#necrohammer

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Gay people smh

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18, 24, 28, 36 and 6 with necrobutcher/hellhammer :3

Asks about your otp

6-What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Don't really have an answer for this one, honestly. :)

18-What is their sex life like?

Their sex life is pretty active. They tend to have sex at least a couple times a week, more often depending on their schedules. It's a way for them to feel closer to each other, so they tend to to prioritize it.

24-Are there any kinks or fetishes they share or don’t?

They both enjoy barebacking (and creampies.) Hellhammer is also pretty into morning sex whereas Necrobutcher doesn't really enjoy it, he'd much rather sleep in.

28-Are they jealous/possessive of each other?

Generally, no. They never really have a reason to be, they trust the other and don't deal with overly flirty people often. Hellhammer's more likely to get jealous/possessive, though. Sometimes, watching someone flirt with Necrobutcher just rubs him the wrong way.

36-What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

For Hellhammer, it's lips. For Necrobutcher, it's the neck. Although, Hellhammer will usually giggle no matter where he's kissed. When he's trying to be romantic, Necrobutcher will kiss his hand/arm.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mayhem (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hellhammer | Jan Axel Blomberg/Necrobutcher | Jørn Stubberud Characters: Hellhammer | Jan Axel Blomberg, Necrobutcher | Jørn Stubberud, Teloch | Morten Bergeton Iversen Additional Tags: Drunken Confessions, Drunken Flirting, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Fluff, Quoting Steel Panther lyrics, Hellhammer is a lightweight, I tried to be funny but it turned cute, Teloch is really chill Summary:

It is the year of our lord 2011: Teloch had just joined Mayhem. Hellhammer thought this occasion needed to be celebrated with copious amounts of of alcohol. Too bad that the stuff makes him forget any precautions and the image he and Necrobutcher had spend years curating for themselves.

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n.3 with necrohammer (-w-;)

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

3) "I want you to ruin me."

Jan was heavy on top of him, placing nearly all of his body weight onto him. Jørn couldn’t bring himself to mind, he couldn’t even bring himself to care about being laid out on the ground. Grass and dirt stained his clothes, twigs caught in his hair. Almost all of it went unnoticed in favor of paying attention to Jan. 

Jan was clearly drunk, cheeks flushed and giggling as he pressed kisses along Jørn’s face. His shirt was just a bit too short and Jørn’s hands had found that patch of skin almost immediately, stroking and squeezing at it gently. Jørn was still drunk too, but not nearly as much as Jan. His head spun as he rocked up against him, using his hips as leverage to guide him. Jan’s body went easily and his own hips tried to match the rhythm the best he could. 

“I want you so bad,” Jan murmured against the skin of his jaw, shivering against Jørn.

“I’m right here,” Jørn’s fingers curled into Jan’s hair gently, holding him even closer. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you.” 

“I want you to ruin me,” He told him and pulled away just enough to kiss Jørn, hands cold as he held his face. 

Jørn couldn’t control the soft groan that left his throat, head swimming with various images of Jan falling apart for him. He kissed him back, his hands moving away from his hips to mess with the button of Jan’s jeans. It was easy enough to get them undone and pushed open, the movement familiar after all of this time with Jan. Too soon, he was having to break the kiss. 

“Switch places with me, yeah?” Jørn offered, knowing this would be much easier with Jan spread out for him. 

Jan went easily, sliding off of Jørn’s body with little coordination. Jørn moved onto his knees in the dirt, pulling Jan into place by one leg. The action made Jan laugh again, seemingly amused by it. Jørn couldn’t help smiling back, pressing himself between Jan’s legs. He had never imagined he’d be comfortable with his partner laughing at him during an intimate moment, but things were always so light and easy with Jan. 

“Go easy on me?” Jan asked through his laughter, clearly unserious. The words earned a brighter smile and a shake of Jørn’s head. 

“Never,” He teased back and moved to press his face into the curve of Jan’s throat, kissing at the skin there. “I’m supposed to be ruining you, right?” He asked and Jan nodded his head as much as he could. 

Without warning, Jørn’s teeth were sinking down into his throat. A sharp gasp escaped Jan, his body jerking against Jørn. Hands gripped Jan’s hips again, keeping him held down against the grass easily enough. Jan cursed above him and a hand grasped into Jørn’s hair tightly, but he didn’t try to push him away. If anything, he held Jørn closer to him, urging him on.

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necrobutcher/hellhammer? (ship bingo thingy)

Sure thing!

I ship them a pretty decent amount, even wrote a couple fics involving them. I don't put them quite at OTP level yet, but I could definitely be persuaded. They're a ship where I enjoy most of what people publish about them, so I'm not too picky.

I think their dynamic was cute, especially Hellhammer (sort of) sticking up for Necrobutcher during his confrontation with Euronymous. "Jørn come back!" and "he's coming back, right? 🥺" forever plague my mind.

I actually have a comfort sex idea that needs to be turned into a WIP soon that involved Hell and Necro sleeping together after Hell tries to comfort him about leaving the band.

