#samoth x reader

[child0feden]

KINKY BUSINESS

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader - vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan x reader - tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader

- nsfw headcanons for some kinks i think the emperor members would have!

i love these men so much! might write a part two of this for the other members <3

- view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: the chosen ones by massemord - temptation and pleasure by anal vomit

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

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

KNIFEPLAY

- bård is definitely one of the more gentle members of emperor but that does not mean he is just an innocent little angel, absolutely not! not at all… it just means he is very careful with all of his kinks and he is very mindful of just how rough he gets during sex

✩ he really loves holding his little pocket knife right up to your jugular whilst fucking into you from behind, he always makes sure to hold own his thumb just under the sharp blade so that it does not actually have even a slight chance of cutting into your flesh…

THREESOMES

- these casual and very frequent threesomes mostly happen with either vegard or tomas! they are the two people who bård is the closest to in life and they are the two people who he feels would actually be able to treat you almost as well as he does

✩ a lot of the time, these threesomes take place after concerts! with the three of you going back to your and bårds shared apartment as an innocent little trio and then it just kind of happens… they are usually spurred on by you and bård sloppily making out and getting overly handsy in front of vegard or tomas, you feeling bad about it, asking if he maybe wants to join the two of you for an intimate night together and him never refusing… because are you crazy? he would be insane to ever say no to you

- they almost always either spit roast you or they do double penetration with you riding bård as vegard or tomas thrusts into you from behind whilst their cocks brutalise your cunt, they hold your neck in their hand and tilt your head back towards them just to shove their tongue into your warm mouth whilst bård is a complete mess under you…

FILMING

- well, we all know how much bård just loves his snuff horror movies right? so why would he not make his own little movie with you? even if his movie with you is definitely not classified as a horror movie

✩ bård has his own little handheld camcorder that he either holds in one of his hands whilst fucking into you as you lay back on your shared bed or he props the camera up somewhere on your bedside table to capture the sight of both you and him as you ride his cock… or sometimes even to capture the sight of three of you because bård definitely wants to watch some of those threesomes with vegard or tomas back! he absolutely loves when you look directly into the camera lens, your pupils all blown out with a beyond fucked out look on your heated face

- he labels the vhs tapes with a black marker, usually titling the homemade porno tapes some really corny porn mock title of his favourite horror movies… he just thinks it is funny…

VEGARD “ IHSAHN ” TVEITAN ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

WAXPLAY

- vegard is extremely similar to bård in the way that he is very gentle during sex with you but he is still very kinky!

✩ he absolutely adores lighting a crimson red wax candle and slowly fucking into you whilst waiting for it to burn a substantial amount of wax… when there is eventually enough red wax collected in the top of the candle, he will stop thrusting much to your more than clear displeasure and lean over your naked body to grab the still burning candle from your wooden bedside table

- vegars pours the wax at a slow snails pace for the first couple of heavy drips, he wants to ease your mind and your body into the sharp heat and just gets progressively more generous with the drips as time goes on, resuming his deep thrusts into you at a faster pace and admiring the way your mouth drops open to release pained yet pleasured moans as the red candle wax delivers stern burn after stern burn to the previously unmarked flesh of your stomach and your upper chest…

BREEDING

- if any of the emperor band members were going to have a breeding kink, i just know for sure that it would be vegard…

✩ vegard can really see himself settling down with you in the near future, he can really see himself living in a beautiful house with you and having a real family to love and cherish with you

- obviously he does not actually want a kid right now, at least not for the most part! but sometimes when the two of you are almost completely lost in a storm of lust whilst having sex, it just kind of comes over him and overtakes him! vegard gets almost primal and realises there is little to no stronger way to lay his claim on you than putting his child inside of you! and gosh, he thinks you would look so beautiful whilst pregnant with his baby, he thinks you would look so beyond perfect carrying his little baby inside of you and your shared friend group would have to just watch as you grow his child knowing they have always wanted a shot with you and now they have no absolutely chance at all… it just really gets him going and almost clouds his judgement as well as his rationality…

period sex

♡ he LOVES fucking you on your period, so so so much…

୨୧ not only does he get to take away some of your pain ( orgasms taking away period pain is the greatest gift i’ve ever received in my life ) but he gets to see his cock completely coated in your warm, crimson red blood as he thrusts in and out of your cunt <3

♡ the sight is enough to keep him hard for SO long even after he’s came multiple times so you usually go for a lot of rounds when you’re on your period, at least until you get sensitive and physically can’t handle anymore… if he’s still hard when this happens you usually just suck him off

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ TOMAS “ SAMOTH ” HAUGEN

gunplay

♡ i mean, we’ve all seen that picture of him with the revolver, right? i just know he LOVES gunplay…

୨୧ he’d take so much pleasure in teasing you with it! slowly dragging the cold steel barrel across your nipples, down your stomach and dipping the tip just under the hem of your underwear

♡ he likes having his finger on the trigger too, even though there’s no bullets inside the revolver it still gives you both a thrill seeing his finger placed on it… he loves fucking you with the barrel too, sliding it in and out of you, watching as it gets covered in your wetness, making the steel shine as you writhe and moan

bondage

♡ i feel like this goes one for all of the members but in different ways!

୨୧ samoth is definitely the roughest and most dominant member, he ties you up to restrict you, to have power over you, he couldn’t care less if you’re getting rope burn as he roughly thrusts into you slowly yet so hard… he’ll only care about it if you use your safe word or during aftercare

♡ he doesn’t just do the casual tie your hands to the bed frame bondage either, he loves the full body bondage stuff like hogties, the kind of bondage that will really keep you restricted and at his mercy <3

public sex

♡ i feel like he’s also the most confident and unafraid member of emperor, the one that cares the absolute least about consequences…

୨୧ he especially likes fucking you in cemeteries, wether it’s during the day or night, he doesn’t really care, he’ll take you on top of a grave anytime… you guys don’t get fully undressed though, usually it’s just him unbuttoning his leather pants, pulling them down just enough to slip his cock out and you lifting your skirt, pulling off your underwear ( the rare times you actually wear them anyways, he prefers easy access at all times ) and handing them to him for him to pocket!

♡ to any people passing by, at first it might just look like two people in a heated make out session with him on top of you but if they look for a minute longer and really listen, they’d see his hips jutting, the way your heels dig into his back and your shared breathy moans <3

[princess-lvcifer]

five is a crowd

ihsahn/samoth/faust/preg!reader • +5K • angst/fluff/humor/implied smut

summary: reader is in a poly situationship with almost all Emperor members and she gets pregnant by one of them

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if something's weird expressed. Esto es más gracioso en español asique si hablas español ya sabes: 🇪🇸 Crossposted on my AO3: 𖤐

Also sorry if not but here you're going to be a skinny legend like me.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

She didn't know how because she had taken precautions, but it had happened: She was pregnant by Vegard, Tomas or Bård. When had it happened? The time she had sex with all three at the same time, or one of the many times she had sex with only one of them? All she knew was that she hadn't had a period for two months.

She wanted to have it, but didn't know how to announce the news. In the end she plucked up the courage and gathered the three of them in the flat where she lived alone, a small flat but at that moment it was enough for just her. The three greeted her with a kiss as soon as she opened the door: Bård was the first to enter and greeted her with a quick kiss on the lips, Tomas was the second and kissed her on the cheek, and last but not least Vegard, who stood up to put one of his hands on her shoulder and one on her cheek to kiss her on the head.

"How have you been?" asked the vocalist after that gesture. He seemed too interested to know how she had been, but she didn't think anything of it.

"Well, come on in," she said as she closed the door and waved her arm, pointing to the living room. "Sit on the sofa."

Said and done, and she was standing in front of them. When she called them in they thought it would be for another crazy afternoon of sex all together considering the last time was quite fun, but seeing how restless she was they quickly knew something was wrong.

"I have something VERY important to tell you," she said seriously, clasping her hands around herself for comfort and support. Seeing that they said nothing and waited anxiously for her to announce whatever she had to announce, she decided to break the news once and for all: "I'm pregnant, and one of you is the father."

Bård's and Tomas's eyes widened as they separated their backs from the couch, and Vegard fixed his expressionless gaze on a fixed point on the floor, arms and legs crossed and back still leaning back against the couch.

"What!?" asked Bård, clearly surprised. And how could he not be?

"I told you so," said Vegard, and all eyes went to him.

"What do you mean, "I told you so"?" she asked with a frown, and he finally looked at her.

"Because you've been looking prettier lately," he said causing a blush to appear on her face, still confused and surprised. "Also because you haven't had alcohol in weeks," he added calmly, and she understood his behaviour better a few minutes before. "Speaking of alcohol, you owe me a beer each," he said to his bandmates, making it clear that they had even made a bet.

"But we used condoms all the time," Bård said confused and surprised.

"Accidents happen," she shrugged, "probably one would be broken or broke on the spot," she clarified.

"Are you sure it belongs to one of us?" Bård asked.

"Fuck man, I'm a slut but not that much. I only fuck you guys," she said half jokingly and half seriously, and he raised his arms in self-defence, as if he was a criminal surrendering to being caught at the scene of a crime.

"And... What are you going to do?" Tomas asked what everyone was dying to ask, what everyone was dying to find out.

"I want to have it... I know it's a difficult situation as we are young, neither of us is my partner formally, neither of us have money to spare and we can't know who the father is until the baby is born, but even if the father doesn't want to be in my life or the baby's life I will understand. I can raise it with the help of my family. I have only told you this because I think you have a right to know and so that you will understand me these months."

"I'll support you, whether you want me to or not," said Vegard seriously, pulling his back away from the sofa and settling in.

"So will I," Bård hastened to say.

"And me too, I will do my best," said Tomas.

"Really?" She asked with a mixture of emotions inside her as her eyes watered — she was surprised, confused and touched that the three of them supported her, though she didn't know to what extent they intended to. Did they support her only in her decision, in the pregnancy, or would they support her in the support and upbringing of the baby as well? She didn't want to ask the latter, she was afraid of the answer. In time she would find out.

"Of course," Vegard replied. "I think I speak for everyone when I say we love you."

"Thank you," she said starting to cry, and they all got up to hug her. "I love you too, very much."

She made it clear that the only people who knew were her closest family and best friends, and that she didn't want anyone else to know for the moment — she wanted to wait, to announce it after the first trimester.

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Although the fantasy of not knowing who the biological father was so that all her parents would be equal and none of them would be left out was quite nice, they all knew that as soon as she was born they would have to find out who her biological father was: both the baby and she would have to know his origin because of possible hereditary diseases, and it would be confusing for the child to have three fathers and three paternal families. It would also be confusing for the rest of society and for her in-laws, who didn't yet know that their children were going to be fathers. They planned to tell once the baby was born, as much of a surprise as it was, and the other two would be the godparents. Not that they didn't want to tell them, but how could they explain the situation so that they would understand and respect them? Both they and she feared they would be treated badly as they were older, more traditional and protective of their children, with good reason. (Also, to be honest, the idea of having six in-laws terrified the young woman).

They couldn't live with her completely, and she couldn't live with them — they had to live with Terje to rehearse often, and that was no environment for a pregnant woman and a mother-to-be with a baby to live in. They had to have their space as a band, and both she and the baby would need silence and quiet. Still, whether it was just one or two or all three of them, from time to time they would go to her house, whether it was for a quick visit, a sleepover or a few days.

Before the announcement, all three liked her and didn't hide it among themselves or in front of anyone. All three had sex with her, they knew it and didn't feel jealous about it. But as time went on, added to the fact that the three of them started to fall in love with her, and the fact that she was probably pregnant with their baby, the three of them started to fall in love with her. They started a competition to win her heart, although it was a healthy rivalry.

Despite not saying "I love you" for fear of not receiving an "I love you too" all three made it clear that they loved her with other words and their actions. So did she, despite not saying "I love you" when alone with one for fear of deluding or confusing him, or saddening and angering the other two when they found out she had said such a thing.

She also wanted to formalise the relationship but at the same time she was afraid to have that conversation; she just assumed that they were already dating because they behaved as such, although since she hadn't talked to them, technically they were free to leave her without explanation and go with someone else, an idea that was beginning to terrify her more and more every day. She felt she had no right to ask them for exclusivity and to be jealous. She felt selfish.

It was one day, when Tomas hinted that he should get a proper job to help her financially while they were alone at home, that the conversation came up. Whenever one of them (especially Vegard) started hinting that he should get a regular job to help her with the baby, she always replied "If you leave Emperor, I'll leave you" because she didn't want either of them to give up their dream.

"Oh, so we're dating," Tomas said once with a sly smile after she had said such a thing, resting his hips and hands on the kitchen table.

"Sure, isn't it obvious?" she asked with a shrug, standing in front of him.

"Well, not so much, neither has asked the other and you've got two others behind you..." He shrugged now, a little more seriously as she sighed deeply.

"...Sometimes this is very easy, and sometimes it's very complicated..." she said wearily.

"Yeah... We don't have examples to go by."

"I feel that if we put labels on it, it's easier to do harm, and I don't want anyone to suffer..." She said apologetically as she shook her head. "I know it's weird and greedy of me," she said as her eyes began to water, "but I love all three of you because all three of you are wonderful and important to me, and I want all three of you to be my boyfriends, but I also want me to be your only girlfriend," she said as her voice began to crack. "I couldn't blame you if you got tired of this and went off with someone else."

"Hey no, it's fine," he said worriedly as he pushed himself away from the table and moved closer to her to put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you see that we care about that much? If that were true we would have left sooner, don't you think?"

"I don't know," she answered as she wept and shook her head.

"Well, I do. It's true that sometimes we compete to stand out and for your attention but we're not going to kill each other until there's only one of us left standing, not because we don't love you but because we're friends and we love each other too. Maybe not so much as to bust each other's asses," she gave him a little smack on the chest trying not to laugh, "but you know what I mean."

