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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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Something completely unhinged with Euronymous please 😭 like the reader riding and overstimulating him until he's crying and his orgasms are dry 🥺

Safe a horse, ride your black metal boytoy 🤠

Deathcrush

Summary: Looks like Euronymous gets really sensitive when overstimulated.

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Bondage, Unprotected P In V, Overstimulation, Crying, Begging, Affectionate Degradation, Wax Play, Forced Orgasm, Implied Aftercare

A/N: Time to piss off some elitist, gatekeeping edgelords 😌🫡

Disclaimer - I want to make it abundantly clear that I am not writing about the real Øystein Aarseth. I am writing about the fictionalized version of Euronymus portrayed by sexyman Rory Culkin, please and thank you!

Tagging the gender neutral hoe squad:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @star-milk-tea @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl

"Ma'am, stop, please! Please, I'm begging you! I can't…", Euronymous whimpered into the candle-lit bedroom, "It's too much, please!"

His wrists pushed and pulled against black rope that you had used to carefully tie him up against the head of the bed frame.

The rope most certainly added a nice, aesthetic touch to the view in front of you. His pale, nearly chalk-white skin against the black forming a contrast pleasing to the eye as you sat on top of him, his achingly hard cock buried deep inside of you as you rolled your hips against his crotch.

"Oh, I think you can take more, sweety.", You didn't stop in your movements as you smiled down on him, droplets of sweat covering his forehead and his eyes practically pleading unto you, "You've been so good for me so far and you don't want to upset me, do you, Euronymous?"

"No, of course not, Ma'am. But.." His raspy voice broke as you clenched down around him, making him twitch involuntarily.

"But what, baby, huh? Use your words." You teased with slightly arched brows.

"It's too much, please. I just need a little break, pretty please!" He pressed out of trembling lips.

"A little break, hm? Is my little fucktoy feeling sore? Worn out from Ma'am riding you all night long, yeah?" For a few thrusts, you picked up the pace, waiting for him to answer.

"Yeah, yes, fuck, Ma'am, please! Just a little break!" He mewled, almost unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Okay, granted. A small, little break you shall have…" With that you halted in your movements, a devilish grin spreading across your face, because you'd certainly give him his break but only on your conditions.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Ma'am." Euronymous gasped, his chest heaving up and down with every raggedy breath.

"Of course, baby. What kind of Ma'am would I be if I wasn't listening and taking good care of my property, hm?", You let the palm of your hand wander over his defined chest, nails scratching softly, playfully, "You know I really like your chest, don't you? It's so pretty but I think we could make it even more beautiful."

Withholding a laugh, you watched his brows furrow in confusion, his facial expression turning from sheer overstimulation to questioning.

"C-could we?" He looked at you with widening eyes.

"Oh, yeah! Let's just take this candle right here…", You leaned to the side to grab one of the many candles from the nightstand and let it hoover above his chest, "And let's add some color to that nice, soft skin of yours."

With a carefully watching gaze, you tilted the red candle gently until little drops of melted wax tripped over the edge right onto his chest.

Euronymous hissed upon impact, the liquid turning back into a solid on his skin.

"Oh, that's pretty! You know, I'm feeling a bit inspired right now…" You grinned to yourself as you slowly started to drip the wax in the rough shape of an upside down pentagram onto him.

With each droplet he squirmed and squealed underneath you, actively moving himself inside of you again.

"That's not fair…" Euronymous whined, his eyes fluttering shut as the pain from the hot wax and the ongoing overstimulation triggered every nerve to fire.

"You're moving now, baby. I'm just giving you that break you wanted to have so bad." Your tone saccharine-sweet as you talked down on him like that.

"No, no, you're making me!" He sniffled, the first hot, few tears of helplessness gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. That's your needy cock thrusting into me right now and deep down you know that you just need to cum for me again." You taunted him in a soft tone.

"N-no!", His voice was sore and shaky as you continued to drip wax onto his chest, "I can't…I can't cum again, please."

"Nuh-uh.", You shushed, "We both know that you can, babe."

After you finished your burgundy red work of art on his body, you placed the candle back onto the nightstand. Resting on top of him, your cunt provocatively clenching and throbbing around his cock, you attentively watched heavy tears roll down the sides of his face as an avalanche of gibberish spilled out of his mouth.

"No, no, please, no. I can't do this, no, please. I'm so sore, Ma'am, please. I can't cum again, please. There's nothing left, I-" He sobbed under his breath as you picked up the pace again, rolling and rocking your hips against his lap, his cock thrusting into you in languid strokes.

"But why are you so fucking hard for me then, huh? Filling me up like the good fucktoy you are." It left your mouth in a low moan, as the tip of his cock stroked and nudged against that sensitive spot inside of you.

"I don't know, I don't…I can't…" Euronymous' voice cracked again, his entire body turning rigid beneath you.