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By all respects the WBL's resident devil worshiper is having the best year of his career, he is currently enmeshed in a masterful story-line involving the remainder of the IFA roster, Oliver Pain, The Faceless Magician and Fatalahaska, an all-star assembly if ever there was one. He is The, though unofficially, Transcendental Champion, of the WBL (a belt that many esteem higher the show's official main title) and he is coming off this week's Monday Night Bodybags with a clean victory over one of the league's most highly regarded, cross-brand talents and current Super Middleweight Champion, Cole Heart. But what makes Necrohammer so interesting isn't his successes, other wrestlers have done the same and more, and it's not even his identity as an anti-Christian devil worshiper, as someone once wrote "men can become devil-worshipers in the sense that they can now honour, as well as obey, their own vices." If devil worship is defined as such, many more men are devil worshipers than they realize. And this brings us to what truly makes Necrohammer interesting, interesting in the same sense that Charles Manson is interesting, or that a holocaust is interesting. Necrohammer is interesting because he does not lie about who he is, not to himself, to the WBL fans, nor those he wrestles with. He has laid aside all pretenses of any righteousness (that is a: pattern of right conduct, in relation to anyone or anything), he does not pretend to having redeeming qualities, he does not justify his actions by saying that he is "just doing what anyone else would" or by feeding open ears the oft told lie that "it's not actually that bad". He is a man that knows, and blatantly broadcasts his utter depravity of heart and bankruptcy of morals. And that might just make him the most honest man on the WBL roster, and the most honest one you know. See most people aren't so different than Necrohammer, certainly most of the WBL roster isn't. In truth the league consists of some of society's most heinous law breakers. Drug pushers, and not only the kind of drugs that just give cheap thrills, but the kind that rot away teeth, empty out bank accounts and drive mothers to rob their children's piggy banks. These remorseless dealers come out to the ring holding their heads held high as if they were street messiahs, all the while having the nerve to look sideways at a man clad in upside down crosses. Men who have taken other men's lives justify it as the law of the streets, or as doing what needs to be done to become champion, they pile lie on top of lie, and justification on top of justification in a manic effort to convince themselves and the crowd that, yeah they might be bad people, but really they're not that bad. Men steal other men's wives in broad daylight, adultery without cloak or shade, and these people are supposed to be cheered for? Now we can discount the violence of the league, that is in truth, par for the course, it would be like lamenting concussions in a sport where you run into other men at full speed and where half of the player's goal is to hinder the movement of the other players. It would be ignorant to decry violence, but what we can point a finger at is the hypocrisy of someone like Necrohammer being regarded by other wrestlers as the ultimate evil when he is surrounded by men who have broken more commandments, divine and natural than they knew existed, and what makes a man evil but evil conduct? And where does evil come from but the heart and mind of a man? We would all like to pretend that the good we do (what little there often is of it) somehow outweighs the wicked things we have done (what few we care to remember) but how could this possibly be so? What act of good could ever retroactively blot out an evil sent out into the world, how does one atone for even one act of selfishness or violence, like trying to bend a paperclip back to shape we may repair but never make right. Necrohammer is not more evil than the rest of the league, he is simply more representative of evil than the rest of league.

Necrohammer's words to 7 Mile Greg "In the grand scheme of things your existence is meaningless" are a perfect encapsulation of this. Existential nihilism is the philosophy of evil, it is the language that evil speaks and it echoes like the drumbeat of hell in the ears of the evil because they know it's true. It must be true for them. In the end evil is meaningless, it is senseless and senselessness, it is tearing down either simply to see a thing destroyed or with the warped rationalization that somehow endless acts of destruction (however small or immaterial they may seem) will result in creation. The existence of evil and of an evil person is meaningless, because their end, like all our ends is the grave and their only recourse can be the vain hope that beyond the grave there is nothing, no judgement, no reincarnation, no reckoning, no come up-ins for all they've done, for all we've all done. Because if there is anything after the grave it is most certainly justice, all the evil ever sent out into the universe, every evil as small as a lie or as large as  a genocide must find it's mate in retribution, in pay-back. And there is most certainly justice in the wrestling ring, and this is why every heel needs a face equal in their intensity of goodness as the heel is fiendish. These faces represent the ultimate fear of the wicked, and indeed our fear, it is why we often have an instinctual reaction to find simply "heroes" not "anti-heroes" as boring or uninspiring. It is because we are reacting at the deepest level to our greatest terror and most reluctant realization, which is that the worst thing we could ever face off against is not some great dark evil but some uncompromising, personal and moral good that will see us for the lawless ones we are and will do to us what we all know should be done to all those who do evil. For us there remains the possibility of mercy, which itself being good must also be a quality that the absolute good possesses, there remains the hope for substitutionary sacrifice as when a mother dies for her child or a lover for their beloved. In the world of wrestling there is no place for these, only justice, cold unflinching justice, and we hope that justice comes Necrohammer's way, and certainly it will. Evil actors are, surprisingly, capable of enacting justice. What it looks like is "an eye for an eye". Necrohammer may be having a great year, but someone will come for that eye soon enough, for that pound of flesh that is owed for all he's done. But when that day comes let's not pretend like the one who did it is any different from Necrohammer. They simply lack the one virtue that can be charged to him, that of honesty. Honesty about the only thing that really matters, honesty about what lies in the depths of his own heart.

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NECROHAMMER WINS! 

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NECROHAMMER DECIMATES COLE HEART WITH A VISCOUS DDT