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eevees-hobbies · 3 months

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I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH KAJI AND BITING

Content Warning: Mind the tags! MeanGirlReader x TiredOfYourShitRenKaji. Hate-fucking, toxic behavior, degradation, sex in a public place, but plot armor makes it ok, spitting and consumption of said spit, biting, cumming inside without consent. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.3K

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Fun Facts:

If you’re sexually aroused by biting, you have a fetish called Odaxelagnia.

You probably like being bitten because you’re into pain, you sadomasochist.

It has been reported that half of all people are aroused from biting, so congrats, you’re not alone!

Kaji finds you so obnoxiously annoying that his lips curl upward into a scowl. He hates the way your eyes sparkle when you look at him–that irritating, mischievous glint shining brightly in your eyes right as he passes into your field of vision. He hates how you push his buttons with smart-mouthed remarks–every word passing through your lips laced with venom. And he especially hates how you can’t tell that he’s so in love with you that if you decided never to speak to him again, he’d choose to drop off the face of the planet.

But you were so goddamn rude, so fuck ever telling you that.

“I dunno, man. Maybe she’s one of those girls who likes their men a lil mean. It honestly sounds like you two need to bang it out.”

Kaji gave Hiragi a deadpan stare after approaching his mentor for much-needed sage advice. Hearing him suggest that you wanted to be dicked down felt so off-base to Kaji, which was disappointing since Hiragi was usually right about everything.

But there must be an exception to that rule because the thought of you wanting to fuck him was simply:

Ridiculous.

Absurd.

Unless?

No!

There’s no way you were into him. No sane person would act like you do if they liked someone.

So when Kaji finds himself at a dive bar where an underground death metal band is playing their heaviest set, his stomach churns with annoyance—and something else he’d rather not say aloud—as he sees you walk to the bathroom.

And maybe he was feeling a little brave—or stupid—that night. Because he followed in hopes that you both could squash whatever beef you had concocted in your head, and maybe he’d consider asking your dumbass out.

But as you exited the bathroom and he saw that shit-eating grin on your pretty face as your eyes met, he became painfully aware that, no, he was the actual dumbass.

“Kaji? You stalking me or…? Oh, wait,” you look behind you at the door to the restroom. “I get it. You wanted to watch me pee. I heard you might be into something like that.”

In a matter of seconds, anger consumed him, coursing through his veins like wildfire; all the negative interactions you two had, the snide comments, the poking, prodding, culminating into a very volatile climax.

“What’s your problem with me?!” Kaji doesn’t mean to grab your wrist so hard that you wince in pain—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to practically growl at you, his prominent canines on display as his lips curl upward—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to smash his lips against yours when he catches your eyes staring at his mouth—but he does.

As the crowd in the next room thrash about in the mosh pit, Kaji is pulling your skirt up and spreading your legs by slotting his own between your thighs.

He tears his lips away from yours, chest heaving, and blue eyes blackened with rage. “This what you wanted? To be fucked in some dive bar in some dirty ass hallway?”

If he didn’t find you absolutely reprehensible, he wouldn’t feel any shame in admitting how beautiful you look in the dimly lit hallway, lips swollen from his heated kiss, mouth slightly open, and dressed exactly like the type of girl who could run away with his heart.

You don’t immediately answer him, but your body is shaking, and for a moment, he feels as though he might have made a mistake. He’s about to withdraw and offer his apologies until he hears you cackling.

“Kaji, you think I’m scared of you? I eat little boys like you for breakfast.” Your tone is condescending, and any remorse Kaji feels for you dissolves along with his patience.

“What are ya gonna do, Kaji? Fuck the attitude out of me?”

Before he can talk himself out of it, he’s gripping your cheeks between his fingers. You try to gather enough strength to shake your head out of his grasp, but his fingers only dig in more, earning a hiss from you. And as you look at him, lips puckered in a delicious pout, Kaji accumulates as much saliva into his mouth as he can, and with two fingers prying your jaw open, he spits into your mouth. Globules of his spit land on your lips and tongue, sitting thickly and tasting like vodka.

