#jack kilmer

[nom-nommmm1]

TRICKSTER - DEAD/PELLE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

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

Pure Fucking Armaggedon

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

Pairing: Dead x fem!Reader x Euronymous

Word Count: ~3.7k

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

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

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

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

Tagging the horny horde:

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

Could you stomach it anymore

Could you stand to be a breath away

Can you feel the way your face distorts

Did you think that it could be this way

- Stomach It By Crywolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[blueberrypancakesworld]

can i request a dead x reader x euronymous fic where the reader has a solo project of her own it comes out to the public that she’s dating both dead AND euronymous?? pls and thank you

Dating the devils

warning : drinking, mentioning of smoking and drugs, smutish (making out), implied threesome

Info : Thanks for the request anon and your formal words ;) Have fun reading and everyone else too.

masterlist

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Breaking News: The Swedish celebrity "Dark Lilith" the solo artist and also necomer to the black metal scene was seen performing a satanic ritual in the cemetery last night, apparently trying to summon demons, two figures were seen walking into the night-" the TV was switched off and a sigh came over her lips, her eyes rimmed with dark make-up showing annoyance and yet a little amusement.

She held a bottle of beer in one hand and her guitar in the other. The dark material shone slightly in the dim light in the anteroom. Outside, she could already hear the audience waiting for her.

Thanks Satan that I'm here but the report is unnecessary shit she thought and took the last sip of her beer. She liked it when people reported on her and yet she could do without false statements.

Two unnamed people. She knew for sure that it was neither a ritual of shame nor two unknowns. Her lovers and sex on the farm were more likely to be asked. But every interviewer had either fled or refused.

It was true that she was female, a witch, Lilith, and perhaps went a little too far. But she was a part of the scene, of the time, and in that time from her beginnings to her rise she had gotten to know them.

Her two dead ones, her loved ones, it was romantic. Euronymous always gave her song lyrics and gestures in the form of kisses and instruments. Dead, on the other hand, often drew her things and wanted her to kill him.

Things that flattered her, but she also knew that if it came out that she was the biggest solo maker in such a scene, dating the two men from Mayhem would be hell. Everywhere. ,,The Christians and fans are coming for me," she muttered, plucking at the side of her guitar before throwing the bottle into a garbage can, hearing the rumble and clink before she stood up and knew it was time.

The stage was her home. Her fans were her worshippers and her voice was the magic. Looking into the crowd, she saw the many dark shapes, the make-up of the women looking up at her and the blood on them. It was perfect.

And when her eyes fell on the group, she saw the black-haired and the blonde. She winked at them and saw that they knew she meant them. Felt the beating of her heart as she started to play and the guitar joined in. It was another concert of life, it was everything.

The walls shook, the crowd went wild, her voice screamed into the microphone and everything was fucking perfect. It was a bloody night, there was alcohol involved, some drugs and Satan himself.

It was all perfect and as the dark curtain closed and she retreated she heard the voices of the group. ,,You played perfectly!" she heard Euronymous shout as he pulled her close and gave her a deep kiss.

,,Really good...almost deadly," quipped Dead and she saw the hint of a smile on his lips, a gesture she knew she didn't see often and yet she was grateful that they were happy. But the rest of the black circle also congratulated them on another successful concert.

They all grabbed a beer and a cigarette before retiring to the anteroom to have a little celebration of their own and make it all the better. Euronymous always had his hand by her side always had his lips on her body wanting more of her whether in front of the others or not.

Dead watched her, every now and then he would say and show her something and gently stroke her hand, enjoying feeling the bones underneath. They both loved her in a way that was indescribable. And at the latest when the cold night air hit her body, she was snapped back to reality.

,,The afterparty is long over, but here... it's cozy, isn't it?" she heard the voice of the band founder as he stood next to her, entangling her in a kiss and only making her mind even more clouded by alcohol and drugs.

,,Supper cozy-fuck," she mumbled and leaned into him wanting more of him wanting more of them both no matter if it was in a side alley next to the hall. It didn't matter, it was the only thing she needed to get down. ,,Warm...soft," she heard Dead murmur as he knelt in front of her and kissed his way up her legs.

His cold lips almost as cold as a corpse, his pale pale in the moonlight as he ran his knife over her skin while Euronymous used his hand to start massaging her breasts. She wore no tights, just the black top and the short leather skirt.

