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writteninlunarlight-years · 2 months ago

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Under Your Spell

Vox x Reader

Since childhood, I have been told I look identical to my great-grandmother. Her husband, my great-grandfather, has looked at me like I was the last fragment of her to walk this earth. When he passed, it made me realize how some people lose their first loves and never get to see them again. I decided for this story that Vox should get to see his first love after he thought all was lost. However, it was you, his first lost love's great-granddaughter. You have the same looks and names, just younger. He thought after his first love's father chased him away, that was it, and any part of your life would never be in his hands again—until you were placed in Val's hands, and his protective side came out. Can you two learn to love each other? Will things grow or dissolve since he is close to that horrid Moth man? Tw: MDNI, 18+, Assult, Val being Val, Weird family-like relations, based off my HC Vox

Wow, this one is a long one. Please enjoy it and let me know what you think! I don't normally write long pieces like this, so if we like it, I will attempt to do it more! I wanted this posted yesterday but just kept writing and writing and writing. I had to make myself stop and cut off.

“No, Vox! You will never see my daughter again! Do you hear me?” The older man’s voice thundered, his face a deep crimson, veins bulging as fury twisted his features. Spit flew from his mouth with each vehement word, a grotesque display of his rage. “She is a good Christian woman, and she will not fall for your television antics! She deserves a good man—someone who can provide for her, not some reality star scum!”

Vox swallowed hard, the bitter taste of desperation rising in his throat. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he fought to keep them at bay, unwilling to give the man before him the satisfaction of seeing him crumble. “You can’t do this!” He surged forward, trying to push the door open again, the threshold of your home now a barrier between love and despair. Just moments ago, he had envisioned a simple marriage proposal—an intimate moment filled with promise. But the moment he uttered those words, it felt as if the heavens had opened up to unleash divine wrath upon him. Vox was never a good christian man and now only seemed to further prove that.

“I love her! I have loved her for so long! I will treat her right! You cannot take my Angel from me!” His voice cracked, desperation saturating each syllable as he pleaded with the man who wielded the power to shatter his dreams.

But the door slammed shut, the finality of it echoing in his heart. As Vox stumbled back, the world around him blurred, the vibrant colors of love fading into a monochrome nightmare. You were gone, just as quickly as you had entered his life, your father’s iron grip ripping you from his arms. Like a good Christian girl, you obeyed, never looking back.

You married a well-off businessman, someone who could provide in all the ways Vox was deemed incapable. Sundays found you in polished pews, while he languished in the bright glare of daytime TV. You bore children while Vox climbed the ranks to prime time, and as he basked in fleeting fame, you were left to wither under the weight of a dreaded illness. When he was ultimately taken down by his own deceitful schemes, it felt like a cruel twist of fate for you both.

When Vox woke in hell, he wasn’t surprised. In fact, he felt a strange sense of contentment; he knew he had courted darkness throughout his life. A con man’s rise to fame was paved with the broken dreams of others, and he’d danced on that line with reckless abandon. Yet, the greatest cost was the loss of you—his little angel, the only light that could have guided him from the shadows. Perhaps, if he had kept you by his side, he might have found redemption instead of ruin.

Years in hell stretched on, dull and monotonous, much like his time as a TV host. He made acquaintances, and he made enemies. He learned from the notorious Radio Demon, their relationship evolving into a rivalry as fierce as it was complex. Valentino entered the picture, a partnership forged in the fires of self-interest, followed by Velvette, who added her own chaotic flair to their strange trio. Despite these new connections, Vox could never fully release you from his heart. How could he let go of his first love, the girl who had filled his world with color?

Vox kept tabs on you long ago when you two still walked among the living, an unyielding shadow lurking in the corners of your life. He was a shady man, after all, so it was no surprise that he employed someone to follow you and your family. He needed to know you were loved and cared for, even if it meant watching from the sidelines. Your life blossomed into something beautiful—a picture-perfect family, Sunday church outings, laughter echoing through the halls of your home. Each glimpse of your happiness twisted the knife in his heart, a reminder of what he had lost. He only wished now here in hell he could have a moment to see you once more.

Yet, you never looked back at him, not once. Even when he learned you were sick, he held onto the hope that your devoted husband would nurse you back to health. Instead, you spent your final years in a realm far brighter than hell, surrounded by family, while Vox remained trapped in the shadows.

Then, one fateful day, the story took an unforeseen turn. You, Y/N L/N, the great-granddaughter of the woman who once bore the same name and likeness, found yourself in a world steeped in piety and predictability. Your family’s life revolved around the church—Sunday services, Bible studies, and summer camps that felt more like shackles than blessings.

Yet you, the wild child among your siblings and the first daughter in generations, danced on the edge of rebellion. Your spirit, a fiery blend of your grandmother’s beauty and the reckless charm of a man she once sought to escape late into the night with, burned brightly. You lived humbly, taking only what you needed in the daylight, but at night that didn’t stop you from indulging in the vices that thrilled your heart—partying, drinking, and seeking freedom in every forbidden encounter.

As you stepped into adulthood, the veil of your misdeeds was ripped away, exposing the wild and reckless girl you had been. On your eighteenth birthday, the news broke like a thunderclap, echoing through your conservative town. Whispers turned to shouts as tales of your high school escapades spread like wildfire—parties, late nights, and indiscretions that painted you as the black sheep of your family.

In a desperate attempt to salvage your reputation, your parents enrolled you in a Christian college, hoping the structure would steer you back to the righteous path. But even there, with the pressure of expectations weighing heavily on you, you found ways to maintain your hedonistic lifestyle. You studied hard, yes, but the allure of nightlife was too intoxicating to resist. By the time you turned twenty-four, your antics had once again come to light, revealing just how unladylike and un-Christian your behavior had truly become.

Disowned by your family, you were cast out like a forgotten relic, but it hardly stung. You had siblings aplenty—golden children who fit the mold your parents desired. While they basked in their parents' approval, you reveled in your newfound freedom, embracing a life unshackled from the burdens of propriety. You danced through life with a wild abandon, each misstep a badge of honor in your quest for self-discovery.

But this exhilarating freedom came crashing down one fateful night. On the eve of your twenty-eighth birthday, you found yourself at a pulsating club, surrounded by friends who matched your energy. Laughter and music melded into a cacophony of joy, and for a moment, the weight of your past felt distant. But as the night wore on, everything blurred. A drink, laced with malice, slipped into your hand, and before you knew it, the world around you faded to black.

When you came to, the vibrant lights and music were replaced by an oppressive stillness. You blinked, disoriented, trying to piece together what had happened. Panic surged through you as you recognized your surroundings—a hellish landscape bathed in a sinister shade of red. The air was thick with a suffocating heat, and the ground beneath you felt like it was pulsating with a malevolent energy.

The reality of your situation crashed down like a wave, and you realized you were no longer in the world you had known. You had crossed an unforgiving threshold, one that led straight into this hellish landscape. Memories of your life flashed before your eyes—your family’s disappointment, your reckless choices, the fleeting moments of joy that now seemed tainted.

As you struggled to rise, the shadows began to shift and swirl around you, whispering secrets of despair and temptation. You knew you were exactly where you belonged, a place you practically through yourself at the minute you were old enough to disobey your family. You were killed and now resting here in the pits of hell.

In those fleeting moments, you understood that you weren’t just a victim of circumstance from one bad drink; you were a participant in your own chaotic narrative. The life you had led and the choices you had made brought you here, and now, in this twisted realm, you had the chance to confront the consequences of your actions.

With a mixture of fear and defiance, you steeled yourself, ready to navigate this dark new world. You would face whatever challenges awaited you, determined to reclaim your story, even if it meant battling the demons of your past—both literally and figuratively.

You were in hell and you readily accepted this, dressed in a glitzy clubbing dress, your skin transformed to the vibrant hue of a fox’s rich orange, glinted with specks of white and black. Yet, amidst this twisted beauty, your features still bore the unsettling resemblance to your deceased great grandmother.

As the years dragged on, the brutal exterminations became increasingly difficult to evade. The once-familiar landscape of hell morphed into a relentless hunt, where survival was a cruel game of chance. Desperation gnawed at your insides, leading you to a place you had sworn to avoid—a notorious sex house owned by Valentino, a figure whose reputation sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened souls.

You stepped into that den of sexual sin with a singular purpose: the Vee’s worker bees somehow endured the purges, and you were desperate to escape the clutches of a second death. With a resolve, you signed up to be 'looked at' for a position among his girls, hoping to cling to life a little longer.

What you encountered inside was an atmosphere so charged with depravity it felt like a physical weight pressing down on you. The air was thick with the heady scent of desperation and lust, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat and smoke. You had pushed boundaries in your past life, but this was another level entirely. As nausea rose in your throat, you instinctively turned to prayer—a futile gesture in this place of darkness.

But in that moment of vulnerability, your fate took a turn. Valentino’s gaze locked onto yours, and you became acutely aware of the power dynamics at play. You were stunning, a rare gem in a world where foxes were coveted for their allure, and you were an easy choice for Val, despite your lack of experience in the kind of intensity he demanded.

Fortune, it seemed, was on your side. Within hours, you found yourself promoted, thrust into the orbit of Angel Dust, a top star in this grim world, and whisked away to Vee's Tower, where the underbelly of the film industry thrived. At first, your work was relatively tame, as Angel had angered Val, bearing the brunt of the wrath while you breathed a sigh of relief. You grew to enjoy the role, finding unexpected camaraderie with Velvette, the costume designer whose creativity brought a splash of color to the otherwise bleak environment. She was a refreshing presence, a stark contrast to the calculating Val.

Yet, the shadows loomed ever closer. Angel’s absence, demanded by the princess of hell, left you standing alone in a spotlight that felt increasingly dangerous. Whispers of Val’s violent tendencies echoed in your mind, tales of how he had ruthlessly eliminated two of Velvette’s models and three of Vox’s interns. Fear coursed through your veins as you perched on a plum-red bed, clad in a navy blue lingerie set, feeling like prey waiting to be devoured.

And then, without warning, the door swung open. You braced yourself, only to find not Val, but a strikingly handsome man with a television for a head. It was Vox, the elusive figure you had only heard whispers about. You leaned forward, captivated by the confrontation unfolding before you, the tension crackling in the air like electricity.

But then Val’s eyes landed on you, and his smile widened, a predatory gleam igniting within them. “My dear Voxypoo,” Val purred, “how about we make a deal? I’ll apologize for my misdeeds towards your interns in exchange for Hermosa over here.”

Your heart raced as Vox’s eyes widened in recognition, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. An unexpected jolt of electricity surged through you, mingling with fear and a spark of something dangerously close to desire. You were caught in a web of fate, and as the stakes rose higher, you realized that your story in this hell was only just beginning.

