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i need to put my mouth around somebody’s cock or i’ll go mad

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the arch

I have something to say.

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Gabe Throatfucks You (Short Smut)

!!warning!! I went straight to it, no context, and everything happens quickly

contents: throatfucking (duh), hair pulling, gagging, praise, pet name(s)???, etc

reader!sub! gabe!dom!

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Gabe grips onto your hair tightly as you suck on his cock slowly, breathing heavily. You look up at him, only to see his chest heaving and his head tilting back. Before you know it, he’s slamming into the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Tears swell up in your eyes, his tip pounding repeatedly into your mouth causing the sounds of it to fill the room. “Fuck, you’re doing so good baby” Gabe praises. You blink away the tears stuck in your eyes. “Cmon, you can last a little longer. Such a fuckin’ pretty girl” He whimpers, his voice shaky with need. With one last thrust, he fills your throat with his seed and you feel the salty warmth travel down into your stomach. He pulls your mouth off his cock with the grip he had on your hair, causing a string of saliva to be left behind on his now softening cock. You look up at him once again, gasping for air. “Good girl” Gabe says breathlessly as he tries to regain composure.

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p.s sorry it’s so short it was rushed

tags: @wildathevrt

[r0ryculkinz]

eewwwww writing for the real euronymous is soo icky😭😭😭🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

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Headcanons/Imagines

?? I don’t know what to call these lmaooo

•Imagine you’re riding him and he grips onto your hips tightly and you’re feeling his nails dig into them (not in a way for it to hurt you, but enough for you to feel it.) And he just slams your hips down onto his so his dick slams into your g-spot

•Imagine he’s fingering you with two fingers, curling his fingers so it hits your g-spot perfectly. At first, he’s going slow but once he speeds up, you start to moan. Once he hears your moans, he starts shushing you in a calm whisper for you to be quiet into your ear.

•(For the girlies with hair pulling & slapping kinks) Imagine he’s doing doggystyle on you and he pulls your hair back with one hand and slaps your ass with the other.

•Imagine he’s eating you out, his tongue going counterclockwise inside of you. and once you start to moan and squirm, he holds your hips down in place so you can’t move away from him.

•Imagine you’re giving him head and he’s moaning and whining your name, even though you just put the tip inside of your mouth.

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FRRRR Like look at this

it’s literally 2am for me so my thoughts are going WILDDDD

which Rory role did u think was the most attractive

damn, that's a really hard question. I'm completely in love with Jack and Tyler, but Euronymous wins by far. HOW CAN HE BE SO HANDSOME ACTING AS SUCH AN UGLY GUY????

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Headcanons

•Euronymous would definitely be the guy to talk you through it. I feel like he’d like overstimulating you until you can’t take it anymore

“Shh..shh.. c’mon you can take it. Just one more time”

•He would get jealous when you talk to other guys, even if it was just a simple “Hello” and “How are you?” type of conversation. He would probably fuck you and make you say you belong to him as “payback”

•The aftercare would be the best. He’d wrap his arms around you and tell you he loves you. He’d stroke your hair and give you a small peck on the lips.

•I feel like he’d be sweet and gentle (unless you said something that annoyed him the slightest bit) but be rough asf in bed

•He’d die to see you in a leather mini-skirt. He’d probably get a hard-on just thinking about how it’d look on you and show off your hips and ass.

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in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bedroom, in the guest bedroom, on the floor, on the ground, on the couch, on the counter, on the dining table, in the dining room, in the shower, in the bathtub, on the dresser, on the porch, on the grass, in the middle of the road, theoretically, hypothetically, realistically, rough, slow, gentle, until I bleed, until the ground breaks, until there’s a tsunami, and until all the universes and dimensions explode

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my introduction/about me

•I’m Kaz. I don’t really know what to write so this probably looks a bit weird.

•I love Nirvana, Dissection, Ancient North, Mayhem, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, Eternal Fear, Ominous Moon, Satyricon, Hellhammer , Type O Negative, etc etc. basically any genres other than country

•On my page, I’m probably going to be posting/writing smut or fluff. Otherwise I’m probably going to be reblogging shit I see

•I’m pansexual

•I was born and raised in America but my ethnicities or whatever I inherited are: 🇺🇸🇫🇷🇮🇪🇵🇱🇩🇪

•For some reason I find eurory so hot. Like I honestly think it’s one of his hottest roles

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If you do imma be reading that shit with a bag of chips or popcorn😭

i want him to choke on my not existing dick :((

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please I’d throatfuck him so good (I’m a girl)

i want him to choke on my not existing dick :((

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okay so I thought of this after seeing the rory Halloween photos but maybe you can write a story (preferably with Jack Thurlow) where they go to a Halloween party that he doesn’t really want to attend but he ends up having fun and it could be a bit of fluff + smut? thank you 🫶🫶

