.

sky and the next three (everyone sans wind) probly look the least off their character models

legend—

oval iris

full rbf

multiple piercings ((this is important for u to know))

longer narrow face & features

boy’s a strawberry blond bc i said so. and also legend purple eyes propaganda. i don’t know where exactly that originated but like i love it and im on board. he also has purple stud earrings he always keeps in — curious, isn’t it. he probably has more than i gave him but well, thats all i gave him. it gets the picture across. hc that legend realized he couldn’t get more fingers for his rings but he could get more piercings that could handle jewelry that did almost exactly the same thing. practicality!

also i couldn’t decide on legend’s hair length. its all hidden by that hat of his so i just… didn’t draw the back half portion of his hair. does that make my legend bald at the back of his head? you decide.

hyrule—

wide face narrow chin

freckles!!!

bigger earlobes

the earlobes is me projecting /hj but i tried to reference the og link’s face shape for him which idk if i like yet. he has freckles and more accent colors in his hair and eyes which is a subtle thing but a sorta maybe reference to his fairy magic. no piercings for him! i forgot them/didnt see them on og link and can’t really imagine when hyrule would ever get the time to pierce them so he and wind can do that together eventually to bond. legend will do it probly — he obviously has the experience and wild can’t be trusted (offered to pierce winds ears with a knife canonically)

wind—

big eyes

void eyes

big ears but rounder than skys

soft face

fluffy hair

wind’s 100 yard stare *does* things to the chain but none of them tell him that because he’d definitely use it to freak people out. i couldnt decide between going lighter sun bleached hair wind or bright blinding yellow toon link hair so i kind of meshed them together to create that. tried to make him the youngest looking

four—

symmetrical angles ((and then i drew a polygon quadrilateral bc thats the shape i used as a reference)) for cheeks and eyes

minish feather ((earring))

minish ears & nose

hime bangs

yk the picture of a minish that comes up when googled? thats what i used as a reference for his features. ears specifically, nose somewhat. four’s eyes are usually the greyish hazel color you get from mixing all of their colors together but i liked the split look for this piece more. his hair color is also wind’s but inverted so wind’s lights are four’s highlights and his darks make up the brunt of the base color as a slight reference to how it’s occasionally theorized/hc that wind is four’s descendant.

and the hime bangs were bc i wanted a little more “link side fringe” variation and i thought the sort of straight cut looked nice. hime bangs are not the right term tho bc he parts them to the side and doesn’t have that straight cut on his forehead but i’m too lazy to fight the correct term

— thank u for reading, go hydrate and eat if you have not <3

#linked universe #lu #link #loz #legend of zelda #lu wild #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #lu sky #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu four #four looks cursed without his headband i apologize for that

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🍓Synastry Astro Observations🍓

(Cause I haven't been active for three months)

🍓Regardless of the sign a planet is in, it is important to check the aspects it makes to other planets. This is especially the case for synastry charts and readings as aspects create an activation that can enhance, block or overturn the energy of said planets.

🍓People with Sun conjunct Sun aspect are very competitive with one another. This is usually exasperated when one or both have this aspect in a Fire house.

🍓Natives with Mars squaring others Neptune are usually challenging people realities. For the Mars native, the Neptune person is usually a cause of drama or someone that is petty or inauthentic. The Mars person can easily see through the Neptune person facade. However positively, the Neptune person can soothe the Mars native, despite their defensiveness. For the Neptune native on the other hand, this could be a relationship where the Mars person helps them overcome and outgrow harmful cycles, or actualize their dreams. Worst case, the Mars person is very harmful to the Neptune native mental health and psyche. They could be an abuser of sorts.

🍓Mercury trine Mars are people that can help each other process things and brainstorm as they work very well with one another balancing ideas and workload. This is the dream team for any project.

🍓People with their MC in square aspect to your Sun might feel embarrassed to be seen with you in public. Best case they prefer to be more personal and private with you, bringing you into their personal space and away from their outer persona.

🍓Personally, I have found that the predominance of Squares usually only works in context of friendship rather than in romance, sex or family. Although it could create conflict between personalities, when done right, it can signify support, companionship or even someone that'll be instrumental in helping you break out of toxic patterns or elevate into a higher level and field.

🍓MC square MC is an indication of having drama or a falling out publicly.

🍓Lunar Nodes in aspect to your personal planets have a strong effect on you, although it would be temporary. Meanwhile, someone Nodes in your angular houses (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th) will play a big role in your life. This is would be particularly true if they're in aspect to your Ascendant/Descendant/IC/MC.

🍓Aspects between Venus and Venus create more harmony and attraction than positive aspects between Mars and Venus/ Mars and Mars.

🍓Jupiter conjunct Saturn are two sides of the same coin. They're two people with the same ideals and principles yet they approach and practice them differently.

🍓Even though it is not "official" or as widely done, but I give great importance to the compatibility between the houses in synastry, regardless of the planets present. Since the houses are a reflection of our life map, it can help us better understand our similarities and differences, plus our possible standpoints.

🍓When looking over synastry with a parent, take a good look at the aspects made by their Saturn and Chiron to your personal placements. Chiron in specific can show where/what they unleash or heal their trauma through you.

🍓Mars opposition Saturn is a high indication of a relationship being described as a "Cold War".

🍓Having Chiron and/or Pluto conjunct someone inner planets means you're are here to serve them karma or bring them justice.

🍓Ascendant conjunct Venus creates a very beautiful pairing. Whether it's romantic or platonic, this pair accentuate one another's beauty.

