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🤠 MIKEY MIKEY MIKEY

Attention

Gif by @h0nkch0c0late

Summary: Mike's been too busy all day with his guitar to pay attention to you. You decide that you need to do something to grab his attention.

Warning: NSFW, Masturbation, Unprotected P in V, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk, Praise kink (Always)

“Miiike.” You whined, leaning into him while he played his guitar. “c’mon, baby, why don’t we go do something? You’ve been in here all day.” 

“Just five more minutes.” He muttered without looking up. 

“You said that an hour ago.” You pouted, huffing when he ignored you. 

Desperate for attention, you slunk off into the bedroom and peeled off all your clothes, throwing them across the room. 

“Can’t even look up from your guitar when you’re talking to me?” You grumbled to yourself, swiping his hat off the top of the dresser on your way back out, “I’ll give you something to look at.” 

He heard you come in, but again, Mike kept his gaze fixed on the instrument in his hands. 

“Five more minutes.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, baby.” You smiled sweetly, sitting on the other end of the couch. Your back was up against the armrest, legs stretched out across the couch, bent at the knee, and wide open for him.  “Take your time. Don’t you worry about it.” 

Mike nodded, but then processed your words, and his brows pulled together.

You’d been badgering him all day, and all of a sudden, you were fine? 

He glanced over at you, and his eyes bulged. The music immediately stopped. 

There you were, staring back at him through hooded eyes under the brim of his cowboy hat, which just so happened to be the only thing you were wearing. 

One of your hands was between your thighs, rubbing slow circles over your clit. He had a great view too, you’d made sure of it. 

His breathing immediately deepened. Without looking away from you, Mike set his guitar on the stand and sat back in his seat, licking his lips. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He rasped, struggling not to lunge across the couch and start grabbing at you. 

“Just waiting to see what I’ve gotta do to get your attention.” You shrugged, but it came out breathy. “Seems like I’ve got it now, though. Don’t I?” 

“Yes, you do.” Mike muttered, able to feel his dick straining against the confines of his jeans. 

You eased a finger into your dripping cunt, staring right at him while he watched, mesmerized by you. 

“You’d rather play your guitar than pay attention to me?” You pouted, exhaling shakily as your finger slid in past the second knuckle “That’s not very nice, Mikey.” 

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“No, baby.” he breathed “you know I can get carried away sometimes. I was just practicing.”

“You’re getting carried away a whole lot lately.” You whined, working a second finger into your cunt “I miss you.” 

“I’m right here, angel.” Mike brushed his fingertips over your shin “c’mere.”

The corners of your lips curled into a smirk and you were quick to crawl into his lap, stradling him. 

He gently took your wrist and guided your fingers to his mouth, holding your gaze as he sucked your juices off of them.

A low moan slipped through your lips as you shuddered. The feeling of his rough jeans against your bare pussy was doing thing to you. 

His hands came to rest on your hips, rough and calloused from years of playing his beloved instrument. They trailed up your sides, ghosting over your tits on their way up to cradle your face.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. 

“You miss me?” Those blue eyes gazed up at you lovingly, alway in slight disbelief that someone so beautiful wanted him around badly enough to miss him while being in the same room. 

With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you nodded. 

Mike pulled your lips to his and kissed you softly. Then again harder. 

You melted into him, lowering his hands from your face and guiding them to your tits. He palmed them, kneading the skin as his tongue slipped into your mouth. A happy sigh fell from your lips and he swallowed it, letting one hand travel down your side to grab your ass. 

You rolled your hips and hissed, his bulge beneath the denim pressed up against your cunt, offering almost too much friction. Mike groaned, and dug his fingers into your hips, guiding them to rock against him again. 

“Mikeyyy” A low whine escaped your throat as yout fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the roots in a way that you knew drove him wild. 

“Yeah, baby?” He muttered into your mouth. 

“Need you to touch me.” you gasped, quickly growing overstimulated from the harsh fabric. “Please?” 

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Nothing got him going like you begging him to touch you. It made him feel so useful. So needed and desired. 

“You want me to touch you?” Mike pulled away to look up at you and the desperate look in your eyes as you nodded immediately. “Yeah? Where? Where do you want me to touch you?” 

You were quick to shift further down his legs and yank one of his hands between your legs, presenting yourself to him, panting. 

He cupped you in his hand, but didn’t move it, watching you intently. You could feel the cool metal of his rings pressed up against your throbbing cunt.

“Please?” You whimpered, pupils blown with lust “I need you, baby.” 

He watched you squirming in his lap for a moment before running a finger down your slit. You jolted, arms shaking as you cried out, hands clamped around his knees. You were so sensitive from his jeans rubbing you raw, but his rings helped soothe the sting. 

Your back arched and for a second, he wasn’t sure you’d be able to keep yourself upright, but you did. 

Mike let one arm rest on your back to keep you from falling and teased your dripping hole with his finger while you writhed in his arms, a whimpering, begging mess. 

“Fuck, Angel, you’re so wet.” he groaned, resting his forehead against your chest in an attempt to try and compose himself. “Killin’ me here, baby.” 

“That’s all for you.” You panted, “shit, please Mikey, more.” 

By the time he’d built up a slow rhythm and worked a second finger inside of your sopping cunt, you were convulsing in his arms, clamped down around his fingers while his name fell from your lips like a prayer. 

Feeling you cum around his fingers always made the tip of his cock weep. It was the hottest thing you could do, especially while wearing his hat. 

You slumped over into his arms, breathing raggedly as you came down from your high, and whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, leaving you feeling empty. 

Before you had time to dwell, Mike scooped you up and stood. You gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers digging into firm muscle. 

