synopsis: after you and kappa are on the way back from a successful run, stealing whatever you wanted and killing whoever you wanted, the blood of the victims is still all over you, splattered. kappa found it attractive how you always did whatever you wanted, your wildness is what had him drawn to you from the beginning, and now you were his. it was known throughout is cult that you were off limits, from the amount of times people have walked in on you or walked into the kitchen for a meeting and you'd be having sex. now, kappa was growing impatient as you were giving him roadhead.
imagine.
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ kappa 𝔁 fem!reader
˖*ഒ ﹋﹋ word count : 1.6k
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ contents : mention of death , fingering , oral m & f receiving , unprotected , p in v , choking , knife play , blood , and branding.
˖ ࣪✮ ! ❝ say you're all mine, touch me under streetlights ❞
Flashing.
The flashing lights of the streetlights reflected against the windows of Kappa's car, as she watched as every single light illuminated him, which caused him to glance over her way, "Need something sugar?" his voice husked out, and she slowly shook her head letting a small laugh escape her glossed lips, the same lip gloss that she had just stolen from the couple they had murdered. Kappa reached over and placed his hand on her exposed thigh, as she was wearing a denim skirt that she had stolen from a previous run. "You know I can tell when you're lying, sugar." He said, giving her a warning glance as he had very thin patience, especially when it came to her. Huffing, she pouted, before she placed her hand over his, "I just want something in my mouth."
Kappa glanced over at her once again, and he chuckled, "You can blow me, sugar. But you'll have to wait till we're back before you get anything else." He told her, as he looked at her face that had blood splattered over it, and she nodded her head eagerly, moving her hand from his and moving both of her hands to undo his belt and she impatiently pulled down his pants, his cock springing free since he didn't wear boxers. Greedily, she wrapped her hand around his base, and she adjusted in her seat as she leaned down and quickly wrapped her glossed lips around his tip. Kappa's cock was huge with a slight curve, and that made her love his cock even more. Kappa was a true hippie, he didn't shave nor was he circumcised.
His hands on the steering wheel immediately tightened, his knuckles going white as your pretty mouth did wonders to him, and he wasn't necessarily someone who made noises during sex just an occasional grunt and groan. As she moved her head down lower, his dick now going down her throat as she deepthroated him, his hair tickled her nose, and before she could pull back up, Kappa's hand landed on the back of her head holding her there. As she was gagging around his cock, tears streamed down her face. Kappa loved blowjob eyes, he also just loved seeing her cry during sex, because he knew he was doing a good job. Finally, he removed his hand, and she came up coughing she looked at him with glossy eyes, her lips swollen and drool trickled down her chin.
Letting out an annoyed groan, Kappa quickly pulled the car over and turned it off as he grabbed her by the neck, he pulled her closer, "Fuck waiting." he said through gritted teeth. Giggling in excitement, she went to take off her clothes but Kappa's hand stopped her as he grabbed one of his knives, and motioned for her to lean back against the passenger door. Licking her swollen lips, she leaned back against the passenger door as she was told, and Kappa quickly used his knife to cut her thin shirt off her body. Her breasts were immediately exposed as she never wore bras, and he was about to cut the denim skirt off of her but she shook her head refusing to let him tear up one of her favorite skirts. Scoffing, he impatiently waited till she tossed her skirt to the floorboard.
Looking at her bare body, his cock twitched and he used his knife to trace along her skin, looking at the healed scar that was adorned on her hip that read out his name. Knicking her skin watching the blood trickle down her stomach, he leaned over in his seat as he began to lightly trace into her skin his name right above her breasts in the middle of her chest. Whimpering, she watches him, as he worked his name into her skin like he was some artist focusing on painting. Once he was finished, he chuckled watching even more blood trickle down her body, and he knew he'd help take care of it later when they returned. Placing the knife down, he leaned forward and hovered over her before he grabbed her by the neck once more, pulling her over the console.
"Turn around." He demanded, and she quickly moved around until her ass was propped up on the console, and he grabbed her by her ankles pulling her halfway onto his lap so her bottom half was on his bare lap and her top half rested against the console. Tracing his fingers up and down her folds, she shuddered at the feeling of his calloused fingers prodding at her entrance. Feeling how wet she was, he smirked as two of his fingers easily slid into her, and she let out a small moan before she started to grip the console when his fingers began to slam against her, and he curled his fingers to hit her sweet spot knowing exactly where it was. Her moans grew louder and needier as he kept abusing her sweet spot. Moaning out strands of his name, he abruptly pulled his fingers away causing her to whine at the loss.