🍓Check the aspects your Neptune makes to the other person. The planets aspected indicate where do you overlook traits, paint a false picture, or what are you in denial about regrading the person. This works in terms of justifying behavior, making up a connection, and possibly lying on or magnifying "bad traits" in others that don't exist. It also goes the other way around.

🍓The placement of someone's Moon in your houses can summarize their emotional state towards you or what they find in common with you on a deeper level. For example:

Someone's Moon in your 1st house can be a person that feels endowed or in awe of your appearance (especially when their Moon is inconjunction with your Ascendant). You may carry yourself in a way that they relate to or deeply desire. This person may also be someone that shares superficial feelings of you or thinks that you're shallow. Possible jealousy.

Someone's Moon in your 2nd house is a sign of codependence, specifically of the Moon native towards you. Since the 2nd house rules resources and self esteem, this person may require a lot from you, and might be a bit too comfortable taking things from you. You yourself may also enable this behavior and don't see a problem with it. In some cases, this could be a person that is emotionally supportive and reinforcing of your own worth. In contrast, this could be someone that creates blockages and hinders your material growth.

Someone's Moon in your 3rd house will be a person that you feel very comfortable talking to. This can be someone you find out that they're from the same hometown as you or have lived/is living in your childhood neighborhood. A potential life long roomie. An indication of a nurturing or "motherly" way of communicating with one another.

Someone's Moon in your 10th is similar to that of the 1st, in that the Moon person would be either in awe or jealous of you. In this house, this is exhibited overtly. This person could be your biggest cheerleader or biggest hater. Something about you succeeding (or even failing) affects them deeply. It's likely that this person won't have your best interest at heart and may use associating with you as a way to gain fame or monetary wealth. In positive cases, this person could be a confidant in professional environments.

🍓People that have more than two planets in your water houses (4th, 8t, 12th) will have a profound effect on you for the rest of this lifetime. These houses are not only related to our deeper selves and private life, but they're also karmic. Our relationship with such people is much more darker and intimate, showing hidden aspects of ourselves that we may not be aware of. Being around them may be draining as those relationships can feel like a blood oath, to say the least. Particularly for the 12th, this person can unravel you in the best (and worst) ways possible. As the house of hidden enemies, this person might be harmful to you in an unforeseen ways. If both of you share planets in these houses then it's an indication of trauma bonding.

🍓A person with their natal Mars in your 8th house can be someone oddly provoking. Its giving "why do I even like you?". These are not the people you usually find attractive yet they have a strange hold on you. They're your forbidden fruit.

🍓Aspects made to the ascendent can explain ones first impression of another. For example, Venus in aspect to the ascendent describes a sense of intrigue and attraction based off of desire (Opposition), envy (Square), resonance (Conjunct), belonging (Trine), or curiosity (Sextile).

Bye Ugly xoxo

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mobmaxime · 8 months ago

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#Advanced Dependency Injection Techniques Angular #Angular Dependency Injection #Angular Dependency Injection Best Practices #Dependency Injection in Angular #Optimizing Dependency Injection Angular #top angular development company

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whencyclopedia · 5 months ago

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Etruscan Pottery

Etruscan Pottery, produced over five centuries, was nothing if not varied. Indigenous wares such as the glossy black bucchero were made alongside red- and black-figure pottery imitating, yet modifying those produced in the Greek world. Geometric, floral, figure, and narrative decorations were appreciated and adapted from the Near East and Ionia, with even foreign potters and artists themselves settling in the cities of Etruria, such was the demand from the Etruscans for fine pottery for everyday use, at special banquets, and as offerings to their gods and dead. Pottery was also the material of choice for figure sculpture, best seen on the lids of large funerary urns, and as decoration for buildings in the form of statues and decorative plaques. Besides what they have left us of their own work, the Etruscans, great collectors of fine pottery that they were, have secured for posterity some of the finest Greek vases ever made and which now star in the collections of museums worldwide.

Villanovan Pottery

The Villanovan culture was a precursor to the more developed Etruscan civilization during the Iron Age in central Italy from c. 1000 to c. 750 BCE. In this period pottery was made by hand, not on the wheel, and used clay containing impurities of mica or stone which was fired at a low temperature producing relatively primitive wares. This type of pottery, known as impasto, was used to make bowls, storage jars, cooking pots, cups, and braziers. By the end of the 8th century BCE, potters had managed to improve the quality of impasto through long practice and refinement of technique.

Villanovan cemeteries contain burials of cremated remains in urns which are biconical (two vases with one smaller one acting as a lid for the other) and often carry simple incised decoration of geometric patterns, whirls, and swastikas, or even simple human 'stick' figures. Some urns have metal strips applied as decoration using lead or tin. One rarer type of urn, instead of a ceramic lid, has a bronze helmet on top with an impressive angular crest and embossed decoration.

Another common form where terracotta was used was the production of small models of houses, made to contain the ashes of the deceased. Perhaps imitating real architecture, these have decoration on the exterior walls of geometric patterns and an aperture above the door for releasing smoke. They also have roof decorations, probably imitating the terracotta additions which became so typical in later Etruscan architecture.

#History #6th-centuryBCE #7thcenturyBCE #7th #WHE #[#]

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servantofthefates · 2 years ago

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How to Tell Someone’s Physical Appearance with Tarot Cards

It is the simplest thing. You only have to look at your cards and describe what you see.

The Empress

Male or female, this person has soft, long, flowy hair. It could be naturally wavy, or straight but styled with waves. Color is medium to light. Anything from dark blonde to medium brown or light auburn. Facial structure is soft. Heart-shaped to triangular, but the jawline is more gentle than angular. Tall and fit, but not to the point of having an athletic build. Looks like a Libra.