And despite the hold he has on you, your eyes roll back as your clit seizes uncontrollably and your cunt drools.

He removes his hand from your face, repositioning it near your head against the wall so that he’s leaning into your orbit.

“Swallow it.”

And he’s not fucking asking.

You make a show of swallowing his spit, gulping loudly as it slides down your throat, and then showing him your tongue.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, and you don’t even know how to ask for it.”

“I know how to ask, Ren.” Your hand snakes down to the bulge in his pants, and to his absolute horror, a moan bubbles out of his throat at your touch–it feels hot with want, and his brain is telling him that danger is imminent, but he can’t help but lean into the palm of your hand.

“So then ask. Nicely.”

You lick your lips, eyes hungry, and cunt the wettest it's ever been.

“Fuck me, Ren. Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He unzips his pants, the sound making your heart palpitate wildly against your ribcage. As you reach down and pull your panties down your legs, you extend them to Kaji on the tip of your finger.

He sneers but takes the garment, placing it in his back pocket for future use.

You yelp as he picks you up, pushing your back against the wall as he lowers you on his cock. And there’s nothing gentle with the way he treats you. Not allowing your pussy to even adjust to his girthy cock as it rams into your tight, weeping hole.

He’s ramming into you, drumming thuds and sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the empty hallway, with only the sound of the concert drowning out the sounds of your grunts and whimpers.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of him beating up your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”

“S-shut the fuck up and stop acting like you weren’t begging for this.”

Your eyes blow out as he sinks his canines into your neck, and despite the searing pain, you clench around him, your cum already coating his dick.

Kaji laughs against your neck. "You wanted to be treated like a hole? All you had to do was ask.”

He’s smashing his lips on yours again, but this time, you lead the kiss, gliding your tongue into his mouth. Your tongue dances over one of his canines, careful at first out of caution but then with reckless abandon as the sharp points of them embolden you, and Kaji groans at your forwardness.

It’s not long before Kaji can feel his balls clenching, his cum loaded in the chamber and ready to fire into you. And if this were any other situation, he’d pull out, choosing to cum somewhere far more convenient, but the idea of filling you up after all the shit you’ve given him and making you march back into the crowd without panties, and semen dripping down your leg makes him groan in your mouth and release hot, thick streams into your pussy.

Your body recoils at the feeling of his seed pouring into you, his cock throbbing as the ropes become smaller spurts until finally subsiding.

You slide down the wall as Kaji pulls away from you and pushes himself back into his jeans. He’s still scowling down at you. “Got that out of your system?”

You’re dazed, a little confused, and entirely giddy from the experience. “And if I say no?”

Kaji rolls his eyes, but he understands you now—he understands what you like and what you need, and he’s sure he can supply it to you moving forward.

#wind breaker #windbreaker smut #kaji ren x reader #ren kaji smut #ren kaji x reader #kaji x reader #ren kaji #anon fulfilled #request

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jaidens · 1 year

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Only Bought This Dress (So You Could Take It Off)

pairing [s] : miguel o’hara x reader

a/n : guys i really don't know.. except i want him..so

Whenever Miguel invited you to the Spider-Ball, you had no idea what to wear to be completely and totally honest. Your designer was confused whenever you showed her a picture of Miguel's suit and told her to work her magic. And your designer did such.

The colors of blue and red were prominent and it had a collection of dark-orangey red to compliment his webs. It was completely perfect and what you were thinking of without even explaining it. It was a soft silk fabric with lace covered around with strings of pearls.

You had found a matching lingerie set that would have surely made Miguel lose his mind. When he picked you up in front of your apartment you saw how when you walked down the steps in your long, stiletto red bottom heels and that dress he was anxiously moving in his seat and holding only small talk with you.