The warmth she gave him was the only thing the blonde needed to live. He needed her to stay here and Euronymous needed her to keep going. And she needed them both to feel fucking good.

It was a moment between them that would lead to a promising night. If all three of them didn't pause when they heard the clicking sound. ,,What the fuck?" she mumbled, coming back to the now lost to the two of them and looking into the surprised face of a reporter.

,,You're dead!" Euronymous hissed and took out his taser, which flashed through the dead end. ,,Death," Dead muttered, gripping the knife in his hand tighter before the two ran towards the reporter. As he ran screaming for his life, their laughter could be heard. It was satanically good, it was hellishly ampsant for her.

It only got better when she saw her picture on the title page the next day. ,,Fuck look at you so pretty," Euronymous said and Dead nodded in agreement. ,,An album cover...for Lilith," the blonde said and began to draw inspiration.

The picture showed her leaning against the brick wall, her eyes closed with lust, Euronymous at her side, his hand under her top as he kissed her neck.

Dead kneeling in front of her with the knife running over her skin as he kissed his way up her legs to her center. ,,A fucking good picture...I think we should have done this sooner," she muttered, picking up the newspaper before cutting out the article and nailing it to the wall with a knife. It was a fucking satanic masterpiece.

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@mayhem-things , @icarus-star

[coldice]

Val Kilmer showing off his children at the premiere of The Ghost and the Darkness, 1996

[madamemaximoff06]

The 4 most attractive characters from the “Lords of Chaos” movie:

And you can’t change my mind

[fuhlensworld]

୨⎯ Red waves ⎯୧

Pelle ohlin x Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・

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

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.

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

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

“Y yeah m’just having really bad cramps”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-fuck Pelle please oh my god”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[evelina18-6-blog]

[444rockstargf]

i know you write for rory’s portrayal of euronymous but i was wondering if you’d be willing to write something (potentially smutty) with euro and jack kilmer’s portrayal of pelle/dead for the lords of chaos film?

maybe the reader is euro’s girlfriend and one night after a party or show he lets pelle join them in the bedroom bc he doesn’t think he gets much action

ask & you shall recieve :))

"ridin' like a bitch." | euronymous & dead

ridin. - lana del rey + a$ap rocky

female!reader x euronymous + dead

word count: 1062

contents: threesome, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, spit roast position, creampie, cum eating

you and euro were fulfilling your post-concert routine. he would dash off of the stage and lead you out of the crowd, taking you backstage to celebrate a great show. but tonight, there was an addition to your little party. the lead singer was sitting on the couch, looking at you like a predator watching its prey. something about his stare made your blood run cold, giving you a glimpse of what you were getting into tonight.

euronymous gave you a crooked little smile. “don’t be scared, doll. just be a good girl like you usually are. i know you’ll get used to this very quickly…” and with that, the two men approached you and started to strip you down, leaving you with no time to think. euro went straight for your little tank top, undoing the little string that kept it from being just a useless piece of fabric.

dead watched as euro unclipped your bra and let it drop to the ground. he spoke, his voice raspy, “quite the girl you’ve got here… ” he got down on his knees and took off your black miniskirt, tossing it to the side and leaving you in your thong and fishnet stockings. euronymous picked you up and threw you over his shoulder as he walked over to the mattress on the ground in the corner of the room.

he set you down, leaving you on full display for both of them. it was clear that they were thinking about all the things that they were going to do with you. you noticed that dead was slowly palming himself through his black jeans. they had both grown painfully hard just from stripping you down, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.

they gave each other a look before they both came onto the mattress with you. euronymous got behind you while dead was right in your face. euro laid a sharp slap on your ass, making you wince. “ass up, doll.” you lifted your hips in the air just as he asked. he slipped your thong to the side, exposing your swollen little pussy that was just begging to be ruined. he spat on it before rubbing circles onto your clit with his thumb.

you put your face into the mattress as a quiet moan escaped you. dead grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up. you were face-to-face with his raging boner. he unbuttoned his pants, his rock-hard cock springing out and almost hitting you on the nose. you gasped, the size surprising you a little. you couldn’t say it out loud, but it made euro’s dick look like a joke. dead smiled a little at your reaction.

he held your chin gently but firmly. “open.” it was a simple command, but you felt obliged to do whatever he asked. he slowly slipped his cock into your mouth, you gagging when it hit the back of your throat. he pushed it all the way in, feeling as your muscles clenched around his length. he didn’t give you anytime to adjust, immediately pushing his cock in and out of your throat.

