#valter skarsgard/reader

[miniisunshine]

I can't stop thinking about the fact that Lords of chaos succeeded to bag a culkin AND a skarsgård brother in the same movie

JUST LOOK AT THEM

[lucydixon]

Faust Has a Crush on You Headcanons

Bitch. This clip of him is doing things to me.

Just like with Euro, I'm thirsting after Faust from the MOVIE Lords of Chaos.

Watching your every move with those big brown eyes of his, I picture him as being completely, pathetically in love with you at first sight. All his friends would tease him for it, but he literally wouldn’t be able to stop staring unless you caught him. If you did, he would immediately look away, blushing. 

Will rush to get you anything you need. If you’re at the same party and you even look thirsty, or your drink is getting low, he’s right there, holding out a beer. I wouldn’t be surprised if he also had a bottle of soda in his other hand just in case you wanted that instead.  

When you’re all hanging out at Helvete and the conversation gets edgy, he’ll watch your reaction when he makes twisted jokes or laughs at others. If you don’t look amused, he’ll stop immediately and just listen.

Wouldn’t make the first move, but tries to make it obvious that he wants you to. He’ll sit so close to you that your legs are touching in hopes that you’ll lean into him or grab his hand.

He’s very touchy and will casually rest a hand on your shoulder or arm without thinking about it. If he’s had enough to drink, he might be bold enough to sling an arm over your shoulders while you’re walking back from a gig. 

Huge on eye contact. If you’re talking to him, his eyes are boring down into yours, clinging onto your every word. 

If you were in the crowd together at a gig, he would make sure you didn’t get jostled around too much, even if you didn’t notice it. Anyone who came close to bumping into you would get a sharp glare or even a knife being flashed at them subtly

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[funeral-division]

💋FUCKSTRATED💋

Pairing: Bård Faust x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Faust teases you all week, prompting you to feel sexually frustrated. After voicing your concerns to him, he finally gives you what you want.

Warning/s: No use of Y/N, unprotected sex, teasing, pussy-eating, asphyxiation, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint.

Both you and Faust have been dating for several months now, meaning you had to put up with his constant teasing. At first you thought it was funny. However, having grown accustomed to his antics and sarcastic remarks you’d become increasingly annoyed. Faust being Faust, he thought it was funny since you were quite a patient person almost all the time.

You didn’t show anger like most people anyway. In fact, your death glares wouldn’t be taken personally by him at all and he found it quite endearing how it came out as a strained pout prompting him to give you a sweet peck on the lips. This gesture, whilst of course cute, still left you quite annoyed because he wouldn’t properly acknowledge your feelings.

Currently, you’re seated in his bottom bunk near the counter of Helvete. The blanket rests on your lap whilst you have your focus completely on the horror movie that’s playing on the TV. Faust occasionally looking over from the records he’s stacking and giving you gentle headpats. You remain stubborn, giving him the silent treatment whilst scooching away from him. The sudden action causes him to huff and place the box of records down, turning off the telly, he scoops you up into his arms. As he does this, he nuzzles into your neck and plants soft kisses and lovebites, huskily whispering into your ear and nipping slightly at the lobe.

“Hey baby~” He murmurs into your skin, cooing innocently up to you.

Hearing your soft whine, he can’t help but grin. You knew he was being unfair. He was using that baby voice that always had you melting and tugging at your heartstings, making your head feel light. You couldn’t resist, hesitantly moving a hand to caress the side of his face. He leans into your touch, smiling down at you whilst lifting your head up by your chin.

“There’s my sweet princess” He kisses your cheek before resting his head on one of your shoulders. “So you wanna tell me what’s wrong or d’you wanna keep pouting all day, hmm?”

You whip your head up almost immediately, giving him all your attention. Sitting up, you give him a piece of your mind, telling him about all the things he’s been doing (or rather not been doing) all week. 30 solid minutes go by and the whole time, Faust can’t contain the amusement in his voice, interjecting every so often which riles you up even more. He tries to stop the crack in his voice, trying to take you seriously but eventually bursts into fits of chuckles, looking away to laugh slightly.

"Sorry kjærlighet" He breathes out a soft laugh.

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he slowly turns his head back to find you crying. Tears pricking at the corners as you pull away. He immediately grows concerned, trying to pull you back in whilst you try to pull away again. He keeps his hand rested onto the small of your back, murmuring soft apologies, them being 100% genuine.

“I’m actually so frustrated with you” You sniffle out, crying out of anger.

This time he doesn’t say anything, he just listens. You go on to tell him how you’re sexually frustrated and how he’s been making fun of you for it the entire week. Faust feels guilt creep up inside his chest, your tear-stained expression just made it worse.

He slowly pulls you into a tight hug before resting his hands on your cheeks and wiping away your tears, one of his thumbs running over your bottom lip. He knew he needed to make it up to you, a treat for his dismissive behaviour. Suddenly, an idea pops into his head.

“Listen love, I do want to make it up to you” He starts off, eyes locking with yours. “We can go back to my place and I’ll promise to take care of you properly, if you’d let me?” He whispers the last part, caressing your sides lovingly whilst diverting his gaze. Reluctantly, you agree. He leads you towards his car, opening the door for you to get in.

The ride was relatively silent, despite the sound of Faust’s heavy breathing. You get there within a few minutes and as soon as you get inside, he guides you upstairs to his bedroom, his hands resting on top of your waist. He lays you down on his bed, stripping you to your laced underwear whilst littering sweet kisses down your body.

“My darling’s such a beauty~” He chuckles against your skin, kissing and biting lovingly.

He moves himself on top of you, placing his head between your thighs. The way he stares up at you has you melting instantly, the kisses on your inner thighs becoming more sloppy and intimate. You tug at him, whining out softly in need, your panties becoming wet.

“I know baby, I know” He kisses softly at your clothed slit, instantly making your back arch and your breath hitch, your grip on his hair becoming tighter.

He shakes his head, grinning up towards you before slowly taking off your lacey undergarment. As soon as the fabric is discarded, he gets to work almost immediately. He knows how much you need this yet, he still can’t help himself from teasing you. It’s cute how you rely on him to please you properly.

