#euronymus

[videntefernandez]

It would take too long to explain

[philipphille]

Rabiye Kurnaz vs. George W. Bush

2023 ° phh

[guns-n-fucking-roses]

The best part about fan fic is making men breedable. Send tweet.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

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

Safe a horse, ride your black metal boytoy 🤠

Deathcrush

Summary: Looks like Euronymous gets really sensitive when overstimulated.

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

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

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

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

Tagging the gender neutral hoe squad:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hey hey :) saw that ur requests are open again and i want to ask u if u could write for dead or faust from LOC with a male or trans male reader.if u comfortable with it even smut?the rest is up to u:) if u dont write for them at the moment feel free to ignore my ask.have a nice day <3

-wolf Anon🐺

Dead - A boyfriend like Satan

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny make out session, use of Y/n , m reader

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Info : Thanks for the request anon and I hope you have fun reading. I also have already done a littel thing for a male reader with Dead THIS maybe you wanna take a look.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°Two artists, worshippers of evil and friends of blood and death had met at one of the band's many parties. While Dead was about to get a beer, he saw the unknown man sneaking through the kitchen. At first he thought it was another drunk or on drugs. But no, when he stood in the doorway and saw the unknown man scurrying through the kitchen with a fly swatter.

°Watching him a little he saw that the unknown had a small vial with him and apparently filled it with the dead insects from the house. ,,What are you doing?" the blond asked and smirked as the person he was talking to seemed not to have even heard him before turning to him and showing him the jar with the dead insects.

°Y/n thought he was going to give him the same grief as everyone else and walk away, but the blond didn't, instead he grinned and looked at the different animals carefully. ,,Nice collection" Daed said and couldn't help but feel the need to show him his own collection. He saw that the other had a proud look in his eyes before Dead grabbed two beers and was able to be social for the first time.

°As he handed him the beer and made a move to follow him. ,,You know, I have a similar collection, but with slightly larger animals," he said as they walked up the stairs and into the room. Dead saw the other's eyes widen slightly, but not in shock or fear. It seemed to be the perception of an artist. Something that made the blond strangely happy and satisfied.

°Y/n walked through the room running over the various larger dead animals feeling the fur underneath and the cold. It was kind of pretty in its own way and white. Its insects could only be touched carefully but Deads. It was pleasant. ,,They are really pretty" he said and Dead lowered his gaze, not wanting the unknown to see his touched smile.

But what they didn't know was that this was only the beginning of their relationship.

°Since they met at the party and in their madness they stayed together in art, they also started to dance with each other. Much to the laughter of the others who thought it was a joke. But the two of them seemed to feel that their dead hearts were beating for each other. Since the party they met more and more often whenever they had time.

°Initially with a pretext but at some point it was more and more out of love. Neither of them spoke of it, but at the latest when Y/n found his heart collapsed and covered in blood in the bathroom and held him in his arms, stroked his back and held him close to him as his lips gently kissed Dead's head. Then they both knew that it was more than friendship between them.

°The kiss had brought them both back to life and Y/n helped Dead up again and again. The blonde in return gave his faithful friend pictures and animals, it was his way of expressing thanks and love. No matter what the others said initially still made fun. But after Dead threatened to leave the band, they stopped accepting Y/n gradually and he got an honorary place as a stage designer where he could also use his Dead insects and Dead's animals.

°The looks and comments stopped when Euronymus and Hellhammer came into the living room of the den and found the two boys in a make out session. The blonde had bent over his friend and slowly started kissing his naked torso while leaving small cuts on the skin with his knife, which seemed to turn them on even more.

°,,All right...let's go again" the black-haired man had mumbled as the two of them had pulled backwards with a confused, shocked look and closed the door. Which caused the two lovers to laugh before Y/n pulled the blonde back into a kiss. The sex between them was not missed.

°It was a couple straight from hell.

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@icarus-star , @raewritesfiction , @kiwiiicandiii

[the-old-mayhem]

I have read that V went to kill Euronymus because Euronymus always "made fun" of him beyond Euronymus' supposed threats... apart from the fact that Euronymus used sarcasm a lot

Varg went to kill Øystein because he was jealous of his influence and status, in addition he also wanted to one up Faust and he hated Øystein's political stance (I believe he even described in his Vargsmal book that he wrote "death to the red rat" before he went to kill him)

Seriously, how does anyone believe the self defense theory, like, you really gotta be so deep up Varg's ass that you never see the sun

[vidavbooks]

Life of the fucking party - Euronymous x Reader

WARNING: This is based off the Rory Culkin character of him, not the real man.

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Depression. One of the most draining yet confusing things in the world. My roommates have been concerned but they always just brush it off, who cares right? I was staring at my ceiling when i heard the door open and my friend Celia clear her throat.