It cheered the young girl up and also made her laugh, which often happened in serious moments or when Tomas tried to cheer her up. It partly annoyed her that he made her laugh when she pretended to be serious or angry, but for the most part she loved it and was grateful to him for being like that and always bringing a smile to her face at times when she needed to smile the most.

"Don't cry, okay?" He asked her as he pulled her close to his chest to finally hug her, "You look so ugly when you cry."

"What a fool you are," she said as she laughed and cried at the same time, hugging him tightly as he kissed the top of her head.

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With Vegard she used to go shopping for (or rather, just to look at) gothic clothes and jewellery, they watched romantic films she suggested, he dedicated songs to her, wrote her poems and love letters, took pictures of her, said compliments all the time and called her princess. And he wanted to take her to romantic dinners, but there was hardly any money and he wanted to save for when the baby was born.

"Never mind the plan or the food," she said opening a bag of crisps with her back against Vegard's chest, who had his back against the old grave in a cemetery they were visiting one morning, "it's the company that matters."

"But I want to give you the best..." He wrapped his arms and legs around her, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

"Don't be silly, I'm a simple girl, we don't need to go to a fancy restaurant. I'm already happy like this, here with you," that made the young man smile, who gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her tighter while she offered him the bag to take a french fry.

With Tomas she used to go to history and art museums, watch documentaries on those subjects with him, go to the library to get books, and take walks in nature holding hands where what they heard the most was their laughter, as they made each other laugh a lot.

"Do you think they are exploring their bodies?" Tomas asked her in a whisper, as they were cuddled up in her bed and the other two were outside the bedroom, in the living room using the sofa-bed they had just got so all of them could sleep comfortably in her house. Instantly she burst out laughing, and sure the other two heard it from outside even though the door was closed.

"Yeah, Bård is probably kissing Vegard right now, just like this," she said leaning in to kiss him on the lips as they both smiled, putting her hand on his cheek and stroking it with her thumb.

"Mm, good for him then," he said before kissing her again and changing position, settling down on top of her.

With Bård she used to watch scary movies either at his house or in Helvete — she often went to visit him in the shop, and they read comics and magazines together. When neither of them didn't feel like doing anything they would just cuddle together in silence or listen to music. Also, as he was Øystein's best friend, she had the privilege of being able to go to Mayhem rehearsals from time to time, where she would sit on his lap, teasing him. He was the easiest to warm up to and the most passionate.

They both excused themselves for a moment and locked themselves in the bathroom while said band rehearsed, wanting to calm their physiological needs. He was sitting on the toilet seat with his hands on her waist, and she was on top of him holding tightly to his shoulders as they both cummed and moaned without shame or fear of being heard, as it was impossible to be overheard while Necrolust was playing in the other room.

"Fuck, I never want to wear a condom again in my life," he said breathing heavily and throwing his head back after cumming inside her — that was a perk of having a pregnant girlfriend, and he had quickly gotten used to it. "It feels so good..." he added, and she laughed as she too tried to catch her breath.

In general she did a lot of things with the three of them and had tastes in common with all of them, but each one was unique and excelled in certain areas — Vegard was very responsible and romantic, Tomas was very funny and Bård was very passionate. Not that the others were not responsible, romantic, funny or passionate — but each one was different. She loved them more and more every day and couldn't bring herself to walk away from any of them.

When they finally broke the news to the rest of the inner circle they were all surprised, but congratulated. Still, the reaction she was most worried about was Terje's. She worried that he would take a dim view of her. She was worried that he would think bad of her, that he would speak ill of her behind her back and in front of them and others trying to turn them against her, that he would compare her to Yoko Ono or Nancy Spungen... She didn't want to be a busybody or cause trouble — that's why she didn't go to rehearsals even if they invited her and insisted, she just went to their concerts, helped them with make-up backstage and go to after parties.

"And what about when the baby is born?" he asked in confusion when they gathered him together to tell him the news. The only thing that was a surprise to him was the pregnancy, he already knew that everyone was in love with her and had a relationship with her, more formal every day.

"It won't change anything," she hastened to assure him, shaking her head, "you won't miss them, they won't miss any rehearsals or recordings and you can go on giving all the concerts you want."

"And what about you?" Bård asked turning his neck quickly towards her. "To look after the baby alone?" he asked almost offended because he thought the idea was so stupid.

"I can manage a few hours on my own looking after a baby — all they do is sleep, suck tits and shit. And if I need help I can go to my family or a friend, don't worry so much about me and worry about your band."

She wanted to get it into his head and the rest of them to take the band seriously and not give up on Terje and their dreams for her and the baby, apart from the fact that, although sometimes she was touched by the fact that they cared so much about her and appreciated it, other times she hated that they were so on top of her — she felt overwhelmed, she felt that they saw her as a porcelain doll that was going to break at any moment and in reality she was a strong and independent woman in many ways, despite having three boyfriends.

The moment she closed her mouth and everything fell silent she realised how serious and annoying she had sounded without meaning to, and she regretted it.

"...Well," Bård whispered averting his gaze, trying to sound unbothered by the answer he received and grimacing, unconsciously raising his eyebrows.

"Well, then..." Terje shrugged subtly, a little uncomfortable with the scene and still trying to process it all. "Congratulations to everyone, I guess," he congratulated with a forced, awkward smile.

"Thank you," said Vegard with a slight nod.

"And have you thought of any names yet?" asked the bassist trying to change the subject of conversation, but not to a too abrupt one — one that was still related to the news he had just received and that wasn't a too personal and invasive question, like "And what do your families think about it?"

The four of them were walking down the street, back to her flat in the evening. They weren't talking about anything specific, and Bård was suspiciously silent after the pregnant woman's reply. There was a certain tension in the air, and Vegard and Tomas gave them space to talk, walking faster to leave them behind and pretending to talk about something important between them. The other two understood them quickly.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to be so rude before," she said apologetically walking beside him, holding her own hands nervously and seeking comfort. "It just came out that way," she shrugged. "I'm so grateful to you and the rest, you're wonderful and I couldn't ask for anything more, but I really don't want you to give up your dreams for me when I can manage on my own."

"I know, but... I don't want you to be alone," he said sadly, crossing his arms as they began to slow their steps. "I want to be a good father and a good husband."

The pregnant woman's eyes opened like vinyls at that last word and all her blood rushed to her cheeks. Husband. She had never discussed marriage with them, the idea made her nervous because it would mean choosing one, just one. After assimilating, or rather, ignoring what she had just heard and a pause in which she swallowed saliva, she decided to speak again.

"I won't be alone, I have my family and my friends, I've said that before."

"It's not the same," he said even more saddened.

"I know, but..." she said in the same tone, pausing the conversation trying to find the right answer and understanding perfectly what he was referring to: his parents' divorce. "The baby won't notice you're not there."

"But you will," he replied and there was another pause.

"I'll be fine knowing you're doing what you love. Just don't worry about anything, okay?" she asked taking his hand and gently bumping her body against his.

"Okay," he said bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it, and then he leaned down and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips.

As they approached each other Vegard put his right arm around Bård's shoulders, and Tomas put his left arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

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More weeks went by and her belly grew bigger and bigger, and seeing her doctors confused to see her turn up at every doctor's appointment with a new boy was quite funny, their faces of confusion and surprise were priceless.

"Do you want to know what it is?" asked her gynaecologist while she was doing an ultrasound after telling them that everything was fine. The couple looked at each other waiting for the other's answer.

"Don't look at me," he shrugged, "you're the one who decides," he added and she laughed.

"Yes please," she replied looking back at her gynaecologist.

"What do you want it to be?" she asked.

"I don't care, I'll love it anyway," said Vegard.

"Me too but I'd prefer a girl, to be honest," she said slightly embarrassed, and the gynaecologist began to laugh.

"It's a girl, congratulations."

The couple looked at each other smiling from ear to ear, she had to stifle a scream and he couldn't stop himself from leaning over to kiss her.

She wanted to tell her family the news in person, and they wanted to meet their future sons-in-law once and for all, so it was time to introduce them.

She was sitting quietly on the sofa in their house, reading a metal magazine while the others were off grooming themselves, stressing out.

"Are you done already or what?" she asked wearily, craning her neck back and sliding down the sofa, putting the magazine aside.

"Not yet!" Vegard answered from the bathroom, in front of the mirror as he pulled his hair into a ponytail. To his right was Tomas removing his black nail polish with acetone.

"Get out!" said a stressed Bård, whose nerves were taking too much of a toll on his belly.

"God, and then they say about women," she said half jokingly and half seriously, and Terje, who was sitting on another sofa also with a magazine, snorted through his nose.

They put away the satanic star jewellery and the metal shirts, despite her telling them that her family were already used to such things for her and that they wouldn't freak out, that they should just be themselves.

They were finally ready and it was time for them to go to her parents' house, where they would eat. The three of them felt like they were going to the battlefield, they felt like their hearts were going to burst out of their chests and maybe other things elsewhere (especially in Bård's case) — she was the first girlfriend they had ever had, so they had never had in-laws and they had never met their in-laws before. She assured them that her family were all lovely and that they had nothing to fear, but still they couldn't help but be nervous.

Luckily she didn't exaggerate when she said that her family was charming — her mother and little sister gave each of them two kisses as soon as they were greeted at the front door, and her father gave them a friendly handshake. They thought perhaps she had paved the way by putting in a good word for them, and wondered what she said about each of them. They were welcomed with open arms and all three tried hard to make a good impression, and succeeded.

"What about the next one?" asked her best friend when they met one night in a bar with more people from the scene, being the first to arrive and waiting for their boyfriends and other friends to arrive.

"One is enough for now," she replied. "This one hasn't even been born yet and you're already asking me about the next one?" she asked laughing and raising an eyebrow.

"One boyfriend isn't enough for you, but one child is enough?" asked her best friend in the same tone.

"We are a big family, but not in a traditional sense."

To be honest, she was afraid that as soon as the two future godparents knew that the baby wasn't theirs, they would look for a bride who only had eyes for them and who would assure them of a child with their blood. She thought maybe she could get pregnant again and give them each a child, but having three children seemed too tedious for her and she couldn't see herself supporting three children on her salary alone and what little they were earning at the time with the band.

At one point a guy approached her trying to flirt with her by offering her a bottle of beer, which surprised her: between the bad lighting of the place, the table that covered her torso and the huge sweatshirt she was wearing on loan from Vegard that covered her growing belly she understood that he didn't see that she was pregnant, but even before she started dating them they didn't usually approach her with those intentions.

"Oh, I don't drink, I'm pregnant, but thanks anyway," she said kindly.

"Oh," the boy exclaimed without thinking, surprised and scanning her up and down quickly, "do you have a boyfriend?"

"Actually, I have three," she said holding back her laughter, and as she said so three figures behind him coming through the bar door caught her attention and made her grin from ear to ear. "Look, here they come," she said nodding her head behind him, and he turned to look at them as she got up to approach them to greet them with hugs and kisses. He paled and walked away.

"Who was that?" Tomas asked after kissing her, not clearly jealous but not thrilled either.

"Nobody, he was trying to hit on me," she said waving her hand, playing it down. "I've already made it clear to him that he didn't stand a chance."

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She and Tomas were in bed, cuddling and kissing. That night it was his turn to sleep with her in her bed, and the other two on the sofa-bed in the living room. The atmosphere was getting warm, and he turned on the lamp on the bedside table and took off his shirt, then tried to take off the sweatshirt she was wearing, but she stopped him.

"Don't you want to?" he asked stopping to kiss her, worried that she might be tired.

"No, it's not that," she shook her head in a whisper.

"Are you cold?" he asked worriedly, grabbing the sheet to cover her.

"It's just that I'm fat," she dared to say embarrassed and uncomfortable, her eyes watering. She had been feeling strange and uncomfortable in her body for some time because of so many sudden changes.

"No no honey, you make my cock fat," he said half jokingly and half seriously, and this made her laugh.

"Fool," she said punching him in the chest. "You're lying."

"No. And even if I were, it would be a white lie to make you feel better," he said almost without thinking and shrugging his shoulders, and this was confirmation to her that she was — that she was fat and that he was lying. She began to cry, got up from the bed and left the room, looking to others for opinion and comfort.

"What's wrong?" Vegard asked worriedly getting out of bed, and Bård did the same.

"I'm fat," she announced crying.

"Of course, you're pregnant," Bård replied holding in his laughter as he shrugged his shoulders, and Vegard gave him the evil eye and gave him a not very gentle slap on the arm to shut him up. "Ow!"

"What the hell did you say to her?" Vegard asked seriously to Tomas who came out of the bedroom behind her while the vocalist got out of bed to go with her to hug her.

"I told her she wasn't fat, she told me I was lying, I told her no and that even if it was a lie it would be a white lie," the guitarist replied stressed.

"You too..." said Vegard while hugging her. "Come on come on, that's it princess."

"Have you ever seen a pregnant woman before?" Bård asked his girlfriend half jokingly and half seriously, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Didn't you know you were going to get like this, or did you think a stork was coming?" The other two weren't too amused, but were internally grateful that he was trying to cheer her up with humour.

"Of course I did, but it's a very sudden change and I look very strange!"

"But you look beautiful, my love," said Tomas approaching them, and Vegard separated from her so that now it was his best friend who cheered her up. He said "Thank you" with silent lips, "How can you not look beautiful? You're carrying our baby. Your change is natural and temporary. I didn't mean what I said before, I'm so sorry," he said hugging her, and she accepted the gesture. "I didn't mean to offend you, you know I don't like to see you cry."

Her hormones were raging, anything could make her cry, and it didn't help her nerves that the baby was getting closer every day, as her belly was getting bigger and bigger. She could already feel her kicking and turning, settling in and getting ready to go out soon to meet them. They were almost ready to receive her, the only thing left to do was to get the house ready.