Moving her up to where her knees rested against the console, and her top half now rested in the passenger side seat, she felt his hands roughly grab her hips, as he lined up to her entrance and quickly slammed into her without warning. Screaming out in pure pleasure, she buried her head into the seat, and her moans began to become muffled as his hips kept colliding with her ass. Reaching for the knife again, he stilled his hips as he was deep inside of her, and she let out a whine from him stopping but she quickly let out a gasp as her back arched even more when she felt him tracing his name into her skin with the knife in the area where a tramp stamp would be. Now she had her own tramp stamp with Kappa's name, and he tossed the knife before he started to plow into her again.
As the blood trickled down her back down towards her shoulders from the position she was in, he reached up placing his hands in the blood before he landed a smack on her ass looking as he left a bloodied handprint. The amount of blood smeared all over her body, and now against his, he knew he'd have to steal a new vehicle as this one looked like a murder scene. As his hips kept colliding with her, he couldn't get a good grip on her hips now that his hands were bloody and slippery, so he grabbed her hair and pulled it back her moans no longer muffled. As he kept hitting her sweet spot from the slight curve in his cock, he was also bruising her cervix in the process. Her moans were growing louder and her words were now less audible indicating she was growing close.
Fastening his pace, and slamming into her, he watched as she came undone, her entire body shaking and that was enough for him to finish, his hot cum burying deep inside of her. Slowly pulling out, he looked down as she crawled into the passenger side seat, her body smeared in blood and he smirked. He knew when they arrived back at the base house, everyone would stare at her bloody body which made him smirk even more when two new brandings were added to her body. Before she could begin to relax, he grabbed her by her slippery hips and propped her bottom half back up on the console, and she leaned up on her elbows watching him with curious fucked-out eyes. Her face had some new tears on it as she was growing overstimulated from the pleasure she had received.
Kappa wasn't one to usually eat someone out, but seeing her covered in blood made him crave a taste. Feeling his breath hit against her cunt, she let out a small whine, and he saw some of his cum leaking out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside of her with his tongue, and she instantly used her bloody hand to tangle in his greasy hair. Pulling at the roots of his hair, as he kept licking around inside of her, he pulled away slightly before he started sucking on her clit, his fingers coming up to slide inside of her. Curling his fingers inside of her, she shuddered at the pleasure, and she arched her back, tugging roughly at his hair which made him let out a low groan. His blue eyes never left her face, as he watched her face contort into ecstasy when she finished around his fingers.
Pulling his fingers out, he licked his fingers clean and smirked down at her, as she was on the brink of sleeping from how exhausted her body was. Watching her curl up in the seat, he turned the car back on and quickly hit full speed to get back home to clean her wounds and clean the blood off of her. He may not have looked like the kinda guy for aftercare, but he'd do anything for his passenger princess. Once they made it back, he quickly picked up her bare body from the car and walked inside, everyone looking at them as the rest of them had returned way before Kappa and she did. They weren't shocked as Kappa carried her nude, they just watched. Closing the door to the master bedroom, he walked into the connected bathroom and turned the shower on, "Let's get you cleaned up sugar."
gonna let you know the plot for kappa’s first kinktober, passenger princess. instead of pillow princess it’s passenger princess because after doing a break in kappa grew impatient and ends up doing it right there in the vehicle
synopsis: you've been failing professor thurlow's class, mainly because you don't necessarily care about college as your parents forced you to go. as the year goes along, you make it blatant that you didn't like your english professor, professor thurlow. you'd always be on your phone or never turn in your assignments, plus your disregard for the dress code. this causes jack to ask you to stay behind to talk to you about your grades and future for his class.
imagine.
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ jack thurlow 𝔁 fem!reader
˖*ഒ ﹋﹋ word count : 2.1k
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ contents : age gap , cheating , degrading , spanking , unprotected , loss of virginity.
˖ ࣪✮ ! ❝ think i need someone older ❞
Clicking.