"a little party never hurt no one." | jack thurlow

art deco. - lana del rey

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

female!reader x jack

word count: 864

contents: slight fluff, jack being a little perverted

“oh c’mon jack, you know this is my favourite time of year.” you whine as you follow him up the stairs, his footsteps making the creaky floorboards groan. he rolls his eyes once he reaches the top. “and what do you want me to do about that, huh?” he placed his hands on his hips, his gaze turning into a slight glare.

you returned his glare, causing his own to soften a little. “i want you to come to the party with me. that’s all i ask.” you held your hands behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers as you watched the vein on his forehead disappear. he sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as he thought about your request.

he met your stare once more, this time your eyes filled with more desperation than anything. with one last huff, he finally gave you the response that you’d been hoping for. “don’t expect to wear a costume or anything, alright? and if there isn’t good booze then i’m leaving.” it was the bare minimum, but you squealed, rushing up to him and wrapping your arms around his defined torso in a tight embrace.

he gently peeled you off of him, giving you a gentle pat on the cheek with his calloused hand before locking himself in the solace of his room. you glanced at the time. 7:42pm, meaning that you had just over an hour to get ready and there was still so much you had to do. you rushed to the bathroom, starting to work on your hair, makeup, and finding a costume that would make jack lose his mind.

you finished off in the bathroom, coming out looking the opposite of how you went in. you strolled over to your room, making your way to the mass of clothes in your closet. you wanted something that was simple but not forgettable. something that would turn all heads in your direction without making you seem like an attention seeker.

just as the clock struck 9, you heard his heavy footsteps echoing through the eerie halls, coming in your direction. he landed a few knocks on the door, his tone revealing his irritation. “are you goin’ to this thing or not?!” there was no response, allowing his voice to bounce off the walls. he banged on the door a few more times before you flung the door open.

“s-sorry, im here. let’s go.” you walked past him, but his jaw was on the floor. he was frozen in place, reeling over the sight he saw for only a fraction of a second. you were halfway down the hall, but he just continued to stare at what you were wearing.

you had on a short, tight black leather skirt with torn tights underneath, something you knew always made him weak in the knees. but your shirt is what surprised him the most. it was his well-known ultraviolence t-shirt, but you had tailored it into a skintight lacy bra that could barely hold itself together on your body.

you put on your shoes, feeling as he gawked at you. you looked in his direction, a pink flush covering his pale cheeks. “you coming?” you smiled at his teasingly as he blinked himself back to reality. he rubbed his eyes, muttering quietly under his breath. “y-yeah, just a sec…

he seemed to be in a daze the whole journey to the party. your hands were locked the entire time, but you felt him stealing occasional glances at you, his hands getting sweaty and his body trembling slightly. and best of all, it seemed like he was actually looking forward to the party, but you couldn’t be too sure. 

you and him quietly stepped into the host’s house, instantly being welcomed by the strong smell of beer. you lead jack inside, making him look like a lost puppy that was clinging onto you. you brought him to the kitchen, pouring some beer into a plastic red cup and handing it to him with a warm smile. 

“thanks for coming out with me tonight. i hope this isn’t too much for you.” he shakily took a sip from the cup, his eyes travelling down your cleavage. “no problem…” you picked up on the slight uncertainty in his voice, feeling the need to lighten the mood. “so you really didn’t dress up? you’re no fun.” you gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, making his body jerk.

you noticed his silence, starting to feel a twinge of remorse. you spoke again, but this time your voice was regretful. “y’know what? how about we just call it a night. this party wasn’t as good as i thou-” your speech was cut off when he grabbed your neck and pulled you into a hungry, desperate kiss.

his mouth stayed on your for the longest second of your life before he pulled away,, leaving your expression contorted from shock. he smiled sheepishly at you. “you know i’ve been looking for this shirt…” a dumb little smile crept onto your face as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “yeah… i know.”

author's note: im so sorry for unannounced inactivity :(( this week was rlly hectic but im free all weekend so stay ready!!

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okok hear me out: rough sex in a loud party where any character you want is pounding into reader, forcing them to be quiet until he cums all over her and forces her back into the party, putting her on display for everyone. just a thought, love you're writing !!

LOOSEN UP THEIR FROWN, MAKE 'EM FEEL ALIVE!