“Honey…you’ve been in here for 3 days. I know you have your own bathroom or whatever but have you consumed food or something?” I gestured over to my bag of chips next to me. “Honey no, a real meal.” I shook my head no as she sighed and sat next to me.

“Well there’s a party tonight and you’re coming with me.” “No I’m not” She scoffs and stands up then walks into my bathroom without saying a thing. I slowly sit up as she comes back with a cup of water. “If you do not get the hell up, shower, put on your best fucking outfit and come to this damn party I am going to pour this all over you.”

I sighed, she didn’t get it. Showers were so draining to get up and go try not to just crumble. Getting ready is so tiring and parties? I hate them so much, she thinks a lot of bodies and yelling will make me feel better? She doesn’t know me at all. But I won’t hear the end of it if I don’t so I will just give in.

“Okay whatever I’m getting up” I brushed her off and heard her squeal as I closed the bathroom door. After my shower she laid some dress on my bed and wrote a note that said “Get ready and wear this, I’m getting my hair done right now be ready by 8.” I roll my eyes as I pick up this outfit, whatever.

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We are in the car and there’s 5 more girls I don’t even recognize all crammed in their loudly gushing over this band that’s hosting this party. I’ve heard them and was dragged by Celia to go to their concert. We pull up and everyone rushes out of the car running up to the band members and flirting.

I walk inside to grab a drink as people are breaking things and screaming. I start feeling my heart beat faster being overwhelmed with everything. I grab the vodka bottle off the counter and I open many doors trying to find an empty room that didn’t have anyone.

I walked into an empty dark room with all of these guitars and pictures. I sit down and calm down my breath and open the vodka. I take a sip as I look up to see these vinyls on the shelf. Mayhem, that’s the name. As I stand up to look at them the door barges open.

I look at him as I smile gently, he has some greasepaint on his face and long dark black hair. “Who the hell are you?” He looks me up and down as I brush my hair back with my fingers. “I-I’m sorry i shouldn’t be in here there’s just so much going on and I don’t really..” He sighed and looked down.

“It’s whatever just don’t fuck with anything” His friends were yelling his name “ONE SECOND FUCK FACE!” I chuckled a little as he looked back at me and I put on a straight face clearing my throat.

He grabs the vodka out of my hand while closing the door and sits on the bed as I stare at him. “Are you just going to stare at me or what?” I stuttered and shook my head no as I sat next to him on the bed. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Astrid, and you?” “Euronymus” I look around as the room fills with an awkward silence. “What kind of music do you like?” I looked down at my hands and fiddled with them and started to speak as he cut me off.

“Look at me when you talk” My heart felt like it skipped a beat, he just had this aura that made him scary yet attractive. I nodded as I looked up at him, “I like metal…” He handed me the bottle and I took a sip. “Yeah well I invented black Norwegian metal, fucking invented it” I smiled a bit as he stood up to grab a vinyl.

“Listen to this shit it’s fucking beautiful” He put the record on the player and started banging his head. I started chuckling and bobbing my head along to it. He looked up at me and smiled as he kept rocking his head and grabbed me to stand up. He grabbed my hand and put it in a devil horns position.

I smiled as he made me ‘rock out’ “Come on let loose!” I chuckled as I started following his movements. We continued this until the song ended. “Yeah! That shit is real not some poser bullshit. What did you think?” I smiled at him as I nodded, “It was pretty good, my friend Celia who brought me here had me go to your guys concert a bit ago.”

He walked closer and smirked, “Yeah? What did you think of it?” My breath hitched as he came a little closer “I-I liked it it was good just not all the people pushing and-” He grabbed my waist a bit as he looked at me “Mhm?”

I gulped a little bit as his face got closer, “Fuck it” I grabbed his cheek and forced his face closer as he leaned in, he backs me up against the wall and starts kissing down my neck. I put my hands through his hair and groaned a little bit but we got interrupted by Celia calling my name.

“God damn it, we have a ride and when she leaves we all leave..” He nods and grabs my waist. “A shame to see you leave but I’ll see you again, I know I will.” I smile as he kisses me again then backs away. “Here.” He walks over to his desk and writes his number on a paper then shoves it in my hand.

“Call me whenever you can.” I nod as I kiss his cheek once more and I leave the room. I run out to the car and cram in next to Celia, “Looks like you had a good night.” She said as she pointed to my hickey “Shut up” I chuckle a little as I look out of the window and he gives me a gentle wave goodbye.

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Authors Note: HEYYY!!! sorry i like fell off the face of the earth but! i made it up by making this a nice long story maybe a part 2 if we get enough support. tell me what you guys think i love y’all!

[spacerose747]

Introducing part one of Mayhem monsters, Demon Euronymus

(It's Rory Culkin playing Euronymus but don't hate me for it I just like Rory as him okay 🤡)

I enjoy this far more than I should.. I'm gonna stare at it. I'm proud of this

Anyways enjoy! ✌

[lords-of-mayhem]

🚨🥺✊🔪🙈 for Euronymus-🐈‍⬛

Sure thing!