Burying himself into your cunt, he sticks his tongue out, lapping at your folds. The immediate touch from him making your body ache for more. You can clearly see how he’s taking his time with you, not wanting to rush the act of completely worshipping his beautiful queen. He keeps his ministrations consistent, not wanting to falter as he grabs hold of one of your legs, gently caressing the side of your thigh.

His grip on your thighs suddenly become tight, guiding a leg over his shoulder so his tongue can angle deeper and properly eat you out, hitting your sweet spot and grazing over it a few times. The movement of his tongue inside you makes your legs snap shut around his head, locking tightly. Despite the lack of air, he keeps at it. He can’t help it, he finds you hot. Even more so that he’s being suffocated underneath your pretty little cunt.

You throw your head back out of pleasure, mewling out softly before gasping and clinging onto his hair, weakly trying to push his head back from between your legs out of utter sensitivity. He ignores your silent request instead nuzzling playfully and licking up your slit. Your mouth gapes open slightly, twitching as you instantly release.

He makes sure you ride out your orgasm, burying his head to lick you clean before detatching himself from your cunt, watching as it flutters and clenches around nothing. You lay there for a minute, still sensitive whilst he goes to grab a towel, cleaning your semen off his face. He smirks over at your state before cuddling up to you and kissing your forehead.

“Next time, don’t you dare complain” He whispers quietly, going back for round two. The night filled with your moans and his grunts, overstimulating you till your a sobbing mess, clawing and begging at him to at least slow down.

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Words: 1208

Characters: 6704

Date: 06/06/2024

Time: 18:26pm

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Signed: @funeral-division

[billskarsgard097]

😍🤌🏻

[nom-nommmm1]

OFFICIAL - FAUST

Masterlist + taglist

Hi bbs! Happy May, sorry for taking so long on a Faust fic, I’ve been sick recently, don’t worry I see your requests and I will get to them soon! Also I don’t know if I’ve already said this but I’m trying to stick to posting at least one fic every month.

Content warning/summary !!: You guys had been dating for a while but never really used labels for your relationship and one day you call him your boyfriend and he absolutely melts, Faust x reader, fluff!

Faust sat on the couch, watching a movie with you. You and Faust had started seeing each other about two months ago, nothing too serious..right? You weren’t sure if Faust saw your relationship with on mother serious or not, he took you on dates but hadn’t ever asked to be your boyfriend. The constant reminder of this eating away at you with anxiety. You didn’t know how else to describe your relationship.

You had settled on the couch with him, your head lightly on his shoulder. He cradled your head with one of his hands, gently brushing his hair through your fingers. You both sat there, taking in the movie before your phone rang. You jumped, the ringtone catching you off guard.

Faust looked at you as you sat up, missing your warmth. You look at the contact on the screen. “Who is it?” Faust asks curiously. You look back at him before replying. “It’s my friend, I’ll be right back okay?” You ask, a small smile as you place your hand on his knee. “Okay”. Faust replies, a smile on his face now as well.

You take your hand off of his knee, stepping into the bathroom for some privacy before answering the phone. “Hello?” You say, waiting for your friend on the other end. “Hey y/n, this might not be a good time but where are you?” Your friend asks. “I’m at Fausts, is everything alright?” You ask, fear slightly lacing your voice. Your friend starts to talk but then stops.

“Wait..Fausts? Are you two dating?” She asks, slurring her words in the process. Your face heats up slightly at her words, you take a moment before replying. “Yeah, he invited me over at his for a movie night” you say, avoiding her question. She groans. “Are you dating or not?” She asks.

You thought for a moment, you had no idea. “I- I don’t know, I’d like to think of him as my boyfriend” you say. Your friend chuckles. “Gosh you need to talk to him about finally making it official”. You laugh, smiling a bit at the thought of him being your boyfriend. You stoped laughing, realizing your silly reaction to this topic.

You clear your throat before getting back on topic. “But why do you need to know anyway?” You ask becoming a bit defensive. “I was wondering if you could come get me, my designated driver totally ditched me” she says, chuckling through her drunken state. You laugh a bit before speaking again.

“Alright, I’ll see if Faust can take me to come get you, text me the address?” You ask, a bit upset that your movie date had to come to an end, but for a good reason. “You got it, see you soon.” Your friend replies. You both mutter your goodbyes before you hang up the phone, you wait in the bathroom for a second, making sure you get the message of the address before coming out, bracing yourself to ask.

You open the door to see Faust standing right in front of it, his cheeks tinted a pale pink. You also blush a bit, knowing he heard the whole conversation. After a few moments of silence he mutters something. “Boyfriend?” He asks quietly, looking into your eyes carefully. You gulp, trying to avoid his gaze. “It- it’s silly, we don’t have to-“ he cuts you off. “No! No! I- I’d like to make it official with you” he says, the blush on his cheeks becoming deeper the more he continues to speak.

“Really?” You ask, finally making eye contact with him. He doesn’t say anything, he just nods. He takes your hand, taking a deep breath. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” He mumbles, his warm breath hitting your ear. You smile, looking up at him. “Yes, of course I will” you say, smile growing wider as he kisses your hand.

He pulls you in for a hug, sighing into you. “Thank you, thank you, after this I’ll take you on a real date, officially as a couple I mean” he chuckles, softly kissing your forehead. You hug him back, closing your eyes, leaning into his touch. “I’ll be looking foreword to it” you say before backing up. He still holds onto your hand, rubbing the soft skin of your knuckles. “Good” he says before kissing you gently but passionately on the lips, pulling away after a few moments of peace.

“Oh I have a favor” you say, forgetting about your task. Faust hums in question. “My friend needs a ride home, is it okay if we go get her? She’s not far from here, just a 10 minute drive” you say, almost like nervous word vomit. Faust smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Of course, anything for my girlfriend” he says with a small smirk.

You smile as he starts to walk to his front door, grabbing his car keys. “After you” he says, holding the door open for you. “Why thank you” you say before walking outside.