Ten of Wands

This person stands at below the average height. Around 5'7" for men and 5'1" for women. He or she is on the bulky side, but muscular instead of fat. Hair is light to dark blonde. Best features are the arms, but the legs are a close second. This person has a practical fashion sense. The fabrics they wear will be high-quality, but the clothes themselves will not be too showy. Like a Taurus.

Ace of Swords

With the crown and the leaves adorning the sword, this person likes to wear accessories. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets. Like the sword, he or she has good posture, always standing or sitting straight. One can tell from the hand that this person is strong and muscular. The length of the sword speaks of average height. For a man, around 5'8" to 5'10". For a woman, around 5'3 to 5'5".

Try it with your own deck. 🌹

#Tarot #Tarot tips #Witch tips #Divination #servantofthefates #Witchblr #Tarot meanings #All About Tarot

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electrozeistyking · 11 months ago

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Hi, I really like making little personalized references for characters I like when I get into things! I do this to figure out how I wanna draw them, and is a recent-ish development that I haven’t done a lot, but I really like character design and thinking about them! So I made some for Siffrin. How fun!

DO NOTE THAT THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR LATER PARTS OF THE GAME. I did obviously tag it as such for the sake of others and it will be further down, but I figured I’d still warn you just in case. <:3

Now, without further ado, here’s “reference one!”

I’m personally gonna be using this in conjunction with Siffrin’s actual reference sheet (which I refer to as “notes” in mine!!) to make sure he look his best! I also wanted to make sure they’re “in line with canon,” yet still in my style and in a way I can be proud of.

Which isn’t that hard, since I’m usually always proud of my own work. I just like my own stuff. <:3

Due to the brim of his hat allegedly being bean-shaped (teehee), I thought it’d be fun if I carried that over to his torso/body. It’s not noticeable with a cloak in the way, nor when Siffrin’s standing straight up. Basically, the bean shape would only be revealed in certain poses.

(Coming up with that also made me say “Whoops! All beans!” out loud about Siffrin, btw.)

Additionally, I like giving characters is their own set of fangs. One character I draw has a gap between them and the rest of their teeth, one has prominent ones to make them more cat like on purpose — and for Siffrin, I decided to give them rounded ones.

I usually make fangs razor sharp, because I really like big ol chompers like that, so them being round is definitely a very unique thing for Siffrin to have. Well, at least at first.

I’m also a really big fan of certain design elements sticking around after something wild happens to characters… which brings us to “reference two.”

Well, if you’re not gonna be able to find any good references for this version of Siffrin, you might as well make your own, right??

The major thing I wanted to do with this Siffrin was to have him still feel like himself, but also give him somewhat of a unique design in comparison — by playing up elements I noticed during this scene.

Making this Siffrin feel as giant as they are was important to me. I went ahead and made their hat, face, hair and cloak longer. Made their shoulders broader, had them hunch over so they’d practically loom over everyone. Trying to appear smaller while still being an obstacle. Wanting everyone to stay here. Wanting their family.

I noticed that a lot of Siffrin’s hair seemed a lot more angular here, so I felt it crucial to use those shapes, but going a couple steps further and using them for his face as well… primarily his mouth and chin, of course. Which meant replacing those rounded fangs I gave him with a full set of sharper ones.

(I also wanted them to look like they’re too big for Siffrin’s mouth, so two of them — well, four? — will always peek out/fall past their lower lip. It’s like their teeth are not a comfortable fit whatsoever and it makes talking feel weird, but they manage.)

(They stick around after Siffrin “reverts back” or whatever we’re calling it. He never gets his round fangs back, but at least the ones he has now serve as a reminder that he got to the end. Might take some getting used to, though.)

(I also tried making their brows look a bit more angular? Can’t tell if they really come across that way.)

ANYWAY, I THINK I SHOULD STOP HAHAHA. I could go on and on all day, but I got other things to do and I think I’ve already explained enough! Just know that I get a kick out of putting love and care into character thoughts and designs. <:3

#in stars and time #in stars and time fanart #in stars and time spoilers #in stars and time siffrin #isat #isat fanart #isat siffrin #isat spoilers #siffrin #zeisty’s in betweens #character thoughts #headcanons maybe??#i was gonna make a jab at how siffrin looks like a sonic the hedgehog character in that first ref #but coming from the guy whose first two contributions to isat was siffrin in sonic adventure poses #and who is also a sonic fan working on a particular fancomic #i think that would’ve been too ironic. or self aware? idk. just felt outta place #either way yeah. i draw really big hands and stompers and i think it’s due to me being a fan of sonic the hedgehog #also yeah! this is mainly for me but if anyone else wants to use these (especially that last ref bc I know there isn’t a canon one)#absolutely feel free! heck even let me know when you do! i think that’d be fun!#i think siffrin would make at least one pun involving the new sharper fangs. maybe even more than that

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goblinontour · 7 months ago

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A Pair Of Wine Lips

he fucks you better than your husband

warnings: smut, piv, boobjob, cheating, me going on about him being hung for way too long

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You had too much on your plate. And your hands. Quite literally. Phone, drink, takeout bag, other bags, his bag, your bag — what else? You wouldn’t have been carrying all of it on your own if he hadn’t gotten that “very important” work call.

How important could anything be when it came down to a sales assistant — excuse you, “brand ambassador.” And on a Saturday, no less. Important enough, apparently, for your husband to dump every single bag onto you so he could pace around with his phone pressed to his ear, his free hand gesturing wildly in the air. You’d watched him weave in circles on the pavement, tracking his steps back and forth, while the bags dug into your palms. It had been somewhere around ten minutes of this, and by the look of his hand waving, he wasn’t wrapping up anytime soon.

