hannah

19!!

[r0rycu1kinzz]

intro + masterlist :>

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hello!! i'm hannah, 19 and have crippling autism, ocd and anxiety (i love my life)

interests - i loveeelovelovelove music. my music taste ranges from black metal (fav artists being burzum, controversial i know, urgehal and ancient north) to kpop (fav groups LOONA!!! and all loona re-debuts).

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rules for reqs

will not write smut for anyone under 18!!

im pretty open to writing anything except pedophilia/age playing and incest

mostly rory characters but open to any others as long as i know the character well

most fics are written in the perspective of a female reader, but by all means feel free to req anything other!

masterlist ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

euronymous

usage

crucifix

comfort

jack thurlow

payment

charlie walker

helping hand

ghostface!charlie

kappa

drunk

shared

danny cooper

apology

｡𖦹°‧ eventually + hopefully will write for all rory characters w/ multiple for each

[r0rycu1kinzz]

to all of my lovely lovey followers im very very sorry for not posting :(( im an accounting student so ive been super busy with that, and also my hyperfixation lowkey moved on from rory to toji from jjk💔💔💔

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Twist of Cain

Rory! Euronymous x reader smut

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a/n - this is a request from @bluemoongiri , I hope this was angsty enough because I'm so terrible at writing sad stories lmfao

synopsis - Oystein drags you along to a band practice, not paying you as much attention as you craved. You decide it’s be a better option to just piss him off, get on his nerves and under his skin so he could finally give you a little attention at home :3

warnings - female anatomy and nicknames, daddy k!nk (kill me yes i have it) you're his wife so he's extra sweet with you in the beginning (gets real mean at the end tho🤭)

words -

tags - @r0rycu1kinzz , @charliewalkersgf , @leismm , @btsugarush , @hemlockspit , @stinkyslytherin

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The heavy wooden door slammed closed with a hefty and dull bang, followed by the sounds of the locks clicking into place. Your fatigued boyfriend wordlessly entered your shared home. His weighty boots thudded against the wooden floor as he walked in front of you to the kitchen, each step closely matching your rapid heartbeat.

The whole car ride home was silent, and it made your stomach churn with dread.

He swings the fridge open, the dull amber light casting a dim glow over his weary and irritated features. He wraps his fist around the neck of a beer bottle, shutting the door and popping the cap off by striking it on a nearby counter's edge, carelessly letting the bottle cap fall and clatter on the floor. He crosses in front of you, not giving you a single glance, as he takes a seat in the living room on the couch.

His silence was unsettling, and your mind was spinning at a million miles an hour as you went into your bedroom to change into casual nightwear, swiftly rejoining the disgruntled man who was gulping down his beer. His lack of words only made you more fearful. Oystein had something on the television he was barely paying attention to, finally tilting his head to look at you when you took a seat.

"What the fuck was that?"

That was all Oystein said, seething through gritted teeth, failing poorly at trying to keep his composure. His thin dark brows knit together, his face hardened into a scowl.

Hours before, he had dragged you along to his band's practice with him. He sat you down in the corner, even checked on you now and again. But once he finally strapped his guitar around himself, he didn't even get the chance to play before you started asking for things like snacks, a drink, and whining nonstop about wanting to go home. It all was intentional, of course; you just wanted his attention. But he wasn't giving it to you; instead, he laughed and scribbled notes in his notebook when he played a good-sounding chord progression. You sat in a chair in the corner of the room, huffing, whining, trying absolutely anything and everything you could think of to get under his skin. And you succeeded.

The impatient man holds his hand in front of your face, and snapping deafeningly, your skin burns with hot shame, and you shuffle uncomfortably in your spot on the couch cushion. Parting your lips to speak, your mouth felt dry. What could you even tell him? 'Oh, I'm sorry, Oystein, I just wanted you to pay attention to me!'

Snapping your mouth shut, you were unable to find the words and properly explain yourself, so you settled on quietness, a more direct answer. The man raked his fingers through his long sable-black locks, shifting in his spot to turn his body towards you slightly as he shook his head with an exasperated sigh. Wiry hairs above his lip pulled downward in a Fu Manchu mustache, twitching as his irritation simmered and faded away slightly.

"Babydoll..." Oystein hummed, deeply inhaling and determining he'd take a gentler approach with you after realizing this wasn't a surface-level issue. There was more to your bratty behavior and acting out of line. He's learned not to let his negative reactions get too out of hand; being with you made him a more considerate and thoughtful gentleman. Most of the time, anyway.

His hand reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear in a wordless act of benevolence. "You acted like a brat." He states bluntly with a simple raise of his once furrowed brow, finally crumbling internally and tugging you into his lap, his slender arms wrapping around you securely. He pulls up into his lap, his chest pressed flush with your back. He held you, rocking you side to side until you were properly able to articulate your words.

"You know you've gotta use your words, baby, 'm not a mind-reader." Oystein pointed out, his larger hand engulfing yours once he interlaces his fingers with yours. Finally breaking down, your excuse tumbled from your quivering lips... that all you wanted was attention. His attention. You needed him to take care of you, feeling isolated by how often he was out drinking with his bandmates or at practice. You told him you felt neglected.

Oystein was mute for a few moments as he listened attentively, gnawing the skin on the inside of his cheek as he considered his response. His fingers trailed mindless shapes up your thigh, only now comprehending where you were coming from. He clicked his tongue, like he was a father scolding his teenage daughter for something simple like sneaking out, shaking his head at you with absolute disapproval.

"You just wanted my attention, baby? That's it? Jus' wanted me to drop everything and tend to you?" Despite how cruel his words are, he is beaming down at you as if he had just struck gold.

"What a needy girl I have..."

You let out a beaten scoff, sulking and crossing your arms over your chest as he mocked you. This short lecture and teasing were definitely not the reaction you needed from him at the moment. You wanted him to swaddle you up in his arms and cater to your every whim, pamper you, and listen to what was truly upsetting you this week. You worked up a lot of confidence to spill your guts to him about what truly ailed you.

"Uh-uh, sweet thing, you gotta realize you did something wrong here. I told you about talking to me when you are upset." His voice was velvety, a trace of something more sinister laced into it.

“I guess that's my fault for not teaching you better, but I know we've had this discussion before, princess."

Both of his hands were on either of your thighs, squeezing and massaging them affectionately. His words had an icy edge to them as he threatened you, scolding yourself mentally as you remember previous sessions that had left you practically bedridden.

"'m sorry I can't be home all of the time, sweetness..." But his voice is surprisingly tender and sympathetic, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the inside of your thighs.

“I know you work hard too, cleaning and cooking and taking care of me when I get home from performing..."

You can feel his searing irritation slowly seep away, despite the body heat that radiates from him. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Y'so good to me... so grateful for my precious girl." He murmured with a blaketing tranquilly, one hand squeezing under your thigh muscle lovingly, whilst the other cupped the warmth of your clothed pussy. His thumb found the swollen nub peaking from under the thin fabric, rubbing agonizingly slow circles against it.

Closing the gap between your faces, you tilted your head to the side so it rested against a blanket of his soft, dark hair. His fingers pull the ruined cotton aside, his digits swiping up and down your messy folds. He was thoroughly inspecting your wetness, making a show out of pulling his hand away to observe the strings of your arousal coat his fingertips.

"I'm so lucky to have such a perfect doll, perfect wife..." He cooes, seeing your breath hitch in your throat when his fingertip pushes inside of you in a taunting manner. All you could do was give him a sad nod, sniveling pathetically under his tender ministrations. He eventually succumbs to your pitiful pleas and deprived noises, sinking his finger knuckle deep into your poor aching pussy, humming when he feels your velvet soft walls suck in his digit further into your heat.

"This is the attention my girl wanted, hmm? Just needed daddy's fingers?" He drags his fingers out as slowly as possible, his voice having an addicting sugary drawl, the languid push and pull making you grip the couch cushion and groan. His teasing was making your head spin, there was no way you could keep up with him at this rate.

"This isn't fair..." You whined like an insolent child, with a tone of dramatic anguish. His finger wiggled, pulling out until the tip of it barely breached that first ring of tight muscle.

“Uh-uh.” Oystein corrected disapprovingly at your pathetic whine, pulling his finger out and slapping your drenched cunt, the sting making you yelp in shock.

Oystein's fingers still inside of you, a displeased hum rumbling in his throat, and he sits up a little straighter. The sensation of his thick fingers going still in your fluttering cunt caused your head to slump forward, another unhappy and bratty noise falling from your lips.

“I guess this means you're just too spoiled, sweetness. I've been making us money, trying to afford the stuff we like around the house. You made me end practice early, and we are working on the new album. What has gotten into you? Have I spoiled you just so rotten, my girl?"

