#peter steele x reader

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 1: Size kink

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Peter Steele was the bassist of metal band Type O Negative, he was also the lead singer and had a beautifully deep voice, it was no surprise that girls wanted him

Well, that and the fact he was huge.

Peter was bigger than… well, everyone. At 6’8 he was a beast of a man, and he was your man.

“Cmon, pretty,” he said, his pet name for your rolling off his tongue through a devilish grin, “you can do it this time, just go slow.” He says, leaning back on the bed, stripped of his clothes.

You stood at the end of the bed, eyeing his sculpted figure carefully. You’d never been able to take all of him, you’re record was half and that was because he was pissed and forgot to be careful with you.

Today was the day, you’d promised him this morning during breakfast as he scarfed down half the kitchen. However, now that you were standing staring at him, you weren’t so sure you could do it, even though you knew how good it would feel for the both of you, you knew how much easier it would be for Peter…

You crawled over the bed and straddled his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist so he could pull you closer, kissing your lips sweetly though he still tasted of spaghetti.

His hands moved down your body and to your ass, nimble fingers slipping under you and through your wet folds. You moaned into the kiss as he pushed a finger into you, curling it into your gummy walls.

He always made sure you were good and ready for him, it might feel like he was tearing you apart but he didn’t want to hurt you. Well, hurt you more than necessary.

He pushed another finger into you, scissoring your hole and getting you used to the stretch. He kept his lips on you, tongue slipping into your mouth, lips trailing over your jaw and down your neck all while your moans echoed off the walls at his tentative hands.

He added a third finger and watched your back arch, face contorting in pleasure as his fingers made work on your hole.

“Think you’re ready for me, darling?” He asked, voice soft in your ear.

You let out a soft whine, not ready to get off his fingers. “Go slow..?” You asked, looking him in the eyes.

Peter smiled and nodded. “Of course, anything for you, darling.” He kissed your lips a last time before pulling his fingers from you. You whined at the loss, clenching around nothing and feeling empty.

It didn’t last long, though, as Peter lined his thick tip with your entrance, pushing into you in a slow thrust. He stopped every few inches to make sure you got used to him.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asked. The stretch was familiar and pleasant, he was about halfway in now.

While he always made a point to be gentle with you all he wanted to do every time he had you like this was take what he wanted. He wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be walking for at least a month, without that he’d never truly been satisfied, though he’d never tell you that.

You shook your head, eyes shut tight as you felt him deep inside you already.

“Alright, whatever you say, darling.” He said with a smiling softly. He hand his hands on your hips, holding you up and slowly lowering you down on him.

Your hand slid from his shoulder to his chest and he took it as a sign to stop, but he didn’t want to. He was so close to finally getting what he wanted and you were about to take it away… again…

It’s not that he didn’t understand, and loved you so he’d make accommodations and go slow, take it easy on you, it was just harder for some reason.

He’d been expecting this all day, waiting for this since you started dating, and here you were, stopping him.

He shifted his grip on you slightly before pushing you the rest of the way down on him.

Your eyes shot open, practically bugging out of your head. Peters eyes were glue to the bump in your belly, hand coming up and covering it easily, pushing on it gently.

“Fuck, Peter!” You cried, eyes filling with tears at the sting.

“Give it a minute.” He said, but he didn’t give you a minute, he started rolling his hips up into you, fucking you sweet and slow, but so, so deep.

He lifted you and put you onto your back, taking both your hands in one of his and holding them above your head, pinning your wrists to the mattress as he fucked you, pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in, before plunging all the way back into you.

Peter watched the bulge in your stomach come and go with every thrust, mesmerized by it all while you were crying in the background.

It felt good. So good. Your thighs ached from being parted by his large frame, body squirming under him. You felt like he was tearing you in two in the best way possible.

His thrusts were fast and hard, desperate for something he’d been needing for what felt like forever.

“Feels so good, darling, so tight around me.” He mused, a low grumble in his deep voice. He brought his dark gaze to meet yours, seeing the tears running down your cheeks, hearing how you cried out for him to stop, to slow down. “Shut up and take it like a good little bitch.” He spat.

He’d never spoken to you like that, never spat in your face like you were worthless, only good to be a sex toy.

You couldn’t deny how good it felt, your body ached for more.

Late into the night, high after high. Your body was sore, cum seeping out of you. Peter had you on your knees, face shoved into the pillows to silence your screaming, although noise stopped coming out of you awhile ago, now only a dazed look on your face as drool dribbled past your bruised lips into the pillow.

Peter was far from done, he’d finally gotten to fuck you like he’d always wanted, he wasn’t gonna stop now, he couldn’t even if he tried

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Weeeeeee I’m thinking about Peter x virgin reader

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Like that would be so intense and crazy. Imagine how scared you’d be, and how much he’d comfort you and tell you he was okay with waiting as long as you needed to.

He’s totally fine just pleasuring you. He eats you out for what feels like hours and you cum over and over again. It’s like he gets off on it, you always hear him moaning as his lips wrap around your clit and your fingers pull his hair.

He even has to take fingering you slowly, one long thick finger at a time. You gasp and shudder as he does it and he murmurs softly against your lips.

“Shh…I know sweetie.”

You whimper as he starts to slide a second finger in. He lets out a low deep moan, barely even audible, you feel it more than you hear it.

“Mmm you feel so good.” He whispers as he curls his fingers inside of you, leaning down and kissing you. He hits a spot that feels incredible and when you moan he licks into your mouth.

-

The first time you ever touch his cock, you’re nervous. Your face heats up as he unbuckles his belt and lets out a slight groan as he pulls out his hard length.

You stare at it, wide eyed. You knew he was big but seeing it right in front of you was a whole other thing.

He laughs slightly, his big hand covering yours.

“You wanna touch it, sweetheart?” He asks softly, gently moving your hand towards his lap.

“Yeah.” You say shyly.

-

He feels like a creep for it, but he kind of likes how inexperienced you are, how much you need his guidance. He likes talking you through things, telling you what a good job you’re doing.

The first time he puts it in, he only gets about halfway, which is fine with him. You’re disappointed though. You feel guilty, you know guys want to cum. You’ve had so many complain about blue balls when you’d turn down sex with them.

Peter doesn’t mind though, he swears he doesn’t. Even when he’s painfully hard.

“It looks like it hurts.” You say softly.

Your fingers trail down his chest, towards his cock that’s lying against his stomach. It’s flushed a deeper shade and leaking.

“You could give it a kiss if you want.” He says with a hint of a smirk on his face.

You bite your lip, smiling coyly before moving down and kissing the tip lightly. You kiss and lick up and down his shaft, it’s so huge in your hand. He moans and his hips jut up slightly, his hand holds the back of your head as you suck on the head of his cock.

-

When you finally take all of him for the first time, it’s painful. He has to just lie there inside of you for a while until you adjust. He goes so slow, holding you and asking you softly if you’re okay.

“Mm Peter it hurts!” You cry and grab at his chest as he holds you close to him.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He whispers, “Try to relax for me sweetie.”

It takes some time for you to fully adjust to his size and then even more time until he can really start moving inside of you. But when he does, when the pain finally fades, it feels indescribably good. It’s not long before you’re crying again because you’re cumming so hard.

He doesn’t even get to cum, his size is so overwhelming that you can’t take him for too much longer. You feel really bad and you apologize over and over but he tells you it’s fine. He tells you he’s just happy he finally got to fuck you and make you cum on his cock.