your eyes welled with tears, making both men chuckle. euronymous saw your pussy throb, practically begging to be fucked. he brought his head down and connected his lips with yours, licking complicated patterns on your clit. a blocked moan erupted from your throat, sending vibrations through dead’s body. he shuddered with pleasure, grabbing your head and moving himself a little faster.

the mix of having your throat broken into while being filled with an unearthly amount of pleasure made your body heat up. euro shoved two fingers into your tight cunt, pumping them in and out of you quickly. every moan, whimper, and whine that came out of you brought dead closer to a mind-boggling orgasm. he grabbed your whole head and started vigorously fucking your throat, his balls slapping your chin every now and then. 

there was spit and precum leaking down your chin and dripping onto the mattress. euronymous disconnect his mouth from your pussy, your juices flowing out from his mouth. he had been too occupied to jerk himself off, and he was in desperate need of some relief. he pulled his cock out and gave it a few lazy strokes before lining himself up with your hole.

his tip was red and swollen, already dripping with precum. he wasted no time stuffing you up with his length. your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling of being filled up like this. the room was filled with the sound of their moans and your muffled little whimpers. your face was wet with tears, saliva, sweat and precum. you felt dead’s cock starting to twitch in your mouth, signalling a powerful orgasm.

euronymous pounded into your tight cunt, using his thumb to rub your throbbing clit. a strong shiver ran down your spine as you felt your hole convulsing around him. he threw his head back as a loud groan emerged from the depths of his soul. you felt his hot cum shooting into you as he thrusting into you mercilessly. dead leaned back on the wall for support as your moans sent his body into oblivion.

he shoved his length all the way down your throat, dumping all of his cum into your stomach. a waterfall of tears ran down your face as you choked on his length. euronymous gave you a few more lazy thrusts before he pulled out, collapsing on the mattress. dead pulled his softening length out of your throat, leaning on the wall as he caught his breath.

you lay on your side as you let out a few coughs. you could feel warm cum oozing out of your pussy as you recollected yourself. the three of you were panting and sweating like dogs as expected. after several minutes, euronymous picked you up and set you down on the couch, placing his leather jacket on top of your nude body.

he planted a soft kiss on your cheek as you felt your body surrendering to exhaustion. dead remained on the mattress, looking satisfied. euronymous joined dead on the mattress, engaging in a quiet little discussion. you found yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, your body still sore from tonight’s activity. needless to say, this became your new post-concert routine.

author's note: im so sorry for the delay on all your requests :(( but the box is still open so dont hold back. i also had a lot of fun with this one, so thank you!!

[twenty-one-lizzka]

"I don't know what to do without you"

[chainsawgvtsfvck]

Gutsfuck

Øystein/Reader/Pelle

Warnings: Sexual content, minors DNI. Alcohol consumption, Unprotected sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, threesome, creampie, Pelle being a cold bastard, Øystein being a sweetie

The music blared, the bonfire roared, and on his third beer of the night Øystein finally felt like he could think again. He’d been hanging back, observing groups of people as they arrived. Usually he bounced around more at parties, but tonight he had a different plan.

Tonight, there was a face he’d never seen before - a girl who’d arrived with a familiar outfit of groupies. He’d kept an eye on her as she drifted from group to group, batting her eyelashes and leaving a ring of red lipstick around the mouth of the beer she nursed.

Øystein broke his attention from her to scan the crowd to see that Pelle had his gaze locked on her too, the corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly - then the Swede snapped his gaze to meet Øystein’s directly.

A spark shot up his spine - the blond man’s corpse paint made his eyes look extra intense and alight with mischief. He looked like he wanted to tear her apart and eat her piece by piece.

Øystein tipped his head back and slugged down the rest of his beer. He dropped the empty bottle at his feet and fished two more from a nearby cooler on his way to plop down next to the girl.

He could feel Pelle’s eyes on him the whole way.

“Looks like you could use another.” Øystein said, using his lighter to pop the cap off of both bottles before extending one out to the girl.

She smiled at him, and her lips looked really soft. Her face flushed in what Øystein hoped was pleasure.

“You read my mind,” she said, taking the fresh beer from him, “Euronymous, right?”

Øystein smiled, “That would be me.”