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R!Euro relationship headcanons

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tags - @bluemoongiri , @r0rycu1kinzz , @charliewalkersgf , @leismm , @btsugarush , @hemlockspit , @stinkyslytherin

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sfw -

He loves to rage bait you, he’ll ask you your fav artists/genres and will never fail to have something negative to say. Even if he did listen to the same music as you in secret, he’ll find something to say. The Cure? Horseshit, too whiney. Metallica? They try too hard, and sound like shit. Megadeth, Judas Priest, Dio, or even Danzig? All posers.

Literally doesn’t care about public displays of affection, he’ll have you perched in his lap in a restaurant, or making out with you in the middle of shopping. His arm is constantly around your waist.

He’ll very often drag you along to band practice, and when Mayhem tours, he’ll have you right there in that tour bus with him.

Oystein loves doing stupid shit just to see your reaction. One night he proposed that you play five finger fillet together, of course you told him no! After pleading to no avail with the man, you watched on as he splayed his large palm on your wooden coffee table. He grabs his hunting knife, holstered on his calf at all times, and spreads his fingers out. He makes a show out of it, going quicker with each successful pass he made.

He is very clingy but doesn't really admit it? He's always got his hands on you, in public he has a guiding palm flat on your lower back. In private he has to have you perched in his lap or cuddled against him. He is kind of mean with his affection, pinching or biting you whenever he feels the urge bubble within him. It's like his cuteness aggression.

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Oystein had almost no sex drive before he met you, sexual thoughts would rarely plague his thoughts, he always too busy with running Helvete. Ever since he met you? He’ll go to sleep, and you would slowly seep into his brain. Near every night he has to jerk off to get rid of some frustration, and sometimes waking up with a boner in the morning (of course he’ll take care of that too)

And he is unashamed with practically everything. You walk in on him touching himself? He’d make you watch for disturbing him.

I swear this man is into the most depraved shit, and he is such a sadist. He has a hunter's knife strapped to the inside of his legs, and if you get too bratty with him he'll pull it out and slide behind you, the knife being jutted against the thin skin of your throat. "You wanna keep talkin' like that? One quick slice and you won't be able to talk anymore... what if I cut that pretty tongue out of that head of yours? Do you think you could still tease me like that without it?"

He's a certified brat tamer :3

Filthiest tongue ever. He will say stuff you’ve never thought of. An example, when he had his cock stuffed fully down your throat he’d give a couple of loving taps on your cheek. “Say thank you, baby.” He would mock, knowing you couldn’t even utter a sentence around his thick girth. “What’s that? Ohh baby you’ve gotta speak up, I can’t hear you when you’re mumbling!”

Has a primal kink, loves to hunt you in the woods with his knife drawn as he calls out to you, his voice bouncing off of the twisted bare trees of the forest. If he catches you, he will force you against the forest floor and take his rightfully earned prize.

Absolutely needs to mark his territory. After every love-making session you are littered with bites, hickeys, scratch marks and even faint bruises.

I think he is amazing at aftercare, sitting you up to smoke a cig (if you do smoke) carefully wiping you down or drawing you a hot bath. He’ll be sweet, but he’ll tease you the whole way. “Aww sweetheart, your legs are shaking. I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

[gl1ttertrix]

i would let charlie walker kill me

[r0rycu1kinzz]

sometimes i read so much joel miller fanfiction i forget that he’s dead wdym💔💔

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Sapphire and Ruby Luster

Officer! Jack Thurlow x f!reader

A/N - think of this like an 80's cheesy porno, so be forewarned cos its on the nose asff. it ends so stupidly, sorry for the poor quality in advance I just wanted this fic out of my drafts ! also this is probably just a crack fic I dunno so read with absolute caution

synopsis - driving home from the longest shift of your life, you get pulled over by a police officer for speeding. the officer ends up detaining you, and searching your vehicle, so you plead with him desperately to avoid jail time.

warnings - female anatomy and nicknames, dubcon, blackmail, jack deff turned his body cam off, fingering.

words - 2.4k

tags - @bluemoongiri , @r0rycu1kinzz , @charliewalkersgf , @leismm , @btsugarush , @hemlockspit , @stinkyslytherin

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The area you passed was desolate; streetlights cast a dull amber glow along the two-way highway, flickering intermittently, doing little to brighten the dark forest on either side of the road. Your foot pressed firmly on the accelerator, fingers drumming mindlessly on the steering wheel as you drove. After a long day at work, you couldn't wait to go home, shower, and get a good, proper meal in you. That's all that ruminated in your mind, how good the hot water would soothe your aching back muscles.

The mundane tasks filled your brain, settling a desperate longing for your plush bed, so you didn't pay attention to how hard your foot was pressed against the accelerator. You just needed to be home; you're almost there.

You considered stopping for fast food and searching along the road for any brightly lit buildings, but to no avail. It was just… trees and more road. There weren't any cars with you on the highway, well, except for one… but it kept its distance at least half a mile behind, and you couldn't see what color the vehicle even was. You shook your head to dispel the rumbling in your stomach and anxiety of someone following you home.

Singing along to the music on the radio, you didn't notice the car behind you closing in on your bumper.

White, blue, and red rays light up the interior of your once pitch-dark car, and the wailing police siren warns you to pull the car over. Your heart sank to your stomach once you processed that there had been a cop who followed you for at least a couple of miles.

Steering your car off to the shoulder of the road, your foot slammed on the brake, and your car eased to a sudden stop. Rolling your windows down and turning the radio down, your heart raced as you pulled your driver's license out automatically.

The night was eerily quiet, cicadas and crickets chided in the woods that surrounded the roadway, and every so often, a car would whizz by. It's so late, you thought bitterly, he was probably trying to meet his end-of-the-month quota. It seemed to take centuries for the officer to open his car door and finally step out. The gravel under his boots crunched satisfyingly, his footsteps crescendoing as he grew closer.

"Good evening, ma'am,"

The officer beams his flashlight into the interior of your car, searching instinctively for weapons or anything of an illegal nature. You gave him a polite coy smile, flashing your teeth at him in the blinding glare of his flashlight.

"Good evening, officer,"

He stepped properly into your view, tilting the near-blinding bright light down at your lap so it wasn't so gleaming in your now-speckled eyesight. Blinking away the black spots, you finally made out the uniformed stranger. The man looked exhausted, with dark circles under his deep set eyes and sable-long hair in a tousled bun, stray hairs framing his face. His stern expression lacked warmth, and his icy gaze pierced through you, causing your stomach to tighten with unease.

"Where are you headed?" The officer asks in a gruff tone, his words sharp and uninviting. You felt a guilty and weighty knot tighten in your stomach as you explained you're on your way home from a long shift, feeling exhausted and how you were just excited for your first day off in weeks tomorrow.

"That's the excuse you're goin' with? I clocked you going ninety-two in a sixty-five mile an' hour zone. Do you have your license?" He asked sharply, his tone brusque and uncompromising, making you feel tense as he shot your excuse down in a heartbeat.

Uneasily fishing around for your wallet inside your purse on the passenger seat, your fingers twitched as you handed the man your license, giving his uniform a sly once-over. Fixating on the shiny brass name plate fixed to his chest, you cleared your throat and studied how his icy eyes raked over the information on the little card.

"Look, Officer…" You checked his name-tag once more just to be sure, "… Thurlow, I really-,"

The officer scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were irritated, cutting you off in the middle of your sentence. He holds his hand out as if to stop your babbling before it even starts.

"-Sergeant Thurlow," He corrects firmly, "And you were speeding, that's very dangerous. There's no valid excuse for putting others' lives at risk like that." He hands you back your ID, scribbling your name down on his personal notepad. "Go ahead and step on out for me. Do you smoke?"

The last question throws you for a loop, and your hands tremble as you open the car door. "Uhm… sometimes…? But not today."

"Take a seat on the hood of your car." The officer has his jaw clenched, watching you carefully as you step out and walk around to the front of your car. You leaned on it and crossed your arms over your chest, the car's still warm engine feeling sweltering under your butt.

The officer kills the ignition, pulls the keys out, and tosses them carelessly into the passenger seat with a dull jingle. He takes his time, shuffling around inside your vehicle and taking the time to scribble notes in his spiral notebook, maintaining a vague sense of mystery to his lack of words or explanations. He didn't seem like a very nice cop.

The officer's boot steps echo against the dark pavement as he makes his way around your car, standing in front of you with his arms over his chest. "You wanna tell me what this is?" He questions, holding a small clear baggie between his thumb and index finger. He wiggled it deliberately in a taunting manner, and you watched on in horror as the forest-green nuggets of leaves bounced around merrily.

Your hands cover your face, suddenly recalling the weed you kept in the center console. Your mind whirred with possible explanations, your heart racing and adrenaline pumping through your veins in fear.

"Yeah- that's what I thought… turn around for me." He twirled his finger, tossing the bag haphazardly against the broad hood of the car. He takes a couple of steps closer, slow and menacingly.