He pulls out of you so slowly and carefully, you wince at the pain. When you see blood on him you sit up and feel between your legs. Your heart rate spikes when you look at your fingers. You’d heard that some girls bled after the first time but this seemed like a lot.

You whimper at the sight of the blood and the throbbing pain between your legs.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He quickly reassures you, cupping the side of your face as you look at up him fearfully, your eyes watering, “C’mere sweetie.”

He lies down next to you and pulls you close, his arms engulfing you.

“It’s normal baby,” he breathes in your ear, “I promise.” He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back.

“I just didn’t think I’d bleed that much.” You sniffle.

“It’s ok, it won’t be as bad next time…if you want there to be a next time.” He almost sounds insecure, as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out.

You giggle a little,

“Of course I want there to be a next time. What’re you talking about?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, not making eye contact.

“What, are you worried you’re scaring me away with your big dick?” You tease him and he smiles a little, probably realizing how stupid he sounds right now.

You curl up against his chest, reveling in his gentle caresses and forehead kisses. You run your fingers over his collarbones, kissing his chest occasionally. You touch each other softly, casually; and you’ve never been in love before, but this might be it.

-

Right…right

I’m going crazy

[broidobe]

𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔩

requested!! RAHHH I NEED HIM. RISE, RISE UP FROM THE GRAVE PETER STEELE

☾peter uses his overwhelming size to tease, dominate, and stretch you to your absolute limits☽

☾warnings: heavy smut, size kink, dominance, teasing, slight degradation, praise, overstimulation, some softness☽

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you always knew peter was big. everyone knew peter was big. but knowing it and feeling it were two entirely different things.

it started innocently enough—or at least, that’s what you told yourself. the way he loomed over you, casting a shadow even in dim light. the way his hands—fuck, his hands—could wrap around your entire waist with room to spare. the way he could lift you like you weighed nothing.

and peter? he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“y’know,” he mused, his voice that deep, lazy drawl that made your stomach tighten, “i think it’s cute how small you are next to me.”

you swallowed hard, looking up at him—way up. he was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. he had caught you staring again, hadn’t he?

before you could answer, he stepped closer, close enough that your head barely reached his chest. he reached out, his massive hand cupping the side of your face, making you feel tiny beneath him. “wonder how much of me you can take,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your lips.

your breath hitched. “why don’t you find out?”

that was all it took.

peter’s patience snapped like a frayed wire, and in seconds, he had you pinned against the bed, his weight pressing down in a way that made you feel completely helpless—and utterly his. his sheer size alone made your heart race, knowing he could do anything he wanted to you, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

“look at you,” he murmured, dragging a calloused hand down your torso, his fingers nearly spanning the entire width of your stomach. “so fucking small.” his other hand gripped your thigh, holding it up as he settled between your legs. “you think you can take me?”

you nodded, though the nervous flutter in your stomach betrayed you. his chuckle was dark, amused. “oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, guiding himself to your entrance. “guess we’re about to find out.”

the stretch was insane. you cried out, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he pushed inside, inch by inch. he groaned low in his throat, gripping your waist with both hands, keeping you still as he forced you to take him.

“jesus,” he breathed, voice tight with restraint. “you’re struggling already, and i’m not even halfway in.”

tears pricked your eyes. it was too much—but at the same time, not enough. “peter—”

“what, baby?” he teased, kissing the corner of your mouth before leaning in, lips brushing your ear. “too big?”

you whimpered, and he laughed—a deep, wicked sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “you can take it,” he murmured, stretching you further. “you will take it.”

and you did. all of it.

peter fucked you like he wanted to break you, and maybe he almost did. every thrust had you gasping, your body struggling to accommodate his sheer size. he held your wrists above your head with just one of his massive hands, his other gripping your hip so tight you knew you’d have bruises.

“you feel so fucking tiny wrapped around me,” he growled, voice thick with arousal. “like you were made for this.”

you could only moan in response, overwhelmed, overstimulated. he wasn’t just fucking you—he was ruining you, stretching you beyond your limits, making sure you’d never forget what it felt like to have someone like him inside you.

and god, you didn’t want to forget.

[marvelobsessed134]

Girl next door

Pairings: Peter Steele x Fem!Reader

A/n: this has been in my drafts for a long ass time.

Warnings: smut, peter is lowkey a perv in this sorry not sorry lol, younger!reader, size kink, surprisingly soft sex, slight Buffalo ‘66 reference?, oral (both receiving), p n v sex, fingering, nipple stimulation, praise and I think that’s it.

You’ve recently moved into a new apartment building in Brooklyn, your first time being away from your parents. You didn’t realize your neighbor across the hall was none other than Peter Steele of Type O Negative. The gorgeous, tall, vampire looking man had stolen your heart since day one.

Peter on the other hand, was intrigued by you. You were a lot younger than he was, smaller (though pretty much everyone is smaller than him), and very sweet. His mind was plagued with dark thoughts about fucking that sweetness out of you, sneaking into your room at night and taking you in your sleep.

The bassist knew he shouldn’t have those feelings for you, but he couldn’t help it. You were a lot different than the women he’d usually go for, and that’s probably why he was so intrigued by you.

Every day you’d walk off to college or some tap dancing class and he’d always coincidentally would be leaving at the same time too and would have conversations with you while the two of you walked out of the apartment complex. Peter eventually got a hang of picking your lock when you weren’t home, so he could just lay in your bed and enjoy your scent. And stealing your bras and underwear…

You’ve begun to notice that some of your bras and panties were missing. You looked all over the place and still couldn’t find them. You huffed in frustration, heading out of your apartment with your little purse to go buy new underwear.

The raven haired man heard you slam your door and he quickly rushed to open his to see what the fuss was about,

“What’s wrong, Bambi?” Ah, that little nickname he calls you all the time.

“I don’t know why but I keep losing my bras and panties so now I have to go buy more.” You huffed, not caring about mentioning your intimates.

Of course, the bassist knew this was coming, and well, without thinking he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his apartment, pinning you against the door.

“Peter what are you-“

“Shh…” The frontman shushed, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but melt under his touch.

“You’re so beautiful…can you do something for me?”

You nodded.

“Can you follow every thing I say? Do exactly as I tell you?”

You nodded again, feeling slightly frightened. He was gigantic, he could probably snap you in half easily, you thought. And you really didn’t want to test that theory. But you were also turned on.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” The raven haired man leads you to his bedroom before closing the door behind you.

“On your knees…” he commanded. You kneeled down before him as if you were I t eh presence of a god. You watched as Peter unbuckled his pants, revealing his very large erection.

“I want you to suck me off for a bit, okay?” He caressed your chin as he spoke in such a low velvety gentle voice that held an edge underneath it. You wrapped your hand around it, and spat on the tip before allowing him to enter your mouth fully. You gagged of course, and resorted to jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The bassist’s hands carded through your hair muttering praises, “That’s a good girl…”

He wouldn’t let you up for air. And finally, he pulled you off of him allowing you to breathe. Easily, the frontman picked you up and tossed you on his bed. Peter made quick work at removing the rest of his clothes and instructing you to do the same.

You complied, stripping down nude, and lying back on his bed. Goosebumps arose on your skin, since his apartment was slightly chilly and his sheets were silk which absorbed the coldness.

