#eurory prompt

[josibunn]

“All mine, right?”

fem!Reader x possessive!Euronymous ^_^

Warning!!! This is NOT about the real, teen girl edge lord Euronymous. This is about Rory Culkin’s portrayal of him in Lords of Chaos, because he just looks too scrumptious :)

heavy(?) smut, euronymous being so mean, noticing Varg trying to flirty with you, making him blow up on you, you getting the bigger first :( hitting (spanking, slapping), fingering, orgasm denial, name-calling (slut, dirty girl, dirty pussy, sir, pretty thing, good girl etc.), dacryphilia&breeding if you squint, use of ‘pussy’, semi-public sex, you’re in his office, a bit fluffy in the end :33

a/n: my first fic here! reposts r really appreciated :3 minors dni

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you sat pretty on the couch of Øysteins band den, a drink in hand. You were here to support him since he just released his newest album with his band, but he was hosting a party, so he was nowhere to be seen.

he knew this wasn’t your usual scene, you didn’t really know anybody but his band mates, but he told you it'd be fun, and he needed you there. that’s what drew you in, he was never really affectionate with you, always keeping up his edgy, dark hearted attitude. so when he said it you knew he meant it.

you messed with your skirt you wore for him, you stuck out too, probably the only outlier here. pretty in pink with your cute little purse, skirt and cropped shirt, which so happened to be his merch. he loved it, and he loved how opposite you two looked when you went out.

and everyone knew you were his, I mean, he never expressed that you were his girlfriend to anyone that wasn’t you or his family, but everyone knew. you followed him around like a puppy, and he wasn’t one for pda, but you always held the sleeve of his leather to keep up with him.

he was possessive. you could feel yourself getting wetter as you reminisced, making you rub your thighs together. there would be times where he’d go off on someone for talking to you, and then you for giving them the time of day. he was obsessed with you. he couldn’t help it.

he especially didn’t want you talking to his band mates. It’s not that he thought you’d cheat on him, god no. but he knew why they acted how they acted around you, he hated it. a pretty, dolled up thing like you? they can’t be civil, making crude jokes at you when you turned your back or left the room, it made him clench his jaw.

so when he slipped through the crowd of people in his den, seeing Varg suddenly sitting closely next to you, whispering something in your ear, he thought back to all the times Varg had said he’d take you from him straight to his face, talking about the nasty, awful things he’d do to you if you were his. Euronymous never told you about the things they said about you, he just told you to stay away from them.

Varg always said it was a joke, but they both knew it wasn’t. and Euronymous could see it now that he wasn’t joking as he watched his hand trail up your thigh. he finished his beer before throwing it to the ground, standing tall in front of you two.

you felt relieved, you never liked Varg, he made you uneasy, especially with the way he was touching you just now before Euronymous showed up. even then his hand was still going higher, rubbing your flesh in circles, making you blush uncomfortably.

“hi baby,” you sighed softly, thankful he was here to save you. but he looked at you with a nasty glare, a look he only gave you when he was really angry. What’d I do? You thought.

“the fuck are you doing??” he pulled you up by your arm and next to him, and you didn’t know if he was talking to you or Varg.

“we were just talking, she looked bored.” said Varg, Euronymous gripping your arm more tightly now. “oh yeah? talking, with your hand up her fuckin’ skirt? do you think I’m fuckin’ stupid??” he called him something as he walked off with you, dragging you through the crowd.

“we-we really we’re just talking, I swear.” you plead your case, seeing and feeling just how angry he was as he pushed through people.

“i bet you were, so what were you talking about? with Christian?” He threw you onto the floor of his office, making you land on your knees. you whimpered at the sting of hitting the floor, standing yourself to the best of your abilities.

“I..I don’t know he was just talking, I wasn’t even paying attention, I swear. I-i was waiting for you, I didn’t do anything..” you propped yourself up on his desk, watching him take off his jacket, throwing it onto his couch and walked you behind his desk, moving the chair. He scanned your body, watching you fiddle with your shirt nervously.

“turn around.” he demanded, and you wasted no time, facing the door as you waited for his next command or move, but it was quiet.

before you could look back he bent you over by the back of your neck, his boot kicking your legs open with ease. “it just had to be Christian, huh? what, you fucking like him or something? is he better than me??”

“no! n-no, he just came up to me, I didn’t know what to do,” you frowned, he bent you further onto the desk as you looked back at him, hoping he could see some truth in your pouty, scared face as he hiked your skirt up.

he didn’t care, though. he was only focused on that wet spot pooling in your panties, it only made him angrier, his jaw clenching and his brows raising slightly. “you’re a dirty fuckin’ girl, you know that?” he slapped your ass, making you yelp.

“does getting touched by another man turn you on? huh slut?” he rubbed where your wetness pooled, making you snatch back your breath and let out a tiny moan, pushing back onto his thick fingers.

“n-no baby it wasn’t like tha-” “so now you’re lyin’ to me? you’re fuckin’ soaking.” you heard the snap of the delicate panties you wore before feeling him throw them down to the ground, pushing a finger into you quickly.

“Euronymous!” you moaned out, fingertips gripping his desk and your lips perched against one of the stack of papers on his desk. “were you hoping he’d do this to you? sneak you off somewhere, fuck you in the bathroom? my bathroom?” he shoved his other finger into you, making you choke out a moan at the stretch.

in all honesty the thought alone made you cringe, you didn’t know why he was acting like this over Varg, you’d expressed many times about how he grossed you out.

“dirty fuckin’ pussy,” he watched you suck him in, moaning and clenching around him as he drilled his fingers into you, your slick coating his fingers. “you don’t even know what he’d do to you, do you? he’d treat you like a real whore, he wouldn’t even think about being as nice as I’m being.” he pulled you back up, biting and sucking on your neck, his other hand pulling up your shirt and grabbing at your nipple.

“doesn’t even know how to handle a pretty thing like you, wouldn’t know how to make this pussy feel as good as I do.” he huffed, teeth grazing your jaw, and he could tell you were close in the way your moans got airier, the way you grabbed onto his wrist and the way you bounced back onto his fingers, even though you knew you couldn’t take the overstimulation you got when you did.

your legs shook as you moaned out, throwing your head back against his chest, mumbling curses as you felt your release creep onto you. “he probably wouldn’t even make you cum,” he pulled his fingers out and pushed you back onto the desk. “like that.”

you gasped and whined, feeling your release fade away. “Euronymous! Øystein, baby, please,” you whined, grinding on his jeans, feeling his bulge pressing against your wet heat. “please I-I wanna cum, wan’ you to make me cum,” you pleaded, but he held your back down, stopping your grinding.

“oh now you want me? thought you were all wet for Christian,” he taunted, watching at how your ass wriggled under his grip, trying to find some relief again, a small smirk on his face.

“no baby, no, just you, jus’ you I promise,” you slurred, looking back at him, and this time he kept the eye contact, his eyes low and his head tilted slightly. “just me?” he repeated with faux sympathy, still pressing down on your back.

you nodded, “only you Øystein, not him, never, please baby please..” you whimpered, spreading your legs further. he groaned, seeing your pretty, soaking pussy on display for him like that, begging him to be used, claimed.

“you promise?” he smirked, unlatching his belt quickly, pulling his pants down to his knees. you gasp, nodding frantically. “yes! yes I-I promise, I promise,” you watched his dick spring free from his boxers, god you loved how pretty it was. he had a nice great length on him, probably why he was so short, girthy, beautiful bulging veins and a pretty red mushroom tip oozing with pre cum as he held it at the base, teasing your hole that clenched around air, waiting for him.

you gasped when he pushed his tip in you, holding you down so you wouldn’t push back on him like you usually would. no, he wanted you to work for it, even though he knew he couldn’t resist you in your needy, whiny state for too long. he was already over his breaking point. “you gonna be my good girl?” he cooed, sliding his tip in and out teasingly, hearing you gasp and moan each time he glided out.

“uh huh, yes sir I-i’ll be good for you,” you nodded, swallowing back the drool pooling in your mouth. “you’re all mine, right? not that poser?”

“no, never, never ever. m’all yours Øystein-aah!!” he pushed all of himself in you with one smooth glide, the stretch of his cock making you let out an almost pornographic moan, arching your ass up to him, his hands still holding your back down, gliding down your hips.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, bowing his head as he gripped your hips, his thumbs making deeper imprints on your back dimples. Euronymous was never one to be slow and gentle, but he’d usually give you time to adjust to his size.

he didn’t do that this time, no :( he wasted no time, slamming his hips into yours recklessly, each blow hitting deep inside you, making you moan out, your face flushed hot at how loud you were being. anyone that walked by could definitely hear how much of slut he’s making of you. if anything, the thought got you wetter.

“that’s right baby, all mine, huh, pretty girl?” he huffed, pulling you further back onto him, hitting even deeper, knocking wind right out of you. your moans toppled each others, though you knew you were much louder.

he grunted and pulled you up against his chest, his right hand snaked around your neck. you yelped when he smacked you across the face, “baby. m’talkin’ to you.”

“s-sorry, m’sorry,” you apologized quickly, and god he loved when you got like this, all cock drunk and sloppy, barely able to hold yourself up, your legs shaking under him as he fucked you remorselessly, so eager to cum. it just sent him more and more over his own edge.

“yes, yes i’m all yours, only you—f-fuck—baby all yours, yoursyoursyours,” you fucked back, trying to messily match his thrusts as your orgasm approached, sharp whines and moans leaving your mouth. the paperwork on his desk was long discarded because of how rough he had been with you, Euronymous grunting above you, bending you back over with your head pressed against the desk, angling his thrusts to hit that spongy spot that always had you falling apart under him.

“that’s it baby, who do you fuckin’ belong to? huh?” he slapped your ass again, definitely leaving marks to pair with the other bruises on your body.

“you, all you Eur-ah-onymous, only yours I swEar,” your voice cracked as you moaned brokenly, hiccuping and sobbing with each deep thrust.

“yeah you fuckin.do.” he groaned, punctuating his words with a sharp deep thrust, making you cry out. and then the damn broke. your orgasm ran you over as he abused your sweet, spongy spot, your moans high pitched and airy.

nobody knew your body like he did, and he wanted to you know that, remember that, just in case something like earlier happened again. “oh fuck baby, o-oh! oh!!” you moaned, gripping the desk, clenching down on him.

he groaned, “I know baby, I know. you still think anyone could make you feel as good as this?” he grunted, though he knew you couldn’t pay attention as you shook below him.

he listened to your sobs, they egged him on, fucked up his rhythm, making his thrusts sloppy and unkept as he grew closer, digging his nails into your skin. “that’s it baby, cum on this fucking dick,” he leaned over, toying with your clit, drawing fat circles.

you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you almost forgot where you were as you squirted all over his floor and thighs, pornographic moans flying off your tongue as you squirmed under him, trying to collect yourself but he just kept toying with you, overstimulating you, pushing you over your limit.

he knew you couldn’t handle it when he played with you like this, but he loved hearing you cry, as nasty as it was. “Øystein it-it’s too much, too much!” you’d cry, cheeks puffy and stained, lips swollen, tears sitting pretty on your lashes, and he revelled in it.

“fuck baby, gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else, no one’s gonna have you,” he gripped your body as he chased his release, fucking you faster, his eyes glued to where your bodies connected, watching you suck him in each time, the squelching of your fluids and your own moans flying through his head.

“all mine, all mine, you got that? not his, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck,” he kept slamming into you before you felt the hot ropes of cum shoot into you, shaky whimpers being heard from above you, his breath heavy as he tried to calm himself down with you.

he sighed, rubbing a hand down your back affectionately. “talk to me, you ok?” he whispered, pulling out of you gently, trying not to hurt you. you whined, feeling empty as he watched the globs of cum seep out of you. you nodded, flipping on your back, your legs open on the side of him as he put himself away.

“you were so good, my good, good girl,” he kissed your face and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the corners of your mouth, making you smile weakly. “you’re not gonna talk to him anymore, yeah? I know you didn’t mean to make me angry,” he cooed, rubbing your back.

you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “that’s my girl, sit tight,” he grabbed a old shirt and your underwear off the floor, realizing he ripped it. he cleaned you up and slid your underwear back on, tying the side that was ripped until you guys could get home for a new pair, he promised to replace them anyway.

to your surprise he walked out holding you close, his hand around your arm, people coming up to him asking where he was, and you know you two smelt like hot sex and sweat, but he didn’t seem to care, eyeing everyone down that looked at you.

a/n: i’m so sorry that was so long!! I got so carried away, but you guys don’t put in for R!euronymous like you should bc he’s SOOOOO hot!! but thank u for reading :3 dm for tag list or moots <;33

#euronymous smut #rory culkin smut #rory culkin #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #x black reader #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

you guys won’t BELIEVE who won the poll! jk I knew you guys would pick euro :3 I love writing for him!

nsfw R!Euronymous hcs!!

tl: @vanlisbon @cc-luvrr @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @u1traer0tic @auggiethecreator

euronymous who didn’t know how to give head until he met you. like, at all. he didn’t even lie to you, he just told you straight up. and being the hood gf you are, you taught him :3. he was being so good for you, so eager to please, resting his head on your thigh with his hair pinned up, looking at you. you nod and watch him hover over your cunt, soft breath tickling you and making you clench around nothing. you’d already told him what felt good to you, but you just wanted to see if he’d listen. he was so excited hearing you moan under him, your back arching and thighs squeezing his head, which he quickly pulled back apart as he dug you out. and he got cocky FAST, giving you orgasm after orgasm until you were LITERALLYYYYY pulling him off, begging him to stop.

euronymous who always handles you after a gig, even though he’s so sleepy and worn out :(. he bear hugging you while your arms are wrapping around his shoulders, back arching off the bed and legs in the air. he’s plowing into you, hugging you making up stiff other than your lower half jerking violently, moaning out in his ear and for everyone in your tiny apartment building to hear. you were babbling, as he speaks in that sleepy, sore voice he always has after a show. you feel your third—no, fourth orgasm of the night since he’s came home. “they fuckin’ loved me, did you hear baby?” he breaths, knowing you can barely respond, he felt you clench, knowing you were close with him.

