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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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

Safe a horse, ride your black metal boytoy 🤠

Deathcrush

Summary: Looks like Euronymous gets really sensitive when overstimulated.

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

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

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

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

Tagging the gender neutral hoe squad:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓!𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x college professor!jack thurlow

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 712

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: reader is legal adult, jack is in his mid-30s, flirting, teasing, mention of handjob, sexual innuendos

the loud shriek of the afternoon dismissal bell broke you out of your obscure train of thoughts. your head lifted from the cold table, standing up from your chair and hurriedly shoving all your books into your bag. “y/n, i would like to see you at my desk for a moment.” halfway through the door, you stopped in your tracks. oh shit. this was the third time this week that you’d been called to stand in mr. thurlow’s presence. but it was as if he got a sick thrill out of keeping you on your toes.

you shuffled your way over to his cluttered desk in the corner of the room. you stood a good two feet away from him, marking sure to keep your distance as he swiveled around in his chair and glanced up at you through the lenses of his charming glasses as he typed away on his century old computer, his hungry eyes now leering at your body in your misfitting uniform skirt and blazer. it wasn’t your fault that the school board always “accidentally” sent you the wrong size.

“good, please have a seat.” you swallowed hard, palms already going clammy. “o-on what, sir..?” he looked over at you, seeing the problem.he gave a forced laugh, shifting a few inches in his seat. “silly me. here, we can share this one.” you felt obliged to do what he said, even though he phrased it as a suggestion. you sat down with him, his thigh pressing into your bare leg.

you felt that familiar molten in your gut as you breathed in his intoxicating scent of aged wood and musk. his low voice that had a slight rasp brought your attention back. “i’m sure you know why i’ve called you.” during your lunch break, he had caught you giving another student a “handy” in the janitor’s closet. you knew what you did, but playing dumb seemed to work for you.

he turned slightly so he was directly facing you, he hand strategically gripping your thigh and placing it on top of his own. “i-i’m sorry for falling asleep in class, mr. thurlow. i was just having so much trouble with the research paper you assigned yesterday and-” he held out a hand, shutting you up immediately. “don’t bullshit me, dear.” his words were said with such authority that you felt your spine straighten.

“you and i both know what i’m talking about.” you hadn’t even noticed his arm slithering around your waist, pulling you closer to him to stop you from falling off the seat. he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “while i am aware that you are a young woman, free to go about and do whatever she may please,” he brought a finger to your chin, making you look up at him. “i know you are a very smart girl. and none of the pretentious boys at this school are worthy of your attention…” his hand began to trail down, caressing your hips. “...nor your touch.”

he was hypnotizing you with his words. you felt your stomach churn with desire as you took in every detail of him, the single bolt of white in this chestnut brown hair in his bun signifying that he was a much more experienced adult than you were. he took off his glasses, folding them and hooking them into the convenient opening in his shirt.

he pulled you off of the seat, hands on your waist as he brought his face leveled to your stomach. “i’m just a concerned teacher looking out for my favourite student.” he nearly had you sitting on his lap, your core begging for an end to the torture he was putting you through. he began to bring your hips down onto his parted thighs ever so slowly, your heavy breathing syncing with his.

when you were low enough, he brought his lips to the cave of your ear. “i expect to see you tomorrow afternoon at your lunch break. then we can tackle this complicated assignment together. how’s that sound?” he winked, making you nod as a smile spread across your lips. he grinned, “excellent… i look forward to it.” he gave you a pat on the ass, bringing his chair back in front of his computer and typing away once again, stealing glances at your body from behind as you walked away.

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angelsnkisses · 9 months

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Birthday Wishes ♡ - Charlie x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: sub!charlie, dom!fem!reader, alcohol, intoxication, semi-public sex, creampie

The party was busy, bass thumping through your body and the stench of liquor in the air. Dozens of drunk bodies stumbled around, mingling and enjoying themselves. Charlie's birthday party had a bigger turnout than you expected, and now you couldn't even find him through all the other people.

You had wanted to make his birthday memorable, and your parents were conveniently out of town. What better reason to throw a party? You'd only invited maybe 30 people, but people must have told their friends, because it was packed. You wouldn't be surprised if half the school had shown up.

You located your group of friends, half of them with their boyfriends. 'Jackpot, they probably know where Charlie is,' you thought to yourself, making your way over to them.

"Hey, great party! Didn't know you could pull it off," one of them said, reaching out to pat your shoulder. You scoffed, taking a swig from your drink. "Of course I pulled it off, I'm the shit," you boasted, before looking at Robbie, the only person not holding any booze.

"Have you seen Charlie?" you asked, and he nodded, pointing to the kitchen. "Yeah man, he was just looking for you, actually. He went that way, I think."

You said thanks before heading towards the direction he pointed, finishing off your drink before setting the cup on a random surface. You entered the kitchen, a couple people lingering around. Sure enough, Charlie was in there, leaning against the counter and talking to someone, beer in hand.

"Finally, I've been looking for you," you said, walking up to him and standing at his side. He turned, a grin on his face as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you in. "Hey, gorgeous," he beamed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You giggled, eyes flickering to his lips.