The three of them scanned the creature's face, not with the intention of seeing features that resembled them, but out of genuine curiosity, interest and love. They considered her the most beautiful thing in the world next to her mother.

"Here are your daddies, my child!" she exclaimed in a whisper, smiling from ear to ear.

For the moment, she could still say that she belonged to all four of them — they had not yet done any kind of test, but it was only a matter of time before they could register her with her biological father's surname. In the meantime, they would enjoy the moment.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

A/N: I decided not to give details of the timeline, not to narrate the crimes, to leave the ending open and not to narrate who the biological father is. If you want to imagine that they did commit crimes or that they will commit them even if they have a daughter fine, and if you want to imagine that they didn't that's fine too. Tell me which of the three was your favourite and who the biological father is for you.

If you want an angsty second part where Bård's the father, read this

[funeral-division]

💋MISSING YOU💋

Pairing: Vegard Ihsahn x Fem!Reader

Synopsis After coming to the terms that your boyfriend will be leaving for 4 days due to a gig, you try to beg him to stay which eventually leads to a passionate time spent in the bedroom

Warning/s: No use of Y/N, brief angst, smut, fluff, mention of pet names in Norsk, p in v, implied breeding kink, mention of drinking, reader's first time, slight degradation, squirting.

"Please!" You plead up innocently, tugging on his shirt. Ihsahn looks into your eyes. His gaze grows dark with frustration as he sighs.

“We have discussed this princess. The road is no place for a beautiful woman like you.” He grabs you by the arm and pulls you back against him. Ihsahn cups your face with slender fingers, drawing you into a passionate kiss. “You don’t understand how much I would love to have you with me on the road. But this city is too dangerous for a beauty like you love, you wouldn’t be safe.”

"But you'll be with me" Ihsahn kisses you again, gently running his thumb down your cheek.

"You are quite hard to argue with, you know that? But you still can’t come along. You need to keep yourself safe. I’ll buy you a souvenir from Oslo.”

"I don't want a souvenir, I want to be with you!" He sighs heavily once more, releasing you from his grip.

“As much as I would love to take you with me, you have to accept that you cannot. Oslo is filled with the most wretched scum and villainy in all of Europe. They’d tear you apart the moment they laid eyes on you love. Just look into a mirror, you’re too beautiful for them.” His voice grows softer and almost remorseful. “And I won’t endanger someone so precious.”

You stare up with the most dejected expression whilst he wraps his arms around you, trying to soothe you.

“I’m sorry. You’ll understand someday. Oslo is filled with drugs. People that use them, deal them. There are pimps, and criminals, and murderers. I know you don’t want to believe that, and I hope you never have to. But for now, I need you stay safe love.”

"Who's gonna give me snuggles..?" You stare up, tears welling up inside your eyes. His lips curl into a wry smile.

“How can I resist that, huh?” Pulling you against him, Ihsahn gives you another kiss on the lips. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back love, okay?” He leans down, gently pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ll bring you home something from Oslo to show my love for you. Something nice, just for my beautiful, precious love. I think I’m leaving you with enough cash to get by in the meantime too, right love?” Ihsahn presses kisses all over your face. “Will you wait for me, my dear?”

"But I wanna be with you.." His tone grows a bit more stern, perhaps trying to teach his young girlfriend a lesson.

“This is the real world princess, there are things that you want but can’t have. I’m sorry I can’t take you with me. You have to accept that. Now, will you wait for me?” You just remain quiet and motionless, sniffling sadly with your head lowered. Ihsahn reaches into his trouser pocket, pulling out a wad of Norwegian kroner.

“Here’s some money. Enough to get you some food if you get hungry.” He cups your face and smiles. “I’ll be back before you know it my love. But promise me you won’t do anything stupid while I’m away. I don’t want to see you in any danger. Be good while I’m gone, okay princess?”

"But you still have 15 minutes!" You call out desperately once you see him try to turn away and head to the van. Faust watching with a sympathetic smile, Samoth smoking a cigarette and Tchort checking the equipment.

"You’re insatiable love, aren’t you?" Giving you a pat on the head with an amused chuckle, he holds you close under his arm. “Come with me my dear, I have one last gift for you before I go.”

You follow your love into his room. He pushes back his leather-bound journals on his writing desk, unearthing an expensive, jet black Gibson. He runs his fingers lightly over the fretboard and strings, as if he’s caressing the skin of an angel itself.

“This was my first guitar love. I don’t play it often anymore, but I keep it close to me. Here.” He places the guitar into your arms. “Keep this safe for me love. Don’t ever let it out of your sight.”

You coo up, holding the guitar tightly, as he catches your pleading yet innocent expression. Ihsahn sighs, a warm smile curls on his lips as he presses a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, you win. Here’s a few more.” He plants a flurry of kisses on your face, each more passionate, and deeper than the last. “That should be enough kisses to hold you over, right love?”

"You have the most adorable little pout, you know that?" Gently taking your chin, Ihsahn smiles adoringly at you. "The most beautiful woman in the world can’t handle waiting for her boyfriend. Do you think you can be a good girl while I’m gone?"

You coo out sadly, looking down before he sighs and sets you on the soft covers of the bed.

“Don’t be like that now love.” Taking your face in his hands, he presses a flurry of kisses on your face, neck, and all the way down your chest. Once he is finished he gives you a playful squeeze. “Good girls get their reward. You’ll get mine when I get back, okay princess?”

"But.. please" You put a little hand to his chest in desperation, staring up with a pained look.

“Please what love? Are my kisses and affection not enough for you? I’ve already promised you a reward when I get back, and an expensive gift. What more could you possibly want?”

"Please" You sniffle up again, this time slightly tugging on his band shirt and leather jacket, the many chain necklaces and spikes clinking together.

“Alright, you win. I’m starting to run out of time anyways, and it seems my love for this adorable, beautiful, and very persuasive girl can’t satisfy her.” He gently pushes you down onto the mattress beneath you, his lips locking with yours. “I’ll give you two more gifts. My touch, and myself.”

You let out a small squeal, momentarily forgetting about your sadness as your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, arms immediately travelling to cling to his shoulders.

“You’re so warm love. So sweet, and pure. It’s a shame to leave you for a few days. But that will make the reward for a good girl that much sweeter, huh?” His voice grows deeper, his kisses and touch more passionate. Ihsahn runs his hand along your side, squeezing gently at your waist.

Ihsahn kisses your collarbone, and your neck. The way he touches you feels so genuine, so passionate, so pure. You can feel the love in his motions as he kisses down to your chest. Your boyfriend slowly slides you out of your shirt, and his tongue glides up your chest as you arch your back reflexively.

"Remember when we first met?" You giggle up breathlessly. Ihsahn chuckles warmly, his eyes half-lidded with passion.

“I will never forget the moment I met an angel. My first thought was ‘I wonder how she tastes’."

He moved a little closer, feeling the heat of the room and the alcohol intoxication slowly penetrating the body.

"I think you're very pretty and interesting.... May I have you for myself tonight and we talk in more private space?.." He moved a little closer, feeling the heat of the room and the alcohol intoxication slowly penetrating the body.

His voice sounded seductive, but also slightly nervous, as if he suddenly had a rush of hormones that he couldn't even resist. Despite his seemingly confident image, he remained just a shy teenager.

"I don't really fuck with people" You murmur, clearly out of it. Eyes dazed and glassy, just like a porcelain doll.

Vegard's smile quickly disappeared, his hand was still on your shoulder, but now his eyes looked at you with a slightly sad expression, but with all this he was able to calm his hormones and hide them into a "box"

He slightly lowered his head, now looking into your eyes. He was just about to pull his hand away when he realized something.

"And who exactly did you say that you didn't "fuck" with?" His voice sounded a little more serious, but that was his hormones talking.

You just stare up tiredly whilst batting your lashes. Smiling idiotically you sway shyly with your hands by your sides before flat out fainting.

Vegard barely managed to catch your body as you lost your balance, quickly carrying you away to the other room to put you on the nearest couch.

He was shocked by such a sudden situation, as all of his romantic fantasies and plans were shattered in a second, and he simply wanted to just lie down and die. However, he wasn't exactly about this. Vegard was smart and knew what to do in this situation.

"Hey! Hey!" He started patting you on the cheeks, kneeling down to meet you at your level. He was getting really nervous, not knowing if he should do something like "mouth-to-mouth" or not.

But, after all, he was afraid of giving you this intimate contact, so that only his hands were caressing your cheeks and talking to you to make you come to your senses.

"Darling, what the hell happened to you? Come on, wake up!" It's not until you let out an almost snort like sound, tossing does he calm down and stare at you with an almost dumbfounded expression.

Seeing how easily you began to sleep in an unfamiliar place and in the hands of an unfamiliar person, Vegal felt a strange sense of calmness like never before in his life. Sitting down next to you on the couch, he decided not to move from his place, and at the same time, he simply leaned his back on the back of the sofa, waiting for you to awake.

Vegard could not believe that he had managed to meet you by luck. He felt like this was the most beautiful and interesting person he had ever seen, which made something inside of his soul to burn.

He decided to be bolder and started holding your hand. He really wanted to feel you closer. His breathing was heavy, he closed his eyes, feeling a rush of hormones, and a slight feeling of happiness. In silence, he sat and just held your hand in his warm embrace.

His mind filled with the purest fantasies: a pleasant atmosphere, just you and him, slow music, and maybe some delicious food. He just wanted to hug you tight and not let go, to know that you are with him. His heart began to beat faster, he took a couple of shaky breaths, but continued to cling to your hand.

You were an angel...

"Ihsahn!" You snap him out his trance before he grins and deeply thrusts into you, causing a lewd squeal to part your lips. He chuckles at your sweet expression before pushing all of him in.

"That enough to last for 4 days?" He patronisingly pouts before hearing your soft whines of pain and immediately switching to an expression of concern. "Darling? Are you okay?"

"First time" You sniffle up and he mentally smacks himself. He lets you adjust to him, softly coaxing you down with sweet kisses.

"You okay, min kjærlighet?" He murmurs softly before he watches your pained expression morph into one of pleasure. His grin slowly widens pounding into you, and watching sweet giggles and gasps escape your lips as you cling tight to his chest.

You clench down like a vice, babbling incoherently as you look up with your glassy and unfocused eyes. He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead.

"Slow down, min kjære, jeg ikke forstår" He murmurs lowly into your ear as he watches you get all shy and red around him speaking his native tongue.

"STOP" You squeal out and he giggles devilishly before snapping his hips and watching you whine and strain out as you clench around him and cum quickly.

"I didn't know you were a squirter" He grins playfully before tucking you in bed with food, a blanket and medicine for your stomach.

"Goodbye, min engel, I'll be back before you know it" he watches you drift off to sleep before smiling sweetly to himself and going outside to the van.

"Min engel?" Faust snickers as soon as he gets to the van. They all heard it, obviously. However, no one said anything.

"Just shut up and drive" Faust rolls his eyes and places one hand on the gear stick and the other on the steering wheel.

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Signed: @Funeral-division

[mrsbarnesomg]

Distraction (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

 Request:  HI HUMAN ! Can i have a bucky request where the reader is buckys girlfriend and he's been on a mission for the past couple weeks and it's finally the day he's coming home and so she's pestering all the Avengers repeating herself and bouncing up and down going, "how about now? how about now? how about now?" and she's easily distracted so they keep getting annoyed and just handing her random objects like lucky charms or something silly? and it's just general fluff and humor? Thank you so much!!

Words: 2,794

Warnings: None

To say you were annoying was an understatement.

It’s not like you were a bother, or a pain to the other Avengers, you were annoying in a cute way. At least that’s what they decided once the pestering and nagging and bouncing had stopped. You were one of the younger Avengers and your personality showed it. You were bubbly, energetic, kind, fast, and most certainly saw the good in just about everyone.

Perhaps that’s why you ended up with Bucky Barnes, you didn’t care about what he did in his tragically sad past and you certainly brought a sense of positivity to his life. He had changed a lot over his time spent at the Avengers tower with the rest of the team; in a good way of course. You fell for his smile, it was near the beginning of his time at the tower when you saw him smiling with Steve and you caught a glimpse of the breathtaking smile.

From then on you were a nervous mess around him, you fell unusually quiet whenever he was in the same room and often because a stumbling mess of words that never made sense. You choked on your smoothie one morning when he scared you in the kitchen. It had only been you, him and Bruce home that morning as everyone else was on missions, running errands or out of town.

You were casually sipping your smoothie in the dark kitchen when he came in and turned on the light, you jumped and a large mouthful of smoothie got caught in your throat. This led to you dropping your drink, hitting your hip on the counter, and you were coughing while holding your hip while a chunk of your drink slid down your chest and stained your white shirt. It was embarrassing but once it was over you two started laughing together for what seemed like forever in the early hours of the morning.

Two weeks later you went on your first date together and you had been together ever since.

However during those years together, every time Bucky went on a mission longer than a weekend, you drove everyone crazy. You would pester and talk and prank and become so overly dramatic. Everyone knew you did it as a distraction, a way for time to go by quicker until you saw him again. You liked it better when he was not on some dangerous mission, you worried more than usual while he was away. What if HYDRA found him? What if he got hurt? What if he got kidnapped? What if he died?

The aching feeling in your chest while he was away felt like you were suffocating. So many things could happen, one thing could go wrong and he would be gone. The stress caused painful headaches and anxiety.

But today was not a stressful day, it was not a sad day or a painful day, it was a happy day. Bucky was coming home from a two week long mission and you couldn’t be more excited. Considering the mission was only supposed to take two days, this day was even more exciting.

For the rest of the Avengers, today was a long day. Today was the day that you would pester to no extent, and it all started at precisely 5:00am. 

“Wake up! Wake up! C’mon, wake up!” Sam cringed and covered his face with his pillow more, pressing it against his face to try to make the noise stop. His body bounced lightly as you stood on his bed jumping up and down. You were not a morning person, that was one thing you and Sam bonded most over; sleep.