At some point she probably offered her name in return, it flew over his head as they bantered back and forth. He was pleased to find she was at least capable of interesting conversation.

Unfortunately his attention was diverted, as he could almost feel Pelle stalking up behind them. To his surprise, the girl could too. She looked up at Pelle and Øystein noticed how pretty her eyes were.

Blowjob eyes, he thought.

He could tell Pelle was having similar thoughts from the hungry look in his eye.

The Swede was notoriously uninterested in most of the women that came around. It was fairly rare that anyone - man or woman - came around that captured his interest.

Or maybe he was just drunk.

“Hello.” Pelle said simply.

“Hello.” She smiled up back at him.

Øystein leaned in close to the girl’s ear. Fuck it - why not just be direct? He was drunk enough. “Would you like to accompany my friend and I upstairs?”

She flushed again - deeply this time - her gaze flicking between the two men to check if they were serious.

Upon apparently finding that they were, she licked her lips and smiled sweetly.

“I think I would like that very much.”

It was the perfect time of night where the three of them could slip upstairs mostly unnoticed. Pelle lead the way, taking the stairs two at a time and Øystein guided the girl with a firm hand pressed to her waist.

When the three of them were safely shut away in the guitarist’s room, Øystein pulled the girl into a sloppy kiss. His corpse paint smudged her lips and nose, and her bright red lipstick smeared his teeth but neither of them appeared to mind much as she captured his bottom lip between her teeth, eliciting a low and primal growl from the Norwegian man.

Pelle grabbed the girl by the back of the head, his long fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her face to his. They too met in an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss.

A shiver of pleasure ran down Øystein’s spine at the lewd noises the two were making. He shrugged off his jacket and nudged the couple toward the bed.

“Sit. Both of you.” Øystein gritted out,

“Fucking look at me.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded.

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Øystein bent over her and spit in her mouth.

“What the fuck do you say?” Pelle whispered to her, nipping along her ear and jawline.

“Th-thank you, Master…” She panted, smiling sweetly up at him.

Øystein’s cock twitched. God, he loved when girls were enthusiastic about getting fucked.

“That’s a good fucking girl, baby.” He cooed, leaning down to kiss her again. His hands traveled up her dress, hooking his fingers around the strips of fabric he found there and shimmying her panties down her hips and off.

Pelle palmed himself through his jeans, eyes locked on his bandmate as Øystein knelt between the girl’s thighs and leaned in to taste her. She gasped quietly, fingers tangling in his dark hair.

With his other hand, Pelle grabbed her face to begin kissing her again. Their kisses only grew sloppier and more desperate as Øystein worked his tongue over the girl’s clit. His fingertips dug into her soft thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

Pelle pulled away long enough to free his cock from his pants before guiding one of the girl’s delicate hands to grip it firmly.

She hummed in pleasure as she began to jerk him off slowly.

“More.” Pelle growled into her mouth.

She pulled away from him, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth, thick drool dripping from it to coat the blonde man’s cock.

“Dirty fucking girl.” Øystein murmured. His lips and chin were glistening with her pussy juice. He reached up and pushed her head down towards Pelle’s cock.

“Suck his fucking dick, baby.”

She did as she was told, opening up and taking Pelle’s cock all the way to the base. The Swede’s mouth fell open in amazement at the girl’s eagerness to please. Her mouth was warm and wet and perfect.

Øystein idly rubbed his thumb over her clit and observed, fascinated at seeing the Swede taken so off guard. The girl’s mouth made filthy noises and Pelle keened lowly, his hand coming down on the back of her head as he bucked his hips up. The girl gagged loudly and pulled back, drooling and coughing into her fist.

Pelle grinned evilly.

“So fucking hot.” Øystein whined. He couldn’t take it anymore - he stood and peeled his shirt off before freeing his cock from the unbearably tight confines of his jeans.

He rubbed his throbbing head around on her red, swollen mouth.

“Look up at him,” Pelle whispered to her, “let him see those succubus eyes.”

The girl made eye contact with Øystein, her pink tongue darting out to give the head of his cock a few kitten licks. It was much thicker than Pelle’s and when her lips stretched fully around it, smearing corpse paint and blood red lipstick on his shaft, his knees went weak.

“Oh, fuck.” Øystein mewled. His hips twitched in an effort not to shove himself all the way down her snug little throat and fuck her until she lost consciousness.

