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lana-myparadise · 5 months

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#ultraviolence era #ultraviolence #lana del rey #edit #lana #lizzy grant #ldr #lana del ray #lizzy

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angeldoll4ever · 11 months

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Lana Del Rey performing "Body Electric" (2013)

#lana del rey #ldr #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #coquette #coquette aesthetic #coquette core #2014 grunge #2014 tumblr #girl interrupted #black swan #sadgirl #born to die #born to die paradise edition #summertime sadness #ultraviolence #lizzy grant #ultraviolence era #born to die era

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maniccherrygirl · 4 months

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Ultraviolence will always be my favorite era

#girlblogging #lana del rey #girlhood #coquette #sylvia plath #lizzy grant #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #sadgirl #female hysteria #ultraviolence #ultraviolence era #gone girl #girl interrupted syndrome #femme fatale #gloomy coquette #this is what makes us girls #bpd #black swan #melancholia

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mia-w4llace · 7 months

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in my ultraviolence era rn

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444rockstargf · 3 months

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BROOKLYN BABY. - euronymous

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: brooklyn baby. - ultraviolence

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: my boyfriend's in a band...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

female!reader x r!euronymous

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contents: mentions of sex, some fluff, cheating, emotional euro

they all said that you were too young to love him. wherever you went with him, you could feel the stares of judgment following your every step. your friends, family, and even his bandmates couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that you were with the lord of darkness himself. but he made you feel free. like a raven and a dove. opposites truly did attract.

you often wondered about how odd it was when you stumbled across him. you were a cool, careless teenager with a love for metal that you couldn’t explain. then you saw him, his dark long hair, that icy gaze, and the way his fingers danced across those electric frets. you could churn out and endless amount of novels just on how effortlessly he caught your eye that night.

then it was official. your heavy metal, goth boyfriend was in a band. you felt superior knowing that you were dating the eye candy that shredded on stage. and when you were alone, he’d play his guitar quietly as you sang to him. behind closed doors, you would decorate his hair with bows, roses, and even feathers, getting him all dolled up for you as slow music played in the background. you listened to all the records he owned, whether they were his or not, and teased him whenever you came across something that wasn’t death metal.

you got down to all sorts of music, but smooth jazz had put a chokehold around him. he would go from rocking out to metal, to fucking you senseless as you played your jazz collection for him, his cock pounding into you as he buried his head into your chest, holding you tenderly. his rough exterior melted away instantly as he felt your warm breath running down his neck, your sweet whimpers sounding like music to his ears as he filled you up so, so well.

the criticism never went away. you were young and ignorant, not knowing the consequence that could come with associating with him. you knew how dumb you were, opening your heart to such a dangerous man without a second thought. but you knew him in a way that no one else could understand. they could paint you and him in a bad light all they wanted, but you didn’t give a damn.

he was the thing that you had been missing your whole life. you were like fire and water, like the wind and the sea. he burned up, and you cooled him down, helping him enjoy the little things in life, even though he was too blind to see. though your relationship was frowned upon, you knew it was perfect. you’re opposites simply allowed you to understand each other on a tangible level.

but times had changed, and soon enough your boyfriend became the hottest thing in town. the crowd in his concerts had doubled, then tripled in size, and he began drawing in a new audience. girls who didn’t actually care about music, or the art that went into it. they wanted to be as cool as he was and roll around in his sheets for a little. but he loved the attention. he basked in all the glory, and even gave into the groupies every once in a while. you had confronted him many times, but he never liked the way you said it. you had brought him up to where he was today, and if he didn’t appreciate it, he could just forget it.

the word spread across town like wildfire. “did you hear, my boyfriend’s in that band.” you heard it around countless times from hundreds of girls a day. you still showed up at his concerts, but you didn’t know why the hell you bothered. you always caught a glimpse of him after a show, his hand up a different girl’s skirt every day. you fucking hated it.

he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying the publicity, but he was unable to shake the memory of you from his mind. with he new girl he brought to his place and threw out just as quickly, he felt a new part of his heart starting to ache. you had loved him when he was nothing, and he discarded you as soon as he turned into somebody. he had turned into the exact thing that he swore against, and he hated himself for it.

he saw you in the crowd one night, hands shoved in your pockets as you focused on everything but him. he’d made plans for after the show, but he spotted you walked alone and he had to take his take. he ran up behind you, sheepishly tapping you on the shoulder. you turned around, meeting his gaze with your own, your expression instantly hardening. he backed down a little, looking at the ground and fidgetting with the zipper of his dark leather jacket.

you scowled as he met your eyes. he tries to smile, but it comes out as a grimace. “l-long time no see. how’ve you been?” you could tell that he was struggling to make conversation, so you softened your face a little. “guess you’re famous and all that.” you flick the dark red guitar pick necklace that hung from his neck. the one that you had given him all those months ago. his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he clears his throat. “yeah…” he looks down at the necklace. “i never do a show without it. brings me good luck or something.”