The limo stopped at a humongous, absolutely gorgeous building the event was being held at. Spider-Men and Women from all over were dressed to the Tens. The driver opened your door and held his hand out for you to grab. You thanked him graciously as you tangled your arm with Miguel's as he straightened out his suit and he looked down at you. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. I love this dress.” His hand touches your hip, rubbing across the delicate fabric. You smile up at him, tracing across his features and the moonlight that colors his face with beautiful carvings.

He helps you up the stairs, letting you use him as a guide to getting up with such tall heels and concrete steps aren't the best mix. His hand stays on your lower back, holding you closer to him when more and more people start to show up. When you walk into the beautiful ballroom, the white marble floors are covered with people and you look up at the expressive paintings that reside on the ceiling with admiration.

“Look at that ceiling. My goodness, it's absolutely gorgeous." Miguel looks up at it, and you get a sight of his neck, as it stretches “It’s pretty amazing." Miguel leaves to speak with another caterer of the party and you go talk to sweet Mary-Jane. Her bright red hair strikes you as she turns around quickly and drops her mouth open.

“Aren’t you just gorgeous? Oh my wow... I love this dress!” Mary-Jane compliments you while running her hand down your arm. “Look at you! I'm obsessed with those earrings." You and MJ hold small talk before Peter walks up behind her and pulls her away to the drink and food tables.

You find a conversation with Peter. You ask him about why he decided to come to the event. “It’s for charity, love. I'll always go to these types of functions if it's about charity.” You turn your head and see Miguel staring at you and Peter, and you're in for the game. You put your hand on his shoulder and you start laughing when he makes a joke about robbing banks.

But as the night reached its climax, a shadow was cast over the euphoria. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced toward the entrance, meeting the gaze of a familiar face. There he stood, his eyes narrowed with a simmering mix of anger and hurt. It was him—the man I had left behind, Miguel consumed by jealousy.

You continue such actions, just being more calm and touchy. You really only saw Peter as a brother and nothing more. Even after stating that multiple times, Miguel still got worried about him. The live concert band showed up and you got giddy and grabbed Peter's hand and asked him to dance. You were casually dancing with Peter until the switch partners part of the song began and someone grabbed your hand and pushed you close.

“Such a slut aren't you? We're going home after this dance.” Miguel is angry and you can tell. His words are cut off and you see his eyes slowly darken with lust and jealousy. You stare down and rest your head on his chest. “Acting all innocent now too.” You really weren't trying to act innocent. You were worried about beginning to do it because you knew how Miguel would act.

As we made our way through the crowd, I cast one last glance over my shoulder, yearning for the stranger who had stirred something within me. But all I found were empty eyes, longing for freedom that now seemed like a distant dream.

The sleek, midnight-black car cut through the city streets like a predator on the prowl. Inside, the air crackled with a mix of desire and jealousy, swirling around Miguel and me, creating an intoxicating tension. The dimly lit cabin was suffused with a primal energy that mirrored the storm brewing between us.

Miguel's hands gripped the steering wheel with an intensity that betrayed the seething jealousy consuming him. His jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but I could feel his eyes flickering with a fiery mix of possessiveness and resentment.

Earlier that evening, we had attended a glamorous social event, where attention naturally gravitated toward me. Miguel had watched as I conversed and laughed with other men, his strong facade cracking with each flirtatious exchange. The allure of his jealousy fueled my desire, and now we found ourselves alone, confined within the intimate space of his car.

The engine's growl mirrored the tension pulsating between us, as Miguel's grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. The silence was heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and simmering emotions, as we hurtled through the city streets with dangerous haste.

Unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, I ventured, my voice a gentle tremor, "Miguel, what's wrong?"

His gaze pierced through me, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "You know damn well what's wrong," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of accusation.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the air grow thick with his possessive aura. Miguel's simmering jealousy took on a life of its own, threatening to consume us both. I could sense the hunger in his touch, the burning desire to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

With a sudden swerve, the car veered into an empty parking lot, its tires screeching against the pavement. We came to an abrupt stop, the stillness amplifying the intensity of our emotions. Miguel turned to me, his dark eyes staring into mine, his breath shallow and uneven.

"What were you doing back there?" he demanded, his voice low and charged with a mix of anger and longing. "Flirting with Peter, teasing him with your charm."

A flicker of guilt danced across my features, mingling with the thrill of his possessive rage. "Miguel, it was harmless. Just a bit of fun."

His hand shot out, capturing my chin in a firm grip, his touch simultaneously tender and controlling. "Fun? Do you think I find pleasure in watching Peter vie for your attention?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper, laced with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. "You're mine, and I won't stand for it."

In that charged moment, the confines of the car became an arena for our desires and frustrations. The boundaries blurred as Miguel's lips descended upon mine, claiming me with a ferocity that matched the fiery jealousy burning within him. The car's interior became a sanctuary for our entangled bodies, as we surrendered to the intoxicating dance of lust and possessiveness, each touch igniting a passionate blaze that threatened to consume us whole.

In the passenger seat, you, a tantalizing and spirited woman, brace yourself for what you sense is about to unfold. The air is thick with tension as you exit the car, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Miguel storms around the vehicle, his movements exuding authority, and yanks open your door. Without a word, he seizes your wrist and pulls you out, his grip firm yet electric with desire. He gracefully opens the door to the large house and he starts angrily dragging you to the bedroom that you shared together. He flips the lights off and presses a button. The LED lights that sat above turned a dark red. His tan skin is even more beautiful and tantalizing than it was in the sunlight.

He pulls his tie loose and he throws you onto the cleanly made bed. You bend your elbows to catch your fall. You put your knees up and close your thighs together, giving a sort of pleasure that was becoming single-handedly harder to hold back from Miguel. He begins to kiss your neck, sending a tingling sensation through your body. His hands move to your waist, feeling the curves of your body before he presses his body against yours. You close your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure that Miguel brings.

His lips travel down to your collarbone, creating a trail of butterflies that spread throughout your body. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and your heart racing. His hands move to your back as he leans in closer, sending sparks through your soul. He looks into your eyes and your lips meet in an electric kiss. You're lost in the moment, feeling alive and full of passion. You never want it to end. You're stuck in this dream before you remember what got you into this mess. He pulls away angrily and rips the perfectly made dress off your body. You stand there, feeling exposed and embarrassed. "Flirting with Peter wasn't a good idea, was it? Or would you rather him fuck you? Your heart raced as he said those words. You felt ashamed. You knew you had to face the consequences of your actions and you were not looking forward to it. He pulls off his tailored suit and you have a full look at his strong chest.

Miguel crawls back onto the bed and he bites your neck. You moan out and grab at his back, your manicured nails scratching red marks on them. "Please.. touch me." You're completely embarrassed that you're begging for him after getting yourself stuck in this situation. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye as he presses himself against you. His hands roam your body as he kisses your neck, his breath hot on your skin. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you surrender to his touch. His hand runs down your body, tracing over the delicate lace that you were adorned in. Miguel's hand travels just under the waistband of the panties, teasing you further. "You like the taste of your own medicine? I bet you do."

His fingers skim the lace and travel further until they reach your core. He teases and tantalizes you until you can't take it anymore and you cry out in pleasure. Miguel smiles, satisfied with the power he holds over you. "Such a slutty baby. Bet you'll take anything anyone gives you?" You blush and shake your head, unable to find the words to respond. He grins and presses his lips against yours, letting you know he doesn't need your answer. Instead, he just wants to show you how much pleasure he can give you. You feel his fingers rub your clit in figure-eights. You're rubbing your hips against his hands. You're so close before you feel it; he rips his hands away and lays his fingers against your lips.

You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck them off your pleasure. You moan as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands return to your clit and you're soon overcome with pleasure, arching your back as you reach your peak. He flips you over and pushes your head down into the soft pillows and pulls your ass up. You're staring at the mirror at his gorgeous body as he pulls his pants down and throws them on the floor.

You can feel his hand rub against your ass before you feel it, a harsh smack against it. You cry out and hear him speak, "I want you to count how many times I spank your ass. If you do it correctly, I'll treat you." You take a deep breath and start counting, determined to do as he asked. As the spanks continue, you feel a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. You grit your teeth and keep counting until he stops. You feel one last rub in a circle over the burning marks. "You did well, baby." He flips you back around and your head it sat between your pillows and he grabs a pillow next to your head.

You twist your body around to be on your back. You're staring into his dark, beautiful eyes. Miguel takes the pillow and sticks it under your ass. You're on display for him. Your legs spread wide to give him room to relax. His strong arms wrap around your thighs and you feel his breath on your core. He looks up at you with a smirk and then explores you with his mouth. His tongue and lips dance around your sensitive areas.

His lips move faster and faster, sending shockwaves through your body that cause you to arch your back and thrust your hips into his face. His tongue is like a warm, gentle wave, caressing you and making you feel more alive than you ever have before. You can feel your muscles tense up as you get closer and closer to the edge, and when you finally reach it you let out a loud, intense moan that echoes through the room.

"So good for me." He groans out as he comes back up from your core and your slick is on his chin and lips, shimmering in the light. Miguel sits up and you notice how tense his body is. He's hard, his tip is dark purple had gotten so worked up from eating you out and hearing your pleasurable moans that echoed throughout the room. You sit up and your hand travels down his abs and to his cock, stroking it. He leans back against the bed; his hands holding him up from falling, and you press your lips against his, tasting yourself and him. You can feel his heartbeat racing as you kiss him passionately. Your hand strokes him as he humps into your hand. "For how dominant you had been earlier... this is different."

Miguel looks up at you. His eyes have tears as you continue to stroke him. You can sense the vulnerability in Miguel as he looks up at you, his eyes glistening with tears. You can feel the emotion radiating off of him as his heart beats rapidly in response to your touch. He is letting you in, allowing you to see a side to him that he usually keeps hidden. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close. You whisper comforting words to him, assuring him that it's ok to let it all out. He relaxes in your embrace, feeling safe and secure in your presence. After a couple of quick thrusts, his abs tighten and he cums in your hand.

He holds you and you lay in his arms. “You did so good baby. Let’s go get you in the bath.” Miguel picks you up under your aching thighs and carries you to the bathroom that was in your room. He sets you down on the chair that sat in the bathroom. He turns on the bathtub and the water begins heating up. Miguel picks you up once more and sets you into the bath. Your body stretches out and you relax. You share I Love You’s and you lay down for the night.

#miguel o'hara x black reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #across the spiderverse fanfiction #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara is my mans #miguel x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fluff

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goodnessgraves · 2 months

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The other woman.

“The other woman will never have his love to keep.”

18+ MDNI! Married!John Price, vaginal sex, cheating, manipulation, angst, guilt, he leaves, no aftercare, he’s a dick in this basically

You always knew you were the other woman. The gold band on his ring finger always served as a reminder, the ring on the same finger that always finds its way inside of your cunt, making you whine and writhe as the cool metal touches you in places you know it shouldn’t.

You know it’s wrong, you know it’s not okay, but still you come crawling back, and so does he. He tells you you’re ”his favorite little secret” while he’s balls deep in you, or he says “your pussy is better than his wife’s”. You want to feel guilty, you want to feel bad, but you just can’t.

You especially know it’s wrong when he’s on top of you, thrusting into you and his phone rings.

“Yeah, love, I know. It’s work stuff.” He says, grinding his hips into yours, holding the phone to his ear.

“I’ll be home soon, okay? You know I love you.” He says to his wife on the other end, still fucking into you before hanging up. You’re cringing as he acts all sweet, knowing he doesn’t mean it. Knowing it’s you he wants, and that’s what you’ll let yourself keep thinking.

He turns his attention back to you, rutting into you almost angrily.

“Fuckin’ hell, doll,” He pants out. “Too damn wet for yer own good. Makin’ a married man fuck ya while he’s talkin’ to his wife? Naughty girl.” He keeps pounding into you as tears pool in your eyes as they normally do, but it’s not because you’re close, it’s because his words hit you like a bus.

“I’m close, please, love.” You whine out, tears falling down your cheeks as he fucks into you, a combination of guilt and pleasure.

You cum with a loud cry as he kisses the tears away and whispers sweet praises in your ear, chasing his own climax.

“Did so good, sweet girl. Takin’ so good for me.”

“Keep it up, sweet thing, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah, that’s my good girl. All mine.”

His thrusts get sloppy and he cums inside you, grunting. He lays on top of you for a second before pulling out and kissing you on the forehead, getting himself dressed and ready to go back home to his wife and to leave you alone.

“Thank you for that, baby. You made me feel so good, you know that?” He says with a soft smile, making you forget about everything. You can’t help but smile back, he’s absolutely perfect. His beard is perfect, his blue eyes are so pretty, and he’s so big and warm. But you know he has to go.

“I’ll call you next time I can get away from the wife, yeah? I’ll treat you real nice, sweetheart.” He says, placing $40 on your nightstand. “Order your favorite takeout, on me.” He smiles and gives you another soft kiss, this time on your lips.

“Bye, John. I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

And he leaves as he always does.

#call of duty #cod #goodnessgraves #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #john price #he’s such an asshole #someone stop me #i’m sorry

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year

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Can you please please please write something about subby Euronymous from Lords of Chaos? Like him being a good little fucktoy for his Ma'am, some overstimulation maybe 😩😩

Fucking Poser

Summary: Reminding your boyfriend of his place.

Pairing: Euronymous × fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Content Warnings: Trve Cvlt Smvt 18+!, Corpsepaint Everywhere, Hair Pulling, Oral (F Receiving), One Panty Gag, Lots Of Degradation, Slight Praise Kink, Male Masturbation, Self-Overstimulation For That Extra Kick Of Humiliation, Implied Aftercare

A/N: My digital footprint is nothing but a clown shoe 🤡 I did not know that I would reach the peak of my fanfiction career with a Euroboi smut fanfic.

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 horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @bvg-w1res @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf

"Damn, you really think that you are the hot shit, don't you?" With raised eyebrows you looked down into a face painted in black and white, a pair of big, blue eyes clinging to your lips.

"But you are not…all you are is a little bitch on his knees right now. C'mon, tell me what are you, Euronymous?" The tip of your foot nudged his bare chest mockingly.

"A little bitch, Ma'am. Your little bitch, Ma'am." He answered in a meak tone.

"Yes, that's exactly what you are. Day in day out I hear you yipping and yapping about your band, your music label and about how fucking true you are but do you know what I think? I think that you should put that pretty mouth of yours to much better use, boy." You reached your right hand out to his head, eager fingertips entangling themselves in his wavy, black hair before you yanked his face forward, right into your uncovered pussy.

His nose pressed against your public bone as his tongue darted right out to dip between your wet folds, a muffled and barely audible "Yes, Ma'am!" getting lost in the supple flesh of your thighs.

"That's what a good fucktoy does…" It rolled over your tongue in a low moan as you felt how he dragged the full length of his tongue over your clit in a languid stroke.

You placed your hand at the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his frizzy hair to hold him in place nice and tight. Like the good, obedient plaything that he was, Euronymous practically worshiped your throbbing cunt with his tongue, caressing your clit with attentive licks and soft nudges. With rising pleasure, your eyes fluttered shut and you allowed your head to fall back a little.

"You're doing such a good job, babe, and you better not stop until I cum all over your pretty face." You groaned into the dimly lit bedroom.

Motivated and most certainly turned on by your praise, Euronymous drove his tongue through your slick-covered folds and over your aching clit again and again with a new spurt of vigor. Like a man parched, he lapped at your pussy and you swore you could see stars behind closed lids. Every touch sent jolts of arousal through your body and it grew harder to stand up straight, your hips slightly rocking against his face as you chased a quickly approaching climax.

"Such a good, little bitch eating my pussy so well…" You moaned as his tongue pushed your body over the edge, the muscles of your thighs shaking as orgasmic contractions after contractions sent sweet bliss all throughout your body right into your brain.

You felt a warm puddle of your release gathering between his face and your thighs, a lewd squelching sound forming as you pulled him back by his hair.

With a wide grin playing around your lips, you looked down and saw how the corpsepaint from his face had transferred to the skin of your thighs, black and white streaks smeared into another.

"Such a pretty mess…", You grinned as your gaze wandered to his face, the greasepaint glistening with a shiny layer of your release around his lips and chin, "I think you deserve a little reward for that, babe."

Euronymous' eyes grew wide at your words whilst he watched you leaning down to pick up your crumpled string you had discarded to the ground earlier.

"Open up!" You demanded, biting down on your bottom lip to hold back a mischievous chuckle.

You watched as he parted his lip, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Good boy." You stated as you stuffed the lacy fabric in his mouth with two fingers.

With the grin on your face still growing, you took a step back and crossed your arms in front of your chest, admiring your work.

"Look at you, you fucking poser, all gagged up by your girlfriends pink panties. You know what I'm gonna do now? I'll take a nice, comfortable seat on that bed here and watch you touch yourself with my thong in your mouth." You took another step back, letting your ass lower down on the mattress of the bed behind you.

"C'mon, that's your chance to get off." It fell from your lips in a play-pretend mean scoff.

For a moment, Euronymous simply looked at you with wide eyes before his hand reluctantly wandered towards his crotch. He so clearly wanted - nedded - to get off, his cock already pressing eagerly against his lower abdomen.

"Go on…I'll allow it." You nodded in affirmation and right after the words had left your mouth, he wasted no time and started jerking himself off in fast strokes.

"A bit needy today, no?" You teased.

A muffled groan for an answer got lost in his throat as he closed his eyes, fitting his cock in a tight grip. It took but a handful of minutes until he was whining and whimpering into the fabric on tongue, pre-cum pooling from the head of his hard on.

"Do you want to cum now?"

He shook his head vigorously.

"Then go on and cum for me, poser." You watched intently as Euronymous' entire body started shaking and twitching as milky white ribbons of his seed splattered onto the ground.

The movements of his hand faltered and right as he was about to let go of his cock you interfered: "Nuh-uh, you keep on jerking."

"Huh?" He whimpered at your demand.

"I'm sure you have heard me, bitch. Keep stroking that cock until I tell you to stop." You explained, your voice oozing with sadistic amusement.

Euronymous' whined and winced as he followed your order and kept stroking, the pure overstimulation visible in his contorted face. You watched him closely, seeing how faint tears formed at his lower lash line quickly.

"Just a little longer.", You started talking him through it to not just leave him to the painful overstimulation, "You are doing so so good for me."

He nodded in appreciation, his hand moving up and down the length of his now softening cock.

Mentally, you started to count down from 10 in a moderate, not too slow and not too quick, pace without taking your eyes off of him, making sure that he was okay throughout the whole ordeal.

"And….stop!" It shout right out of your mouth as your internal counter reached zero.

In a swift movement you got up from the bed and hasted towards him, pulling the fabric out of his mouth first thing before leaning down to press a long, loving kiss to his quivering lips.

"It's good, it's all good now, babe. You've done so well, I'm so proud of you!"

Euronymous melted into the kiss, leaning his exhausted body onto yours.

"It's okay, I'm here.."

#rory culkin #lords of chaos #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #euronymous #euronymous x fem!reader

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Kinktober

Day 4 hate sex & power switch

Summary: your in a band that's on tour with guns n roses. Axl is a cunt and you have to share a hotel room with Axl due to everyone having to double up because of a lack of rooms

Warnings: hate sex, power switch, super mild violence (some get pushed to the floor), no condom but mention of birth control. P in v.

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The two of you had barley put your bags down before the screaming match started. You were to tired to fight properly so you were hurly what ever insults you could think of at each other even if they weren't true. "Your an ugly fucking ranga!" You scream at him ignoring the ringing phone which is no doubt a noise complaint. He gets pretty much chest to chest with screaming back his own insult.

You don't even listen to what he has to say. Your standing so close to each other but you don't back away. You stand staring at him while he screams until he stops. He stares back at you. The two of you stand inches away from each other's faces for a few seconds. You look past him at the phone and step away to go and answer it. Axl grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to your original spot. This time instead of standing like idiots he leans down and closes the gap.

He pulls away quickly to see if you want this. His question is answered fast as seconds after he pulls away you go up on you toes and kiss him again. This time he deepens the kiss. He has one arms wrapped around your waist and his other hand is holding the back of your neck. Axl slowly backs you up against the wall. Before you hit the wall he moves his hands to your hips. He pulls your skirt and underwear down before going to take off his own. While he unbuckles his belt you take your shirt off. You unclasp your bra as he steps out of his pants. You pull his shirt off before he pins you to the wall again though you don't stay there long.

Axl's back hits the carpet floor with a thud. His eyes go wide with shock and confusion. You slowly follow him to the floor. You kneel above him one leg on either side of him. Axl's eyes are no longer filled with shock or confusion but with lust. You grab the base of his cock with your thumb, your index finger and your middle finger. You line his pre-cum leaking tip up with your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him.

Axl's hands grab your hips. Your quick to grab his wrists. You pin his arms above his head leaning forward as you do so. Still taking him in inch by inch your lips connect with his. You messily kiss him your spit mixing together as is drips down axl's cheeks and chin. You hit the base and the two of you moan into each other's mouths.

Your begin to move your hips fucking yourself onto him. Your lips move from his to his neck. You kiss his neck softly. "Don't leave any marks please" axl asks and you respond by sucking on the skin of his neck leaving a big red splotch with a few teeth marks.

He lets out a groan of annoyance. You continue to leave red marks on either side of his neck which will be blue and purple by the time he leaves the hotel next. The sound of skin slapping together continues to fill the room as you pick up the pace. Your hickeys and kisses move lower until your licking and sucking your way down his chest. You stop at his pierced nipple and being playing with said piecing with your teeth. He lets out a groan that he was clearly trying to hold back like he had with many other groans.

You find it difficult to fuck him with the way your back is arched so you move back up to his neck. Your muffled moans that have barley been audible again his skin and lips grow louder. Your clenching around him as your near your orgasm sending him closer to his. "Kiss me" he says and you do as he asks. Your lips connect even more messily then before. You both moan and groan into each others moths until you both reach your climax.

You loosen your grip on his wrist almost completely letting them go but you keep your arms and hands where they are. You collapse onto him. Both of you equally sweaty chest heave as you try to catch your breathes. Once you've got your breathing under control you go back up to kneeling on your shaky legs. You slowly lift yourself off of him. Once he's not longer in side your vagina you lay next to him on the floor. The two of you stare at the ceiling silently for a while.

"No one's gonna find out about this right?" Axl asks clearly getting anxious. "No, I'll help you cover the hickeys tomorrow" you says sitting up. You grab your pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom. "Can I join you in the shower?" Axl ask grinning. "Your fat ass with hog the water" you say opening the door and stepping through. "Bitch" he says. "Fire crotch" you yell from behind the closed bathroom door.

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Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

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