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child0feden · 4 months ago

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UNHOLY DEITY

øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth x reader x pelle “ dead ” ohlin

♡ general throuple dating headcanons for øystein and pelle!

୨୧ what is better than one metal boyfriend? two, obviously! the person who requested this in the comment section of two is better than one seems to have deleted their account so i just marked this as an anon request <3

♡ requested by anon | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: pagan winds return by decayed - ageispolis by aphex twin

♡ pelle is very much an observer in this relationship!

୨୧ but not in a creepy way and not in a way where you and øystein are leaving him out of couple activities or really anything even like that…

♡ pelle just enjoys to admire you two sometimes, he likes to watch the two of you and not get in the middle

୨୧ this is usually especially common on the infamous days where pelle does not have a huge want or need for physical touch

♡ pelle will just sit back, watching you and øystein as you engage in a sloppy make out session, admiring the way your mouths open to allow your tongues to meet, watching as you grind your hips down on øystein��s lap as he holds your hips with pale hands…

୨୧ he just really likes to watch you two get lost in each other, get lost in love… he is kind of a voyeur but neither you nor øystein mind at all, always inviting him to join but sometimes he just does not feel like it and would prefer to simply watch

♡ again, you and øystein do not purposely leave him out of things! pelle makes the choice to watch on his own and it is definitely not always like this…

୨୧ a lot of the time, pelle will join you when he feels like some physical touch and affection will not hurt him! he will come over to you as you sit atop øysteins lap, his lanky frame standing over you from behind as he leans down to you, your head tilting back to meet his chapped lips in a messy kiss whilst øystein chuckles and runs his calloused hands along your soft hips

♡ or even when you and øystein are doing mundane daily tasks like washing the dishes together, pelle will quietly come up behind you and simply hold your hips whilst bringing his head down to rest his chin atop your shoulder! smiling just a little as you tilt your head to plant a kiss on his pale cheek which quickly blossoms into a rose red blush when øystein pats his opposite cheek with a soapy, wet hand and coos at the two of you

“ you’re blushing pelle, you love her kisses, hm? give him another kiss, vakker ” ( øystein laughs softly as he says it, only causing you to shove him gently before giving pelle another kiss on the cheek and stroking his other cheek, noticing how warm they are with blood rushing to them as he blushes even deeper )

୨୧ this notion of enjoying to observe you and øystein also comes into play when sleeping!

♡ when pelle does not fall asleep with you and øystein, he just really likes to watch you guys…

୨୧ again, this is not in a creepy way though! he absolutely does not watch you guys in a creepy way

♡ i suppose the right word would be admire, pelle really likes to admire you and øystein as you both sleep… he likes to admire your faces as they are completely soft and at rest, likes to watch as you and øystein cling to each other even in the fog of sleep, his eyes glistening fondly as øystein stretches a leg over yours and you reach a hand over to his chest…

୨୧ pelle just thinks you both look so at peace, so safe and beautiful! he could watch you two all night, probably even going to grab his sketchbook to draw the two of you, replicating your sleeping forms with love and dedication, trying to put your beauty down on his paper the best he knows how

♡ sometimes, after a while of drawing, pelle will start to get tired… his eyes becoming irritated and sore as he fights to stay awake, a very obviously losing battle as he sighs deeply before putting his sketchbook and pencil down on his desk, standing up and taking steps towards your shared bed, trying to tread quietly as to not wake you or øystein

୨୧ pelle will either climb in between you and øystein, both of your bodies automatically shifting in your shared sleep to let him get in the middle before you cuddle into him slightly, your head coming to rest on his chest as øystein throws an arm over him

♡ or he will get behind you in a big spoon position, letting you cuddle further into øysteins chest as pelle cuddles you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looks over at øysteins soft, sleeping face…

୨୧ it never takes him long to fall asleep with you two by his side, he feels… protected and at peace, as if he has been taken to some kind of beautiful wonderland of serenity where he has no thoughts of harm or death, no thoughts of leaving

♡ and when you guys wake up, it is just a total mess of limbs and long hair spread like halos against the pillows, legs tangled and blankets rustled

୨୧ none of you ever want to get up and out of bed though, the three of you are just so warm and comfy, so at peace as you quietly talk to each other about your plans for the day, accents stronger and voices deeper as they still wake themselves up

♡ øystein is usually the first one to actually step out of bed, only to go take a piss, yelling back to you and pelle to ask if you want some breakfast, making you look over at pelle and ask him the same question in a soft voice, smiling as pelle nods his head a little before cuddling back into you more as you yell an answer back to øystein

୨୧ your breakfast is never incredible, none of you really know how to cook all that great but especially not øystein nor does the band shared house ever really have a lot of amazing food supplies in stock

♡ he usually just comes back to the room with three hot drinks balanced in his hands, cursing slightly under his breath at the heat burning his pale hands as he places them down on the bedside tables before jogging back downstairs to grab the food which consists of fruit and cereal, the fruit mainly being for pelle who enjoys just shoving the whole fruit into his mouth and getting eating over as fast as he can

“ argh! fuck, burning my damn hands… here, vakker… made you some hot chocolate and pelle, some tea for you… let me go grab the breakfast, got some fruit for you too, pelle ” ( pelle asks øystein if his hands are okay so quietly, speaking up just before he leaves the room with a near silent voice as øystein looks back at him and smiles, smacking his hands together and assuring pelle he is just fine, waiting for pelle to nod in response before leaving )

୨୧ having two boyfriends who are in the same band together means you go to their band practices with them whenever you can!

♡ they both really like when you come along with them, both say that with you around, they perform much better… you will often be the one recording the band practices for them, shooting them both smiles and blowing them corny little kisses from behind the camera, øystein always throwing some lewd gesture back to you whilst pelle simply smiles back at you, long blonde hair messily covering his face from his headbanging

୨୧ it is the same with concerts too! you always go to their concerts whenever you can, helping them get ready backstage, helping them with their corpse paint and other things

♡ you always help pelle with his corpse paint first, knowing he’s the much less grabby and horny one, he will not be constantly trying to turn it into a make out session like your other boyfriend

୨୧ pelle more so just sits still as a statue and lets you do it, holding your hips softly as you sit atop his lap, straddling his hips as you slowly drag the black painted brush across his face, laughing when you see his nose twitch from the ticklish feeling which causes him to smile up at you

♡ whilst you are doing this, øystein sits off on a chair to the side, watching the two of you with a cheeky smirk but not particularly saying much, just waiting his turn

୨୧ and his turn is always a stark contrast to pelle, øystein is like a rabbit, always horny and wanting more! the second you lift a leg over his lap and go to sit, he is grabbing your hips and pulling you right down onto him, leaning his head up for a sloppy kiss before you shove him back, telling him to quit it as you begin to paint his face before feeling his hands reaching to your behind and groping your ass…

♡ you never let øystein go too crazy, just letting him feel you up as much as he wants but always pushing him back when he leans up for what you know would be a sloppy kiss, not wanting to ruin the corpse paint you just spent your time doing for him…

୨୧ øystein will usually look over to pelle who is either watching the two of you with soft eyes or staring into the mirror in front of him, asking him if he is all good and prepared for the concert before helping you get up and off his lap

“ hey, pelle… you alright? everything all ready and fine? good… come on, vakkar, up and away we go ” ( øystein will drag you in for one last sloppy kiss before going on stage, he has to! and pelle, well he is more content with a simple, soft kiss on the lips as you stroke his cheek, wishing him good luck as he pulls away )

♡ neither øystein nor pelle ever really get jealous of each other!