"See? Just let go…cum for me, babe." You encouraged, trying to push him over the threshold for the 4th time tonight.

"It feels so good but hurts…" He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth in a whiny groan, surrendering to you milking him dry yet again.

With a guttural cry, he arched his back from the mattress, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of you as you pulled another orgasm from him. Moaning and whining, he squirmed, pushing against the restraints until you slowly stopped moving.

"I'm so proud of you, babe.", You leaned down to press a long kiss to his quivering lips "I love my perfect, little fucktoy so much. I'm going to untie you now and you'll get all the praise you deserve!"

#rory culkin #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous × you #euronymous x reader #mayhem #deathcrush

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shady-the-simp · 9 months

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Hi, could you please do a masterlist but with the nsfw audios? thank you for your service

Of course, bruv! didn’t even think of it till now…

AUDIO MASTERLIST!

All audios under this are NSFW (they’re literally audio porn)

Rory Culkin characters:

Charlie Walker 1 2 3

Jack Thurlowe 1

Danny Cooper 1 2 3

Clyde (Electrick Children) 1

Gabriel (2014) 1

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felixcatton · 9 months

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lorelai gilmore and logan huntzberger are the same character in different fonts and once you realize that, you also realize that logan is indeed not the luke to rory's lorelai, but instead, logan is the lorelai to rory's luke. in this essay i will

#i mean i do think there's also room to argue that there's no real reason to think that logan ISN'T ~rory's luke~ but i like this better #in you jump i jump jack luke makes his first entry into the world of wealth in which lorelai grew up. it's the same ep where rory meets #the life & death brigade...#logan has angry grandparents and forceful meddling parents that he has spent his life running from #logan and lorelai make impulsive decisions. they rebel. they avoid commitment in romantic relationships #until they are suddenly giving marriage related ultimatums #in the s6 finale when lorelai gives luke the ultimatum he says 'i can't just JUMP like that'#when logan proposes to rory he asks her to jump with him. she can't jump with him.#anyway i'm feeling normal about it don't worry #gilmore girls #rogan #javajunkie

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not-with-you-but-of-you · 6 months

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If there was one more dance I'd want to go to in my whole life, it would be the Stars Hollow High prom. I'm getting tickets this week.

#narrator: he would not in fact be getting tickets that week #literati #rory gilmore #jess mariano #rory x jess #jess x rory #gilmore girls #literatiedit #rorygilmoreedit #jessmarianoedit #gilmoregirlsedit #my gifs #*#look at her little happy face #she was so excited to go to prom with him #and his I’m-so-in-love-with-you-I’d-do-anything-you-asked face #yeah it doesn’t matter that the car I worked my ass off for got stolen #cause I’ve got you so everything’s fine <3 #:(

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josibunn · 23 days

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quickies with jack, anyone?

jack thurlow loves quickies. he wants you all the fucking time. he’s the guy where you in your natural state turns him on. seeing you in the morning right when you wake up, boom morning wood. hell, just domesticity with you excites him. you’re in the kitchen and he’s watching from the distance, arms crossed and head titled. “the hell are you lookin at me like that?” you eye him with a smile as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “just..so beautiful baby. so beautiful.” he whispers into your neck, and before you know it he’s sucking on your neck and digging his fingers deep in you. “jack—the food,” you mewl, though you push back on his fingers, asking for more. he mumbled a short “fuck it well order in,” before holding you closer and digging into you deeper, making you moan out.

jack thurlow loves quickies. he loooves when you deliver his lunch to him at work. it’s such a nice day out, you come in wearing a little sundress all dolled up, bright smile ready to see your hardworking husband. he almost can’t stand how worked up you make him, because you come in so innocently and he’s ready to devour you at his little cubicle. he’s got you in the backseat of his car, broad fuckin daylight, you on your back with your legs clutching his sides. “y’so fuckin nasty,” you whimper, your dress hiked up as he fucks into you with need, eyes never leaving you. “someone’s gonna see you,” you say quietly trying to contain yourself but he always hits it so fucking right. “don’t care baby, can’t let you leave without gettin a taste, fuck,” is all he says before continuing grinding his cock into you, windows beyond fogged up.

jack thurlow loves quickies. he absolutely loves watching you get ready in the morning. on the rare days he’s actually off he still wakes up in the morning to spend the morning with you, watching you get all dolled up in your little office wear, pencil skirt and your cute little blouse, making you breakfast. he’s on the edge of the bed watching you get ready, hard dick poking his pajamas as he watches you apply lipstick. “you gonna be ok all by yourself?” you joke as he comes from behind you, hand rubbing down to your ass as he watches you from the mirror. “think i’ll manage. how much time you got baby?” he asks and you already know what he’s insinuating as he speaks into your neck, placing light kisses on your jaw. “not enough jack,” you whine, though you feel yourself giving in already when he pulls you back on him and grinds his cock against you. “i’ll drive you it’s ok, i’ll be quick promise,” he says, and before you can form a rebuttal he’s hiking your skirt up and rubbing your clit.