So for you to be up before the sun had risen, and even before Steve went out for a run, was most certainly a surprise.

Sam groaned into his pillow, he was glad his face was being covered or else the bright overhead light of his room would certainly cause pain to his sleep filled eyes. The sun hadn’t even risen but yet you had opened all the curtains to his windows. 

“Sam! Sammy! Sams! Samother! Samillion! Sam, bam, dam, tam, pam, wam-” “What do you want, woman?!” Sam shouted into his pillow but it was muffled enough to not wake anyone else near Sam’s room. 

“Let’s go to breakfast! We could go to Panera, Starbucks, Ben’s, Harold’s Coffee, Strange Donuts-no! Let’s go to Steak and Shake! Wait no, we should go there for lunch, yeah lunch is better! Where do you wanna go? I don’t know where I wanna go - but oh my god, we could go to Denny's-” 

“No.”

“No? Okay well there’s always Russ and Daughters, I’ve never been there, I wonder if it’s good, do you think it’s good? Oh what about Kitchenette, I went there with Clint last week it was good-” 

“Time.” 

“Huh?”

“What’s the time?” 

“5:00am, bright and ear-”

“Get out.” 

“No need to be hasty-”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Only coffee! You want some, you need some, you’re grumpy-”

“How much coffee have you had?”

“Oh, only three cups-”

“Three cups?”

“I know, I need more-”

“It’s only five, how long have you been up?!”

“Mm, not for sure, I needed the energy-”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Oh I know! Let’s go to Big Daddy’s!” You giggled, you were still jumping on his bed trying to get him out of bed but also the caffeine that pumped through your veins caused you not to stop moving.

“Get out!” He grabbed one of the pillows he was using and tossed it in the direction of your voice. You only laughed, but he could hear it hit you. You jumped off his bed and landed with a thump before he could hear his door crack open.

“So no Big Daddy’s?”

“Out! I said out!” He threw another pillow and you giggled before slamming his door shut just in time as the pillow connected with where you previously were.

At 7:00am you scared the hell out of Clint.

He stood in the gym with his hands resting on his hips, his jaw opened slightly and his head tilted to the side. You were jumping, prancing, running, bouncing, waving your arms and chanting weird sayings that he was certain came from last night’s binge of Supernatural. 

“C’mon Clint, let’s go! Let’s do this! I got coffee and I’m ready to move my body!” You bounced from one foot to the other, flicking your wrists and occasionally sticking your butt out. “Let’s go, c’mon! Run, squat, jump, shoot, suffocate, let’s go!”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m moving my body.” You bent down and touched your toes, before springing upwards a crossing your arms over your body quickly.

“No. Just stop. Don’t even. I can’t.”

“Why, Clint? It’s go time, I have to stretch, you have to stretch, c’mon Clint let’s stretch! Let’s move our bodies!” You stuck your hands in the air as high as they could go and pointed your hands out like a ostrich's face while you did a low lunge with one of your legs.

“Are you...are you being possessed?”

“I’m moving my body.” You whispered it softly, but by the weird position you were doing and your wide eyes, it sounded creepy as all hell.

At 9am you were given food to stop talking.

“And then I was like, girl, and she was like, girl, and I was like, girl, and then she was like, girl. So I said, girl.” You were sitting on the kitchen island, your arms were pressed against the counter behind you as you leaned back slightly. Your legs swung in a swift motion as you talked quickly to Steve. 

Steve walked passed you and without a word set a box of Lucky Charms in your lap. You immediately stopped talking and grabbed the box of Lucky Charms, tearing it open and digging your hand through the halfway full box.

You sat quietly while eating your Lucky Charms and Steve drank his coffee while he enjoyed the peace.

Clint stood next to Steve, glaring at you as you dug through the box and only ate the marshmallows. “She’s just gonna eat all the marshmallows, Steve!”

“I know.” Steve took another large gulp of his much needed coffee.

“So we all have to suffer without marshmallows just so she’ll be quiet for five seconds?” Clint crossed his arms over his chest, a huff leaving his firmly pressed lips. “Without the marshmallows they’re basically Cheerios.”

“She’ll be busy for at least twenty minutes, are you really complaining?” Steve looked at Clint from the side, and Clint opened his mouth to speak before slamming it shut and rolling his eyes.  

At noon you danced with Scott in the living room.

“He says son can you play me a memory, I’m not really sure how it goes!” You sung at the top of your lungs while standing on top of the couch, you used a Wii remote as a microphone.

“But it’s sad and complete and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man’s clothes!” Scott sang his part while standing on the other couch. Piano Man blasted throughout the living room and could be heard throughout all of the living quarters.

Three minutes passed and you were singing a completely different genre of song.

“I just wanna have fun tonight!” You were now bouncing around the living room with Scott bouncing right there with you.

“Pull me under the flashing lights!” Scott half sang and half shouted, bouncing on one leg to the other.

“Let me blow up this house tonight!” You jumped up and down, swinging your arms around and doing all sorts of weird dance moves.

“We go hard or we go home! We gon do this all night long!! We get freaky if you want! Na, na, na!” Scott lifted a leg and swung it around in a circle.

“We go hard or we go home! We gon do this all night long! We get freaky if you want!” You spun around it circles and waved your arms around, making weird motions with your hands.

“Bitch I’m Madonna!” The two of you froze and turned to look at each other from across the room, you both pointed one finger at the other and shouted it as loud as you could before unfreezing and getting back to dancing.

At 3:00pm Sam pranked you which led to a chain reaction of accidently pranking other Avengers in the process.

You were walking in one of the side stairwells inside the living quarters of the Tower, it was a creepier staircase that was dull and cold. Tony didn’t even know it existed until three months ago when he blew a hole through one of the walls and revealed the stairwell.

When you caught sight of something moving in a dark corner by the door you were needing to exit out of. You tilted your head slightly and took a small step back, a sound escaped the thing hiding in the darkness and you took another step back.

All of a sudden the thing in the corner ran out and slithered passed you legs so it could hide under the stairs. A scream pierced through the air you realized it was a possum. You stumbled into the door and hit your head when Scott swung the door open to see what the commotion was all about.

Scott jumped backwards and nearly fell down the stairs going to the floor below them, his eyes were focussed something behind you. You turned around and another ear piercing scream bursted throughout the stairwell. A huge airblown snowman had started to grow behind you, you recognized it from last year’s Christmas decorations.

Tony’s voice came from up the stairwell as he looked down at the growing snowman that looked far more scary in the dimly lit stairwell than it was supposed to look.

“Hey! I was looking for that!”

The snowman’s head got caught on one of the light fixtures and the snowman’s head exploded. Glitter erupted from the blown off head and the rest of his body started to deflate back into the staircase going up. Scott jumped and turned around suddenly, trying to get out of the stairwell when his face connected with the door as Sam flung it open.

Sam bent down slightly, and rose his arms above his head.

“That’s what you get!” Sam laughed maniacally. “5:00am my ass!”

A piece of the snowman’s head flew down from the ceiling and  slapped Sam across the face. You and Scott were mainly affected by the glitter explosion, Tony was barely affected and Sam got a few sparkles in his hair. 

At 6:00pm you grew tired.

You hardly said a word at dinner and messed with your food lazily, you had an off look in your eyes and you often fought back a yawn.  You kept looking towards the doorway and hoped that Bucky would be home soon. All energy was gone from your now exhausted body.

You closed your eyes for a moment too long and by the time dinner was over you were stumbling down the hallways trying to keep yourself awake.

It was 8:00pm before Bucky came home.

Tony led him down one of the hallways near the gym, it was a hallway that had rooms mostly filled with gadgets of Tony’s and the laundry room. Bucky had gotten home five minutes ago and instead of you greeting him at the door; it was Tony.

Tony hardly said a word and only motioned for Bucky to follow him. Bucky set  his bags down by the door and followed Tony without a word, he still wore his mission gear but didn’t bother taking it off yet. He knew Tony was taking him to you and you were more important to him than getting comfortable.

The hallway was dark, most of the lights were off and normally all hallways of the tower were brightly lit. Bucky caught sight of someone laying on the floor of the dark hallway and seemed taken aback when he realized it was you.

“She’s not dead.” Tony stopped walking and lifted an arm in the direction of where you laid; sleeping.

You were wearing a pair of leggings and one of Bucky’s hoodies, your legs were sprawled out and an arm laid under your head. Bucky smiled at the sight of you, you looked so innocent and Bucky couldn't wait to hold you close to him during the night. He missed the feeling of you cuddling him closely, he missed feeling your heartbeat and he missed having you near.

“How-” Bucky took a step towards you, turning back to look at Tony.

“I don’t know. It took me forever to find her, though. She’s been falling asleep in weird places for the past week.” Tony shrugged his shoulders.

“What do you mean by weird?” Bucky tilted an eyebrow as he lifted you up gently into his chest, you shuffled around in his arms a little before hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Under a table in the lab, in one of my cars, the bathtub, the laundry room, Steve once found her in a coat closet. I’m pretty sure she never fell asleep last night either.”

“How come?” Bucky looked down at your sleeping face. He noticed the bags under your eyes and he knew if you opened your eyes how tired they must look.

“Well someone was doing laundry at 3:00am - speaking of the demonic hour, Clint thinks she might be possessed.” Tony started to head back down the hallway and Bucky followed with you. “Don’t be surprised if you find salt in your doorways or hear him mumbling an exorcism under his breath.”

“I don’t even want to know.” Bucky rolled his eyes. A moment of silence passed and before Tony could stalk off to his lab for the night, Bucky asked him one last question.

“Why has she been sleeping in weird places?” Bucky talked quietly, not wanting to wake you up. Tony stopped walking and looked down at you in Bucky’s arms.

“For a distraction.” Tony looked back up at Bucky. “Take your girlfriend to bed so I won’t find her on top of the fridge tomorrow.”

Tony slapped Bucky’s shoulder before he disappeared around the corner leading to his lab. Bucky looked down at you and sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and making his way towards the elevators with you still curled up in his arms.

By 9:00pm you and Bucky were both asleep, you were both wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Neither of you ever wanted to let go.

[child0feden]

IF THREE IS A CROWD, WHAT THE HELL IS FIVE?

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader x vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan x tomas “ samoth ” haugen x terje “ tchort ” schei

- nsfw headcanons for a fivesome with emperor!

this is so… i do not even know! this is kind of messily written and it got kind of sloppy towards the end because i kept losing track of where people were and stuff lolol, super sorry about that… hope you guys still like it! this is honestly the most stressful thing i have ever wrote lol, love it though <3

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reading music recommendations: dreams like deserts by aura noir - rip you without care by pungent stench

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

- you and bård had already been dating for quite a little while before the fivesome with his band members actually happens!

✩ the two of you obviously had a very healthy sex life and were pretty open with each other when it comes to trying out new things…

- but one new thing that bård was slightly nervous to bring up to you was the possibility of sharing you with all of his band mates

✩ what he did not know was that you were thinking about the exact same thing and were just as nervous to bring it up to him as he was to you!

- but like all things in the world, it was bound to come out eventually… both of you are overly drunk one night, you are sitting comfortably on his lap and softly making out with each other in the darkest corner of a bar as some small black metal band is playing up on the small stage, his band mates are lost somewhere in the crowd! during the make out session, you just barely hear bård mumble something into the open space of your mouth but it is so loud in the cramped bar that you could not make out what he said at all and ask him to repeat it, moving your mouth away from his and turning head to the side so that he could talk into your ear

“ wanna share you… want you to fuck ihsahn and the others… you don’have to… won’t make you, ‘s just been on my mind ” ( the slight shake and obvious nervousness in his voice is something you very rarely hear from him and you immediately turn back towards him, slamming your mouth back against his )

✩ the second you whisper a quiet yet firm and excited “ yes ” into his mouth, you feel his soft lips turn into a small smile and his hands tighten around your hips… now the only standing question was how the hell do you guys bring it up to his friends?

