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A/N: Follow-up to a request I got. Y'all can find the Euro/Pelle/Faust version here
Euronymous
If it was just the two of you in your shared apartment (as opposed to his bunk at Helvete), and Øystein found you curled up, napping in bed, he'd chuckle under his breath and nestle himself behind you. He'd get himself situated, spooning you and burying his face in the back of your neck. This fucker absolutely loves cuddling and he'd end up wrapped around you so tightly that when you wake up, you won't be able to get out of bed until he wakes up and is convinced to let you go after some grumbling and whining.
Ollie Sway - The Song of Sway Lake
If Ollie came home and found you napping, especially if you were wearing one of his shirts, he would just die. He'd crawl into bed with you so eagerly that he'd probably wake you up while trying to get cuddled up to you, then shush you and tell you to go back to sleep, pulling you into his chest while apologizing for waking you up.
Clyde - Electrick Children
If Clyde found you napping in his bed during the day, I think he'd stand guard by the door to make sure that nobody wakes you up. His 'apartment' really isn't the quietest place with the most considerate tenants, so he'd be worried about someone bursting in and waking you up, especially if you really needed the sleep.
Charlie Walker - Scream 4
If anyone on this list is gonna watch you sleep, it's gonna be Charlie. I can totally see him pulling up a chair and watching for a while before eventually crawling under the blankets with you. He can't help himself. You just look so soft and vulnerable when you're asleep, and he rarely gets to see you looking so peaceful.
Danny Cooper - Intruders
Danny Boy would melt if he saw you curled up, taking a midday nap in his bed. I think he'd just let you sleep and check on you every few minutes, poking his head in to make sure you're still sleeping soundly while he quietly wanders around the apartment cleaning up and getting a little snack ready for you when you wake up.
Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home
I think that if you're dating and living with Jack, you're probably really used to falling asleep alone and waking up with him next to you. I think he'd be considerate about not waking you up and would just drape an arm over your waist if he wanted to sleep too.
Mike - 5lbs of Pressure
I can picture the way that Mikey's breath would hitch in his throat if he found you sleeping in his bed. Mostly, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen, but he's also glad that you feel safe enough in his room to just fall asleep like that. He'd be tripping over himself to get next to you and lie there listening to your peaceful, soft breathing while looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face.
Gabriel - Gabriel (2014)
Sweet boy Gabe would be so careful not to wake you up. He'd probably spend a good few minutes pacing, trying to decide whether or not he should risk waking you up by getting into bed with you. He wants to. Of course, he does, more than anything, but he'd overthink it for sure. If he did decide to risk it, he'd move so slowly and carefully that it would probably take him an hour to settle.
No More Tears - R!Euronymous x religious(ish)!reader
tags : @leismm
word count - 1.9k
warnings - fem anatomy/petnames, dead dove do not eat, blasphemy kink, spanking, fingering, humiliation, degradation, religious corruption, dumbification, choking the reader with their own cross necklace, breeding, c*mming inside
A cloud of dust erupted from the door Oystein had burst open with one kick of his boot, allowing you both inside the abandoned building. The church reeked of mildew and old pine.
You and Oystein had been going out for a couple of years, and he wanted to do something special for you. Well, his idea of special, anyway. He had brought you to an abandoned church, wanting to explore it. To convince you to go in the first place, he told you that you'd both look at the stars at nightfall. 'How romantic!' You thought to yourself, before dolling yourself up for the night out.
Euronymous picked out an outfit for you, including a light-colored miniskirt and a skimpy lace-trimmed cami that clung to your torso and exposed your midriff. He asked you to wear your golden, dainty cross necklace to complete the look, and you didn't think twice.
You should've known better…
Exploring the empty, silent church, he found an antique, cushioned wooden chair at the very back. A broad smirk spread across his face knowingly, and he flopped down on the creaky seat. His eyes followed your frame up the aisle as you delicately traced your fingertips along the dusty wooden pews.
About thirty minutes pass, and you end up on his lap with his hands roaming over your flesh with an authoritative need. He kissed you feverishly, whispering harsh promises against your puffy lips. He ordered you to lie over his legs, with your ass hiked up in the air.