euronymous who just knows your body better than you do, he forbids you from masturbating and even throws out your toys because he knows you don’t need them, telling you “i’m everything you need.” he comes home catching you fingering yourself, sprawled out on the bed and your head thrown back, desperately trying to create the feeling he gave you many times before, but he was right, he did know your body best :(. he creeps into the room when he hears you from downstairs, whining and moaning. you expect him to be gone much longer but he left early to check up on you, and he’s glad he did. “baby,” he cooes and startles you, making you close your legs. “I was only gone for two hours, what happened?” he faux pouts, sitting next to you and rubbing your thighs. before you can even speak he’s tucking his hair behind his ears and digging you out with his tongue. you’re grateful, but you don’t know he’s gonna snatch orgasm and orgasm from you because you decided to disobey him :’(

euronymous who will fuck you anywhere. in the office, the den, the front counter, the van, backstage, anywhere. hell do it with people over. hell, he’s fucked you over a three four story hotel room balcony once, just because he can, and he knows how scared you get. you gasp, feeling his hand grab the back of your neck and push you further over the ledge, the cold breeze of the night hitting your face. you moan out when he starts pounding into you harder, pushing you further and you grab onto the ledge, fear shooting through you. “euronymous. —gasp—euronymous no! stop!” you moan, shutting your eyes and clenching down on him out of fear, and he groans. he loves it, he loves it so much. “cmon baby,” he lets out a throaty chuckle, “views so pretty, such a big city ain’t it?” he’s smirking, you can tell. you push back onto him to try and go back on the balcony, but it only sends you over the edge, your body falling weak against the railing. “cmon sugar, tighten up. let everyone know how fucking good I make you feel.”

euronymous who’s so loud when doing anything remotely sexual. whether it’s praise, degrading, moaning and groaning, he’s just so loud. and whenever you’re somehwere you’re not supposed to you two have to hold each others mouth shut bc best believe you’re the exact same. you’re at his parents. he’s supposed to be letting your mom show you his old band days, but you’re against his bathroom wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, rasping in your ear as you try n suppress your moans against his hand. can you blame him? you just look so so cute in your modest little sundress with teeny tiny flowers on it. his mom adored it, and øystein couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “fucking fuck baby, oh my god,” his eyes rolls back as he watched his cock disappear into you, he’s babbling, so worked up from just the sight of you. “don’t even know why you thought i’d keep ca—” you slap a hand over his mouth, hearing footsteps, moreso the clacking of heels. his eyes are locked on yours as he steadies his thrusts, trying to keep quiet.

that being said, euronymous with a praise kink. sometimes it’s not even sexual, it could be a “aww thank you baby!! you’re so good to me,” when he gets something you’ve been eyeing, but it’s usually when he’s deep inside you, knocking the fucking wind out of you and making you babble like a bitch in heat. you just do something to him, he can’t help it :(. “oh m’fucking god baby, hah, ahh baby,” you moan out, feeling him press against your tummy as you near your umpteenth orgasm of the night, eyes rolling back and mouth hung open, body limp and unable to hold him off even comprehend what he was doing anymore. “øystein, oh fuck it-it’s so good, so much I can’t take it,” you whine, back arching as you felt your legs shake. he’s quiet the whole time, taking in the mess he was making out of you. it drove him insane, each “baby i’m-i’m gonna cum!” just made him hornier for you, you had a love hate relationship with it.

euronymous who will fix that attitude you have anywhere, whether it be at a gig, alone, or out with people. and you’re just so nasty that of course it turns you on, making you all stupid and fuzzy. “hey, cmere.” he snaps his finger, he wasn’t asking anymore. you’d been so bratty at his big listening party, sassing him, rolling your eyes, pushing him away, it was embarrassing him in front of his circle, and he was fed up. you roll your eyes again and this time he grabs your cheeks harshly, making you whimper as he brought you behind the counter. “the fucks the matter with you, hm? been a bitch to me all night.” he asks but you just stare at him with that pout, arms crossed. he grabs your throat and slaps you across the face and thankfully, the music was loud enough for anyone to not hear. you gasp and hold onto his wrist, shutting your eyes for the next blow. “I asked you a question, what you don’t wanna listen to me? you don’t like me anymore?” you shake your head, “speak up, cmon.” “i do..” “then why’re your bein’ mean t’me, hm? where’s my good girl? it’s a big night for me.” hes talking to u in that voice that he knows makes you all crumbly and stupid, your head foggy and eyes glossy. he rubs your cheek before slapping you again, “i’m not gonna do it with you tonight. get it together, ok?” “y-yes..” “yes who, don’t play dumb with me. who’re you talkin’ to?” “yes daddy,” you say nervously, looking around to see if anyone was watching since he still had you by the neck. you rub your thighs together as he kisses your cheek, “good, there she is, cmon.”

I got a little carried away sorry😭 n sorry this was so late omg!! I have nails on and it’s so hard to type with them. I hope you enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah

#rory culkin #x black reader #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #euronymous #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

some soft R!Euronymous hcs :3

a/n: thank u sm for 100 followers omg :( ure all so sweet and I love writing, keep coming with asks! they’re so fun. here’s something sweet for my man

tl: @vanlisbon @cc-luvr @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror (there was another but the user didn’t come up, I think it was around u1traer0tic xx)

euronymous who ties your shoes for you, sure it embarrassed his circle everytime, but he didn’t care. he always had you covered. “hold on,” you go to bend down but he stops you with a short “I got it” before crouching and lifting your foot onto his jeans, tying them with a hum. “you’re fuckin’ whipped dude,” “this is so fuckin’ stupid” his band mates would say, but he’d snap at them as he got up, holding you tight on him before continuing leading his crew

euronymous who always makes you bundle up in cold weather, ignoring your pleas of “but my skirt” and “i’ll be fine it’s not that bad out”. “it’s 50 out there, get that fuckin jacket and that hat, go.” he’d tap your ass as you huff and walk past him, coming back out with a stomp in the gear he’d told you to get. “better?” you’d say snarkily, but he’d just zip your jacket and adjust your hat, kissing you between your brows with a smile, “better. cmon.”

euronymous who always brake checks his pals when he catches them staring, especially when you did something unknowingly provocative, like when you lean over the counter to get something and your skirt rides up, or when you walk around the den in a bra. “hey,” he whispers to hellhamer, snapping his fingers. “keep lookin’, i’ll rip your eyes out your fat face. turn the other fuckin’ way.” and he doesn’t correct you or tell you to put a bra on, he just discreetly fixes your skirt and let you go about your day

euronymous who, surprisingly, does the most for you after sex, especially after he goes too rough on you. bundling you up, making you something to eat, whole nine yards. “you gotta use that safe word if i’m too mean, ok?” he hands you your coke as he pulls you back on his chest, covering you in blankets as if you already didn’t have his sweater on. “you weren’t, I like when youre mean.” you kiss his cheek as he wraps his arms around you. “of course you do, but for real, let me know if it’s a lot. you know i’ll stop for you.” and he rests his head on yours as you watch whatever movie that’s playing.

euronymous who seats you on his lap when in that crowded fucking band van, a tight grip on your waste, sometimes tapping his fingers along to the music. he even wraps the seatbelt around you both, and you can’t help but giggle when you feel his boner underneath you because the bumpy road makes you bounce on him.

with that being said, euronymous who powers up for a gig with you, all jumpy and jittery as you bounce with him, telling him things like “you’re gonna look so fuckin cool,” “they’re gonna be looking all at you.” and he eats it the fuck up, all blushy under that corpse paint. “you’re gonna do so good baby,” you kiss his shoulder, not wanting to get any paint on your lips. “gonna do so good,” he whispers to himself, shaking his hands. “I look cool, yeah?” “of course, they’re gonna love you. all you.” his bandmate let’s you two know it’s time, and he kisses you, even though he knew how much you hated having the left over paint on you.

euronymous who can’t help but blush when you get all possesive over him, feeling you glare at him when he signs something for a few girls, them touching all on his arms and necklaces. and of course you weren’t gonna say anything in public, but he was in for it when you two got home. “you know it didn’t mean anything baby,” he laughs, shutting the door behind himself. “it’s funny? you think it’s fuckin funny??” you tap your foot, arms crossed. “no!” he continues to laugh, coming up to hug you but you push him away, going to the next room. “it’s just for the fans, I don’t love them I love you,” he follows you, watching you get undressed angrily. “of it was really like that you’d push them away, maybe tell them to fuck off for once, you love the fuckin’ attention don’t you!” you huff, spinning around to face him, but he’s just got that stupid grin on his face. “baby, cmon. they’re just some posers who want a little autograph from someone as big as me, you know I don’t care,” this time you let him hug you, planting soft kisses on your neck. “mm,” you hum, rolling your eyes. “you better tell them to fuck off next time,” and he does <;3.

I love love looovd himmmm :3. I love making him soft, and you guys always tell me I write him so good like DUHH he’s MY boyfriend🙄. its so funny i’m making him sweet when the next fic of him is literally so perverted and nasty😭. hope you enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #euronymous smut #lords of chaos smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #mayhem #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

you’re the only one euro let’s punk him.

you’re such a angry, bossy little thing, he loves it so bad. can get him rock hard sometimes. youre working at the counter and him and the band come in loud, and immediately you’re snapping at them.

“HEY.” you point, and when they jump and look towards you you’re glaring at them with glasses and a pen in your hand. “you see i’m studying. take that shit downstairs, and i’m not asking.” and they’re yes maaming you and hurrying downstairs.

he even lets you punk him in front of his friends, he doesn’t care. it’s so hot. “øystein, øystein,” you snapping your fingers at him while he sits on the couch. “I just cleaned up down here, don’t fuck it up already. this is your den, keep it clean. that means all of you, come get the shit up!” you point and hes on the floor before you could shift your weight. his friends hate it. “ronymous, be fuckin’ for real.” “dude, she’s got you on a leash.” to which he tells them off before he kisses your cheek and apologizes for the mess.

he caters to you when you’re bratty, “baby, sweetheart, what’s the issue? speak to me,” he cooes, hands cupping your cheeks but you just jerk away and recross your arms. had he been a little on edge he’d snatch you up and do something about your attitude, but everything’s been making you mad lately, so he was on his Ps and Qs.

or when you’re helping out with the band, fixing a string or breaking in drums and deep into what you’re doing. mrs. busybody (pretend you know how to do that shit lolz). he’s checking in on you from down in the den, “baby you want somethin to eat? im runnin to the deli,” he says sweetly, he knows not to bother you but he can’t help it, lord knows you probably haven’t eaten either.

“no.” “water? coke? a hoagie-” “no, øystein. leave me alone.” and you say it in a tone that has him pouting, but he just kisses your head and rubs your shoulder and makes a note to get you something, to which you brush off.

I love a simp sorry guys. it’s in my blood. send little drabbles nsfw or not idc :3

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

Sick n nasty.

hihi!! my minds been FILLED with euro, and how nasty he’d be with you. sick reader x euronymous, he won’t leave you alone bc he wants a kiss so he takes it. smut! obvi, super gross sorry, uhh lotsa praise, lovesick, pussy drunk euro, L bomb dropped and makes him go crazier :3 he just can’t resist you like this ): comment to be on a tag list and rq are always open!

there was a flu going around, almost everyone in the circle had caught it or just gotten over it. you caught it, but euronymous hasn’t. and as stupid as it is, he prides himself in being the last one standing.

“you still feelin’ bad baby?” he asked softly, coming into your shared room with a cup in hand. he had been taking care of you, even though you told him to stay away. he was feeding you, bathing you, helping you with your skincare, you felt like a granny in a nursing home, and he was your hot goth nurse.

“yeah,” you frown, “can you turn the air down? my toes are blue..” you wiggle your toes out of the blanket for him to see, and he chuckled.

“poor baby, don’t die on me,” he rubs your head as he sets the drink on the nightstand, wrapping you back up in the covers. you loved how affectionate he was being, you were bathing in it, even if it was because you were sick. I mean, sure, you were his girlfriend, and he treated you as such, but now you were his sick, helpless girlfriend. he couldn’t not be cute towards you, you were his stray sidewalk cat.

“i’m gonna make you some food, ok? need somethin’ hot on your stomach,” he rubbed your leg as he bent down to kiss you, but you turned your head, “no, you can’t.”

he pauses. “..why’s that?” “because i’m sick, and if you kiss me you’ll get sick too, and I don’t want you to feel like this,” you shook your head as he raised back up.

“i’ve been around you all day, i’ll be fine,” he leaned back down, but this time you held his face away, “Øystein, you can’t. you’re gonna get infected!” you kept pushing his face away as he tried to overpower you, holding your thighs. he was succeeding, your weak arms barely doing anything.

before he could put his lips on you you moved to the side on the bed, covering your face, making him sigh deeply, standing back up. “it’s for your own good Øystein,” you say from your hands.

“..i’m gonna make your soup, when I come back you better give me a fuckin’ kiss, sick or not,” you heard his feet run down the stairs and you sighed, whining knowing he wasn’t gonna let up.

you bundled yourself back up, matching whatever movie was on and sipping your tea he made. you were in his shirt and your panties with like, four blankets atop of you. he was being so caring, and it made you feel so warm. euronymous wasn’t the type to baby you, not in public at least, but it was like he was a totally different man.

you could hear him coming back up, “when I went to the store, the spaghetti noodles were black, because it’s fall or some shit. for the next few days we’re gonna have the metal-ist spaghetti ever,” he sat your soup and his coke on the little end table, and his enthusiasm made you giggle.

“thank you for takin’ care of me euronymous,” you smile, rubbing your puffy eyes. “if you’re gonna die, it’s gonna be from that suicide pact, not some fuckin’ flu.” he leaned in to kiss you again, but you held his cheeks away.

“Euronymous no!” you giggle. “you’re gonna get sick!” “[y/n], I don’t fucking care. gimme a goddamn kiss,” he puckered his lips, and you laughed again.

“it’s for your own good,” “I dont get sick! i’ve been around you for days and i’m fine,” he gritted his teeth, and then he grabbed you by your throat, making your breath hitch before he pulled you back and kissed you roughly, your legs falling limp. he knew you couldn’t resist him when he choked you.

you whine in the kiss, “Øystein..” your hand holds his wrist softly as he squeezes your throat, making you gasp and moan. “just one kiss baby,” he whispers, his hand holding your legs apart with a tight grip as he slid between them.

you felt yourself salivate, god you felt dirty, you were going against everything you just denied him, but you couldn’t help it, you loved how he manhandled you to his liking. the holding your legs apart, the choking, the forced kiss, the way he wouldn’t let you pull away, it made you braindead.

“open,” he commands, tapping your legs. you obey mindlessly, exposing yourself to him. your white cotton panties did nothing to hide your wet spot he’d created. “you’re so messy baby,” he chuckled lightly as he continues to kiss you, hand still on your throat as his lengthy fingers ran down your clothed pussy, rubbing you, making your legs jolt and you let out a tiny moan.