Short :,( but thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

[princess-lvcifer]

ride the lightning

loc!euronymous x f!reader • drabble

As usual it was a cold and cloudy day in Oslo, and a quiet afternoon in Helvete: Euronymous was focused in his office while Faust was restocking vinyls in the shop, and she was quietly watching a film in the corner, lying down with a magazine which she flicked through when the film got boring.

A gasp caught the attention of the young woman, who wasn't an employee there but had the privilege of being at home because she was close to them. She turned her head and looked up quickly to look at Faust, who was holding a record. When she saw that he was fine and nothing serious was wrong her head returned to its original position almost without thinking, but then she turned her head to look at him again, focusing on the disc he was holding. He turned to look at her as well, both eyes and mouths wide as saucers, smiling a huge grin.

"No fucking way!" she said seeing the green disc her friend held in his hands as she dropped the magazine and stood up to approach him, almost laughing with excitement at the surprise: a green edition of Metallica's Ride the Lightning, a very rare and badly printed factory version.

"Euronymous!" said Faust calling his friend out of his office as he set the disc on the counter.

"Øystein!" she mimicked.

"What?" he asked from there, raising his voice as they did so that he could be heard.

"Just come here, fuck!" she insisted almost in a hurry, even though the disc wasn't going anywhere.

The aforementioned, as he defeatedly got up from his chair and left his office, thought for a moment that it was some letter that had arrived. He even thought for a second that maybe they were looking at a newspaper with some crime committed by Varg on the front page. He thought the same thing when he saw them standing around the counter, Faust on the outside and she on the inside, where he ended up as well, standing beside her and staring at the disc in astonishment.

"It's your lucky day! You can sell it at a premium, I'm sure some collector will buy it at a good price!"

"No, it's for you," he said, calm and determined.

"What?" She asked confused.

"It's your favourite band, your favourite record," he said as if it was obvious that she had to keep it.

"I already have it, I don't need it," she shook her head, "and you need the money."

"I appreciate that you care about my finances," he said, holding back a small laugh, "but they're my problem. Keep it, I insist."

Knowing them and seeing that it was going to take a long time, Faust rolled his eyes and continued to replace the discs as if nothing had happened.

"No, it's yours."

"And I want you to have it."

"I don't want it, thanks."

"You're such a Metallica fan that you even write these things called fanfics, you go to Sweden every year and when Cliff died it was like they killed your mother, who else deserves to have this record more than you?"

"It's not about deserving, it's about the fact that I already have it and it's yours. And you need the fucking money more than I do."

Euronymous was about to protest, but Faust opened his mouth first to say:

"Fuck, if you keep this up, I'll take it."

[horrorslvt]

𖹭 ── Lords of chaos.

Øystein "Euronymous" Aarseth.

Nothing yet.

Varg Vikernes.

Nothing yet.

Bård "Faust" Eithun.

Nothing yet.

[bubbleonice]

I can’t log back on to my old account, but I can still visit it with this. So I am going to repost some of my most read posts. Just to give you all an idea about what I do and what I offer here. Keep in mind the following readings I am posting are old and not recent, so energies and things that occur may have changed since then.

[sorryimviolet]

 Heatless Fire Summary: Lilith had gotten a job at a haunted house in hopes of scaring the shit out of at least a few people, but she had no idea what was in store for her... or who. Warning: dom/sub situation, degradation, bloodplay, cursing, kinky sex, roughness, mentions of drugs and alcohol use, knifeplay, daddy kink, smuttiness, various kinks. (Can you guess my kinks yet?) All characters in this work are above the age of 18. Authors Note: Ever since I saw that clip of LoC on V’s instagram I wanted to write a Faust fic, and I finally had some time on my hands to write one! I would like to thank @dreamtherapy​ and @ill-skillsgard​ for providing me with inspiration for this lovely piece of work, and all of you for supporting me! It means so much that you read what I write, I love you all so much, and as always, any form of constructive criticism is appreciated. Love and Hugs, -Vi ˗`ˏOne-Shot requests are open!ˎˊ˗ 

