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Angel Broking Login - Find Angel one Login Method of App & Back Office

Are you an investor looking for hassle-free and convenient trading solutions? Look no further than Angel Broking - one of India's Best stockbrokers. With its advanced technology platforms, including the Angel One app and Back Office, investors can easily manage their portfolio anytime, anywhere. But how do you log in to these platforms? In this blog post, we'll guide you through the Angel Broking login process step-by-step so that you can start trading efficiently and effectively. So let's get started!

Angel One Login Process – Angel One App Login Method

 The Angel One app is a powerful trading platform that provides investors with real-time market data and analytics. To access it, you'll need to follow the Angel One login process.

Firstly, download the Angel Broking app from either Google Play or the App Store. Once you have installed the app on your phone, open it up and click on "Login" at the bottom of your screen.

Next, enter your registered mobile number and password in their respective fields. If you're logging in for the first time, you will be prompted to create a new password.

After entering your details correctly, tap on "Submit." You should now be logged into your account!

The Angel One app offers several features such as Sensibull option chain integration and Spark Login technology for secure logins. With its user-friendly interface and comprehensive market analysis tools, this platform makes stock trading accessible even for beginners.

To log in to your Angel One account the app, simply follow these steps:

1. Download the Angel Broking app from the App Store or Google Play Store.

2. Open the app and click on "Login".

3. Enter your registered mobile number and click on "Send OTP".

4. Enter the OTP received on your mobile number and click on "Verify OTP".

5. Set a 6-digit trading PIN for added security.

6. Voila! You are now logged in to your Angel One account.

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If at any point during this process you encounter any issues or have questions about your account, don't hesitate to reach out to Angel Broking's customer care team who can assist you further.

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To access and manage your investment portfolio with Angel Broking, you need to log in to the Back Office. The Back Office is a web-based portal that provides clients with access to their account details, including transaction history, contract notes, and other relevant data.

To login into the Angel Broking Back Office platform, follow these simple steps:

1. Visit the official website of Angel Broking.

2. Click on 'Login' at the top right corner of the homepage.

3. Select 'BackOffice Login' from the dropdown menu.

4. Enter your Client ID or registered Email ID in the given field.

5. Type in your password and click on 'Login'.

You can also use your Google or Facebook account credentials if you have linked them with your Angel Broking account.

Once logged in, you can view all essential information about your investments through an easy-to-navigate dashboard that displays data such as Demat Holdings Summary, Position Statement by Date Range & Scrip-wise Details along with available limits for trading purposes.

The back office login process with Angel broking is straightforward and user-friendly making it easy for customers to stay informed about their investments anytime they want!

Angel Broking offers its customers a seamless and user-friendly login process through both the Angel One app and back office login method. With the help of these methods, users can easily access their accounts and track their investments. Along with this, Angel Broking also provides various additional features like Spark Login, Sensibull Option Chain, etc., to enhance the overall trading experience for its clients.

Moreover, if you ever face any issues or have any queries related to your account or investment portfolio, you can always reach out to Angel Broking's customer care number for assistance.

Angel Broking is committed to providing top-class services to its clients while ensuring a hassle-free trading experience. So whether you are an experienced trader or just starting your investment journey, Angel Broking has got you covered with its efficient login processes and exceptional support system.

Angel Broking provides its customers with a user-friendly and secure platform to invest in the stock market. With the Angel One app, investors can easily track their portfolio and place trades on-the-go. The Back Office login process allows investors to access detailed reports of their investments and keep track of their profits.

It's important to remember that proper account security measures should always be followed when logging in to any online tradingplatform. Always use strong passwords and enable two-factor authentication for added protection.

If you encounter any issues or have questions about your account, Angel Broking offers excellent customer support through phone, email, chat or even social media channels like Twitter.

Angel Broking is a reliable choice for those looking to start investing in the Indian stock market. With easy-to-use platforms like the Angel One app and robust features such as Sensibull options chain analysis tools, it's no wonder why millions of investors choose this platform for their investment needs.

Angel Broking is a reliable and user-friendly platform that offers multiple login methods for its customers. The Angel One app provides an easy way to manage your investments on-the-go, while the Back Office Login Process allows you to track your portfolio performance and access reports. With features like Sensibull Option Chain and Spark Login, users can make informed decisions while trading in derivatives or investing in stocks.

If you encounter any issues during the login process or face any other queries related to your account, Angel Broking's customer care number is available 24/7 to provide assistance. So whether you are a beginner or an experienced trader/investor, Angel Broking has got you covered with its intuitive interface and various tools.

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[strangesthirdeye]

Being blind and dating Crowley would include:

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

-DB

Warning: nothing just fluff and Crowley being sweet and awesome boyfriend

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•He knows you through Aziraphale. Well Aziraphale has many customers who come to his bookshop so Crowley assumes you are just one of Aziraphale's customers who come to talk about books.

•later finds out that you are Aziraphale's friend who came just to visit him and say hello.

• the first time he saw you wearing sunglasses that matched his made him think 'maybe you wear them because your eyes are sensitive to sunlight or you just wear them because you really want to wear them' so he ignores that and greets Aziraphale with a burst into the bookshop.

• later find out that you are blind after Aziraphale scowls at him and says you have sensitive ears so after Crowley's booming voice greets Aziraphale, you are startled by the sudden loud voice.

• Crowley being a demon that isn't much of a demon apologizes to you. (and make an apology dance j/k)

• You just smile and shake your head and just say that you are used to it because your senses other than your vision are quite sharp making you aware of such situations.

• soon after, you could say you always came to the bookshop to chat with Crowley and sometimes with Aziraphale. But usually Crowley due to Aziraphale being busy with customers who come to the bookshop.

• At first, Crowley was a bit awkward to chat with you but over time he was ok with you. Often give compliments on your matching sunglasses.

• You can only blush. And Crowley noticed your red face.

• because you are blind, Crowley always helps you like accompanying you to go home in a Bentley, opening his car door for you and sometimes he also helps you by holding your shoulder and guiding you to the seat no matter where you are so that you don't bump with furniture or people.

• drive Bentley at a speed that is not very fast for your safety. although you don't care how fast Crowley drives, you enjoy it.

•blushing because you once tried to touch his face in order to know what his face looks like and fought back a groan of pleasure when your fingers gently stroked his red hair.

• resisting the urge to confess his feelings to you because he doesn't know how to confess to you. His face turned red when he saw your smile. And he's just a relief because of course you don't see his red face.

• later, confess his feelings to you after having dinner at the Ritz where Aziraphale recommended and gave advice to Crowley about love. Crowley only made a face when he heard the word love but still took the advice and confessed his feelings for you.

•protect you at all costs like scowling at people who bumped into you without apologizing or at people who try to get close to you. Because he doesn't like people doing that to his precious Angel. And that's what boyfriend always does right?

• Call you Angel without realizing that he is calling you that at first. You just blushed and Crowley grinned cheekily at your red face. You are the only angel he admires and loves. Although he calls Aziraphale an angel because he is an angel but you are an angel in his heart.

• stunned after you found out that he was a demon right after Crowley told you about that and even more stunned after finding out that Aziraphale was an angel. But you let it go because well you love Crowley no matter what so you're fine.

• Not wearing his glasses around you because well he trusts you and I don't want to say a sentence that you are blind because that is a bit rude. (sorry)

• Admire your face and always give a kiss on the forehead every time you come to the bookshop.

• Aziraphale being the number one shipper can only squeal with excitement.

• shape shift into a snake just to snuggle around your neck.

• Often put his head on your lap and you will gently stroke his hair making Crowley fall asleep.

• well no matter where you are, Crowley will always be by your side and be a shield for you. Give you affection and comfort you if you have a mental breakdown. But overall, Crowley is the best boyfriend ever.

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SEVENTEEN AS LOVE TROPES

[♡] seungcheol as a secret billionaire. when choi seungcheol first came to the cafe where you worked, you were awestruck by his handsomeness. he had a deep voice and was patient with you while ordering unlike the other customers, as though knowing it was your first day here. it got you wondering if he was a regular here and if he would visit soon again because damn, that dimple that appeared on his cheeks while he snapped a picture of his coffee was enough to make your heart flutter. turns out, seungcheol was a regular and very soon he was making small talks with you. you never expected to fall for someone in this way and you were sure he wouldn’t return the feelings until one day he asked for your number. small dates in the parks, late night walks by the river and him walking you till your house laced your new love life. you were curious though, of what he did and where he lived because the two of you would always crash in your place. you only knew about some of his hobbies that the two of you would indulge in during your dates, but not what he did for a living. you didn’t care though; you were smitten by the man in whose arms you were in. one day seungcheol confessed to you that he had been hiding something from you; that he was actually a billionaire. at first you were taken aback but immediately kissed him when he looked at you worriedly, telling him it didn’t matter what he did as long as he was still him.

[♡] jeonghan as friends to lovers. you met jeonghan for the first time at a mutual friend’s party. the two of you clicked easily and very soon became close friends. not only did you both share almost the same hobbies but even your humour level was at par with each other, which made hanging out with jeonghan very fun. one day, when you were at the beach with all your friends, you watched jeonghan attempt to push seungcheol into the sea, causing you to giggle. he saw you looking at him and smiled back, his hair wet from the salty water as the sun dipped in the horizon behind him. and all of a sudden, he looked like an angel grinning at you and you felt your heart give a painful squeeze. it didn’t take you much time to realise that you were in love with him. soon everything he did made your heart flutter and each and every of his friendly gestures to you made your knee go weak. as much as you wanted to spend more time with him, you realised you didn’t want to ruin the precious friendship the two of you had. so instead, you began avoiding him. all of a sudden you became an expert at making excuses, cooking up anything to avoid him and your feelings for him. until one day you found him at your doorstep, begging you to explain what he had done wrong. maybe it was the way he looked heartbroken or maybe it was that you realised you were being selfish, you broke down then and there and confessed everything to him. you thought he would push you away but instead, he pulled you by your waist and kissed you, as though it was an answer to your confession. 

[♡] joshua as enemies to lovers. to say you couldn’t stand hong joshua would have been an understatement; you hated his very existence. everything he did infuriated you, especially the way he acted like he was better than everyone else. what made it worse was that both of you were elected as the heads of the student body, meaning that you would have to work together for the entire year. at the beginning, you were apprehensive of how your both ideas might clash with each other but from the very first meeting you were reassured because both of you were always on the same page. soon working with him became a little less painful as you discovered each other more deeply. he had this crazy sense of humour and you slowly seemed to realise why he was popular. you still couldn’t stand his cockiness but he was right; joshua was handsome. you weren’t sure when your hatred had turned into a little crush but you knew you were never going to stop bickering with him; something about riling him up excited you. one afternoon you found yourself alone with him in the classroom duties, and you took this as an opportunity to tease him on how he probably wouldn’t have anyone to go with for prom. joshua seemed to avoid your jeers, commenting that he didn’t need anybody, just a specific someone but you were giggling too much until he pinned you against the classroom wall. you felt your stomach drop when he looked at your eyes, waiting for you to tell him no but when you didn’t he kissed you softly, as though you were that someone. 

[♡] junhui as a love triangle. junhui watched the two of you giggle beside the fountain, closing your eyes and tossing a coin after making a wish. he watched as you clasped you fist earnestly and wished, while wonwoo looked at you lovingly. it was a known fact that wonwoo liked you, but somehow it was oblivious to you. and he knew he shouldn’t be happy over his friend’s situation and yet he couldn’t help it; moon junhui had been in love with you ever since wonwoo introduced you to him as his best friend and him to you as his roommate. it wasn’t that hard to fall for you more, especially since you camped at their room pretty often. and yet, he didn’t dare to confess in case that made you uncomfortable and you stopped coming over, causing him to lose you and probably even wonwoo. so he buried his feelings deep inside because he was damn sure you liked wonwoo too. “what did you wish for?” he joked, when you jogged over to him and sat down beside him. “it wouldn’t be a secret then jun.” you rolled your eyes at him and smiled, causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach. “come on, you can trust me with this secret.” you pretended to think before beckoning him to come closer. “then should i let you in on one of my secrets?” he nodded and you whispered in his ear. “i like you, wen junhui.” before jun could react you got up and bounced away, laughing at the way he was frozen. he felt himself smile before he began chasing you, promising to keep this secret to himself.

[♡] soonyoung as love at first sight. you struggled to climb up the stairs with all the books in your hand. luck didn’t seem to be on your side today as not only did your bag rip open but the elevator was out of service only for today. your room was on the fourth floor and you were already out of breath despite it being the second floor only. “i need to exercise more.” you huffed, stumbling in the next few steps. “er, do you need help?” you looked at the new voice that spoke from above you and you felt your heart stutter for a second. because standing at the top of the stairs was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. agreed his hair was messy like any other sleep deprived college student and he was just wearing tracksuits, nothing fancy. and yet, the softness in his features and the way he looked at you concerningly made your knees go weak. you cleared your throat when you realised he was still waiting for an answer. “uh, yeah. yeah that would be great.” you expected him to take some of your books but instead he took everything that was in your hand and gave you a smile. if you weren’t already in love, you were now for sure. as the two of you walked up to your room, you got to know each other a little. he lived below you and was in the same major. soon, you reached your room and he carefully dropped off your books at your table. “er…” you began as he was about to step out of the house. soonyoung, your new crush, looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to go on. “can i have your number?” you blurted out and he smiled. “sure, i was hoping you would ask.” 

[♡] wonwoo as the boy next door. “we have a new neighbour?” you asked and your mother nodded in affirmative. “kind of late to change schools in 12th.” you muttered to yourself as you took out the trash bags. as you reached the stairs to go down, you heard someone call for you. “excuse me, where do i throw the trash bags?” you turned to find yourself face to face with a boy of your age, looking lost. he’s kinda cute. “you can follow me, i’m going there too.” he nodded and smiled at you gratefully, pushing his specs up his nose bridge, which you once again considered cute. you quickly found out that this was your new next door neighbour, jeon wonwoo. you hadn’t even said anything about being his friend but he wordlessly followed you around in both the school and the apartment. you didn’t mind though; he was an interesting person. he would invite you over for gaming and you would say yes, even though you hated games. you just found it fun and comfortable hanging out with him. not to mention your growing crush on the awkward boy and his nerdy glasses. “if you don’t like gaming,” wonwoo asked one day as you sat on his bed doing homework while he gamed, “why do you come over?” you froze at the question but managed to roll your eyes. “duh, to spend time with my friend?” he stopped gaming and rolled his chair towards you, until you both were face to face. “wrong. it's because you have a crush on me right?” shit. “and if i do?” he wordlessly moved back to the computer. “then go on a date with me tomorrow.” 

[♡] jihoon as the first love. “is this seat taken?” you asked, causing the boy to look up. he just shook his head in negative, barely acknowledging your presence, but you were grateful for it. you slipped into your seat and looked around, wondering which book to take out. this was your first music lesson and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any further. “it's the blue book.” you turned to the boy beside you, but he wasn’t even looking at you when he spoke. you just muttered a thank you and took it out, hoping he wouldn’t mind helping you. turns out, lee jihoon, the boy next to you, was a music prodigy. and you on the other hand, were a complete mess. you struggled to read your notes let alone make small melodies. thankfully, jihoon would slip you small instructions every now and then until finally, he offered to tutor you. “there. you’ve improved a lot!” he congratulated you one day, smiling at you. you felt your stomach drop at the small action and wondered what that feeling was. this went on for a few more days and those feelings grew, until every time you were with him, you felt like you were on cloud nine. you had never had a crush on anyone before so you really weren’t sure how to handle this. and it made you (embarrassingly) nervous and excited in front of him. “what’s wrong? why are you so nervous these days?” he asked one day, causing your cheeks to heat up. “w-what do you mean?” you asked, unable to meet his eyes anymore. “you know,” he muttered, leaning in to peck your cheeks. “you are really cute when you get flustered.” 

[♡] seokmin as secret lover. you felt his warm fingertips tickle your knees and you swatted his hand away, your small smile threatening to give the game away. yet when you looked at your boyfriend sitting beside you, he was just staring at the lecture board nonchalantly as though he had not done anything. lee seokmin, known to the world as dk, was a part of the band called seventeen. and that was the reason why your relationship was a secret from the world (except for his band members of course). as much as it pained you, you were happy for these small moments like the few days he would attend college with you. and somehow, you found it thrilling to be in a secret relationship. it gave you an adrenaline rush knowing that no one would ever doubt that the seokmin studiously jotting down the lecture notes was busy drawing small circles on your knees with his thumb. you loved it when you both went out on late night dates or when he sneaked into your room. you also loved it when he would give you a secret smile at the concerts, making you forget all the hardships your relationship sometimes gave you. “one day,” seokmin said, swinging you one last time before you stepped into your room, “i’ll marry you.” wickedly, you pushed him away when he tried to kiss you. “sure seok, a secret marriage sounds equally sexy.” he pouted, pulling at your heartstrings before pulling you into a hug. “baby, i’m really sorry. i just- don’t want you to get hurt.” “i know.” you whispered, content to be in his arms. “but you gotta make it up to me, okay?” he pulled away from you, already knowing where this was going. “and what does my princess need?” pulling him into your room, you made sure your roommate was out. “stay over tonight?” 

[♡] mingyu as fake relationship. this was wrong. this was so wrong. and yet you found yourself crossing the border and falling hard for kim mingyu. you weren't supposed to fall for him; the two of you weren't even a real couple. after all, he was just a friend whom you happened to bump into when you were running back home crying, after breaking up with your then boyfriend when he said he was seeing someone else behind your back. it was mingyu's idea to be in a fake relationship to get back on your ex and back then you had readily agreed. what you did not realise that you might end up falling for him. the way he cared for you, his small gestures towards you despite not being your actual boyfriend was enough to set butterflies in you. he was so sweet and always so caring, traces of his touch always lingering against your skin even when he had left. you always knew he was a faithful friend and this had proved it, solidifying your affection for him even more. one evening, he had taken you out on a dinner date and he looked so adorable, begging you to go out despite your pending work. there was no way you could say no to him so here you found yourself in a restaurant, admiring mingyu’s beauty under the dim lights. then all of a sudden he took your hands in his and brushed his lips against your knuckles, shyly confessing that he had fallen for you. you burst into tears and he immediately let your hand go, quickly apologising. it was only when you slapped his arm and said you loved him back too did he stop, choosing to kiss you instead.

[♡] minghao as the boy i met at the museum. if you had known backpacking europe all alone would have been this lonely, you would have waited for a few more years until you could take your entire family with you. but now you were stuck with countless museum and gallery tickets in your hand, boredom seeping in as you took in the paintings exhibited there. which was odd because you were a sucker for museums. but to have no one to talk to or express your opinions on said art and sculpture and have just the audio tour guide plugged in was very tiring and boring, making you lose all the excitement you had. you stared at one particular painting, the audio in your ears unclear as you had been wearing it for quite sometime now when you heard someone say something to you. you turned to your right to see a man pointing at the painting while looking at you and you took off your earphones to hear him properly. “i said,” he repeated (he had an amazing voice), “do you like botticelli that much? you’ve been staring at that painting for quiet some time”. “oh! oh no it’s just that uh- i kinda zoned out because i had no one to talk to. i really love art but…” you explained to him and the stranger smiled at you. “you can talk to me. i love art too and even i’m backpacking all alone.” you never expected this one random conversation to change your trip forever. minghao, the stranger’s name, and you soon became travel buddies and aligned all your visitations together. it was the best trip you had in your entire life, marking unforgettable memories. once the trip was over the two of you exchanged numbers to keep in touch and very soon you both were heads over heels with each other. you never expected your trip alone to turn out like this but you were glad minghao had talked to you. 

[♡] seungkwan as grumpy x sunshine. you still remember your first encounter with boo seungkwan back in nursery school. even though teachers weren’t supposed to have favourites, your cheery personality and smiley face won the heart of all the adults there. so naturally most of the kids hung out with you. you had always noticed seungkwan playing at the corner on his own so one day you decided to ask him to join you. the only response you got was an angry ‘hmmp!’ as he turned away from you, taking his blocks with him. you thought that would be the last time you saw him until now, when you found him sitting across you in your college lecture hall. you wondered whether he remembered you so you approached him, smiling as usual. but no sooner had you opened your mouth to greet him he glared at you and turned away, leaving you baffled. so he did remember you and he was still the same grumpy kid. so you took it as a personal mission to be on his friend’s list (in reality you had no friends in college because you were sure your sunshine like personality was attracting more fake friends than real ones). slowly, as you got adjusted to his grumpy nature, you realised he wasn’t all that bad. he had a great sense of humour (assuming he wasn’t irritated with you) and he took care of you in small ways, whether it was just casually asking whether you ate your breakfast or passing you the notes you missed. and one day seungkwan just confessed to you out of the blue and you threw your arms around his neck to kiss him, realising that you too had been crushing on him for a long time.

