#peter steele smut

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 1: Size kink

Kinktober

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

Well, that and the fact he was huge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marvelobsessed134]

Could you write a fic with older!Peter Steele specifically in his forties when he had a beard, and younger!reader who’s in her 20s.

Anyways reader is college and needs a place to stay near campus, do Peter offers to let her live in his apartment, which is conveniently near campus. Reader moves in and her and Peter soon start dating.

Thanks!! ❤️

Cinnamon Girl

Pairings: Peter Steele x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, age gap (reader is 20 and peter is 41), dom!peter, sub!reader, power dynamic, praise, degradation, squirting, size kink (obvi), this has nothing to do with the real person this is just a silly fan girl imagining scenarios (new disclaimer I’m adding cause why not), fingering, oral ( both receiving) and I think that’s it.

You’ve known Peter for while since he’s a friend of your father. And recently you’ve been needing a place to stay while you go to school. The dorms weren’t what you wanted, didn’t wanna share a room with strangers. One time while Peter was over at your dad’s house you brought it up and he said you were more than welcome to come live with him.

So, you packed up and moved into his Scranton home. However, it was hard living with the older man. Considering the fact you had a huge crush on him. I mean, how could anyone not? 6’8 feet of pure muscle and a deep baritone voice that could seduce anyone. Not to mention his striking personality, sarcasm and self deprecation. Talented beyond his years. But he was way older than you and your dad’s friend, you couldn’t get involved with him…could you?

The romantic tension between the two of you grew the longer you stayed at his house. You’d snuggle on the couch and watch old movies together but it was purely platonic at least on his end, right?

Oh, Peter was so attracted to you. You didn’t know, of course he didn’t wanna cross any lines so he didn’t express those feelings. But he’d began to notice the way you looked at him, and the raven haired man soon realized you felt the same.

So he’d start out doing little things for you, buying you flowers and such “Just because he was thinking of you.” (Was his lame excuse)

Soon enough, though, those gestures and movie nights blossomed into more. And just like that, the two of you were together. It was nice not having to hide your true feelings for the bassist, being able to be open to them.

One day, you couldn’t help but feel particularly needy for him. The two of you hadn’t crossed the line when it came to sex, but you knew you couldn’t wait any longer.

The older man was reading a book on the couch when you waltzed in the living room. You admired the way Peter was so concentrated. You snuck up on him and got down on your knees in front of him. Somehow, he didn’t notice. So, you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down.

Oh, and of course you’ve been the magazine, everyone has. So you’re not surprised by his size. Though, it is still shocking to see in real life. The cold air hitting his cock is what maked Peter quickly put down the book, looking at you in both shock and desire.

“Baby….” He said in a warning tone. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and slowly pumped up and down.

“Fuck…if you keep going I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold back.”

“That’s fine.” You assured him before taking his length in your mouth bobbing your head.

The older man’s hand instinctively went to your hair, guiding your movements as he moaned lowly. “Good girl…you’re a fucking slut aren’t you? So desperate to taste some dick…”

You took your shirt off as well as your bra while you continued to suck him off. Suddenly he pulled you off of him, “Lay on the couch.” You immediately obeyed the singer’s request, lying down on the leather couch. You watched as he full stripped in front of you, your mouth was salivating.

Your boyfriend got on his knees in front of you, slowly pulling down your panties and pushing up your skirt to reveal your dripping hole. He blew cool air on it making you whimper before flicking his tongue on your clit. You gripped his hair and cried out, feeling the intense stimulation on your bundle of nerves.

Peter stuck to of his fingers in as well, scissoring your cunt open. “Such a sweet pussy…Jesus Christ…”

You gripped the couch cushions and screwed your eyes shut, becoming a moaning mess. “Mmm fuck, Peter!”

The frontman kept going until you squirted your release, your cries echoing against the walls. He licked your release up like a starving man before looking up at you between your legs, his face shiny from your orgasm.

“You think you can take my cock, baby?”

You nodded. You needed him, desperately. You had simply waited too long to initiate anything considering he was never going to initiate anything first. You watched as he got up, and by surprise, forced you into doggy. The raven haired man laughed at your surprise before teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Please, please, please…” you begged and whimpered until he slowly began stretching you out. You hissed in pain and moaned in pleasure at the same time. “Fuck…so tiny…” Peter groaned as he started to thrust slowly.