But no, he knew he wanted to bury himself in her pussy. His cock throbbed at the thought.

He pulled out of her mouth before he got too excited. As he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and climbed on the bed, Pelle grabbed the bottom of the girl’s dress and tugged it up and off her, leaving her stark naked and exposed to the two men.

“Shouldn’t still be wearing fuckin’ clothes anyway…” the blonde murmured, shedding his shirt and leaning in to kiss and nip at her small breasts.

Øystein hoisted the girl’s legs up onto the bed and over his shoulders. He let his cock rest, hot and heavy on her stomach.

Kicking his jeans off the rest of the way, the vocalist positioned himself on the bed above the girl’s head. Her mouth opened, eager to be filled, and Pelle guided his cock into her warm, wet throat as gently as he could manage.

“God, you’re fucking wet.” Øystein purred, dragging his fat cock head up and down her slit to get it nice and slippery.

The girl’s hips canted towards him, silently begging him to penetrate her.

Pelle pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her face roughly.

“Use your words,” he growled, dark eyes burning into her, “beg him to fuck you.”

“Euronymous,” she whined shamelessly, panting with arousal, “I need you inside me. Please.”

Pelle sucked his teeth in annoyance, reaching down and hooking a finger into her cheek roughly to force eye contact again.

“That’s not what you call him, slampa.” He sneered down at her.

She cried out in pain so loudly that Øystein nearly called Pelle off - or he would have, if he couldn’t visibly see her pussy getting wetter.

“M-Master…!” she gasped, “please fuck me!”

“Well how the fuck could I say no to that?” Øystein cooed before pushing all the way into her in one rough motion.

The girl gasped and mewled like a kitten as Øystein set a brutal pace with his hips.

“Yeah? You like that, little succubus?” He grunted breathlessly. The room filled with the sound of wet flesh smacking together.

Pelle sat back and jerked off lazily, content to wait his turn and observe. Watching the guitarist fuck was truly something to behold. Firm and brutal yet somehow still loving and gentle, he seemed to know all the secret little spots that made girls squeal.

The girl looked so gorgeous and absolutely mindless, her pretty eyes full of tears and glazed over with lust. She reached for him desperately, seeking something to hold onto.

Pelle sneered at her “what, do you think I’m gonna hold your hand? Fuck you.” He spat, shoving his cock down her throat again.

Øystein chuckled and whispered to her, “don’t be offended, Sweetheart. Being sweet isn’t really Dead’s thing.”

Pelle made a noise of agreement as he began to fuck her throat.

“Her mouth is fuckin’ sinful, though. Good fucking god.” The blonde murmured.

The girl moaned and Øystein felt her cunt clench around him at the singer’s abuse. he increased his pace, feeling his orgasm approaching.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby…” Øystein groaned, thrusting into her a few more times before spilling his load inside her with a long, low groan.

“Did such a good job, Pretty Girl.” He said to her, reaching down to cup her chin while he pulled out.

“M’gonna cum too, little whore mouth is too fucking good…” Pelle mumbled. He pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself a few more times before he drenched her pretty face in spurts of hot cum.

The girl licked her lips prettily. She looked fucked out and angelic.

Pelle kissed her cheek with a softly whispered thank you before hastily pulling his clothes back on and disappearing from the room. Aftercare had never really been his thing - besides, Øystein was better at it anyway, he reasoned.

Øystein gently wiped the girls face clean with an old t-shirt before pressing a kiss to her forehead and laying down beside her.

“You can pass out here with me tonight if you want.” Øystein offered, snaking a hand around her waist.

“Besides, something tells me I’m going to want you again before the night is over.”

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 (շօյՑ) 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔍𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔰 Å𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔡

[nom-nommmm1]

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

THE MOVIE - PELLE/DEAD

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

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

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

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

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

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

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[icarus-star]

he's so beautiful, i wish i could suck his dick.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hi hi!!! can you pretty pretty please write a fic where dead takes the reader’s virginity after they had been dating for a while. and it’s really soft and sweet

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warning : smut, p in v, not to graphic, fluff/comfort, kissing, some aftercare

Info : So it took a while and after some days of no motivation I finally bring this to an end. I hope you like it dear anon have fun reading everyone else too ;)

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

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Love is not always easy, but when was it, especially in the case of the singer of the band who saw themselves as the messengers of Satan, the beginnings of Norwegian black metal.