Mentally cursing yourself, you let out a defeated huff and faced the windshield of your car, staring into it with a sense of fatigue and longing. You'd give anything to be in bed by now, and the thought of sleeping in a cold holding cell on a cement bench made you tear up.

"Wait, please- it's not even mine! I'll do anything, please don't take me in! I swear, my friend rode in my car, and I think she left it there by mistake!" The excuse blurted from your lips before you could really think about it and make it more concrete. His hand plants firmly between your shoulder blades, his thumb working against you in a tender manner. It was a nonverbal friendly gesture, and he almost scoffed at how worked up you'd become.

"Relax- I'm just detaining you, take a breath." He spoke casually, stifling a malevolent rumble of laughter in his chest. He gives you a couple of firm pats on your back, shaking his head and shoving his boot in the space between your shoes. "Spread your feet a shoulder-length apart, please, sweetheart." His voice was alluring and hushed, only fanning the flames of the hot shame that had you burning. Whatever respectful facade and professionalism he had left were trickling away fairly quickly, crumbling to reveal the true depravity he felt.

His large hand roamed over each of your shoulders, his fingers squeezing the soft muscles and flesh under your work uniform. You swallowed a ball of saliva that built up in your dry throat as he used the back of his hand, swiping upward, his knuckles firmly pushing against your navel.

"Wait- what are you doing? I don't feel comfortable with this…" A meek protest tumbled from you, shuffling side to side with unease and foreboding dread. His hand tightens around your bicep, a silent warning to contain your squirming.

"Ah ah-! Don't resist. 'm just searchin' you…" The terse and serrated warning came out in a breathy growl, and you were suddenly aware of his taller figure looming behind your own, practically dwarfing you in comparison. The firm muscle of his chest was flush against your back, his hands creeping down a little lower and brushing over the tops of your thighs.

"At most, I could have you cited, and it'd be a misdemeanor… you'd have to pay a fine and serve some time. And, since you started strugglin', it'll be a resisting charge. If you're good, I'll just let you off with a warning. How's that sound, sweetness?" He purred inquisitively, laying your lack of options out on the preverbial table for you. The bulk of the belt pressed awkwardly against the soft fat of your ass. You silently prayed that it was just his taser… maybe his gun…?

The officer's hands drop to your pelvis when you don't speak, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh on your waist. He ruts his hips up against you, pinning you between the front of your car and him. "Just need a quick favor, doll, I'm sure you won't mind?" His breath wafted against your feverish skin, his lips ghosting against the outer shell of your ear.

His hips buck up against the fatty part of your ass, letting you feel his confined bulge in his thick denim pants. His hands wandered across your stomach and chest, squeezing your sore muscles as if he were actively searching your person for contraband.

The officer wraps his hands around your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them in one hand, intolerably painful, locking a pair of cold handcuffs around your wrists. Struggling was an unviable possibility, and now you truly had no choice other than to help the officer out with his favor.

The officer lets go of your now restrained hands, his palm flattening against your upper back and forcibly laying you over the broad expanse of stiff steel. The hood of your car was now ice cold, a stark contrast to your face pressed against it, which helped fan the flames that had nestled uncomfortably in your cheeks and upper body.

His hands returned to your hips, making quick work of dropping your work pants and panties down to your knees. He lets out a low whistle, the sharp sound reverberating against the empty woods that encircle you. The vastness of the trees going on and on for what seemed like forever taunted you. The only sound is the soft purr of the officer's car, and a distant owl perched in a tall pine tree, calling out haunting, ghostly, and shrill. Like a rasping call to take caution. It was terribly late, dismal, and desolate; you were sure no one was coming to your rescue. But it had been so long since you had sex, so why not get dick from a public servant of your county? He had your best interests in mind; you were sure of it.

The officer has a bruising grip on your pelvis, his other palm caressing your ass and giving it a couple of loving squeezes. "Shiitt…" The degenerate policeman's hand leaves your exposed flesh, quickly returning with a stern slap to your ass cheek.

An off-guard and muddled noise escapes your throat, drawing the officer's attention to the pitiful sounds that started to come from you. "Shh shh, there there, sweetness, you're in good hands." His words struck you to your core, your tummy twisted with uncertainty, and a sick heat roiled deep in your gut, his unpredictability making your head spin.

Two of his middle fingers slide up your now dripping cunt, letting out a satisfied groan at how messy you'd become for him. He sinks his fingers into your aching heat, knuckle-deep, his fingers stretching you and wriggling inside of you to investigate how your gummy and warm, slick insides feel.

"Fuuckk honey… you're lucky I don't keep your license plate number on file and pull you over anytime I see you on these roads… a pussy so sweet 'n perfect like this can't be left unfilled." Your cunt fluttered around his fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his vulgar lecture. His fingers slide in and out quicker now, your plentiful slick drools over his fingers, effortlessly forcing his thick fingers inside of you, and relishing the noises you muffled against the cold metal on top of your vehicle.

He curls his fingers and angles them in such an addicting way that there's no way something that felt this pleasurable was illegal. It felt too good to be defiled like this. You tilt your head back, finally crying out and spewing little curses and whines out like a leaking faucet. His hand crept up the back of your neck, his fingertips firm as they dug into the base of your neck with bruising authority.

The officer angled his hand better between your heated flesh, his calloused thumb gliding quick circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Twitching against the car, you arched your ass further into the man's palm as you felt that familiar knot tie painfully fast in your tummy.

"You're doin' me a big favor here, sweetheart, mmh…" The officer purred, his pace unrelenting as his fingertips bullied against your sweet spot. His fingers worked you open, mercilessly stuffing your pussy full, and coaxing wanton, breathy sounds from your puffy lips. "Can feel you flutterin' around my fingers- are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? That's all I need from you right now, cum, and I'll let you off the hook."

Gripping the solid edge of your car, you let out pitiful squeals of ecstasy as your orgasm crashed down on you. The muscles that had tensed in your tummy finally spasmed in short bursts, in tandem with your velvety cunt, which pulsated around the officer's thick fingers.

The officer pulls his digits from inside your sloppy and heated pussy, earning a disappointed scoff from you as you stood up from your cramped position over the hood of your car. Glancing at him, you catch the man greedily drawing his tongue over his cum-coated middle fingers and sucking them clean. He unshackles your wrists, giving them a good couple of soothing massages for good measure before taking a couple of steps to your car, leaving you breathless and disoriented.

"I suggest you drive more carefully next time, ma'am." He turns his back to you after giving a respectful little dip of his head, starting back towards his cruiser parked behind your vehicle.

You cross your arms over your chest, wandering back around your car to the driver's side with a mind-reeling feeling, until you spot the weed the officer had discarded earlier on the hood. Grinning and snatching it before the officer could catch you, you started up your car again, eager to take a shower to wash off the filth of work from you. And to silently pray that the officer is on the roads next time, so he can catch you speeding again.

[r0rycu1kinzz]

Ghostface!charlie follows you to the bathroom

mdni!!

includes - female reader, p in v, fingering, both reader and Charlie are kinda drunk, knifeplay, slight hairpulling, I think that’s it

tried a new style😵‍💫

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Ghostface!charlie who notices you at a party. Your black dress clinging to your body in all of the right places. The orange and green strobe lights bouncing from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, shadowing your face perfectly.

Ghostface!charlie who pulls up his mask briefly to gulp down the rest of the warm alcohol from the red plastic cup in his hand, pumping himself up to approach you. His eyes stay locked on you and the way your hips sway to the music.

Ghostface!charlie who finally makes his way to you, sliding his hands onto your hips from behind. You turn, scoffing at the costume. “What’s with all the ghostface’s this year?” You shout over the music. He grins from beneath his mask, his eyes dropping down to every inch of exposed skin that he could see from this angle. “Yeah? And what are you meant to be?” He retorts, glancing up at the devil-eared headband that sat atop your hair.

Ghostface!charlie who uses the grip he has on your waist to grind into you from behind. You took the invite carelessly, pressing back against him as you moved. Heat crept up the back of your neck as he pushed his hips against your ass, one of his hands moving forwards to splay his hands across your tummy.

Ghostface!charlie who’s face falls behind the mask as you break free of his grip, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Your lacy panties clung to your pussy, your slick coating your inner thighs, clit throbbing for stimulation.

Ghostface!charlie who waits a few minutes to see if you’d return, before discreetly heading towards the same bathroom. he pressed the side of the mask, listening to your soft breaths.

Ghostface!charlie who swallows, biting down on his bottom lip as he hears you. He peers closer, trying to get a look at you through the slit of the door. He’s only able to see a tiny bit of you - but that was enough.

Ghostface!charlie who pushes himself inside of the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him with his boot. His eyes are on you instantly as you try to straighten yourself up. The alcohol had gone straight to your head and you weren’t able to stand the tingling between your legs anymore. You looked up at the person before you, breath hitching as you recognised the costume, hiding your dripping fingers behind your back.