The musician crawled on top of you, and began to kiss you passionately while fondling your breasts and nipples, rolling your sensitive peaks between his fingers. He likes to take his time with women, loves pleasuring them. Of course he has his rough and extremely domineering moments too, particularly when he’s pumping with adrenaline after a show. Or when he’s pissed off.

You’re lucky he’s not pissed off today.

Peter slowly kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys in return, then moving down to your tits. He pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting and suckling on the sensitive flesh. Making your arch your back and moan in a pitch you didn’t even recognize from yourself.

His large hands wandered your body, down to your soaking core. Your mouth dropped open as the bassist slid two of his fingers inside, stretching you out. He worked expertly, pumping in and out and curling them to give you exactly what you needed. “Oh, Peter…” you whimpered as both the sensations from your nipples and cunt hit you.

“Sooo sweet…” he whispered against your skin. You felt yourself clenching around his fingers, approaching your release. The raven haired man knew this, of course. So, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, eager to see you cum. You arched your back and gripped the sheets as you came, your vision going white for a moment.

The larger man kneeled down and licked your pussy clean, making sure he lapped up all of your juices before positioning himself at your entrance. Peter gripped your hips and said, “I’m gonna go slow at first, and it might hurt as I’m assuming you’ve never been with anyone my size…be warned.” Of course, he wasn’t necessarily gonna give you the option to say no. His warning meant nothing.

Inch by inch he stretched you out like you’ve never been stretched out before. You gripped the sheets with such intensity you were sure your palms had bruises.

“Fuck…so tight and wet…” he moaned as he bottomed out, letting you get used to his size before thrusting into you at a steady pace. Every time he thrusted into you, the frontman hit that special spot.

“Fuck, Peter!” You cried out as he thrusted into you over and over and over again. Despite not being religious, he felt like he was in heaven. His hands gripping your hips so tightly they bruised. Your cunt squeezing him like a vice.

“Yes…oh fuck….im gonna cum Bambi…” his eyes were screwed shut as he released his seed inside of you, collapsing on top of you in satisfaction.

Once Peter pulled out, he flopped on the bed next to you and held you close to him, “I’ve finally got you, Bambi.”

[rhaenyrathecruell]

Until I’m bleeding and crippled

[child0feden]

LOVIN

peter steele x reader

- nsfw headcanons for peter!

i combined two requests for this one because i think they are just very similar and work well together! hopefully the anons do not mind <3

- requested by anon | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: love you to death by type o negative - remember me by centox

* 18 + content ahead, please do not read if you are a minor *

- due to his height and general build, peter really likes when you are on top of him and riding him to hell and back!

✩ wether it be riding him as he lays back on the bed with his big hands gently gripping your hips and guiding you as you bounce on his cock, your hands resting down on his chest, him looking up at you with glazed over eyes and his mouth dropped open to release deep moans and groans…

- or when you simply straddle him on a seat, wether it be the couch in your cozy living room, a small seat in front of a dressing table backstage and so on!

✩ he likes that second option quite a bit more because it nearly makes you eye level with him! he loves when your eyes hold deep, intimate contact as you grind down on his cock and balance yourself with hands on his broad shoulders, digging your nails in ever so slightly when he reaches that special spot so deep inside of you, that special spot that quickly makes so many sparkling stars fill your vision

- peter specifically absolutely loves watching you reach your high in these positions, he is always admiring the way you throw your head back, showing off your neck which has been freshly filled and thoroughly marked with bruising love bites, your hair cascading down your back and falling down over your chest

✩ another way he likes loves to fuck you is by holding you up in his arms, against walls and such!

- your legs can barely even wrap around his entire waist whilst his big hands effortlessly hold you under your thighs

✩ he will bring one of his hands up and place it behind your head, making sure your head does not bang against the hard wall or wooden door, do not even worry! he can still hold you just fine with one hand

- he is just so tall and broad, he cannot really do missionary and similar positions, they kind of strain his back and just are not comfortable for him at all…

✩ obviously i do not have to go crazy deep into it because we have certainly all seen it but his cock is big huge too

- when you ride him, it hits all of the perfect places deep inside of you, his cock is constantly hammering against your g-spot as you moan and whine in pure ecstasy

✩ peter would probably be able to make you squirt really quite easily too!

- when he feels your cunt tightening around him even more, gripping and spasming around his thick cock as it pulses inside of you, he will usually bring one of his hands to your clit and give you some extra attention there, only causing even more pleasure to course through your wrecked body

✩ you squirting always pulls him into his own orgasm too, the feeling of your cunt being the tightest it possibly can be around him, your walls spasming as you gush around his cock? yeah, it is just game over for him

- when peter cums, he likes to cum inside of you! so it really is no wonder you guys end up with a kid…

✩ so lets talk about that a little!

- peter never really had a breeding kink… at least, not before he met you and had been with you for quite a while…

✩ it is probably you who brings up the idea of children, likely when watching him play around with your cat or do some casual household tasks…

- your mind just gets filled with images of him holding a little double of himself on his hip as he does the dishes or holding the baby down to the cat, showing them how to stroke it and talking softly down to them in his deep voice

✩ but not only do wholesome and fluffy little thoughts fill your mind as you watch him… oh no, dirty, filthy thoughts are quick to hop on the bandwagon!

- thoughts of him holding you down on his cock, thrusting his hips up into you and stilling as soon as he cums, his cock settled deep inside of you to assure his none of his cum goes to waste…

✩ thoughts of going multiple rounds, even more than usual just to make sure that your body gets its fill of his cum, only stopping when you both physically cannot go any more…

- you have to shake yourself out of it, quickly clenching your thighs together to quell the deep need you feel down below in your cunt but peter notices your odd behaviour and looks towards you with a raised eyebrow, approaching you and placing his large hands on your hips before asking whats up

✩ at first you assure him it is nothing at all, but he knows you better and when you do just tell him, you blurt it all out! every thought you have been having, filthy and fluffy alike…

- only then, does it quickly awake something in peter too, your spoken thoughts infecting his mind as he listens with slightly wide eyes before slipping his hands under your ass and picking you up, holding you on his waist as he smirks

✩ it does not take long for him to have carried you off to the bedroom, sharing open mouthed kisses as he slowly strips you of your clothes, discarding of them across the floor before he pulls away to admire your nude body with glazed over eyes, taking his spot next to you before taking your hands in his and helping you settle atop him

- baby making with him is soft and sweet, he makes love to you as you do him, he wants it to be special and somehow even more loving than usual sex with him

✩ most of your thoughts about peter turn out to be true and played out, the multiple rounds especially!

- peter barely even stops to catch his breath, not that he really needs to because you are the one on top, he just guides your bounces atop him, one of his hands going up to grope and caress your boob as the other stays gripping your hip

✩ right after finishing inside of you, he just lets you catch your breath and recover before you start bouncing again, praising you a bit from below

- he will not be the most talkative during sex but he will mumble some things to you, his voice even deeper than usual as his mind is foggy with pleasure and love

✩ when you guys are finally done, out of breath and just beyond tired, peter will help you slide off his cock, groaning deeply when he sees cum slowly start to ooze out of you, offering to run you a bath if you want one

- if you do want a bath, he will make it a hot bubble bath, not even bothering to get redressed as he goes to run the water and prepare the bathroom for you!