jack thurlow loves quickies. he also loves when you initiate it. you guys go on a little date, give yourselves a break from work and go see a little movie. the theatres relatively empty and you start cuddling against him, rubbing his leg higher and higher, causing him to hold you closer, rubbing your back. he only starts paying attention to you when you start to kiss him cheek, whispering a sweet “I love you,” to him, grabbing his dick through his joggers, causing him to buck up to your touch, leaning into your kiss a little as he looks at you. “love you too mama,” he says softly, his breath picking up when you move from stroking him through his pants to stuffing your hand down his pants, making him wince. “yeah?” he breaths before you capture him in a kiss, “you’re nastyy baby,” he smiles before holding your cheek and kissing back as you continue on.

jack thurlow loves quickies. babyboy will allow you to fuck yourself on him anywhere you please. pregnant reader anyone? you’re a few months swoll, wanting to be comfortable as possible so all you’re in is long skirts and slip on dresses and maybe some sandals. you guys get caught up in a little get together party situation, and you’re having a great time until you’re just..hit with a dire need for your boyfriend. you’re holding your stomach when he comes back with two solo cups, smiling at you. “gotta stay hydrated. you ok baby?” he watches your eyes go big as they bounce around his body. his abs that poked through his tight black shirt, his arms, his beautiful hair to his pretty smile casted to you. you sigh through your nose, feeling your panties dampen and nod. “can..can we go somehwere private?” you whisper. he jumps to worse case immediately, “something wrong? are you hot?” he’s holding your stomach and crouching a little to your eye level. “no just..needa be alone with you for a sec..” you say, and next thing he knows he’s leaned back on his elbows, pants pulled down to his knees as u sink down on his cock, dress hiked over your swoll belly and hands planted on his firm chest, trying your best not to moan too loud. his brows bunch together as his mouth falls open silently, head throw. back to the ceiling. “fuck mama yer’ so damn wet,” he’s quiet, almost shaky as you bounce on his cock eagerly. he’s got a hand on your hip, trying to keep you from hurting yourself, having power over you even on bottom. “look so good daddy, just needed you so bad,,” you sniffle, bunching up his shirt as you mewl n moan quietly. “you got it baby, take what you need,” he pats your ass softly before you kiss him on the lips softly. :3

guys I have real fics otw I swear…..don’t leave me🙏🏽💔💔 just got a lot goin on but i’ll bounce back!! euro, kap, and a third secret guy otw!!🤗🤍

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sorry I post so late I finish these at like 1 am lolz😭

#this is filler and i’m sorry but all my current asks/fics are mostly full length #so bare with me :)#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack thurlow prompt #jack goes home smut #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow #jack thurlow smut

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icarus-star · 16 days

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hi hi helloooo i saw ur reqs were back open and i am just here to ask for the dirtiest thing in ur mind that you can come up with for chris. literally no plot, no subject, i cant come up with anything else i just want dirty sex w him ,, thank you in advance :3

champagne & sunshine. | chris kenton ♥︎

cw: floor sex!! shower sex!! desperate sex!! that sexy kind of sex!! 69, standing doggy style?? also kind of implied squirting. fem!reader.

you lay on the floor with chris attacking your neck with little kisses, his hand already touching on you underneath your shirt. earlier, he had asked you to come over to study for a chemistry test, so... you weren't exactly not doing that, right?

"you're so pretty.." he muttered as he nuzzled his nose against your skin, his left hand darting up to your breast as he squeezed it lightly, catching your nipple between his index and thumb. you let out a soft whine at the pinch, your own hands still buried in chris's hair.

chris giggled, slipping your shirt off for you, beginning to pepper your chest with kisses, sucking softly at times as well. "mm, chris, please~" you moaned breathlessly, slumping against the side of chris's bed as the two of you sat on the floor. you pawed at chris's sweatpants, yanking them off of him, causing his hard cock to pop out and smack against his lower belly.

you giggled at the sound, jerking him off for a moment before asking; "do you have any condoms?" even though you knew he did. he nodded briefly before sliding the drawer to his bedside tables open, scanning for the condoms he was looking for. "ultra ribbed", "bareback", "double ecstasy", "strawberry flavored" -- "strawberry flavored"!

he took out one of the wrapped condoms from the box, ripping through the thin material to get to the latex which it held. he rolled it onto his hard cock, looking up at you afterwards. "suck me off?" he asked quickly with soft blue puppy dog eyes.

you grinned, pushing him to lay on the floor as you climbed on top of him. your face was right in front of his cock, and his face was now right in front of your pussy. he knew just what you wanted. he groaned quietly as you licked teasingly slow stripes along his shaft.

while you worked on his dick, chris slowly began licking your cunt. he slid his tongue in, slipping it out to suck on your sensitive clit. he knew he was doing good when you moaned around his dick, and the vibrations of that made him accidentally buck up and push deeper into your mouth, nearing your throat.

as nearly his whole cock was in your mouth, you tasted the flavor of fake strawberries on the condom, it was sweet and only made you want to take his entire length more. you choked and gagged as he slid down your throat. every little noise you made reverberated through chris's dick, making him moan into your cunt.