you smile a little, rolling your eyes. “so that’s what’s helping you bring all these girls in, huh?” your tone was laced with bitterness, and his face fell once more. he took a deep shaky breath, trying to find his words. “about that, i owe you an apology. i-i…” he swallows hard. “it was real shitty of me to leave you like that. i think about it every day and… i’ve missed you.” you smirk a little, giving him a light slap on his chest. “so, the lord of darkness isn’t so cool now?” he shyly brushs his hair out of his face, feeling his heart throb. “not as cool as you, baby.”

with that, he scooped you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his heart melting as it filled with the sensation that it had missed so dearly. a small crowd had gathered around you, murmuring, but you didn’t care. he was all yours once again.

author's note: it wont let me update the stupid masterlist yall :))

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #lana del rey #euronymous #lords of chaos #smut #brooklyn baby #euronymous smut #fluff #ultraviolence era #ultraviolence #ultraviolence vibes #ultraviolence lana del rey #ultraviolence album

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fa3n · 1 year

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fashv4mp · 3 months

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Lana Del Rey X Skims 🎀💄💋🥀

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sadgirl-111 · 10 months

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ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

Lana del rey fan aestheticㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

#sadgirl #hot girl shit #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #femme fatale #female hysteria #female gaze #Female beauty #coquettecore #coquette aesthetic #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #ultraviolence era #light femininity #im pretty when i cry #i feel like im fucking crazy

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individuality-complex · 1 year

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thinking about lana with a fringe.

#girlblogging #feminism #literature #the perks of being a wallflower #phoebe bridgers #phoebe waller bridge #the smiths #sadgirl #fleabag #derry girls #lana del fucking rey #lanadelrey #lana del rey #ultraviolence era #honeymoon #i love lana del rey #lana del bae #lana del rey aka lizzy grant #lizzy grant

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cinnobae · 1 year

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ultraviolence.

☆☆☆

all of these are used for my phone bg/wallpaper icons/safari bg loool

can u tell what my fav lana era is …?

#ultraviolence #lana del rey #dark #femme #femme fatale #coquette #lana del ray aesthetic #lana stan #wallpaper #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del slay #lana is god #lana del ray icons #ultraviolence era

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slvtk1ssgrrrl · 7 months

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New little game I thought of! Calling Lana girls for this one.

Tell us the favourite from each Lana Ray album! (excluding unreleased and cherry cola ep)

Mine!—

1. BORN TO DIE — Video Games

2. PARADISE — Ride

3. ULTRAVIOLENCE — Ultraviolence

4. HONEYMOON — Honeymoon

5. LUST FOR LIFE — Heroin

6. NORMAN FUCKING ROCKWELL — Venice Bitch

7. CHEMTRAILS OVER THE COUNTRY CLUB — Chemtrails Over The Country Club

8. BLUE BANISTERS — Living Legend

9. DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE’S A TUNNEL UNDER OCEAN BLVD — Peppers

tags 💌: @bellaturner @bellaluvsalex @missfreakystyley @turnerswifey4lifey @ismiledinthebakery @turnersliilbabyy @turnerscortina, and anyone else who wants to do this!

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i-carrion-icarian · 2 months

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You can say what you really want You can say what you really think Just say goodbye to the sweet Pacific Goodbye to your lonely queen

#unreleased lana #lana del rey #unreleased song #ultraviolence era #audio #soundcloud #mine #can't stand the woman but she makes a good tune #SoundCloud

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betterluck-nextt1me · 9 days

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literally me

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lanadelreysashtray · 11 months

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mia-w4llace · 5 months

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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Can you make a kappa or euro fic where they absolutely hate each other and it’s like brothers best friend and it’s just hate sex PLEASE

"you're my cult leader." | kappa

ultraviolence. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl @vanlisbon @oliviah-25 @livingdead-reilly @yungbloodsuxca @imoonkiss @lankysimp @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526

female!reader x kappa

word count: 1.2k

contents: kappa & reader are exes, unprotected p in v, a little degardation, a little praise, manipulation, angst if you squint

typical gang activity became complicated when your cult leader just so happened to be your ex-boyfriend. you used to be his eye candy, his dumb little baby, and his most prized possession. but he had decided that it’d be best for him to keep his eyes on what really mattered, and it wasn’t you.

that’s where the ups and downs of being in his cult came in. you couldn’t escape his occasional glances, the sound of his hypnotic voice that had whispered such dirty things to you, and the way he acted like a complete manwhore, dressing in rags that specifically gave you a view of the toned biceps that used to wrap around your neck.

but you could fuck around with whoever you wanted a could be one hundred percent certain that it would circle back to him, making him green with envy even though he could never admit that.

he acted nonchalant and bitter, which hurt you even more considering the way he used to open up to you about every little thing. you hated him, but you hated the thought of being the one to crawl back even more. so you couldn’t help but wonder how you had gotten in the position you were in now, face shoved into a drool-stained pillow with kappa’s gigantic rod drilling into your cock deprived hole.

you could tell he was livid by the way he thrust into you, bruising your gooey walls as he landed a harsh slap onto your ass.