୨୧ both of them are very comfortable with the affection you share between them and how you even it out, they never really feel that one is more loved than the other or anything like that

♡ maybe earlier in the newly formed throuple, pelle would have been slightly insecure and jealous watching whenever you kissed or showed any major affection to øystein but you could always tell something was up and would ask him about it, both you and euronymous comforting him and assuring him that you love him just as much, proving it then and there by littering his pale face in butterfly shy kisses

“ pelle, come… you know she loves you, right? and you know i… care for you? don’t be silly, vakkar, show him ” ( øystein still might have a little trouble saying out loud that he loves and cares for pelle, it is just how he is, just an affect of the times, but he will work up to it )

୨୧ once the throuple relationship has been going on for a while, i think pelle would really lose almost all of his jealousy though some insecurity would remain but that is something you guys very easily help him with!

♡ pelle needs quite a bit of reassurance in any type of relationship, it is just how he is! and now, he has two partners to give him all the assurance and love in the world which he appreciates more than anything…

୨୧ when it comes to being jealous of other people though? yeah, that is definitely much more common from both of them

♡ they will watch for a short while, watch as someone obviously flirts with you as your face is entirely uninterested, both of them standing side by side as pelle roughly picks at some loose threads on his jeans and øystein crosses his arms tightly, both of their eyes staring at the scene in front of them

୨୧ surprisingly, pelle is the first to mumble something down to øystein, something about how they should get the person and torture them somewhere in the woods which causes øystein’s eyes to widen slightly before looking up at pelle and smirking

“ yeah… yeah, that’s a damn good idea, pelle! you got a lot of good ideas in that swede brain, you know that? ” ( this will only cause pelle to blush slightly before he looks back over at you, seeing as you walk back towards them having finally gotten rid of the person yourself )

♡ when you come back over, øystein will jokingly huff and tell you they were going to come over and deal with them, tell you about how they were planning to take them out to the woods and do some unsavoury things but this only causes you to laugh and lean up to pelle, kissing his still blushing cheek and asking if that would have been his idea to which he simply nods shyly, bringing an arm around you and leaning down to place a kiss on your lips

୨୧ you guys are a strangely lowkey throuple! not like you mean to be though, i mean in more of an accidental way!

♡ most people assume you are dating øystein, since he is the one who is more openly affectionate and always kissing up on you, groping you and holding you! so when people see you kissing pelle or really doing anything affectionate with him whilst øystein is away, they are quick to report back to øystein, calling you just about every definition of a cheating whore under the sun as øystein stares and strokes his chin sarcastically

୨୧ the second the snitch walks him back over to where he saw you loving up on pelle, øystein immediately turns it into a huge joke and looks back at the person, gesturing towards you two and laughing

“ this? oh satan below, would you look at this? my vakker, my one true love, is cheating on me with… her boyfriend! urgh… well, i suppose it is time for you to leave, hm? ” ( the person simply stares in shock and confusion for a good couple of seconds before mumbling and walking off, shaking their head as if trying to wake themselves up because no way øystein is… just sharing you, right? )

♡ even after so many instances of this happening, your throuple relationship is still not insanely known to people! either that or people take it as a joke, but the people who do know about it, like your close friends, are very uncaring towards it! they just want to make good music and party, who cares? and that is good enough for you guys, especially for pelle who is not too fond of much extra attention…

୨୧ when pelle wants to go for a midnight walk in the forest surrounding the band shared house, you will almost always go with him but øystein is a whole different story!

♡ øystein is like a cat, when he is comfy and warm in bed, he does not want to leave! and usually you will leave him to it, letting him get some sleep as you and pelle talk a nice walk but sometimes, just sometimes, you will tease him… sighing softly and saying well, you will just have to enjoy the lust of the full moon with pelle and pelle alone, oh well… hearing pelle snicker slightly and the implication of what you might get up to in the woods? that will almost always wake his horny self up and get him walking with you, complaining the whole time about how damn cold it is as pelle rolls his eyes, mumbling back to him about how it is not even that cold as you laugh between them, appreciating their friendly banter back and fourth, appreciating the side of pelle that so few people ever see

୨୧ you know how i mentioned pelle being a bit of a voyeur up at the top of this? yeah, this very much comes into play during sex too

♡ pelle is not always in the mood for sex, just as he is not always in the mood for physical touch, but he does want to watch you be pleasured, he wants to watch as euphoria takes over your face

୨୧ so, sometimes he just watches as øystein takes you… sitting on his desk chair or even just the bottom of the bed and watching with glazed over eyes, watching as your glistening bodies move together and listening to your shared moans fill the small bedroom

♡ pelle might masturbate whilst watching but sometimes, he will just… watch, he will admire the dance of intimacy take place in front of him, studying how your body takes to øystein’s and if you ever reach your hand out to pelle? still engaged in a sloppy, mid thrust, make out session with øystein? he will gladly lean over and take your hand in his, letting you squeeze it as øystein hits that perfect spot inside of you, staring right into your eyes as you look up at him

୨୧ i do not think pelle would ever be the biggest fan of double penetration, it just feels a little too cramped for him so when he has sex with you and øystein, he either likes to spit roast or simply take turns having you, letting the other catch their breath in between rounds

♡ either way, this relationship is surprisingly very casual and normal, none of you ever felt weird or crazy in it, you just felt right <3

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nom-nommmm1 · 10 months ago

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Hi Oli,

I love your Lords Of Chaos stories so much, so could you write one for me? :)

I was thinking about Pelle x Fem reader, where she's Euronymous sister, and they have to keep their relationship a secret.

Xoxo and also I just saw that you write for some niche fandoms I really love, I can't wait for more stories to come

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - PELLE/DEAD

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AHHH HI ANON!! I’m so happy you like my stories! You’ll never know how much it means to me 🫶 also I’ve had ‘dirty little secret’ by The All-American Rejects stuck in my head FOR A WEEK truly amazing timing anon. But anyways, I look forward to see you request other fandoms soon. Also I didn’t know if you wanted to make this a smut or fluff so I’m gonna do fluff bc I’ve been in such a fluffy mood lol, request another if you’d like smut and I’ll gladly do it ❤️

Content warning !!: sweet!pelle x fem!reader, fluff?? There’s a suggestive part butt they don’t actually do it, kissing, hair pulling

The doorbell rings as the tussling of keys can be heard from Euronymous’ hands. “I got it!” I shout, opening the door to see Pelle standing there awkwardly. “Hey Pelle! You’re just in time, we’re all about to head to the movies” I say looking at the blonde haired boy, his cheeks turning a slight pink tone. “Oh yea uhm..Euro texted me” he says avoiding my gaze. He shuffles away from the doorway, letting Euronymous and I out. We all proceed to get into Euros car. “So are Faust and the guys meeting us there?” Pelle asks after a few minutes of nothing but the sound of the radio.

“Yeah, they’re just gonna be a minute since traffic’s pretty bad on their side” Euronymous says, putting his foot to the gas as the light turns green. Pelle nods, staring out the window, looking around at all the passing cars. I look at Pelle, he looks..tired? “You alright?” I ask. The blonde looks at me, seeming somewhat surprised by me breaking the silence. “Yea I’m fine y/n” he says looking back out the window to avoid the conversation.

The car pulls into the movie theater parking lot, we all get out walking up to the register. “Hello, what movie are we seeing today folks?” The cashier asks politely. “Three tickets for this movie please” Euronymous says, placing the money on the counter,pointing to a movie. “Of course, the concessions are inside” the cashier says handing us our tickets. Euronymous nods in acknowledgment, holding the door open for Pelle and I.

Walking up to the concessions counter Euro turns to us. “What do you guys want?” He asks pulling out a 20 dollar bill. “Popcorn and a slurpy?” I ask. “Sure sis, what about you Pelle?” He asks turning to the blonde. “Oh- I’m fine with whatever,” he says quickly, almost taken out of a trance. “Alright, you guys can sit down while I pay for this stuff” Euronymous says, pointing to the tables next to the bathrooms.

I nod walking over to the table, Pelle following close behind. We sit down. I look at Pelle, taking in his features as he refuses to look at me. “What’s wrong?” I ask putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Nothing y/n” he says moving out of my touch. Euronymous comes back with a handful of snacks. “Come help me get the rest guys” we all grab our own snacks and drinks. “Sorry you guys are going to have to share popcorn, I was two bucks short to get another” Euro said as we walked down to our designated auditorium. “It’s fine Euro” I say as we take our seats.