Once his full length was in he gripped your hips and began to speed up, hitting your g spot every time. You moaned as your face was smushed into the couch.

“Look so good taking my dick…” the older man commented, his grip on your hips definitely leaving bruises. You could hear him moan and groan, especially when he slapped your ass and watched it redden.

“I’m gonna cum…” he announced, speeding up his thrusts before pulling out and jerking himself off, moaning as he finished on your lower back.

[broidobe]

𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔩

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

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

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

⁎⁺˳✧༚80s-90s rock masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that was all it took.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and you did. all of it.

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

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

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

and god, you didn’t want to forget.

[xo-myloves]

Pleaseee I’m begging for a Peter Steele smut🙏

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄���ℝ𝕐: 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗'༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

The bassline from Christian Woman still pulsed in your veins long after the show ended. The club was dim, the scent of sweat, smoke, and something primal hanging heavy in the air. You leaned against the bar, trying to calm your racing heart, still feeling the way Peter Steele’s deep voice had curled around every nerve in your body.

You hadn’t planned on staying late, but when Peter’s green eyes locked on you from across the room, you felt rooted to the spot. He was watching you like a predator, his tall frame imposing even in the dim lighting. When he finally made his way over, you barely managed to breathe.

“Enjoy the show?” His voice was a slow rumble, thick with amusement.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. You were… incredible.”

A smirk curled his lips. “Yeah?” His fingers traced your wrist, barely touching, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. “You got somewhere to be?”

You knew exactly what he meant. And you weren’t about to say no.

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

The hotel room door barely clicked shut before you were pressed against it, Peter’s massive body caging you in. His scent—leather, sweat, and something darkly masculine—invaded your senses as his hands gripped your waist, pinning you in place.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. “Standing there, looking at me like that. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

Your lips parted, but before you could answer, his mouth crashed against yours—hungry, demanding, full of the tension that had been building between you. His tongue swept over yours, claiming you, making your knees weak as his hands slid down to grip your ass.

Peter Steele was huge—everywhere. His towering frame swallowed yours as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and dropping you onto the mattress. His eyes burned into you as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing those sharp muscles, the ink on his biceps flexing as he ran a hand through his thick black hair.

“You gonna be good for me?” he asked, voice thick with lust.

You nodded, breathless.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Peter. I’ll be good.”

He smirked. “That’s my girl.”

His hands made quick work of your clothes, pulling them from your body as his lips explored every inch of newly exposed skin. His teeth scraped your throat, sucking bruises into your flesh as his fingers slid between your thighs, teasing, tormenting, until you were begging for him.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned, sliding a thick finger inside you, curling it just right. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Your back arched, nails digging into his shoulders, but he wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled away just enough to shove his jeans down, and your breath hitched at the sheer size of him.

“You sure you can take me, sweetheart?” His voice was teasing, but his eyes were dark with need.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please.”

“Good girl.”

He lined himself up and pushed inside, stretching you inch by inch, making you feel every thick, pulsing inch of him. The burn was exquisite, and when he bottomed out, you felt completely, utterly full.

Peter groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, setting a pace that left you gasping, moaning his name like a prayer.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you deep and hard, every thrust sending pleasure sparking through your body. His teeth found your shoulder, biting just enough to leave a mark as he growled, “Mine.”

You shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over you, and the feeling of you tightening around him sent him over the edge, groaning as he spilled inside you.

For a moment, all you could do was breathe, his weight a comforting presence above you. Then he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

“Hope you don’t have plans,” he murmured. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”



[cuntdestroyer3000]

A Man Like Him

dividers by @kodaswrld Peter Steele masterlist

Peter Steele x f!reader

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

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

For those unaware he was packing 11 inches

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

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

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

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

“Peter,” you gasp.

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

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

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

Your eyes fly open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said it like it was a promise.

You take a deep breath and nod,

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

A few seconds later you speak up again,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here,” He murmurs, “taste yourself.”

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

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

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

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

“You think you’re ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly he bites down, sinking his teeth into you.

You gasp, crying out a little.

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

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

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

You finally couldn’t take it anymore,

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

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

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

“Just close your eyes.” He murmurs.