Ghostface!charlie who’s grinning secretly behind his mask. He loved the thrill he got each time someone looked at him with those fearful eyes. He tilted his head, voice dropping an octave lower. “What are you doing in here, little sinner?” He purrs, eyes glancing up again to your devilish headband. Your voice caught in the back of your throat, chest tightening as you fought with your brain for something to say. You parted your lips but nothing came out.

Ghostface!charlie who stalks closer to you, leaning down the slightest bit as he grabbed your arm, bringing your fingers into his view. He tutted, shaking his head. “Naughty girl…comin’ in here to do this? You know this is a public bathroom right?”. You stared up at the mask, a weird and unfamiliar feeling flourishing in your lower stomach.

Ghostface!charlie who lifts up his mask just enough so you can see his lips as he brings your fingers up to his lips. He kisses your fingertips then began kitten-licking them to taste you. He hums, “I knew you’d taste sweet,” he murmured, shoving his mask back down to hide his face.

Ghostface!charlie who’s pressing you further up against the wall now, one hand at the side of your head, the other dipping under the hem of your dress. “Maybe you’d like some help, hm?” He questioned, pushing your dress up your thighs further. You could only nod in response, tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

Ghostface!charlie who slides your panties to the side, groaning under his breath as he feels how wet you were. He pushes two fingers through your slick, dragging them from hole to clit in slow, filthy motions. Your lips part, head hitting the back of the wall. “Sweet and sensitive?” He mocks quietly, pushing two fingers inside of you.

Ghostface!charlie who relentlessly fucks you with his fingers. His pace never slowed, your slick dripping down his wrist as he tortures your pussy. “Is it too much for you, pretty? That’s too bad…you wanted this, didn’t you?” He says against your ear. His eyes flickered between the flushed skin of your neck, to your exposed cleavage, wanting so badly to bite the shit out of you - leave you wrecked and marked.

Ghostface!charlie who’s pushing you forwards and bending you over the sink. He barely gave you 5 seconds after cumming all over his fingers, before he was grabbing your hand and making you palm him over the costume. “This…all yours,”. He pushes your dress up a little more, sliding your panties down until they reach your thighs.

Ghostface!charlie who leans down to lick a stripe up your pussy for ‘good measure’, then lifts up his costume to shove his jeans and boxers down just enough for his dripping cock to spring out. He lifts your head up by your hair, making sure you can see it through the mirror as he strokes himself slowly. The tip, flushed red and beading with pre already, the prominent veins pulsing and begging for stimulation.

Ghostface!charlie who pushes into your warm pussy agonisingly slow, making sure you feel everything. Every ridge, every vein, every spot he’s able to hit without even trying. He shuts his eyes behind the mask, hips stuttering already. “O-oh fuck, you’re so tight..mm-so wet for me,” he groans quietly.

Ghostface!charlie who bottoms out inside your pussy and stays there for a moment, moving your hips in a circular motion against him, before he’s pulling out and slamming back inside. He slides his hands along your back, pushing your dress up further so he could watch the way your ass moves after every deep thrust of his hips.

Ghostface!charlie who’s pulling a knife out of his pocket the second you moan too loud. He grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you up and flush against his chest. He wraps his arm around your torso, pressing the knife against your neck - not enough to hurt, just enough to feel. “Oh no…you’re going to get us caught, pretty. Need to stay quiet for me, okay?” He taunts, keeping his eyes on you through the mirror.

Ghostface!charlie who’s thrusts never slow down. He’s pounding into you like some kind of animal, using your body entirely. He’s watches through the mirror as your face contorts in pleasure, your eyes glazing over in the most gorgeous way as he fucks you stupid.

Ghostface!charlie who’s cumming immediately after you. The second he feels your soft, gummy walls tightening and contracting around his thick cock, his hands shake, almost losing grip of the knife entirely.

Ghostface!charlie who pulls out just in time to cum inside your panties messily. He’s panting behind you, swallowing as he looks down at the mess he’d made. He gives your pussy one last swipe with his fingers, pulling up your panties for you. You whimper softly as you feel the sticky warmth against your pussy, unsure of if it felt uncomfortable or turning you on all over again.

Ghostface!charlie who lifts up his mask just enough to kiss you, needing to taste your wet lips before he leaves. He drags the tip of the knife along your neck, making you shiver into his grip. He smiles as he feels it, pressing it against the curve of your neck as he slides his tongue into your mouth.

Ghostface!charlie who disappears after that. You didn’t see him again the rest of the night. Not that you stayed long after that. All you could think about and feel was him and the sticky mess he’d left in your panties.

Ghostface!charlie who smiles at you the Monday after as you sit down on the desk next to his. “Hey! How was the party? I heard it got a little crazy?” He asked you. Your face faltered for a moment as he ‘unknowingly’ brought up the memories of the ghostface fucking you stupid in the bathroom. You force a smile and nod your head. “Yeah! Yeah, it was good,” you say, completely oblivious that you were staring right at the ghostface.

A/n - I’m so sorry if this is a mess I forced myself to sit down and write this in like an hour because I’ve been procrastinating literally everything for like 3 weeks💔

tags (ILY GUYS🥹🥹) @awbows @hemlockspit

[awbows]

Charlie Walker general bf headcanons

tags - @bluemoongiri , @r0rycu1kinzz , @charliewalkersgf , @leismm , @btsugarush , @hemlockspit

a/n - I'm working on five separate fanfics (all listed in my coming soon list on my Rory Culkin master list) so y'all be prepared when a couple of them drop, they're all at various stages of being finished, I've got like three that are close to being done :p !

sfw -

Always trying to compare hand sizes, starts off as an innocent question from him

Addicted to smoking, and no, not cigs, but he vapes regularly, and is a very big pot-head. (What flavor vape y'all think he smokes on, I think he likes anything Miami Mint or Cherry Cola)

I feel like Charlie listens to all types of music, but really likes whatever is heaviest. He dabbles in a bit of every genre, but his favs include the Butthole Surfers, (prob Tool😭)Black Sabbath, The Pixies, Sonic Youth, and a lot more.

One of his love languages is sending you reels and TikToks, and he expects you to watch every single one.

Deff is on the spectrum, i personally think he maybe has a mix of autism and adhd. He has a hard time making eye contact, so it's either no eye contact at all or his arctic blues are piercing into yours as if he doesn't know any better. Whenever you both attended high school together, you always felt his gaze burning into your skin. He was shy when the two of you initially became friends, and never understood that you were flirting with him (let alone reciprocating his feelings!). He got comfortable quickly, though, making vulgar jokes and wrapping his arm around you. His senses get overwhelmed easily sometimes, and he loves to info dump to you about movies whenever he gets the chance.

nsfw -

I feel Charlie is a switch, and slips in and out of a submissive headspace. He’ll often slip up and call you ‘momma,’ or ‘mistress’, and always is touching you. He has a fascination with your nipples, gaping at your chest whenever he gets the chance to. He likes to tease, flicking them or massaging them casually like they were his. (and they were)

Sometimes he can flip between dom and subby in one session, it just depends on where his brain is at that day. Sometimes he'll be so mean, teasing you to no end just to get you on the verge of tears. He is a sadomasochist, he loves the little marks you make on his body. The indents of your fingernails burning into his biceps or scratching down the length of his broad back makes his eyes roll back.

When he is domming, he is genuinely so cruel :( He’ll keep you teetering off of that edge of release for hours, your begging and crying only satiating that inner sadistic psycho inside of him.

He’ll take what he wants, whenever he wants. That includes him stuffing his face between your thighs while you are in bed watching tv or on your phone, dragging you into the stall of a restaurant’s bathroom to whisper meaningless apologies as he hastily undressed you. “So sorry about stopping our date for this, baby, I just couldn’t stop thinking about my girl’s perfect pussy…” His apologies never are serious, knowing you loved when he took what he needed. Its sick of him to apologize to you as he sinks his aching cock into your burning heat.

This man is so vocal in bed, always whining or pleading with you to give him what he wants. And he'll beg so sweetly if you really push him. This poor baby is always so sensitive; goosebumps rise up on his skin with every touch to his tummy, chest, or thighs. He would never tell you, but he really goes crazy if you kiss his chest. He needs you to be touching him constantly, craving your touch. Play with him in public and watch him really fall apart.