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you're only his.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit here! hard dom!euro, sub!reader unprotected sex, rough sex, impact play, public sex/exhibitionism?? , voyeurism?, slight asphyxiation, degradation, spit, jealous!euro, toxic (?) couple tbh, FACIALLLL!!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - euronymous x fem!reader ❪ not the actual euronymous, only rory’s portrayal. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ note - IM BACKKK from my dreadful writers block!! i'm also bombarded with school work, i'm so sorry for being inactive on terms of writing!! thank u for the request & hopefully i did this request justice... i'm literally sick as shit and seeing stars!! as always, not proofread! requests are open!!

HOW did you end up here? Standing in the middle of a house party, your face covered in his cum. Others knew, some didn't. But you knew... You knew it all too well.

Øystein had been pissing you off recently, so you decided to take a night out on the town with your friends to blow off some steam. Plus, you knew Øystein would be busy and wouldn't bother you tonight, as he had other plans.

Øystein had been pissing you off recently, so you decided to take a night out on the town with your friends to blow off some steam. Plus, you knew Øystein would be busy and wouldn't bother you tonight, as he had other plans.

He'd always be deep into his music, making him insufferable sometimes. You wanted a night without his judgment, so you went to the house party, not telling him that you were leaving. 'It's not like he cares...' You thought.

The party was raging with people inside, strobe lights scattered along the house and the intense thumping of bass. You felt your body come alive with every beat, and soon you were dancing among everyone else.

Your friends had left you to talk to other guys, get drinks, and possibly fuck. That alone made you want to leave, but something about this party didn't allow you to. Everything around you was a blur, and other men had hands on your waist... But they weren't him.

Suddenly, you felt a new pair of hands around your waist. You looked back and saw Øystein standing there, his eyes smoldering with desire… But also anger and passion. He looked at you with an intensity that made your body tremble.

Your stomach bubbled with many emotions, and your head was like a wheel; spinning with what you should say to him at this moment.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from parties like this, but now here you are!” Øystein said incredulously.

You wanted to say something along the lines of how it wasn't his decision to make, but you couldn't take your eyes off him; he was still holding you close. Something in your head felt unscrewed, not responding well to his response. You should've been defending yourself... Not standing there with your eyes searching his.

“I-I…” You stuttered, unable to put together any sort of coherent response.

He only grabbed you, leading you away from the suffocating crowd you didn't even know was bothering you until this point. He kept a tight grip on you as he dragged you upstairs.

As soon as you reached the top, there was a hallway with 3 doors; 2 adjacent to each other, and one parallel to the 2 doors. He opened the door parallel to the 2, loud moans ringing through both of your ears, the sight of your friend riding some random guy she just met.

A yelp emits from your mouth, your hand instantly closing the door. A deep sigh leaves Øystein's mouth, a chuckle soon to follow.

"This is why I told you to stay away from parties like this," he said shaking his head as he released you from his ironclad grip. You were about to speak up again, but the words caught in your throat when he grabbed your face and inched closer, a smirk slowly making its way across his face.

The couple hastily moved away from each other, a stern look suddenly present in Øystein's face. He motioned you to come inside the room while they quickly ran out of it, leaving you two alone.

The atmosphere was tense as Øystein pointed his finger at you, the silence filling the room. He finally opened his mouth to speak. "You were about to do something stupid," He said accusingly, his intense gaze never leaving your face.

You gulped, suddenly intimidated by him. "I-I was just curious," you stuttered. You instantly regretted your words.

He clenched his jaw, looking at you with disdain before letting out a deep breath and relaxing his stance a bit.

"Curiosity is not always your friend," he tilted his head, his gaze still boring into yours as he grabbed your hands in his own. "I think… You’re just acting like a slut to get my attention."

You felt your heart racing as you stared back at him, unable to find words. Øystein smiled devilishly before swooping in for a kiss without warning, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. He then kissed every inch of your body until his lips were back on yours. You could feel electricity coursing through both of your bodies and it felt amazing. You knew then that you were in way too deep.

His grip on you was tight, almost bruising your waist. As you both kissed, his body collided with yours, and soon you found yourself laid on the bed with him on top of you.

Your pussy pooled with wetness, his veiny, pale hands traveling to your core. He started to move his fingers inside you, pushing and pulling in a deep rhythm. His subtle and gentle movements were filling your body up with pleasure like nothing else before. With each thrust of his hand, you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Before you even came, his hands retracted from your core and his lips trailed down your neck. He worked his way to your nipples, pulling up your top, and teasing them with his tongue as he moved further down past the small of your back, kissing each inch of skin as if it were precious.

However the passion ended there. Øystein suddenly flipped you over on all fours, his hand colliding with your ass; a stinging sensation traveling through you.