Then he starts fucking you.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His chest moves beneath you as he laughs a bit,

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

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

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

You just giggle and kiss his chest in return.

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

YAYYYY THANKS FOR READING ILY🖤🖤

[mandomaterial]

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

[kathy-ifnt]

Just go to his bed already!!!!

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[escapingarchives]

what do you mean I can't find a single Alessandra Strong/Juno Steel/Peter Nureyev smut fic? you're telling me nobody's thrown the canon timeline completely out the window for the sake of Juno getting absolutely wrecked by two of the universe's biggest baddies??

[tommyz-nutz]

About me !!!

Hi! I’m Tommy , I’m 18 and I’m from New Zealand! 🇳🇿 I enjoy music I play instruments such as: electric guitar , drums , and a bit of piano? I also skateboard and I do art. I’m autistic and I’m bisexual my pronouns are he/him :3

be kind or be banished to the shadow realms (be blocked)

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

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

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

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

Tiddies 🤤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We have cats."

"And the kids would love the cats."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marvelobsessed134]

Girl next door

Pairings: Peter Steele x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter what are you-“

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[erosmutt]

　★　Haunted　⨟　D. Vader

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❝The odor fills my presence, of freshly dug grave and death and night . . . these things are her essence. Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover . . . you are lust incarnate. In the sweat of my bed, the eastern sky hints of dawning. Alone and awake but exhausted I lie . . . oh how I hate the morning.❞

﹙characters﹚︰ Darth Vader

﹙pairing﹚︰ Darth Vader x WIFE!LILITH!Reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰Abstinence had been no issue for Vader, that is until you. Ensnaring his mind was much easier than expected, and so the two of you wed. Now, all he can do is sit idly by and watch as you enchant him. His mind deteriorates day by day, and as many times as he's tried to pull away, you reel him right back in.

﹙content warnings﹚︰blasphemy, use of god, goddess, savior, and priestess, Vader and reader both have a god/goddess kink/complex, period sex + oral, menstrual cycle is referred to as a 'moon time,' Vader is surviving without his suit on, blue eyed Vader my love

﹙word count﹚︰1.5K

﹙notes﹚︰ Happy Birthday to my sweet girl, Aurora. ♱ BUY ME A COFFEE? ♱ This was released early on MY PATREON. If you don't want to wait for releases, consider subscribing! The support encourages me to write more and provide more content for you all! ─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.05.03

"You look like sin."

Vader stands in the doorway of your shared chambers, watching as you stand on the balcony, looking out at the fiery, suffocating landscape of Mustafar. On the railing beside you is a bowl of red cherries, and when you turn around to face him, the lacy black number hanging off your frame swishing with the movement, he can see the blood red juice staining your lips, fingertips, and running down your inner forearm. "Ah, my love," you lick your lips. "You've returned."

He nods, pulling off his gloves, exposing his cybernetic limbs to your gaze as he makes his way to the bed where he sets down the parts of his armor he's slowly shedding one by one. "Yet again. I take it Piett took good care of you in my absence, yes?" He asks, finally removing his helmet, putting it on the dresser, accidentally knocking over a bottle of your perfume that he quickly stands back up.

When he turns to you look at you, you're staring at him, unblinking. "Come here," he beckons, holding a hand out to you. You make your way over, and his large hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him. "It's been agony without you," you murmur as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of cherry. "I can only imagine," he murmurs back.

He can feel that you're in pain through the Force, and the very thought of you experiencing any sort of discomfort eats away at him. "What is troubling you, my love?" He places a hand over your womb. "Your moon time has arrived, hasn't it?" Before you can even respond, he sighs softly, his breath warm against your face, gently ruffling the hair framing your face. "The pain of the cycle is natural, and it shall pass."

You let out a soft moan of discomfort, your hand coming up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb caressing the raised, scarred flesh beneath it. "It shall pass," you repeat, pressing a soft kiss to his chin. "I've told you..." you step back, and he steps forward, "...you can take this away from me..." you take another few steps until you feel the duvet on the bed against the back of your legs. "...don't you want to rid me of this curse?"

A shiver runs down his spine, and he swallows, trying to keep himself in check. "Bringing a child into this world is not very--" he cuts himself off as you lift a finger, signaling for him to be quiet. You sit down on the bed and lay back, propping yourself up on your elbows, and he immediately gets into position on top of you, his enormous form dwarfing you and his weight making the mattress dip much further than it should.

