#pelle x fem!reader

[darling-i-read-it]

Requested: by anon, Hello hello hello 👋 I just read your new Pelle fic and.. thank you for reviving my Midsommar obsession ❤️ It gave me an idea for a request, too. Something on the creepy vibe (if you're okay with it) with Pelle and a shy reader, like super shy. She can be friends or a sibling of the group (to justify why she's there). He is completely smitten, and she doesn't understand why.

I hope you enjoy love! I hope you don't mind I made it with headcanons, I thought it would flow better. I love doing a subtle creep, the horror fan in my goes wild lol.

You had known grown up as a childhood friend to Mark, which turned into you both going to the same college, which turned into you being friends with his friends

You quickly grown close to Dani, as the only other girl who frequented the boring testosterone filled dinners 

But you had otherwise been friends with all of them, comfortable with being around overnight if you needed to be, to go out drinking and trust them to watch over you if you had a little too much 

Other than that you remained shy and quiet. You had your friends with no real reason as to branch out further than that. You had never been sure if it was a mix of social anxiety or just sheer uninterest but when you were out, you tended to be silent 

The group brought you out of your shell but you had known some of them for years, they had broken down past your walls and been granted access to your personality 

When Pelle came you were unsure how to feel about him

He brought a warm composure with him, as well as a natural need to pry about everyone's lives

You lived in the middle of being unsure with him, never positive if he was too be trusted, never sure if you could believe he was part of the group or not

Pelle on the other hand, was enthralled 

He had never seen someone he so easily wanted to get along with. Was it the challenge of having to get past your natural boundaries? Was it the way your silence indicated a deeper understanding of everything around him? Was it the fact that you were the only person who was suspicious of him, able to see past the expert front he was putting out? 

“She’ll warm up to you,” Mark promised. “She’s just shy. We’ve all known her for like…forever.” Pelle nodded, watching you interact with Dani. You were sitting at the table in the other room. He could only see a sliver of you, a gentle smile and a soft laughter. He ached to make you laugh like that, to make you understand him in the way he wanted to understand you. 

“Yes, yes. I understand being naturally unsure,” Pelle said, though he didn’t mean it. He wished, not for the first time, that he had brought things from home. Things that would loosen you up, things that would get you to talk. 

He truly didn’t think this was wrong. This sinister streak was all he had known. 

“Just don’t take it too personally alright?” Mark asked. He was distracted, on his phone. Pelle looked towards him, watching him. A fool. A natural fool who could never read between the lines. 

“Of course not.” 

Pelle watched you with a natural eagerness, a desire to understand, a desire to completely hold 

He started to do subtle things. Things that you should be able to chalk up to coincidence. Going to the same library as you so that you didn’t have to talk to him but knew he was there. Getting the same coffee order. Always being around when you planned to stop by. 

You wondered if you should consider him a nuisance, stalker or a soulmate. The lines blurred as you saw him more

Finally you started to open up. It was slow. You talked to him, to be polite, but never more than you had to. And then you would answer his questions with longer answers. Then you wouldn’t mind being around him for a longer period of time. 

You couldn’t figure out why he was seemingly so enthralled

“He’s smitten,” Dani explained. She was sitting on the couch beside you, legs up beneath her. You shook your head. 

“He doesn’t even know me,” you argued. She shrugged. 

“I think he knows more than you think. He’s been nice to you right?” You feared that. You feared that he knew more than he was letting on. Something about him said he would observe and absorb. You understood that and you understood how that could be used for less than good reasons. “Just give him a chance. We all like him.” 

“I know, I know. I guess it’s just this gut feeling.” 

It was the pressure from the others that generally sent you into being closer to him. He was so happy to see you more likely to talk to him. You asked him questions about home and he gave you cagey answers. You pressed some of the answers. He never seemed to give you the full picture

He loved that about you

You were smart and you were observant

He was extremely hopeful you would come back home with him. You would see how he lived and you would understand everything. It would all fall into place

Pelle knew how to bide his time and he knew that there was no use in pressuring you. It would undo all of his progress! 

Instead he just let you instinctively become more used to his answers. You would chalk it up to cultural differences. You didn’t want to be rude right? 

He wanted you to be May Queen. He wanted you to stay forever, to be by his side. You would make such a beautiful May Queen, covered in flowers. You would no longer have to hide within yourself. 

“Everyone’s going to Sweden?” you asked. Your voice was always quiet, like you were contemplating staying silent. Pelle nodded. 

“Even Dani, I believe. It’ll be her birthday and she wants to celebrate.” You hardly believed that. Dani surely wanted a distraction from the horrors of her current life. You couldn’t blame her. “You should come. I think you would enjoy my home, as I’ve enjoyed yours.” 

You nodded slowly. You didn’t like long trips, filled with all those new people. It was draining. 

“I’ll have to ask Mark if he thinks I can tag along.” Pelle nodded. 

“I hope you will. It’s beautiful and extremely educational. You might not want to leave.”

#pelle x reader #pelle imagines #pelle x fem!reader #midsommar imagines #black balloons tag

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hii, I adore your works:) you're the only person I've found that writes for lords of chaos and doesn't JUST write for Euronymous. I was wondering if you could write for Dead/Pelle again? Nsfw would be nice but it doesn't have to be. There just isn't enough content for him:(

My cold and heat

warning : kissing, making out, some biting and hickeys

Part.2

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Info : Hii thanks for the kind words I'm glad you enjoy it so much. Yeah there is no much content for Lords of Chaos in generel (beside my blog and a few others) but I think it's because the movie is in (my opinion) in a morally grey zone where it's difficult to write for such a thing that is based on a tragedy that happened in real life.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°A chilly night hung over the old hut that Euronymous and Dead had bought. Especially in the cool winter months it was cold and cold was an understatement. It was as cold as death in a graveyard without warmth or life.

°Dead and his girlfriend sat together on the old holey couch downstairs in the living room. Tending the house while Euronymous drove all over Norway looking for and buying an electric heater. While the two of them stayed here to make sure no one broke in, even though the likelihood of someone breaking into such a ramshackle place was completely unlikely.

°The old TV that flickered every now and then had seen better days, but the horror movie was still on, which was the main thing. As long as they had something to concentrate on to ignore the shaking. ,,Like aspen leaves, dead aspen leaves in the wind" she heard him murmur as they leaned against Dead under the covers together. She felt him take one of her trembling hands and bring it to his lips.

°,,Cold as death" he murmured she didn't know if he meant her or himself because they were both cold. But especially Dead was almost always cold not that she minded but in such situations it was rather inappropriate. She smiled lightly as she felt him spreading soft kisses on her fingers. She tried to warm in his way and give her life. To give her his life, which he did not want.

°,,Give me the warmth of life?" she asked, looking over at him from the television. A few of the blond strands had fallen into his face, his bright blue eyes went to her briefly before he nodded slightly. He was completely lost in his world but she didn't mind. She liked it when he loved her, it was an experience that reflected him.

°Instead, she moved closer to him as far as she could without crossing a line that made him pull away. Before he took her other hand and kissed the fingers as well, kissing his way up her arm before she slowly let herself fall back onto the couch. The old feather creaked as the two slowly repositioned themselves. But he did not retreat, seeming to have lost himself in her life.

°As he claimed her neck and lightly bit the aorta causing her to startle. ,,Warm blood" he mumbled as she felt him move his free hand over her torso. Lightly massaging her breasts and listening to the sounds she made more and more. She knew he was leaving dark marks on her neck, his blue eyes showed fascination and it excited him.

°,,My death," she murmured before he wrapped her in a kiss and took the excited sounds with him. He brought her death and she brought him life as he let his hand wander further from her breasts. His fingers slowly stroked the soft skin of her thighs before he came closer to her centre. His lips set against her collarbone as he pushed the top slightly aside and let his lips roam over her torso. Leaving kisses, bites and marks before he kissed his way down to her centre.

°There were only a few moments left, a few moments before they both got what they wanted when suddenly the door slammed open and banged against the wood. ,,I'm back!" Euronymous shouted, triumphantly holding up an electric heater before slamming the door and looking at the two of them, hostile and yet quite perplexed.

°,,The sex and the cold death can wait first warm up and then you finish your session while I wash my eyes out" he said and pushed himself between the two before he plugged in the heater and sighed. Warmth was still the best remedy against the cold, except of course for sex.

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@mayhem-things , @icarus-star

#lords of chaos 2018 #lords of chaos dead x fem reader #lords of chaos pelle/dead x reader #lords of chaos pelle/dead #reader is female #making out #jack kilmer

[nom-nommmm1]

TRICKSTER - DEAD/PELLE

Content Warning !!: You and Pelle showering together, softdom!Pelle x fem!reader, fingering, unprotected p in v

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I heard Dead yell through the bathroom door. “Y/n?! Could you get me a towel?” He asked peaking his head through the door. “Yea one sec!” I yell back, pausing my movie and picking up a towel that was in a laundry basket and knocking on the bathroom door. “It’s unlocked!” Dead yells I open the door and Dead says “could you hand it to me?” I look a little confused but go along with it and hand it to him. Swish I drop the towel being pulled into the shower by his arms. I yelp as I feel the ice cold water hit my skin, Dead always took freezing showers.

“Pelle!” I gasp hitting his arm. I’m soaked and fully clothed. “Yes babe?” Dead asks innocently, connecting our noses. “Baby! Look at me I’m soaked!” I say shivering Dead chuckles. “You look good” his eyes scan my body, looking at my now see-through white shirt. I cover my body with my arms. “You’re not funny Pelle” I say trying to get out but he stops me, embracing me in a hug. “Please stay in here with me baby? It’s lonely in here without my sweetheart” he asks, laying his head in the crook of my neck giving me small tender kisses.

I sigh. “Ugh you’re so clingy, I guessss I can stay” Dead’s eyes light up as I say that. “Thank you baby!” He smiles again, kissing me softly but with a bit of firmness. Pelle slowly wraps his hands around my neck, pushing me to kiss him harder. I groan into the kiss making Dead chuckle. “Easy babe” he teases starting to play with the hem of my shirt.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” He asks referring to my clothes. The reality of the situation suddenly kicks in and I blush. I’m in the shower with my naked boyfriend. “Sweetheart?” Dead says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nod reassuring him. Dead starts to slowly take off my top.

Once my top is off he begins to kneed my breasts. I gasp quietly. “Is this okay?” He asks looking down at me. I nod eagerly and he stops. “I need words for me to keep going my love” he says. I whine looking at him, just staring made me weak in the knees as I tried to form a sentence. “P-please?” I ask a little embarrassed. Pelle chuckles as he suddenly picks me up, making me straddle his hips as he held my ass and thighs.

I gasp feeling his firm grip on my ass. Dead chuckles again and pulls me into a deep kiss. His wet hair starting to stick to my chest and face. He stopped kissing me looking in my eyes as he slowly removed my shorts. “Are you sure?” He asks looking at me with a serious but loving glare. “Yes” I say simply, that being the only word to come out of my clouded mind. Dead takes my shorts off all the way, throwing them out of the tub. I giggle as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

Dead deepens the kiss, pressing his body against mine creating any sort of friction he can have. He moves his lips to my chin, slowly moving to my collarbone, sucking on the salty skin. I cry out a moan. Pelle starts to suck harder moving his mouth to my chest kissing down it. He then takes one of my boobs into his mouth the other in his hand. He gently starts to suck on my nipple. He moves his free hand all over my body, giving me a few love taps as he does so.

Dead moans, seeing me above him. It’s almost intoxicating to him seeing me this torn up in his touch. I move my hands along Dead’s soaked hair, smoothing it down. Pelle takes his mouth off my chest to look up at me as his grip around my hips tighten, making me firm up my legs around his waist. I look down at him, moving his hair behind his ear as I see his cheeks light up a rosy color.

Pelle repositions me, putting my slit on his bulge. “Is it okay if we go further this time?” He asks, watching me closely. I yelp, feeling his bulge pulsing. He chuckles a little as he hears me. I nod my head to tell him to go and he slowly starts to push his long lengthy fingers into me. I moan as I feel him circle my clit with his thumb.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dead asks again, looking at me with gentleness. “I’m sure babe, I’m ready” I reply looking into his eyes as he pushes a finger into me again. And I whine for him to go faster and he corporates. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fingers me. Pelle moans as he feels the sting of my nails.

I bring him in a passionate kiss that soon turns into a make out session. Non stop moaning in each others mouths. As I’m about to cum Pelle pulls his fingers out of me. “Hey-“ I whimper. “Not just yet sweetheart, I know” he says pulling me closer to him. Pelle then grabs his member, teasing me with it.

I whine again.”Pelle!” he chuckles. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you are just so fun to play with” I blush as I feel Dead’s grip on my hips tighten. Dead repositioned me so I am comfortably straddling his waist. He looks at me for a moment before pushing his length into me. “Oh Pelle-“ I scream out, but he pulls out and covers my mouth with his free hand. “Cmon now darling, be quiet you don’t want Euro to hears us, do you?” He asks still keeping a firm hand on my mouth.

I shake my head no. “You promise to be quiet?” He asks a little teasingly. “Mhm mhm” I mutter in his hand whilst nodding. “Ok, I’m gonna take my hand off, be quiet” he warns as he slowly take his hand off. Pelle looks between us for a moment, our skin fully touching. We’ve never been this intimate and I could tell, Pelle was loving it.

After a little while of admiring me Dead came back to his senses. He pulled me close again and started to kiss me all over. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asks looking up at me still kissing my stomach. I giggle. “Hm, no why don’t you show me?” I smirk making Dead blush. “Oh really? M’kay” he says as he comes up to my level.

Pelle then slaps my ass making me squeal a little. “Be quiet babeee” he teased. Without warning Dead sticks his erection into me. I burry my face in his shoulder trying to muffle my moans. He then starts to pound into me without hesitation, bucking his hips into mine. I grip Pelles waist, thinking I’ll fall if I don’t.

He then starts to massage my clit as he pounds into me. The sensations start to take over me and I can feel them more than ever before. “Baby- I think I’m gonna-“ my orgasm cutting me off mid sentence.” “oh- mm” Dead whimpers as he feels my hot cum inside of him. He then pulls out and reaches his climax. He cums on my stomach. All of his liquids pouring down. “God you look so cute” he says before pulling me into a tender kiss. Dead moves me to the shower head, the freezing water I had forgotten about hitting me again, making me squeal.

“You couldn’t at least have turned the water up?!” I gasp as Pelle giggles. “Sorry baby, I had to get you clean” he says grabbing the soap and scrubbing me down thoroughly, inspecting my body whilst he scrubs. He then grabs my favorite shampoo. He rubs it in my scalp making me close my eyes in relaxation. He rinses me off and finishes up my conditioner. “You are just so perfect” he mumbles as he finishes ringing me off one last time. I open my eyes. “Nah that’s you babe” I say smiling with half lidded eyes.