The sound of a pen clicking repeatedly was the only thing she was focusing on as her professor, Professor Thurlow, was going on about their lesson. She had easily drained his voice out as she focused on the clicking of her pen, and her eyes would occasionally glance up at the clock on the wall to her left. Sighing in annoyance, she still had another fifteen minutes of the lecture. Clicking her pen down on her desk faster, she suddenly saw a hand come into her line of vision and grab her pen, snatching it out of her grasp. Slowly looking up, she locked eyes with the blue eyes of her professor, a look of annoyance written on his face.
Offering him a sarcastic smile, she held her hand out for her pen back, but he tucked it above his ear and looked down at her without saying a word. Groaning at the loss of her pen, since she no longer had anything to distract herself with, her eyes followed Professor Thurlow as he walked back down the stairs, and pointed back at the whiteboard where all his notes were listed. Once he began speaking again, she rolled her eyes as she lazily placed her head in the palm of her hand as her eyes focused on the clock. She tried her hardest to hear the ticking of the clock, but where her professor had to speak loudly so everyone in his classroom could hear him, it drowned out the ticking of the clock.
Successfully zoning out, she kept her eyes locked on the clock on the wall, and she didn't realize that everyone around her was packing up to leave for class. It wasn't until the same hand came down on her desk, causing her to slightly jump and look up at her professor, "Hope I didn't interrupt your daydreaming." He said dryly, and she rolled her eyes as she turned her attention to her pen that was now being used to hold his hair into a bun. "See me after class, I need to talk to you about your grades and your future in my class." He said, and before she could complain he abruptly walked back down the stairs as the bell in the classroom rang dismissing everyone, but her. Sluggishly, she grabbed her notebook which was obviously empty as she never wrote notes, and walked down the stairs towards his desk.
Standing in front of his desk, she harshly placed her notebook down on his desk, and he slowly looked up at her from his chair, and she gave him a sarcastic smile, and he sighed shaking his head motioning for her to sit. Looking around, she scoffed and crossed her arms, "For you to be a college professor you aren't the brightest, there is no seat to sit in." She said, as all the chairs in the classroom were nailed to the floor. Rolling his eyes, he patted his desk, "Sit." He demanded and she raised an eyebrow before she slowly sat down on his desk, her body slightly facing away from him. "Look, I know you're still young and you have a boyfriend which makes it seem like college isn't that important, but if you wish to pass my class you need to start doing your work." He started, and she automatically rolled her eyes, "My boyfriend has nothing to do with me failing."
She stated matter-of-factly, and Jack raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Then what is?" He asked, as he looked at her, and she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't really like you and your class is entirely boring." She said plainly, which made him raise both of his eyebrows. Slowly standing up from his chair, he grabbed his tie pulling on it a bit to loosen it, as he walked around his desk to stand in front of her, easily towering over her now that she was sitting down. She watched with watchful eyes, as he now stood directly in front of her, "May I ask why you dislike me?" He asked, and she looked up at him, as she placed her hands behind her on his desk leaning back a bit. "You just seem so... plain. You have a routine you follow every day, which leads me to believe you're boring. I don't know if you're married or in a relationship but I pity the girl or guy you're with."
Inhaling sharply at her careless subject of his personal life, he crossed his arms and looked down at her, "You come to class wearing the same colored ties on certain days. You wear salmon pink on Mondays, sage green on Tuesdays, indigo on Wednesdays, navy blue on Thursdays--" She said before she reached up twirling his navy blue tie around with her fingers as she looked up into his blue eyes, "and burnt orange on Fridays." She finished, and this caused Jack to realize he had a routine that he didn't even notice. Inching closer to her, he placed his hands on either side of her body on his desk and leaned closer as she used his tie to pull him as well. "Yeah? What else have you noticed about me?" He questioned, his voice husky, and she let out a small giggle, "You always end up stealing my pens and pencils and use them to put your hair up."
As she said this, she reached up behind his head softly pulling her pen out of his hair, as his wavy brown hair fell cascading around his face as he was slightly leaning down to be face to face with her. "You know what I notice about you?" He said, and she looked at him, slightly shocked that he had been watching her back despite her purposely acting out in class and never doing his assignments. "What?" She let out, barely above a whisper, and he moved one of his hands up to tangle in her hair, as he roughly pulled her hair back causing her to throw her head backward exposing her neck to him. "How you always seem to have a fresh hickey on your neck, as if your boyfriend wants everyone to know you're his." He said as he bent down nipping at the hickey that was in fact on her neck.