[r0rycu1kinzz]

pinky promise i’m slowly working on that euro fic and also ghostface! charlie 😛ive been a little bit busy recently 💔

[r0rycu1kinzz]

hello everyone lowkey i’m curious if u guys can tell if im a virgin and have never been touched by anyone of any gender from my fics…?? 🥹

[r0rycu1kinzz]

hii im the anon who requested the first charlie walker fic and im back with another req!

im glad you said in ur intro that you're open to writing anything, cus i was pretty afraid to ask last time, for ghostface charlie, and i think we all know what that would entail 😭

i'm afraid i'm too shy to specify everything but, mostly dom!charlie + knifeplay, but if you're not cool with that then it's okay!! thank u for the first fic

hiii of course!! i’ve been writing a little slower recently, but i’ll make a start on it soon <33 thank you!!🩷🩷

[bluemoongiri]

Cigarettes And Valentine (Euronymous!dom x f!subreader smut)

; You knew Øystein wasn’t a romantic, but when he doesn’t get you anything for Valentine’s day you can’t help but feel a certain way.

Warnings- Slight degradation, small argument, and I guess obviously nsfw content

Mdni!

Tag(s)- @awbows

Word count- 2K

It started with you waking up in bed alone.

He wasn’t anywhere to be found while you rubbed your eyes for comfort, looking around clearly now to find the shop empty and cold.

Throwing on one of Øystein’s shirts and stepping onto the shockingly cold floor, you wondered the store as if you’d never been here before. In the back office, he sat looking at different papers; paperwork he procrastinated on until now.

“Hey..” You’re first to speak, his eyes finally meet yours and a smile tugs at his lips momentarily while speaking to you. “Hey baby.” His tone was inviting, calm and sweet like you’d known him to be when it was just you two.

You continued into the room, stood behind him now slowly massaging his shoulders all while eyeing the papers he’d been holding. “Any plans for today?” You join in on his tone, quiet and lingering.

He’s silent at first, most likely more focused on the papers than the unplanned conversation he was having. “No, not that I know of.” You blink, furrowing your eyebrows before clearing your throat. “..why, did you need to go somewhere?” Øystein adds, his eyes seemingly never taking a break to meet yours.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was joking. You stared down at him for a few minutes, waiting for a small laugh— anything; though you’d be left with nothing when he stayed silent with the same expression.

“No.” You finally reply, releasing your hands from his shoulders swiftly before exiting the room. He would finally look up at you, but only as your back had been turned and you were leaving him to be alone again. He thought maybe for a second something had been wrong, but only continued on his work.

Later, you tried convincing yourself that he had some scheme to surprise you. So, you’d riled yourself up again for the next time you’d walk into room, turned suddenly to look at something, or just see him. All the while, the only time he called your name was to fetch a record for him.

To say you were upset was an understatement. Even Faust noticed your temper while they were over, but the young male knew than to bother you when you were clearly annoyed. You gave up after a while, the anticipation and suspense only killing you each time. Whenever Øystein tried speaking to you, you’d ignore him; focusing on any and everything else that surrounded you besides him.

“Hey?! You hear me fucking talking to you?” He raised his voice, finally reaching his boiling point. He’d shouted at you while you stayed in bed and stood above you, quickly furrowing a brow you eventually give all of your attention to him.

“You seriously wanna talk to me like that after not getting me shit?!” You snap, your tone irritated and your expression serious. He looks at you more confused than before, and almost taken aback. “Fuck are you talkin’ about?” His voice only annoying you from here.

You sit up before eventually standing, your hands assisting your words as you spoke. “You know what the fuck I’m talking about, Øystein!” Now, you’re in his face. “I got over you not getting me anything, but you seriously couldn’t fucking say happy valentines I love you!?” You finally add, loud regardless of the lacking space between you two.

He doesn’t speak, he watches you with noisy eyes. You still feel unheard, hurt. Why doesn’t he care? You began to shove past him when he grabs you by your wrist, pulling you back with just the amount of force to keep you in front of him. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. The eye contact is never broken, not until he smashed his lips into yours. His movements were messy, desperate.

You’d been lucky that the last costumer had just left, and Øystein locked up for the day. Your hands meet his shoulders like a reflex, his hands groping your ass pulling you against him. You feel almost embarrassed about the warmth between your legs piling up, even after being so seriously mad at him.

He picks you up and carries you over to the counter before gently settling you, pulling out of the kiss he watches you for a few moments. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, his face unreadable. He waste no time on touching you, his hands creeping under your shirt to feel nothing but cold bare skin. You flinch at his even colder touch, his rings only enhancing the temperature.

After lingering, his hands finally reach your tits cupping them while starting a new kiss. This one was more gentle than the last, his free hand reaching for your neck and restraining your breathing the smallest amount he could deal. Letting go of your breast, his hand trailed down to the hem of your now soaked panties.

Slowly, he eased around your slit, feeling your wetness and pulling out of the kiss once more only this time with a grin . “Soaked for me already, baby?” He teased, still rubbing at slow pace, watching how he made you feel even with just his fingers. “P-please..” You couldn’t help but moan, your eyes squinted at the pleasure and anticipation tugging at his fingers.

“Mmh..? What was that, Angel?” Øystein mocked, though without warning he dipped one finger in; his eyes never leaving yours. You gasp, still never breaking the eye contact. A laugh leaves his lips watching you, only before he sped up and focused on how you moaned his name. How you squeezed his clothed shoulder, how you arched against his fingers unknowingly matching his pace.

He groaned at the sight of you, the space in his jeans tightening more and more as this all went on. Feeling you ache around his fingers he knew you were close, but he didn’t want you to come. Not to his fingers anyhow.

Øystein gripped you by your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the counter before ducking to his knees, slipping his fingers through the waistband of your panties and quickly pulling them down your legs, tossing them wherever you two would find them the next morning. His eyes flicked to yours, almost like he’d been waiting for something. “Off.” Gesturing towards the only thing you’d been wearing, your— his shirt.

Of course, you listen, in hopes of getting what you want even thought you hadn’t done anything wrong. You tossed the shirt on the counter, eyes narrowed at him with a sense of desperation you’re awfully familiar with. Though, his eyes aren’t on you. Not in that moment. He places kisses on your inner thigh, purposely ignoring your throbbing heat. “Øystein..” You whine, the one that made him palm himself through his jeans.

Hooking your legs unto his arms and shoulders, he first placed a kiss unto your slick and without warning pressed his tongue against your coated pussy. You almost jolted, “Mmgh…fuck..” Left your lips softly, seemingly hushing like you had to.

The grip on your thighs was firm, so much that you couldn’t have moved if you wanted to. “Keep still, pretty girl.” And of course, you tried, even if it’d been so hard with how his tongue was making you feel. Though, whenever he’d add two fingers with his tongue your hips felt the urge to grind against them.

With that feeling you were familiar with beginning to build up in your stomach, your hands were flying to his hair and couldn’t resist being rough with it. Your head fell back as ecstasy overcame you, and he knew it. Only this time he didn’t leave you empty, “I’m cl— fuck!..” You whined, grinding onto his face and riding through your climax.

He watched you through hooded eyes, wiping his chin and rising from his knees. “Open.” Was all he said, forcing you to taste yourself on your tongue. Though, he didn’t stop at his fingertips. Øystein slipped his finger further and further into your mouth, watching with his lips parted. You kept your eyes on him, clenching around nothing now.

The look he gave you had you soaked all over again, moaning around his fingers. Whenever he took them out, he pulled you closer to him with his fingers on your chin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fill you up just like the little slut you are.” Smashing his lips against yours, he fed on you like you were what he craved, like prey. Keeping his now swollen lips on yours, you heard his belt being removed and moaned into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he removed his jeans and was left in his boxers. His dick throbbed at how you watched him, how vulnerable you’d been positioned and all for him. “So fucking beautiful, baby..” In obvious awe, his dick sprung free when he let his boxers fall down to his ankles before kicking them away. You bit down on your lip as you watched him line himself up, teasing you and rubbing your slit slowly. Even if it’d left him desperate as well.

“I n-need you, now..” Your words lacing his ears in a way he couldn’t resist, slowly thrusting into you. Curses fell from your tongue while he moaned your name, he even gave you time to adjust before going in and out of your glistening heat. He held one leg on his shoulder and his other hand held you by your hips, your hand holding you up on the counter while your other gripped the edge of the counter.

Loud smacking could be heard throughout the store, you were making a mess everywhere but didn’t care. With your eyes squeezed shut, your moans became increasingly louder when he began to speed up. “G-god, you feel so—mmghh.” You were a moaning mess, and they only made him groan each time.

You finally open your eyes to catch a glimpse of him. His eyes were soaked with lust, completely lost in you as you were in him. You could barely keep your eyes open now, and you knew you couldn’t last any longer. You guessed he couldn’t either with how he pulled you by your neck, sloppily kissing you with now sloppier thrust.

You felt so good. He was intoxicated and couldn’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else, or imagine himself with anyone else; at all. Even though they were sloppy, he angled you for a deeper reach, which he knew he hit when you gasped and moaned his name in such a sinful tone.