“ya’ think this pussys sick too, princess?” he coos, looking down into your eyes as he tugged off your panties, watching you shake your head dumbly. he loved you like this, so helpless n stupid, it brought out something primal in him.

“she’s so swollen n teary, think she needs a little home remedy, yeah?” he makes you look into his eyes as he slides a finger in, watching your eyes widen as you suck in a breath, letting out a loud moan soon after, a grin plastered on his face.

“you’re so nasty,” you sigh, mouth falling open with moans falling out as he slowly pumps his finger into you, his eyes low and lustrous. “so you don’t want my help? but she’s so under the weather, shame,” he stopped.

“no,” you shake your head, a hand on his shoulder, “n-no keep goin’, please,” you whimper, pulling his hand closer.

“that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he slipped his second finger into you, making you yelp and arch your back, bringing your legs higher as you watched him finger fuck you, his lip tucked between his teeth as he could feel his cock strain against his pajama pants, already making a mess of himself with all the precum that was leaking from him.

he watched your face, your mouth agape and your eyes shut, brows knit together as whine, hand holding the back of his neck and holding him closer. “you’re so, so pretty like this baby,” he smiles, you break him down to bits, everyone teases him for how soft you make him. he just can’t help it, you’re his princess, his baby.

“i’m all sick and gross,” you frown, your eyes foggy with lust as you looked into his eyes that were probably heart shaped, he was so whipped by you. “no, no you’re so pretty like this,” he scissored his fingers inside of you, and your eyes widened and rolled back along with your head, letting out a loud, drawn out moan, hands tightening on his skin.

“oh euronymous, øystein,” you moan, chest heaving. “fuck me. fuck me. please baby..” you whine desperately, lip pouty as you sniffled. his cock jumped at the sight, curling his fingers so they’d be in a bunny ear shape. you were already a nasty puddle of your own slick, chasing your release as you grinded lazily on his fingers.

“fuck you? but you’ll get me sick baby,” he taunted, pushing your chest softly to lay you on your back.

“euronymousss,” you whine, looking up at him as you rested on your elbows, and he chuckles at you, sitting up on his knees, pulling his hard dick out from behind his pajama pants, his tip red oozing for you.

“i’m kidding. don’t worry your pretty little head, ok? i’ll make you feel better,” he lulls you, rubbing his tip against your puffy clit and down your folds, gathering your wetness.

he almost slid in easily had he’d been so big, but as always his stretch knocked the wind out of you as he inches into you slowly. you let out a drawn, “ooooooh fuuck,” eyes closed and brows furrowed, head thrown back as you arched off the bed. he held your legs up by your thighs as he bottomed out, watching you engulf his size so well.

“always do it so good for me baby, so good,” he tilts his head as he watches your pussy clench around him, a small blushy smile on his face. “take it so well, even when you’re all sick and sloppy,” he leans down and kisses you, simultaneously pushing your legs further up and to your chest, sinking his cock deeper into you once his lips collided with yours, and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, holding his bare back and the back of his head.

he fucks you slowly, each deep stroke laced with love as he kissed you nastily, his tongue all in your mouth dancing with yours, spit covering your guys lips and around the mouth. you pull away for air, a string of drool connecting you two, breathing heavily as you look into his eyes, both of your eyes low and pupils blown, moaning and groaning into each others mouth. he was definitely getting sick after this.

“oh baby, ohh baby,” you moan shakily, a desperate look on your face as he nods, you didn’t even say anything and he understood, he knew how bad you wanted him, seeing as you two haven’t had sex since you got your bug. “I know princess, I promise,” he whispers, biting his lip.

you two were so close, your boobs pushed against his chest, your shirt being the only thing against each other. his nose bumped yours each time he rocked into you, and his hair was the only thing in your peripheral vision as it hung down. your love for each other was nauseating.

“you’re so good, s’good t’me,” you slur, mouth agape and your tongue slightly out. “love you, love you so much baby,” you moan, and the way he looked at you made your tummy flip.

“yeah? you love me baby?” he nodded, eyes steady on yours. “mhm, love you so much, so so much,” you smile, holding him closer.

he swallows hard, “fuck,” he ducks his head into your neck. “damn fuckin’ right you do.” he starts to slam deep into you, catching off guard, making you choke on your breath and moan loud and high, eyes widening.

“Øystein!” you moan out, nails digging into his back as he rams into you, abusing that sweet spot. “my baby loves me so much, yeah? loves me so much,” he mumbles in a breath, wrapping his arms around you and shoves you down onto his length to match his thrust, your body arching to his chest and your toes curling, legs falling limp as he fucks you stupid.

you’re barely able to moan, babbling nonsense as your orgasm runs through you, shaking around him and scratching down his back. “fucking deserves it, ain’t that right?” he breaths, knowing you can’t answer. “you fuckin’ deserve it, my pretty girl. good girl,” his lips smoosh against your shoulder, sort of drooling. he was on cloud nine, the only thing in his head being the repeating mantra of you telling you you love him.

“good fuckin’ girl, my girl, that loves me,” he says and groans loudly, squeezing his eyes. “baby, baby i’m gonna cum, oh you’re so fuckin’ good,” you moan, tears rolling down your cheek as you shake and squirm around him, euronymous not letting up his pace.

“mm, mmm yeah, cum baby. cum on this fucking cock, cock that you love,” you almost giggled at how he just kept repeating those words had you weren’t so overwhelmed with pleasure, squeezing him and lying your head onto his. “that’s it baby, yeah. so fuckin’ good for me.”

he lifts up and grabs your face, smashing his lips back onto yours, one of his elbows keeping him up on his side as he slams his hips into yours brutally, your moans high and broken as you try kiss back. “m’gonna fuck you up,” he rasps, kissing you hungrily as he moans, and you could tell he was close with the way his thrusts got harder and slower.

“gonna ruin you, my girl , loves me, fucking god,” he babbles as he pulls away, grabbing your legs and ramming into you a few good times before cumming hard into you, groaning shakily into your mouth.

you two huff n puff as you try n come down together, euronymous laying atop of you and holding you in his arms, mumbling against you as you hold him, eyes shut.

“hey.” he turns his head to look up at you. “you really love me?” he asks, cheeks pink and eyes wide. “mhm, love you so much.”

he nodded, blushing even more as he smiles sheepily, “I love you too,” he giggled like a girl, laying on your chest.

this is probably my fav one so far, so sweet I love making him sweet :3 I hope you enjoyed! also I hc R!euronymous walks around in pajamas with no underwear🤓☝🏽

#x black reader #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #mayhem #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

oh to be his controversially young rockstar gf :’(

#rory culkin #x black reader #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #I wanna sit on his lap and do his corpse paint :( #maybe even suck his dick #teehee #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

was actually me under the desk :3

#sucking him sloppy #massaging his balls #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

euro!rory who is just really fucking obsessed with eating his girl out like.. he’s starving, basically prying her legs open when she’s already came back to back but he’s not done yet ugh i need him so bad

sighh you guys know i love makin the boys eaters…🤭 I think eurory and jack are the biggest eater ever (imo), like I had a post where the first headcannon was how much euro loves eating his partner out, AND U TAUGHT HIM LIKE THAT BOY LOVES ITTTTT

he’s definitely a “i’m not finished, cmon lay back down,” guy. I think i’ve said this before but euro literally plays with it whenever he feels like. you’ll be sitting with him watching movie with your knees up to your chest all cuddled up next to him and he’ll just reach under you and start playin wit it, rubbing u through your shorts he literally doesn’t care!!

you guys could be behind the counter and he’d come up next to you and rub it from the back..he’s always on go ready to have you. he’s so nasty I need him :’(

he eats it like a starved dog TRULY. im talkin hair in a little stupid bun, hunched over, two fingers in and his other thumb playin with your clit. he loves suckin u up him and jack are the worlds best eaters!!!

you ask him to let up and he’s not budgin :( literlaly shaking n sweating n twitching under him, pulling out his hair like “fuck øystein please, gimme a sec I-I can’t take it,” you cry but he just keeps goin. his eyes are practically in the back of his head, he’s moaning and humping the bed and all idc. and then when he’s done you’re takin his dick like this man doesn’t get enough?!?

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

HIIIIIIIIIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUch!!! if ure too overwhelmed w other stuff ignore this but i had an idea for one where reader and euro are exes but they were like CRAZY about each other and didnt really separate on their own terms, and they see each other at a wedding a year later (no one in the black circle would take marriage seriously so euro’s kind of forced to go cause his cousin is the one getting married that reader is friends with too😭) euro never fell out of love and when they’re alone he kind of loses his shit cause he misses her insanely and tells her he hasnt been with anyone else since they broke up and it’s all pathetic and sweet and she’s the one who actually makes the first move and kisses him first which leads the craziest and neediest sex

firstly, AMAZING song choice babe, second, the hair up part? mwah. amazing beautiful perfect. thinking like a little girly ass claw clip with some strands out? aw yeah.

smut! a whole lot. very long, sorry. you guys have sex twice, missionary+ cowgirl. oral on both parts, choking, biting, slapping (only during sex), arguing, you guys are kind of toxic. body worship, daddy kink, sort of dom/sub. you both are stupid crazy, super toxic. but you just love each other so much..so so much. and I made him super hot (with the help of my lovely anon ;3)

you saw your exs face everywhere. fliers, newspapers, his fucking van, shit, even your job had ads of him on the community board. and of course he did, he was fucking huge, took off with his music. but fuck, could you ever catch a break?

the answer to that was no, by the way. you couldn’t, because there he was standing before you. or so that’s what your gut told you as it flipped you inside out at the thought that the back of this stranger could’ve even had the possibility of being him. no, you thought to yourself. he never ties his hair up. never. especially with a fucking claw clip. and he never wears a suit, doesn’t even own a button down, where’d he even get a vest? he acts like a cave dweller unless he’s performing.

you snap out of your dissociative state as your friend shakes you a little, “what’re you looking at?” she asks, and you take a deep breath, turning your back to his, even if you were far away from each other. “is that him? did he turn around? see if that’s him.”

“wha-who??” she asks. “øystein, I think that’s him but i’m not sure, I got a real bad feeling,” you say, smoothing down your short dress, feeling uncomfortable and hot all of the sudden. “oh! oh, oh. you didn’t know he was coming..?” she whispered, and your eyes go wide. “what? no? what??” you look back, and ooh you see it, his side profile, it was definitely him, you’d recognize that nose anywhere, the one you sat on, rode, basically been inside you many times.

“what the fuck?? why didn’t anyone tell me??” you’re only so shook because it’d been almost five months since you’ve seen him, since you’ve broken up and gone no contact with each other. it was stupid but valid to say the least. you try and say you don’t remember but you remember it clear as day. for someone who doesn’t like groupies he sure has a lot of them!

a lot that crash at his den, in his things! a few that act as if they’re best fucking friends with him. one that tried taking your place every chance she got. and he always told you ‘they’re not mine, I don’t even fucking know them. they’re just sluts varg fucks and ducks.’ and you’d counter it with ‘then tell him to take them to his house!’ like what logic is that? and he just never seemed to care.

but after you found one, that same bleached blonde, mile long overgrown roots sleeping in his office, the one he always told you to not worry about, with his jacket, you were through. you made a scene in his store actually, because you’re fucking crazy of course. you got your shit from his place and didn’t give him a chance to see you, telling your manager to not let him in the store, warning your landlord, everything. you wanted to be through, not him though.

euronymous noticed you way before you noticed him though. he noticed you as soon as you came in, hand in hand with your gal pal and that smile he adored seeing. and fuck did you look good, your tiny white dress hugged every curve of yours so perfectly, every curve he used to run his tongue over and ravish. “holy fuck no way.” he whispered, jan axel catching him staring and his jaw dropping too. “no fucking way,” he says, but he’s amused, such a fun turn of events!

he already knew what type of timing euronymous was on. this was the same guy who would wait for you outside your job for weeks, followed you home, contacted all your friends to get them to plead his case, he wasn’t just gonna let you slip out of his fingers, this was the first time in months he’d been within 20 feet of you. he was going crazy, and seeing you awakened something in him, something primal.

he almost pounced, wanting to get on his knees, rip your legs open and eat you into liver failure the moment he laid eyes on you. “dude. dude I-..why the fuck is she here.” he asks, turning his back to you and facing his friend. “she knows the wife, they go way back of course she’s gonna be here. you gonna do somethin’?” jan says with a smile. “i’d be stupid not to, do you fucking see her? oh my god,” he’s rock hard as he think of how dolled up you are, and your voice that carries echos in his ears.

“later though, can’t do anything right now. she still hates me because of that shit with mArY,” he says in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes as he plants his hands in his pockets, thinking of how he could get you alone, but god knows it’d be awhile before that, the wedding hadn’t even started yet.

“are you gonna talk to him?” your friend asks you. “should I? I dunno, it’s been forever, but fuck he got so fine..” you look back again, admiring his biceps that damn near busted through his shirt. too small, of course. what a slut. “you only live once babe,” she shrugs as you swallow your punch, trying not to look at him. the thought of even being near him got you wet, you hated it, your body was acting against you, but truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted.

so he stole glances at you as did you, even as you guys got seated at tables, funnily enough you were..a table away from each other, and jan axel couldn’t stop fucking with him. “imagine how many dicks she’s taken since then. im thinkin like five, six?” “i’d fuckin’ kill em, that’s for sure. i’ll kill any guy that gets near her.” he says, watching you talk to some guy that was seated next to you, noticing your giggling as he sipped from his cup. and you caught it from the corner of your eye, glancing quickly before back to who you were talking to, nervousness flooding your system.

just his look alone has you reminiscing, you knew that look. jealously, he hated when guys flirted with you, hed put hands and feet on any guy that even walked your way and looked at you a certain way, and then he’d fuck you in some alley because he told you not to wear that slutty dress. fuck, I can’t do this.

… … …

so after the wedding, at the after party you stood with a drink, chatting it up with the bride you knew, congratulating her before you slipped out for a smoke, you were stressed out about him being here, wondering if he missed you, if he was thinking of you, if he found someone new.

you stood against your car as you smoked, “didn’t know you had people here,” you jump as he leans onto your car next to you, hands in his pockets. øystein.