We get out of the shower and dry off, putting on our matching pajamas. Pelle carries me to his room. “God what were you fucks doing in there” Euronymous says as he runs to the bathroom to pee. I blush a little embarrassed. Dead sets me on his bed and puts on a movie. He then lays on my stomach pretending to be well, dead. I play with his blonde locks as he drifts off to sleep. “Goodnight Dead” I say kissing the top of his head and drifting off to sleep myself.

A/n:hihihi this was my first ever smut, I hope you enjoyed bc I did and I kind gave up half way 😭 I hope you can’t notice it buttt yea that’s all. Enjoy!

#lords of chaos #pelle ohlin #euronymous #hellhammer #smut #fluff #faust #mayhem band #jack kilmer #dead #dead mayhem #dead x reader

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

I know you wrote for Kappa/Euro. Hear me out.. could you write for Euro/Dead from lords of chaos? No one writes for jack kilmer and it drives me insane‼️😭

Pure Fucking Armaggedon

Summary: In the midst of a heavy night of partying with the Black Circle, you crave your boyfriend's attention but just like so often lately, he's very much not interested, leading you to meet your needs somewhere else…

Pairing: Dead x fem!Reader x Euronymous

Word Count: ~3.7k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Talk About Depression/Mental Illness, Talk About Self-Harm, Very Angsty, Hurt/Comfort...ish, Alcohol, Smoking, Cheating…But With A Twist, Fingering, Unprotected P In V, Creampie, Pet Names

A/N: Hi, anonnie! Thank you very much for this ask <3 Before everybody jumps into my inbox about Jack Kilmer: Please don’t, okay? He’s not tickling my brain like Rory does and I’d hate to let y’all down by having requests sitting in my inbox collecting dust 🖤 However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having a lot of fun writing this chaos!

Massive thanks to @spookyorchid for endlessly entertaining my rambles and inspiring me!

Disclaimer: This is solely based on the characters depicted in Lords Of Chaos!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

Could you stomach it anymore

Could you stand to be a breath away

Can you feel the way your face distorts

Did you think that it could be this way

- Stomach It By Crywolf

Your upper lip twitched a little as your gaze darted right into your boyfriend's chestnut-coloured eyes. In a rather stark contrast to yours, Pelle's expression was indifferent whilst he stared back at you, face smeared with a now gray amalgamation of once black and white corpse paint.

"Sorry…" He muttered, his voice lacking the depth and sympathy to really sell his point.

"No…it's, it's okay, really. It makes no sense to pressure yourself when you're not in the mood, no." You shrugged your shoulders at him, very much meaning what you said whilst you still felt that massive rock of repeated disappointment settling down in your stomach.

"I'm gonna go grab another beer then…can I get you something?" Pelle shook his head lightly.

"No, but thanks. I think I should just go to sleep now." The Swede with the long blonde hair allowed himself to slump deeper down into the old, worn out sofa, crossing his arms in front of his chest and with that not just verbally but also physically blocking you out.

"Nighty then…" You mumbled, turning away from your boyfriend to hide just how hard you fought to keep your composure.

Neither the heavy leather jacket, the edgy metal studs and spikes all over nor your trusty Darkthrone shirt hugging your torso were able to shield you from the emotional hurt raging inside of you. It's been months since Pelle last touched or so much as kissed you on the mouth. You knew just fine that something wasn't alright with him, that he was going through an episode again and the last thing you intended on doing was putting any blame for that on him but fuck was it challenging you this time. It didn't go past you how the I love you's had become more and more scarce, how he turned his back to you at night whilst you stared at the ceiling hoping for the oncoming episode to wash over him in a few, swift weeks but his current black hole of depression was unlike anything before. You hardly recognised your boyfriend anymore and felt like nothing but an accessory to the whole band persona he'd put up to cover up how much he was actually hurting on the inside.

To not come off as a soft, little crybaby to everybody else, you stifled your breath and wiped the emerging gush of tears from your lower lash line as fast as you could before making your way out to the densely crowded yard again. Empty bottles of beer lined the way whilst partially smoked-up cigarettes laid scattered all over, the heavy smell of a raging bonfire filled the crisp night breeze. Whilst almost violently looking to the ground to avoid anybody seeing you being about to burst into tears, you rushed to one of the cooling boxes to grab a beer or preferably something stronger. A sense of recklessness washed through you as you dug a deeply green, still halfway full glass bottle from the cooler. Jägermeister would serve you just fine right now.

Armed with the strong booze, you went right back into the house, hiding yourself away from all the action to simply get drunk in peace and solitude.

"Ugh…" Your whole body quivered as the herbal liquor shot down your throat, drenching your mouth in its bitter taste.

Right after the sensation eased up a little, you chased the first swig with a second, deeper one, the alcohol burning its way through your stomach before you'd even reached the corner of the house that could be described as a guest room to slump down on an array of dusty mattresses. With the intense warmth of heavy liquor washing through your body, you curled yourself up, shoving an old pillow underneath your head and before you really realized it, vagrant, quiet tears trickled from the corners of your eyes, pooling at the tear duct to eventually swap over the bridge of your nose. If you were honest with yourself, you felt sick of it, sick of being ignored and pushed away but at the same time you just couldn't bring yourself to point the finger at Per. He simply didn't choose this way of being and feeling yet it felt like he wasn't even trying anymore…which, again, would just be another symptom. You sighed in defeat before treating yourself to another numbing mouthful of booze.

Allowing the tears to just run down your face at their very own pace, you simply wanted to get drunk as fast as possible but even that wouldn't be granted to you, a gentle knock on the slightly ajar door pulling you from your thoughts.

"Huh?" You muttered, sitting up straight again and wiping the wetness from your cheeks.

"Hey…are you okay?" The familiar voice belonging to Øystein asked.

His head peaked through the open door, a messy bunch of black hair framing his face in wavy strands.

"Saw you rushing through the yard and thought checking up on you wouldn't hurt…" He slid his lean statue through the small opening, stepping towards you before crouching down to meet your gaze.

"See? That's part of the problem…you, you care and Pelle just…he just sits there." The words blubbered out of you in an uncontrolled rush accompanied by a new surge of hot tears.

"Hey now…", Euronymous quickly sat down, tucking the frizzy hair behind his ears, "What's going on, hm?"

"I'm so sick of this shit, Øystein… I can't help him, I can't fix him and he just pushes me away time and time again. I'm so done with this bullshit." It practically gushed out of your mouth in a poorly choked-back wail.

"There's a whole horde of people out there, Euro, yet I feel so terribly fucking lonely all the time. Everybody's cheering for Mayhem and for Dead, going on about how fucking cool and true he is for what he's doing to himself on stage but you know what?", You tried to stifle your shaky breaths, "It's not cool. None of it. It's actually fucking terrifying…and it's me who's got to stitch him back to gether every damn time."

With every one of your words, Øystein's eyes widened a little more, partly in understanding about just how much his friend was dragging you through but also in plain sympathy for you.

"Come'ere, yeah? C'mon…if it helps you can squeeze me as hard as you want to, okay?" Euronymous spread both his arms, inviting you in for a tight hug.

Not wasting a second thought on it, you leaned in, wrapping your shaking hands around his shoulders to squeeze and press as tightly as you could.

"There you go…that's it, right there." Euronymous encouraged you, the palms of his broad hands resting at the back of your head to soothe you with gentle pets and strokes.

"I wish I could help you but none of us really gets through to him anymore…I'm so sorry." Øystein sighed into the curve of your neck, the tip of his nose almost touching the cold, black leather of your jacket.

"I don't even know what's going on with him anymore. Everything is just so terribly wrong and I don't know how much longer I can do this shit, Euro, I really don't." You sniffled, inevitably having the vastly different scent of Euronymous right in front of you sneaking up into your nostrils.

Unlike Pelle, he smelled like stale cigarette smoke, cheap aftershave and beer…maybe not exactly a crowd pleaser but you found comfort in it.

"It's okay. I don't judge you." He whispered to you in a soft tone and it threatened to break you apart from the inside.

"Thank you…", You croaked into his hair, your voice getting weaker with every letter, "I feel so shitty for thinking about it like that but…but I'm so goddamn tired. I-...I just wanna feel loved again."

"To remind you…there's a whole horde of people out there who love you." He tried to cheer you up but ultimately missed the point.

"Not…not like that. Ugh, I sound stupid…" You felt the need to take the words straight back and to just go with Øystein's attempt of calming you.

"No, you don't, seriously.", Euronymous led his fingers to get lost in your hair, fingertips softly stroking across your scalp down to the nape of your neck, "I can't imagine how you came up with enough energy to stay this long in the first place. We both know it's not his fault, neither is it yours or mine but we've all been watching you breaking away because of him. You're not smiling anymore, not screaming your lungs out at the gigs, you're barely even here anymore…he's eating you up."

"I can't just leave, Øystein…" You gradually loosened your death grip around his torso to lean back, your face wet with slowly subsiding tears.

"I know…all I'm saying is that it might be time to think about yourself a little more. It won't help anybody if you get lost in his chaos, too." Before you could raise your own hand to wipe the sleeve of your jacket across your face, Euronymous was already on it, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

Whilst taking a deep breath to steady yourself a bit more, the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. You followed how he slightly grinded his teeth together, jaws clenching, withholding something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Øystein?" You furrowed your brows a little, the feeling of something being violently off ebbing through your chest.

"I'm sorry…" That's all he offered to you before cupping your face with the full length of his palm and leaning in to press an anything but timid kiss to your trembling lips.

A part of you, the voice of reason within, practically screamed at you to pull away, to scurry back and to let this go down as nothing but an awkward, boozy, little slip-up, but you didn't move by just an inch as the pungent taste of smoked cigarettes and cheap beer swept into your mouth alongside Euronymous' daring tongue. You simply let it happen, allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and intoxicate you with the dangerously addictive feeling of being wanted, desired by someone.

"Fuck…" You groaned into the nearly bruising kiss, hands reaching out to claw at his utterly worn out Venom shirt to pull him closer to you.

Catching the notion that he had dared to make the right move at the right time, Øystein's palm left your face, both hands roaming over your back down to your ass to simply scoop you into his lap, your legs wrapping themselves around the cold of his bullet-shell belt as the hem of your washed-out, gray denim skirt rode up generously over your fishnet-stocking covered thighs.

"I got you…just hold on to me." Euronymous muttered, trying to catch his breath a little whilst his fingers dug themselves into the curve of your behind, causing you to whine out as you arched your hips impossibly close towards his crotch.

The aching need to feel just something again practically pulsed through every nerve ending and every muscle, pulling you into his tight grasp and for your hands to slip under the soft fabric of his shirt, skin against skin leaving you to crave more. Whilst one of his hands left it's place cupping your ass to hurry down between your bodies, awkwardly fumbling with the buckle of his belt before almost violently pulling down the zipper, a short but heavy pang of guilt jolted through your ribcage, nearly causing you to flinch on the spot. Nothing about this situation at hand was right or somehow, in some crooked way, justifiable to you and yet you made not a single move to stop any of it from happening. You didn’t grasp for Øystein's hand as it hushed from his unzipped pants amidst your legs, the sound of your tights tearing and ripping thundering in your ears, right before curious fingertips brushed over thin lace panties, no. The only reaction it pulled from your body was a needy moan.

"Right there, yeah?" You heard the smirk in his tone without even needing to see it.

Nodding softly, you placed your mouth back onto his, teeth teasingly grazing over his bottom lip.

"Bet that feels even better, babe." At first you didn't know what struck you harder, the endearing pet name or Euronymous' fingers snaking past your slip, dipping right into your soaked folds to draw achingly slow circles around your entrance.

"Please…" You hummed into the kiss, your forehead leaning against his.

"Please, what?", He inquired, fingertips prodding and nudging against your cunt, "Want me to fill you up, no? Such a greedy little thing."

You choked back a whine as Øystein withdrew his hand from your slip to shove the fabric to the side, fingers freeing his rock-hard cock from the confines of his shorts right before thrusting into you with a precise rock of his hips against yours.

"Oh, fuck…" Your moan got lost in his mouth, the delicious feeling of being stretched out so harshly rippling through you.

"How long has it been, huh?" He pushed, drilling himself into you until it threatened to hurt.

"I dunno…four months, maybe five." You couldn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut, the burning heat of arousal and shame creeping into your face in equal parts.

"Yeesh, couldn't leave a girl like you untouched for that long." Euronymous huffed, his other hand steadying your posture with his palm flat against your back as he started rolling his hips, practically bouncing you on his cock.

With your entire body flush with the sensation of Øystein spearheading into you in a firm pace, the last bit of your coherent brain busy muffling and holding back desperate mewls and whimpers, you rendered completely oblivious to what was happening around you…unlike the black-haired guitarist. From the very corner of his eyes, Øystein's attention got pulled towards the semi-open door, the old, wooden floor in front of it creaking treacherously. Just by the way a well familiar pair of thoroughly worn out combat boots barely peaked across the lines of the door frame, he knew that the both of you had been caught right in the act but he didn't so much as even bother to stop from guiding you up and down his throbbing hard on.

"You at least got yourself off here and there, no?" You shook your head.

"Didn't feel right. I- I just hoped things would get back to normal…" You groaned, the sensation of Euronymous' cock stroking over that extra sensitive spot inside of you sending cold, little shivers down your spine.

"Oh, love, then I better make sure to give it to you better than Per ever could…lazy fucker." Øystein scoffed more to his friend and singer hiding next to the door frame than to you but you didn't take any notice of that, your senses way too busy with just keeping it together.

For a moment, Øystein felt actual and very real rage gushing through him. Anger towards his friend for being such an oblivious prick regarding the suffering and all-round neglect he was dragging you through. It was a terribly self-righteous emotion, that he knew for sure, however, he couldn't help himself but to let it fuel the way he rutted into you, burying himself as deep as possible inside of your wet pussy.

The rather morbid thing both of you failed to take notice of was what Dead was doing hidden away in the shadows of the hallway, the crushing humiliation not only going straight to his heart but to his awfully throbbing cock as well, the bitter-sweet masochistic rush leading him to palm himself through his trousers whilst biting down on his fist to not let just one singular sound escape from his twitching lips. The Swede was shamelessly jerking himself off to you getting railed by his closest friend.

"Gonna take good care of you, babe." Øystein groaned in a lust-riddled tone, both of his hands now closing down around your hips to hammer your form onto his cock with every jut and snap of his hips.

It had you bashfully nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, the cigarette smoke soaked leather of his jacked cold against your cheek, whilst you still clawed at his sides underneath his shirt.

Your fingers dug into his skin as you felt your walls starting to flutter and contract around Øystein's hard on, the first crushing jolts of your pent-up orgasm rippling through your body, senses being sent into blissful overdrive.

"Good girl…fuck, pulling me in so hard now, huh?" Euronymous' voice cracked and eventually faltered just like the rolls of his lap against yours.

"Issok…", He talked you through your release, shoving himself balls deep into your spasming cunt before flooding your insides with white-hot ropes of his seed, a guttural groan ripping itself free from the depths of his lungs, "Just let yourself go. I gotchu."

The earth-shattering sensation of all the pent-up sexual desperation mixed in with shame and crushing guilt washing through your system had you biting down on his leather-clad shoulder, a fresh surge of tears threatening to swap over your lower lash line at any second.