“I’m not gonna drop you.” He muttered into your hair and kissed the side of your head sweetly. “I’d never drop you.” 

There was only one place he could be taking you, and the thought had your walls clenching around nothing. You couldn't help but kiss his neck; it was right there, at mouth level, and you had great access. His hat kept getting in the way, so you took it off your head and put it on his to make room for your greedy mouth.

His grip around you tightened as he felt your tongue swipe over the skin, followed by sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the side of his throat.

You could feel him swallow hard. 

Mike all but threw you onto the bed once he’d made it to the end of the hallway. 

You bounced once and let out a breathless giggle as your hair fanned out around the pillow. 

By the time you looked up at him, he’d already shrugged off his shirt, tossed his hat back on the dresser and was fumbling with his belt buckle.

He stood over you once he’d undressed completely, gazing down at you with clear hunger in his eyes. The laughter died in your throat as need took over. 

Mike was quick to crawl into bed with you, crashing his lips to yours the second you were within arm's reach. He pulled your body flush against him, shuddering at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. 

You could feel his length digging into your hip, dripping precum, and wrapped your leg around his waist in an attempt to line it up with your aching cunt. 

“You want it that bad, Angel?” He breathed into your mouth, grabbing a handfull of ass. 

“Mhmm,” You hummed breathily, “I need you, baby. Need you to fuck me so bad.” 

“Please-” You started whining, but had the breath knocked out of you when he lined himself up and burried himself all the way inside you in one thrust. 

“Oh, god.” He groaned “fuck, that feels so fucking good.”

“You okay, baby?” Mike fought to stay still until you nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Taking me so good. Fuck.” 

You whimpered at the praise, winding the fingers of one hand through his hair while the other clung to his shoulder. 

Slowly, he withdrew, inch by inch, before sinking back down into you, drawing a low moan as you adjusted. 

Once he knew he wouldn’t hurt you, he picked up the pace until he was slamming into you. Your head fell back and all that could be heard in the room was Mike’s breathy grunts and groans, the lewd sound of your soaked cunt and the whines and mewls escaping your throat. 

You could feel the cord deep in your belly going taught and knew he was getting close too when his hips started bucking at a sloppy pace and he started muttering curse words under his breath. 

“You gonna cum for me, Angel?” His breathing was ragged as he rut into you. 

You were quick to nod, clinging to him as you came crashing over the edge, crying out loudly. 

“Fuck-” He grunted, “That’s it baby- Shit.” 

“I love you.” You pulled him along with you barely able to hear his words over the blood rushing through your ears “Fuck- I fucking love you-” 

Mike allowed himself a few more lazy thrusts as he came down, pumping you full of cum. 

Still buried inside you, he pulled you into his chest and rolled onto his side, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. 

"That enough attention for you?" He smiled tiredly.

"Never."

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

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Have you seen kate with that blonde guy??(forgot his name it started with an m but it was his insta and im SURE i saw kate like im a fangirl of her.) im so sure her and rory are together but like they didnt look alike and were kinda hugging and kate was kissing his cheek,could he be a relative?? i do NOT want her and rory to break up

I have literally no idea who you’re talking about, I’m sorry! She usually reposts pics of her to her IG story. Her and Rory are defs together though.

Even if it was her kissing that guys cheek, she’s very affectionate with her friends!

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It’s giving Eurory 😌

From Kate’s IG story x

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🐰

From Kate’s IG story x

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I absolutely forgot how to breathe.

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Neighbours pt. 2

Alright, besties. We have Neighbours, part two, back by popular demand. She's spicy and so, so, toxic.

Summary: The Feud continues, and neither of you seems to be able to stay away. Euronymous storms into your apartment after you fuck with his business and it ends in tears.

Warning: NSFW, Unprotected P in V, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Spanking, Hate fucking, Face Fucking, Overall Toxic AF vibes.

You stomped up the stairs to your apartment and slammed the door shut behind you as soon as you crossed the threshold. Your chest was still heaving from the lack of airflow when Euronymous had his cock lodged in your throat. You hadn’t given yourself the time to catch your breath fully before storming off. 

You braced yourself against the little table in the entryway and looked at yourself in the mirror, frowning immediately when you saw the state of yourself. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and redrimmed. Cheeks streaked with mascara trails cut by dried tears and backlit by a warm blush from the humiliation of being thrown out of the store. Your lips were swollen and puffy from both the kissing, and the blowjob. 

Your jaw ached, and you were sure you’d be nursing it for the next couple of days.

You were a mess. 

The orgasm you’d been denied of left your pussy aching, clenching and unclenching around nothing, desperate for release, but sore from the slapping. 

You hated that you’d allowed yourself to get into this mess. 

Sighing tiredly, you dragged yourself into the shower, turning the water up to a near-scalding temperature as if it could burn the scent of him off your skin or somehow get rid of the desperate need to get off. 

At some point, you gave in and let your hand dip between your thighs. 

You ran a finger through your folds, testing the waters and found yourself immediately aroused. you circled your clit, coaxing a soft hum from your lips as you leaned into the wall inside the shower. 

You tried to think about something, anything else. But your mind was consumed by erotic flashbacks of the events that had transpired in the store below. 

The sting of his palm making contact with your ass. 

The feeling of his lips roughly slamming against yours. 

His caloused hands manhandling your tits. 

His tip ramming itself into your cervix…

It didn’t take long for you to devolve into a whimpering mess, struggling to keep yourself from falling to the floor in the tub when your body was wracked by an earthshattering orgasm. 

You didn’t see him again for three days. 