You’d noticed a flower stand nearby, a cart spilling over with reds and yellows, snapdragons and sunflowers in makeshift buckets. Figured it’d be the best distraction you could get until he finished. If only he could last that long in other places, you muttered, smirking to yourself. As you inched toward the stand, teetering under the weight of the bags, you managed to tilt your head over a bundle of roses, trying to take in a bit of their perfume — but the carefully balanced stack in your arms wobbled, then tipped, spilling everything in a heap on the sidewalk.

“Need a hand?” came a voice — low, thick like honey, with a lilt of something you couldn’t quite place. You glanced up, and there he was, leaning down to pick up the scattered bags, easy as anything.

He had this buzz cut, a close-cropped edge that somehow suited him perfectly, revealing the shape of his cheekbones, sharp and angular, and his jawline, defined enough to look almost sculpted. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but the way he moved, so deliberate, so steady, made you feel like he could see right through you even with them on. And the irony wasn’t lost on you, because rain was clearly on the way — the clouds rolling in were practically swallowing the afternoon light, dimming the street around you. But there he was, standing beside you in the gloom, hair buzzed close, shades on, wearing a jacket that looked soft enough to sink into.

“Here you go.” he said, holding out the bags he’d picked up, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. There was a care in his movements, a gentleness that made you feel seen for the first time all day, maybe all week. His gaze dropped to the bags you still held, and for a moment, his hand lingered, steadying your grip as he passed the last one over.

“Thanks.” you managed, finally finding your voice. It was awkward, catching your husband’s voice on the periphery, still barking into the phone, oblivious to everything. “Sorry- I didn’t mean to dump this all out at your feet.”

“Oh, no trouble.” His voice was warm, and he lingered for a second, as if you were someone worth staying a little longer for. He pulled a pen from the inside pocket of his jacket, clicking it with his thumb. You watched, dazed, as he leaned in and wrote his number on the paper bag you were clutching. Gliding black ink. His fingers brushed yours, light as a whisper.

“There.” he murmured, tilting his head just slightly, like he was looking over his sunglasses at you, reading you. “If you ever need a hand with anything else.”

Your mouth went dry, your heart fluttering beneath your ribs. For a moment, you were caught in a spell, in the warmth of his voice and the glint of that hidden gaze. You didn’t mention your husband, and he didn’t ask. Instead, he just smiled — a slow, knowing smile that left you weak on the spot. He turned, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he went, but not before glancing back over his shoulder one last time.

And with that, he left you there, bags in hand, a number scrawled across the paper, and a spark of something kindled deep inside you.

This should have been a forget it situation. The kind of thing you crumple up and toss in the trash of your mind, like an impulse you’d never act on. But you held onto that bag. And when you got home, you carefully transferred his number from the crinkled paper to your phone, fingers trembling just a little as you typed it in. For days, you let it sit there, an unnamed contact, glinting back at you whenever you scrolled past.

Why were you even thinking of calling him? Was it just for a bit of attention? Or were you just…a bad woman? But you had a feeling that he liked bad women, and the thought made your stomach flip, an electric thrill you hadn’t felt in a long time. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew that call was going to happen eventually.

When you finally pressed “call” your heart hammered, every nerve in your body suddenly alive. You’d barely registered the dial tone when he picked up, the sound of his voice rough, catching you off-guard.

“Hello?”

For a second, you froze. You hadn’t been ready to speak, let alone with him on the other end, sounding like that.

“Hi, stranger. Did I…wake you?” You heard yourself, chipper, a bit too eager, and it threw you for a second. But it felt good to play this game.

“Oh, you…” His voice softened at the recognition. “Hello, you.”

He coughed, a scratchy, lazy sound that somehow made your pulse quicken. You pictured him rolling over, stretching an arm across rumpled sheets.

“Would it make me seem like a bad person if I was asleep at 3 in the afternoon?” he asked, voice thick with sleep, laced with a smirk you could hear even through the line.

“Would it make me a bad person if I woke you up?” you shot back, matching his tone. It felt dangerous, that little exchange, and thrilling. You liked the way it felt on your tongue.

“I don’t mind.”

A quiet hung between you, a silence that stretched, strangely intimate. It wasn’t the kind of silence that demanded filling, but it tugged at you all the same. You heard him shift. You couldn’t help but imagine him lying there, head nestled into the pillow, dark eyes half-lidded in the dimness of his room.

“You need your knight in shining armour again?” a tease laced with just enough of a challenge to make your heart beat faster.

“What?” It went over your head for a second, the memory of your last encounter washing over you. “Oh…I suppose I do.” you murmured, leaning into the words, letting them linger between you.

“Alex, by the way.” he said, his tone low and amused. “I think we didn’t get to introductions last time.”

You told him your name, almost shyly. He whispered it back, like he was memorising it, tasting each syllable.

Alex had taken you to dinner before he took you to his place. True to form, he insisted on paying, playing the gentleman with an ease that you found unexpectedly charming. You didn’t mind it — not even a little. There was something delicious about letting him take the lead, about letting yourself be wined and dined for once. You hadn’t felt this light, this seen, in so long. You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed it.

The wine had continued long after the restaurant, past the quiet walk to his door, until you found yourself settled comfortably into the worn-in corner of his couch. You thought about looking around, about taking in the details of his place — the books on the shelves, the art on the walls — but you decided to let him reveal himself, to find him through him, in what he chose to share. Letting him unfold on his own terms.

“Nice little place you’ve got.” you said with a half-smile, leaning back as he turned from the kitchen, wine bottle in hand.