"Aw, shit." A sore croak from outside the room led both of you to turn your heads so suddenly that it nearly gave you whiplash.

"The fuck?!" You shrieked out, practically jumping from Øystein's lap whilst he was equally busy with tucking himself back in and getting off the mattress.

"I got this!" Euronymous tried to calm you, awkwardly stumbling away from you before tearing the door open and vanishing into the dark hallway.

For a split second your overworked synapses tried to get a vague grasp on what was going down. Feet were hammering down stairs, noisy commotion erupted from inside the house before the sound of shattering glass and incomprehensible screaming and shouting filled the yard.

"Oh fuck no…" You huffed under your breath, wobbly legs nearly giving out as you tried to pull yourself from the mattress.

As soon as you stood upright again, you felt Øystein's load oozing out of you, soaking the flimsy fabric of your slip with every step you took. You dreaded the scenario that was unfolding outside because the yelling didn't seem to die down but much rather escalate further.

"You fucking traitor!" Pelle's raspy voice cut through the night air, hitting you as soon as you slid out the front door.

"Fucking traitor?!", Øystein spat right back whilst your eyes scanned the scenery anxiously, "You're the spineless loser, Per!"

"You fucked my girlfriend, Øystein!" Dead yelled and with his words you noticed Metallion and Jan Axel staring right at you, nothing but drunk confusion washing over their faces.

"And you pathetic fuck got off to it!" Euronymous had to duck down to dodge an empty beer bottle being sent his way.

"You what?!" You directed the question right at your boyfriend before you noticed a tell-tale damp and soaked-through spot right around his zipper.

"Yes, please tell her how you stood outside the room jerking off to your girl breaking down in front of me, Per!" Your bewildered stare rushed towards Øystein now.

"Huh? You…you saw him or what now?!?" The guitarist shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Jan Axel tried to intervene but both Per and Øystein shushed him almost simultaneously.

"You shut the fuck up!" Pelle sneered, looking like he was about ready to throw one of the plenty empty bottles of beer after his drummer too.

"No.", You huffed, wrapping your leather jacket around your torso to shield you from the creeping cold, "He actually got a point, because…what the hell?!"

"Pumpkin, I can explain, I promise." Per raised his hands in a soothing manner but you didn't feel like having any of it.

"Don't you dare sweet-talk me now, Pelle! You've been pushing me away for months but…you get off to, well, this?" You indirectly confirmed all that had been happening between Øystein and you.

"No. Just no. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this shit. I'm not even remotely drunk enough to deal with this shitshow right now." To undoubtedly cement your point, you took a few swift steps toward Øystein who was looking at you with wide eyes as you fished for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, drawing one for yourself before deliberately putting it to your lips.

"Yes, I fucked Øystein.", You threw your hands into the air after lighting the cigarette, "Maybe I should've done that much sooner, who knows?"

The last sentence was solely aimed to hurt Per as much as he had hurt you.

"Fucking hell, I'm so sick of all this dysfunctional shit…", You just shook your head before heading back inside, "Better none of you disrupt the date I have with a piss-warm bottle of Jägermeister now or you fucking bet I'll cut your dick off!"

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos #jack kilmer #euronymous x reader #euronymous smut #euronymous #dead lords of chaos #euronymous x fem!reader #dead x fem!reader #jack kilmer smut #jack kilmer x fem!reader #mayhem fic #mayhem

[fuhlensworld]

୨⎯ Red waves ⎯୧

Pelle ohlin x Reader

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Tw:period oral,AFAB! Reader,cursing,hair pulling,pet names, reader being in pain from cramps,oral fem receiving,slight fluff,slight cnc, Dom!pelle

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Laying in bed,you wiped little tears off your face, your cramps had been so painful and your boyfriend Pelle had been gone all day with the band working on their new song. You were curled up in your favorite fuzzy blanket, the stuffed animal Pelle had bought you in hand,when you heard the door open and your boyfriend call out to you.

“Sweetheart I’m home dude varg was getting on my last fucking nerve tod- baby? Oh baby are you okay?” He says as he walks into the room and sees you a crying mess in your shared bed.

“Y yeah m’just having really bad cramps”

You say as you sniffle and look at him with glossy eyes.

“Aww my poor baby” he says as he pulls you in for a hug,

“You know what would make you feel better” he says with a smirk on his face

You assumed he meant a nice movie and a cuddle sesh but oh we’re you wrong.

“What?” You say as you move to get in a more comfortable position

“If I gave you some head” he says as he rubs your tummy

“Pelle no! Thats nasty im not gonna let you give me h head when I’m on my period!” You said to him, even though some head sounded good right now you never had it when you were on your period so you were unsure.

“Oh baby but I wasn’t asking you” he cooed as he pulled the blanket off of your body and got on top of you and started to plant sweet but firm kisses along your jawline moving down to your neck.

“Fuck Pelle please let’s just do something else” you pleaded with him, it’s not that you didn’t want him to eat you out, you were just embarrassed,what if he was grossed out?

“Shhh baby let me make you feel good you’ll like it I promise,also you don’t really have a choice now do you?” He let out a light chuckle before pulling your pants and panties down,you hid your face in embarrassment but he didn’t care he started kisses your thighs and finally moved his face right at your pussy, he let out a groan as he kicked a stripe from your entrance all the way to your swollen clit.

“F-fuck Pelle please oh my god”

You moaned out forgetting about ever feeling embarrassed in the first place, “that’s right baby just relax, god you taste so damn good” he said diving right back into you, after he spent some time licking your entrance he focused on your aching clit,sucking and giving it little kitten licks.

After some time you felt that knot of pleasure in your tummy coming undone and you grabbed onto his hair and grinder your hips against his face, desperate for more

“Fuck Pelle im gonna cum please please” you moaned out as he gripped into your hips tighter,that’s definitely gonna leave a bruise. Finally the cord snapped and you screamed Pelle’s name as he gave your pussy tiny kitten licks to help you come down from your high.

“You did so good baby” he says as he comes up to kiss you, you didn’t care that he had your blood all over his face, you just wanted to taste him.

You made out with him heavily as he gripped your hair trying to pull you in closer.

“I love you baby” he said as he peppered kisses all over your face

“I love you too now let’s clean this blood off” you said with a light chuckle.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles and kisses from Pelle!

An:AHH THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT SORRY THIS KNE TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN BUSY, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!!!

#rory culkin #pelle ohlin #pelle #lords of chaos #dead mayhem #mayhem band #jack kilmer #smut #fluff #cnc k!nk

[britany1997]

The Lost Boys Masterlist

Rules: Read Before Requesting:)

Fluff-💖 Spice/Smut- ❤️‍🔥 Angst-🖤

(Other characters I write for masterlists linked at the end)

Fics and Blurbs:

Poly:

Stargazing with the Lost Boys Poly! Lost Boys x GN reader 💖

Cuddling with the Lost Boys Poly! Lost Boys x GN reader 💖

Shared Interests Poly! Lost Boys x Lesbian reader 💖

Vampires Everywhere Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire reader 💖

Hot Vampires in Your Area Poly! Lost Boys x GN Vampire Reader ❤️‍🔥 (follow up to Vampires Everywhere)

Hot Vampires In Your Area Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire Reader (Part 3 to Vampires Everywhere)❤️‍🔥

The Sun Rises Poly! Lost boys x Fem! depressed reader 💖🖤

Quali-tea Time Poly! Lost boys and Laddie 💖

Rev Your Engines Poly! Lost boys x Motorcycle Expert GN Reader 💖

Let’s Motor Poly! Lost boys x Motorcycle Expert GN Reader 💖 (Part 2 to Rev Your Engines)

Cult Classic Poly! Lost boys x GN reader that’s like Pelle from midsommer 🖤 (part 2)(upcoming)

Queer Eye with the Vampire Guys Poly! Lost boys x GN reader💖

Purrfect Night Poly! Boys x Male catlike reader💖

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie Poly! Boys x GN Reader who owns a bakery💖

Birthday Request Masterlist🎂💖

Paul:

Paul and Fishy Masterlist 💖

The Big Bad Wolf ❤️‍🔥 Paul x Fem! Reader

Sharing is Caring Paul x GN reader x Dwayne💖

Spellbound Paul x Trad Goth GN Reader💖

Fallen For You Paul x Fem Angel Reader🖤

Hungry Like The Wolf Paul x Fem Reader ❤️‍🔥 (Part 2 to The Big Bad Wolf)

Starry-Eyed Lovers Paul x GN reader 🖤💖

Sticky Fingers Paul x GN Reader 💖

Passenger Princess Paul x Fem Reader x Marko❤️‍🔥

Pinned Marko x GN reader x Paul❤️‍🔥

Bad Boy Dom Dwayne x Sub Paul❤️‍🔥

Every Breath You Take Yandere Paul x fem reader 🖤💖

Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours Paul x GN Selkie Reader 💖

Dwayne:

Use Your Words Dwayne x Male Reader ❤️‍🔥

Creature Comfort David x Dwayne centric 🖤💖

Everything Now David x Dwayne ❤️‍🔥 (Part 2 to C.C.)

Supersymmetry Dwayne x GN Reader x David ❤️‍🔥 (Part 3 to C.C.)

Sharing is Caring Paul x GN reader x Dwayne 💖

Lay Like This Forever Dwayne x Fem! Reader ❤️‍🔥💖

Bad Boy Dom Dwayne x Sub Paul❤️‍🔥

Each Night Before You Go To Bed Dwayne x GN Reader💖

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams Dwayne x GN Fae Reader💖

Marko:

Passenger Princess Paul x Fem Reader x Marko❤️‍🔥

Pinned Marko x GN Reader x Paul❤️‍🔥

David:

Creature Comfort David x Dwayne centric 🖤💖

Everything Now David x Dwayne ❤️‍🔥 (part 2 to C.C.)

Supersymmetry Dwayne x GN Reader x David❤️‍🔥 (Part 3 to C.C.)

Male Manipulator 🖤 Modern Toxic David x GN reader

Love Marks Jealous! Toxic! David x GN Reader❤️‍🔥🖤

Style Icon David x Male Reader 🖤💖

Hand in Unloveable Hand Poly! Lost boy x Male Reader (David centric) 🖤

His Favorite Boy David x Transmasc reader💖

A Dragon’s Tail David x Male Dragon Reader💖

Michael:

Deep in the Heart of Texas Southern Michael x GN Reader fic ❤️‍🔥

Sunkissed Poolboy Michael x Fem Rich Reader ❤️‍🔥 (collab)

Star:

You Mystify Me Star x Banshee Fem Reader💖

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Fate Yields For No One Masterlist Poly! Lost boys x Max’s daughter reader

Headcanons:

TLB Headcanons Masterlist

Non-Lost Boys Fics:

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Tyler Masterlist (Thrashin)

Anakin Skywalker Masterlist (Star Wars)

And more to come!

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #lost boys headcanons #kiefer sutherland #billy wirth #alex winter #brooke mccarter #the lost boys fic

[yujo-nishimura]

Whispers of the Desert Kingdom

Here is my Sir Crocodile x Female Princess Reader Fanfiction. Thank you all for your comments, @luvley-pearl @lostfirefly @jollycandyruins @fan-g0rl @st1nkyshoesss @dorky-birdie Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, fluff, fairy tale like, English is not my native language, not proof-read

words: 734 Sorry for the Brother-Grimm like opening, I always wanted to try to write a fairy tale and I thought I could at least start this fic with an opening like that. I try to keep the chapters short since I have not much time to write these days but I want to deliver. So brace yourselves for another endless romantic story.. ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Once upon a time there was a kingdom in a desert, called Alabasta. The kingdom was ruled by a wise and benevolent king, and its capital city was adorned with majestic palaces and bustling markets. This story takes place within the opulent halls of the royal palace, as well as the enchanting landscapes of Alabasta, where secrets, intrigues, and romance intertwine.

You are the princess of Alabasta and Vivis older sister, Y/n. 

In an effort to maintain harmony within the country, your father, the king, reaches a decision to arrange a marriage between you and the richest man in the kingdom, Sir Crocodile. You have had feelings for Crocodile for quite some time, and the realization of such a union feels like a cherished fantasy coming to life. However, Crocodile is not the type to easily fall in love and it necessitates a considerable amount of time and effort on your part to persuade him of your worthiness and capacity for love.

It was just another day in the desert, with the relentless sun penetrating your window and rousing you from your slumber. Surprisingly, none of the servants had arrived to wake you for breakfast, suggesting that they either decided to let you sleep in or were still asleep themselves. Glancing at the small watch next to your bed, you realized that breakfast time had already passed. Had they forgotten about you? Without hesitation, you swiftly rose from the comfort of your silk sheets and made your way, barefoot, towards the door of your room. As you opened it, the abundance of noises coming from the kitchen and the buzzing of activity among the servants signaled a state of commotion throughout the entire castle.

"What's happening, Pell?" you inquire, managing to stop the palace's warrior as he rushes past your room, carrying a tray with the king´s finest wine. 

"Did the king not inform you, Princess Y/n? We are expecting an important visitor!" Pell responds, his voice tinged with amusement. 

"I was not informed!" you exclaim, pouting childishly, which draws out another chuckle from Pell. 

"Well, then, quickly get ready and join us. I'm sure the king was simply too preoccupied to notify you!" 

"Even so, I'm quite upset. How could he forget about his favorite daughter?" you jest, before retreating into your room. Having known Pell since childhood, he has become like an older brother to you, so him seeing you in your nightgown is nothing out of the ordinary. However, you decide that whoever this visitor may be, they deserve to see you dressed in your finest attire.

As you opened your closet and scanned your collection of dresses, thoughts of your earlier remark lingered in your mind. Deep down, you knew that your father, the king, loved you and your younger sister Vivi equally. Vivi had chosen to set sail with the Straw Hat Pirates, and although you sometimes missed her dearly, you understood her decision. As the older sister, it was your responsibility to prepare yourself to one day assume the throne and lead the kingdom, just as your father had done. Seeing Vivi's happiness with the Straw Hat Pirates brought you immense joy too. You often read about her adventures in the news and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for your little sister. Despite her new status as a wanted pirate, you knew she was surrounded by the right companions who were all passionately pursuing their dreams.

And you were determined to pursue your dream of someday ruling over Alabasta, as it was your destined path. 

After searching through your closet, you discovered a dress that perfectly complemented your eye color and carefully laid it out on your bed. Despite having a personal servant, you preferred the solitude of preparing yourself, enjoying your morning routine of styling your hair and applying makeup. By the time you felt satisfied with your appearance, the sun had already reached its zenith, prompting you to leave your room in search of late breakfast before the esteemed visitor's arrival. However, just as you were about to step out, Pell reappeared, his face reflecting sorrow. 

"Pell, have you come to pick me up?" you inquired. 

"I am sorry, Princess. The king has instructed me to inform you that you should have breakfast in your room today and attend to your studies," Pell replied with a voice tinged with regret.