Whoever he was talking to gave him a quick 'happy birthday' before leaving you guys be, probably not interested in viewing your little lovefest. Charlie was definitely tipsy, but he seemed sober enough to know what he was doing.

You pulled back, taking his hand in yours and standing close to him. You guys started to walk out of the kitchen, no designated destination in mind.

"Thanks for doing this, by the way. Definitely better than my last birthday," he smiled, bringing his drink up to his lips. Upon discovering it was empty, he tossed the can on the already littered floor. You let it slide, considering he had to help you clean up the next day anyways. You smiled, too, partly because you were proud of yourself, but mostly because he was happy. Which of course, made you happy.

"Anytime. Come on, our friends are waiting," you encouraged, pulling on his hand. To your surprise, he kept his grip on you, not moving. You looked at him with a confused smile, gesturing behind you. "They're over there.. what are we waiting for?"

He pulled you closer, leaning down so only you could hear him.

"I have a better idea.." he mumbled, a hand resting on your lower back. You snorted, pulling your hand from his and gently pushing his chest.

"Charlie, people are watching," you whined, your face turning red. You heard him tut before pulling back, his own face a little pink, too. He had almost forgotten it wasn't just the two of you, you had a way of affecting him like that.

"Well, let's go upstairs, then," he said, taking your hand again when you started to protest. "Come on, please? No one will know. I need you right now," he admitted breathlessly, trying to speak lowly in case anyone was eavesdropping.

You thought about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. He didn't seem that drunk, and he was definitely sober enough to be making conscious decisions, but your door didn't have a lock.

"What if someone comes in?" you stressed quietly, and he shook his head, trying to reassure you.

"Nobody's gonna come in, you told everyone to stay downstairs, right? It'll be fine, I promise," he said sincerely. "It is my birthday.." he half joked, making you roll your eyes. Of course he pulled the birthday card.

You were silent for a moment before sighing, finally convinced. "Okay, okay! Fine, but we gotta be quick," you agreed. He grinned wolfishly, smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Hell yeah, let's go."

He held your hand the whole way up the stairs, and he didn't let you go until you were both in the bedroom. He turned to face you, immediately leaning down and pressing his lips to yours feverishly.

He pulled back, stumbling a little as he kicked off his shoes, and you smiled, slipping yours off easily. Nobody else was upstairs, and you were grateful people actually listened to your request to stay on the first floor.

As soon as he got the shoes off he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to sides of your neck. You laughed quietly at his urgency before kissing him back, your hands grabbing at his shirt.

He helped you unbutton it and push it off his shoulders, breaking the kiss so he could pull your top over your head. You were wearing his shirt, a horror film you hadn't seen displayed on the fabric. It was tossed to the floor, next to your feet.

He released a heavy sigh when he saw your chest, leaning down and lazily kissing you again. "So pretty," he said almost inaudibly against your lips.

He was getting impatient, already working on your jeans while he kissed you. He tugged down the restricting denim, pulling back yet again to look at what he was doing. "Are these new? I love them.." he murmured, a hand reaching down to feel the fabric on your hip.

You hummed, your hand pushing his away. "Yeah, they're new. I had to get a few new pairs, since someone keeps taking mine," you teased. He paused, his face heating up as he looked away, embarrassment filling him. Of course you knew it was him, he was the only other person who was ever in your room.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed, baby.. it's cute," you muttered, reaching a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. He leaned into your hand, eyes on yours as you spoke. "It's your birthday, so tell me what you want," you cooed, watching him try to hide his face again. He got embarrassed so easily, and it never failed to amuse you.

"Y/N.." he whined, not wanting to say it out loud. You tilted your head to the side, an encouraging smile twitching at your lips. "Come on, tell me, Charlie," you whispered.

"I- I want you to ride me," he admitted, his voice quiet. You moved, beginning to push him back towards the bed. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel good?" you purred, tugging him down to sit on the edge of the bed. He nodded frantically, his bottom lip between his teeth as you straddled him.

"Yes, I do. Please," he begged softly, his hands resting on your hips. Usually, you'd make him plead for it a little more, but you were in a time crunch. Plus, you didn't wanna keep him waiting. It was his special day.

You glanced at the alarm clock on your bed, cursing when you realized what time it was. People would be wondering where you were pretty soon, and you didn't wanna risk someone coming to look for you.

"Alright, we have to be quick.." you muttered anxiously, a little bummed that you didn't have much time for foreplay. You would make up for it later. You reached down, beginning to unbuckle his jeans hurriedly.

You pulled him out of his boxers, a shaky breath leaving his swollen lips while he watched. You pumped him in your hand a few times, looking down at him with hooded eyes. A broken moan escaped the back of his throat, his tip already leaking precum.

"Oh, fuck.. I've been thinking about this all day," he confessed, his head falling back. He looked at you with need, his cock twitching in your hand. You squeezed him gently, relishing his whiny moan.

You lifted yourself up to hover over his lap, pulling your underwear to the side. You brushed his tip over your wet cunt, listening to him shudder breathlessly.