“Little?” He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye as he looked you over, cutting through the wine-softened haze you were in.

“I didn’t mean-” you stammered, flustered by the look he gave you, by how sharply it sliced through the comfortable lull between you. But before you could say more, he stepped forward, placing the glass back in your hand, his fingers brushing yours. Your hand tightened instinctively around the stem as you felt a quiet shiver ripple down your spine.

“Nothing’s little over ’ere.” he murmured, wrapped in that smoky accent, daring. He hovered for a second, watching the blush creep up your cheeks, and leaned back with a smirk that made your stomach twist.

You managed a breathless laugh, feeling the heat rise in you, and took a long sip from your glass, grateful for the way the wine let you hide a bit behind the glass. He settled onto the couch beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, the air between you thickening with every inch he took closer.

“I can assure you.” he added, his eyes flickering over you as he unbuttoned another button of his white shirt. You couldn’t help but look, your eyes trailing over the hollow of his throat, the bare stretch of his collarbone and the hint of a lean chest beneath the fabric. His skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat just barely glistening in the low light, like he was feeling the same kind of heat you were.

It felt like a test, like he was asking you something without saying a word.

You debated holding back, feeling that fluttering urge to play coy, to tease this out longer. But in the end, you knew it’d be a waste of time — for both of you. This moment felt inevitable, like the two of you had been moving toward it since the second you locked eyes at that flower stand. So you gave in, shifting forward and swinging your leg over his lap, settling over him. Your hand pressed against his chest. The glasses in your hands bumped together, spilling a few drops of wine between you, but neither of you cared.

His hands moved instinctively to your waist, fingers splayed against your sides. “You wanna make sure?” he murmured, the barest smirk at the edge of his lips. “Shouldn’t make big claims if you’re not ready for an over-check.”

“And you’re ready?” you asked.

“I’m ready.”

His words went straight through you. You wanted to eat him whole, to devour every look, every unspoken invitation he was offering you. A boldness welled up inside you as you tilted the glass in your hand, spilling the last of the wine down the front of his shirt, watching the deep red stain bloom across the white fabric.

He gasped, an exaggerated look of mock offense crossing his face, followed by a playful scoff. “Well, guess you need to take it off.” you whispered, leaning closer so he could feel your breath against his cheek.

“Oh, you guess so?” he shot back, eyes narrowing with a kind of wild mischief that made your pulse race.

“Yeah.” you murmured, lips barely an inch from his. His hands tightened on your waist, drawing you closer, pulling you against him until your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Yeah.” he echoed.

And then his lips were on yours, warm and insistent. His mouth moved, his hand pressing against the small of your back to draw you closer. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of his wine-stained shirt as his tongue swept against yours, tasting the culprit on your breath. He was all heat and tension, the rough warmth of his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, grazing your skin as his mouth pressed harder against yours.

He was impatient, his hands everywhere, tugging, reaching, wanting, while your body moved against his, heat pooling between you. His fingers tangled through the layers of fabric between you, pulling insistently until they finally found its way to your breast, his touch rough, his hot warm against your skin. He was hot. Everything was hot.

“You’re so hot.” he murmured against your neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there, and the vibration of his voice made your spine arch, hips grinding over his with a mind of their own.

“Thanks.” you whispered back, breathless, tilting your head to give him more access as he trailed his mouth up your jawline, each kiss more urgent than the last.

“You’re welcome.” he breathed, pulling back just long enough to grip your shirt and give it a tug. The buttons popped, scattering across the couch, hunger and awe.

He was nothing if not dramatic. “Sorry.” he said, voice low, as his hands splayed across your bare skin. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine. We’re even now.” You ran your fingers over his chest, feeling the tight muscle beneath his shirt as your hips shifted again, pressing down over the hard shape of him through his jeans.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He smirked, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, hands slipping around to your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you feel his strength. “You did insult my size.”

“Of the house.”

“Which is a reflection of the owner, isn’t it?” His hands skimmed down your back, pressing your body closer against him, until you could feel every inch of him. “I won’t let myself be littled.”

“Fine.” you murmured. You could already feel him — not little — and your cheeks flushed at the thought, your body thrumming as his hands roamed over your bare back, the tension in his body a barely-contained force under your hands.

He tilted his head, capturing your lips in another kiss, his mouth soft, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. Your bodies moved in a slow, pulsing rhythm, building heat. You pressed down harder, the rough fabric of his jeans a friction that made your pulse quicken, and he groaned, a low, ragged sound that told you he was feeling it, too. His fingers tightened on your hips, guiding you into a slow grind, pushing you both to the edge of restraint.

He had you turned around so easily. You’d managed to open his shirt, your fingers grazing the warmth of his skin underneath, but you hadn’t gotten it off yet, hadn’t seen the full strength in his arms — but you could feel it now with his chest pressed to your back. The way he gripped you, his fingers digging in just enough to make your skin tingle, told you everything you needed to know. His thighs tensed beneath you, solid.

“You gonna let the little one in tonight?” he murmured, his accent curling around each word.

“Yeah.” you breathed out, barely recognizing your own voice. You pushed yourself up, enough to slip your pants and underwear down, letting them fall to your ankles. Before you could even fully settle, his arms came around you, pulling you back down, holding you tightly. He thrust up, needy, leaving no space between you. A slick warmth spread and you felt the wetness you were leaving on him, a messy streak over the front of his jeans. He let out a low, rough chuckle.

“Makin’ a mess on all my clothes.” he said.

“You don’t mind.” you whispered, leaning closer.