✩ he will either get right in the bath with you, allowing you to rest back against his broad chest as he talks to you softly or he might just sit next to the bath as you bathe, washing your hair for you so that you can just relax

- if you just want to sleep, that is totally fine with him! he will let you rest your head on his chest as you drift to sleep, stroking your stomach under the blanket, talking to you quietly about how you will make a great mother and if it did not work this time, you can just try again tomorrow

✩ and when you do fall pregnant?

- peter adores pregnant sex with you, always letting you drag him off to the bedroom due to your hormones going crazy, praising you and telling you how beautiful you look carrying his child, bringing his large hands up to massage your sore tits <3

[itty-bitty-dancer]

Peter Steele x Reader (FLUFF)

The greenroom was shrouded in cigarette smoke and the pungent tang of liquor and sweat as the men debriefed after their show.

Crew members walked in and out and the constant entrance of new characters into what was meant to be a sacred space to unwind was starting to get to Peter.

The lights were suddenly too bright, the chatter was too loud and if one more person with a camera pushes that goddamn door open—

“Hey! Shut the fucken door!” He booms from his place on the couch.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” The techie chuckles humourlessly which only served to sour his already touchy mood.

A few minutes go by and his conversation is interrupted yet again by a knock on the door. He turns with a pointed finger to instinctively scold whoever was about to intrude but when the thick wood creaks open and he’s met with your face, everything falls away.

His eyes soften, the tension in his brows melts, and he’s reaching for you.

You shoot him a small, understanding smile and shuffle forward to grab his outstretched hand while he leans forward to set his drink down.

The second your fingers touch, he’s pulling you into his lap and burying his face in your neck. His long hair filling any gaps there would’ve been for outsiders to catch a peak into the little sanctuary he has built himself within you and you feel him breath deep.

Your hands sliding around him is grounding and he responds by tightening his grip on you in tandem.

Looking around, the conversations haven’t stopped but his bandmates cast knowing smirks over at the sight of their  temperamental frontman being reduced to a damn slinky now that you’ve arrived.

“You good?” You turn your head as much as you can to whisper.

“Got everything I need, sweetheart.” You feel his voice against your skin before you actually register the words. Like he’s engraving them into you.

Like he means every syllable of it.

[kirkwhore]

Type O Negative: VIP Treatment

You've been following Type O Negative on tour, and tonight you get luckier than you ever dreamed.

CW: unprotected piv (wrap it before u tap it, friends!), fem!reader, exhibitionism, degradation, overstimulation, dubcon (everyone is drunk), fingering, use of y/n

word count: 1.8k

18+ ONLY (MINORS SCRAM)

You went to the concert knowing in your gut that something about tonight would be different. You’d been following Type O Negative on their tour for the past four months, and you could swear that Peter Steele was singing right to you at every show. You had locked eyes with him several times during “Love You to Death”, and he had actually winked at you during “Be My Druidess.” At least, you thought so.

You were beginning to feel delusional… until he beckoned you toward the stage during their last number. It was like walking through a dream – you felt like you were floating through the crowd, never taking your eyes off of him. Peter met you in the crowd and gently lifted your face with a finger under your chin. He recited the poem in “Haunted” to you alone. You could feel other women glaring daggers at your back, but you didn’t care. Nothing existed outside of him. You felt yourself leaning into him, completely dazed.

He kissed you in front of everyone. There was a hunger behind the kiss that promised more.

Before returning to the stage, he leaned down and spoke softly into your ear.

“Meet me backstage.” Just those three words, but they were enough to send you running through the sea of witnesses to the best night of your life.

You were playing with a strand of your hair nervously when you heard the screams. The show was over. Peter was headed your way at last.

He grabbed your hand without a word and led you back to the green room with the rest of the band.

They all relaxed back on the plush couches while you stood in the doorway, frozen in awe.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he purred.

“Y/n,” you replied, voice trembling. This had to be a fucking dream; there was no way this was actually happening. Right?

“Y/n. What a beautiful name.” The way it rolled off his tongue like velvet made your thighs clench involuntarily. He gestured for you to come closer.

“Come. Sit.” He was pointing at his lap. Your face felt hot and you were embarrassed by the smirks of the other guys, but you complied anyway. Your short skirt didn’t cover your ass when you sat down and you could feel his stiff cock pulsing against the thin fabric of your panties. The wetness pooling between your thighs threatened to stain his pants. With every deep, rumbling laugh, you felt your pussy clenching around nothing, leaving you with a desparate need to be filled up. It was agony to have to sit still for so long, making polite conversation. Peter knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he made every excuse to fidget and press himself into your ass even harder. The more wine you drank, the more confident you felt. You wanted to tease him back, rocking your hips ever so slightly against his length. You felt strong fingers dig into your hips; a hiss of pleasure escaped his lips.

Peter lifted you to your feet.

“Take them off,” he commanded. “Your panties, give them to Kenny.” You could feel the blush creeping up your neck as both humiliation and pleasure fought for dominance in your body.

“I –”

“Is there a problem?” he said, cocking his head to one side.

“N-no,” you stuttered, your heart pounding. You slowly rolled the waistband of your panties down, exposing yourself to Peter as you bent to free them from your legs. He swiped one deft finger between your folds before you could straighten up. A moan bubbled from your throat before you could stop it. The men laughed as you tentatively handed over your underwear.

When you turned back around, you were shocked to find him naked already, beckoning you back over.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me when your back is to them, and do what you’re told. Think you can do that?” It was a simple question but your reply was trapped in your throat.

“You can always back out, you know,” Peter said more softly. “Don’t let me make you feel trapped.” As much stage fright as you were feeling, you realized that you actually wanted them to watch you be used like a useless fucktoy.

“No, I can do this,” you replied, voice trembling again.

“Good girl.” His smile was all the encouragement you needed. “Now, get on your knees. Wanna see how pretty you look gagging on my cock.” He started slow, easing his way between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the head, lapping up the salty pre-cum leaking from his tip. Peter growled and pushed himself deeper, rougher this time. You really did gag then, and tears stung your eyes. That seemed to turn him on more, and he tangled your hair in his fingers, guiding you back and forth as he fucked your face. You could hear skin slapping in the background. The rest of the bandmates were jacking off. Their moans made your pussy clench even harder.

Once he was done making your mascara run in rivers down your cheeks, Peter dragged you to your feet by your hair and spun you to look at the others. He pushed your skirt up and ripped your shirt open, exposing you to them.

“Isn’t she so pretty?” Peter tugged at your nipples hard, pinching them between his fingers, sending a ripple of pleasure and pain through your body. “And so wet for us, too. Such a fucking slut.” He pulled you down onto his lap once more, spreading your legs wide to give the guys a front row seat to your dripping cunt as he fingered you. The sounds that ripped out of you were animalistic and filthy. You would’ve been humiliated if you weren’t so fucking turned on.

Just when you were on the precipice of falling apart, Peter’s relentless assault on your clit stopped abruptly. You whined, wanting to cry at the sudden lack of stimulation. He laughed, watching you thrust your hips against the air pathetically. He forced you to gag on his thick fingers covered in your slick while you watched one of the others masturbate into your panties. Someone had already finished in them. You could see the pearly cum sliding down the gusset.

You were once again lifted to your feet and whirled around to face Peter before he pushed you backwards onto the couch. He climbed on top of you, caging your face in with his bulging forearms.

