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💥STALEMATE💥

Pairing: Hellhammer x Fem!Reader

Synopsis You and Hellhammer had always had quite an intense relationship. Now when you try and be civil with one another, it all is disrupted by his missed rehearsal

Warning/s: Pure smut, slight using, colourful language, descriptive, heavy use of imagery

The room was filled with the sounds of panting and moaning, raw black metal blasting through the record player as he fucked you mercilessly.

You're head was buried in the pillows of his bed, cunt spasming with sensitivity as he spanked it quickly with his cigarette dangled softly from his lips.

"Yeah, you like that darling?" You rest your cheek on the pillowcase, moaning sweetly up towards him as he snickers quietly at your eyes rolling back. "Fucking slut"

He give your pussy another firm spank, eliciting a breathless gasp and almost immediately you get up and reach your hands back to force him to stop spanking in fear of cumming and ruining the sheets.

He does not give a fuck. His thick, veiny arms pin you down in place, effectively manhandling you before finger fucking you stupid.

"Holy shit, you look so fucking metal" He snickers, referencing how his middle and ring finger disappeared inside you and formed devil horns. The facial expressions and pink cheeks that came with it were just a bonus to him.

He's completely entranced by this entire arrangement, biting his lip with utter fascination at the soft squelching noises your flower makes.

Leaning down, he rests his mouth upon your clit, releshing in the innocent sounds escaping from your parted lips. His pace is slow, passionate. A stark contrast to his usual bitchy behaviour when he's with his friends.

He sucks and licks languidly, nose nudging your clit as he breathes you in from your most sinful areas. Your hands are in his hair, urging him with tight tugs and a gentle guidance and before you know it, he's aggressively pinning you down and trying to make your bodily fluids a natural scent.

He has so many missed calls from the Black Circle, despite them being only a couple blocks away from his apartment. 3 hours and he keeps eating you out agressively, trying to bury his face in as deep as he could into your slick, wet folds.

As soon as he does part, a trail of cum connects his lips to your ruined pussy whilst he caresses your puffy cheeks and now greasy hair.

"You look so perfect right now" he murmurs quietly, peppering soft bites along your back and neck before another call from Euronymous puts him back in his bitchy mood.

He leaves you on his bed, grabbing his leather jacket and heading over to Helvete in annoyance. So much for spending some time with him.

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Date: 03/05/2025

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🕷🔆LOOK ALIVE, SUNSHINE🔆🕷

Pairing: Party Poison x Fem!Housewife!Reader

Synopsis You're a housewife who relies on your husband to keep your standard of living afloat near Zone 3. Regularly you pay Party Poison, the mechanic, to come over and fix the broken pipes whilst your husband picks fights for no reason and complains. After assessing the situation, Party gives you a proposition, to run away from your current life.

Warning/s: Fluff, colourful language, BL/ind implication, slight cheating, abusive husband

You're propped up on the kitchen counter, watching Party fix your sink. He'd been here for the past few months now, busy with fixing things that had coincidently broken. Occasionally he'd get paid with your husband's money, but other days he had to leave empty handed due to the frequent outlashes, arguements and your husband's drinking problem. He turns his head up to look at you, while fixing the sink.

"Hey, how did you manage to mess up this sink this bad?" He asked in a playful manner, his usual smile plastered on his face.

"I have no clue, Jared just said to call you"

"Well, if that fool husband of yours wasn't too busy drinking all the time, he could maybe fix things around himself every once in a while," Party sighs bitterly as he works, tightening a few screws into place before testing it to see how stable the pipe is.

"This time, we'll definitely pay you" You earn a scoff in response, Party not even looking at you as he speaks up sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah, you always say that and look where we ended up. I'm starting to think you're just trying to get me to do free labor." He doesn't catch onto your guilty expression, still fiddling with random nuts and bolts under the sink, occasionally sighing in annoyance.

"I can steal his card if you want?" You fiddle with the hem of your sundress, shifting on your feet out of nervousness before he looks at you for a fleeting moment, contemplating your offer. Then, after a while, he shakes his head.

