#IT'S SO ALEX CORE IT HURTS

[eggyolkguzzler]

mod do u have a voice claim for alex

Walk with me for a moment.

[hugsandchaos]

Real quick, I just want to say that Danny Phantom only being seen during ghost fights is a little funny because imagine there being this ghost kid in your town defending everyone and himself from other ghosts who are almost always bigger than him, but as soon as he notices someone nearby or someone tries to talk to him, he vanishes and runs away. A lot of people think he had social anxiety or something when he was alive, or maybe he’s scared of humans because of ghost hunters, so most people don’t go looking for him.

One day a kid decides to leave a note at a park. The note was for Phantom, thanking him for saving a relative of the kid’s. To everyone’s surprise, Phantom leaves a reply for the next day. Here’s an example.

To Phantom,

Thank you so so so so so much for saving my dad today!!! I was so scared that he was going to get really really hurt, but you saved him!!! Mom and dad both say you don’t like talking to people because there are bad people who want to hurt you, so I’m leaving you this note! I hope you see it! Oh, and my mom and dad say thanks too!! I hope you have an amazing day and stay safe from the bad people!!

From Alex

To Alex,

Your very welcome! Honestly, I was scared your dad was going to get hurt too, but I’m glad to hear he’s doing well now. It’s true, there are bad people, but I’m happy that there are also good people who appreciate me trying to help. Thank you for not trying to find me and instead leaving the note. I appreciate it! Hope you have a great day too!

P.S. Would you mind keeping this letter between you and your parents please? Reading this really warmed my heart core, but I really don’t want to suddenly have a ton of notes all over the park. I might be so busy trying to reply, I probably won’t get any sleep. And yes, some ghosts do need sleep.

From Phantom

[its-avalon-08]

Hi, I’m writing to ask if you could write a Daniel Ricciardo x reader story. (I know very well that this isn’t the right time since we’re all devastated because of his departure), but I’ve had this story in my mind for a long time. It’s a pretty serious subject, but I’d like to know how Daniel and the other drivers would react when they discover that a team principal (I have no idea who) is accused of sexual harassment, etc. And how he would react to finding out that his girlfriend, the reader, is one of the complainants and that she hid it from him.

thanks love

as the world crumbles (dr3)

✦ pairing - daniel ricciardo x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, sexual harassment

The atmosphere in the paddock was tense, much tenser than usual. News traveled fast, but this—this was different. Rumors had been swirling for hours, but when the official statement came out, the paddock fell into a stunned silence.

Mattias Verner, the team principal of a mid-field F1 team, had been accused of sexual harassment by multiple women on his team. It was the kind of scandal that shook the sport to its core. No one had seen it coming.

Lando Norris was the first to speak up, leaning against the side of the McLaren garage, his expression one of disbelief. “Is this for real?” He looked around at the other drivers who had gathered, his eyes wide with shock. “I mean… Verner?”

George Russell shook his head, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a mixture of anger and discomfort. “I’ve heard things before, you know. Like whispers. But I didn’t think…” He trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

"Yeah, but whispers don’t always mean something, mate." Alex Albon frowned, his face pale. "But this? It’s in the statement. There are names. Women from the team."

Max was silent, his face set in a deep frown as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. “Bastard deserves whatever’s coming to him,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenched. The usual cold determination in his eyes was now replaced with something darker. “People like him shouldn’t be anywhere near the sport.”

Carlos shook his head, running a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face. "I don’t get how no one knew. How did this stay hidden for so long?" He glanced around at the other drivers, as if hoping someone had an answer.

Pierre , sitting on a crate, tapped his foot anxiously. “People like that… they’re always careful. They make sure no one notices until it’s too late.”

Lewis , who had just arrived, listened quietly before finally speaking. "It’s disgusting. He abused his power. Makes me sick." His voice was low, simmering with barely contained anger. "We need to do better. As a sport, as a community. These women—" He paused, shaking his head. "They trusted him, and he betrayed them."

The drivers all nodded in agreement, but there was a deep discomfort in the air. They were used to competing against each other, fighting for the championship, pushing themselves and their cars to the limit. But this—this wasn’t about racing. This was about something far more personal, something far more sinister.

Charles Leclerc looked around, his brow furrowed. “Do we know who the women are? I mean, do they want us to support them publicly or keep quiet until the investigation finishes?”

Lando sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “From what I’ve heard, some of the names are out there. But I don’t know all of them. It’s… sensitive.”

Daniel Ricciardo, who had been standing off to the side, unusually quiet, felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The whole situation disgusted him. The idea that someone so high up in the sport could abuse their position like that made his blood boil. "Whoever they are," he said, his voice low, "we have to have their backs. They’re part of this paddock, just like us."

The others nodded in agreement, but a heavy silence fell over the group again. They were all thinking the same thing—Who was involved? Who had been hurt? And why hadn’t they noticed anything sooner?

Lance Stroll spoke up hesitantly. “I can’t believe it’s taken this long for something to come out. I mean… if it’s true—”

“If?” Max interrupted sharply, his eyes flashing with anger. “You don’t think this many women are lying, do you?”

Lance held up his hands defensively. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant… it’s hard to wrap your head around. That someone we’ve seen for years could be—” He trailed off, shaking his head.

Esteban Ocon, who had been mostly quiet, finally said, “It’s hard to accept, but we have to. These women deserve to be believed. And Verner… if it’s true, he’s finished. No way back from this.”

The drivers exchanged looks, all of them sharing a silent understanding. This wasn’t just another scandal that would be brushed under the rug. This was something that would change the sport forever.

Daniel stayed quiet for a moment longer, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. But there was something gnawing at him, something he couldn’t quite shake. The whole situation felt too close, too personal. And then, almost as if the thought had struck him like a punch to the gut, his eyes widened slightly.

He looked over at Lando, who was still talking with George, his words fading into the background. But Daniel’s focus had shifted entirely.

"Y/N," he muttered under his breath, his heart suddenly racing. She worked in the paddock. She knew people. She was in those circles, always professional, always around the team principals and engineers.

His stomach twisted into knots.

Without another word, Daniel turned on his heel and started walking briskly toward the McLaren garage. He had to find her. He had to know if she was okay. And more importantly—he had to make sure she hadn’t been hurt.

Because if she had… if that bastard had hurt her in any way—

Daniel’s hands clenched into fists as he marched through the paddock, his mind spinning with fear and fury.

His phone buzzed, pulling him from the murmurs of his fellow drivers. It was a message from Y/N:

"We need to talk. Now."

He stared at the message for a moment, a strange heaviness settling over him. He stood up abruptly, not bothering to excuse himself as he walked out of the room. He found Y/N waiting for him near the motorhome, her face pale and her hands trembling slightly as she clenched them together.

"Dan," she began softly, her voice shaky. "I… I need to tell you something."

His chest tightened as he saw the fear in her eyes. "Y/N, what’s going on?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

She bit her lip, glancing around before gesturing for them to go somewhere more private. Once they were alone, she took a deep breath. "It’s about the accusations… against the team principal. I—" She stopped, her voice faltering.

Daniel’s heart started to pound. He could feel the gravity of what she was about to say but wasn’t ready to hear it. "Y/N, please. Just tell me."

The noise of the paddock was deafening, but it was nothing compared to the roaring in Daniel’s ears as Y/N’s words sank in.

"I’m one of the complainants."

He blinked, frozen in place. For a moment, it felt like the world stopped spinning. His girlfriend. Y/N. She was part of the accusations against Mattias Verner. His throat tightened, his mind racing, but all he could feel was rage building deep in his chest, the kind that twisted his stomach and made his hands curl into fists.

For a moment, everything froze. Daniel blinked, his body stiffening. "You?" His voice cracked, his heart dropping like a stone. "He—he hurt you?"

Y/N’s eyes were brimming with tears, and she nodded, looking away. "I didn’t want to tell you. I was scared of what you’d do… how you’d react."

Daniel’s breath caught, a wave of anger, hurt, and confusion crashing over him all at once. His jaw clenched tightly as rage filled his chest, every muscle in his body tensing. "Scared of what I’d do? Of what I’d do?" His voice was low, trembling with barely contained fury. "You think I wouldn’t want to know? That I wouldn’t need to know that some piece of shit was hurting you?"

Y/N flinched at the venom in his voice, but he couldn’t stop. His anger wasn’t at her—it was at Verner, at the fact that someone had the audacity to hurt her. The fact that she’d been going through this alone, that she hadn’t felt safe enough to tell him… it broke something inside him.

"That bastard," Daniel spat, pacing in front of her now, his fists clenched. "That disgusting bastard." His voice shook with anger, his heart thundering in his chest. "I swear to God, Y/N, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to make sure he never walks into a paddock again, that he never touches another woman again." He stopped, turning back to her, his eyes blazing with fury. "No one—no one—hurts you and gets away with it."

Y/N’s voice cracked, tears spilling over as she reached for him. "Daniel, please…"

But he cut her off, his voice breaking. "How long have you been dealing with this? How long have you been keeping this from me?"

Her sobs came harder now, her body trembling as she spoke through her tears. "I didn’t want to burden you. I didn’t want you to see me differently. I was trying to be strong—"

"Burden me?" Daniel’s voice softened, the anger still there but mixed with heartbreak. "Y/N, you’re my whole world. How could you ever think I wouldn’t want to be there for you? That I wouldn’t stand by your side through this?"

She let out a choked sob, her knees giving way as she collapsed into herself, and in that instant, Daniel’s anger shifted. Seeing her like that—so broken, so vulnerable—ripped him apart. Without hesitation, he dropped down beside her, pulling her into his arms. She clung to him, crying into his chest as he held her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair.

"I’m so sorry," she whispered between sobs. "I didn’t want to hurt you."

Daniel’s heart shattered at the sound of her voice, guilt flooding him. He gently rocked her, his anger at Verner still burning hot, but all he could think about now was comforting her. "Shh," he murmured softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. "It’s okay, love. It’s okay. I’m here now. I’ve got you."

She cried harder, her sobs wracking her body as Daniel held her tighter, his own throat tightening with emotion. "I should’ve been there for you," he whispered, his voice raw with pain. "I should’ve known."

Y/N shook her head, burying her face in his chest. "I didn’t want to drag you into this mess."

"You’re not dragging me into anything," Daniel said, his voice fierce but tender. "This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. That bastard—" His voice broke again, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. "He’s going to pay for what he did. I promise you that."

She trembled in his arms, and Daniel’s heart broke a little more with every sob. He kissed the top of her head, his hand stroking her hair as he whispered, "You should’ve told me, Y/N. You should’ve let me help you through this."

"I was scared," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I didn’t want you to be angry. I didn’t want you to hate me—"

"Hate you?" Daniel pulled back just enough to cup her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I could never hate you, Y/N. Never." His voice was thick with emotion, his thumb gently wiping away her tears. "I’m angry, yeah. But not at you. I’m angry at him, at the fact that you had to go through this alone."

Her lip trembled as she whispered, "I didn’t want to be weak."

"You’re not weak," Daniel said firmly, his voice full of conviction. "You’re the strongest person I know. But you don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me."

She sobbed again, leaning into his touch as he held her face in his hands. "I love you," she whispered, her voice broken.

"I love you too," Daniel whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "And I’m going to be here for you, no matter what. We’re going to get through this. Together."

Y/N’s sobs began to quiet as she clung to him, and Daniel held her tightly, his heart aching for her. The anger still simmered beneath the surface, a fire he knew wouldn’t go out until Verner was held accountable, but for now, all that mattered was Y/N. She was safe in his arms, and he wasn’t going to let go.

[luthordamnvers]

Outgrowing Supergirl

A/N: The finale I deserved, tbh (Also on AO3)

Cat's voice kept repeating in Kara's head since Alex and Kelly's wedding.

'Ker-rah, you need to stop making excuses, and you need to decide what your course will be. Now, there is important work to be done, and I hope you'll join me. But more than that, I hope that you will choose to become your full self, because that would really be something to see. And it would be interesting because this is boring.'

Boring.

Her life had been torn to pieces a few times over, with destruction and missing on half the happenings of her own life because she was busy saving the world… the universe, and Cat Grant categorized it as boring.

Kara laughed to herself. She didn't know the half of it. And yet, her reluctant mentor also had some encouraging words.

'I believe in you, I always have.'

She had offered an Editor-In-Chief position.

One position she wasn't entirely sure she deserved, but as Alex said, 'That was her dream job.' Not one she expected to get, so soon. It was one she expected for when her superheroing had dwindled, and she was well into her human midlife. When her birth-date would say she was in her late forties, and she had to pretend she followed some strict regimen to look as good as she did, because the yellow sun wouldn't really let her age that much.

Her own words, also bounced in her head.

'I give speeches inspiring people to live their best lives. But she's right. I am too afraid to live my own.'

'My entire life, I've hid behind these glasses. It's gotten in the way of every job I've ever had, everything I've ever wanted to do, every relationship.'

'I think hiding who I am is the reason I couldn't pass the courage Gauntlet. I created Supergirl that night because the thought of saving my sister as myself was too terrifying.'

At that precise moment, she did thought that. but in the days since her sister's wedding, she could ponder long and wide over it. That may have been the totem's argument. But the totem didn't know about her safety. All the times people knowing her identity, put them in danger.

The totem didn't live Jeremiah having to surrender himself to work for the D.E.O to protect her. The totem didn't know about the D.E.O recruiting her sister out of college, because she was an alien. The totem didn't know about Max Lord trying to date her sister just to try and uncover Supergirl's identity. Or Rick Malverne keeping Alex hostage, so Supergirl would do his bidding. Or Haley finding out her identity, and use it to manipulate her sister and herself.

The totem didn't understand Lex Luthor capturing her niece in exchange for more power.

Or Agent Liberty kidnapping Lena to force her to reveal her identity.

That didn't happen in this reality, but it did happened to her. And she caved, of course she did. But it was dangerous. Too dangerous.

Lena's words constantly swam in her mind too, 'You've had your entire life, people telling you who you're supposed to be and that if you didn't hide your true self then the people would get hurt. I mean, it's tough to move beyond those type of core wounds.'

"It wasn't until Lillian told me the truth that I realized I haven't been living my own life. And finally, now I am. And it feels amazing." She had said, as they walked together, one next to the other.

"I don't even know what that would feel like for me. Connecting with someone as my whole self. To not be afraid to just be who I am.." Kara confessed. "It sounds like it could be empowering," Lena encouraged her.

It wasn't until days later, that she realized she'd lied to her best friend.

They were both sitting in her couch, watching The Great British Baking Show. Kara didn't even remember which season they were on.

"Are you even paying attention to the TV?" Lena asked, like reading her mind.

"No, not really," Kara sincerely admitted."I was thinking about what we talked at the wedding. About living my own life."

Lena turned to look at her instead of the TV, "You took off your glasses."

"I did. But I don't think that's the correct move for me," Kara confessed.

"Then, what is it?"

Kara sighed, "I'll accept the Editor-In-Chief job."

"You seem awfully conflicted for someone accepting her dream job," Lena frowned.

"I just need to convince Cat Grant to accept my conditions."

"Ah," Lena let out. "I see." She looked at her with a smile. "If anyone can convince her of anything, is you."

Kara was mesmerized by her. She thought about how much their life has changed, since they met. How miserable she was when Lena wasn't in her life. How unhappy she was when she had to run away from her, a lie in her lips. And how much better it was now that she knew the truth and was a willing participant of her life as a superhero.

She didn't realized she had done it, get so close to Lena she'd just had to lean in a few inches to touch her lips to hers.

"I lied at the wedding, too." Kara whispered.

"Lied about what?" Lena asked, in an equally low mumble.

"That I didn't know how it felt connecting with someone as my whole self," Kara explained. "I do know. I've always done it with you, even without the obvious. But especially in the last year." Kara paused. "And I think… I think you are more than my best friend."

Lena didn't move, she kept looking into Kara's eyes looking for something, and it seemingly she found it. "And what are you going to do about it?" She muttered.

"I'm going to kiss you, if that's okay with you," Kara said, finally closing the distance between their lips.

Kara could fly, and yet nothing had ever felt like kissing Lena.

"I got it," Lena announced, entering the loft.

Kara was nervous. She had managed to convince Cat Grant of it, but of course, her mentor and boss, couldn't let the dramatics go, and didn't let Kara even look at the cover of the magazine before sending it to print.

"You do look very good," her girlfriend said.

She was still over the moon about calling Lena her girlfriend, but not even that could squelch her nervousness. The kiss Lena gave her as a greeting did, though.

"Ready?" Lena asked.

"As ready as I can be."

Lena flipped the magazine in front of her, showing the cover to Kara. A picture of herself in her SuperSuit looked back at her.

'Supergirl is out, Superwoman is in.'

"She could have gone with a less cliched headline," Kara commented in a whisper.

"It's not that bad," Lena said, throwing her hands around Kara's neck, keeping her close. "But if I'm completely honest, you know Kara has always been my hero."

[besaya-glantaya]

On Alex fighting for Henry

[Apparently I'm not done mooing over these two lovesick homosexuals...]

When Zahra asks Alex if he'd stop seeing Henry, Alex’s answer is an immediate, unwavering "no". Zahra is an important figure in Alex's life. We've already seen that he's willing to do what she asks of him, even if he deeply dislikes like it (i.e., damage control). But this? A flat out no. It's firmly off on the table and Zahra accepts it with a withering "Everytime I see you it takes another year off my life."

Henry's reaction to this is complex. (I missed it the first few times because all my attention was on Zahra or Alex). Whilst Zahra continues to talk to Alex, Henry frowns, drops his gaze and gives a slow sigh. In my mind, he's thinking about how things with Alex are likely to end. Zahra discovering them has likely raised some unpleasant memories of the King doing the same with his previous relationships (Henry replies "not this time" when Bea later asks him if he ended things with Alex because the King found out.) I can imagine Zahra's "How long has this been going on?!" was a particularly brutal reminder of those experiences. So now Henry's thinking that with Alex unlikely to end things, it will inevitably fall to him to break things off, either of his own volition or at the King's order. [As an aside, the fact that Nicholas manages to convey all of this in such a brief moment in an otherwise hectic and comedic scene is truly impressive].