“I’m gonna make you cum over and over until you can no longer speak, y/n. But only if you keep those beautiful eyes on me, remember?” His pupils were dilated with lust. He looked like a supernatural creature in that moment, more vampire than man. You could only nod. Your heart was in your throat as he leaned down to press passionate kisses into your neck. Your legs were hiked up over his shoulders, and he slowly, slowly pressed his cock into your heat. You had seen that issue of Playgirl, so you knew he was big… but a picture didn’t do it justice. Feeling him stretch you out was a euphoria like no other. It was certainly worth the pain that came with it. Your moans became screams as he hit that spot deep inside that made you see stars. You wanted so badly to close your eyes, but he held your face in one hand and you knew there would be consequences to looking away. He was panting openmouthed over you, and his friends were moaning your name. The sound of Peter’s balls slapping into you and the unholy noise your cunt was making filled the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna -” you tried to warn him, but your senses were leaving you. “fuckfuckFUCK I’m gonna cum,” you spat just before the tightly wound coil deep inside snapped, releasing a flood. That was a first – you’d never squirted before. You squeezed tightly around him, and he grunted out your name before you felt him paint your insides with his cum. You were both a sticky mess but he didn’t stop.

“Want me to make you feel good again, baby?” Peter whispered sweetly like he wasn’t using you for his friends’ amusement. You tried to nod but he held your head in place. “No. Use your words.”

“Yes, yes please,” you whined, bearing down on him in desperation. He turned to his friends and laughed.

“Y/n wants to keep going. You wanna see her tits bounce?” The subsequent wolf whistles gave him his answer. You were a puppet in his arms – pliant, obedient. You let him flip you onto your hands and knees.

“Everyone got a good view?” Peter asked. The enthusiastic cheering was all he needed. He plunged back into you and grabbed your hips for leverage, using you like a fleshlight. Your tits hurt from the force of his thrusts, slapping your chest with every bounce. It wasn’t long before you had your second orgasm. Your body went slack. You were tired, thirsty, and overstimulated. Peter chased his release and came inside again. You tried to remember if you had taken your birth control this morning, but your head was so fuzzy from the wine and the pleasure that you couldn’t even remember your own name.

He moaned again before addressing his audience. “Fuck, she’s so tight. And all mine, too.” All his? Your brain slammed back into reality. Suddenly you felt sober. It was only all you had dreamed of since you were an obsessed teen. You turned to look back at him.

He reached out to stroke your mascara-stained cheek. “You like that? Well, if you keep following us on tour, you can be. But just me and you next time – if you’d prefer.” Before you could reply, he slipped out of you. You eyed the soaked panties that had made their way onto the coffee table. The guys were finished with them. You moved to pull your clothes back on, but Peter’s nimble fingers stopped you.

“You have a good time?”

You answered enthusiastically, wanting to please him enough for him to keep you around.

“We’re not done yet, then. That’s not what I promised – until you can’t speak, remember?” He pulled you back down as the others filed out of the room. Peter laughed as you gave in; it sent a shiver down your spine. On his command, you knelt in front of him.

It was nearly sunrise when the cab pulled up to take you home. You ached all over, but you had never felt more alive – or more giddy – in your life. You had earned that VIP pass, and you intended to use it over and over and over again

[housemdiva]

i need someone to utilize this, or maybe i haven't dug deep enough to find someone who has-- but, like, ahhhh

[mandomaterial]

Peter Steele is literally so hot. He’s built like a fucking fridge and we all love fridges. Imagine running your hands through his long wavy hair and grabbing at it a little whilst making out- and he’s so fucking talk too- like over 200 cm! Anyone looks tiny compared to him. Oh got- imagine being picked up and or thrown around by him. He’s a guitarist too… wonder what else those fingers do… he’s got plenty of experience so you better get ready cus I’m sure he has a loooot of stamina. I live big beefy guys. Period.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Omggg I need more Peter Steele smut cause that man is so fine and I feel like he would have the darkest sexiest fantasies ever 😩

A/n: The ending kinda sucks booty cheeks bc I gave up on it don't hurt me

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Tiddies 🤤

You and Peter, your fiance, had been together for a few years. You were used to the looks you got with him, you were short to most everyone, he was tall to most everyone, by a lot.

He was known to be this big, scary giant of a man with a deep booming voice, but in the sanctity of your own home he was quiet and gentle.

Peter held you while you slept soundly, letting you cuddle up to him with an arm wrapped around you, his other hand trailing down your side. "So beautiful." He murmured, you began to stir but kept your eyes closed and leaned into his touch, not ready to be awake yet.

Peter's hand moved over you, rubbing and squeezing occasionally before finally landing on your stomach. He let out a soft sign and pushed your shirt up, spreading his open palm over your stomach.

"Peter?" You asked, voice soft but hoarse. "What're you doing?" Your mumbled, rolling over into him.

He kissed your forehead and shook his head dismissively. "Nothing to worry about, I was just thinking." He muttered, deep voice rumbling in his chest. He wrapped his long arms around you and pulled you closer, letting you nuzzle into him.

"Thinking about what?" You pushed, smiling softly up at him, still not really awake.

He couldn't just not tell you anything, you'd find out one day or another, it wasn't something he planned on keeping from you. He brought a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the plush skin. "Thinking about you... how pretty you are, and... how you'd look carrying my child."

Your cheeks lit up at that, you were definitely awake now. "Peter... we've never talked about kids." You said.

He nodded in agreement. "So we should, I want kids, at least I want to see you with kids."

"We have cats."

"And the kids would love the cats."

"And if they're allergic?" You asked, making him think for a minute.

"Shoot 'em, I don't know." You smacked his chest and rolled over so your back was facing him. He pulled you back, keeping you pressed against him, obviously you weren't pulling away from him. "I'm just kidding." He assured, kissing up the back of your neck.

You let out a soft sigh, watching his hand wander back to your exposed stomach. You held your hand over his, smiling softly at the thought. "Kids..?" You asked again.

Peter nodded against you and kissed closer to your ear. "Our kids... Penelope and Hash." You looked back at him, a look of terror and disgust on your face making him laugh.

"I am not giving you kids with those names, what the fuck." You said with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright... I'll let you pick the names." He rolled his hips into you, you gave a small hum and reached back between the both of you and felt his half-hard cock through his sweats.

"You know what the best part of trying for a kid is?" Peter hummed for you to continue, grinding himself into your palm, hold on your tightening. "Making them~" You purred, pulling your hand away from him and pushing your shorts down.

Peter was quick to help you get undressed, moving to lay between your legs and flipping you onto your stomach while you giggled. "People say there's a higher chance of getting pregnant if you cum first." He said between kisses.

"Does it help if I'm on my stomach?" You asked, looking back at him and holding yourself up on your elbows, watching him get closer to your glistening cunt.

"No idea." He said. "But you're not gonna be on your stomach for the next few months, might as well let you enjoy it while you can." You were gonna say something, joke about not wanting to go through pregnancy, but his tongue was already dipping into you.

You'd never been too fond of this position, when he was fucking you fine, being on your stomach wasn't bad, but when he was eating you out... He never had any complaints, he was also the one putting you like this.

You didn't get much time to think about it as he slid a finger in you, quickly followed by a second as he scissored them in and out of you, curling them deep in you just where he knew you'd like them.

You pushed your face into your pillow, moaning as he finger fucked you, still kissing up and down your thighs, nipping at the sensitive spots.

Peter pulled his fingers from your hole, you whined at the sudden emptiness, clenching helplessly around nothing. Peter sat up and brought his fingers to your mouth, pushing them in and making you taste yourself. "That's just the start, sweetheart."