His hands gripped your waist tighter. “I really don’t.” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. He held you, hands roaming over your skin, lingering in places that made you ache, made you want to pull him closer until there was nothing left at all.

“Let the little one speak.” you teased, a challenge, enough to spark that glint in his eye.

You felt the subtle tug of a zipper, the quiet sound as he slid it down. His boxers shifted, and you felt him, hard and hot against you, the head of him nudging right at your entrance. He kept one hand around your throat, not tight, but enough to hold your gaze with his own, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

“Don’t peek.” he warned, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, even as his breathing grew shallow, betraying the restraint he was barely holding onto.

“I won’t.” you whispered, licking a trail up to his ear. “Don’t wanna ruin the surprise.”

In a seamless motion, he thrust up as he pulled you down, guiding you onto him. The feeling was deep. That was the only thing that came to you. Intense, leaving you breathless, and you could barely contain the gasp that escaped your lips. He filled you completely, and the pressure was perfect, a slow, steady stretch that made every nerve in your body hum.

He was big – you’d known – but it was more than you’d imagined. He fit inside you with an ease that felt both unexpected and inevitable, as though your body had been waiting for this exact moment. His tip brushed against that perfect spot almost instantly, sending a jolt through you, and you couldn’t help but cling to him, hands reaching back and nails digging into his shoulders as you let yourself sink onto him.

He didn’t move, holding you there, just as you were, letting you adjust, his hand still wrapped loosely around your throat, the other trailing down your front. You could feel every subtle shift of his body, every little twitch and throb, each one setting off sparks that made you ache for more. He leaned forward, his breath warm against your ear, his lips brushing just beneath it as he whispered, “Ready?”

In response, you shifted your hips, pressing yourself harder against him, feeling every inch, letting the heat build until he finally started to move. His rhythm was slow, almost torturous, but each thrust drove him deeper, making you gasp as he hit that spot again and again. It was a blur of heat and urgency, neither of you willing to let down, driven by a shared hunger that was finally spilling over.

His hands gripped the backs of your knees, spreading you open as he thrust harder, a ferocity starting to spill into every movement, and you were clutching onto him like he was the only solid thing keeping you grounded. His shirt was still hanging off his shoulders, half-buttoned and wrinkled, and you’d barely managed to slip out of your own clothes, but none of it mattered.

“Fuck, yeah.” he groaned, his voice rough, watching you. His eyes flicked between your face and your body, watching the way your breasts bounced right under his nose, the way you arched into him, utterly lost in the rhythm he was setting. You could barely hold his stare, making you feel almost vulnerable in its rawness.

“Yeah.” you moaned, barely able to get the word out as he buried himself deeper, hips moving in a relentless rhythm that left you gasping. The sounds filled the room, each moan, each breath layering over the other, building like the heat pooling between you. It became a question of who could be louder, your voices blending, overlapping, neither of you wanting to let the other win, each new sound spurring him to thrust harder, to make you scream his name.

“God, you’re gonna ruin me.” he muttered, voice half-lost in the strain of holding himself back. His fingers tightened around your legs.

“You’re already ruined.” you managed to tease back.

That made him smirk even as his eyes darkened. He let out a low, strained laugh, each word rough as he ground out, “Say that again when you’re the one begging me to stop.”

You moved your hand between you, fingers finding your clit, and you watched his eyes narrow as he caught what you were doing. “Fuck- wanna come on your tits.” he breathed, his voice thick and almost pleading. His hips stuttered for a second, the strain clear in the tight line of his jaw as he tried to focus, his gaze drifting down to where your fingers moved.

“You don’t mind if I help myself then.” you said, arching a little under him, every stroke pushing you closer to the release you could feel hovering just out of reach.

“Help yourself?” he repeated, a low murmur that made your stomach flip. He leaned down, bringing his face close to yours, his hand moving to your throat again, thumb brushing against your jaw as he smirked. “Go on, then. Show me how much you want it.”

You moaned, barely able to hold his stare as your fingers moved faster. His hand tightened around your throat. He watched, captivated, his hips moving slower, more purposeful, every thrust drawing out the tension, letting it build until it was almost unbearable. “You look so good.” he whispered. “Fuck- you’re gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Alex- fuck- so close…”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Not so little now, huh?”

It was too much. Your body tightened, every muscle tensing as you reached that peak, pleasure washing over you, clenching around him, completely undone. He felt it, felt every shudder, every spasm as you came, his hands tightening around you. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

He kept moving, thrusting deep and slow, riding out your release, every inch of him coaxing a new tremor from you, drawing it out until you were left gasping, completely undone in his arms. He held you close, his own breath coming in ragged pants as he tried to keep control, his hands roaming over your chest.

“You made a mess of me.” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with a hint of amusement as he looked down at the slick stain between you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But I guess I can forgive you.”

“Forgive me?” you managed to whisper, barely catching your breath, a teasing smile forming as you tilted your head.

“I think you owe me.”

“Do I?” you turned in his arms, lips brushing against his ear. “Then let’s see if we can make it even.”

“Get down, will ya?” he murmured. He ran his thumb along his length, stroking himself slowly, keeping just enough control to hold back until you’d settled yourself between his thighs.

The way he looked in that moment felt almost unreal — like something straight out of a daydream you didn’t know you’d had. His jeans were pooled around his ankles, his legs spread open and relaxed as he sat back, his thighs taut and flexing with each movement. His shirt, still half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from everything you’d just done, hung loose on his shoulders, almost slipping off entirely, but not quite. A light sheen of sweat clung to his collarbone. One hand was behind his head, fingers running over his hair as he watched you, that smug, satisfied look on his face only deepening as he took in the sight.