Ultimately, Henry chooses to end things at the lake house without the King's involvement. He explains to Bea that he did this because he realised he was getting too close and he didn't want to hurt Alex more (by leaving it any later). Henry is convinced that a long term relationship is not something he can have.

Not so Alex.

Even though Henry has told Alex he can only belong to someone else "momentarily", Alex doesn't truly accept it. And this means he fights for Henry, in a way no-one ever has.

Alex knows what it means to push back against societal expectations on the daily - it's a core part of who he intentionally strives to be - and he fundamentally doesn't understand why Henry won't choose to do the same. But Henry's never had anyone like Alex, willing to fight for them.

In the V&A, in Alex's arms, Henry feels free to dream. For the first time since he was very young, he truly allows himself to believe that he could have this, have Alex, for real. The sentiment behind Alex's unwavering "no" to Zahra, back in that New York hotel room, is the catalyst for Henry making the same choice: no, I will not give this up.

[fanofstuff01]

Okay this post was originally supposed to be longer and going into more depths of the subject but I decided to separate it in parts. Because I cannot write that long of an essay in one day lmao

But anyway here's part one

Wohoo

Why Adam from Hazbin Hotel Not Coming Back In Future Seasons Doesn't Make Sense (To Me)

Part One: Logical Problems

Now this section, even though it is still my favorite in the parts, can be fixed easily if Vivienne just gives a logical answer to all of it. But it is just my perspective and what I saw from this show.

Let's get started yippie

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A: Him not coming back contradicts the show in my opinion.

-You see, when Sir Pentious died to Adam's holy light, all the other characters react like they think he's one hundred percent gone. And it was previously stated by Vivziepop that sinners cannot die unless it's from an angelic weapon, otherwise they just respawn somewhere else in Pride hence why the exterminations exist.

So this implies that Sir Pentious died permanently here, from an angelic attack and then became a winner, in other words respawned in Heaven.

Then.. Why can’t Adam, someone who we know (for now) that died to a weapon designed to kill souls permanently, come back exactly Vivzie? This doesn't make any cucking sense for me. Why are you showing us that a soul can rise after being perma killed, but then treat as if the other Alex Brightman died permanently and now there's no way for him to come back?

-"But maybe they didn't know that Sir Pentious could come back, they just learnt that angels could be harmed. (Yes someone literally said this)"

Oh you mean these characters, who include the Princess of Hell and a literal ex exorcist, don't know about one of the core reasons why exterminations are held in the first place?

Suure.

-"You wouldn't be sad and attack the person who did it if someone killed your friend even though you knew they'd be back? Their reactions don't essentially translate to them not knowing about the permanent death thing."

I would and I can definitely understand them still being incredibly devastated and going feral about his death even though it’s temporary, but then why does the show treat Pentious' death like something these characters think is permanent? Why does Charlie refer to his death as “Ultimate sacrifice”? Hell, this entirely contradicts the sense of finality and sorrow his sacrifice had. 

And to add to both questions, why would Adam come to the exterminations with a weapon that doesn’t kill sinners permanently? Specifically one where he knows that there’ll be folks that will try to fight them and folks he would be more than pleased to wipe out permanently? 

-I know I sidetracked to talking about Sir Pentious more than Adam here, but since he is the only soul we know that changed the place he was in afterlife he is the most relevant character when it comes to this discussion about Adam in my opinion.-

-”We don’t know if angel souls are equal to sinner souls when it comes to this. Maybe the angels simply cannot be killed unless it is permanent, and the show actually hints at this given everyone thought that the angels were invincible.”

This is the only argument I can get behind actually. But it is not because it’s a valid one for the right reasons, it is the only one that makes sense to me because the writers were lazy on this too. 

Then what happens when an angel is harmed with a non-angelic weapon? -Also maybe off topic but what makes something an angelic weapon? We see Cherri Bomb throw bombs at them or okay maybe angelic bombs are a thing, but Charlie shoot-kills the exorcists with the fireworks that come out of her fingers?- Do they just.. Respawn? Or it just doesn’t hurt them? Then wouldn’t a character as smart as Vaggie would’ve figured out that they can very well be killed permanently if they are able to get hurt? 

Not answered. And it’s not helped by how the show openly portrays winners, which may I remind you Adam is one no matter how powerful he is, as the complete opposite of sinners, which would take you to assuming the angelic steel works like it does on sinners for demons. It just doesn't make sense to me.

And it wouldn’t make sense in the next section either.

B: Him not coming back doesn’t make sense in the story or the worldbuilding in my opinion

Just a little disclaimer, I’m not all means a professional media critic and do not say what I say here comes from that distinction. It's just me sharing myself lol.

Also I may use the terms incorrectly due to my broken English skills.

-Okay. So what is Hazbin about? Demons getting redeemed and therefore getting into Heaven for becoming better people, right? Also showing us that everyone can change and they shouldn't be seen as who they are at the moment and they all deserve a second chance.

At least that's what I get from the show. Now..

Why isn't the previously good now bad, being punished at the same level the previously bad now good is being rewarded? Why are you saying that becoming bad would give you an easy escape through death, while becoming good can get you to somewhere better?

Being on Hell is a PERFECT way to punish corrupted holy souls. Because you often become corrupted in the way of arrogance in Heaven, and now you're humored by the universe and by the people you used to mock and see yourself above as but this world's ways don't allow that.. Okay?

Speaking of, this also frustrates me on the world's mechanics and how they work. Sure, it can be that way, but.. Sorry if thinking about a "Divine Judgement" that makes you rise for being good but doesn't make you fall for being bad doesn't make sense in my book..

I can't express my point in this one quite well like I did with the other one but it just melts my brain dude. Like on one hand, on the positive hand, you're saying that if you're on the bad side you can change for the better and that's what matters, but you can't change from good to bad and have the same levels just negative and simply.. Die??

I just.. Can't. Sorry if this part is messier.

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So this is it.

Will be multiple parts stay tuned ig

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @beef-brisket

yea im delulu sue me

[mywritingonlyfans]

Teacher's pet. // Prof! Alex Turner X Stud! Reader (Smut) Part 2 of 3.

prompt: (Age Gap/Smut) Alex, an undergraduate professor, wasn't known for his friendliness until he found himself gradually warming up to you. Your remarkable writing skills, particularly directed at his class, heightened his interest even further. He's determined to show you firsthand just how talented you are, even if the journey is challenging. Eventually, both of you realize that resisting this connection is futile, and you must let go of your inhibitions to explore what lies ahead.

words: 9K.

a/n: I'll need to add one more part, I hope you still feel like reading them! Thank you for waiting all this time! (I'll try my best to finish the last part soon)

HERE'S PART1

Alex promptly notified campus authorities about the boys. Although he didn't know their names, his detailed description enabled other professors to identify them. He ultimately concluded that they weren't a real threat, just a bunch of troublemakers. Nevertheless, he did his part, unwilling to let the situation slide and subject himself to any torment for having overlooked their inappropriate behavior. In the same way, he'd be watching you just as closely, not only because he wanted you to be okay but also because of the intensity that had built up inside him (thoughts and a tiny bit of obsession) after the last time he saw you.

…

His messy and crooked handwriting on the napkin somehow lingered in your mind. Not as much as the possibility of him being someone other than yours, but it persistently surrounded your aura. Your idealization of Professor Turner did not fit with him being a traitor, so yes, the way you portrayed him in your mind did not allow for such a possibility unless he proved otherwise. And that hurts, from deep within your core to the bitterness in your mouth and the burning in your throat. It was frustrating, yet you still wanted him around. What continued to motivate you to read the book he had given you and delve into his notes was the feeling of having him by your side, reading every word with you. Sometimes you were certain that if you closed your eyes, you could hear his rough, accentuated voice blending with the characters.

Perhaps, if you were his age and already held a degree, maybe even a professor specializing in romantic literature, there might have been something between you two. Picture it: a rainy afternoon, your head resting on his chest, his warm lips near your ear as he read to you. You hadn't openly acknowledged it yet, but you felt a certain compatibility despite the numbers of years difference. It took you a while to realize, but his demeanor softened whenever he saw you, his gaze growing more serene, and even the beloved wrinkle between his eyebrows had time to relax. His voice became gentler. You weren't completely oblivious to these cues, though you did have your doubts.

It all traced back to that one night when he had come to your aid, opening your eyes to the possibility that he could belong to someone. The faint, woody scent of his blazer had found its way to your home. He had even apologized for pulling back from a kiss, not wanting to be rude, and left his phone number in your belongings with a simple message: "Call me if you need me, lil’ one." He left no room for doubt; your mind still spun, and you felt helpless, uncertain about what steps to take. But your desire to do something about it burned brightly.

"I can hear your breathing," his tone was relaxed. Just as you hoped it would be with you, and then you wondered if he could recognize you by your breathing alone.

You remained silent, there was no plausible reason or emergency that had made you call. It wasn't strange, just unusual. He laughed, which made you imagine him with a cigarette between his fingers, taking a breath on the balcony with his mouth slightly open to blow out the smoke. Maybe he just smoked too much, and you weren't obsessed.

"It's okay, little one. We can stay in silence." He laughed, in a way that filled your lungs, and the little wrinkles around his eyes appeared for contemplation. At least in your mind, just for you.

You exhaled, your eyes filling with tears. It wasn't exactly a desire to cry, but you felt genuinely sad knowing that you weren't and wouldn't be his.

"How do you know it's me, Mr. Turner?" You wanted to sound playful, but your voice came out so shaky that it made calling him that seem inappropriate.

"It was a guess. Besides, I can't think of anyone who would call me at this hour and stay in deep silence. And, well," there was a pause, his guttural and muffled breathing making you take a deep breath. Enough time for a drag, you thought. "You know, I was ‘oping you’d call." He was sincere, typical of him. He always seemed too clear when he wanted to be. Everyone said he was strict, but you couldn't think of a time when he had made his students confused or uncertain about something he demanded. Demanded, that was a word that suited him in the classroom.

"Waited?" And you saw him nod with a sweet look for you, as if he were by your side. In fact, he just mumbled. "Expected me to be in trouble?" You tried to sound more cheerful.

There was a pause; you lay down, staring at the walls until you buried your nose in the pillow in a hug. He was close to his phone; you could hear him wet his lips and breathe lightly. You wanted to run your fingers over his face and hair again, but you couldn't deny that this was as magnificent as it got.

"Not at all, but I wouldn't hesitate to save you." His eyes closed tightly. The silence grew deeper, still comfortable, it was cute. If you had the chance, you would kiss him before that, before it got too cute. "I'm sorry," he said, not sounding regretful, just reluctant due to your brief absence.

You laughed, not saying anything, but it was enough for him to understand that everything was okay.

"Are you sad?"

Then you felt the pillow get a little damp.

"Am I really that transparent?"

He let out a breath through his nose, his lips curving. If he closed his eyes just right, just like you did, he would also be able to feel your fingers dancing around him.

"Only when you write, but I blame myself for watchin’ you too much during this time." You sounded the same way as when he pushed you a little too hard with his pragmatic comments, and although he found it adorable, over the phone, without being able to do anything about it, it made him a little uncomfortable. His words took brief seconds to be spoken; he wondered if you noticed how nervous he was that he needed to formulate sentences before speaking. And even then, he regretted some of them, not that they were bad, but he didn't want to hurt you.

"I guess I am,"

"Guess?" The air caught in your throat, the back of your nose starting to burn, and you feared it would be difficult to keep tears from flowing.

You didn't want to comment on the woman in the photo, at least not at that moment; you wanted to enjoy being with him as much as possible. Taking a deep breath, you decided to omit the reason but still let him know that you were genuinely upset. Maybe it was because he had helped you; you didn't know why, but you trusted him to a moderate extent that included your feelings. You believed and knew that talking to him would make you feel better.

"I think I'm just stressed," it wasn't a lie. His body shivered, unable to hold you close to comfort you. You felt a little pathetic making such a confession to a 37-year-old man who didn't have the same problems as you.

"I feel like I'm trying so hard for nothing, the days of writing have been a burden, and everything I write is so thought out and time-consuming that I feel like no one would want to read it, I'm almost certain I'm a fraud. I'm just waiting for the day they'll realize." Your throat was already scratchy enough to be closed from the middle to the end; your face was wet, and your head pounded in pulses. This was a recurring thought of yours; you had never verbalized it to anyone.

He listened, his steady breathing becoming slightly faster, and in a way, it calmed you over the phone. The whimsical feeling that he was there for you, even if it was a situation made up in your head, put you at ease.

Alex had noticed that you were insecure about your writing; it was clear how you reacted to his notes and negative feedback. But that was one of the things that made you good, the persistence in wanting to recognize your mistakes, listen, and do things differently. He wished all his students were like that. Although you had a special place in his mind and heart. Alex found you talented and determined; weakness didn't align with your gentle and loving personality. He wanted to make you see yourself through his eyes and free you from that feeling.

"I don't think you are, lil’ one; I know you're not," the pet name brought a smile to your face, and Alex noticed, his chest warming with the satisfaction of successfully soothing your worries. "You'll reach your goals. You write well, pay great attention to detail, and I love every touch of romance in your writing. I mean it now, and I'll mean it even more in the near future. You’re quite meant for this." He settled into his bed, clearing his mind as he imagined you lying beside him. Alex could almost see your gaze darting away from his, just as you often did during his lectures, as if you hoped he wouldn't notice.

You wouldn't admit it, and he wouldn't discover it, but you felt more confident and better in this emotional aspect after his classes. You recognized that you felt even worse about this in the months before you even knew Alex. Now it was different, and you liked that.

"Do you really think so?" It didn't sound like you wanted to hear him repeat the same words. It was more like you still had traces of doubt. He could even see your nose wrinkling, a habit of yours when you were uncertain, which he found endearing. Just like hearing your weak voice like that, no matter how wrong it may be.

"Sometimes I'm certain that I'm not worth the opportunity that someone needs to give me so I can succeed in something, something that hasn't even happened yet and might never," Alex didn't let you linger on that and hushed you until your voice diminished. If he found it painful to hear you talk about yourself this way, he couldn't imagine how you were dealing with it inside your head. "I don't want you to talk ‘bout yourself like that." His voice was firmer, and you shrunk back; it was good to hear above all. "You'll make it. You're worried ‘bout a future you can't control. You're still young, and you haven't even finished your degree. Give things time. Like I said, you're talented, and you'll have good opportunities. And I'd help you in any way possible." Inside his head, he concluded, and in the impossible too. He wished he could hug you, have your body close, and be sure that you were comforted and that your voice was no longer filled with tears, but all he had were words.

Even without a turn of phrase, he noticed you calming down, and he could feel your exaggerated heartbeat through the call. Or maybe that was just his worries. You were a mess. And even though you were frustrated, he didn't want to be anywhere else that night but on the phone with you (even though he preferred you in person next to him).

"Do you think it gets better with time, Mr. Turner?" You smiled; it was forced, he knew that, but he was relieved that you were trying. Then he scratched his nose with a funny look, the way you called him still sending shivers through his body, but he also found it cute how the sound came from your lips.

"The insecurity you're feeling?" You nodded in a mumble. "It doesn't get better, but we learn to deal with it better, I think." You laughed again, with more enthusiasm, and Alex felt accomplished, feeling his own cheeks blush.

"Thank you, Mr. Turner." You said softly, closing your eyes, the phone pressed against your cheek, still hugging your pillow even tighter. His breath truly acted as a calming agent on you.

"Little one?" He noticed you were tired. "You can call me Alex if you want; there's no reason to be so formal." He felt awkward asking for that, even though the whole situation was awkward.

"Okay," you said softly, not quite able to bring yourself to say his name. The way you sounded thoughtful even with such a small word made Alex chuckle quietly in a discreet way. You were so adorable in his eyes.

Silence took over, in the same warm and familiar tone as throughout the call. You began to smell his scent on your sheets and remembered lying there with his blazer before, although for now, it was likely just a figment of your imagination. But it felt so real; you were really drowsy from sleep.

"Turner?" He murmured to let you know he was still there, finding the evolution of you avoiding "mister" quite sweet, as it made him feel less old compared to you than he actually was.

"I've been writing different works; I'd like you to take a look. I like it when you assist me without taking away my freedom." He ran his hand over his abdomen, his body warm, and he felt guilty once again for pulling you into this with him, even if that was your will too.

"I'd love to. I'm free tomorrow if you want to come over." It sounded subtle and right. Neither of you could tell if it was the effect of sleep, but he liked the idea of having you at his house again and being able to talk to you outside the academic environment. You took a while to respond, and he almost took back his earlier words.

"Is it not a problem?" Your mind went back to how he could have someone who was his person.

"No," he said, not sounding pensive, but he was wondering if someone important at the university found out it could give you problems. He knew it wasn't right for him, but he didn't care as much about what could happen to him; you had more to lose than he did, you were at the beginning of your academic career, and he wouldn't do that to you. "Do you think it could be a problem for you?"

You denied it, realizing you needed to speak for him to know the answer. "No, I think it's a good idea," you concluded, deciding that you would make the most of it, whatever it was. It was the first time you felt attracted - you liked him, you were a bit obsessed, you were afraid - and you were almost certain he felt the same way, and you didn't want to waste it.

After a few short minutes, you continued, "I love the way you write about being in love, as if there's only room for that one person in your head, and nothing else matters. I hope that if someone ever falls in love with me, it's at least 10% of how you describe that feeling." He knew you read his publications, yet he felt a delightful warmth, like receiving a handwritten note from your middle school crush confessing the same feelings. He appreciated your work, and your appreciation of his made him feel great. "Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new? I won't settle for anything less." Although Alex had written this a while ago, he found himself contemplating how well it matched what he felt for you.

You couldn't find more words, but both of you could sense each other's presence, the subtle laughter, and the soft breaths. Words weren't the sole means of communication; you both comprehended the situation and willingly let things progress at their own tempo. With this feeling of ease, you slipped into a peaceful and rejuvenating slumber, so unaware of it.