- when you and bård go home to your shared apartment that night, you go alone and discuss the future fivesome after having some steamy and desperate sex on top of the kitchen counter, i mean… you guys were just super horny, both of you were just so excited by sharing the same filthy fantasy…

✩ the next day, bård calls up all of his band mates and invites them over late in the afternoon! he does not tell them much at all, just telling them you guys wanted to talk about a little something with them

- they arrive pretty quickly, their curiosity obviously peaked and causing them to speed walk towards your shared apartment

✩ when the door finally knocks, bård stands up and leaves your side on the couch to let them in but does plant a lingering kiss to your cheek before he goes

- when the small group enters your living room, they greet you with a quiet mix of “ hello ” and “ hi ” before sitting just across from you on the couch whilst bård sits back down by your side

✩ it does not even take more than a few seconds for vegard to be the one to speak up first

“ so… what did you guys want to talk about? you’re not pregnant, are you? we need you on the drums, bård, not raising a kid ” ( he is joking, of course, and you lean across the couch to smack him on the shoulder as the others laugh )

- you blurt it out after sharing a slightly nervous look with bård, trying to say it in a way that does not sound crazy and come off like a big stupid joke

“ well… you know, me and bård have been thinking… just kind of thinking about you know… having a fivesome, i guess? i don’t know… oh my fuck, bård?! speak, please?! ” ( he speaks but it is not much better than what you said at all, he just awkwardly explains that he wants to share you with them )

✩ the small living room is dead silent as they stare right ahead at you and bård… and once again, it is vegard who speaks up first

“ oh… are you guys joking or no? i hope you’re not because that’s hot " ( the others let out quiet hums of agreement, their eyes darting back and fourth between the two of you )

- once you have assured them that nope, neither of you are joking in the slightest, it does not take long for the five of you to get right down to business

✩ bård makes the first move, of course he does! gesturing with his hand and his head for you to go over to whoever you want to take first as he goes to grab some lube and condoms from your shared bedroom down the hall

- you choose terje for the first, he has always been so cute to you… he is the quietest and he is ever so slightly creepy but oh so cute too…

✩ his eyes widen as you approach him first and straddle his lap, grabbing his jaw in your hand and tilting his head up towards you to share an open mouthed kiss

- as you are sharing the heated and sloppy kiss with terje, tomas approaches you from behind and lifts the fabric of your skirt up around your waist, pulling your soft lace panties down your legs, throwing them over to vegard who swiftly catches them in his hand whilst tomas slides his fingers through your now slick cunt, lathering them with your juices before moving them up towards your asshole and gently pressing them inside

✩ breaking away from the kiss with terje, you moan out in clear pleasure at the feeling of tomas pushing his fingers into you and throw your head back towards tomas, allowing him to place open mouthed kisses down the flesh of your neck and terje to pull off your shirt, fondling your tits in his calloused hands as he sighs at the feeling of you beginning to grind down on his leather covered crotch which by this point was already in a noticeable tent

- bård returns to the living room from the bedroom, placing some condoms and lube onto the small wooden coffee table before sitting back down on the couch next to vegard and watching you with his two friends, a deep blush covering his cheeks, rubbing a hand down over his crotch as he hardens in his pants

✩ vegards eyes are glued to you as he takes his own cock out of his pants, beginning to slowly slide his hand up and down his hardened length, pre cum already leaking from his tip from the sight of you being such a whore in front of him

- it does not take long for you to be impaled on terjes cock in the cowgirl position as he lays back on the couch with his cold hands gripping your naked tits, bouncing on him as you share a flurry of hasty kisses whilst letting out loud moans in between

✩ hearing some noise, you look back over your shoulder and find tomas putting on a lubed up condom before approaching you again and placing his hands down upon your hips to slow you down

- terje lets out a desperate whine at the feeling of your movements slowing atop of him, causing tomas to tut and roll his eyes before kneeling behind you, over terjes legs, spreading your ass and spitting on your hole which causes you to let out something in between a gasp and a moan, lining up his erect cock and pushing inside with a deep groan at the resistance he faces and the tightness around him

✩ upon seeing this, bård slowly stands up and approaches you… his hand gently stroking your hair out of your heated face as you look up at him with a cockdrunk look in your wide eyes before he pushes his own cock into your welcoming mouth and muffles your moans

- whilst four of his closest friends are getting down and dirty right in front of him, vegard is still sat on the opposite couch, quietly moaning under his breath as he observes the sight and rubs his cock even faster, simply wanting to observe for the time being

✩ the living room is filled with pleasured moans, yours being muffled around bårds cock and skin smacking against skin

- terje cums first, his mouth dropping open in an almost overly loud moan and his nails dig into the sensitive skin of your tits as he holds them in his hands

✩ but you do not stop bouncing on his cock, you cannot stop, you are far too in love with the feeling of being completely stuffed in all three of your holes

- and there is nothing terje can do at all, he just suffers through the overstimulation, letting out even louder moans and even some whimpers whilst tomas continues pounding away at your ass, mumbling filthy words of praise to you under his breath

“ got such a tight ass, baby… fuck… can barely fuckin fit my cock inside of you ” ( no but really, it just barely fits inside… it does not help that his cock is so girthy )

✩ whilst tomas is mumbling filthy words of praise, bård is whispering sweet words of praise whist stroking your hair as you bob your head up and down his length

“ doing so good, pretty girl… taking me so deep in your throat, fuck… keep going, love you so much… ” ( you have already cum once at this point but his praise draws you to another high, much to the delight of terje and tomas as you tighten around them even more )

- as you speed up your head movements, tomas speeds up his deep thrusts into your asshole, terje is just a mess of moans and sweat under you with his eyes screwed shut, having cum once again due to your walls squeezing him

✩ bård and tomas cum at nearly the exact same time, bård letting out a string of curses, grabbing your head and pushing your mouth all the way down onto his cock as his pubes tickle your nose and tomas letting out a deep groan, grabbing your hips and slamming in as deep as he can possibly go

- bård slowly pulls out of your mouth and makes you show him his cum on your tongue, panting and softly stroking your cheek as you lower your jaw and stick your tongue out, showcasing the salty white ropes he left coating your pink tongue

“ good girl, did so good… swallow it now, my pretty girl ” ( for a second, as you hold a deep eye contact with your boyfriend, you forget that you are being dogged out by his friends… but that is quickly broken by vegard calling out “ okay… is it my turn now? or no? ” yeah, he is so ready )

✩ terje goes and sits on an armchair across the room, his head thrown back, eyes closed tight and panting as he tries to catch his breath whilst his cock begins to soften

- by this point, your thighs are already cramping slightly and you feel more fucked out than you have ever been…

✩ but you do not think it is done there though, do you? oh no, they are all having a turn with you…

- you choose to ride bård and vegard slots in just behind you, slipping his cock just above bårds and sliding into your soaked cunt

✩ whilst they are busy moaning, cussing under their stuttered breaths and rocking their cocks into you, their hands gripping your hips and thighs, no doubt leaving bruises behind, tomas kneels on the couch next to bård and directly in front of you

- tomas roughly grabs your face, one of his hands moving to the back of your head whilst the other pats your cheek and shoves his thumb into your mouth as you whine and drool around it

“ you gonna suck my cock, pretty girl? yeah? come here ” ( with how roughly he smashed his lips against yours, you thought he had knocked out some of your teeth… he is a sloppy, rough kisser, with spit making its way around your mouth and down your chin )

✩ tomas repeats what bård had done just minutes earlier, but much rougher, shoving your head down onto his cock as you hum and moan around the thickness

- you can feel yet another orgasm coming over you as the three men continue working their cocks into you, your cunt tightening around bård and vegard like a vice as tomas holds your head down on his cock, throwing his head back as your increased moans vibrate around him

✩ when you squirt around them due to overstimulation, it sets off a domino effect in the three men, all three following suit and cumming just seconds after you, the feeling of your juices gushing out around them and dripping down their cocks being too much to handle as they reach their release inside of you, bård moaning the loudest whilst vegard follows closely behind with breathy yells of “ oh god! ” and “ fuck! holy shit! ”

- well, only bård is really coming inside of you! since vegard is sporting a condom and tomas pulls out of your warm mouth to shoot ropes of cum across your face whilst you tiredly smirk up at him before cleaning most of it off with your finger and taking it into your mouth, sucking the cum from it as tomas looks down at you with an almost impressed look in his dark eyes

✩ as the four of you catch your breath, terje calls over and asks if that is it, because according to him, you look just a little worse for wear… well, that is not exactly what he said but you know…

“ is that it? i think it is, right? jeez… you look really… uh… not fucked up but, you know… you still look pretty though, obviously! ” ( good save terje, you just giggle and throw him a sleepy wink before he looks away from you with a blush coating his cheeks, as if you did not just ride him to hell and back )

- the rest of the boys start redressing after they have caught their breaths and checked on you, you stay seated atop of bård as his cock softens inside of you, his hand gently rubbing up and down your naked back before moving into a sitting upright position and grabbing his black cotton venom shirt from the floor for you to put on

✩ you are so tired, you cannot even bare to put the shirt on yourself, so bård pulls it over your body for you, placing a gentle kiss on your head as he strokes your warm cheek

“ you did so good, pretty girl… so fucking good, the best… y’enjoyed yourself, yeah? ” ( all you can muster up is a hummed response of “ mhm ” and a soft nod into his neck )

- before long, his band mates are all cleaned up and fully dressed, coming over to the two of you to bid you both goodbye, terje giving you a shy kiss on the cheek paired with a quiet “ thank you… bye ” whilst vegard and tomas both give you a sloppy kiss on your lips and give bård a fist bump, bidding you both a goodnight and even an apology from vegard as he is very aware of how sore you will be in the morning, tomas just smirks as he hears it! they tell you both to call them in the morning, just to make sure you are all good

✩ when they have left and the apartment door slams closed behind them, bård is still just stroking your back and placing kisses to your head before mentioning that you need a bath and some food, finally sliding his soft cock out of you as you whine, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom for a hot shower together

“ you need a shower, pretty girl… and some food after, i’ll make you something when you’re in bed, hm? some toast? yeah? c’mon then ” ( when you are in the shower together, the praise from bård is non stop and he is gently washing your hair and body for you, bending down slightly to press kisses to your skin )

- yeah, you are definitely going to be sore in the morning alright, but you and bård would not have it any other way <3

[child0feden]

HERALD OF DEMISE

tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader

- general dating headcanons for tomas!

still kind of cannot believe people actually like my stuff enough to request things… love it, hope you like this anon! reader is referenced to have boobs and be shorter than tomas but they are not major things <3

- requested by anon | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: when the dead walk the earth by gorefest - black millennium by mutiilation

- as i have previously mentioned in his nsfw alphabet, tomas is just a huge fan of your boobs!

✩ when you guys first met, his eyes were absolutely glued to them, watching them bounce softly as you walked towards him…

- he gave you a simple and quiet yet firm greeting, his voice deepened with a cloud of lust shadowing over his head as he kept his eyes trained on your chest before slowly raking them upwards towards your face which was just as hypnotising for him

✩ yeah, he is a very confident man… pretty quiet but notably confident, well, tomas is quiet unless he feels he has to speak up about something

- tomas had so many lustful fantasies about you before you guys started dating, it was really bad… he felt like a simple little teenager in high school getting his very first crush, he imagined doing quite literally everything and anything with you

✩ you guys got together after he finally decided to make a move on you and you hooked up one night, obviously he knew he felt something deeper for you and asked you flat out if you just wanted to try out dating! and alas, you absolutely did

- tomas is a very protective guy and his height obviously comes in really handy with scaring off any unwanted attention towards you

✩ oh is there a guy very clearly bugging you whilst tomas is away grabbing some beer at the bar?

- he will walk right back over, place the beers down onto the table and loom over you whilst staring the guy right in the eyes, raising an eyebrow with a stern and almost threatening look flooding his eyes

“ d’you need something? why are you here? fuck off… dickhead… ” ( his voice gets so incredibly deep when he is irritated or angry, it is hot as hell and he absolutely knows the affect it has on you as he watched you clamp your thighs together in your seat )

✩ after scaring the guy off, tomas will usually make sure you are definitely fine and okay, gently patting your thigh and taking your hand in his, his calloused hand giving a soft and reassuring squeeze to yours

- tomas absolutely teaches you how to shoot his revolver, both for protection and for fun!

✩ he takes you out to the desolate woods and sets up some empty glass bottles for you to aim for, getting behind you and leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder, firmly positioning his rough hands over yours as they hold the steel revolver and adjusting your aim whilst mumbling in your ear

“ move your finger closer to the trigger, right here… that’s it, y’got it… mhm, move a little to the left here ” ( you try so hard to not let lust overtake you at the sound of his heavenly deep voice in your ear, his big hands on yours and his crotch pressed right up against you from behind )

- when you are just about to shoot, tomas will remove his hands from yours and secure them over your ears instead, at least just for the very first shot so that you do not get too shocked or shaken by the loud bang that is bound to ring out

✩ if you manage to shatter one of the glasses on your first bullet, he is so beyond proud! looking down at you with a boyish smirk before softly smacking your butt and placing a gentle kiss on your head, proclaiming you are a “ natural born gunslinger ” as you laugh quietly and lean back into him whilst his hands take their place on your hips

- tomas absolutely loves when you wear his necklace! to him, it is a sign that you love him and always want something to remind you of him and for outsiders, it works as a sign that you are very much spoken for

✩ i mean, tomas would never ever give his necklace to just anyone! he has to really feel an immense love for them and trust them, some may say it is just a simple little necklace but it is not just that to him

- tomas is a major shower guy! he is kind of just too tall and lanky to really take and fully enjoy baths so he opts for showers, of course he almost always pulls you in with him too…

✩ sometimes he forgets just how tall he really is and stands in front of you in the small shower, effectively blocking almost all of the water from actually hitting you at all

- often times you have to laugh and gently tap him on the shoulder for him to realise he is blocking you from getting any water

✩ tomas will just give a deep chuckle before taking your hands and pulling you in front of him, placing his hands on your hips before leaning down to you for a quick kiss that will likely turn deeper and more full of lust in mere seconds of your lips meeting

- you have probably worn his turtleneck top so many times! admittedly it is pretty big on you but it feels absolutely amazing to wear in autumn and winter, i just know it is so incredibly comfy and smells exactly like his natural musk with just a tiny hint of his aftershave or cologne

✩ tomas really loves when you wear it though! it always brings a tiny smile across his face before he accuses you of only being with him so that you can constantly steal his clothes

- another thing tomas really likes is when you sit on his lap! wether it be at home or even in a public space

✩ no matter your height nor your weight, he will always pull you over onto his lap and mumble in your ear to make yourself comfy whilst roping an arm around your waist to hold you in place, his slim fingers tapping three times to symbolise a silent “ i love you ”

- i can see tomas being really into pda but in a kind of strange way, per say

✩ tomas does not participate in pda to look cool nor show off, he just generally really likes kissing you and feeling up on you…

- this man will never not be tightly holding your hand in his as you walk somewhere, he is a huge fan of hand holding! it is one of those small things that he just cannot get enough of for some reason

✩ i feel like he probably runs hot so his hands will always warm yours up so much in winter and just about anytime you are feeling a little cold! if that still does not warm them up completely, he is definitely one of those guys who will bring your hands up to his mouth and blow into them whilst rubbing them to try and warm them up a bit more for you

- one time you mentioned how you should really pick up some mittens or gloves for yourself and tomas nearly yelled in disapproval but he quickly composes himself

✩ he just tells you he thinks body heat is much better, gloves? gloves are absolutely no use, just hold his hand… no way is he losing this, he loves holding your hand and warming it up for you but will not just come out and admit that…

- tomas is seriously just so pretty and i bet he is totally one of those guys who secretly really loves being pampered by their partner

✩ i mean, he will definitely act like all the cream and products you are putting on him are just so useless and stupid but deep down he really likes it!