Shuddering at the feeling, she swallowed which caused him to watch her neck as it strained to swallow due to him holding her head back, and he chuckled deeply before he let her hair go and she immediately looked back at him, "Not to mention how you're always breaking dress code." As he said this, he reached down in between her thighs, his hands grabbing at her tights and ripping them where her underwear should be. His eyes darkened instantly once he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath her skirt and tights, and she let out a small exhale as she felt the cold air hitting her cunt. As he ghosted his fingers over her clit, she let out a small whine her hips bucking up to try and feel his touch, and he moved his hand away as both of his hands grabbed her hips and turned her around to where she was bent over his desk.
Gasping at the sudden action, she placed her hands on the wooden desk and looked over her shoulder as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops, as he held it in his hands before he put the two ends together, "You have failed eight of my tests, and three pop quizzes. You'll get eleven, count or I'll keep adding." He told her, and her eyes widened before she nodded her head. Using one hand, he flipped her skirt up and tore her tights exposing her bare ass, and before she could get a warning the belt came slamming down onto her ass. Letting out a slight scream, her nails slightly dug into the wood, "One." She muttered out through clenched teeth, and once he heard her count, he landed two more back to back which caused her to nearly scream, "Two, three." she said quickly, and his eyes never once left her face.
Making eye contact with him, he landed four more back to back, her ass already bright red, "Four, five, six, seven." She cried out, as tears were now falling down her face, and his hand came down gently rubbing her ass in a way to soothe the burning, and he pulled his hand away landing another, "Eight." she said through sobs, and quickly he landed the last three, "Nine, ten, eleven." She said through broken sobs, and he dropped the belt to the floor and used both of his calloused hands to soothe the pain on her ass that was turning a light purple from slight bruising. He also smirked, as his name showed up on her left ass cheek, as it was embroidered into his belt. Calming down, her face was now tear-stained and her mascara was running down her face. She already looked fucked out and he hadn't even gotten to her yet.
Unbuttoning his pants, he dropped them down to his ankles along with his boxers, as his cock sprung up slapping against his lower clothed stomach. "Have you ever done this?" He asked, turning her around on her back, and she shook her head looking up at him with puffy eyes, "I'll go gentle at first." He told her, and she nodded her head as he rubbed his tip along her clit and entrance, he would've fingered her to get her prepped but he wanted to still punish her for acting out in class, slowly he eased his tip in and she reached up gripping his bicep. Looking down at her, watching her face contort, he kept going in stopping when he'd notice pain flash over her face. Finally, he bottomed out in her, and he waited for her to give the go-ahead, and soon she let out a small whine and he took that as his cue.
Slowly, he pulled out and slowly sunk back into her, her gummy walls gripping his cock, and he let out a small groan of pleasure at how she felt around him, and she dug her nails into his bicep before he finally lost all self-control and started pounding into her, her loud moans echoing through the classroom. The sound of moaning and skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the classroom, and she grabbed his tie pulling him down, sloppily slamming her lips into his, her lipgloss smearing all over his lips as he desperately kissed her back with as much eagerness. His hips never let down on their pace, and he grabbed one of her legs during their heated kiss and propped it up on his shoulder giving him a new angle.
At the new angle, she felt something overpowering flow through her body, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, and he smirked realizing he had found her spot, and started to abuse it over and over again, "Yeah? Is the whore close to finishing?" He said, and she nodded her head quickly as the bubble that was forming in her stomach began to burst, and he quickened his pace as he wanted them to finish together. Once she let out a guttural moan, and she began to clench around him he soon shot his hot cum into her, and he let out a low groan into her ear, as he buried his head into her neck sucking on it to muffle his groaning, easily leaving behind a hickey. Shuddering as he rode out his high, he slowly pulled out and watched as his cum leaked out of her, and he used his fingers to push it back in.
Smirking down at her he grabbed her pen and leaned down as he began to write on her hand, writing down his number. "Call me if you want to be a slut even more and cheat on your boyfriend." He whispered into her ear, and he pulled up his pants and boxers buttoning them, and quickly putting his belts through the loops. Looking down at her disheveled appearance, he patted her thigh as she slowly slid off his desk and pulled her skirt down expertly hiding the fact that her tights were ripped, and she fixed up her hair, not caring about her makeup since she'd cried at school before. "Hey, Mr. Thurlow, is--" Stopping mid-sentence, her boyfriend looked at her and scrunched his eyebrows together, "Why the hell are you crying? Did he tell you that you were gonna flunk out of college?"
synopsis: euronymous despised you, yet he had to put up with you due to you being the sister of his bandmate, faust. although, you also despised him since he was always cocky. you wanted nothing more than to humble him every time you two interacted. faust knew of the hatred between the two and tried to always have practice whenever you were over at your boyfriend's.
this will be a series, a semi-slow burn.