"y'taste so fuckin' good..~" he moaned, slurping at your arousal, his nose nudging into your pussy. you grinded against his face, practically suffocating him with your sex, but it only made him hornier. chris's hips subconsciously bucked up and down, forcing his cock in and out of your throat. before he could cum at all, you pulled away. with your fingers, you pulled the condom off of his dick, absentmindedly tossing it into the little trash can underneath his desk.

"wanna swallow your cum," you mumbled before returning to slobbering all over his throbbing dick. and you did exactly what you wanted. his tip erupted with that familiar clear-ish sticky substance, it poured into your mouth, and you felt as the heat melted down your throat.

chris's whines and moans where muffled by your pussy as he continued to sloppily eat your out, his mouth on every single sensitive part of you. "feels s'fuckin' good, wan'you to cum f'me..." he mumbled out, though it was beyond incoherent. his brain seemed more fucked out than his body, considering how good his tongue was fucking you.

he kept a good rhythm with his tongue going in and out, and your clit pressed against his chin. it was just enough. with a loud moan, you came all over chris's face. "fuuuckk! fuckfuckfuck!!" you spouted as you came down from your high, panting as you got off of chris.

he sat up, smiling at your weakened physical state. all from just his mouth. "i'll go start the shower." he said softly, moving some of your hair out of your face.

moments after you heard the pattering noise of the shower, you made your way to the bathroom. you noticed chris trying to find the perfect temperature of the water, one that you both can enjoy being in. he noticed you and turned his head. "feel any better?" he giggled.

you rolled your eyes, stepping into the shower with chris. you let out a soft moan as you felt the warm water pouring over your skin, though it was all cut short by chris interrupting you. "you're hoggin' the water. :(" he sighed, hugging you from behind so that he could get space underneath the showerhead.

"chriiissss~" you whined, now feeling the heat of his body against yours. before anymore words could be exchanged, you felt something.. hard pushing against your lower back. "chris.." you repeat, a much less playful tone in your voice.

nervously, chris swallowed back. "sorry, um, you're just.. so pretty right now.." he stammered, his hand placed on your hip. but he was right. you looked good like this. your body shined from the water and your hair was wet, he couldn't help feeling what he did.

you smiled, you knew that he felt bad, but you knew that he probably wants to fuck you real bad right now. you leaned you head back, resting it on his shoulder as you began to grind your ass against his dick. chris let out a small gasp, having not expected this from you.

he placed both of his hands on your hips, accepting this dirty gesture from you. "fuck..." he said in a mere whisper as he watched you. "please.. i needa fuck you.." he whispered into your ear.

you caught him in a messy kiss, allowing him to slip his dick into your pussy in the process. he let out a low groan, his mouth open just enough for you to slide your tongue in. he thrusted sloppily, lost in the messy kiss.

chris kept one of his hand's on your hips, pushing your front side against the cold tile wall in the shower. his other hand played with your clit, trying different patterns until he found the one that would often make you moan the loudest. the sound of skin clapping and water falling down on the floor was all that each of you could hear, along with the moans that were ripped from either one of you with each thrust.

chris became lazier as he felt himself coming to his climax, and he wanted you to join. he rubbed your clit in fast circles, leaving wet kisses down your neck. "cum with me? please fuckin' cum with me, baby..~" he muttered, coming undone. the begging and praise took a hold of you, you felt your legs shake as chris filled you up. you came just a moment after him, crying out obscenities as you felt every sensation at once.

#this is not rushed i just don't know how to properly end a story 😞#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #chris kenton #twelve 2010 #asks #request

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teddypickerry · 10 days

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biggest crime of gg was not rory stealing the boat, not emily talking on her phone while driving, NO. it was teasing us with this little waist AND NEVER SHOWING IT.