You had never met this man before a day in your life, yet an inexplicable pull drew you toward him, a magnetic static crackling in the air around him. “Oh Vox, if you don’t want her, that’s fine. I plan on her taking Angel’s role today. The damn spider is off playing games with the princessa bitch,” Valentino sneered, and your heart sank. Fear coursed through your veins like ice water; the realization hit you hard—he intended to use you in one of those scenes, to thrust you into the depths of humiliation and despair.

“She's a high commodity; I’m sure her soul would be mine after—” Val’s voice trailed off, but you couldn’t grasp what was happening next. One moment, you were trembling in fear, and the next, a whirlwind of chaos erupted. Valentino’s eyes swirled with ominous black and red spirals as the shoot was abruptly canceled, the tension snapping like a frayed wire.

A navy blue jacket was draped over your shoulders, and a firm hand helped you to your feet. “Come with me. You will be working in VoxTech from now on. Understood?” Vox’s voice was steady, but you could only nod, relief flooding through you at the thought of escaping Val’s clutches, at least for now.

You were still ensnared in the web of the Vee’s world, but perhaps you could choose the cranky TV man who seemed more enigmatic than predatory. Maybe you could carve out a semblance of a life, away from the chaos that had become your existence.

Following Vox, you traversed the unfamiliar corridors of Vee’s Tower, finally arriving in a room that felt distinctly different from the others. The walls were lined with large screens displaying chaotic scenes from around hell, and a solitary chair sat in the center, casting a shadow like a throne of power. “W-Where are we? Val never brought me here?” you stammered, confusion clouding your mind.

He hesitated, swallowing hard. Was this place a reflection of his past? Did you really resemble someone he had lost? The thought flickered through his mind, but Vox regained his composure and sat down, turning on the myriad of cameras that monitored the chaos outside. “This is my office. You will grow acquainted with it, as you will be my personal assistant.”

A wave of dread washed over you. So you weren’t free from the chains of servitude; you were merely swapping one form of obedience for another. His gaze flicked toward you, and he must have seen the pain etched in your features because he added, “You will do nothing more for me than paperwork, gather intel, and help set up schedules.” He motioned for you to leave, his tone dismissive yet oddly gentle.

“This floor has eight unused apartments. Choose one and message me; I will unlock it for you, and you can create your own secure pin to come and go.” His words felt like a lifeline, yet the way he avoided looking at you left a strange knot in your stomach.

Nodding, you stepped out, still wrapped in his jacket, a strange comfort amidst the chaos. You wandered the floor until you found a room that resonated with you—a sanctuary away from the dirt and grime of your past. After messaging Vox, you entered, marveling at the unexpected upgrade. How had you managed to elevate your circumstances so easily?

Lying back on the bed, you gazed up at the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of your new life. You were seeking refuge, had become Val’s plaything, narrowly escaped abuse because of a cranky TV man who wouldn’t even look at you. What an absurd turn of events—what the hell was happening?

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you changed into comfortable clothes, the tension of the day beginning to ebb away. Just as sleep began to weave its way into your mind, a soft chime from your phone startled you awake. Vox had messaged you, detailing the new daily routine you would follow to assist him.

Setting an alarm, you nestled into bed, uncertainty swirling in your thoughts like a restless storm. What would the next day bring? Would it be more of the same, or perhaps a glimmer of hope in this hellish landscape? As you drifted off, the questions lingered, weaving through your dreams like shadows, leaving you on the brink of something you couldn’t yet comprehend.

------------------------Time Skip-------------------------

Vox quickly grew to love your company over the last three years, though Vox knew deep down that you weren’t the woman he had loved in his youth. You were almost her replica—a haunting echo of the past—but with a wilder, more untamed spirit. As he watched you laugh, your eyes sparkling with mischief, he found himself drawn to that wildness even more. It was as if fate had conspired to create you just for him, a masterpiece crafted by your great-grandmother’s whims.

Yet, he never dared to reveal this connection, fearing it might shatter the fragile friendship that had blossomed between you. Yes, friendship—nothing more or less. However, with each passing day, he found himself surrendering to the undeniable truth that he had fallen for you harder than he ever had for your great-grandmother.

No matter how many times he insisted that he was merely helping an old friend, a beacon of support for someone who had been torn from him, he couldn’t deny the intoxicating pull you had on him. At first, it had been your striking looks that captivated him, but as time wore on, it was your vibrant personality that ensnared his heart. You were everything Vox craved and needed on a biblical level; an irony he chuckled at, considering he hadn’t picked up a Bible since your great-grandmother had left him.

His mind was spiraling, his hypnosis streams were intensifying, and his push for innovative Vox tech was reaching a fever pitch. He even managed to score a narrow victory against Alastor, all thanks to you. How could one person be so perfectly oblivious to the advances he so desperately tried to make?

No one had ever worn his watches, draped themselves in his jackets, or even held his cherished pocket squares—except for you. But a troubling realization swept over him: all the advances he made were rooted in his time period, not yours. Your great-grandmother may have swooned at his charm, but you probably saw him as nothing more than a friend. In that moment, he knew he was utterly doomed.

You genuinely enjoyed working for Vox, relishing the opportunity to utilize your strengths. With a degree in entertainment and public relations, you found it easy to navigate the world of hypnotic persuasion he wielded. You were a wizard at uncovering people’s weak spots, providing Vox with ample ammunition against his personal enemies.

Almost immediately, you had become Vox’s young, gorgeous vixen. You liked the title so much that you gradually stopped using your real name, opting instead for the playful 'V' theme. Yet, Vox never referred to you by that name—always your real name, accompanied by a distant look that gnawed at your insides.

It had taken a year for him to truly see you, another year for him to stop freezing like a computer caught in a loop, and now, in this last year, he finally spoke without those awkward buffering noises.

You never understood why he had chosen you as his assistant if he struggled to be around you. But you were content, especially since you had escaped Valentino’s grasp. You felt lucky that the exterminations had ceased shortly after you joined Vox. You often reassured yourself that if they ever resumed, you would leave—but the truth was, you were too attached to the enigmatic, awkward TV man.

You couldn’t deny the chemistry crackling between the two of you. He sent sparks racing through your body, igniting your nervous system with a thrilling energy. He was handsome in a classic, old-school way, the type of man your father would approve of—if only they never got to know he was a con artist.

Every fiber of your being screamed to be with him, to unravel the layers of his soul and understand him in a way that transcended mere friendship. He was smooth-talking, undeniably hot, and invading your dreams more each night, leaving you craving his presence even more. The tension hung thick in the air, a tantalizing promise of what could be, if only you dared to cross the line that separated friendship from something infinitely more profound.

It was utterly embarrassing—sneaking down to the old production studio, heart racing, just to rent out some toys that would let you indulge in your fantasies of being with Vox. He had never once hypnotized you, but you were undeniably under his spell, enchanted by his presence in every way.

“Vox, I got you the meeting with Carmilla about the angelic steel and its reproduction,” you announced, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your stomach. “I also secured a meeting with the health district to discuss the drug you want to utilize.” You had become extra vigilant lately, making a concerted effort to show him your interest. Your skirts grew shorter, your tops had fewer buttons, and your heels reached dizzying heights, showcasing your legs to their best advantage.

You were the death of him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before his composure crumbled completely. You were tantalizingly close, yet he felt he couldn’t take advantage of your affections. The scars from his past ran deep; he didn’t want to go through that kind of heartache again. Even if your father couldn’t steal you away like your great-grandmother had been stolen from him, the odd connection to family made him reluctant to risk your bond.

But the way you presented yourself, dressed to entice, sent a tent of desire straining against the fabric of his pants. It felt as though he was being dragged through heaven, hell, and every place in between. He knew you were in hell in your own way, unlike your great-grandmother, but damn, did you have to be so deliciously tempting?

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll be getting off early today due to an issue with Val. If you could make sure the cleaners come in here and do their job properly, I’d appreciate it,” he said, his voice calm and cool, eyes never lifting from the screen.

He was an enigma, nearly impossible to crack, seemingly showing no interest in you at all. Sighing, you nodded and began clearing his schedule; his fights with Val tended to stretch on longer than they should. You made sure to leave a dinner reminder for him and then headed out to retrieve the cleaning staff.

When you returned, you monitored the cleaning process closely. Vox usually preferred his tech to handle the cleaning, but today he insisted that his computers and TVs needed a “Sinners touch” to avoid any mishaps. You settled into his large chair, humming softly, legs crossed, watching as the young, fish-like boy worked diligently.

Out of the corner of your eye, a faint blue glow caught your attention. Vox was typically meticulous about shutting everything down before leaving, yet this one tab remained open. Half of you wanted to close it and move on with your life, but the other half—the curious, daring part—couldn’t resist the temptation.

With a deep breath, you opened the screen. A Word document sprawled across the display, pages filled with dates and passages that traced the evolution of technology from its inception to the present. Your heart raced as you scrolled through the text, but then you froze, eyes fixated on the most recent passage.

It was a detailed account of his current hyperfixation – You. As you read on, the implications began to sink in, filling you with a mix of excitement and dread. What had Vox been planning? And how deeply did it truly involve you?

‘She was a vision of beauty, captivating in a way that made my heart race and my thoughts spiral into chaos. I found myself wanting to take her, to make her mine in every way possible—over my bed, on the couch, against the cool surface of the counter, or sprawled across my desk. It was a reckless desire, one that threatened to unravel my composure and resolve with each passing glance. I was trying to court her like a proper gentleman, even though every instinct screamed for me to act on the primal urge that surged within me.’

‘What would she think if I finally confessed the truth? The truth of the connection that shimmered between us, electric and undeniable. If I bared my soul, revealing the reason why every time I looked at her, I felt an insatiable longing to claim her and never let her go—would she recoil in fear, or would she lean in closer? Would she despise me for the dark secrets I harbored?’

‘It was a sin, a tangled web of emotions, that I saved her not just because I had to, but because I had once been in love with her great-grandmother. If only it were simple to tell Y/N that my heart had shifted over the years, that the ghost of the past no longer haunted me as I found myself enchanted by her. I needed to steady my racing heart, but the hope of seeing more of Y/N today filled me with both excitement and dread. She had left a dinner reservation for two—was it meant for us, or was it for Val and me? My heart leaped at the possibility that it was for her and I.’

You were in shock. A torrent of questions flooded your mind, each one more bewildering than the last. How did he know your great-grandmother? How had he concealed this attraction so skillfully? The cleaner’s approach broke your reverie, and the scream that escaped your lips echoed through the building, a cacophony of confusion and fear.

With a heavy sigh, you closed everything down, your thoughts still swirling like leaves caught in a wind tunnel. You gently patted the shorter fish boy’s head, his wide eyes filled with fear and uncertainty mirroring your own. As you made your way back to your room, you collapsed onto your bed, the weight of the revelations pressing down on you.