A moan escaped your lips, as you felt empty without him inside. In order to fill that void, your fingers found its way to your clit, rubbing it as strained whimpers escaped your mouth.

He smacked your hand away, placing his hand in front of your mouth. "Spit." He demanded.

A pool of your saliva bubbled on his hand, as he retracted it and rubbed it on his aching cock.

And before you knew it, he was spearing into you. His thrusts hurried and intense, as if it were his last time, each increasing in pressure until he was shaking with the feeling of pure pleasure.

"S-Slow down, Øystein... Fuck!" You cried out, sobs bubbling out of your mouth, and as soon as you know it, tears spilled out from pleasure.

Your moans rung in his ears as he noticed the music downstairs died down a bit, but he didn't care. He was too focused on the blissful pleasure that your body gave him, as your muscles clenched onto his cock with each thrust, sending spasms of ecstasy through his body.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly stuffing your face into the pillows, suppressing your moans.

"Be fucking quiet, whore." He seethed, as his thrusts quickened and the air filled with your muffled moans.

It was hard to breathe with your face in the pillows, and the fact that he kept smacking your ass didn't help much. You felt your insides warming up as he hit just the right spot, and it wasn't long before a wave of heat spread over your body.

Just before you knew it, you came on his hard cock, moaning into the pillow as your wet pussy clenched tightly onto his cock. Your fluids seeped down your thighs, as your body shook in recovering pleasure.

Øystein was about to fall apart, his thrusts going erratic. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he started pounding into you wildly. It wasn't long before he let out a deep guttural grunt, "Let me paint that pretty face of yours." He pulled your head out the pillows, whispering in your ear.

The searing pain of the grip on his hair flowed through you, but you were still at a high.

He made you drop to your knees, pumping his cock right in front of your face. You opened your mouth, closing your eyes and letting Øystein shoot his cum over your tongue and face.

It was then that you felt the last contractions of his orgasm, and Øystein finally released his grip from your hair. You stayed on your knees for a moment, taking in everything that just happened.

As you looked up to him with glazed eyes, his smile devilishly looking down upon you. "Let's go," His voice raspy.

You stood up, nodding, and your knees slightly went weak. "Let me just wipe my face–"

"No." Øystein's voice was stern. "Leave it." He said with a smirk.

As you both descended down the stairs, the party still going on as a few eyes stared at you. Silence was shared between them, while others raised an eyebrow.

Shit, some of them even had a hard-on.

Øystein didn't care though,

he wanted everyone to know you were his.

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and hearing his heavy breathing and feeling his hot breath as he whimpers your name quietly under his breath

been thinking abt dry humping clyde all day. rolling my hips against his as he keeps a shaky grip on me, pressing my body against his and making me feel how hard he is as sweet little curses escape from his lips...

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I’d just like to point out how many hot people are in this fandom lmao Rory is a lucky man

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you’re the only one euro let’s punk him.

you’re such a angry, bossy little thing, he loves it so bad. can get him rock hard sometimes. youre working at the counter and him and the band come in loud, and immediately you’re snapping at them.

“HEY.” you point, and when they jump and look towards you you’re glaring at them with glasses and a pen in your hand. “you see i’m studying. take that shit downstairs, and i’m not asking.” and they’re yes maaming you and hurrying downstairs.

he even lets you punk him in front of his friends, he doesn’t care. it’s so hot. “øystein, øystein,” you snapping your fingers at him while he sits on the couch. “I just cleaned up down here, don’t fuck it up already. this is your den, keep it clean. that means all of you, come get the shit up!” you point and hes on the floor before you could shift your weight. his friends hate it. “ronymous, be fuckin’ for real.” “dude, she’s got you on a leash.” to which he tells them off before he kisses your cheek and apologizes for the mess.

he caters to you when you’re bratty, “baby, sweetheart, what’s the issue? speak to me,” he cooes, hands cupping your cheeks but you just jerk away and recross your arms. had he been a little on edge he’d snatch you up and do something about your attitude, but everything’s been making you mad lately, so he was on his Ps and Qs.

or when you’re helping out with the band, fixing a string or breaking in drums and deep into what you’re doing. mrs. busybody (pretend you know how to do that shit lolz). he’s checking in on you from down in the den, “baby you want somethin to eat? im runnin to the deli,” he says sweetly, he knows not to bother you but he can’t help it, lord knows you probably haven’t eaten either.

“no.” “water? coke? a hoagie-” “no, øystein. leave me alone.” and you say it in a tone that has him pouting, but he just kisses your head and rubs your shoulder and makes a note to get you something, to which you brush off.

I love a simp sorry guys. it’s in my blood. send little drabbles nsfw or not idc :3