The music had stopped playing outside of the stores operating hours, and he continued to not use the sidewalk as a urinal. 

You should have been greatful. 

This is what you had wanted. 

Peaceful coexisting. 

Yet, there was a longing to catch a glimpse of him that you had been trying to repress. 

At night, you found yourself thinking about going down there and creating a problem just so it could end in a hateful display of affection. 

You’d been settling for your hand to get yourself off, but the imagery you’d been conjuring inside of your head was getting stale. 

You wondered if he longed for your touch the way you did for his. 

Wondered if you could come back from this sudden attraction, or if you were doomed to spend the rest of your days thinking about fucking him. 

But then, one morning, while you were sitting in your window, smoking your morning cigarette, You saw him. 

The sound of the bell above the door downstairs rang through the air and you looked down to find him pissing on the sidewalk. 

Again. 

“Seriously?” You groaned loudly. “That’s disgusting.” 

“Thought you’d be happy to see me naked,” Euronymous called out without stopping or looking up at you. “Just couldn’t resist the urge to pick a fight, could you?” 

“The last thing I want to see this early in the morning is your naked ass.” You scoffed, taking a drag from your cigarette “You came out here knowing I would be and you’re just trying to piss me off.” 

“You think you’re special or something?” He turned around to narrow his eyes at you. “I just had to piss. Get over yourself sweetheart.” 

“Piss inside next time or you’ll find yourself bathing in coffee again.” You spat, flicking the end of your now-finished smoke towards him before ducking back inside. 

“You do that, and see what fucking happens!” The shop owner shouted “You’re not gonna like it you fucking bitch!” 

You felt your walls clench at the thought. 

So, the next time Euronymous pissed on the sidewalk, true to your word, you dumped your coffee onto him from above. 

“Fuck!” He shouted angrily before staring up at you through the strands of wet hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks. “You’ve done it now, you fucking cunt!” 

You just held his infuriated stare and raised your middle finger, smiling sweetly before shutting your window, smirking softly to yourself. 

You’d already decided that no matter what he did next, you weren’t going into the store. 

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so desperate, despite that very much being the case. You’d sought out trouble in hopes that he’d come after you and were prepared to wait him out. 

The music started up again. 

It played into the night, but the lack of sleep last time really must’ve fucked him up as bad as it had done for you, because he turned it off around two a.m.

You went out and bought yourself some noise cancelling headphones and put them to use. 

Euronymous stopped pissing on the side walk, same as last time. Now that he’d been soaked with coffee twice, it didn’t seem worth it just to piss you off in that way anymore. 

What he didn’t know, was that you had a fancy sound system of your own. You’d been respectful enough not to blast your music up until that point, but now, all bets were off. 

You wanted him to be pissed off and the best way to do that was to make his store seem like a joke. 

So, You made sure to open all of your windows before slamming an opera concert cassette into your tape deck and cranking the volume the second the store opened. 

You watched from the window, with your headphones on, as every metalhead who approached the store all day turned on their heel the second they got close enough to hear it. 

You’d made sure that he didn’t see a single customer all day. 

If this didn’t drive him to you, at the very least, it would speed up the end of his time downstairs, and he’d be forced to move on.  

He didn’t bite on the first day, or the second, but by the end of the third day of blaring music, after you’d left it on and gone to work all day, you came home to find him standing in front of your door, looking beyond pissed. 

You couldn’t help the smug look quickly forming on your face. 

“Are you trying to bankrupt me?” He shouted over the music on the other side of the wall “You’re fucking psychotic.” 

“You play your music loud, why can’t I do the same?” You shrugged, feighning nonchalance as you jammed your key into the lock and let yourself into your apartment. 

You weren’t all that surprised when Euronymous pushed past you and walked right over to your tapedeck, ejecting the cassette the second he reached it, halting the music abruptly. 

You could hear his laboured, angry breathing in the still room. 

He held your gaze as he dropped it onto the floor and slammed his heel down onto it, shattering the hard plastic. 

Your eyes narrowed, and you fought not to react, unwilling to make this easy for him. 

“I’ll just go buy another tape.” You shrugged, setting your bag down on the hallway table as if it were any other day. “I’ll buy a hundred.” 

“I’ll break that one too.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest “I’ll break them all.” 

“Not if I don’t let you barge in next time.” You pointed out. 

“So you ‘let me’ this time?” Euronymous challenged, smirking slightly “Hmm, now why would you do something like that?” 

He slowly crossed the room, stalking towards you. 

“You miss me sweetheart?” He mocked “Been thinking about me?” 

You flexed your jaw, holding his stare without arguing. 

“That what this is? You trying to piss me off so I’ll bend you over my knee?” 

He was standing right in front of you, inches away from your face.

You looked away, but he caught your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“You are!” He smirked “You little whore.” 

“You wanna cum this time?” Euronymous taunted, pressing his body up against yours, pinning you to the wall. 

You couldn’t stop the low whine from falling from your lips. 

You could feel the quickly growing bulge in his jeans pressing up against your lower stomach. 

“Don’t worry,” He cooed, ducking his head down to speak directly into your ear. “I promise, I’ll let you cum.”

“You’ve got to say it though.” His warm breath fanned over the side of your neck. “If you tell me what you want, I’ll take you right here, in the hallway.” 

“Or maybe on the couch, or the kitchen, or hell. Why not all three?” 

You let out a shaky breath, unable to deny what his words were doing to you. You weren’t completely sure what you’d expected by baiting him like you had, but it certainly hadn’t been this. 

“So, what’s it gonna be?” He asked, grinding into you. “You want me to take care of you, sweetheart?” 

You just barely nodded. 