A few before this, he commented about needing to dispose of the ashes and the ashtray, and your face brightened in the darkness upon realizing you were right. He was smoking this whole time. Once you drifted off to sleep, Alex allowed himself to do the same, filled with the assurance that you were safe.

…

Your gaze appeared distant, and your fingers, on the verge of digging into your arm's skin due to impatience, twitched nervously. You leaned against the wall, seeking to evade the curious glances of passersby, well aware that your tension was conspicuously written across your features.

"Hey, what happened?" His voice carried deep concern, and as his gaze met yours, you couldn't help but fear that someone had issued a threat you were blissfully unaware of. He didn't hesitate, closing the gap between you, his proximity sending shivers down your spine. He was clearly worried.

It took a moment for you to find yourself as you briskly navigated the corridor leading to the reception desk, anxiety clutching at your chest.

"They're having issues with my documents, for dear God. I need them to apply to some campus. I did everything correctly, notified them of my need for these documents, and I'm still well within the deadline…" Your voice trailed off, caught in the charged atmosphere, your mind aflame.

His gaze remained steady upon you, his countenance markedly soothed now that your anxiety had heightened the stakes of the situation. He adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder and extended a reassuring touch, his fingertips coming to rest gently upon your hand.

Moistening his lips and making that soft, almost playful sound one uses to capture a cat's attention, you couldn't help but release a small, albeit apprehensive chuckle, providing relief to both you and Mr Turner; he was doing well.

His presence, grounding and reassuring, helped to temper your nerves. He remained with you until your breathing found its way back to the present.

Glancing around, his eyes found no one in close proximity. He dipped his head slightly to align himself with your level, a tremor of emotion causing your cheeks to twitch. His face and the tip of his nose were red.

Running his fingers softly across your cheek, he offered you a warm smile despite your obvious reluctance stemming from the absence of his hand in yours.

"It's alright. Everything's going to be just fine, little one." His voice gradually dissolved your anxiety and the gripping sensation in your chest. He brought his fingers to his lips, tenderly kissing them before tracing their path back to your face.

First, he lightly pressed against your forehead, then your nose, and finally your cheek before his hands slid back into his pockets.

Unbidden, the thought crossed your mind that he would've kissed your tears away, a gesture of comfort he was undoubtedly willing to extend, if only the circumstances allowed. And then your mind ached at the brief reminder that you had woken up in the double bed in his room that night.

His laughter filled the space, eyes glistening with warmth, and the wrinkles around them adding to his features. In that moment, you fervently wished he could be yours, even as your self-awareness acknowledged the depth of your feelings.

"Where do you intend to apply?" Your gaze descended to his chest, buttons undone, and a gleaming chain vying for your touch.

"Huh, I... I plan to apply to a university in California. That's the crucial one, although I'll be submitting applications to others as well. Missing this deadline is simply not an option."

He nodded in understanding, skillfully alleviating the awkwardness you felt over your hesitant words. You remained unaccustomed to the unwavering attention he directed your way, where your words and actions seemed to bear a significant weight. He made you feel noticed and appreciated, you liked that.

"Give me a few minutes, and I'll be right back."

That said, he didn't take long to re-enter the room you had left about 40 minutes earlier and resolve your issue. He emerged with a furrowed brow, the self-assured smile gradually returning to his lips as he made his way back to you. It almost felt unfair how swiftly he had solved the problem, but then you remembered that he wasn't known for his friendliness to everyone. You imagined the firmness in his voice and expression as he demanded to know the whereabouts of your documents from whomever happened to be present. A sense of relief washed over you as he asked if this was what you needed and handed you the envelope. With a quick glance inside, you confirmed that your documents were indeed there.

He seemed genuinely pleased to have been able to help, but you didn't quite notice. Your reaction was instinctual as you rose on your tiptoes and let your body collapse onto his, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. He took a deep breath, unprepared for this, but he managed to keep his bag from slipping off his shoulder and circled his arm securely around you. His nose brushed against your hair, and he hoped your scent would linger on his clothes for at least a few more minutes.

It was brief, both aware of the potential consequences of this closeness. You apologized, although a smile remained on your face. He could have frozen that moment in reality, gazing at you for hours, your short shirt rumpled from your previous touch, knee socks slightly disheveled inside your tall boots, while you clung to the documents he had just retrieved. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; it was evident how you found comfort in each other's presence. And he easily concluded that you suited California.

"I need to go," he said, his thoughts consumed with the image of you sitting in his classroom in a few hours and potentially at his home later if you hadn't changed your mind. He didn't want to bring it up, wanting the decision to be entirely yours. If you decided not to show up, he'd understand, and you knew that. You appreciated the pressure he removed from you. His desires were quite evident, and even though you still needed to address the matter of the photo in his room, his intentions were anything but unclear.

…

On that day, you sat a few desks behind due to the front-row seat's creaking issue. Every time he entered the room, your attention soared. You enjoyed admiring how he placed his brown bag on the desk, neatly rolled up his sleeves to the elbows, and adjusted his blazer before starting the class. However, you noticed how his eyes searched for you before initiating this ritual, his face stern and composed, his hand tracing his jaw until he reached the spot where he found you, a few desks back. Your radiant smile met his timid one, and your hands fidgeted with your skirt. At that moment, you both knew that neither of you concealed your feelings well. It was evident in the softening of his expression upon finding you and the shy smile that curved his lips; with crooked lower teeth and cute prominent lines. It warmed your heart.

The following minutes went as expected, with your heart racing when he addressed you, and he posed questions that he was confident you could answer or raise thought-provoking ones. You remained addicted to gaining his favor, even though you no longer needed it. There was no doubt you were his favorite one.

"I think that's enough for today," he murmured, dismissing the others, which included you. Yet, you hesitated to pack your things and leave. You wanted to show him that you still intended to meet him later, fearful that he might think otherwise.

Initiating the conversation didn't come naturally. You leaned against the closed door, observing him tidy up the last of his belongings. You felt uneasy, and he sported a self-assured smile. He was yours, soon you'd gradually become aware of it.

"It's okay, little one. We can stay in silence," he offered, approaching you. Your nervousness was palpable, and you couldn't even contemplate forming words. "There's no one on the other side of the door," he reassured, peering through the small glass window. "I wouldn't force or manipulate you into anything you don't want to do." He was cautious, but the idea that he thought you might think of him like that made you shake your head vigorously.

"I know you wouldn't, Professor Turner." His nose wrinkled slightly as you insisted on calling him that. His cheeks gained color, and you loved that.

You pushed your hair back, trying to clear your head. "I just wanted to confirm that you still want to see me tonight, and also to say thank you for helping me after the bar incident. I don't want you to think badly of me. I—" You paused, swallowing hard. Dry throat, just like your eyes, which couldn't stop blinking. His attention was fully on you, and it didn't help. Seeing your struggle, he moved closer, gently removing your hand from your hair. He whispered while still close, "I don't think anything bad 'bout you, and I'll still be waiting for you if you want to be there."

You nodded, your eyes lost in his, feeling as if you could almost touch his skin without making physical contact. Your hand involuntarily touched the collar of his shirt, your palm pressing awkwardly against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the coolness of his necklace. His fingers followed yours, resting on top of your hand with a pleasant size contrast. Your touch affected his body in ways you couldn't fully fathom, but he was better at concealing it. Your mind briefly entertained the idea of his lips brushing against yours, but this thought was soon supplanted by a lingering kiss to your forehead. Your chest met his as in an embrace, and it lasted long enough for you to feel his fingers below your knee, lifting your high socks until they were even with the other. It sent a great burn through your thigh and made you want to keep him close, but then he was stepping away. "I just want you to feel comfortable with me, pet." Your words once again choked in your throat. You wanted to hear him say he wanted you, but you refrained from vocalizing it, and you understood, but you still longed to hear it from him. Just as you wanted to shout that you felt good with him, despite being a novice in matters of the heart.

…

In your imagination, Professor Turner was someone who didn't shy away from the daylight, and you believed he was just that, even though it was amusing to picture a darker side to him that other students described. When you told your roommate that you wouldn't be back that day, and she suspected it might be related to him, you received a playful, "Take care, don't let him pull you to the dark side." It made you laugh and think about how some of your classmates had asked you to talk to Alex about his grading approach because they had noticed his fondness for you and were in desperate need of a miracle. You didn't think your intervention would change anything, but your curiosity would lead you to take the risk.

The air felt trapped in your lungs, and there was still an alert in your mind that being there was wrong. Students were gossips (your friend even more so), if he had someone, you would know, right?

"I thought you might be hungry," he gestured for you to enter. The same calm and gentleness that always characterized his demeanor toward you, as your roommate had reminded you over the phone just minutes ago. Your mouth quivered, and your hands turned cold as he looked at you. His expression was meticulous, as if trying to read every one of your signals. The sensation within you intensified as you adjusted your knee socks, and his attention followed you until he realized how his hands clenched around nothing. This time, it was you who laughed.

"I wish I could say you don't have to pay for things for me, but honestly, I wouldn't have had the money to come here," you explained, with more than a hint that you might be less financially stable than him. The age difference still nagged at your mind, but you had promised yourself to make the most of this situation. He had covered the Uber ride, just like last time, and now you felt guilty about him spending money on your meal, even though you found it adorable.

He was flushed, certainly not from embarrassment. "It's okay, I don't mind. I want you 'ere." It sounded so formal and yet so natural of him, it made you wonder if he did this often; seduce their own students. It was quite a torment for you to add to your worries, had he ever done that before? And why were you bothered by that? Why did you want to be the only one who had ever gone through this with him?

You only realized that you were standing there staring at him when you felt his hand lightly press your back and guide you to the living room. There were sheets and pillows on the wooden floor rug and the light was dim. He had thought about that and it made your cheeks hot, you were unable to contain a smile. Before sitting down, he took your bag off your shoulders and murmured, "Your thoughts are quite noisy, little one."

He sat next to you, his shoulders pressed against yours. Your legs stretched out and your uncontrollable fingers played with the hem of your socks. You kept your eyes on the orange colored juice and some bread, your belly emptying and your head becoming fuller. “I just,” you looked at him, his messy hair and tired look but still giving you all the appreciation. "I'm not used to it, I guess."

"I'm not sure if it helps you either, but, I'm not, I'm not in the habit of bringing students to my house. You're the first one." You smiled, the weight of your body joining him. Alex noticed you becoming more comfortable and brought his hand closer to yours, then you rested your palm in his; bringing your fingers over the veins and calluses on his fingertips. You bit your lip at the thought of him actually playing the guitars in his room. And then you felt heavy once again at the thought that you wouldn't be able to be present in the moment with him if you didn't know if he had someone else.

You were careful to pull your hands away from his, stealing a piece of bread and pouring yourself some juice. His gaze on you was unmistakable, hard to ignore. Even though you enjoyed it, you felt like you were caught doing something bad.

"You can talk to me," he said, nothing but reassuring. "The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable." And he didn't, it was in your head, and deep down you knew it.

As the orange, viscous liquid touched your lips, you noticed his flushed cheeks going harder, even though he remained confident. It was the same Mango and Passion Fruit blend you had at the campus bar. Your face lit up with a smile, and he wished it could always be like this. "This is almost an obsession." He laughed too, relieved that you didn't think he was crazy for it.

He had indeed asked in the following days what that drink was, and he had learned that you always ordered that, he was just trying to make you comfortable around him. Little did he know that it didn't take much. "I swear my intentions were for the best," he concluded to have succeeded as he held your gaze for a little longer, and then your head rested on his shoulder. Your arm was lazy at first but within minutes, it was around his waist, brushing the top of his pants and then pulling your body closer. You felt the scents mingling, and your head grew lighter. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. Silence was indeed a great friend of yours, something you both cherished.

"Do you have someone?" You weren't as confident as you'd like to be, though you thought the answer was no, you still feared the response. He held your chin close to his, so near that you could see the scar near his eye and the more expressive fine lines. A tear threatened to escape as he appeared puzzled. You didn't like letting him think that you thought ill of him, but you couldn't move forward without answers. "Please, say you don't." Your voice faltered.

He ran his fingers over your face, letting his forehead rest against yours. He definitely didn't like seeing you upset. "I don't have anyone romantically," he chuckled softly, finding it attractive how you nestled into his touch. Even though you were uncertain, you wanted to hear it from him first, and he found that so mature of you. He felt guilty for thinking of it that way, as a warning that this wasn't entirely right.

You nodded, your heavy gaze fixed on him, and yet he stayed with you. "But what 'bout the girl in the photo in your room and the double bed..." Your body tensed, your face pliable in his hands.

Alex felt the weight of it and wanted the words to sound painless for you. It wasn't your fault, and there was an easy explanation; it was a concrete and unchangeable situation, only painful. He held you close when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, with just the right amount of strength, and his chest ached as his own vision welled up. "I don't have her anymore, not anymore," and with that, you understood. His gaze and his voice, the tone of affection, you didn't feel jealous, and in a way, you understood.

Your response was to cradle his cheeks and kiss his face, not liking to see him sad gave you the courage you'd been seeking all along. His arms enveloped you, a subtle embrace, his nose brushing against your thin top, your bodies aligning inch by inch. It felt right, and it didn't seem so wrong anymore.

He chuckled against your neck, lacking much humor. "It's been a while, I'm not trying to replace her or anything." His hand traced his eyes, and you nodded in understanding. You didn't sense that from him. "It's okay, I just didn't expect that and got scared." You whispered, letting your nose touch his while his forehead sweet bangs tickled you. Soon, your fingers were lightly tugging at the nape of his neck, and he didn't avoid your gaze; he only seemed upset about worrying you. Your lips brushed his eyes, tasting the saltiness, making you feel compassionate.

Nevertheless, you let your lips touch his, soft and warm, drawing out a lingering sigh. His grip tightened around you, and with that, your hands went from entwining his collar to pulling him closer, as if you could make it better; you wanted to make him feel great.

He solemnly withdrew from you, keeping you close while planting kisses on your face as he did so. As he pulled back, you realized that your senses were more attuned to him than to yourself. You couldn't pinpoint at what moment during all this you ended up in his lap. You didn't feel bad about it, but you still felt like you should.

"I'm sorry," you began, but he didn't let you pull away from him. He didn't need to explain, but he did it anyway. "I stay 'ere to teach, not because of her. I loved her, and I probably still would, but I'm not bound to her in any way, or sustained by being in love with someone I won't see anymore. I just don't see myself forgetting her entirely after years as if nothing had happened, just as I don't want to make you think this distances me from you or makes you believe I'm trying to replace her with someone else." He was precise, his voice trembling like never before. The coherence as something he had planned to say before hurt you; he wanted to say it but avoided it, and you didn't blame him. "I just want you to know these things." Your response was to hug him, craving the ability to merge with his body. It was dramatic, but you wanted to take some of that weight off him. His broader back, along with the embrace, covered you entirely, and you could feel his breathing calming as your thighs and arms clung to him.

With your head feeling lighter, your face nestled deeper into his chest. Your nose brushed against his neck, his warmth matching yours. The roughness of his baby beard made you smile into nothing. You could swear you felt him shiver. He kissed your face, his lips finding every space from your mouth to your neck, and your jolly reaction was to pull him closer by his t-shirt's collar. Your body burned, in a comforting way, and before falling asleep with him enveloped in you, you thought about how you should have done more or even asked for more. You no longer felt hesitant towards him.

…

Your eyes slowly opened, the lighting still cozy, just like the feeling of his chest. He held you tightly, his chin nestled on the top of your head, making you feel whole as one. As you shifted in his lap, you wanted to squeeze him, feel the flesh of his waist, and unbutton more of his shirt to accommodate your hand. You needed to take a deep breath, unable to avoid the initial sweat on your forehead. He let out a sigh, his fingers tracing your back and holding you as you bit your lip to hide a smile. His dark circles were more pronounced, his skin softer, although his eyes slightly puffy. You snuggled back into him, and he accommodated you, sealing the moment with more kisses.

"I'm sorry, Turner," the muffled laughter left you happy too, not that you weren't already. You ran your wrist over his mouth, he was still fixated on every part of you. In truth, you might not have known what you were doing, or you were just nervous. You didn't want to disappoint him.

"It's okay," he ran his fingers in circles on your waist. Your skirt crept up, and the position improved as he leaned against the wall. You could feel him better, every inch of him, and the thought that you were arousing him made you tense up a bit, even though it was good. He noticed and held your face, his lips touching where you had just tried to dry because you forgot you needed to breathe through your nose when kissing someone, "Hey, it's okay, lil' one. We don't have to do anything you don't want. I like you being with you."

You took his neck, your lips soft and moist, albeit timid against his skin, making him release adorable sounds that made you want more. This caused you to grip onto him, your hips moving closer to his, and you wished he would touch you, even if just for the mere thrill of feeling him.

"Please," you sighed, his face pressed against yours. Your fingers toyed with the closed buttons of his t-shirt as you shifted your gaze to your hands. Alex understood that you weren't entirely sure about what you were asking for, and this sweetly confirmed how much he considered you nothing but a good girl. It was evident that you wanted to be wonderful for him, and it was adorable to see in your eyes how you were eagerly waiting for him to lead the way in this dance of desire.

"I'm all yours, princess." He concluded with a mixture of pet names that both disconcerted and melted you into him. You took a deep breath as the pressure of his large hands adjusted your hips, your knees slightly burning, but you couldn't help but create the necessary friction to feel him better. You could indeed feel all of him, from the light fabric of his dress pants to the zipper, hitting you perfectly. "I know, little one, you're doing so great," he praised, mesmerized by how you lightly closed your eyes and then opened them to him, and he nodded in agreement, acknowledging your success. It was attractive to see you feeling secure and knowing how to make yourself feel good. With your hands still held against him, he intertwined his fingers with yours, allowing the remaining buttons to be undone, and then your palm found its place into his flesh.