[♡] vernon as opposites attract. how you and vernon had managed to end up together was still a mystery to everyone (including the two of you). both of you were the complete opposites of each other, both in personality and taste and yet, that’s what seemed to have clicked for both of you. vernon still remembered how you were back in middle school; loud, funny, and someone with many friends while he was the quiet kid who sat at the corner of the classroom and rarely interacted (he was sure you didn’t even know about his existence back then). soon he realised he loved watching you from his seat, he loved your smile, he loved your jokes and he loved your laughter. by high school he was totally in love with you but didn’t have the courage because how could he? the two of you were so different from each other that even his friends were unsure of it. then came the miracle in the form of a group project and the two of you were paired up together. slowly, the two of you became good friends and even began hanging out apart from doing the project. you loved every single moment you spent with vernon. while he was so calm and composed most of the time, he didn’t even think twice before joining you in your shenanigans. and yet, he was like the calmness you needed in your overly dramatic (in the fun way, of course) life. 

[♡] chan as childhood sweethearts. chan watched you from afar, a smile unknowingly tugging at his lips. he could feel his heart swelling with love as you laughed at some joke, despite it being more than six years since the two of you had started dating. he still remembered the day he confessed to you, it was engraved in his memory as though it was just yesterday. the two of you were sitting at the neighbourhood park, watching the lantern festival when you caught him staring at you. at that moment, he had accidentally blurted out how he had a crush on you for quite some time now and you looked way too pretty and he couldn’t help it. you blinked at him a couple of times and chan had gotten ready to beg for your forgiveness but instead, you kissed him. that was back when the two of you were just sixteen and now you both were nearly twenty-two and graduating even from college and yet, he couldn’t stop the fluttering in his heart whenever he looked at you. even though the graduation party was noisy, every sound died down when you turned to look at him and smiled back, mouthing him a ‘i love you’. the music changed to a slower one and chan found himself walking towards you, hands outstretched as though ready to take you to the dance floor. well, he would show you how much he loved you too.

A/N || Taken from this instagram reel. I absolutely loved writing this! Please do give me your thoughts on this! Comments and reblogs appreciated!

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[chilumi-shipper]

Why Cling On?

Kaeya x GN!Reader

Summary: You keep clinging onto a relationship where it seems like you're the only person that actually cares about it. But... you do get tired. Kaeya let's you get hurt.

Tags: Crying, Swearing, Reader getting hurt, Break Up, Hurt/No Comfort

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Kaeya

He's charming, isn't he?

Everyone sure do think so.

Handsome, flirty, confident, cool, just the mere sight of him makes people fall to their knees.

And he loves the attention, even going as far as to respond to the attention with teasing remarks, encouraging his admirers to continue their pursuit of him.

They were fully aware of who you are, yet they did not have a problem with shoving you to the side just to get closer to their crush.

Yeah, they're just some admirers stuck with the mindset that they have a chance with the ever so charming Cavalry Captain...

But the problem is... Kaeya doesn't seem to mind that they just shove you away to get to him.

You tried your hardest to not look his way, gripping a glass of wine in your hand as you sat in front of the bar of Angel's Share. Kaeya's been chatting with some girls in a booth not far from the bar, despite not looking at them, you can hear the girls' giggles as well as the blue-haired man's light chuckle.

"Why are you with him again?" Diluc poured a glass of beer for another customer, but his eyes were pointed at you still. You looked at him, sighing as you took a sip of your wine.

"...I love him..."

"Kaeya, where have you been?!"

"Ohh, here we go..." He spat in a sarcastic tone. "I don't need this right now." Clearly, he was drunk.

Kaeya can hold his alcohol really well, so to see him almost collapsing with every step, his voice slurred, and body language dull and slouchy, you knew that he's wasted.

"It's past midnight, you were out drinking yourself silly all night?!" You asked him angrily. "I was so worried, you didn't even tell me where you were going!" You could almost cry from shouting, you weren't used to it.

"I don't need to fucking tell you shit. That's what people do!" Kaeya's voice dominated your meek and quiet one. "They don't stay home like you, waiting and being mad for no reason!"

He's scary when he's angry...

There was so much you wanted to say, but you were simply too shaken up to let yourself speak.

You let him slam the bedroom door in your face.

"Yeah... I really love him..." You stated, but you knew there was a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Diluc's fiery red eyes looked at you unamused. "Lots of people do, apparently." His gaze then turns to his brother's booth.

The pyro user couldn't help but feel sorry for you, for falling in love with someone like Kaeya. You're pure and kind, worthy of love just as warm as the love you give. You don't deserve a love so tainted it's basically nothing more than just a joke.

"Make sure that you're aware of what you truly want, Y/N."

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"That was fun, wasn't it?" Kaeya smiled, he was a little looser than usual, due to the drinks.

You were walking side by side, on your way home. "Yeah..." You forced back a smile.

A shout of his name came just after and a crowd quickly formed around you two.

"It's the Cavalry Captain!"

"Oh, Barbatos, it's really him."

"Here's our chance."

You were slowly being shoved away from him, a ton of people gathering around Kaeya as he merely smiled at them, letting out a proud remark of how many people came just to see him.

Suddenly, your arm was grabbed and you were sharply pulled down.

You fell to the ground, your arm scraping the hard concrete and a sharp pain took over your entire being.

You were laying there, and nobody cared to help you up....

You could only see the huge number of fans your boyfriend has, as well as he didn't even care to look for you in the crowd.

And it was just too much.

The chatter among the admirers faded as they heard a sob pierce the air.

They're eyes landed at you, as you uncontrollably let out meek sobs. Your hand went to your arm, feeling a liquid flow from it.

Blood.

Tears streamed from your eyes, glancing down at the wound on your arm. Your vision was blurry due to the hot tears, but you could see how serious it was.

Everything was quiet, and you felt someone try to pull you into their arms. Looking at the person, it was Kaeya, for the first time in a long time, he has a worried expression on his face. But you couldn't look at him right now. At that moment, you could only see the Kaeya that paid attention to everyone but you, the Kaeya that didn't show his love at all.

"Y/N! Are you-" The Cavalry Captain was met with a harsh slap to the face, by your had specifically. In shock, he fell sideways a bit.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" You screamed at him, with all the anger you could muster up from your being. "YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!" There was no hesitation in your voice, no passiveness. You blurted out how you felt at that moment.

Kaeya looked at your figure, you were shaking, the hand that slapped him now back to clutching the wound on your arm. Your face no longer showed a showed a soft expression, in place of it was pure anger and disgust directed to him.

The eyes of the crowd fell to him again, some even tried to help him up, but he didn't accept anybody's hand.

Tears were still streaming down your face, and he felt that a few also escaped his eyes, wetting his eye patch.

"Baby, I...." He pushed himself back up, slowly trying to get closer to you again. "Please... Let me help you first. We can talk later." He kept his voice gentle and calm.

When his gloved hand slowly pulled you into him, he felt your body tense, like you didn't like the feel of him against you.

"It's okay..." He stood up with you in his arms. His heart ached as he noticed that you were noticably paler. "You're gonna be okay." He admits that he's getting a bit scared.

"Please..." He talked to the crowd. "Leave us alone now." As he walked away, he could still feel the gaze of the others on him, but he needed to get you out of there and back home for some treatment.

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His sleep was disturbed with sounds of movement in his surroundings. The Cavalry Captain woke up with bags of your stuff next to him instead of you.

Looking around, his eyes landed on your figure, folding your clothes carefully with one hand before placing it in a bag, leaving your injured arm to rest.

"...Y/N...?" His husky voice called out for you, but you ignored him. You didn't know him for getting out of bed the moment he wakes up, but he sure was quick this time around.

He walked up to you, looking down on the activity you've been doing. "What's going on?" He gazes onto the window, seeing that the sun had barely risen.

"I'm leaving you." You said, barely giving your words any thought.

He expected an answer like that, but it didn't stop his heart from aching terribly in his chest. Did he even have the right to feel that way? After the way he treated you?

Kaeya was left silent, oh but he wanted to stop you so bad. He got on his knees in front of you, yet you paid him no mind.

"Is there a way I can make you stay...?" He asked in such a quiet voice, a sincere voice that you don't usually hear anymore.

"I know I've been treating you like shit, and I'm so terribly sorry for all of that." Kaeya roughly took off his eye patch, throwing it carelessly to the side. His eyes prickled with tears, but you kept on packing.

"I don't get it, Kaeya. Why are you saying this now?" Your voice no longer held the sweetness it originally had for him. "It makes you look more pathetic."

"Kaeya, I really want to hurt you. So maybe you'd like to scoot away from me a little."

"You can do whatever you want with me." It felt weird for you to be so calm and for him to have the shaky voice and watery eyes. You finally looked at him, smiling ever so slightly.

"I think I'm already hurting you... I'm glad." You zipped the bag up and pushed it a bit closer to him with your feet. "Help me bring my stuff back to my old house."

He got on his feet, gently holding onto the bag before lifting it up. "Okay..." Kaeya said in the middle of a quiet sob.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

You certainly knocked him to his senses. He's thankful for that.

Your signature smile was back on your face.

Your usual behavior shined through as you go about your life.

You're still the Y/N that he fell in love with.

Kaeya just wishes...

That someone else knocked him to his senses so he was ready to fight for you.

Because he's sure he'll never feel the love of someone as great as you.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

I'm sorry I keep making fics of Kaeya being an a-hole! He's just.... Idk, he fits the role I want him to fulfill???

I love him, okayy! In another universe, Kaeya is cuddling with Y/N rn, making sure not to hurt their broken arm :)))

[oneforthemunny]

knight in shining leather |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: based off this ask- heyy!! i was reading you bouncer eddie series and i love it so much :((((. if you take requests could you maybe do a little blurb of reader being bothered by a creep and eddie being the knight in shining leather that he is helps her. this is such a lame plot i'm sry. pls just write anything for bouncer eddie when you have the time it would be so cool!! sending hugs

reposting from my deleted blog <3

contains: possessive!eddie, jealous!eddie, a little dark!eddie not towards reader, creepy men, cat calling, language, oral fem & male rec, throat fucking, squirting, rough p in v sex, hickeys, creampie. minors dni.

It was a slow night at The Hideout, especially for a Friday. All the college kids had gone back to school for the spring, and it was too cold for others to venture out, snow and ice covering the ground. But in any weather, you could always count on your regulars showing up on Friday nights. The regulars, who would ski if they had to, to make it down to the bar nestled in downtown Hawkins.

It was you, Eddie, and Ellen for the night. Tony and Valerie had shown up, but cut earlier with the lack of customers. You were bartending, taking care of the familiar patrons, while Ellen was the manager on duty for now, helping clean and keep the jukebox rolling. Eddie was at the door, in all black of course, tight beanie around his head to fight the cold, wild curls flying out around his face.

"Can I get another sweetheart?" Roy slurred from the other end of the bar, shaking his empty glass your way. You smiled, grabbing another glass, tilting it to stop the foam as you filled the beer.

You added beer number five to his tab before sliding it to him, switching the full glass out for his empty. "Your friends not joining you tonight?" You asked him, wiping the counter down with the spare rag.

Roy blew air out his mouth. "No, pieces of shits bailed on me. Can ya believe that?"

You giggled, getting his a fresh bowl of peanuts. "That's tough. Sounds like you need some new friends." You chided in cheery, playful conversation, filling another glass for the man on the other end who indicated he wanted one.

"You wanna be my friend, baby?" Roy blubbered, eyes glazed with a sloppy smile.

You snorted, lifting a brow at Roy. "Depends how much you tip tonight." You shot back with a tight lipped smile, walking to serve your other customer.

Roy howled, slapping the wooden top of the bar, nearly falling out of his stool. Eddie looked over, face stoic, hard, like it always was when he was working. He needed to be tough, or at least appear to be, especially with this crowd.

They were harmless, usually, drunks that liked to spend their hard-earned dollars tossing booze down their throats. Sometimes, they'd get a little out of hand. Eddie would have to intervene or call them a cab.

Eddie turned when the door opened, the frigid, biting wind of the night slipping in with the person who opened it. Eddie looked at the ID the man presented, but he really didn't need to; the guy looked Wayne's age.

"There a cover tonight?" The man asked, eyes already blood shot, swaying in his snow covered work boots.

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, not tonight."

The man nodded, stumbling over to Roy, clapping the man loudly on the back. The two had a rather loud, slurring reunion, stumbling in and out of stools. Ellen cut her eyes from you then back to Eddie, rolling her eyes.

Eddie's lips pressed in a tight line, looking over at you, the way you smiled, laying down a coaster, leaning forward on the bar to get his order.

"What's good here, huh, angel?" The man slurred back at you.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "Well, your friend here likes our draft." You motioned to Roy. "But that'll depend what you're in the mood for."

"I'm in the mood for something tasty." The man licked his lips, eyeing you. "You on the menu?"

You did scoff at the comment. "No, but I make a mean old fashioned. You want one of those? Or are you more of a light liquor kinda guy?" You asked, trying to shift the conversation and get away from him. He wasn't a regular, you weren't sure about him.

"I'm whatever kinda guy you want me to be, baby." He grinned all sloppy, swaying towards you. "Make me whatever you want."

You nodded, rolling your eyes when you walked away. You closed out a tab for another before starting his. You smiled at the customer, Johnny, when you handed him his tab, thanking him when he left you his usual 20% tip.

Eddie watched you carefully, nodding at the two leaving with a tiny smile. You reached for your bourbon, bending over to grab a glass out of the bottom shelf.

The man beside Roy let out a loud, ear piercing wolf whistle, cackling into the other man after. You felt a cold prick run down your spine, face flushing.

"Goddam, baby, I'll have you make as many drinks as you want if you stay bent over like that!" The man whooped. "Get to see that ass all night. No wonder you love this place so much, Roy!" He laughed, slamming his hand on the bar, so the glass jumped.

"Hey, easy there," Ellen warned, raising a brow at the two. "Roy get your friend under control."

Roy nodded, lifting a hand in apology, as the other guy bristled, eyes narrowing to focus, teeth gritting and snarling. "'M not doin' anything wrong, you fuckin' bitch. Stay outta it." He snarled.

You felt your heart hammer, looking at Ellen then at Eddie. Eddie stood, fists clenched as he walked, slow and purposeful behind the two, heavy boots clanking on the wooden, creaky floors.

"Hey, watch it, man," Eddie growled. "Settle down or get the fuck out."

The man turned, swaying slightly, looking at Eddie before scoffing, turning back to you. "Hey sugar tits, you got my drink, honey?" He slurred.

"I'm finishing it up." You said slowly, warily looking at Ellen to see if she'd give you the cut off sign. "Tryna make sure it's perfect."

"If it's coming' from you, I'm sure it is." He smirked.

He looked at Roy, nudging the man drunkly before pushing his coaster purposefully off the counter. "Whoops." He laughed, snorting slightly. "Hey, sexy baby, could you pick that up for me? Ole klutz over here knocked it over." He clapped Roy on the back.

Eddie's jaw grit tight, looking at you then the man. He could feel his blood boiling already, hands tingling from the way he had them clenched. You looked at Eddie, rolling your eyes and walking to where the coaster fell, bending over and picking it up.

The man whistled again, clapping his hands as you flushed, furious and embarrassed. "Goddam, baby, you gonna keep teasing me like that?" He asked, laughing and leaning towards you. "Stick that pretty little ass out for me one more time, huh? Better yet, come over here and let me see it. Or do I need to drop something again?"

"Alright," Ellen snapped, walking towards the two men. "They're gone. Eddie, get them outta here."

Eddie was already stepping towards them. Roy's face dropped slightly as the other snarled. "The fuck you kickin' us out for?" He snapped. "I haven't even got my goddam drink!"

"Yeah, and you're not gettin' one." Eddie growled. "Out. Now. Before I have to make you." He threatened, boasting his chest to intimidate the older man. Sure, he could take him, drunk and old he wouldn't be an issue.

Roy apologized to you, drunk but sincere, holding his hands up as he tried to coax his friend. The man snarled. "The fuck you gonna do, huh?" He snapped at Eddie. "You gonna... you gonna make me leave, huh, pussy boy?" He laughed mockingly in Eddie's face.

He turned back to you, snarling and mean. "Dumb bitch, 's your fuckin' fault. Walking' around like a goddam whore, just asking' for it, then when you get it you don't want it, huh?" He spat, angry.

Eddie's hands were on his shoulders, yanking him out of the stool. The man fell to his knees, groaning in pain before Eddie had him back up, shoving him out the door.

Eddie pushed the drunken man out the door and into the snowbank on the sidewalk, and he would've smirked when the man groaned in pain if he wasn't so furious. Roy was still inside, covering the tab and apologizing to Ellen and you.

Eddie looked down at the drunk man, trying to twist and move out of the freezing snow. "The fuck you-you-"

Eddie bent down, pushing him back on the ground, teeth bared and a grip on his collar, dangerously close to his neck. His rings were cold, biting against the man's jugular. "I better never see you here or near her again, you understand?" He growled.

The man stammered, lifting his hands gently. Eddie slammed him harder into the ground, the snow sinking around his head. "Understand?"

"Yes, fuck, yes!" The man stuttered. "Jesus, fuck, I-I don't wanna come back here anyways!"

Eddie snarled, shoving him slightly before standing up. "Good." He bit. "Now get the fuck outta here." He turned around, leaving the man to get out of the icy ground.

He nodded curtly to Roy as he left, not listening to his apologies. He was fuming, buzzing, adrenaline shaking and rattling his bones. His jaw still ground together, eyes not meeting yours though he could feel them on him. He needed to calm down before he did.

Ellen came over, checking on him, and checking to make sure they were gone, before patting him on the back. "Go have a drink." She nodded towards the bar. "As soon as these two leave, we'll call it a night, huh? Think that's enough excitement for us all."

Eddie stomped over to the bar where you watched him from the other side, eyes rounded to meet him. "Thank you," You whispered.

Eddie nodded. "Anytime, baby," He grinned, but it didn't meet his eyes.

He was still angry, not at you, but at that disgusting fucker. Who the fuck did he think he was, talking to Eddie's girl like that, talking to you?

You poured him a beer, cutting an orange and placing it on his glass. Eddie sipped it slowly, the tingle in the back of his throat mixed with the alcohol calmed him slightly. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently when Ellen wasn't looking, before checking on the other two that still remained at the other end of the bar.

The night moved slow. No one else came in. The final people left, letting you cash out for the night. Eddie helped you stack chairs, while Ellen unplugged the jukebox, the three of you walking to the back where you parked.

Eddie had just climbed in the van, barely putting the key in the ignition to roll over the engine when you pounced on him. Hands on either side of his face, pressed against his side, lips attaching to his, hard and needy like he was your life line.

Eddie faltered for a moment, movements stuttering before he kissed you back, his own hands finding your waist, the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as you could.

Eddie's brows furrowed when you pulled back, eyes canning your face, your rounded eyes, blown pupils, bottom lip ticked between your teeth. "What was that for?" Eddie asked, shocked, amused.

You shrugged, placing your hand over the zipper of his jeans. "I dunno, just a thank you, I guess." You grinned, eyes batting at him. "For saving me tonight. My hero." You purred, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his jeans, grinning when he groaned low and throaty.

Eddie flew over the icy roads, squirming under your touch the entire way. You palmed him gently, slowly, pressing kisses up and down his neck, shoulder, collarbone, cheek. Nuzzling your nose against him before trailing the tip of your tongue down his exposed skin.

You were throbbing between your legs, had been since Eddie had grabbed the man so aggressively- so protectively. The adrenaline and sheer primeness of it all made you soak, your head reeling and fuzzy as you fumbled through the rest of your shift. He had done that for you, was protective over you.

You and Eddie stumbled through his trailer, his boot shutting the door behind him, teeth gnashing, lips mushing, hands roaming and groping. You pushed Eddie back onto the couch by his sternum, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to undo his belt and zipper.

Eddie grinned, brows lifted in amusement. Gone was the anger, the disrespect he felt from that man. He worried that you would be hurt, upset by what he said, maybe even angry at him for being so rough. Instead, here you were, ready to jump his bones, needy and aching all for him.

"Easy, baby," Eddie muttered, ringed hands finding your hair as you freed him frantically from his boxers.

Your soft hands held his cock, thick and long, oozing already from your teasing touches in the car. You wasted no time licking a long stripe up the base to his tip, swirling the salty pre-cum around your tongue over the head. Eddie groaned, head tilting back against the couch cushions.