"No, I don't need you to steal anything. It's fine, I don't want you getting into trouble because of me." His voice is soft, smooth. It was a tad strange, not having him speak firmly with you in the same strained way Jared did. Then again, Party was always the calm and stoic type. He had a certain authoritative aura to him, something Jared failed to replicate properly.

"Are you sure?" He nods, giving you a small smile as he gets back to cleaning excess oil off the sink with the dirty, pink rag.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, I don't want you to get in trouble just because you're tired of your husband's useless ass." The pair of you fall into a comfortable silence, Party clearly focused on the sink in front of him. He was always like that. Completely lost in his own world when he became focused on certain tasks. It was endearing in a way.

"You want me to fix you some lunch? You look absolutely famished" You softly murmur, bending slightly on the counter. Pausing for a moment, he looks over at you with a slightly lingering expression.

"Uh, yeah, sure. That'd be great, thanks." He tries to keep his tone casual, finishing up with the sink and standing up straight, wiping my hands clean on his jeans. He couldn't help but feel a little awkward under your gaze. Why did you have to look at him like that? Nevertheless, he just observed you with curiosity, watching as you started on pancakes and going to retrieve a beer from the fridge.

"You know, I never would've pegged you as the cooking type," His eyesbrows raise at his own remark, trying to make conversation while leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Why ever not? I'm literally a housewife" Party shrugs nonchalantly, watching you mix the pancake batter, hair perfectly framing your face.

"I don't know, you just seem more high fashion than housewife, no offense."

"None taken darls" He smiles smally at the nickname, turning his head back to the setting sun and he speaks in a more intimate tone, both of you initiating eye contact.

"So, housewife, huh? Tell me, what do you do all day while your husband's out getting drunk?"

"Feed the cat, read, garden..." The corners of his mouth squint up into a bright smile, looking over your shoulder as he murmurs playfully.

"You sound like a grandma" He immediately earns a hit to his chest and he starts giggling mischeviously before grasping your hand and holding it to his chest. "Hey, I'm not judging. Just poking a little fun, that's all. A pretty girl like you being stuck in a house all day sounds like a waste. You ever thought about doing something more adventurous?"

For a moment he has you thinking, your hand still on his chest as he stares down into your eyes expectantly. The chemistry between with you both was palpable and for the first time in a long time, you felt as though adrenaline has taken hold of you in a pleasurable way...

"Give me an example" You tilt your head, still skeptical about all the idea of living in the zones, constantly fighting for your life against a corrupt government organisation. It all seemed a bit much really.

"Oh, you know. Exciting things. Like...I don't know, fighting off Draculoids, running from the City, living on the edge kind of stuff."

"I guess I never really thought about it long term" By now you're really close, his tall frame peering over your shoulder, covered in grease and motor oil but still looking no less than attractive.

"You should think about it. Your life sounds pretty damn boring, if you ask me." He watches you set his pancakes down on the table, taking the seat opposite him.

"Thanks," He replies, before starting to dig in. It only takes him a couple of bites, savoring the taste before looking up at you. "Not bad. You can cook, I'll give ya that much."

"Thank you" You smile back sweetly towards him and he locks eyes with you once more. He remains like that for a moment, deep in thought before clearing his throat and going back to eating.

"You know," He starts but he doesn't know how to suggest this without sounding like a complete and utter fool "You can run away with me... anytime you want"

He doesn't meet your eyes immediately in fear of rejection but the suggestion lingers between you both with charged tension. Finally, he catches onto your hesitant expression and waits for you to speak.

"I.. I wouldn't want to leave Jared..." His expression morphs into one of disappointment as he stares at you with a far away look.

"You'd rather stay with that deadbeat husband of yours?" He watches your quiet expression, and just looks back at his now finished plate, nodding to himself in exasperation. "Why? Why would you stay with someone who drinks away all his money, doesn't take care of his own goddamn house..."

"I'm scared of what he'll do" Party's expression softens, and he leans forward a bit in his chair, looking at you with a mixture of concern and determination.

"He hits you, doesn't he." His words half statement, half question.

"Only when he's drunk"

"That doesn't make it any better, you know that right? He shouldn't be putting a goddamn hand on you, regardless of whether he's drunk or not. You shouldn't have to live in fear." Noticing your tense expression, he moves his hand over yours, thumb absent-mindedly stroking your knuckles. "You don't have to stay with him, you know. You could leave. Come with me, I'll take care of you."