The theaters lights dim as music from the projector plays, the movie is finally starting after what feels like an hour of previews. I go to reach for the bag of popcorn accidentally putting my hand on Pelles, immediately pulling away. “Sorry” I say quickly before turning back to the movie. The movie continues on, the main character jumping out into the frame of the projector screen.

The audience chuckles as they say a joke as a criminal swings at them. I take a sip of my slurpy taking a brief glance at Pelle. I look away as I see his eyes look over to me. I lean to Euronymous, whispering in his ear. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back” he nods as I get up from my seat, walking down the dimly lit movie theater stairs.

I walk into the bathroom, splashing water in my face, starting to sob into my hands. After a few minutes I hear slight knocking on the bathroom wall, a figure slowly coming into my line of vision. The figure comes closer to me, rubbing my back. “I’m sorry we have to do this” the figure says. “What..?” I ask looking up, at first confused but soon my confusion is clarified as I see Pelle, still there rubbing my back.

Pelle frowns, wiping my tears away. “I can’t stand to see you cry, but you know why we have to keep this a secret, right?” He asks coming closer to me. I nod looking into Pelles warm brown eyes. “I know, Euro won’t allow it” I reply sniffling. Pelles frown grows and he wraps his arms around me, putting his head in my neck giving me a small kiss.

“Just wait a little longer, we can convince him” Pelle says brushing my hair out of my face. I nod again looking at him glumly. “Hey it’s okay, I promise” he says smiling, waiting for me to smile back but I don’t. Pelle then puts me into a kiss, my eyes widen in shock but I kiss him back passionately. I wrap my arms around Pelles neck. Pelle kisses me harder, putting his hands on my waist, picking me up. “Pelle!” I yelp feeling his hands on my ass, lifting me up.

Pelle places me on the bathroom counter, pushing me against the mirror as his lips attack mine. “I missed this” he mumbles into my lips, coating them with our saliva. I giggle pulling onto Pelles hair. He moans in my mouth, biting my lip and touching up on my body. He’s about to undo his pants before we hear a voice of a staff member. “Get out of there before I call your mamas!!” The staff member screams banging her mop on the floor. Pelle and I bolt out of the bathroom making out to our movie auditorium. “Remember, keep this between us” Pelle says before opening the door for me.

“Of course” I say walking in. “Alright, I’m gonna wait out here for a few minutes so they don’t think anything” he says giving me a quick kiss before shutting the door, smiling.

SORRY FOR THE DELAY BBS IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY N THERES BEEN A BUNCH OF DRAMA W MY FRIENDS BUT IMMA TRY TO UPLOAD

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rhaenyrathecruell · 8 months ago

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Me 🤝 posting mayhem memes

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lords-of-mayhem · 9 months ago

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Can you write Pelle and Øystein story that includes P fucking Ø in Ø's room when Pelle first came to Norway? And Pelle having to gag him so his parents don't hear

Sure thing! I hope you enjoy it <3

Socially Constructed Sabotage

Warnings: Loss of virginity, brief dirty talk, top Pelle, bottom Øystein, barebacking, creampie, fingering, brief rimming, loud sex, gagging, rough sex

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The first problem Øystein had run into with Pelle was communication. Jan, Jørn, and himself had all assumed that they’d be able to understand Pelle. Their languages were close enough for it to make sense, after all. They’d figured they could at least identify enough words to piece together what he was trying to say and he could do the same for them. The car ride back to Øystein’s home had proved that theory incorrect.

“Vart är vi på väg?” Pelle asked and Øystein was totally lost, having him repeat himself a couple more times. He went slower each time, but Øystein still couldn’t quite make sense of it.

“Jeg forstår ikke,” Øystein admitted after a moment, deciding to just tell Pelle that he hadn’t understood any of his words. “Snakker du noe norsk?” He asked, hoping that Pelle spoke more Norwegian than he spoke Swedish, but Pelle only stared back at him. It was clear that he didn’t understand him any better. “Do you speak English?” Øystein finally decided to ask, hoping it would be a good middle ground for them.

If they couldn’t communicate in English, he genuinely didn’t have any other ideas for how they’d be able to. He couldn’t imagine not being able to talk at all would work out. His heart had begun racing in his chest, hoping bringing Pelle all the way out here wouldn’t be for nothing. He was confused when Pelle began giggling, unsure of what had been so funny.

“Engelska. Ja,” Pelle agreed finally. “You have a cute accent,” He added in English, words a lot clearer than Øystein had expected them to be. The words themselves made Øystein turn red, caught off guard by the compliment and unused to words like ‘cute’ being used for him.

That brought about the second problem Øystein had with Pelle. The blonde had a habit of ascribing him various descriptors or names that made his stomach feel weird. The real problem came with the fact he knew why Pelle complimenting him made him feel like that. He’d found Pelle attractive from the moment they’d met and he enjoyed being around him, and all the flirting from the Swedish man made things worse.

He was very fond of calling Øystein every name he could think of. Cute and adorable were usually the ones he used most often, but he was also partial to using pretty and any variation of calling Øystein small. The latter annoyed Øystein more than the rest did, but that knowledge only seemed to encourage Pelle to continue doing it. He tried to act unphased by it in hopes Pelle would get bored and stop, although that hadn’t worked yet.

Luckily, Pelle didn’t often comment on his size. Most of the time, he was friendly enough and could even be pretty agreeable. As agreeable as he could be, he was also equally capable of pushing boundaries and trying to force Øystein out of his comfort zone. This often came in the form of physically putting himself in Øystein’s personal space.

It had started small at first, so small Øystein hadn’t even noticed it right away. There were touches that lingered a bit too long, touching him when it definitely wasn’t necessary to, hands resting on the small of Øystein’s back when he tried to slip by him in the kitchen, Then it progressed to outright groping at Øystein’s sides, finding the soft curves where a bit of baby fat still clung to him and kneading at the skin.

When Øystein protested, he’d simply laugh at him and squeeze rougher. Øystein knew he could push Pelle away if he needed to, he could likely even fight him off if it came down to it. A part of him had to admit he kind of liked it, though. It was hard to explain, but he liked Pelle’s hands on him and he liked them more when they were handling him so roughly. He’d never been touched like that before, but he could get used to it.

One such morning, Øystein was trying his best to make breakfast with everyone crowding up the kitchen. Nobody else had left the house yet and he was annoyed when he kept getting bumped into, but he paused when he felt a familiar hand circle around his waist. Pelle squeezed tighter and peered into the pan.

“Looks good,” He praised in English, giving Øystein a small smile. His parents talked away in the background, but Øystein was solely focused on Pelle and the fact he was not pulling away. Pelle’s voice lowered and he whispered to him in Swedish, something he only did when he was angry or saying something filthy. “Jag önskar att jag kunde ha dig över den här disken,” He began, his tone definitely indicating it was the latter. “ Jag skulle knulla dig tills du grät för mig,” Øystein shivered, being able to identify the word fuck in there somewhere.

He “accidentally” elbowed Pelle in the ribs, dislodging how close they were. Clearing his throat, he went back to his cooking and tried to stop blushing so brightly. Pelle smirked at him, but left him alone for the time being. Øystein knew this peace wouldn’t last very long. Øystein decided to get ahead of this and confront Pelle about it first, not giving him the opportunity to corner him about it.

They were both sitting in his room when he decided to bring it up. He was flipping through a magazine, only halfway paying attention to it. He was far more focused on how he was going to handle this. Pelle was sitting at his desk, reading a book and occasionally stopping to jot down notes. Øystein wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he’d learned it was better to just let Pelle do his thing when he wasn’t causing any trouble.