“Say it.” He cradled your jaw, gripping it tightly when you didn’t immediately comply “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” 

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathed, shaking with anticipation. “I need you to fuck me.” 

“See?” he grinned, looking down at you hungrily “Was that so hard?” 

Roughly, and without warning, he slammed his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into his mouth, putty in his hands as he grabbed at your hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. He nudged your legs open with one of his knees, grabbing your hair with one hand so he could tug at the roots while you stepped out of your pants clumsily, clutching his shoulders to keep yourself upright. 

He crouched down suddenly and you yelped when he slung you over his shoulder and hauled you over to the couch, landing a slap on your ass before sitting down and draping you over his lap so that your ass was on display. 

He was tossing you around like a ragdoll and you couldn’t deny how fucking hot you found the whole thing. 

His open palm landed on your ass and you hissed at the sting, squirming. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” He asked, spanking you again, just as hard. 

You didn’t answer, cheeks burning as you buried your face in the couch cushions. The soft moan that left your lips seemed to be answer enough for him. 

“Been wanting to do this all week.” Euronymous muttered, bringing his palm down even harder before running his hand over the quickly forming welt. “Ever since you started giving me shit after I had been such a good neighbour.” 

You gasped when you felt a finger roughly being shoved into your aching hole. 

The position he had you in gave his a great view of your pussy, and he took full advantage of it, pumping his finger into you a few times before pulling it out and smirking when you whimpered. 

The whimper turned into a yelp when he smacked you again. 

He repeated the action a few times, each hit landing as hard as the last until he was back to fingering your glistening hole, admiring the way your cunt swallowed his finger greedily. 

He added another finger, not giving you time to adjust before he was pistoning them both into you at an unruly pace.

You devolved into a writhing, whimpering mess, quickly building your way up to release, but before you could get there, He yanked them out and continued his assault on your poor asscheeks. 

By this point, they felt like they were on fire and each hit felt like a flash of pain followed by pins and needles, but before it got to be too much, he was back to fucking you with his fingers. 

“You like that?” Euronymous chuckled darkly, curling his fingers inside of you, eliciting a whole new pitch of sounds “Huh, You little whore?”

You felt yourself nodding, but you could barely focus on anything other than the way he was hitting that spongy part inside of you. 

His thumb found your clit unexpectedly and you jolted. 

He could feel you starting to lose yourself and loved it. The way that your ass was grinding down to meet his fingers and the pathetic little sounds being muffled by the couch cushions was making his cock ache. It was rock hard, straining against his jeans while you squirmed in his lap, grinding up against it unintentionally. 

You had a half second to be surprised that he was actually letting you cum before you went crashing over the edge, convulsing around his fingers while he continued roughly ramming them into you. 

Even as you rode out your orgasm, Euronymous kept going, pressing even harder on your sensitive clit as you writhed. 

“That’s it.” He grunted, picking up the pace when you started crying out, “Give me another one sweetheart.” 

But then he pulled out and spanked you a few times, hard, before plunging them back into your hole. 

“You wanted to cum,” He reminded you, building you back up to your peak “so cum on my fucking fingers you stupid slut.” 

Within seconds, you were clamping down on his fingers again, screaming into the couch. 

He started slamming his hand down on your ass while you were mid orgasm, positioning his fingers so that the tips of them caught your sensitive pussy. 

You were being hauled up again, limp from the overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure. You just let him slam you up against the wall in the hallway while he used one hand to free his cock from the confines of his jeans, dropping his pants just enough to line himself up with your entrance and drop you, impaling you on his cock, groaning loudly.

Your eyes shot open and your arms circled his shoulders, clinging to him in an attempt to get some relief from the pressure of being so full, so suddenly. 

“Fuck!” You cried into his skin, burrying your face in the side of his neck. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you couldn’t deny how fucking good it felt. 

“Take it.” he grunted, grabbing your shoulders to pull you down evern further on his cock. “Fuck” 

Your teeth dug into his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your moans. 

Euronymous fucked you into the wall so roughly that you wouldn’t be surprised to find an indent in the drywall later, but you didn’t care because nothing had ever felt so good. 

You could feel your third orgasm building, and he seemed to be able to tell. He slammed into you at a quicker pace, hissing in pleasure. 

“You gonna cum for me again?” He mocked breathily, “Cum all over my dick like a greedy little whore? Huh?” 

You could barely even hear him. 

He was fucking you stupid. 

You came for the third time and felt it tear its way through your body. 

You were so overstimulated and fucked out that you could barely even make a sound. Your mouth fell open into a silent scream as your cunt spasmed around his glistening cock. You were so wet that you could feel your juices dripping from your sopping hole. 

Euronymous pulled out of you and threw you down on the kitchen counter.

You had no time to recover from your third orgasm before he was back to fingering you frantically. 

At this point, it hurt. 

You tried squirming away from his hands as tears ran down your cheeks. 

“I can’t!” You cried. 

“You’ve got another one in you,” he panted, looking at you through hooded eyes, not slowing his pace. “Don’t you, sweetheart? Just one more.” 

You let out a sob. 

“Come on, be a good girl and cum for me.” His mouth was on you suddenly, overwhelming you with stimulation as his tongue worked in time with his fingers, immediately throwing you over the edge. 

While you were riding it out, you were dragged onto your knees and found yourself with his cock down your throat. 

“Oh, yeah.” His head fell back in bliss. “My turn, sweetheart. I’m gonna ruin that pretty face of yours.” 

Your brows pulled together slightly in a moment of confused clarity, but before you could even process what he was saying, he pulled out of your mouth and jerked himself off, sending ropes of hot cum all over your face. 