He knew her? You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately rifling through the foggy memories of your childhood, the faded photographs that lined the walls of your mind. Your great-grandmother had passed away when your grandmother was still a child, but her belongings remained—a bittersweet reminder of a life once lived. Vaguely, you recalled a picture that had often sparked your great-grandfather's ire.

Vox was in that picture… Vox, her first love, the man who had been banished by her father, the one your great-grandfather had despised and vowed to protect his family from. He was the specter who haunted your past, a figure you were compared to when you were disowned from the family and stripped of your inheritance.

The realization hit you like a thunderclap, shattering your understanding of everything you thought you knew. How did you feel? The attraction was still there, a flicker of warmth igniting within you as you considered his little habits, the subtle ways he courted you, filling you with butterflies. But could you allow yourself to love him? Would it be wrong to care for him in that way?

You glanced at your tablet, your heart racing as you noticed the dinner reservation was in just forty-five minutes. Swallowing hard, you stood up, a newfound determination coursing through your veins. The only way to truly understand what he made you feel, to unravel this complex web of emotions, was to show up. Normally, these reservations were for Val and him, a ritual of reconciliation, but this time, you would be there for him. For you.

You moved quickly, the anticipation coursing through your veins as you stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over you like a refreshing embrace. With each drop, you washed away the remnants of your uncertainties, emerging with a renewed sense of purpose.

Dressing became an art form; you pulled out all the stops to impress Vox. The deep ruby red pumps clicked against the floor as you slipped them on, a bold statement that added height and confidence to your stature. Black frilled lace-topped stockings clung to your legs, accentuating every curve. The navy blue long-sleeved dress hugged your figure just right, revealing just enough to showcase your best assets without losing an air of elegance. You styled your hair to perfection, cascading waves framing your face, while your makeup highlighted your features, making your eyes sparkle like stars.

It had been ages since you had gone to such lengths, not since the days of trying to impress Val, desperate to avoid his inappropriate advances. With a sigh, you shot a quick message to Vox, sharing the restaurant's destination but omitting any mention of Val. Tonight was about you and Vox, and you were determined to make the most of it.

As you stepped out of your door, your Vox Tech security bot awaited you, its sleek design a reminder of the world you inhabited. Vox had insisted on the device escorting you, and as you arrived at the restaurant, your eyes locked with Vox’s as he just arrived as well. Time seemed to pause as you both stood there, taking each other in.

To him, you were radiant, every inch of you exuding beauty and allure. His desires surged within him, overwhelming as he imagined symphonies and angelic choirs serenading your presence in this chaotic world. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but admire his dashing figure. Though a hard day had worn on him, leaving traces of fatigue etched across his handsome features, he maintained an effortless charm. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, his cuffs slightly askew, and in that moment, you realized something profound: tonight, he would be yours, and you would be his, come what may.

A soft smile danced on your lips as you reached for his outstretched arm, feeling a rush of warmth as you entered the restaurant together. The high-end staff treated you like royalty, ushering you to a table draped in elegant linens. Once seated, you glanced up at Vox through your lashes, your expression teasing as you playfully toyed with the rim of your wine glass.

“I know about our family ties…” you said, watching as his eyes widened in surprise, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. Was he embarrassed that you knew, or perhaps flustered by the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you?

“I want you to know, connection or not, I feel it all too,” you added, punctuating your statement with a sly wink. His composure faltered, and you could see him short-circuiting, lost in the implications of your words.

Once he regained his composure, a soft smile broke across his face, his eyes flickering nervously as he tried to avoid the luxurious curves that had him entranced. “So this means I can finally stop dancing around and court you more publicly?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his gaze.

You couldn’t help but snort, shaking your head with a smirk. “I think we’ve passed the stage of courting, Mr. Bed, Couch, Counter, and Desk.” Your cheeks warmed at your own boldness, while his face flamed with embarrassment at your teasing. A soft giggle escaped you as you flagged down the waiter, paying for the wine that would accompany your evening.

“Let’s head back to the tower, Vox… let me help you relax after today’s tiring events.” The confidence that surged within you was intoxicating, fueled by the way he looked at you and the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air.

You had dreamed of this moment, of nights alone together, your hand tucked beneath you in hopes of relief, but it had never been enough. Each day spent near him only deepened your addiction to the awkward yet captivating man. But with the dark, calculating look in his eyes, you knew that from this moment forward, you would be more than satisfied.

As the evening unfolded, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you—two souls entwined in a dance of desire, ready to explore the depths of your connection, past and present, together.

A chill raced down your spine as you and he stepped into his work car, the evening air thick with anticipation. He wanted to wait until you were safely hidden away in his condo before his hands roamed your body, but the magnetic pull between you was undeniable. As the engine purred to life, his fingers found their way to your thigh, gently caressing the soft fabric of your stockings. You could feel his gaze on you, hungry and intense, as you breathed heavily, caught in the electrifying moment. He was eager to claim you as his own, to make you his in every sense.

The drive felt like an eternity, each passing second stretching out as his hand danced tantalizingly close to where you craved him most. You were ablaze with desire, the thrill of his touch igniting something deep within you that had lay dormant for far too long. No one had ever made you feel this way—caught between the living and the dead, lost in a whirlwind of longing and need. You were ready to surrender completely to the man beside you, to give him every part of yourself.

When the car finally came to a halt, all semblance of self-control shattered. In one swift motion, he pulled you over the center console and into his lap, his lips crashing against yours with a fervor that stole your breath away. One hand tangled possessively in your hair while the other gripped your waist, asserting his dominance in a way that sent shivers of pleasure cascading through you.

You mirrored his urgency, your fingers gripping his shoulder and the nape of his neck, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Every kiss, every whisper of his breath against your skin, sent jolts of electricity sparking through your nerves, making you whimper into his mouth. You could feel the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against you, a reflection of the heated chemistry that crackled between you.

With his patience wearing thin, he pulled away, but only long enough to fling open the car door. He was acutely aware of your head as he stepped out, holding you firmly against him, making his way through the throng of Vee staff and personnel. There was no hesitation in his stride; he made it abundantly clear that you were his and his alone, a declaration that sent a thrill coursing through you.

As you rode the elevator, the air thickened with tension and need. He pressed you against the cool metal wall, his lips crashing against yours as he kissed you fervently, over and over again. His hands roamed your body with a glorious sensuality, and you could hear the soft moans and whimpers escaping him, reverberating in your chest like a sweet melody.

When the elevator doors finally opened, it was as if you were stepping into a dream. He swept you up in his arms, never breaking contact with your warmth or your mouth. With a careful grace, he navigated the threshold of his condo, ensuring you never brushed against anything sharp or hard, as if he wanted to preserve this fragile moment forever. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in each other, ready to explore the depths of your desire.

The sensations heightened once you two entered his bedroom as he gently set you on the bed. He was careful to lay you down, slotting himself between your legs. He hummed quietly in the kiss as he enjoyed the feeling and taste of you. You were, finally, his, and he could have you all he wanted here. You offered no protests.

You raked your hands over his arms and chest, slipping behind his back, scratching gently with your nails on any skin you could find. Vox's sounds, the same frequent heat, and need, were identical to yours. Everything begged you to take your clothes off and take him.

Vox pulled away, looking down at you for the first time since tonight's escapades began. A sloppy, lopsided grin was on his face as he moved the hair from your face. "Are you sure you want this doll?"

You gave him one soft nod, and all bets were off. Before you could utter another word, a moan was pulled from your lips as he kissed down your neck and pulled on the base of your hair. Soft pants left you, and you felt the tension pool in your core. How long have you two wanted this?

Sighing softly and pushing into Vox's clothed crotch, he growled low and kissed you roughly. Hands roamed your body, and your dress was slowly unclasped from your body. Your chest became exposed, and the most beautiful red bra he had ever seen was on display upon your delicate body. Even Val's porn stars had nothing on the sight of you half undressed before him.

As if dreams were becoming reality, he shivered as you slowly pushed his jacket off and tugged him down by his dress shirt. Kissing him, you worked on his buttons, running your hands along his torso once it was freed. Both of you shivered in delight and need as the other touched what was finally theirs.

Vox kissed back down your neck, leaving marks all across you, and landed on your breasts. Each one gets a solid mark right on the top where your cleavage sat. His lips teased the sensitive flesh. His arms snaked around you as he lifted you gently to unclasp the bra. Once it was off, he could feel the drool not only on his tongue but his cock head as well.

He hummed in delight as he bowed down and wrapped his blue tongue around one perky bud, the other gaining his talons' attention as he made you mewl for him. He was in heaven—here, right now, was his little heaven with his little angel. He switched between the two buds until they were too sensitive from his menstruation. "V-Vox, please, too much...need more...please..." You didn't mean to sound like a young virgin, but it was all too good to feel any other type of way. Soon, you felt the pressure above you leave as he stood up at the edge of the bed. Gently, he took your leg, resting your foot on his chest. He kissed your ankle and calf, taking your tights from the garter on your thigh. Slowly, he took the garments off and got a perfect sight right up your dress. Your pretty red underwear was stained wet from your need.

"Tell me, Y/N, where do you need me most? What do you need most? Tell me, and I will happily deliver it all to you, doll, whatever you need." He sounded so good saying that. His voice was an octave lower as he was already pussy drunk. You whimpered gently and sighed when he moved on to the next leg, removing the garments

"Need you between my legs Vox, so so many toys...none of them you," Your words sent a spark through him. He now understood today's argument with Val; some toys in the production studio had been missing, and his little Vixen took them. He smiled wide and fell to his knees at the edge of the bed.

"Your wish is my command, doll," He grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him. He shoved your dress up higher on your hips, having it bunch up on your stomach. Slowly, he ran a claw down your clothed heat. With each stroke of his claw, his mouth moved closer from your knee to your core. He always managed to miss where you wanted him most, though.

When you went to complain, however, you were interrupted by the cold sting to your cunt as he ripped the panties off completely. You gasped and cried out when Vox's long slender blue tongue licked a deep stripe up your soaking cunt. "Taste so good, doll, like my own apple pie, so fucking delicious," His menstruations didn't stop there, however, as Vox began to devour you like a man starved.

Your legs spread wider for him as he slotted himself against your cunt. His tongue was making circles on your puffy bud. Your head was thrown back as you grasped onto the bed for dear life. You needed him. Each tongue swirls and thrusts, sending you one step closer to your breaking point. At some point, your legs began to close, and all you could feel was a thread snapping. Vox didn't let up, though. If anything, he abused your clit and sucked you dry further.

When you began to cry and beg for relief, he stopped and pulled up, climbing back on top of you and kissing you hungrily. You could taste yourself on him as you felt his need press against your cunt. You needed more. "Please, Vox, take me, please, please; I need to be full and stuffed."