He held you tighter, your body against his. "Don't move both together, use your legs or just grind against me, or you'll get tired quickly," he sounded precise, his deep and raspy voice filling you up. You obeyed. "That's my good girl," he said in a husky growl. This effectively worked to keep you going with him. His fingers gripped your nape, pulling your head to look at him, gazing down at your sleepy and pleading look. He clenched his jaw, sure that he could surrender for so little. His lips landed on your neck, his nose burying into your skin, so soon his teeth were pulling you into a light and pleasurable bite.

And then you were his, his hands working on you better than your legs were trying but failing to reach that level. Soon, he removed your top with the same gentleness and urgency with which he pulled you to him just to devour your breasts. His grip traveled to your waist, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin, encircling how hard they were and sucking them into his mouth as if it was genuinely pleasurable for him. The tip of his nose brushed against your skin, and he caused pain by nibbling on the flesh ready for him to take. You found yourself liking how every sound you made was heard by him, and he understood every nuance to repeat or intensify whatever he was doing to you.

You fit him well; being with him and having him wrapped around you made you feel confident. You had been embarrassed to be so spontaneous with someone before, but with him, it was different. His calm presence over you, the tranquility and affection, as well as the satisfaction in his eyes and touch when he saw you well, made you want more and more of him and to surrender yourself to him even more.

"You're so delicious," and he meant it. He squeezed you tightly, and you were worried you might have marks afterward. In a way, you liked it; you wanted to see him sprawled over you when it was all over.

And at all times he paid attention to your high socks, fixing them in the right place and smoothing them so they wouldn't move from where they were; keeping them pretty on yourself.

To soothe your whimper, he nestled his thumb against your clit, adjusting his movements until it felt like it was working for you. Alex was flushed, and you wanted to capture the look he was giving you. He didn't feel entirely guilty, but something weighed on him, as if he were corrupting you; the sensation wasn't bad at all. He pulled the flimsy fabric upwards, giving you more traction, lightly laughing at the pastel color and the central bow, knowing that it would haunt his mind for many days to come when he was feeling drowsy. It was magnificent, every detail of you, and he marveled at having your tired and prolonged sighs and teary eyes, just as he always thought they would be when your weak body collapsed onto his in such adorable spasms.

…

Your body ached, but the electricity in you felt good. Your hands ran clumsily through the pleasurable haze. He placed his lips on your forehead, lingering there until your body melded to his like a magnet. "I need to go, but I don't mind if you stay 'ere, lil' one," he sounded even better after waking up, husky and lazy, yet strong. Gradually, you became aware of the fact that you were in his bed, wearing the button-up shirt that you admired on his body. You smelled like him. You remembered him covering you with it, draping your figure while he kissed your collarbone gently. You were so drowsy that you were so certain it had been a dream.

"Go where?" You asked absently, looking around. He pulled up your socks, your legs entwining with his beneath the sheets. He loved this, wanted to have you there forever. You slept so serenely, comforted by his touch, and he thought about leaving you there. But he remembered how scared you had been at the idea of him leaving without notice the night he took you from the bar. He didn't want to cause that in you again, especially knowing he wouldn't be there when you woke up. "I have to teach in the morning, but I'll be back in the afternoon. I don't mind if you stay 'ere if you want."

"And do you want me to stay?" Your lips quivered; you understood his careful approach to your desires, but you wanted to hear it from him without reservations.

"I want you to stay, very much. I still need to read your new work, and I want to hear more from you." Your smile widened, and your face met his neck. He stroked your hair, keeping you close. You had almost forgotten that you had tucked prints of your writings into your bag to leave with him, or to have him read while you waited for his shrewd criticisms. You didn't care as much anymore; you wanted to hear him. You wanted to hear everything he had to say about you, whatever it may be. This thought, combined with the reminder that he preferred printed works over email submissions, made you beam more against him. He pulled you close, looking at you curiously.

"Okay, I can stay here, old man. It's good that I can finish reading the book you gave me." His cheeks flushed, and he got up, making you laugh more and grumble in disapproval. Alex didn't make a fuss and went to the wardrobe, putting on a clean t-shirt and taking off the pants he had worn earlier. He was serene, and he didn't mind you watching, your calm eyes on him, unraveling with each visible patch of skin. You wanted to scream about how everything in you wished this could be your routine. When you looked around, the photo was no longer there, and it didn't seem strange. In fact, you didn't feel jealous of it. However, knowing that he had put it away in another place made you feel good. You thought you might ask him more about it soon; she was important to Alex, and you understood and respected that. You thought it was only fair for him to know you didn't think badly of it.

"Promise you won't be too harsh when reading my stuff?" The buttons were still opened when he turned to you, his eyebrow arched, and his chocolate-colored eyes sparkling.

"I'm not cruel," you huffed, making him suppress a sly smile. "At least not with you." Your cheeks burned. He went into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he grabbed his toothbrush. You followed, sitting beside him on the large sink, attentive to him.

"You know, they told me to ask you to go easier on the students, at least in my class. They all seem to think you're pretty tough," you mentioned.

He chuckled. You liked this, it was intimate and comfortable. His hair was messy, and his shirt was slightly wrinkled; he was perfect. He wiped his mouth and kept his brows tense, "I'm not; the world is just not as perfect as most of you believe, and not everyone is as good as you." He was such a cute old bastard. You arched your brows, mimicking the expression he often made, and he laughed, softening for you. "I won't harm anyone; I just think lower grades make you all work harder." He clarified, placing himself between your legs, and you soon enclosed him in your embrace.

"That's cruel and unfair, Professor Turner." He kissed your face, seeing that it bothered you more than you pretended it did. "You don't have to agree with me, pet."

"And I don't." You sounded more irritated, and he liked that. "It's not very fair."

He laughed, nodding. "Well, know that I'm not going to change." You shook your head but stayed there. You pulled him closer, buttoning up the shirt just as he did, and then folding the cuffs as you had noticed he liked to leave them. He enjoyed that with a great goofy smile.

Briefly, his mind wandered to how he didn't have another place besides there. He might have already renewed the campus contract and then planned for another season in Europe. But for the first time in a long time, he found himself questioning that decision. He could go to other places if he wanted; his qualifications allowed him to move beyond where he was. Basically, all it took was his own mind. So he thought about postponing the decision of whether to renew or not. Things might change.

"Turner, aren't you going to be late?" He snapped back to reality, kissing your lips before he actually heard everything you said. His fingers played with the elastic of your knee socks, tugging gently and then letting go, causing you to gasp in pain against his mouth. "It's funny how you want to punish your students but don't even care about arriving on time." You narrowed your eyes, trying to sound intimidating, but your breath gave you away quite well. "You look beautiful like this." He ignored the irony and felt your legs tighten around him. "In my shirt, princess," he whispered between lip nibbles, amused at how easy it was to leave you speechless. He lifted your hips from the sink, aligning your body better with his.

"I want to feel you, taste you on tongue, princess, is that okay?" His nose brushed your face, trying to soothe you as his hands roamed around you, feeling you tense with nervousness. He loved that. Your lips touched his, with wetter and more intense kisses, and you felt silly when you realized from the way he was smiling that he wasn't talking about that. You swallowed hard and nodded. "I just won't know what to do," you said, feeling dizzy as you held your breath. "Don't do anything," his hands comforted your body, and you leaned in so that he could remove the damp fabric from under his (yours) shirt. "Just relax, don't think 'bout it for now." You agreed, eagerly watching him kneel in front of you.

You did as he said, settling in more comfortably and following his eyes as he spread your legs, playing slowly with your socks before slipping your legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh, his nose diving into the area, and then his teeth nibbled the skin as you gasped. He chuckled with delight. "Are you going to teach me how to make you feel good too, Mr. Turner?" He couldn't resist your sweet voice. He nodded, giving a kiss to your center, your flesh glistening in anticipation. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, princess." And then that new, wet, and firm sensation invaded you, your eyes closed, your lips parted in a brief, silent sigh. Your breasts were highlighted in the white t-shirt, so hard that they were attractive to Alex's gaze from time to time.

Your fingers clutched his dark hair, while his eyes remained closed right after taking a great look at you, and he released such a beautiful prolonged, satisfied groan. The taste made him a little dizzy, but he loved every second of it. "You're divine, did you know that?" You couldn't respond anymore; his nose caressed you, and his fingertips marked your delicate skin. He liked the time he was taking; it was nothing more than his tongue, and he relished the sensation of exploring you slowly. You also liked it, and that was enough for him. He could feel his chin wet and his breath falter, but he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. "Don't stop, please." And all you heard was the hum of his confident laughter against you, along with the recent texture of the beard growing, while you only thought about making it easier for him as you spread yourself further and fully surrendered to him. You just knew you would feel the same way tasting him on your lips and tongue.

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[toxic3mmy]

Imagine Alex about to fuck you for the first time and you were wearing the ‘lucky you’ jeans.

(they’re jeans that when you unzip them there’s a piece of fabric that says “Lucky you”)

why is this such a cute idea😭 i can’t make my mind up, would alex be super shy when he saw this or would he be cocky and all smirky abt it??? idk hehe

[also im sorry! this is short but it gets right to the point😛]

prompt: your first time, Alex gets lucky

warnings!! smut!

alex had taken you out to a nice dinner date. the entire night, he was such a perfect gentleman to you.

you really loved him. despite the relationship being only a few months in, you knew you loved him. you had never felt the way that alex made you feel.

and on this night, as you admired alex smiling across from you under the dim restaurant light you thought, damn.. i’d really like to give myself to you..

on the car ride home, it’s honestly all you could think about.

“everything okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes on the road as he drove the two of you home

“yeah, just lost in thought. sorry..”

he opened your car door and led you inside. once inside, you decided to ask.

“alex.. can we, you know..?”

alex froze as he was taking off his shoes at the door. he looked at you nervously

“can we what?”

“can you make love to me?” you said quietly, hoping not to make a fool of yourself

“are you sure? i don’t want you to feel rushed or anything y/n” he finally looked at you, taking your hand in his

“im really sure.. i’ve been thinking about this all night, im ready”

he smiled shyly and led you to his bed. he dimmed the light and turned on some soft music.

“i love you.. i hope you know that y/n” he laid you down

“i do and i love you too” you pecked his lips softly as he hovered above you

“please let me know if im hurting you or if you want me to stop, okay?”

you nodded and pulled his face to yours, connecting your lips once again. the kiss was slow. his lips felt so soft and warm against yours. the aroma of his cologne filled your senses and you never realized how intoxicating it was.

your hands were looped around his neck. you felt alex tilt his face a bit more and his tongue softly pressed your bottom lip. you opened your mouth slightly and tasted him entirely.

you let out a low gasp as your boyfriend tangled his tongue with yours. he groaned into your mouth and you felt a heat building in your core.

“you taste so sweet” he whispered and pecked your lips again before kissing lower

he kissed your jaw and began to suck and bite a hickey into your neck. you squirmed and squeezed your legs together as you began to feel needy for him. he continued to kiss your smooth skin.

“can i take this off?” he asked, politely giving your blouse a small tug and you obliged

he helped you slip off your top along with your bra

“so beautiful..” he murmured against your supple breasts

he kissed and licked your nipples while your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails into his skin as he swirled his tongue around your chest.

he went to take off your jeans. as he unzipped them, he stopped and you looked to see him smirking up at you

“what? whats wrong?” you said breathlessly

“lucky me..” he chuckled and your face fell hot

“did you wear these specifically for me? it’s a bit naughty, don’t you think?” his teasing made you feel more embarrassed

“babe stop! just.. just—”

“just what, chiquita?” his smile never faltered

“just fuck me already” and alex practically growled at your filthy words

he took your jeans and panties off and threw them aside. he proceeded to prop your thighs up and kissed down them, leaving purple marks all over your skin. he finally got to your heat and licked up and down you agonizingly slowly.

your whimpering encouraged him to continue. he took two fingers and entered your tight hole. his mouth focused on your clit. he slowly built up a steady speed, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his tongue swirled deliciously around your throbbing clit.

you wanted more and so without a word, you pulled him up to connect your lips once again as your hands helped him undress.

“eager, are we?” he asked with your lips still against his own

“shut up and fuck me, alexis” his pants and boxers were off now and he went to enter you

he slowly pushed himself in as he positioned himself above you again. your face scrunched up in slight pain as his cock stretched you open

“are you okay? tell me when to move, chiquita” he panted

“im okay.. go ahead”

his hips thrusted in and out of you. slowly, the pain subsided and you felt such an immense sensation of pleasure. you needed more

you pulled alex up in a sitting position and you climbed to sit in his lap. you sat down and felt him enter you again

“oh god… you’re so deep alex… you feel so g-good” your hands were on his shoulders now as you took control

you bounced yourself on his hard cock and alex was moaning incredibly loudly, whimpers of your name left his mouth at every thrust

he leaned back on one arm and brought his free hand to your mouth

“open your mouth” he ordered

he used your saliva to coat his fingers and went to play with your clit. you threw your head back as his fingers rubbed against your clit perfectly. you moved closer to him as you began to feel tired out. your arms hugged him to your chest, your lips on his neck as you moaned into it. he took control and fucked into your pussy while still giving attention to your clit.

“i-im cumming” you stuttered out and alex sped up

he hit you at a new angle and it was enough to drive you over the edge. your hips stuttered and your legs trembled as you came down from your high. alex slid himself out of your tired pussy and began to tug at himself

“where do you want it, princesa?” he groaned, and in turn you opened your mouth and looked up at him with your big doe eyes

“look at you, mouth open and ready for my load. you look so pretty..” he said as his hand quickened and you felt his warm juices all over your face and you tasted him on your tongue

he helped you clean your face and the two of you laid together naked underneath his duvet.

“i think i was the lucky one tonight” you giggled

alex kissed your forehead and whispered sweet nothings to you until you fell asleep

[goblinontour]

Love Is Calling

someone new joins your story

part 7 | series masterlist

warnings: prof!al, age gap (not specified), angst, fluff, smut, handjob, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), piv, choking

word count: 10.5k

The next morning arrived with an unsettling calmness. After the intense and weird night with Alex, you were supposed to visit your parents. It was a promise you had made when you first told them you’d be around. And while a part of you wanted to call and reschedule or something, you thought that maybe a day, or even just a few hours away from Alex might be what you needed. It almost felt necessary. 

The previous night still haunted you. How he had broken down in a way you’d never seen before. Seeing him cry while he was so intimately close to you was almost terrifying. You had hidden your true feelings in the moment, not wanting to make him feel even worse, but the memory lingered. It was unsettling. 

You prepared your things slowly, your mind replaying the events of the night before. Every tear that fell from Alex's eyes onto your skin felt like a heavy drop of sorrow, each one mixing with the sweat of the act between you. His sobs, so raw, so unfiltered, echoed in your ears, a stark contrast to the usual fake confidence and controlled persona he wore almost like a costume. 

Being so close to him, feeling his body tremble with each cry as he moved within you, should have been too much to bear. But you took it. It was a side of him you had never truly seen, not like that, a depth of pain that he had hidden so well until it erupted in the most unexpected of moments.

You found yourself torn between wanting to hold him, to soothe his pain, and the instinct to protect yourself from the overwhelming emotions that his breakdown had unleashed. It was almost frightening to witness someone that could make himself seem so strong fall apart, and it shook you to your core. You felt a need to be there for him and a simultaneous urge to escape and gather your own thoughts.

As he held you down, you couldn't help but feel a pang of something darker. It made you feel almost used, like a tool for his catharsis, even though you knew he would never intentionally hurt you. His tears, his anguish, everything seeped into you, leaving a lingering ache behind. Despite knowing his intentions were never to cause harm, his desperate need for release had left you feeling more like an emotional crutch than a partner. 

The memory of his broken sobs, the way his body shuddered against yours, lingered long after the physical connection had ended. It was a reminder of the fragile line between his cover and the ultimate truth that had been eating at him, a line that Alex had crossed right in front of you. And it was hard to shake off. 

As you finished getting ready, you glanced at your phone, contemplating the call to your parents again. The idea of seeing them, of stepping back into the familiar, felt like a chance to regain some semblance of normalcy. You needed the distance, if only for a little bit, the time to process everything that had happened without the constant presence of him.

You paused at the door, looking back at him again. He was still sleeping, but it had taken him a long time to be able to actually fall asleep. After that moment of clarity, after you had finished…he finished…where he seemed almost okay, he had started crying again. You remembered how helpless you felt, unsure of what to do other than hold him. His sobs had returned, even more heartbreaking than before, and he had clung to you desperately. Eventually, he fell asleep with his head on your chest, soothed by the gentle rhythm of your fingers playing with his hair. 

Both of you were exhausted. He had pushed himself to the point of feeling like he couldn’t breathe. He felt like his own body was betraying him with its overwhelming emotions. He seemed so lost, so unlike the Alex you knew, struggling to stop the tears that kept coming despite his efforts. It was clear that he didn’t want you to see him like that, but there was no hiding it now. He was laid bare before you. All of him. And you were not sure if he was ready to face the aftermath of that. 

You watched him for a moment longer. His face seemed peaceful now in his sleep, but the memory of his anguish was still so, so vivid in your mind. Proof of how fragile he was beneath the facade.

You decided to leave quietly, careful not to make any noise that might wake him, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag with a final glance at the door. 

Once outside, you inhaled deeply, the fresh air filling your lungs and providing a momentary sense of relief. The idea of driving his car felt too connected to him, too much like taking a piece of him with you. Instead, you chose to walk, needing the physical distance and the time to clear your head. The streets were quiet, the early morning light casting long shadows as you moved.

As you walked, your mind eventually wandered back to him, to the way he had looked at you. Part of you wanted to run back, to be there when he woke up, to assure him that everything would be okay. 

The familiar path to your parents' house brought a small sense of comfort, but as the walk seemed to stretch on, you started thinking about what you would say to them. How would you explain what you were feeling without revealing too much? 

Alex stirred, blinking repeatedly as he woke up. The bed felt strangely empty, and he instinctively reached out, expecting to find you beside him. But you weren’t there. There was only the cool, empty space where you should have been. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to piece together why you weren’t there. He had been dreaming of you again, like he often did. And in his dream, everything was perfect, just as it should be.