The silence that follows his suggestion is deafening, and for a few moments, neither of you speak. Party's mind races with a maelstrom of emotions, uncertain of how you would respond to his offer.

"I... I don't know," Your voice is soft, hesitant, and Party can see the turmoil in your eyes. He can feel his heart sink slightly at your response, knowing damn well what the right answer should have been.

"Come on," He pushes, a hint of desperation in his voice. "What's holding you back? Please, you don't deserve to live like this." Your gaze remains fixed on Party, a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability in your eyes. It's a long moment before Party speaks up, his voice unusually soft and quiet. He reaches over, gently grasping your hand, and you don't move away, allowing him to hold it in his lap.

"Listen, just think about it, alright?" His voice is gentle, and there's a tenderness in his expression that's rarely seen. "Just consider leaving that jerk. I..." he hesitates, the words on the tip of his tongue. "...well, I care about you. More than you know."

Your breath catches in your throat, Party's words hanging heavily in the air. You can tell he's being genuine, his expression open and vulnerable. And for the first time, you feel this strong pull towards him, something you had been trying to ignore for months.

"Party..." you start, your voice barely above a whisper. He looks at you, expression full of care and concern, and the proximity is almost overwhelming. His heart pounds beneath your palm, the proximity between you both making your head spin. For a moment, Party's gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and back again. The world around you seems to fade away as he leans in slightly, his face mere centimeters away from yours.

"You sure you'll take care of me?" He pauses for a moment, gently brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah," he says softly, his voice almost a whisper. "I swear I will. I'll keep you safe, take care of you, make sure you never feel scared or alone again." His hand continues to hold yours against his chest, and you can feel the steady thumping of his heart, now beginning to quicken.

The moment his lips meet yours, it's like a jolt of electricity surging through you. It's a gentle kiss at first, his hand tightening around yours as he pulls you in closer. He can feel your hesitation for a moment, and he pulls back slightly, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. But as he sees none, he leans back in, kissing you with a newfound urgency.

Every emotion you've tried so hard to repress comes rushing to the surface. The fear, the longing, the confusion...and the desire. It's all there, written across your flushed cheeks, in the way you cling onto his shirt, fingers clutching the fabric like you're afraid he might disappear.

His hand still holds yours, fingers intertwining as he pulls you onto his lap, the movement so sudden it causes you to gasp against his lips.

Party feels the gasp, the small surprised noise you make, and it only spurs him further. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head to give him better access to your mouth. The heat between you both is intoxicating, and neither of you can get enough.

"Okay," You murmur breathlessly "I believe you..." Party's breath hitches when he hears your response, his hand in your hair now gently holding your head in place, still so impossibly close. He looks at you with an intensity that makes your insides twist in the best of ways.

"Good," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and ragged. "Because I'm not letting you go now. You're mine."

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‘letting my intrusive thoughts win’

shut the fuck up.

you’re referring to impulsive thoughts, intrusive thoughts are undesirable and often horrific for the person experiencing them. you dying your hair randomly is not an intrusive thought.

if i let my intrusive thoughts dictate my actions, id be in jail for a long fucking time.

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Date: 27/08/2023

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In my Enoch O'Connor phase. I'm doomed.

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🌿👑ROYALTY👑🌿

Pairing: King Thranduil x Angel Reader

Synopsis You were one of the Angels sent to the Middle Earth by Valar to accompany King Thranduil since he's suffered many years of heartbreak. After bonding with his son, it takes a while for him to open up to you but he does so in his own fashion.

Warning/s: No use of Y/N, Wholesome welcome from Legolas, Thranduil being a skeptic

•♡Birthday Special♡•

A sigh escaped the Elvenking's lips, he wasn't exactly happy with the situation. So many years of solitude, only his son and his kingdom to look over. And now he would have a wife to keep in shape.

The two of you came to stand at the foot of his throne, the sound of rustling trees and the whispers of his own people filling the hall. He gestured to his side and a smaller throne was brought in.

"So..." He started, not a word of welcome or anything. "You're my new....wife...then?" Thranduil was as blunt as ever, and it was easy to see the distaste on his face.

"Yes sir" You reply politely, hoping to get on his good side.

"How wonderful." Thranduil said, his voice heavy with sarcasm."Well..go and get acquainted with your new home, I need time alone and time to think." With that, Thranduil waved you off and sat in utter silence. Only the sound of the leaves of the trees rustling, echoing around the throne-room.

You sigh quietly, looking towards Legolas as he offers you a sympathetic smile and you pick up the ends of your mermaid dress, leaving. The moment you left, Legolas turned to his father.

"You could at least give her a few words of welcome, she is to be your wife." Legolas spoke, his voice a little annoyed as he stared at his father.

"I have far more important matters to attend to, rather than welcoming some woman I didn't ask for into my halls." Thranduil's voice was cold, a little harsh and filled with distaste and resentment as he stared at his son.

"She is our new queen, I suggest you treat her with respect." Legolas countered, not letting the matter rest.Thranduil's expression, for the first time ever, went slightly softer. Just slightly.

"Respect? Respect is earned, son. Not granted the moment our eyes meet a stranger." He responded shortly.

"I'm going to go and check on our new Queen, perhaps she can be more pleasant to be around than you." Legolas spoke, a tone of annoyance and a slight bit of amusement, knowing his father disliked people like you. People who can see the future. "Have a pleasant few hours alone." He said, before also leaving the room.

Thranduil said nothing, only watched Legolas leave. As the door swung shut and Thranduil turned his gaze to the wall on front of him, only then did he let out a heavy sigh.

"How...pleasant." He grumbled to himself, not being too fond of having a bride.

He just hoped you wouldn't be as annoying as he thought you were, for both your sake and his. But only time will tell. The halls of Mirkwood were long and quiet, filled with whispers as his people watched you.

A little bit of time passes as you sit with Legolas, making flower crowns out of feathers from your wings. Only the purest of whites, weaving the sparkly feathers into the rough textures of the flower crown.

"You know.." Legolas spoke up, not looking up from his flower-crown. "My father..he can be quite cold. But he's a good man, a good king." He continued, tying up the loose feathers carefully. "He had a bit of a rough upbringing..." He explained briefly. "But please..give him a chance. He might surprise you." Legolas ended with a smile as he finished his flower-crown and offered it to you.

"I will" You smile up sweetly, ruffling his hair "You have such beautiful strands" Legolas chuckled before playfully swatting your hand away.

"Don't, I look childish if you ruffled my hair." He said with a smile as he got to his feet, offering you his hand. "The archery range?" He offered, his hand still extended.

"I accept your challenge" You nod, smiling down at your now son. Even if Thranduil would never accept you as a wife, at least Legolas would take you in as his mother.

As you accepted his hand, you were lead through the palace to the archery range. Wooden targets littered the area, all with bullseyes in the middle of them. Legolas picked up a bow from it's rack, a smile on his face as you got ready.

"Are you ready to lose, my lady?" He teased, firing an arrow that hit the direct bullseye in the middle of the target.

"You wish" A soft laugh escapes your plump lips before hitting the bullseye perfectly 3 times. Legolas laughed quietly himself as you spoke, only slightly surprised when you hit the target three times in a row. All with a bullseye.

"Well, colour me impressed." He responded, taking a step back and allowing you the archery range to yourself. "Do feel free to practice, perhaps we can have a tournament some time. With my friends." Legolas offered, leaning against the stone wall as he spoke.

"If they can keep up with me" You tease light heartedly, grinning back towards him.

"Trust me, they can!" Legolas reassured, watching as you readied another arrow. "If you think I'm good, you should meet my friend, Tauriel." He added on, a grin on his face.

The mention of another female archer in training would've caused some men to falter, but no, Legolas is too kind.

"I expect her to be, after all.. your father does have the best" Legolas nodded in agreement with your words, smiling as you shot another arrow, hitting the bullseye perfectly.

"You're really good." Legolas complimented, watching as you lined up another arrow.

"I've been training all my life" Legolas grinned as you spoke.

"Perhaps you shall be our new archery instructor. Perhaps you may surpass myself." He complimented as you readied another arrow, the wind picking up slightly and ruffling the feathers on your wings. He watched as the arrow flew through the air and hit the target once again.

You giggle a little at his remark, stomach hurting from laughing too hard as you settle down on the grass to take a break.

Legolas watched with a smile as you took a break, finally getting a moment to relax. He sat down next to you, running a hand through his hair. He didn't notice, but the wind was getting even more stronger. It was starting to knock leaves off the trees and cause the arrow targets to wobble slightly.

"You like the palace so far?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and resting his forearms atop his padded knees.

"Of course, the gardens are quite beautiful" You tilt your head slightly to meet his gaze, wings all coiled up beside you.

"Just wait until spring, it's when the trees start to bloom. It's the most beautiful time of the year. They all bloom and the forest floor is covered in leaves and petals." Legolas said with a smile, his gaze turning to the sky, where the sun was starting to set. There was silence between you and Legolas for a few moments before he spoke again.

"We...should head back to the palace." He said quietly, watching the skies, as though he had a sense of dread.

"Are you cold?" You notice his guarded stance, trembling a little under all that padding and you can't help but let out a teasing remark "You're shaking like a leaf"

"Me? Cold?" Legolas let out a laugh, shaking his head. "I'm an elf, my lady. Cold temperatures don't affect elves." He reassured you. The sun slipped further below the trees, casting a darker, gloomier shadow across the archery range.

"Here" You pull him in with under your wing, keeping him warm and snug amongst the many plush feathers.

Legolas couldn't help but smile at you, he truly appreciated the gesture of kindness. Just knowing someone cared was enough for him. He leaned comfortably against you, his head on your shoulder. The sound of rustling trees and the breeze filling the forest. Only the occasional bird chirped and the sounds of crickets in the distance.

"Your wings...are really comfortable..." Legolas whispered, not wanting to ruin the silence too much.

"You think so? They've been through a lot of hell" You remark, smiling smally up towards him.

"Well...they look like the wings of an angel." He whispered, taking a closer look at them.

You could definitely tell they had been through a lot. The feathers were slightly broken and some were missing. One of the wings was shorter and missing a few feathers and you could see some scarring around the edges.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but...what, er, happened to them?" Legolas asked quietly, running his hand along the feathers he could easily reach.

"Many individuals like to take their bows and arrows and shoot at me from down below" You mutter bitterly, scoffing at the mere thought of each past experience.

"Who would shoot at someone as beautiful as yourself?" Legolas asked, looking up at you with slight disbelief at the sheer audacity of it all.

The wind was picking up even more, making more loose feathers fall off your wings and float to the earth. The chill in the air was getting colder, making you shiver slightly.

"You won't know what beautiful is when I'm done with my transformation" You murmur cryptically, somehow striking it out as if it's something casual to say to someone else.

"Transformation?" Legolas asked, slightly curious as to what this transformation was. One of your wings wrapped around Legolas as he shivered slightly, the chill in the air making him feel colder than usual.

The sound of thunder crashed in the distance, the birds in the trees started to flee for shelter. A few raindrops fell as the wind got even stronger than before, causing the few remaining feathers on your one wing to be stripped from you.

Legolas stood close beside you as much as possible, trying to block the rain and wind from you. When you two entered the palace, a guard immediately shut the door, cutting off the loud noise of thunder and heavy winds.

The moment the door closed, you realized how drenched you were. The skirt of the dress stuck to your legs, the corset hugging your figure. A few twigs and loose feathers stuck to your clothes.

"Damn..." Legolas mumbled, looking down at his soaked clothes.

"We should change" You state the obvious, turning to dust off dirt from the hem of your dress. He nodded, running a hand through his long hair, feeling the wet strands cling to his skin.

"We should." He agreed, looking himself over. He looked up and you could see his once pale-white skin was slightly pink from the cold. It was rather funny, seeing an elf turn pink because of the cold. You take off your cloak, handing it to him.

"Now go" You whisper mischievously "Before anyone sees you"

Legolas smiled before nodding and hurrying off to his room. You could see him running down the hall, turning the corner and disappearing into his room. After a few minutes, the same guard who shut the door earlier cleared his throat to get your attention.

"My lady. If you may, King Thranduil wants to see you." He spoke, his voice clear and strong.

"Did he say why?" The guard shook his head, stepping out of the way so you could go down the hall to the throne room.

The throne room was large and impressive, the moonlight coming through the windows causing the room to glow slightly as you walked through. The floor had been cleaned recently, every speck of dust, dirt, and mud cleaned up.

Your heels clicked and echoed as you walked through the room, your eyes locked on the throne in front of you. You came to a stop as Thranduil got to his feet, his gaze locked with yours. There was an almost...playful energy to him.

"My king?" Your voice is hushed. Soft. Remembering your encounter not too long ago and still trying to be diplomatic when in the presence of your new husband.

Thranduil smiled softly at the sight of you standing there, awaiting for him to speak. He began to walk down the stairs that led down from his throne, coming to a stop in the middle of the throne room. His eyes never left yours, his expression kind but serious.

"My lady, may I ask something of you?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"Yes sir?" With the way he looked at you, he was clearly plotting something.

"This may sound odd, but I want you to close your eyes for me, won't you?" He requested, a smile on his face as he spoke.

You're taken aback by his strange request but, nontheless, hesitantly comply. Keeping your head slightly bowed as your eyelids flutter tightly shut.

Thranduil took a few steps closer, his footsteps silent against the marble floor of the throne room. The moonlight made his pale skin shine, his long, silvery hair falling over his shoulders. He stopped in front of you with a smile, his hands on your hips.

"What I'm about to show you is secret. Promise me you'll keep this a secret?" He whispered, tilting your chin up to look at him and you just nod your head in response to his question.

"Good. Just relax...." He soothed, taking a hold of your hand and beginning to lead you around the throne room. His presence was kind and inviting, warm and gentle. The moonlight shined through the windows, the sound of the wind outside creating a peaceful atmosphere. Soon enough, he brought you to a stop.

"We're here. Go on, open your eyes." He whispered, his voice soft and gentle.

Your eyes were met with the sight of a beautiful garden, the flowers and trees all blooming. It was a beautiful sight, the moonlight bathing the garden in a soft, silvery light. There was a small bench beneath the window, the perfect place for a romantic moment.

"I come here sometimes when I want to be alone..." Thranduil admitted quietly, still holding your hand. He gently pulled you towards the bench, gesturing for you to sit down.

"Please, sit with me." He prompted, letting go of your hand so you could sit down. As you did, he sat beside you, letting out a content sigh. "What do you think of the garden?" Thranduil asked, his voice quiet.

You could tell he was doing this as a test to see how compatible you and him were. If you liked the garden, then he would be more likely to start courting you.

"It's beautiful..." You whisper in a hushed tone "I don't think I've seen anything quite like this before" You hum quietly before going to settle on the ground, wings wrapped around me before snuggling up and resting.

"I thought you might like it." He replied, his gaze locked on you. He was watching for your reaction, studying every inch of your face.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow in curiosity before smiling. He gently rested a hand on your back, stroking your feathers slowly and carefully.

"Is this better?" He asked, curious as to why you would suddenly sit on the floor. Thranduil looked almost amused. He was surprised, but the way you looked so peaceful was almost endearing to him.

The moon shone through the window nearby and the moonlight glimmered on your feathers. The peaceful atmosphere in the garden had a calming, peaceful aura. Thranduil kept stroking your feathers, a small smile on his face.

As you snuggled closer to Thranduil, it almost felt as though the world melted away. It seemed as though you and him were the only two people in the world.

"You look so lovely...." Thranduil murmured softly, letting his hand brush along your arms. With every stroke of your back and arms, you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly melt away.

His touch was almost mesmerizing, the gentle strokes sending shivers down your spine. Thranduil could feel the muscles in your back loosen, feeling how they became relaxed under his touch.

You could feel the tip of his nose brush against the side of your neck, his warm breathing on your skin.

"My Queen" He whispers in your ear, watching your eyes flutter shut. He saw how you treated his son. Maybe he could trust you after all..

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💫FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING💫

Pairing: Virgin!Ihsahn x Fem!Reader

Synopsis After meeting a musician at a party, you begin to get close to one another whilst talking about your personal lives. You'd be surprised to know how he didn't lose his virginity yet so with a sudden wave of courage, you ask if you are allowed to experiment with him.

Warning/s: Parties, smut, condoms, p in v, Ihsahn being inexperienced, sexual conversations, no use of y/n, kinda short.

It had all started off so innocent, just drinking and talking with each other before the conversation suddenly shifted to sexual relationships and you were surprised to know that he was a virgin, despite the groupies that hung around the area.

He chuckled as he took a sip from his alcoholic beverage, looking at you, amused with your shock.

“I guess it’s a shocker for most people when they hear that.” He said as he smirked, his sharp eyes still fixed on you. He was very observant as he had already taken note of how you looked, what you wore, and the nervous body language you were giving off but found it quite cute.

"I think you'd go after the groupies, do you not?" He chuckled again as he shook his head in disbelief. He then leaned back slightly, his muscular arms resting on the back of the couch, manspreading again, making himself comfortable.

“No, they’re just not my type, I prefer to be a loner, I usually focus on my band.” He said as he smirked, he then took another sip from his drink before looking at you with his sharp eyes again, finding you very interesting.

"That's understandable" He hummed in response as he continued to observe you closely, his eyes roaming over your body. He was getting more intrigued, finding you quite attractive. He took a quick glance at your lips, wondering what they would feel like against his and how the taste would be like before returning his sharp eyes onto your own. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

“How about you, what’s your type?” He inquired, now finding himself quite interested in you. He leaned a bit forward, his face closer to yours without him even realizing it.

"I've done a few metalheads" He raised a brow in interest as he heard your response, quite surprised that he wasn’t expecting that. He chuckled as he smirked.

“Oh really?” He said in a flirty way, he leaned forward even more, his face now just inches away from yours as he gave a smug expression.

He chuckled again as he watched you shy away and look away. He found it quite adorable. He slowly brought his hand up as he lifted your chin up with his index finger and his thumb, making you look at him straight in the eyes again. He leaned even closer to you, his face now just millimeters away from yours.

“You’re cute when you’re shy.” He said in a low, dominant and seductive tone as he smirked.

He continued to admire your face, his eyes still locked on yours, his smirk still on his face as he had his face just millimeters away from yours. He then glanced at your lips again. He wanted to know how they tasted so badly but was reframing himself from doing so since it was only the first time talking to you, he didn’t want to scare you away, but the burning desire to know the taste was growing stronger by the second.

"How about I show you what it feels like?" His smirk grew bigger on his face as he raised a brow, intrigued by your question. He was caught by surprise, not expecting that response from you. He slowly let go of your chin as he spoke in a dominant tone.

“Oh, really. Then show me.” His eyes were focused on yours completely, curious as to what you would do. His heart was beginning to race as he felt excitement coursing through his veins. He leaned back slightly, allowing you to do whatever you were going to do if you were actually going to show him.

He was now laying down with you on top of him, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you to move your hips against his. He let out a low, deep moan, enjoying the feeling of your body against his. Both of you already naked, craving each other, lust filling the room, burning every bit of sanity and sense left inside both of you. This is the one thing that he wanted from you most, to feel you against him, and he got it.

A low and deep growl escaped his throat as he felt your body move against his, the feeling getting him more excited. He gripped your hips and started to guide you, helping you to pick up the pace faster. He felt his breathing start to become rugged, the lust completely taking over his body, all sense and sanity gone as he leaned his head back.

"Mhm! Wai- IHSAHN" His breaths becoming ragged, his heart was beating fast, and his eyes full of carnal lust. He felt his body heat up by the second, he was now craving this feeling completely, and he wanted more of it, more from you.

"You feeling alright or somethin?" He took a second to respond, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He looked at you and smirked.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’m just really enjoying what you’re doing right now, it feels good." He let out another low, deep moan as you started to move faster. His grip on your hips became tighter, his breathing becoming more rugged. He closed his eyes as he let the feeling of your body take over and consume him.

It's not long until he releases inside you, both locking eyes and riding it out together. You shy away with a slight giggle before he nips at your ear.

"I'm glad that you're my first"

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