He thought he had heard angels earlier. He was dead wrong. What he heard then and was now hearing were two completely different planes of reality. He made quick work of his pants and boxers as you resituated on the bed. He slowly crawled back over you, kissing you deeply again. When he got between your legs and slotted himself right where you needed him, you moaned quietly.

Slowly, Vox entered you, both holding your breaths and breathing out together. He was so big, filling you to the brim while you were tight on him. He finally opened his eyes when he bottomed out and saw the most beautiful sight. Your tummy bulged out where his cock sat. Groaning in need, he pushed down on the bump and growled. "Oh, look at this baby, look at how deep I am, I will fill you up so full."

You cried, nodding, holding on to him for dear life. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He felt so thick and full as he abused your cunt with his deliberate speed. However, you knew he was coming to an end as well; he was pent up just as long as you were, and as his hips stuttered, you finally felt it, the whole feeling you had wished for since seeing the TV man.

Sighing, he rolled onto his back, keeping himself slotted in you. He held your hand close, playing with your hair. "Stay with me, Y/N, let me give you everything after life can offer."

You hummed softly and nodded, your eyes growing heavy. Life with Vox would be perfect, and you couldn't have been happier that you, Y/N L/N, got to live the carefree life your great-grandmama once wished for.

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goblinontour · 4 months ago

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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

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dehemetera · 5 months ago

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Omg I can’t believe I am actually posting her. Pls enjoy my precious oc and her wardrobe

Below you can find all the head canons I wrote so far about her, the relationship she has with her squad and with the other significant captains/lieutenants of the Gotei 13

Mira Komamura

General head canons

‌originally from the 4th squad ( vet section) on her own request as she doesn't really like to throw hands.

was assigned to captain Komamura strict medical crew when almost no one knew about his real appearance; specifically, she was tasked with providing emotional support for Sajin's social anxiety.

‌”Captain!? How did you dare to hide that lovely snoot for such a long time?! "

yes, she was basically his emotional support puppy.

as it happens very often, Sajin grew fond for his emotional support puppy and decided to adopt her ( literally) as his brand new sister, then insisted to move her to the 7th.

western origins ( abuses this 🤌🏼 while talking ).

fav animal: humpback whale.

fav food: eats almost everything, watch your hands. Really, this girl is a few snacks away from being your best friend. But if she had to pick one, it'll probably be french fries, no dressing, just salt.

‌fav colour : cold hues in general, blue/green/ purple.

likes stars. Like a whole lot. You give her something with stars on, she's gonna love it. She hoards things with stars on it. She doodles them on everything at hand. When friends are sad, she scribbles a star on the palm of their hand.

‌" you're now under the sign of the good vibes star. You can now enjoy the rest of your day. You're welcome."

now imagine her doing this on Captain Zaraki's hand and Iba's cold sweats thinking how to tell the poor Sajin about his adopted sister's premature departure.

the good vibes star must work thou, cause Kenpachi just patted her head like she was a puppy and walked away. Iba thanked whatever god was listening at that moment.

sassy AF

sarcasm native speaker.

cracks 2.000.000 dirty jokes in between three regular words.

must focus not to drop inconvenient comments during each Captains/ lieutenant meetings.

looks like a black cat personality at the beginning.

turns into a weird dancing parrot when comfortable around someone.

has a ridiculous attention span.

world of the living connoisseur ( western side). Spent several decades studying it by living among living people.

terrible traditional swordsmanship skills.

got Jedi Lightsaber classes on Earth and actually developed a pretty efficient fighting style; ‌Iba is genuinely confused and slightly concerned about that but as long as it works...

likes to sing, not very good at that but still on the average ( usually makes silly dances while singing to underline the lyrics).

pretty skilled belly dancer ( which at some extent she uses in controlling her shikai) but definitely won't dance in public cause she's too shy for that .

very body positive about other people, excessively critic about her own body.

very good painter. She mostly paint with her hands (" advanced kindergarten art skills") but could also use sponges, pieces or paper or rags, leaves, basically everything but a brush;‌most of the times she just likes to make little silly doodles.

then she turns those doodles into stickers and spread them across the seireitei.

Byakuya Kuchiki knows the Shinigami women's association held a secret meeting in his mansion when he finds small stickers with sassy quotes around the house.

take her to the water park; She just loves it.

beach girl

just loves to hang out in the water

‌of course this is the perfect excuse for captain Hirako to make jokes about her liking to be wet

she never denied the statement. 👍🏼

excellent resistence to alcohol. Hard to get drunk.

when that does happen though, she just unleashes all the power or her sass/ sarcasm/ unhinged comments

this usually leads to pretty amusing express stand up comedy shows where she eventually ends up oversharing something she would've preferred to keep for herself

pretends not to remember anything if the topic is pointed out the day after

About the 7th squad

she was gladly welcomed as lieutenant by almost all the soldiers due to her sincere support towards former Captain Komamura

Those affectionate soldiers appreciate her chill attitude prone to jokes and fun as a good balance to Iba’s serious demeanour

She introduced music during workouts and trainings. Music from the west, of course

Now witness the fierce 7th brigade soldiers casually humming Bad Romance while doing their daily chores.

Since Mira’s office is the coziest and most decorated once, Iba started throwing Shinigami Men’s Association meetings inthere

For Iba’s birthday, Mira decided to gift him a new HQ for his meetings by renovating an old, unused warehouse in the barracks, asking Ikkaku some help to edible and renovate the old furniture

Connections

Sajin Komamura : regardless of his full on canine appearance he is still officially her brother by previous adoption. Mira still takes good care of him, she has the most luxurious dog bed in her office for him to stop by. She also got him one of those speaking buttons board humans give their dogs to communicate.

Tetsuzaemon Iba : is definitely like a dad. All of their interactions have the warm yet bickering feeling of a father/daughter dynamic, including: communication issues, dad being jealous and over protective of his precious daughter when men buzz around, not understanding slangs. Mira signed up for Iba’s fan club to show support to her dad.

Shunsui Kyoraku : calls her Mira-chan and likes to invite her to drink together. He pays great attention to her drunken monologues as they’re usually pretty straightforward and accurate analysis of the current state of the Seireitei. He definitely trusts her guts and intuition in picking up the overall morale of the squads. Mira also signed up for his fan club ‘cause he’s the big boss and deserves support. Nanao Ise firmly oppose this.

Rose Otoribashi: is the only one whom has ever seen Mira dance. They sometime shares music afternoons with Rose playing music and her using it to practice her dance. They have a very respectful and delicate bond revolving on mutual arts appreciation.

Izuru Kira: it took them some time to get along due to Kira being really private person. Now they’re kinda cool about each other and Mira often tries to cheer him up telling him the whole hole in the chest thing is metal AF.

Shinji Hirako: this man bribed Mira in joining his fan club by offering her a bag of weed infused gummy bears. It worked. They operate at the highest level of shenanigans and communicate almost exclusively by flirting. Bombastic side eyes darting across the captain’s council room during meetings when they know the other one would be just about dropping the sassiest sh*t that would cost them the career. Regularly hangs out together both in the Soul Society and on Earth. Part of their flirt jokes revolves around the fact they would gladly date each other (but never actually did that).

Momo Hinamori: was the first to show Mira support when she was promoted to lieutenant. Therefore, Mira loves this girl and brings her gifts, treats and loves spending time together for a tea time. They share a heavy betrayal trauma and do their best to support each other in their healing journey.

Renji & Rukia: if Iba is her dad, Renji is her bro and Rukia is the sister in law you actually like more than your own brother. The three of them have a weekly “world of the living pop culture” themed night to binge watch series and movie marathons. Burping competitions between Mira and Renji are mandatory and Rukia is the judge.

Matsumoto Ranjiku: these two can love and hate each other depending on the mood and the topic. Sometimes they look like besties laughing together and mutually complimenting , ten minutes later they’re fighting over something, usually Matsumoto habit of exploiting men using her beauty.

Kenpachi Zaraki: these two really get along for reasons. Mira actually feels safe around him cause who would ever dare to fuck around close to him? She also thinks he’s illegally hot but never dared to voice that, not she would ever try to approach him with intentions. She just likes to fantasize about that amazing mass of wonder. On Kenpachi’s side, he likes to have a new brat messing around him without being scared, it feels heartwarming and nostalgic, sometimes feeds her the same candies he used to buy for Yachiru. Since Mira’s birthday is right after Kenpachi’s, she usually shows up at the 11th barracks with a cake to share to celebrate both their birthdays.

Ikkaku Madarame: for the better time they’ve been knowing each other, he just passively tolerated her, enjoying her little shows from time to time but never payed too much attention to the new lieutenant of the 7th squad. Then Mira came to ask his help in renovating the warehouse for Iba’s birthday gift and since the process took quite some time, they had the chance to spend time together, getting to know each other during those long crafty nights of recycling furniture. He is now heavily crushing on her and gets a little shaky and mildly flustered when she’s around, with Yumichika largest amusement. Mira has always appreciated her fellow colleague and was glad to have the chance to build up some kind of relationship with him but she’s genuinely confused by his friendly yet shifty and sometimes awkward behaviour towards her (she’s not good in getting the hint).

Yumichika Ayasegawa: oh the tea they spill. They don’t meet very often but when they do the amount of information they share can compete with the finest Seieitei’s intelligence. Sometimes they go shopping together. Yumichika tries his best to create opportunities for Ikkaku to be there when Mira comes over.

If you managed to read this far, thank you 💕

Some captains/ lieutenants are missing to the list but I already have them written, maybe I will add them in some future post.

Definitely expect more drawings about Mira’s adventures. I have more on the making (like about her zampakuto and other stuff.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece of my imagination,

✨comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated ✨

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crazylittlejester · 7 months ago

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the fandom has felt kinda quiet to me for a few days now (which might totally be my fault i dont think im using this app correctly) and i kinda feel like im standing with a group of people where everyones done talking and no one know what to say next so im gonna do what i do then too: Yap ‼️ (its my one talent)

if you’d like to yap with me feel free to hop in my ask box and say whatever you like, headcanons, theories, whatever, but for now here are some random little headcanons I have:

(disclaimer: my apologies for weird spelling errors or oddly autocorrected words im dyslexic lmao)

- Wild loves to do fun things with his hair! He loves braiding it up in new styles or putting pretty things in it or buying fun clips to keep it out of his face. Sometimes one of the others with shorter hair who can’t do their own fun hairstyles will ask Wild if they can do his, and he almost always says yes

- Legend is the most likely to buy little gifts for the others. He’s not as likely as the others to verbally say he cares, and he can come off as a bit standoffish, but he really does love the others and gifting them little things is how he shows it. He bought Sky a beautiful new carving knife once, he loves giving Wild earrings (and Wild is not above just poking new holes in his ears so he can wear more of them at once), he gave Warriors a new journal one time, etc.