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ euronymous 𝔁 fem!reader
˖*ഒ ﹋﹋ word count : 1.8k
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ contents : blood , mention of cheating , and degrading terms.
˖ ࣪✮ ! ❝ we don't have to be in love. ❞
Footsteps.
Was all she heard as she was in the living room, watching whatever was on the television since she couldn't find the remote nor could she bring herself to get up and change the channel. As the door swung open, she didn't bother looking over in the direction as she knew who had entered. "Oh, I thought you'd be over at your boyfriend's by now." Her brother spoke up, and she finally looked over and shook her head, "Decided not to go today." She said plainly, looking at each individual bandmate.
Once her eyes landed on the founder of her brother's band, she looked into his icy eyes, glaring at him. Tearing her eyes away from him. she got up off the bed not wanting to be around them longer than she had to. Walking over to the refrigerator, she grabbed the nearest beer in her sight and before she could even stand back up the beer was swiped from her grasp. Looking up at the culprit that stole her beer, she made eye contact with the same icy eyes, "Aren't you too young for this peach?" He drawled out, clear disdain evident in his tone.
Using the nickname he adorned her when he first met her, as she was eating canned peaches. She hated that nickname since he was the one who gave it to her. Rolling her eyes, she snatched the beer bottle back out of his grasp as she stood up straight, Øystein still towered over her. "I'm the same age as you, dumbass." She told him, as she began walking around him and he reached out gripping her bicep stopping her in her tracks, "I don't think I said you could have it back." He whispered, leaning down as his hair draped over her shoulder.
Not even bothering to turn her head to look at him, she was used to the close proximity he'd cause, knowing it annoyed her. "Euro, come on." Her brother yelled from their basement, and his head snapped in the direction of the basement as he pulled the beer from her grasp once more and walked away from her without a word. "Prick." She said, not caring if he heard her or not, and she turned around on her heel opening the fridge up to grab another beer. Quickly opening the beer with her teeth, she took a long swig of it before she heard the muffled noise of their music from the closed door of the basement and the floor beneath her.
Groaning to herself, she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, hoping that the two floors between the basement would drown out the noise of their music. Once she opened the door to her room, she looked at how messy it was and she shrugged deciding she'd clean it another day. Sitting the beer on her bedside table she plopped down on her bed, still able to hear a small amount of the music. Since the music drowned out any noise outside her bedroom, she found it relaxing, as if she were in her own world. Reaching over to grab her beer, she accidentally knocked the bottle off and jumped as it shattered on the floor.
Carefully getting off the bed, she quickly began picking up the shards of glass and tossed them in the trashcan that she had in her room. Picking up one of the last pieces, she winced as she cut her palm open and she dropped the piece of glass as she hissed in pain. Getting up, holding her hand to her chest not caring that she was getting blood all over her shirt, she quickly ran into the bathroom putting her hand under the water as she turned on the sink. Biting her lip in pain, she closed her eyes as the pain was much worse than she imagined, "What the hell happened?" She heard, and she looked over at her brother, as he walked into the bathroom after he followed the trail of blood in the hallway.
Groaning out in pain, she shook her head, "Accidentally broke a beer bottle in my room." She said through gritted teeth while her brother sighed at how clumsy she could be and he abruptly walked away leaving her alone, "Seriously?" She said, wishing he would've stayed to help her out, "Damn, peach. Look how fragile you are." Hearing his voice made her want to immediately pass out so she didn't have to deal with him. "Here to mock me even more?" She said as she kept her eyes trained on the water that kept turning red from her oozing blood. "Now, what kind of person would I be to kick a puppy." He said, and she scoffed rolling her eyes, "You already do that enough."
She said, the pain shooting through her arm now and she let out a light whimper of pain and saw another hand enter her line of vision as they grabbed her wrist pulling her hand out from underneath the water to examine the injury. "Could you not be so rough." She muttered, and he dropped her wrist instantly and backed away from her. Moving closer after looking at her in silence for a couple seconds, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto the sink counter, and she was about to complain but his hand was placed over her mouth, "Don't." He warned, and she slowly nodded her head watching him as he removed his shirt she had to look away from him as he was now shirtless.