A flash of panic filled you when you heard faint voices, sounding like they were coming up the stairs. You covered Charlie's mouth with a shaky hand, squeezing your eyes shut and pushing yourself down on him. He groaned into your hand, his hips jerking at the sudden movement.

You blinked back tears, knowing you didn't have time to really let yourself adjust. You ignored the stinging sensation spreading between your legs, leaning down to speak quietly in your boyfriend's ear.

"You gotta be quiet, baby.." you whispered, beginning to bounce up and down in his lap. He whimpered in response, giving you a tortured gaze as he tried to choke back his moans.

You were struggling a bit with your own noises, but you managed. You could hear quiet footsteps down the upstairs hall, making your curse under your breath. Of course somebody had to go and interrupt you.

You made your movements harsher, chasing your own orgasm while simultaneously trying to push Charlie to his. He gasped when you pulled your hand away, burying his face in your neck to muffle himself instead.

"Oh, fuck. You feel so good, please," he moaned desperately, just loud enough for you to hear. Your walls clenched around him when he said that, his words only tightening the knot in your abdomen.

You continued, trying to speed things up. You jerked to a stop when you heard a soft knock on the door, your heart pounding as you turned to face it.

"F-fuck, busy!" you stammered, started to move very, very slow. Charlie breathed a shaky sigh, his cock twitching inside you as he tried to stop himself from bucking his hips up.

"Y/N? Everyone's looking for you and Charlie!" the voice called, and you recognized it as Robbie's. You felt him bite down on your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he started to thrust up into you, unable to stop himself.

"N-no.. fuck," you whispered, feeling his tip brush against a certain spot that had your legs shaking. You tried to halt his movements, pleasure rippling through you.

"Just a mm- ah~ just a minute!" you called back, your nails digging into his shoulders. He started sucking on your neck, the slow, silent pace driving you both nuts.

"Jill is asking for you, and we all-" Robbie started again, before Charlie finally pulled back, looking over your shoulder at the door.

"Robbie, come on man," he called in annoyance, his voice strained. There was a long pause, presumably of realization, behind the door before the footsteps started again, getting fainter as he left.

That was gonna be embarrassing later. You didn't dwell on it, picking up your pace again. Pretty soon you were at the same speed as before, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Charlie whimpered, his chest heaving and his arms tightening around you. You were just as close, hands cupping his face as you leaned down.

"Good boy, cum for me," you panted, smashing your lips into his. Your teeth clashed a bit as he kissed you back, beginning to moan more consistently. He pulled away when it washed over him, his head falling back and his legs trembling.

"Oh, fuck! Y/N- fuck," he groaned, not caring about being quiet anymore. He pushed his hips up to bury himself as deep as he could, filling you up with ragged, whiny breaths. The feeling triggered your own release, your walls spasming around him and your mind going blank.

When you regained your senses, you breathed a heavy sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. You both just sat there in silence for a minute before he started kissing at your neck, his arms dropping from around you and resting on your hips.

"Jesus.. you think anyone heard us?" he asked quietly, and you shook your head. The music was still loud downstairs. Unless Robbie decided to run his mouth, nobody would even really suspect anything. You could just say you went upstairs to talk or something if anyone asked.

"It's fine, we just gotta hurry back before anyone else decides to poke around," you giggle, slowly lifting yourself off him. He looked down to watch his cum drip out of you, grinning. "That's so hot.. we gotta do that again.. you know, later," he said, looking up at you. You laughed, messing up his hair before climbing off him.

"Trust me, we definitely will."

You guys cleaned up as best as you could before getting dressed and returning to the party. Just like you said, nobody even batted an eye when you came back downstairs. He kept close to you the whole night, though, and made sure to make the most of your alone time when everyone finally went home.

A/N: holy shit this got long.. i was gonna write about rory himself, considering it's his birthday, but it just felt wrong, idkidk. so here's charlie for you! also, i just watched welcome to willits! the movie itself was kinda not amazing, but possum was so silly 😭. he had me laughing my ass off the whole time, i can't wait to write about him. hope you enjoyed <3!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #angelsnkisses #mdni #charlie walker #scream #scream 4 #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #fem!reader #culkin cult

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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Flower in hell

warning : fluff, tiny hurt, insults, comfort, some touching without consent, no use of y/n

Euronymous x fem reader

Disclaimer : This is just a piece of fiction and is based on the movie and it's character. I don't want to glorify the real life events behind that the movie is based of.

masterlist-Rory's charcters, masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

Part.1

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She didn't really want to go into the shop, the shop with the eternal darkness as her mother called it. It was just a last resort for her father's birthday because she didn't have time to buy a present. But now she was here a few metres away from the record shop.

She could still hear her mother practically throwing her out of the house to look for a present. Apart from the fact that she had almost no idea what her father's bands were called, she didn't quite seem to match the outfit either.

Because it was still relatively warm in late summer, she had put on her white summer dress with embroidered daisies and a white cardigan, an outfit that not only showed off her favourite flower, but also brought her what felt like the only joy today.

But when she stopped for a moment in front of the first shop window and saw the customers inside, she knew she was definitely dressed wrong. Like a Ying and Yang she thought and seriously considered going back home and changing to avoid any beatings or attempts on her life.