“good to know i can make turn my baby back into a dumb little bitch with my cock.” he growled as he shoved his fingers down your throat, making you gag around him. his voice dripped with suppressed bitterness and you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for riling him up to this point.

you’d been at a normal heist, dressed like a slut from a bad porn. that would’ve been more than enough to catch his eye, but you decided to take an extra step and walk into the room with epsilon’s hand on your ass as an act of rebellion. as predicted, your plan had worked. after weeks of not interacting with you, he grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you into an empty bedroom, slamming the door shut and pinning you to it by the neck.

he could’ve killed you right there, but he picked you up bridal-style and tossed you onto the bed, kissing you roughly as he tore off the pieces of your minimal clothing one by one, whipping out his rock-hard pistol and wasting no time as he shoved it into you.

he had been tossing you around like a worthless sack, using your body as a way to release months of tension. you were sitting on his lap with his cock deep in your stomach as bubbles of your spit cascaded down his fingers, all the way down to where his other hand gripped your breast until it went pale.

“how many other people have you fucked, huh?” he flipped you around, shoving you into the mattress as you sobbed and whimpered out inaudible words as a response. he cock throbbed inside of you. yes, he was angry, but the sight of you in such a submissive and vulnerable state made his heart flutter.

“i’ve been goin’ fucking crazy, y’know? seeing you get hotter every day while i’ve been falling apart without you.” he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, spitting on them and moving his hand under you to rub sloppy circles onto your pulsating clit.

you were a mess underneath him, nails clawing at the mattress and your back arching as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you. his hips slapped against the sore skin of your ass as his groans echoed through the room. “you’ll never find anyone more perfect for you than me, you hear? no one will ever be able to make you feel the way i do, to touch you the way i do, to make your body feel the way i make it…”

you screamed into the pillow as his words rang through your mind. you hated that he was right. that he had you completely at his mercy like a doll, but he had also revealed that you had been on his mind ever since.

his manipulation tactics always had you wrapped around his finger, and you thought that you’d finally broken free. how foolish you had been. he pulled himself out of you, making your hole feel the loss of his cock. he flipped you around again, but with a little more care. he met your large, teary eyes with a look that could be mistaken for remorse or pity with just a sprinkle of hatred on top.

he grabbed your jaw roughly, bringing your face less than an inch away from his as he spoke darkly to you. “spit it out, bitch. you already find someone better than me? have you found someone else that’ll put up with a goddamn whore like you?” the tip of his cock teased the entrance of your hole, making you shudder.

you spoke, your voice thick with tears. “y-yeah, maybe i have. maybe i’ve found someone that’ll treat me better than you ever have!” his eyes clouded with hostility and he shoved you back onto the bed, landing himself on top of you and shoving his fist into your tight pussy, making you scream out.

he fucked you vigorously with his fist, his hot breath hitting your ear. “listen to me and listen good, whore. you can hate me as much as you want for whatever fucking reason, but no one will ever love you as much as i do.” his words sunk in as you felt a familiar sensation bubbling through your core, legs shaking as you felt yourself reaching your climax.

his rhythm was torturous. you wanted to beg him to stop but secretly hoped that he never would. with a few more pumps, you found yourself crying out, moaning slurred words as you came all over his arm. tears ran down your face as you tossed your head back, nails digging into the toned flesh of his back, surely drawing blood.

all your senses disabled temporarily as you felt your body emptying itself out onto him, your entire figure trembling from the stimulation. he pulled his fist out of you, giving your puffy clit a slap as he grabbed your jaw once again, this time to kiss you.

it was a needy, desperate one. one that told you how much he really missed you more than his words ever could. his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your cheeks as cum poured down your thighs.

he was never the type to perform any aftercare, but he left the room and gave you some time to rest, collect your thoughts as he had said. you lay there in a puddle of your own fluids, mind racing with thoughts of what you had just done.

nothing had changed and you knew that the resentment between you two was there to stay. but he was right about one thing: no matter what had happened between you, he still loved you more than anything.

author's note: sorry for losing sight of the plot yall

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #smut #rory culkin kappa #kappa black mirror #kappa x reader #kappa smut #ultraviolence era #ultraviolence vibes #ultraviolence album #ultraviolence lana del rey #ultraviolence #lana del rey

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