“ fuckin what? the hell is that? and what’s that do? you’re buying bullshit, babe, bullshit… and why is there so many different names for this shit? ” ( he grumbles and moans but if this stuff makes you happy, he will buy as many bullshit face creams you want! so long as long as you let him give you a facial if you know what i mean )

- tomas never really had someone care for him this much and your soft fingers massaging creams into his pale face just feels really good <3

[child0feden]

- urghhh i do not know quite what this is… it is a piece inspired by the relationship between count victor and countess emilie from a plague tale: requiem and i could not decide on who to write it for so i will just let you choose since no names are mentioned at all! though i wrote it with varg, tomas and duke ( count duke just sounds amazing too ) lingering the most in my mind :)

it is kind of super bad and very half done but i did not want to just trash it and i am obsessed with count victor and countess emilie so i figured i would just post it even if it is not great at all lolol! hopefully some of you know the game and the characters storyline otherwise this will be very confusing… could be read as a medieval kind of timeline au or just average since nothing gets too insane…

he does it to protect you from all possible harm is what he convinced himself of all that time ago… he does it so that you can have the happiness that he knows you deserve more than anything is what he tells himself everyday… he does it because he loves you with his whole entire being is what he knows…

he feeds you the falsified story all the time, ever since he first began thinking of sweeping you away from your less than desirable family and the mundane life that you found so tiresome and the life that he knew you just wanted to be free from he knew that he would need to give you something to believe in, he knew that he needed to feed you something that would give you hope… one thing he always knew is how deeply you yearned for a child and yet this earth that he already held so much disdain for had made it close to impossible, you were unable to bear a child of your own but still, he saw how motherly you were and he saw how your broken heart yearned for true motherhood to come to you and fill you with a new kind of love to give… and he knew that he was going to give hope to you, he knew that he was going to give you a child no matter what he had to do and no matter what or who got in his way because one thing he knew for sure is that you were his light in the darkness and he could see his bright light becoming dimmer with time, he was not going to let his beautiful light get snuffed out into complete darkness…

maybe it is true that religion was never quite his thing at all and he often opposed it so much, maybe it is true that he does not even believe the stories and tales that he always tells you of “ the child of embers ” that is sure to return home to their rightful parents when the time is right, the blessed mother and father who are none other than the two of you who devout so much of yourselves to their tale… maybe it is true that deep down he knows it is all a white lie, nothing more than a tale he himself made up to give you something to believe in and to give you something to await with anticipation and excitement flowing through your veins instead of all of the upsetting and tired senses that once riddled your beautiful mind…

deep down he knows that you are in a sense gone… the beautiful person you are still stands tall on the outside but deep down he knows that your mind is almost entirely gone as you devout yourself to nothing more than his made up tale but it is his duty to protect you and it is his life to serve you and make sure that you are happy and whilst you may be gone in a sense? you look so happy and you look so hopeful… deep down he knows that your happiness and hope may come from your delusion for a tale which was set aflame by his own fire but he did what he did out of love for you and he did it out of his true devotion to you… everything he does is for you, everything he says and everything he does is to give you hope once more… everything he does is to make sure that you keep on living with hope and, albeit falsified and deluded, happiness in your heart…

if outsider people knew what he made up and fed to you to give you hope once more, if outsider people knew what the two of your poured so much time into with so much dedication especially in your heart… if outsider people saw just how deluded and lost in a fantasy tale you had become… they would call him all kinds of things, they would surely try to take you away from him and they would never understand that he did it for you, he did it all for you… he made it all up for you and out of his upmost love for you, he fed you the story to nourish pure love and blooming hope into your heart once more… he would always do anything for you, to love you and protect you and some people would just never understand that… some people will never understand what your heart needs, what you need but he does… he always will…

your child that you had hoped for so long to come to you, your child who you had prayed to and celebrated for, your child of embers that would come home to you soon and he would make sure of it, no matter what he had to do, he would not let anything come between you <3

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dad! tomas who frequently forgets to leash up his toddler daughter before taking her out and just kind of holds her up a little above the ground like this so that she has absolutely zero chance of running off at the sight of an animal or something shiny in the distance…

do not worry! this does not hurt his little girl nor is it uncomfortable for her! in fact, she actually kind of loves it and finds it really fun, more often than not she is constantly giggling and babbling unintelligible toddler nonsense up to him whilst he looks down at her with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on his face

your daughter really likes it and it stops tomas from panicking if she runs off somewhere within a split second and it makes you chuckle to see this, your big tall black metal man casually holding a, your smiling little girl dressed in all light pink with glittering plastic butterfly hair clips attached to her short pigtails whilst talking to his other black metal friends! it also means your daughter is at much less risk of tripping in her step and hurting herself so really what is there not to love about it?

however your two future children with him do not like this hold at all and will always have the grumpiest look on their face when he holds them like this! though he never feels all that bad, tomas knows damn well that they would run off towards something at any chance they got because they have done it before so he has no problem looking down at them with a look that says nothing more than “ sorry but you did this to yourself ” whilst you laugh quietly at their tiny frown and their little furrowed eyebrows as they huff…

mentioned this in a comment response to @freyamiwc

[child0feden]

BABY NAMES, PART II

- finally did a little something for olve hereee… i really need to finish my dating headcanons for him though lolol! hope you guys like this! again, i know i am not all that great with names but i really try and i tried to choose names that actually fit the personality of the father as well as just pretty names :)

TED “ NOCTURNO CULTO ” SKJELLUM

dad! ted has three daughters named tara skjellum, seren skjellum and topaz skjellum…

- topaz is the english word for the yellow precious stone, the traditional birthstone of november, ultimately derived from greek τόπαζος!

✩ seren means “ star ” in welsh!

all three of your daughters look exactly like ted, they look exactly like their father in every way shape and form! they have his fluffy blonde hair, his nose and really just almost all of his physical features… topaz is the one who looks like most like you but even then, she still looks much more like ted! you have to really study her to see the features she did manage to snag from you! ted is just the proudest girl dad ever, he adores his little girls and would not trade them for the world… he never wished he had gotten boys instead, never wished one of them could have been a boy… he has always been just so beyond content with his girls! he just works so well as a girl dad, works so well letting his girls braid his long blonde hair and carrying them on his hip, works so well helping his girls decide on what cute little outfit to wear in the morning, works so well helping you tie their hair up with little ribbons and butterfly clips…

your first born with ted was topaz and she was born in november, hence her name! another reason her name fits just so well only really came into play when she got older and her eye colour began to get more pigmented… they were bright green with speckles of almost gold and yellow dotted around, shining especially bright in the sun of warm summers! when she is old enough, ted gets her a custom necklace with said birthstone implanted into a small silver heart attached to the chain, resting atop her own heart! ted knows not to spoil your children, no matter how much he might want to at times, no matter how many puppy dog eyes they give him… he knows spoiling them will only actually hurt them, knows spoiling them will skew their view one money and good, but when he does give them gifts, surprising them with something after they get good grades or just behave really well, the gift is beyond meaningful and sentimental, something that they will be able to take with them through their whole life and not get bored of!

then you ended up having tara just a year after topaz! so they basically grew up together at such a close age, they almost acted as if they were twins! always wanting to wear the same little blue denim dungaree dress with the same colourful striped sweater underneath, down to the same light up shoes and the same velvet ribbons tying their hair up! topaz was a pretty small child so honestly, had they not looked so different, most people likely would assume they were born twins from afar! you and ted had seren much later, when topaz and tara were around both around ten to thirteen! both of you knew you wanted one last baby, one last child and so you planned one and managed to fall pregnant not long after all of the planning was done! topaz and tara were not all that happy at the news of a new baby… they just did not see the point at all and were obviously just kind of afraid of their father forgetting about them, forgetting them and replacing them with a new baby! but obviously, that could not be further from the truth and the two of you always reassured them of that! when seren was born, their attitude quickly changed and they constantly wanted to be around her, letting ted show them how to hold her whilst he smiles softly at the sight of his first babies becoming big sisters!

OLVE “ ABBATH ” EIKEMO

dad! olve has a twin daughter named olivia eikemo and a twin son named onyx eikemo…

- olivia was the name used by william shakespeare for a character in his comedy twelfth night! this was a rare name in shakespeare’s time that may have been based on oliva or oliver, or directly on the latin word oliva meaning “ olive ” in the play olivia is a noblewoman wooed by duke orsino! instead she falls in love with his messenger cesario, who is actually viola in disguise!

✩ onyx is the english word for the gemstone, which can be black, red or other colours!

olivia and onyx are not identical twins but they both look like such a perfect mix of the two of you it is honestly kind of crazy! like yes, that is how genes work and all but they are the perfect mix… an almost exact 50 / 50 split of yours and olves genes, anyone can tell straight away that they are definitely your children but not many people actually assume them to be twins are first because whilst they both look like the two of you do much, it is in pretty different ways! whilst olivia got her fathers nose, onyx got yours and whilst onyx got his fathers eyes, olivia got yours and so on… olve honestly could not be happier about it, his children are his absolute pride and joy, he thinks they are just so perfect… he loves that he can see so much of both himself and you, the love of his life in your children! and he is kind of glad they are not identical twins because he finds those just kind of freaky…

the name onyx for your son works so especially well because you and olve are likely married, whilst you did not have a particularly traditional wedding you are legally married and instead of the usual diamond ring, he gave you a matching black onyx stone ring! you got married before your son was born and the name kind of just popped into your head one night when your tired eyes drifted down towards your ring before looking at your husband matching ring as his big hand rests on your bump and bringing the name up to him as you shared the idea of it being a generally nice and unique name! your son definitely grows up to be exactly like olve with his personality and interests too, likely forming his own black metal band in his teens years and olve could not be prouder! he is just constantly a proud father with your children, he is always so beyond happy with everything they do in life, they could never disappoint him even if they tried and he supports them in everything they choose to do… he might seem kind of stoic and stone faced at times but around you and his kids? he melts so quick and is really just an undercover goofy father! seeing your young son trying so hard to be more like him, copying his mannerisms and replicating his style with leather jackets and shades never fails to make him crack a smile and pull his son into his side, offering to do his corpse paint next before ruffling his black hair as you laugh at the sight!

TOMAS “ SAMOTH ” HAUGEN

dad! tomas has two daughters named hanna haugen, helve haugen and a son named hugo haugen…

- helve means “ flake, snowflake ” in estonian!

helve was your first born and looks like a double of you! seriously, a complete double… she has your everything, she inherited so few physical genes from tomas but definitely grows up to have a personality and outlook extremely similar to his which he absolutely loves! he just cannot get over how much she looks like you though! he loves it and is always telling her how beautiful she is, just like her mother…

hugo and hanna look like exact copies of tomas with his hair, his nose, his bone structure and all! honestly, you could see the uncanny resemblance the second they were born and placed on your chest in the hospital bed… you could immediately recognise the same eye shape, same nose structure, same chin and you could just go on about how much you saw of him in them! the resemblance only got stronger as they got older too, they have so few of your own features but tomas swears he can definitely see you in them, swears your daughter your lips and your son has your ears! you suppose it only makes sense for him to get his doubles since you got yours in helve…

your first little girl, helve, was born in during the night of late december, just a few days after christmas! tomas thinks her name works so well since as she was being born, as she was truly making her entrance into the world, it was snowing outside… small, pristine little white snowflakes fluttering down from the dark night sky and floating past the glass of the hospital windows, serving as a calming sight during every small break you got from having to push! tomas was letting you squeeze his hand and scream at him as much as you needed to, his warm eyes studying your face as you stared out at the snow whilst his free hand brushed your hair back from your sweaty face… helve being a winter baby only made more and more sense as she got older, every time it snowed she would be begging you and tomas to let her go outside, staring up at her father with pleading eyes as he sighs and brushes his long hair back before going to grab his jacket and her puffy light pink snow suit, cracking a smile and looking at you with love in his eyes when she begins to squeal, excitement taking over her small body at the idea of getting to make a snowman with her papa! they play outside for so long together whilst you watch from the icy windows and occasionally pop out to take some pictures of them, laughing every time you see tomas pick your daughter up and softly slam her down into a pile of fresh snow, both of their own muffled laughs reaching your ears! your future two children turn out to not be the biggest fans of winter and prefer to stay inside with you, clad in their fluffy pyjamas and cuddled up on the couch with the fireplace crackling, hot chocolates in hand as they simply waiting for their older sister and father to come back inside! tomas never really saw himself having a child at all, let alone three, but after helve? he just kind of found himself wanting more with you!