Clearing her throat, she looked down at her hand, watching as he slowly wrapped his shirt around it, clearly not caring if she got blood on it. Sliding off the sink, she kept her eyes forward as she walked out of the bathroom and into her room without a word, hearing his footsteps following in behind her. Seeing her brother and Jan on the ground picking up the shattered glass, she sighed, "It was an accident, I swear." She repeated, and her brother waved her off, "Little Miss Peach was a ballerina?" Looking over to where Øystein held up her old ballet shoes she used her good hand to snatch them out of his grasp and throw them under her bed, "Stop snooping." She said, with a harsh glare and he smirked as he glanced around her room, "Don't really need to snoop when it's all out in the open."
He said as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, and she looked around her room once more seeing bras thrown onto the floor and furniture while her thongs were visible as she had never put them up after folding them. "Stop being such a pervert." She said, elbowing him in the stomach, putting on a quick smile as her brother and Jan got up leaving the room after successfully cleaning the glass. Feeling a hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place her eyes slightly widened, "Giving me an attitude after I just helped you?" He said his tone teasing, and she pushed him away as she turned around to look at him. "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate another guy looking at my undergarments."
Scoffing, he shook his head, "Then why leave them out, or are you just a whore after all?" He said, and she looked at him not feeling offended like she should have been, but instead, she felt her stomach flip. "I'm not one of your whores that you pick up after your show." She shot back, and he stepped towards her slowly, "Is that so?" He said while she nodded her head, "Just because you're in a band doesn't mean I'd drop my underwear for you." She added, and he chuckled lowly as he watched her as she began moving to put away the stray clothes, "Usually they don't even have underwear." Hearing that almost made her sick to her stomach, but instead, she felt a burning sensation swirl in her stomach. "Oh, so they are whores." She casually said, and he walked up behind her gripping her hips.
"Don't think I don't know about your little secrets, your brother tells me everything." He said lowly, causing a shiver down her spine as he knew about her one-night stands despite her being in a relationship, "Does he not satisfy you? Is that why you go and fuck every guy who gives you the slightest bit of attention?" He said, digging his nails into her hips and she gasped feeling his nails dig into her skin. "You know nothing." She muttered, and he spun her around looking down at her, "You do our makeup for our shows, don't think I don't see the hickeys you try and hide when you're up close and personal with me. I know that your boyfriend doesn't leave hickeys on you because every time you come back from his place, you have none." He said, and her stomach fluttered at the thought of him looking every time she returned from her boyfriends.
"You've been watching me." She commented, and he just scanned her face and she shook her head, "No, not going to happen. I am not going to be one of your whores." She said, and he reached up gripping her jaw as he stepped even closer to her, their faces inches apart from one another. "Who said you would be?" He said, voice hoarse from how low he talked, and she looked up at him as if she was seeing a whole new side of the guy she had known for a while. "We can't." She whispered, and he dropped his hand from her face as he stepped back, "It can be our little secret." He told her, reaching up and tracing his finger down the middle of her clothed breasts to her stomach in a taunting manner, and she sucked in a breath watching him.
Shuddering, she shook her head and knocked his hand away before she walked around him, "You know what? I am going over to my boyfriends." She said, and this caused Øystein to dryly laugh before he grabbed her uninjured hand pulling her back till she practically slammed into his chest, and he wrapped his other arm around her waist holding her in place. "Fuck him." He muttered, his voice low and she turned her head over her shoulder and looked up at him. "Øystein!" Hearing Varg's voice echo throughout the house, Euronymous sighed in annoyance as he stepped away from her and he began walking out of her room. Feeling something collide with his back, he turned around seeing a shirt now laid on the floor, "Put on a shirt." Looking down at the shirt, he smirked realizing it was one of his. "So that's where it went." He said, realizing that she had stolen his shirt.
send in requests for rory culkin characters or just rory himself. i’m in the mood to write, but i have no inspiration on what to write so send some in (:
i’m so tempted to write a rory mini story or series loosely based on dinner in america, where it’s euro and the reader.
but the reader is the exact opposite aesthetic yet listens to the same genre of music. but instead of liking each other like in dinner in america, they hate each other because euro doesn’t believe someone who dresses like her should listen to his music.
probably going to make the reader be faust’s sibling or jan’s.
synopsis: charlie walker is obsessed with you, though neither of you has spoken before, he always watches from afar. after you had gotten a boyfriend, he started to do anything to get your attention. stalking, stealing stuff from your house, leaving notes in your locker. yet, nothing worked. all your attention was on your boyfriend, but you belonged to him.
this will be a series, a slow burn in fact.