“the bride is a childhood friend,” you tried to stay calm as you took a drag, “didn’t know you had people here either,” you look to the side. “grooms my cousin, parents said I had to go since they couldn’t make it.” he says calmly, and you internally roll your eyes, how is he so calm?

he pulls out a cig, grabbing your chin softly and pulling you forward before he connect his cig to yours, your brows furrowed with anger as he looks into your eyes before pulling away and blowing away from your face, looking to the side.

“you have a lot of fucking nerve,” he spits, and you scoff, fire igniting in you again. “I have nerve? are you joking right now??” “you come to my cousins wedding, for what?? support? after you fucking leave me?? don’t tell me you didn’t know I was gonna be here.”

“øystein, are you fucking with me? leave you?? you were cheating on me! and secondly you don’t even leave the fucking house, let alone go to shit like this!” “I wasn’t fucking cheating on you! god you’re still batshit insane,” he sighs, shaking his head and you almost laugh.

“so you mean to tell me that bitch was just resting in your leather, in your office?? what do you think I am!” you take a few steps out of anger. “I kicked her out right after you left! didn’t even know she was there until you said something, and I didn’t know she had my fucking jacket, y’psycho bitch.” he rolls his eyes.

“yknow what-that doesn’t even fucking matter to me anymore, it’s the principle, øystein, the fucking principle. you keep bitches around your place and then treat me like a dummy for fucking saying something.” “well if it makes you feel any better, I got my own place. I don’t talk to mary, and I don’t keep bitches around the shop. ok? o-fucking-kay?”

“whatever.” you scoff, taking a drag of your cig as you tap your heel. you guys cool off in silence, looking to the opposite sides. “you look good. beautiful.” he speaks first, and you almost smile. “I know. your hair got longer, and you look slutty.” you say, and he laughs, your heart thumping out of your chest.

“yeah i’ve heard that a lot, shirts too small, I didn’t try it on I just bought it. I look good slutty though, yknow it. I could say the same for you.”

you raise a brow. “I don’t look slutty.” you shrug, but he steps up to you. “you’re in a see through mini dress at a wedding with no fucking bra,” he’s in your face eye contact going crazy. “not only that but they’re poking through and it barely goes past your ass, you’re begging for it.” begging for me, he thinks.

you take a shuddery breath, trying to distance yourself from him by looking to the side. “they’re hard because it’s cold.” is all you say and he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“how many guys have you been with since you left me? jan said he’s heard about you.” you giggle, “heard about me?? i’ve..well if we’re getting technical, I haven’t been with anyone. just like seeing guys and shit.” “I didn't say technically, I said how many.” “like..three.”

his eyes widen, “three?? are you fucking serious??” he spits. “what’s the big deal?? we aren’t fucking together, øystein.” “did they fuck you? did you let them fuck you?” “maybe. I should be asking you that, god knows you’ve gained like thirty bodies.”

“I haven’t been with anyone. why would I? i’ve been trying to reach you for fucking months, you’ve got me blacklisted all over town.” he takes a drag before throwing his cig down. “..you haven’t been with anyone?” you ask softly, shocked. “no. I couldn’t, I can’t.” he shook his head. “but you’re just getting plowed by fuckin’ everyone, huh?”

you ignore his comment, “why can’t you?” “wha- why can’t i??” he throws his arms up and lets them fall, hitting his legs. “because I fucking love you, and I miss you, really fucking bad. the thought of even being with another woman makes my chest hurt.” he tries to keep up the angry act but his words are just needy and hurt as he looks into the distance at the reception.

“yeah?” you say, flicking yours down. “yeah. don’t want anyone else. don’t fuckin need anyone else. I miss you.” he sighs, and the desperation in his voice spreads to his face. “miss you more than anything, miss you in my clothes, my bed, I miss your voice I-I miss your laugh, been goin fuckin crazy. surprised I still have hair.” he chuckled, but you just look at him longingly as he continues.

“I love you man. I fuckin love you, and I didn’t mean for that shit to happen, but it won’t happen again, alright? just fucking..” he can’t find the words, “just come home. please baby, let me fix it,” he keeps rambling but you cut it short, smashing your lips onto his and grabbing his face. he moans in the kiss immediately, grabbing your body and holding it close to his.

he grips your ass as he backs you up to your car, trailing and pulling up your leg to his hip, grinding his bulge against you. you gasp in the kiss, and low moan following as you hold the back of his neck, whimpering at the feel of his lips reuniting with yours after so long.

he pulls away and you whine, searching for his lips again. “my van.” he says, and you gasp, “the van,” he grabs your hand and leads you to his car, the backseats already laid down as you climb in with him. he shuts the door and you climb on him, reconnecting lips as you grab at everything can, his arms, shoulder, head, you just want him.

he’s leaned against the window as he finds your pussy, rubbing you eagerly. you moan into the kiss, brows furrowing as he shakes his head. “yer’ so fuckin’ wet baby, missed this so bad, ydont even know,” he huffs as you pull away, scooting back and allowing him to pull your dress up as you unbuckle his pants and get them down, pulling out his hard cock. your heads fog over as you relieve each other of some much needed tension.

his dick is still just as pretty, being away from him for so long made it seem so much greater, thicker. you two eye each other as you stroke him, he’s biting his lip as he watched you scoot down, you ass in the air as you spit on the head of his cock, using the lubricant to speed up before you take him in his mouth and he hisses, throwing his head back and letting out a curse.

god, he missed how you’d deep throat him on the first run, your tongue out as you lick the underside of his cock. it always sent shivers down his spine and his head tipping back, lips parted as a soft shuddery moan leaves him. he’s desperate, you could edge him and he’d be satisfied, as long as it was you.

“ya’ always do me so good baby, fuckin’ perfect.” he breaths. you move fast, moaning each time his tip hits the back of your throat. hes caressing your head, cheeks red as he props his arm behind his head. fuck, he looked so fucking hot. his eyes were closed, so he didn’t see you watching him, but you always did when you went down him, and you’d be stupid not to now.

his hair falling out the clip slightly, making strands on his hair fall onto his chest and his face, and his arms flexed as he held it up to his ear and his chest huffed, they poked out of his shirt. fuck, had he been lifting? your eyes roll back as you lock your lips around his dick, bobbing your head hard. he groans loudly and his back arched upwards, his other hand grabbing at your hair.

“fuck baby,” he groans out, starting to shove you down himself, and you moan again with each hit to the back of your throat. he catches it, “you like it back there, huh? you miss it?” he nods, and with each hard shove of your head you’re nodding your head dumbly, eyes foggy and low with lust.

“fuckin’ know you did, knew you did.” he rasps, shoving you down quicker on him. he plants a foot on the seats and starts fu king into your mouth, he knows he can’t hold on for long, I mean, all he’s been doing for months is fucking his fist to pictures of you he’s kept, or clothes you left that he neglected to wash because he thought of it as you still being in them.

“baby, baby,” he moans desperately, lifting his shirt as your drool pools on his exposed thighs and dress pants. “missed this mouth so much, feel so fucking good baby.” he’s babbling. “been going fucking crazy,” he says but cuts himself off with a strained groan, his teeth clamped together as he cums in your mouth. you hold his arms as you watch is face come down, pulling off and swallowing.

“that was quick, m’sorry,” he pants as you sit up, catching your breath. “s’been awhile, I-I haven’t—” “honey it’s ok,” you say quickly before your lips are on him again, your arm wrapped around his neck. he holds you around his tricep inside of his elbow, you’re moaning in the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, mixed drool all over your guys face.

you reach down to stroke his already rehardening cock, and his breath hitches at the suddenness. you let go of his neck to pull your underwear to the side, repositioning yourself so you were hovering over his dick.

he gasps and pulls away when he feels his tip against your wet hole, eyes shooting open. “baby—gasp—baby,” he breaths, mouth agape. “slow down,” he warns, grabbing the undersides of your thighs to stop you and keep you up, and you whine. “slow down, yknow you can’t do that on your own.” he almost chuckled at how needy you were, grinning as he pants. “yes I can, cmon,” you beg.

“no, you can’t. when have you ever been able to take me on your own?” he sits up on his knees and lays you out on the seats, spreading your legs. “øystein, please,” you plead again, shutting yourself up with a moan as he licks a fat, long strip against your folds, using his fingers to spread your pussy open and take in your taste, groaning and his eyes rolling back.

“yes. yess.” you sigh shakily, back arching in his hands as he glides his hands from under your thighs to holding where the small of your back and hips met, thumbs pressing into your stomach. he’s devouring you quickly, and god have you missed it. sure, in the span of time you’ve been away from him youve had your fair share of eaters, but none of them did you how euronymous did. he ate at you like an animal, like he crafted you on his own just to break you down.

he loved eating you out, hearing your mewls and moans did something terrible to him, they egged him on. his tongue is so deep inside you that it’s hard to think. to breathe. you’re gasping for air as you hold his head down, grinding on his tongue like a dog in heat begging for some sweet relief to the sensation you could feel in your calves. he’s got your legs on his shoulders, you feel his nose bump against your clit each time you grinded on him, high moans leaving you, it was making him flip inside.

lips and tongue tangling themselves with spit as they circle all over you, open mouth kisses causing drool to pool over your cunt and his mouth. face filthy with you, eyes flickering up to catch how your teeth tug on your bottom and release when he bobs his tongue, your brows furrowing and your eyes squeezing shut.

“øystein!” you moan out, shaky gasps coming from you as he digs you out with devotion. “fuck me. pleeease fuck me baby fuck mE,” youre begging through moans, elbows burning as you slide off them and your back connects with the seats, brows hitting your hairline as you tip your head back.

and just when you think he’s had you, he holds your hips down as he slides his fingers in your throbbing cunt, sucking your clit sloppily, moaning to himself. you suck in a breath at the feeling, your legs falling wider as your back arched and you stammer, trying to find words but you sound so stupid it’s almost cute.

“oh god, baby,” you sound like you’re on the verge of tears you’re so desperate to feel his cock in you again, it was like he got better-the span of time lost from each other made you forget just how good he could please you. your lip is quivering as you grind down on his fingers that pump inside you, clawing at the seat fuzz. your moans fall off your tongue involuntarily, filling the van.

“how bad do you want it baby,” you hear from him. it’s low, almost a whisper. he hovers over your heat as he pumps his fingers into you faster, digging into you deeper. after you sputter he smiled against you, his head on your stomach as he watches you through his lashes, so, so cute.

“you’re not gonna listen to me, hm?” he says, it makes you shoot up, propping yourself on your elbows again. “no, nono, I want it, really bad. please baby please,” you whine, pulling him up. he’s grinning as he gets on his knees and meets your face; oh he’s soaking this in. his little crazy ass girlfriend, EX, begging him to fuck her? if he was told this three months ago he’d probably want to fight because he’d think you were fucking with him.

“really bad?” he cooes. “so bad.” you nod, “want you so bad, you look so fucking good and you feel so f-fucking good,” your voice cracks as you unbutton his vest and shirt, running your hands down his chiseled body.

his eyes are almost rolling back as he glided his tongue along his teeth, feeling you kiss his neck and up his jaw. “so fucking sexy,” you whisper before kissing him, it sets him off. he groans low as he kissed back, his tongue slipping past your lips as he pulls his fingers out and grabs hold of your thighs, pushing them up and wide, making you fall onto your back again.

your hands drape down his neck to his boobs as he stroked his leaking cock, “god m’gonna fuck you,” he breaths in your mouth as you caress his slutty little hips. he rubs his tip against your hole, and you gasp in the kiss, “gonna fuck you so fucking good.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you swiftly, and you moan out loudly, nails digging into his hips as he sinks deeper inside of your welcoming walls.

god, he’s stretching you open like no other, yet you’re pulling at his body for him to somehow sink deeper, even though you feel your thighs hit his body as he bottoms out. “you’re so fucking wet,” he whines, planking an arm by your head as he grabs onto your body, pushing your hips up as he moves into you slowly but hard and needy, his brows meeting in the middle as he breaths into the air, watching himself disappear into you.

“oh my god baby, oh my god,” you watch his strokes with him, holding his neck and simultaneously pulling him closer as he speeds up, still giving deep thrusts—your thighs are turning red with the way he’s hitting deep inside you. your breath is so labored, moans coming out as “uh, uh, uh,” as your chest heaved, your doey eyes coming to meet his, crumbling under his equally needy contact, light glimmering in them as his ears ring with your moans.

“fuck i missed you,” you sigh, holding his cheek now. his face sinks into your hand, brows furrowing as his eyes close, lips parted just slightly as he listens to you. “missed you so bad, y’feel so fucking good,” you whine watching his lip quiver. “we’re they better?” he whispers as his nose ghosts yours. your brows furrow in confusion, trying to register who he meant.

“the guys you were with.” he pants, “we’re they better? did they do you better?” he asks. your heart almost crumbles, you didn’t strike øystein to be the insecure type. “no baby, no,” you coo, and your hands reach up to the back of his head, holding him closer, his head in your neck now, and he’s almost whining as he gently presses the weight of his chest against yours.

“not at all, never ever, no one fucks me like you,” and you were telling the truth, he might not’ve been your first body but he was your best, and he fucks you with such love and devotion, like you’d been married for years on years. “you’re so good baby,” you praise, “they weren’t even fuckin close,” you say breathily, wrapping your arms around him tighter, feeling your knot grow. he always always knew how to find your sweet spot so quick, he knew your body like the back of his hand, even after all this time.

“they couldn’t make me cum, actually,” you giggle. “didn’t make you cum? all of em?” “no, n-no,” you whine, cringing at the memories. “not once. and they didn’t eat it like you,” your mouth parts in a silent moan as he rocks in you slowly, prodding that sweet spot in a way he knew drove you crazy, giving you little love taps that left you unsatisfied.

“they-..” you cut yourself with a whine as you legs latch onto his body, trying to push him deeper into you to prod that spot more, but he resisted, he wanted to hear all you had to say. “were so bad, didn’t know how to..find it like you do, or touch me like you do :(” “oh i bet,” he kisses your cheek softly as he watches you speak, and you could feel his eyes on you lovingly even though yours were closed.

“and they just-oh fuck me, please fuck me baby,” you sob, your back coming off the seat as you feel your orgasm approaching. he pouts out of love, she’s so cute. he can’t resist you, especially after being gone for so long. your chest is heaving as he wraps his arm under you and pulls you closer, digging in you and kissing your cervix just how you like it, making you moan out.

“oh fuck baby! fuck you remember, yes right there, don’t fucking stop s’right there,” you’re babbling, your nails digging in his back and the back of his head again, red lines marking the skin. he put his ear closed to your mouth, he loves how loud you can get when he’s balls deep in you like this, head absolutely vacant, latching onto him like a little koala.