KJETIL “ FROST ” HARALDSTAD

dad! kjetil has a daughter named raven haraldstad…

the name raven works beyond well for your daughter! it was already decided as her name well before she was born just due to his general appreciation for the bird and their beauty but when she was born, the name was only even more solidified because she came out with a full head of fluffy raven black hair, making both you and kjetil smile down at her as she was placed on your chest, his hand coming down to stroke her petal soft cheek whilst mumbling to you about how perfect she is…

you fell pregnant with raven a bit later in life, not crazy later but likely late 20s to mid 30s! and whilst the two of you had never really thought about children all that much, never really planned on having a child… you decided to keep it, decided that maybe having a child would be a nice change in your lives and since you guys were getting a little older, you likely would not be able to wait much longer! kjetil is just so happy with your one little girl, so content with your only child… he treasures her as if she put the moon and stars in the sky, he feels such a strong will to love her and protect her! your daughter is absolutely infatuated with his nose ring! she is just so strangely fascinated with it for some reason, her big eyes that mirror his own are constantly trained on the shiny sliver in his nose as he holds her on his hip, her small fingers always reach up to poke at it as he chuckles at her antics, letting her gently poke at it curiously before planting a kiss to her fluffy black hair… not to mention when kjetil wears eyeliner or eyeshadow too! she is just so fascinated with quite literally everything her father does, she is a major daddys girl and both of you know it! and if he ever showed her some of his performance art? wether it be an old video or doing something in front of her, from a safe distance of course, it only ever fuels her obsession with her father and everything he does!

got any dad thoughts? send ‘em into my ask box hehe, bonus points if they are halloween dad thoughts because i think we all love halloween here <3

[child0feden]

VOID

tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader

- general jealousy headcanons for tomas!

tomas tomas tomas, i want to summon him in my room right now hehe <3

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reading music recommendations: night of 1000 deaths by scum - painful void of time by thou shalt suffer

- when it comes to jealousy with tomas, his jealousy is usually very strongly intertwined with protectiveness and possessiveness

✩ tomas is not just an overly jealous and insecure man who does not like people ogling his partner, oh no, it goes much deeper than just that for him…

- when tomas gets jealous, he gets possessive too and when he gets possessive, he gets protective as well and when he gets protective, he also gets violent

✩ he is never violent with you, of course not! tomas will only ever get violent with whoever it is thinking that they have any business with you when you are very clearly with him and he is very clearly with you

- and i mean, anyone stupid enough to shoot their shot with you when this behemoth of a man is very obviously your partner is kind of just asking to get their ass kicked, at least in your opinion…

✩ that is why a lot of people often only come over to you when tomas has left your side, swooping in to take their chance like some kind of scavenger birds, all whilst tomas is likely going to be back by your side within just some short minutes!

- of course, you never pay them any mind at all, letting them embarrass themselves with their terrible flirting and overly lewd compliments towards you, rolling your eyes and simply waiting on your boyfriend to come back and deal with the weed that obviously needs to be pulled…

✩ and when tomas does come back, his once warm eyes turning ice cold as soon as they land on the person who is obviously bugging you, taking large steps towards you as he approaches the person from behind, the sound of his heavy black leather boots hitting the ground with every firm step he took should have certainly been enough to alert the person of the incoming threat and make them just leave but for someone so ignorant and crude?

- of course it does not and they keep on bugging you, completely unknowing to the large man making his way up from just behind them

✩ as tomas comes to a halt directly behind the person, staring down at the back of their body with an irritated and almost dangerous look in his sharp eyes, he looks up to you and almost asks if you are okay with his eyes, just to make sure that this person has not actually severely creeped you out or said something unsettling

- when you send him a small and almost entertained smile back, assuring him that this is nothing more than a person who needs to be led away from your table, tomas will nod back at you slightly, his large hand coming down to land on the persons shoulder as he speaks down to them, his fingers slightly digging into the material of their shirt

“ listen, man… why don’t you just fuck off, hm? had a little too much to drink or something? come on then, away, now! ” ( tomas says it loudly, the words forcing their way out of his mouth past gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, trying his absolute hardest to not just sock this guy in the jaw for even having the balls to come and try his chance with you )

✩ and no person is ever actually going to pick a fight with tomas, especially not over someone they just find quite attractive, immediately trying to walk off on their own but quickly being halted in their step by tomas

- yeah, no, he wants them completely out of your vicinity, he wants them completely out of his vicinity so that he does not have to keep looking at their face and feel the urge to beat them into the ground resurface…

✩ so tomas will quite literally lead them away from you, guiding them forward with a strong hand on their small shoulder, pushing them along just a little too roughly as he begins talking down to them the second you are out of earshot

“ really figured you had a chance there, hm? fucking idiot, you are nothing more than that, you know that? should beat you into the ground right here… ” ( no but really, why the hell did they think they had a chance? it honestly makes tomas laugh so deeply though it is a laugh completely void of any real humour at all )

- the second he has rid the guy from whatever public space you guys are in, likely a local pub, tomas comes right back over to you, his face still hard with irritation and his fists still clenched but his face softens and his fists loosen as he makes eye contact with you as you pat the seat next to you and push his beer over to his side of the old wooden table

✩ tomas may not be a majorly talkative person but he asks if you are okay, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders as he takes his seat next to you, leaning his head down to press a deep kiss to your lips as you bring your hand up to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his long hair and deepening the kiss just a bit

- because i mean, lets just admit it, jealous and protective tomas is über hot tomas and it always leaves you wanting carving more…

✩ tomas will just smirk slightly against your lips, his arm slipping down from your shoulder and trailing down to your chest, groping your clothed boob in his big hand as you gasp with shock and pleasure against his mouth

- and when you guys finally get home later that night? it will sure as hell lead into some incredibly rough sex, with him tying you up in some hardcore and intense bondage, making you tell him that he is the only one who can make you feel this way, making you scream his name for all who can possibly hear…

✩ during rough sex spurred on by jealousy and possessiveness, tomas absolutely loves covering your body in harsh rope marks, obvious bite imprints and purple blossomed bruises on your skin

- he likes to do this just to really leave his mark on you, to leave the marks of how good he fucked you and how only he will ever fuck you, watching with a sly smirk as you wear the marks with pride the very next day

✩ in general, whenever tomas sees people ogling you or flirting with you, he is never afraid to make his relationship with you very well known!

- tomas already likes loves some good old pda and public sex, he has absolutely no problem pulling you into a cramped bathroom and roughly fucking your face whilst talking down to you, he loves leaving the bathroom and watching as the people once ogling you take one good look at your now rustled hair, his hands buttoning up his jeans and your hand wiping at your mouth before quickly looking away, realising just what happened in the bathroom…

✩ he might even go further and take you into a room, bend you over whatever surface is available before yanking your lace panties down your legs and pocketing them, unbuttoning his jeans before pulling his cock out and thrusting into you, your hand coming up to your mouth to try and quiet your moans but tomas is quick to grab your arm in his strong hand and pull it behind your back before holding it in place as he leans down to press his clothed chest to your back, his deep and gravely voice telling you to just let the moans out, to stop trying to keep so quiet

- and when he cums, he does it inside of you, painting your fleshy walls white with his cum and he does not even think about give your panties back to you… he makes you walk back out there with his warm cum dripping down your thighs, leaving his mark as he smirks towards the person…

✩ tomas just loves it, he loves knowing that they know exactly what he just did to you, what you just did to him! he gets a major kick out of it, it feels like a nastier and even more personal way of telling that person that what they want with you is what he has with you!

- even after going to the extremes of sex, even after making the relationship very well known through the semi public act, tomas will still continue on, never quite satisfied with his actions…

✩ just with some lesser pda, though it is still pretty filthy stuff to do in public! things like his hands slipping under your clothes and groping at your body as you sit on his lap, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he holds your face firmly against his and so on

- if anyone ever particularly bothered you, immensely creeping you out or even becoming aggressive towards you when you reject their advances, tomas does not joke around with this and has absolutely no problem pulling his revolver out on them, no matter where you guys are or who is looking

✩ like i said, he is a very protective and possessive jealous man, he does not take kindly to things like that and will go to some quite extreme lengths to keep you safe and comfortable and he makes sure people know it…

- you will have to maybe calm him down and make him put the revolver away sometimes though, at least if you are in a risky public place where authorities could see him because as much as you drool over this side of him and the sight of him gripping his gun so tightly in his veiny hands, you do not want to be having phone sex with him whilst he sits in a jail <3

[child0feden]

BLOODLUST

tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader

♡ nsfw alphabet for samoth!

୨୧ why are black metal men so handsome? can someone explain that to me, pretty please with my GG cherries on top? <3

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reading music recommendations: thy eternal flame by funeral winds - black metal by venom

* 18 + content, please do not read if you’re a minor *

a = aftercare ( what they’re like after sex )

♡ similar to faust, samoth is really attentive when it comes to aftercare! especially because he can be quite rough

୨୧ right after he pulls out, he lays down next to you and gently traces any bruises forming on your body, asking if you need anything or want any ibuprofen before going to get you some if you do!

b = body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s )

♡ he absolutely loves your tits, i’m sorry… he just cannot get over them, especially if they’re on the bigger side… he loves watching them softly bounce as he thrusts into you! its a guarantee they’ll be covered in bite marks and hickeys after fucking samoth

୨୧ he likes his hands! they’re much bigger than yours and he loves how they look gripping your tits

c = cum ( anything to do with cum, basically )

♡ similar to faust, samoth likes to cum on you! almost always shooting his cum on your tits and watching as it drips down…

୨୧ but due to him being an exhibitionist and you guys having a lot of public sex, he can’t always cum on you so he does the next best thing and cums in you! usually always taking your underwear, if you’re even wearing any, and making you walk with his cum slowly making it’s way out of your cunt and down your legs

d = dirty secret ( a dirty secret of theirs )

♡ i can’t really see him having many secrets at all, let alone dirty ones! he’s super open with you about things

୨୧ but if i had to say anything one would probably be that when he first met you, he got a major boner from just staring at your tits as they bounced when you walked towards him and had to go jack off in the bathroom, imagining how his cock would feel between your tits

e = experience ( how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? )

♡ he’s probably the most experienced of all the emperor members just due to him being the most confident and outgoing

୨୧ he’s not a sex god but he’s definitely had a couple hook ups and knows the basics of what he likes and doesn’t like

f = favourite position ( this goes without saying )

♡ to be honest, he’s just a big fan of missionary!

୨୧ it’s the easiest position for you guys to do when you’re in public, he’s able to get as deep as he possibly can and he has an amazing view of your tits

g = goofy ( are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? )

♡ he’s very serious during sex, he doesn’t really make jokes at all! the rare times he even laughs is usually when degrading you, just chucking before he calls you a desperate whore as you moan under him

୨୧ the only other time i could see him being more humorous during sex is when you’re both half drunk! he’d probably just let out some breathy chuckles as he’s getting undressed

h = hair ( how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? )

♡ samoth is very well groomed! he takes a lot of pride in his looks and hygiene

୨୧ he’s not completely shaved but he’s shaved enough so that it never irritates you when sucking him off or whatever!

i = intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect )

♡ he’s not super romantic… he likes degrading you and talking down to you! calling you his desperate little whore, holding his revolver to your head and so on

୨୧ the only times he’s ever really romantic is on your guys’ anniversaries when the sex is softer and instead of calling you filthy names, he’s telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are

j = jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

♡ eh, he’s kind of uncaring towards jacking off! he thinks it’s fine, he’ll do it if he has to but doesn’t think there’s anything that special about it

୨୧ on the rare times you’re not with him and he wants to get off, he’ll jack off whilst imagining you and looking at nude pictures you’d taken for him

k = kink ( one or more of their kinks )

♡ i expand on his kinks a lot in kinky business but i’ll put them here without the expansion

୨୧ gunplay, exhibitionism and bondage

l = location ( favorite places to do the do )

♡ he absolutely loves fucking you in public! he gets off on the risk, seeing people pass you two as you struggle to keep your moans in, some of them very clearly knowing what you two are doing

୨୧ you guys have sex in cemeteries a lot! mainly at night because then he can fully strip you with a lot less worry about other people seeing his girl fully naked… seeing your tits bathed in the moonlight glow and surrounded by death is one of his absolute favourite sights

m = motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

♡ he’s not super easy to get turned on, just sitting on his lap or making gestures towards him won’t phase him at all… he’s very strong headed

୨୧ but anything to do with your tits? that’s when he crumbles! you’re sitting on his lap in a bar and move his hand under your shirt and up towards your tit? yeah, his facade falls so fast and he’s dragging you off to an alley or something

n = no ( something they wouldn’t do, turn offs )

♡ he’d never share you, never ever!

୨୧ he might like public sex and the thrill of other people seeing you two getting down and dirty but no way would he ever let anyone else feel your cunt wrapped around them… so watching is fine but laying a hand on you? no way

o = oral ( preference in giving or receiving, skill )

♡ he prefers getting sucked off by you than eating you out…

୨୧ he’d never say no to eating you out if you asked, he just doesn’t think he’s that great at it when he absolutely is

p = pace ( are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? )

♡ sex at home? his thrusts are slow and rough but so damn deep! he nearly pulls all the way out of you every time, slowly dragging his cock back out of your walls with only his tip remaining inside of you before slamming back in

୨୧ but when it comes to quickies and public sex? he’s so fast, jutting his hips into you at lighting speed whilst your heels dig into his back

q = quickie ( their opinions on quickies, how often )

♡ he loves quickies! he’ll bend you over and take you anytime he wants

୨୧ it’s either bending you over or sitting you up somewhere, throwing your legs over his shoulders and dragging your shirt up to see your tits as he pounds into you

r = risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? )

♡ oh he’s all for takings risks! he’s very overly confident and convincing, he couldn’t give a shit about consequences

୨୧ it’s the same with experimenting, he’ll always be trying new stuff with you as long as you agree! new kinks, positions, locations and so on

s = stamina ( how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

♡ he’s got quite a bit of stamina! more than enough to thoroughly please you anyways

୨୧ you guys usually go for two or three rounds, lasting half and hour or an hour each but if you wanted more he’d definitely give it to you

t = toys ( do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? )

♡ does his revolver count as a toy? i think it does

୨୧ he absolutely loves using his revolver on you… wether it be teasing you with it by dragging the cold steel across your nipples or actually fucking you with it, pushing the barrel in and out of your cunt as the steel glistens with your juices

u = unfair ( how much they like to tease )

♡ it’s rare that he ever teases you, he doesn’t enjoy being teased himself and finds it to just be a drag

୨୧ the only way he really teases you is by joke teasing, like when you’re fucking in public and he whispers in your ear about a guy who’s been looking at you two for the past minute, teasingly asking you if you think that guy could give you as much pleasure as he is right now

v = volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make )

♡ when you’re doing public sex, he’s much quieter… just letting out pants and groans into your ear with the occasional whispered word of degradation

୨୧ but when you’re in the comfort of your shared apartment, he’s so much louder! practically yelling filthy names towards you and his deep groans ring out through the walls

w = wild card ( a random headcanon for the person )

♡ one night, he managed to convince you to break into a church with you and have raw sex right on top of the alter… you didn’t just have one round though, oh no! he was going to make the most of it and you guys desecrated practically everything holy in there by fucking on it

୨୧ was it some of the best sex you’ve ever had? yes! would you do it again with him? absolutely

x = x-ray ( let’s see what’s going on under those clothes )

♡ i just know this man has a big cock, i just know it… i’m saying 8.5 inches, he just comes off as someone that has a big cock to me, i don’t know how to explain it

୨୧ it’s pretty girthy and it has a killer vein on the underside

y = yearning ( how high is their sex drive? )

♡ his sex drive is very hot and cold! sometimes it’s really high and other times it’s just super average

୨୧ it’s much higher when he has a concert coming up due to the excitement and more average on days where not much is happening due to you guys just relaxing together

z = zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

♡ he’s not super sleepy after sex, especially because you guys have so much public sex! you guys usually just go about your day as usual after fucking

୨୧ the only time he falls asleep after sex is when it’s end of the day or night sex, when he’s been doing stuff all day and sex is the last event so to speak… he only falls asleep once he knows you’re taken care of too

[princess-lvcifer]

one last kiss

samoth x f!reader • drabble • h/c

The murder of Øystein at the hands of Varg the year before had brought the Norwegian black metal scene to its knees. The police, quite rightly, started a witch hunt and unfortunately her boyfriend's hands were smeared with ashes. In 1994 he was sentenced to sixteen months in prison for burning a church together with the murderer. The previous months had been very hard, and his girlfriend had been a great support for him — this made him fall even more in love with her, but he feared that she loved him less.