Lilith wasn’t one to complain, even in the most dire of situations, so when she’d heard about a job opening to work at a haunted house, she was elated beyond measure. It was something for her to look forward to after she had gone through a tough breakup a few weeks prior, and to make a little bank while she was in town. She had packed up everything and moved back to her hometown in hopes of starting over and forgetting all about the fuckboy who cheated on her. The lights were hung, all of the props were in place, the costumes were ready, now all she needed was to wait for her first victim. It was about a 15 minute walk through the house from where the entrance was to where she stood, but she was anything but bored. Lilith observed her surroundings, dumbfounded at what an amazing job they all had done of decorating the entire three story house. She heard large footsteps down the hallway, beginning to approach where she was and she made sure she was hidden, just before jumping out and screaming. The man seemed unimpressed at her costume and her facade overall. “A bloody nurse? Really? How am I supposed to be afraid of someone who’s dressed like such a nice piece of ass?” His comment was derogatory and sexual, but she couldn’t deny her intrigue of the man before her. He was definitely unique in the way he dressed and carried himself, and she suspected the bullet belt, chains, and black apparel was his usual attire. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, acting as if his lingering gaze upon her breasts weren’t luring her in. “The exit’s down the hall asshole.” He seems to ignore the fact that she even spoke at all. “You wanna party? My friend is throwing this wicked party at the record store down the street if you want to swing by after.” He proposes, licking his lips and sizing her up. “Not a chance.” “Well, if you change your mind sweetcheeks, ask for Faust.” He winks and leaves without another word. Lilith had thought it over again and again for the next hour and she determined it was a bad idea. Yet, when her shift ended she found her way to the record shop and the party was in full swing by the time she arrived. There was screeching loud black metal playing in the speakers, she had heard it before she walked through the door. Lilith peered around looking for Faust, but all she saw were people smashing bottles, smoking, and yelling over the too-loud music. She seemed so out of her realm, as if she had stepped through a portal from the outside world and arrived in another dimension. She felt almost normal in the overcrowded vicinity of the record store, filled with misfits of society reigning in chaos. She waded through the waves of people, scanning the room for a familiar face, but failed to come across one; in turn, she located a small flight of declining stairs to the right of the room. Her curiosity and anticipation had gotten the best of her, causing her to descend the steps in search of the mysterious man by the name of Faust. Lilith’s long, black curls bouncing with each step of her heel-clad feet. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Faust said, his lips smirking before downing the rest of what was in his beer bottle. “I knew you would come.” “Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, glancing around the room, “Pretty nice setup you got here.” Lilith’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement-like area, and was able to read the obscenities scrawled on the wall, many in other languages. He walked closer to her, the further he came to her, the more she backed up until her back hit the brick wall. She was pinned in the corner like prey. “I think we both know why you came here.” Faust’s voice lowered, and his breath reeked of beer. “And what’s that?” She fired back, unamused by his attitude. “You want me to break you—hurt you—fuck you—make you scream,” Faust said, wedging her legs open with his knee. She was at a loss for words, his face inching towards hers one of his hands grabbing a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back to expose her neck. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He smirked when she didn’t answer and let go of her, motioning to a back room in the basement. “Let’s go Repunzel, I don’t have all damn day.” Faust said when she hadn’t moved, and she felt a twinge of regret spark inside of her. They turned once they were inside and looked at each other for a moment, and Faust was the first one to speak, “Why don’t you be a good whore for me and get on your knees?” “What?” She asked, even though she had heard him clear as day. “Did I fucking stutter?” Lilith shook her head no and took the initiative to kneel while he unbuckled his belt, her wide green irises glinting in the dull light. She felt the need to retaliate, but this is what she came here for, isn’t it? He freed his cock from the tight confines of his pants, giving himself a few strokes and popping her cheek with his free hand. She opened her mouth and licked from the base of him to the tip and swirled her tongue around the head. When he was at full solidity, she took him in her mouth using her other hand to grip his cock as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Faust tilted his head back and let out a deep moan when he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, lacing his fingers in her hair and thrusting his hips forward violently. She gagged and held onto the sides of his hips, letting him use her mouth for his pleasure. The more she struggled for air, the more it seemed to turn him on, the way Lilith moaned around him and the way redness entered her face made his cock twitch. He let go of her briefly, allowing her to gasp for air and she immediately returned to pleasing him, as if she had never stopped; encircling her hand around his shaft and jerking him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the bubble of precum that began to seep out, before taking him back into her mouth and sinking all the way down. The faint trail of hair from his navel to the hilt of his cock tickled her when it grazed her nose, but she didn’t dare stop. She flattened her tongue against him and moaned, creating a sensitive vibration around him. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna bust.” Faust groaned, taking hold of her hair and forcing her to take him deeper as he released into her mouth. When he finished, she let go with a wet pop, standing back up onto her feet. Lilith’s eyes widened when he produced a switchblade from the back pocket of his black jeans, “Are you going to hurt me?” She said, trying her best not to let her fear show. All she got was a dark laugh and a smirk in return. Faust walked behind her, grabbing her by the hair and holding the knife to her throat, “You’ve messed with the wrong guy little girl,” he said with a click of his tongue. Her heartbeat sped up ten-speed, she didn’t know what this man was capable of, it was as if the fear and adrenaline was turning her on and she hated herself for it. An attractive, psychotic metal head puts a knife to her throat and she likes it? What was she thinking? Her thoughts raced, and it was only a matter of time before something bad happened. “Is that supposed to scare me?” Lilith said, her defiance angering him. Faust dug the knife a little deeper into her skin, threatening to draw blood. “You better watch your mouth, little girl. I’m not someone you want to fuck with.” He began to drag the knife down from her throat, scratching the surface of her skin with the tip, until it dipped down in between her breasts. “You’re a bad girl aren’t you? You want me to hurt you, want me to use you, isn’t that right?” He sheared the front of her nurse costume, exposing the swell of her breasts. “Answer me.” Faust demanded, getting irritated at Lilith’s lack of response. “Or what? You’ll ‘kill me’?” She spat, her attitude disguising all fear she had towards him. He was amused at her defiance towards him, usually girls are easily molded like putty in his hands the second they see the knife, but this one bit back, and it intrigued him. Faust dragged the knife across the swell of her breast, creating a long, narrow gash upon it, and Lilith gasped. “You’re full of bad intentions aren’t you?” She said as the cut began to bleed, Faust wrenching her head back by her hair once again, bending her over a nearby table littered with papers. “You have no fucking idea.” He said, ridding himself of his clothes. When he was fully nude, he ran his fingers up the back of her thigh, and clicked his tongue when he remarked she wasn’t wearing panties. Little did he know that she had taken them off and placed them in her car on her walk to the mysterious record store. “You came because you wanted to get fucked dirty didn’t you?” “What can I say,” she paused, “the danger gets me high.” Lilith said it and she wasn’t lying, she always had a knack for getting herself into trouble, and she always extracted satisfaction in it. Faust smacked her ass and rode the skirt of her dress above her hips, smirking as he kneaded the flesh beneath his fingers. He stroked his cock a few times to bring himself back to full solidity and then guided himself into her before snapping his hips into her and sinking himself deep within her walls. The velvet warmth caused him to release a gruff moan, relishing in the feeling of her tightness around him. Faust grabbed onto her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust of his hips. Her moans and gasps fueled the fire within him, his adrenaline rushing through his body. “Fuck me like you mean it, bad boy.” Lilith says glancing back at him, her eyes glazed over with pure lust and desire for the strange man before her. He growled and thrusted his hips harder and faster into her, causing her to let out a tiny squeak every time he hit her g-spot. “Tell Daddy you’re his little whore, sugar.” Faust moaned out, his pace unrelenting. “I’m your little whore, Daddy, all yours.” Lilith gasped, pushing her hips back against him. “I want all of you in me.” He didn’t hold back, giving her all of him, and he then snaked one of his hands around her and began to rub circles on her clit while he pounded into her from behind. “You like it when I rub that little clit of yours while I fuck your pussy?” He says, in an almost rhetoric manner. “D-don’t s-stop” She muttered, her brain in too much of a state of bliss and euphoria to give a straight answer. But it all ended too soon, Faust retracted from her and flipped her over, walking over to the couch. She whined at the loss of contact, and quickly followed him to the dingey couch that had no doubt been vomited on several times. Lilith couldn’t bring herself to care though, she climbed atop of him and sunk down until her cunt swallowed each inch. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him as she rode him, his hips trusting up into her. Lilith moaned into his mouth, as a result of his resumed stimulation on her clit. She felt herself rapidly reaching her peak, and she didn’t know how much longer she could take his abuse to her sensitive core. “Faust I’m gonna come, I can’t take it anymore.” She pleaded, and he landed a firm, hard smack to her ass in return, “Daddy.” She corrected herself. The closer she got to her orgasm the more she clenched down on him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to choke her as he began to reach his too. “I’m not on birth control.” She managed to weakly say with his fingers constricting her throat. Faust didn’t care, he continued to fuck her with all of his strength, ravaging her insides. She was so close to her release, all she needed was one more push to help her lose control. “Fuck I love the way your pussy clenches when I choke you, it makes me so fucking hard.” He grabbed her hips and made one last rock of his hips and she shook and convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her body. Faust grunted and pushed her off of him, using his hand to finish himself off. Lilith lays her lead on his broad chest and stays there for a while, absorbing the moment; the sweat, the silence, and the lust. When she moves away from him she glances over at him, watching him intently as he reaches for a cigarette and leans back against the pillows of the dank couch. It was the silence that bothered her most. There hadn't been a vast majority of conversation between them, and even when there had been, it was accompanied by snarls or smirks. But she soon left without a word, and found herself wondering if they’ll ever cross paths again. 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[raewritesfiction]