“right here mama?” he taunts, “hm? y’gonna cum?” his lips are against your cheek as your mouth hangs open and you’re brows furrow, eyes shut as tears threaten to fall. he’s got you so hypnotized right now you can’t even moan, too focused on how fucking good he felt. “look at me n’ answer me baby, you know better.” he commands in a coo, cupping your cheeks and shaking you gently. he knew how stupid you got when he had you like this, you just needed the push.

“yes daddy, m’gonna cum, gonna fucking cum,” you whine as his brows shoot up, he didn’t think you’d call him that, let alone remember. he feels his balls tighten as he continues to listen to you, your doey eyes staring into his. “oh you’re such a good girl, my good girl, you missed daddy this bad?” hes pounding into you, cheeks pink as he rests his head in your neck, smiling.

“yes sir, couldn’t stop thinkin-yer’ so fucking good, fuck you’re so good, fuck, fuck?” you moan high with a voice crack as you squeeze your eyes shut, holding his head close to you as your nails redden his back, cute little streaks residing along his freckled frame (personal hc :3). he loved you like this, all dazed and confused because he was just making you feel so good you couldn’t comprehend it.

your eyes roll back as you let out loud shuddery moans, trying to catch your breath that you sobbed over as you squeeze his cock, your orgasm hitting you so hard you think you see stars. “my fucking god øystein, øystein! aw!!” you moan out, ducking your face near his ear, toes curling and calves shaking. “breath baby breath,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder, “I gotchu, yknow I gotchu, daddys gotcha.” he coos, holding your arching back.

“daddy m’cumming, fuck i’m cumming, don’t stop, keep going,” you cry out, hearing the plap plap plap as your slick coats his dick, a feeling you longed to feel again for months. “not stoppin sugar, trust that,” he pants, hands on the side of your head as he lifts up, head titled as he watched you grab his bare forearm, trying to ground yourself as he rocks you through a much needed orgasm.

“not fucking stoppin,” he repeats in a whisper, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty neck and forehead as he hovers over you, mouth agape in a pant as he scans your body, taking in everything’s he’s missed, from your stretch marks, to your little belly tramp stamp he loves, to your tiny fingers that always hold onto him so you don’t float off the earth, to your sweat stained neck.

“fuckin perfect,” he rasps. he runs the back of his hands down your cheek and your jaw, you whimper and lean into his touch as his knuckles kiss you before his finger moves down to your collarbone, tracing its shape before moving it up to your pretty neck, taping your throat slightly. he used to be your necklace, his huge, callused hands squeezing you and jerking you however he wanted, pulling you in for a kiss, or just holding you down when he fucks an attitude out of you.

he bits his lip harder and groans at the memory, brows furrowing in pleasure as he grabs your neck again, hearing you squeak and watching your lips part as you grab at his wrist weakly. his free hand is pushing down on your shoulder as he slams his cock in you, eyes low and fogged over. his cock jumps at your high and surprised moan if his name, head tilting as he looks at you like he’s in a trance.

“never gonna fuckin loose you again,” he moans, staring into your eyes. “never ever. my girl, my fucking girl.” his voice shakes a little and his eyes rolls back, head tipping back and face contorting as he feels his orgasm approach. “my god baby, my god, just so fuckin perfect for me, built for me,” he’s yapping on, straight babbling as he squeezes his neck.

“s’why no one else can make you cum. fuckin made you, ure mine, all mine, no one else’s, no one does you like me, n’no one does me like you,” he gasps, his abs tightening. “just us, babyboy,” you say softly, a small smile on your face as he sucks in a shuddery breath. “you baby, oh you, fucking you.” he moans, not even sure what he’s saying, he just…you do something to him.

“god im cumming, gonna fucking cum in you, yeah?” he breath before he lets out a breath, head shooting down to watch his cock continuously disappear in you as he cums in you, a shuddery breath leaving him each time he ruts into you. “only need you, love you so much,” he’s still rutting inside you as he leans down, his hand holding your head as he kisses you, and you both moan at the contact, your shaky hands coming up to hold his hot face.

he stills inside you as you continue to kiss, now laying on your sides as his cum leaks out of you. “baby,” you pant. “pull out.” you say, and you both share a little laughs as he pulls away, holding your leg and scooting out of you, sitting up on his side as he looks down at you, you two sharing little smiles. “please give me another chance, i’ll be better, swear.” he pants as you sit up, stretching.

“just..just one.” you sit on your feet as you rub his shoulders, “and I don’t wanna see that bitch, or any bitch at the shop again.” you say and he nods, fighting back a laugh. “yes ma’am.” he pecks your lips as you crawl into his lap, his hands immediately finding your body.

“did they really not make you cum?” he asks, making you giggle. “yeah, they were really bad. you know my body best.” you take his hair out of the clip, allowing it to fall dow. his shoulders and chest, biting your lip. “missed this so bad, you’re such a pretty girl.” you taunt. “jan called me a lesbian when I put the clip in, even though he’s the one who made me wear it. it’s itchy.” he says and makes you laugh, nodding.

“oh yeah, it’s cute but with a price, that’s just girl world.” you smile. your hands run down his arms, groping him. “n’ you got so big, you been workin’ out? who the fuck you tryna look good for?” “you.” he chuckles. “figured if you saw how good I looked you’d want me back, did it work?” he joked as he flex’s his right arm in the air.

“oh yeah, I love it. even more handsome, n’ your mustache is coming back,” you kiss around his mouth, “feel like a cat in heat. can’t stop starin.” you kiss him, which turns to making out again, “we’ve been gone for a minute,” he says, even though he feels himself reharden. “they’re probably wondering where we are.” he whispers, knowing you’re far from caring at this point.

“only been like-an hour,” you say back, “just one more time,” he say, and you’re sliding down onto his cock before he can register it, a breathy “oh my god” coming from him, his arms immediately latching around you again and bouncing you on his cock, stopping you and letting him manhandle you, bear hugging his body as your lips stay on his and your hands run through his hair.

he bites his lip at the contact and leans his body back onto the seat, hands tight around your hips as he rocks you on him, eyes coming to a close as your guys shared breath take up the silence of the car. all the windows are fogging again as you plant your hands on his abs, eyes scanning his body he worked so hard on.

“you’re fucking perfect, øystein.” you correct and watch his face contort as he whines, cheeks going pink. “did it for you, everything’s for you,” he pants, thumbs caressing your stomach. “you look so beautiful right now, just like this, missed being on top,” you ramble, and you know he’s sinking into this feelings.

“fucking hate everyone but you. kay? you’re all mine.” you breath, your sudden possessiveness has his head fogging over, so flustered he’s wanting to hide his redding face. “all mine, I was stupid, okay? I said it, I just fucking love you, n’i can’t let anyone have you. ever, never ever, ever.” he nods, biting his lip as his chest puffs with eaxh breath.

“my beautiful boyfriend, so fucking handsome. used to wanna rip my hair out when i’d hear bitches talk about you, especially that mary girl.” you rasp, bowing your head in embarrassment as your hands creep up his collarbone. he bites his lip, “keep goin baby, let it out.” “and..fuck she eye fucked you all the time, always touching you, don’t know how you didn’t know..” you whimper.

you lean down and reconnect his lips, pulling his hair back which makes him moan, holding you close. although it wasn’t the time nor place to get so vulnerable, this had been eating you for months. “doesn’t matter though, cuz you’re all fuckin’ mine. yeah daddy? answer me, ya belong to me right?”

he nods, “all yours sugar, don’t worry. god you’re gonna make me cum sweetness, keep going,” he sighs, throwing his head back, his nails digging into your hip. “sweet thing, sweetest girl in the world, make me fuckin’ cum, lemme have it, let daddy have it.” he breathes, chest heaving.

“cum in me baby, cum for me, fuckin deserve it. look at you, sexiest thing in the world, huh?” you smile, hearing him strain a groan as he continues to shove you down on his length. “give it to me daddy, make me yours again,” and with that he’s groaning out, that sends him over. heavy pants echoing the van as he holds you close to his chest and turns you on the side again as he fills you up once more, mouth open as he pants and you smile up at him, caressing his cheek.

“make me yours again.” replays in his head before he opens his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “that was so quick, m’sorry, but you got me so worked up..” he shakes his head. “s’ok honey, we..we do gotta get back though.” you frown, and so does he as he pulls out and sits up with you, kissing your sweaty forhead.

… … …

bonus!

you and øystein walk back into the after party, seeing his friend and your roommate sitting together at a table wit drinks in his hand. you guys walk hand in hand to the table, sitting next to each other, both smiling. “oh look who decided to come back!” she says, and you giggle. “told you they were fuckin together, I walked out to go to the car for a smoke and it was fucking rocking.” jan axel groans and shakes his head, sipping his drink.

“yeah we..we had to do some making up.” you smile, and it was obvious what kind of making up you meant. you had bruises on your thighs, mascara smeared around your eyes and hickeys littering your neck while his hair was let down, clip out of sight along with his tie, his neck mirroring yours as his cheeks still lay pink, just a small smile on his face.

andddd fin!!! GOD i LOVEDDDD this one, I put so much into this one, thank u sm again anon. mwah, mwah mwah!! love u so much and I hope u enjoyed <3

taglist: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @u1trear0tic @auggiethecreator @bluemercy2 @lankysimp @wonkinoo

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #x black reader #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

can we have a full simp euro fic pretty please? i lovedddd the drabble

simp euronymous x reader who has an occasional soft spot for him :P euro calling u mama in a beastboy way btw

tl: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @u1trear0tic @auggiethecreator @bluemercy2 @lankysimp @wonkinoo

euronymous and that imaginary leash you have him on, he’s following you around a mall, moreso being dragged, you’re clutching his hand as you’re pulling him into store after store, draining him of his pockets. he doesn’t care though, he loves the fashion shows you put on for him and he loves showing you off in whatever he gets you.

“we just came from this store, doll,” he reminds you. currently, you were searching for this dress, last time you were here you saw this cute strapless pink dress in display things, and you searched top and bottom for it, euronymous doing his best to help you, even though his hands were full of bags, your bags.

“I know that smartass,” you snap, starting to get impatient and lose hope. “then why are we back?? baby I don’t think the dress is here,” he stops in his tracks, and you huff, spinning around to face him, your arms crossed and toes tapping the floor in your little kitten heels. “well it doesn’t hurt to try and look! you saw it it was really cute!” you whine, and your hopeless, pouty expression has him wanting to whine like a puppy.

(he didn’t like the dress too much actually, it didn’t put him at ease when you tried it on; the fabric was too thin and he could see your nipples through it, not to mention how short it was, barely reaching your fingertips. but it made you happy, and who was he to tell you what and what not to wear?)

“well…let’s ask a worker, kay? and if not we’ll just come back another time.” he followed you to the counter, standing to the side. “do you guys still have that pink, strapless mini dress that was on the mannequin a few days ago? real little and it was like a light pink?”

you start to frown when the worker tells you it’s out of stock, saying it bought out fast two days after you came. “is there anything like it? anything similar?” øystein steps up, and you follow with a mean look, arms crossed and heels clacking angrily as you follow behind.

“see? they have somethin’ like it,” he takes a dress off the rack and holds it up to you, laughing lightly at your poked lip. “it’s funny? it’s fuckin’ funny, you asshole??” you snap, and he chuckled a little some more, shaking his head.

“no baby no, y’just look so cute when you’re all mad and pouty like this,” he brings his hand up to cradle your face but you smack his hand away, then smack his chest, which makes him laugh some more.

“i’m just tryna help!” “yer’ laughing at me!” you say as he winds down, coming to a stop. “m’sorry baby yknow I don’t mean it, just wanna help you,” he smiles, eyes big and cheeks pink as he comes down. “look at this one, almost the same color and just as short, just how you like it.” he says and you crack a smile.

“does the straps matter? we can cut em.” he didn’t bother looking at the price tag as he held it up to your body. they were the kind of straps that you tie around your neck, “no it’s ok, this is kinda cute too. wait here,” you take it and he follows you to the dressing room, sitting on a bench as he waits for you to come out.

you slip it on, already feeling like crying as you look at yourself in the mirror. you didn’t even have it fully on, the straps hanging over your shoulders as you do a 360, looking at it. “øystein :(,” you call, and he perks up at the sadness in your voice, coming into the changing room with you.

to him it was the exact same just with straps, still a little see through, still short, he didn’t know why you were sad again. “what’s wrong? it looks good right?” he rubs your hips as you two look at you in the mirror, and he can’t help but stare at your hard nipples.

“wha-are you joking?? it doesn’t look right at all!” you whine as you through your arms out, and his brows furrow. “what? it’s the exact same thing, just the straps! and you don’t even have them tied baby,” he moves your hair out the way and ties them, sure that made your boobs perkier but you still felt ugly in it.

“see? look how cute you look in it,” he smiles at you as you turn around, your back to the mirror and your hands on his chest, looking at your backside. “and it makes my ass look saggy..” you frown, your head now on his chest, and he laughs lightly, running his hands down your hips to your ass.

“no it doesn’t baby, it looks good as always,” he kisses the top of your head as he squeezes and grabs your ass, “you don’t have to get it, but you know I will if you do want it, kay? or we can wait till the other one comes back.” he talks as you still have your head buried in his chest, biting his lip as he notices your tiny thong through the dress, grabbing you more.

“whatever,” you shrug, sighing. “so which is it? wanna get it or wait?” he asks, and you look back once more, giving one more look. “are you sure it looks good?” “yes, baby. promise, you know I wouldn’t lie to you.” he grins before kissing you, and you exhale shakily in his mouth when he pulls you closer, feeling his bulge against your lower tummy.

“can I get this dress and the other one if it’s back in stock too?” you ask and he sniffles a laugh, nodding in the kiss, “f’course mama.”

i could continue this if you’d like!! I hope u enjoyed I loooove euro, sftenthese last few ones tho I think I might pause him bc I have more stuff for other characters. mwah mwah ily!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

euronymous who was not vocal during sex until he met you. nsfw below the cut :3

he didn’t like to moan, speak, nothing at all. barely even groaned, like, who doesn’t even make a little noise when they’re cummin?

but one day, maybe early relationship when you decide to take charge, you hear it. he’s sat on the bed, milf glasses on as he reads up on some pen pal letters before you’re crawling on bed and kissing his neck, trialing up his face till he was side kissing you, still trying to read, “song bird?” he chuckles before holding your chin softly and giving you small kisses back.

