HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE JUST CREAMED

NOOOOOOOO but imagine Aurora x phantom t4t. MTF Aurora and FTM Phantom have been swimming in my head for weeks. SOMEONE HEAR MY OUT ON THIS PLEASEEEEEE🙁🙁🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Sighhhh fine, I’ll remake my era iv ghoul designs

(Top to bottom)

-Phantom

-Rain

-Dewdrop

-Mountain

-Swiss

(!!THIS IS A PICREW, NOT MY ART!!)

“This is your man..?

Yeah..

“Look at the screen”

Thats mine.. 🥰

This is real I fear

The real ship is Øystein and Coca Cola! They have such wonderful chemistry of course. ❤️

Ship name Cokestein

Ugh I love him

Do you like the new Bathory album and do you like Quorthon?

Dead: "What!!! If some fuckhead likes new Bathory, he needs to die! Quorthon is a glamfag and his band has totally wimped out. I guess this is nothing new to your readers. How the fuck can he like Kate Bush?!

Why do you think all new bands end up playing the usual Death metal style?

Dead: "Because there aren't many who have the guts to do something different and unusual!

Have you seen how the "Death metal" bands look like these days? Defecation, Benediction and Righteous pigs? They could be working in the supermarket or something. I don't want these normal-looking shitheads to listen to Mayhem!

-Pelle in Putrefaction zine no.4 🦇

@the.old.mayhem on instagram

This is how Aurora looks to me chat:3

Fire Rainbow..

㋡🥀

Guys tell me why I looked up Metallica on google and I saw Lars’ mini drumstick. His wife is NOT a happy woman😨😰

I want him so bad

could you do a Peter steele x fem reader? <3

A/n: every now and then I’m reminded of how much I love this man he’s so pretty like I can’t

Warnings: smut, size kink bc you legally can’t write Peter without it I refuse, fingering (f receiving), I wrote this over a few weeks and forget what I wrote so if I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd been hired to help out with Type O Negative's new record. They'd rented out a place with a recording area and some rooms, a kitchen and a few bathrooms. You were just there to cook, clean, help out with what they asked.

When you were looking for a job this description was strange but the money was good.

You didn't know who Type O Negative was or the members so you were terrified to find out that the lead singer and bassist was 6'8. He dwarfed everyone, made you feel miniature.

You tried your best to avoid him and barely made eye contact, mostly because you didn't want to hurt your neck. Also because Peter had a habit of standing too close to you, anytime you tried to look up you were in a shadow under his chest.

It terrified you.

What's more is you couldn't shake the thought of him sneaking into your room late at night, covering your mouth with his big hand so he could bruise your insides without a worry that others would hear you.

The band was currently recording a song, you had heard Peter's deep voice vibrating the walls earlier, since then it was mostly instruments.

Kenny had asked you to make some pizza, "we thought about ordering but we couldn't decide which place to get it from." He'd told you. You accepted the request and got to work on their food.

You were just pushing the meal into the oven when you heard a voice that made you jump. "You dance when you cook?" You had a hand on your chest as you turned to see Peter leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you with a smirk, eyeing your body.

"Huh?" You asked, acting dumb. You'd always been told to make food while you were in a good mood, some old thing about bad energies burning food. So, you'd put on the radio and dance.

Peter chuckled and shook his head. "Pizza's almost ready?" He asked. You nodded.

"Just give it a few minutes." You went to the fridge to get yourself something to drink.

You felt Peter come up behind you, towering over you and leaning down to your ear. "Why do you do that?" You didn't say anything, staring into the fridge with wide eyes as Peter's hot breath fanned over your cheek. His one hand went to your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze while his other arm leaned on the fridge above your head. "always avoiding me, you get quiet and cold." He said.

"Why?" He was like a growl in your ear. His tongue moved past his lips and traced the shell of your ear, drawing a shaky breath from you.

Peter let out a soft hum. "Oh, that's it, huh?" He trailed his tongue down from your earlobe to your collarbone. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" The hand that rested on your hip moved to your stomach and dipped under your waistband and into your panties.

You gasped, your back already arching in anticipation. Peter grinned and started kissing up your neck. He pulled you away from the fridge and closed the door. He held you close with his strong arm while his calloused fingers started toying with your clit.

His kisses became more aggressive, so did the movement of his fingers and his grip on you got tighter. You could feel his hard-on against your back, thick and lengthy.

Fuck, he was so hot. His grunts as he rubbed himself against you, his firm hold on your body and thoughts. You wanted him inside you. You needed him inside of you.