Because like almost everyone in town, she believed that the metal fans had something to do with the church fires. Apart from the prejudices, she had never listened to the music. She knew that she was as good as lost.

Stopping in front of the next shop window, she saw the silver chains hanging inside, enclosing the new albums. The soundproof covers were mostly dark but she found it somehow fascinating in its own way.

Before she looked past the black fabric and saw that inside, next to the customers, the whole wall and the entire shop was kept in black. Only the individual album covers gave the shop a little colour, which was swallowed by the black. It won't be so bad, she thought, knowing the effect the metal fans had here.

She had seen the group walking around a time or two, she could still smell the beer, cigarettes and weed outside the shop. She knew that most of them were avoiding them.

Taking a last breath, she walked to the door and opened it. Immediately she was hit with a mix of smoke, wood, dust and beer mixed with the loud music playing in the shop.

She wasn't quite sure whether to cough, spin around and walk back out, or just pass out and let the ambulance drive her out of here. Just get it over with she thought to herself and went to the first shelf with the sound panels. Looking through the alphabetised compartments, she kept her gaze down.

She tried to block out the other shoppers and avoid contact as much as possible. But despite the loud music that could be heard coming from the shop, she could still hear the other shoppers talking. In the corner of her eye, she saw the salesman walk around behind the braid and step in her direction.

She was just about to turn the record around to look at the songs when he took it out of her hand. ,,The flower shop is one street over, Daisy," she heard the black-haired man say, looking at her dismissively.

She knew she should have been angry with him for his behaviour, should have listened to her mother and kept away from such people. But it was different, instead of hatred and rejection she felt fascination. Fascination about his appearance and looks.

The long, black, slightly wavy hair, the black clothes with the leather jacket that clung to his body to match the ammunition belt. The thing that completely captivated her, however, were his eyes. The bright blue eyes that seemed to be the only non-dark thing about him. It was like the infinite sky, as if she could look at him forever.

As if he had her in his hold. ,,I know where it is, but that's not why I'm here," she replied and tried to reach for the album. But the unknown man pulled it away from her and threw the record to his colleague, a man with long brown hair who sat down with it on a couch and watched TV.

She looked past the black-haired man and recognised Evil Dead. ,,Did you hear that, Faust, that's why the little flower isn't here?" he asked amusedly to the brown-haired man, who chuckled but didn't look away from the television. ,,What is she here for?" asked someone else who came out of a door.

He also had long brown hair and almost a confident grin on his lips. She shuddered when he looked at her. It was definitely a different look from the black-haired man. Not so much interested as almost obsessive. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him and went to another shelf instead.

She tried to ignore the stares of the three and continued looking for an album for her father. If only they knew she thought, biting her tongue to swallow a comment. Running her fingers over the albums she found a name that sounded familiar. ,,Scorpions" she mumbled and took out the album, she remembered well how her father had talked about the new album.

At least now she had an idea what she would buy him. She heard the laughter of the three as she walked towards the checkout. She stopped only when the black-haired man stood in her way again.

Saw how amused he was that she was getting more annoyed. Like a game of cat and mouse, he seemed to enjoy dragging it out. ,,Do you treat all your clients like this?" she asked him, clutching the album in her hand tighter so as not to lose it.

But this made the black-haired man smile before he stepped aside and bowed slightly to show her the way. ,,Only the customers who are really sexy" she heard him murmur and felt the goose bumps spread over her body.

For a moment he seemed too close to her. For a moment she felt his hand over hers before he pulled away from her and walked around her to finally stand behind the cash register.

Handing him the plate, she saw the one with the brown hair go up to the black-haired man and take it from him. ,,Scorpions is a disgrace, even a doll like you should know that...get lost" he hissed and seemed about to smash the record on the counter.

Angered by his cheeky and unkind manner towards her, she reached into her pocket and hammered a cash note onto the braid before snatching the album out of the surprised brown-haired man's hand. ,,Fuck you and your fucking shop you miserable cheeky bastard. It's not even for me, it's for my father, just fuck off!" she snapped at him.

Before turning on her heel and giving the three of them her middle finger before slamming the door behind her. ,,How can you be so rude?" she cursed outside as she made her way back to her house to finally get to the birthday party. Hoping that the cake would lift her spirits. She did not hear the door she had slammed open and close again.

Only when someone grabbed her wrist did she realise that someone was behind her. ,,What!" she shouted at the stranger and saw herself about to strike the brown-haired man. But she stopped and saw that it wasn't him. It was the black-haired one with the lovely eyes. ,,Here, you forgot your change," he said and put the money in her hand before looking around slightly nervously.

Surprised by him looking at her hand, she put the money in her pocket and gave a ,,Thank you", not expecting him to chase her for it. ,,No problem...I hope you don't take his words seriously, he's just an asshole" he apologised for his friend's behaviour in a calmer tone. He didn't make fun of her anymore and she believed his words.