“I have shit to do, gimme a sec,” he says before pulling away, but you’re pulling him back. “I know but..you look so good in your glasses,” you coo, moving the papers off and stroking his cock through his sweats, and he doesn’t stop you, gripping your waist as his breath picks up, brows furrowing—everything was still so new and experimental with you two, probably only had sex a few times and maybe gave each other head no more than twice.

you’re still exploring everything, still exploring yourselves, so when you crawl on him, seat yourself on his clothes cock rocking against him and run your hands through his hair, yanking it back some, it sparks something in him—he grips your body as he moans in the kiss, top leaking as your faces heat up.

it was rather girly too, almost like it came out of you. he didn’t know where it came from, it the moment he couldn’t control it either. you were the first to pull his hair in such a heated state, he couldn’t help himself. “fuck, that-that was bad,” he says in the kiss still, pulling away. he’s embaressed :( “that was really bad i’m sorry,” he says, but you’re shaking your head and pulling your shirt off, “no, no baby it was good, so good. do it again,” he watches you peel your clothes off as he lays back, your lips connecting once you bend down again.

you’re continuing your grinding, the crotch of his pants sticky with his own pre cum, and before you know it you’re rubbing his dick along your hole, underwear to the side. “baby, it wasn’t bad,” you tell him, but he’s shaking his head, still flustered. “just one more for me, it was so hot. just do it again for me.” you whisper, mouth parted before you kiss him again, sticking your tongue in his mouth.

you start to sink down onto his cock, gasping with him as he stretches you out and your feel of your gummy walls sucking his cock in, it had him groaning out this time, eyes on yours as you take in each others pleasure. “that’s it baby,” you’re praising, bottoming out and starting to fuck yourself on his length, his cheeks beautifully pink as his breath labors.

“fuck baby, feel so good,” he whispers, and his praise has you moaning out as your eyes close and you ground yourself, hands planted on his pecks, his shirt pulled up to his collarbone. “keep going baby, s’so hot. keep going, keep talkin,” you’re whining, looking down at him with love filled eyes, head slightly tilted as he looks up at you with low eyes, mouth parted as another groan comes from him.

“gonna make me cum in my pants like i’m fourteen again, ure’ so fuckin good,” he grabs your hips and guides you on his length, big hands shoving you further down, his tip hitting a soft spot in you. “don’t shut up, be louder baby,” you moan, leaning forward closer to him and grinding down in tune with his shoving, it has you both calling out for each other, the embarrassment subsiding as the pleasure takes over.

it has you and euro cumming harder than ever, heads reeling, bodies shaking and cum coating your guys lower halves. “you were so fucking good, so fuckin good,” he whispers, out of breath. his shaky hand cradles your back as he reminisces on your praise, it has him wanting to go again. “you don’t think me moaning and making noise is stupid?”

“hell no, it’s so hot. you’re so hot. do it more,” you nod, lifting up and giving him a kiss. this also helped euro realize he liked a lot, you being in charge, pulling hair, etc.

this was mostly just filler :3 I have so much comin!!

tl: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator @wonkinoo @auryyz @brithedemonspawn

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #x black reader #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

eurory definitely gets a little pissed off when you point out how tiny his waist is😭like it’s so snatched

oh for sure. his waist (RORY CULKINS IN GENERAL) is SO little and slutty like wtf HOW

absolutely unfair.

you come up to him one day while he’s shirtless or in another cropped top like “damn baby this what they mean by birthing hips” and he just slowly turns his head to glare at you like “what the FUCK are you talking about.”

you hug him from behind and caress them and he knows exactly what you’re doing before you can even make a remark like “stop, stop. i’m fuckin fit my body isn’t slutty” he’s all pissy and snarky and bratty and you’re giggling like erm ok girl

it’s his fault like….YOURE the slut😭

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

got an ask about jack and euro being twins and wow. wow anon thank u for opening this up in my brain

THE LAST TWO PHOTOS TOGETHER FUCK DUDE FUCK

polar opposite fucks oh my god I love that. anon, wherever you are, I LOVE YOU

I won’t spoil what the anon asked but christ them taking turns with you?? and somehow EURONYMOUS IS THE NICER ONE??? i’m sat i’m fucking sat.

(pls pls pls give me them hcs. omg.)

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #jack goes home smut #jack thurlow #jack thurlow smut #eurory prompt

[josibunn]

thinking about euronymous with a blackout tattoo on his arm—gripping onto his tatted bicep for dear life as he drills you into his bed 😿

oh my god stop YESSS THEYRE SO HOT AND THAT FITS SO WELLLLL omg this takes ask me back to that p!link I posted a few days ago :3 thank u sm for the ask anon ur so smart!!

this makes me think like eurorory would be sooo hot all tatted upp :( a blackout tat here a sleeve there a few back ones fuck i’m HORNY FUCK I wanna bite all over his skin smut below the cut!

(what nonnie is talkin ab for those who don’t know :P)

you’re gasping and moaning with each drag of your boyfriend long, thick cock into you, your pussy holding onto him for dear life. he’s hitting deep inside you hard and fast, hands gripping the underside of your knees to keep your shaky legs up, your thighs hugging your torso as you grab onto the sheets and arch your back to the sky.

you’re trying to keep up, your poor head feeling emptier by the second :( “ronymous,” you plead, mouth coming to a gasp as he hits a spongey spit deep in you, making you squirm under him. “sit still.” “øystein!” you moan out as he drops your legs, hitting that sweet spot just right as he drops near your face, one hand cupping your neck as the other holds himself up, his eyes drilling into you with lust.

you’re squirming everywhere, grabbing anything you can to ground you for this orgasm thags about to rock you. one hand digs into his shoulder blade as the other latched onto his blacked arm, invisible red marks clawing down him as you moan into his ear, wrapping your legs around him in a baby trapping position, your clit throbbing against him crazily.

“you tryna get pregnant? squeezin’ me like that, fuck baby,” he moans, arms flexing as his stomach tenses, he was close too. he’s sending you through the mattress, loud groans and your moans bouncing off the walls fuck did your neighbors hate your guts.

“keep it up sugar, gonna fuck a baby inta’ you, fucking god,” he sighs, not even listening to your incoherent moans n nonsense as you cum on his cock, pulling the locks off his head.

hope this was good!! sorry for the breeding I just gotta show out for my man :P

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[josibunn]

mma!euronymous <33

hihi!! wanna start off by saying thank u a bunch for 400 followers!! yknow I love writing and I would go so hard for anyone in the fandom. I love u!!!

reader comes to one of euros matches for the first time only to be scared out of her heels so euro comforts her after :( i’ve been waittinggggg to release this omgg!!! he’s all I think about out these days, that and twins j/o. crybaby reader, smut! semi public sex, riding->missionary, praise, mentions of blood, fighting, crying by reader, yeah yeah. enjoy!!

you sat pretty in the stands of your boyfriends match, chomping on some caramel popcorn and a soda. you were cramped between a few burly men but you didn’t mind much, you just wanted to watchin for the first time.

øystein has been undefeated his entire career, so that’s the two years you’ve been together tying in with another four years. six years, he’d been boxing since he was a teen, straight outta school, and he rarely lost a fight. you didn’t even have to worry half the time, he always won. sure, he came home sore, and bruised, and stitched up, and sure it always worried you but he always tried to keep you at peace.

he assured you he’d never come home without a win, and that he did. he kept a lovely roof over your head, the best on your body, took you on frequent dates, whatever he could, he did it for you. his sweet girl, he couldn’t imagine the look on your face if you ever saw him hurt in the ring, it’d send him to his knees. that’s why he didn’t want you there. in fact, he forbid you completely, always telling you “it’s not a place for girls like you,” and he was right, but ugh…that wasn’t enough. you wanted to see him in action.

you always listened to him on the radio or just waited for him to get home and tell you how it went, and you didn’t even really care until you read the paper and read he was going against someone rather popular, stronger, bigger and in the game longer than øystein. you knew your boyfriend was good, he was all over your small town, the pride, best know for his quick feet and hard face taps, so you didn’t know why you got scared, but you went anyway. it might be fun, your first match!!

and of course you didn’t let him know you were there, heavens no. but he’d be so happy when he saw you, right?

so as I was saying, you stood between a few big burly looking, yelling men as you watched the fight, clutching your purse and consesions close to you. you wore a special dress you got with the spending money he gave you, pairing it with some little heels and a cute pink coach clutch with your hair half up just as you knew he liked it, it made you look dolly. “knock ‘em down!” you hear a man next to you cheer for øysteins opponent, making you roll your eyes. you watch your boyfriend, knowing you did his signature corpse paint just before he left, remembering how you psyched him up. god, he’s gonna be so happy to see you!

all of the sudden, you tune back, and øysteins against the ropes, taking hits to the gut. you gasp, dropping your things and your hands reaching for your chest, fear flooding your system as you study every inch of his body, his eyes that blink uncoordinatedly, his head that lolled to the side with each hit, his feet loosing balance and almost sliding off the matt, and his arms that laid against the ropes.

“oh my god, oh my god!! euronymous!” you gasp, gripping the railing in front of your row. a man next to you laughs, “he’s done for!” he says, making you fight back. “don’t say that! he’s gonna get up,” you start to frown, vision going blurry and you realize you’re tearing up, oh your poor baby, you never knew it was like this :(. you wanna cry, is this why he didn’t want you to come?

you quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks, this isn’t a place to cry, you tell yourself. you watch him block a hit and send his glove to the other guys face before øysteins grabbing and running him back, slamming him on the mat, and the crowd boos.

the ref comes in and restates the fight, and before you know it the whistle blows and they’re circling each other again. you cover your mouth and tears fall again when øystein gets one, two, three hits to the face, his corpse paint mixing with his own blood and his eyes blinking hard before he’s sending them back, two quick ones to the jaw and another to his ribs.

you sniffle your tears back when he’s sending his opponent through the ropes, hit after hit after hit before the ref is pulling øystein off. his opponent falls to the ground, and you hold your breath because you honestly didn’t know what that meant, but the crowd goes wild. the announcers call out your boyfriends stage name as the ref holds his fist up, and you choke out a sob when you realize he won. you knew he would. you just got scared.

so you’re shoving past all the old, ugly men, shouting “move, move!” before you race down to his station off the mat, and you see him, almost wanting to cry again. he’s getting the blood cleaned up off his face and out of his hair. his eyes are shut as water pours down his head and into a bucket, red mixing with it. his gargled water and spits out blood, and his eyes are barely open before he hears you, “øystein!” you call out.

he oofs when you jump onto him, arms instinctively wrapping around you and holding you up, “baby,” he whispers, almost enjoying the feeling of you embracing him before his eyes popping open, and he grasps the situation. “baby??” he gets a good look at your teary face before he’s looking around, and suddenly reporters are circling you two and his crew is being blinded by flashing lights.

anger fills him as he wraps his arm around you and keeps you on his hip, “the fuck are you doing here?” he whispers to you before he’s shouting, “EVERYONE back UP!” his voice is booming as he glared at everyone around him, and your little sobs in his ear has him frowning even as he tries not to.

“you-you were all hurt and-and I want to support you and-” he doesn’t give you time to finish through your tears before he’s laying your head on his shoulder, “hey hey s’okay baby, yknow i’m ok, just lay your head down, let’s go somewhere else.” he whispers, weaving through the cameras and crowds of people. his manager is chewing his ear off behind you two as you walk through the empty locker rooms of the building. oh yeah..you guys aren’t public. at all.

I mean,,the restaurant workers knew about you when he rented the place out when he took you out, and his manager and his…parents. but that was it. øystein wanted you out of the public eye as much as possible, because if someone brought you up in a press meeting or a smack talking comp he’d light the place up, no questions asked. and it was another reason he didn’t want you at the matches, too many eyes on you and it’d overwhelm you, he knew it would, you get overwhelmed at theme parks.

his manager is eating øysteins head off as you sit on a bench away from them, yelling things like “fucking here” and “the press” and you knew it was because of you. it was gonna be in every newspaper, on every radio station…

you twiddle with your rings as you sniffle, looking down sadly as they pace around the room shouting over each other before øysteins yells “go calm them the fuck down out there n’ ill deal with her, a’ight? fuck,” and the door slams, making you jump. øystein walks past you, wiping his remainder blood and paint off before he stands before you, and you can’t look at him, knowing he’s angry at you like this.

“song bird.” his voice is sweet as he puts his hands on his hips above his fighting shorts, and his bodies glistening. you look up at him and your lips already quivering again as you twist your feet nervously. he sees it, “why you cryin’ baby, huh?” you look away again but he tilts your chin back up at him, and his gentle words have you sobbing. “what’s wrong?” he caressed your face as he wipes your tears away, you holding his shorts lightly.

“you..I just didn’t like seein’ you hurt, and he was hittin’ you a lot and,” you sniffle, “and I was sitting by these guys and they were talking about you, it was just too much, are you ok??” you pull him down to his knees at your level, and he’s fighting a laugh. “i’m fine baby, promise. nothing I can’t handle, you know that. cmon baby you know that, I always beat em, don’t I?” you mirror him and hold his face, nodding.

“that’s right, and of course people talk about me, they’re just mad i’m always winnin’. but..[y/n],” he makes you look into his eyes, holding your chin, and you realize he’s getting serious. “what did I tell you about comin’ to these things, hm? didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you at my matches?” he nods, and you sniffle as you look away.

“look at me when i’m talkin’ to you baby, I told you about that.” he keeps your cheeks in his grasp, your bright n doey eyes steady on his. “you..you told me not to come to em, but I read about you in the paper and I just wanted to support you! I wanted to watch you in action,” you plead, and he sighs, holding your hand in his now.

“you already do so much for me sugar, you know that. you support me enough, you support me by waitin all pretty f’me, you support me by makin me that good shit I like, by patching me up and takin good care of me, by letting me lay you down and beat this pussy in when I come home,” he kisses your hand, making you smile and flush.

“s’why I don’t need you here to support me, ok? a place like this isn’t built for pretty dolls like you,” he says, and you smile. “I can’t protect you if i’m down there kicking ass and you’re up there around all those ugly old guys. because if they lay a finger on you, i’m not gonna be able to help you, and you’re gonna have to carry round a gun, and a pretty thing like you doesn’t need a fuckin’ gun,” he jokes, and you laugh.