“Pelle,” Øystein said suddenly, catching the blonde’s attention. “What did you say to me in the kitchen this morning?” He questioned, heart in his throat. He didn’t know where this might lead them and he wasn’t sure if he was more scared or excited to find out, but he was too far gone now.

“Oh. I told you I’d like to fuck you over the counter until you started to cry for me,” Pelle told him as though he was talking about the weather. Yet another problem with Pelle. He was extremely blunt, either not being aware of social etiquette or simply not caring. It made Øystein shift on the bed, still staring at him. Pelle didn’t glance up from his book and notes very much.

“Would you mean it?” Øystein asked after a moment of silence between them. His heart thumped faster in his chest, definitely bordering on nervousness more than excitement. “I mean, would you actually do that with me?” He elaborated and this seemed to draw all of Pelle’s attention. He sat his book and notepad down entirely, giving his full focus to Øystein, head tilted curiously at him.

“I would,” Pelle agreed, not taking much time to consider it. He watched Øystein carefully, reminding the dark haired man of a cat peering over the fields and looking for a mouse. It was a fitting comparison, Øystein felt a bit like prey even while sitting in his own bedroom. “Why? Would you?” His words had an odd inflection on them that Øystein couldn’t quite decipher and that annoyed him. It made him feel as though Pelle had an advantage over him here and truth be told, he likely did.

Pelle rarely played any games where he did not have an upperhand. He liked racing because he had longer legs, he liked games of wit because he was smart, he did not like games of luck because they were unpredictable and out of his control. And he liked putting Øystein in uncomfortable situations because he was marvelously good at it, and he enjoyed the power of making Øystein squirm around.

“Maybe,” Øystein said finally. “I don’t know, I can’t be sure. I’ve never been with a man before,” He told him and it was the more tactful, although less divulging truth. He’d experimented in the past with himself, only ever a couple fingers to see what it might be like. Pelle did not need to know that information, he reasoned.

“I could show you what it’s like if you’d let me,” Pelle offered and Øystein nodded before he could overthink it. He did want Pelle in this way and he knew that, it was just a matter of not letting himself worry too much. Pelle moved almost as soon as Øystein had said yes, seemingly anticipating that he would agree. “I’ve hoped for this since I arrived,” Pelle admitted to him and went to dig through his bag, eventually fishing out what he had been looking for. He showed it to Øystein proudly, showing off a travel-sized bottle of lube that made Øystein’s cheeks warm up.

It was a bit embarrassing, knowing that Pelle had been hoping to fuck him. Even going so far as to buy the things they would need for it. He wasn’t too surprised, though. He supposed this wasn’t more embarrassing than Pelle whispering filthy words into his ear with his parents mere feet away from them.

“Do you have a condom?” Øystein asked suddenly, vaguely aware that people were supposed to use those. Even two men. Surprisingly, Pelle laughed at him and gave him a look, eyebrow raised.

“I won’t get you pregnant,” He assured and Øystein’s cheeks burned harsher at that. He hadn’t been visibly blushing before, but he knew he was now. He looked away from him, borderline sulking, but Pelle didn’t seem to mind it too much. “Take off your clothes,” He ordered bluntly and Øystein nodded.

When he began taking his clothes off, he was happy to see that Pelle was doing the same. It felt less voyeuristic with him as the center if Pelle was also losing layers at a similar rate. It made him feel more like this was a normal consummation rather than a one-sided, consensual exploitation.

“I’m worried it will hurt,” Øystein admitted to him after a moment, deciding to be honest. His fingers had been uncomfortable enough and he hadn’t quite seen the appeal of anal sex with himself as the receiving partner, but maybe doing this with Pelle would make it inherently different. He distracted himself by admiring the expanses of pale skin that Pelle stripping down exposed to him.

Pelle was so thin that his skin looked painted onto his bones, many of them jutting out sharply. He looked more like an exaggerated illustration of a horror character rather than a real person, reminding Øystein of Dorian Gray’s decrepit and withering body. Yet, there was an odd beauty to his macabre form. Scars littered his body in no real patterns, some intersecting awkwardly.

“I will do what I can to make it not hurt,” Pelle soothed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, not seeming to mind being stared at. Øystein hadn’t fully stripped yet, still wearing his sweater and underwear, and Pelle did not seem to mind this either. “You can take it,” He told him and Øystein raised an eyebrow this time.

“Most people would say they’d be gentle,” Øystein pointed out. The choice to avoid the words seemed deliberate and knowing Pelle, that was definitely likely. The blonde haired man grinned at him with sharp teeth, once again reminding Øystein of the predator in the grass. He was suddenly much more inclined to believe Pelle had no intentions of being gentle with him.

“Do you need me to be gentle, Øystein?” Pelle asked in a tone that left Øystein wondering if it was a genuine offer. The blonde crawled onto the bed with him and slid between his thighs, ignoring the fact Øystein was still clothed. He placed himself there like he belonged, spreading his thighs to be the perfect space for him. He didn’t stop until he was pressed as close as he could manage, leaning over his body and trapping him down to the bed. “Does the idea of giving your virginity away frighten you? Do I need to be soft and sweet while I take it?”

Øystein still couldn’t determine if Pelle was being serious, but he could determine his heart was about to beat out of his chest. Pelle was so close to him, whispering things more sensual than he’d ever been told before. Pelle watched him with intent eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips when Øystein finally shook his head, telling him he didn’t need to be soft and sweet with him.

“Then I won’t be, but you can take it. I’ll make sure you can,” Pelle assured him once he pulled away from the kiss. This time, Øystein nodded in agreement. He could take it. “Finish taking your clothes off for me. Then get on your hands and knees,” Pelle guided and leaned himself away enough to give Øystein the space to do so.

It was obvious Øystein was more insecure about being nude in front of someone else, though it was unclear how much came from inexperience. Still, Øystein followed the instructions given and shivered when the air hit all of his bare skin, highly aware of the differences between their bodies. His skin was unmarred by scars, though he did have areas of acne in some spots and a few stretch marks that had turned white, but not yet disappeared. Pelle had already felt the curves of his hips, one thing Øystein was most self-conscious of, yet he had not seemed to mind them. If anything, it was quite the opposite.

Øystein felt awkward as he turned himself over onto his hands and knees, knocking into Pelle by accident at one point. It was a bit difficult to find a comfortable position, but two hands found his hips and guided him around until he was as settled as he would ever be.

The position was not like anything he’d experienced before, exposing him in a totally new way and letting some of his most sensitive spots be seen. He felt shame wash over him, ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Pelle settled in behind him and cold hands found his ass, spreading him open even more. He barely resisted the urge to try and close his legs, but he knew they’d just be forced back open anyway.

“Perfect. I knew you’d be gorgeous like this,” Pelle praised and Øystein was grateful for this position because it meant Pelle couldn’t see the way Øystein’s face turned a light pink at the comment. “I’m surprised you’ve never been fucked. You’re certainly made for it,” He tacked on and shifted around a bit, hands changing position on his skin. Øystein wasn’t sure what was happening until he felt the first warm, wet press of Pelle’s tongue.

“Fuck,” Øystein hissed out through his teeth, surprised by the sudden contact. Yet again, he found himself thinking about how different things would be if Pelle was a normal lover. Anyone else would warn him before doing such a thing, likely would even ask his permission. But he found himself preferring Pelle’s methods, it was simply shocking. Nobody else had ever even touched him there, let alone like this.

He’d heard about people doing this before, only ever whispered recounts of perverse things. The only tales he’d heard of it had come from someone who knew someone who had slept with some deviant who had licked them there. Now, he was that someone that someone knew and it was more unbelievable than he ever could have imagined.

Pelle licked over every inch of his skin there, moving in steady up and down motions before switching them to left and right. Øystein would squirm every time he hit a particularly sensitive nerve, but he didn’t start fully reacting until Pelle stiffened his tongue just a tad and pressed it inside. It obviously didn’t go in as deeply as a finger or a cock might, but it felt even better than his fingers had.