Scratch That [Valter Skarsgard Imagine]

A/N: I had a Valter idea running around in my head and finally decided to write it. Plot: The reader has recently had a nice new acrylic manicure and Valter rather likes it.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Valter Skarsgard Warnings: Smut. Maybe some mention of blood/skin marks.  Unprotected sex - always use  condom!!! slight breeding k1nk.

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The night had quickly turned hot and heavy which was perfectly fine by the both of you.  Somehow you were still in your skimpiest of lingerie but Valter was very much enjoying teasing you through it and making you squirm on his bed.

The house was empty for the next two days and he planned to take full advantage by making you scream; as you writhed under his mouth over your soaking panties and continued to tease, he was well on his way.  You moan and squeal as his relentless teasing doesn’t give you any kind of breathing room; his hands work over you - scratching and gripping over you but staying just short of where you most wanted to feel them.  The bastard knew all too well.

Getting frustrated you decide to take things into your own hands, reaching down and placing your hands over his you move them up your body and over your breasts, squeezing your hands around his until Valter finally chuckles low against you and reaches to unhook your bra.  Once the lace and ribbon garment was discarded to the floor Valter’s hands move back to your breasts and massage firmly; his fingers and thumbs pinching your nipples until you’re once again squealing with pleasure and begging for him to remove the last piece of material keeping him from making full contact with you.

Valter looks up at you under his heavy lids and smirks, gripping the ribbon in his teeth and pulling it slowly to undo the bow.  Once one side of your panties were free he nips along the crease between leg and mound then moves to repeat his actions.  Pulling on the ribbon to undo the bow and then teasing you more.  

“V…please!” you finally whine and shuffle your legs as best you could. He responds by simply gripping the lace between his teeth and slipping them out from between your legs. The fabric falls to the floor and Valter leans up as if to crawl up, back over you.  With a quick and steady movement your hand is on his face “Get back down there…”  He laughs low and kisses your palm sweetly before settling between your legs sniper style and licking over your folds intently, not wanting to miss any part of you.  He hums against your pussy and closes his eyes; his tongue flicking and stroking over you, around you and inside you.  

Your hands ball into fists, gripping the bed sheets under you tightly as you rock your hips steadily to his movements; Valter’s tongue circling around your entrance and then delving inside you.  His hands splay on your stomach to hold you too him but don’t stop you from moving your hips with his tongue.  Briefly opening his eyes Valter looks up at you and watches your breasts rise and fall with your quickening breaths.  Humming low against you again he moves to suck on your clit in pulses; he varies pressure and speed until your legs are trembling and your back arching off the bed.

You gasp and let out choked off moans, whimpers and squeals with each suck of your clit; your first release hits you hard causing you to call out and almost clamp your thighs around Valter’s head - not that he had any complaints as he hums and moans against you, sucking your clit harder until your hand was threaded into his hair both pushing him away and holding him against you.  Your second release is quick and almost as intense but Valter slowly pulls away and crawls back up over you; you pull his lips to yours and moan into his mouth when you taste yourself on him.  

Quickly Valter shuffles himself and kicks off his sweat pants to free himself for you.  You try and move him onto his back but he stops you and reaches down to guide himself inside you instead.  Your head falls back onto the bed, arms draped around Valter’s shoulders as he slowly pushes himself fully inside you.  He wraps an arm around your back, his other hand gripping your thigh and moving your leg to hook around his hip.  Valter kisses you passionately and rolls his hips deep, keeping you close against him.

Rocking your hips to Valter’s movements, you moan into his mouth and splay your hands on his back, careful not to dig your nails into his skin.  He sucks and nips over your neck leaving deep red marks over your skin, his hand gliding up from your thigh to your ribs and breast; fingers tease your nipple, pinching, pulling and twisting the way you’d shown him you like.  You moan and groan on every roll of his hips, arching to his touch and tilting your hips so his cock could reach a very specific part inside of you.  

Valter groans roughly and pants your name, gasping when he feels your nails scratch his back.

“Do that again…!” he moans.

“I don't wanna… hurt you! They’ll do damage!” you whine and flex your hands away from his skin.