#one piece #sir crocodile #x reader #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x y/n #yujowriting

[roryzlittles1ut]

Backstage Pass: R!Euronymous X Fem! Reader.

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Warnings: Protected Sex, Fingering, Mixture of Gentle and Rough Sex, Mentions of smoking/drugs, Dom!R!Euronymous, Sub!Reader, Mentions of Drinking, Slight Manipulation (idk if imma add this ngl).

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Your friends dragged you to a Mayhem concert, though you weren’t really into metal. You were a tiny bit annoyed, as your friends acted like wild animals. Everyone was screaming, head banging, smoking, drinking, doing drugs, some even secretly having sex. You rolled your eyes as the metal band slowly emerged from backstage. One of the members really caught your eyes though, Øystein Aarseth, the leader of the band, and the lead guitarist.

“Alright, settle the fuck down. You guys ready to hear some true, Norwegian, black, fucking metal?” He yelled, the whole crowd screaming loudly. You stared at him, feeling so flustered as you lost words. He glanced down at the crowd and noticed you. He started playing his loud music as the singer, Pelle growled in the microphone. You didn’t care about anyone else, just him.

Øystein continued to play the guitar as the music got louder, almost making your ears bleed. It didn’t bother you at all, all of your attention was on him, just him. He winked at you as he slowly approached you, getting on one knee, but still playing his guitar loudly. “What? Never seen a metal head before?” His voice was deep as his blue eyes sank into your eyes.

You blushed as you tried to figure out the right words to say. He smirked slightly and grabbed your chin, his thumb caressing your soft skin. He tilted his head to the side as the light glared on his face paint, making it noticeable that it was coming off. “I-I..it’s not that. I’ve just never been to a concert before.” You said shyly, not knowing how to exactly react. He chuckled and got back up on his feet, walking away as he played the guitar again.

You felt weak in the knees. Your friends squealed at the whole band, saying how bad they wanted to fuck one of them, even Øystein. You shook your head and looked away. Then, after the concert, a security guard walked up to you. “Hey, Miss. Mr. Aarseth wants to see you backstage, he says it’s important.” Of course you couldn’t miss this opportunity, so you followed the security guard backstage.

Once you guys reached backstage, he was sitting on the couch in a manspread manner. The security guard walked away, closing the door. Øystein got up as you stayed quiet. He grabbed your cheeks with his rough, veiny hands as he stared into your eyes. “Oh..you look like a little princess who needs help, or maybe something else.”

Your eyes went wide as you blushed, feeling him pull you closer to him. He chuckled a bit in amusement. “Did that get your attention or something? You stupid whore. All of you girls are the same, but you seem..a bit different.” He brushed some hair out of your face with his index and middle finger, being gentle with you. It was prettty odd, but you did like his touch. “What do you want? You’re the one who invited me here.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words, then he let go of you. “Alright..I want a little favor from you.” He whispered into your ear, giving it a soft kiss as he slowly plopped back on the couch. He sat back in his manspread way, staring at you up and down. “What?” You said, a little nervously though. He sighed softly and looked away, shaking his head.

“No, seriously. What is it? Because I could really be heading home now.” You crossed your arms, staring at him. Øystein slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. He pinned you against the wall and started taking off your clothes. “Be a good girl..” Your eyes widened slightly as you blushed.

As he took off your clothes, he pushed you back onto the sofa, taking off your panties. He leaned in and started demolishing your pussy, nuzzling aggressively into it. You can feel his nose against your clit, making you moan loudly out of ecstasy. His tongue made you see stars as he swirled his tongue around your aching, wet pussy. You also didn’t expect him to just do this to you so fast. He seemed so desperate.

You placed your hand in his hair, your fingers getting tangled in it. He grabbed you from underneath your thighs, picking you up as he plopped down on the couch. He still had your pussy pressed up against his mouth, but now you were sitting on his face. He roughly slapped your ass, making you let out a squeak. “Never been eaten out by a metal head hm? How does it feel you fucking dirty girl?”

You whined softly and squirmed, no words coming out. It felt so good, too good. He pulled away from your clit and looked up into your eyes, shoving his middle and ring finger inside of you. You gasped again, your eyes widening. “Oh my gosh!” You whined again. He chuckled as he felt how wet you were, moving his fingers in and out of you roughly. “Mm..so wet. You’re just aching for my cock.”

He stopped and shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Come on, be good and taste yourself.” His eyes were locked into your deeply. You sucked on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took off his pants and boxers, his cock sprung out of his pants. You gasped, not expecting him to be so huge. He shoved one finger inside of your pussy as he leaned in, sloppily making out with you.

“I want this so bad, I want you so bad. You looked so lost and pathetic in the crowd. I could’ve gotten off stage and fucked you right there.” He whispered into the kiss, moving his hand a bit faster. You whimpered, blushing so much as you felt close to your orgasm. He felt you clench against his fingers before pulling out. “No no, not yet. I need to have my cock inside of you when you cum.”

He stroked himself for a quick second as he grabbed a condom, putting it on before placing you down on the sofa. He shoved himself in your tight heat, making him groan. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.” He thrusted into you in a slow, steady manner, placing his hands on your waist. He grabbed a cigarette from the table in front of the sofa and lit it with his lighter, tossing the lighter to the floor. He took a drag, starting to fuck you a bit harder and faster.

You squealed as you felt him arrange your insides. You felt a bit flustered, and he loved it. He groaned, fucking you harder. You started tearing up a bit, and Øystein noticed. He tilted his head to the side and slowed down. “Can’t take it anymore? Aw, you’ll get used to it.” He smiled a bit and took another drag of his cigarette, starting to slowly move a bit faster. He let out a grunt as you let out a whimper.

He tossed his cigarette aside, squeezing your breasts roughly. “So fucking fluffy and smooth. Like that?” He smiled and kissed your neck before kissing your forehead. “I-I’m gonna cum~..” You murmur shyly, gasping for air. That just fueled the fire. He moved harder and rougher. “Then..cum for me. Be a good girl.” He moaned into your ear, letting out a soft chuckle. He lifted you up and placed you on top of him, squeezing your ass as he fucked you with no mercy.

You moaned loudly, making him cover your mouth. “Shh, the rest of the guys are here. I know you love being fucked by me, but don’t be so loud.” You nod quickly, whimpering into his hand. You were so close to your orgasm again, your eyes rolling back. He wrapped another hand around your waist, moaning in a quiet manner. Then, it hit you hard. He our orgasm made you do star struck. You almost screamed, but he held your mouth tighter.

“Shh, shh, good girl, good fucking girl.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead, slowly pulling out. He gently placed you back down on the couch, taking off his condom and putting his pants back on. “I’ll take you home, don’t worry.” He smiled a bit and played with your hair. It was like he completely forgot he just fucked your brains out, as you slowly fell asleep.

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AN: I know it’s been so long, but I have lost almost all of my motivation and decided to get it over with. It’s kind of like the Mike story, and this is pretty rushed so, I hope you..enjoy at least :3

#rory culkin #i love him sm. #pls give me a chance #he’s so pookie #he’s so silly #i love him #he’s so cutie patootie #fill my pussy #i love my baby boy #bookie bear

[moumouton4]

Can you do first time with orochimaru?

First Time || Orochimaru x fem!reader

A/n : Hi hi hi ! 2 requests written in 2 days ! 😍 Thanl you for this so much ! Lately I've been struggling to write a piece in 1 day but I'm getting back on tracks baby oh ayyyyy 😎

A/n 2 : Next I have 2 requests on my other account for those who knows. And then I'll be back with a Demon Slayer hc 😍✨

Warnings : first time, boner, penetrative sex, slight jerking, kinda rough sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 963

He always thought he was above those kinds of activities. He often looked them down, thinking it was only a flaw that the most animalistic of human beings were trapped with

But then he met you… and everything changed

He started to feel impossibly hot inside. He then learned that in those moment when he wanted to embrace you tightly he was feeling something unknown, love

He couldn’t help but be drawn to you when you were in the same room

He who was usually restless found himself more than once, there in his bed or in a couch doing nothing but cuddling

And it felt even better than reborn in a new body

But then when he thought he had discovered everything about this new feeling, he felt yet again something he didn’t conceive he could feel

It felt like a strong urge. An urge to be close to you more than he ever had been with you before. An urge to mate. An urge to be one with you, body and soul

One problem though… how to even approach you with this new desire of his ?

Would you find it inappropriate, uncalled for… or maybe too soon ?

He couldn’t even believe that HE was tiring himself to find a way to approach the subject with you

But little did he know that you too were feeling this strong pull towards him

Finally it happened naturally. You guys were cuddling in the couch like usual and he pulled you flush against him

He felt his body throb. It was it. He needed you now

“Y-Y/n ? I want-” he said, he sounded so unsure. Besides the fact that he called you directly by your name showed just his increasing need

“Orochimaru” you were breathless when you felt his bulge press against you “I want you too”

And it was all he needed to crash his lips on your. His arms circled you waits and you stumbled across the hideout - hopefully you were in his private areas, just imagine stumble on somebody in this state lmao - making his way to his bedroom

Both your hands working intensely and meticulously on pelling the clothes from each others body

But once he was here, on top of you, his body only mere inches away he froze. His thoughts were racing in his mind

Should he take a condom ? Could he hurt you ? So that’s what a pussy looks like…

The more the time passed the more he felt his urge growing. His body is tingly at places he didn’t know could tingle

As his desperate gaze locked onto your loving one he took a deep breath. You took his hand and helped him come back to Earth

You reached in the drawer and took a condom - that you bought yourself thinking that one day he would eventually let go of his inhibitions - and gave it to him

He struggled slightly to open it with how shaky his hands were, but he eventually managed to put it on. It felt weird ( I mean it should the first time right ?!? )

He went back on top of you and started wonder how he was going to enter you

But before he could think further he felt your hand gently stroking his hard length, making it twitch. He blushed furiously as he let out a groan. Not at all used to this type of contact

You reassured his with your gentle touch and your words of understanding as you guided him towards your entrance

His breath was shaky as he gently entered your warmth, inch by inch carefully not to cause any harm or unnecessary pain

His grip on your hips was vicious and it was surely going to leave a bruise or two

“Mmph… you’re s-so tight… ugh” he managed to say as he slowly started to grind against you

State of arousal allowed him to increase his rhythm and find a steady one that he tried to keep up

Though once he was fully comfortable something switched inside him. His grip grew stronger. And you felt him pin you in a possessive way against the mattress

His thrusts started to get deeper as he slammed his hips harshly against yours

He didn’t know what was happening and you on the other side were too much in ecstasy to care

The room filled with the sound of your lovemaking and your moans and groans

On the verge of climaxing he felt like his body was on fire

He bent down, still fucking you, and nestled his head against your shoulder, where his teeth sank

He was trying to desperately not to scream or moan as he felt the pleasure increase and increase

Then he felt it, the knot in his stomach bursted and he came hard, his hips stuttered as he filled the condom

His hips continued to move slowly against yours and he emptied himself

He didn’t have any more strength in his arms as he fell over your shaking form

“Fuck” you breathed out as your hands clung to his hips

You felt his nuzzle against your neck and gently lick the bite he did on your shoulder

He felt like he was on a cloud right now “I’m sleepy”

Your heart swelled at how cute he sounded “Just close your eyes my Love. I’ll be there when you wake up”

“Uh uh” he said his voice impossibly soft “I love you”

As he basked in the afterglow of his first time he kept thinking on how could you made him feel

He was sure that if he wasn’t this tired he would have gone for a second round right away. Maybe next time then

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥗🌮 Again my requests are open 🥞🍳

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #orochimaru #orochimaru imagine #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru x reader smut #orochimaru smut #request #smut #miri-writes

[death-to-posers]

Hi! Whatsup! Could you write a Necrobutcher (mayhem ofc) x fem reader ,where necro gets jealous (maybe over a guy talking with reader idk) like, make necro idk, possessive but in a cool way. Idk

You can make it smut,fluff, anything lol, (not angst)

Thx

I was hoping someone would request Necro, he's so underappreciated I adore that man.

(I also apologise for how long it's taken me to answer these, and I'm so sorry to the first anon who asked for Serj Tankian x reader, I never did get 'round to writing that. I've had a lot going on and this is the first time I've been on my Tumblr in months, I'll try write that at some point in the future)

This will be a friends to lovers, I hope that's alright with you, if not, give me a shout and I'll edit it so that Necro and reader are already in a relationship. This is also written in third person (most of my fics will be, I prefer third person)

Also this is meant to be REAL Necro, not Lords of Chaos. (I fucking hate that movie)

Pairing: Necrobutcher (Mayhem) x fem!Reader

(This is set pre Pelle's death)

Plot: (Friends to lovers) Reader goes to a nearby convenience store to get some cigs and unexpectedly bumps into Necro. The cashier gets a little too friendly with reader...

She sits up in her bed, reaching into her bedside cabinet drawer for a pack of cigarettes. She sighs, realising she's all out. Oh well, the convenience store is a two minute walk away. She gets up groggily, pulling on a pair of boots and walking out the front door.

The door of the store swings open and she steps inside, noticing a familiar face in the corner, by the alcohol aisle. "Jørn?". He looks up, grinning once he recognises her. "What are you doing here at this hour Y/N?". He walks up to her and gives her a slightly awkward side hug. He's wearing the same torn jeans and leather jacket he always wears. "I needed some cigs," she replies, returning the hug. He nods, "Of course you did. I'm here for some whiskey and coke, Euro's been drinking it all, but what's new?". He gives her a wink and returns to the drinks aisle. She walks up to the counter, grabbing a pack of cigs. "Just these, thanks". The cashier looks her up and down, leering. "I could give these to you for free y'know, sweetheart?". He gives her a suggestive look. She cringes. "Oh, um, no thanks. I can pay-", she's cut off, Jørn rests a hand on her shoulder. "I'll knock your fucking teeth out you son of a whore," he stares at the cashier coldly. The cashier scoffs, snatching the money from Y/N's hand. She grabs her cigarettes and walks out of the store, Jørn close at her heels. Once out of the store, he wraps an arm around her waist, glaring ahead aimlessly. She raises an eyebrow. "Chill, it's just a man being.. A man," his apparent anger confuses her somewhat. He hisses, pulling her closer. "No one - no one - is allowed to look at you like that, except me". He presses his lips to hers, kissing her roughly. Her eyes widen, it takes her a second to realise what's happening. She's apparently not against it though, returning the kiss eventually. He pulls back, looking calmer, and slightly apologetic. "Was that okay? I should've asked first-", now it's her turn to cut him off, pulling him into another kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist, smiling into the kiss.

This was really short, I'm sorry, lmk if you'd like a part two! (If yes, I'll try do some smut in the next part).

I hope this wasn't too awful, I didn't really proofread it. You'd think someone who's been writing for over three years would be a little better at it.

#the true mayhem #black metal #fanfic #x reader smut #metal music #norwegian black metal #trve kvlt #necrobutcher #jealousy prompts #necro is cute af I love twink-ish bassists

[spacewitchqueen]

(Love Is) A Deadly Game - chapter 6

A/N: Finally! I am sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, I have no excuses for myself. As always, thank you for reading! This chapter is a bit longer, I hope tumblr doesn’t act up. This was going to be the last chapter (you’ll see why) BUT I will write an epilogue, I promise I will post it soon.