You gasped, half from the shock of it and half from your sudden ability to breathe. 

Your lips remained parted in shock as you felt his seed dripping down the side of your face. 

All you could hear was both of your laboured breathing. 

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Road Head Euronymous NSFW One-Shot

Summary: You and Øystein are in an established relationship and on a trip to Finland to go pick up a box full of super fragile, un-mailable records for Helvete. You’ve been driving for hours, and at some point, you started arguing, and you’d said something that really set him off, you couldn’t even remember what, but he was so pissy that he wasn’t speaking to you.

Warning: Oral (male receiving), rough facefucking, praise kink

“Come onnnn, baby,” You pouted, trying to capture Øystein's attention. “I’m sorry, talk to me!” Your voice was whiny and needy, same as it got when he teased you while you were fucking. 

“Øysteeeinnn” 

“You’re being a brat,” he told you without looking away from the road, but the quickly hardening bulge in his jeans gave him away. 

You smirked softly from your seat. 

“Please forgive me,” you whined, “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” 

“How are you going to do that?” he scoffed, glancing over at you. “By keeping your mouth shut for the rest of the ride?” 

“I can think of something I could do to keep my mouth busy for a while.” Your hand crawled its way over to his lap, resting on his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“Oh yeah?” his eyes darkened and his cock hardened even further, straining against the tight fabric. 

“Mhmm.” you nodded, bottom lip caught between your teeth. Your hands crept further up his leg until they reached his belt, fumbling with the buckle so you could free him from his jeans. 

As soon as his cock sprung up, slapping the bottom of his clothed stomach, you wrapped your hand around him, swiping your thumb over the leaking tip. 

Øystein let out a soft groan, trying to focus all his attention on the road ahead as you started jerking him off. 

You leaned over the center console, freeing yourself of your seatbelt to get your head down to his lap. 

You kissed the tip teasingly and gasped sharply when Øystein grabbed a handful of your hair. 

“Uh-uh” he tsk’d, one hand still on the wheel “None of that shit. Open your mouth.” 

You complied, engulfing the head of his cock with your warm mouth while he kept your hair firmly grasped in his fist. 

Your tongue ran over the tip as you bobbed your head slowly, taking more of him each time while one of your hands wrapped around the base of his shaft to make up for the length that you couldn’t handle. 

“You can do better than that.” Øystein urged, pushing your head down further. 

The corners of your lips stretched tightly around his glistening cock, accomodating another half inch of his cock. You could already feel yourself drooling around him, doing all you could not to gag as his tip eased its way into your throat. 

“That’s a good girl.” He groaned, struggling not to let his head fall back in bliss. “Just a little more.” 

Your mouth reached the top of your hand, so far down on his cock that it was erdged in the back of your throat. You could just barely breathe through your nose, if you focused all your attention on it, but it was hard with all the different sensations going on. 

He guided your head up and down, slowly at first as you got used to the extra depth. 

The choking noises you were making were doing something to him. 

“Move your hand.” 

You shook your head, eyes widening slightly at the thought of taking any more of his length. The movement was barely detectable between the cock impaling your throat and the hand holding your head in place. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he cooed, breathing shakily as he did his best to refrain from bucking up into her throat. “You can take it, be good for me, and I’ll forgive you.” 

Begrudgingly, you pulled your hand away from the base of his shaft and placed it on the edge of his seat, next to the other. The second you did, he pushed your head down roughly, slamming your nose against his stomach. 

You were really choking on him now, your airway completely blocked by the head of his cock all the way down your throat. You let out a whimper, but all it did was make your throat vibrate. 

“Fuck.” Øystein grunted, holding you there while you struggled not to panic. “That’s it. See? I knew you could take it.” 

He let go of you suddenly, and you jerked back, gasping for breath before he slammed your head back down all the way. 

You couldn’t help the tears streaming down your cheeks or the drool slowly pooling at the base of his cock as you gagged and choked on his dick, sending intoxicating waves of vibration through him.

He’d let you breathe every few thrusts, but only for a second before shoving you back down, skullfucking you roughly. 

“You’re doing so good for me, angel.” He muttered in between thrusts, “Your throat feels so good, shit.” 

It hurt. 

Your jaw ached, and the back of your throat must have been bruised from his tip ramming into it. Your lips were stretched painfully around him, but you couldn’t deny the wetness pooling between your thighs, hearing his praise. You trusted Øystein enough to know that he wouldn’t let you pass out, but with every thrust, it was getting harder to hang onto any form of rationale. 

The frequency of the blows to the back of your throat increased to an almost frantic pace while you clawed at his thighs, desperately trying to keep going while he used your mouth to get off. 

“Oh fuck!” He cursed, pulling off to the side of the road and slamming the car into park so he could wrap his other hand around your hair, using both to guide your head down. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Just a little more. You’re doing so good.” 

He pushed your head down one last time, holding it firmly as he pumped cum down your throat, muttering curse words and more praise under his breath.

He let go of you just as you started thinking you might pass out from lack of oxygen, and you fell back into your seat, gasping for breath. You coughed and sputtered, drool running down your chin, mixing with the tears and mascara streaming down your cheeks. 

Øystein slid his seat back as far as it would go before dragging you over the center console and into his lap, wrapping his arms around you while you caught your breath. Your body curled into his, your head resting on his chest, slumped into him like a rag doll. 

When you finally calmed down enough to look up at him with your cockdrunk, wet eyes, Øystein pressed his lips to your forehead and swiped his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe away some of the tears. He used a napkin to gently clean up the rest of your face, cradling it in his hands when he was finished. 