It was hot and slick enough to glide easily, none of the awkward harsh pressing he’d had to do to get his fingers inside. Pelle moved his tongue in ways Øystein didn’t even know was possible and it earned a moan that was far too loud. His nerves there were sensitive, but not in the way they had been once he’d finally withdrawn his fingers. This sensitivity didn’t make it painful, it didn't leave him red and sore.

He barely even registered it when one of Pelle’s fingers slipped inside of him. It was a completely different experience than it had been with his own fingers. Pelle’s were very slick and went in easily, finding a more comfortable angle and sinking deeper. It moved and wiggled comfortably, encouraging his insides to part rather than forcing them to. All of a sudden, Pelle’s finger pressed differently and it felt as though Øystein had been electrocuted.

He let out a high-pitched sound he would deny if Pelle ever brought it up. He wasn’t sure what had happened to himself, but he knew he wanted more of it. His body froze when he heard the television downstairs turn to silent and he knew his parents were listening for more of a disturbance, trying to see if something was happening that they needed to worry over.

“Be quiet,” Pelle laughed as he pulled his mouth away from Øystein’s body. He kept moving his finger, adding a second one now and avoiding the spot that had made Øystein react so harshly. It was torturous, but Øystein was grateful for it. He doubted he could keep quiet well enough if Pelle hadn’t purposefully gone easier on him. “Don’t want them to hear, do you?” He asked and stretched Øystein out carefully.

Luckily, the sounds of the television resumed a bit later, his parents seemingly satisfied that nothing was amiss. Pelle slid his fingers back against that spot almost as soon as the sounds had continued and Øystein bit his lip so hard it nearly bled to try to stay quiet. His thighs squirmed, but there was nowhere for him to escape to. His cock was fully hard by now and leaking against the bed, and he dreaded having to wash his own sheets tomorrow.

“Does it feel good, liten kråka?” Pelle asked and Øystein could identify these words. They were close enough to his own and he wasn’t sure how he felt about being called a little crow, but his mind was focused elsewhere. He nodded because he didn’t trust his own voice now. “It’ll feel even better when it’s me fucking into you instead,” He added another finger and Øystein had a feeling this would be the last one he used.

It was already more than Øystein had tried on himself, although he was beginning to wonder if he’d done something wrong. Fingering himself had not felt anything like this. Pelle stretched him slow and deep, letting this finger stay inside of him for less time than the others. Perhaps Pelle himself was growing impatient, that thought made Øystein smile. His insides clenched when Pelle’s fingers were removed, already feeling empty and longing for something to replace them. He knew something would.

“Be quiet for me now. Once I start, I’m not stopping. I don’t care if they do hear,” Pelle warned and a person less experienced with him might call his bluff, but Øystein knew better. He knew Pelle would likely keep fucking him even if his parents were knocking on the door. Øystein pressed his arm beneath his mouth to try and keep himself quiet, letting out a small noise when he felt Pelle pressing against him.

His cock felt a lot bigger than his fingers, the blunt head warm as it lined up. The push inside stretched him open a bit, but it was nothing like the pain he imagined he would feel. It burned slightly and the feeling was a little uncomfortable, mostly due to his body never experiencing anything like it. He’d never been so full before and now, it felt as though his organs might not even have enough room.

Øystein breathed out a shaky whine, only stopping when Pelle was all the way inside. It was hard to get enough air into his lungs, feeling so overwhelmed by this. He considered the fact he was no longer a virgin for a moment and wondered if he should mourn the social concept. If he should care that he had given something “special” over to Pelle so easily. Before he could consider the impact of it too much, Pelle was beginning to pull out and press back inside in long movements.

They were slow, deep thrusts that still allowed Øystein to get used to the feeling. Although, he was growing desperate and perhaps felt like he needed to prove something. He pulled his face free from his arms just enough to speak, trying to compose himself a bit.

“Don’t hold back,” He encouraged and he could hear Pelle chuckling behind him. It was a sweeter noise, endeared and amused. Pelle’s body leaned in an awkward way, too long arms reaching down beside the bed and grabbing something. “What are you doing?” Øystein asked skeptically when he saw Pelle had grabbed his underwear off the floor, unsure of what was happening.

“There’s no way you’re going to stay quiet,” Pelle told him and Øystein’s brain was going into overdrive. There was no possible way he was suggesting what Øystein thought he was, but the underwear was pressed in front of his face before he could protest. “Open,” He instructed, his words were even and didn’t leave any room to argue. So, Øystein didn’t. It was embarrassing, more embarrassing than anything else he’d ever done, but he opened his mouth and let Pelle press his own underwear into his mouth.

He shoved the fabric deep, prodding with his fingers until it would be difficult to spit it out without the use of his hands. It nearly gagged Øystein, but he did his best to avoid that from happening. His teeth clenched around the fabric when Pelle began moving his hips once again.

This time, Pelle didn’t hold back. He gave Øystein exactly what he’d asked for, gradually building the pace up and teasing him for just a moment. His hands wrapped tightly around Øystein’s hips, threatening to leave bruises along his delicate skin. It felt primal and desperate, and the makeshift gag only added to that feeling. As Pelle had anticipated, Øystein couldn’t help moaning the second Pelle truly started fucking into him. Although, he was definitely making more noise now than he would have before.

He felt more comfortable making sounds now that he knew they’d be muffled. There was also the fact that it just felt so overwhelming for him, new and exciting. Pelle felt like he was pressing deep into Øystein’s stomach with every thrust, making Øystein’s body feel hot and tight. His teeth clenched down even tighter when Pelle’s angle changed and he was pushing against that spot from earlier.

Øystein would have to have Pelle show him what was making him feel that way later, so he could find it on his own. Although, a major part of Øystein hoped that Pelle could do this for him again. Pelle was mostly quiet behind him, although he didn’t occasionally let out a moan or a shakier breath. His sounds were drowned out by Øystein’s own noises, but he still sounded perfect.

“I want you to come for me,” Pelle whispered out, close to Øystein’s ear and making him shiver. He nodded the best he could and thought for a moment that Pelle wanted him to do it without being touched. A hand pressed down beneath Øystein’s body and wrapped around his cock a few seconds later, though.

Pelle’s hands were soft and long, surprisingly talented as he touched Øystein. He wondered just how much experience Pelle had, but he was grateful for whatever had gotten him so skilled at this. Øystein let out a noise close to a wail and Pelle briefly worried that Øystein’s parents might hear him even through the gag, but as he warned earlier, he didn’t care enough to stop or slow down. He had a feeling that Øystein didn’t want him to either.

Øystein fought to breathe through the gag and the noises that kept tearing their way from his chest, almost impossible to get a full breath in. His toes curled hard enough to cramp up, but he was pushed over the edge a moment later and pleasure overtook the pain. Pelle stroked him through it until it hurt before letting go of his cock, not stopping his own thrusts.

Pelle panted like an animal against his ear as he got closer to the edge. It didn’t take much longer before he came too, spilling deep inside of Øystein and continued fucking it deeper into him. His thrusts slowed finally, after what had seemed like hours, and his breathing was still ragged. He was surprisingly aware, clean hand moving to pull the gag out of Øystein’s mouth. As he did, he heard Øystein choke on his own saliva and cough wetly for a few moments.

“Are you okay?” Pelle asked and Øystein nodded, regaining his composure as his coughing fit died down. Long, clean fingers pressed into the back of Øystein’s hair, close to the roots at the top of his head. He wasn’t sure what Pelle was doing, but he mostly ignored it. His body was overwhelmed and Pelle was prone to doing odd things that Øystein didn’t quite understand. It was best to let it be. Shortly after, Pelle made a curious noise.

“Øystein?” He hummed out and he could hear the grin in Pelle’s voice. He made a noise of acknowledgement. “You never told me you were a blonde,” And just like that, Pelle was once again back to his annoying self and he earned an elbow to the side for it. Although, it barely landed due to the angle and Pelle simply laughed at his efforts.