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ charlie walker 𝔁 fem!reader
˖*ഒ ﹋﹋ word count : 1.8k
﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ contents : stalking , obsession , and possessiveness.
˖ ࣪✮ ! ❝ but you belong to me, you belong to me. ❞
Burning.
The sensation of her legs burning was the only thing she could focus on, as the sound of her feet slapping against the muddy ground and her breathing slightly drowned out the ringing in her ears. She didn't dare turn her head over her shoulder to see if she was still being chased, she's seen horror movies. She knew how easy it is to trip if you even glance once behind you.
The crisp autumn air nipped at her exposed skin, though she wasn't cold, not even a little. In fact, she was drenched in sweat, despite the bitter cold air. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind before she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into the woods behind a tree. A scream elicited from her throat, being muffled from the hand over her mouth.
The hand that was wrapped around her waist tightened as the scream ripped through her lips and into the palm of their hand. They looked down at her, quickly hushing her as they held her close. "Be quiet, otherwise they'll find us." They spoke up, which made her look up to see who had grabbed her. Recognizing them from one of their classes, she slowly calmed down as she heard the sound of rapid footsteps running past them.
After what seemed like an hour, which was only a couple of minutes, the grip that was holding her slowly let go, and she stepped away a bit before she turned around and looked at her savior. Her breathing was still slightly uneven, as she was still paranoid, but the pale grey-blue eyes stared at her never once looking away. Looking up at him, as he was somewhat taller than her, she let out a breathless 'thank you'. Nodding his head, he ran his fingers through his tousled hair and offered her a small smile, "I think it's clear, do you have a way home?"
He asked though he already knew the answer. After all, he planned this out with Jill, so that way he'd finally get her attention after all his other failed plans. Looking around, she slowly shook her head in response, and he nodded, "I can walk you home." He offered, and she looked up at him scanning his face, "Why were you out in the middle of the woods?" She asked cautiously, and Charlie looked at her and let out a small chuckle. "I can see how this looks suspicious, but, I was recording something for the cinema club."
He slyly lied, pointing to the camera he had discarded to the ground to hold her and keep her quiet. Her gaze followed where he was pointing, and she still looked at him skeptically and he chuckled as he grabbed the camera from the ground, "Look." he said, as he pressed the play button showing a video on the small screen. Watching it, she saw that he was filming a video talking about locations where they could create a short film, and the woods just so happened to be on the list.
Humming, she looked up at him again, looking to see if there were any signs of him lying to her. As his face remained neutral, she bit her lip in thought before she slowly nodded her head, "Yeah─okay, sure." She said, barely above a whisper and Charlie held back the deviant smirk that wanted to appear. "Lead the way." He said as he motioned for her to walk, and she slowly began walking out of the woods and in the direction her house was. Thankfully, she was already on her way home when she started getting chased, so she was almost home.
Slowly following in behind, he knew she'd be home alone as he had watched her parents leave for a trip yesterday night, and he had also broken into her home to watch her sleep that night. Silence fell over them, as he watched her figure being outlined by the orange-tinted street lights. As she halted her movements, she turned on her heel and offered him a grateful smile, "This is my place." She said, and Charlie looked over at the house they stood in front of, already knowing which house was hers. "Well, uhm...thank you for walking me home."
She said, scratching her arm awkwardly, and Charlie nodded his head tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, "No problem." He replied, shrugging his shoulders as he began to turn around and walk home, "Charlie-" She started, and he immediately halted his movements the moment he heard his name roll off her tongue. The fact that she knew his name sent a shiver down his spine, and he turned back around, "Seriously, thank you." She said softly, and before Charlie could answer she turned around and ran up the stairs of her porch.
That was one of the first times you had given him any sort of attention, and he craved more. It was like a drug to him, and he only wanted to get high from it.