"My goddess," he whispers, voice full of reverence as his deep blue eyes search your face. An amused smile graces your lips as he exhales shakily. You can see the battle going on within his mind. he wants you, and he wants you now. "How pathetic," you chide, pushing him off you and climbing on top of him. You move back and lean down, leaving a trail of kisses down his beautifully scarred, pale skin. Pathetic? How dare you call him - Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith - pathetic.

In a swift motion, he turns the both of you over once more. He stares down at you, his gaze filled with a primal, almost animalistic need. He pins you down to the bed, his body once more covering your own, his strength easily keeping you restrained. He leans down, his breath fanning against your face as he speaks. "You want to be dominant, is that it?" He growls, his grip on your wrists becoming bruising.

You huff out a soft, noiseless laugh. "You worship the ground I walk on," you retort. "And you worship me," he shoots back, his head dipping down to your neck, his lips nipping gently at your skin. He's in a playful mood now, enjoying the banter. "I am your god," he murmurs between soft kisses. His words alone prompt a moan from you, your back arching up off the bed. "Yes,"

Vader smirks against your skin, the sound of your pleasure like a melody to his ears. He moves down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing your flesh, leaving a trail of gentle bites in his wake. "You belong to me," he whispers, hands releasing your wrists to move to your hips. "Say it." "I'm yours," you whisper back. "You're my owner, my savior, my god." His ego swells, satisfaction rushing through him at your words. He moves lower, getting comfortable between your legs. "That's right, and you will wear my marks to prove it."

"Haa, keep talking," you say breathlessly, body writhing beneath him. Just his words are getting you off, and it's simultaneously the most pathetic and most arousing thing he's ever witnessed. "My little priestess, so eager," he coos, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, pushing them apart and lifting them over his shoulders. "Every inch of you... from your flawless skin, to your quivering body, to your sweet pleas... it all belongs to me."

The metallic smell of blood and the musky scent of your arousal hits him, making him moan and nuzzle his face against the sticky, drying mess decorating your inner thighs. He absolutely adores when you free bleed - you make it so easy for him to worship you.

"Maker, you are vile," you whisper appreciatively, your arm coming to cover your face. He lets out a dry chuckle. "And yet, you are just as filthy." He murmurs before his mouth is on your sex, his tongue desperately working at your entrance. "Ohh-- filthy?" You ask. "Vile," he echoes. "Disgusting, corrupt, pathetic," he reiterates before going back to it, eating you out like a man starved. "I can't stand you," you moan, grinding your hips against his face. He smiles against you, pulling back for just enough air to taunt you. "Yes, you can, you adore me,"

Vader swallows before licking his lips, his eyes half lidded and trained on your glistening cunt. "Say my name," he murmurs, "the one I gave you permission to use." "Anakin," you moan, heels digging into his back. "Your god, my love," he smiles. You cry out, trying to move away from him, but to no avail. He has an iron grip on your thighs, and he presses his face against you further, his tongue delving into your hole, his nose pressed against your puffy clit. "Gods, I'm close,"

He's ruthless, his tongue relentless. He revels in the way you're writhing, and he wants nothing more than to see you come undone at his hand. "Cum for me, for your god," he growls, his voice rough. The effect of his words is almost immediate, and you arch your back up off the bed, hands tangling in the tousled sheets as you come undone, drenching his face in bloody release. He laps up the mess you've made in your pleasure, greedily cleaning you. He moans as he tastes you, savoring your essence. He rises to his knees, hovering over you. "Look at me," he commands.

You turn your head and open your eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears of ecstasy. The lower half of his face is covered in a sticky mix of blood, saliva, and your release, and you can't help but admire the sight. "Look at you, love," he murmurs, "so beautiful, and you taste exquisite." Your cheeks flush a darker pink. "Stop," you whisper, no conviction in your voice. "Why should I? All I want to do is worship you, my goddess," he reaches out, his metallic fingers brushing against your soft skin in a gentle caress of patterns. "You're divine."