“okay,” you nod. “and baby the press doesn’t even know about you yet, yknow that, right? and I-I just don’t want them all in your face, you bein my girl and being so pretty at that..they’ll blind you with all that flash. and they’ll harass you and say all these mean things because you’re mine and I don’t want that. ok? I need you to stay home for me baby,” he sits next to you on the bench, and you nod, “I will, I just wanted to see you but n-never again, that was scary. don’t like seein you hurt,” you frown.

“I know baby, it’s ok though, yknow m’ok.” he says, pulling you in his lap and you kiss him passionately, gripping his hot shoulders as he leans a hand back on the bench and keeps one on you, your legs dangly on the side of him as you say on his. you’re dominating him in the kiss and he’s letting you, admiring how needy and scared you were. he thought it was adorable, you running to his side because of a few hits to the face.

“you look so adorable mama,” he hums and you giggle in the kiss, feeling his rough n bruised hands grip your ass, “s’new, got it yesterday. wanted to look pretty for you.” you say, and he hums again in the kiss, “you always look pretty baby, y’like my little barbie,” he says before you slip your tongue in his mouth, getting a moan out both of you.

you push more into the kiss, shaky moans coming from you as you grind on his clothed length eagerly, your heels just barely touching the floor of the locker room. “you missed me baby?” he says as he pulls the bottom of your dress, hands running over your barely clothes ass and to the crotch of your panties where your cunt rests, brushing over your wet spot. you pull away and nod, scooting back and stroking his hard cock through his shorts, making him bite his lip and groan.

“mhm, watched you come out in your paint n stuff, looked so handsome.” you tell him, watching his cheeks grow pink as he smiles, you loved how compliments always flustered him so bad. “n’your arms looked so good hittin’ him like that, so hot,” and you smile watching him smirk.

“my sweet girl, my biggest fan,” he says, and you whimper, feeling him push a finger into your cunt as his other pulls yours panties to the side, gripping his cock as you speed up and grab onto his shoulder. “bet you gotta lotta lady fans, huh?” you say, your face turning at the thought. you knew he did, I mean, look at him? his face, his physique, he’s walking sex, leaking pheromones with every hard glare of his bedroom eyes.

“somethin’ like that. what, you jealous? hm?” he taunts, and you upturn your lip at his smirk. “bet not be lettin’ them touch all over you. don’t even look at em.” you say, and he lets out a little chuckle as he slips his second finger in you, making you moan out and duck your head near his ear.

you grab onto his shoulders as his bulge rubs against your thigh, and you’re gasping as he fingers your open. “and if i do?” he taunts, pushing his fingers deeper in you. “what’re you gonna do baby, hm? gonna fight em, maybe follow in my footsteps? gonna fuck me up about it?” he continues to push, and you whine. “øystein.” you warn, making him giggle.

“I won’t sugar, promise. cmere,” he whispers as he hikes you up, your boobs to his face as he pulls out his cock and lines you up, bringing his tip all down your folds, gathering your wetness before he slides his tip in, and you instantly start lowering yourself on him without help, making him tip his head back and his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut.

“oh my godd,” he moans, gripping your hip as he leans back on his hand some more. you share a moan as you slowly start bouncing yourself on his cock, this wasn’t the first time he fucked you after a match, of course not, but it was the first time he got you right after a match. still sweaty, hair wet and dripping and his fighting shorts pulled down just enough for you to fuck yourself. it was a euphoric feeling, tension fading away as he takes in your wet heat, your walls accommodating to his size like you were made for him.

“fuck baby, fuck. oh yeah.” he moans, and you’re watching his face as his mouth parts open and his eyes squeeze together, his brows burrowing with each roll of your hips as you bounce on his dick. “s’fuckin it princess, god this pussy.” he groans, gripping the back of your dress as his breath labors. “m’sorry for showin’ up n makin the cameras go crazy,” you squeak, but he shakes his head. “it’s ok baby it’s gettin’ taken care of, don’t worry bout a thing.” he’s already getting lost in the way you feel as his words slur, in the moment you could ask for his entire life savings and he’d give it to you and much more.

you wrap your arms arms around his neck, hugging him and he smiles, his hand that wasn’t holding himself up wrapping around you. “my pretty girl, protective little baby,” he pants, smile prominent in his voice. “s’ok princess you know i’m ok, he was light work.” he assures you, listening to your mewls and moans as you bounce on his cock, holding him close to you as if he’d float away.

“are they gonna get mad at you? your bosses n stuff?” you ask, and he shakes his head, “mm-mm, it’ll go over soon. jan axel’ll take care of it.” he assures, and ofc his best friend’s his manager. øysteins eyes pop open when he hears the door to the locker room open, shushing you quickly as he listens for voices, thankfully you guys were tucked behind a wall of lockers.

“mr. euronymous sir!” he hears a voice, sighing and rolling his eyes. “what’s the connection with the lady that jumped on you! is she a sister, family member, wife??” a reporter asks. “what? she’s my girlfriend- i-i’ll be out in a few just gimme a second,” he calls back, trying to stabilize his voice.

his mouth hangs open as you squeeze onto him, moaning quietly next to his ear as you sped up, letting out a tiny, “fuck baby,” into your neck.

“mr. euronymous how do you feel about your opponents comments towards the mysterious lady’s outburst towards you?” another reporter asks, making euronymous groan. he heard the commotion get closer, making him anxious, cooing at you and ducking your head into his shoulder for you to moan, feeling how close you were in the way you squeeze on his cock and wrap yourself around his body like a koala.

“fuck the comment, i’ll answer all your questions just,” he takes a shuddery breath, swallowing back spit. “just gimme a minute to help my lady out, ok?” he calls again, gripping your body as he starts fucking upward into you, a quiet, “oh my god, oh my god baby,” coming from him as he moans shakily, stomach tensing up.

he heard his manager yelling at all the reporters to get the fuck back as euronymous takes charge and lifts you into the air, laying you on your back and fucking into you with his hand holding you close to him, making you moan out, grabbing onto him as you throw your head back and shut your eyes, brows raising. he captures you in a kiss to silence you, slamming his cock into you, groaning into your mouth with each thrusts.

your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, and you can’t help but pull away to moan, chest heaving up to his as he watches you, wrapping you closer around him. “shh baby I know, I know jus’ keep it down ok? be my good girl n’ keep it down mama, fuck ure’ so good,” he sighs, watching himself disappear into your wet throbbing cunt.

“gonna cum, gonna cum euro,” you whine, breathing heavily through your nose as he continues to pound into you, tiny squeaks and oh oh oh!-s coming from you before he plugs you again, locking lips with yours.

you hold his neck and pull at his hair as you squeeze his neck, eyes fluttering as you messily kiss back, øystein swallowing your moans with each kiss to your sweet spot. you scratch as his bare back and squeal in his mouth as you cum around his cock, a white ring forming around the base of his cock and latching onto his pubes, and he’s twitching inside you as he lets out a long sigh, speeding up his thrust because his orgasm was right behind yours.

“that’s it baby, did so good,” he whispers, listening to your whines as the overstimulation reaches you, cursing when he feels you clench and throb around him. “øystein..” you whimper. “I know baby, don’t worry m’gonna cum, ok? gonna cum in you so I don’t ruin that pretty dress,” he pants, and you moan as he fucks his cum into you, short squelchy plap plap plap mac and cheese sounds coming from between you as he kisses your lips cutely in tiny doses, moaning slightly as he catches his breath with you.

“you feelin better? hm?” he asks you, and you nod hazily, all your thoughts fucked out of you. he giggled at you as he lays you on the bench and pulls out, going to clean you up with his towel as you eye him. “did it hurt?” you ask him, as stupid as it is, but all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“the adrenaline and shit doesn’t let it hurt, you feel it for a second but you don’t have time to feel it because you have to think about his or your next move. what, you wanna get into fightin’ or somethin?” he asks you and you sit up, pulling your panties on. “maybe. maybe i’ll take you down.” you smile and he mirrors you before giving you a little kiss, and the doors open again.

“don’t try any shit like that again. don’t wanna walk in and see pussy,” jan axel is pointing fingers, making you flush. he ends up telling you two the fans/press love you. seeing euronymous, a usually always angry and stone faced fighter go soft for his girl brought something out in people. so you sit pretty in a designated spot near his team (when you decide to go) and walk hand in hand out of every match. :)

mma euro anyone? hehehehe I looooved writing this!! I have a deathly soft spot for euro babying and caring reader :3 I hope u enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah 💋

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[josibunn]

Alright,

Imagine Euronymous's girlfriend always begging him to on bottom but he always refuses so when he laying down in bed they go in there and handcuff in to the bed frame and then we all know what happens from there 🤭

omg anon you LITERALLYYYY hacked my account this is sitting in my drafts!!!

sorry this took so long anon, school literally beats my ass. I love this idea tho!!

fem reader x euronymous, smut! obvi, p in v, unprotected, use of restraints and a blindfold, smacking, cigarette play, subby euro and dommish reader, slight angst, he’s just so mean to you in the beginning :/. sorta cnc, heed the warning if you’re uncomfortable with such! enjoy! comment to be in the tag list or for moots ok mwah mwah!! scroll all the way down for taglist form :3

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“øysteinnn,” you whine, following him into your shared room. “no.” he shakes his head, almost closing the door on you. “but—just once! it won’t be bad!”

“I don’t care, because I won’t be fucking doing it.” he laid back against his bed, flipping on the tv. you’d been begging your boyfriend for weeks to let you be in charge, try something new with the cuffs he’d usually use on you. but no, he just had to be in charge all the time! wont even give it a chance!

“you don’t even know if you don’t like it!” you sit next to him, rubbing his stomach. “I don’t need to, because I don’t want to try.” he didn’t even look at you, and you groan. “you’re so mean! why do you always get to be in charge? what if I wanna make you scream my name?” you cross your arms, watching him light a cig.

“you’re fucking crazy, and you’re about to piss me off. don’t make me waste a cigarette on you.” he pointed at you, and you knew he was referring to how he’d press his cigs into your knees.

you huff, “fine, whatever. i bet varg would let m—” you couldn’t even get the joke out before he grabs your throat with his cigarette hand, slapping you across the face, making you gasp and yelp, putting a hand on him chest to push him away but he wasn’t budging.

“say it. say it I fuckin’ dare you.” he says lowly, eyes glued on you as he watches tears well in your eyes. he slaps you again but harder, making you cry louder. “you were just so fuckin’ bold, where’d it go? say it, go the fuck ahead.” he grits, squeezing your throat, making you whimper.

“mm. what I fuckin’ thought. don’t ever pull some shit like that again.” he takes a long drag of his cigarette before immediately smashing it into your thigh while it’s still red, the burn making you cry and scream and kick at him while he held your throat and held it down, watching your face with no remorse.

“maybe this’ll teach you how to behave.” he flicks it off onto the floor before slapping you again, blowing the smoke in your face as you cry. “you’re-so mean,” you cry, rubbing your leg and whipping your face off with your sleeve.

he sighs, he didn’t like listening to you cry, not out of frustration at least. “you gotta stop pissing me off sugar,” he coos with a hint of anger still in him as he cups your cheeks, using his own sleeve to wipe your face now as you look to the side.

“i’ll..think about it. i’ll think. just stop pissing me off, yknow I don’t like hurting you.” he kisses your cheek slowly before kissing you, rubbing your leg lightly and holding your face with his other hand.

you nod as he lets go of you, taking off his glasses and laying on his back and taking off his shirt, pulling the cover over his body. “go get yourself an ice pack, i’ll sleep on it, but that doesn’t mean a yes. ok? i love you, i love you,” he repeated, just because he wanted you to know he meant it and he loved hearing you say it back. no matter how soft he spoke you knew he’d still say no, but you just nodded.

“i love you too,” you say and he kissed you one more time before laying back with his arm over his eyes, then his lips parted. you left the room with a huff, crossing your arms as you went downstairs and fixed yourself an ice pack.

you didn’t know why he didn’t want to try it, maybe it was a masculinity thing, or his love for being in control of you during sex. but you were gonna get your way, you always did with him. whether he liked it or not.

so after your leg stopped hurting you went into your guys box of toys and trinkets, grabbing the cuffs and blindfold you knew oh so well. you snuck back into the room, seeing him sprawled out in the bed, thankfully on his back, sound asleep. and it was a good thing he was a heavy sleeper.

you grab his arms softly and place the cuff on his wrist, laying his arm back down and locking it around your bed frame, going around doing the same, and he was still sound asleep. you step back to look at him, giggling with a hand over your mouth.

an hour goes by and you’re getting ready for bed, having just got out of the shower. you had gotten into some lingerie you’d recently bought, it was lacy and red, and the lace making embroidered roses around the nipples but best believe they poked out underneath, the sheer fabric barley covering them.

and your underwear was bout the same but left your pussy to the imagination of whoever we gazed upon, the straps of it being thin red lace that barely covered your ass and only your your vagina, and ooh you knew he would hate not being able to watch you gush onto him.

euronymous stirred away, going to rub his eye but found he couldn’t, his hands in the air. he furrowed his brows as he tried to move the both down, jerking at the restrictions. “what the fuck?” he whispered to himself, looking up at what was holding him.

he tried to sit up but couldn’t even do that, more rage pulsing through his tired body. he huffed and shouted your name, it echoing through the apartment and made you jump, smiling. he’s up!

you giggle as you slip on a white nightgown, fixing your hair in the mirror and putting some vaseline on your lips, popping your head into the room so he wouldn’t see your get up. “yes?” you say innocently, and he stares at you, head down and eyes low with anger, a shadow cast over his eyelids. (like the gif :3)

“cmere.” he nods his head as he says calmly, but you could hear his anger. “is something wrong?” you smile, tilting your head. “come here,” he repeated louder as you lean against the door frame, showcasing your outfit, head propped against it as your hands ran down it.

“you like my gown?” he snarls your name again, “get me the fuck out of this.” you roll your eyes. “I get all pretty for you and you don’t even care!” “get me the fuck out of here!” you watch him jerk his hands against the cuffs, and it made you giggle a little as you sit on the edge of the bed next to him, rubbing his leg.

“oh you think this is funny? it’s fucking funny?? wait till I get out.” he nods, his nails digging into his palms as his biceps flex. “yknow you look so hot right now,” you crawl onto his right leg, rubbing his biceps. “i’m gonna fuck you up when I get out of here. just you fuckin’ wait, you can’t keep me in here forever.”

“how bout you just shut the fuck up. ok?” you’re seated fully on his lap as you rub down his chest sensually. “you’re being so ungrateful, and to think I wore something so pretty for you tonight.” you cup his cheeks to him look at you, his eyes still glaring.