- Four is a HUGE fan of rain at night. He loves the sound it makes on roofs, it’s calming to him. It’s less fun when he’s sleeping outside, but he just loves the sounds and smells of rain. Warriors does too, and the two of them have sat out in the rain together silently, just enjoying each other’s company

- Twilight loves the occasional pet as Wolfie, as long as the others still hold the same respect for his physical space they do when he’s a hylian. He loves hugs, he loves the occasional pet, and he loves bonking the top of his head into the backs of Warriors’s legs to trip him before he innocently runs off to Time and acts like he’s done nothing wrong in his life ever

- Sky wakes up every day and chooses peace. He chooses kindness and love, and he seems so very calm and sweet on the outside, but if someone dares to lay a finger on someone he cares about he will explode and there will be serious consequences. He’s genuinely a very loving person, but he does have a side of him that’s just full of rage that he occasionally unleashes on monsters that deserve it. He one time let a sliver of that anger loose at a monster that knocked Wild unconscious and the others stood their with their jaws open, and then of course Sky turned back around after he calmed himself down and looked at them all like “:3”

- Hyrule cuts his own hair and because it has a good amount of curl to it, it ends up looking fluffy and it’s hard to see exactly how uneven it is. When Legend found him just trimming his hair in the dark with a knife he was like “what the fuck” and ever since he’s at least tried to help Hyrule make his hair a LITTLE more even (its still an absolute mess, but it looks fine on him)

- Wind gets under stimulated a LOT, it’s hard for him to just stay in one place or walk super slow or not be doing something with his hands, so Warriors taught him how to finger knit so he can do that while he walks as a sort of mindless activity. He doesn’t really make anything in particular, and he ends up unraveling it at the end of the day so he can keep reusing the same ball of yarn, but it helps him stay with the group and it gives him something to do as they walk

- Time is the biggest prankster of the group and he gets away with it every single time, and Wind, Wild, and Hyrule often end up taking the blame for it. The only ones who know it’s really him are Warriors (though he never actually catches him in the act, he just knows) and Twilight, who’s seen him do it several times and had to swear his silence. He’s too scared that Time will be disappointed in him if he reveals who the true prankster is, but he does feel genuinely bad every time someone else gets yelled at for one of Time’s dumbass pranks. On their last day together Time does reveal it was him all along, and then he literally leaves and disappears before the others have a chance to yell at him for it. When he arrives at the ranch alone with tears in his eyes, laughing his ass off, Malon somehow knows EXACTLY what just happened

- Warriors is usually the one who helps mend the other heroes’s clothes. They all have SOME ability to sew (some of them are better than others, like Wild and Legend, and some of them refuse to fix the holes in their clothes until it gets so bad there’s no fixing it and they literally just have to buy another tunic, *cough* Wind), but more often than not Warriors gets asked to do it, and he does it gladly. He does a wonderful job every time, and sometimes he gets to embroider little patterns, which is a lot of fun for him. When he gets bored he’ll just do that on his own spare tunics

again feel free to come talk to me in my asks or add ur own headcanons to this post :) i like to yap and i’ll gladly yap with you if you send me things

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu wild #lu four #lu wind #lu headcanons #jes headcanons #jes talks

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seineko · 1 year ago

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minors do not interact!

a very weird thirst/whatever the thing this post can be called after not having sleep for 36 hours straight!

my kink is being married for so long that no (reasonable) kink actually feels weird enough i guess. i just want to marry diluc is all i mean. this has nothing to do with the post though, just a rant.

i said it once and i'll say it again, diluc can be a complete menace in bed if he wishes to be.

that kind of menace that can either wring out orgasm after orgasm from you before you either lose count or pass out from the sheer exhaustion.

or the one that can make you writhe and beg for release. he doesn't even make it easy, he can get you to the edge without even remove any article of clothing from you but as soon as he knows you're close, he just decides that you aren't going to be given any release until he thinks you deserve it and leaves you so desperately wanting.

the goddamn will power this man must have to be able to stop even himself from climaxing after making you (and also himself) almost reach the peak of pleasure before stopping it so abruptly that it has your head spin, all the while being sheathed deeply inside you.

and the audacity he has to let out a small chuckle after doing so.

of course, he won't do it always because he loves pleasuring both his beloved and himself but when exactly he does it isn't clear either.

it can either he after an extra stressful day or can also be on a day he did absolutely nothing. this side sometimes doesn't show for months together but sometimes it can also occur one after another.

i absolutely adore soft dom diluc and would probably die for him but, i also think soft is the not only thing he wishes to be in a few moments. while he is an utter gentleman, a small part of him is still, as i said, a menace and i love all of him equally.

he still has his mischievous side hidden deep inside him and once he gets comfortable enough with you, he will unleash it (only if you consent to it of course, because consent is fucking sexy).

#genshin impact #genshin #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact thirst #genshin thirst #diluc ragnvindr thirst #diluc thirst #diluc thirsts #diluc smut #diluc ragnvindr smut #🐈‍⬛boba.thirsts

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notenoughdragons · 21 days ago

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so i caved yesterday after *gestures* all of that on the other side of the pond, and bought veilguard (meant to wait till the first bugfix patch is out), and i have thoughts

(spoilers for the first few quests)

fucking adore the character creator. overwhelming as heck but God a+

addendum: why tf aren't there different lip/mouth shapes. we have like 30 eyelash options. i'm p sure da:i had diff mouth shapes

THERE'S NO QUICK SAVE/LOAD OPTION???? why on god's green earth

the photo mode is NEAT (tip, get yourself reshade plus the "mod" that allows hiding the UI, so you can do screenshot nonsense in cutscenes too)

it took me like 15 min to get rid of the quest marker bc that shit is hidden in Two diff menus but oh my god so worth it

on that note, i'm Really enjoying the area/level/dungeon design, and traversing it Without an annoying big blue star thing blinking at you is really good

the environments are just. unhinged in the best way. THE CROSSROADS? D'META VILLAGE?? THE OSSUARY???? perfect no notes

have i mentioned the hair? the hair is really good. i'm a lttle obsessed with the style i gave my rook, i didn't think i'd like it this much

okay let's talk plot bc. uh.

see, on the one hand? so far (recruited bellara and got the dagger and fucked around in the crossroads and am currently getting murdered by murdering calivan so lucanis will murder for Me) it… works for me? like it really feels like getting thrown into the DEEP deep end, but it's a kind of. idk. sensible progression?

and oh my god ghilan'nain. i kinda hate how normal she comes across in the memory dungeon lab? (which. AMAZING QUEST) but also i love that SHE'S UNHINGED, that solas clearly held sympathies for her, the way i YELLED when you hear her voice when that dragon shows up in the blighted village??? amazing

(NO fucking idea how this would play for someone who's not familiar with the series, good lord the amount of exposition crammed randomly into codex cards???)

that being said. how the fuck does this connect from trespasser/tevinter nights. solas what Happened to you. like this is (part of) why i'm Not using saar as the inq in this run, bc even pretending they Weren't madly in love, it doesn't work. i don't think it works for Any inquisitor who befriended/romanced him (unless maybe one who decided to go full scorched earth and hunt him down at all costs)

in meta terms i know why this is happening but How is varric our insight point into solas and the connection to him. even if you're not playing them, this Should be the inq. solas doesn't lose a single fucking word about anyone But the inquisitor in trespasser. it's just this really tragic dissonance y'know

also the way this game is frontloaded is so fucking funny (i am also choosing to find it funny). IMMEDIATELY unleash the evanuris. IMMEDIATELY get solas trapped somewhere so he can't use his not-god powers to help you. FIRST "normal" quest is a horror movie walkthrough of The Most Blighted Village You Can Imagine, like okay! solas spends all of da:i being fucking coy about the blight and now it's like 'the evanuris are blighted. yeah they used the blight for power that's why i trapped them. they got out and immediately start spitting blight everywhere For Power. the REST of the blight is trapped in the evanuris prison. yeah the black city IS the evanuris prison. also blight is alive too. uh what else'

sidenote. did. did no one think it was A Little Weird to frame it like 'solas is trapped in the fade' - 'but not like us! we're also trapped in the fade but in a completely different way!'

i do love the fade conversations, it's got dishonored vibes

(and cut-away scenes to the Villains Having Ominous Convos! i liked that in da:o)

also i have hints turned on and the. the little pop-ups. "solas remembers your verbal jab" THANKS GAME

ACTUALLY SPEAKING OF THOSE VILLAIN CONVERSATIONS. we're just gonna drop into a fucking codex that the lyrium dagger IS the red lyrium idol??? SOLAS CAN CLEANSE THE BLIGHT AND WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT????

basically. the connective tissue to da:i etc is uhhhh. insane. bonkers, even. but also when i ignore that, it's legit fun??

also good lord i'm glad i didn't try to come up with a super specific character/backstory for this, the faction backstories are Real specific, and rook is written with a v definitive Slant (not a bad one! but there IS a slant)

#da4 #da4 spoilers #the ramble eda #<- those tags are for my organisational purposes; the rest for blacklist etc #dragon age: the veilguard #datv spoilers #veilguard #datv #dav #uhhh this got long whoops #and very jumbled #also please don't drop spoilers Beyond what i mentioned into the discussion #i'm doing my best to play this Without Expectations #(how well i succeed at that is a diff story but y'know XD)

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ghuleh-recs · 6 months ago

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It was @forlorn-crows birthday like a month ago!! And I fuckin missed it! Jail for Liss. Jail for 1000 years. Better late than never, I guess. Crow is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! They are the mastermind behind Mushy May and the verrrry iconic Lake Wife™. On top of being incredibly talented, Crow is always so lovely and kind and supportive of their fellow creatives. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these? Maybe even stop by Crow's ko-fi while you're at it!

Lady of the Lake - Rain/Lake Wife™ - E, 11.6k

With all the dark magick flowing through the abbey, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leached into the surrounding area. Mountain’s told him all about the various creatures he’s seen on the edges of the forest: dark, shadowy things that live in the corners of one’s vision, flitting between downed trees and swaying ferns. They’re relatively peaceful entities that don’t seem to bother ghouls, humans, or other animals much. But their presence certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed. That same looming magick resides at the bottom of the lake. Something deep and ominous. Something big. Rain can’t make head nor tail of the sentient something that must live down there. He’s felt it most recently in the new beginnings of spring: big waves of living energy reaching out to him, calling to something buried deep in his ribcage. A creature reaching out to their kin. He supposes it could be a byproduct of the changing seasons, the rush of life seeping through the cracks in the thawing ice. But the feeling in his gut tells him it’s something more than that.