Then, the memories began to trickle back. You were supposed to visit your parents today, right? Yeah. Yeah…But even knowing that, he couldn't help the pang of disappointment that you weren’t the first thing he saw when he woke up. 

Slowly, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. His unfiltered breakdown, the tears he couldn’t stop, the way he had clung to you. His eyes felt sore as he rubbed them, trying to wake himself up fully. Each touch reminded him of how much he had cried, how he had fallen apart in front of you. 

“Oh fuck.” he whispered to himself, a wave of shame washing over him. He had fucked up. Really, really fucked up. The facade he tried to maintain had shattered, and he had exposed a part of himself he wasn’t sure he could ever take back. 

The room was bathed in the soft light of the early morning, but the sheer silence was deafening. He tried to shake off the remnants of his dream, the idealised version of reality where everything was still okay between you two. But the soreness in his eyes and the tightness in his chest kept reminding him of the truth. He sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache that seemed to permeate his entire body.

He remembered how it had started. How he had tried to maintain control, to keep his emotions in check. But the dam had broken, and once the tears started, they had refused to stop. He had felt so…small. So utterly small and lost in that moment. You had held him, your fingers soothing through his hair, but even in your arms, he couldn’t shake the feeling of drowning himself with his own stupid mind. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting there for a moment as he tried to gather the strength to stand. He had exposed his most vulnerable self to you, and now he was terrified of what that meant. Would you see him differently?

Would you still want him?

He ran a hand through his hair, the reality of your absence suddenly hitting him hard. You had left early, probably needing to escape the mess of what had happened. To escape him. His mess. He couldn’t blame you. He barely understood his own emotions, let alone how you must have felt being on the receiving end of them.

As he stood up and moved around the room, the loneliness settled in even more. Every corner seemed to echo with little reminders of last night, and he found himself reliving each painful moment. The way his body had betrayed him with relentless sobs, how he made you just take it. He felt so ashamed, exposed in a way he had never been before.

He walked to the window, looking out at the still empty street, how everything was slowly starting to wake up outside. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, trying to steady his breathing. He had to pull himself together, had to find a way to make things right when you returned. But the fear gnawed at him…What if he couldn’t? What if he ruined everything? What if-

As the morning light grew brighter, he made a promise to himself. He would try to understand his own pain, to figure out why it had overwhelmed him so completely. And he would find a way to talk to you about it, to apologise for the mess he had placed on you. He couldn’t take back what had happened, but he could try to fix your trust that he felt had been so brutally tested.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he leaned against the window, concentrating on the cool glass against his skin. The memory of another night filtered its way into his mind. It was the first night he had truly let go with you. Right here. Your first night together in any way actually. It hadn't been as intense or overwhelming as the previous night, but it was the first time he had allowed himself to be vulnerable. 

He remembered how he’d drawn a bath that night, and how you’d climbed in behind him, your arms wrapping around his chest as he leaned back against you. The warmth of the water and your embrace had made him feel safe. He could feel your steady heartbeat against his back, your soft murmurs of reassurance helping to ease the tension in his body.

He had told you about the shadows that lingered in his mind, tentatively sharing some parts of himself to you. And you had listened without judgement, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his skin. You had listened with such patience and understanding it had been a revelation to him. He was safe with you, safe enough to let his guard down. That night, you had held him, your presence a comforting balm to his frayed nerves. Tears had come then too, but they were different. Quiet, softer, less consuming. He had managed to keep himself together, feeling a sense of relief in the release but not overwhelmed by it. 

Since that night, he had prided himself on maintaining control, on keeping the darker parts of himself hidden. He tried. And there were many points where he didn’t even have to try anymore, he could just let himself be. But he always wanted to be strong for you, to be the person you could rely on. And last night had just shattered that illusion he created for himself. Now he was left to pick up the pieces. The contrast between the two nights was stark, though at the same time it only showed him that he hadn’t changed as much as he thought. His control over himself was just as fragile. 

Thinking back to that night made him feel like…maybe it was okay to be vulnerable with you. And he didn’t have to get himself to that point of breaking. He hoped that despite the roughness of last night, you would still see him the same way. That you could still be his safe spot, even after witnessing him in a way that he wished he could take back. 

Alex sighed deeply, his thoughts pressing heavily on him as he moved to discard the last of the clothes he still had on from last night. He peeled off his sweatpants and boxers, feeling the uncomfortable stickiness of dried cum against his skin. The need to cleanse himself of it was overwhelming. 

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, washing away the physical residue of the night. As the water pounded against his skin, he closed his eyes, trying to let the warmth soothe his aching muscles. He scrubbed his skin almost aggressively, as if he could erase the memories along with the sweat and tears.

After a while, he reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He moved to the mirror, finally daring to see his true state, bracing himself before looking up. The sight that greeted him was worse than he had expected. His eyes were bloodshot red and puffy, almost disappearing into the puffiness of his face, swollen from the hours of crying. His eyelids felt heavier with each blink. Dark circles hung heavy beneath them, evidence of the sleepless night, adding to the weariness etched on his face. His nose was red and raw, the skin irritated from the constant rubbing. His lips, usually a soft pink, were chapped and dry now. The overall effect was startling. Seeing himself like this brought a fresh wave of shame over him. It was humbling. And it made him realise just how much he had been hiding, even from himself.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, feeling the weight of his reflection staring back at him. Taking another deep breath, he decided that today would be about changing that. As difficult as it was, he had to confront his own vulnerability, not just for his sake, but for yours too. He had to find a way to navigate this in a way that didn’t rely on the fragile illusion of control. As his fingers moved through his hair, he noticed the grey strands scattered throughout, stark against the darker brown. They were more prominent in the harsh morning light. Normally, he didn't mind them, they were just signs of ageing. But in moments like these, they served as reminders of the gap between your lives.

Each grey hair seemed to glint in the light, accentuating the tired lines around his eyes. He could quite literally see the passage of time etched into his reflection, a contrast to your youth and vibrancy. And it wasn’t just the age difference. It was the accumulated emotional baggage he carried and that you didn’t deserve to bear.

He kept analysing his face, running his hand over his chin and down his neck, feeling the rough stubble growing in. I should shave…Yeah, I should, he thought. He began searching through his stuff but he couldn't find the things he needed. Of course, he still forgot something. Of course. Frustration bubbled up as he rifled through drawers and cabinets, finally finding an old shaving kit. Probably from when he was still in university himself and lived here. It felt like so long ago as he got out the brush and everything. 

The familiarity of it brought a faint, bittersweet smile to his face. He dipped the brush into the warm water, swirling it around in the soap. He started to lather it up on his face, careful to get all the spots thoroughly. The scent was comforting as it invaded his nostrils, a nostalgic reminder of simpler times. He applied it, methodically covering every inch of stubble. The repetitive motion was soothing. 

He carefully shaved, each stroke of the razor precise. As the razor glided over his skin, revealing the smoothness beneath, he felt a small sense of renewal, as cliché as it sounded. It was a minor change, but it made a difference. He rinsed his face and patted it dry, the coolness of the towel a relief against his raw skin.

Finally, he looked at himself again. He still saw the tiredness. He was far from okay. But he was taking steps, however small, to regain some semblance of control over himself. 

The sun warmed Alex's face as he stepped outside and started walking down the street, its rays almost feeling like they were burning  through his hair with their intensity. It made his scalp tingle. He decided to walk, clear his mind and get a feel of the world around him. 

The idea of buying you flowers popped into his head. It’s probably a dumb idea, he thought. Yes, it’s dumb. Maybe. But he didn’t know how else to start. Maybe it was a small gesture, but it was something tangible, something that could express what he couldn't yet find the words to say.

As he kept walking, he noticed the vibrant colours of summer flowers in bloom, their scents mixing with the city air. Each step felt heavy, but at least he found a purpose for them now. Physically, he felt drained, he felt the exhaustion from the previous night in his bones, his steps almost feeling like they required more effort than usual, but the fresh air was invigorating, and the sun’s warmth was comforting now. 

His thoughts, however, were still in a tangle. He wondered if you would even appreciate the gesture, if flowers could somehow begin to make up for what he had shown of himself. He questioned if he could ever truly piece himself back together, or if the fragments of his facade would always be there, waiting to crumble again. Anyway. At least he was doing something, taking an action, however small, to show that he cared about getting through this. He knew that you knew he cared about you. And he did, very much. Too much to let you go. 

As he approached the florist, the colourful display of blooms brought a slight lift to his spirits. He took a deep breath, letting the smell of flowers envelop him. He took a moment to choose the perfect arrangement, hoping it could convey even a fraction of what he felt. Or at least that the vibrant colours and fresh scent would bring a smile to your face. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. 

On his way back to the apartment, after making a stop at the shops to grab some stuff, Alex lit a cigarette, trying to ease the tension still lingering within him. He was deep in thought, puffing smoke into the warm afternoon air, when he was stopped in his tracks by a small, unexpected obstacle that caught his attention. He almost didn't notice it in time, halting abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk.

A pair of tiny eyes stared up at him, wide and curious. The streets were eerily empty, and it was just him and this little creature…a kitten, no more than a few weeks old. They stared at each other, neither stepping away, caught in a silent exchange. They didn’t move for a long moment, each assessing the other. 

Alex didn’t know what compelled him, but he felt an undeniable urge to act. Something about the kitten's innocent gaze stirred something inside him. He stubbed his cigarette out on the sole of his boot, shoving the butt back into the pack. Without thinking any further, he bent down, carefully scooped up the tiny ball of fluff, and fled the scene. 

What am I doing? he thought, his mind racing. He started walking faster, struggling to keep hold of the flowers, the shop bags, his own bag, and now this kitten cradled awkwardly in his arms. It fit snugly in one hand though, and it mewed softly, its small body trembling slightly against his palm. Alex felt a strange sense of responsibility settle over him. He wasn’t sure where this sudden impulse had come from, but he knew he couldn’t leave it behind. 

As he hurried back, the kitten nestled closer, its tiny heartbeat palpable against his fingers. It let out a small meow, its tiny voice barely audible above the thudding of his heart. Alex's thoughts swirled, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter was somehow significant, a small piece of light amidst the chaos as he nestled it closer to his chest, its tiny claws digging into his shirt, but he held on tight.

He finally made it back to the apartment, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside. He set the flowers down on the kitchen counter, the bags tumbling beside them. His hands still cradled the fragile life he had impulsively decided to save. He glanced around and it was then that he realised he had nothing for the kitten. No food, no litter, no supplies. Nothing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he muttered to himself, pacing around the room. He needed to go back to the store, didn't he? Okay. 

He hurried into the bedroom, carefully placing the kitten on the floor. “You stay there, alright?” he said, gesturing with his hands in the air as if the tiny creature could understand him. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He turned around, closing the door to the room just so that it wouldn’t wander too far. He didn’t need it to get lost inside the house now.

With a sense of urgency, he grabbed his keys and headed back out the door, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination driving his steps as he made his way back to the store, hoping to find everything he needed to care for the unexpected new addition to his life.

He returned, struggling with two full bags in his hands, having grabbed anything and everything that might be useful for the kitten. He had no idea what he needed and he couldn't bring himself to ask anyone for help, so he just bought everything that seemed remotely necessary. 

As he opened the bedroom door, he realised the kitten was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in as he searched under the bed, on the bed, and around the room. He couldn't be going insane. It was real. He searched everywhere. There weren’t many places for it to hide. Then, he heard a sound from the drawer he had left open. He often did that, and had hurt his toes too many times by bumping into it.

Crouching down in front of his sock drawer, he felt a wave of relief. “There you are.” he said softly, reaching in to grab the kitten, which was half-buried inside one of his socks. He gently pulled it off its head and couldn't help but smile as he was greeted by its tiny face. The kitten mewed softly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Gently getting up, kitten in hand, he carried it to the living room. The small creature's trust in him was endearing, and he felt a renewed sense of purpose. “Alright, little one, let's get you settled.” he murmured, setting up a makeshift bed with some soft towels and laying out food and water. The kitten immediately started exploring its new surroundings, sniffing at everything with curiosity.

As he watched it, Alex felt a strange but welcome calm. This tiny, unexpected life had brought a sense of normalcy and responsibility that he desperately needed. And as he sat there, observing its tentative steps, he realised that perhaps this was exactly what he needed to start putting his own pieces back together.

He didn't even notice how fast the time went by. You should be back soon enough. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face you, but he desperately needed to see you at the same time. To distract himself, he decided to start preparing dinner. Cooking was something he loved, especially for you, though he didn't get to do it often. 

He began chopping vegetables and prepping whatever he needed, losing himself in the rhythm. Then, suddenly, he felt tiny, albeit very sharp, claws poking his feet. Looking down, he saw the kitten crying and pawing at his leg. “No, no, don't cry.” he said, crouching down. With his hands covered in food, he couldn't pet the it, but it didn't seem to matter. The kitten started climbing up his leg with astounding determination. Alex struggled to support it with his arm as he reached for a towel, trying to prevent it from falling.

And to his surprise, the kitten stopped crying as soon as it reached his chest. “You wanna stay here, huh?” he said softly. He wiped his hands and tied his t-shirt in a way that created a makeshift pouch, secure enough for the kitten to nestle in. It worked surprisingly well, though he thought he probably looked a bit silly with his shirt tied at his waist. But it didn’t matter because the tiny life nestled against him added a strange but comforting layer of companionship.

“We're gonna cook for mummy together, yeah?” Alex said softly, glancing down at the kitten sitting snugly in his pouch. He smiled at the fluff-ball, which seemed surprisingly content, its little head peeking out from under the fabric of his shirt. 

With the kitten snug against him, Alex resumed his cooking, moving slow as to not disturb it. Every now and then, he murmured softly to it, sharing the steps of his cooking process as if the kitten could understand. “First, we chop the vegetables, nice and fine.” he explained, demonstrating the motion with his knife. “But I already did that without you, sorry bud.” the kitten watched intently, its eyes wide and curious. “Then we sauté them like this in the pan until they're soft.” Alex couldn't help but chuckle at its focused expression. “You're a natural, you know that?” he whispered, continuing his work. 

The kitchen filled with the aromas of the meal, the sound of sizzling vegetables and the occasional meow from the kitten creating a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. He felt a delicate balance beginning to re-establish itself within his mind. With each step of the meal prep, he felt more grounded, more connected to the simple act of caring for something, vulnerable, much like his feelings towards you.

You opened the door, feeling the familiar sense of relief that washed over you at the sight of home. Home...he was home. The range hood was running at full power, a sign that Alex was out of bed, up and about. That was good. 

You put your bag down, slipped off your shoes, and walked to the kitchen. What you saw stopped you in your tracks. Alex was staring at you, slightly startled. He probably didn’t hear you come in over all the noise. But what really caught your eye was the pair of tiny eyes peering out from inside his shirt, mirroring Alex’s shocked expression perfectly.

Alex looked up at you, a tentative smile playing on his lips. “Hi.” he said softly, watching your reaction.

“Are you serious?” you asked, pointing to the kitten nestled in his shirt.

“What?” he responded, glancing down at the kitten and then back at you.

“Where did you get that?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

He looked down at the kitten again, then back up at you. “I found it on the street. I- I was buying you flowers, they’re right there,” he pointed to the table where a bouquet was now nicely tucked in a vase, “And I just…I couldn’t leave it there…Are you mad?” His voice grew weaker with the question, uncertainty filling his eyes.

“Of course I’m not mad.” you said, moving closer to take a proper look at the kitten.

Alex put down the spoon he was holding and stepped back from the stove. As you got closer, he felt a wave of relief and added warmth wash over him. Having you close again, almost like nothing had happened…Fuck. You’d still need to talk, but in this moment, with you beside him and the tiny kitten nestled against his tummy, he couldn’t think about that. 

You tried to gently take the kitten from his shirt, but it clung to him so tightly that you quickly gave up. Alex chuckled softly, “You wanna stay with daddy, that's right, hehe.”

You sat down at the table, watching him finish cooking dinner. He looked so focused, his arms strong and defined in the snug t-shirt he wore. The way he had tied it at his waist accentuated his lean figure, emphasising the subtle curve of his waist. His hair, clearly freshly washed, looked so fluffy and soft, practically inviting you to run your fingers through it. His movements were sure and practised. You knew he was a good cook, he’d cook for you any chance he got. 

As he worked, the smell of food filled your senses, mingling with the scent of the flowers he had bought for you. It was a strange yet comforting contrast, this little domestic scene. Alex glanced at you occasionally, a soft smile tugging at his lips, as if reassured by your presence. And you eventually got lost in thought. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away. 

The kitten mewed softly, drawing your attention back to Alex, who was now plating the food carefully. Dinner was quiet. Intimate. You shared the meal, exchanging small talk and letting the food fill the silence. The little baby eventually fell asleep in its pouch, and Alex gently transferred it to a soft blanket on the sofa before joining you there. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the room, and for a while, it felt like everything might just be okay.

But as the silence settled in, the earlier awkwardness began to creep back. You watched him. He watched you. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I should explain myself.” he said quietly.

You could’ve pretended that it was fine, postponed it for a little while longer, but you nodded, “Yeah.”

He took a deep breath, looking down at his hands. “When we went to see my parents, things…escalated. You know I told you to go to the car?” you nodded, remembering very well. “Yeah, well…they said some things about us, about our relationship. They’re afraid of the consequences of us being together, seeing as I’m your professor and…I don’t know, that triggered something in me, filled me with all this…I don’t even know what to call it.”

He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. “I started to question everything. I didn’t want to be taking advantage of you in any way. I was scared that I might be, and that you couldn’t see it, and that I couldn’t see it either.”

His voice wavered, and he looked at you, “I love you, but their words made me doubt myself, made me feel like I was doing something wrong by being with you. And that fear just…consumed me, I guess.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his. “Alex, you’re not taking advantage of me. It’s not wrong…Can’t you see it? I chose to be with you, just as you chose to be with me. We both know what we want.”

He squeezed your hand, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry for how I acted, for breaking down like that and for…for how I came onto you.”

You took a deep breath, wanting to show him how much you trusted him. “Al, it’s okay. I know you, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I trust you.”

He nodded, your words settling in. “I’m going to talk to them tomorrow. I want to go over there and explain everything, set things straight. I want them to know we’re serious about this.”

You could see the determination in his eyes, to confront his fears and the doubts. “That’s a good idea.” you said, squeezing his hand reassuringly and then settling back to your side. 

To lighten the mood, you poked at him with your foot from the other side of the couch. He had his left leg propped over his right, and he touched you right back with a playful nudge. A small smile began to tug at his lips. You kept pushing him gently, each time intended to get that smile out fully. 

Finally, he laughed softly, the sound warming the space between you. That smile, the one you loved so much, returned to his face, and it felt like a small victory to see it. 

Alex grabbed you gently and pulled you on top of him, settling back down on the sofa. One of his hands played with your hair, fingers weaving through the strands, while the other rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours with each breath, hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. It felt incredible.

“Mmm…I think you’re the lady of my life.” he murmured, letting himself fully enjoy the moment. His voice was soft, and you snuggled closer, feeling a sense of peace wash over you both.

“Am I?” you asked, your voice light with curiosity. But before Alex could respond, the kitten jumped onto your back, instantly grabbing the attention of you both. 

“I'll have to get used to sharing you now.” you laughed softly. 

“Looks like it.” Alex giggled, the sound light and happy. 

The kitten settled down, curling up and falling asleep on your back. You didn’t realise it at first until Alex pointed it out, “Guess you can’t move.”

“You’re stuck with us now.” you murmured. 

The next morning, you were in bed checking something on your phone while Alex was getting ready to leave for his parents’. As usual, he was taking way too long. His shirt was half-buttoned, but his pants were nowhere to be seen as he paced around the room. 

You heard him swear and looked up to see him. He had left the drawer open again, of course, and he hit himself, again. He looked through it only to find the tiny cat inside, again.

“Oh, come onnn, not my socks.” he said, taking the kitten out and turning around to show it to you. “Look what he did.”

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw its little head poking out from a hole in the material. 

“He ripped them.” Alex laughed, trying to fake a frown at the same time.

“It's a boy?” you asked, still giggling.

“I think so,” Alex responded, turning it around in his hands to take a look, “Yep, surely a boy.”

“What do you wanna name him then?”

He took a moment to look at him, and then it was like something clicked. “Sock.”

“Really, Alex? Sock?” you asked.

“Well, he loves sleeping inside my socks.”

“I would've expected something more poetic from you, Mr. Turner.” you playfully shot back.

“Yeah, well, you should lower your expectations then. It's gonna be Sock.” Alex gave you a sheepish smile as he carefully set the kitten down on the bed. 

Sock seemed quite content, its tiny claws kneading into the soft duvet. Alex knelt down, giving him a gentle scratch behind the ears before standing up and running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, I need to get ready.” he said, more to himself than to you, as he moved to find his pants. You watched him, noticing how he seemed a bit more at ease than the day before. He continued the search for his pants, mumbling to himself as he checked various piles of clothes scattered around the room. “I swear I put them here somewhere…”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You always lose things when you're stressed.”

He glanced at you with a half-smile, finally spotting his pants draped over the back of a chair. “Found them!” he announced triumphantly, quickly slipping into them. He finished buttoning his shirt, tucking it in.

As he turned to leave, he paused and came back to you, his hands gently cupping your face. He leaned in for a kiss, and you felt yourself melting into him. You didn't want to tear yourself apart from him. 

Instinctively, you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, the force almost making him lose his balance. He braced himself against the headboard just in time, deepening the kiss as you felt him groan softly into it. 

Reluctantly, he pulled back, his eyes filled with emotion. “I have to go…” he whispered.

You nodded, “I know.” though not letting him go. 

He took a second to look at you, and then his lips were back on yours. The kiss was intense, filled with unspoken words and pent-up emotions. Your hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer and closer until you pulled him onto the bed, and he followed willingly, his body pressing against yours. The desperation in his kiss matched your own. 

It felt so good, so right. You shoved your hand past the waistband of his pants, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his underwear. He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. “I should go...” he said, his voice shaky.

“You should.” you replied, but neither of you stopped. 

You kissed and kissed until he melted into you, your tongues tangling, breaths mingling, the kiss deepening, growing more urgent. He melted into you. 

“Lie down.” you murmured.

And he did. He obeyed, positioning himself over your legs with his head resting on your knees so he could still kiss you when you bent down. His fingers fumbled with the button of his pants desperately, pushing them down as quickly as he could to give you access. 

“Please.” he whispered, tugging on your top, pulling it down to reveal one of your breasts. 

He reached out, cupping your breast gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple. You moaned softly, your hand slipping inside his underwear to grasp him fully. The feel of him, hard and pulsing in your hand, made you go crazy. He thrust into your hand, his movements frantic and needy. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at you, his lips parting slightly. You could see the need in his eyes, the same need you felt. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over your nipple, sucking gently, his eyes closing as he moaned around it. 

“Alex.” you breathed, and he looked up at you again. You leaned down to kiss him again, your hand moving rhythmically. His hips bucked against you, seeking more friction, more contact. You responded by tightening your grip slightly, earning another groan from him. The sound was intoxicating, driving you to push him further, to give him everything he craved and needed. 

“Please…” he repeated, his voice a raw whisper, filled with need. The kitten mewed softly in the background, reminding you of his presence, but in that moment, all you could focus on was Alex, on the way he made you feel. The way you made him feel. Everything about him. 

Time seemed to stand still as you both got lost in the sensations, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His breathing became ragged, his grip on your shirt tightening as he neared his release. You increased the pace, your own excitement building in response to the pure look of pleasure on his face. 

“God, I love you.” he whispered against your lips. 

“I love you too.” you replied. 

His hips bucked in broken movements into your fist wrapped around his cock, his mouth falling open and his eyes rolling back as he came. The intensity of his orgasm hit him hard, cum shooting out and splattering his shirt, completely ruining it. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had you. 

He panted, his body shuddering, and then he whispered, “I don’t want to get up.”

You knew he had to go, that there were things that needed to be said and done, but you couldn’t help but kiss him for just a minute longer. 

Eventually, he sighed and got up, reluctantly pulling away. He glanced at his ruined shirt and chuckled softly. “Well, this one’s done for.”

He changed into a different one, one he thankfully had ironed, and looked back at you, his eyes lingering, wishing he could stay. But he had to go now, or else he’d lose the courage he managed to build up for himself, and he needed to set things right with his parents.

As he grabbed his keys and wallet from the nightstand, you got out of bed and walked over to him. “Good luck.” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Thanks.” he said, leaning in for one last kiss, this time on your forehead, before heading out the door. And he hugged you tightly. “I'll see you later.” 

You watched him leave, the door closing softly behind him. Sock mewed from the bedroom, drawing your attention back to him. You went over there and scooped him up, cradling him in your arms. “Looks like it's just you and me for now, little guy.” 

A few days later, you were reading in bed, lying on your front, though not completely immersed in your book. Alex had been working in his office nearly all day, and you found yourself wishing he’d be done already. Right as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his hands on the back of your thigh. You pretended not to be affected, but you were. Oh…how you were. The sexual tension had been brewing for a while. He hadn’t touched you like this since that night, other than the quick moment before he had to leave. But that one didn’t count. 

You kept reading, trying to maintain your focus, but then you felt him start placing kisses on the inside of your thighs. His lips were soft and warm, each kiss sending a shiver through you. He pulled your underwear to the side from under your skirt, running a finger along your entrance, teasing you. You tried your best to keep reading, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you, but it was useless.

“Please…” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. 

With that, he didn’t need anything else. He pulled down your skirt and panties in one go, undressing himself as he let you take care of your top. You fumbled with the buttons, your hands trembling with anticipation. 

Alex climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He lowered his head, his breath warm against your skin, and began to kiss his way up your thighs again. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the tension between you building with each touch, each kiss.

His lips trailed along your spine. He paused at the small of your back, shifting to lie down more comfortably next to you, his head right next to your hip. His kisses continued along your side, his hands caressing your body. His fingers splayed on your ass, sometimes slipping between your cheeks just to tease you. 

As his own need grew, he moved lower, hugging your legs to himself. His kisses became more urgent, and you could feel his breath hot against your skin. He nuzzled closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thighs. 

His hands gripped your thighs firmly as he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin. His movements were slow and deliberate, driving you wild with need. You felt his tongue flick out, teasing you, and you couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. 

You arched your back slightly, pushing your hips towards him, silently begging for more. He responded by running his tongue along your entrance, making you grip the sheets between your fingers. 

His fingers joined in, slipping inside you with ease. His only goal was to see you cum, to make you feel so good that you couldn't think of anything else. He kept a steady rhythm, his fingers moving with precision, slowly fucking your brains out. His hand was getting wet from how much you were dripping, his wrist starting to ache slightly, but he couldn't stop. You looked so pretty, you sounded so pretty, all because of him. His gaze was fixed on you, drinking in every reaction. Your gasps and moans spurred him on, his determination unwavering. 

He watched as your body tensed and writhed under his touch, his fingers bringing you closer to the edge. He curled them inside you, hitting just the right spot, making you cry out. The sight of you, so lost in the pleasure he was giving you, fueled him. He pressed his thumb against your clit, adding to the exquisite torture, the rhythm of his fingers never faltering.

Your whole body trembled, teetering on the brink of release. His hand almost felt numb, but he ignored the discomfort. He was entranced by you and the way you responded to his touch. He leaned in, murmuring soft words of encouragement, his voice a low, soothing hum.

“That's it, baby,” he whispered, “Let go for me. I want to see you come.”

The combination of his words and the relentless motion of his fingers sent you over the edge. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, your body arching off the bed as you came, your walls clenching around his fingers.

Alex didn't stop, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering mess beneath him. Only then did he slow his movements, easing you back down from that high. He gently withdrew his fingers, his eyes filled with pride and adoration even though you couldn’t see them. 

He bent your legs, positioning himself to kiss his way up, whispering how beautiful you were with each press of his lips. His kisses were soft, lingering on the tender skin of your calves, then moving upward. He licked a path from your knee to your feet, the wet feeling making you shiver under him. 

As he reached them, he took each one in his hands, massaging them gently. His fingers pressed into the soles, kneading away any remaining tension. His tongue traced along your arch, a contrast to the firm pressure of his thumbs. He seemed to take his time, savouring each moment, every second of it. 

His hands then moved up and down your calves, massaging them with firm but gentle strokes. The sensation was both relaxing and arousing, his touch igniting every nerve ending. His kisses followed, each one a reminder of his devotion to you. 

“You're so beautiful.” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “Perfect.”

You felt cherished, adored, every part of you attended to with such care as his hands and mouth continued their worship, making you feel like the most precious person in the world.

He pulled away, lying back against the headboard with a smile tugging at his lips, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. 

“What? You’re getting old? Can’t fuck me anymore?” you joked, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Want you on top…” he said, extending his arm toward you as a sign to come closer.

“Mhmm…” you replied, positioning yourself in his lap.

“I’m always on top. Come on.” he added with a grin.

Just then, you felt something else on top of the bed. Sock had joined you, the kitten’s curious eyes watching intently.

“Oh, fucking hell, Sock. Not now.” Alex whined, gently getting up from underneath you to nudge the little one out of the room. “Sorry, poppet, but you’ll have to wait for a bit.” he said as he closed the door, Sock outside.

As he walked back to you, you admired the sight of him. His body, completely naked. Beautiful. It caught the light just right. The lines of his lower abdomen were sharply defined, leading down to his erect cock, which bounced slightly with each step. And that stupid smile on his face as he brushed his hair back with his hand made your heart flutter.

You reached out to him, your desire for him only growing stronger with each passing second. Alex climbed back onto the bed, his hands immediately finding your hips as he guided you back into his lap. His lips met yours in a searing kiss and you felt him moving his hips, his cock rubbing against you, teasing you mercilessly. He was so close to being inside you, almost there, but not quite slipping in. The friction was intoxicating. 

His hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding you to move with him. The sensation was maddening, and you couldn't help but let out a moan of frustration. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling gently. 

You rocked your hips against him, desperately trying to find that sweet spot, but he maintained his teasing rhythm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back, positioning his cock properly. You felt the tip of it right against your entrance, and you pushed down onto him, needing to feel him inside you already. 

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to the sensation. You both moaned at the feeling. Being intimate with your special person when you had been apart for so long was unmatched. His shaky gasps you felt against your lips when you started slowly moving were everything. Feeling him clawing at your back, to release all his tension that’s been built up. Alex watched you ride his cock slowly, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop himself from moving his hips in time with yours. 

“Please, ah- Al-” you moaned.

“Tell me what you want…Exactly what you want.”

“Fuck me…” you breathed out.

“Tell me how you crave me…” he said, his voice dripping with need.

“I need you so bad-” you gasped, “So bad…it’s not enough.”

With that, he flipped you around, thrusting hard into you, making you grip the sheets and press your face into the pillow on one side.

“Look at me.” he ordered.

You struggled to keep your head straight, his thrusts making it almost impossible. He didn’t hold back, his movements powerful and precise, fucking you senseless. You could feel yourself drooling, almost crying from how good he was making you feel.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies moving together, the bed creaking beneath you, and your combined moans and gasps. Alex’s intensity drove you wild, his determination to pleasure you making you feel like the most desired person in the world. The relentless pace pushed you closer to the edge, and you could feel the build-up of another orgasm already. 

He moved your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to get even deeper. The new angle made him groan, the sensation overwhelming him in the best way. He couldn’t get enough of you, burying himself inside you as deeply as he could with each thrust. It would never be enough, but it was the most he could physically do, and he wanted to give you everything.

Seeing him like this, handling you however he wanted, was incredibly hot. Fuck. It was such a turn-on to witness him not holding back at all.

“M- More.” you begged, babbling random nonsense to him.

He looked you right in the eyes as he brought his hand up to your neck, choking you gently. He watched every expression you made, listened to every sound as he pulled almost all the way out just to thrust harder into you.

It felt so good that almost no sound came out of your mouths anymore. Your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure, his cock inside you, the way your legs were bent to such an extreme they were going numb, the pressure on your neck from his hand…It was all too much and just perfect.

“Fuck, I’m close.” he groaned, his voice strained with need. His hand slipped from your neck to grip your hip tightly. “Can I come inside?”

“Please, please, I want to feel it.” you panted. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final thrust, he buried himself as deep inside you as he could. His hips stopped their movements as he came, his body trembling. You could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, the sensation pushing you over the edge once more, leaving you both breathless and spent. Alex collapsed against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you both caught your breaths. 

As you tried to get up to clean up in the bathroom, he clung to you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He hugged you from behind and walked with you until you gently shut the bathroom door in front of his face, giggling.

He sighed to himself and made his way to the office to grab his pack of cigarettes from the desk, still naked. He didn't care enough to get dressed. And he wouldn’t mind spending more time with nothing separating him from you. He got back to the bedroom right as you exited the en-suite, joining him back in bed.

“Do you mind?” he asked before lighting the cigarette.

You shook your head 'no', settling on his chest, hugging him to you. Sock eventually joined too, you could hear his little paws on the wood floors before he jumped on the bed. 

Alex took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke softly as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. The room felt peaceful, filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing and soft purring in the background. 

“I like when you take over,” you said softly, “It's hot.”

Alex's face turned an even deeper shade of pink, and he got all shy, so you dropped it, brushing his hair back as you looked up at him.

“I think I wanna buy a new car.” he said suddenly.

“That came out of nowhere.” you replied, surprised.

“I've been thinking about it for some time,” he continued, stopping to take another drag, “I actually have an appointment to check one out in a few days. I think I forgot to mention it to you, I just remembered now.” 

“What kind do you want to get?” you asked, curious.

He smiled and shook his head. “You should come with me, we can choose together.”

Your curiosity piqued even more at his response. “Really? Want my input?”

“Of course.” he said, taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly. “So you won’t get to make fun of it anymore. Plus, I trust your taste.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “My taste?”

He smiled, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Yeah, you did choose me, after all.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks warm. “Well, you are a pretty good choice.”

He wrapped his arm around you tighter, his smile widening. “Exactly. So, no worries about the car.”

You laughed softly. “Alright, I’m in.” 

You snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The peaceful silence returned as you lay together, Sock curling up at your feet. 

You two finished up pretty fast at the dealership. You settled on a car relatively quickly. And it was a nice one, something sleek and modern that felt like a good fit for both of you. Safe to say you were both pleased. 

Now getting back inside his old car, you were surprised that Alex insisted on driving. The ride back home was going to be long, but apparently not long enough for him to not wanna drive. 

About halfway through the trip, he caught you off guard by pulling off the road into a quiet, secluded field. Once he stopped and pulled the brake, he bent over to your side and kissed you. You giggled at his spontaneity.

“What are you doing?” you asked, still laughing as he kissed all over your face, holding your head in place with his arms.

“I think we should give my old ‘grandpa’ car a nice goodbye, don’t you?” he said with a grin, pulling you over his lap. You gasped at the sudden action, the tight space between the seats making it a bit challenging, but he was careful, making sure nothing got hurt in the process.

“Alex, we're in the middle of nowhere!” you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-mortified.

“Exactly,” he smirked, “No one’s around. It’s just us.” His hands moved to your waist, guiding you to straddle him. 

You settled onto his lap, the car's familiar scent mixing with his even more familiar one. He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming your back, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat radiating between you two, the confined space of the car adding to the excitement. He tugged at your shirt, lifting it over your head. And then his lips found yours again, more urgent this time, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Are you sure?” you whispered, feeling the anticipation build up inside you.

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “Yeah. I want to remember it for more than just going to work.”

You couldn't help but smile at his sentiment. His hands moved to unbutton his jeans, and you shifted to help him, the space cramped but manageable. The car's seats creaked under your movements, and the windows would’ve been fogging up from your heavy breathing and the sheer heat if they weren’t already open. Alex's hands slipped under your skirt, making you gasp against his mouth as he grabbed at you harshly.

“Thank god you wore a skirt.” he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips.

“You told me to wear it, remember?” you shot back, your breath hitching as he unhooked your bra.