Laying on her stomach, her feet swaging in the air as they were adorned with thigh-high socks, along with the baby tee she wore and nothing but her lace underwear on her bottom half. It had been almost a week since she had been chased and miraculously saved by Charlie Walker, though she never interacted with him after that night due to them being in completely different cliques. She was mainly around her boyfriend or with cheerleaders, as she was captain of the cheer team.
As she was on the phone with her boyfriend, speaking about random topics, she got up from the bed walking over to her vanity to grab her lotion before she realized it was no longer on her vanity. Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, as she looked around for her lotion, "What the hell?" She muttered to herself, her boyfriend becoming white noise as she started moving everything around in an attempt to find her lotion. "Where the hell has my stuff disappeared to?" She said, growing annoyed as some random stuff of hers began going missing.
At first, it was random things like hair ties, her sleeping mask, perfumes, and now her lotion. Sighing, she tangled her fingers in her hair before she plopped back down on her bed, "My lotion is missing." She complained to her boyfriend before a hand clamped over her mouth and her eyes automatically widened in fear as she tried to scream for help. Before she could, a hand reached over hung up her call, and flipped her over to her back. Quickly shoving the person away, she groaned, "Jesus, Kirby! What the hell are you doing?" She yelled at her friend, as Kirby just grinned down at her, "Movie night."
That was all Kirby responded with and she scoffed as she rolled her eyes, "Did you break into my house just for a movie night?" She questioned, and Kirby shrugged her shoulders, "Not really breaking in, I have a spare key, remember?" She said, flashing the spare key before she grabbed her arms pulling her up from her bed. Not even bothering to get dressed, she followed Kirby down the set of stairs and into her living room where she saw people sitting on her couch. "You invited strangers into my home, seriously?"
Upon hearing her voice, everyone turned around and looked at her, "Not a stranger." Jill said as she got up from the couch and patted her shoulder, "I'm getting a drink." Jill said as she walked into the kitchen before she rolled her eyes at her friend as she crawled over the couch and plopped down beside someone. Looking to her left, she saw Charlie sitting on her couch, and she hummed grabbing the beer that was in his hands and taking a sip. "Since when do you hang around with Kirby and Jill?" She asked, looking between Charlie and his friend Robbie.
Charlie would have complained if it were anyone else taking his beer, but the thought of it being an indirect kiss made his body buzz, and he grabbed the beer bottle as she handed it back to him. "It's nothing permanent, I overheard them talking about horror movies and I told them I owned basically every horror movie in existence. So, here I am now." He told her, while she nodded her head before someone tapped her shoulder, "I invited him too, don't worry." Kirby said, and Charlie automatically knew who he was. Kirby had invited your boyfriend to the movie night, and that caused anger to bubble inside his stomach.
Even though she was just on the phone with him, she knew Kirby had this all planned hours prior. Looking around she looked at Charlie with a small smile, "I own quite a lot of horror movies myself, y'know?" She said, striking up a conversation and the anger began to diminish as she sparked up a conversation with him. "Is that so?" He said, his voice almost whimpering at the thought of them sharing an interest, "It is." She said, smirking at him as she looked into his icy eyes. "Let's make a game out of it." He pitched, and she looked at him curiously, "Trivia questions, the first person to get the answer wrong has to do whatever the other says."
Looking up to the ceiling in thought, she looked back at him grinning, "You're on, I'll trivia your ass to the ground." She said, and Charlie's heart was hammering against his chest as this was the longest conversation the two of them ever had. "First question, who was the killer in the first Friday the Thirteenth." He asked, and she laughed and looked at him, "Easy, Jason's mom, Pamela." She said, as he nodded his head impressed she actually knew stuff about horror. "Okay, let's see." She said, thinking of a question, and she grinned before looking at him, "What musician made their own version of the movie Halloween?"
Charlie obviously knew the answer, as he had seen the movie on multiple occasions, "Rob Zombie." He said, and after a while of the two going back and forth with questions Charlie thought of a question he knew would stump her, "Who played Leatherface first?" He asked, and she looked around in thought, "Andrew-" Before she could finish her answer, Charlie immediately knew she had gotten wrong and his heart rate spiked in excitement but as he was going to tell her she was wrong someone fell in between them, wrapping their arm around her shoulder, "Hey babe." Getting up from the couch, Charlie plopped down on the loveseat next to Robbie in anger.
That was the second time you had given him attention, and he planned on getting even more of it.
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