First and Fierce Affirming Sight - Mountain & Copia - G, 1.1k

Once in a blue moon he’ll retreat deep into the forest beyond the abbey to give himself a break from his mortal-like form, let that great maw of elemental power unleash and drain itself into the ether. Just once in a great while, to be fully released. Other times, it sneaks up on him like a cloud of darkness, pulling him under slowly. It gives him enough time to stifle it or manage it. If there’s warning signs, there’s time to keep it at bay. But times like these, it comes in the blink of an eye—like a flash of lightning in the middle of the inky-black sky.

Quicksilver - Dewdrop/Rain - T, 1.8k

Sunshine finally gets to braid Dewdrop's hair, but it gives him and Rain ~feelings~. (you have to read the sequel, too.)

And You Know That It Takes Two - Copia/Dewdrop - E, 3.7k

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?” When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

and so it goes - Mountain/Rain - E, 1.6k

Rain hums the melody where the piano would play, glancing down at the ghoul curled around him. His shoulders start to shake, and he sniffles into the water ghoul’s shirt—attempting, but failing, to be silent about his tears. Rain stops. “Mountain, love, what’s wrong?” Immediately he shakes his head at the question, whining quietly. “Hey,” Rain urges, petting back his hair. “I’m here for you, can you try to tell me?” Hurts, Mountain pushes into his mind. “Where does it hurt?” Rain asks gently. The earth ghoul pulls back an arm from around his waist, gesturing to his own chest. Rain can see his face screw up, a silent prayer to stop the oncoming sob that threatens to work its way out of his throat. In here, he says. He points weakly to the side of his head too. And here.

Pull Me In Your Waters - Dewdrop/Mist - E, 4.8k

He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

Compromise - Aeon/Mountain - E, 2.9k

He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really, about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. or Mountain misses Aether. Who he has is Aeon.

Weigh Your Powers, Tempt The Hours - Aether/Ifrit - E, 2.3k

“You’re so pretty like this, you know that?” Ifrit blushes under his adoring gaze. His shaggy hair falls across his face as he ducks to hide. But Aether’s having none of it, reaching out to guide his head back up with a gentle hand on his chin. “You trust me, right?” “Of course I do. I want—” Ifrit pauses and takes a shaky breath. “Want to be good for you,” he finishes in a small voice, just barely above a whisper. “You’re always good for me, Fritter.” The quintessence ghoul runs the pad of his thumb across the point of his jaw. His voice slips to a lower timbre, slow and rhythmic. “You want to feel good too, don’t you?” Ifrit’s eyes slip closed, body relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he answers simply, forming the word on his exhale like an unholy confession. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

Did I forget your favorite? You've got a standing invitation from me to add your own rec and reblog ♡

#hot damn it was hard to whittle this list down #sorry it's so late ♡#my fic recs #birthday mixtape #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #nameless ghouls fic #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls

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angel-of-hunky-doryness · 1 year ago

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How Disney (Unintentionally) Created The Most Sympathetic Disney Villain

Yes, we're talking about Hades. So strap in, folks, this is gonna be a long one.

It may or may not come to a surprise to some of y'all that Mr. Hot head is my favorite Disney Villain. His charm, his sass, and above all his sarcastic one-liners, what isn't there to love about this walking-talking wheeling and dealing Mephistopheles archetype with the most basic villainous ambition of taking over the world.

Okay, fine, the cosmos. But at the end of the day, Hades has a very cut and dry appearance in Disney's Hercules. He doesn't even have nearly as much screentime as other Villains as I had previously believed.

First appearing quite apropos in the shadiest corner of Olympus ready to raise hell and all manner of chicanery just to incite misery to a newborn baby, only to exit stage left to cue the villainous side-plot with a bit of prophetical verse thrown in for good measure. A plan comes into being and he orders a hit on the aforementioned baby, only for the hit to fail despite y'know being the yutz in charge of the land of the dead *cough cough*

18 years pass and suddenly Hades has to completely 180 his plans, focusing not on his intended target of Olympus but the prophecy hero he thought he already axed. And so he unleashes a horde of monsters upon the city of Thebes as a result. The Titans are freed for some reason, Olympus is easily defeated and rescued, and then so is the plot device- I mean the Titans, and Hercules gives Hades the one punch man treatment, and so Hades is left to reconsider his life choices for all of eternity swirling in the Phlegethon/abyss. Pick your poison, either work.

Alright, cool, glad I got that out of the way. Oh, hold on, my sponsor, is giving me that beady eyed stare to remind our lovely audience that Meg was also an unfortunate victim in Hades' scheme. We'll get to Meg and Hades' relationship in a future post, but to summarize, Hades' treatment of Meg is far, far harsher and has tons more animosity than Hades and Hercules- the titular character mind you- ever had.

But I digress.

Despite, Hades' antagonistic role in the film, there are many, many nuggets that Disney gives that allows the audience to sympathize with his lot in life.

In his very quick introduction- it's a Disney movie the plot has to establish quickly cuz animators have lives too. Insert obligatory pay animator's fairly line here.

We have what I like to call Exhibit Alpha: The Introduction.

Now Disney Villains are no strangers to a dramatic introduction.

I couldn't find the exact gif of Maleficent appearing, but I ended up putting the one above because it proves my point. Everything about Maleficent strikes fear in the hearts of her audience. Everyone is watching her every move because they know she's a formidable threat.

When Hades makes himself known, the Olympians aren't scared or spooked like King Stefan and the 3 fairies were when Maleficent first appeared.

They're annoyed.

To them, Hades is the weird uncle no one invited, but shows up anyway. If anything, it looks like the gods have dealt with him before and know how to put on the cold shoulder to get him to leave faster.

The only one oblivious to all this is Zeus who invites him to stay and enjoy the party. But Hades isn't an idiot. He's very aware of the chilly reception he's getting and declines with this one-liner:

Keep this line in mind, we're going to circle back to it.

Zeus then proceeds to meet Hades with a quip right back and a very punny one at that, earning the first laugh since Hades arrived, and one at Hades' expense.

A laughing fit ensues and Hades storms off in a quiet rage.

A short scene indeed, but it tells us a lot about Hades, Zeus, and the gods.

Hades is an outcast.

Boo-hoo, homeboy just needs a girlfriend. Maybe a flaming flower-picking one, but that's neither here nor there.

Now, the interchange between Zeus and Hades makes it very clear how Hades started to become excluded from his family. Hades is absent to a lot of social gatherings and most of it is because of his job. A job that deals with stiffs, the dead, the dearly departed, however you wanna slice it.

Now before you say- well he was scheming to take over the cosmos on his free time, what do we see in the very next scene?

Over 5 billion souls served. Hades is a busy guy and the movie makes it really clear that even in his spare time meeting with the Fates, the work is piling up. Maybe that's why he's a fast talker, he's always moving and grooving so he can get some time to relax.

Yeah, yeah, we saw him smite some of his people on his small world boat ride, but considering we only see one god working in the underworld, he doesn't have the time of day for them and after eons of this drudgery he's gotten quite apathetic to their pleading.

The shades are just as doomed as him really.

Now we're going to gloss over a few scenes and move to Exhibit Beta: The Thebans.

Hold the phone, Hades isn't even in this scene.

My point exactly. Hades is a bit busy amassing a horde of monsters. Hecc, none of the disgruntled Thebans even mention a monster in their list of disasters. The Monster Mash party starts after Hercules rolled into town thanks to Meg after her failed recruitment of Nessus.

So what does that tell us? Whoever causes floods, earthquakes, fires probably caused by lightning incited these disasters not Hades. Hmm, on a weird side note, I don't think Hades' brothers, the earthshaker or god of storms, fit those descriptions at all.

All these disasters were happening while the Olympians did nothing. It wasn't unheard of for the ancient greek gods to send wayward mortals to do their bidding and help people or free them from monsters, so why does Phil put it upon himself to take Hercules out for the hero life? (Yeah Disney should've included the presence of other gods working on earth to make them out to really be responsible and helpful, hell maybe have Hermes fly in congratulating Herc for completing his training and direct him towards Thebes)

It's almost like Hades is the only god who's present or aware of the woes on earth. Sure he adds to it, but are the Olympians really lounging about doing nothing in this movie?

Exhibit Gamma: Storming the Palace

....

I have no words. Zeus and Hera could've been doing paperwork?? Looking out for their son??? Have a meeting with the Pantheon and that's why they're suddenly blindsided by the Titan attack???

Hades, though sassy, though sarcastic, and just a bucketful of ruthless and malicious described the Olympians to a T.

Hecc, the Olympians had no idea the Titans were out destroying the world until they were literally on their front doorstep. If Hades had told them to destroy half of Greece, they would've done so before the Olympians noticed.

And it's so contrived, but the only reason Hades lost was b/c Hercules shows up and frees some of the gods. Like if one other god was not on Mount Olympus they could've come save the day. But every god was there. Make that a fanfic y'all. ONe where the one god who was- I don't know confined to their island or something wondering where her mother went and so she has to gather all the nymphs and natures spirits to save olympus or some drivel like that.

Hermes had to sound the trumpet like judgement day to get the gods rocking and rolling. And that's not even considering how Hades gets punched into oblivion.

Exhibit Delta: Revelation 20:14 (NIV)

The one god who did his job has been thrown in prison??? Zombie apocalypse??? Is that you??? Where's Shawn when you need him???

Confine him to the underworld, Wonder Boy. Get your Greece Lightning father to take care of business in a flash. He'd get you Meg back in an instant. Just ask nicely. We know Psyche is in attendance. Meg deserves it after all she went through.

I know it's more dramatic, but the world of Hercules is absolutely screwed. Talk about a happy ending with terrible implications for the state of the world. Meg and Hercules are going to die and be sent to an afterlife with no deity to even send them to Elysium, and that's if Hades comes back at all.

*Takes a long drink from my pina colada*

I didn't mean for this post to turn into a hate show on the Disney Olympians. I'm just, I always knew Disney messed up hard on this movie. And yes I adore the hell out of it, but making a villain more sympathetic and likable than the hero? When I started writing this I didn't think it would get this bad, but the more I looked into it?

I haven't even touched how Hades has the worst employees, having to put up with his imps? The Titans who don't even know where the tallest mountain is?

For all his manipulation with Meg, Hades did give her everything he promised her. He's a devil sure, but he's a god of his word. He couldn't even force Meg to seduce Hercules, he had to convince her with some extra added relinquish your soul type bit. Hell, he was even willing to negotiate with Hercules after hurting his dog.

To finish off, even with those nuggets sprinkled in, at the end of the day Hades is a villain through and through. Yes, he's fun, yes, every single one of his lines is an improvised banger, but that's kind of the point.

One of the directors of Hercules once described Hades as being the type of evil that's attractive. Drags you in with promises of honey until you find yourself drowning in mercury. He's Mephistopheles offering you a Faustian deal, Satan with the apple, and this author trying to advertise their terrible fanfic that delves into this very topic.

I remain ever yours, dear readers.

Till next time.

#disney #disney hades #hercules #disney megara #disney hercules #my rambles #greek mythology #greek myth #zeus #disney villains #hades #persephone

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King’s Nightmarish Retail Experience

This post has been a long time coming because I know for a fact that suffering through retail makes for excellent stories and I have cosmically bad luck when it comes to dealing with people, so over the course of like 1 1/2 years I’ve just been stockpiling notes. I had been working with some people who had been working in pickup for five years and by the time I left I had three times more stories than they did. And now that I’ve quit over a month ago I can unleash this upon the world.

This post will only go over my experiences with customers and not people I worked with or how the store was ran. Most people in the store I worked at were either just normal people doing their jobs or the sweetest people you’ll ever meet, and very few people working in my store were actually jerks or gross. That’s actually how it is for most retail shops in general actually. Now I could say stuff about the few jerks (and I’d love to) but I’m not going to just as another way to eliminate any possibility of incriminating where it is I worked. Plus most of that frustration was directed at managers and corporate so you can probably guess why I’d be frustrated.

Also some of these stories are kinda gross so you know, warning. Although I did try and keep it classy.

General weird people in the store.

When I was out on the floor getting items for orders I observed a fair share of horrible and gross behavior. Things ranging from a guy sticking his hand in his pants to directly scratch his junk in public to a woman doing the same but with her chocolate starfish. Sometimes I even saw excellent parenting as well such as the time I saw a little kid pinching his dad, only for the dad to spin around and lift him up by the scruff of his shirt and say “Pinch me again and I’m breaking your neck in the parking lot”. Another time I saw a mom throw her umbrella at her toddlers face because he wasn’t listening to her. Excellent stuff.

This one is actually from one of my coworkers but years ago around the time The Last Jedi released a bunch of blue milk hit the shelves. My coworker was just getting items until a fat scruffy neckbeard guy barged up to her and yelled “Where’s your blue star wars milk?!”. If it happened to me I’d have to try really hard not to laugh at them.

I’ve also just had a customer just walk up to me and demand I clean up a carton of milk a child spilled even when I specified that I was a pickup worker, that wasn’t my job, and I didn’t have a phone to call anyone about it. I ended up having to ineffectively sponge it with paper towels while he watched with his hands on his hips for thirty seconds. Eventually someone came with a mop though.

I’ve had a woman pull me aside wanting me to help her text pictures of her pipes to her plumber. Like… no! I didn’t have time for that! You’d think she was a super old lady in her 80s or something but no she was like late 50s/early 60s! Old enough to know how a smartphone works!

Every customer from here on is memorable enough that I’ve given them their own section.

Memorial Day Farter

This one happened when I was out picking items for orders on Memorial Day.

A woman who, and I really have no other words to describe her, was a hamburger helper of a woman bent over in front of me to grab something and just bayblade let it rip directly on me. I have anosmia but I could tell it was a rancid congalala fart because I could taste it. I swear to god that the gust of intestinal wind that came out of her was powerful enough to blow my shirt back a bit.

And she didn’t even acknowledge it either! She just laboriously got back up and left!

I showered when I got home.

Cottage Cheese Lady

Once again I was out on the floor, this time in the dairy section.

I was grabbing stuff and my cart was parked in front of the cottage cheese. Off to my side an older lady was looking for something. English was not her first language cause she said “Where cottage cheese?” but she wasn’t facing me so I assumed she was taking to herself. But she kept repeating it louder and louder until she turned to me and yelled “WHERE COTTAGE CHEESE?!”. It took me a second to realize she had been talking to me the entire time and in that time she got right up in my face (or as close to it as a five foot person can to a 6ft 1 guy) and almost pinned me against the doors in the dairy section. And for some reason thrusted her chest out at me.

Now she was wearing some fancy v-neck jacket with a very deep v-neck and she was old. So she was thrusting some very unimpressive flabs at me while yelling “WHERE COTTAGE CHEESE”. Overwhelmed, I quickly slid out from in front of her and pushed my cart out of the way and pointed. She then arched her spine the opposite way like a hunchback in defeat and just said “oh…”.

“Bro”

This one also happened when I was out picking items. Occasionally when out picking customers would sometimes ask me where things are, and while I didn’t like it because we were timed on how fast we picked items for orders and the people in charge would get on our asses if we weren’t fast enough for them, I still answered customers if I could, sometimes even taking them to what they wanted if I had time or was in a good mood. Most of the time though people were right in front of what they were looking for and ended up looking like complete idiots.

That said, I didn’t know where everything was in the store. I’m not a robot. But you’d be surprised how downright pissy people get when you tell them you don’t know where something is. This guy is one of them.

So I was picking and a guy twenty feet away from me held his phone up and asked me “do you know where this is bro?”. Now I just want to take a second to describe this man. This guy who looked to be in his forties was in a tank top and had the torso of a really tall broad guy like me, but had limbs so short in skinny that he was only like 5 feet tall, so he had the proportions of a fuckin spore creature. I told him “sorry I don’t know where that is” because one I probably wouldn’t have, two I was strapped for time, and three I can’t see what’s on a phone twenty feet away from me.

This guy immediately raises his voice and yells “Oh so you don’t pay attention when you take stuff off the shelves bro?!”. I was just completely taken aback and a few people were looking at the scene this guy was making, so to get out of the sticky situation I pulled the ultimate get out of jail free card for dealing with customers: I told him it was my first day on the job even though I had been working for over one and a half years at that point.

Immediately this guy’s demeanor changed like a psycho and he started trying to be all cheerful and welcoming me to my new job. He even walked up to try and pat me on the back but I cringed away, and I think he got the message from that and left me alone.

Karen Video Tapes Me

This is the last one where I was out picking for orders.

So it was late in my shift, around 45 minutes before it ended, and I was with another person. It was a pretty good night so I decided that I’d pick for orders the next day just to get us a little bit ahead. So I’m out pushing my cart and getting items and as I turn into an aisle there’s this short old blond lady with a very fluffy expensive coat standing in the middle of the entrance to the aisle. No biggie though, I just maneuver around her and give her two feet of space. But as I pass her she turns to me in disbelief and says “you almost ran me over!” and I just kinda look at her confused and weirded out before continuing.

Now it could have just ended there with both of us thinking the other was weird and kinda rude but continuing on and probably not remembering each other the next day, but this woman was so incredibly personally offended by me. So later in my item wave I’m in the baking aisle bending down to grab something and I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone leaning into the entrance to the aisle and aiming their phone at me.

I got up and walked over and they shrank away, and as I turned the corner it was her! She had filmed me (without my consent which is illegal in my state) and was now scurrying like a fucking rodent towards the front of the store where one of the store managers was at.

I think “hell fucking no she’s not getting away with that” and I end my item wave and bring my cart back to my department to park it while calling who was in charge of the store at the time and explaining everything to her. She asked if the Karen was still in the store and I said I’d check. So I leave my department again to walk up front and see the lady walking up to the guy who oversees the self checkout and asking him to call a manager. I sauntered up with a smile on my face and told him “No no, this is about me. I’ll handle it.”

So I go towards the front office and find the store manager there and explain everything to him. He asks if the Karen is still there and I tell him yes and she wants to meet you, and I’ll take you to her. So I bring him over while making a show out of being polite to everyone around me and saying excuse me to customers in my way all while the lady is trying to burn holes through me with her eyes. I brought the store manager up to her and as he started talking to her I dipped out because my shift was over by then.

I don’t actually know what happened after that but judging by the fact that I heard nothing about it the next day I assume I didn’t get into any trouble and the lady got to die mad about it.

Public Pisser

Every story from now on happened while I was in my department “running desk”, which means I was taking out orders to people in the little pickup parking lot.

This story is also the first weird customer interaction I had.

So I was just watching the camera feed waiting for people to come get their orders when a white SUV pulls up right beside the door we used to go in and out. A guy stepped out of the car but stayed behind his car door so I couldn’t really see him on the camera. He just kinda stood there for a bit and I was starting to wonder what he was doing, so I walked up to the door and flip up a little flap that lets me see through a small window…

And he was pissing.

He was pissing in public on the door. And I saw everything, including how painfully average he was below the belt.

So I knocked on the door to get his attention and his head snapped up to look me in the eyes. I just slowly nodded my head “no” while he started cussing at me, and then I just stepped away from the door and kinda let him get away with it because I was done with the interaction.

Tornado Lady

This one is short and just kinda shows how skewed the priorities of some people can be.

This happened during a tornado that was passing by, and the wind was going crazy and it was raining bullets. At the time the incident happened everyone in the store was in the tornado shelter areas and even the people who had come for their orders moved to park in front of the store to get to safety. All except for one car.

About ten minutes into waiting for the tornado to pass we get a call on our department phone (because people could call us to say they were there although we preferred if people used the app) and it’s an old lady who yells this.

“Um hello?! My husband has been waiting for his order for fifteen minutes! What’s the hold up?!”

My only response I could muster was “Ma’am there is A TORNADO OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW YOUR HUSBAND NEEDS TO GET TO SAFETY.” and she hung up.

The car with the hubby inside didn’t move but luckily the storm didn’t last much longer afterwards and things could continue as normal. In contrast to his wife the man was actually very kind and understanding.

Unactivated Credit Card

So something to note about how pickup worked, at least where I was employed, was that when a customer signed in we had to scan and assemble all the items in their order that we stored after picking, and then process the payment. Sometimes the payment could fail for a variety of reasons though. Like if the customer didn’t have enough money, or their card was locked, or they used a third party payment like PayPal, or their order was so expensive that their bank locks their card to prevent fraud (frustratingly common). When that happened the person running desk had to print off a bunch of paperwork, go out and get the customer’s card, then go halfway across the building to the self checkout to manually pay for the order there. It was an incredibly infuriating process that brought everything to a halt (even while we were still being timed).

One time though a lady’s order failed and I just spent a half hour going back and forth trying to get her card to work all while she kept getting angrier at me. She even accused me of running her card through the scanner wrong, which… there’s only one way to do it so that’s impossible. Eventually she called her bank in a fit and it turns out her card, which was brand new, wasn’t even activated. So she just flipped me off and sped off.

Mulch Lady

So this one took place when a deal was going on at the store. Multiple stores in the chain were having a deal with mulch where if you bought ten you’d get them for ten dollars. However, there was a glitch in pickup where you could instead get ten for five dollars. Management had actually called us to tell us about this and that if people place orders for mulch we’ll have to call the customer and explain to them they will have to pay full price or we will have to cancel the order.