You could feel a knot building in your gut but before you came Peter pulled his hand out of your pants. "Naughty girl, thinking she could just cum like that?" You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. Peter chuckled at your obedience. "Good girl, now on your knees." He smacked your ass.

It took you a second for you mind to catch up with you and you got on your knees in front of him. Peter pulled his hard cock out of his jeans and tapped the tip against your cheek. He was so big, so big you were scared to think of how it would fit in your mouth, never mind you cunt...

"Just open your mouth and try not to gag." You had no idea how you were supposed to take him and not gag. You didn't get a chance to think too much about it before Peter pushed himself past your lips. You only managed to take half of him before your had to push him back.

His low chuckle sounded again. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” His hand cradled the back of your head, he used your mouth as his own fleshlight. You gagged around him even though he asked you not to, he didn’t same to mind as every time it drew a guttural moan from him.

He twitched down your throat, a wetness pooled between your thighs.

Before he came he pulled out, you coughed and wiped your mouth.

Peter pulled you up, aggressively ripping your clothes off and tossing them aside as he bit up and down your neck, your collarbone. Leaving dark marks with two prominent teeth marks, like a vampire.

You could barely keep your mouth shut with how much you were moaning, how good he made you feel. Small, fragile. His.

He hoisted you up and held you close and he pushed his tip into you. You gasped loudly and shook your head. “S’not gonna fit, too big” You whined, Peter just laughed and pushed deeper into you, only stopping when he was halfway.

He stretched you out so much, he hit every spot without even trying. “See?” He asked, sweetly kissing your cheek. “Not that bad, hm?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck. You were mesmerized by his perfect green eyes, sharply drawn face and those fangs.

You nearly came as he bottomed out. You could feel him pushing against your stomach, making a bulge which you just had to feel.

There was no grace period. Peter pushed you against the wall and slammed his hips into yours over and over again. The kitchen filled with your loud moans and skin slapping skin.

Peter had your legs over his shoulders, his teeth practically sunk into the space where your neck and shoulder connected, drawing lewder sounds from you as you begged and begged even when your brain couldn’t comprehend words anymore.

You clenched around him as the knot in your stomach quickly came undone. Pleasure shot through you, rocking your body and you clung to Peter, clawing at him all while he laughed with a tone that carried such pity.

Tears dripped down your cheeks when you realized he wasn't stopping. Your head fell to his shoulder and you watched as the bump on your stomach returned before leaving again and again.

Peter's deep grunts in your ear had your mind spinning as he continued to pull more sounds from you, promising that every time he got you over the edge it would be the last just for him to tell you another one when you were barely over that one.

This was exactly what you wanted. Your body hurt but your cunt kept sucking him in, tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged for more.

Finally, after the nth time you'd cum, you felt him twitching inside of you. Wanting to help him you tried kissing his neck, instead ending up just weakly licking him. It didn’t matter and soon you felt his hot cum hitting your gummy walls.

It was really only then you realized you hadn’t used protection. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, your body was too weak to do anything about it even if you wanted to.

You’d thought he’d just drop you and walk off. Instead he carried you up to his room, gently setting you down on his bed before he went to get a wet rag to clean you up.

He was so gentle. Even with his big hands, littered with callouses, he was so sweet with you. He was especially careful around sensitive areas, making sure to praise you all the while until he crawled into bed with you.

He held you close, holding you on top of him like he was your mattress. You cling to him as he continues to praise you. “I knew you’d be loud.” He muttered.

Tiredly you looked up at him. “Why’s that?” You asked, voice soft.

“We we’re looking for something to put in the background of a solo.” He explained. You wanted to ask questions, be mad, but his hand was playing with your hair, lightly scratching you scalp and you just couldn’t keep yourself awake.

Sure enough when you woke up later Peter wasn’t there. You thought about going back to sleep but you wanted to know more about this song you were supposedly in.

You took the blanket with you as you made your way through the house and to the recording room. Peter was on the couch and gestured for you to sit with him so you did, curling up in his lap and nuzzling into him as his arms wrapped around you.

“Hey, play the song.” He said. Your eyes were closed and you were about to fall asleep again. The song started nice and soft which didn’t help, Peters deep voice echoing in your head. Right up until you heard yourself calling out for him.

Your eyes shot open and your cheeks heated up. You looked up to Peter who was just smiling proudly at his work. “Don’t worry, you’ll get paid your fair share.” He promised, moving your head back to his chest and letting you sleep some more.

This is the realest thing I’ve ever read.

Does anyone ever think about Swiss just absolutely railing Dewdrop on the altar in the ministry chapel or is it just me?

(And Phantom is being a little voyeur hiding in the pews)