You pumped his length, sucking what you could of the thick head down your throat. "Atta girl, that's my girl, fuck," Eddie groaned, gripping your hair a little tighter so you whimpered, vibrations tickling down his shaft to his sac making him tense, bucking gently in your mouth.

You gagged gently at the intrusion and Eddie let out a near pornographic moan. "Fuck, baby, can I- shit- can I fuck your throat? Please?" He begged, half lidded and lust filled.

You clenched your legs, nodding with his cock still in your mouth as he grinned down at you. That's how you ended up, head lolling off the arm of the couch, mouth open and gripping Eddie's thighs as he thrusted into your throat, relishing in how you gagged and swallowed.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good for me. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Good little girl." Eddie praised, eyes pinched close in pleasure.

Tears pricked your eyes, breathing slow to try and match his pace, nails digging into his hairy thighs. Eddie's abs clenched, pulling out of you slowly, before fisting himself.

He moved so his balls were in your face, heavy and hitting your nose, but you knew what he wanted, instinctively sucking them gently, tongue rolling over the skin.

Eddie's breath stuttered, grunting as he jacked himself quicker, leaning over you. "'M gonna cum, baby. Just like that, oh fuck, just like that. 'M-" Eddie groaned before you felt the hot spurts on your chest, your tummy.

Eddie's chest heaved, hunched over you, bracing himself with the back of the couch. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his through his curly bangs.

Eddie grinned at you, reaching down to kiss you, hard. He didn't waste time walking around to the other end of the couch, pulling you by your legs so your hips were on the arm of the couch, kneeling down to kiss your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses.

You moaned, arms above your head as you grabbed at the couch, back arching when Eddie licked a long, fat stripe through your folds, circling around your clit.

"Oh!" You whined, clenching when he kitten licked your clit, one hand on your lower tummy, pressing gently, the other adding a finger and pumping slowly in and out of you.

Normally, he'd tease you. get you whiny, teary-eyed, the way it drove him crazy, but not tonight. He was urgent, needy, devouring you from the inside out like a madman.

You felt it building quickly, the sweet release that threatened to take over you any minute. The way Eddie was sucking, nibbling at your achy clit, his long fingers curling and pumping at a much faster pace, mixed with his other hand pressing on your tummy; you knew you were going to soak him, flood him.

You writhed, hips wiggling to get away, the pleasure overwhelming. Eddie knew just how to work you, toy with your body to get it to do exactly what he wanted. Your eyes rolled back, hands pressing against his hand, but it wouldn't budge.

Eddie rolled your clit between his lips, licking gently while his fingers curled, pressing hard down on your lower belly. You cried out, back arching, legs pushing against his back as you gushed around his fingers, spewing all over him, all over the couch.

Eddie grinned, the squelch of wet liquid around his fingers as he pumped into you still was a melody, your cries and moans music to him. Eddie watched as you bucked, then slowed, legs falling and giving out, melting into the couch with heavy breaths.

Eddie licked you once more, the sweetness of your release making his eyes roll back. He stood over you, wiping his wet, shiny mouth with the back of his hand and you whimpered, legs snapping shut, throbbing again.

He was on top of you in an instant, hands on wither side of your head holding him up. Lips on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth so you could taste your release on him. He kissed down your jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, sucking large bruises as he went. He wanted everyone to see them, to know that you were his.

You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, hands in his hair as he sucked deep bruises into your tits, biting and sucking at them, then rolling your nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing them slightly so you yelped.

He pushed himself into you without warning, rutting into you fast, hard, deep strokes that had you gasping, clawing down his back, feet dug into the meat of his ass.

Eddie pressed his face into your neck, sucking and nipping the already sensitive skin, marking it up even more. Your eyes rolled back, bodies rubbing together, chaffing skin to skin.

"Fuck, gonna cum inside you, that ok?" Eddie grunted, his nose nuzzling your cheek, lips pressing sloppy kisses to your flushed skin.

You nodded, gripping his arms, biceps bulging in your hands. You drooled at the definition, the inked skin firm and prominent next to you. Eddie snapped his hips flush against yours, smirking when you cried out, burying your face into his neck to try and muffle the pathetic cries falling from your lips.

Eddie snapped his hips a few more time, clenching with a grunt when he spilled inside you. He kept himself inside you as he rode out his high, long, deep breaths, his mouth hovering over your shoulder. You were barely holding onto him, legs still wrapped loosely around him, head swimming with feeling and fullness of him.

Eddie pulled back, brushing his bangs back so he could look at you. Marked up and bruised, mouth shaped red marks all over your neck and chest. He trailed his finger down your neck, over the well of your breasts where he really bit down.

"'M sorry, baby." He muttered to you, cupping your cheek with his hand. He hadn't asked to do that, cleared it with you, and the guilt was setting in. Girlfriends in the past were furious with him when he'd mark them like that, angry that they'd have to cover them up, and he didn't blame them.

You smiled softly, tucking your chin down to look at the damage. "It's alright." You whispered, tired. "I can cover them it's alright."

Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I should've asked. I can put a coupla spoons in the freezer. That trick worked in high school-"

He moved out of you, not caring that you were oozing him on the worn fabric of the couch, his cock softer and covered in both your spend. You catch his hand gently, thumb running over his rough knuckles. "Eddie, it's ok. I promise." Your eyes shone up at him, warm and gooey in your own afterglow.

Eddie hesitated. "It's ok." You reassured, bringing his hand to your lips brushing them feathery light over his knuckles. "I-I liked it." You blushed at the admission, nuzzling your nose into his hand to hide your giddy smile.

Eddie's eyes lit up, cupping your jaw with his hand, lifting your gaze to his. He cocked his head to the side, dopey grin on his face. "Yeah? You liked it?" He asked. You nodded. "You like it when I mark you up, huh? Want everyone to know who you belong to?"

You bit your lips, legs shifting uncomfortably. The dull ache between your legs was still there. Eddie knelt down so his nose was touching yours, an intense look in his eyes. "Who do you belong to?" He whispered, sending shockwaves down your spine, shivering against the couch.

Eddie pressed his lips towards yours so they were barely touching, hairs of his bangs tickling your forehead and eyelashes, sweaty against your skin. "Who do you belong to, baby?"

You squirmed against his gaze, feeling a little vulnerable, a little electric with the way he was looking right through you. "You." You whispered, your bottom lip brushing his, leaning in to kiss him.

Eddie pulled back slightly, his hand on your jaw. "Say it again." His eyes were dark again, lust blown, intense.

You shivered, legs clamping together and you could feel him still running out of you, creating a puddle under you. "You, Eddie," You whispered, eyes rounding into his gaze. "I'm yours, Eddie."

Eddie grinned, teeth bared and grip on your jaw tightening just slightly. "That's fuckin' right." He muttered, lips crashing into yours. He moved so you were halfway off the couch, holding onto him for leverage, his grip secure on you. "All mine." He nipped at your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth.

Eddie moved so he was on the couch, long legs crowding on either side of your hips. He pulled you up gently by your arms, so you were in between his legs, curls ticking your cheeks when he kissed you again. He laid back slowly so you were on top of him, hands gripping your waist, your hips, anywhere he could grab and squeeze.

"My turn now." Eddie grinned, wiggling playfully underneath you. "Mark me up, baby. Show the world I'm yours."

[salaciousdoll]

Not A Bad Thing!

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Pairings : Number 1 Mafia Executive! Coyote Starrk x Candy store owner Chubby fem!Reader

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Encapsulation : Love is in the air on a Christmas Eve night

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Warnings : Starrk is a Dilf, Family issues, Lilynette is an actual human, this is an Au, talks of pregnancy, Smut, Fingering, talks of La Espada being a Mafia, talks about emotions, squirting, fucking against the wall, slow fucking, passionate fucking, Cute pet names( butterfly, Angel, etc.), doing a split on the dick, black reader, reader has stretch marks( buttercup made me become better at this), Starrk being slow and passionate with the touches, breeding kink( heavy), creampie mentioned, slight daddy kink, the word daddy is there only two times (so brace yourselves for those who don’t like it), just praise and overall smut, the ending may be rushed but hey I was tired last night, hook up that turns into something else.

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Word Count : 5.2k

18+ Shortcakes Allowed Only

White avalanche was everywhere as Starrk and his daughter were walking to Lola’s favorite candy shop, Saccharlicious. He finally had a day off but was still on guard due to his position in the mafia. La espada was a mafia that was well organized and if you make one wrong move, you’re gone just like that. Now if he made the wrong move today, it’ll cost his and his daughter life so he had to still be cautious even if he’s with his little girl. He hated that he had to do this because his little girl deserves the world and that means a parent who’s not so tense at harmless times like this.

“ Dad, I can’t wait to see Miss y/n, she’s so pretty and she also gives me a lot of free stuff sometimes. I think it’s meant to be a secret.”, Lola says while skipping beside Starrk on the inside of the sidewalk. They are only walking because of the parking space being far from the shop, he could only guess that they were busy right now.

Starrk smiled down at his daughter before opening the shop door for her, “ Yeah, I’ve noticed, baby girl. Remind me to tell her to stop giving you special treatment, don’t need you bouncing off the walls like last time.”

Lola blew a raspberry and sighed, “ Dadddd!, I was not bouncing off the walls because of miss y/n’s candy, it’s because I was too hyper while watching my favorite music group, wouldn’t you be hyper if you happen to see a performance from your favorite singer?”

Starrk almost let out a laugh because that was part of the reason for her hyper tendencies, candy just added on and she’s just denying it, “ Sure, whatever you say Lola.”

Lola was saying something else but he lost focus when he heard the voice he’s been wanting to hear ever since he first came here to this shop. That one visit made him obsessed with you. He loved and hated the feeling because this was new and he didn’t like new things if it didn’t come with a price or deal. That’s just how he grew up, especially being in the assassin field.

He was only confused about this feeling whenever he heard a pinch of your laugh or voice speaking to other customers because he didn’t grow up in love or even having an emotion of likeness. He was trained to suppress any emotion he had and just get the jobs done. That is why he became so desensitized when it came to the feeling and emotion of love or obsession so why now?

He didn't even show this much care or obsession towards his ex-wife, Neo. A woman he was in a relationship with for five years. They had Lola in their first year together and that’s where his disconnection of his love came, not like it was there in the first place. He had a reason to not care or love his wife now. His reason is just her hatred for Lola, her own child. A small child who didn’t know right from wrong, didn’t know small to big, hell not even her own name yet. She hated Lola as soon as she saw the love she got from Starrk and her own parents.

He couldn’t take anymore of her hatred for his kid so he gave her options: “ Either stay with our kid and learn to love her or Die.” He had no patience for her because she always acted yucky towards Lola. She finally told him the reason behind her behavior when he was sleeping with two hands behind his head in their bed, she wasn’t loved as a child and she’ll never experience what Lola experienced neither can she give Lola the experience of being loved by a parent, so after two days she left without a trace and Starrk didn’t care not one bit. At least she didn’t die from his hands, he didn’t care about what happened to her outside of him.

He was just glad that he was now the only parent Lola needed. He wasn’t gonna walk out or back down from being a dad to Lola, it’s the least he could do even if he, himself, wasn’t loved as a child too. One left and the other stayed for Lola. He promised he wasn’t gonna let any woman or man get close to Lola because they could do the same thing Neo did: walk out, so why is he letting you get a chance to ease your way into her heart. Lilynette was the only one, you will be in that category too.

He snapped out of his mind when he heard your voice closer and a little louder than it was before, realizing that he’s at the counter, “ Hello, what can I do for you, Lola-pop? First, how have you been? And how have you been, Mr. Starrk?”

You peered down at Lola as she smiled up at you answering the question so happily, the happiest she’s been since they walked out the house, “ I’m excited, miss Y/n, your taffy grapes are now back on the menu, I could already hear the taste in my ears!!”

You laughed at her excitement, “ Oh, come on, another good pun, you just got them floating around in that cute little head, don’t cha’?” You then watched her nodding her head excitedly prior to you lifting your head to see Starrk's pretty blue-gray eyes already on you, you slowly dragged your eyes up and down his body slowly before meeting his eyes again with a smile on your pretty face, “ And you?”

He cleared his throat before engaging in your question with his usual voice just deeper, “ Peachy, this one is driving me up the wall just to come here and get your famous grapes.” When he said this one, he had his palm on Lola’s head, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face knowing she’s gonna whine and she did, making you laugh as well at her little whine.

“ So I’m guessing that’s what she wants now. What flavor would you like, Lola? We have Oreo flavor, red velvet, regular taffy grapes, and cotton candy taffy grapes.”, You say while pointing to the menu on the counter. Of course taffy grapes wasn’t the only thing on the menu but that’s one of the three things she likes or has tried at your new candy store. She likes your Hello Kitty Cookies and the fruity cereal KitKat you always have to restock since almost everyone loves them. You always had to make more of your taffy grapes and cookies too, you wanted to make some more candy or desserts since everyone seems to love these.

You could practically see the light reflecting from the little girl's eyes as she scanned over the pretty menu you made, “ Everything looks so pretty and good, but I want my Oreo taffy grapes, they’re so good, wish dad can make it for me..” she grabbed your apron you had on, motioning you to bend down. You did and she whispered the last part in your ear while you kept your eyes on Starrk’s facial expression with a big smile on your face, “ but he’s too lazy to learn the recipe.” You wanted to bust out laughing because you honestly get a kick out of kids respectfully dissing their parents.

An idea popped in your head but you had to ask your next question first, “ Okay, since it’s almost Christmas time, we have an extra size you could get, buy one get one free, do you accept mr. Starrk?” He could almost melt from how you say his name. You're only a few years younger than him yet you’re still keeping up formalities. Such a good girl you are, huh. He could feel himself growing the more you stared at him, so he averted his eyes from you whilst answering your question, “ Yeah sure, doesn’t matter to me.”

Lola almost jumped out of her body when she saw you came back with an extra large cup and a medium cup, you held up the extra large cup, “ This one is the free one, Lola-pop. I know how much you love my taffy grapes and wanted to be grateful for you and your dad for being my consistent customers.” Lola was saying thank you non-stop even while you were adding the Oreo taffy grapes in both cups. You couldn’t do anything but laugh because you could see Starrk trying to calm her down. The seven year old couldn’t hear anything he was saying at all and it was cute.

You came back to the counter with the cups filled with taffy grapes now, “ and would that be all?” Starrk couldn’t even speak because those taffy grapes looked delicious and he was finally willing to learn the recipe but how when he only seen you do this, maybe he could look it up onl-”

“ Yes, miss y/n, that is all. I have no idea what’s going on with dad today. He’s been spacing out a lot ever since we got here.”, Lola says so nonchalantly while eating on the medium cup taffy grapes while trying to hold the extra large one in her arms.

Starrk quickly grabbed the big cup out of her hands before placing the money on the counter in a hurry, saying thanks as Lola skips. You smirked before stopping him from walking to grab his daughter's hand to get out of the store, “ I could teach you if you would like?”

He stopped and slowly turned to see you already writing down something on the piece of paper you had, “ Help with what exactly?” A man of a few words is what you could describe him as and that’s fine with you that’s why you liked him. You smiled at him before waving him over again and giving him the piece of paper in his hand prior to leaning to whisper in his ear, depending on your height he may or may not have to lean down. His eyes widened when he heard what you said. He felt your warm breath on his ear and wanted you to lick his ear lobe so badly after saying what you said because then he would’ve called Lola’s auntie, Lilynette to come and get Lola so he could have some time with you right here and now.

You smiled at his darkened eyes, winking at him just as Lola called his name in a whine since she was tired of standing right there, “ Call me when you want to learn, Mr. Starrk.”

Starrk hurried out the shop and dropped the text to Lilynette that tonight she could get her to open up her Christmas presents over her house and then she’ll come back home on Christmas to open up her Christmas presents at his house. Good, tonight is the perfect night to finally learn.

After some hours, the shop was now getting locked by you when you got the text from an unknown number telling you it’s starrk and asking where you two should meet. You never expected him to actually text you first but here you are. You puffed out the cold air as you unlocked your car door, getting in the hot starter car. You texted back your house and how he got the address already before putting your phone down with the Bluetooth hooked already.

You were smiling nonstop on your way home, going in the house, and even as you finally took a shower after your long day. You finally had him in your grasp just in some minutes.

Right now, You had on a cute little pajama set and had the taffy grape products out and ready for him to learn about. The doorbell rang just as you were putting the grapes in the drainer bowl to get washed properly. You knew it was him so you hurried to answer the door, not wanting to keep him waiting on you.

Starrk was surprised to see you looking so damn good in this pajama set, your hair was supposed to be in a bonnet by now, but you weren't gonna show him that yet. You smiled at him before moving to the side, “ Hello and welcome to my home, Mr. Starrk. You can take your shoes off and put them over there, if you're comfortable with that.”

Starrk took his shoes off and put them where said, working on his coat afterwards when he was interrupted by your voice, “ I’ll get that for you, if you don’t mind, of course.” He gulped before nodding at the home vibe he was already getting. He was so glad that he came here, safely as possible. He couldn’t allow you or risk you getting involved in his field of work. He’ll never forgive himself if something happens to you because of him coming over.

You walked behind him, trailing your fingers over his back bringing them up to his shoulders to slide off the rest of his jacket, putting it on the rack afterwards. Your slow movements were going straight to his cock and he couldn’t help it especially when you walked around him ti stand in front of him. You two sized each other up, walking closer towards each other. Starrk placed his sturdy hands on your love handles/ hips, “ Can I kiss you? I can’t wait any longer, gotta taste you right now.”

Once you nodded your head, he grabbed your neck with one hand and brought your body even closer to him, leaning to capture your plump lips with his. The kiss was slow and sensual, he was going to take his time with you. Your heads moved in opposite directions as you two deepened the kiss, tongue was starting to get more involved in this kiss. His lips were so soft on yours and the way he held your body was so delicate that it kinda made you scared and excited at the same time.

“ Room or living room? Guide the way.”, Starrk says after breaking the kiss, he caressed your face so gently. Hypnotizing, really. You honestly forgot all about the grapes sitting in light vinegar and water in the bowl. However, they do gotta sit for a while, so why not engage in the activity you always wanted to engage in with Starrk.

You smiled before taking his hand guiding him upstairs into your room, locking the door afterwards. As soon as you did that, starrk eyes were on you like a lion catching its prey. He was ready to devour you. His hair was down and he looked so fucking good to you but you had to make sure if this was something smart to do, “ Sta-”

“ Shut up, don’t wanna hear you asking me if I’m sure. When I got in my car and came over here, I was sure. Now the question is, will I be able to resist my urges or succumb to them, what do you think, Angel?”, Starrk says as he takes slow steps towards you. You didn’t back up nor one bit because you wanted to know what urges he had for one and for two you wanted him too much right now. Way too much. Starrk took your lips against his again while you worked on his shirt, you both disconnected when you pulled it over his head only to reconnect like two wolves in heat.

Your kiss was sloppy and the saliva was finding its way to slide down yours and Starrk’s chin’s, neither one of you wanted to stop as he now worked on pulling down your pajamas and you helped him by stepping out of them with a quickness. This could be straight out of a movie from how you two were going at it. His thoughts were roaming and the only word in bold was the word he’s going to do to you. Your hands combed through his silky brown hair as you tongue kissed him with a hidden passion. You both moaned and groaned in between kisses. You both couldn’t help it, it tasted too good and felt too good.

The way his muscles jumped under your touch was enough to drive him mad. He never wanted this to end so because he got you right here and now, he’ll show you his the only one for you. You broke the heated kiss in order to catch a breath whilst looking around him to see the bed realizing you two walked over here while you were making out. You laughed preliminarily, feeling his body walk around you getting behind you, “ You’re gonna’ allow me to do what I want to do to you and your body? Your choice.” His hands were caressing your arms as he spoke with devoutness laced in your ear. His fingers were massaging your arms at this point, it was a relaxing touch and you wanted to stay like this forever. Especially since your body was close to his with your head against his body whether it against his chest or shoulder, depending on your height really.

You nodded because you did not trust your voice right now. He was smirking and you felt it even without seeing it. He rarely does that so when he does, you are either in trouble or just his daughter. You are definitely in trouble for agreeing so dumbly. He had you dumb for him without even being inside of you.

Starrk started to place little kisses on the back of your shoulder as his left hand traced over your rolls to your pudgy stomach rubbing tiny circles into it, making you hide your hands over your face in embarrassment, just a little embarrassed that’s all. His right hand was making its way on your panties rubbing in little circles over your clit. Your body shuddered against his when you felt the little circles against your soaked clit. Oh God! This was really happening is all you both thought. He was taking his time with you and you couldn’t complain not once. When he traveled his right hand in your panties, he traced his index and middle finger down your glossy pussy prior to entering with those same fingers.