Snippet: One of the only positive sides of being scared and on high alert was that you didn’t have time to think about him, you didn’t even want to think about his name.

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader 

Chapter summary: With the Face Cards, the games are coming to an end, what will that mean for you and Chishiya?

Everything was a blur. You were wandering aimlessly around the city, trying to make sense of what had happened. The Beach had fallen apart in just one night, apparently during a game, a Hearts game. While you had been lucky enough to stay hidden and sneak out, you hadn’t been able to look for Kuina or anyone else, too shocked to do anything but put as much distance between you and the Beach as possible. 

Things were no better outside. The city had an eerie, apocalyptic look to it, as if it had been abandoned decades ago instead of weeks. Weeks, was that right? How long had it really been? You tried to force yourself to remember but you couldn’t. No time to dwell on those thoughts, you had to be vigilant, keep moving.

One of the only positive sides of being scared and on high alert was that you didn’t have time to think about him, you didn’t even want to think about his name. Was it true, what he’d said? That he hadn’t paired with you at the game because he thought they would make you try to kill each other? But why would he think that? Maybe… No, you could not follow that train of thought. Whatever it had been, it was done, it didn’t matter. You’d left and he had stayed and that was probably where it ended for you both. You would have been afraid for him but knowing him, he had probably made it out of The Beach as well. You just hoped Kuina, Ann, Arisu, Usagi and some of the other players had escaped too.

And now what? Several screens lit up with an announcement: the next stage had begun, the Face Cards. Great. Not something you were looking forward to do on your own, but for now it seemed you had no choice. You did not care to play another Hearts game if it could be helped, but maybe you could try your luck in a Clubs game. 

You were still walking around, lost in these thoughts when chaos erupted around you. People running pell-mell, and the sound of gunshots, too close for comfort. Just how many people had guns now? Looking up, you saw a silver blimp with a banner: the King of Spades. You stared at it for a second and then someone grabbed your arm.

‘What are you doing just standing there like that? You might as well paint a target on your chest.’ It was the guy who had paired with you at the Hearts game. He was holding hands with a short girl, both of them looked terrified and out of breath. You tried to look past them but there were so many people running, what were they running from?

‘What is going on?’ you asked.

‘The King of Spades,’ the short girl said.

‘Yeah, I saw the blimp but—’

‘He has a machine gun, or some sort of insane arsenal, he’s killing everyone. We need to go. Now!’

‘Why didn’t you say so?’

The three of you took off at a run, without a clear idea of where to go, just trying to get as far away from the area as possible. Hiding was not an option.

You crossed a street, dodging people, trying not to think too hard about those who were not running fast enough. Among that chaos, you heard a familiar voice somewhere behind you. Kuina. You stopped and turned around to look for her just in time to see her jumping into the backseat of a car, and then you saw him. 

Chishiya stood there, looking at you, for a second too long. The people inside the car were urging him to get in. ‘Go!’ He yelled at them. The car sped up.

Time seemed to stand still. You stared at each other but neither of you moved. He looked as if he wanted to say something, you definitely wanted to speak but in that moment a falling object shook you out of that reverie, you realized where you were and what you were running from, and everything around you came back into focus. Was that a grenade?

‘Run!’ you yelled at Chishiya. You saw him jump out of the way and you did the same, covering your head with your arms instinctively. 

There was an explosion. When the smoke cleared, Chishiya was gone.

It made sense that the Face Card games would be harder than the previous games. Hell, the fact that there was some sociopath gunning down players without any apparent sort of rules should have been enough of a clue, and the slight relief you felt having found someone to run with, turned to fear a few hours later. 

The girl was injured, a bullet had grazed her leg. You tried to help the guy carry her so you could keep moving but he had refused, telling you to go on without them, that they didn’t want to slow you down. And just like that you were on your own again.

It was dark, it was getting harder to keep running. You were exhausted and afraid, even if you were reluctant to admit it. You had to look for a place to hide and get some rest. 

The night was mostly quiet but from time to time you could hear yelling in the distance. ‘Please be alright,’ you whispered, tasting the salt of your tears, directing that plea to no one in particular. You thought about your recent companions, hoping they had found a place to rest. You thought about Kuina, wondering if you’d see her again. And then you let yourself think about Chishiya, alone because he hadn’t jumped into the car with the others and you couldn’t help but worry about him. No, he would be fine, wasn’t he always better on his own? But what if he wasn’t?

With nothing else to occupy your mind and sleep refusing to come, you went over what Chishiya had said in the car after that fateful Hearts game: “I didn’t do that because I don’t trust you. I thought they would make us kill our partner, I didn’t want to have to hurt you.”

Some part of you was still angry at him. He could have told you what he was going to do, he could have shared his reasons for not wanting to play the game with you, but you also had to admit to yourself that you might not have listened if he had. You recalled his words. ‘You didn’t want to hurt me,’ you said to yourself, wanting to believe that. You didn’t want to fool yourself into thinking he cared about you but there was that nagging sliver of hope carving its way into your head, into your heart.

After a sleepless night and another terrifying day, you were no longer sure if you were more afraid of dying, running into the King of Spades, finding Chishiya or never seeing him again. It surprised you how high that last option ranked among your fears. That night you made up your mind, you would look for him, whatever happened from that point on might be out of your hands, but you had to do that, see him one more time. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to fall asleep. You would have to be very careful while you searched for him, who knew how long that would take.

As it turned out, finding Chishiya was not that hard. You had spent the night at the tallest building you could find and you had taken that chance to locate the blimps. You were not that great with directions but you forced yourself to pay attention and tried to map out where the face cards were. 

The King of Spades you knew to avoid, and you thought Chishiya wasn’t likely to play a Clubs or Spades game if he had a choice. He might join a Hearts game, but you wanted to try the Diamonds games first. You could see two of the Diamonds face cards, so you flipped an imaginary coin to choose between the Jack and Queen, those were closest to where you had been the previous day. ‘Let’s go see the Queen.’ 

Your instincts turned out to be right. You hadn’t taken two steps towards the registration table and there he was, different white jacket, same impassive expression. You gave him a curt nod, unsure of whether he would rather not have anyone else realize you two knew each other. He mouthed something in response: ‘Why?’ you just shrugged, whatever happened, at least you had seen him.

While you were waiting for registration to close, Chishiya went to stand beside you, speaking in a voice so low you could hardly hear him.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘What for?’ you muttered out of the corner of your mouth.

‘The Hearts game. Not about what I did, I really thought not pairing up was the best thing to do, but I could have told you.’

You nodded, at a loss for words now that you’d heard what he had to say.

‘Why are you here?’ Chishiya asked.

You leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. ‘I am the Queen of Diamonds.’

‘Ha ha.’ Chishiya was not amused.

‘I wanted to see you. I was afraid I would not get another chance, you know, with the King of Spades.’ You mimicked firing a gun.

‘What if there is only one winner in this game?’ There was a tense note in Chishiya’s question.

‘Then I hope it’s one of us, it’ll very likely be you.’

‘Registration hasn’t closed, there are no devices, you can still leave.’

‘You don’t think I can play this game?’

‘No, but like I said, I’d rather not play against you.’

‘Why?’

Chishiya opened his mouth to reply but the robotic voice interrupted him. ‘Registration is now closed.’

You shrugged. ‘It seems we’re playing.’

The metallic voice launched into explaining the rules of the game. You looked at the screens depicting the explanation trying to concentrate. The players stood around a table. Each player was given a set of beads, each bead had a different value and the point of the game was to move the beads across a board, capturing other player’s beads without losing your own. The tricky part was that everyone moved the beads at the same time and you had to keep track of all your beads while planning your next move. If a player ran out of beads they were eliminated. The game ended when the Queen was defeated or there were no players left. 

Even though you felt relieved when you heard there was a possibility that more than one player could survive, you could not say you were relaxed either, it would not be easy. You dug your nails into your palms. Games that required strategy, like chess or checkers, were not your favorites, they had never been your thing. The fact that a few other players looked more lost than you was a small comfort. You were starting to regret deciding to look for Chishiya, but you just had to see him, didn’t you? 

The game started. Your heart was beating so fast it was a miracle your hands were not shaking. You were thinking how best to move your beads but with 10 other players it was very difficult to plan. The Queen, a beautiful woman with long auburn hair, was ruthless. She seemed to single out the weakest players, by the fifth turn she had taken out two. Three movements later you were down to two beads, but somehow you recovered one, and then another on the next round. And it suddenly hit you: Chishiya was helping you, he was keeping track of your beads and his own. He kept stealing glances at your side of the board, on one round the distraction cost him a bead.

‘You can’t split yourself, you’re good but you can’t play for both of us,’ you muttered as you passed by him on your next turn to move your beads.

‘Then don’t throw the game,’ he muttered back.

Three more players were out. A feeling of hopelessness was overtaking you. The Queen was sure to notice you were struggling. During the next round, before The Queen moved against you, Chishiya attacked her squares and lost another bead as a result. He stood beside you to wait for his next turn.

‘Don’t you dare let me win,’ you hissed at him.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. ‘I think I know how we can win this game.’

‘How?’

‘Trust me. Follow my moves on the board. We’ll both make it out.’ He smirked. ‘Or we’ll both die here.’

‘Oh, that’s encouraging,’ you mumbled.

When it was your turn again, Chishiya mouthed one word: ‘Together.’

Together, you thought and nodded. Choosing to trust him, taking that blind leap of faith was hard. You understood you had to run a great risk, allowing yourself to become the bait to trap the Queen. It worked. You couldn’t quite believe it when the red laser appeared. The Queen was dead, you’d won.

‘Let’s go.’ Chishiya tilted his head towards the door.

Both of you walked outside without another word. You wanted to say something, like maybe why you had decided to look for him, or at the very least thank him for saving your life.

‘Thank you,’ he said, voicing your own thoughts.

‘What for?’

‘For trusting me.’

You nodded. ‘Thanks for not letting her kill me.’ That was good, you could have left it at that but you couldn’t stop yourself. ‘Was it hard for you to trust me, that I would do as you said? Is that why you didn’t do it at the Hearts game?’

Chishiya looked at you, his face unreadable. ‘I’m too used to being on my own, looking out for myself. It was strange, wanting to care for someone else. It felt out of character.’ The corner of his lips twitched. 

‘You should do it more, this out-of-character thing, it’s oddly fitting.’

‘It didn’t even work, I didn’t help you back then.’

‘I appreciate the intention, now that I know it was there.’ You smiled and then looked away before he could see your face going red.

The two of you walked in companionable silence for a while, it felt natural, it would have been better if you didn’t have to worry about who you might run into.

‘This looks like a good place,’ Chishiya said, stopping suddenly and pointing at a building.

‘A good place?’ you asked, taking in the view. The building looked like it could have been a nice apartment complex once, not quite luxurious but comfortable, but half the windows were broken and the front door looked like it might crumble at any minute. ‘Are you sure?’

‘It is less likely anyone will want to get in here.’

‘You’re right about that, I don’t want to go in there.’

Chishiya took your hand. ‘Come on.’ You sighed loudly but followed him inside.

The inside of the building was somewhat more inviting than the outside. You found some food that was still edible and barricaded yourselves in an apartment on the top floor. You sat cross-legged on the bed eating, talking. Well, you did most of the talking but if his smile was any indication, Chishiya wasn’t having a bad time.

‘...and that’s the last thing I remember before this place.’ You yawned. 

‘You’re tired, you should sleep.’ Chishiya observed.

You shook your head. ‘I just need to close my eyes for a minute.’ It was probably very late, it had been dark outside for a while; you’d used a flashlight but even it was going dimmer, its batteries running out. You didn’t want the night to end. In another life, in another universe maybe this could have been a date, and you could have said ‘good night’ without fear of what the next day would bring, here, it could be all you had. But just as you realized that, you also realized that trying to stay awake was no use, your eyes felt so heavy, you slid down the pillows and curled on your side. ‘I just wish the others are okay.’

‘They’re smart, they will be fine.’

The mattress dipped. You thought it must be Chishiya standing up, probably going to another room, but a second later you felt him lying down behind you, his arm around your waist, his chin resting somewhere above your head. He wasn’t exactly pressing himself against you, but you could still feel his warmth around you.

You could not suppress a giggle. ‘You don’t have to do this, you don’t like this.’

‘You do,’ he muttered. ‘And it’s not that bad.’

When you felt his breathing become deeper, more even, you whispered a question for which you didn’t expect a reply. ‘Does this mean you care?’

‘Maybe. But…’ Chisiya said in a sleepy voice, his arm tensing slightly around you. 

‘But what?’ The question almost choked you.

Chishiya took his time to reply. ‘What if I can’t care about you, love you, the way you want?’

‘Then do it your way.’

‘And if it’s not enough?’

‘Let me be the judge of that.’ You took his hand and locked your fingers with his. ‘Chishiya? Go to sleep.’

The following morning you woke up, wondering if those whispered words had been a dream. Chishiya’s lips on the back of your neck told you that if that was the case, the two of you had dreamed the same thing. You would have liked nothing more than to sleep in, but just because things between you were changing, your present situation was still very much uncertain, with every Face Card hiding a deadly game. You knew Chishiya wanted to keep playing, he was set on finding out as much as he could about the games, the people behind them, you wouldn’t try to stop him, but you couldn’t join him either. You understood what you had to do.

When Chishiya woke up the sun was already high but he still took his time to peel himself away from you, reminding you of a cat demanding attention. You turned around and kissed the tip of his nose, he pulled you closer and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you and then kissed you hungrily, his hands slipping under your tank top. The distant sound of a gunshot made both of you come to your senses. 

‘We should get going,’ Chishiya said, jumping out of bed. Other than an almost imperceptible hoarseness in his voice, he looked perfectly unaffected and as impassive as always. You could have rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny you were amused.

The day went by without you running into trouble, you were careful, keeping an eye out for desperate players (or worse, the King of Spades). Even if you couldn’t fully relax, the day hadn’t been that bad because you were together. You saw where you were headed, and you prepared yourself.

You saw the blimp: the Jack of Hearts. It was hovering above a high security prison. You could only imagine what that game would entail. You let go of Chishiya’s hand prompting him to turn towards you.

‘I can’t do this.’ You shook your head and took a step back.

‘I won’t betray you.’

‘What if they really make us kill each other this time?’ 

Chishiya looked from you to the entrance. ‘Let’s go, we can find another game.’

The moment had come, you took a deep breath. ‘No. I think it’s better if we don’t play together. You can do this, win this game. But I can’t play a game with you if I don’t know that both of us can make it out. I will go look for the others.’

‘What if you get lost? Or worse.’

‘I’ll find you, I promise.’ You stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips lightly. ‘You go show them.’

He nodded and walked away but turned around to face you just before going in, you winked at him and blew him a kiss. You stood outside the prison entrance until he disappeared inside.

Playing the Face Card games without Chishiya was easier in a way. Not because the games weren’t difficult, they were brutal, but at least you didn’t have to worry about him. Also, you were no longer alone. You’d found Ann and Kuina, and you felt a huge weight off your chest. Kuina and you had laughed and cried and laughed again.

‘Where were you? What happened to you?’ Kuina asked you, wiping a tear from her face. ‘I thought maybe… the King of Spades…’

You shook your head. ‘I was there, I saw you getting into the car—’

‘We barely got away, and then we beat the King of Clubs, which was insane but Arisu and Usagi were great… Wait, you saw me? You were there? Did you see Chishiya?’

‘I… yeah, I found him.’

‘Why is he not with you, is he alright?’ Kuina looked around as if you might be hiding Chishiya behind your back.

‘He went into a Hearts game, I—’ you shook your head, unable to say why you hadn’t stayed with him. ‘He was fine, I’m sure he’s fine,’ you said, trying to sound as reassuring as you could, for Kuina’s sake and your own. ‘I am very happy to see you, Kuina. And you, Ann.’

Ann nodded. ‘Let’s get some Face Cards then.’

You had no way of knowing, but you could tell that Chishiya had made it out of the Jack of Hearts game. You had a feeling he’d go for a Diamonds game next, you could only wish him luck. Meanwhile, Kuina, Ann and you made a very effective team. You were even starting to consider the possibility that you might have a chance to… what? Win? Go back to the real world? Well, something. That sliver of hope made you try your best, push yourself as far as you could go to help Ann and Kuina and win. It should have come as no surprise then that you got injured, what you found surprising was that it wasn’t more serious, just a broken arm.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—there were two Face Cards left, the King of Spades and the Queen of Hearts. But judging by the sound of gunshots approaching, it didn’t look like you’d get a chance to decide which one to play first. 

‘We need to stop the King of Spades,’ Ann said. You couldn’t agree more, but how?

While you were debating what to do, you ran into Arisu and Usagi, both of them looked shaken. ‘Niragi. He… he was shooting at us,’ Arisu explained. ‘He aimed at Usagi but Chishiya took the bullet and—’

‘What? Is he…’ you couldn’t bring yourself to say the word.

Usagi shook her head. ‘He’s alive, we left him back there, hidden behind a car.’ Usagi pointed to where they’d come from.

They were talking, planning how to take down the King of Spades, but you were no longer listening. You needed to find Chishiya, you would not forgive yourself if you didn’t; you had a broken arm anyway, you wouldn’t be of much help to Arisu and the others.

‘We could use this,’ Kuina was saying when you tuned back into the conversation. She took what appeared to be a soda can with wires out of her pocket. You couldn’t help but look in the direction Usagi had indicated. You hadn’t even noticed when Aguni and a girl carrying a bow had joined the group.

‘Go,’ Kuina said to you when the others were suggesting final details for the plan. ‘Make sure he’s fine, I’ll find you when this is done.’ You hugged her tight and ran towards him.

His white jacket was the first thing you spotted, a red stain all the more obvious in the light color.

‘Chishiya!’ You knelt by his side, careful not to move him. You wanted to throw your arms around him but in his condition, and with your broken arm, it was out of the question.

‘You found me.’

‘I said I would.’

‘Arisu and the others?’

‘They’re trying to stop that sociopath with the guns. Kuina had some sort of explosive device, your invention, I presume?’ you asked to keep him conscious, distracted from the pain.

He snorted and closed his eyes. You touched his cheek, brushing a strand of silver hair away from his face. ‘Don’t you dare. Either we both make it out or we both die here, right? Well, I’m not dying and neither are you.’

You could hear gunshots and indistinct yelling in the distance and you could not help tears running down your face. There was no way your friends were unharmed, but how bad was it? When you heard the explosion and saw the blimp burning down you felt little relief.

‘One card left,’ you muttered. But was there anyone left to play that game, whatever it was?

Night had fallen. You had fallen asleep at some point, some caretaker you were, you woke up with your head on Chishiya’s shoulder. Fireworks lit up the sky. Did that mean…?

The familiar robotic voice was asking the remaining players whether they would accept citizenship and remain in the Borderland. Chishiya and you looked at each other and nodded.

‘I want… to turn it down… I think,’ he said.

‘Me, too.’ A shiver ran down your spine. ‘Do you think we will go back to the real world?’ you asked Chishiya.

‘Maybe.’

‘If we go back…’

‘I’ll find you.’

He took your hand, and then everything turned black.

#alice in borderland #aib fic #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x fem!reader #swq writes

[darling-i-read-it]

The Pairing

Pelle x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: not edited because who can be bothered, midsommar type things (cult, murder, people mysteriously going missing, a weird pairing ritual that includes murder, mentions of dani's trauma, mention of incest), I tweaked the plot a bit to fit the request

Author’s Note: Helly dear I hope you enjoy this! I left it open ended because I figured it was safe to leave the reader up to what they would do. Personallllyyyy I think after trauma bonding I could be swayed into a weird marriage lol. Enjoy(?)

Requested: by anon, Hi! Since you still write for Midsommar (which makes me very happy 🥳) and I saw your requests are open... I got one. The reader is friends with the group, she's Dani's best friend, and of course Pelle has a thing for her, he always tries to make any sort of excuses to touch her. She's invited to Sweden along the rest, and she's tricked into a sort of ritual where it's "decided" that Pelle and her are to be married. When she finds out she's mad and she wants to leave. Then you decide how to end it. Like she stays? She escapes? Is she kidnapped? You choose.❤️❤️❤️ I basically just found your blog, and I read almost all your work, and I love it! You're a great writer 👏

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“Do you remember Pelle?” Dani asked. You looked up from your phone. She was sitting on her bed, against the wall, arms wrapped around herself as she thought. Her phone had been recently discarded on the bed. You were sitting at her desk chair. You thought about Pelle, the gentle guy with the gentle smile. 

“Yeah sure. He’s nice. Why?” You meant he was nice in that he was nicer than the rest of Christian’s friends. They were okay but they were guys and tended to act that way no matter who was around. 

“He’s invited me to Sweden with him and the others.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“They’re going to Sweden?” 

“Pelle lives there,” she explained. “He’s going home and everyone else is going to visit where he lives. It’s supposed to be some kind of commune or something.” You sat up, putting your phone down. 

“Are you going?” She shrugged. 

“I don’t know if he wants me there. Christian, I mean. I don’t know if he just invited me to be polite.” 

“You said Pelle invited you.” 

“Well he seemed happy I was going but I don't really know him. I mean, he talks to you more than he talks to me.” You shrugged. You and Pelle had been friendly through the semester, simply because you go whenever Dani wants you to and Christian drags his friends around like dead weights. You narrowed your eyes at her, unsure what she was getting at. 

“Do you want to go?” 

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I should get out of the house right?” You nodded. 

“I think it’s a good opportunity. I mean, Sweden! That’s so cool.” 

“Pelle extended the invitation to you as well,” Dani explained. You raised an eyebrow. You didn’t know the others that well and you knew Christian about as well as anyone knows their best friend's boyfriend. “You don’t have to come but I think I would be more comfortable if you were there too. I’m not sure how I’m going to react and I don’t know Christian’s friends that well and I don’t know the place and-”

“Relax Dani. When is it? I’ll check my schedule.” She grabbed her phone and started to scroll through, looking through the dates. 

“We’d get there on my birthday.” You smiled a bit. 

“That’s perfect. I didn’t think you should spend your birthday here anyway.” You shrugged. “I’ll go. I mean, I should probably look at how much it’ll cost and stuff but it could be fun. Right?” You didn’t deny how nice it would be to spend more time with Pelle, this time on his home turf. 

“Really?” You nodded, shrugging. She smiled easily, shoulders dropping the tenseness. 

“Yeah Dani. It’s for your birthday, how about that?” 

-

Pelle grabbed your hiking backpack as you approached the car. The drive was supposed to be over four hours and you were all stuck in the same van, along with all your luggage. You weren’t exactly excited for the overwhelming boy aura that would come along with it. 

“Thank you,” you said, gently. He nodded once, a kind smile on his face. 

“Of course. I’m so glad you could come,” he expressed. 

“Me too! It’s so exciting to see your home.” He shut the back of the car. Everyone else had gotten into their spots in the car. You called shotgun the second you got off the plane and you were grateful for it. Dani was squished in the back beside Christian, her window already down for some air. The sticky hot air was indicative of a nice morning turning into a nice day. You hoped this car had air conditioning. “Is there anything I should know? I’m sorry I don’t know a lot of Swedish, other than what you taught me.” 

Pelle had been giving you words here and there, trying to get you to pronounce things correctly. It was kind of a lost cause but it was fun regardless. 

“It’s probably going to be foreign at first. There are some things Americans aren’t exactly used to.”

“Like what?” “It’s easier for you to just see. But I assure you, you’re always safe.” He walked to the front of the car. You stood there a moment longer, unsure why you would need to worry about your safety. You pushed it out of your head, walking to the passenger seat. “Everyone buckled in?” Pelle asked, turning the car on. 

There was a chorus of yeah’s, followed by a couple seat belts buckling in. You adjusted to be comfortable in your seat and prepared for the drive. 

“Keep your hands, arms and feet inside at all times,” you joked. “The show is about to begin.” 

-

The hike to Pelle’s home was nice, if not a bit hot. Eventually you found yourself settled into beds, backpacks finally down, feet resting. You were itching for a shower but didn’t want to ask about it. You had been showered with kindness, large slightly unnerving smiles and flower crowns. Pelle sat beside you in the grass as everyone started to explore. They found themselves in their own bubbles, the dancers and the educators. Even Dani was able to find some sort of place alongside those who were making dinner. You kept a keen eye on her, just in case. 

The sun not going down tripped up your inner clock. It had to be closer to midnight than it was to midday. 

“This place is beautiful,” you admitted and you meant it. The sense of disconnect from the rest of the world was somewhat jarring. You could tell how someone could enjoy a life out here. “I can’t imagine why you’d ever leave.” Pelle smiled gently. He was leaning back on the palms of his hands. You picked at the overgrown grass under your fingertips. 

“It’s slightly limited,” he assured you. “I wanted to see what the rest of the world had to offer.” You shrugged. 

“Then decided to come back?”

“This is my home,” he said wistfully. 

“Home is where the heart is.” He nodded once. You looked back towards him, squinting in the sun. He seemed used to it, like it had no effect on him. “That was cheesy.”

“But true!” he promised. “Things are cheesy for a reason.” You laughed a bit. 

“I think that's a classic,” you argued. He shook his head. “When does the sun set?” 

“I thought I told you earlier that it doesn’t.” He leaned forward and gestured to the blue sky. “The midnight sun can go for days. Sometimes just a day, depending on the time of year.” You nodded, opening your mouth to ask another question when Ingemar approached the two of you. 

“Good evening,” he said happily. 

“It’s evening?” you scoffed. “See, this whole thing is messing with my inner clock. You got a wristwatch?” Both men shook their heads. You weren’t sure why you even asked. They probably still used the stick in ground timing method out here. Or maybe they didn’t even care and simply went about their days as thought time didn’t matter at all. You weren’t sure you could ever adjust to that.

“May I sit?” You and Pelle nodded. He sat down beside Pelle, getting comfortable on the hillside. “Are you both ready for the pairing tomorrow?” Pelle gave Ingemar a look. 

“What pairing?”

“It’s silly, really. It’s part of the festival.”

“You haven’t told her?” Ingemar questioned. He laughed, making you feel left out. You weren’t sure why Pelle wanted all of this to be some sort of mystery to you. You wondered if it would lose its charm if you knew what was going to happen. But the pairing sounded somewhat sexual and you wanted to know if you were entering a sex cult or something. 

“After the Attestupa tomorrow the elders make five pairings of people. It’s like…superstition. Whichever pairing seems to be best put together by the end of the festival gets to be married.” You scoffed. 

“Married? Like a legit wedding?”

“As legit as we get around here. There is no paperwork or church to defy,” Ingemar explained. 

“What’s the Attestupa?” you asked. You didn’t want to be insensitive to everything going on but you poked around for the sake of your sanity. 

“Another thing easier seen than said,” Pelle explained. 

“You are being awfully mysterious Pelle. Should I be worried?” He shook his head. 

“No, not at all.”

 -

After the Attestupa you were about to leave. Dani’s panic attack, which was justified after the events you had all witnessed, caused you to jump into protective mode. It was too early in her grieving process to be seeing death at all, let alone death right in front of her. It didn’t matter what kind of processes the people here went through, she needed to leave. 

It was Pelle who convinced you both to stay. He apologized, assuring you both that nothing like that would happen again soon. It was part of the world he grew up in and didn’t think he needed to protect you from something he saw as normal. 

You waited for Dani’s go ahead. When she said she would stay, so did you. 

Then came the pairing. 

The elders gathered everyone around the table again. They had a scroll out in front of them and you stood next to Dani, teetering back and forth on the balls of your feet. Pelle assured you there would be no deaths here. This was about the rebirth of those who had just died, the children that would be had from the couples paired together. You looked around, wondering which people had been waiting for this their entire lives. 

Then your name was called. 

Pelle and you. 

Ingemar and Connie. 

Then other names you didn’t know, people that had lived here their whole lives. Your eyes were still bursting out of your head from the time they brought you and Pelle up, gave you intertwining floral headgear and showed you to one of the private cabins. 

Simon was still yelling from outside about Connie, wanting to drag her away, unsure of the reason she had been chosen. Dani watched you go but couldn’t grab you. She wanted to give you a thumbs up but didn’t have the heart to, unsure if you were going to die the second you were away from her eyeline. 

When you were inside the cabin you took off the flower crown. You placed it on the bed halphazerdly., turning to Pelle. 

“Okay, what the fuck is this?” you questioned. “Ingemar has a crush on Connie and now they’re paired together? What is this Pelle? Please.” He approached you and you didn’t back away. You still felt safe with him, even after all the things that had happened. You truly believed he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“It’s not like that, I promise.” He put his hands on your arms, trying to center you. “They pair up some of the visitors every Midsommar,” he assured you. “I had no idea it would be you and I or Connie and Ingemar. They have to pair up some outsiders to avoid any incentuous children, they aren’t doing it from any kind of ill mind.” 

It felt weird. In this room, alone, when you had just been in a group housing situation. You already wanted to see Dani. 

“This is weird Pelle.” 

“I understand it isn’t normal. But they aren’t forcing anything on us, on you. We’ll sleep here but it would be normal, as though we were sleeping a couple feet away in the group house.” 

“So we don’t have to do anything right?”

“There will be a few pair games but those are normal. Like…compatibility games. They aren’t dangerous, I assure you. Do you trust me?” You swallowed hard, meeting his eyes. You nodded slowly. 

“I think so. Yes,” you promised. He nodded. 

“You’re allowed to leave and see Dani and our friends. Don’t worry.”

“What about Simon and Connie?”

“I’m sure Connie and Simon will see each other again soon. There’s no need to worry about them.” You nodded. 

“At least they paired me with you. They could’ve paired me with Christian and I could've drowned him in the toilet or something.” Pelle gave you a small laugh. He put his hand on your arm, softly. 

“Let’s have dinner alright?” You nodded, following him out of your cabin.

-

“So it’s like a game?” Dani questioned. “Why couldn’t they put Christian and I together. Maybe then he’d finally think about marriage.”

“You don’t wanna marry that guy,” you said, shaking your head. You were sitting by the gardens together. Pelle was harvesting some food and you watched, for moral support. “Pelle says it’s like a game. Whoever is most compatible at the end gets married.” 

“Legally?”

“As legal as this all is,” you said. 

“Did you see that Simon left this morning? Without Connie. Hitched a ride,” Dani explained. You shook your head. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. Someone took him in the car into town.” You didn't know the guy well but were surprised. They seemed really close. Engaged, if you remembered. 

“Pelle?!” you called. He turned around, putting the shovel into the dirt. 

“Yes?” 

“Did you hear Simon left?” He shook his head and walked over. He was sweating from the sun. His white baggy shirt clung to his chest. You were grateful again that you were paired with him out of anyone, the slight crush growing with the coincidence. 

“I didn’t. Who told you this?”

“Ingemar,” Dani explained. “When Connie went looking. Do you think Christian would do something like that?” You wanted to scoff and answer honestly. Instead you met Pelle’s gaze and shook your head, lying. 

“I’m sure he wouldn’t.” Pelle extended a hand. 

“Would you like to help me?” 

“Looks like hard labor.” 

“I promise I’ll make it easier. Come.” You reached out and let him help you stand. You glanced back at Dani, who smiled, squinting under the sun.

“You guys are cute. Sure to win best pair.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You get to be the maid of honor.”

“The may queen traditionally get’s that spot,” Pelle explained. You raised your eyebrows to her. 

“Better get your dancing feet ready.”

-

“Have you seen Josh?” Dani questioned. She stood in front of your cabin door, concern lacing her voice. You rubbed your eyes. Pelle had let you sleep in a bit, allowing you to skip breakfast and bringing some back. You shook your head. 

“No. Not since yesterday. Why?” Her jaw set. 

“I can’t find him.” 

“Isn’t the May Queen thing today? I doubt he’d miss that,” you offered. “Plus, I have a compatibility thing today too.” Dani nodded tightly. You were right. Josh would show up eventually. 

“Can you ask Pelle if he’s seen him?”

“Yeah of course. You okay?” She nodded but she had that melancholy look on her face that was hard to read. You weren’t sure if she was just putting up a front or if she was at all settled. You wanted to ask her more questions but she turned slowly and walked towards the main part of the commune. You squinted in the sun. Pelle passed her while he was walking back from wherever he had gone. 

“Are you ready?” he questioned. You nodded a bit. 

“Thanks for letting me sleep in.” 

“Of course. I want you rested.”

“So what do we have to do? Is it like a sack race or something? Who knows each other better? Quick, what’s your favorite color?” He chuckled. He looked down, intertwining your fingers. You let him, though you were suspicious. 

“A tad more serious than that.”

“Pelle…”

“You’ll be fine. I promise.” He was determined to win this one. He had never been chosen for a pairing before but he had seen it happen. The pairs were sent out on the cliff and had to be the last two standing after a scuffle of pushing and shoving. 

Ingemar and Connie were removed, after Connie mysteriously disappeared after causing too much commotion. There were only two more couples. 

Neither were as strong or connected as you and Pelle. 

He just wondered how he would get you up the mountain. Once you were there he had no doubt he could convince you to push for your own self preservation, along with his. 

As Dani took a drink of the special tea before the May Queen dance, you drank some offered by Pelle as you started up the mountain.

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[nom-nommmm1]

sorry! I have a suggestion: dead and y/n meet through friends and start liking each other without the other knowing and he offers to watch a horror movie with her one night (because she doesn't want to watch alone) and he's super shy and keeps a distance between them but she asks him to be there so she doesn't get scared. at one particularly scary scene she hides her face in his neck and he freaks out, and they kind of look at each other and finally kiss. then they have sex and he's very shy about it but she helps me feel better and it's amazing for both of them

THE MOVIE - PELLE/DEAD

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A/n: Hey anon! Thank you for the idea I hope you enjoy! :) For context y/n is not a virgin but Pelle is

Content warning !!: shy!pelle x fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, dick riding, hickeys

As the wind flew past the window of the school building she shivered a bit. The science teacher always left the window open no matter the weather. Somehow a kid always managed to spill a chemical in his class that would be too toxic just to breathe in so he ended up just keeping his windows open all the time. “Alright kids, off to lunch” he says. All the kids walk their way to the cafeteria tiredly. It was a Friday and Halloween eve. No one wanted to do work, just make it through the day so they could go home.

I grab my lunch tray and make my way to my usual table to see Pelle Ohlin. We had only exchanged a few words, he was a friend of a friend, but for some reason I thought he secretly didn’t like me. Always staying a good distance away from me, giving me weird looks. You know what I mean. I sit down to see Pelle now talking to Euronymous, my friend and his band member. It goes quiet. Euronymous briefly pats Pelle on the shoulder and whispers something in his ear. What were they up to?

I see Pelle glancing at me in my preifereal view and try to ignore it. “H- hey y/n” Pelle says a pinkish tone now coming to his face. “Hi Pelle, what’s up?” I ask turning my body to face him. “O-oh uhm I was wondering what you were doing and all, since it’s like the day before Halloween” he blush deepens and he puts his hands on his face to try and hide it better. “Nothing much, I was going to watch a horror movie with my friends but they dipped and I’m not trying to watch that alone” I chuckle a bit embarrassed. ”Oh I mean I could watch it with you? I have nothing to do either..” he drags on awkwardly.

“You’d do that?” I look back at the ground, then at him. “Uhm- yeah if you want me to” he says his voice muffled by the sleeves of his shirt, he’s now resting on his arms. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you there?” I say getting up to throw my tray away, walking out of the lunch room. “Totally..” he mutters as I’m already gone, his blush now bright red. Euronymous chuckles, hearing the whole conversation, hitting Pelles shoulder playfully.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

A knock on my door startles me. I quickly open the door to see Pelle in a little more of a classy outfit then the one he wore to school. “Dude we’re watching a movie, why’re you dressed up?” I laugh pointing at his dress shirt and pants. “Oh uhm…I don’t know, I just thought I should dress up” I chuckle again. “You do you I guess” Pelle looks down at the ground, embarrassed. “Hey I didn’t mean it, I’m messing. Cmon in” I smile welcoming him in. He smiles back and looks around the living room. “Nice place you got” he says in a bit of awe. “Thanks, my parents are stuck at work for the holidays so I get the house as I please” he nods his head in acknowledgment, roaming a bit around the room.

“Hey, you wanna get the movie set up and I’ll get the snacks?” I ask glaring at him. He nods in response, choosing a movie as I am in the kitchen picking out snacks. “You don’t have any allergies do you?!” I shout from the kitchen, trying to shout over the popcorn popping. “Nope! Not any that I know of!” He yells back, chuckling after. The microwave goes off, I take the popcorn out and put it into a nice bowl. I come back with a few snacks and popcorn, grabbing two waters as well. “Can you get the blankets?” Pelle nods again, running over to my fabric closet and pulling out two soft blankets.

He hands me the softer one and takes the other. He sits down, us at a respectably distance from each other, the middle of the couch empty with space. I click start in the movie and get comfortable to watch. As the movie goes on there’s a few jumps here and there. But the tension in my body builds as the scene goes on. The now quiet moment after the woman has lost the killer.

The killer jumps out, the woman screams. I jump, practically jumping on Pelle. Hiding my face in his neck. Pelle pulls me away, looking at me dumbfounded. I blush embarrassedly as he looks at me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ I say but I’m cut off by Pelles lips. My eyes widen in shock. I quickly get comfortable in the kiss, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck.

After a few minutes I pull away for air. We look at each other panting, beads of sweat start to form on Pelles forehead. “Do you wanna…go all the way?” He asks cautiously. His eyes dilate just from thinking about him being intimate with me. I smile nervously. “If you want to” and that’s all I have to say before he tackles me in a kiss again.

His face flushing pink, he’s belly flips just looking at you..but him doing this to you..how’s he supposed to handle all of this? I smile coming in closer to him, pinning him to the couch. I pull away for a second “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I say to him but he just shakes his head. “No no I wanna make you feel good” he says grabbing my hips, pulling me in closer.

I jump as a scream from the TV goes. Pelle chuckles, rubbing the skin of my exposed hips. “Hey nothing can hurt you babydoll, it’s just you and me here. I will never let anyone or anything hurt you” he whispers pulling me onto his lap. I smile, blushing a bit.

Pelle smiles back and takes me into a kiss. The once innocent kiss starts to get dirty, and eventually turns into us making out. He holds onto me tighter pressing me against him. His tent in his pants pressing up against my stomach. His face goes red. I laugh into his mouth, making him chuckle back loosening his grip, becoming less nervous.

Pelle pulls away, looking up at me straight into my eyes. “Can I..uhm take these off?” he asks referring to clothes. “Why of course” I smirk slowly lifting up my shirt. As my shirt goes up halfway Pelle does the rest takes my shirt off and throws it on the coffee table. He quickly unclips my bra and stops for a moment, taking in my figure. He then latches onto one of my breasts, groping the other one with his hand while the other is still on my hip.

I gasp as his tongue laps around my nipple. I can feel the bruises start to form on me from his hard grip, but I don't care enough to tell him to stop. Pelle sucks on the sensitive bits of my chest, going up and down the surface making me moan out. He creates small markings, not super huge but big enough to be prominent on my skin. Pelle takes his time with me, coating my chest in his saliva.

He pulls away from my chest, a string of spit following his path. He smiles, his lips glistening from his own salvation. “You're so beautiful,” he says before pulling my pants down painfully slow. “Last chance to back out my love,” he says, his brown eyes reaching my soul. “I'm ready,” I say putting my hands on his soft face, my hands gliding over his defined jawline.

Pelle lowers my underwear. His breathing speeds up, so close to the thing he's wanted for years. To think that his dream of being with you was about to materialize is driving him insane. My underwear is now completely off. Pelle groans impatiently taking off his boxers. His member twitches. Pelle places his hands on my hips once again, hovering me over his lap angling me perfectly before pushing in.

Pelle throws his back on the couch as we groan in sync. This wasn't my first time but I've never had anything quite like Pelles, thick and with a good length. What was I thinking before him? He stays like this for a bit, getting used to the feeling. “You feel better than I thought you'd be” he grunts starting to slowly go in and out, making a rhythm that feels good for the both of us. He speeds up, using my waist for support, his hands digging into me.

I moan, the stinging pain of his nails soon turning into pleasure. He mumbles and rambles as he goes in and out of me at a steady pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this” he says, blush starting to creep up to his cheeks and ears. I try to respond but I only grunt, being too focused in this moment to talk. People rolls his hips into my pussy making me moan into the nook of his neck.

Pelle is starting to slow down from exhaustion, as it was his first time ever doing something like this, but he wanted to pleasure you. After a bit Pelles legs start to shake tiredly. I put my hands on his chest, pinning him to the couch stopping him from rolling his hips. “Let me help, ok? Just relax sweetheart” Pelle nods relaxing into the couch a bit as I start to move around him. Pelle puts his head in my neck, holding onto my waist again. I start to pick up the pace, grinding on him, our hips crashing into each other as I feel a burning sensation in my abdomen.

Pelle whimpers, starting to pick me up and slowly drop me on his cock. I moan fully taking him in as I slowly fall to his base. Pelle then starts to pick me up and put me down on his cock harder and faster. I soon get used to the rhythm, rocking on his cock at the same pace. “Fuck! Y/n” Pelle says in my neck, giving it a few bites before relentlessly fucking me up and down on his cock. Echos of the movie comes from the TV but I am now too occupied to care.

Pelle and I moan in sync once more, not being able to control the sounds between us any longer. The sound of skin slapping becomes louder and louder by the second as Pelle speeds up. Precum and my slick become the perfect lubricant, letting Pelle slide in and out of me effortlessly. I rock harder on Pelles cock, our hips crashing into one another as we both reach the edge together. Pelles hot cum goes deep inside me, sending shivers down my spine.

As we come down from our own climaxes Pelle slips in and out of me a few more times before completely stopping to catch his breath. “Could we stay like this for the rest of the night?” He asks referring to being inside me. I chuckle. “If you want to I guess” Pelle smiles, kissing my shoulder. “I’m so glad I decided to watch this movie with you” he says admiringly. “Me too” I smile pulling him in for a kiss.

The ending was a little rushed but I hope u dudes liked it !! Thank you again for all the requests, I appreciate them <3

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

hey, I'm a new reader and I love that you write dark stuff! you asked for unhinged requests.. i hope it's not too unhinged <3 a chillout evening with euronymous hearing music and smoking pot at reader's flat. the house party slowly comes to an end and he's the only guest left. He talks about hating posers and that he admires pelle for cutting himself on stage. he wants to try it too - now. both are super drunk and stoned, he gives reader the knife. after a bit hesitation he gets what he wants and it really turns him on. It leads to nasty sloppy bloody sex with a very submissive and masochistic Euro. Could also fit to Kappa!

My dearest nonnie, thank you for this request! 🫶🏻

Creep

Summary: After a night of party and unprompted celebration, some matters with your boyfriend take a drastic turn in a very different direction…

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Unprotected P In V, Implied Substance Use (Pot And Alcohol), Kink Acceptance, Consensual Cutting, Blood Kink, Submissive!Euro, Dom!Reader, Reader and Øystein Are Painfully Lost For A Hot Minute, Pet Names/Honorifics, Implied Aftercare, Varg Vikernes Slander 💅🏻

A/N: I believe that by now we all know that I'm writing about Rory portraying Euronymous and not the edgelord with a patchy mustache 💀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

- Creep By Radiohead

Accompanied by a long, dragged out yawn, you let your back fall against the cozy mattress of your messy bed. You stretched your tired body and felt like sinking into the fabric of your soft duvet, uncounted amounts of Tequila shots and a bloodstream saturated with THC doubled down on you after hosting a rather impromptu party with Euronymous and his friends from the Black Circle at your place.

"Øystein!", You called out to your boyfriend who waddled towards the bed while simultaneously stripping out of his clothes up to his shorts, "C'm here…I wanna cuddle you!"

Your voice slurred a bit but you didn't care. As long as your head wouldn't start spinning just now, you'd manage.

"On my way!" Euronymous stated, stumbling towards the bed and flopping himself right next to you face first before he turned on his back with an exhausted groan.

"Next time you better warn me before you just bring your greasy boy horde here, Øystein!" You teased whilst closely snuggling up to him, cradling his lean statue in your arms.

"I did!", He mumbled with a wide, zooted-out grin on his face, "I texted you 20 minutes before!"

"You know what I mean." Your elbow playfully nudged his side before he scooted closer into your embrace, sighing contentedly.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry, won't happen again. But it was nice, no?" His temple leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt his warm breath, heavy with hints of weed and alcohol on your collarbone.

"Yeah, unexpectedly nice but I've been wondering why Varg's never around to party." Your furrowed your brows just a little at the thought.

"You mean Christian?", Øystein snarled in an unmistakably derogatory tone, "Fucking poser if you ask me. He's too busy being a boring prick with his no alcohol, no party and no meat policy."

"Kinda no pussy policy, too, huh?" With your comment you elicited a loud and hearty laugh from your boyfriend's mouth.

"Oh, absolutely! Dude ripped off his cringe Scorpions patch and thinks he's the big deal now…stupid poser…" Euronymous mumbled into the skin of your neck before he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes searching yours.

"Mmm…babe? Can I ask you something?" His lips pursed a little, sparking your curiosity.

"Sure, what's up?" You met his drowsy gaze with a warm smile.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound like a complete nut job, but..", He huffed reluctantly, biting down on the insides of his cheek, "But I think it's pretty cool what Pelle did at our last gig, you know, the…well, y'know?"

"The….cutting? You mean that?" Your brows arched a bit further in a low wave of concern.

Of course you've supported your boyfriend at their last gig, just like every gig before that but what happened on stage that time had been something a little very outlandish, even to you.

"Yeah, uhm…", Øystein stuttered somewhat insecure, nearly tripping over his own words, "I…okay, so…I think that was really…like really damn true."

"Okay…" You reciprocated slowly, the creeping feeling that this was not being all to it dawning on you, "....and?"

"And…ugh…" Euronymous shimmied himself out of your hug a little to properly look at you, "Hear me out, okay? I-...I know it sounds fucking deranged but…maybe…I'd like to know how that feels?"

His voice rendered lower with every word until the last bit of the sentence was nearly inaudible.

"Oh…", It fell from your lips a little clueless, "I mean…I couldn't stop you from doing it, but.."

"That's not…", Øystein interrupted you, his pale cheeks flushing with a tint of red, "It's not…I…fuck….I'd like you to do it. Thought about it since the last show. There, it's out now."

He made a move to turn his head away from you in shame but before he could, you cupped his jaw with the palm of your hand and guided him back to look at you. So many alcohol and weed spiked thoughts ran through your thoroughly intoxicated mind that you hardly knew what to say about it and of all things possible it was an upright "Are you sure about that?" that rolled over your tongue.

"Yeah." He muttered, eyes widening in uncertain anticipation.

"Okay, uhm…so…don't you think that…that we should maybe do this sober, babe?" You suggested, watching how his cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

"No, yes, ugh…I…can we maybe just try it? Now?" You took notice of the almost needy desperation in his voice and you'd be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something to you.

"Now?" You inquired a bit taken aback.

"Yeah.", Øystein nodded, scooting further away from you until he raised his torso off the bed, reaching for his pants, "Here…with that."

His slightly trembling fingers fumbled around the waistband of his trousers, fishing for a hunting knife that he started to carry with himself in a sheath on his belt a while ago. As soon as he had pulled the sharp metal blade from its casing, he held it up to you and your eyes widened at the dedication in his proposal.

"The sharper the better… Pelle told me.", Euronymous stated with a tremble in his tone, "Takes less effort….y'know."

"Uh, wow, uhm…you really want that, huh?" , You took the handle from his grip and studied the shape of the blade cautiously, "With all due respect, babe, this looks really sharp…"

"Fair enough…" With your eyes trained to the blade you sat yourself back upright against the headboard of your bed.

"Okay…so…so how do we start this now, huh?" You mumbled more to yourself than to your gradually more excited boyfriend.

"Like…where would you want me to cut you?" It rambled out of you.

With an equally puzzled face, Euronymous took a seat in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the knife in your hand.

"Not my arms, that's for sure…thighs, maybe?" He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But, like, the top, yeah? I'm not gonna cut you on the insides." A slight shudder went through you just at the thought of possibly cutting too deep on the inside of his thighs.

"Yeah, yeah…of course, that's good." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Okay, so, am I just gonna…", You inhaled sharply to steady yourself, "Am I just gonna do this now or what?"

"I'm ready, I trust you, babe." Øystein wiggled a little in his sitting position, "Do you want me to help you get started?"

"Yeah, I think that wouldn't be too bad…" At that he reached for your hand that was holding the knife, cupping it and slowly bringing it towards his thigh, pointing the sharp tip right against the delicate, pale skin of his leg.

"Are you really sure about this?" You asked once more, just to be sure.

"Yes. I want that, been thinking about it for so long now…" Euronymous answered in heavy breaths, feeling the tip of the blade on his skin.

"Okay…so…" You slowly lowered the end of the blade onto his skin, applying a very careful amount of pressure.

The device was indeed so sharp that it broke through the first layers of his skin like a bread knife through room-temperature butter.

"That's is…" Øystein encouraged you and with that you slid the blade over his thigh, a bright red stream of blood pooling at the incision right away.

"Fuck.." Your boyfriend exhaled while he threw his head back.

"Fuck, what? Is it bad? Do you want me to stop?!" You were ready to pull the blade back at any second.

"No, more…please…, Ma'am." Euronymous pushed between trembling lips and his intonation shot right through you, sending a jolt of arousal right to your cunt.

With the knife in your hand and your gaze transfixed on the first cut, deeply red droplets gathering all over it, you placed the blade a little lower, repeating the same motion, ripping his skin and drawing even more blood.

"Shit…fuck….feels so good, Ma'am." He huffed, sounding…grateful.

"Good god, such a good boy for me, huh?" You jumped right into his headspace, shamelessly indulging in it.

"Always!" Øystein groaned out as you left another shallow yet efficient cut on his thigh.

With a subconsciously forming grin around your lips, you noticed how your boyfriend's cock started twitching in his briefs.

"Aww, is that making you hard, Øystein?" You pushed only to be hit by: "Just one more, please, one more and I'll fuck you so good, Ma'am, I promise!"

With eyes wide and an already throbbing cunt, you cut over his thigh once more, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" He pressed a guttural groan through trembling lips before unceremoniously slapping the knife out of your hand and practically pouncing on you.

Before your intoxicated brain could truly fathom what was happening, Euronymous shoved his shorts down to his knees for his hard on to slap against his lower abdomen in a wet thud as he pushed his crotch between your legs.

"Shit, you really needed that, didn't you?" It cascaded out of your mouth as you felt him drilling into you.

"Yes, fuck…yes, Ma'am, thank you!" He whined against the shell of your ear as he started fucking into you at a reckless pace.

With every needy thrust of his hips against your lap, you felt the blood, still oozing out of the cuts, sticking against your thighs. Lewd, wet and squelching sounds from his cock pushing in and out of your cunt mixed in with the slapping of skin against skin and you could hardly hold on to yourself because Øystein never ever went that feral on you just like that.

"Such a good, needy boy for me, filling me up so fucking good!" You praised as your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing with physical sensations.

Every roll of his hips against you had you tethering on the edge of orgasming already. In your thoroughly intoxicated state, you could hardly tell whether or not your pussy was contracting all around him by then or not. Every sensation was fading into the next one, making you feel like cumming on his cock for as long as Øystein kept fucking into you.

"Oh, God, fuck….shit…" It spilled out of his mouth as he hammered himself into you one last time.

"Ma'am, fuck…." Euronymous groaned into your ear right before you recognised his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, pumping his load deep into your pussy.

"You good?" It left your mouth in heavy breaths.

"Uh-huh…" He muttered before collapsing right onto you, his face hidden deep into your neck.

"Shit…that was something…", You tried to catch your breath while wrapping your arms around his sweat coated back, "You did so good for me, love."

"Really?" Øystein hummed into your skin.

"Of course you did. We gonna take good care of those cuts tomorrow, yeah?"

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

hey there, I hope you're well! I was wondering if I could make a request for pelle with a gentle femdom reader?

Ultraviolence

Pelle x reader

Fem! Reader

Warnings: gentle fem dom, sub pelle, slight breeding kink, outdoors sex. Slight themes of Pelle obsessing over reader, cult shit, slight cock warming

I'm so sorry for the late response. I hope you enjoy

You were a goddess in Pelle's eyes. From every curve on your body down to how you cared for him and other Hargas, you were simply perfect. The both of you started off as classmates in college, taking the same classes.

He knew you were special compared to others that he lured. You had a natural empathetic connection with people, helping your fellow peers with whatever you could. Pelle also noticed a presence of dominance that was apart of you.

Meeting you seemed like a lifetime ago as you were now his significant other. It was heavenly every time Pelle was with you. The both of you knew that your souls were each others as younger members of the Hargas often hoped for a relationship like yours.

The scent of Norwegian angelica dusted the air with its earthy citrus scent, making the spring air relaxing as the both of you were over a blanket on the grass. The intoxicating combination of love and lust filled your bodies as the both of you eagerly strip each other of your clothes in between passionate kisses.

It was just last week when the both of you went to the Harga elders in regards to having permission for the both of you to have children together. It was last night when they approved of bringing new life into their family.

The white dress with colorful embroidery that you wore was long gone as you were straddled over your lover's nude form. Between the warmth of the sun and the pools of arousal filling both you and Pelle helped with the soft winds.

His hands were around your waist as his loving eyes looked into yours as your hands were massaging his brunette curls. You were still as his cock was buried deep inside of you. Pelle moans at the feeling of your velvet walls around his erected cock as you admired the blessed look on your lover's face.

"Please move, I need you, my goddess"

Pelle groans out lustfully as you moved one of your delicate hands to the side of his face, making him look up at you with such need for you to just ride him.

"Beg for me to. Beg me to let you fill me up with your seed."

Your voice was stern but caring as you feel Pelle let out a lustful groan, his eyes sparkled with tears as he hears your voice in his ears. His body felt as if it was aching for your soft skin as he moves his hands to the curve of your ass, kneading it.

"Please ride me, my heart. I can't handle the teasing... my godddss"

The sounds of his begging was divine to you as you rolled your hips up and down his shaft, eliciting moans of pleasure from the both of you. Your eyes bore into his before pulling him into a kiss. Strands of your hair gently tickles the sides of Pelle's face as his hands kept kneading Your ass with the occasional spanks.

Soft whispers of loving words were occasionally heard between the both of you as you moved faster, hitting a particular spot of yours that shot waves of pleasure from your body, your hands moved towards his, holding them in yours.

"Feels so good, my goddess" Pelle groaned out desperately as he rolled his hips up into yours. "I'm so close, please let me cum my beautiful goddess"

His accent became thicker as he started to beg for your to let him fill you with his seed. Your walls began to tighten around his cock from your own impending climax as your lust blown eyes looked into his.

"Let's cum together my precious lover. Can you do that for me?"

Your voice was gentle as Pelle nods rapidly. Your movement became more desperate as Pelle lightly sucked on your perked nipples, making your pace became faster.

It was like an explosion when the two of you came together. The sudden loud moans poured from the both of you as Pelle pulled away from your breasts, looking up at you with such adoration and love that it caused the both of you to have tears in your eyes.

"That was amazing, my goddess. I love you so much"

Pelle spoke in between pants as you cuddled over him, his member still deep inside of you. You faintly responded with a 'love you too' before basking in each other's after glow.

#pelle imagine #dees lemonade #female reader #slashers imagines #slasher imagine #pelle midsommar imagines #anon request #queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #all requests are open

[yujo-nishimura]

Whispers of the Desert Kingdom - Part 2

Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, mention of masturbation, English is not my native language, not proof-read, age gap

words: 766

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

You were always obedient to your father's requests, which is why Vivi had joined the pirates while you stayed in the country. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion regarding this sudden order. 

"Has the king given any specific reason for me not to meet the visitor?" you inquire, sensing Pell's avoidance of eye contact and his hesitation, indicating that he was lying. 

"Well, for now, there hasn't been any reason given," Pell responds, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. 

"Very well, then. Please bring me some breakfast, and I will commence my studies," you say, releasing Pell from his uncomfortable position near the door, understanding the guilt he must feel for having to lie to you. 

He swiftly leaves your room, and you can hear the door being locked from the outside. It seemed like an unreasonable measure in your eyes, but you sigh and slump your shoulders. All this commotion and excitement surrounding a visitor you're not supposed to meet? What could this possibly be about?

As you walk towards your desk, your eyes catch sight of the books for today's study. Opening the drawer, you retrieve your feather, ink, and pen. However, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a sudden commotion outside. Curiosity piqued, you swiftly step towards the window, gently lifting the curtain to get a better look.

Before you, a group of finely dressed individuals arrive, and amidst them stands Chaka, the dark-haired second warrior of the palace, who has always been a true friend to you, much like Pell. He bows respectfully, and as your gaze scans the gathering, you spot a tall figure approaching. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize him. Towering in stature, with a muscular build, slicked-back purple hair, and a cigar clenched between his teeth, he exudes an aura of power. His extravagant attire fits his status - it is Sir Crocodile, the second richest man in the kingdom and one of the most influential figures in the town of Alubarna. You not only know him by his formidable reputation as a warlord of the sea, protected by the government, but also by personal acquaintance. Five years ago, when you were still young, you had the opportunity to meet him at a banquet attended by the kingdom's esteemed personalities and mayors, accompanying your father.

At the age of 17, your father introduced you to Sir Crocodile. He was much older than you and his imposing presence, coupled with his cold eyes, intimidated you. Throughout the banquet, you barely interacted with anyone else, instead focusing on discreetly observing Crocodile, captivated by his appearance.

This initial encounter sparked a mild obsession within you. After returning home, you found yourself frequently thinking about him. Over the following months and years, you would spend your weekend evenings sneaking into the local casino that he owned, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. However, encountering him there was a rare occurrence. He seldom mingled with his customers or the commoners, and most of the time, you left disappointed, unable to even lay eyes on him.

In the span of those five years, you were fortunate enough to see him on only three occasions. However, you lacked the courage to approach him, and Crocodile himself never recognized you or made any effort to engage with you. Your infatuation gradually transformed into a deep longing, causing many sleepless nights as you lay awake in bed, imagining his beautiful muscular chest beneath his luxurious attire. You fantasized about his golden hook gently caressing your skin, and the mere thought sent shivers down your spine, often leading you to touch yourself in desire and solitude.

As the princess of the kingdom, you were acutely aware of the need to maintain proper decency, and your infatuation with this man conflicted with those expectations.

Observing him as he made his way towards the palace, Chaka warmly welcoming him, it suddenly dawned on you that he was the highly anticipated and esteemed visitor everyone had been eagerly awaiting. Your heart raced, and a flush of excitement spread across your skin. Why had your father extended an invitation to the only man who held such immense significance in your world?

As you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the window, a sense of dizziness overwhelmed you. Just as you were about to step back, you gasped in sheer awe. Crocodile had lifted his eyes, meeting your gaze through the glass. Your lips parted gently, and disbelief washed over you. He smiled—an enchanting sight—his dark eyes gleaming through the wisps of smoke from his cigars.

#one piece #sir crocodile x y/n #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile one piece #x reader #yujowriting #sir crocodile #alabasta