“Oh god, scratch me up! Please! Feels so fucking good!” he nips along your jaw and pants against your skin.

You whine and hesitantly scratch across his back causing him to buck his hips deeper “Oh god yes! Fuck, Valter!” 

Valter grunts and grinds his hips, “Mark me…” You wrap both legs around his hips and lock your ankles under his ass, scratching down his back roughly instantly causing red welts to raise up along his skin.  His grunts and moans get louder with each mark you leave on his back and ribs, his thrusts become frantic and you run a hand into his hair again “Oh fuck… fuck…”

You moan and nip his lip “There…like that…!” moving your hips to his without any rhythm.  

Wrapping both arms around your back he bucks and snaps his hips deep into you, your pleasure filling the room in all senses.  

“Fuck….fuck….” Valter pushes deep against your front wall, calling out and releasing as you simultaneously tighten around and soak his cock.  You both let out garbled yells of names, profanity and animalistic yells; his cock pulses inside you, emptying his seed with ease as your walls massage and milk him.  

Your bodies relax and your lips crash for passionate, heavy kisses that leave you both breathless and panting for air.

Valter leans his head down against you giving you a view over his back “Fuck,” you whisper “you’re back is bleeding I’m so sorry!”  He shakes his head and kisses over your neck “Don’t worry… it felt amazing baby.” He kisses you again and smiles “I’ll happily pay for you to get your nails done every month.”

– fin –

[emmyrosee]

Head empty, only thoughts of valter skarsgård 😌💅🏻

They’re good thoughts to have 👀❤️

Him being all sexy with his big hoodie (big everything HA) coming fresh out of a livestream to greet you on the couch; his hairs all tousled from his constant carding of the messy mop, his cheeks warm from focusing so intently on his game and his chat, and you eagerly just open your arms with a giggle, laughing as he grins and positively flops next to you.

His face buries into your thighs, “I missed you, babe.”

“I missed you, too,” you promise, shifting one of your hands to gently massage the base of his shoulders, relishing in the content groan he offers you. “I wish you’d let me come in and watch you, babes.”

His green eyes flick up to you accusingly, his goofy smirk plastered on his face, “I would love to let you watch, but,” one of his massive hands slowly slips under your top, “you never behave yourself.”

You smirk in challenge, your legs spreading a hair wider.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Mr. Skarsgård.”

[lucydixon]

Casual pt.1

Summary: You discover that your two, not so casual fuck buddies not only know each other, but live and work together.

This will be a miniseries bc I just cannot help myself, after this, y'all will get flashbacks to the nights the reader met each boy, then the aftermath of your discovery. You can thank @thetobaccotornado for the brilliant idea bc they made a request that I have not been able to stop thinking about for like 2 weeks.

You hadn’t realized that Faust and Euronymous knew eachother when you’d started seeing them. 

It was just supposed to be casual sex with both of them, but you just kept coming back for more, and pretty soon you were in a little deeper than you’d planned.  

Eventually, it got to a point where you were seeing them on alternating nights every week. You couldn’t decide which one you liked more, and you could tell that they were starting to get attached.

To be fair, so were you. 

It had been an offhanded comment made by Faust while the two of you were lying in your bed that had connected the dots in a sudden, horrifying moment of realization. 

You’d just finished fucking and he had one arm around you while his other hand played with a strand of your hair. Your head was resting on his chest, and you were enjoying his warmth. 

Faust always tended to ramble after sex, telling you all about his band and gigs he’d recently been to. 

He kept asking if you wanted to go to the next one with him, and you kept making excuses as to why you couldn’t. 

To be fair, you had told him from the jump that you weren’t looking for anything serious, and certainly not exclusivity.  You’d known just from the look on his face after you’d said it that he didn’t just do casual hookups, but you’d taken him home after he’d unconvincingly told you that it was fine anyway. 

Then he’d fucked your brains out so lovingly that you couldn’t see him as a stranger anymore and you’d let him stay the night like an idiot. 

When you were kicking him out in the morning, he’d kissed you at the door and asked if he could maybe get your phone number. 

You’d given it to him, of course, you had. How could you not when those big brown eyes were boring back down into yours? 

He’d called you not even an hour later when he got home and asked if you wanted to hang out again. 

You tried to remind him that you weren’t looking for a boyfriend, but he reassured you that it was fine. You’d told him that if he came over the following night, it would just be to fuck. 

You’d said it so bluntly that he flinched on the other end of the line, but he still said he wanted to see you and that he could handle it. 

Euronymous was supposed to be a palate cleanser. 

You needed to make sure that you understood that what you were doing with Faust was as casual as you insisted it was after you’d started seeing eachother two or three times a week. You had to prove to yourself that you weren’t tied down and figured that the best way to do that was to go out and fuck someone else. 

You’d met him at a bar and let him buy you a drink. 

Him, you hadn’t been worried about when it came to keeping things casual. 

He wasn’t as soft as Faust and had fucked you into the matress roughly and left immediately after. 

No cuddling, no post-sex kissing, and no asking for your phone number when he was leaving. 

But then he showed up on your doorstep a few days later, thankfully on a night when you didn’t have Faust over, and had grabbed you by the back of the neck and slammed his lips onto yours the second you’d opened the door.  

He fucked you in the hallway, then toyed with you for an hour on the couch untill you were begging him to stop. 

That time, you’d given him your number and told him to call next time. You couldn’t have him just showing up unannounced. 

He just kept getting softer. Every time, he fucked you just as hard, but then he’d started holding you afterwards and eventually started staying the night and kissing you goodbye just like Faust did. 

Now, you were stuck with two lovers who felt a little too much like boyfriends, unable to stop seeing either of them. 

On the night in question, Faust let it slip that he worked in a record store that one of his friends owned and told you that you should come check it out sometime. 

Your heart had started racing almost immediately. 

The night you’d met Euronymous, he’d told you proudly that he had his own record store and it was the only one of its kind, specially tailored towards metalheads. 

Metalheads like Faust. 

“A record store?” You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your voice neutral. “That’s cool.” 