Now a woman tried to place five orders of ten packs of mulch. So I had to call her and explain why if she wanted the mulch she’d have to pay double what the glitch was telling her. Immediately she gets all pissy and throws a fit and tells me that I have to “respect the wishes of the customer”. So when that conversation was over I had to call a store manager about it.

Basically we had to get the mulch ready and she needed to come inside to talk to him about the deal and get stuff sorted out. So that was frustrating because my department had to get 50 packs of mulch, which was so much that we had to borrow a special large trolley from another department. My conversation with the mulch lady went more or less the same as it did before except for one key difference.

She mentioned that her friends did the same thing at a different store the day before so she was extra angry that she couldn’t do the same. And that’s when I realized, the only reason management caught the glitch in the first place is because of her friends and she was trying to pull the same shit they did! Anyways she came for her mulch and went to talk to the store manager about it, and the conversation went in circles because she kept saying “I don’t understand” to everything. Not because she actually couldn’t comprehend anything, but because she didn’t like the answer she was getting and was trying to bait out a different one. She eventually relented though and settled on only taking half the mulch she ordered, which was annoying since I had to remove some from the giant pile of 50 ten pound bags.

So as I’m taking out all the bags on the large trolly I get to the door and suddenly the trolley stops. I took a look and realized the trolley was barely wider than the doorframe and because of the weight it was now wedged in the door and I couldn’t get it out. So I basically had to climb the mountain of mulch to get to the other side and start unloading it into the lady’s van to get rid of the excess weight and dislodge the trolley. It worked but it was really annoying.

Also Mulch Lady didn’t learn her lesson because she tried the same shit the next day.

Taking Offense to a Thanks

This one still makes me mad.

So with how pickup works a customer is supposed to use the app to say they’re on their way and then when they arrive they say they’re here. The idea is to give us a heads up so we can partly prepare an order ahead of time so that when the customer arrives they don’t wait as long and we can beat the timer (because we were timed).

But the longer I stayed at the place the less and less customers did this and it got to a point where only about 1/5th of customers were telling us they were on their way. So eventually I started politely asking customers to let us know when they’re coming, and it was working somewhat until this guy.

Let’s call him Brick. So one day Brick came without letting us know he was on his way and he had a huge order, so big in fact that another coworker went out to help me load it onto his truck (he never helped of course). When we finished I did my usual “You’re all set, have a good day” routine and politely asked him to let us know when he’s on his way. As I turned around and went inside Brick pulled my coworker to the side to complain to her and demand why he had to do that. Even when she politely explained he still threw a fit before driving off, and I later learned that Brick complained to corporate.

A week later when I served him again he actually did use the app to say he was on his way, so I very politely thanked him for doing that and said that because fewer people were notifying us things were getting harder and so I appreciated that small thing. Apparently my thanks just broke Brick because he complained to corporate again but this time said just about every bad thing you could say about an employee short of assault and sexual harassment, so I got written up for it.

I refused to serve Brick again, because he just had it out for me and kept asking my coworkers where I was and kept saying that he wanted a word with me.

Now this story might have a happy ending because it turns out that Brick owns a construction company around where I live and I’m currently trying to figure out how my family and I can review bomb his business without getting sued for defamation.

Nasty Man

Some customers really don’t care to not look like total slobs in front of others or try and have some public decency. One interaction sticks out to me and I’m going to call this guy Cory because he looked like Armenian Cory but somehow even more swollen.

I took his order out to him and he got out of his car to help (which honestly good on him I appreciated that). But he was greasy and his shirt was like three sizes too small and his pants were too big and about to fall down. Cory also wasn’t wearing underwear and I learned that the hard way when he bent over when facing away from me and bared his whole ass. I also unfortunately noticed his fly was down and I could see his uhh… small earthworm.

It was a very uncomfortable situation and I couldn’t tell him to pull his pants up because he could report me and I’d get in trouble! So I had to grin and bear it while this idiot was getting his groceries with his dick out.

Happy Birthday!

This is another customer who had zero shame.

This happened last year on my birthday/national Godzilla Day. It was night and I was doing a later shift and a guy in a truck pulled up and signed in. Things went pretty normally and I took his order out to him. Now I was going to put it in his trunk because that’s usually where customers want their groceries, but this guy said he wanted his stuff in the passenger seat.

I was like “Okay” because that’s not really a big deal, so I opened the door and started unloading his groceries and I noticed he was watching his phone. Now the phone was mostly turned away from me but I could see just a sliver of the screen, enough to make out what he was watching. And he was watching…

Porn

He was watching porn right in front of me while I was giving him his groceries.

Absolutely shameless.

He tried to turn the phone away from me more but I already saw. I basically hurried up with giving him his stuff and rushed back inside. Now I expected him to leave after that… but then his truck started shaking. I eventually called the store manager and we were about to send security out before he finished and drove off. I think he knew I saw because he never came back.

The Time I Was Actually Almost Mugged or Trafficked

I’ve actually talked about this one in the past here before but I’ll just rehash it here, and unlike all the other stories where it’s just about Karens and idiots and gross slobs, this one is actually scary.

So it was late at night and I was covering for my underage coworker so she could take a lunch break. A black SUV slowly pulled up to park and takes up 2 parking spots, and then a woman got out of her car and kinda stumbled over to the signs in front of the pickup parking spots.

I assumed she's drunk and can't sign into the app and is looking at the signs for the number to call us and say she's here. But then she walked up to the pickup door and knocked, and was keeping her face away from the camera the whole time. I grew incredibly suspicious because customers aren't supposed to come up to the door for security reasons, and she's keeping her face turned away from the camera the whole time. So I slinked up to the door and quietly flipped the metal plate to peek out the window.

Her back is still to the door.

I slink back to the curbside front desk and keep my eyes on the camera. After awhile she stumbles back to her car and then calls. I proceeded as normal and get her name, but as I was looking I noticed that her name isn't on the list for the day. I think "okay maybe she's drunk and her order is for tomorrow". I looked all the way up into a week ahead of time. Her name was not on the order list. I told her this and asked if her order was under a different name. She said "Well I used my son's card for the order so maybe it's under that, but his last name is the same."

Btw I could barely understand her and I had to ask her to repeat herself a few times.

I asked what it is she ordered. She said sketchers. I looked for some shoes. We didn’t have any back in pickup for any orders. I told her this and before I could tell her she might be at the wrong store she hangs up. And stayed there for almost ten minutes.

2 customers pulled up and signed in for their orders and I think “okay I’m not going out alone”. So I called the head of the store and she sent a team lead and what I assume was security back there. As I’m explaining to them the situation my coworker gets back from break. So I come up with a plan: we all go out at the same time and my coworker and I give the orders to the customers while the two guys talk to her and see what’s up.

But as they approached her car she sped off.

They're weirded out too and gave me the number for security in case she came back. And for the rest of my shift I did not let my 16 year old coworker take out orders, and when I left I urged her to call security if anything vaguely weird happened.

Now this exact situation could have gone so much worse. What these people like that do is get a woman in on the whole thing drunk and drive them to a pickup parking lot at night. The reason she’s drunk is to make her seem defenseless and to lower the guard of the employees, but she also hid her face from the camera to make it harder to link her to a crime. Everything she did was to get someone to come out to the car where more people hiding in the back of the vehicle would come out to mug the employee, or if they’re underage girls, potentially kidnap them.

This exact scenario has played out before around where I live and I am so glad that my cautious nature picked up on what was going on.

The Worst Customer

I’ve painted a pretty good picture of some pretty terrible people, but this woman is in a league of her own. To give a sense of how awful she was, she is the only customer I’ve ever had who purposely caused me physical harm. I’m going to call her Slattern, because that is the nicest thing I could call her.

She was a regular to the store, but she never did anything to meet us halfway and was so incredibly short fused and rude that half of the people in my department dreaded serving Slattern. So full of anger was she that she could barely keep herself from throwing a fit when we so much as asked her name when we brought her order out to double check that it was hers.

The one time Slattern hurt me was during winter where I guess she was having a bad day or something. As I was leaning into the back of her SUV to put the groceries in I saw her hand fly up and press the button on her rear view mirror that closed the trunk, and it slammed down on my head. The metal edge of it hit me and the only reason I wasn’t cut and bleeding is because I had a jacket over my head, and that jacket got a cut in it afterwards. I almost fell over onto the ice covered asphalt because of how much pain I was in. Her teenage son actually showed concern for me and was asking if I was okay, but when I looked at Slattern’s face through the rear view mirror all I saw was her looking at me with this smug satisfied smirk.

This woman was genuine evil and had some of the worst tantrums the store I worked at ever saw on the few occasions she stormed up to the front to argue with a store manager. Even they thought Slattern was “a complete bitch”, and even her son tried to get her to stop a few times. I quit before I ever saw the end to the Slattern Saga, but I’m certain she’s banned from the store by now. I would have absolutely pressed charges but unfortunately the trunk thing was very easy to write off as an accident.

The Angry Cloudstrike Man

This one happened during the cloudstrike fiasco if you remember when half the internet imploded awhile ago.

During this time working retail was possibly the worst it had ever been, without a properly functioning network we were borderline incapable of doing our jobs but corporate wanted us to anyways. We had to treat every order like a failed order and this resulted in long wait times that made everyone very angry for at least a two days until everyone realized why nothing was working. But there was one older customer who just never got the memo and was just constantly a complete asshole.

Every time he’d get mad at us for our system not working and act like he expected us to magically fix it, and was just so mean and yelled at everyone who served him no matter how many times we politely explained things to him and offered gift cards as compensation. Every time he’d also say he’d complain to corporate on their website and never come back again… but then be back the next day for several days straight. So definitely not a man of his word which was kinda funny.

He was so rude to us so consistently that I was able to get the higher ups to get off their asses for once and begin the process of banning him from the store.

It eventually came to a head one day where he placed an order but we never received it (because again, cloudstrike) and yelled at a coworker who had to go out and explain it to him. When she came back inside he called our front desk and I answered.

Again, I explained to him what happened and that we had no power to fix it, but he refused to listen and the conversation went in circles. It eventually got to the point where he was wasting so much of my time and I was getting so sick of his shit that I realized “okay corporate already knows this guy is an asshole and he’s already getting banned from the store and he already probably spews bullshit when he complains to corporate” and just went mask off.

I personally shrink away from confrontation so this is very uncharacteristic of me, but I just started full blown arguing with him and trying to make him as angry as possible. I didn’t hurl any obscenities but it was clear I was just stirring shit, and oh my god it was euphoric. If you’ve never worked retail you will never know the feeling of having a job where you simultaneously keep the gears of society turning while being treated like the shit stuck on someone’s shoe, and just unleashing that frustration on someone who deserves it. The only way that moment could have been even better is if I could reach through the phone and strangle the guy like Bart Simpson.

I wanted to end on a happy note. That’s about it for the retail stories.

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