Your fat fingers gripped his wrist as little whimpers escaped your pouty, moisturized lips, “ Ah, Starrk, keep going please. Please….please.” He chuckled into the back of your neck, curling up with fingers finding your g-spot so easily. You were surprised because the men you were with haven’t really found the g spot not even 10 minutes later so how was he so fast. The bare minimum really and yet you’re so surprised. Starrk moved his fingers inside of you slowly, lazily but you still loved it as your fingers dug into his arms in fear of you collapsing from the pressure on your pussy right now.

“ Do you like when I dig inside of this fat pussy, hmm? You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this. The stretch of your pussy tells me that you really don’t even receive this kind of treatment from previous boy toys. It’s a shame really? Feels like a virgin pussy that wrapping around my fingers, not even my dick yet.”, He whispered heavily into your ear making you whine at the fact that he was right. When you got foreplay, the fingering was off and the pussy licking was too hard, shit was aggressive and aggravating.

You gasped when he added a third finger, feeling them speed up afterwards too, “ Ughh! I think I’m gonna cum, m’gonna mmm.” Your legs were shaking as the wet sounds of your pussy were surrounding the room. His words only set off your horniness even more that you lifted up your leg to set it on your bed gaining Starrk more access to your pussy.

“ I could see you right now, falling apart on my dick like a broken toy. My broken toy now. So cum for me, Angel. Give me what I want, hell I’ll make you squirt too, how does that sound? Is it too much for you? Hmm. Nahhh, not for you my little Angel, you’re gonna take everything I have to offer today, so come on. Cum for me, cum for daddy.”, Your legs shook as you screamed so loudly when you came undone on his thick fingers inside of your dripping cunt. His dirty talking was something else but the way he kept curling his fingers while moving faster inside of you did it for you.

Starrk watched your body almost collapse on the floor until he used his left hand to wrap tightly around your arms to hold your shaking body up against his. He pulled down your panties, slightly picking you up l to get them completely off of you. His sadistic ass chuckles were heard in your ears as his fingers were now slipped out of your pussy, now rubbing against your clit in medium pace circles, “ Come on, give me the other thing I want, you could do that right? After this, all you have to remember is to just enjoy yourself, yeah.” His husky voice was enough to send any woman into a frenzy so when he’s close to your ear while rubbing circles against your already puffy clit, what else are you supposed to do other than squirt against the end of your bed. Your moans were music to his ears, “ I can’t, I can’t, mmmmmhh.” He got you now. So obedient. So perfect.

Starrk was gentle enough to wait until you stopped squirming against him ahead of gently turning your body towards him to hike you up against his body. Your body weight meant nothing to this man and this surprised you to the fullest but nevertheless you wanted to know what he wanted to do until you saw him walk to the wall beside your bed.

He placed you against the wall and your legs wrapped tightly around him in hopes of not falling. You didn’t even notice the look he had in his eyes as he stared at you so longingly. You fidgeted under his gaze turning your head, but his hand grabbed your chin, “ Eyes on mine, don’t you dare take them off of mine anytime soon. If you do, prepare. Now, Condom or no condom? Your choice.” He wanted you to say so badly no condom so he could give into his urges and by the look of your eyes, he could already jump in lazy pride, especially when he heard your answer.

Starrk unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard dick. Your eyes widen at how long he was. Your suspicion was right all along, he was a heavy and long one. Your pussy clenched and unclenched the cold air at the thought of that thing going inside of you. He struggled a little to get himself out of his underwear and pants but he managed even with holding you up. You guess he becomes overpowered with the adrenaline of sex.

You wanted to reach down to help him in some way so you trailed your hands down your naked body and onto your pussy, all while keeping eye contact with him. Your manicured hands opened up your soaked pussy lips inviting him inside and he gladly accepted the offer. As he moved his tip against your pussy, his tongue traced over your stretch marks around your chest. He was showing that he was indeed in love with you and hoped you got the message after all of this because he plans on taking you on a lot of dates, too.

When Starrk finally moved inside, he let out a little whimper at how tight your pussy clung to the tip of his dick. He wasn’t even fully inside and you got him like this. This was dangerous, luckily that’s all he knows. Starrk took one of your tits into his hand as his other hand was holding onto one of your ass cheeks, “ Fucking, fuckk… Angel, your pussy is already clinging to me, loosen up a bit for me.”

You tried to ease up under his eyes, but you couldn’t. He could tell so he kissed you, hoping that can ease you up a little and it worked. You melted into the kiss as he moved more of him inside of your weeping pussy. The stretch was burning the hell out of you, “ Ahhh! It hurts, hurts so good.” Starrk watched your saliva covered lips and wanted to devour you again, but first he had to pay attention to other parts of your body. He was going to cherish all of you without a care in the world.

Starrk’s hips were slowly moving back and forth, making his cock move in and out, slowly. It was like his cock was exploring your insides. You felt like you can feel every vein protruding upon his cock and you loved it meanwhile Starrk was loving how your insides feel around his dick. Your pussy was as soft as your skin right now. Everything about you was so soft and he could stay around you, inside of you all day, everyday. Both of your moans were having a sing off with each other.

Starrk moans at the feeling of your pussy tightening and untightening around him as he had one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue moved around your hard nipple as he had the entire areola in his mouth slobbering over it like it’s a pacifier. The feeling of him inside of you while he devoured other parts of your body was too much, “ Fuck, Daddy please, keep fucking me like this. Feels so, mmmgh, feels so good.” You didn’t know where the urge to call him daddy came from, you could only guess because he referred to himself as that you could call him that. You just made the biggest mistake.

Starrk halted before taking your bruised nipple out of mouth. You thought you did something wrong until you heard his dark chuckle, “ That’s all I’ve been wanting to hear from you, little butterfly. Now I’m gonna cum inside you as many times as I want.” As soon as he said that, his hips snapped against yours as your legs wrapped tightly around him again, ready to take him all. The slaps were heard all around the room and you basked in it. Your head was thrown back as your hands were placed on his back feeling his back muscles attract and detract from him pounding inside of you. Starrk’s hips were moving faster and going in a circular motion, the new found rhythm was driving you insane.

“ Ngh! Yes! Yes, fucking yes. I think M’cummin. Oh! I’m cummin’.”, You moaned loudly into his ear as his head was in between your neck and shoulder breathing more heavily. His breath against your neck was adding onto your pleasure so you had no choice but to cum around his thick cock. Your cunt pulsed and that along with the smell of your body scent and cold anklet against his ass sent him spilling himself inside you with no remorse.

“ Augh! Shit, take that dick baby. Take my cum too!.”, He moaned into your neck before gently biting into it. You whimpered at the feeling of being filled up with his warm cum and the biting on your open neck. He didn’t even care that he came inside of you, so you finally figured it out. He has a heavy breeding kink and you knew right then and there you were in for a ride.

After two more pumps into you, he slowly pulled out and you tried to stand on your own as you unhook your legs from his waist. Your legs were fucking shaking like a leaf, this is how it felt when you first lost your virginity. Starrk, however, wasn’t done filling you up, “ We’re not done, so come on. You could hit a split right?”

You were hesitant to nod your head, yet you did anyway, making him run his hand through his brown hair pushing it out his face, “ Good, now lay down on your stomach and stretch your legs into a split for me, bunny.” You were dragged over to the bed prior, so he now just watches you shakily get on the bed and do what he said, gaining him full access to your pussy and ass on full display for him. You knew this position was gonna hurt because you were chubby and couldn’t hold a split for that long, but don’t worry he could tell which is why he had plenty of other positions in mind.

Starrk crawled in bed with his knees and positioned his still hard cock on the opening of your pussy, “ Hold on a little bit longer for me, Angel. I saw how you were with Lola and couldn’t help but to think what you would look like with a kid of your own, our kid. Been thinking that for a year now. Can’t wait to see you waddling around with your big baby bump. The massages your feet will be getting are gonna be daily since you're gonna be carrying my child. From The disgusting food to the kicks of our baby inside of mommy’s little stomach. I already know you’re gonna be a great mother. The way you take care of Lola was everything I needed to see to make my decision of making you the mother of my child, how about it, Angel.”

Starrk knew you couldn’t speak since he already moved inside of you with every word he spoke. He was now fully inside of you, throwing his head back in bliss at the feeling of you around him again. He could do this over and over and he thinks he’ll always have the same reaction. He yanked your head back to see your reaction and saw your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he guessed there were silent screams coming out of your mouth. From the statement he said, he felt you tighten against him. Letting him know you want the same thing, so he was going to give it to you.

After that, everything was set and stoned. Every position he put you in, he came deep inside of your pussy with no hesitation. You felt so full and stuffed when you both finished with the lotus position. He was in love with you and he finally got you. He just didn’t know you felt the same. You never believed in love at first sight but you do believe in love in multiple sights. You felt so loved on the night of Christmas Eve and couldn’t ask Santa for anything else but that feeling. Of course, you two laughed at the end of the night when you thought about the thing you were supposed to do, which was helping him learn how to make taffy grapes. Well, there’s always next time!

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Blonde: Chapter III

Female Reader x Kim Gaeul

Length: 2500 words

Tags: angst/fluff, another bad day, losing your dignity, illness, someone who cares, there is a fever dream, Gaeul's relationship, struggling with your identity, we got a twist at the end

Inspiration: "Why Am I Like This?" by Orla Gartland

(A/N: Finally, another chapter to this slowly developing plot. I jope you enjoy it. @firagaarmor for obvious reasons)

"Didn't you say 108,000?"

"No, sir, it's 180,500 won."

"Oh, I see."

The old, fragile fingers of this confused, bald man creep back into his purse, trying to find another bill in what is probably a maze of money and plastic cards for him. You wouldn’t mind it one bit, you get paid either way and on usual nights, traffic is so little that barely anyone else gets inconvenienced. However, tonight is rather unusual. Apparently everyone forgot something and is now in a haste to buy said something. There is a long line of impatient stressed moms, annoyed teenagers and everything in between or beyond showing or voicing their disapproval.

It’s not you, you’re not the cause for their stress and discomfort, yet the customer’s toxicity still flies to you like you’re some kind of magnet. It all comes back to stab you, with passive-aggressive remarks or the glances up and down your small frame. Doesn’t really help that you only had cold ramen noodles, sweets and a little bit of bread in the past five days and that the ice cold showers make your nose itch with an impending cold. God, you must look pathetically miserable, even for your standards.

After the man finally gets his cash together, the checkouts are fast, heartless, and your heart aches for her to be at the end of the line. Gaeul—with her bright hair and even brighter smile to greet you when she is out buying drinks again—she could really save this evening. You yearn for her encouragement and presence more than for the next hot meal. Maybe even more than for the next two hot meals. 

But there is no blonde angel to save you tonight. With the last customer buying their groceries, the lights die one by one, leaving you in a mostly empty store, alone with thousands and thousands of tasty and not-so-tasty products you’d love to put into a pan and fry. The thuds of your sneakers on the floor almost drown out the grumble in your stomach or the sniffling of your nose as you walk into yet another cold night with nothing to look forward to. 

I fucking hate this shit. 

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You want to vomit, throw yourself off your bed, tear every single strand of your dark hair out as you dial your mother's number again. You hope it’s over quickly, but one can never know with her, especially if she still stubbornly refuses to help you. Take deep breaths, try to keep your head straight though thinking has become more and more exhaustive with every calorie you’re missing. 

“What is it?” your mother groans, though you find her tone to be a lot more amused than last time. Someone is cheering and laughing in the background, drowning out even the loud TV. 

“The bills, mom. I still have no electricity, no hot water, no heater.”

“Oh right.”

A response colder than your room. You try to straighten your back to speak to her loud and clear, with at least some authority, but you feel yourself crumble when the clanking of bottles loudly booms through the speaker.

“Did… did your boss finally pay you?” you carefully ask, earning an immediate response.

“Yes, he did.”

“Then why didn’t you pay the bills?”

Silence, except for the crime drama running in the back, finding all the suspects and then the killer, as they always do. This case right here is totally clear, no one needs to investigate for more than five minutes to find out that she is at fault, yet it feels like you're on trial, awaiting your parole, which for some reason is still in the balance.

“You know, sweetheart,” your mother cheekily responds, her saliva loudly flopping around in her mouth, mixed with the disgusting flavor of cigarettes and beer. “I really worked hard for that money. It’s my money. In the end I can decide what happens with it.”

Oh God, don’t do that, please for the love of—and don’t call me sweetheart.

“You can’t be serious,” you barely chirp out, your heart throbbing, crumbling like your entire body as you can see your entire foundation, the fragile remains of your fake stability finally falter. You can never cover all of your expenses with this one job and you can’t quit school now, not after getting so close to finally finishing it. You need her money and she seems to finally use it against you.

“It’s just the truth,” she responds nonchalantly, her voice a lot lighter and higher in pitch than usual. You hear someone cackle in the background.

“Sweetheart.

Don’t call me that.

“How about you—

Don’t do this.

“—start begging for my money. C’mon! Get on your knees and beg for it! I’m tired of funding your lazy, incompetent lifestyle. You should be so grateful for my throwing money at you all these years. 

“I didn’t hear you! Get your lazy ass out of your bed now, and on your damn knees.

“Beg for it.”

Laughter from behind her. It's not the TV.

#

A hot shower, warm noodles, a cozy bed—they never felt so wrong, so disgusting. Even as your life objectively improves, it feels horrible, like you had to sell yourself and your soul for it to happen.

Your knees are still drawn to the floor. You might sit in a chair, listen to teachers all day or sit at the checkout, pulling items over the scanner, your knees still feel like they should get on the floor and beg.

Please let me pass.

Please give me more money.

Please leave me alone.

Please ignore my embarrassing existence.

"Hey."

"Uhhh, good evening, ma'a—Gaeul?"

Gaeul's dainty fingers catch your shoulders as you slump forward, against the checkout counter and almost fold over. Your body, devoid of energy, loses all tension.

“Hey, hey,” Gaeul calls out to you, and like the caring mother you never had, the warm palm of her hand cups your forehead. “Oh lord, you’re so hot! You’re definitely sick, what are you doing here?”

“I-I have to work,” you respond, a wave of something hot and heavy pressing down on your brain. This lava burns itself into you and makes every thought process excruciatingly hard. You haven’t even noticed it until now. “I’m not sick, every-thing is fine.”

Your smile is weak, dozy and fake, it cannot fool Gaeul a bit. Her beautiful face falls into deep wrinkles of worry as you can barely lift yourself out of her supporting arms. There is an awkward pause between the two of you, only interrupted by another customer clearing their throat. You try to get back to scanning, but one of Gaeul’s cans slips through your fingers a couple of times.

“I don’t think you should do this,” Gaeul says quietly, softly. “You don’t need to prove your toughness, it’s okay to be sick for a few days. I think your boss will understand.”

“Really, Gaeul, I’m okay.” The final can, straight into the blonde’s bag. Through your blurry eyes you can barely make out the color of her jacket, or sweater, or whatever it is—either way, it definitely suits her. “Thanks for worrying though.”

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Why did I push her away like this? Why didn’t I listen to her? Why am I always like this?

Everything is hot and everything is cold. You need another jacket or the cold will get worse, but it simultaneously feels like you could die from overheating if you don’t start throwing away layer after layer of clothes. The way your body feels is close to how the inner mechanisms in your brain work in this fever haze. There is nothing, no thought, no conclusion, nothing that matters—yet everything is suddenly relevant.

Objects and details you’ve never actively released before come into focus of your decreasing sight, that one tile in the corner, just as dirty and unspecial as the rest, the second package of gum, purple and pink, the spooky hum when the door opens that never appears when it closes. So you stumble out of the store, tripping over your feet until the fever finally strikes you down.

The concrete, its gray color, is darker the colder it gets. It’s also harder, torturous to lay upon, scorching hot skin on freezing tarmac. Suddenly, brand new sneakers, black and white, small feet, about as small as your own, though they could be—

“Oh my God!”

—a bit bigger, judging by the length of the stockings covered legs that—

“Here, I’ll help you”

—disappear in a plaid skirt, above a combo of thick winter jacket and—

“I knew this was bad. Taxi!”

—a girl, whose hair is both silver and golden, a blonde close to whiteness, nonetheless it looks like a crown adorning and framing her perfectly formed features.

Gaeul.

#

You’re lost in a dream. A school full of students, their ages varying drastically and you do not recognize a single face. The teachers seem a lot more familiar, though they float through the room carelessly, gravity not applying to them. In fact, gravity only applies to you, as the rest of the students fly around the room with their chairs and desks.

A frame of an angel, her hands brushing your cheek, scorching hot, so she puts a wet towel on your face. That’s so nice of her, you must be sick. Sick or not, you cannot miss the day you go to the zoo with the floating class.

The zoo is filled with people, nothing but people. People that look at odd people. Those that have to stand on one leg, those that can’t talk properly, those who like weird things. You can hear your whole class laugh hysterically at all of them, so weird, so wrong, nothing better than to laugh at sickos and be glad that you’re not one of them.

“Uhm, hi.” A voice in the far background, damp, behind a shut door. “Care to explain why you have another girl in your bed?”

You feel like you have to explain yourself, but words are nothing more than concepts in your head, also the zoo is calling, you have to watch the lively corpses float through the water tanks. Luckily, someone speaks for you. The angel.

“She’s a friend and she is sick. That’s all there is to it, Yujin.”

"Oh, really?" The other voice is skeptical, eyebrows raised and she looks for a clever response. “I guess she got sick while laying in your bed? Gaeul, don’t lie to me, okay? Just be straightforward with me.”

“I—” the angel stutters and falls silent. You however found a new enclosure in this zoo which stretches in all directions. This one is rather empty and the enclosure is also no enclosure, just a mirror with a writing above it: ‘Sicko girls that like other girls’.

The reflection is you, of course, in all your—

“What am I going to do with you, hm?” The other voice, now a tall woman of incredible beauty, twirls a couple of golden strands of the angel and tugs them behind her ear with a weak—dishonest, you feel—smile. “The long hair suited you better. I really liked that.”

“I know, Yujin.”

The reflection is you, in all your fault and imperfection, far from perfection and any heavenly being. You are no angel, just a sicko girl that likes girls—and the whole class is laughing.

#

You open your eyes, but the aching, hot pain in your temple and a heavy, wet towel on top of it make actually seeing, realizing anything a pain in the ass. Just the outline of a small face looking down on you, very familiar, very pretty—oh, what a relief to have Gaeul be the first thing you see.

“Wh-where am I?” you ask past dry lips.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Gaeul turns around and quickly reaches for a bottle of water. “Here, drink this, your body needs a lot of water now. You’re in my—my friend's apartment.”

“Damn, then it must have been real fucking bad—”

You cover your mouth, realizing your loud curse in a foreign room, foreign bed, where are your manners, they might have foreign customs. Gaeul’s eyes fall shut when she begins to lightly chuckle. 

“Don’t worry, she’s not here right now,” Gaeul says. “You’re all good. B-but you can’t stay here forever. Just rest up and—you have somewhere to stay, right?”

You carefully remove the towel from your face, catching all the drops running down your forehead as you think about home, your home, finally warm because you threw away your dignity. You’d love to not go there, tear up the contract for rent and run away to something new—into independence.

“Yeah, yup, I—I have a place, don’t worry. Sorry for all the trouble, fuck, I don’t even remember what—I did it again.”

Now Gaeul is holding her stomach, laughing, hitting the blanket that covers your legs and you join her. Though you might sit upright, you feel like falling over, the dizziness, Gaeul’s laugh, they make you feel like you’re still in that dream with the angel. The angel, so ethereal, but made fragile by this voice. A woman.

Suddenly, yours and Gaeul’s face are almost touching, her arms are on your shoulders, yours on her side, her petite frame is in your palm. The laughs have faded, smiles remain but you feel your heart racing. The smile fades and you’re tense. Gaeul is right there and she is so, so pretty.

“You sure you’re alright?” Gaeul asks as she sees your blush. You blush even more and avert your eyes.

“Y-yeah, thank you. You helped a lot. But—

“—are you okay too, Gaeul?”

That’s a smile full of uncertainty, a hint of anger, a glow of hurt. Gaeul’s eyes sparkle and you’d love to blow some life into them. Even better, all the love you have for her, you want to pour it into her and give her power. But no, you have no idea nor any plan to do such a thing. So it’s Gaeul who helps you out of the bed and hands you one of her sweatshirts that isn’t drenched in sweat.