"Take me," you whisper, unable to take it anymore. Obliging, he climbs over you, leaning down and capturing your lips with his in a rough, brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth, his body pressing down on you, the entirety of his weight nearly suffocating. While the two of you kiss, your hands rest on his thick biceps while his hands fumble with the waistband of his underwear. His cock, thick and heavy, bounces free, hitting his stomach before settling intimidatingly against your sex.

Vader breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he presses his tip against your slick entrance, spreading precum into the mess. He takes your thighs and guides your legs to wrap around his waist. "Don't tempt me," you whisper, "because I won't let you back out." He can't help but shudder with part fear, part arousal at the threat, knowing that you're serious.

"Your body is a temple," he murmurs as his tip prods your hole, already starting to slip in with ease, "a temple of worship, worship of you," his chest heaves as he pushes himself inside, the squelching sound that accompanies his entrance making the warmth in his lower stomach churn quicker, "my lover, my mistress, my goddess," he sheathes himself inside your warm heat to the hilt, and he lets out a strangled groan, "in which I'll leave a gift, just for you."

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[xo-myloves]

I need brat tamer Peter Steele desperately pleaseeeee

༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕༞༞༞༞༞༞

You were perched on the edge of his velvet couch like you owned the place, a twisted little smirk on your lips, half a cherry sucker in your mouth. Swinging your legs, skirt just barely covering what it needed to, eyes wide with false innocence.

Peter stood in the doorway, shoulders too broad for the frame, arms crossed like a statue carved out of black ice. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you. Looked through you.

“You’re early,” you chirped. “Didn’t think vampires liked the light.”

A slow blink. Then, that deep, syrupy voice:

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

You tilted your head, grinned wider. “Nope.”

Silence again. Not the awkward kind. The dangerous kind. Like the house itself was holding its breath.

He stepped inside. Slow. Deliberate. Heavy boots creaking the floor with every step. You watched the way he moved—like a funeral procession. Like you were the casket.

“You like testing me, don’t you?” he asked, calm as sin.

“I like winning.”

That did it.

He was on you in two steps, one giant hand around your throat, the other gripping your jaw so tight your lips popped open. Not choking. Just reminding you.

“You ever see a lion chase a rat?” he whispered, eyes glinting. “That’s what this is.”

You wriggled, lips brushing his palm. “I’m not scared of you.”

He bent down, mouth at your ear, voice a gravel-dragged threat:

“Oh, baby. You will be.”

Peter let go and tossed you like a doll onto the couch. You scrambled to sit up, but he was already on top of you—one knee between your thighs, arms braced on either side of your head.

He didn’t kiss you. He didn’t have to. His presence kissed you. It suffocated you in thick, gothic pressure.

“You think I won’t make you beg,” he said.

You scoffed, pushing at his chest. “You think you can tame me?”

Peter leaned in, tongue just barely licking up the shell of your ear, then your jaw. Slow, deliberate, cruel.

“Brats are just girls who want to lose,” he said, voice like a velvet coffin. “And I never lose.”

He started slow — hands up your thighs, fingertips teasing. You squirmed.

“Still wanna act cute?” he asked. “Or are you gonna be good?”

You bit your lip.

He laughed. “Didn’t think so.”

Peter reached down, pulled you forward by the neck, and whispered into your mouth:

“Now. On your knees.”

And this time?

You fucking listened.

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Hey! I’m so happy you’re taking requests! The prompt I’m thinking of is, Peter said he loved seeing his sisters putting make up on and he also said he loved making people happy. So I’m imagining girlfriend!reader testing the quality and duration of her new lipsticks by kissing him to check if they transfer and he is just there relaxed and enjoying every minute of being her lipstick tester, giving his two cents about the cosmetics and thinking he is so lucky to have her 😍

Your Kiss

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more Peter Steele masterlist

Peter Steele x f!reader

Peter gives you money for a makeup shopping spree, and you test out the durability of your new lipsticks by kissing him all over😼

No use of y/n, no physical description of the reader but she's really feminine, also she giggles a lot idk what happened, light smut (it’s pretty much fade to black, this ask was just so cute and sweet i kinda just wanted to keep the vibes like that) heavy fluff, sickeningly cute, ~1.3k words

He's watching an old movie with the cat curled up in his lap and when you get home, she jumps off and comes to greet you.

"Hi baby." You greet Peter sweetly as you close the door and give her a few pets.