“You okay?  I was pretty rough with you,” He asked softly, looking relieved when you nodded tiredly. 

“Good.” He muttered, pulling you into his chest. “You did so well, Angel.” 

You smiled to yourself, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. 

Yo. Do I have a praise kink? 🧍‍♀️

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🥵 🔥 yes pls x

Neighbours

Summary: You and Euronymous had been butting heads ever since he’d started renting the shop below your apartment. The two of you get into a pissing contest that ends in some very rough hate sex.

Warning: NSFW Unprotected P in V, Rough fucking, Hate Fucking, Orgasm denial, Degradation, Facefucking.

*This one is a little long. I got lost in the sauce and I'm not sorry*

You’d been living in your little apartment since you’d left home at eighteen and considered the space sacred. It was your happy place, and you cherished it deeply. 

The storefront below you had been an apothecary when you’d moved in five years ago. It had been part of the appeal of living on that particular street corner in Oslo. The smell of the herbs and tinctures had brought you comfort in a time when you needed it. 

It hadn’t lasted very long. A couple of years at the most before the little old man who owned it packed everything up and moved the store to the other side of town, where he’d get more foot traffic. You’d liked the shop owner. He used to sit out on the curb with you in the mornings while you smoked your first cigarette of the day. It was usually right before he opened, so he’d light his own and tell you stories about his youth while the two of you smoked in the cool morning breeze. 

After he’d moved out, there was a two-year period where a multitude of clothing stores came and went, all run by bigger companies whose employees weren’t nearly as friendly as the little old man had been. They had been good neighbours, at the very least. 

Then, the store had sat empty for nearly a year before a raven-haired metalhead, who went by the name “Euronymous”, turned it into a record shop. 

You’d gone in and introduced yourself, just as you had with every other tenant who had rented the space, but hadn’t expected the immediate narrow-eyed look of suspicion and judgment on his face. The first thing that came out of his mouth was some variation of ‘this doesn’t look like your scene, why are you in here?’ in a snarky, unwelcoming tone. 

The younger-looking brown-haired boy behind the counter had snickered, shaking his head in amusement as he disappeared from view behind the counter. 

“I live upstairs.” You’d frowned, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “Just wanted to say hi, but if that’s how you talk to everyone who walks in here, you’re gonna be out of business in the next few months, so I no longer see the point.”

You turned on your heel and walked out the door before he could open his mouth with a retort, stomping up the stairs on the side of the building. 

The second you sat down on your couch with a huff, music started blaring from below. 

It was so loud that it must’ve been deafening in the store. 

He’d done it on purpose, just to irritate you. You were sure of it.

You held a pillow over your face and screamed into it out of frustration.  

The following morning, you sat on the curb, same as you always did, and jumped out of your skin when Euronymous stepped out of the shop in nothing but a pair of briefs. You were pretty sure he hadn’t seen you considering he immediately pissed on the sidewalk, luckily a good ten feet away from your spot and facing the opposite direction, while you stared in shock. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered loud enough for him to hear. 

He whipped around and looked down at you, looking equally shocked. 

You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down his toned chest and stomach before darting back up to his eyes. 

“Did you just watch me piss?” He had this little smirk on his face that annoyed the shit out of you immediately. “See anything you like, sweetheart?” 

“Are you living in the fucking store?” You asked, pulling yourself to your feet. 

“Maybe.” He shrugged nonchalantly, still smirking. “You got a problem with that?” 

“It’s really none of my business what you do with your store.” You crossed your arms over your chest, taking a drag from your dwindling smoke “It’d be nice if you didn’t piss on the sidewalk though, I sit out here sometimes.” 

“Maybe you just shouldn’t sit out here, then,” Euronymous told you, squinting. “It’s in front of my store. You start sitting out here, people are gonna think I’ve got posers hanging around. It's bad for business.” 

“I’ve sat out here every day for five years.” You argued, frowning, “I live here.” 

“Well, so do I.” He retorted. “Maybe I wanna piss on the whole sidewalk.” 

You felt anger flare deep in your belly and had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from cussing him out and making things even more tense. 

You nodded tightly and brushed past him on your way back to the stairs, careful to avoid the puddle of fresh piss he’d left. 

Initially, the music only blared during the store hours. That you could live with. 

You were at work for most of the day anyway, and once you’d gotten used to it, you could drown it out for the most part. 

But then, it started stretching into the night. 

You’d given up your spot on the sidewalk that same day you and Euronymous had exchanged words, in favor of the windowsill just above the shop door. You’d done it to avoid conflict, and here he went blasting music until eleven o’clock?

The next time you saw him outside, you called down to him from the window. 

“Hey, fuckhead!” You probably shouldn’t have started the interaction like that, but you were so beyond annoyed. 

He looked up at you with a furrowed brow that relaxed into a scowl once he saw who was yelling at him. 

“Can you chill with the fucking music at night?” you asked, looking irate “It’s driving me fucking crazy.” 

“Then move.” He shrugged, shooting you that infuriating little smirk before ducking back inside. 

That night, he left the music on for an extra hour. 

Then two the following night. 

After a week, it was stretching into the early hours of the morning, and you were nearing your boiling point. 

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and brought it out to the window with you, sipping at the quickly cooling liquid in the frigid morning air. 

You heard the bell downstairs chime and watched Euronymous step out onto the sidewalk. 

As if your brain was moving on autopilot, you dipped your finger into the cup, made sure that it wasn’t too hot, and poured your entire cup of coffee out the window and directly over his head. 

“What the fuck!” He shouted, immediately jumping into the street, wiping the lukewarm coffee from his eyes so he could look up at you. 