#his baggy ass jeans were NOT helpful #one out of five stars #why are you so small jess #slutty little guy with a slutty little waist #how did rory never do anything with him #gilmore girls #jess mariano #gilmore girls asks #teddypickerry

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madb0nes · 4 months

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castofffish ..

fish frankie and kiddos

#art #fanart #castoff webcomic #arianna #vector #rori #marina #castoff fish au #don't ask why........idk.........#castoff fixation goes wild

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sadtrashking · 2 months

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cucurucho and the product of his lust

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #digital art #drawing #qsmp #qsmp fanart #cucurucho #tubborucho ex au #flops #flops tubborucho ex au #hold baby like hotdog #tubbo ask if flops is doing good while he works and this is what he gets sent back #rory does shit

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icedteaffee · 2 years

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What's your top 3 favorite movies? Mine are Into the Spiderverse for animated, The Princess Bride for a feel good film, and Alien for Sigourney Weaver! You don't have to pick the same categories I did, but I'm interested in your response

Oooh, I love your movie choices as well!!! I love all of those films, too!

Okay, I have to name more than 3 because it took me a minute to take them all into consideration. But my top favorite movies have to be Turning Red, The Little Princess, The Princess Diaries, Kill Bill, Coraline, and The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

#i love action sci fi and horror too but i think i have a soft spot for movies i can relate to or that are good tear jerkers #ask rory #:3 aaaaaa tysm for the ask!!!!#deadpoetlynn

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todaysbird · 6 months

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Stop! This is a robbery!

Give us all the photos of your dog that you have!

THE GIRL!

#asks #Rory dog

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 7 months

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I know you wrote for Kappa/Euro. Hear me out.. could you write for Euro/Dead from lords of chaos? No one writes for jack kilmer and it drives me insane‼️😭

Pure Fucking Armaggedon

Summary: In the midst of a heavy night of partying with the Black Circle, you crave your boyfriend's attention but just like so often lately, he's very much not interested, leading you to meet your needs somewhere else…

Pairing: Dead x fem!Reader x Euronymous

Word Count: ~3.7k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Talk About Depression/Mental Illness, Talk About Self-Harm, Very Angsty, Hurt/Comfort...ish, Alcohol, Smoking, Cheating…But With A Twist, Fingering, Unprotected P In V, Creampie, Pet Names

A/N: Hi, anonnie! Thank you very much for this ask <3 Before everybody jumps into my inbox about Jack Kilmer: Please don’t, okay? He’s not tickling my brain like Rory does and I’d hate to let y’all down by having requests sitting in my inbox collecting dust 🖤 However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having a lot of fun writing this chaos!

Massive thanks to @spookyorchid for endlessly entertaining my rambles and inspiring me!

Disclaimer: This is solely based on the characters depicted in Lords Of Chaos!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

Could you stomach it anymore

Could you stand to be a breath away

Can you feel the way your face distorts

Did you think that it could be this way

- Stomach It By Crywolf

Your upper lip twitched a little as your gaze darted right into your boyfriend's chestnut-coloured eyes. In a rather stark contrast to yours, Pelle's expression was indifferent whilst he stared back at you, face smeared with a now gray amalgamation of once black and white corpse paint.

"Sorry…" He muttered, his voice lacking the depth and sympathy to really sell his point.

"No…it's, it's okay, really. It makes no sense to pressure yourself when you're not in the mood, no." You shrugged your shoulders at him, very much meaning what you said whilst you still felt that massive rock of repeated disappointment settling down in your stomach.

"I'm gonna go grab another beer then…can I get you something?" Pelle shook his head lightly.

"No, but thanks. I think I should just go to sleep now." The Swede with the long blonde hair allowed himself to slump deeper down into the old, worn out sofa, crossing his arms in front of his chest and with that not just verbally but also physically blocking you out.

"Nighty then…" You mumbled, turning away from your boyfriend to hide just how hard you fought to keep your composure.

Neither the heavy leather jacket, the edgy metal studs and spikes all over nor your trusty Darkthrone shirt hugging your torso were able to shield you from the emotional hurt raging inside of you. It's been months since Pelle last touched or so much as kissed you on the mouth. You knew just fine that something wasn't alright with him, that he was going through an episode again and the last thing you intended on doing was putting any blame for that on him but fuck was it challenging you this time. It didn't go past you how the I love you's had become more and more scarce, how he turned his back to you at night whilst you stared at the ceiling hoping for the oncoming episode to wash over him in a few, swift weeks but his current black hole of depression was unlike anything before. You hardly recognised your boyfriend anymore and felt like nothing but an accessory to the whole band persona he'd put up to cover up how much he was actually hurting on the inside.

To not come off as a soft, little crybaby to everybody else, you stifled your breath and wiped the emerging gush of tears from your lower lash line as fast as you could before making your way out to the densely crowded yard again. Empty bottles of beer lined the way whilst partially smoked-up cigarettes laid scattered all over, the heavy smell of a raging bonfire filled the crisp night breeze. Whilst almost violently looking to the ground to avoid anybody seeing you being about to burst into tears, you rushed to one of the cooling boxes to grab a beer or preferably something stronger. A sense of recklessness washed through you as you dug a deeply green, still halfway full glass bottle from the cooler. Jägermeister would serve you just fine right now.

Armed with the strong booze, you went right back into the house, hiding yourself away from all the action to simply get drunk in peace and solitude.

"Ugh…" Your whole body quivered as the herbal liquor shot down your throat, drenching your mouth in its bitter taste.

Right after the sensation eased up a little, you chased the first swig with a second, deeper one, the alcohol burning its way through your stomach before you'd even reached the corner of the house that could be described as a guest room to slump down on an array of dusty mattresses. With the intense warmth of heavy liquor washing through your body, you curled yourself up, shoving an old pillow underneath your head and before you really realized it, vagrant, quiet tears trickled from the corners of your eyes, pooling at the tear duct to eventually swap over the bridge of your nose. If you were honest with yourself, you felt sick of it, sick of being ignored and pushed away but at the same time you just couldn't bring yourself to point the finger at Per. He simply didn't choose this way of being and feeling yet it felt like he wasn't even trying anymore…which, again, would just be another symptom. You sighed in defeat before treating yourself to another numbing mouthful of booze.

Allowing the tears to just run down your face at their very own pace, you simply wanted to get drunk as fast as possible but even that wouldn't be granted to you, a gentle knock on the slightly ajar door pulling you from your thoughts.

"Huh?" You muttered, sitting up straight again and wiping the wetness from your cheeks.

"Hey…are you okay?" The familiar voice belonging to Øystein asked.

His head peaked through the open door, a messy bunch of black hair framing his face in wavy strands.

"Saw you rushing through the yard and thought checking up on you wouldn't hurt…" He slid his lean statue through the small opening, stepping towards you before crouching down to meet your gaze.

"See? That's part of the problem…you, you care and Pelle just…he just sits there." The words blubbered out of you in an uncontrolled rush accompanied by a new surge of hot tears.

"Hey now…", Euronymous quickly sat down, tucking the frizzy hair behind his ears, "What's going on, hm?"

"I'm so sick of this shit, Øystein… I can't help him, I can't fix him and he just pushes me away time and time again. I'm so done with this bullshit." It practically gushed out of your mouth in a poorly choked-back wail.

"There's a whole horde of people out there, Euro, yet I feel so terribly fucking lonely all the time. Everybody's cheering for Mayhem and for Dead, going on about how fucking cool and true he is for what he's doing to himself on stage but you know what?", You tried to stifle your shaky breaths, "It's not cool. None of it. It's actually fucking terrifying…and it's me who's got to stitch him back to gether every damn time."

With every one of your words, Øystein's eyes widened a little more, partly in understanding about just how much his friend was dragging you through but also in plain sympathy for you.

"Come'ere, yeah? C'mon…if it helps you can squeeze me as hard as you want to, okay?" Euronymous spread both his arms, inviting you in for a tight hug.

Not wasting a second thought on it, you leaned in, wrapping your shaking hands around his shoulders to squeeze and press as tightly as you could.

"There you go…that's it, right there." Euronymous encouraged you, the palms of his broad hands resting at the back of your head to soothe you with gentle pets and strokes.

"I wish I could help you but none of us really gets through to him anymore…I'm so sorry." Øystein sighed into the curve of your neck, the tip of his nose almost touching the cold, black leather of your jacket.

"I don't even know what's going on with him anymore. Everything is just so terribly wrong and I don't know how much longer I can do this shit, Euro, I really don't." You sniffled, inevitably having the vastly different scent of Euronymous right in front of you sneaking up into your nostrils.

Unlike Pelle, he smelled like stale cigarette smoke, cheap aftershave and beer…maybe not exactly a crowd pleaser but you found comfort in it.

"It's okay. I don't judge you." He whispered to you in a soft tone and it threatened to break you apart from the inside.

"Thank you…", You croaked into his hair, your voice getting weaker with every letter, "I feel so shitty for thinking about it like that but…but I'm so goddamn tired. I-...I just wanna feel loved again."

"To remind you…there's a whole horde of people out there who love you." He tried to cheer you up but ultimately missed the point.

"Not…not like that. Ugh, I sound stupid…" You felt the need to take the words straight back and to just go with Øystein's attempt of calming you.

"No, you don't, seriously.", Euronymous led his fingers to get lost in your hair, fingertips softly stroking across your scalp down to the nape of your neck, "I can't imagine how you came up with enough energy to stay this long in the first place. We both know it's not his fault, neither is it yours or mine but we've all been watching you breaking away because of him. You're not smiling anymore, not screaming your lungs out at the gigs, you're barely even here anymore…he's eating you up."

"I can't just leave, Øystein…" You gradually loosened your death grip around his torso to lean back, your face wet with slowly subsiding tears.