“You are the one with a fever, I’m as healthy as ever!” Gaeul is so bright and her smile shines like a star. In a different universe, she is already a celebrity with a perfect red carpet smile. Fake.

“I didn’t mean that.” In a surge of confidence and worry, you reach for Gaeul’s hand and everything's in slow motion. “I-I’m scared that you’re not happy, that something isn’t right, that—Gaeul, I heard you talk to your friend and she seemed—”

“Look, I—she isn’t my friend.”

Gaeul looks at you. 

“She is my girlfriend.”

Gaeul still looks at you. Now it’s your turn to fake a smile and get it over with.

...

(A/N2: Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more chapters, though it will take time until the next release)

[dark-angel-of-muses]

Ravioli Good Omens AU

Been losing my kind over this with @breannasfluff haha

Legend is a tired, bitter angel who really doesn't want to give ungrateful people blessings

Ravio is a nervous, lonely demon that is supposed to sell cursed objects at a Needful Things type curio shop but keeps all his cursed merch off the shelves and runs a normal shop. Bad for customer retention when they're cursed whenever they buy from your shop, you know.

Ravio and Legend fudge their respective reports blaming each other for whenever their work doesn't get done. Oh, Ravio wanted to sell that cursed doll to someone, but the curse was removed by that Angel! Oh, Legend tried to hand out blessings, but they were siphoned away by that terrible demon!

Meanwhile they actually just live normal lives and ignore their divine/demonic ordained duties. Legend tends a small apple orchard. Ravio has a key to his his house and if either is asked how that happened they will dodge the question.

Ravio also has a "demonic familiar" bird that's actually just a normal bird he adopted. Hi Sheerow.

Ficlet under the cut!

"Um, Mr. Hero Angel sir? Excuse me? May I come in? I'd knock but, ah, your halo is right there on the door. I'm afraid I'd rather not be horribly burned?"

Link rolled his eyes. This demon. Link never even locked the doors anymore. He was being polite by asking to come in. But he was a demon! He didn't have to be polite! Besides, Link hadn't worn his halo in years, preferring to keep it as a door knocker. The remaining angelic power scared people, which meant he could reduce the number of visitors knocking at his door asking for blessings.

Link opened the door, fixing Ravio with a critical look. "I see you've brought a friend today."

Sheerow stared unblinking back at the angel. Ravio had taken him on as a pet after the little bird made a nest on his windowsill and refused to leave.

"Ah, well. You see, I needed to bring him along. I ask for a favor. Just a tiny one!"

Link groaned, swinging the door wide and letting the demon in. If it had been a human, he would have shut the door in their face, but Ravio was.... special. They'd been in each other's orbit since creation. Link was supposed to give blessings, Ravio was supposed to place curses. For a while, they did their jobs, occasionally getting in each other's way. Link would break some curses, Ravio would steal away some blessings.

Eventually, they made an agreement to stop interfering entirely. Link was tired of handing out blessings while his Bosses were thanked, and Ravio didn't much like giving curses. Made one a bit lonely when everyone they met encountered a horrible fate. If anyone asked, they were doing the same work they'd always done, since their output was about the same.

"You want tea?" Link walked to the kitchen to start the kettle.

"Ah, it's not holy water if _you_ boil it, right?" Ravio shuffled nervously, black wings fluttering.

"No. If all I had to do to bless something was touch it, I wouldn't hate blessing so much. Besides, it's not like when you boil pasta, the spaghetti becomes demonic." Link rolled his eyes at the thought. Ravio was so nervous about cavorting with an Angel. Link knew their superiors didn't care. As long as the status quo was maintained, a little rule breaking wasn't noted by either side.

"It's not like I'm cooking for anyone else, I wouldn't know," Ravio protested.

Link dropped the black tea bags into the kettle and left it to set as he flopped into his favorite armchair. "Alright, demon. What's the favor?"

"Could you perform a blessing for me?"

Link blinked. Was he being pranked? "Excuse me?"

"It's just, I've grown fond of this little guy," Ravio scooped Sheerow into his palm, holding the bird up with one hand and covering him with the other, "And I read that birds only live 30 years, and Sheerow was an adult when I found him! If you could bless him with longevity, I would be so grateful!" Ravio bit his lip, buck teeth showing as his nose twitched.

"You do realize if your people downstairs heard that question, they would smite you?"

Ravio blushed. "Look, if it's a no, we can pretend this conversation never happened. I just thought, since we already had a deal and all, you might help me out? I do promise to pay you back! Uh, if this conversation happened. Did it happen?" Ravio's primary feathers twitched and puffed.

Link rolled his eyes. "Pay me back? What, can you curse the mealworms rotting my apples?"

"Done! They'll be cursed with an affliction so they never desire to eat again! Starvation from apathy. Lots of suffering, I promise!"

Link stared. Was he serious? He had meant it as a joke, but Ravio's face was fully earnest. He... really wanted this. Wanted to get a blessing and fully willing to pay back in a way only he could.

"Well. alright. I'll bless your bird. After all, I can't just leave him in the hands of a demon unarmed, can I? If he lives long, maybe he can tempt you into good."

"Thank you so much! I'll make sure the curse lingers, no pest will ever touch your apples without suffering again!"

He was too good to be a demon. Then again, Link was pretty bad for an angel. Maybe they fit neatly together.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

"Is this what sadness does to people?" Good omens season 2, please

Ough this is perfect,,,haven't written for this series in 3-4 years so it's good to be back

Time for some emotional damage(tm)

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 (of course)

........

The bookshop never felt emptier.

With Aziraphale having gone away to Heaven, possibly for good, it was just you and Muriel left to pick up the pieces and run the place in his stead.

You always offered to watch over it for him if he was ever out of town, not caring about whether he pays you or not. You're just happy to help a friend out.

In recent days, however, you noticed the number in your bank account has "mysteriously" gone up a couple hundred dollars, and after doing the math you realized it equated to the hours and days you worked at the shop.

You would have been eternally grateful, but it saddens you more.

Knowing he was watching over you and helping you pay the bills, yet never physically visiting you, left you feeling guilty whenever you spent that money.

Selling the books wasn't an option, as you knew that's not what he would've wanted. And you'd tell Muriel not to even think about doing that, instead letting them indulge in them and allow them to read things about humanity that piqued their interest.

You knew they were an angel sent to spy on things, but it never bugged you; their spirits remained optimistic, mainly because they're ecstatic to work alongside a "human person" such as yourself. They were a delight to hang out with as you showed them your human customs and the like.

Sometimes they'd have to report back to Heaven, though it's only for a short time, and they'd return to Earth to let you know how Aziraphale's doing.

"Oh, he's grand! The Metatron is highly pleased with his work! Big changes are coming from the upstairs, I can tell you that much!"

The one thing they could never say, however, is when he'll revisit Earth, claiming they couldn't personally ask him...and they'd rather not upset any higher-ranking angels with such a dubious question.

You understood, and left them be.

Still, you'd look across the street and hope that heavenly elevator would one day reappear..and you'd see Aziraphale step out, cutting his ties to Heaven for good, and making things right.

It could happen at any time.

A few weeks, a few months, a few years....or maybe a few hundred years after you're long gone will he finally change his mind.

Neither Heaven nor Hell (or anywhere in-between) will be able to stop you from coming back and giving that oblivious angel an earful should you learn of his return.

For now, however, you wanted to focus on the present.

And that meant not just running the bookshop...but also helping Crowley process all of this.

Nobody was more heartbroken than the demon who's been by Aziraphale's side for over 6,000 years and helped him stop Armageddon, only for their relationship to crumble in just one day.

All because he was pushed to communicate his true and honest feelings.

You had no idea it even happened until he showed up on your doorstep at midnight in a drunken stupor, saying he was "gone".

Your immediate thought was death or "discorporation", but then he managed to tell you that the angel went back to Heaven and it was "over" between them. He stayed the night, crying and blubbering nonsense when he thought you couldn't hear him, and left the next morning before you could tell him he can live with you.

Since then, he stopped by the shop less and less often, always wearing his shades despite being once comfortable enough to leave them off around you.

It hurts to see him close up all his emotions, not wanting to burden you with his "miserableness".

All he does now is go on long drives with his plants and shout at them for the simple crime of existing, jam to Queen and Hoizer songs to drown out the noise in his head, and drink until he can't walk straight.

Suddenly poison became his new preference over red wine.

When he does visit the shop, he just mopes around and rambles about something he and Aziraphale did a few centuries ago, clearly in a state of reminiscence.

He never did, however, explain what he did in a final plea to make him stay..

You'll soon come to learn that tonight as you were getting ready to close up shop, sweeping around while Muriel organized some papers on what used to be the angel's desk.

The bell above the door jingled, and you turned off the music, looking to see Crowley enter. For once, he didn't look immensely drunk, which was a good thing...but still, he had a persistent forlorn expression.

The same kind you'd see after somebody breaks up with the love of their life.

"Evening, Crowley." You smiled sympathetically, putting down your hot chocolate. "We were just locking up shop for the night."

"I can see that....is he..?"

"No." Sighing, you shook your head, before looking to Muriel. "Can you excuse us, Muriel?"

They blinked, staring at you and tilting their head. "Should I go upstairs?"

"Yes, if you could..thank you."

"Righty-o!" With a pep in their step, they closed up the book in their hands and headed up the steps, promising not to eavesdrop on whatever conversation you're going to have with the demon.

They honestly never minded his presence, even though they really should be reporting on his behaviors.

Either way, they respected your space.

Once they were gone, you glanced back at Crowley to see him flop into one of the chairs, ready to down the entire wine bottle that somehow manifested in his hands.

"I think that's enough for you, mister."

You walked over and took it from his grasp, watching him whine and mope that he can "handle" his liquor, to which you called bullshit..considering he very much can't. He hasn't since Aziraphale left.

"I see ya found your...replacement..?" His words were slurred, being hard to understand with his thick Scottish accent.

"Crowley, you're looking at this all wrong. Muriel's not his replacement-"

"Bullockssss...they're...so jolly and angel-like...like his stupid face was."

"That's because they're both angels. Look, can you just..sober up already?" You huffed, growing irritated. It's like you were trying to parent some 6,000 year old teenager. "I know you can do that instantly."

"...you do?" He gawked behind his shades. "Since when didja know that much about me? Who told you, silly human?"

"...you did. We celebrated New Year's Eve together. Several of them, actually."

"Ah....you got me there. But I promise 'm fine." He sat up, gazing at you intensely. "This is the only way I can tell ya what..um...really happened that day, and if I don't tell ya now I'm...I-I'm never gonna tell ya...because this "communicating" thing's getting to be real hard lately and-"

"I get it. I understand, Crowley." You pulled up a chair, sitting across from him with a slight frown. "Can you..just look me in the eyes so I know you're taking this seriously?"

"...'m as serious as I ever was, [y/n]-"

"Crowley."

"Fine. Is THIS serious enough for you?" With bitterness to his words, he ripped off his glasses to scowl at you. His golden eyes were already filled to the brim with tears, looking more animalistic, while simultaneously having lost their spark.

You tried not to flinch, having not seen them in such a long time that...you nearly forgot what they looked like at all.

When you didn't react the way he expected, he sighed and slumped back in the chair, keeping the glasses in his lap.

Eventually, he confessed to kissing Aziraphale in a last-ditch effort to make him stay and understand that he wanted to be with him and only him.

He wanted them both to go off to the stars together, like Gabriel and Beelzebub got to do after the archangel got his memories back.

It was so easy for them, yet apparently impossible for the two who have been collaborating for thousands of years...as Aziraphale simply couldn't detach himself from Heaven and thought that he could "fix" Crowley if he went with him.

It just didn't seem fair.

At one point, he nearly started smoking again, seething over three certain words that were spoken to him after that kiss...only to calm down as your hand came to rest on his knee, and you guided him through one of the human breathing exercises he once used.

This time, he got to ten without causing a lightning storm in the bookshop, thank goodness.

Only afterwards did he manage to tell you those words.

"He said..."I forgive you"."

"For..what?" Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Exactly my point!" He threw his hands up in the air. "Forgive me for what? That? Or for being an idiot who held onto the tiniest bit of hope that we could'a worked something out?"

"....you know, I never understood these...mushy feelings you humans get." He brushed away a stray tear that rolled down his cheek, only for another one to fall down the opposite side. But he gave up and just sniffled, hands clasped together. "Is this what sadness does to people?"

"...I wish I knew what he meant, Crowley."

There was a pause.

"Unfortunately, yes." You nodded, leaning over to take his hands into yours. "It sucks, and you wish it can all just go away with some drinks and Queen music..but as long as that hole stays in your heart, nothing will ever fill it."

"Then how do you cope? 'cuz those things haven't been doing a lotta good for me lately.."

For a moment you were quiet, wondering what you could possibly do to help him feel better in this moment. You couldn't just drag Aziraphale out of Heaven and demand him to do the "apology dance".

But you eventually did think of one thing that assures him that he's not alone and didn't have to carry this burden.

"Well, some of us humans appreciate hugs during times of sadness. Would you care for one?"

As you took your hands away, Crowley looked up to see your holding your arms out to him. His gaze was intense as he debated on whether or not to take this offer of yours.

Demons didn't give or receive hugs.

They didn't deserve them.

But he already came to the conclusion that he wasn't like most of his kind.

Why did he care?

"Listen..I know this won't make everything better. It won't bring him back, but-"

But you stopped as his head came to rest on your shoulder, although you wrapped your arms around him right away, ignoring the stench of sulfur in his clothes and wine in his breath. You knew he needed this comfort badly.

It didn't take long for him to break, his voice hitching with quiet sobs as he hugged you back, unshed tears finally flowing as he grieved for what could have been.

All you could do was let him lean on you, feeling your shirt growing damp.

"H-He was everythin' to me, [y/n]..."

"I know.."

"We...W-We could have been us. Together for eternity."

"I know. Maybe he'll come back some day."

"...i-it's gonna take more than a miracle for that to happen.."

[melodymunson]

Kurt Kunkle x fem reader one shot- rock you like a hurricane

Word count: 3.9K

Ao3 link

shoutout to @steveslittlesunflower & @djoekeeryy for beta-reading my rough draft of this fic!

And thank you to my good friend and roleplay partner Dana for being my inspiration for writing some of this. She role plays Kurt Kunkle better than anyone else ever could! 💖

warnings: anal sex, rimjob, prostate massage, oral (male & female receiving), pegging, blowjob, eating pussy, rough sex p in v. Dark fic. Violence and harsh language. Knife kink.

As Kurt's #1 fan, you go out of your way to meet him and drive Spree with him. You go on to commit violent acts together and depravity. You show virgin Kurt the time of his life and he has all of his sexual firsts with you.

If you're not documenting yourself, it's simple; you just don't exist. -Kurt Kunkle's philosophy

When you met Kurt, you were at the Taco Stand in Los Angeles. His order was the same as yours, Taco truck's most famous burrito and Carnita asada fries. While waiting in line for your food at the truck, he told you about his online persona and account Kurtsworld96. Of course, you followed him. Although he claimed he was into doing porn and making adult content, you didn't believe him. Kurt was pretty good as a streamer, even if he seemed a little crazy. Part of his allure was his big brown eyes and his charisma. At first, he couldn't put his finger on it but he realized you were a comedian who did some shows at the Joke Box. The car he drove was pretty nice and you found out he did Spree as a career. You took him up on his offer of getting a ride. Soon after that, you exchanged numbers. The water bottles in his car were a decoy and he couldn't fool you. It was obvious he made them watertight with glue and made them airtight after injecting the water on the label so the customers would get poisoned. You told him you knew, and he simply laughed and agreed with you before telling you he wouldn't let you drink it, anyway. His live streams could be intense, but something about him always made you want to keep your eyes on the screen. One day, his streaming turned into doing live kills. Most of the comments ranged from "That can't be real" to "You are a total sociopath." You still didn't care, and you wanted him anyway, regardless. Soon after that, you gamed pretty often with him. It was a lot of fun. Sure, he sometimes made crude or weird comments about the game, but you just felt captivated by the way he talked and how he had such a way with words. "I'm gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard." That is what he told you as you were gaming. It turned you on and you challenged him to prove it, so one day he promised he would…

The ride to your place from your work was great with Kurt, besides his awful taste in music. You made him change the station to rock and soon you got him into Ozzy and Buckcherry. Another person requested his Spree services, and you told Kurt it was fine. Once the guy got picked up, he almost immediately became a problem. He couldn't stop saying the most sexist and vile shit that was racist. Kurt had talked a bit with you about going after someone together and killing them. This guy was the type that deserved it. As he did his livestream, he drove to a very secluded part of the outskirts of LA and stopped the car. The pissed-off racist dude complained about being in the wrong place, but you and Kurt weren't listening even as his rant became a tirade about stupid crap. Not thinking twice about it, Kurt took the drill in his car and turned it on, drilling it through the guy's head. Taking out the knife you had, you stabbed him repeatedly. Dragging him out of the car, you threw his lifeless body into the woods. Now that you were all covered in blood together, you cleaned up as best you could with towels and went back to your place to shower.

Kurt always had his camera around filming everything around him. Now that you were at his place, his camera was still rolling but not a livestream. He promised to turn off the feature as long as he could film offline because you promised him the kinkiest shower ever. With the video camera running, you stepped into your shower with a clear shower curtain and started the water. There was so much blood everywhere. As you cleaned up, you washed each other's bodies. Seeing you like this made Kurt feel so lucky. It was the first time he ever showered with a woman. Watching porn and jerking off was all he had before he met you. Some of the adult films he watched helped him understand more about the female anatomy and giving pleasure. His day was about to get even better as you knelt in front of him and stroked his cock. He let out loud gasps as he figured out what you were about to do to him. The tip of his cock was flush and pink. Taking him into your mouth, you sucked on just the tip and tapped it against your tongue. Already you loved his taste and as you took more of him into your mouth, he held your hair back for you. The taste of his cock was becoming addicting as he called you his 'good girl' and looked down at you with lust and wonder in his eyes. It was his first blowjob, and he was so glad it was you giving it to him. Rocking his hips into your mouth, you swallowed more and more of him, taking him inch by delicious inch until you were swallowing his cock whole as you massaged his prostate. Occasionally you and Kurt would look over into the camera, him smiling, and you waving. The crescent-shaped marks you were leaving on his hips made him cry out even louder for you and your mouth.

"Fuck, baby girl. Gonna cum. Want to cum so bad in your mouth," he growled as his thrusts with his hips became more forceful. Having you take his cock to the back of your throat repeatedly drove him wild. You breathed through your nose as you let him fuck your face roughly.

Suddenly he came inside of your mouth as he pulled out a little, feeling his cock twitching. You happily swallowed all of it, then kissed up his body until your lips met in a deep and passionate tongue-tangling kiss.

"Now it's your turn to go down on me," you told him firmly. You wouldn't take no for an answer.

Kurt was more than eager to please as you pushed him down onto his knees and he spread your pussy lips. He put your leg over his shoulder and finger fucked you with perfect precision. As he listened to your pretty moans, he licked and sucked on your clit as he continuously fingered you.

"So fucking good Kurt. What a good boy you are," you praised him as you held onto the wall and looked into the camera with the biggest smile on your face.

"Tastes so good. I need your pussy."

Your taste drove him wild, and he was so addicted to your body, especially your pussy. The sounds of him sucking and licking you, combined with the pretty noises of pleasure you were making for him, practically made your legs shake with desire. Never did he have such a gorgeous woman to please and to give him pleasure. It was just something he didn't think was possible. With you, he felt like he had found the right person. Someone to understand his passion and his desire to kill and didn't judge him for it. You both had a taste for rough sex and being dominant but also submissive. He sucked your clit and ate you out like it was his last meal. He turned you around and pushed you up against the shower wall as he slapped your ass and spread your cheeks. He licked your pussy from behind and fingered your ass. Even as you came undone, he wouldn't stop getting you off and overstimulated you with his tongue. Your moans for him grew even louder. Before licking up your body, he tongued your ass and fingered it as he slapped your ass until it turned red, then met your lips in a forceful kiss. Tasting yourself from his lips as your mouths collided, you pulled him in close.

The next day after breakfast in bed you felt like you wanted to show him your true dominant side so you confessed to him about what you wanted.

"I want to fuck you, Kurt. You want to fuck me, Kurtie?"

"Yes please!"

"I want to fuck your ass," you admitted, sounding very sure of yourself.

He gulped slightly as he thought about the prospect of doing that with you.

"If you do that and I'm a good boy for you, will you let me fuck your pussy after?" He pleaded with big wide puppy dog eyes.

"Only if you are a good boy for me."