He adjusted his pants and pulled his hard cock out, all eleven inches hitting your ass with a little slap. You pushed your ass back into him and he rolled his hips against you, a low groan leaving him. "Hurry up." You pleaded when he pulled his fingers from your mouth.

"I'm going, just like taking my time with you." You felt his tip brush through your folds, gathering your juices and using them as lube so he could push into you. He went slow, giving you a break every few seconds to adjust until he bottomed out in you.

You melted into the sheets, relaxing and getting used to the feel of him, knowing in a moment he would pull his hips back and slam into you.

Just as you predicted, he slowly pulled out of you almost all the way before pounding into you, setting a harsh pace. He let you hold your pillow but moved it so your moans weren't muffled, echoing off the walls as he split you in two.

"So loud." He said through grunts, mouth right by your ear. "How're we gonna fuck if we've got little ones running around?" You whined, clawing at the sheets. His hand came down on your ass, the other one holding your hip and keeping you in place. "Answer me."

"I-I don't know..." You mumbled, pushing your ass back again. Peter's hand met your ass again, rubbing the stinging skin afterwards.

He let out a chuckle, a grumbly sound. "We'll kick 'em out." You whined into your pillow, hiding your face. Peter lifted you up a bit, hitting impossibly deeper. You looked down and saw his cock pushing against your stomach.

Soon you'd be all round and swollen with your kid, waddling around with Peter behind you.

[cuntdestroyer3000]

A Man Like Him

dividers by @kodaswrld Peter Steele masterlist

Peter Steele x f!reader

It’s your first time with Peter. You know he’ll take good care of you but you can’t help feeling a little scared. You’ve never been with a man like him.

A/N: ~2k words, size kink because it’s Peter Steele, no physical description of the reader, no use of y/n, smut (that means no minors allowed to read thank you) Peter being cute and romantic

For those unaware he was packing 11 inches

He’s on top of you between your spread legs, caging you underneath him. He licks into your mouth desperately. His hand is so big it’s wrapped over the top of your head, grasping at you.

It’s hot and primal, your gasps and high pitched moans mix with his deep grunts and growls. Your hands tangle in his long hair, a black curtain that falls all around you; enveloping you in his darkness.

You feel his cock bumping and pressing against you. You once again get hit with the reality of how huge it is. Fear creeps up once again. Peter barely had to do anything to get you soaking wet but you couldn’t help worrying that you wouldn’t be able to take it.

You suck in a deep breath as he moves his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking.

“Peter,” you gasp.

His hand comes up to squeeze one of your breasts, massaging you.

He sucks a mark into your neck harshly. You moan and grab at him, pulling his naked body even closer.

The length of him presses against you, reaching all the way down past your backdoor. You get hit with a wave of equal parts excitement and fear.

Your eyes fly open.

“Peter!” You squeeze his shoulder and he pulls away, leaning over you.

“What is it?” He asks, his deep voice is low and calm. His expression grows more serious and he holds your face in his hand; his palm on your cheek and his fingers reaching up past your hairline.

He runs a thumb over your cheekbone, his eyes softening as they examine you. They drop to your lips and he reaches down and runs his thumb over them next, pulling down your bottom lip a little.

You’re so mesmerized by the sight of him above you that you almost forgot what you needed.

“W-what if it doesn’t fit?” You ask worriedly, your wide eyes gaze up at him, a hint of fear behind them as you look up to him for all the answers.

He gives you a small smirk and his hand moves to cradle your head again. His eyes are full of understanding though, he must be used to women being scared of his size.

He leans down and kisses you softly, then he pulls away to look at you again.

“It’s okay,” He says gently, “I’ll make sure it fits.” His green eyes are full of sincerity.

He said it like it was a promise.

You take a deep breath and nod,

“Okay.” You tried to sound confident but you didn’t.

A few seconds later you speak up again,

“I-“ your face burns and you look down. You feel ridiculous, naive almost. But you’ve never been with a man like Peter before.

“What is it sweetheart?” His voice is so quiet, his accent stretching out the end of the pet name and making your heart swell in your chest.

“I-I’m scared it’s gonna hurt.” You admit, your heart is beating so fast, you almost feel like you’re having sex for the first time again.

“Mm…” he lets out a noise of understanding as he runs his fingertips down your neck and over your collarbone.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says it so intently, he gently holds your jaw and turns your head slightly, kissing your temple.

He lets out an exhale charged with lust close to your ear. A chill runs down your back as your nipples harden and your pussy throbs.

“I’m gonna tease you and make you cum over and over…until you’re finally ready to take me.” He whispers.

You moan and let him spread your legs further, his hands gentle where they hold your thighs.

He goes slow, running his fingers through your wet cunt and bringing them up to his mouth, having you watch as he tastes you.

He slips his fingers inside you and then brings them up to your face.

“Here,” He murmurs, “taste yourself.”

You blink at him before opening your mouth for him. His eyes darken as he watches you.

He feasts between your legs until they’re shaking and you’ve forgotten how many times you’ve come. You lose track of how long he teases and pleasures you for.

When it gets to be too much, he moves back up over you and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan together.

You both take a second to catch your breaths before he asks you,

“You think you’re ready?”

“Yeah.” Your voice is small and wrecked. You’re still scared but you feel like you can try to take him, you’re relaxed and dripping, and you want it so bad.

He carefully spreads your legs even wider and lets his cock drag through your lips.

You whine as you feel him slide over you, his length and girth covering your whole pussy.

He holds your body like you’re made of glass as he takes it slow. His deep voice is in your ear, talking you through it as he begins pushing his cock into you slowly.

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever had. It hurts a lot, and you tell him as much. But when he tries to pull out of you, you whimper and grab at his huge biceps; begging him to keep going. You can’t bear to just give up, to just have him leave you empty and wanting.

A few tears run down your cheeks and he leans down to kiss them away.

It takes forever. Every time you think you’ve taken all of him, there’s more. He plays with your clit and kisses your neck. You relax more and more until the pain lessens into pleasure. He’s so deep inside of you, you couldn’t believe he even fit.

His lips trail down your neck, his breath making you shiver. He kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Mmm” you sigh and reach up, running your fingers through his hair.

Suddenly he bites down, sinking his teeth into you.

You gasp, crying out a little.

He bites you harder. The pain shoots through your body, lighting you up. It makes you even wetter and you feel him slide in a little deeper.

You moan, digging your nails into his shoulders. He bites down even harder and you cry out in pain, digging your nails in even deeper, slicing into him.

He moans with you still between his teeth, it’s a deep growl and his cock pulses inside of you.

You finally couldn’t take it anymore,

“Mmm Peter.” You whimper, tapping him quickly.

He lets you go, his face still against your neck. He pants heavily, his chest heaving.

Then he pulls away a little, so that his lips ghost over yours, his nose brushing against your cheek.

“Just close your eyes.” He murmurs.

Then he starts fucking you.

-

He's fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before. You had never thought sex could ever be like this.

He’s moving his hips, grinding them against you as his cock reaches impossibly deep inside of you.

He has you pinned against the mattress, holding you close and fucking you with ease. He cradles the back of your head, his hand dwarfing you. His other hand is supporting your butt as he leans on his elbow and knees, starting to thrust into you faster.

Your arms and legs are wrapped around him as you let him hold you and fuck you like a doll. You're tucked close to his chest and you moan and arch your back further as he guides your hips on his cock. His breathing is heavy in your ear as the muscles in his arms flex.