But how did it happen that on this dark evening he found himself in a sea of clothes that were neither decorated with rivets nor patches. On the contrary, his blue eyes were fixed on the body beneath him.

His cold pale hands had gently wrapped around hers, her hands kissing each finger individually until she was ready to open them and slide onto the bed. ,,Are you sure, my heart?" the blonde asked, his hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling her still lightly clothed torso. Was she ready?

She had always wanted to be, or was that not why she had fallen in love in the first place? When she had seen the singer at a concert, it was love at first sight. Love that they both now wanted to consummate on a physical level. In a way that they both knew would be pleasant, careful and slow.

The blond, despite his morbid nature, knew that his heart needed her time. ,,Y-Yes I'm sure...I trust you Dead" he received her answer and couldn't hide his grin, which he didn't often do. But ever since they'd gotten together, they'd wanted to do it. engaging her in another gentle kiss, his hands slowly wrapped around the clasp of her bra.

A glance at her was further confirmation as she slowly lowered her hands before the penultimate piece of clothing fell between them. ,,Don't be afraid... I would always love you," he murmured, kissing her cheeks, which had heated up with shame and accompanying arousal.

The blonde dropped the garment on the bed before gently beginning to massage her breasts. Her breathing slowly increased, her skin warm and soft everywhere he touched.

She was filled with life, something he loved so much in his own dead being. ,,And I love you...forever," she replied, an almost cautious sigh escaping her as he kissed her lips again before turning his attention to hers. Kisses and gentle love bites left a kiss for every little bite, sucking on her jugular vein.

He watched her reaction and gave her time if it got too much for a moment. ,,Feels...good," she whispered, watching Dead's eyes light up with pride and devotion as he continued to kiss his way down her body, his hands tracing little circles and her own hands, daring her to put her own hands on him.

To hold and feel him. The slight upsurge of her body as he placed his lips on her tender breasts, the first time she had been touched like this, pleasured like this. The light scratching over his skin as her arousal made Dead sigh.

She watched as the blonde slowly moved down her body. ,,I'm making you feel good...promise" she heard him say, trying to concentrate on him, the warmth, the soft mattress and his touch. The blond did not let himself be deprived of spoiling her further as he kissed the soft skin of his favorite.

,,You don't know how long I've loved you... wanted to do this," he confessed and she thought she saw a pinkish tinge on his cheeks. His blue eyes settled on her body as he watched her as if she were a work of art, his work of art. Something he cherished, loved and would love forever.

Dead knew that until the end of his already dead life he would love her, there was no other way. Kissing his way up her thighs, leaving light marks, he felt her tense a little again. ,,Hey hey my heart...I'll be careful okay?" he asked this over and over in the same soft patient tone as his hands finally settled on her and his last piece of clothing between them.

She gave him her consent and their underwear slid to the floor. ,,My pretty Eve," he quipped, seeing the little smirk on her lips as she followed it with a ,,My pretty dead Adam" she pulled him into another kiss before he positioned himself properly. His hands slid to hers for a moment between them before he entered her. His gasp at her moaning out hit them both as they took a moment to get used to the feeling.

She continued to hold herself against the mattress and Dead before she gave him a small nod and he began to move. Slowly and rather carefully but it was just right for them both. They knew that in all the time they had been together that they wanted to take their time and now they were finally together.

They finally had what they wanted and needed. Each other. His gaze only became more full of love and lust as it met hers and the bond between them was strengthened.

His lips searched hers again, his fingers stroking hers as they both held each other. ,,So beautiful," he murmured, kissing her again, feeling his fingers scratching his pale skin as he found the right spot. Her sounds echoed louder and louder through the room as he placed his hand on her breast again.

The massage and the taking of her sensitive spots seemed to bring her to her climax. When she breathlessly tried to tell him just a few moments later, she held onto him and he spoke sweet words to her.

She tightened around him, hearing his own moans as her body reared up slightly and the moment seemed to last forever. Dead herself as she muffled after she came down from her high.

They both just hung on for a moment as they both tried to catch their breath. ,,That...was...unbelievable I love you," he murmured as he sat down next to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his fingers playing with a strand of hair as he watched his darling barely seem to believe it had happened. ,,I love you too," she replied, brushing a strand of hair from his face before snuggling up to him. Knowing full well that they would not repeat this just once and had all time they needed.

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@icarus-star

[stannyramirez]

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[effyss]

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