You finished up quickly with him in the shower and dried off, going right back to your bedroom and going into your drawers to find your strap-on. It was 9 inches and red. Kurt looked at the toy with awe in his eyes and got into position on the bed for you and you put it on for him. The camera stayed running and was put on a tripod. Later you planned to upload it to only fans.

"You are going to love my big cock, Kurt. Don't worry, I'll use lots of lube for you too."

There was no doubt you were rocking Kurt's world, and you knew he liked it dirty. Everything you did with your mouth to him was incredible. Kurt craved your mouth and had an oral fixation. Whether you were sucking on a lollipop or a popsicle, he always imagined it was your lips on his dick. Before you would claim his ass with your fake cock, you wanted to tease him and get him hard again by giving him more head- the head you knew he loved so much.

Putting your lips on the tip of his cock, you kissed it and licked the head, swirling your tongue around with eagerness. As you did this, Kurt gasped rather loudly. Your mouth was like magic to him and he was craving you so badly. Sucking even more of him into your mouth, you established a steady motion bobbing up and down. This drove him wild as he clenched the bed sheets beneath him. Once he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and he lifted his hips, bucking into your mouth. The act itself made you insatiable for him. Even if he didn't have your skills to compare to anyone else's, he knew you were a pro. The sucking sounds you made and the lewd gasps as you let him fill your throat with his hardness made him whimper for you. Tickling his balls and playing with them, you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him like a pro. Drool and spit ran down your mouth and you came up for air.

"That's enough for now, Kurtie. I'm going to please your ass next. Get you ready for my toy."

"Yes, please."

Licking a stripe down his ass, you licked his ass at a steady pace, wanting him to feel your tongue so expertly. The way he was groaning let you know he was feeling good because of your tongue. After a couple of minutes of this and him moaning softly, you stopped just to tease him.

Once the toy got lubed up, you got closer to him on the bed and stroked his cock, massaging his prostate for him. He whimpered already from the contact and his ass muscles clenched in anticipation of finally feeling your big fake cock fuck his ass. As you got the lube on your fingers and inside of his tight hole, you rubbed it around, massaging him, making him gasp from the pure ecstasy and sensations of it all.

Lining up at his entrance, you gave his ass a slap which earned a cry of pleasure mixed with pain from him as he was face down, ass up for you.

"Hold on tight for me baby, it's going to be a wild ride," you promised him, sticking the tip of the fake cock into his ass. It gently slid into him and stretched him out. His ass took to your strap oh so well and you held onto his hips as you moved deeper and even deeper inside his tight hole. His face was now on the pillows, turned sideways as he let you have your way with him. Kurt wouldn't do this with anyone else- just with you because you were his special girl.

Once you adjusted inside his ass, you began pounding away and slapping his ass, too. Kurt looked into the mirror as you fucked his now wide and open gaping hole. As he took your cock, you cried out in pleasure from the feeling of fucking his tight ass hole.

"Please fuck me hard, miss," Kurt begged.

"Shut up Kurt. I will tell you what you are getting, and you will learn to like it."

Deciding he had earned a punishment for back talking, you slapped his ass again, even harder this time. Being dominant was your specialty, and this situation certainly called for it. His groans became even louder as you fucked him good and at a leisurely pace. Once you thought he had enough of the slightly slower pace, you picked up and went deeper into his ass, pounding him at full force.

"Fuck, miss I love it," he dared to utter and gasp in pleasure.

Since he had been a fairly well-behaved boy, you stroked his cock for him, wanting him to receive ultimate pleasure. His cock bounced as you rutted into him and already the tip was leaking pre-cum. Stopping, you admonished him before continuing.

"Call me mommy, Kurt."

"Yes, mommy. Please, Mommy," he begged you, looking at the wall, not daring to dare a glance at you without permission first.

"Yes, mommy what?"

"Yes, mommy, I need you."

You pounded into him again, showing no mercy and raking your fingernails down his back, your other hand slapping his ass as he took you to the hilt. Kurt was having the time of his life and you were glad to give it to him. Being a master mommy dom for Kurt was your specialty. As his cries got louder, your thrusts got even deeper.

It was becoming a little unbearable for him because he hadn't experienced such a good fuck like this before. The sensations were new and intense for him, but his groans let you know you were working his ass just right. The way you pounded his ass was filthy and his cock needed some relief from the tension and attention too because of how pent-up he was for you.

"So good, miss. Please more," he pleaded with you as he looked at you with doe-like eyes.

Giving into his desires, you caressed his cock and stroked it, getting him to full hardness. You needed to fuck him soon, and his cock was already dripping with pre-cum. The harness you were using gave you pleasure as well as the vibrating setting on it could be felt on your clit.

"Yeah, you like it rough huh, like getting pounded for once?" You chided him for being the ultimate dom.

Putting him in his place was just what he needed, and you were going to get him to ultimately submit to you. With more thrusts, you drove him closer to the verge. Kurt whined so prettily for you as you felt the vibration stimulate your clit and bring you over the edge as you stroked his cock.

Pulling out unexpectedly, you threw the strap to the side and flipped him over, and hovered over his cock, your wet folds eager to take him inside. Sinking onto his cock, you let out a satisfied sigh.

"Does that feel good, Kurt? Huh? You love my fake cock and also my tight pussy, right?" You admonished him as you cupped his jaw and rode him.

"Yes, mistress. Love it all. Just want to be fucked so good. I love your pussy," he whined as you pinned his hands down, taking full control of him.

Your breasts bounced as you rode him hard, loving that you were still in control and taking the reins. Kurt loved it too and wanted to have you do whatever you wanted to him. He would fully submit and gladly be what you needed him to be.

Reaching over onto the nightstand, you picked up a small pocket knife you had and revealed the silver and shiny blade. It was glistening under the light and Kurt gasped as he saw it. Before you had talked about having a knife, kink and you both agreed you would use a knife someday when the moment was right just to tease each other.

"You gonna use that one me?" He questioned with wide-blown eyes, his hands behind his head.

"I am just going to tease you with it, baby."

Taking the knife, you held it up against his chest in between his nipples. Sucking one of his nipples into your mouth, you mewled and whimpered as the knife blade gently pressed into his skin. It was cold, and he shivered in anticipation of what was to come next. You just let his cock rest inside you, cockwarming him as you held the knife in the same place and paid equal attention to both nipples. Kurt's groans increased as you moved the blade to his arm, running it along his skin lightly. You stopped at his hand.

"Let's make a blood pact," you suggested with a dark glint in your eyes.

Kurt just nodded at this. Cutting yourself first, you let the blood drip down onto his stomach and then cut his finger. Pressing your finger up against his, you made a pact at that moment. You would never give him up or abandon him and you knew he wouldn't leave you.

"To us. Together forever," you proudly proclaimed.

"Against all others," he responded with fascination in his tone.

You then sucked his finger and let him suck yours clean of the blood as you moved again on top of him riding his cock.

Taking some rope, you tied his hands to the bedpost and smiled into the camera. From all this stimulation, he was getting close to his release. That wouldn’t happen though until he made you cum for him. Your pleasure was so important and Kurt was willing and eager to please you in every way possible. Kissing him with bloody lips, you finger fucked yourself, inching your way closer to release. A tingling sensation inside of you and fullness was emerging.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” You cried out as you grew closer to release.

Kurt just whined happily in response. Your fingers hit the right spot to drive you over the edge as you slammed into him, making the bed creak and headboards move.

“Yes, squirt for me,” he growled as he bucked his hips and watched you touch yourself.

Lewd and illicit moans escaped your lips as he groaned loudly, sounding so pretty for you as you rode his cock without mercy. The sounds you made caused his cock to twitch inside of you. Just then, you felt your release wash over you and you squirted for him, causing Kurt to moan.

“Fill me up, Kurt. Do it now. Fuck!” You gasped as you relentlessly fucked his brains out.

“That squirting was so hot,” he whimpered as he felt his cock leak pre-cum.

His thrusts were sloppy as he filled you up to the brim, coating your inner walls with his delicious seed. Collapsing on top of him in satisfaction, you caught your breaths as your hearts continued to race. You lay like that for a while, letting him rest inside of you.

From that moment on, you had the craziest sex together and fucked before and after every kill. Some people were innocent, others were scum bags. The urge to kill was all that mattered. Getting away with murder was glorious. Some people were run over, others were stabbed to death or shot. Some were even burned, and the evidence was easy to cover up- at least for a while. One of the most memorable kills meant a lot to you because it was your ex-boyfriend. That kill you dragged it out and made him suffer for as long as possible. There were so many tools and apparatus to use and you made good of them all. From using pliers and a screwdriver to nail guns and acid, you made him pay.

Once Kurt was caught and arrested, you planned to show up at his trial and be there for him as his biggest supporter. Despite your objections, he took all the credit for the killings. The trial declared him guilty on all counts of murder and they sentenced him to 10 years and 2 consecutive sentences. Once in prison, he wrote to you and called you every day. When he got a cell phone and snuck into prison, you sent him sexy nudes and he did the same for you. You visited him and had conjugal visitations. Even with the cameras on and people watching, you had the most mind-blowing sex ever. It was some of the best sex of your life. You even married him in prison. Once he got out, you knew he would make up for lost time. You eventually became a guard at the prison and got to see him every single day and fuck as often as possible. He was rough with you and you were the same way with him. The other inmates were probably jealous, but soon enough, you and Kurt escaped. Once out of prison, you established new identities and moved to another country to get a fresh new start. Until the killings started up again, that is. No matter what, you wouldn't let him go.

He had made a vow in prison he would no longer kill just anyone. Only the people who deserved it. Before he met you someone he had driven with spree a comedian Jesse confronted him. She tried to kill him, but he got away. It was a regret of his letting her get away, but he would move on. Newly established someplace safe with him, you promised each other you would stay together no matter what. To make things official, you had a small and private ceremony with Kurt streaming it for his followers. No one knew where the undisclosed location was, but it was a wondrous and beautiful event.

Neither of you needed extra income since you had streams and paid ones, making tons of sexy videos and live streams together. You used the dark web for your kills together and always wore masks to keep it discreet. When killing, you would keep your rings on a necklace to still show your love but not to give anything away to anyone who might recognize either of you. Leaving your families and old lives behind, you lived for each other. Having so many chances to kill and get away with it was the best. Only the most extreme crimes you saw fit to punish. The worst being cold-blooded murderers and molesters. Finding each victim carefully, you had them meet their demise. Kurt even became a hitman for hire. Eventually, though, you both stopped killing and settled down just living normal lives. Life went on pretty much normally, but you remembered fondly and would sometimes reminisce about old times. Never staying in any place too long, you traveled and just lived life one day at a time together.

soundtrack:

Crazy Bitch and Fuck It I Don't Care by Buckcherry

Rock you like a hurricane by the Scorpions

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

Hatefuck by Motionless In White

Crazy Town - Butterfly (Come to my lady)

Heathens by Halestorm

(You Drive Me) Crazy Britney Spears

Let's go crazy by Prince and the Revolution

Mad by Cassie Steele

Crazy Train and Diary of a Madman by Ozzy

THE TALKING HEADS - PSYCHO KILLER…

TEARS FOR FEARS - MAD WORLD…

PIXIES - WHERE IS MY MIND…

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[in-death-we-fall]

Slipknot

Calculated Carnage: The Numbers Don’t Lie

By Paul Gargano (google drive link)

Ten years ago, the Limelight was a landmark for bands who performed in New York City. Women danced in cages suspended from vaulted ceilings, stained glass surrounded a stage elevated on what used to be an altar and men and women mingled in lines for the unisex bathrooms. Built as a church decades earlier, the site had since been deconsecrated, converted to a nightclub, and angel-shaped disco balls hung where a crucifix was once suspended. It was the perfect–not to mention haunting and eerie–setting for the inspired debauchery of sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll that made the late ‘80s and early ‘90s such revered times. And almost a decade later, recently reopened, it was the perfect venue to host the live chaos that is Slipknot.

Had there still been cages, more timid members of the crowd may have fled for them, seeking sanctity from the madness that overwhelmed the mosh pit, a floor previously occupied by rows of pews. In stark contrast to the gothic styling of the stained glass that overlooked them, Slipknot’s red jumpsuits were bright and glaring, punching into the flashing strobes and lights that lit the stage and sold-out crowd. It was a venue far too small for Slipknot–who had made their network television debut only hours earlier on Late Night With Conan O’Brien–but what it lacked in size, it made up for in character, with fans occupying choir lofts that overlooked the insanity.

It’s been a whirlwind year for Slipknot, and post-show was no exception, where #1 and #2–drummer Joey and bassist Paul, who both founded the band with #6, custom-percussionist Shawn–took some time away from the post-show madness to offer their insight behind the band that has taken the world by storm over the past year. They left the following morning for a European tour that was ultimately cut short by a personal issue at home–says Joey, “When you get a call that brings you back to where your whole mind should be, you’ve gotta take care of that stuff first and foremost”–and in the midst of planning this summer’s anticipated Tattoo The Earth tour with Sevendust and Coal Chamber, are already at work on their sophomore album, which they hope to release early next year. Who knew Des Moines, Iowa could be so inspiring?

METAL EDGE: Looking at what’s going on with today’s hard rock/metal scene, it’s starting to look a bit like the rap industry, with all the separate camps and alliances. #1 (JOEY): Honestly, that type of shit disgust’s (sic) me. #2 (PAUL): We don’t need it. It’s not that we’re going out of our way, we just say what we feel, so either take it or leave it. Korn opened a lot of doors when they came out, and that’s that. Limp Bizkit, well, I’m not going to go there… Wes [Borland] is a good guitar player. It’s scary. I picked up a magazine yesterday with a “Slipknot vs. Limp Bizkit” poll for fans to vote on, and it came out to be Slipknot over Limp Bizkit like 70% to 30%. I don’t know how that happened and I’m very worried about… I mean, you got a magazine that caters to the teenybopper metal crowd, and you’ve got every fucking issue with Korn, Marilyn Manson, Limp Bizkit and Orgy. And now Slipknot’s in every issue–I don’t like that. The thing is, I guess I can’t help it because if it matters that much to the kids, I say, “thank you.” You know how appreciative we all are, you’ve hung out with the band. You know how humble we all are about what’s happening to all of us. But, when the next record comes out, our record label is not going to fucking hear it until it’s done. No one’s going to hear it. No studio reports. There’s not going to be anything done. We’re going back to our old, old, old fucking dingy practice room with my mom coming down and fucking doing laundry in the middle of practice. That’s the way it needs to be done because we’ve accomplished this on writing music that we thought filled our emotional need. Now, the emotional need has been magnified so much because of the experiences we’ve been through, so it’s just gonna be a massively, apocalyptic, totally sick and disgusting record.

ME: Do you realize the impact you’re having on your fans? I was at your instore in New York City and it was more enthusiastic than any I’d seen before. Your fans really seem to connect with you. #1: Yeah, well that’s the thing. People always talk about needing to branch out and try different things, and I’m okay with that. We want to get our music out to different crowds, but I sometimes don’t. I wanna make sure that we please the fans that were there from the beginning and understood every aspect when no one else understood. I wanna make sure that that fan remains happy for every record. We expected to sell maybe 150-200,000 records–And not until after two years of touring. Well, I guess we filled a void in those kids… They needed this band for awhile. That’s the whole thing, I don’t necessarily want to lump myself in with those bands because I feel we have nothing in common with them, but I give total respect to Korn because on their first fucking record they opened up so many doors and they did something completely original. You’ve got the mainstay, bands like Black Sabbath, and they’re got a bunch of imitators, but there’s only one Black Sabbath. I’m not a fan of Limp Bizkit, but there’s only one of them–Even though they came after Korn. You’ve got the Deftones and stuff, they all have very energetic and very, at times, liberating music. Limp Bizkit I can’t get into, I’m not a fan, and I think we’re the total opposite of a lot of that stuff that band stands for. It’s for some people, it’s not for some people, and I don’t want to be liked by everyone–That’s the scary thing. It’s so weird that so many people have identified with what we’re doing now–It’s very scary. #2: Yes! And it’s amazing, too, because we don’t get a lot of help from the radio and MTV like these other bands. We occasionally get our video played, and there are some radio stations, but it just proves that the kids need something different. They’re sick of the same old shit being pumped down their throats.

ME: There’s an extra psychological burden, “We’re not just a band anymore, we’re a cultural force.” Did you ever want that? #1: You know what? Yes, I have, and I love the fact, I’m very fucking fortunate and grateful. I do not want to decrease it in any way. I do want to make it bigger. I wanna make it bigger by keeping the fire real and by keeping the emotion and all that shit real. And not worrying about my record label breathing down my neck like they did last time for rough mixes and fucking, “Can you try and make…” No! Ther’s why the ante has been upped on making such a fucking… You could even say it’s overcompensated and fucking disjointed as far as our personalities are concerned. We were going to record in May, but we’re going to stay out and tour because the demand for the record and the demand for us to tour now is so huge in the States–We haven’t been there, we really haven’t toured since early January and that was only like two-and-a-half weeks. Our shows were sold-out, but now we’re selling 30,000 copies a week and we’re beating the system by being played on MTV–which I’m not a fan of–and radio stations like the L.A. K-Rock and the New York K-Rock. I guess I thank them for playing us–We could have it a lot worse–but the fact is, the next record probably wouldn’t turn out the same because we’ve been through a lot of experiences now. We’re going to work so hard on it and I think it’s going to be so ground-breaking for the fact that when you go through all the things we’ve just gone through, it will never be like this again. That’s why it’s very hard for a lot of bands to copy their first record and I love that people say that. Our first record is that good. It is a very pinnacle-type album. I’m so glad that people say that because I still have that hunger that I had when I was fucking playing in front of three people in Lincoln, Nebraska with a bartender and then a cat outside, grasshoppers and fucking crickets. We are maintaining that type of a focus. #2: When we started this band, I knew it was something kids needed. I didn’t think it would be like this, but I had a feeling. Nothing’s settled in yet. We’re on the road playing shows, and that’s basically all that’s settled in! Get up and play another show! [Laughing]

ME: But it’s not enough to just “play another show” every night, you guys are beating the crap out of each other and takin’ bumps. #2: Who wants to see a band up onstage staring at their shoes? That’s not entertaining. We definitely have our bruises and our sore body parts after shows, but once we get the masks and coveralls on, I could have a broken leg and still go out there. In Australia, I tore cartilage in my knee, I couldn’t bend it, and I just taped it up really well and went out there. Shawn’s played with broken ribs. We just don’t feel the pain.

ME: You need to look into some aspirin endorsements! #2: Advil would be real nice! [Laughing] It hurts, the masks aren’t comfortable at all–it would be awesome to play in shorts and a t-shirts (sic), but that’s not us. After the show we can rest all we want.

ME: There’s a definite sense of surprise in your stage show, you never know what’s happening next. Does anyone ever take it too far and cross the line? #1: No. It can never go too far. Never too over-the-top. For a band like us, that’s the first sign of us not being what we stand for.

ME: Joey, from your vantage point onstage what do you see looking out from behind your kit? What goes through your head? #1: Honestly, I can’t even put that in words. You’re the first person that ever asked me that, but it’s something that I think about every day. I guess I see the other side of when I was in the audience watching Slayer or Metallica. I’m usually the first person out onstage, and everytime I come out there are literally tears. I really can’t explain it, it’s so grand, it’s so bigger than words. Literally, I’m getting cracked up just talking about it.

ME: Did you anticipate this kind of success, this fast? #1: Well, sometimes, but that’s just society’s control. Welcome it. If it happens this fast, welcome it and use it to your advantage and make sure that you… Like I said, I thanks all of our fans so much for fucking supporting what we have done, because it’s made me not wanna fucking destroy myself. Back in Des Moines, I thought I was literally going to die if I didn’t get to do this. I get to do it now. But, the whole thing is, when you climb one mountain, it’s time to make sure the next mountain gets climbed and the next one .And you gotta re-evaluate the goal because we got this many people on our side now. It’s like Guns N’ Roses coming so fucking fast, the next thing you know, the dude hasn’t put out a record in like a decade. Like Mike Patton, probably one of the most fucking insane performers and songwriters of the decade–He is so underrated, went on to sell millions of albums in the early ‘90s, and continually turned around and spit in everyone’s faces by putting out albums with some of the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard. We always say that if things get too big, too fast, if there’s no room for the band to grow because we’ve already accomplished so much, it’ll be time for the band to stop. Johnny Rotten said that the easiest thing to do is stop being a rock star if you don’t want to be one anymore–I thought that statement had so much integrity, and it’s had such an impact on me. I think about that quote every day. #2: It’s amazing. Just to be able to see the country and play these shows for kids all over the place, it’s the most amazing thing. I can’t believe people get paid to do this. I would pay to do this! It rules, I can’t ask for anything more. I just sit back, smile, and if there’s any bullshit, I just smile and let it go on by without bothering me.