“You’re taking me so good, baby..” He groaned, only speeding up from there. Still high off you, he watched your buildup. “You gonna come for me, Angel?” Øystein cooed, and you couldn’t help but obey him just as he spoke it up. “Ø-øystein, baby, I’m—,” but he knew.

Just as you came undone on his cock, he bit back the moans from his own release, only your name leaving his lips as he slipped out of you and finished on your bare thighs. “Fuck..” A deep sigh leaves him, you’re already catching your breath.

He finally met you with a kiss, this one gentle and slow. If he kept it up you knew you’d feel a new warmth between your legs. “Hey, look at me.” He guided your face with his hand on your jaw, creating eye contact even in such a close range. He hesitated, and you weren’t sure why. You watched his eyes fight to say still. “I’m sorry. I-I got my days mixed up, I wouldn’t just do that shit on purpose.”

His eyes looked hopeful, hoping that you’d believe him even after he’d fucked you silly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you baby.” He started kissing you from your jaw down to your neck saying ‘I’m sorry’ inbetween each one. His efforts made you laugh, in a good way.

“I understand baby, it’s okay.” Finally, a smile being forced at the corners of your mouth. Suddenly, Øystein picks you up from the counter forcing a yelp from you.

“Let me take care of you for the night baby.”

A/n: This was supposed to be out on valentines day 😅 Either way, this was my first fic so pls let me know how I did ! Also sorry it’s so short.

[r0rycu1kinzz]

planning another euro fic because i need him. @bluemoongiri you’ve inspired me 🥹

[r0rycu1kinzz]

shared - kappa

threesome with kappa and epsilon

mdni!!

includes - dubcon (reader is high), threesome, pre-established relationship, mentions of smoking, afab, p in v, throat fucking, fingering, praise, i can’t remember anything else help

only proofread once mb if there’s mistakes

there'd been numerous times where kappa had brought up having a threesome. he loved the thought of watching you get ruined by someone else, yet still asking for him. you didn't think he was actually serious though.

sitting on kappa's lap in your living room, your stomach twisted with what could only be described as nervousness as epsilon walked in the room.

kappa pulled back from your lips and glanced up at the man with a small nod.

"not interrupting anything, am i?" epsilon spoke, the smell of weed immediately hitting you as he sparked a joint carelessly.

a small, knowing smile spread onto kappa's lips as his overly large hands spread over your thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin. "no,"

epsilon sat beside the both of you on the sofa, seemingly unbothered by the position you both were in. he gave you a lob-sided grin, probably already high as his voice slurred and words stung together. you almost had trouble understanding what he said.

"lookin' nice," epsilon said, gesturing towards the outfit you were wearing.

kappa hummed in response, eyes falling down to your body.

"always does," kappa mumbled.

you felt almost embarrassed at the two men complimenting you, and couldn't help the shyness the crept up the back of your neck, making you shiver as you mumbled a small thanks.

from your peripheral vision you noticed kappa and epsilon share a glance, and before you knew it, kappa was holding the joint between his fingertips and was offering it to you.

his free hand continued to trail over the soft skin of your thigh, his voice low.

"i've noticed you've been a little stressed recently haven't you, sugar?" he said, bringing the joint closer to your lips. "why don't ya relax a little?"

he was right, you had been stressed. you looked between the joint, the smell of it alone making your airways burn satisfyingly, and kappa's dark eyes which were already staring deep into yours. you knew he'd never hurt you, so 'fuck it' you thought.

with a small sigh you reluctantly nodded your head, wrapping your lips around the end of the joint and taking a small inhale.

"there's a good girl," kappa praised, keeping it up to your lips.

you coughed at first, your lungs burning as you smoked. you weren't usually one to do drugs, so after only a couple of hits you were already feeling drowsy.

you heard a laugh from epsilon beside you as you coughed and he murmured something along the lines of 'she not usually a smoker?' to kappa.

kappa steadied you, keeping you upright on his lap as epsilon watched from besides the pair of you.

"one more f'me?" he questioned, running a hand through your hair.

you whined quietly but took another hit anyway, too lazy to protest against it.

kappa grinned at how good you were for him, praises falling from his lips.

"she's good ain't she?" he said to epsilon, leaning back a little on the sofa so that the both of them could look at you.

"real good..real pretty too,"

the low voices of the two men almost had you squirming in kappa's lap. the memory of kappa whispering his filthiest desires into the crook of your neck as he fucked you, flooded your already fuzzy brain. the thought of it turned you on, and you loved nothing more than making your boyfriend happy.

lost in thought, you hadn't noticed kappa's hand slowly inching up your skirt until the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit over the fabric of your lacy panties.

your eyes widened and you gasped, thighs instinctively tightening where you sat on him. you shivered, the high only serving to heighten each of your senses.

your gasp earned a grin from kappa and a huff of a laugh from epsilon.

"relax sugar," kappa murmured, slowly beginning to move his thumb. he wouldn't ever make you do anything you didn't want to do, but he had a feeling you did want it. based off the way your pussy clenched around him anytime he brought it up. plus, he knew you weren't a stupid girl. if you didn't want something, you always knew to stand your ground.

epsilon shifted forwards, his palm spreading over your lower back to steady you as kappa slowly moved his thumb against you.

"sensitive?" he asked, almost mocking.

you felt overwhelmed, in the best possible way, at the feel of the two men touching you. all of their attention on you and you only, was surprisingly nice. you felt safe with kappa, even if he was a little mean sometimes. being unsafe was something he'd never exposed you to.

kappa stared up at you with a heavy gaze. he knew that the drugs in your system were amplifying every touch which turned him on more than it should have.

"see?" he spoke lowly, switching from his thumb to his middle and ring finger instead and adding a little more pressure - slowly working you up. "feels good, doesn't it?"

your hips softly rocked against his fingers, soft breaths falling from your parted lips as you nodded your head.

kappa's fingers slowed momentarily. "use your words, you know better than that...show our friend how good you are,"

you moaned quietly, higher in pitch than the others. "yes, yes it feels good." you breathed.

the two men shared a laugh, the sound of them both muffled by the gradual build up of pleasure that kappa was giving to you.

“that’s it..” kappa purred.

him and epsilon shared another brief look and you felt epsilon shift closer, his hand on your back moving to gently grip the back of your neck. his finger tips were softer than kappa’s, not as course. that was something you admired a lot about kappa though. even though he was rough, sometimes a rather hostile person given his…career? he’d always had a soft spot for you, and only you.

epsilon pushed some of your hair away from your neck, lips hovering above your pulse point. “kappa’s very generous, ain’t he? lettin’ me share a sweet thing like you,” he rambled before his lips made contact with the skin of your neck.

meanwhile kappa had slid your panties to the side and was brushing his fingers back and forth against the slick of your pussy. “dripping already?” he mocked.

you were shivering already. the deep taunts of praise from the two men, their hands seemingly all over you, leaving a burning trail along your skin.

you moaned softly, hips bucking against kappa’s fingers as he pushed them inside of you. he loved the way he felt you stretch around him. the way your breath hitched and body shuddered was like a drug to him.

epsilon pulled away from your neck, sliding your shirt up and away from you, leaving your torso bare.

you could feel both of their eyes immediately on your tits, and it had you writhing in something you didn’t recognise. shyness maybe? you couldn’t work out whether you loved it or you’d absolutely regret it in the morning.

one of epsilons hands snaked around to your front, thumb toying with your already hardened nipples and squeezing the flesh of your breasts. “got a real angel here, huh?” he said to kappa.

kappa only hummed in response, his eyes gauging each twitch of your facial expression as his fingers worked inside of you. he knew exactly how to work you up. he knew all of your sweet spots, the right angle to curl his fingers at, the right speed to glide his fingers inside of you at.

you could feel kappa getting hard beneath you, and it only fuelled your desire more. you loved pleasing him. so the fact that he was getting off on this was like icing on the cake.

you’d never felt more perverse in your life. you were actually getting off with two men at the same time, and weirdly you were enjoying it.

epsilon too was very obviously aroused. his cock was straining against his pants, and began using his free hand to palm over himself to try and relieve the pulse of it.

“k-kappa..” you whimpered softly, your hips rocking timidly back and forth against his hand as you felt your insides begin to contract and tighten.

he hummed again, using his other hand to grip your thigh and spread your legs wider where you sat on him, keeping up his current pace with your fingers. “close?” he asked you.