“Did you just pour coffee on me?” He jabbed a finger in your direction angrily. “You fucking bitch!” 

You could see his nostrils flaring even from all the way upstairs. 

“Oops.” You shrugged, maintaining his stare with a straight face. “Must be the lack of sleep getting to me.” 

“You’re about to get a whole lot less of it,” He yelled, rushing back into the store. 

This time, the music didn’t stop. 

Twenty-four hours a day, Euronymous blasted music without turning it down a single notch. 

The only good thing that came out of it was knowing that he couldn’t possibly be sleeping either and he’d stopped pissing outside since the coffee shower you’d given him. 

You made it four days before the exhaustion turned into rage that burned so hot that it sent you flying down the stairs and into the shop at three in the morning. 

You were too angry to question the door being unlocked when you slammed it open. He was standing behind the counter, looking as tired as you felt, blinking at you while you seethed just inside the shop. 

Your eyes landed on the record player across the room, and you beelined for it, yanking the cord from the wall socket as soon as you spotted it, halting the music abruptly. You sighed in relief.

Before you could even turn around or enjoy the quiet for a minute, you felt strong hands wrap around your wrists and slam them against the wall above your head, pinning you in place, inches away from Euronymous’ face, red with anger. 

“Do you know how expensive that fucking sound system is?” He growled, eyes boring down into yours, full of hatred “I swear to fuck if you damaged it. I’m gonna kill you.” 

“At this point,” You scoffed, squirming in his grip “I’d fucking let you, I’m so fucking tired that I don’t even care!” 

His hands tightened around your wrists. 

“You are the most insufferable, unreasonable, irritating fucking asshole I’ve ever met in my life!” You ranted angrily “I can’t fucking stand you!” 

“You think you’re so easy to be around?” He snarled, so close to you that you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face. “Pouring coffee on me and yammering about your poor sidewalk?” 

“Those were both isolated incidents caused by you a dick.” You pointed out, unable to deny that in your sleep-deprived state, you were finding this increasingly hot. 

“Maybe because my bitch neighbour is always up my ass about everything,” Euronymous muttered, a lot softer, but just as annoyed. His eyes darted down to your lips before licking his own. 

You really weren't sure who moved first, but your lips collided brutally in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was all tongue and teeth in between heavy breathing, seemingly deafening as the music had been in the quiet, empty store. 

He let go of your hands and started clawing at your clothes while you did the same, allowing him to shove the straps of your tank top down your arms roughly, freeing your tits from the confines of the soft fabric while you worked his belt. Before you could get it all the way undone, he manhandled your breasts so roughly that it hurt, and you yelped, letting go of the studded black leather. 

“Ow, fuck you!” You muttered into his mouth, still kissing him. 

“Shut up.” He growled, shoving his hand down the front of your pyjama shorts while your tanktop remained bunched up just under your tits. 

With no warning, he shoved a finger deep inside of you, chuckling darkly to himself. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Euronymous grabbed a hold of your hair wth his free hand “You’re dripping wet, you little slut.” 

You winced, knowing damn well that he was right. There was no hiding it. 

The wince turned into a gasp when he roughly added another finger. 

He couldn’t help the groan that fell from his hips when he felt you stretch to accommodate the extra girth. The thought of feeling that warm, tight wetness around his cock was overwhelming. 

“Sounds like I’m not the only one,” you smirked, reaching out to palm him through his jeans. “We are not making this a thing.” 

His fingers withdrew halfway before slamming into you roughly, drawing a low whine.  

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” He muttered into your each just before slipping his fingers out of you suddenly and shoving them into your mouth. “You’re hot, but you’re not that hot. I still can’t stand you.” 

You’re cunt clenched around nothing and you whimpered around his fingers, tasting yourself while he undid his pants the rest of the way hastily. 

Euronymous picked you up by the waist without warning, and all but threw you onto the counter, dropping his pants around his ankles as he pulled you flush against him abruptly. 

The counter was the perfect height for him to line himself up with your entrance once he’d pulled our shorts to the side.

Despite having tossed you around up until this point, he paused before pressing forward, almost as if he was asking for permission through his annoyance. 

Instead of nodding, you grabbed hold of his hair and slammed your lips into his. 

The abrupt slam into you knocked the breath out of you. He had a tight grip on your hips and was using it as leverage to make sure that he could get as deep as possible. Without allowing you a minute to adjust, he withdrew fully and sank back in to the hilt, just as quickly.

You hissed, yanking on his hair as you dug your teeth into his shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He taunted between thrusts, “Does that hurt?” 

You nodded, but matched each slam into you with the roll of your hips, whimpering and whining the whole time shamelessly. You could hate his guts and admit to yourself that he was fucking you senseless at the same time. 

Just as he could feel you starting to relax, Euronymous pulled you off the counter and pulled you down hard, burying himself as far into you as he could possibly get. 

You whined when he flipped you over and bent you over the counter, sinking into you from behind. 

You felt the harsh sting of his hand on your ass and hissed, trying to turn your head over your shoulder to glare at him, but he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled hard, forcing your back to arch so he could sink in deeper. 

“Not so tough now, are you?” He panted, spanking you again, hard. “Look at you, you’re just a whimpering, desperate mess, aren’t you? Huh? You little slut?” 

“Fuck you.” you managed to choke out, but it came breathy and needy. 

“No,” He chuckled, pulling you back so far that your back was flush with his chest. “Fuck you.” 

His hand wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to cut off the airflow, but enough that it made your heart rate pick up. 

You could feel yourself starting to teeter on the edge of release, and you tried to grind yourself against him even further. 