ME: Do you think there’s a need for rock stars in society today? #1: Yes, because I needed them, and if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be where I’m at. It’s like giving two cents back to the music that meant so much to me growing up–Black Sabbath, Slayer, Venom and Mercyful Fate. I showed up at the Clash of the Titans tour long before anyone else did because I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom Araya, and last summer, I got to hang out with him. That’s a weird thing, but I needed it to become who I am today. That’s why I’ll welcome it if it’s happened this fast, because people obviously needed it. When we were practicing for pre-production of our album, we were in the same rehearsal space as KISS. I was drawing their logos all over my books in school, now we were practicing next to them, we were standing outside listening to their whole set. The funny thing was, when they all left the room, we were stealing sticks and stuff! It’s being that fan, because we still are that. On OZZfest, I’d watch Slayer from the front row every day, not like a rock star standing on the side of the stage with a laminate.

ME: Has being from Des Moines had a lot to do with your development? #1: Absolutely. From day one. Had we come from L.A. or New York, we would not have the band that we have. Honestly, we grasped on to something early on that meant something so much, then you take that and revel in it, building, building and building, practicing, practicing and practicing, and creating, creating and creating. You magnify those three things, you keep it going and you network, and if you can do that coming from where we’ve come from, you can do it anywhere, because it was a virtual black hole that Corey describes as a graveyard with buildings. #2: It’s weird, it’s almost impossible to get A&R people to Iowa. Half the people don’t even know where it is–”Iowa, isn’t that the potato state?” No, it’s corn country. No one wants to go to Des Moines for their weekend! Finally, Ross Robinson came out and said that regardless of the label, he’ll do the record. Now there are people looking all over Iowa for bands, but there’s just the one and only… People were hoping it would be the “new metal Mecca,” but it’s only us! There area (sic) few good blues bands out here, though.

ME: How long was Slipknot in the making? #1: Ten years in the making. From the day I started playing drums, the day I started playing guitar. Me, Paul and Shawn started the band. Paul and I were playing in different side projects, and I met all those other guys because we’d set up shows with friends’ bands and we’d be playing for each other. There was no one in the audience. When you put up a flier you’d get fined $50. There’s no audience. Not a fucking person. And we had no money because we spent it all (sic) drum stands and guitar strings, struggling to buy that shit. There were no newspapers or radio stations that would tell you about the bands. No doubt, man, all this stuff that’s happened to the band? You don’t even hear about it there. We go home and it’s like we never left. A girl that was on Jenny Jones was big news, but Des Moines doesn’t recognize the gold album, selling out all our shows, being on Conan O’Brien, doing OZZfest. They do’t even write about it. You wouldn’t believe it, but it’s the truth. It just goes back to show me why that place is so fucking special, because it’s such an integral part of making music. I’m glad it’s still like that, because when I go back home, the only thing I want to do is get back on tour, work hard on writing music and stay doing that until the album’s finished.

ME: Was there a certain point where you had the vision that would evolve into Slipknot? #2: Well, it wasn’t planned, it definitely evolved. The lack of anything in Des Moines definitely fueled it, and we just went from there. When we got together, we didn’t have any rules about what it would be, we just got together and the nine people made it what it is. All day, every day, that’s what the band is. The band’s my life, it means everything, it’s my family. It’s what I love the most, and it’s what I hate the most.

ME: It sounds like you’ve accomplished more than you ever hoped to, what’s next? #2: For now, just doing our shows and being with my best friends. But in the long term, it’s going to be world domination. That’s what we’re trying to accomplish. #1: Once you climb one mountain you need to reevaluate and climb another one. We’re going to continue to tour and knock it out, all the way through Tattoo. Then we’d like to go into the studio. Then the next step is to take the most anticipated disjointed, apocalyptic, gross-sounding, disgusting type of exorcism you can imagine and put them all on one record. Every song will be twice what every song on the last album was. It’s all about the band maintaining the good attitude and integrity, and the same fire and hunger that we’ve had, and taking that and magnifying it and making a way better album. #2: Our next record is going to be over the fucking top. It’s going to be stupid!

ME: With things blowing up so fast, what are you proudest of as a band? #2: I’m proudest every day of just being in this band. What blows me away most of all is the fact that I get to do it. The fact that I’m in a band with my best friends, playing songs that we wrote in a basement, and seeing all the emotion from people who come out and get it every night. #1: Our middle finger attitude. How we’ve beaten the system in less than a year, all eyes have turned, and we’ve answered to nobody. That’s why I’m glad it happened as fast as it did. Hard work over time? Sure, good things come, but when it happens that fast it’s more poignant and people remember it more. It’s freaky and it’s very surreal, but that’s why I did welcome it. There’s a reason it happened so fast, because those kids need to stand for something. That’s why I think the next record may shun some people. Is it too over the top? No, it can’t be.

ME: Are you afraid of being “too metal”? #1: We’re fully metal, and we’ve always said that. People are afraid of that word because when Pearl jam and Nirvana came they were supposed to make music more open-minded, but they really made it more closed-minded than ever. We’ll always be a metal band.

ME: You were offered OZZfest this year, why not do it again? It’s a big risk headlining your own tour. #1: There are a lot of reasons why we didn’t do it. It was very cool to do it, but I don’t need an encore performance of it. The Tattoo tour wasn’t our concept, someone came up with it and brought it to us and it was something that we were into. We stepped in. It’s cool to start something from the ground up and not know if it’s going to work. I like everything to be very unpredictable, like playing a show.

ME: It seems like you guys have just gone out of your way to defy everyone in any position of power. Is that conscious? #1: No, because we’ve always done it and we still don’t make any money–There are nine people in this band! The stage manager will come up to us before the show and say, “Please don’t burn anything on the stage, don’t throw your drums, don’t break anything…” Well, that’s a bad thing to tell us, because we’re in debt anyway. Break it all, spend all the money! We’re not making any smart fucking business calls! That’s what lawyers and managers are for. It’s all about being in the moment and being in the vibe, and you can’t deny that. If you deny human feelings, you’re a fraud. #2: I think people are drawn to honesty. Who wants smoke blown up their ass? People want to know that we’re for real. People are drawn to it because they’re sick of all the other bullshit.

ME: We’ve heard about a lot of the bands that you don’t get along with, what are some of the bands you really respect? #1: Amen. They’re very good friends of ours and have the same type of fire even though they create a different style of music. I’m a very big fan of Mike Patton’s [Faith No More] projects and the Melvins. I respect all those guys because they don’t care. They make music just for themselves, they don’t let outside influences get to them.

ME: If you could leave your fans with any one message, what would it be? #2: Be yourselves and don’t fuckin’ worry about everyone else. Do your own shit… And, thanks! From the bottom of our hearts, we thank every kid who’s ever bought our album, checked the website out, or given us any support. If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t be doing this interview, so from the bottom of our hearts, thank you.

[sunny-speaks]

Barista! Angel x Ren

hi hi <3! this is my first time posting on tumblr abt some of my favorite vns! To start us off, we've got Ren from 14DWY!! go check out the creator @14dayswithyou for more info about the characters!

You've picked up a job at Corland Bay! You thought about going to this one library nearby but you opted out when you heard a new cafe was opening up!

After all, coffee shops tended to be a meetcute in many books, who's to say that those are just fictional?

Things were a bit rough at first, you had your amount of rough customers, you had to get a hang of the machines, etc.

Soon enough, you got better and better at your job! You even got a pay raise!

Your boss is an asshole sometimes, but he seems to care a little.

But recently there’s been like this really cute guy recently who keeps coming on your shifts you've noticed.

Toiling away talking to karens, dealing with coffee machine malfunctions, your job sure is rough...

But luckily, this adorable stranger's here to make up for any mishaps!

(and every night lmao, when he goes to... eliminate anyone who bothered you at work)

He always chooses to eat your favorite things and always asks what you recommend everyday, such a sweetheart !!

"Wh-What would you recommend..." He pauses, his eyes averted from yours. They flicker up at your nametag before flushing at the name, the mere thought of saying their angel's name leaving him tongue-tied. "...A-Angel?" Little do you know that whatever you say goes through one ear and out the other, Ren far too focused in drinking up every image of you so he can commit it to memory. Maybe if you were a bit more perceptive, you'd notice the way he inhaled a bit deeper, leaned in a little more closer as you talked. God, was he glad that there weren't as many customers this early in the morning.

He always asked how your day was and tips you a little extra for your troubles

(You're kind of curious about where he gets all the spare cash from... But you're not arguing !! After all, it's more money to spend on Haruko merchandise !)

He’s so shy and gets so flustered around you, you just wanna reach over and pinch his cheeks.

"D'you want a drink with that?" Ren, who was just leaning his face on his hand, staring at your kissable lips, was promptly shaken out of his stupor. His face flushes, clearly not have expected to be asked something again. "M-Mhm! I-I'll let you choose, I'm sure whatever you choose would be delicious no matter what!" He enthusiastically nodded with a twinge of nervousness to his words. You let out a chuckle that sounds angelic to him before adding that to his order.

He always wants to find a way to spend some more time talking to you, he wants to keep you all to himself !

And he always hangs around until you’re done with your shift!! (you don’t notice him tho) but he’s waiting for the day that you do!!

He makes sure you get home safe, after all, we wouldn't want any creeps following his precious angel home, hmm?

He’s always on his phone, looking at photos of you through the cameras in the coffee shop while eating/drinking his order! His angel chose it specifically for him...

If he sees you gushing over a fictional character during your break, you can guarantee he’s going to start using subtly similar mannerisms.

If it's what gets you closer to him, then Ren wouldn't hesitate!

After all, he loves you so much, he's soooo patient for you to love him back !

So if you get the chance, won’t you pleaase write your number on his coffee cup next time~?

[deafsignifcantother]

Hear No Evil, Introduction

♥ series summary: with a reader overcoming the belief that they have been cursed from birth, they find solace in the hazbin hotel who assure them that they can do good things.

♥ relationship: alastor x gender neutral deaf reader

♥ word count: 1.8k

♥ notes: okay so I know that sign language didn't exist / modern greek sign language would be totally different but don't care didn't ask and she uses it idc. also if this flops then i'm not continuing it teehee i break continuity by giving her communication

♥ content: reader is from ancient greece but ethnicity is not stated nor described, i found out that it was a common belief greek gods hated deaf people and i immediately decided to write a fic about it, albiesm but only in the first part except alastor being a pos, reader has attitude

Statistically, only a handful of people probably suffered from hereditary deafness in an ancient Greek city. Athens, the largest one, probably had a population of only 240 or so congenitally deaf people; smaller cities may only have had four or five. There is no proof of the existence or absence of sign language. Still, there are some references to using gestures for communication. Women were often entrusted with caring for the disabled since the home was their particular sphere of action. 

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A curse from the Gods. 

Still, beyond that belief, your mother would try to teach you language herself, even when other people thought you couldn't learn. In silence, you'd just observe the planet around you, watching animals play and flowers grow. Even if the Gods thought negatively of you, you found peace in the world they created. 

They hated your success. You cared for household animals and raised livestock for a living; that's what you found you were good at. Without the means of communication, all you spoke was money and coins. You had a beautiful house, a thriving garden, and a supportive customer base. But of course, to the city nearby, this must mean you were a negative spirit manipulating the people. Because how could a disabled person live such a perfect life, nevertheless independently?

You can't say you were surprised when you ended up in the underworld after your murder. Your mother would describe you as a keen intellect with a kind heart, but that's not enough to allow you into the heavens. 

You put your motivation into lifting yourself from the dirt as you did when you were alive. The underworld won't wear you down, no matter how rude others are, no matter how disadvantaged you may be. 

Sadly, there weren't any farms in the Pride Ring, not that you could find. The only gardens you could locate were in Cannibal Town, but you weren't quite ready to enter that place alone yet. The first body you ever saw was behind the town boundaries. The woman's chest was spread open, with no noticeable distinction between the concrete and her skin. Teeth marks covered her entire body; if you didn't know any better, you'd assume she was ravaged by dogs. The last thing you noticed was the number of nails that had broken off from where she was clawing at the street beneath her.

Your mind went blank, and it felt as if your vision stopped being processed. All you could do was turn away and walk back. 

Where was there else to go? 

Like the angel she is, Charlie went outside, passing fliers around, and that's when she came across you, huddled in an alley alone, hiding from danger. It was a vulnerable position. You wish she could have seen you with a pumped chest walking down the street. Instead, you were curled within yourself, head in your knees. 

When she touched your shoulder, you jumped. Her red eyes held a softness you didn't expect from anybody down here. She had an ethereal beauty. A goddess?

Behind her was another woman who looked at you skeptically as if your presence was some sort of trap. You pursed your lips the moment they opened their mouths to talk to you.

You looked at her wary, no words coming from you. What was there to say? 

The white-haired woman puts her hand on her shoulder and leans in, seeming to whisper something with a straight face. The kind-looking woman's mouth forms, and O before her eyes show panic; she pulls out her phone, typing slowly, reading over her words a million times.

'Hi! My name is Charlie, and this is my girlfriend, Veggie. We want to help you.'

And then she holds out a flier.

It's hand-drawn with sketch-like handwriting. Unconsciously, you tilt your head, squinting at it. Redemption? In the religion you were raised with, what you learned to be 'Heaven' was only for heroes. You are anything but.

However, maybe this hotel is a chance to prove yourself. 

You clench the paper.

Also free housing. It's not the worst offer.

Even though you know they don't understand, you sign a fine, your hands waving synonymously in front of you.

Your smile is all Charlie needed. She jumps up and down, holding a hand out for you, which you take without hesitation. 

Considering this recruitment a success, she puts an end to her mission and instead walks you to the hotel. She holds your hand the entire time, talking to Vaggie, her eyes wide with admiration towards both her and you.

The familiar bright blues and purples suddenly look more pleasant, especially with how they highlight her red suit. She sticks out like a sore thumb, but as a protector of you, it's comforting.

The worst part about the walk isn't the monsters around you but the hill. With the lack of food and energy in your system, each step was a nightmare. But alas, the big red door was in front of you, and Vaggie was the one who opened it. 

The interior reminded you of home, but definitely Hell's interpretation of it. Gorgeous lights, flower pots and pillars with statues filled the lobby. A bar with a cat hardly caught your attention. To be honest, that was like home, too. She must have noticed your amazement; she threw you a thumbs up, which you tilted your head at but returned. 

Unlike the other denizens in Hell, you were reserved, trying your best to keep your eyes on Charlie as she typed on her phone. 

'Do you want me to show you around? :D'

You shook your head. You signed a quick no, trying to soften the motion, worrying it appeared aggressive. You lifted your eyebrows in an attempt to show gratitude. Though she seemed disappointed, she nodded, looking around awkwardly.

That's when the others popped up. A quite freakishly tall man covered in white fur shows up from around a corner, previously sitting on a couch. When he started talking to you, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, hiding your annoyance. Charlie was nice. You knew she'd explain it to him before he could figure it out himself. When you opened your eyes, Vaggie was in front of him, putting a finger on his chest and obviously scolding him. You smiled. 

Charlie shoved the phone in your face. 'That's Angel Dust, and the bartender is named Husk!!!"

Husk, what a lovely name. You took a few steps towards him before noticing Veggie and Angel Dust looking behind you. Your Deaf senses failed you this time. You couldn't even feel the presence behind you. With a slight turn of your head, you used your peripheral to investigate before fully turning when you caught a glance at a man in all red.

Your eyes flickered between him and Charlie, who was nervously laughing, talking with her hands.

The man stared at you with a bright smile, tilting his head and squinting when Charlie finished her sentence.

He held out a hand. You gave in, shaking it. 

You assumed he knew you were Deaf, but he spoke anyway, mouthing something you would never be able to recognize. His pleasantsmile made you nod. With Charlie's smile becoming a bit more genuine, you could only assume it was his attempt at being polite. 

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Breakfast was simple. You cooked every day (refusing to use the stove) and mixed together fruits, using Hell as an excuse to eat dessert in the mornings. You didn't have any company, which was pleasant, as Charlie usually kept a protective eye on you. 

But Alastor started eyeing your morning routine. 

You had been taking a shot at returning to the schedule you had when you were alive. When you were alive, you would wake up at the farm early, feed the animals, and check on the plants. The days in the hotel had been the calmest since you'd died. 

When you finished mixing your bowl, you put a fork in it. You turned to the lounge before being surprised by Alastor at the doorway, having avoided your peripheral. He leaned on his cane, his body language rather cocky. You chewed on the inside of your lip, debating either trying to communicate or just rudely walking past him. Choosing the latter, you tried to slip past him until he stopped you, placing his clawed hand on the doorway at your height. 

You pursed your lips, not pushing your luck by ducking under him.

If he spoke to you knowing you couldn't understand, you would sign to him.

"What?" You signed, swiping your hands in the most annoyed way you could portray. His smile grew at your evident frustration. With that, he simply dropped his hand, gazing down at your brow. There was still a creeping skepticism about if he was letting you off that easy.

But when he turned towards you and lifted his arm, motioning to go ahead, you left the kitchen. This time, you could feel his cane hitting the floor as he followed behind.

Vaggie has informed you about his evil presence. It clicked in an instant that his voice must be used as a way to mock you. He was like any other person, seeing your deafness as a weakness. You could never escape. This truly was Hell.

He sat on the couch across from you, crossing his legs, summoning a newspaper, and reading it. You eyed him. Fine. 

You ate, not focusing on anything else, just trying to enjoy the peacefulness of the morning, which was impossible due to his presence. Your eyes remained on the floor.

Kill me.

His cane repeatedly hit the floor, and you instinctively looked up. His attention stayed on you briefly before turning the newspaper around. The headline read, I'm afraid I've not had the pleasure of knowing your name.

Before you could lift your hand to fingerspell out of spite, he lifted the newspaper higher, showing a spot for a signature. A pen summoned next to you, and the newspaper, folded by your side.

This is ridiculous. 

You unfolded it, noticing all the other words were gone, leaving only room at the bottom for you to write.

So you did, giving in. You wrote your name in the best English you could muster before returning it. He stood, softly grabbing the newspaper from your hand, too soft for your liking, and read your name over.

Without acknowledgment, his eyelids dropped, and he walked away, no longer using his cane.

You turned your head to look at him. He turned his neck and looked at you as well, his smile more mischievous than anything. God, did he trick you or something? Your face heated up.

No. There was no flashing green light like Vaggie said he could do. 

Then what was his problem?

At least now you could finish your breakfast in peace.

[jenoslutie]

his angel (teaser)

⇢ Synopsis: Mark has always seen himself as a loser, everyone has always seen Mark as a loser. He always thought he was incapable of getting any bitches (thanks to Haechan) but something in him changes when he sees you, the barista at his favourite coffee shop.

⇢ Pairing: Loser!Mark x Barista!Reader

⇢ Genre: Loser Mark..yeah. Barista AU, Smut, Fluff

⇢ Warnings: tbd...

⇢ Teaser Word Count: 852

All of Mark's friends have always laughed at him for being the one with the least experience, Mark always being the one with the least sexual adventures to talk about, listening to Haechan talk about all the new shit he's tried out with different girls for hours and hours on end. He's always thought of himself as a bit (read: a lot) of a loser when it comes to things like this. He was sure no girl would want him because every girl wants a guy who knew what he was doing in bed (which was far off from what Mark was) 

That was until he stumbled upon you, the quiet, innocent girl who worked at his favorite coffee shop. your soft, delicate features, your big innocent eyes lit up every time you saw him enter the store, and your cheery smile warmed his heart.

He wanted to get to know you. He really did. but there comes his weakness, he can't talk to women. Even if the woman in question has wanted to talk to him ever since he first came to get his usual iced americano.

To him, you were like an angel. He wanted to protect you, be with you, take care of you - he wanted to do everything with you. which was quite excessive considering he doesn't even know your name. so being Mark, he decided to go on a mission to find out what your name was. it was simple. All he had to do was look out for when someone might call your name!

To Mark's surprise, it wasn't simple. He's been trying to hear someone call your name but it's been 2 weeks, and he's been unsuccessful. So he resorts to his only option, asking you himself. 

The next day when he orders his coffee, he watches as you glide around the coffee shop and make drinks as if it's second nature to you. He watches you expertly make his usual drink, an iced americano, his favorite way to start his mornings. He takes a deep breath as he walks towards the counter where you stood with a smile, handing him his drink before he spoke up. "Wait a second!" 