#eurodead #euronymous x dead #dead x euronymous #rpf #smut #nsft #lords of chaos #mayhem #oystein aarseth #pelle ohlin #euronymous #asks

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necroposerbird · 10 months ago

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anatomy practice. kind of

inspired by @haywire-hetfield 's pelle/øystein fic, it's so fucken good. check it out

#pelle ohlin #mayhem #euronymous #euronymous x dead #øystein aarseth #mayhem fanart #black metal #digital art

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haywire-hetfield · 10 months ago

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SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS DEMANDING ESP SINCE YOU RECENTLY WROTE ONE BUT ughhhh I love your pelle and oystein writings sooo much pleade feed us another one

It's not demanding at all! I hope you enjoy it

Warnings: Hand jobs, frottage, forest sex, depression, self-harm.

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Øystein didn’t think anyone would call Pelle easy to deal with. Between the dead things he dragged back into the house and his bouts of confining himself to his bed, he was a handful and often grated on Øystein’s nerves. Handling him seemed to be an almost full-time job.

Still, there were good times when Øystein could simply forget about how difficult it was.

It seemed that there was never a medium, simply two different extremes. Either Øystein felt ready to actually kill his bandmate or he felt like he was on top of the world and would never come down. Luckily, today seemed to be one of the latter situations.

Øystein had followed him out into the woods, creeping as quietly as he could along with Pelle. He was hunting after something, although Øystein was unsure of what it exactly was. It might have been a rabbit, but it was all the same to Øystein in the end. He didn’t gain any of the pleasure Pelle did from killing something; he was simply in it because it made Pelle happy. It was a good reprieve from the usual melancholy Pelle usually conducted himself with.

Pelle had kept the knife with himself, insisting Øystein wouldn’t be able to catch something and he did have a point. Although, Øystein wasn’t sure how many things Pelle actually caught either. But he was perceptive and quick. Ironically enough, Pelle reminded him of a cat in a lot of ways.

Øystein barely had time to react when Pelle suddenly took off after something that he himself hadn’t even noticed.

“Pelle,” Øystein called to him, running after the blonde as soon as he realized what was going on. Flashes went through his mind of Pelle falling with the knife and accidentally killing himself, impaling himself too deeply for duct tape or a few stitches to fix. “Drop it,” He insisted, speaking to him in the same way one might talk to an unruly dog who had grabbed something it shouldn’t.

Pelle glanced over his shoulder to look at Øystein, giggling at him and obediently tossing the knife into the fallen leaves on the forest floor. He kept running, though. The realization hit Øystein a moment later that Pelle was no longer running after something, he was running from Øystein. And he wanted him to chase.

It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, Pelle often enjoyed playing weird little games with Øystein. He was happy to indulge this one, it rarely carried any risk of Pelle actually getting hurt outside of a few scratches and bruises. It made Øystein’s lungs and legs burn, however. He wasn’t used to running after something and he knew he only ever grabbed Pelle once the man let himself be caught. Sometimes, Øystein believed Pelle liked being captured more than being chased.

Øystein gave chase regardless, doing his best to catch up to the taller man. He followed the flashes of blonde hair, trying to avoid the trees and roots. He wasn’t quite sure how Pelle managed to make this look so graceful and effortless.

Pelle glanced over his shoulders a few more times as he darted through the trees, smiling every time he did so. Øystein could get used to seeing him carefree in this way, even if it was making his breathing grow heavy and his heart race faster. Pelle always seemed to know exactly how long Øystein could go, letting himself be caught up to. This time was no different.

Suddenly, Pelle stopped in his tracks and spun to face Øystein. He didn’t have enough time to react before he crashed into Pelle, sending them both onto the ground. Pelle was laughing sharply as his back hit the ground, the noise becoming strained and airy as the wind was knocked out of him. Øystein landed roughly on top of him, grunting as their bodies collided hard enough that he worried there would be bruises by tomorrow.

“Jesus, Pelle. Don’t do that,” He complained, trying to reorient himself. He did a quick mental check of his body, making sure he hadn’t seriously hurt anything on the rough tumble to the ground. Nothing seemed to be out of place.

“Stay,” Pelle encouraged as Øystein tried to climb to his feet. His arms curled around the dark haired man’s middle, keeping him close. It earned him a weird look that he only met with a smile. “I don’t want to go back yet,” He added, softer than he had been before.

Øystein checked around them, making sure nobody could see them tangled up like this. Logically, he knew they wouldn’t be disturbed out here. They were in the middle of nowhere with nothing to find except the occasional animal. Knowing that didn’t keep him from double checking.

“We can stay,” Øystein told him softly, almost as though he was afraid to get too loud. He knew what Pelle wanted, the same thing they’d tried a few times before now. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he wanted it too. He’d wanted it every single time, although he never initiated and often tried to put up a fuss about it before always giving in.

Pelle moved first, knowing he had to. The press of their lips was gentle in the beginning, it usually was. He liked to ease into things most of the time, Øystein had discovered. It was surprising to him if he was being honest, Pelle was so quick to dive head-first into everything else. Øystein didn’t really mind warming him up a bit first if that was what he needed.

He waited for a moment before he kissed Pelle back, deciding against truly fighting him on this. There was nothing around, no chance of someone stumbling upon them. Even if there was somebody else all the way out here, they’d hear them crunching through the leaves and twigs long before they could stop them.

Øystein waited for a bit, just kissing Pelle softly for a time before he slipped one hand up beneath his shirt. Pelle’s skin was slightly chilly underneath his touch, both from his natural coolness and from the fact he wasn’t dressed warmly enough for the weather. He never seemed bothered by the elements and Øystein thought he could be freezing to death without even being phased.

Pelle pulled free from the kiss to catch his breath, shifting around a bit when Øystein’s fingertips grazed over semi-fresh cuts littering his sides. The blood on them was dried, although they hadn’t begun to truly scab over yet and Øystein could tell that they were sensitive.

“Show me them,” Øystein murmured and Pelle knew exactly what he wanted. He shoved Øystein away from him enough to wiggle out of his long-sleeved shirt, tossing it aside and trying to get comfortable on the abrasive forest floor. As it was, leaves and dirt already clumped in his blonde hair. “There’s so many more,” Øystein noted, a hint of awe in his voice as he looked on.

Pelle’s pale skin was marred by angry red marks covering so much of him. There were old ones, some that had already scarred over and no longer looked irritated. Øystein’s eyes were drawn to the new ones, though.

There was significantly more than there had been and he wasn’t sure where to look first. Most were thin, long lines going horizontally along his sides. It appeared as though he had tried to trace lines over each ridge of his ribs, but had either gotten bored or otherwise forced to stop quickly into the idea. There were only two cuts that traced over his ribs on one side. The rest were scattered haphazardly, seemingly no real reason to it. Some were long, some were short, they were all various depths.

Øystein reached out to touch one particularly nasty looking one close to Pelle’s hip, stroking his thumb over it gently. It was deep, almost to the point where Øystein would worry it might need stitches if he’d seen it when it was fresh. Now, the blood had dried into thick globs along the wound and he dug his nail into it harshly without thinking. It made Pelle’s body jerk and a hiss escaped his throat, although he didn’t fight against him.

The action drew blood to the surface, dislodging the dried blood that was already there and forcing fresh red to ooze out. He was captivated by it for a moment and he wished he could draw more, but he kept the thought to himself. His eyes wandered and landed on a small X that had been carved into his side. The placement was specific and Øystein realized that it was a target of sorts. It was the right angle for a knife to be forced inside and up into his heart.

He reached out to trace over the small mark and he felt Pelle tensing beneath his touch. It seemed he’d learned his lesson from a few moments prior, now fearing nails would always follow fingertips. Øystein remained gentle with him this time, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Do you want to die?” Øystein asked him. Pelle blinked at him slowly, another one of his habits that reminded Øystein of a cat. He’d never tell him that, of course, not unless he wanted to really piss him off. Maybe another time. Pelle considered the question for a while, lost deep in his own thoughts and Øystein wondered how the question was truly that difficult. Either Pelle wanted to die or he didn’t.