The woody stale aroma of Oystein's lit cigarette enveloped you and clung to your skin and hair. His half-lit cigarette held on for dear life from his lips. His fingers were plunged knuckle-deep in your weeping pussy, and you lay over his lap with your panties and skirt pulled unceremoniously down your ankles. His pants had already unbuckled, the only thing separating his cock that beat against you rhythmically was the thin cotton of his boxers.
The pace of his fingers was brutal as he made the 'come hither' motions with two of his middle fingers to keep hitting that soft spongy spot inside of you every time. Your helpless, needy cries echoed and bounced off the vacant church's elevated ceilings. You sounded so pathetic and lewd, the mere thought of someone passing by the dark building and hearing you flashed across your mind and made your skin hot all over.
"I can't believe how wet you are… you're a sick little lamb, aren't ya?" His voice was low and condescending.
Oystein could hear the whine in your voice as you squirmed on his lap. He huffed, his fingers working in and out of your burning heat at a merciless pace.
"But don’t worry, I’ll wash away all of your sins. I wonder if that God of yours is looking down on you. He’s gonna see how I’ll ruin you…" Euronymous taunted wickedly, his voice low and coming out like a hiss.
His words made you dizzy, and you pushed your face into the dusty cushion as he continued his assault on your sloppy cunt. His eyes fixated on the glinting gold necklace that swung underneath you, and his cock throbbed harder at the thought that he was committing such a sinful act in the Lord’s home.
"Your God is a sorry excuse for a deity; you should’ve devoted yourself to me instead… you worship me so well already.” His murmur was breathless and hypnotic, understanding that he may be hitting a nerve with you on this subject.
A broken moan fell from your parted lips, and you wriggled uncomfortably in the position he put you in. A needy wail came from you, tossing your head back and giving him a look of warning. Almost as if the glare you shot him was a wordless 'be careful.'
“Awwh… did I strike a nerve? You poor thing, c’mere…” Euronymous’ voice dripped with faux solicitude, pulling you into his lap. Your bare cunt flush against his length, and his hand clasps around your throat possessively with another on the small of your back to keep you steady.
“But you know your place, don't you… just gonna give you a little reminder.” He released his firm grasp on your throat and cupped your cheek. His calloused thumb pad ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently as his eyes fixated on your puffy face.
Before you knew it, he forced you to your knees onto the hard wooden floor. Wincing and rubbing your knees, you sat politely on your heels and eagerly awaited his next move. Euro was capricious, and that excited you more. You cursed yourself for the wetness seeping out of your hot cunt.
The long-haired man studied you, his lips parted to swipe his tongue across his lips as if he knew he had you where he wanted.
“I want you to repeat after me, and don’t turn those pretty eyes from mine, got it?” Euronymous warns, his tone stern as he places both hands on his knees. You sat perfectly between his boot-clad feet, silently nodding in response because words failed you.
“I pledge myself to my God, Oystein, wholly, and devote myself to pleasure and worship you.”
Your puffy lips quivered as you stammered after him, unable to tear your eyes away from his alluring stare. It was as if he had you hypnotized and transfixed, hanging on his every word. A satisfied smile upturns the corners of his lips, and he nods as you stammer after him.
“Mhm…” He hums with approval, taking notice of how you had clenched your thighs together for any sort of friction. “I surrender myself to my God, my soul, my body, and my mind.”
The words fell from your mouth before you could even process them, and you felt hot shame creep up the back of your neck and burn the tips of your ears. How would your family feel if they knew you were devoting yourself to this… being?
Euro’s sinister sneer spreads across his face wider, almost laughing in your face.
“That’s my perfect lamb…” He encourages helpfully, his slate-blue irises flicking towards the golden cross that hung around your neck. He stands up, towering over you from your spot on the wooden floor. He picks you up, perching you on the seat of the throne so you face the back of it. On your hands and knees, he positions himself behind you with his hardened cock pressing against your bottom. Despite the thick material of his dark jeans, you could feel his length throbbing against your ass.