Gave him a small smile as a thank you before she answered, ,,He's just an asshole like you said, it's okay". Silence fell between the two of them, not only did she seem to be starting to find it uncomfortable, but she could also tell by his slightly uncertain look that he seemed almost nervous. ,,I'm the owner of the shop, Euronymous by the way, and that asshole was a member of my band Mayhem," he said suddenly and she saw the pride in his gaze.

As he himself smiled slightly and she now knew exactly who was standing in front of her. Knew exactly where she was and when she had snapped at him inside. ,,True Norwegian Black Metal" she repeated his words and saw him looking at her in surprise.

Heard his amused giggle which made him seem kind of cute. ,,I didn't think a daisy had such good taste," she heard him say before he reached out to her dress. She felt him tracing the embroidery with his fingers. Not breaking eye contact she felt herself getting lost in his eyes again. As if he knew exactly what effect he had on her.

She felt him squeeze a little harder, almost deliberately, to test how far he could go. ,,I just know what I like," she said quieter and faintly than she had intended. As if her head had switched itself off and her body reacted on its own. Before he pulled away from her after a moment.

Knowing he had her. Knowing she would come back. ,,Then I hope you like my fucking shop and come back after all," he said goodbye to her as he bowed slightly again, making her smile. ,,Maybe I'll come back again sometime, it would be nice not to be insulted this time...but thank you Euronymous" she added before giving him a final wave before turning around to head back home.

But she was wrong, the cake didn't lift her spirits, she knew it was Euronymus who had lifted her spirits. Unaware that it would not be the last time she would find herself in his record store again.

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@mayhem-things

#fem reader #fluff #comfort #hurt #tiny hurt #non consensual touching #lords of chaos #lords of chaos 2018 #euronymous #euronymous x reader #x female reader #euronymous x fem reader #rory culkin #mayhem #no use of y/n

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kristennero-wallacewellsver · 10 months

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Jack Thurlow

again an appreciation post

Today I woke up in the morning and i decided that Jack was the boy that I wanted in my bed.

#jack thurlow #jack thurlow x fem!reader #jack goes home #rory culkin #jack thurlow × you #jack thurlow x reader #rory culkin x reader

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k1ll3rh0rr0r · 2 months

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“Forever Yours” — mean!dom!r!euro x innocent!not really!fem!reader

minors DNI, 18+ content under the cut

warnings — straight up filth, size kink, manhandling, use of the word “daddy”, euro speaking norwegian (my norwegian is horrible don’t come at me), this probably isn’t all of them, oh yeah, unprotected p in v.

tag list — @iiheartsai

You didn’t exactly read social ques very well. By that, I mean, you never picked up on flirting— At least until you went to a shitty dive bar with Øystein. You two were polar opposites with your pretty pink ruffles and bows, Euro was literally the embodiment of darkness, to you at least since he only really wore black. Even your personalities differed as you were happy and bubbly, he was cold and calloused— but when you were around, he almost always had his hands on a part of your body, whether it be your waist/hips or just holding your hand.

That’s how it should have been currently. Øystein went to go get another drink, leaving you with your bottle of water at a booth. You swung your feet happily, taking a small sip from the disposable bottle, looking up from your gaze to see someone sitting across from you. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone.” You narrowed your eyes, feeling reasonably uncomfortable. The man scoffed, “Clearly you are. Why don’t you and I head out of here?”

You gazed over to the bar, catching the eyes of a very stoic Euronymous, who, took his beer and slowly walked over.

“Hey, buddy, go get someone else, she’s coming home with me.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you should probably fuck off within the next five seconds.” Øystein just stared, causing the stranger to slowly leave. Euro sat in the booth next to you, his face having an unreadable expression of pure rage.

“Thanks, Øystein.” You smiled, causing him to pull cash out of his pocket and slap it on the table; “We’re leaving.”

That’s how you got here, in his apartment with his cock stuffed into you to the hilt. You whined, trying to grind against him which just caused you a soft smack. “You’re gonna fuckin’ sit here until I say so, doll.”

You whined, hooking your small thin arms around his neck, head buried into his chest. As much as he loved to tease you, he’s getting more sensitive by the minute. With a rather harsh thrust into your dripping core, he pulls your hips down into him. For every hard, fast thrust, he manages to force you into meeting his throbbing cock.

The sounds of babbling, slapping and Øystein’s grunts filled the room, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Ta det, alt sammen, tispe.”

By this point tears were streaming down your face from the force, on your third or fourth orgasm- it was when his hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him that a warm, sticky feeling filled your insides. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he cooed.

Your eyes were glazed over, not really thinking about anything but him. Just how he wanted it, and how it would always be.

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i am so sorry this is so short, i made my first fic finally :> this is for everyone who voted on last night’s poll btw.