"I know…all I'm saying is that it might be time to think about yourself a little more. It won't help anybody if you get lost in his chaos, too." Before you could raise your own hand to wipe the sleeve of your jacket across your face, Euronymous was already on it, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

Whilst taking a deep breath to steady yourself a bit more, the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. You followed how he slightly grinded his teeth together, jaws clenching, withholding something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Øystein?" You furrowed your brows a little, the feeling of something being violently off ebbing through your chest.

"I'm sorry…" That's all he offered to you before cupping your face with the full length of his palm and leaning in to press an anything but timid kiss to your trembling lips.

A part of you, the voice of reason within, practically screamed at you to pull away, to scurry back and to let this go down as nothing but an awkward, boozy, little slip-up, but you didn't move by just an inch as the pungent taste of smoked cigarettes and cheap beer swept into your mouth alongside Euronymous' daring tongue. You simply let it happen, allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and intoxicate you with the dangerously addictive feeling of being wanted, desired by someone.

"Fuck…" You groaned into the nearly bruising kiss, hands reaching out to claw at his utterly worn out Venom shirt to pull him closer to you.

Catching the notion that he had dared to make the right move at the right time, Øystein's palm left your face, both hands roaming over your back down to your ass to simply scoop you into his lap, your legs wrapping themselves around the cold of his bullet-shell belt as the hem of your washed-out, gray denim skirt rode up generously over your fishnet-stocking covered thighs.

"I got you…just hold on to me." Euronymous muttered, trying to catch his breath a little whilst his fingers dug themselves into the curve of your behind, causing you to whine out as you arched your hips impossibly close towards his crotch.

The aching need to feel just something again practically pulsed through every nerve ending and every muscle, pulling you into his tight grasp and for your hands to slip under the soft fabric of his shirt, skin against skin leaving you to crave more. Whilst one of his hands left it's place cupping your ass to hurry down between your bodies, awkwardly fumbling with the buckle of his belt before almost violently pulling down the zipper, a short but heavy pang of guilt jolted through your ribcage, nearly causing you to flinch on the spot. Nothing about this situation at hand was right or somehow, in some crooked way, justifiable to you and yet you made not a single move to stop any of it from happening. You didn’t grasp for Øystein's hand as it hushed from his unzipped pants amidst your legs, the sound of your tights tearing and ripping thundering in your ears, right before curious fingertips brushed over thin lace panties, no. The only reaction it pulled from your body was a needy moan.

"Right there, yeah?" You heard the smirk in his tone without even needing to see it.

Nodding softly, you placed your mouth back onto his, teeth teasingly grazing over his bottom lip.

"Bet that feels even better, babe." At first you didn't know what struck you harder, the endearing pet name or Euronymous' fingers snaking past your slip, dipping right into your soaked folds to draw achingly slow circles around your entrance.

"Please…" You hummed into the kiss, your forehead leaning against his.

"Please, what?", He inquired, fingertips prodding and nudging against your cunt, "Want me to fill you up, no? Such a greedy little thing."

You choked back a whine as Øystein withdrew his hand from your slip to shove the fabric to the side, fingers freeing his rock-hard cock from the confines of his shorts right before thrusting into you with a precise rock of his hips against yours.

"Oh, fuck…" Your moan got lost in his mouth, the delicious feeling of being stretched out so harshly rippling through you.

"How long has it been, huh?" He pushed, drilling himself into you until it threatened to hurt.

"I dunno…four months, maybe five." You couldn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut, the burning heat of arousal and shame creeping into your face in equal parts.

"Yeesh, couldn't leave a girl like you untouched for that long." Euronymous huffed, his other hand steadying your posture with his palm flat against your back as he started rolling his hips, practically bouncing you on his cock.

With your entire body flush with the sensation of Øystein spearheading into you in a firm pace, the last bit of your coherent brain busy muffling and holding back desperate mewls and whimpers, you rendered completely oblivious to what was happening around you…unlike the black-haired guitarist. From the very corner of his eyes, Øystein's attention got pulled towards the semi-open door, the old, wooden floor in front of it creaking treacherously. Just by the way a well familiar pair of thoroughly worn out combat boots barely peaked across the lines of the door frame, he knew that the both of you had been caught right in the act but he didn't so much as even bother to stop from guiding you up and down his throbbing hard on.

"You at least got yourself off here and there, no?" You shook your head.

"Didn't feel right. I- I just hoped things would get back to normal…" You groaned, the sensation of Euronymous' cock stroking over that extra sensitive spot inside of you sending cold, little shivers down your spine.

"Oh, love, then I better make sure to give it to you better than Per ever could…lazy fucker." Øystein scoffed more to his friend and singer hiding next to the door frame than to you but you didn't take any notice of that, your senses way too busy with just keeping it together.