“Down here for me, yeah?” You shifted on your knees, glancing up, and he reached forward, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip. “You look so good like this.” he said. “Think you can take care of me, love?”

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips as you let your hand slide up his thigh, feeling the heat radiating off him, your fingers brushing over the pulse beating against his skin. “What do you want?” You reached up, brushing his hand aside with a soft, “Let me.” You took hold of him, your hand curling around his length, feeling him twitch at your touch, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he spread them wider.

He let out a shaky breath, that cocky smirk fading slightly as you stroked him. He was trying, but he wasn’t fooling you — his chest was heaving.

“Or do you just want to watch?” you teased, arching an eyebrow as you pushed your chest up against him. You saw his jaw clench, his hand flexing on the back of his head as he kept his gaze on you, unwilling to look away.

“Whatever you’ll let me do.” he mumbled, as though you’d taken the breath out of him. “Think I could watch you like this for hours.” His eyes were fixed on you, but you could see the strain in his expression, the way his lips parted as his breaths came faster. “But you’re making it hard to last much longer.”

You hugged his cock between your breasts, the warmth of his skin against you making your own heartbeat quicken. You pushed them together, creating a perfect channel just for him, your skin soft and warm as you began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had him on edge immediately.

His head almost tipped back as the sensation washed over him, but he forced himself to look down, to drink it in. The hand that had been propping his head now drifted to his neck, fingers brushing over his own collar, as if needing to feel something to keep from slipping under. He looked undone.

“God…fuck…look at you.” he groaned, the sound deep and guttural. His hips bucked slightly, unable to stay still, his eyes fixed on you with a hunger that made your own need flare again. “You look…you look fucking perfect, you know that?”

You smiled up at him, giving him a teasing squeeze with your chest, which drew a low moan from his lips. His hands gripped his own thighs, fingers digging in as he watched you, every torturous movement you made.

“You like that?” you whispered, leaning forward just enough to tease your tongue along the head of his cock, tasting him briefly before letting him fall back between your breasts.

“Like it? I- fuck- yeah, I do.” he muttered, his voice rough and full of heat. “But…think I’m close…so close, love. Keep going…” His hand gripped the back of his neck again, muscles flexing as he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second before he forced them open, unwilling to miss a single moment.

“Good.” you murmured, hugging him tighter between your breasts.

His head tilted back. “God, that’s good.” he breathed, barely able to get the words out. “So fucking good.”

Your pace quickened, and you could feel the way he was straining, every muscle in his body tensing as he got closer. You looked up at him, catching his gaze, and whispered, “You wanna come all over me, don’t you?”

The sound that left him was half a groan, half a laugh, his hand flexing on the back of his head as he tried to keep his composure. “You’re killin’ me, love.” he muttered, his accent coming out thicker. “Think you know exactly what I want.”

You pressed tighter, moving with just enough friction, watching as his breathing turned shallow, his gaze flicking down to where you held him, to the way you kept him close.

“God, just like that…” he muttered, voice breaking as his body shuddered. “Don’t stop.”

And then, with one more deliberate squeeze, one more slow, torturous stroke, he let go and came undone. His hips jerked, and his head tipped back, eyes closing as a rough, broken moan spilled from his lips. Warmth splashed across your chest, painting your skin as he came, each pulse wracking his body, leaving him shuddering above you.

“Fuckkk-” he groaned, the word dragged out as he rode the last waves of his release. His body was taut, his hand falling from his neck to grip the couch beside him as he came down, breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. He looked utterly wrecked, blissed out, his gaze soft as he finally opened his eyes and looked down at you, at the evidence of his desire smeared across your skin.

“Fuck me…” he murmured, voice still rough as he watched the way his cum streaked over your chest, down to your stomach. He smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he ran a thumb over your cheek, brushing away a stray streak that had landed there. “Guess I owe you one hell of a clean-up, don’t I?”

You lifted your eyes to meet his, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. “Worth it?” you asked.

His lips curled, his touch moving along your jaw, soft and appreciative. “More than you could know.” he murmured, his voice warm and low. His eyes followed the path he traced, utterly transfixed by you.

The steam from the shower curled through the small bathroom, fogging the mirror as you stood there in his towel — too big for you, wrapping you in his scent and the lingering heat. You adjusted it, tucking the corner more securely across your chest, your fingers trembling slightly, though not from the chill.

From the bed, his voice carried easily into the bathroom. “You staying?” It was casual, almost lazy, but there was an edge of something more, a thread of curiosity tugging at the question.

You glanced up into the mirror, catching sight of him reflected in the glass. He was sprawled on the bed, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, legs spread wide like he owned the space and everything in it. Because, well, he did. One arm was tucked behind his head, his bicep flexing slightly, while the other lay across his stomach, fingers tracing aimless patterns on his skin and his eyes — half-lidded but sharp — were locked on you.

God, he was a beautiful man.

You hesitated for half a second before walking over, your feet sticking against the floor as you approached the bed. The cool sheets pressed against your skin as you adjusted yourself beside him. “Do you want me to stay?” you asked, your voice light but tinged with genuine curiosity.

He propped himself up on one elbow, tilted his head, studying you, looking you over with a smile that bordered on smug. “I wouldn’t be opposed.” he said, patting the space next to him.

“I can stay.” you said softly, climbing onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. You settled beside him, your towel clinging precariously to your body. He rolled onto his side to face you, his legs stretching out, the towel draping low on his hips, leaving very little to the imagination.

But it was his next words that made the air between you shift.

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his fingers reached out, brushing against your arm. And then, with a soft hum, he said it “Won’t be a problem with your husband?”

