#oystein asrseth

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rare mayhem????

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varg snd øystein fighting over the leaked dick pic

VARG: why did you leak my dick pic??!?

TheHelveteOFC: What is this in reference to?

VARG: cut the shut gaybo. you fucking know.

TheHelveteOFC: Well pardon your vulgar mouth sir!

TheHelveteOFC: My team will be contacting you at a later date. We will settle this accordingly.

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#SQUADGOALS!!!

credits - Kristian Bye

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"It doesn't have to hurt anymore."

pairing: varg/euro, euro/manheim (mentioned) warnings: rape/non-con

summ: “This is what you wanted, Øystein? Right?” Varg asked as his hands met the boy’s dark hair. “You wanted to suck me off. I finally let you. I’m sure you’ve been wanting to for a while. I see the way you look at me. I feel the way you touch me.” “You know that’s what Kjetil would do to me,” he told him. He was right too. Only Varg knew that’s how He’d do it. It wasn’t by chance that he just jumped on top of him and started fucking his face.

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Sweater Weather

Summary: Varg and Euro ftm fluff

Notes: not really edited but its cute

Words: 748

It really wasn’t even that cold, but Varg’s place always was. He always had his fan on, he slept with only a sheet and his duvet. It would drive Øystein insane.

Varg loved the cold, mostly because he loved Øystein’s sweaters. He loved how loosely they fit on his small body, how comfortable he felt when he had them on over a long sleeved turtleneck when he would layer it up. He loved hugging him while he wore them so he could warm him up some more, and he loved when he would wear them under his leather jackets; an adorable juxtaposition between Euronymous, the leader of the most brutal Norwegian Black Metal band, and Øystein, the boyfriend of Varg.

That day was especially cold, Varg was making some fiskesuppe for the week, he didn’t really feel like cooking while he was spending that much time in the studio.

Øystein snuck up from behind him, jumping him a little while he stirred the pot on the stove.

“When are you leaving tomorrow?” The shorter man wrapped his arms around his lovers waist, holding him closer to him and surely distracting him too.

“Early. Probably around six but I’ll kiss you goodbye before I leave like always,” he said back to him, still trying to concentrate on cooking.

“But I don’t want you to leave,” he said as he childishly stomped to the couch and spitefully throw himself onto it with his arms crossed.

Varg sighed, trying to finish the soup as fast as he possibly could so he could carefully carry a warm bowl of it down to Øystein before he softly pushed the boy’s hair out of his face.

“Here baby,” he said to him as he picked up a spoonful and waited for him to open his mouth. “It shouldn’t be too hot. I made sure it wasn’t.” Øystein took it into his mouth and swallowed, it tasted as good as it always did. Varg handed him the bowl and threw an arm around him.

“I know you hate it when I leave, but you know that I have to. And I’d love to take you with me but I know how you get when you’re tired and bored.” He used to bring Øystein to the studio with him whenever he was leaving for the day, but he would get antsy and irritated that Varg wasn’t devoting 100% of his attention to him.

Øystein sighed. “I know.” He kept eating and Varg kept watching him. He always did whenever he would make something for his boyfriend, always looking to see how he liked it, looking for changes in his body language or his face. But he just sat there and listened to Øystein praise his cooking, telling him how rich it was and how good it tasted. He could tell that Øystein was telling the truth too, he wasn’t just sucking up to him like he always used to.

Øystein was still in a shitty mood when they went to sleep, now just wearing his sweater and a pair of boxers. Varg wrapped his arms around his body this time as they lied together in bed, he could feel how flat his chest was when he did.

“You know what I’m going to tell you right?” He hated hearing it, But Øystein knew that he shouldn’t have been binding for that long. He sighed and tried to inch away from Varg.

“Uh-uh. Take it off or I’ll do it for you.” He kept groaning in his stubborn defiance before he rolled onto his back, allowing Varg to get on top of him to lift his sweater up. He was fully capable of taking it off himself, but he just wanted to give Varg another chance to lay his hands on him. 

He gently unlatched all of the buckles on the side and slid it off of him, avoiding looking at his chest before he pulled it down the rest of his body. Øystein didn’t even want to take his sweater off, he’d rather have it the hard way.

Varg lied back down next to him and they returned to their positions. “That’s better. I know how much you hate you chest, but I have to keep my boy safe.”

Øystein sighed once more. “I know. You’re right.” He hated admitting his defeat, but Varg loved being right just as much.

“I always am. And if you drop you attitude, maybe I’ll get you a new sweater.”