"Yes?" When you responded is when Mark's mind went blank. He didn't really practice past this. You smiled at him as he struggled to get his words out. “Can I get your number?” he blurted out, figuring he should just go for it. “Uh, sure!” you eyed him suspiciously before typing your number into his keypad.

Mark was ecstatic. The first girl he's ever approached actually gave him her number. As inexperienced as Mark was, he wasn't stupid. He's seen in movies that you shouldn't tell your friends when you get a girl (even though he barely got the girl) Why do they do that? He doesn't know, but he's always seen it happen in the movies.

When Mark got home, he spent the rest of his day going through numerous WikiHow articles about 'How to Talk to a Girl" and 'How to Talk to a Girl You Like for the First Time'

Both articles suggest that he should try to spark up a conversation first...which he kind of already accomplished with the 1-minute conversation he had with you earlier.

Step #2: Make a comment about something you have in common to spark her interest.

Easy. Mark thought. So he whipped out his phone and looked for your contact, which had your name written in all lowercase. 

Mark: Hey, It's Mark

"No Mark," He groaned to himself "Don't mess this up, women like cool guys" and so, he tried again.

Mark: hey, its mark.

Perfect.

He hit send, and a sudden feeling of nervousness came upon him. What if he messed up? Were the lower cases too intimidating? Did he screw up before even getting to talk to you?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard his phone vibrate beside him. He took a peek only to find that you had, indeed, texted him back.

You: hey favorite customer

Mark's jaw dropped at that. Him? your favorite customer? Since when? 

He referred back to his article before typing up his response, not caring that you can see that he's already seen the message.

Step #3: Request something from her to encourage her to like you

There isn't really he can request over text, so he decides that instead, he's going to bring up something you both like, coffee.

Mark: possibly...is it the person who fuels my caffeine addiction every day?

Mark was beginning to feel himself now (after 2 texts total)  so he read the next step in his article while waiting for you to text back.

Step #4: Continue the conversation by responding to her statements.Mark's mind was reeling. From being too shy to talk to the quiet, innocent girl who worked at his favorite coffee shop to now texting said quiet innocent girl who worked at his favorite coffee shop. Even though there were merely 3 messages exchanged between you two... He felt like he made progress.

a/n: hi omg. im excited for this fic.

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luv u <333

[robsheridan]

Here are some close-up looks at the new edition of analog(oblivion) 000 as I get these ready to start shipping this week from my home print shop! Despite how it sometimes appears, these are all photos of the actual paper; every pixel of the CRT from the original captures is preserved in crisp detail:

This second edition print is actually an entirely different piece from the sold-out first edition: Whereas the first one was the art used on How to Destroy Angels' Welcome Oblivion CD cover, this is the variant seen on the vinyl cover. Variations were important to the overall presentation of this art: The figure shifting in and out of phase, altering your perception of its presence depending on where you saw it, gave an unsettling feeling that its presence was liminal, bringing to printed stills the constant turbulent motion of its analog VHS/CRT glitch origins.

If you had the original download version of the album, you’ll remember how the embedded artwork changed from track to track until the figure eventually dissolved into, well, oblivion. So I wanted to take a unique approach to these prints that reflected the intention of all these variations.

If you’re wanting prints or video prints or holiday cards from me before Christmas, please get those in TODAY! Attach a note to your order if you want a custom holiday greeting on the included sticker.

All of my limited edition prints are personally signed/numbered fine art giclée prints on archival matte paper, printed by me to personally ensure the finest museum quality on 308gsm German fine art paper at ultra high 1440dpi print resolution, and packed/shipped worldwide with care by my wife Steph from our home studio in Tacoma, WA. Every print comes with a signed certificate of authenticity and an exclusive sticker.

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - small mention of drug use

y/nn = your nickname in case your confused🩷

Chapter 6

It was after three o’clock the next afternoon when Matt called. “Alan’s on his way to pick you up,” he said. Alan Smith was another of his employees.

When we arrived at Matt’s house, I found him upstairs dressing. As soon as he saw me, he kissed me and asked, “How would you like to go to Las Vegas? We could really have fun and I could show you around my favorite places.” Not understanding his contradiction regarding my staying with the Barrises the night before, and feeling uneasy asking any questions, I answered, “I’d love to. When?”

“Tonight. We’ll load up the bus and head out about midnight, arrive in the morning, sleep all day, and see the shows and party all night.”

Excitement was in the air—Las Vegas. I’d never dreamed of going there and I really didn’t know what to expect. Actually, I really didn’t care where we went as long as I was with him.

I had two immediate concerns. One, I didn’t know if I could afford—or at my age should even wear—the glamorous clothes suitable for Vegas, but Matt said not to worry, Alan would take me shopping that afternoon.

It was a strange experience, shopping with someone I barely knew, particularly a man. He seemed as uncomfortable as I but assured me we would find something. He was familiar with all of the boutiques and took me to Saks Fifth Avenue as well.

As I selected a couple of outfits I worried about my other concern: the promised daily letter to my parents. How would I explain Las Vegas postmarks? I couldn’t. But I could prewrite letters for the time we were gone, number them one through seven, and have Arnold mail them from Los Angeles daily. My problems were solved. On to Las Vegas!

That evening Matt’s front lawn was alive with activity. There seemed to be people everywhere. The huge bus that George Barris had custom-designed for Matt stood in the driveway. The guys streamed in and out of it, loading suitcases, records, a stereo system, and cases of Pepsi-Cola. All the preparations and excitement made it look as if Matt were moving out, but in fact he always traveled this way. He was still uneasy about flying—a fear he later conquered—and felt much more relaxed driving. Because we didn’t know how long we’d stay, Alan and Gene Smith brought along whatever Matt enjoyed, so he would feel as comfortable as if he were at home. I was happy. It was the first time we’d be together without restrictions or curfews.

Just before midnight, they all gathered around the big bus; it was time to say goodbye to any visitors the regulars were leaving behind.

Matt was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, black racing gloves, and his everpresent yachting cap. As we pulled away, he yelled out the window, “We shall return,” and we hit the highway for Las Vegas, Nevada. I didn’t know what I was headed for, but I loved the idea of adventure.

And I felt proud; there was Gene to my right, me in the center, and Matt driving. I learned that Matt always preferred driving at night; it was cooler and there was less traffic. He came alive at night. There was a big difference between the daytime Matt and the nocturnal Matt. When the sun went down another personality took over, and on this particular night he was in great form. On a break between films, away from Colonel William, free of pressures and responsibilities, he could relax and play.

On the way to Vegas we all listened to music, nibbled on snacks, and drank Pepsis. In the front seat, Matt and Gene joked in their own language. Matt would say something and Gene would reply with completely made up words. When conversation lagged, they engaged in surprise attacks, punching each other. If Gene thought he’d landed a good one, he’d take off running toward the back of the bus, aware that Matt could always pull over and chase him.

These antics continued throughout most of the exhausting drive across the desert. I felt out of sync with the private jokes and crazy high jinks. It was quite obvious that the boys picked up on Matt’s every mood. I did not yet fit in.

Las Vegas

We arrived in Las Vegas around seven in the morning. I was tired and falling asleep when Matt called out, “We’re comin’ into Vegas. Look around—all you see is hotels. It’s called Sin City. Isn’t that right, Smiff?” Gene mumbled one of his silly replies and Matt laughed as usual.

The Strip looked quiet. There were a lot of taxis, some cars, and a few tired people strolling along the streets. I noticed it was extremely hot for 7 a.m., especially since it was only June.

We checked into the Sahara Hotel and to my amazement, despite the early hour, people were everywhere. Matt pointed to the casino, noisy with the rhythmic sounds of the slot machines, the sporadic ringing of bells, and an occasional yell from the craps tables.

“Is this normal?” I asked Matt.

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Wait till tonight,” he replied.

That wouldn’t be easy. Despite being tired, I stood fascinated, watching the gamblers clustered at the various tables and the slot machines. Matt took my arm. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go up to the room. There’ll be plenty of time for this later. We better get some rest.”

We followed the bellboy to the suite, and the entourage efficiently began arranging the rooms to Matt’s liking. They unpacked his clothes, placing them neatly in his closet, lining up his shoes by color, and setting out his toiletries in the bathroom. In the living room, they set up his record player and speakers, lowered the lights to create the right atmosphere, and turned on all the television sets.

“Why do you always have the TV on?” I asked Matt.

“It keeps me company,” he said. “When it’s on, I feel like there are people around.”

He despised entering a quiet room, and soon I too adopted the habit of automatically turning on the TV whenever I walked into a room.

An hour later the assistants had the suite looking lived in, with everything in its proper place. Matt said good night to the boys and cautioned them not to wake us too early. He locked the bedroom door and got undressed and into bed. As I climbed in beside him, I noticed that he was taking a number of prescribed sleeping pills, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I wasn’t knowledgeable enough even to suspect any potential threat.

I lay there blissfully happy: Finally we were able to spend an entire night sleeping together.

Matt was looking at me. “Do you believe this, Baby? After all this time, here you are. Who’d ever have thought we’d pull this off? Let’s not even think about you going back. We’ll have a good time. We’ll think about the other when the time comes.”

His words were starting to slur. His reactions slowed down. He pulled me closer and told me, again and again, “I’m glad you’re here  . . .” And then—silence. I looked over at the bottles of pills near the bed and realized I still had competition.

When I awoke the next afternoon, I looked over at Matt and snuggled against him as closely as I could. He put his arms around me, holding me as he slept. I studied his eyebrows, his long black eyelashes, his perfect nose, and his beautiful, full mouth. After a while I ached from lying in the same position but I didn’t move; it might wake him.

I thought about the pills he had taken earlier. They mystified me but I felt Matt must know what was best for him and I decided to put the matter out of my mind.

He must have sensed that I was staring at him; he suddenly opened his eyes and started to laugh. “What are you doing? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were putting a hex on me.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, embarrassed that he’d caught me studying him. “I guess I’m too excited.”

Sitting up, he said, “Well, Little Girl, the first thing I need is a cup of black coffee. Press number four on the intercom and tell Billy to order us some breakfast. He knows what I like and just tell him what you want. Tell him to have it here in half an hour and to make sure the coffee’s hot.”

Getting out of bed, he flipped on the TV and walked into the bathroom. A moment later he stuck out his head and grinned. “Get dressed, Little One, I want to show you off a little.”

That was all I needed to hear. I jumped out of bed and ran into my bathroom to get ready. As I dressed in a casual summer outfit I could hear music coming from the living room. I cracked open the adjoining door and was surprised to see all the boys up and dressed, with breakfast set up on the dining-room table.

I finished combing my hair and walked out to the living room, where the guys greeted me with friendly smiles and hellos. Matt wasn’t there yet, so no one had begun eating. Everyone was pretty quiet. Although it was after four in the afternoon, it seemed like early morning.

About fifteen minutes later, Matt came into the room, all dressed up in a three-piece suit, and I realized that nothing in my wardrobe was suitable. He walked over to the stereo and put on his latest record, saying he’d just finished a recording session and wanted me to hear the songs. Then we all sat down for breakfast.

It was fun hearing his recordings before they were released to the public. He asked me what I thought of each song, and since I knew what the kids back in Europe were listening to, I felt my comments might be helpful. At least I wanted to believe they were. “I really like the fast-paced ones,” I said, “like ‘Jailhouse Rock.’ Why don’t you record more songs like that? These don’t seem as much like rock and roll as your earlier records.”

Matt shot me a look of such pure disgust that I was petrified. “Goddamn it,” he snapped. “I didn’t ask for your opinion on what style I should sing. I asked if you like the songs, that’s all—yes or no. I get enough amateur opinions as it is. I don’t need another one.” He got up and stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door. Trying to regain my composure, I fought back tears. I was embarrassed and confused. What was wrong with what I’d said? How could that upset him so?

Luckily, the boys had already left the table and were all doing odd jobs or were in another room. I didn’t know if any of them had heard Matt’s tirade, but I didn’t want to face them. I knew Matt had a temper—I had witnessed it in Germany—but never before had he directed it at me.

Slowly I rose from the table, wondering where to go. Matt’s bedroom door was still tightly shut and, although I was sharing his room, I hesitated to go in for fear he’d start yelling. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down next to the albums and started going through them, pretending to look interested. Soon I heard the bedroom door open and saw Matt standing in the doorway. He motioned to me to come over. Reluctantly, I put back the records and walked into the room, fearful of what he was going to say. He closed the door, sat me down on the edge of the bed, and—to my surprise—began to apologize: “I’m sorry, Baby. What happened before really had nothing to do with you. I just finished that recording session and it’s pretty damn good compared to what they usually want me to do for these movies.”

He talked more about his last film, the story line, the songs, the dialogue, all of which he thought were inane. _ I was beginning to understand some of his frustrations and dissatisfaction. I remembered our talks in Germany. Matt had been proud of his film accomplishments before entering the Army. He had talked hopefully about doing movies with more substance and fewer songs.

“y/nn, from now on I plan to keep my singing career and my acting career strictly separate.” He believed he was capable of performing more demanding roles than he was getting, and to prepare himself, he still studied certain actors whom he admired, such as James Dean in Giant and Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront and The Wild One.

“But I keep getting offered the same musicals, same story lines,” he complained, “and they’re getting worse and worse.”

His biggest problem was that these films and their soundtrack albums were always huge hits.

Shaking off his serious mood, he grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, Baby, we’re goin’ shopping.” This was Matt’s way of making up for his outburst, but it took me a little while to get over it. Forcing an enthusiastic smile, I went along. I was beginning to understand how everyone’s mood played off Matt.

Taking Gene and Alan with us, we jumped into a waiting limo and rode around until Matt spotted a boutique where glamorous gowns made of sequins, lace, and frills graced the beautiful mannequins in the window. He called out to the driver, “Let’s stop here.”

Taking my hand, he led me inside, followed by the entire entourage, surely the most unlikely band of characters ever to invade an elegant dress shop. The salesgirl was speechless.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m Matt Sturniolo and we’re just looking around. Maybe you could show us something that might interest my little friend over there.”

They both looked over at me. The look on the clerk’s face told me we were thinking the same thing: These clothes were far too sophisticated for such a young girl. But when Matt saw something he liked, he didn’t think in terms of age. While the saleswoman went to the back to rummage around for whatever she had in sizes six and four, Matt was rifling through the racks, pulling out a number of dazzling creations, asking me which ones I liked.

“They’re all beautiful,” I said. “I just don’t know how I’d look in them.”

“You let me be the judge of that,” he said, winking at Gene, who mumbled one of his made up words. We all dissolved into fits of laughter that brought the shopgirl rushing back with a huge selection of dresses. Matt designated his preferences and said, “Try them on. And pick out any others you like.”

Thrilled, I chose a half-dozen gowns with matching shoes and headed for the dressing room. The salesgirl followed. Away from Matt’s eyes she treated me like a little kid, but I was so enchanted with the clothes that I didn’t care.

As I posed in front of the mirror in a long black jersey gown and a pair of gold highheeled sandals, I hardly recognized myself. I definitely appeared older, very sexy and very sophisticated.

As I stepped out of the dressing room, the salesgirl mumbled, “Not bad for a kid.” Matt took one look and said, “Hot damn, we’ll take it.”

We stayed for over two hours, while Matt bought me not only the black sheath, but also a midnight blue satin, several lovely silks and chiffons, and a beautiful baby-blue brocade gown, all accented by matching capes and bags and shoes.

When we left the shop we found a crowd had gathered. Matt glanced at Alan, who immediately disappeared. Then he gave a number of people his autograph, said goodbye, and Gene quickly led us through the back of the shop and out the door, where Alan was waiting with the car ready to take us to the hotel.

Back at our suite, Matt said, “I’m hungry. Nate, order me a steak, but make sure you tell them well done. What do you want, Honey?”

“Hell, M,” Matt said, “I always tell them well done.”

“Well, tell them again,” Matt shot back. “I’ll be goddamned if it doesn’t always come back half raw.”

To Matt, raw was slightly pink. Everyone specified “burnt” when ordering for him.

Matt turned to Alan and said, “Hog Ears” (he had pet names for all his employees), “make arrangements for Red Skelton’s midnight show, and see if there’s anyone in the hotel who can do y/nn hair and makeup.”

“Hair and makeup?” I said. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

It was long and y/hc, casually combed. But beyond feeling he didn’t like my hair, now I began to think he didn’t like my looks.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, honey. It’s just that this is Las Vegas. Everyone has their hair done. You need to apply more makeup around your eyes. Make them stand out more. They’re too plain naturally. I like a lot of makeup. It defines your features.”

Defines your features? At that time it made a lot of sense—and Matt knew best.

While we waited for dinner, Matt put one of his records on the stereo and sat next to me, singing along with his own voice on the record. In that moment I fell in love all over again. When he sang about lost love or a life lived out in grief and pain, he delivered the lyrics with such conviction that I’d feel the hurt. He’d been a fan of country music since long before it became popular and was always impressed by the raw emotion in those recordings.

After dinner we got ready for the evening. At Matt’s request, Armond, a hairdresser at the hotel, came in and spent nearly two hours creating my new look. He teased and twisted up my hair with one long curl falling in front of my left shoulder. Then he applied my makeup so heavily that you couldn’t tell if my eyes were black, blue, or black and blue. It was that look of the sixties, only more extreme. That was what Matt wanted.

When I put on my brand-new brocade gown, my transformation from an innocent sixteen-year-old to a sophisticated siren was complete. I looked like one of the lead dancers in the Folies-Bergère.

“Goddamn, what happened to Little y/nn,” Matt said when he saw me. “You look beautiful. Nate, come here. Look what I found.”

Nate walked in and did a double take.

“Sure doesn’t look like the same girl we met in Germany, wearing a sailor dress,” Nate said.

Everyone laughed, and we left to see Red Skelton’s midnight show.

We arrived just after the lights went down, and the maître d’, using a flashlight, quickly led us to our table. Matt always tried to arrive unnoticed so he wouldn’t distract attention from the headlining star. But word always spread throughout the audience that he was there and within a few seconds, the whispering would start and heads would turn.

At the end of a show Matt would try to exit just before the house lights went up, but on that night we didn’t make it. The lights came on and suddenly we were surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd of people pushing and shoving, hoping to get an autograph.

Being just under five foot five, I was engulfed in the crush and I began to feel faint. I reached out for Matt as I started to panic and said, “I can’t breathe. I have to get out.”

At first he grinned, then his look turned to concern as he saw my desperation. Still smiling and signing autographs, he said to Alan, “Get y/nn out quick. I’ll be along as soon as I can.”

Alan took one look at me, grabbed my hand, and pushed his way through the crowd, out of the hotel. Once in the fresh air, I regained my composure. From that experience I learned to scout out the exits whenever Matt and I entered a crowded room.

When we came out a few minutes later, like clockwork, the limo was waiting. We jumped in and sped off to the Sahara Hotel for my first adventure in gambling. Matt wasn’t a serious player—it didn’t matter if he won or lost. He played for the fun of it. A cigar jutting impressively from his mouth, a drink in one hand, and his eyes squinting suspiciously at the cards, he gave a flawless impersonation of Clark Gable as Rhett Butler. I sat proudly beside him, his very own Scarlett O’Hara.

I’d never played blackjack before, but after a few hands, Matt thought I had the hang of it. He handed me five hundred dollars and jokingly said, “You’re on your own, kid. What you win is yours, and what you lose  . . . well, we’ll have to discuss that later.”

I smiled and called for the dealer to include me in the game. I looked at my hand, counting on my fingers under the table. Nine plus eight is seventeen, then a five makes  . . .

“Twenty-one!” I shouted. Throwing down my cards, I looked over to Matt for his approval.

“Let’s see,” he said, slowly scooping up the cards. Squinting one eye, he counted them. Then, leaning over to me, he grinned and whispered, “Sorry, Baby. It’s twenty-two.”

I was so embarrassed that I excused myself and took refuge in the ladies’ room. When I gathered up the courage to return, I tried again, and luckily ended up winning two hundred dollars.

For the next two weeks, we slept during the day and played at night. If there was a show, we saw it; if there was a casino, we played it. To help me adapt to this fast-paced life-style and unusual hours I would join Matt and the others in taking amphetamines and sleeping pills. Despite whatever misgivings I had about pills, I took them. In order for me to keep up, they became essential.

I was adapting. My inhibitions were dropping away and I became more assertive, especially after taking the pills. I liked the feeling. Even though it was an escape from reality, we were in sync and to me I was fitting more into his world. We were learning all about each other and using this trip to make up for the two years we had been apart. Both of us were falling more in love—and avoiding any thought of the moment when we’d have to part again.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - long long chapter todayyy🎀