“Mhmmm, lucky coincidence.” he whispered, his fingers deftly removing the garment. Your nipples brushed against his shirt, sending shivers down your spine.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” you asked, gasping as he left tiny bites on your shoulder.

“Maybe…Did I tell you I’ve been hard the whole way here?” he replied, his voice low and husky. “Let’s give it a proper farewell.” he murmured against your skin. 

Finally, with both of you ready, Alex guided you onto him, the sensation making you both moan in unison. You moved together, the rhythm slow at first, adjusting to the tight space. But soon, the urgency took over, and you rode him harder, the car rocking slightly with your movements.

His hands gripped your hips, his head falling back against the seat, eyes closed in pleasure. “God, you feel so good.” he groaned, his voice husky.

You leaned down, wanting to capture his lips in a kiss, but he stopped you by placing his fingers on your lips, slowly shoving two past them. He watched intently as you took them into your mouth. The image of your lips wrapped around his fingers fucked with his head so bad, and he didn’t even know why. Your plump, wet, and shiny lips, the feeling of your tongue moving under his digits. Fuck. Having your pretty little lips around his fingers while he pounded into you was something else.

He kept you in place by the hips, harshly thrusting deeper just to hear your cries over him, silently begging him to destroy you. His grip tightened as he continued to thrust harder, his breath ragged and his eyes fixed on your mouth, watching the way you took him everywhere.

“Fuckkk…” he groaned again, the sight of you driving him wild. You could feel him twitch inside you, the rhythm becoming more desperate. The mix of his fingers in your mouth and his cock inside you created an obscene sensation, pushing you both closer to the edge.

He spit onto his other hand, using it to rub your clit as you ground your hips into him. The added stimulation was all you needed. His fingers in your mouth, the drool dripping from the corners, and the way he touched you just right were too much. You came hard, your walls clenching around him, a muffled cry escaping as you bit down gently on his fingers.

The sight of you, utterly lost in pleasure, pushed him over the edge. He came deep inside you, his own moans mixing with yours. Finally, you leaned back, releasing his fingers from your mouth, both of you smiling at the intensity of the moment. Alex’s hands moved to gently caress your hips, his touch tender now,  

“That was…” you started, but words failed you.

“A perfect goodbye.” Alex finished for you, a satisfied smile on his lips.

You laughed softly, “Definitely unforgettable.” you agreed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He pulled you up just a bit, enough to slip out of you, quickly pulling your panties back in place to prevent his cum from dripping out. “Don’t wanna ruin the seats now.” he said, patting you gently over the material.

He opened the door and shifted to get out while also placing you in his seat. Adjusting himself back into place in his pants, he lit a cigarette. The sun was setting behind him, casting a warm glow that made him look almost ethereal. You wanted to capture it, to remember him like that forever. 

You remembered he probably had a camera stashed in the glove compartment and…Yes! There it was. You turned it on and turned back to him.

“I’m gonna miss this old thing.” he said with a smile, glancing around at the car, and you managed to capture it perfectly, right on time. He didn’t even notice until the bright flash went off, covering his face with his hand.

“Stoppp.” he said, and his undeniable smile was still visible no matter how hard he tried to hide.

You got out as well, and he helped you put your top back on, his fingers deftly working the buttons that got undone in the heat of the moment when he simply pulled it off. He brushed your hair back, his touch was gentle, and he leaned in to kiss you against the side of the car. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours, “I love you.” he whispered, his thumb brushing your cheek. 

He kissed you one last time before helping you back into the passenger seat. The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, both of you lost in your thoughts, enjoying the lingering warmth of your impromptu ‘goodbye’.

a/n: i’m so attached to him…i don’t know what else to say, i hope you like it

tags: @4chaos @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @aacheinthejaw @hellcatshalalalaa @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica

[tpwk-formula1]

pizza order:

George Russell🩵

Sicilian Crust

alfredo sauce

pepperoni

chicken

spinach

old fashion

dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian crust dating alfredo sauce sweet sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" chicken "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" old fashion drunk sex dessert yes served by George Russell

George x gf! reader

TW - unprotected sex, edging, creampie

WC 900+

Y/N POV

"Georgie, are you about ready?" I ask my boyfriend of 4 years through a slurred speech. We had gone out tonight with Lily and Alex needing a night to let loose and have some fun.

"Ya, let's go," George says while grabbing my hand to find Alex and Lily to tell them bye before heading to where our Uber was picking us up.

When we get back to our place it takes us no time to strip ourselves from our clothes and pull each other in for a headed makeout session.

"Fuck, Georgie," I moans when I feel him slip 2 fingers into my folds to find out soaked I was for him.

"Fuck, have you been thinking about this all night?" George questions with a smirk on his face making me whimper and nod.

"Yes, all night! Looked so good in your white shirt only buttoned halfway," I tell him softly while watching the smirk grow across his face. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed where he lightly tosses me on the bed before he joins me and pulls me in for another kiss while he starts to grind into my soaked core.

"Fuck George, feels so good," I moan as his hard cock continues to grind into my soaked core.

George starts trailing his kisses down my neck leaving faint live bites across my skin before he's finally where I need him.

"Shit," I moan when I feel him take a long lick at my clit. I grip into George's hair and pull him closer to my core needing more stimulation.

"Please," I whine when George starts kissing my inner thighs instead of giving me what I need. George finally brings his mouth back to my clit where he sucks on it.

"Oh! Feels so good," I moan when I feel George slip 2 fingers into my soaked core.

"Fuck, you're absolutely drenched love," George groans into my pussy sending a whole new level of vibrations deep into my core.

"Fuck, I'm getting closer," I moan out clenching around George's fingers. This has George speeding up for a few seconds and ripping his fingers out the second I'm about to start cumming.

"No, please! I was so good tonight," I whine out as George started giving soft kisses all over my inner thighs.

"You were a good girl, but I love when you beg," George teases while bringing his mouth back to my clit and slipping his fingers back into my pussy making me moan at the feeling.

"Feels so good Georgie," I moan rocking my hips slightly trying to gain more stimulation.

I was on the edge once again which has George pulling away once again.

"George! Please, feels too good to stop," I whine out humping my hips up slightly trying to gain some kind of stimulation.

"Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" George teases making me whine.

"Please, I need to cum for you George," I whine once again.

George finally fills my pussy back up with his fingers as he brings his mouth back to my clit and sucking on it.

"Fuck, thank you George," I cry out when I feel my orgasm starting to build once again.

"Fuck," I moan right as I'm about to fall over the edge only for George to move away from my pussy making me cry out.

"George I can't take it anymore. I need it so bad! It hurts so bad I need it that bad," I cry out trying my best to grind my pussy into George but he moved back too far.

"George please," I beg when I try to move my hand down to my pussy but he quickly holds it away not letting me touch myself.

"Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want," George tells me softly which instantly has me stopping my squirming and relaxing waiting for George's next actions.

"Please," I beg softly while George gets up on his knees between my thighs before slowly pushing his cock into my pussy making me moan softly at the stretch.

"Fuck, so tight," George grunts out once he's fully seated in my pussy. He gives me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he starts slowly rocking his hips into mine before he starts full on thrusting deep into my pussy making me moan loudly.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," George moans when he's thrusting deep into me at a fast pace.

"Can I cum please," I cry out feeling myself on the edge once again.

"Cum for me love," George grunts out while bringing his free hand down to my clit and rubbing smalls circles on it throwing me over the edge almost instantly.

"Fuck," I moan rather loudly while cumming all over George. When I'm finally coming down from my high I feel George's hip shudder slightly before he shoves his cock deep into my pussy and start unleashing a massive load.

"Fuck," George grunts rocking his hips to ride his orgasm out before he slowly pulls his cock from my pussy.

George climbs out of bed and grabs a shirt from the ground to clean me up real quick before he gets back into bed and pulls me to his chest.

"Tonight was good," I tell him softly while trailing my finger softly up and down his chest.

"Yes, it was! and this was the perfect way to finish it," George replies while pulling me in a bit tighter.

[shira-cosmic-star]

Are you still taking requests? If yes, may I humbly ask for some headcanons for Zenji, Lyca, Rui, Alan, and Tohma overhearing the reader humming to themselves either out of boredom or as a coping mechanism after speedrunning a traumatic event doing a mission. They also have a really sweet and soothing singing/humming voice.

The Sweet Melody

Zenji, Lyca, Rui, Alan, Towa, and Tohma hearing MC humming.

I had another request that was with the same character but instead of Zenji, they asked for Towa. So I combine the two requests. I hope you both love this HC.

Warnings: using YouTube for the songs

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Zenji:

You have finished all of your classes for the day and was sitting outside in the courtyard of the school. The gentle breeze brushing through your hair. The warm sunshine beaming on your face. You sat with your eyes closed as you soak in the sun. Your legs spread out in front of you as you leaned back on your two hands. A small gentle tune fills the peaceful air as you hum the song, “The Wreckage,” by Alex G.

You don’t normally hum or sing out in public, but there wasn’t many students nearby. So what people don’t know wouldn’t hurt. Right?

Well little did you know. A tall sweet handsome man, just so happens to be walking in the courtyard. The sweet melody had caught his attention. So he followed the sound. There he sees you, bathing in the warm sun. He was captivated by the beauty he was seeing. He slowly walks up to you and sits next to you.

“My dear sweet doll, what song are you humming to?” You pause to tell him what song it is.

“What a beautiful voice you have! Please May I hear more? Maybe actually sing it?” He pleaded, you were a bit hesitant. But you started to sing. Once more you closed your eyes. Only this time, you were actually singing.

He loved it, the song choice. Your sweet voice. All of it. It makes him feel relaxed and happy. It even inspired him to make another song himself.

Maybe this time, he’ll sing to you instead.

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Lyca:

You came over to the bar to help Rui and Lyca. It was closing time and you and Lyca were almost finished. Once you both were finished with the clean up. You walked Lyca back to his dorm. While on your way to the dorm. You started to hum. The night was a bit chilly, but calm.

Lyca didn’t have much to talk about so he stayed quiet. Once you started to hum the song, “Wars of hearts,” by Ruelle. “ It had caught his attention. Not because you were awful. He was just simply curious. He stays quiet but fully paying attention to your voice. Soon as you reached his dorm. He stops at the door and turns to face you.

“Oi, what was that sound you were making?” He had asked

“Sound? What sound?” You hadn’t realized you were humming while walking.

“The sound you were making with your mouth while walking.”

“Ohhh, humming! Sorry didn’t realize I was doing that. I sometimes hum a song when I’m bored or something.”

“Song? Can you do, whatever you are doing, for me?” He had ask a little quieter than his normal tone. He wanted to know the words of the song. He wanted to hear the words from your lips. You had smiled at him and nodded your head.

He laid down on his bed and hugs his blanket. Once you started to sing, he paid close attention.

That was until your voice had lulled him into a peaceful slumber.

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Rui:

You were a bit shaken up from the mission you had went on with Rui. Things had gotten a bit out of hand and it shook you to the core. While the anomaly had grabbed you and another girl. You were now trapped inside its belly. Afraid and slightly hurt by the acid on your leg. You had begun to sing your favorite song to calm your nerves. It was a song you loved since childhood. You parents would often sing this to you when you were scared or crying.

So as you held onto the girl you have tried to save. You began to sing, the song of your choice was, “I won’t,” by Alex G. With Lyca’s strong senses and abilities as a werewolf. He and Rui was able to find you both quickly. Your voice had helped him too. Once arriving in front of the anomaly. Rui hears a small voice within. The sound of your singing had made his heart flutter.

Lyca cuts through and pulls you both out. You were relieved, but hoped that they didn’t hear your singing. Lyca had heard you sing before. But it was Rui you were thinking about. After the mission ended, you all headed home. Rui brought up the song he heard you sing. He showered you with compliments about it and asked your to sing at his bar.

You denied the offer, but he hopes that he’ll hear you sing again.

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Alan:

You were at Vagastrom waiting on Alan to finish working on the cars. You were sitting on the couch. It was just the two of you. So as you were scrolling through your phone. You were listening to music. Singing softly, you were sing a pop version of, “I won’t say (I’m in love), a!ka verison.

Alan was listening to you sing the words. It confused him a little bit at first, but continued to work on the car. He finds your voice soothing, much different than the music Leo or someone else would blast. Your voice was soft and gentle. Yet it was beautiful to him. It helps him relax and focus, rather than worry about other things at the moment.

The more you came over and it was just the two of you. He would hope that you sing to him. He’s a bit shy to ask, but he does tell you. That you have an amazing voice. This gives you the comfort to sing or hum around him. He would sometimes stop working and just rest. If you were to stop singing when someone comes in the room. He wouldn’t push it.

You even realize that he held a small smile as you sang to him.

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Tohma:

Tohma and Jin has asked you clean around. A bit irritated, you do it anyways. You were heading to the laundry room to wash Jin's clothes. You had your earbuds in while listening to music. While walking down the hall. You were singing the song, “Please please please, by Sabrina Carpenter.”

Tohma was walking down the hall when he hears you singing. Stopping at the door. While your back was turned as you placed the clothes in the washer. He listens to you, he held a smile as he watches you bob your head side to side to the music.

After you started the washer you turned around to see Tohma. You screamed and softly laughed in embarrassment.

“How long have you been there?” You’ve asked.

“Hmm only a few seconds.”Embarrassed, you couldn’t met his gaze.

“You have a lovely voice MC. I do hope to hear it again. Though I’m afraid I have matters to attend.” He simply bowed and walked away leaving you with your face red as a tomato.

“The things he makes me feel.”

Little did MC know, Tohma was now humming to the song he heard you singing too.

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Towa:

You were hanging out with Towa for the day. He had been patiently waiting to hangout and play with him. So to make it up to him. You decide to spend the entire day with just him. Both of you were cuddling under a tall tress as you talked about anything.

As a quiet moment takes over. It was peaceful and relaxing. Towa now moved to lay his head on your lap.

“Dandelion, sing me a song.”

“A song? Why would you want me to sing?” He had explain briefly that you once song Peekaboo a song to put him asleep. So now he wants you to sing for him. He pouts as he explains.

It was true, a week ago. You had helped Haru feed Peekaboo as he went to attend the other animals. Peekaboo, soon after he ate, didn’t want to be put down. So you rocked him to sleep as you sang to him. Towa was in the room and felt a little jealous. So now that he has you all to himself. He wanted to be spoiled too.

So then you began to think of a song. You had started to sing, “Waves, by Paige.” This made him incredibly happy. He quickly stands up and pulls you up to dance with him.

With pure laughter and smiles. You both dance around.

At a far distance was Ren and Haru with Peekaboo.

“They look like having fun.”

“ugh.”

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(More edited) (noticed a messed up on a few lines)

I really hoped you liked this. This was fun to make. I also hope you liked the song I’ve chosen for each of them. Feel free to request! If you liked it, please like, comment or reblog it! Take care 💙

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜☆

[ririsasy]

I have talked in my other post that my favorite line from Henry in the entire movie was "I am learning" but for Alex, this was what takes the cake for me.

This line was so cold, it was full on desperation, it was a threat, it was also a plea. As someone who kinda resembles Henry in approaching anything that related to feeling by running away because I don't want to get hurt, this line

"Nothing will ever happen to you." Hits home, imagine a man that fight this hard to be in your life, to pull you out of the wall that you have build so high around your heart, because you have been so scared that nothing will work, no one could possibly meet you in the middle and make it work..

And Alex called Henry on his doubt, for diminishing their love to that extended and didn't want to give it a chance because something will change, and this words were a reminder that everything change eventually but do you want it to be something you actually can cherish or do you want things to happen but it didn't matter anymore because the world have left you behind and you have lost things that you should have fought so hard in the past to keep.

I think this sentence alone make chill runs down Henry's spines, like suddenly a cold water was pour over his head and it became clear that if he didn't take this chance with Alex then what other chance will he has in the future? Alex gave him a glimpse of a dark future where there's no Alex in his life anymore because Henry chose to abandon him.

This was a threat without reassurance because Alex was already at his last resort. ..because Alex know if he couldn't convince Henry that their love was worth it, his life will be destroyed as well, he had found his home in Henry and Alex knows that if he lost Henry he would have lost everything, he was so close to be on his knees begging.

(Seriously "nothing will ever happen to you." line still make me feel so restless but also motivated me? At the same time because I want something to happen to me, scarier to think you have no story to tell than being hurt but you have walked that road and learned from it.)

+ and to learn later from the deleted scene at the firecamp that most of what Alex said here actually just him throwing Henry’s own words toward him again making this scene even more jarring and painful for Henry 😭 this was indeed a last resort for Alex to use a quite vulnerable story that Henry shared to him because he didn’t know what else to tell Henry so he could change his heart and give their love a second chance to bloom and to breathe and just something to shake Henry to his core and it worked! This line work and Henry open up himself and abandon that last piece of armor and bare his soul and himself for Alex to see, he finally let Alex to take care of his heart for him he trust Alex because he saw how genuine his love for him.

[elysptical]

A vibrating jade egg.

It works wonders for your core and your trainer recommended one on a whim. Alex was always into the newest trend but you decided to have a go. Lord knows you weren’t having any other fun down there.

It hand been four days and no real change. Until Ovulation hit you like a truck. And you’re not sure if it’s the vibrations seemingly to tickle your brain or the baritone in Mr. Kim’s voice, but everything is making you lustier and dizzy.

So you pivot, focusing on your laptop and the sounds your manicure makes against the keyboard. When all is adjourned you rush to your office and close the wooden door leaning over the couch.

He notices, of course he does. He’s spent countless nights wide awake on zoom trying to finish a production launch or hammering out a campaign. Not even the slightest change in your demeanor goes unnoticed.

Nothing seems to ground you and before you can react a rushed knock and open is heard.

Only Mingyu ignores manners like that, you can’t count on all your toes and fingers how many conversations you’ve had about that. He says he likes to keep you ready, “don’t get ready if you stay ready” or some shit like that.

“Bunny you good?”, you have also asked him a million times not to call you that at the office.