“You think so?” He smiled softly, out of view. “My friend Euronymous opened it a while ago, and I’ve worked there from the start. He’s got a label that he runs out of the store, too, it’s really cool.” 

Your eyes widened, and you were so glad that he couldn’t see your face from this angle. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

“I just remembered that my mom is coming over.” You shot up into a sitting position, scrambling to find your clothes and get dressed while he watched, clearly startled. “You have to go.” 

“Your mom is coming over?” his brows pulled together as he glanced over at the clock. “At two in the morning.” 

“Yeah.” You pulled yourself to your feet and started gathering his clothes for him, throwing them onto the bed. “And I’d rather not still have a booty call here when she does.” 

You didn’t have to look to know that Faust looked like a kicked puppy, hurt and confused by your sudden cold tone. 

You couldn’t bear to look at him and just muttered something about needing to tidy up the kitchen before rushing out of the room. 

You saw him shuffling out of your room a few minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, and noticeably stiffened. You could tell without even looking at him fully that he was waiting for you to say something. An explanation, maybe, or even a goodbye, but he got neither. 

You just continued moving things around on the counter. 

He hesitated in the doorway, but stopped himself from reaching out for you and let his shoulders slump forward on his way to the door. 

When the door slammed shut and he was gone, you threw the loaf of bread in your hands at the wall with a frustrated grunt. 

“Fuck!” you muttered, letting your head fall in your hands. 

It had physically hurt to ice him out like that, but you needed to be alone with your thoughts right that fucking second and it was the easiest way to get him out. 

You were going to have to pick one. 

But how the fuck were you supposed to do that?

You still didn’t want a boyfriend. 

Didn’t want someone to hang around during the day or to take you on dates. 

You could acknowledge that it hadn’t just been sex with either of them for some time now, but it wasn’t a full-blown relationship either.  

What you really wanted was to keep doing what you were doing. 

Keep seeing both boys and just hope that they never find out about eachother. But now, knowing that they were friends and likely saw eachother every day, you were sure that it wouldn’t be long before they figured it out, even if you stayed as far away from that god forsaken store as possible. 

You felt like such an idiot. 

You didn’t know much about metal music other than you seemed to really have a thing for it’s fans, but you were very much aware of how tiny the scene was in Oslo and decided to pick two metalheads as fuck buddies anyway. 

Of course, they knew eachother. 

You groaned and slunk off to bed to stare at the ceiling and go over your options. 

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[mypersonalrambling]

Christmas Wonders

Warnings: None. Fluff

Pairings: Valter x Reader 

Requested: Yes :)

Summary: Christmas is your favorite holiday and Valter makes it extra special

Author’s note: This was requested a long time ago. I’m so sorry for the person who requested it. But I finally finished it, I hope you like! I tried to incorporate the reading being from Wales since that’s what they wanted, but wasn’t sure exactly how to execute it so I more or less mention your accent. 

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Christmas has always been your favorite holiday; the lights, the music, the air is cold and crisp. . This year is even more special as you have someone significant to share it with. You’ve been dating Valter for almost a year, the relationship could only be described as a fantasy. Valter and you met at a coffee shop not too long after you moved from Wales to Sweden. He fell in love with your accent immediately; he would listen to you talk for hours specifically about your childhood.  

Two months after meeting you moved into Valter’s apartment; it wasn’t a difficult decision as you were there most days anyway. Both of your friends and families were apprehensive of how quickly the relationship progressed, however, the two of you proved them wrong and lasted longer than anyone would have guessed. 

Now it’s the weekend before December 1st which only means one thing, it’s time to decorate for Christmas. You hop out of bed, attempting to not disturb Valter. Rushing to the storage room, you drag all the boxes filled with decorations to the living room. By the time Valter woke up, the living room looks as if it was meant to be in a Hallmark movie. “Wow, you really went all out.” 

“Of course, these decorations can only be enjoyed for a month, you have to put them up as soon as possible. Usually, I put them up right after Thanksgiving, but seeing as this is the first year sharing it with someone, I didn’t want to go overboard.” You turn back to finish putting the ornaments on the tree.  Each ornament is unique and has a symbolic meaning. You have some from when you were a child, given to you by your grandmother. Some you’ve gotten in different countries after traveling. You even have one Valter picked out a couple of weeks ago; the ornament has the anniversary date of the first time you met and your favorite picture of the two of you. 

“Did you leave anything for me to help with?” He rubs his eyes attempting to rid them of sleepiness. You’ve always thought he looks most attractive after just waking up. His hair is always a mess, usually, his pants are hanging low on his hips, and his voice is at least an octave lower than it normally is. 

You can’t help but stare at his entire body before answering.“You can put the star on top. I can’t reach it.” You grab the star out of the box, stretching your arm out so he can take it. 

“Is that all I’m good for? Just reaching things you can’t?” He snarks. He loves to tease you about how he’s always having to reach things for you since his apartment is built for a person of his height and not yours. 

“Yep. I only date you because you’re tall. I’m so sorry it took this long for you to find out,” you say sarcastically. He walks up until he’s standing directly behind you and able to put it up on the tree. Once the decorations are complete, you make your famous hot chocolate so you can sit and enjoy the fruits of your labor. 

The two of you curl up on the couch to watch Christmas movies for the day. You lay so that Valter is behind you with his arms wrapping around you, with a blanket thrown on top. You never feel more at ease than when Valter is holding you. Throughout the movies, he jokes about the cheesiness of the storylines until you remind him your relationship would appear cheesy to others as well. The closer Christmas became the more stress there was. You come from a relatively small family or at least compared to Valter’s. Trying to find the perfect gift for everyone seems impossible. Valter tried to relieve the stress as best he can. He gives you a list of suggestions for his family and tells you no matter what you give them, they will enjoy it. 

It’s Christmas Eve and your nerves are through the roof.  Stellan’s party is this evening and you are running around making sure you have all the gifts packed, the dish you are bringing is prepared correctly, and the outfit you’re wearing fits. This is the first time you will meet all of his siblings. You’ve met a few of them on different occasions but never all together. Valter did his best to help calm you. The drive to the party felt like an eternity. His family has always treated you with kindness. 