“go ahead, sugar. that’s what this is all about, is it not? makin’ you feel good,” he said, guiding you through as you reached your peak.

you bit down on your bottom lip, still almost a little shy despite the drugs floating around in your system. the walls of your pussy tightened around kappa’s fingers.

as you were coming down from your high, you heard the two of them exchange a couple of low murmurs.

kappa guided you to look at him, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. a silent praise. as he pulled back, he rubbed his thumb against your lower lip. “our friend epsilon wants to see how good your mouth is..” he murmured. “you’ll be a good girl, won’t you? and let him?”

kappa wanted to share you, yes. he’d fantasised about it for ages, yes. but there were limits for him, for the first couple of times at least. and that limit was your pussy. he believed it was for him only, and it was true. he’d fucked you so many times, whether it be roughly, or slow and deep, your pussy had memorised his cock. the slight curvature near the tip. every vein. it was his, and that wasn’t changing.

you found yourself agreeing, and kappa slid his fingers out of your pussy so that he could turn you around on his lap.

you were greeted by epsilon who looked down at you with a gentle smile. his hand reached out to your hair, letting his fingers trail along your cheek until they reached your chin.

his eyes glanced down to the bulge in his pants as he freed himself, speaking to you almost humorously. “this was all you, angel,” he said, placing a soft hand on the back of your head to guide you closer to his cock.

he was smaller than kappa, but not that you minded. hell, it was hard to even get down to the base with kappa. the only time you ever did was when he was gripping your head with both hands and slamming into your throat.

kappa’s voice broke you out of your small daze. “there’s my good girl, show him how good you are.” he said from behind you, pressing kisses against your back.

you nodded a little, glancing up at epsilon as you parted your lips.

his breath hitched as his tip reached the warmth of your mouth. you wrapped your lips around him, eager to please kappa.

you felt movement from behind you as kappa unclasped his own pants, grunting softly as he stroked his cock.

he let his eyes fall shut for a moment, cock twitching in his hand as he heard the sound of your throat as you took epsilon. “mmh..f-, that’s it..”

epsilon was a lot more gentle than kappa was, in every aspect really. he gave you time to adjust, setting a slow pace as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. one of his hands still rested on your jaw, eyes heavy as he looked down at you. “relax…not gonna hurt ‘ya,” he mumbled, rubbing a finger against your jawline.

you obediently did as you were told, letting your jaw go slack for him.

the moment didn’t last too long though as you felt your skirt being shoved up and yourself being lifted by the hips. kappa shoved himself inside of your dripping pussy, groaning into your neck from behind you.

you gasped around epsilons cock, the vibration of your soft whimpers adding to his pleasure too. no matter how many times you had sex with kappa, the stretch of his cock was something you could never get used to. his cock impaled you, burning you with a tingling sensation of pain that mixed so deliciously with pleasure.

your hands gripped your thighs as kappa kept you lifted effortlessly, barely giving you time to get used to the stretch before he started fucking up into your dripping hole.

you’d never felt filthier. you were completely stuffed by the two men, using you for their pleasure.

you moaned around epsilon’s cock, sucking a little harder in hopes that kappa would reward you later for being so good.

your tits bounced in rhythm with kappa’s rough thrusts, epsilons balls slapping against your chin adding to the melodic noise of the three of you that filled the stuffy room.

“bein’ so good f’ us sugar,” kappa muttered through soft grunts.

epsilon agreed, his hand steadily getting tighter as his fingers intertwined in your hair. he stared down, eyes flicking between your bouncing tits and the saliva that began dripping down your chin.

“fuck- yeah, that’s right..” epsilon groaned, his free hand moving to grope at your mounds of flesh.

you found yourself getting progressively closer, embarrassingly quick. you felt so full. you could hardly breath, let alone think. even if you could think, you couldn’t talk anyway.

but kappa knew your body, even better than you did. your walls were clenching around him rhythmically, desperate for something more to just push you that little bit further to each your climax. yet you couldn’t voice it. you could do nothing but take.

your ass slapped against kappa’s thighs as he fucked up into you, fingers digging into the plush skin at your hips. “you’re close, ain’t ya?” he purred against the back of your neck, sinking his teeth into you.

your eyes squeezed shut, whimpering around epsilons cock.

“s-shit angel..gonna- fucking make me cum,” he groaned under his breath. he continued forcing his cock down your throat, hot pre-cum lathering your tongue.

kappa knew what you needed, what you were secretly begging for, and he was more than happy to give it to you.

epsilon’s cum spurted down your throat, making you gag and choke and around his cock. he bit down on his tongue as he moaned, gripping your head with both hands as he used your mouth to ride out his orgasm.

“epsilon, rub her clit.” kappa muttered.

you gasped a breath as epsilon slid his cock out from your mouth, soft, breathy whimpers leaving your lips as your body trembled.

“fuck..fuck okay,” epsilon replied.

he stroked his cock, small waves of pleasure still shooting through him as he crouched down and pressed two fingers against your clit.

your pretty whines told kappa everything he needed to know.

he smiled lazily behind you, letting his head fall back against the sofa as he continued to fuck into you.

“that’s what you needed…isn’t it? tell me,” he said, his deep voice drowning out any coherent thought you’d managed to form now that you had one cock out of you.

you swallowed again, epsilons cum still coating your throat as you tried to speak. pleasure was shooting through your body like something you’d never felt before. your abdomen was tensing so tight it almost hurt.

“y-yes! fuck, yes..” you managed to say with a trembling voice.

the two men guided you through one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. your jaw went slack in a silent moan, each nerve suddenly igniting. your body trembled and writhed in kappa’s grip, even though you had nowhere to go.

kappa followed suit, black hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he came inside of you. his grip was bruising, slamming you down repeatedly onto him as he thrusted his cum up as deep as he could get.

epsilon was the first to get off you, letting his hand fall away from your clit. he smeared your own slick along your lips, then shoved himself back in his jeans and collapsed onto the sofa besides kappa.

meanwhile kappa lifted you, letting his cock fall out of you and turned you around to face him. he took a short moment just to look at your face, mascara running down your patchy cheeks. he pressed a soft kiss against your swollen lips, giving you a small, encouraging smile.

“okay?” he questioned

your breathing still trembled and your body ached. you leant against him with a small whimper, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

kappa carried you silently out of the room, and into your shared bedroom.

he gently laid you down on the bed, his hands now seemingly soft compared to the grip he had on you only moments before.

he pushed some hair away from your face, giving you another kiss against your forehead as he dragged a blanket over your body.

“you did good,” he praised. “i- we didn’t hurt you too much, did we?”

you looked up at him with tired eyes, your body begging for rest. you shook your head a little, voice quiet. “just a bit,”

kappa left the room momentarily after pulling on a pair of boxers to cover himself up again. he kicked epsilon out, leaving the two of you alone.

he slid in the bed next to you, gently pulling you against his side as he wrapped his arms against you.

“kappa’s got you, sugar.” he muttered into your hair, his hands rubbing soothingly along your burning skin.

still bathing in the afterglow of your orgasm, and the warmth of kappa next to you, you felt yourself slowly fall into a dazed state.

a/n ok why did this take me like 3 weeks i wrote like 10 words every day😵‍💫idk if this is poop or good but anyway

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Comatose pt II (Kappa x f!reader smut)

synopsis - Kappa comes home and finds you in bed playing with his property… he decides to punish you as he sees fit, making you cry and beg him to stop his torture.

warnings - dacryphillia, caught masturbating, overstim.

words - 2.2k

tags - @charliewalkersgf , @leismm , @qoopeeya

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It was a wordless agreement. Kappa had been making stops by your cabin late at night, almost like an incubus with a hunger he needed to satiate. And it wasn’t like your cabin was on the way to his compound; he sometimes would pull up in his beaten-up Volkswagen van, but usually made the long trek on foot.

Kappa spoiled you in that sense, always making sure you were taken care of nearly every night. But you needed relief, and he wasn't here to provide it.

So, of course, who were you to deny yourself this simple pleasure?

Getting comfortable on your bed, you slid backwards so your back was against the headboard and pillows. Shamelessly, you discarded your panties, your legs spreading so your hand could glide down your chest, down your stomach, and finally, your fingers eased down to where you needed them most.

Images plastered in your mind of Kappa, how he sounded so alluring, and the way he spoke kept you captivated. Thoughts of him standing over you flooded your brain, gazing down sinisterly with his dark hair shrouding his features. Your breath hitched in your throat as your digits reached your now throbbing cunt, your mind now running wild with thoughts of Kappa.

A couple of moments passed, and you grew frustrated. The need to cum was the only thing that whirled in your mind, but you just couldn't get yourself there all by yourself. Automatically, your free hand reached out to your bedside drawer, clumsily grabbing your favorite vibrator. Your chest heaved up and down as you ran circles over your clit, sliding your fingers up and down your soaked slit.

You'd die on the spot if someone bore witness to the show you put on, hot shame prickling at the back of your neck at the thought. But the thrill of someone seeing you in this state, shamefully, only made you wetter.

Your brain fogged, and you felt as if you were in a daze as you chased your high, holding the vibe to your sensitive bud while pathetic moans fell from your parted lips.

You think you’d pay attention to your surroundings, or learn from the fact that a stranger had been regularly breaking in. You couldn’t have cared less, the world centered right between your legs. Your face twisted with pure euphoria, bucking your hips into your own hand as you approached your mind-altering and powerful orgasm.