Euronymous delicately traces his fingers along your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers trail up the back of your neck, and he grabs a handful of your hair to pull back abruptly (or for those with short/textured hair, 'He trails his hand to the top of your head, tipping your head backwards with his fingertips gently guiding you to ogle at the ceiling.')
His other hand ran up your spine languidly, his fingertips tracing up your feverish skin and hooking in the cross necklace you wore. Without warning, he tugged harshly on the back of your necklace and dragged you up into a kneeling position, almost like a horse rearing on its hind legs. A petrified yelp ripped from your throat, and you scrambled for balance and reached for anything for stability. He swiftly supported you, his bicep wrapping securely around your chest.
“You look so pretty like this, sweet girl…” Oystein cooed at you with a mocking tone, a dark laugh erupting from deep in his chest. “You obey me so so good… ”
He shuffled out of his pants, his length bounced up as his tip pulsated against his tummy. Oystein angles his cock against your begging heat and slides it up and down in a teasing manner. His tip grazes against your slick pussy, your ass arching up against him, desperate to feel him inside of you.
"You ready, sweet thing?" His voice is husky as he rasps out rhetorically, not really giving you time to answer as his thick member sinks into you. A hiss comes from your puffy and parted lips as he buries himself to the hilt.
Oystein stuffs you full, muttering underneath his breath as he releases his grip on the golden chain around your neck. The feeling of your necklace made your throat feel sore, and you were sure it would leave a bruise.
His hand reaches down to grip your hip strongly, his other arm strongly supporting you around your waist, pulling out again only to sink deeper into your convulsing pussy. The thought of doing something so sinful and impure in a place of worship drove Oystein to keep going, his tempo picking up mercilessly. The sounds of your flesh colliding and your noises together reverberated off the empty church's interior, sounding like a scene out of a cheesy porno.
That familiar heat exploded in your gut, making your vision cloud as you choked out plaintive cries, his cock ravaging and ruining your sloppy cunt. Your walls spasmed around his member, almost coaxing him deeper as your arousal dripped down his balls and smearing his thighs.
"You came for me so soon? What a sick lamb you are, creaming on my cock while I fuck you in a church, I knew you'd love this… what a filthy slut you are for me… mmh." Despite how cruel his words were, it only spurred you on and helped build another orgasm. Your mind whirled, gasping for oxygen as you tried to recuperate from your powerful orgasm. Oystein's cock drilled into you relentlessly, never giving you a chance to catch your breath or recover.
You came so many times from his brutality, losing count of how much he'd shattered your reality in this one session. Your poor cunt squeezed around him as if you never wanted to be separated from his length. It felt as if his torture was never-ending, but luckily enough, his thrusts grew sloppy as he neared his own climax.
"Fuck… you want your god to fill you up? Hmm? Want me to breed that little womb full of my seed, huh?" Oystein's grip on your hip was bruising as he took what he needed, feeling his dick throb inside your cunt. The incessant and unrelenting pace of his cock abused that spot deep inside of you, tipping you over the edge once more. He finally spilled his hot seed into you, and the sensation of his essence coating your pulsating cunt made you shudder. His brutal pace eventually slowed and his hips still, besides a few slow thrusts to further make sure his cum stayed inside of you.
After catching his breath for a moment, he slips his softening cock from inside of you with a lewd 'pop!'
Both of you were left panting raggedly as Oystein let you slump forward into the sizeable cushioned throne he just defiled you on. Sneakily, he sinks a finger into your cunt greedily to push his cum back into you before pulling your panties and skirt back up around your midsection. He pulls his boxers and pants up, buckling his belt before effortlessly picking you up. Your legs lock around his waist, supporting you with one hand on your ass. His hands smooth over your disheveled hair, wiping the sweat from your feverish forehead, pouting at you almost mockingly as his footsteps echoed, walking out of the defiled church.
"Y'did so so good for me, sweet thing, let's get back home so I can clean you up, does that sound okay?" Oystein sounded like a different person compared to how he was five minutes prior, but he knew how to make you feel cared for. He opens the passenger side of his car door with a creak, laying you down in the seat delicately as if you were made of porcelain.
"Don't worry, doll, 'm so proud of you. I'll get you all taken care of… not that long of a drive."
note: first post on this page despite having created it many a moon ago, hello mayhem gang!
tags and warnings; mostly gender neutral reader, mentions of darker kinks but outside of that we're kinda good, real euronymous in mind, but it's ambiguous enough to fit the roy culkin guy too.
this work contains RPF or REAL PERSON FICTION, if this type of work makes you uncomfortable, please block, do not report or harass, thank you.
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Aftercare
I imagine Oystein being pretty decent at aftercare, he'll give you a wet rag to wipe yourself off with and probably give you a glass of water if you ask, but he's more than likely to pull you into his arms and cuddle with you, talking about whatever comes to mind, and listens when you do the same.
Body Part
Oystein is proud of his long, black hair, he cherishes it, he might even let you braid it and put it into ponytails (he won't leave the house with them though to save himself the embarrassment), in a sexual context he does like his hair being pulled but not to much!
Whether you're feminine or masculine, he'll have a fixation on your chest, doesn't matter if it's big or small, he'll caress and touch all over them with both his hands and mouth, and you will be left with marks.
Cum
He prefers to cum outside of you to avoid being a parent in the future, so he'll cum on your stomach, back or chest, if you're giving head he loves cumming on your face.
Something tells me his cum either wouldn't have much of a taste or it wouldn't be good (... well i imagine all cum is a bit icky, y'know?).
Dirty Secret
He'd let you peg him or he at some point wants to be the bottom, all you gotta do is ask, for fem readers, he's got a strap on and lube somewhere deep in his closet, and you can do anything you want to him, he'd probably like it rougher than you would.
Experience
Oystein was not the most experienced, he might've had a couple partners here or there, but i'm a virgin euronymous truther so you'll be his first partner, yay! :D
Favorite Position
His absolute favorites are ones where he can see your face because he loves the expressions you make as he's deep inside of you, he'll also do doggy style as well.
Goofy
Due to his shyness and inexperience, he might crack a joke here and there and giggle, pretty lighthearted.
Hair
He's got a bush i'm afraid... either that or he's just straight up not bald period, I don't imagine him as the type to care that much about pubic hair and trimming it or whatever.
Intimacy
He can be pretty intimate at times, especially if that's what you prefer, and he'll grow the cherish the intimate, loving sex you two have.
Jack Off
He's a guy, of course he's done it at least more than once, mostly to porn mags he's got stashed somewhere or to the nudes he takes of you.
Kink
He's grown to like the following; Knife and Gunplay, Predator vs Prey, possible daddy/mommy kink, Blood play, and Pain play.
Location
At first he preferred to do it in the comfort of his apartment, but once he got a taste of doing it in public (out in the woods) it was like something awakened in him.
Motivation
Honestly, you just gotta get him in the mood, like touching him and whatnot, a make out session between you two can get him going.
No
He's possessive in the sense of not wanting a threesome, man or woman, so that's out the window.
Oral
Selfish I know, but he prefers to receive, it's just the way you're on your knees beneath him as his cock thrusts in and out of your mouth, and once he's finished, he cums deep in your throat, or he pulls out and you're hit with warm splatters, covering your face.
But this doesn't mean he doesn't like to give either (it was definitely partially because he's nervous lol), the type to not know where the clit is at first hashtag sorry :( , but once you tell him what you like he's almost a pro!
Pace
I'd say he's in the middle, they're not rough enough to cause pain but they're deep enough to hit the spot good enough to make you.
Quickie
Imagine a quickie before he goes off to preform on stage... mmm.. I do imagine he'd be a fan.
Risk
He's a risk taker through and through, anything you offer up, he'll try it at least once!
Stamina
I think he can go a couple rounds before tapping out, the most he's ever did was like... 4 i guess.
Toys
He's open to toys! Vibrators, straps, dildos, all of them! Both of you will use them just so you know. :P
Unfair
A teaser through and through, he loves the way you squirm and whine when he's not giving you what you want or he's just messing with you, even in a non sexual context, he's just playful like that.
Volume
You'll hear some grunts and soft moans when he's close to your ear.
Wild Card
He's got so many pictures and recordings of you guys doing the nasty but they're lost to history!
X-Ray
I'd say he's slightly above average, probably a little over 5 inches or so, and he's uncut, but imagine varg killing him because he found out he had no foreskin #PleaseGetMyReference.
Yearning
I little lower than average, but this doesn't mean he won't turn you down if you asked.
Zzz
Not instantly, you're more likely to fall asleep first.
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LISTEN
im gonna say this flat out, i feel like he lowkey is childish with stuff like this
like giggly
a friendly reminder euronymous and øystein are the same person with different personalities
so øystein
this man was BLUSHING the first couple times he saw you naked
then that turned into just staring at you in awe and he hasn't really stopped doing that since
hes gentle
hes more of a giver than a receiver imo
its easier for him to finish than it is for you and he knows this
so making you more so of a priority in his mind is the obvious choice
he wants to make sure you're okay and it feels good for you before he worries about himself
but when he does worry about himself this man is vocal
not necessarily dirty talk
more so like quiet moans, whispers, small grunts and sighs
he loves head tho
when he gets head those are the moments where he can be GREEDY
he pushes your head down, you choke
"shit sorry"
and then the motherfucker will do it again
i see him being very much into missionary
he wants to see you
how you react to things
how you're feeling
the look on your face tells him what he needs to be doing
he will go down whenever
for however long
if it takes all day he's got time
he enjoys it
is it the taste? is it your body twitching under him? is it your moans?
he doesnt know, but its addicting
and he's got that "nobody else makes you feel this way" or "nobody else can make you sound like this" attitude
that really gets him feeling some sort of way
he will practically beg for you to sit on his face
a million pleases until you say yes
and its like he's more excited for it than you are
him praising you
AGAIN not in a dirty talk way but more like
"you look so beautiful" while you are FOLDED
definitely would keep a polaroid of you(iykwim) in his wallet, hidden behind some cash or maybe behind a more appropriate picture of you
possessive in a doesn't want a threesome way
like doesn't want anybody touching you or seeing you the way he does
he absolutely loves to show you off and brag about you to everyone and hear people compliment you but he would never let it go past that
pre show sex
it may take some convincing or teasing him to get him to actually do it in public but after the first time he is all for it everytime
after show sex
if this man is wanting to fuck you after a show, he is still in this mindset where he isnt øystein, hes euronymous
and if that's case you're getting a cocky motherfucker
hes high on adrenaline
he just spent a solid what hour? two hours? listening to people cheer for him
like yeah this mans ego is FED
this is the time he'd be more aggressive
more vocal
yes ACTUALLY dirty talk
PRAISING
he is still more focused on you than himself but its closer to 50/50 than what it normally is
i think his actions are based on your likes
if you like your hair being pulled itll more likely happen when he's in this mindset where isn't himself and he's this persona
because øystein is worried about hurting you
not saying he wouldnt
im just saying its more likely when you get him out of the mindset of you being like this person he wants to love and protect
lets face it, he is a small man
he is not tall and he is not big nor buff
in his eyes hes like your protector
hes the man in the relationship
or the masculine(?) one
and that's just nature for him
so hurting you?
is the LAST thing he wants to do to you
ok aftercareeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
at home he's gonna cling to you
hug you, hold you, kiss you
you ever seen that picture where he was staring at the bird
did you see the way that man was staring at that bird?
you're the bird.
thats how that man stares at you
softly smiling, his eyes full of love
would probs just have you fall asleep in his arms
if you are not home
sly looks
smirks and grins coming your way
little whispers commenting about what y'all just did
and how nobody knows what just happened
like a proud moment
like yeah we did that
he'd kiss you a couple times
hold your hand
or just stare at you and smile
no matter who he is in that moment that man is GEEKING