Your body stiffened, his words hitting you like a jolt. What?

“What?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was suddenly pounding.

He didn’t falter. If anything, he seemed amused, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He gave you a small, almost apologetic shrug, but the smirk on his face didn’t fade. “You’ve got a tan line,” he said casually, nodding toward your hand, “right around where a ring would’ve been. Figured you’d have a husband or…fiancé? Someone, at least.”

Your mouth opened and closed, the shock rendering you momentarily speechless. “You- what?”

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that only irritated you more in the moment. “Why are you surprised I noticed that?” he asked, propping his head up with his hand, watching you like he was thoroughly enjoying your discomfort. “I just fucked your brains out, love. You really thought I wouldn’t notice the details?” He raised a brow, still smirking. “Am I wrong?” His voice was calm, teasing almost, but the sharpness of his eyes told you he was reading you, piecing you together.

Your cheeks burned, and you sat up, pulling the towel tighter around you like it could somehow shield you from the weight of his gaze. “I- It’s not like that.” you said, the words tumbling out too quickly, too defensive.

“Oh?” He was clearly not letting you off the hook. “So what’s it like, then?”

You scrambled for an explanation, something that didn’t make you sound like the exact mess you were. “I’m…I didn’t think it was something you’d pick up on.” you said finally, the words feeling clunky in your mouth. “Most men aren’t that observant.”

Alex chuckled softly. “I’m not most men.” he said. “Come on, don’t get shy on me now. I’m just curious. What’s the story?” he prompted.

You bit your lip, glancing away, unsure how much to say. But you knew he wouldn’t let it go — not with that curiosity dancing in his eyes. “There’s not much to tell.” you started, shrugging. “I’m married. Things…they aren’t great.”

He nodded slowly, his thumb idly brushing against your knee, oddly comforting. “Not great enough to explain why you’re here?”

You met his gaze, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s complicated.”

He hummed, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. “Complicated enough for you to slip that ring off before you came out today?” You didn’t respond. “Complicated.” he echoed, the word rolling off his tongue like it amused him. He didn’t press you further, though, instead leaning back against the pillows, his arms stretching above his head in a way that made his muscles flex just enough to distract you. “Fair enough.” he said after a beat. “I’m not judging, you know.”

“You’re not?” you asked, your voice sceptical.

He shrugged, the movement casual. “Not really my place to, is it? You’re here, aren’t you?” He smirked, his gaze dropping to your chest where his towel clung, barely keeping you covered. “Guess I just find it interesting…all those little things people don’t say.”

You didn’t respond, but he didn’t seem to expect you to. Instead, he leaned over, his hand trailing along your arm again, his touch soft now, almost comforting. “Look,” he said, his voice quieter, less teasing, “I’m not trying to make this a big thing. Just thought I’d say it, that’s all.”

“You’re really observant, huh?”

He grinned, but it wasn’t cocky — just knowing. “I like details. Like how you tried to act like this was just a bit of fun, but I can tell you’ve been starving for this. For someone to actually see you.”

You blinked, his words hitting closer to home than you wanted to admit. “Alex…”

He shook his head gently, sitting up now, the towel slipping lower, giving you a better view of his toned stomach. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m just saying…I get it.” His voice softened, and the shift in his tone made you look at him fully. “Sometimes things go stale. People stop paying attention. And then there’s someone who notices you’re wearing a towel that’s too big because it’s mine.”

You laughed softly despite yourself, the tension easing just a little. “You’re good at this.”

“At what?” he asked, leaning closer, his hand sliding up to your thigh.

“At making it seem like you don’t care about what you’re asking…but you actually do.”

His smirk widened, and he tilted his head as if conceding your point. “Maybe I do. But only because you’re interesting.” His voice dropped a little, his hand squeezing your thigh lightly. “And you’re beautiful. And I don’t think you hear that enough.”

Your breath hitched, his words catching you off guard. The way he looked at you felt disarming. “You don’t even know me.” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

“Maybe not,” he admitted, “but I know enough. Enough to know you’re not staying here because you’re scared of me. Or because this is just a distraction.” He shifted closer, his other hand brushing a stray hair from your face. “You’re staying because, for once, you want something for yourself.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you hated how close he was to the truth. “You think you know me that well?”

“I think I know what it’s like to want more.” he said, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “And I think you do too.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the vulnerability creeping in again. “This isn’t…I don’t want you to think-”

“I don’t think anything.” he cut in gently, his hand slipping to your chin, tilting your face toward him. “I just want you to be here. No expectations. No questions. Just…stay.”

Your lips parted, the words caught in your throat as his gaze locked onto yours, warm and inviting and patient. And for the first time in a long time, you felt seen. Really seen. Without judgment, without assumptions. Just for who you were in that moment.

His words hung between you for a moment, and then he tilted his head again, a softer smile spreading on his lips. “You staying or not?” he asked again, his voice gentler this time.

You exhaled, letting yourself relax just enough to meet his gaze. “I’m staying.” you said firmly, settling back down beside him.

“Good.” he murmured, rolling closer, his hand slipping around your waist as he pulled you against him. “I’d have had to convince you otherwise.”

a/n: Initially wanted this to be more moody but it turned out like this, I guess it's better. And boobjob. And bald Alex. I think I want to start a little series after this, and I want to write it all, or at least the first few parts before I start posting it. It's not gonna be as long as mr turner or once upon a time were (and I mean the length of the individual parts, they'll probably be shorter, I'm not sure exactly yet). So far I'm thinking 6 parts because there are 6 pictures I want to use as the covers, that's what I'm going off of.

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner smut #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #goblinontour

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