You're gasping, placing open-mouthed kisses against his chest, his collarbones, anywhere you can reach; licking him and tasting the saltiness of his sweat.

"Oh, fuck." He groans and sits up, pulling you up with him so that he's sitting back on his heels with you in his lap; still speared on his cock.

You whimper and rest your hands on his broad shoulders, your pussy squeezes him and he lets out a deep, breathy moan.

His hair falls back from his face as he leans his head back to look up at you.

He looks so handsome like this, flushed and sweaty, looking up at you with need in his heavy lidded green eyes.

You run your fingertips lightly over his face as he holds you, over one of his thick eyebrows and down his face, following the curve of his cheekbone. Your fingers trace over his lips, parted as he breathes heavily.

He kisses them. You smile softly and run your fingernails down his scalp. His eyes flutter shut and you lean down to kiss him.

The kiss grows more passionate, more messy, and he begins moving in you again.

He holds you up with one arm, kneeling and leaning his weight on the headboard in order to get leverage. You can't stop the sounds he brings out of you. You hold onto his neck, your nails digging into him once again.

Even after you cum, he doesn't stop. He keeps on hitting that spot inside of you, making your whole body shake with pleasure.

"Gimme one more sweetheart." His voice is a deep whisper, raspy and laced with the strain of holding back his orgasm.

As you cum together, he falls forward. Your back lands on the mattress and his cock slides out of you a few inches. He quickly fixes that however, his hips roll against yours and you feel his hot cum reaching deep inside of you.

You really get to hear him moan now. He’s gasping against your mouth as you lick into his. Your foreheads are pressed together as you both ride the waves of pleasure.

You hold him as he shakes, as he lets out the most beautiful broken moans you've ever heard.

He's never kept it a secret how undone you make him, how much he's at your mercy.

After a few moments, he pulls out of you. Slowly, carefully. You whimper, just now feeling how sore you really are.

His lips are still ghosting over yours. You keep expecting him to be done, to feel the head of his cock sliding out of you, but there’s just so much of him.

Afterwards, you settle into him. He holds you as the two of you lie under the covers, reeling from the high of it all. He had been so deep inside that no cum was even dripping out of you. You smile to yourself; you wouldn't lose a single drop of him.

He sighs and kisses the top of your head, inhaling the smell of your hair.

"Holy fuck." You breathe after a moment of comfortable silence.

His chest moves beneath you as he laughs a bit,

"So I take that it wasn't completely horrible?" His regular self deprecating humor makes you scoff and roll your eyes.

“No, not completely, just a little bit.” You tease.

He just gives you a rare full smile and pulls you closer to him. His huge arms engulf you and he kisses your forehead over and over again.

You just giggle and kiss his chest in return.

All you want is to lie here with him, talk to him about anything and everything until you fall asleep; leaving him to stroke your arms and face gently, to watch you sleep as he listens to the sound of your breathing.

YAYYYY THANKS FOR READING ILY🖤🖤

[broidobe]

𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested!

⁎⁺˳✧༚80s-90s rock masterlist

protective in a sweet and loving way

he’s not hovering over you

he's not constantly with you

always looking out for you and making sure you're safe, but in the most gentle, loving way

but his quiet watchfulness shows he cares

honestly you could talk to him for hours

on hours

he’s just so easy to talk to

art, philosophy, or the universe. he will talk about anything

his deep voice and soft-spoken manner would draw you in (cause it totally draws me in),

making even the heaviest topics feel like they’re part of a private world only the two of you understand.

he is such a homebody

like he never wants to leave your side

or the couch

despite his imposing appearance, he’d be a romantic at heart.

small gestures—like leaving you a note or remembering little things you like���would mean the world to him.

you’d always find him doing something thoughtful to make you smile.

so like big friendly giant

i swear, if i had a dollar for every time i made you laugh, we’d be rich by now. but since we’re not, maybe i should start charging you for my jokes

he might not be openly affectionate in public, but when you're alone, peter would be incredibly loving, often pulling you into a long hug or brushing his fingers against your skin as a sign of affection.

his love is shown through actions more than words.

i’m not good with words, but i hope you know how much you mean to me

his loyalty is FIRM

he will STICK WITH YOU

NEVER EVER doubting your love for eachother

when you’d get him laughing, it would be one of the most genuine and hearty laughs you've ever heard.

he might come off as a bit serious, but with you, he’d let his guard down and enjoy the little things in life.

you both share a look when something happens—whether it’s an inside joke or just an unspoken moment between the two of you.

it’s the kind of look that could speak volumes without saying a word, and you both know it means everything.

peter loves hugs.

when he gets home from a show or a long day, his first instinct is to wrap you in his arms, holding you tight for a moment before letting go.

it’s his way of grounding himself after the chaos of the world.

sundays are SACRED

they are RESERVED

no matter how busy things get, you'll both make sure to spend the day together

it’s your ritual, and it’s one of the best parts of the week.

totally spoils the shit outta you

proposal was pretty big man

he took you to a place that's significant to your relationship—whether it’s where you first met or somewhere you’ve always wanted to go—and surprised you with a heartfelt proposal.

he made sure it was an intimate moment, with just the right amount of surprise and emotion.

[marvelobsessed134]

Peter and his girly girlfriend blurb

Warnings: smut, rough sex, crying, size kink?

Synopsis: Peter loves his tiny, girly girlfriend

The headboard slammed against the wall as Peter roughly thrusted into you from behind. You gripped the sheets as tears of both pain and pleasure fell from your eyes. His large hands gripped your hips as he repeatedly plunged into your tight hole.

“Fuck!” You cried out.

“So tight for me, yeah? So tiny…” the raven haired man said gruffly.

Your walls contracted around him, arriving closer to the edge.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You moaned in response, crying out as you clenched around his cock, squirting your release.

“Oh yeah, you’re a squirter…” Peter chuckled darkly, continuing to roughly thrust into you before releasing his own orgasm, filling your cunt with his white hot seamen.

The bassist slowly pulled out of you and admired your well used hole and bruised up hips before carefully turning you on your back so he could kiss you passionately.

“You’re such a good girl.”

[child0feden]

OH MY DARLING

peter steele x reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

♡ general headcanons for peter as a girl dad!

୨୧ the most adorable request ever, love it and i hope you love this anon! i gave the daughter a name but it isn’t a major thing at all so you could imagine to be something else and the walking dead game brainrot is kind of heavy lol, sweetpea is just such a cute nickname so i ripped it <3

♡ requested by anon | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: ecstasy by crooked still - apple by cibo matto

♡ i feel like your daughter would be a carbon copy of peter!

୨୧ she has his deep green eye colour, his raven black hair and so on! she probably only inherited very small features from you but peter says he sees them very clearly in her

♡ the only thing she didn’t get from him is his height and build… i mean obviously, because she’s just a baby and all but even still, she’s super small, even for a child

୨୧ she’s the shortest in her daycare and just has the most adorable little features on her face!

♡ her tiny little button nose is your and peters favourite, both of you always place kisses on her nose, ever since she was a newborn

୨୧ maybe it’s just because i’ve been replaying the walking dead and just adore clementine so much but i can see you guys naming your daughter clementine! it’s just such a cute name

♡ peter would sing “ oh my darling clementine ” to her all the time when she woke up crying as a newborn and it just kind of stuck as she grew up

୨୧ whenever she has a bad dream as a toddler and needs help getting back to sleep, he’ll kneel next to her bed and stroke her hair whilst quietly singing the song in his deep voice as you watch lovingly from the doorway

♡ when he’s not singing her to sleep, he’s telling her a custom fairytale!