“I-“, your words catch in your throat. Who wears a grey three piece anymore? What is this 1920’s England, and why does it look so good on him?

“I’ll get you some water, you have got to start eating breakfast everyday…”, he continues toward my kitchenette and I drone out his words. My focus is on sitting down while I watch him remove his jacket, rolling up his sleeves and popping off his watch with his perfect teeth-fuck.

“I’m f-fine”, you groan and look for your phone. While his back is turned you find the app quickly and still the purple egg nestled in your pelvis. Now if he could just leave you alone for five seconds.

“Come on loser drink, I am having Alicia bring you some breakfast”, he holds your head back and forces you to hydrate. The eye contact is maddening and now you feel really exposed.

“I said I’m fine. Just leave me be please”, you don’t mean to snap, and Lord knows you want him to stay but not like this. Your fantasy does not start on your office lounger.

“Alright you brat, I’m going, I’m going”, he playfully nudges your shoulder and leaves you be. That’s not before he glances over to your phone and smirks.

The door closes softly behind him and you’re left mortified with the purple “Vibrator Egg” logo on your screen. Why didn’t you turn off your phone? Now Mingyu is going to think you’re some unprofessional slut who prances around with vibrators up their butt.

You stalk over to the bathroom and finally relieve yourself. Cleaning everything up and placing your friend in the trash. Never again Alex!

Your phone buzzes and you don’t even care to answer, already over the day. Maybe it’s time for a mental health day, some spa time would really do you good.

Quickly, you set your appointment and gather your things. As you roll on your new winter gloves you give your notice of leave to your secretary and head out.

By the time lunch rolls around you forget you left your phone at your office. Hell, you forget what was stressing you out at all, thanks to the scorching heat of the sauna.

But Mingyu is steady sending texts after text. He even brings an extra takeout meal to your office only to be met by your secretary using your private bathroom. Only she could get away with that, cause she knows where the bodies are buried.

“Oh Mr. Kim, I apologize I thought she would’ve told you”, she tosses her paper towel in the trash, “she left for the day. Needed a mental health break.”

Alicia smiles and walks back out to her desk. Waiting for him to leave confused and a little hurt back to his own office down the hall.

At around ten in the evening you finish your Chinese order and rolling your first blunt. The jazz music is echoing through your condo and your butt naked under your plushest pink robe.

The doorbell rings as soon as you pour your glass of wine and you roll your eyes. Who could possibly have been sent to interrupt your peace? You don’t even bother pulling the blunt from your mouth before opening the door.

And Mingyu scoffs, not even waiting before waltzing in still wearing his suit from before. But the tie is a little looser, and his unbuttoned shirt gives a small peak at his toned collarbone.

“You can’t just come in my house Mr. Kim”, you shut the door behind him and sigh. Placing your little pick me up on the counter.

“I hate when you call me that, even after I brought you this”, he places a cute little hello kitty bag of weed on your coffee table and you smile. Now you remember why you’re friends outside of work.

“Awe, you missed me”, you giggle and walk to the balcony opening the door wides and letting in the city sounds.

“Whatever, can I get a glass of wine loser?”

-

[novaksupremacy]

This Is My Office- Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

okay I decided to post it, pure unapologetic smut, still putting it in the later chapter it belongs to, but I figured I'd share it with you guys, you know, as a treat 😊 hope you enjoy!

This Is My Office-

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

"What is that?" Casey asked her state of arousal turning to a state of confusion as she ran her hand up Alex's inner thigh.

"Oh, come on, you mean to tell me you've never been strapped before?" The blonde giggled, the tip of her tongue slowly tracing down the redhead’s neckline until she got to her collar bone where she began to suck a deep bruising mark into her skin. Casey could hear the zipper being undone.

"Uh-uh" she panted as gazed down, looking at the light blue silicone sticking out from Alex's now undone fly. The younger ADA was excited by it but also terrified, she had no idea what to expect. The blue-eyed Adonis leaned all of her weight against her lover so that the strap was pushing against the fabric of Casey's pants, the friction making the redhead let out a deep moan as her arousal grew hotter again.

The Bureau Chief kissed along her jawline, the heat from her breath hitting Casey's jaw like fire. "Do you want to change that?" She husked into her subordinate’s ear.

The redhead let out a single breathy laugh of excitement, she nodded as she wrapped her arms around Alex's neck. "Yes," she kept nodding as she slid her tongue into the blonde’s mouth gently, "fuck me."

Alex walked Casey towards the sink in front of the mirror and turned her around to face it. "I want you to watch what I do to you. What you do to me." She kissed and bit roughly down the back of her neck. Casey closed her eyes and leaned her head back against her lover, moaning softly. The blonde pushed her head straight. "Eyes open, Novak." She laughed darkly. "Brace yourself with your arms against the sink. Mmm just like that. You’re so pretty when you listen to me." She reached around to the fly of Casey's pants, unzipping them and dropping them around the redhead's ankles, revealing smooth black silk boxer briefs. The blonde whimpered at the sight, taking in how they hugged Casey's curves just right. She ran her fingers over the fabric tugging at the hem.

"You like them? They're new, I got them just for you." The young woman’s voice dripping with lust.

"I do," the blonde cooed, "very much."   She slid her fingers in the waistband and pushed them down just enough that Casey was exposed and accessible. She kissed the nape of her neck as she reached around to the buttons on her shirt. She decided quickly this was taking too long and with a tight grip on the fabric ripped it open and threw it to the side, the buttons flying everywhere. The redhead gasped as Alex did this, her chest heaving. "Don't worry, I have extras." She smattered a trail of kisses down the younger ADAs back reaching the supple skin of her tight ass and sunk her teeth in.

Casey cried out with pleasure; she loved the way it hurt. She trusted Alex completely enough to enjoy the pain, knowing Alex would never cause her actual harm. The blonde kissed her way back up and laid a sharp slap to Casey's ass right where the bite mark was. The redhead moaned loudly, bit her lip, and smiled.

"Now," Alex said grazing her teeth against her lover’s neck and soothing it with soft, light kisses. "You may be my Daddy, but I want you to remember who fucking owns you." Alex swiftly put her index and middle fingers to her lips and sucked on them for a second to make sure they were nice and coated and slid them down to Casey's core, gliding them along the folds, slowly and tauntingly, in and out of her heat, drawing out her arousal and making sure she was good and soaked. "You ready baby? Damn, you're so fucking wet for me." Casey nodded her head, panting and whimpering, her body throbbing.

Once she had the okay Alex took one hand to steady herself behind Casey and the other to guide the strap in. Once the tip was in place Alex began to toy with her lover, slowly and teasingly pushing in, maybe an inch, and then pulling back. The torture was slow and deliberate. She wanted Casey to beg her to give her a good railing. She wanted to hear her say it.

The redhead's lip was starting to tremble as she whimpered and whined, her body was burning for Alex. "Please" she begged in a low whisper. "Please." She watched the blondes devilish grin through the mirror, reveling in her pleading.

       Alex's lips curled in delight, "What’s that Daddy? You need something?" She kissed the redhead's shoulder.

       Casey shook her head longingly, trying to rock back against the strap but Alex held her in place. She whined in arousal and frustration, "please."

        "Please what?" The blonde asked sternly, "Say it, beg for it." She grabbed a fistful of luscious red locks and gently tugged so that Casey was looking straight at her in the mirror. "Tell me you can't breathe without it."

          Casey was gasping and panting, "Fuck me Alex," she stared at her lover through the mirror, her eyes glazed over, a tone of seriousness and desperation in her voice. "Fuck me till I can't take. I need it. I need to feel you, cum for you, scream your name until everyone in this building knows that you own me, and that Daddy got railed real good."

            Alex smirked and wasted no time thrusting deep into Casey until the entire strap had disappeared. The redhead gripped the sink tight, making sure to keep eye contact through the mirror. She let out a strangled cry of relief as her body finally got the contact it was craving. With each thrust her moans got louder. She had never felt so full, it was as if Alex had completely invaded her body.

       "Mmm, you take me so well, we should get you some relief, hmm?" She began steadily picking up the pace until soon she was pounding Casey relentlessly.

         "Alex, ALEX, OH MY GOD ALEX." The redhead screamed over and again. It felt so good Casey was trying so hard not to have it end, to stave off her climax as long as she could.

            The base of the strap was giving just enough friction against the blonde's clit that her climax wasn't far behind either. "That's right baby, now who do you belong to?"

           "Mmmmm, you baby" Casey whined, thrusting her hips back towards her lover trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes open and match her relentless pace.

          "A little louder darling, I said who owns you?" The look in her eyes was devious, dripping with wanton lust and desire. The sound of Casey's perfect ass smacking against her while she wrecked her was spurring her on. She slapped it again as she continued pumping.

             "Ahhh, mmm, you do Alex." The redhead struggling for words let alone volume.

            The blonde gave her another swift slap and then brought her hand around to Casey's throat, lightly choking her. "Louder Casey, scream for me baby." Alex never tightened her grip, but the louder Casey yelled the tighter it felt. The blonde taking control made her entire body hot, it was the sexiest thing Alex had ever done in the heat of the moment. "I'm all yours Bureau Chief Alex Cabot. You own me." She mewled louder than ever. With that she felt her whole body convulse, her liquids spilling out around the toy, which was enough to send Alex unraveling. She slowed her thrusts but continued to fuck the redhead until the shaking stopped. Both women collapsing against the sink, watching how crazy they drove each other.

        Casey was beaming. "That," she panted "was the hottest thing we've ever done."

          "Yet," Alex laughed into her neck, "Also the first time I've ever made you do that." She said kissing her shoulder and getting ready to pull out.

         "Thats the first time I've ever done that." The redhead reached her around to pull her blonde counterpart closer. "Not yet, stay a minute, you feel good."

        The blue-eyed woman stayed close, she took her glasses off and put them on the sink. Her hands ran down Casey's sides and around her waist as she kissed her shoulder blades. Finally, she removed herself and ran her fingers along the toy and then spinning the senior ADA around, brought them to her mouth, which Casey happily consumed, "See how good you taste for me?" Their eyes never wavering from each other. Alex placed a light kiss on her lips and then they began to clean themselves up. Casey put her blouse back on even though all of the buttons were missing, hoping to just grab her blazer off the couch and cross her fingers that no one noticed. Not like she buttoned half of it anyway.  The blonde re-buckling her belt as they exited the bathroom into her office, only to be startled by someone sitting in her chair. "Liz!" She stammered, "What are you doing here."

        "Well," the older woman scoffed, "I was under the impression we had a meeting about my fundraiser, but it seems you had other contributions to make.” She raised her eyebrows, looking the pair up and down. “For God's sake you two, the bathroom? I could hear you from the front vestibule. Like a couple of horny teenagers." She stood up and walked over towards them. "The Bureau Chief and Senior ADA. You two should be ashamed of yourselves. We'll reschedule Alexandra, but for your own sakes clean yourselves up," she pointed at Cabot's pants, "You have Casey all over you like someone dumped an inconvenient glass of water in your lap and last I heard, Petrovsky was in the building, and you know how she feels about the both of you as it is."

"Yes Judge" they both mumbled, scolded school children with their heads hung. She walked out, her heels clicking against the tile.

      Alex quickly locked the door. She and Casey looked at each other still trying to catch their breath.

       "Did you see her face?" Casey asked incredulously and that was all it took for both of them to erupt in a fit of laughter.

       "Oh please," Alex clapped back as she dug in her closet and tossed an extra shirt at Casey and changed out of her Casey marinated, now ruined suit pants, "like she's never been caught in her chambers with her robes around her ankles. In her own words 'this office leaks like a sieve.'" she chortled. "She's right though we're lucky it wasn't Lena, all either of our asses needs are another censure." She went to unhook her strap before pulling her new slacks all the way up. She could see her lover frowning out of the corner of her eye. "What's wrong did I hurt you?" she asked softly.

      "No not at all, just... leave it on, okay?" Just in case I can't wait until we get home. Parking garage is usually empty by then." Casey quirked her brow, causing Alex to blush, if only a little.

        "Fine but you're paying to detail my leather seats." She retorted, "We're gonna be late for court, let's go." She gave the redhead a swift tap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek as they exited the office and headed down the hall, briefs in hand.

[rqbossman]

Hi Alex

Genuine question from someone who has never (not yet anyways) played D&D: what would have happened to the campaign in Rusty Quill Gaming if the party had gone tpk?

Have a nice day!

I mean you already saw a TPK in the Paris arc. Unfortunately in an entertainment show you can't just say "rocks fall everybody dies see ya!" So I had a couple of deus-ex-machinas cued up just in case but a TPK has to hurt so each TPK would have cost us at least one core character either in physical death or massive personality changes due to trauma etc. Also NPCs would treat them differently.

[dcdreamblog]

How many types of kryptonite are there? I know this isn't quite history, but you seem incredibly knowledgeable and there so much misinformation. The wiki page is constantly vandalized, people making nonsense up; crazy stuff like plaid kryptonite ruins Kryptonian fashion sense and then it's cleaned up and locked. Even when it seems normal it gets messed up. Someone once edited blue kryptonite from "only hurts Bizarros" to "only hurts Bizarros, will mutate normal people into Bizarros and then hurt them"

Ah yes, the green stuff. So in the public imagination, seemingly omnipresent despite the fact that there's never been enough of it in one place for study to fill a gym locker. Yes, I would like to set this particular record straight because for god's sake I'm sure Superman would to.

(A brochure of the 6 types of Kryptonite on display at the opening of Metropolis' Superman Museum)

So, groundwork for those of you who may not know. Kryptonite is a radioactive element that was created when Superman's home planet Krypton detonated due to a chain reaction in its unstable core. The detonation irradiated the planet's crust and mantle as they were flung outward into space and various aspects either of that radiation or the material irradiated formed it into different kinds of kryptonite each manifesting a unique form or effect.

To cover up the first and biggest misconception. No it is not "everywhere", nor is it actually that common.

The amount of Kryptonite, all told that exists on Earth at this point in time is theorized by STAR Labs to be less than 10 tons. Which sounds like a lot but is less than what 2 elephants weigh.

Krypton was a large planet, larger than Earth by orders of magnitude and even then the amount of Kryptonite that would have naturally made its way to Earth probably wouldn't have fit in a coffee cup. Most of that weight hitched a ride on the warp engine the brought baby Superman to Earth and all of the exotic stuff has been brought here intentionally by alien villains and gotten lost or confiscated.

There are 5 "Core" varieties, two that have been seen in a few prominent instances and a few that are know to theoretically exist

About 95% of the Kryptonite mass on Earth and the universe is standard Green Kryptonite, made up of the standard, stable earth elements flung outward in Krypton's explosion. Metal, stone, etc. It is radioactive, giving off "K Radiation" that is highly damaging to the solar energy held within Kryptonian cells. It causes weakness, fatigue and a weakening of Kryptonian powers and over prolonged exposure can be lethal.

Misconceptions Debunked: It is still radioactive, if you keep it around you WILL get cancer. No, Superman is not instantly helpless to it. Better men than you have tried. No, technically it is not illegal to own but unless you own a mid sized country you can't afford any and none is legally for sale anyway, G Gordon and Alex Jones lied to you.

The next 4% of Kryptonite mass is Red Kryptonite formed by the already radioactive elements within Krypton when it exploded. Uranium, Plutonium, etc. The mingling radiations created a truly dangerous and unpredictable material that has wildly mutagenic effects on a Kryptonian exposed to it. Literally anything can happen, good, bad or indifferent. The same chunk also cannot effect the same Kryptonian twice. It's theorized that once the mutation is corrected for, the hyper effective Kryptonian immune system is able to stamp it out if it ever crops up again.

Misconceptions Debunked: This one is even MORE radioactive, it will kill you FASTER. Yes, all of the stories you have heard are true. Yes, even that one.

The final 1% of natural Kryptonite mass is Gold Kryptonite formed when standard Green and Red K, still molten from Krypton's explosion, collided, alloying together. It causes a chain reaction that destroyed the Kryptonian ability to metabolize solar energy, destroying their powers. Permanently.

Misconceptions Debunked: This one is the MOST radioactive, time until lethal radiation poisoning at arms length is lower than the elephant's foot under Chernobyl. Every single ounce of this stuff is accounted for, we know how much of it is on earth down to MICROGRAM and where every one of those micrograms is at every second of every day.

The final of the varities that exist in any quantity are artificial or do not exist on Earth in any permanent amount.

Blue Kryptonite was created to ward off Bizarro, only Superman know how to or has the resources to create it. Only a single sample of it exists for study and use in emergencies, all extras made in those emergencies are destroyed for the sake of them not being used against the Bizarro race accidentally or on purpose

White Kryptonite is lethal to all plant life on any world due to is radiation basically melting Chloroplast it has only been seen in a single large meteorite that Superman averted, no one knows for sure what he did with it and most people do not want to.

Jewel Kryptonite is formed only from the shards of Krypton's Jewel Mountains it has some ability to manifest connection to the mysterious Phantom Zone. Because of this security risk it is not allowed to exist once discovered. All other varieties quickly listed below are either fictional, theoretical or have never been studied because they existed for times measured in minutes or less.

Black Kryptonite: Causes violent psychosis in Kryptonians, created on Apokolips.

Artificial Kryptonite: You would have better luck atomically turning air into gold bars but yes, we do know what it's made up of so we could theoretically make some.

Silver Kryptonite: Might exist in the form of magically altered artifacts? Historicity unclear.

Pink Kryptonite: In your AO3 fanfics only, you know who you are.

Kryptisium: ULTRA theoretical, would allow for the increased absorption of solar radiation. The creation of this material is a green energy holy grail and the main reason Kryptonite is actually studied.

Slow Kryptonite: Some dingbat artificially decreased Kryptonite's atomic mass. To "effect humans the way K effects Kryptonians". What he had done was "invent" Plutonium.

Anti-Kryptonite: Kryptonite from the Antimatter realities. Does not exist for very long for obvious reasons.

Blood Kryptonite: You are in a cult, please, grieve and move on. Its what your loved one would want.

Looks up

If that is not the whole shebang I don't wanna know what is.