#r!euronymous #mean!dom!euronymous x innocent!fem!reader #rory culkin smut #i ❤️ rory culkin #euro’s kind of down bad #sorry if this sucks ass english ain’t my first language.#lords of chaos #mary mary quite dumbassary

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icarus-star · 2 months

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me when i'm reading the most BANGIN fic on earth but then it has to be mentioned that reader is in fact a woman, wearing a dress, with long hair

#idk what i expect with fem!reader bein right in the title #☆arties diary #x reader #x male reader #fanfic #fan fiction #rory culkin x reader #gay #mlm

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deadgurlfilmz · 9 months

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Charlie Walker x fem!reader- smut

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summary- after a long night of trying to sleep you finally give up and ask your boyfriend for help but it doesn't go the way it was supposed to

warnings- swearing, making out, suggestive themes, getting caught

you couldn't sleep. you tried everything drinking warm milk before bed, laying in every position you could think of, listening to ASMR but nothing was working. but you had an idea you grabbed you phone of your bedside table and scrolled through your contacts until you found your boyfriend Charlies name you messaged him.

y/n- hey char, you awake?

it didn't take him long to respond.

char<3- hey babe what's up?

y/n- I cant sleep...

y/n- could you help;)

char<3- I would love to but Robbie is here

y/n- char you know I can be quiet

char<3- fine. do you need me to pick you up?

y/n- No its okay<3

you quickly got out of bed running to put on your crocs (in sport mode obvi) you ran down the stairs grabbing your keys and going to your car.

the drive to Charlies was not long you had the windows rolled down , wind blowing through your hair. The aux was blasting trust by Brent Faiyaz (his music is so GOODDD😫)

you parked your car in the walkers residences driveway. then making your way to charlies bedroom window.

In front of the Walker residence there is a big oak tree and if you climbed the right branches you could make it directly outside Charlie's window.

You knocked on Charlie's window to get his attention, he jamp at the sudden noise but waved when he saw his sleep deprived girlfriend.

"Hey baby" he said taking your hand leading you into his room.

"Hi char" you said then closing the window behind you.

"Where's Robbie?" You asked

"I managed to persuade him into the spare room down the hall" he said with a smirk

Charlie pulled you in for a kiss, his lips are so soft and tasted like cola chapstick. But during the kiss you felt something hard poking your upper thigh

You looked how to see the growing tent in Charlie's pyjama pants.

"Ohhh someone's exited to see me" you said while palming his erection.

Charlie let out a whimper (probably a lot louder than he should have with Robbie only a room away) "fuckk y/n I need you"

"Need you to char" you pushed Charlie onto the bed so he was laying on his back then you started to strip the only thing you kept on was your bra.

Charlie pulled his pants down enough so he could free his aching cock. You crawled on the bed straddling Charlie you placed your hands on his chest as you sunk down onto his leaking member.

"Baby your so tight" Charlie moaned (this time definitely to loud)

As you started to bounce but Charlie's bedroom door opened.

"Charlie are you okay? I thought I could hear you in pain." Robbie looked over to see you riding Charlie his face was covered in shock

"What on earth have I stumbled into?" Robbie asked himself. "Oh hello y/n L/n fancy seeing you here" Robbie chuckled

"ROBBIE LEAVE" Charlie shouted as he put his hands up to cover your almost exposed chest from Robbie.

"No, no guys carry on pretend im not here" Robbie smirked

"ROBBIE FUCKING LEAVE" you shouted

"Jeez okay I'm leaving" Robbie put his hands up to try defend himself

When Robbie left for the spare room you got off Charlie and started dressing.

"What a fucking cockblock" Charlie said pulling his pants up.

"Y'know that's probably the most action he's gotten like ever" you giggle

Charlie laughs with you as he's getting under the sheets.

"spend the night?" Charlie asks

"Of course char" you say climbing into bed with him.

#Charlie Walker x reader #Charlie Walker x fem!reader #charlie walker #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #scream #scream franchise #scream 4 #charlie walker smut #smut

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joshlmbrt · 14 days

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i am in the middle of a charlie walker brainrot so. hear me out on this req. what if he had the biggest crush on the reader, like writing all his thoughts about reader in a diary or something. and reader finds the diary. you can decide the rest

charlie walker brainrot you say? (i am as well). thank you for this request!! sorry it took so long! i hope i do it justice! <3 w; fem!reader - anyone can read though, i barely use descriptions :) (you can change the pronouns to your liking!) fluffy!

the door flies open, causing your brows to lift slightly and charlie’s hair to jostle at the movement.

“did you forget i was coming?”

“what? no, no. of course not. i-i was just - uh - i was finishing up on homework.”

wrong.

he was writing in his journal about how you looked today and how he could barely even speak. he’d gotten every answer wrong when called on because he was only thinking about you.

“mhm,” your left brow stays slightly lifted as you give an accusatory up and down causing him to shift on his legs. “so… are we gonna watch those cheesy horror movies you picked out? or do you want me to just stand on your doorstep?”

he thinks you’re serious or upset with him, but he notices the teasing smile that makes its way onto your face. “no. sorry. come in,” he walks away. “i’ll get started on popping some popcorn and getting some other snacks. any drinks?”

“cherry coke?” you’re already halfway up the steps, stopping just to peek into the kitchen over the railing.

“of course.” he nods, watching you disappear up the steps. he lets out a little sigh, tossing the unpopped kernels into the microwave, pressing 2, the smell of butter filling his nose.

meanwhile, you make yourself comfortable on his flannel sheets, rolling onto your stomach and grabbing the tapes on his nightstand he had rented for your movie night, a journal falling to the ground.

