I met him at work, he's tall, brown skin with big lips and goatee. His dreads fell perfectly in his face. I'm 17 and he's 20 and we work together. After a few week of knowing each other the sexual tension became too much. But we weren't meant to be just for each other, many guys have been with me but I can't let go of him.

Rosemary Ivanov is an aspiring psychology student. Her grades are fantastic and she has incredible work ethic. She is such a phenomenal student that her Professor, Dr. Durr, has recommended she join a top secret Department of Defense program. This program will transport Rosemary to another time, a time where Peter Steele was alive and she has to save him from his demons.

Ivy is a 24-year-old striving artist who finds herself trying to navigate the world as a newly single woman. Giving in to the pleas of her best friend Ella, she decides to take her off on her offer (or rather a demand) on a night out at their favorite goth club, Barracuda. It seemed like any other night in the club, short of flying solo. When the band takes stage, Ivy finds herself captivated by the smoldering God that takes the stage. She would venture to guess him to be nearing 7 foot tall, with jet black hair down to his waist. When the band strikes up and the stage lights descend, Ivy is spellbound by a pair of haunting forest green eyes. And the spell he cast on her would become her undoing.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The idea for this story came to me over the years through my dreams. I've always had a soft spot in her heart for all things Type O Negative, or more rather all things Peter Steele.. 🖤💚 After many years of these dreams haunting me, I decided to finally put some of them down on paper. I am writing this story as if TON were a present-day undiscovered band and that Peter was still in the land of the living. I realize that this story may be pretty niche, drawing in a specific crowd. But if you are one of us who stan the Green Man, this story is for you! Or rather, if you live for a good, spicy romance.. Welcome! This story is also for you! Who knows? This project may crash and burn, but it may also be wildly successful, as there are many of us who unashamedly love our smut. ;) But alas! Enjoy the drama, and thank you for reading! ~*~*~*~*~ Also, feel free to check out the playlist that I have in the works for World Coming Down. Some of the songs feature throughout various chapters, while others fit the vibe while I've been writing. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5B4kDqlpKd4bKeNzcQdCjE?si=fca554d820bb4e23

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺. Everything about him. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he looks at her, the way he knows just what to say. Oh, she hates him... 𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒..

You've lived in the quiet Midwest your whole life until your photography career beckoned you to the city. You traveled just over a thousand miles over to Brooklyn, New York with the idea that your career and everything else following would be a dream come true. Though, moving to a completely new area was bound to be difficult. Until a friendly face enters your life, Peter Steele, who slowly begins to pick up the rubble of your struggle. He stands well above you, only wishing that your stay in Brooklyn is enjoyable. He's cute, you think but there is only so much a picture can truly grasp in one take.

Being such a pure and innocent child of Christ, you would never guess that you would end up being in love with a man who feeds off of the innocents blood. Was it truly worth it though? This is for entertainment purposes only. I don't own Peter Steele or any of the members of Type O Negative. This is all fiction and I regret starting this.

"For her lust- she'll burn in hell." Nineteen-year-old Elora embarks on a summer retreat with her devout Catholic parents. Raised by a father who is a priest and a mother steadfast in her faith, she's caught in the delicate balance between her identity and expectation. But, when she crosses paths with Peter Steele, a pessimistic singer with a cynical edge, she finds herself drawn into a whirlwind of lust, lies and secrets.

Just some pics of Peter Steele. I do not own any of the images, all of the credit goes to the rightful photographers.

my personal "collection" if you will of papa steele pics •1962-2010•