You are the first to arrive. Slowly the rest of Valter’s siblings and their families trickle in. When Bill arrives he makes a beeline for you. Besides Valter, Bill was the one you are closest to. Once everyone arrives and is settled in, Stellan informs dinner is ready shortly after. Most of the food is traditional Swedish, however, Stellan being as kind as he is, made a couple of dishes from Wales.   

After everyone is done stuffing themselves, it’s decided there should be a rest period before opening presents. Most everyone convenes in the living room; some sit on the floor to stretch out while most find a comfortable place near the fire. The youngest two children can barely contain their excitement. You’ve lost count of the times they’ve asked if it’s time to open presents. By the time everyone agrees that it’s time to open, the youngest two rush over to the tree to grab their gifts. 

The tradition in Valter’s family is the youngest opens first and the oldest last, as to keep children occupied while others open their gifts. There is minimal talking while gifts are being opened. Finally, it is Valter’s turn; you hand him two packages from under the tree; one small and one of larger capacity. 

First, you hand him the little one, knowing he’ll want to use the second as soon as he opens it. He slowly peels the wrapping paper off of the small one, attempting to not destroy it. He begins to tear up when he opens the box; a couple of months prior you bought a necklace with the date the two of you met. “It’s stunning, I’m never going to take it off.”  He isn’t as cautious when tearing the paper off of the second present. His face lit up as a child that awakes early on Christmas morning. “I...how did you...they sold out in minutes,” his voice full of bewilderment. He’s been talking about the new Playstation for weeks but was unsuccessful at obtaining one. You remember him staying up waiting for the launch, making sure he had everything he would need, however so many others had the same plan. What Valter didn’t know was that you had also been online for the launch and was slightly quicker. 

“I was in the other room when you were trying to order and was faster than you.” He enveloped you in a hug whispering his thanks among all of the nasty things he planned for later to properly thank you, as he put it. 

Valter finishes opening the gifts from his family then it’s your turn. Being as you are a little nervous, you have a difficult time controlling your shaky hands. By the time you are done, you have a new phone case, new shoes, and of course Christmas decorations. You snuggle up with Valter while the rest of his family opens their presents. 

Eventually, all the gifts are open, many are sitting reveling in their new possessions. One of your traditions is to sit outside and enjoy the snow. You excuse yourself, grab your coat and head out to the backyard. It’s only just beginning to snow, sticking to the foot already on the ground. You find a chair under an awning untouched by snow. Sitting down, you block out anything that isn’t the flurries falling from the sky. 

You only move to go inside when your entire body is numb from the cold. Walking back into the living room, you notice a small gift still sitting under the tree. You inspect it unable to find a name. “We forgot one gift, but I can’t find who it belongs to.” You face them, holding it up, but not one person seems to know. 

“It’s for you,” Valter’s voice startles you from behind. 

“Why is it still under here?” You ask still focusing on the very small box. 

“Because I wanted to wait until the perfect moment.” 

“Perfect moment for what?” 

You turn towards him as he is getting down on one knee, “I have been thinking about this for months, but I didn’t want to scare you off. And with your love for Christmas, I thought tonight is a perfect time. We’ve only known each other for a year and the year has been so much better than I ever imagined.  I can’t envision my life without you in it. You’re the most kind, caring person I know. You encourage me to become a better man.  Y/N, will you marry me?” 

Shock courses throughout your entire body. You never an inkling he was going to propose. Valter isn’t the best at keeping secrets, however, he kept this secret as his life depended on it. Your entire relationship hastily runs through your mind; how picture-perfect everything seems, how Valter seems to even you out, and how you can’t envision your life without him. “Y/N?” Valter’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. You can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!” You can’t express the euphoria running through you. Tears start to form at the corner of your eyes. As Valter stands up and pulls you into a hug, Bill walks over and congratulates the two of you. The next few minutes are spent with congratulations from the family. The ring is simple, but elegant. A small heart shaped red jem with two small diamonds on either side. It’s better than anything you could have ever picked out. Eija jokes later on, she was the one who picked it out or otherwise Valter would have picked a boring ring, as she put it. You know no matter what style he picked out, you would love it. Hell He could have proposed with a ring pop and yes would have still been your answer. 

During the commotion, you don’t notice that Alexander disappears until he comes back into the room with bottles of champagne. “I think this calls for a toast!” He passes around glasses until all the adults have one. “To Valter and Y/N. May their journey be filled with bliss and laughter.” 

By midnight almost everyone has left to go home. Valter and you are some of the last ones to leave. You never in a million years thought this night would get better, however, Valter had one more surprise up his sleeve. 

When you arrive home, you see roses leading from the front door to the bedroom. The bedroom looks as if it is taken straight from a romantic comedy. Roses covered the bed spelling I Love You, candles are placed strategically, giving the room a nice glow. “When did you have time to do this?” 

“I bought all of this a couple of weeks ago. I had a friend come over and set it up while we were celebrating Christmas. I let him know when we were leaving so that he could light the candles.” 

“I can’t believe you did this. It looks like it could be out of a magazine.” You pull him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his waist. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his arms holding you to him as if you’ll float away if he doesn’t. Valter pops more champagne which you failed to notice sitting off to the side. He also had an arrangement of chocolate-covered fruit. 

He then hands you another box, this one slightly bigger than the one for the ring. “What’s this?” 

“Open it.” In the box is a ruby red ornament with white writing simply stating ‘engaged.’ Tears begin to well up in your eyes. Nothing seems right to say, so you simply bring him in for another hug. 

The two of you spent the night celebrating one of the most significant events in your life so far. Valter kept his promise by properly thanking you over and over again.

[billskarsgard097]

Bill y alida 🫶🏻🥰

[ewritesthangs]

Proposals

I have many ideas for proposal imagines and guys, yall ain't ready.

[shenevertricks1831]

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE ME MORE KASPER NORDIN!!!