‘DO NOT OPEN’ was written with black ink, several lines going over the lettering which makes it look slightly indented.

your brows lift, head tilting as you pick it up from the ground. your eyes cast a look towards the door you’d kept slightly open, before looking back towards the journal that you’re clearly not gonna look in.

you chew at the inside of your cheek, letting out a dejected sigh. “sorry, charlie…” he shouldve had a locked diary at least.

your interest was piqued when you noticed a little doodle on the first page. charlie was quiet about his talents - writing? wonderful. small drawings or doodles? believe it or not, he was great at them.

your fingers run over the doodle of yourself, a small smile pulling at your lips. you slowly turn the page and read the date before the chicken scrawl that was charlie walker’s handwriting.

‘it’s infuriating really - how she doesn’t know. about how i crave the affection she can give me, yet i still run from it. it’s not her fault really, she didn’t decide to be a loveable creature with pretty eyes and-‘

the journal is yanked from your hands, your eyes wide as you stare at charile who’s face is red and eyes turned down in embarrassment.

“can’t you read?” he points to the front.

“i definitely can…” you nod. “i… did you mean those things?”

he lets his shoulders slump and allows himself to sit next to you because this is probably the last time you’d want to be around a creep like him.

nothing he wrote or drew is remotely something an actual creep would do - yet he can’t help but think about how disgusted you might feel.

“yeah,” he shrugs. “for…for awhile - i think?” he never looks up once and you wish he would so you can look at him. “i…im sorry. i know you probably don’t like the way i wrote about you or-or-”

“charlie…” your hand reaches for his. he finally looks up, hesitating and pursing his plush red lips. you smile softly, your thumb moving along his knuckles as you scoot closer. “can i… kiss you?”

his brain short circuits and his lips part, brows lifting slightly at the words because he wasn’t expecting you to say that. “i…uh, yeah. sure. why not?”

you smile at his stumbled on words, leaning closer, eyes fluttering close as your lips brush against his. it’s hesitant because it’s still so new. his lips press against yours finally, hand reaching up and cupping your cheek with more sure movements.

he sucks in a deep breath, tilting his head and your head the way he wants to go, thumb pressing into the soft skin of your flushed cheek. you smile against his lips, pulling away slowly and resting your forehead against his.

“does…that mean you like me too?”

you laugh softly, your own hands lifting and tucking his hair behind his ears before holding his cheeks and rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “i believe it does, walker.”

#cherry writes ✿#charlie walker x fem!reader #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x you #rory culkin x fem!reader #rory culkin x reader

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quicksilversg1rl · 10 months

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why is he literally “tee hee 🤭”

#rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #kappa x fem!reader #kappa rory culkin #charlie walker #gabriel 2014 #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow #bbg rory culkin

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 8 months

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

Pure Fucking Armaggedon

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

Pairing: Dead x fem!Reader x Euronymous

Word Count: ~3.7k

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

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

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

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

Tagging the horny horde:

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

Could you stomach it anymore

Could you stand to be a breath away

Can you feel the way your face distorts

Did you think that it could be this way

- Stomach It By Crywolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos #jack kilmer #euronymous x reader #euronymous smut #euronymous #dead lords of chaos #euronymous x fem!reader #dead x fem!reader #jack kilmer smut #jack kilmer x fem!reader #mayhem fic #mayhem

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444rockstargf · 7 months

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kappa making u (preferbs black reader?) feel better after you get all possessive and jealous with the best way he knows how, fucking your guts out, saying stuff like “lemme make it up to you baby” “you know it didn’t mean anything” and as he’s sliding into u he’s like “you still mad at me mama? am I not doin good enough?” even tho you’re literally shaking and crying and holding onto him like a koala (I LUVVVVVV UR KAPPA STUFF girl)

yes!! finally a black reader request 😩

"jealous girl." | kappa

jealous girl. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl

female!reader x kappa

word count: 797

contents: doggystyle, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, missionary

your head was buried in your pillow as you braced yourself for yet another round of painful pleasure. you gripped your bed sheets as your back arched from another orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, your moans being muffled as you tried your best to keep quiet.

kappa fucked you from behind with more intention than usual, watching your ass recoil with each quick thrust. he looked at the way his slimy cock disappeared into you as his fingers massaged your sensitive bud. he saw the way you were trying to suppress your noises. “aw c’mon sugar… you can’t still be mad at me.” he pressed his thumb onto your clit in an attempt to get a reaction out of you. you shivered, bringing a smile to his face.

his cock stuffed you full as your cum dripped down his balls and completely coated your inner thighs. you refused to lift your head from the pillow as it filled with the sound of your sweet moans. he pouted, seeing how stubborn you were being. “at least look at me, doll. i’m trying to make it all up to you. you know i hate it when you’re upset.” his voice dripped with a mix of sincerity and lust.

he kneaded the tight skin of your ass, running his fingers over your smooth skin. you could hear the slapping sound of his thrusts, and they just made you even more desperate to have every inch of him inside of you. you couldn’t admit it, but everything about his technique at that moment was perfect.