୨୧ he used to read ones from books for her but she never liked them too much, she’s super creative and original like her father, so she always thought they were just kind of boring and always the same

♡ so now, peter makes his own up as he goes! usually fairytales about vampires and other gothic things but she loves them

୨୧ she’s a total daddy’s girl! the second she was placed in his arms after being born, you could see they would share something special

♡ as a newborn, she’d cry for so long until peter took her into his arms! she would calm down a little with you but she would only fully stop crying when you handed her over to her papa and he rocked her tiny body in his big arms whilst he softly shushed her and leaned his head down to give her eskimo kisses

“ you’re okay, sweetpea… nothings wrong, see? papa’s got you, you’re okay… it’s okay ” ( her crying draws to a stop almost immediately as your mouth drops open in shock, peter simply throwing you a cheeky wink before cooing down at his little girl and giving her his finger to hold )

୨୧ whenever peter holds her in his arms, she almost doesn’t look real! ever since she was a baby, she looks more like a little porcelain doll rather than a real child due to their major difference in size and build

♡ but it’s so so so cute! he loves holding her because she’s just lighter than a feather to him

୨୧ she especially loves being placed on his shoulders because she says it makes her feel like a princess riding a big horse or tamed dragon

♡ taking her to type o negative concerts is always a trip! people backstage will immediately know who she’s related to the second they lay eyes on her, connecting her to the frontman within a split second due to how much she resembles peter

୨୧ you’ll often stand to the side of the stage, backstage and protected, your daughter held on your hip with soundproof headphones placed over her small and sensitive ears and yet she’ll still softly bob her head to the extremely muffled music making it through

♡ peter will usually dedicate a song to her, often her favourite one or one he wrote for her, and blow a kiss to the both of you as she catches it in her small hand and excitedly waves to him with a cheeky smile on her face

୨୧ speaking of a song he wrote for her, he absolutely has at least one song wrote about and for her!

♡ he probably wrote it when she was a newborn, during one of the many early nights where he had been awoken by her high pitched cries and went to comfort her whilst making sure you got your well deserved rest

୨୧ he wrote it on a notepad whilst sitting in a chair in her nursery after putting her back to sleep, looking up from the notepad every couple of minutes to admire his baby girl as she slept peacefully in her crib

♡ yeah, his perfect little girl was the most deserving of a song in her name

୨୧ he’ll always make sure that the backstage staff have juice boxes and snacks for her too! it’s the thing at the very top of the list for essentials that the band will need for a show

♡ peter will absolutely let your daughter colour in his tattoos if she wanted to!

୨୧ you’ll probably be cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or something and she’ll come running up to you two with a box of coloured markers, speaking in a rushed and excited tone whilst climbing up onto the couch, with a lot of help from her papa

♡ both you and peter give a laugh at how excited she is before peter gently ruffles her hair, letting her take his arm onto her lap and start colouring, admiring her with a loving look in his eyes

“ hm? oh! ‘s looking good, sweetpea! wow, look at that, you’ve stayed in the lines so well! ” ( she really hasn’t but it’s his baby girl, she can do no wrong )

୨୧ to be honest, he’d probably get a tattoo of one of her drawings!

♡ he’d give her a piece of paper and tell her to draw something cool and pretty before giving a piece to you too, asking you to write your name and get her to write her own when she’s done with her drawing

୨୧ within the week, peter has a messy dragon doodle and your and her name tattooed on his body, her name being a mere cute little chicken scrawl

♡ your daughter loves trying to scare her papa, always creeping up behind him whilst he writes some lyrics on a notepad or jumping out from behind a curtain as he walks by

୨୧ but of course, it never actually scares peter… he heard her tiny shoes tapping against the floor as she crept up behind him and her muffled giggles as she tried to hide them behind her hand

♡ and of course, he saw her outline behind the curtain and her fluffy socked feet were completely uncovered

୨୧ but he makes sure she doesn’t know that, he always puts on a spooked face and an over exaggerated gasp before kneeling down slightly and taking her into his arms as she giggles up a storm, proclaiming how she got him

“ you sure did get me, sweetpea! how didn’t i hear you, huh? you must’ve been floating like a ghost! my little ghost, hm? ” ( is lying really all that bad if it makes his baby girl show him that bright, beautiful little smile? )

♡ peter will always let her play with his hair!

୨୧ she wants to decorate it with an assortment of “ girly ” clips? go for it! he has no problem with it at all, he’ll sit on the floor in front of the couch whilst she sits on it behind him, so that there isn’t a major difference in height

♡ you and your daughter both love making his hair “ pretty ” and peter just loves seeing a smile on both of your faces, you’ll help her pick the prettiest clips and share beaming smiles with peter <3

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Peter Steele x Witch Reader 🐈‍⬛🧹🌙

Of course he would date a witch

He def asks if you could put a curse on someone he hates

One of the things he loves about you is your spiritual bond with nature and anger at seeing it being disrespected. Peter is also a huge nature lover and finds any woman who shares the same feelings/values so attractive

He’s always hugging you from behind while watching as you prepare a potion in your cauldron. He just thinks you look so gorgeous when your deep into your work

He was curious once about trying to drink from it like soup and you had to stop him

He asked if he could make a killer drink out of it and you just gave him a deadpan “what do you think” look

You and Peter often go on long rides together through the forest, just basking in each others company. He would gladly let you take his hand, drag him away deep into the dark woods to escape from the world, and let him worship you forever

Obviously you have a sick sense of humor like Peter

In an interview, someone asked how you manage to stay looking so young and you replied “by eating fetuses”

Your both getting cancelled

Peter jokingly asks you why your skin isn’t green despite being a witch, which would honestly match with Type O’s green aesthetic

The other band members really like you and find you so cool. They ask the same stupid questions as Peter (can you curse someone for them? Why aren’t you green? Where’s your broom stick? Can you shape shift?)

They (along with Peter) always go to you for remedies to help with hangovers

He really wants you to put a spell on him that’ll bind him to you as your forever faithful servant (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t)

Will bring you literally anything you need/want. Need ingredients for a new potion? He’s on it. Need a specific type of marker to draw a summoning circle with? He’s on it. Need someone to take your familiar to the vet? He’s on it!

Hell, he’ll even offer himself as a sacrifice

He just loves petting and cuddling with your familiar (especially if it’s a cat)

There are backstage videos of you dressed up like the wicked witch of the west and chasing the band around as they laugh at you doing your best impression

Peter LOVES reading old European texts with you or just listen to you read them out loud, especially if their about ancient magic

Sometimes he wonders if you know all these historical accounts because you read a lot like him, or if maybe you’ve lived through them and are much older than you appear

He also enjoys listening to you explain the scientific properties behind the spells and potions you create. Even witch magic uses science

You’re such a beautiful mystery to him. He writes so many songs about you and your love

Your also a pretty terrifying force to be reckoned with when you feel you need to be, and he finds it so arousing

You can easily turn on an aura of darkness that leaves everyone around you suddenly feeling anxious without knowing why. Peter just feels immediate lust

Imagine if the jokes about Peter being a vampire were true. Then you really are the ultimate goth couple lmao