“Sometimes,” Pelle told him after his brief silence. His tone was flat and unreadable, and Øystein hated him when he took that voice with him. He didn’t enjoy not being able to tell what Pelle was feeling or thinking and he suspected the blonde haired man knew as much.

“So, why haven’t you?” It was a question that had lingered on Øystein’s mind often. Pelle’s obsession with death, his depression, the self-harm. All signs pointed to yes except for the fact that Pelle was still alive.

Killing oneself didn’t seem overly difficult to Øystein, he was sure he could do it himself if he wanted to. And Pelle certainly could. He’d proven time and time again he had no issue with hurting himself, getting close to actually dying once because of it. He could do it if he really wanted to.

Pelle did not answer him this time. Instead, he leaned up to grasp onto Øystein’s shoulders, pulling him down closer to kiss him again. This one was rougher than the previous had been, the younger clearly attempting to change the subject of their interaction. Pelle had always lacked a certain tact for social situations, even by Øystein’s own standards, and one of his biggest social faux pas was how sharply he changed topics when he didn’t care to discuss something.

Øystein decided he could let it go this time. They could talk about it more later if he truly desired the answer, although he wasn’t certain if he actually cared or not. The decision was ultimately Pelle’s and he sincerely doubted he wanted someone trying to force their idea of what was best for him. In all honesty, Øystein didn’t even know what would be best for Pelle. It was much easier to just let the topic drop and focus on this moment again.

The kiss deepened and that was more than enough to recapture his full attention. He could count the number of people he’d kissed on one hand, but Pelle was easily the best at it. Long fingers reached down Øystein’s back, fiddling at the hem of his shirt and attempting to pull it off, earning a sharp slap against his knuckles.

“It stays on,” Øystein told him, drawing away from his lips enough to speak. It earned an indignant look and noise from Pelle, but he didn’t fight him on it. Finally, something Pelle just accepted and didn’t force Øystein to argue with him on. “Don’t pout.”

Pelle didn’t say anything about it, although his expression didn’t sweeten by much. Øystein chose to ignore it. Instead, he kissed Pelle again and pressed closer to his body. He didn’t even notice when he started rocking against the blonde, too caught up in paying attention to him. Long fingers settled for just touching Øystein’s skin beneath his shirt, fingertips running along his spine before nails dragged back down the length.

The sharp sting on his skin spurred him to continue rocking against Pelle, groaning as his jeans provided a bit of harsh friction. He was hard in his jeans now, straining against the front. Pelle seemed to be in a similar state when he thought to take notice. His hands slipped between them, pulling away from the kiss and putting space to open their jeans.

His fingers were clumsy as he worked them open, shoving them down only far enough to serve its purpose. Pelle was completely hard when Øystein finally exposed them both and his fingers wrapped around the blonde man’s cock a moment later. He didn’t react much at first which surprised Øystein, but he supposed the other had always been odd.

For a long time, he hadn’t even been sure Pelle desired sex. He’d never expressed any interest in girls and hadn’t ever really showed signs of enjoying sexual contact at all. By now, Pelle had made enough first moves to dissuade the idea that it was completely uninteresting to him.

He stroked harder, wanting to draw a reaction from the other man. It took a bit more, tightening his fist the way he’d learned Pelle liked most, before he got what he was looking for. Pelle squirmed suddenly and nearly dislodged Øystein from what he was doing, a soft cry escaping his pale lips and he sounded almost surprised by the pleasure.

Øystein smiled once he’d found his satisfaction, stroking him for a bit longer before adjusting himself to be closer to Pelle’s body. Pelle’s fingers reached out to curl around Øystein as soon as he was close enough, making the dark-haired man whine. He wished he could be more like Pelle, less sensitive and more composed, but everything had him shifting and crying out. He stroked Øystein slowly, savoring each noise.

“Your hands are cold,” Øystein complained weakly. It was very obvious it didn’t bother him too much, he never became less hard nor did he try to escape from Pelle’s touch. If anything, the coolness of his skin added an extra layer of unique pleasure to this.

“I can stop if it’s a problem,” Pelle retorted with a knowing grin. Øystein’s eyebrows furrowed at being teased, but he kept quiet and focused on the pleasure for another second more.

He shoved Pelle’s hand away from his cock and lined up with Pelle’s own, trying to wrap his hand around both of them. It was an awkward angle and Øystein found his hands weren’t quite long enough to manage this. He still tried valiantly. It was a lost cause and they both knew it, but Øystein moved his hand and adjusted his grasp on them as though he may find a technique that allowed this to work for them.

“Let me,” Pelle encouraged, his voice softer and less teasing this time around. Øystein wasn’t happy about it, but he relented and let Pelle’s hand replace his own. It turned out to be a good choice in the end because Pelle made it work.

His fingers and palm were large enough to wrap around both of them, palm resting on his own cock and his fingers curling around Øystein’s to press them close together. The added pressure excited Øystein, especially when he considered how odd or unconventional this may be. The taboo nature of being with another man like this excited him.

They moved without speaking after that, although it was far from a quiet experience. Whimpers and moans dragged their way free from Øystein with every particularly good stroke. Sounds were even pulled from Pelle at times, mostly airy and high noises that Øystein clung onto every time. He wished Pelle was more vocal, but he would survive.

Pelle stroked them together for a while until Øystein felt himself growing closer. At that point, he began rocking his hips almost involuntarily. He was chasing after the feeling and it was amplified when he could set his own pace. There was also a primal element to it, fucking mindlessly into Pelle’s hand, crouched on the forest floor.

He was lost in it, almost missing when Pelle came. Luckily, the noise caught his ears. Pelle let out a louder cry, a harsh shudder going through his body and his fingers tightened around them. He spilled fast and hot over both of their skin, slicking the movement even more. A whine escaped him as his come settled on a few fresh cuts on his stomach, but he let it rest there until Øystein was finished to avoid disrupting the man.

It was sweet of him and Øystein would make it up to him at another time. He wasn’t far behind him, not making him lay in his own come for very long. Pelle tried to move his hand from his own cock to wrap solely around Øystein’s, but the dark-haired man reached down quickly to tighten around Pelle’s hand in order to keep it around both of them.

“Don’t. Feels good,” Øystein told him and Pelle seemed to want to argue against that. Ultimately, he let it happen. “Thank you,” He breathed, continuing to rock into the grasp. He tightened his hand around him even more, holding onto Pelle’s hand to guide him. Pelle’s fingers rubbed at the sensitive head and that was too much.

Øystein cursed as he came, holding Pelle’s hand hard enough to nearly hurt. His eyes closed while he finished, thighs trembling and breath shaky. When he opened his eyes again finally, his come had added to the mess on Pelle’s stomach and without thinking, he instinctively moved to pull his own sweater off to clean them up. Goosebumps rose to his arms when the cold air hit his bare skin, but it was worth it to make sure Pelle was more comfortable now.

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ferxisakasuna · 2 years ago

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Euronymous and Dead from Mayhem

#euronymous x dead #euronymous #dead #mayhem #øystein aarseth #pelle ohlin #fanart

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tempt-ress · 1 year ago

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Hello please.

We need more Rory Culkin writes.

Im talking. Multiple parts.sweet.fluff.angst.smut.

Clyde/ euro/ possum/Jake/ kappa bloody any Rory at this point pleaseeeee

Where are the talented besties. We NEED you

#rory culkin smut #welcome to willits #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #scream 4 #euronymous #charlie walker #billy hargrove x female reader #billy x reader #aemond x y/n #lords of chaos #euro #euroynomes #death #pelle #fury

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princess-lvcifer · 2 months ago

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How fucking intimate this scene is, and the fact that Øystein was trying not to smile and his little "Sorry"... And Pelle trying to cheer him up... I can't get over this, omfg

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hailthedoll · 2 months ago

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Meeting in Helvete

i originally wanted to make it very like cutesy and then I didn't(?) lmfao idk. I'll probably change it later summary is just meeting euronymous for the first time<3

"helvete" your friend said. you looked at the building across the street from the restaurant you were eating at. of course you've heard of it; you've heard all about the black metal scene, but your friends aren't those types of people; they're not involved in dark things, and they don't even listen to metal music.