For a moment, Øystein felt actual and very real rage gushing through him. Anger towards his friend for being such an oblivious prick regarding the suffering and all-round neglect he was dragging you through. It was a terribly self-righteous emotion, that he knew for sure, however, he couldn't help himself but to let it fuel the way he rutted into you, burying himself as deep as possible inside of your wet pussy.

The rather morbid thing both of you failed to take notice of was what Dead was doing hidden away in the shadows of the hallway, the crushing humiliation not only going straight to his heart but to his awfully throbbing cock as well, the bitter-sweet masochistic rush leading him to palm himself through his trousers whilst biting down on his fist to not let just one singular sound escape from his twitching lips. The Swede was shamelessly jerking himself off to you getting railed by his closest friend.

"Gonna take good care of you, babe." Øystein groaned in a lust-riddled tone, both of his hands now closing down around your hips to hammer your form onto his cock with every jut and snap of his hips.

It had you bashfully nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, the cigarette smoke soaked leather of his jacked cold against your cheek, whilst you still clawed at his sides underneath his shirt.

Your fingers dug into his skin as you felt your walls starting to flutter and contract around Øystein's hard on, the first crushing jolts of your pent-up orgasm rippling through your body, senses being sent into blissful overdrive.

"Good girl…fuck, pulling me in so hard now, huh?" Euronymous' voice cracked and eventually faltered just like the rolls of his lap against yours.

"Issok…", He talked you through your release, shoving himself balls deep into your spasming cunt before flooding your insides with white-hot ropes of his seed, a guttural groan ripping itself free from the depths of his lungs, "Just let yourself go. I gotchu."

The earth-shattering sensation of all the pent-up sexual desperation mixed in with shame and crushing guilt washing through your system had you biting down on his leather-clad shoulder, a fresh surge of tears threatening to swap over your lower lash line at any second.

"Aw, shit." A sore croak from outside the room led both of you to turn your heads so suddenly that it nearly gave you whiplash.

"The fuck?!" You shrieked out, practically jumping from Øystein's lap whilst he was equally busy with tucking himself back in and getting off the mattress.

"I got this!" Euronymous tried to calm you, awkwardly stumbling away from you before tearing the door open and vanishing into the dark hallway.

For a split second your overworked synapses tried to get a vague grasp on what was going down. Feet were hammering down stairs, noisy commotion erupted from inside the house before the sound of shattering glass and incomprehensible screaming and shouting filled the yard.

"Oh fuck no…" You huffed under your breath, wobbly legs nearly giving out as you tried to pull yourself from the mattress.

As soon as you stood upright again, you felt Øystein's load oozing out of you, soaking the flimsy fabric of your slip with every step you took. You dreaded the scenario that was unfolding outside because the yelling didn't seem to die down but much rather escalate further.

"You fucking traitor!" Pelle's raspy voice cut through the night air, hitting you as soon as you slid out the front door.

"Fucking traitor?!", Øystein spat right back whilst your eyes scanned the scenery anxiously, "You're the spineless loser, Per!"

"You fucked my girlfriend, Øystein!" Dead yelled and with his words you noticed Metallion and Jan Axel staring right at you, nothing but drunk confusion washing over their faces.

"And you pathetic fuck got off to it!" Euronymous had to duck down to dodge an empty beer bottle being sent his way.

"You what?!" You directed the question right at your boyfriend before you noticed a tell-tale damp and soaked-through spot right around his zipper.

"Yes, please tell her how you stood outside the room jerking off to your girl breaking down in front of me, Per!" Your bewildered stare rushed towards Øystein now.

"Huh? You…you saw him or what now?!?" The guitarist shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Jan Axel tried to intervene but both Per and Øystein shushed him almost simultaneously.

"You shut the fuck up!" Pelle sneered, looking like he was about ready to throw one of the plenty empty bottles of beer after his drummer too.

"No.", You huffed, wrapping your leather jacket around your torso to shield you from the creeping cold, "He actually got a point, because…what the hell?!"

"Pumpkin, I can explain, I promise." Per raised his hands in a soothing manner but you didn't feel like having any of it.

"Don't you dare sweet-talk me now, Pelle! You've been pushing me away for months but…you get off to, well, this?" You indirectly confirmed all that had been happening between Øystein and you.

"No. Just no. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this shit. I'm not even remotely drunk enough to deal with this shitshow right now." To undoubtedly cement your point, you took a few swift steps toward Øystein who was looking at you with wide eyes as you fished for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, drawing one for yourself before deliberately putting it to your lips.

"Yes, I fucked Øystein.", You threw your hands into the air after lighting the cigarette, "Maybe I should've done that much sooner, who knows?"

The last sentence was solely aimed to hurt Per as much as he had hurt you.

"Fucking hell, I'm so sick of all this dysfunctional shit…", You just shook your head before heading back inside, "Better none of you disrupt the date I have with a piss-warm bottle of Jägermeister now or you fucking bet I'll cut your dick off!"

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