He gets up and walks over to you. He barely has to take any steps before he's right front of you, gathering you in his arms.

"Hey sweetheart." He murmurs into your hair and kisses the side of your head.

You giggle and press your face into his muscular chest.

"You have fun shopping?" He asks, pulling away.

"Mmhm!" You bite your bottom lip as you smile up at him. You love how tall he is.

"Yeah?" His arms are still around you, "How much money did you spend?"

Your smile grows wider,

"All of it." You say in a sing-song voice.

"Good girl," he smirks a little, "C'mon." He gets behind you and guides you to your bedroom. You try to hide how flustered he just made you with his little comment, but he already knows you are, that’s why he said it.

Peter loved to buy you stuff; clothes, makeup, trips to the hair or nail salon. However, his favorite thing to buy you was lingerie.

He liked it even better when you took him along with you on those errands, holding something up and asking shyly if he liked it. He loved the anticipation of waiting outside as you tried everything on, and leaving still not knowing what you looked like in the sexy little lace sets he’d bought you.

-

He lies in bed and you giggle as you settle in close to him, tucking your legs under you.

"Thank you Peter." You lean down and kiss him on the cheek. He waves you off like it was nothing.

"What'd you get?" He asks.

"I got eyeshadow and some new blush but I mostly got lipstick."

"Lipstick?" His eyes travel down your body and he runs his finger up and down your arm. His eyes flit up to yours, his gaze turning a little hungry.

"Yeah..." You say, teasingly.

"Have you tried any of them yet?"

You break into a grin,

"No." You say in the same tone, "They're from different brands too. I don't know which ones are better."

"Which ones you like better?"

"Well yeah, but also how long they last." You smirk and lean over him, "Like how much I can kiss you before it all rubs off."

"Really?" He looks down at your lips as he tucks your hair behind your ear, "Maybe you need to test them out."

You giggle and hide your face in his chest for a second, then kiss him before jumping up off the bed excitedly.

Your little vanity set up is on the opposite wall and he can see you in the mirror as you dump out all the makeup you bought. You grab the lipsticks and your little handheld mirror before you get back in bed and scooch up next to him again.

His hand finds its way under your skirt, resting on your thigh, and you feel his thumb tracing circles on your skin. He watches with a small smile as you apply the first tube; a bright red.

You kiss him on the lips first, then all over his cheeks and forehead. You can't stop giggling as you kiss down his jaw. You lean back and look at your handy work. His face is covered in your kisses, they're not super noticeable though, and they fade quickly.

"Hmm interesting." You say, "I think I need to collect more data though."

He huffs out a laugh,

"Well I'm happy to be of service to you."

You kiss him and his hand squeezes your upper thigh, almost encompassing it. You let out a soft moan and he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You move so you're more on top of him, still making out. His hand moves further until he's grabbing your ass. Then he's pulling you closer to him and moving you so that you're straddling him, all while not breaking the kiss.

He moans as you bite his lip and he reaches over your ass down to rub you through your panties, his fingers reaching all the way past your clit; the feeling making you grind against his hand. He starts moving one of his fingers under the side of your panties when you sit up suddenly.

"Peter! We're getting distracted!"

"Well, you're very distracting."

Your face warms and you give him a little smile as you lean down to kiss him softly.

"I know I am, but maybe if you're good we can keep going after I'm all done testing these."

"Oh I'll be good." He smirks.

You sit back up and reach for your mirror and the next lipstick to try.

"Mmm that one's nice." He murmurs before you lean down and leave kisses all over his face and down his neck.

"I think I'm running out of room." You say slyly and he grins before sitting up to pull off his shirt.

He lies back down with an arm behind his head, relaxing into the pillows as you try out each one, kissing him softly all over his collarbones and chest. His other hand rests on your back gently, sometimes stroking the back of your head.

He admires you as you carefully apply your lipstick. He loves watching you do your makeup, seeing you all focused on your little ritual. He runs his hands up your thighs so that they're under your skirt again.

You lean down and slowly press kisses down his neck,

"Mmm" He lets out a gravelly sigh that makes your pussy throb.

You move further down his chest, leaving more and more kisses all over his pecs. When you're onto the last tube of lipstick, you move further down his body; kissing along his stomach and down near his waistband, making him moan.