"hmm, cool," you said while taking a bite from your food, looking at your friends whose eyes were fixed on the building. "we should go there when we're done," your eyes wandered towards the building. "great" you thought; if its anything like what you've been told, you were bound to be in for some embarrassment from your friends' comments.

walking towards the store, you began to notice the details on the building, the posters hanging on the windows, and the darker aura that was that store specifically. when you walked in, you were hit with the smell of cigarettes and aged memorabilia; it was dark. you turned to your friends, whose faces had dropped compared to the previous look they had walking towards the building.

"can I help you?" you turned around, seeing the man standing behind the counter; he had dark, long hair that fell over his eyes, his voice was cold, and his eyes barely even moved from the vinyl he was holding. he had to have been euronymous.

"no we're just browsing." you turned back around, facing your friends; they had grabbed a vinyl, pointing at the cover, whispering to one another, laughing. you sighed and rolled your eyes, looking back at the man you realized he had finally looked up, his eyes piercing at you. "i dont think this is the right place for you and your friends" he said. you could hear his tone has gone from cold to slightly annoyed.

your friend held up another record. "look at this one; I didn't know they had children's music here." you looked at her in disbelief. a sound came from behind you; the man had walked over to the group. "children's music? that's what this is to you?" you were speechless; the feeling of embarrassment washed over you. "there's no way." you thought to yourself.

"I'm sorry, the music isn't for everyone, and it's clearly not for them" you uttered out. "but its for you?" he chuckled. "and why would that be funny?" you snapped back, he scanned your face, looking for any sign that you might just be fucking with him. you kept yourself emotionless, wanting him to know that you are interested in the music. "its the essence of life, its the truth," he spoke passionately, looking at you then turning to your friends. "its easier to make fun of what you don't understand."

the look on his face was frustration; like he has explained this multiple times before, your face softens as you hear your friends snicker. "ok I want to understand." the moment the words left your lips, you and the man locked eyes, and the laughter in the background faded. "what's your name?" he asked, tilting his head while looking down at you. "its y/n", he smirked in response. "y/n, I want to see you and only you in here again" he walks back to the counter where he once was.

"definitely-" you paused, looking at him for help, trying to find out what you should be calling me. "you can call me euronymous" he smiled. your friend pointed to a poster on the wall. "uhh hey, euronymous-" she said, exaggerating his name. "is this art or is this just borderline messed up?" that was your queue to get your friends the fuck out of this place. "maybe it's both" he says, his tone once again back to being annoyed.

"oook, well, I think its time we get going" you say, sighing. euronymous smiled at you. "yeah, this place is too weird," your friend belted. you started to push your friends towards the door, turning back to look at euronymous, he was staring at you, a soft expression filled his face.

"I look forward to seeing you again," his voice turned soft and calmer. he watched you and your friends leave, and as you walked away, the excitement of seeing him again filled your thoughts.

#euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous fanfic #oystein #oystein aarseth x reader #øystein aarseth #oystein aarseth #lord of chaos #lords of chaos #90s #80s #black metal #pelle ohlin #dead

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child0feden · 4 months ago

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NEVER FADE AWAY

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x musician! reader | øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth x musician! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for pelle and øystein with a musician partner!

୨୧ such a sweet anon, i hope you like this <3

♡ requested by anon | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: never fade away by pt adamczyk - i really want to stay at your house by rosa walton

PELLE “ DEAD ” OHLIN

♡ pelle really likes sharing lyrics with you!

୨୧ if you show him lyrics you’ve thought up, he might not be a man of many words but he gives the best and most genuine advice, always staying true to his options and thoughts

“ i like this one… the play on words, it’s good… ” ( if your songs tell really weird of fucked up stories through the lyrics, he’s so into it, give him the lore, all of it )

♡ as we all know, pelle wasn’t the most open to listening to many other genres outside of metal…

୨୧ but i think with you being his partner, he’d be much more open to it, just for you! he might not be the biggest fan if you make pop music or something along those lines but he won’t be as disregarding towards it as he usually is! he’ll try his absolute hardest to see the best in it

♡ but pelle would probably be obsessed if you made ambient music!

୨୧ he just thinks it’s such an intriguing genre and loves the different sounds you use in the music, he’s an especially big fan if you use sounds of the forest in your music

♡ however, no matter the genre of music you make, pelle will be making a patch of your stage name and putting it on his jacket alongside all his other patches!

୨୧ it’s his way of supporting you, he doesn’t think he’s not the best with words so he tries to show you love and support through other means

♡ he’d really like watching you get ready for a concert!

୨୧ he’ll watch you from the side, staying quiet as his blue eyes follow your movements around the room, studying your ritual! he likes how much thought you put into things before a concert, i think he’d relate to it quite a bit and like to help you with any preparations needed

♡ if you ever asked for his help on making a unique outfit for a concert, he’d be very awkward about it but he would offer to help make you one!

୨୧ if you agree to his help, he puts a lot of thought into it, trying to make the best he’s ever made for you, he’d be blushing so red and giving a tiny smile as you praise his work on it and tell him how much you love the outfit :(

♡ if you need some album artwork, he definitely wouldn’t mind drawing something for you!

୨୧ he’s actually kind of honoured that you want to use his art… it definitely makes him a little red in the cheeks which he quickly attempts to cover with his long blonde hair <3

ØYSTEIN “ EURONYMOUS ” AARSETH

♡ i mentioned once in a comment that øystein is the number one hater to every relationship that isn’t his own…

୨୧ and it’s true! because it would take so much convincing for him to sell someone else’s partners records in helvete, there’s only a 1% chance he will, especially if they’re not a black metal musician

♡ but his partner’s records? oh yeah, they go up on the shelf the second you guys start dating, no matter what genre of music you make!

୨୧ if anyone questions it or mocks him for being whipped, he’ll threaten them with a lifetime ban from his store and their jokes will quickly come to a halt as they release just how serious he is…

♡ øystein is another guy who absolutely will not miss one of your concerts!

୨୧ he’s the dude going around the place telling everyone who will listen that you’re his girlfriend, pointing over to you on stage as he says it as if they don’t get that already

“ that’s my girlfriend, y’know? so fucking talented, ain’t she? ” ( they better only respond with a yes otherwise he’d stink eye them and call them a not so nice name )

♡ øystein celebrates every new magazine feature or album release with you in helvete, throwing you a party with all of your friends and favourite drinks

୨୧ he’s just always so proud of you, keeping his arm thrown around you with a drink in his free hand and telling you how amazing you are, how proud of you he is

♡ similar to bård, if you ever wanted some guitar in your music and didn’t play yourself, he’d be all over that!

୨୧ he’d be so secretly over the moon about it, trying so hard to hide the huge smile that comes across his face as you bring up the idea to him

♡ øystein is definitely the type of guy to be smug as hell around your wannabe groupies!

୨୧ well, he’s smug at first but if they start seriously trying to make moves on you in front of him, he’ll get so pissed off and he will absolutely argue with them, no matter their gender

♡ if you don’t really have much merchandise, øystein would absolutely make cute little button pins for you and sell them in helvete!

୨୧ he has a couple of them on his leather jacket too, of course <3

#requested ✩#pelle ohlin x reader #dead x reader #oystein aarseth x reader #euronymous x reader #mayhem x reader #mayhem headcanons #lords of chaos x reader #lords of chaos headcanons #loc x reader #loc headcanons #dating headcanons

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nom-nommmm1 · 11 months ago

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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

Masterlist for more + taglist !!

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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