A shadowed figure stood still at your bedroom door, silently observing the scene before him. Kappa decided to stop by late at night for a visit, and to his surprise, you'd started the night's festivities without him. At first, he kept his distance and observed for his own amusement, until he heard his name fall from your parted lips like a sinful prayer.

"My, my, sugar, this is quite the show…"

Kappa's voice called out hauntingly. A frightened yelp tore from your throat as the man now stepped closer toward you, snapping you out of the trance-like state you were in. It seemed like everything was in slow motion when you hurried to turn the vibrator off and scrambled to toss your duvet over your nude body. “You were being so noisy before. Why did ya go all quiet on me, sweet thing?”

The sound of his clicking tongue sounded daunting, and your heart rate began to climb back to normal once you realized you knew the stranger. In the dim moonlight that filtered through your blinds, you could barely make out his figure. He sauntered painfully slow across your bedroom to stand at the edge of your bed, a wicked expression plastered on his face with a mix of… bitterness? Was it envy?

Once your eyes adjusted to the sight of him, you took notice of how he swayed when he walked. His hair was brushed out and cleansed, and the smell of Nag Champa floated into your nostrils. He smelled like marijuana, incense, and faintly of his own musk that drove you wild. His eyes were half-lidded as he drank in the sight before him.

"I thought you were better than these theatrics… you just couldn't wait?" Kappa questioned with a teasing tone, as he clambered over to your bed. Hot embarrassment crept up the back of your neck, and your face burned shamefully. You couldn't meet his intense stare, knowing he would never let this go. Before you could part your lips to explain yourself, he shook his head and chuckled darkly. "Unh-unh, sugar… you know you are in trouble dontcha?"

Kappa was quick to throw the blanket you tried to hide yourself with to the side, his steel-colored irises scanning your half-nude body. You didn't move besides clenching your fist around the vibrator in an attempt to hide it, but he instantly took notice of your sneaky behavior.

A wolfish grin spread across his face, and you could tell he had something cooking up in his twisted brain. He was swift to grab it from you before you could protest. He stares at the object in his palm, turning it over as if it were an artifact he discovered. He admired how your juices glistened and coated the bullet, a new hunger lighting in his eyes.

"This is what you're using, huh?" Kappa's eyes flicked up to you momentarily before scooting closer and reaching out with one hand to trace the delicate skin of your stomach. His other hand trailed the bullet vibe up your inner thigh, thoroughly relishing the way you were shivering at the feeling.

"You needed to cum that badly, you had to rely on this... device? Don't you worry, Kappa's gonna make sure that greedy pussy's taken care of…" Kappa uttered softly, his tone laced with something ominous. But you were so close already, and you needed him badly. So you thought nothing of his sinister warning, and spread your thighs invitingly so he could slide between them.

Kappa turned the small machine on, his eyes shooting daggers at the object he traced up and down your sloppy cunt. A hushed whine came from you once he turned it on, jumping at the sudden and powerful shivers jolting directly on your clit. An irreverent smile curled the corners of his lips up as he lay down on his belly, hooking one of your thighs to lock around his shoulders to keep you right where he wanted you.

"Look at what a mess you made of yourself… did ya miss me that much, doll?" Kappa drawls, his eyes never wavering from you. He observed you like you were a science experiment he was perfecting, carefully watching how your body responded to his caresses. He studied you so intensely that you felt his eyeballs burning lasers against your feverish skin.

“You really are a pervert… all alone in this big cabin, I bet you expected to have some stranger come and take care of you like this, huh? Ain’t that right?” The southern twang in his voice was thick and oozed like molasses. All you could do was nod pathetically, and seeing how you complied to effortlessly caused his grin to broaden.

“Awwh that’s it… well, don’t you worry a bit, sugar, I’m gonna fuck that brain stupid, Kappa’s here, I’ve gotcha…” He slid the vibrating machine along your messy folds, your body twitching when he grazed against your puffy clit. Your brain was so fogged, too turned on to be able to process what he was doing to you. It felt so… natural…

His head tilted to the side as he admired you, his tongue swiping along his dry lips. His own breath grew ragged as he watched you, and the need to grind down into your mattress soon overcame him. “So so good f’me… turning that mind off and just letting me touch you like this… bet you were gettin’ off thinkin’ about me catching you like this, huh?” He accuses you, his canine teeth flashing at you in the moonlight.

Tilting your head back and letting out a string of filthy sounds, circling your clit, and smearing your arousal all over to make a statement out of it. “Fuckin’ knew it… sick little girl, look how greedy this pussy is. You’re makin’ such a big mess of this machine…” His voice was sinful and carnal… almost resentful. He loathed the trembling little creature and wanted to make you never want to use it again. He wanted to be the one who made you come undone every night. He was better than this piece of metal and circuits.

His words coaxed you over the edge, your cunt pulsing as your first orgasm wracked through you. That heat that swelled deep inside of you finally washed and spread through your limbs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and whiteness danced across your vision. The sight of you writhing and squirming against the pillows made him toss the shaking sex toy carelessly behind him. He dives forward, his face connecting with your slick and messy pussy. The tip of his nose bumped against your clit so perfectly, as if his face was meant for your cunt. His tongue dips, and he laps at your leaking hole as if he were starving.

“Shiitt, hun’… I’m so addicted to the way you taste. I can never get enough of how sweet this perfect pussy is…” Kappa’s words were muffled, shooting lightning-like tingles right through your center. His strong arm kept one of your legs perched on his shoulder, his other reaching down to palm himself through his jeans. He raises his hips, clumsily unbuttoning his pants and dropping them to his thighs. He pulls his boxers down, his cock springing between his firm abdomen and the softness of your bed.

His eyes never left your twitching body, his lips wrapping around your clitoris and suckling at it. He was so obsessed with how your jaw dropped, knowing your pussy was still so sensitive from cumming once before.

“Mmh- wait! Please- ‘s too much for me…” A breathy plea fumbled from your puffy lips.

Kappa’s pace was incessant and unwavering, if not, getting quicker each time you begged and cried. Your thighs tightened around his head, and he cooed at you wickedly.

“Nuh-uh, sugar, you wanted to cum so that’s what my pretty girl’s gonna get… you needed this so fuckin’ bad a second ago, what happened?” Kappa mocked you, adoring how your head tossed back and how your eyes fluttered shut, giving in to the second bubbling orgasm that began to tighten in your tummy. Despite your desperate sobs, your hips rolling and bucking into his mouth told a different story.

“Gonna cum again for me, aren’t ya? Come on, I feel ya squeezing around nothin', you need somethin' stuffed inside you, poor girl?” He encouraged, watching your body shiver and tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks.

“Oh goodness, you’re cryin’ for me, sweetheart? There, there, sugar… Kappa’s got you…” He cooed, removing his mouth and kissing up your thighs sweetly. His lips trailed against the still-healing bite mark on the fattiest part of your inner thigh, licking against it. His teeth sank into the spot next to your scar, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he felt your blood seep onto his tongue. His thumb returned to your throbbing clit, circling it hastily, watching you cry out at the feeling.

“You got one more in ya, huh? Yeah, you do, sweet thing, c’mon… you wanna make Kappa proud, don’t you?” He purred, his voice so sweet and silvery, and you needed to prove yourself to the waiting man. You nodded affirmatively, his slippery tongue working tight circles across your swollen and almost ticklish nub.

A sob wracks from your sore throat, and he pulls the hood of your clit up so his thumb pad can get clearer access. Despite how he was coaxing and lulling you over the edge to your third orgasm, he cruelly pulls his face back and stops touching you altogether. The tears that threatened to spill had begun to fall from your face, mind reeling from how his lips made a 'pop!' noise from releasing suction on your clit. Before you could even beg or plead with him properly, his hand slapped over your mouth. "I don't wanna hear any of those excuses, sweet girl. I gotta teach you a lesson, don't I?"

Kappa pulled his hand away once he saw you nod in confirmation, a wide and ungodly grin spreading across his face as he squeezed your thigh firmly. He taps the skin that he'd previously marked, wanting you to peer down at him to see the still-fresh wound. "This… this is proof. I own you, and you just gotta be put in your place, huh? My poor little lamb didn't know any better…"

His fingers traced circles delicately along the wound, as if he was admiring his own handiwork of the deep bite mark. You shivered at how tender his caresses are, a stark contrast to how he was eating you out like a starved man. His chin glistened, still slick from your arousal fluid. He wore it proudly, a wicked glint in his eye when he beams down at you.

"'m gonna make you regret ever buying this jitterbug. This is Kappa's pussy, 'n you should've known better. But that's okay, my poor little lamb just needs a couple of lessons, and soon you'll be my perfect angel…"

[r0rycu1kinzz]

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