“I bet you wanna cum, don’t you?” Euronymous muttered into the side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh just above his hand. “I think you’re close, too. I can feel it. Your tight little pussy fluttering around my cock.” 

You tried to nod, but found that you couldn’t. 

The hand around your throat loosened, then disappeared completely, followed by another harsh slap on the ass. 

You were seconds away now, desperate for it. 

But then he pulled out of you all at once and flipped you over, yanking your legs open while you cried out in frustration. 

“Oh, you fucking asshole!” You screamed, trying to clamp your legs together. 

You felt the burn of his fingers making contact with your bare, sensitive, desperate cunt and a wet slapping noise filled the air along with your cries as he slapped you. 

He pulled you down from the counter, onto your knees, and rammed himself into your throat, groaning loudly when he felt your throat spasming around him. He grabbed fistfulls of your hair and fucked your face roughly while you let yourself get used to get him off in hopes that he’d offer you some kind of relief at the end of it. 

“This is what you get for pouring coffee on me you fucking bitch.” He panted in between thrusts, looking down at your watery eyes and the mascara trails that your tears left on your cheeks. 

He was slamming into the back of your throat, hard enough to leave a bruise, while you choked and gagged around his glistening cock. His pace quickened once he felt his balls tightening. 

“That’s it,” He lodged himself far enough in your throat that he’d completely blocked off your air supply as he spilled ropes of hot cum down your throat, groaning “Take my load you fucking whore.” 

When he was done, he pulled himself out of your throat and leaned back against the counter, spent, while you coughed and sputtered on the floor, trying to catch your breath. 

Euronymous looked down at your tear-streaked cheeks and the desperate, needy look in those big doe eyes of yours, almost pleading with him to get you off now that he’d finished, and smirked.

“Get the fuck out of my store.” He told you after pulling his pants up and tucking his softening cock back into them. 

Your eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. 

You weren’t going to beg him. 

You pulled your top back on, threading your arms through the straps before standing on shaky legs and smoothing out your shorts. 

“I hope you get hit by a bus.” You muttered on your way towards the door. 

You meant it. 

You hated him. 

And he hated you. 

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Thankyou for the tag @starry-eyed-wild-child 🥰🖤

2020 me was depressed as hell, in the middle of a huge BPD manic episode, struggling with work and overall functioning as a human being. But I did meet my boyfriend, so there’s that plus. I was always trying to fit inside the box people tried to put me in.

2025 me is in a much healthier, fulfilling headspace. I’m blessed & so happy with my life. Not afraid to be my best self.

Tagging: @culkinzzz @culkamaniac

me five years ago vs me now

made using this picrew

ty for the tag @guiltyasdave i love these!

2020 strange - i bleached the living shit out of my hair during quarantine and had to shave most of it off. i spent every day playing terraria and mincraft with my now fiance! we'd only been together around six months at that point.

2025 strange - i have not touched hair dye since 2020 lmao. i've been growing out my hair for five years and it now touches the middle of my back. it's too long to be as curly as it once was :') i spend my days writing now. would love to play terraria all the way through again though

FULL PRESSURE TAG @cum-a-calla @itsokbbygrlbutworsethistime @calmjoonie @xmunsn @starry-eyed-wild-child

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saw an anon share their opinion on Kate so I wanna share mine if that’s okay. please don’t hate me for this.

Kate’s style is not for me to say, I don’t really dig her aesthetic although I know many people who do. my friend says that she “ruins Rory’s mystique” which I am 50/50 on, I feel like she sorta does but doesn’t care about that.

on the topics of her photos, I love seeing her and Rory together but at the same time I feel like she posts pictures of them together that made me go “is that really necessary?”. I don’t wanna project but seeing her post all those photos when some of them shouldn’t be shared in public makes me think she’s a lil bit insecure.

that’s all, and once again, this is my opinion.

That’s totally fair! I can understand how her style might not be for everyone. I think what I personally like about her is her confidence and strong feminine energy. I love her style because it’s out there and doesn’t fit societal norms, but I also appreciate it might not be everyone’s cup of tea.

I kinda love how she posts Rory. We know our mans is private, and I’m sure if he didn’t want her posting about him etc they wouldn’t have just bought a home together. But the thing is, we only see snippets into their life—it’s the same with anybody on social media, you get what you’re given but it’s rarely the whole story. Even when it is, as a society tend to pass judgements based on our own belief systems & experiences.

I don’t personally get the impression of insecurity, I just think it’s part of her out-there style and aesthetic, however, I love her for it bc 🥵 girl is living my DREAM haha. Like MAAM thank you for sharing haha. I’d be so damn proud if that man were mine! I’d wanna flaunt him off too haha.

As for the ones that you feel shouldn’t be shared publicly, please correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m assuming the ones where they’re making out etc? Totally not everyone’s cup of tea, I get it! I don’t mind it, but I guess I enjoy the aspect that reclaims women’s sexuality. As a society, men have always sexualised women yet shamed them for owning and being proud of their own sexuality and sensuality. I think it’s great when any woman chooses to publicly reclaim her power. Big feminist energy ❤️‍🔥

But each to their own! Your opinion is totally valid regardless of mine or others. 🤗

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May this kind of love find me.

From Kate’s IG story x

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As a mum, I can appreciate the Sesame Street shirt 🥹😆

From Kate’s IG story x

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*silently screams*

From Kate’s IG story x

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💞

From Kate’s IG story x

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I love a man in pink 🫦

From Kate’s IG story x

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Fun fact: Dugongs mate for life 🥹

From Kate’s IG story x

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Seriously what the actual FUCK

From Kate’s IG story x

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Speechless.

From Kate’s IG x