“you’re in for it. you’re in for it I swear to fucking god.” he mumbles,trying to get out of your grip. “you wouldn’t have to wake up like this if you just cooperated baby,” you faux frown.

he struggles around you as you tie the blindfold around his eyes, “you’ll never be as good as me, yknow that? nobody can get you worked—” you slap him across the face and he chokes a gasp, mouth open in shock.

“you fucking-” “you just talk so fucking much, just let me take care of you,” he sucks in a breath, feeling your hand pull the covers off as you rub his waking wood, pushing his lips together and stopping himself from bucking up to your touch.

“øystein you know i’ll untie you if you want me to. but you really don’t want me to help you?” you coo in his ear and he jumps slightly as you continue stroking him through his boxers, feeling him grow in your hand and seeing him strain against his boxers.

“you don’t want me to make you feel good for a little, baby?” you kiss his neck lightly as you run your thumb over him clothed slit, hearing him hiss and pull at his restraints more. “[y/n], don’t touch-.” he grits, but lets out a whimper when your lips run over his sweet spot, his breath heaving.

you raise your brows in shock at the noise, continuing to prod at his sweet spot, running your tongue flat against it and sucking on it greedily, hearing him strain and whine some more as you stroke him quicker, his pale chest arching and heaving, trying not to let out any sounds of pleasure, he didn’t want you to have that satisfaction, but you know how to get it out of him.

you bite at the spot and hear him let out a strained groan, teeth pressed together as he moves his head out the way for you, there it was. you litter tiny bites on his skin, hearing him let out muffled groans and whimpers, making you frown.

you lift up and move your hands away, tracing a finger on his abs. “you were just so loud baby, what happened?” you coo, running your nails up his thigh teasingly. “hm?” you watch his pink face as his lip quivers, searching for your voice and how close you were.

“euronymous, you better speak the fuck up before I leave you here.” you warn, hand now up his boxers, and he gasps. “baby, cmon.” he mumbles. “what was that?” you sit close to him, slipping your gown off. “speak up for me.” you were drinking in this feeling, and he knew that, he hated it, and he hated how the situation made him feel. but he hadn’t been this hard since you let him fuck you over a balcony on a third floor apartment.

“baby come on,” he says louder, his voice whiney and desperate. “what’d you want me to do baby? you gotta tell me.” you kiss his lips as you pull him out his boxers, his hard, red tip oozing with precum, making you smile against him.

“mmf-do it, please baby,” he says in the kiss, and you slap him. “do what, euronymous. you gotta tell me what you want or I won’t do anything.” he gasps and exhales shakily, a whimper leaving his open mouth, breathing into your mouth.

you watch his cock twitch as his legs squirm and his fists struggle against the cuffs, making you smile. “you’re a dirty boy, yknow that? you like when I hit you?” you stroke his cock and he lets out a groan, and when he doesn’t answer you strike him again, harder. he yelps and grips his fists again, nodding.

“yes, y-yes I do baby I do,” he breaths, chest heaving and red. “touch it. touch it baby cmon,” he turns his head as he whines, searching for your voice. you smile, “is that how good boys ask? where’s that magic word you love so much, huh?” you taunt.

he pushes his lips together, whining. “no.” he mumbles, and you raise your brows. “no?” you repeat and move his hand away from his cock. “guess you don’t want it.”

he gasps, “no! n-no no I want it, I want it please baby,” he wiggled his hood in search for your touch again, and you could feel yourself get wet at his pathetic squirming as you bite your lip.

“say it again, say that magic word again babyboy.” you rub his thigh. “please baby, please touch me,” he whines. you smile, “only because you were so polite. but when I touch you you gotta say thank you, understand?”

“yes, y-yes I will,” he nods frantically. “yes what?” “y…yes ma’am.” he whispered, and you smile before spitting in your hand, grabbing his aching cock and stroking him quickly, hearing him moan out, throwing his head back.

“oh thank you, thank you baby,” he stammers, bucking up to your hand as his wrist move against the cuffs. “can you say thank you momma?” your squeeze around his tip as you stroke him quickly, pre cum gliding down onto your hand.

he whines, lips forming a pout. “don’t do this to me baby..” “say it. or i’ll stop.” you squeeze him again, and he lets out a groan, mouth agape and lips glossy with spit, oh he looked so cute. such a sweee contrast to how he usually preformed.

“o-ok! ok th-thank you momma, thank you momma,” he whines, biting his lip as he fucks your fist. “good boy, I knew you could be my good boy,” you scoot between his legs on your knees, leaning down to his tip, still watching his face as he groans out, head thrown back and his pretty pale chest heaving as his legs squirm.

“stop moving baby.” you warn, and he feels your breath on his tip, making him turn his head down, even though he still couldn’t see. “you’re—I wanna see, lemme watch you, please.”

you sigh a smile, oh his moans and whines and whimpers just went straight to your core, you were throbbing, aching. he whimpered feeling your hot breath on his tip, his dick jumping.

“you wanna watch? do you think you deserve to watch, hm? you’ve been so mean to momma.” you rub your tongue along the slit of his tip and he moans out. still pulling at his restrains.

“i’m sorry momma I-I didn’t mean it, I swEar jus’ lemme watch, love your lips, please,” he begs, voice cracking cutely. “my baby loves my lips? loved watching my lips wrap around his pretty cock?” you slip the blind fold off his head and his eyes shoot everywhere, taking in what you wore.

“oh fuck, fuck look at you,” he pants, his eyes glued to your boobs as you rub his shoulders before slapping him across the face, earning a squeak and whimper, his eyes shutting. “watch your mouth, you curse again and i’m gonna hit you harder.”

he nods, eye fucking your pussy that was closed off to him. he pulled at his restrictions, “lemme touch you, wanna touch you. please momma please..” he looks up at you with those big blue eyes you love so much. you shook your head, “you don’t get to touch me tonight, at all. you should’ve cooperated early.”

you crawl back down between his legs. he whines, “momma no, please I just wanna touch you, wanna make you feel good,” he whines, and you lay your head against his thigh, his cock his hand looking up at him. “you’re so cute, but no. no touching, you’ll make me feel good later baby, I promise you that.” you kiss his tip before circling your tongue around it, stroking the rest of his length as you took his tip on your mouth now, hearing him let out a loud groan and curse.

“ahh fuck momma,” he moans, and you slap his thighs making him jump. “do you want me to stop? what’d I just tell you,” you pull off, and he shakes his head frantically. “m-m’sorry, I promise i’m sorry, don’t stop momma.”

you hum as you go back down on him, sucking around his tip and hallowing your cheeks out, hearing him groan whinily again, watching himself disappear into your mouth with blown out eyes, brows furrowed and mouth agape, hair cutely stuck to his forehead.

you held his hips down to stop his squirming as you took him whole, your ass arched in the air, knowing how much he loved it, and knowing how bad he wanted to shove you down onto him.

“faster momma, f-faster please, can’t take it,” he groans, still trying to move his hips. and you listen, bobbing your head on him quicker as your tongue latches onto the underside of his cock, making him whimper out, eyes squeezed shut as his head lolls around and rests on his shoulder. “momma, momma please lemme touch you, m’gonna—” he cuts himself off with a moan, feeling his abs tighten.

“you’re gonna cum baby? is my pretty boy gonna cum?” you pull off and stroke him quickly, using his own slick as lube as your rest his tip on your tongue. he nods, teeth smashes together as are his eyes, bucking into your hand again.

“gonna cum momma, gonna f-f-” he stops himself from cursing by biting his lip before he groans and cums on himself, spurting on his abs and tailbone. “look at alll that,” you purr, watching as he just kept going, his eyes low as he watches, trying to catch his breath. he watches you get in and wipe your hand on his boxers, his eyes widening.

“when you’d get that?” he breaths, looking you up and down. “last week, you like it,” you sit next to him as he nods eagerly. “lemme touch you. undo me,” he looks up at you.

“boy you’re not getting out till I say so,” you clip on top of him. “stop tryin’ it.” “momma, look at you. I need to, please. lemme take care of you,” he whines, licking his lips as his head hangs on his shoulder, watching your boobs jiggle as you stand his dick up to your stomach.

“you’ll take care of me alright,” you grab his cigarettes, lighting one for yourself and taking a hit before putting it in his mouth, letting him take one too. “you remember what you did to me earlier?” you tap his cheek with the cig in your hand. “what’d I do?”

you take another drag before jamming it into his chest under his pec, and he cries out, pulling at his restraints and squirming under you. “stop moving.” you keep it on his skin and he groans between his teeth.

“fuck momma!” he cried out, tears swelling in his eyes. you flick the cig to the floor and slap him again, making him cry louder. you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. “keep disobeying me, you hear? i’ll leave you like this, with a hard dick stuck in hand cuffs. what would your little buddies think, hm?” you say, and his eyes widen, “n-no..”

“their big, bad, metal lord all tied up, begging to cum and calling his little girlfriend momma? you think they’d still fear you?” you coo, and you felt his dick jump against you as he whimpers looking away from you. his precum oozed onto your stomach, and you smack your lips.

“oh you like that huh,” you tap his sensitive tip, feeling him move against your grip as you do so. “dirty fuckin’ boy, want your friends to know about our little secret, huh?” you ask and he shakes his head. “no momma, please no momma,” he whines, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“mm, only because you’re being so good for me. you still wanna make me feel good?” “yes! yes yes yes, wanna make you feel so good,” he nods frantically as you push his head on the pillow.

“keep-keep this on though, keep it on momma. look so so good,” he watches you move your underwear to the side. “do you think you deserve it, huh? you’ve been actin’ out a lot tonight,” you rub his tip against your soaking entrance.

“uh huh, need it, need that wet pussy,” he groans, squeezing his fists. “you want my pussy babyboy?” you sink onto him, letting out a moan as he tips his head back and groans, making you clench around him. god he looked so so good like this.

“oh momma, oh momma,” he moans, his eyes shut and his lips parted. “don’t move, ok? lemme take care of it,” you rock your hips against him, holding his chest down and rubbing your thumb over his burn mark. he hisses at the sensation but bucks his hips up into you, starting to fuck up into you.

you choke back a moan before slapping him, “you don’t fucking listen, I just told you not to move.” with a huff you slide off of him, and he immediately tries to get up but can’t, “no! no no i’m sorry, i’m sorry I-i’ll be good I promise, fuck me momma please fuck me,” he begs as you go to the box in your closet.

“no. you don’t deserve it, bad boys like you don’t deserve my pussy,” you sit back in between his legs, yours draping over his as you tease your whole with the dildo. he whines, “no momma, please I-i’ll be good, just fuck me..i’ll be better,” he whimpers, whining more when you slid it in with a loud moan.

“momma..” “no. I gave..you a lot of chances tonight, and you’re blowin’ it baby.” you sigh as you fuck yourself, using your elbow to prop yourself up on the bed. you know he hates you getting off on your own, he always says he’d rather you just wait for him so he can do it, because he knows your body best.

he watched the clear dildo disappear into you with pouty lips as you moan out, head tipped back and eyes shut, your body jittery as you move faster. and god, you hated how he was right all the time, even under your control. he did know your body best.

“momma..momma please, i’ll do better. jus’ lemme feel you please,” he begs, his cock jumping at the sight of you arching your back, your boobs jiggling against your arm as you push deeper into yourself, a high moan emitting from you. “you promise baby?”

“yes, I-I pinky promise just please, please give it to me,” he whines. you roll your eyes before slipping it out, throwing it on the bed and crawling over to him. “you better listen to me,” you say as you sink back onto him, and he let out a drawn out groan, his eyes shutting and his head tipping back.

“that’s it, thank you momma thank you,” he whines, eyes low as he looks up at you, your hands planted on his pecks. “oh there’s my good boy, I knew you had it,” you coo, rubbing his cheek. he nods, “your good boy, swear momma i’m your good boy,” he breaths out as you lean to kiss him, hopping on his dick eagerly.

he moans high in the kiss, still pulling at his restraints but holding still like you asked. “oh fuck baby,” you moan shakily, hitting that deep sweet spot in you that had your body tingling and your legs shaking, feeling your stomach twist up.

your breathing gets heavier and you pull away, unable to continue kissing him so you two just breathed into each others mouth, eyes glued together, both drowned out in lust and ditziness. your moans got louder and you felt your body get heavier, and you knew what feeling was coming to you.

for some reason, your orgasm came harder when you were on top. “you’re gonna cum momma, yeah? gonna cum on me?” he sighs, watching you shut your eyes as you slow down, grinding onto him to to prod that sweet spot, and you moan out louder. “yes baby, I-m’gonna cum,” you say shakily.

he watches you lift up and bounce on that sweet spot, lips glossy. “so pretty, oh you’re so pretty momma, cum, cum on m—” he chokes as you wrap your hands around his throat, holding him down to the bed.

“shut up baby, let me take c-care of it, oh fuck, ooh fuck baby,” you whine, squeezing his neck as you cum onto him with loud drawn out moans, gasping as you ride out your high, eyebrows scrunched and mouth open, shuddered babbles flying off your tongue.

“gonna-cum momma,” he chokes, gasping for air as you press down more, riding his through his orgasm. he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, moans spewing out of him before he cums deep inside you, hard load after load.

“mmm yes baby, that’s a good boy, yeah? you’re my good boy?” you continue riding him to overstimulation, and he shudders, groaning and arching his back.

“momma feels too good, feels too good wait, n-no,” he whimpers, gritting his teeth as he continues coming into you. “I know, it’s so good right? keep goin for me baby you got it,” you kiss his cheek as he moans, throwing his head back against the pillow. “n-no, it’s so good momma no more,” he begs, and you finally pull off, laying next to him on your side, cum leaking out of you as you try n catch your breath with your boyfriend.

“what’d you think baby,” you lift up to look at him, rubbing his face as he catches his breath, body relaxing against the cuffs, his eyes closed and chest heaving. “so good, real good momma.” “mmhmmm.” you nod, kissing him gently, hearing him still whimper when your lips connect. “lemme clean you up n i’ll let you go, ok?” you leave the room to wet a towel, coming back and seeing him laid back and eyes closed.

“baby?” you say softly before realizing he’s asleep, making you smile. “poor baby, all fucked out.” you clean him up gently before uncuffing him, allowing him to roll on his side. you turn off your lamp as you slip under his grasp, holding the hand that drapes over you.

you don’t think you’d do it again, or at least not often. that was a lot of fuckin’ work.

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