When you move back up over him you can't help but smile. He looks so relaxed, his eyes are heavy-lidded and his raven hair is spread out on the pillow as he looks up at you.

You get an idea and get up, grabbing your polaroid camera before you settle back on top of him.

"What're you up to?" His voice is lazy.

"Nothing," You say with mock innocence as you raise up the camera.

He rolls his eyes and facepalms.

"Peter c'mon." You whine and move his hand, "Just one picture."

"For you, anything." He gives you a lazy half smile.

"That's more like it." You quip and snap a picture, having to rise up a bit to get more of him in the frame.

You set it on the bedside table to develop before leaning down to kiss him again. His hands go up to rest on your arched back, cradling you in his big arms.

"Was I good?" He murmurs against your lips when you pull away slightly.

You let out a little laugh,

"Very good." You bite his earlobe lightly, "I think you deserve a reward for it."

His hand cradles the back of your head as you move down, kissing his body and undoing his jeans.

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After taking him in your mouth- with some difficulty- you cuddle in bed together. Peter's sleepy and sated, still covered in your kiss marks. You kiss him occasionally and run your fingers through his hair.

He ends up falling asleep and you smile at how peaceful he looks. You'll have to wake him up so he can scrub it all off, but you’ll let him sleep a little while longer.

Then you remember the polaroid and grab it, you feel yourself flush as you stare at him in the picture. It came out perfect, he looks so sexy covered in your kisses.

You get up and stick the picture into the frame of your mirror so you can see it everyday.

Such a cute request! I loved this so fucking much. Also I think visually this is one of my cuntiest fics so good job

[brandylovezyou]

Introduction ⁀➷💋

My name is Brandy and I’m 18 years old! I really wanna start writing fics and story’s and posting them on here! I’m new to tumblr so go easy on me lol ♥️

Some of my interests include music, fashion, vampires and other strange creatures, rockstars, reading, writing, anything vintage and watching movies!

Feel free to send me fic requests! I’m up for writing about most things ^^

Who I will write for

Mötley Crüe:

Nikki Sixx

Tommy Lee

Vince Neil

Guns n roses:

Steven Adler

Axl rose

Hanoi rocks:

Razzle Dingley

Michael Monroe

Others:

Dave Mustaine

Peter Steele

Jimmy Page

James Hetfeild

Tom Kiefer

Kirk Hammett

Billy Idol

Mick Jagger

Rules and boundaries

I’m totally willing to write smut fics no problem! However I will NOT include anything with feet, any sort of scat (pee, vomit…ect.) and innc3st. I’m not one to kink shame it’s just not my thing and it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Feel free to send your own requests, I’d really appreciate new ideas when I have writers block, but please try to be a bit specific and I’ll go from there. My dms are also open to everyone too. All my work will be 100% written by me as well!

Thanks for readinggg 💋

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

🖤✨ Welcome! ✨🖤

Hello lovely! 💖 Thank you so much for finding your way to my page! My name is Naboo and I am 25! 👹 Requests are OPEN - I write for whoever so don't be shy - Submit a request and I just might write it!

👽 Rules of the Lair 👽

I do write NSFW as well as SFW; all NSFW works will be marked as such (NSFW 18+).

I do write commission pieces, prices vary based on how quickly you want the fic done but base price is $5 per 500 words.

I try to write my characters gender neutral and use they/them pronouns so everyone can be included. If a fic is not gender neutral it will be listed as such.

Hateful or negative behavior is not tolerated here, you will be blocked and publicly shamed.

Other than all that - enjoy! I really look forward to posting more and interacting with all of you fine folk! :D

MASTERLIST

🥵 - Smut

🍦 - Fluff

🎭 - Angst

🏳️‍🌈 - Gender Neutral

🥀 - Female

🌙 - Male

🚫 - Mature Content / Possibly Triggering

🪐 - Personal Favorite

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BALDUR'S GATE III / ASTARION

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DPR IAN / CHRISTIAN YU

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FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN / DUNE

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DEV PATEL / MONKEY MAN

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SYLUS / LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

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DAVID HOWARD THORNTON

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RANDOM CELEBRITIES / CHARACTERS

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JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER

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VINNIE HACKER

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PETER STEELE / TYPE O NEGATIVE

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