Nsfw/smut emoji prompts

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Most likely something to do with knives. He knows too many people with a kink for them for it to be anything else. The most often injury is pressing too deeply, it just depends on who is the one being hurt.

Some partners won't go to the ER if he accidentally hurts them too badly, some will. He'll always go, but he will always make up an excuse for what happened that doesn't involve sex.

There has also been at least one incident of someone falling off of the top bunk if they mess around up there. There's absolutely no railing, there's not a chance someone hasn't rolled right off.

🥺 first time headcanon

He absolutely lies about how it went down. It was later in life and seemingly everything went wrong. It was awkward, embarrassing, fast, he didn't know what he was doing.

If it ever comes up, it went perfectly fine and it happened at a younger age.

✊ masturbation headcanon

He feels a bit awkward about doing it. He needs to be completely alone (even to the point of needing to be the only one in the house) and he needs to have music playing. He enjoys it, he'll do it as often as he can, but it's often restricted by needing things to be perfect.

🔪 dangerous headcanon

Loves sex in dangerous situations. Choking, knives being involved, the church burnings, etc. The new things will take a bit of coaxing, but once he gets used to it, he loves it.

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

Absolutely everything most of the time. He has a difficult time actually asking for anything. Especially things he views as embarrassing or weird. He will drop hints until his partner brings it up themselves.

[haywire-hetfield]

LOC making Varg be excluded was so weird. Real life Varg was beloved. He was charismatic, kind, funny, and according to Euronymus himself, Euronymus’s best friend.

So the tension? The exclusion? People not really seeming to vibe with him? Just really confused me.

Dude I don’t know much about manhiem. Attila though, man had great hair imo especially when his sides where shaved. I haven’t thought about them together but it could be cool - 🐈‍⬛

I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply to this. I had a paragraph typed out and then this was me for the next 14 hours

I'm conflicted on how Varg is presented in the movie. I completely understood why they wanted to make him seem more like an outsider and just this weird guy who wasn't really fitting into the group.

It also made for some hilarious moments because you would not believe how many times I've rewatched his little Nazi rant and laughed my ass off at everybody's reactions.

(Half were wondering "goddamn is this bitch still going???" and the other half were just "bitch what the fuck???" But hey, it's okay. Sometimes you misjudge the vibe of the function.)

I also wonder if something important was cut from the movie or if they'd originally wrote it differently because the murder scene between them doesn't make sense to me. Because Euronymous says "you're my friend" (which I could write off as him just trying to get Varg to, you know, not kill him) but Varg also says "you only pretend to be my friend."

And I was like??? When did he EVER treat Varg like a friend in the movie? (in ways that weren't clearly meant to be getting Euro something he wanted, like him giving Varg the necklace)

I really wonder if the movie was originally written in a different way or something that would make more sense.

I really like Varg's character in the movie even if it isn't realistic. (LOC is one of those band movies that I enjoy for what it is rather than looking at it as trying to be an accurate depiction. I think it definitely helps that it was very clearly presented as something that WOULD be inaccurate in ways. "Based off of truths and lies")

Also this is just a sidenote, but the sudden cut to Varg butt-ass naked and fucking? Caught me SO off guard the first time I watched it.

And Atilla DID have some great hair. Also I think it was an amazing choice to cast Atilla's actual son to play him in LOC. He did a fantastic job.

[thinmintgrim]

need rory culkin as euronymus like yesterday

[videntefernandez]

Do any of your OCs have or have had pets? Any who wish they can keep one but couldn't for external reasons?

So many! Diego has a tank with 3 sharks in his game room. Abomi trains messenger pigeons. Alistair also has a favorite bird he named Featherface. JC has 7 rottweilers. Euronymus' animal form is a goat so it's common to see them around Karsten's house, and of course, Minerva with her prized falcons. Bas really wants a dog, but he and Charles rent an apartment :/

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

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.."

[philipphille]

der laden

2021 ° phh (1,2) 2021 ° friducha (3)

[the-old-mayhem]

Do you know what Euronymus' relationship with his parents was like? Øystein was the "classic" rebellious son or not?

The article we posted few days ago (Øystein’s father’s court testimony) gives us some information. He started upper secondary school (so he would’ve been almost 16) and then got really into metal, dyed his hair black, started dressing all in black, eventually he lost interest in school, he meets Necro, Mayhem starts. I believe he was into metal before then but it wasn’t as much a part of his personality and he was a bit of a good boy; doing well in school, not rebellious. Even when he became what he became, he still had a good relationship with his parents, as much as they disliked a lot of his life choices and the direction he took instead of continuing his studies

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