his hips were slapping into yours at the perfect place, hitting the gooey core inside of you each time he went back in. you had gone completely drunk on his cock, feeling as liquid seeped out of your hole and dripped down to the already soaked mattress. you lifted your head for a moment to get a breath of air, and he took the opportunity to pound into you even faster, finally being able to hear your unmuffled noises.

kappa saw how you’d drenched the pillow with your tears and drool, knowing how good he was making you feel, though you were too stubborn to admit it. “s-still not doin good enough for you..?” he said between deep groans. you were still able to sense the cockiness in his voice. unable to respond with anything due to your brain being completely fucked out, you simply let out a low groan. “f-fuck you…”

he chuckled softly. “already doing that, sugar… why don’t you turn around for me, hm? let me see that pretty face of yours…” without you getting a word out, he flipped you around and pushed himself onto you, now fucking you in missionary position. somehow, this felt even better than before, his cock getting buried even deeper now.

he used a hand to keep your legs spread apart, squeezing your thigh in the process. he stirred his cock inside of your tight walls, watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head with that simple movement. he felt your pussy pulsate around his length as a response. “oh, is that the spot, doll? want me to do it again?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded frantically as incohesive sobs came out of your parted lips.

“well, you’ve gotta ask nicely, sugar. i wanna hear that you’re not mad anymore.” this treatment was killing you, but your desperation overpowered your anger at this point. “again! p-please..!” your legs shook aggressively as he repeatedly shoved his cock into your wet sticky pussy. “of course, baby. just wanna make you feel good…” he hit that spot over and over again until your cum covered the base of his cock.

you closed your eyes as you clawed at his back, surely drawing blood. another orgasm was just in your grasp. his thrusts became sloppy and inconsistent as he raspily groaned your name repeatedly. he buried his head in your shoulder as he felt your tight walls crushing his length once again. though it was extremely difficult, he continued to fuck you through your orgasm even though his cock was completely raw.

your body melted into the bed as you finally felt him pull out of you. you closed your eyes as your chest heaved, trying to regain your composure. kappa looked at his cock, which was completely red and sore before laying down beside you. he gave you a thoughtful glance. “still mad at me, doll?” you still refused to look at him, but you shook your head.

he pulled you in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, earning a little smile out of you. no matter how hard-headed you were, he knew how to get you every time.

author's note: i love kappa even though he had 2 seconds of screen time. he's my bbg :))

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #kappa black mirror #kappa smut #kappa #kappa x reader #black mirror #culkin cult #smut #mdni #x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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truefant4sy · 4 months

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Danny cooper x black reader headcannons

Sfw and nsfw⬇️⬇️⬇️

"mama" but in the most beast boy way possible

SFW:

•For starters. He is just such a kitten like litterally he will lay on top of you and just nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while slightly purring

And he’s such a sleepy boy so this is a constant thing and the minute you try to move he will get so upset :( “danny I have to pee please let me get up” “one more minute please”

•He’s also really good at cleaning. Surprisingly. He actually finds it very calming so if you come home to the house smelling like bleach and more he probably was very anxious

•he also really enjoys playing with your hair (braids,locs,weaves, etc) he enjoys the texture and how nice it feels and of course you love how it feels to feel his cold finger tips on your scalp and when he first asked it went a lot like “Y/n ?” “Yes Danny?” “Can I play with your hair…please?”

•always makes sure to tie/strap your heels or shoes for you because he thinks as long as you guys are together (forever) you should never have to do anything

•and when your gone at work or on a trip he will spray your perfume on his pillow and cuddle it because he misses your scent and your body so much. And might cry a bit too because he’s such a sensitive boy but when you come back he’s like a happy little puppy and he’s just all over you kissing and licking at you

•he also CANNOT get enough cuddles like he will try to keep you in bed with him all day if he can and if you get out of bed to get ready for work he will whine and beg for you to come back “baby just call off today please?” Or “just stay with me love”.

NSFW:

•he whines during sex so fucking much especially when he’s on top because not only is he deeper inside you this way but he gets to see all of the pretty faces you make as you get spilt open on his hard big cock

•I also feel like his cock is about 5 inches soft 7 hard two prominent veins a few on the top and it’s just so pink. And he’s very nicely shaven. (And he's very proud of it)

•will beg for you to ride him. Like if your sitting on the couch doing some work he will get on his hands and knees and just beg for you to ride him because he’s horny “mama please…” “no Danny you see that I’m working” “but you can take a break for me baby” “no I cant.” And he will continue to beg until you decide to ride him to the heavens

•he has also stolen your used underwear more than once. He had taken pictures of them, smelt them, masturbated using them, and more and yet he still can’t get enough of your scent.

Doms every now and then but he really doesn't prefer it but if you just happen to do something that just makes him REALLY want to punish you then you might as well just pray now because he WILL not stop until you say that safe word (which you never do)

and will eat you out till you cry just because he was bored.

#black reader #rory culkin #euronymous smut #charlie walker x black!reader #fem reader #danny cooper

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josibunn · 8 months

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“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

* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*༺♡༻ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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

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