"You know I love you madly," he said to his girlfriend as they lay on his bed, cuddling together and entwining their legs, "but..." That word caused her to tense up and look at him in confusion. "If you want to leave me I'll understand, you've put up with enough."

"I don't want to leave you. I love you," she said very seriously and convinced, and moved the guitarist, who took her hand and kissed it. "I'll wait for you," she said stroking his chin with her fingertips.

"Are you sure?" he asked saddened, melancholy for a moment he was still living. He didn't think he'd ever go to prison, when he burned down that church he didn't think he'd get caught. He and the rest of them felt powerful and unstoppable back then.

"Yeah, it's not long," she shrugged, trying to take the weight off the matter. "Maybe if you behave yourself you'll get a few months off. Faust has it worse. ...And Varg."

"I won't promise to behave if I see him," he joked and she hit him on the chest as she smiled, a smile that spread to his, but was short-lived on their faces. "I'm going to miss you."

"Me too, but don't worry, I'll come visit you whenever I can. We can handle this," she said before their lips fused together.

A/N: Couldn't find a gif of him but a think the banner looks cool that way too.

English isn't my first language, sorry if something was weird expressed.

Crossposted on my AO3.

[princess-lvcifer]

round of hugs

ihsahn x f!reader • drabble • hurt with not much comfort tbh

summary: Emperor's last dinner before most of them end up in prison

A/N: This is similar to my previous Samoth x F!Reader drabble and is going to be similar to my next Ihsahn x Samoth and Ihsahn x Faust drabbles because I love exploring the angst of a loved one going far away for months or years. I wrote the first paragraphs and I thought "Wait this could be also yaoi... What should I write...? Fuck it I'll write every version I have in mind."

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

He was always aware of the things his band members and other friends were doing, he didn't agree and didn't want to participate, but he kept quiet and just like them thought they would never get caught, but Varg ruined everyone's party. Øystein's murder at the hands of Varg the year before culminated the fun in the Norwegian black metal scene.

The months between then and now had been very hard, with all his band members and other friends being questioned and judged, including himself. His girlfriend, who was also his best girl friend, was a great support to him.

Vegard had a year to psyche himself up, and yet he was still hurt and furious that absolutely all the members of his band were going to prison for church burning, robbery, possession of explosives, grave desecration, extreme violence and even murder. He was furious with all of them for what they had done, and although he knew they deserved it, he was also angry at justice — on Terje and Bård's part he thought it was understandable, but Tomas? It was no big deal, and fortunately he had only been sentenced to sixteen months, but at the same time it seemed like an eternity. He was his best boy friend, he loved him madly, and although they could still communicate by letter and maybe talk on the phone and even visit him, it wouldn't be the same. They would spend a long time apart and the future of the band was uncertain.

There were still a few days left before they were to enter prison, and before that they would go to their parents' house to spend their last days of freedom with their family, so Vegard's girlfriend told him to have a farewell party, just the band.

"It doesn't have to be a party party," she said, lying next to him on his bed, "it can be a chill party. The four of us drinking beers with some pizzas or kebabs, lying on the sofas."

"The four of us?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "The five of us."

"Me too?" she asked, surprised and confused.

"Fuck, you're the one who came up with the idea. And you're friends with them too, especially Tom," he added trying to hide his sadness, and she looked at him, grimacing with understanding at his sadness.

Clearly spirits were not high, but the three future prisoners appreciated the gesture of wanting to cheer them up and invite them to dinner and drinks, and they all dined and drank together one last time.

"You'd better not get married while I'm locked up," Tomas joked, pointing to the couple with his beer in hand before taking a sip from the small bottle. She laughed and blushed, and Vegard just smiled wistfully, nostalgic even for a moment he was still living.

"God, to think that by the time I get out they'll be married with children..." said Bård before taking a sip from his can of Coke.

"We'll all be bald by the time you come out." Terje added as he chewed a bit of the slice of pizza he held in his dominant hand, while covering his mouth with the other.

And quicker than they expected it was time to say goodbye the next morning, with the future prisoners clutching their suitcases in their hands and leaving the house mostly empty. There was a round of hugs with her, who was teary-eyed, and finally with the band's vocalist, who played hard to get. The hugs between the men were peculiar, different from those given to their girl friend: shorter hugs, a seen and unseen where there was hardly any physical contact between their chests, simple pats on their backs. His girlfriend, observant, noticed this attitude between them and other friends at the scene, and wondered: was the pressure of their self-imposed toxic masculinity so great that they wouldn't even allow themselves to hug properly at a time like this?

Luckily the hug that lasted the longest was the hug between Tomas and Vegard, which was a macho hug plus a short hug, an ordinary hug.

"Write me, okay?" Tomas said in his ear as they embraced.

"Sure, same here," he replied as they parted.

And as he watched them walk away and his girlfriend approached him to put her hand on his back, he closed the door and was left alone with her.

"For a moment there I thought you were going to kiss, you know?" She joked as she rubbed her eyes, and he smiled tiredly. "I wouldn't have minded," and after scanning his face in a pause, she added, "Come on, come here," she said more seriously now opening her arms, and he accepted her proposal by leaning in to embrace her, giving her a longer hug than any he had given his friends minutes before, even though he had wanted it.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if something was weird expressed.

Crossposted on AO3. 🇪🇸

[child0feden]

please do not mind this post! i am only making it for future me to remember things and ideas i have had because i get a little forgetful hehe…

THROUPLE ARRANGEMENTS ( ? )

olve “ abbath ” eikemo x reader x harald “ demonaz ” naevdal

- forest threesome! forest threesome! something something going on a forest walk together late at night that quickly turns into sex against a tree and on the floor, perhaps featuring harald being a bit of a voyeur and watching for a while before getting real involved…

- literally anything in a forest with them, having a sloppy make out session on top of leaves under the trees and the night sky, both of their tongues inside of your mouth at the same time…

fabian “ winterheart ” völker x reader x andreas petterson

- sharing clothes! sharing clothes! something something very cute ( but also kind of sexual ) and related to the two of them ( as well as the reader ) sharing that one shirt, especially after sex…

- heteropaternal superfecundation! heteropaternal superfecundation! something something getting pregnant after the usual threesome with andreas having a breeding kink and fabian later explaining his scars to the children as well as him being incredibly insecure about his parenting abilities throughout the pregnancy…

gylve “ fenriz ” nagell x reader x ted “ nocturno culto ” skjellum

- camping threesome! camping threesome! something something skinny dipping in a lake but it quickly turns into passionate yet very messy sex on the grassland just beside the water…

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader x øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth ( i have already written general dating headcanons for this which can be found here but i would like to write more about the relationship )

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader x vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan

- heteropaternal superfecundation! heteropaternal superfecundation! something something getting pregnant after the usual threesome and taking the children to see bård in prison, perhaps featuring vegard being incredibly protective of the babies and majorly pissed off at bård despite loving him…

- fresh from prison threesome! fresh from prison threesome! something something having the first threesome together after bård is finally released from prison ( because i do not think they would allow threesome conjugal visits )

tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader x vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan

i have so many more ideas but i need to remember these ones specifically…

[princess-lvcifer]

i told you so

samoth/ihsahn • 1K • hurt/comfort

summary: Tomas and Ihsahn have an important conversation before going to prison.

A/N: This is similar to my previous Samoth x F!Reader and Ihsahn x F!Reader drabble and is going to be similar to my next Ihsahn x Faust drabble because I love exploring the angst of a loved one going far away for months and years. I wrote the first paragraphs and I thought "Wait this could be also yaoi... What should I write...? Fuck it I'll write every version I have in mind."

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

He was always aware of the things his band members and other friends were doing, he didn't agree and didn't want to participate, but he kept quiet and just like them thought they would never get caught, but Varg ruined everyone's party. Øystein's murder at the hands of Varg the year before culminated the fun in the Norwegian black metal scene.

The months between then and now had been very hard, with all his band members and other friends being questioned and judged, including himself. The police, quite rightly, started a witch hunt and unfortunately his best friend and boyfriend had ashes on his hands. The relationship became strained and cold, now they were the ones who needed the fire instead of the churches. He didn't want to tell him "I told you so", but he told him.

Vegard had a year to psyche himself up, and yet he was still hurt and furious that absolutely every member of his band was going to prison for church burning, robbery, possession of explosives, grave desecration, extreme knife violence and even murder. He was furious with all of them for what they had done, and although he knew they deserved it, he was also angry with justice — he didn't want to be left alone, he didn't want any more change.

The one who kept him most awake at night was Tomas, no doubt about it. His crimes were no big deal compared to the rest of them, and luckily he had only been sentenced to sixteen months, but at the same time it seemed like an eternity. He was his best friend and secret boyfriend, he loved him madly and although they could still communicate by letter and maybe even talk on the phone and visit him, it wouldn't be the same. They would spend a long time apart, and their future and the future of the band was uncertain.

He tried to console himself by saying that he had lived most of his life without him and that he could live without him for a little more than a year and if necessary for the rest of his life, but he didn't want to because he started to live with him always by his side. He couldn't imagine his life without him. Everyone was replaceable in everything, except Tomas.

There were still a few days left before the future prisoners would enter prison, and before that they would go to their parents' house to spend their last days of freedom with their families. Tomorrow they would pack their bags and leave, and he wouldn't see them again until God knows when.

A knock on his bedroom door caught his attention, snapping him out of his thoughts. It could be any one of them, though the only one he saw knocking on his door at night, and more so that night, was him.

"Come in," he said and the door opened. No light came in when he opened it, the light in the corridor was out, as was the light in his room. He could barely see who it was, but his silhouette was enough to tell him apart.

"Can I lie down, please?" Tomas asked in a whisper as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Yes," he replied moving to the wall, trapping himself between it and him.

They were silent for a few long seconds, staring at the dark ceiling and rubbing their little fingers together. Tomas wanted to cuddle with him, but didn't even dare ask permission to do so. He already felt he'd done too much by asking if he could lie beside him, and was surprised that he agreed. He only dared to turn his neck a little to his left and open his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say.

"...I'm going to miss you," he dared to say, being sincere but also manipulative to hear what he wanted to come out of Vegard's mouth: an "And I miss you", a token of affection. And luckily he got it, though it didn't sound too sad, but tired in many ways. After a pause, thinking about what to say again, he opened his mouth again to ask something he dreaded the answer to. "Do you... want us to break up?"

"Do you?" he said turning his neck slightly to the right.

"No no," he answered quickly, "I love you."

"Don't say it too loud, lest Bård kill us," he said sarcastically.

"What do you want?" he asked after a pause.

"I don't want you to leave, fuck," he replied annoyed. Tomas was touched by that answer, but it was of little use since he couldn't fulfil that wish no matter how much he wanted to.

"Yeah, me too... It's my fault we have to have this conversation, and I'm sorry. On the bright side... It's only sixteen months...?" he said, not sure that this positivism was going to work with Vegard.

"An eternity," he translated, and Tomas was again touched by the fact that his boyfriend considered it an eternity to go sixteen months without him.

"I know. But however long it takes, I'll wait for you if you want me to," he said daring to take his hand. "I know it's been hard months, but when I get out of prison I want to be by your side, in everything. Being your best friend, your boyfriend and your guitar player... I'll make it up to you, just.... Don't replace me," he begged, on the verge of tears.

"How could I? Fuck Tomas, you're irreplaceable," he said annoyed at the situation and at having to say something so obvious, although he was also touched that he was afraid that he would replace him in some way.

"Really?"

"What a question."

"Just say it, please."

"I love you," he said at last, calmer now. "I'd wait for you even if you were rotting away for years..." and he hated that, but so much love did he felt for him that it was true.

And though he couldn't see it because of the darkness of the room, Tomas smiled hugely like the love-struck boy he was. Happy with the direction the conversation had taken, he shifted his position, moving to his side and finally daring to snuggle up to him.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

A/N: Sorry if something was weird expressed, English isn't my first language.

Crossposted on my AO3. 🇪🇸

[princess-lvcifer]

My EuroVarg WIP and my Samoth x F!Reader WIP watching me starting a new EuroDead one-shot: