#Valter Skarsgard imagine

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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 –

[lihikainanea]

Hi Lei! Love your Bill&Tiger series ♥️ I was watching this bit Alex did with Vanity Fair where he explained Swedish slang, and I thought - what if one day Tiger caved and decided to give that ridiculous language a chance and tried to learn it? Like I imagine Bill one day walking in on a scene of Alex and Valter exaggerating their vowels at Tiger and Tiger stuttering and breaking her tongue trying to pronounce some words and getting all frustrated 😂😂😂

I, low key, kind of love this thought.

Because listen, from my own experience, once you understand how the letters and vowels are pronounced differently in Swedish, it's actually not that hard to understand. In a short-ish amount of time I was able to read it, and it took a little longer for me to understand when it was spoken to me but once my ears acclimated to it, it was alright.

The trouble, for us folk west of the Smedsuddsbadet, is in the pronunciation. I just like, couldn't get my jaw or my tongue loose enough to FLAP the way that is required to properly ululate the Swedish language. Like, you really gotta let it go. My Swedish friends laugh that after a few drinks, all of a sudden I'm fluent--and it's really because I just lose all control of my facial muscles in general after a few shots of akvavit.

But my girl tiger--she's trying. She's having a hard time, but she's trying. She approaches Gustaf first--shyly, bashfully, and asks for his help. Gustaf--as always--greets her with a warm smile, a squeeze of her shoulder, and starts teaching her some basic words.

The bigger, older tree of the Skarsgard forest catches on one evening when Gustaf and tiger are cooking dinner and before tiger touches anything, Gustaf makes her say the word for it.

"Learning Swedish?" Alex asks, in the dialect. Tiger takes a few seconds to process it.

"Yes," she answers, but a quick tsk from Gustaf and she rephrases. "Nej, ja."

Alex points to the salt.

"Kuk," he says.

"Alex!" Gustaf admonishes, then he turns to tiger. "That's not the word for salt."

"Du är en kuk," she snaps back without hesitation, and Gustaf snickers.

"Ja?" Alex challenges, "Du är en--"

"We're not doing this," Gustaf interrupts, "Get out of here. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

Alex smirks, but slinks off.

Tiger can more or less handle the singular words, but trouble arises when she starts trying to put sentences together--Swedish just has such a different pacing, a different cadence than any of the languages tiger knows. Her words are right but her sentences are damn near unintelligible because her cadence is wrong, or she's emphasizing the wrong parts. Gustaf tries to be kind, but god it's funny. After a few weeks, she's able to string together--mostly--a few basic phrases, and she wants to surprise Bill.

So one evening, after a long afternoon of meetings with his agent, Bill comes home. He looks tired and beat, but tiger is preparing a nice dinner and she greets him at the door with a kiss.

"Hey kid," he says softly, leaning down for another one. Tiger takes a deep breath.

"Hej," she stutters, "vill du ha något att dricka?"

It is, by far, the longest sentence she has ever put together. Bill blinks for a moment, his brows furrowed.

It's a long silence. Tiger shifts awkwardly.

Suddenly, Bill erupts in boisterous laughter--it's loud, it's uncontrolled.

"What?" he asks, incredulous.

"Umm," tiger shifts, biting her lip. "Vill du ha....något...att dricka?"

She stumbles through it again, and Bill laughs so hard he's wheezing.

"Come again?" he chokes out between laughs, "What the fuck language is that?"

"Bill!" she stamps her foot, and then he realizes that she actually looks a little embarrassed, a little defeated, and he takes a second to try and compose himself. He wipes at his eyes, choking back the chuckles that are still flowing out uncontrolled.

"Tiger," he bites his lip to hold in a laugh, "What's happening?"

"I tried learning some swedish," she mumbles, her arms crossed, "I wanted to surprise you.”

"You did surprise me," he holds back his laughs again his lips twitching.

Tiger rolls her eyes and goes to stalk towards the kitchen.

"Alright alright I'm sorry," he cuts off her path and holds his hands up, pulling her in for another kiss. She bites at his lip in spite. "I'm sorry. That was just...that was really funny."

"What did I do wrong?"

"You learned Danish instead."

"Bill!"

"That was the last one, I promise," he chuckles with another kiss, "The...emphasis was just a little off."

She pouts, but he cups her chin.

"First, get the hot potato out of your mouth," he said, "Relax your lips."

"You relax your lips you son of a--"

"Vill du," he interrupts, "Say it."

She repeats.

"Those kind of mush together. Then är något--it's a hard g. Say it."

She does.

"The emphasis is kind of on något. Vill du är något, say it all kind of in one."

She tries, and she gets it.

"Then att dricka. Emphasis on both of those, and stop halfway through dricka to really pronounce it almost like two separate words."

She stumbles a bit through it.

"Again," he encourages. She gets it on the second try.

"Vill du är något att dricka," he says fluidly, and she repeats it verbatim.

"Ja," he says excitedly, "Bra!"

"Excuse me?"

"Bra," he says.

"I'm not wearing one."

"No, tiger," he snickers, "Bra means good."

"Most women would disagree."

Bill sighs, smiling and pulling her in for a hug. He smiles mischievously.

"No bra indeed," he whispers into her ear, and she chuckles and swats at his back.

"Kan jag få min drink?," he says slowly, pronouncing each word. He bites playfully at her neck, but she takes a step back.

"Om..igen?" she asks. He says it again, slower.

"Ja," she smiles, "En martini?"

"Ja," he nods, "My sweet girl. I'll teach you some brand new words tonight."

[ill-skillsgard]

Imagine Faust!valter being super submissive

So, I don't really see Faust ever getting submissive in a sexual way, but I started thinking of things that might make him sucky or clingy and came up with this. I hope you like it, and sorry for adopting this into the FxF universe and not considering it a standalone request. Warning: 18+ mature language, anti-religious themes throughout, drug and alcohol use. **This part contains situations and mentions of sexual harassment, angst and Faust being one big sucky boy**

Summary: An uncomfortable situation makes Faust fear for his already teetering relationship. Faith contemplates life without Faust. - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

The misty night spilled in from the open window of Faith's dorm room. Shouts and laughter carried up from below, where a group of boys gallivanted on the lawn. Faith took a break from her essay to observe the raucous bunch. They took turns playing keep-up with a soccer ball, showing off their stunts to impress the girls who walked by in pairs from the campus restaurant, care-free and unaware of the one who watched from her bed.

Faith wondered what it was like to date one of the footballers, a boy like Bobby Esders. She might befriend his friends, meet his family, cheer him on at his games and be one of the girls down there on the grass. If she hadn't moved to the city, maybe she would have ended up with someone who went to school all day and played video games at night. Perhaps they would go to college parties, drink too much, order pizza for breakfast, and miss their classes. After college, she envisioned marriage, play-fighting over their future children's names, and getting pregnant with those planned children.

Faith smiled at these thoughts, but the make-believe joy was short-lived. Playing house would never be her life. Not with Faust in the picture.

Was she pining for things unknown simply because she knew not a life outside of him? And if she left him to pursue these feats, would she find happiness, or would his giant shadow leave a void that no other man could fill? Such was the argument causing her to write in circles and backspace her work repeatedly. She read the lines with Faust on her mind, but they made no sense.

Faith's roommate Claire came in after her gym session, tossed her bag on the bed and rubbed her bare arms.

"Are you crazy? It's freezing outside," Claire said, shutting out the hooting and hollering from outside.

Faith glanced at her legs rife with goosebumps. "Sorry, I didn't really notice."

"Are you feeling all right? You haven't really been your normal, bubbly self lately."

"I'm okay," Faith said.

"You sure it has nothing to do with your boyfriend? He came here the other night looking for you. Scared the shit out of me."

"He did?"

"Yes. He must have walked right by the supervisor's desk. He seemed pissed."

"Oh."

"Faith," she said, sitting down at the shared desk. "Are you sure everything's okay? You're too nice to be with someone who's causing you problems."

Faith tried on a grin. "I know he seems scary, but he's sweet."

"So, he wasn't mad at you?"

"More like I was mad at him."

"Thought you said he was sweet?"

"He and my dad don't get along, and I was ignoring him, but we're fine now. I'm sorry he freaked you out."

Claire sighed and changed the subject to who had the bigger workload, but Faith had no interest in small talk. Faust remained wrapped in her head, as always. She wished the issue was as light as her father hating her boyfriend and her boyfriend hating her entire lifestyle. If it were that simple again, maybe she could focus on something besides Faust and the charred body the police had found in Trinity church ruins.

Although Christianity had provided Faith with guidelines on which to base a good life, she hadn't ingested the Bible as a whole. She acknowledged some of the fundamental beliefs were ill-designed for the modern world, while some tenets stood well across time. Murder was an unforgivable transgression no matter how Faust framed his excuse. His crime echoed across the city, from the prayer circles to local news outlets and surrounding cities—the arson of the decade whose starter had yet to be identified was all anyone talked about. Her professor brought it up in a lecture that day, and her fellow students had the black circle on their tongues.

How could the hands that had touched her so tenderly also snuff the life of another? His smile, which grew in her presence, had also basked in the flames that had burned Sven alive. If she told anyone, they would surely say it wasn't her fault, but Faith knew if she hadn't gone to Faust's apartment and stayed at the party, disobeying his orders to stay away from his crowd, she wouldn't have a killer for a boyfriend.

No amount of reworking the scenario brought her comfort, so Faith waited. She waited for the passing dread, for inspiration to finish her essay, and for a call from an unknown number. ~*~

Across the city, in the North Peak hamlet, Faust collected three hundred dollars in cash from Mrs. Conte for conducting a drum lesson with her son, Linden. The kid wasn't hard to teach once Faust ripped his attention away from his iPad with a thunderous solo using every drum and symbol on the kid's set—a Christmas present that had mostly gone to waste on a boy with a spinning wheel of interests. Faust had initially responded to a street flyer advertising the drumkit for sale, and he reached out, knowing it was worth double the asking price, and he stood to make a little coin from reselling it piece by piece. But the woman had asked if Faust was a drummer and if he'd be willing to teach her son for more money. Three hundred for a lesson, and if he managed to get the kid interested, three hundred more every week for two months, until summer break.

After pocketing the cash, Linden asked when the next lesson was, and Mrs. Conte looked to Faust for an answer.

"Uh... Next week?" Faust said.

"Yes! Can I go play my video game now?" Linden asked.

"Go on, honey. You did well today."

The ten-year-old took off running down the hall, and Faust shouldered on his leather jacket to leave.

"You're going so soon?" Mrs. Conte asked.

Faust looked back at the single mother, her hair done up in a mess of ringlets, a few gold chains gathering in her ample cleavage. She wore all black from her tight blouse to her skin-tight jeans, a leather and chain belt cinched around her waist, and enough bracelets to open her own store. The smell of expensive cigarettes, perfume and tanning oil wafted off her skin.

"You smoke pot?"

"Yeah, sometimes," said Faust.

"Why don't we go upstairs, I'll roll us a fatty, and we can talk scheduling."

"Isn't it pretty straightforward? I'll come by every Tuesday, teach Linden for a couple hours, you pay me, and I leave."

"My ex-husband grows the best shit in town. Come on, it'll only be a few minutes. What, you got a charity event to go to?"

"No."

"Don't be a pussy then. I ain't gonna stab you."

Faust wasn't afraid of coming off impolite, but the promise of a steady income with minimal work was too good to pass up. He followed Mrs. Conte up the stairs and into her powder room with a double set of doors that opened up onto a quaint balcony. He took a seat on an iron patio chair outside and took in the crescent of houses from on high. This area of town was foreign to him. Nobody he knew lived in the North Peak where the super-rich families held court. Each driveway was home to a Mercedes, a Bentley, a Lincoln or some member of the vehicular elite. Some houses had pillars and stone lions flanking intricately carved front doors. The green lawns looked almost purple in the streetlight, sectioned by slabs of white stone and pristine asphalt. He wondered what it was like to own one of the colossal homes, what kind of career one might have to afford the extravagance.

Mrs. Conte joined him on the balcony with a finger-sized joint already smouldering at the tip. When he puffed, the taste of Dior lipstick and Afghan Kush filled his mouth. He passed it back, but the woman refused.

"Get to know it," she said and pulled a cigarette from a silver case and lit it.

Faust shrugged and continued smoking the joint down to half. The last puff made him cough, and he turned the joint over to its roller.

"Good stuff, eh?"

"Yup," Faust gasped.

"I got a whole pound. Could send you home with some."

"No, thanks, Mrs. Conte. I'm good."

"Linda. Please. And it's Miss. Still not technically divorced. Cheating ass motherfucker's been fighting tooth and nail to pay me less. I says, shouldn'ta signed the prenup and said you wouldn't fuck around. Now all his shit's mine."

"That's, uh... Good, I guess."

"He's rich. Doesn't matter to him. Fucker hemorrhages money. Owns a golf course. Can you believe it?"

"You're house is pretty nice, so yeah. I believe it."

"Not really much for conversation, huh? Strong silent type, I take it."

"Yeah, I guess. I dunno. Don't really smoke weed with too many moms."

Linda chuckled. "S'that all I am now? Just a mom? Shit... I guess so."

"I'm sure you do more than that."

"Used to be one of the highest-paid strippers in the county 'til I had the kid. The little son of a bitch turned a twenty thousand dollar tit job to dust. Fucked up my body for years. I spent all day on the treadmill, cooking and cleaning for his father like a proper trophy wife, and the bastard still cheats on me with a fucking eighteen-year-old. Can you believe that shit? You do everything you can for someone, thinking it's for love, and it blows up in your fuckin' face. Whole world's ungrateful."

"Damn, that sucks."

"I'd kill the fuck if I could. But they go after the wife right away. Tell ya, it wouldn't be clean either. I'd beat his head in with one of those nine irons. Set him of fire."

Faust shifted in his seat, longing to be on the sidewalk heading away from North Peak and toward Faith's school.

"What, that kinda thing make you queasy?"

"No. I get it. Do everything for someone, and they don't see it. All they see is the shit you don't do, the things you aren't."

Linda pointed her ringed fingers at Faust. "That's right. Hey, you're smart for a kid."

"I'm not a kid."

"You gotta face like one. What're you, twenty? Twenty-one?"

"Twenty-six."

"Shit. You're a grown-ass man."

"Yep."

"I like you, Faust. You look like you don't take any shit," Linda said, patting his knee. "Cute fucker, too. Yeah, you ain't all that scary under that black hair."

"Thanks? Look, I gotta get going—"

"You want a beer?"

"I'm good. Like I said, I gotta head out."

Linda breathed in a thick plume of smoke from the joint, flicked it over the rail, then switched to her cigarette. "Tall motherfucker. You look like you could beat my ass bloody."

"Alright—"

As Faust stood to leave, Linda grabbed his arm. "You like cash, honey?"

"Linda, let go of me."

"Watch any MILF porn? I bet you do. Everyone does these days."

"I got a girl."

"So what? I'll pay ya nice. You can take her to fuckin' Disney World. All you gotta do is take your pants off and go hop on that bed. I'll do all the work."

Faust squeezed Linda's wrist and yanked. She unhanded him and retreated in the chair, eyes locked on him.

"I said don't fucking touch me."

"You got some young little thing waiting for you too? Fucking men are all the same," she spat.

"I'm outta here. Good luck with your divorce or whatever."

Faust left the house and didn't look back even as Linda hung over the rail yelling at him. Three hundred dollars wasn't a bad rate for two hours of work and some sexual harassment, but it left him with an inexplicable hum in his gut like someone had rung his chest like a gong and the vibrations pooled inside of him, ripples on top of ripples.

He jogged to the nearest corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes and a box of Smarties. He downed half the box of candies in one mouthful, then lit a cigarette and deposited some coins in the nearest payphone to call Faith. He silently begged for her to answer, and when she picked up on the last ring, he let out a chocolate and nicotine-laden breath.

"Faust? Where are you?"

"Across town. You still wanna hang out tonight?"

"Um... I'm kinda sleepy. Plus, I have class in the morning."

Faust waited to catch his breath, took another drag of his smoke. "Please. I really want to see you."

"Is everything okay? You sound worried."

"I just want to meet up."

"Okay, okay. Where should we meet?"

"You know the swings behind the armoury?"

Faith kicked her feet. "Where we first hung out."

"Yeah. That's not far from you."

"It's dark out."

"Take a cab. I'll pay for it."

"Why can't we go to your place?"

"We will. But I want to talk in private."

Faith understood. Did Faust have a lapse in confidence? Had the guilt of his wrongdoings finally crept up and latched onto his back? She had to know and moved to put on some fur-lined leggings and the hoodie she'd taken from his bedroom the night when everything changed.

The cab dropped her off between the parking lot and the massive overhead doors of the armoury. She paid the minimum fare and waited for Faust to show up, passing the time by deciphering the coat of arms painted in red and blue on the old wooden doors. Down the street, illuminated by the street lamps, a large black-clad man approached. She recognized his wide-armed gait, and bubbles fizzed in her belly until he reached her and pulled her close.

Faust held her for a while, his thumping chest and the occasional car passing by the only indication Faith was in the real world and not some fevered dream.

"Why'd you need to see me so badly?" Faith asked.

"I love you."

Faith stuttered, pulled away to look at him. The base of her skull connected with the top of her spine as she stared up. "I... I love you too."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"You hesitated."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I know what you think of me now. You think I'm crazy. How can you trust someone like me? Someone with anger issues and all kinds of fucked up shit going on inside him."

"I never saw that before," Faith whispered. "For almost a year, you've been the sweetest person I've ever known. You wouldn't touch me if I was drunk... You protected me. And you made sure we were both ready before anything serious happened. Now that's all... I hope it's not gone."

"It's not. I swear. I just want you to love me the same as you always have."

"It's hard," Faith's voice trembled.

"I know."

"After what happened... It's hard to picture that same boy who took me for walks and watched movies with me. It's like you're this whole different person. Someone I might not have messed around with if I'd known you were..."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I ruined everything. But I'll do anything to keep you with me. You're the only good thing in my life. Please, Faith. Don't let this one mistake change us."

"That's asking a lot. I didn't let this happen. You did."

"Which is why I'm willing to do anything to make it right."

"What you did is one of the most horrific things I could imagine. It's hard to feel safe—"

"I'd never hurt you. Never. I'd rather die."

Faust bent at the knees and went down before her. He encircled her torso and pressed his cheek against her stomach. "I love you so much."

She stroked his head, rattling with sobs waiting to burst from her throat. When he stood at his full height again, she buried her face between his jacket and shirt like she had done so many times before, tears soaking into the black.

"Will you say you're sorry to my dad? If we stay together, you have to. There's no other way I'll be able to do this."

"Yes. Anything."

"And mean it! He's a good man, the only man I have as an example. And even though he's strict, and religious, and stubborn, I love him."

"Yes, I promise. I'll make up with your dad if he lets me."

"He'll let you. He knows you're important to me."

"Don't worry. I'll do everything I can." Faust said, fishing the cash from Linda Conte and stuffing it in Faith's hands. "Put this somewhere safe."

"What's this for?"

"Saving for my own apartment. Or a car. Whatever we need first."

"Why can't you keep it?"

"I'll just waste it on cigarettes and weed."

"Where did this come from?"

"Gave some rich kid a drum lesson. Then his mom tried to fuck me."

"What?"

"Yeah. Made me realize how much I only want you... For the rest of my life."

"Faust—"

"Let's not get into it now. I've had a fucked up day."

Faith folded the cash into her wallet and dropped it in her purse. She took Faust's hand and led him to the bench swings where she'd had her first puff of weed from a joint he'd kept in his jacket. Again, Faith wondered if she would have stayed with him if she'd known then what she knew now. No matter how she framed it, how high she pictured the flames licking off the steeple of the church he'd destroyed, Faith wanted him and all his darkness.

[emmyrosee]

Valter fluff idea, cuddling while binge watching a show?

"wait, so who is that?"

"i dunno."

"what do you mean you don't know!" you groan as another one of your questions goes unanswered. it's a pattern that has been happening for the past three episodes, and whether its because you were forced to get the snacks and drinks when valter wanted one, or just because your sleepy eyes kept drooping from the random shapes his warm fingers draw in your skin, you're unsure.

valter snorts and pops another m'n'm in his mouth, crunching the candy with a shake of his head, "maybe if you paid attention and stopped squirming, we'd both know."

"maybe if you," you huff, shoving half-heartedly at his chest, "got your snacks instead of me, we'd both be equally caught up."

"you're the one who keeps nearly falling asleep."

"you're the human furnace who keeps making me drowsy!"

a glimmer of mischief flashes over his eyes, "i could tickle you, see if that'll wake you up?"

"not if you enjoy your family jewels not having a knee jammed against them." he tenses and you know you've won, so with a satisfied smile, you curl back up against his chest.

"boyfriend?"

"girlfriend?"

you chew your lip nervously, "can you rewind... i uhm... i missed all of that-"

"oh my god."

but at least you were together. and no matter how much valter pretended to be annoyed, deep down, you knew that's all he cared about.

[so-writing]

Stream - Valter Skarsgard

Request - You’re Valters mod for his twitch stream and you finally meet up and end up hooking up

Smut is rusty but I tried lol. Enjoy!

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Fifteen minutes or so? You good?

I knew who the text was from before I looked at my phone.

Yeah, did you post anything about this on social media earlier in the day? 

No. I’m spontaneous, you know that.

How many times had I told Valter to tweet or post a story to Instagram a few hours earlier than he planned to stream to try and get new viewers? The answer is too many.

Right. See you there, Valter.

He knew how to both press my buttons until I was furious and charm the shit out of me to the point that I could not be mad at him. I spent the remaining time until the stream getting my computer set up and grabbing a bottle of iced tea and a snack for later. Valter usually streamed for quite a while and I didn’t like to spend too much time away from the screen. 

The large majority of his viewers were longtime fans of his that were respectful and fun to chat with. That didn’t mean there weren’t people that came to his stream only to harass and compare him to his brothers. 

A few years ago we’d been on a FaceTime call, both of us being pretty inebriated, he’d shyly admitted he hoped I’d understand why it was important to keep those trolls out, without giving me the actual reason. As unbothered as he claimed to be, I knew that these people rubbed Valter the wrong way. He had a lot of pride and, despite never meeting in person, we’d been friends for years and I could read his his facial expressions and the slight changes in his voice. 

His famous last name both opened and closed doors for him in many different ways. I tried my hardest to make sure his streams belonged to him and him only. The rest of the family would have to take a backseat. 

It was later than he normally streamed in his country, and much later than that in mine but despite the time, the stream was going well and the watchers were very engaging without being intrusive. The first time I had to step in and lay down the law was about an hour and a half in, much later than I normally would have to.

First time watch but won’t be the last!!!! Sexy as hell accent!!!!

A small giggle escaped my lips as I fired off a general message to the chat about keeping it clean even if you think it’s a tame opinion. Valter wasn’t generally bothered by comments on his accent and this one was barely vulgar but if it continued and got weird, I’d take care of it.

Valter chuckled as he read the comment before returning his attention to the game. It made the new watcher bolder.

So sexy, you’re so sexy. Your accent. Your face. YOU. Dude fuck me

Enough. Time for me to step in. I sent the chat another message about being respectful before directly contacting “Hottie444”.

I informed this person that their behavior was inappropriate and that this was their only warning. If they continued to speak the way they had been, they’d get kicked. 

The message I received was very polite and understanding of what they had done. I assumed it was over at that point. 

Seventeen minutes passed until I was proven wrong.

Your rent a cop told me to keep in clean but fuck that loser. FUCK ME VALTER IF U WONT SEND A BROTHER PLEASE

Time for Hottie444 to go. A handful of other watchers scolded them for making gross remarks and bringing up Valter’s family. I quickly banned the user and sent Valter a message to make sure he was good. 

That moron is gone. I’m sorry I let that first thing go, I thought it would be something harmless. 

It’s fine. I felt similar initially but I’m glad you took them out. I’m about to end the stream anyway.

Valter announced that he would be departing soon and just a few minutes after he left, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” the depth of his voice would always surprise me, “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

*

“You should not be this nervous,” I spoke into the mirror at my own reflection. I should not be this nervous to meet someone I’d known for years. 

Valter’s proposition was that we should meet and stream together, mod and streamer on at the same time to give the viewers a deeper look. I was down to do it. That was two months ago and now that I was standing in the airport bathroom staring at myself like a crazy person as I began to doubt my decision. 

We had face chatted probably hundreds of times but there was something completely different about meeting him in person. I knew him as Valter, just Valter. It was easy to block out the fact that he was a Skarsgard when I didn’t have to think about it.

I did have to think about it when I entered a special gate sanctioned off for celebrities and the wealthy. Valter was somebody important, he may not have made much of a mark on the world yet but I knew he would, and I was somebody regular. 

Dropping into a luxurious armchair while I waited at the gate for his plane to taxi in, I googled him. I had always known who he was and who he was related to but to see it his face so easily splashed all over the internet with his gorgeous family alongside him fueled my uneasiness. 

I jumped out of the chair as soon as people starting emerging from the gate. I didn’t have to wait long, only one other person exited before Valter did. He was so much taller than I could have imagined and, much to my annoyance, so beautiful.

“Hey,” he pulled my much smaller frame than his into a hug, “it’s awesome to finally meet.” 

“I agree, I’m so pumped to finally see you in the flesh!”

We exchanged pleasantries and talked about Twitch as I drove us to my apartment. I told Valter he would probably prefer a hotel but he insisted on staying with me. To make the stream authentic, he said. After seeing his gorgeous face, intimidating height and hearing his sexy accent while he was right in front of me (Hottie444 had always been spot on) I didn’t object to him staying in my apartment. 

*

“Valter, when do you want to stream? It’s been two days and as much as I love touring the city and eating my weight in tacos with you, I thought you were here to stream and expand.”

He was standing in front of my coffee maker watching the caffeine drip into the pot and silent for far too long after I asked him what he wanted to do.

“I have no intention of streaming alongside you,” he paused for a moment while he poured coffee into his cup, “I’m just so fucking tired of wanting you.”

It was unexpected and he had fully pulled the wool over my eyes under the guise of coming to see me to stream. We’d known each other for years but I never even considered a scenario where we would have a romantic relationship. None of that mattered at the moment though, here he was standing in my kitchen telling me he wanted me and it didn’t take me long to decide what to do.

His full cup of coffee fell to the floor as I rushed him, connecting my mouth to his while pushing my body as close to him as I possibly could. His lips were soft and lovely and when he used his tongue to ask for permission to pass my lips, I happily obliged. 

Valter had nearly a foot on me and every time he touched me I realized how big his hands were and how much his embrace affected me. He placed his arms under my ass and lifted me up while he kissed my breasts through my shirt as we made our way toward the bedroom.

“This is going to ruin our professional relationship,” I giggled as he slammed me down on the bed and stripped off his clothes. 

Though he’d removed his own quickly, he took time removing my clothing. Intentionally rubbing the thick strap of my bra against my sensitive nipple and pushing the fabric of my panties against my clit while rubbing roughly had my core throbbing. Valter knew what he was doing and he knew it was working. 

“Good,” he positioned himself between my legs after he relieved me of my clothes, “I’m not interested in you professionally,” he pushed the tip of his penis just barely into my folds, “just personally.”

The feeling of his hard cock had me reeling. Every part of Valter was beautiful but especially his gorgeous cock and I knew that I would end our night together with him emptying himself inside me, but not before I came all over him first. 

“Holy shit,” blonde hair was matted to his forehead, “you are so stubborn. I just want you to come for me.”

I tried my hardest to hold out, despite my shaking legs and aching clitoris. He had been through enough of my resistance and it was time to let go. 

A deep moan escaped my lips as I gave myself to him. My pussy clenched around his cock while my fingernails scraped his back and my lips sucked at his collarbone.

“Oh my god,” the words were just above a whisper, “Valter, fuck!”

My legs were trembling as he emptied himself inside me, pushing his hips against mine while he buried himself deep between my thighs. We kept our bodied entwined as we slowed our breathing and came down. He gave my forehead a small peck as he pulled out and adjusted himself.

“So,” he pushed his hair off his face and ran his hand beneath my breast, squeezing gently but enough to arouse me a bit, “should we stream?”

[mypersonalrambling]

Soothing

Warnings: Describes a panic attack, mentions of anxiety

Pairings: Valter x Reader 

Word Count: 2208

Author’s note: I wrote what is probably considered a less traditional panic attack. However, I think it’s important to show not everyone experiences things the same way. 

Requested: Yes. Sorry for taking so long. I hope you enjoy it :)

Summary: Valter does his best to help calm your anxiety during a panic attack. 

You awaken this morning in a slight panic. Valter’s movie premiere is this evening. He’s used to them, having grown up around the spotlight. You take a few moments to mentally prepare yourself for the day. You get up, needing to run a few errands before this evening. Taking a quick shower then grabbing some candy to eat on your way. When you’re anxious it’s difficult for you to eat anything with real nutritious value. The more anxious you are, the more junk food you want to shovel down your throat. 

Popping by the alterations shop hoping the dress fits correctly, otherwise, you didn’t know what to do. The elderly woman, Opal, who owns the shop is a sweetheart. She always has snacks, tea, and makes everyone feel like family. 

“Hello Dear, excited about tonight?”

“Kinda. I’m more nervous than anything. I’m not used to being in front of so many people.”

“Dear, you’ll be fine. Stick close to Valter, he can be your guide.” Sometimes you forget how much she knows about everyone in town. She takes a few minutes to return. The dress is stunning, it’s floor-length, black, quarter length sleeve with a v neckline. It was two layers, a solid black layer covered by a subtle lace overlay. “Are you coming, Dear?” Opal repeats, waving you back to the fitting room.

It takes several minutes for you to get the dress exactly how you wanted it. The underlay is the type of silky material that takes maneuvering to make it lay how you want it. Opal helps you zip it up, allowing you to see the full effect of the glamorous gown. “It’s perfect, Opal. It fits impeccably, thank you.”

“Of course, now take it off and we’ll have some tea.” There is no use arguing with her, as she never takes no for an answer. Opal seems to always have wisdom to bestow upon you, even if you didn’t ask for it. She likes to laugh at her younger self about not listening to her elders, so she is going to do her damndest to get the next generation to listen so the same mistakes aren’t made. You take as much advice as she’s willing to say. 

Your next stop is to have your hair and makeup done. It isn’t a necessity but you feel better about having someone else do it to take a little stress off yourself. Valter told you he’d come with you but you didn’t want to seem like a bother. The woman did your hair in a simple, elegant style. The style accenting your face, makeup, and dress. You decided to go with a glam look; smoky eye, eyebrows filled in nicely, plenty of blush and contouring, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone, you let choose a bright purple lipstick to add a pop of color to your otherwise colorless outfit.  

Before leaving, you buy a tube of it so you can do touch-ups. Hurrying home, you change as quickly as possible. Looking in the mirror, you were astonished about how stunning you look. It’s rare you are able to dress up and you love it. Although you figure dating Valter there will be plenty of opportunities.

The closer the time comes to leave, the more anxious you became. You attempt to stop your mind from obsessing over the thousands of things that could go wrong. What if you fell or made a stupid face? It would be on the internet forever and would surely be attacked online. Even though you aren’t in the industry, dating Valter gave you just a sliver of what it’s  like.

The thoughts soon became endless, your mind not able to control all the racing thoughts. Sliding down to the floor of your bedroom, you can do nothing but simply stare at the wall. It isn’t until you heard Valter calling for you that you realized you aren’t even close to being ready. You will your body to move, to stand and get dressed. However, it can’t, the only thing able to move is your mind.

“Baby? Baby? There you are. Why are you sitting on the floor? And why aren’t you dressed?” You turn to look at him, but no words come out. You’re afraid if you begin talking the words won’t stop. “Baby, are you alright?” He slides down next to you, suit and all, not caring if it becomes messed up. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but are you having a panic attack? I know you become quiet when you’re anxious?” His concern seeping through his voice. Valter is doing his best to remain calm during this situation.

A few minutes later you’re able to conjure some words. “Please...hold me tighter.” He does as he’s told with no questions. He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you as close as possible, shifting carefully until he’s lying on his side with you next to him. He doing his best to ensure there is barely any part of your body he isn’t pressing into his. “Thank you.”

What seems like an eternity later you can feel your body begins to calm slightly. “You can...you can let go now.” Valter appears hesitant but still complies with your command. Valter helps you sit up letting you use him as a support. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Baby, it’s alright. Are you okay? That’s all I’m worried about,” his voice is sweet.

“I, um...I’m not okay, but I will be. I was just so worried that I'd embarrass you or myself at the event tonight.” You play with the hem of your shirt, feeling embarrassment course through your body.  

“You could never embarrass me. Have you been feeling this way for long?”

“Probably for last week.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have talked about it. It wouldn’t have upset me and maybe I could have helped you work through your emotions.”

“You have so much going on, I didn’t want to bother you with my annoying thoughts. I’m always anxious and self-conscious. I don’t know how you put up with me.” Tears start to well in your eyes, however, your will power isn’t strong enough to keep them from flowing. When you can’t hold it in any longer, you turn away so he won’t see you crying.

Valter almost always knows what you don’t tell him or show him. “Hey, look at me,” he pulls your face towards him. When you don’t look at him right away, he pulls your face up so you have to look at him. “You will never upset me by telling me how you’re feeling. We work things out together, no matter how hard it is. I want you to know that I’m here no matter what. Please don’t forget that. I love you, Baby.” He wipes the tears streaming down your face while placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Thank you. I just overthink everything. It’s hard to explain to someone that doesn’t experience it or maybe as much of it as I do. I love you too Valter. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Oh no, don’t get this twisted. I’m the one who wonders what I did to deserve you.” You can’t help but crack a smile. “Not to sound insensitive, but do you want to go tonight? If not I can cancel.”

“No, no you can’t cancel. But honestly, I don’t want to go. I’m still trying to calm down.”

“Are you okay with me going? I’m not going to leave if you’re not feeling well.”

“Valter, you need to go to your own movie premiere. You’re one of the main characters. I’ll be fine. Probably just watch trashy TV and eat junk food.” 

“Why don’t I see if Eija can come to keep you company? You know she’s been dying to see you.”

“I don’t want to be a nuisance.”

“Not a nuisance, she’ll be ecstatic. She’s been bugging me about seeing you. She says I’m hogging you. I have to remind her that you're my girlfriend and not hers,” he teases.

“This may not be the right time to tell you, but I’ve been secretly dating Eija. You’re just a cover. Don’t take it harshly, we were just waiting for the right time to tell you.”  A smile pulls at the edge of your lips. He pushes you aside, a wide smile spread across his face.

Valter doesn’t leave until Eija appears at the door. The two of you spend the next few hours watching reality TV, eating junk food, and catching up. Eija gives you advice on how to be less nervous when it comes to dealing with premieres. She even shows you how to pose correctly to get the most flattering picture.

The later it became, the more tired you feel. The worst part of panic attacks could be how draining it is. Around midnight Eija begins to pack up her things to go. “I’m sorry, Love, but I’m gonna have to get going. Unfortunately, I have to get up early tomorrow. Zeke will never let me hear the end of it if I stay out too late.”

She makes the awkward shuffle of not wanting to leave, but knowing she needs to. You shuffle from the living room to the hallway. As the two of you stand to talk, Valter walks in startling you both. “What are you doing here? The after-party can’t possibly be over,” you question.

“It’s not, I only stayed for an hour. I couldn’t get you off my mind. I know you said you were fine, but I know you. You don’t always tell the full truth if it’s going to inconvenience someone. So, I thought this was the best compromise. I went for a little bit but came home to you. Also, I brought you this.” He makes a show of pulling out a small thing of your favorite food and one of your favorite drinks.

“Who knew you were so mushy?” You taunt, taking the gifts, setting them on the small table next to you. You pull him by his suit jacket until his face is barely centimeters from yours. Valter closes the rest of the distance, pressing his lips onto yours. When you're kissing him, nothing else matters, everything melts away. You’ve never been with someone who’s simple touch can have an overwhelmingly joyous feeling curse throughout your entire body, until Valter.

A subtle cough pulls your thoughts back into the moment. “As much as I would love to stand here and see my little brother suck face. I should be getting home.” You never knew sarcasm could run so strong in a family. There isn’t one Skarsgard that didn’t use sarcasm eighty percent of the time. Eija gives you both a hug before leaving.

You follow Valter to the bedroom so he can undress, knowing how much he dislikes dressing up. He is someone much more comfortable in casual attire. He looks good in anything, but there was just something about him in a suit that did things to you. “It’s not polite to stare, you know?” He jokes, knowing exactly what seeing him dressed up did to you.

Patting the bed next to you, he sits and begins to tell everything that happened at the premiere. He makes it sound effortless as if being in front of so many people and cameras are natural. It’s easy to tell this has been one of his favorite works so far as he reminisces about days on set and how happy he was to see his co-stars again tonight. You could listen to him talk about his passions for hours. Disappointment runs throughout your veins. If only you could have overcome your anxiety, then you could have experienced the night with him. You know there would be many more chances, however, who knows if you would be able to gain control over your anxiety then. “Hey, you okay?” Valter asks, clearly able to see you are overthinking.

“Just hearing you talk about tonight makes me sad I missed it. You were so gracious and let me stay home, which I appreciate. I still feel terrible.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest, just like earlier that day. The calming effect is almost immediate.

“I know nothing I can say will ease your mind. You already know all I care about is making sure you’re alright. And there will be plenty of chances for you to come to premieres with me. That is if you want to, I would never force you to go. They can be fun, but the after parties are much better. Which you can always go to even if you don’t like the first part.” Valter runs a hand along your back, “Why don’t we go to sleep? You need to give this brain a rest.” He says poking your forehead after every word.

“Heyyy, stop that,” you pout. “But yes let’s go to sleep. I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too.” The two of you drift off, with you still wrapped in his arms.

[ewritesthangs]

Proposals

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

[sorryimviolet]

Total fucking mayhem

[loey-bae]

I love this boy

(Photos not mine but I can’t remember where I got it or who from) ❤️

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

hey friends enjoy this scene of Valter in Black lake. god i wish i was that an he was kissing. @ill-skillsgard @bonniebird @peakyrach

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Brother Issues

Angsty Bill Skarsgård/Valter Skarsgård x Reader

(Totally inspired by @dreamtherapy [fic titled Sharing Is Caring bc I don’t know how tf to pin something to a post omg I’m incompetent)[THIS IS NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE SKARSGÅRD BROTHERS IRL, It’s purely for entertainment (may Valter not shame me 🤦🏼‍♀️🙈)]

Description: You’re filming a movie with Valter and Bill Skarsgård. You’ve began showing interest in Valter, but Bill is showing interest in you. This causes problems between the brothers.

[nsfw: heavy foreplay, language, lots of yelling/arguing,]

[Idk if this should have multiple parts or just end here??]

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“What a long fucking day,” Valter blew his breath out loudly. You all had been on set for thirteen hours that day, the longest shoot yet. The film you were currently working on required a lot of physicality out of you, running and jumping and things. The action-prone set had worked your body especially hard today, you were in the mood to lay in bed. You felt the same way as Valter, but you chose not to express it the same as him instead deciding to keep to yourself as you usually do. You smiled at him, embarrassed by how cute he was. Bill looked at his brother rolling his eyes with a grin, “Do you ever stop complaining, princess?” Valter nudged Bill, “Don’t call me princess, clown.” You smiled in silence as the two brothers chuckled with one another, exchanging nicknames which faded into Swedish. The only Swedish you could pick up on was pronouns and occasional words, like “fuck you” or “Clown,” one Valter had taught you to taunt Bill.

Truth be told, your life had grown far more interesting now that the Skarsgård brothers had come along. You had been spending a lot of time with both Bill and Valter recently, not just on set. You all would often venture to clubs or bars together which always ended in you calling a cab for the brothers, who had always gotten so drunk that you had to baby them. Every once in a while, you’d have to walk one of them — or even both — around to the side alley of the bar to relieve the disgust that filled them after one too many shots. It wasn’t always like this, of course. More often than not, you all would end up at one of the brothers apartments to play one of hundreds of board games. Valter had even joked about playing “Strip Poker” once or twice. You loved the time out with them, even if it had resulted in some new feelings pooling in your stomach. Each time you looked at Valter you felt like floating away on your embarrassment, the way you always felt when you were attracted to someone. Every time he would say your name you would grin or bite your lip. The way he laughed when you would tell a joke or funny story brought immense joy into your life. Valter had showed slight interest in you recently which swelled your heart.

“So, Y/N, what’s your plans for the afternoon,” Valter asked pushing his brother aside to approach you. You looked up at Valter, “Um... nothing. I was just going to go home and read or something.” Valter smiled, “Let’s go do something together. We’ll have a good time, just us!” This was it. The moment you had been dreaming about for the past month. Valter was wanting to be alone with you! “Sure thing, Valt,” you smiled through pink cheeks. “Sweet, Let’s go to my trailer first. I gotta grab my things. Have a nice day, brother,” Valter snickered at his older brother. “Yeah... bye, princess,” Bill mumbled. It somehow wasn’t directed at Valter that time. As you walked away with Valter’s arms snaked around you, you felt Bill’s eyes burning a hole in your back. You decided to just shake it off and go with Valter happily.

Once at his trailer, Valter fumbled with the lock. He mumbled, “For fucks sake,” several times over. You smiled at him while leaning against the side of the large trailer. “AH-HA,” Valter shouted with glee as he unlocked the door. You laughed at his remark, causing him to shoot a look at you from the side. A smile painted his face as he looked at you. Valter held the door open for you, “After you, princess.” He winked at you as you smiled a closed mouth smile walking past him, “What a gentleman.” Valter’s trailer was much larger than the one you had been given once shooting began. You sat down on the large sofa in the trailer as Valter rummaged through the piles of junk on his counter. You watched his movements, appreciating the way his arms looked in his tight black t-shirt. You couldn’t help but find yourself staring at Valter. He was gorgeous and you really didn’t care if he knew you were staring.

At least, you thought you didn’t care if he knew. He broke the silence that had been lingering between you, “Like what you see?” You felt your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, “Uh... um... yeah.” Valter grinned at you across the room, “That’s good to know. I suppose, you’d like to see more?” You gaped at him wide eyed, “Wh-what?” Valter walked over and joined you on the sofa, “Would you like to see more of me?” You slightly gripped the pillow that laid on the opposite side of you, “I... I um...” Valter pinched your chin in between his fingers, “Tell me?” You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you slightly smiled at Valter. He brushed his lips to yours, “Fine, don’t tell me.” Valter’s smile was soft, it made you feel happy. Valter pressed his lips back to yours. His lush lips lingered on yours for a moment, the kiss was extraordinary. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to be with me, Valt,” you muttered. Valter cupped your cheek, “Why would I feel obligated? I like you, Y/N! That’s not obligation, that’s interest.” You smiled a soft smile at him, “Are you sure?” Valter pressed his lips against your neck, “Of course, princess.” You felt cold chills of arousal run down your body from the spot Valter was currently working his magic on. You couldn’t hold back the loud wine that left your mouth when he moved away from your neck. “Oh, looks like my girl likes my kisses? Maybe I should see what else you like,” Valter growled.

You giggled as Valter placed a trail of wet kisses from your lips to your clavicle before stopping to stare at you. You were worried something was wrong, “What is it, Valt?” He smiled slowly, “You’re so beautiful.” You chuckled, “Don’t be stupid!” Valter’s eyebrows furrowed, “Why is that stupid?” You stopped laughing and looked at him, “I... I don’t know. I just don’t know how to take compliments, Valter.” Valter smiled as he leaned in for another kiss, “Well, I think you need to learn because you deserve all the compliments I can give.” When your lips met this time the kissing was more aggressive than before. Valter’s tongue explored you mouth with his hunger for you. Your back was pressed against the arm of the sofa while Valter hovered over top of you. Valter was an outstanding kisser, you hoped he would end up kissing you somewhere else too. Valter broke the kiss you were sharing and smiled down at you, “Do you mind if I see a little more of you?” “Only if you take off your shirt first, Valt,” you teased. His shirt hit the floor quicker than you could blink, “That’s a deal, sweetie.” Valter ran his hands under your shirt, but before he could pull it off you were interrupted.

A loud knocking broke through you and Valter. You felt your heart drop out of instinctual fear. Valter ran his hand through your hair, “I’ll get it, don’t worry.” Valter got up and strutted to the door, opening it to find his older brother standing furiously. Bill looked more angry than you had ever seen him, “Is she in here?” Valter somehow hid you from Bill’s view, “That doesn’t concern you, Bill.” Bill folded his arms, “Well, I know someone is in here with you. You don’t just randomly sit in a trailer for thirty minutes shirtless.” Valter scoffed at Bill, “It’s none of your business what I do in here. Now, what do you want?” “I want to know where she is,” Bill demanded. “Get out of here, Bill,” Valter began closing the door. Bill pushed his brother aside and stormed into the trailer. Valter grabbed Bill’s arm and jerked him back, “What the fuck are you doing, Bill?!” Bill pushed his brother rough, “How the fuck could you? You fucking knew how I felt, Valt!” Valter’s face scrunched with fury, “I told you how I felt, too! But you insisted she was yours! Well guess what, Bill?! First come, first fucking serve! You should’ve told her before I had the chance, asshole! You have no right to come into my personal space and interfere with my time!” You saw Bill fist his hand at his side, “WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DICK?!” Valter pointed his finger in Bill’s face, “WHY ARE YOU SUCH A PUSSY?! YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, BILL! Now, I suggest you leave before this gets ugly.”

Suddenly, Bill raised his fist and began to swing. You jumped up and grabbed Bill’s arm, “BILL, NO!” Bill looked at you as you gripped his arm with all your strength, you had somehow managed to pull his arm to his side. You felt your cheeks burning with your fear that fell from your eyes. You were scared not only for Valter’s safety, but his relationship with his brother. “I... I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Bill turned to face you. His hand cupped your cheek, wiping your fear that still fell from your eyes away. Bill pressed his lips gently to your forehead, “I was just so jealous... I never told you how I felt because I knew you were interested in my brother. Telling you is what I should have done, not take it out on my brother when you picked him.” You looked up at Bill, “I didn’t... pick anyone.” Valter scoffed loudly, “I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!” You pushed yourself away from Bill, “Valt, I didn’t— I didn’t mean...” Valter walked over to you, “It’s me or him.” You froze. “Valter, wait—“ “No, I want her to answer. It’s me or you, Bill. She can’t have us both.” You stared at the floor as your cheeks filled with your embarrassment and fear. “Which one of us is it, Y/N? I need to know,” Valter demanded. “Y/N, you know what the right choice is,” Bill spoke softly.

You stepped back away from the brothers slowly. You held your face in your hands, covering your mouth as your eyes gaped open. Your slow steps quickly became a run out of Valter’s trailer. You bolted out as your fear took over your entire body. “WAIT— Y/N! WAIT—“ the Skarsgård brothers shouted behind you as they began a chase after you. Their footsteps were loud as they dashed for you, but they didn’t have a chance of catching you. You were too scared to ruin their relationship, you couldn’t do this to them.

So, you kept running until you reached your car. You sped away with the brothers screaming your name.

[raewritesfiction]

Such a Valter vibe….

[valter-skarsgrd]

Valter Skarsgård RP Blog!

I’m gonna give this a shot. If I get no follows or interaction I will delete this blog. Don’t be afraid I don’t bite (unless you want me to) 

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[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.”

[so-writing]

Digital Get Down - Valter Skarsgard

Terrible title, ridiculously good NSYNC song. 

I’m feeling a little weird about posting this because it’s totally possible he’ll see it, but fuck it, we’re all anonymous here! 

This is the first request for another brother and I didn’t plan to write multiple parts but it really got away from me. Not sure how I feel about it so far, you guys be the judge. 

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“Someone made you famous, Paige.”

“What?”

I looked up from my book and over at my roommate sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. 

“That thing you tweeted this morning about having the weekend off work had one other like when I first saw it, it now has 307.”

“Excuse me? I don’t even have 307 followers. Show me.”

Closing my book, I hopped off the chair and joined her on the couch. The tweet had 307 likes and 8 retweets. I had gained a few new followers as well. 

“You went a little viral, can I come when you move out to LA and start selling skinny tea on Instagram?” 

Several hours and six or seven shots of vodka later, I was laying in bed after a night out with friends. Randomly remembering the tweet, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and opened the Twitter app. 

Who had interacted with my tweet that it got that much attention? I normally got little to no action on Twitter, so this was different. 

A lot of the likes were just random people, there were a few verified checks but most of them were joke accounts. Nothing really stuck out. 

Valter Skarsgård liked your Tweet

Except that.

Throwing the blankets from my body, I stumbled out of bed and clumsily ran to wake my roommate. 

“Anna!” I pounded my fists on the door, “Anna it was fuckin a Skarsgard!” 

“Jesus Paige, you are drunk,” she shouted through the door, “go to bed!” 

Ignoring her, I started jiggling the knob until she grew irritated enough to open the door to tell me to fuck off.

“Wait!” I put my hand up before she could say anything and shoved my phone at her. “Look at this! Look at this!”

“Well damn, he retweeted it too, that’s probably where all the likes came from. He has a decent sized following. I wonder how he found it in the first place?” 

“You should send him a message.”

“I think the fuck not. He’d probably ignore it, I’m sure he gets a ton of messages from random girls.” 

“No, you should definitely send him a message because he followed you too. You have your Instagram posted on Twitter right? I’m checking that too.” 

We had moved into her room and were sitting on her bed. I panicked as she combed through my social media. 

I had been following Valter on both Instagram and Twitter for over a year. I watched his streams when I could but never commented in his chat. I liked his tweets and photos on Instagram but never attempted to interact with him. 

He’s a Swedish celebrity and I’m a random girl that lives on the other side of the world. I always assumed we’d never have any contact, just like all of the other famous people I follow on social media. 

“You have a new follow request. You should decide whether you want to accept or not.” 

The devious look on her face made me tense as I looked to see who the request was from. 

When I saw, I instantly hit confirm.

“Fuck, maybe I should send him a message.” 

“I mean, I’ll be pissed if you don’t. Don’t do it tonight though, you’re still drunk and will send something stupid. Wait until tomorrow morning.”

Sleep came easily and to my surprise, I didn’t wake up feeling as hungover as expected. I went about my usual morning routine and cleaned up the apartment a little bit, purposely avoiding all social media for fear of… I’m not sure what exactly. 

It was still very much a surprise that Valter Skarsgard knew I even existed. 

Anna had left for work, which meant I would have to find the courage to actually send the message that I would probably write and then erase at least ten times. She was right though, if I didn’t at least try to contact him, I’d be regretting it later. 

“Here we go, you think I can do this Giz?” 

Gizmo, my cat, rubbed against my legs and meowed loudly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Upon opening the instagram app, I saw a notification for a message. I thought nothing of it, Anna and I were always sending stuff to each other through direct messaging. 

The message was not from Anna.

“Funny tweet. Cute cat.” 

Holy shit. Valter had messaged me first and he had looked at my photos, because instagram was the only place Gizmo was posted. 

“Thanks. Yours are cute too. I’ve seen them on your stream a few times.” 

His reply was instant.

“You watch my streams? I hope you enjoy them.” 

“I do, you’re very entertaining.”

“Thanks, I’d hope so, it is how I make my money after all.” 

I wasn’t sure how to continue the conversation. If I started asking him about acting, he might get the wrong idea. I decided to go with what I had been thinking since last night.

“So, not to be rude or anything, but I’m curious… Why did you reach out to me?” 

Usually when you start a sentence with ‘not to be rude’ you’re about to be rude as fuck and I had forgotten that until a second after I sent the message. 

This time, his response wasn’t as quick. Seven minutes passed and I started to get nervous that I’d ruined it and he’d never get back to me. 

Refusing to let myself get worked up over something so stupid and small, I didn’t even fucking know the guy, I put my phone in my purse and decided to grab some lunch.

The taco place I wanted to get food from was a short walk away and I forced myself to only think of what kind of tacos I was going to order. 

It was once I had already placed, received and was seated a in a small corner booth with the tacos in front of me that my hands began to sweat. I needed to check my phone. He might have just been busy and unable to get to his phone.

“I stumbled across your Twitter and liked what you were posting. I’m not really sure, I just felt social I guess. I can fuck off if you want?” 

“No, I don’t want that at all. It was just completely unexpected. I’m glad you did though.”

“Weirdly, me too. I never do this kind of thing. Do you mind if we talk in a different way, though? I get so many bullshit messages that I lose track of actual conversations on here.”

We talked through iMessage for the rest of the day about mostly surface level stuff. He’d given me an email instead of a phone number, insisting that he was sure I didn’t have bad intentions but he still had to look out for himself.

Anna and I were sitting in the living room watching TV while I texted with Valter. 

“You’ve really been talking to baby Skarsgard all day? This isn’t some kind of alternate universe?”

“I cannot confirm or deny anything, but as far as I know, I’m pretty sure all of this actually happened.”

“You know he reached out because he thinks you’re hot, right?” 

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Paige, really?! Your location is on both your instagram and Twitter. He didn’t message a random girl halfway around the world because he liked her tweets and thought she had a sparkling personality.”

“He’s famous in his country! I think he’d have no trouble finding a hookup on his side of the Atlantic.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t like what you posted, I’m sure he did. I’m saying that he looked at your profile picture and probably thought you were attractive so he requested you on instagram and confirmed his thought that you were attractive so he messaged you. I’m also not saying he’s trying to hook up with you or anything, but I am saying that he messaged you because you’re hot. Ask him.” 

“I’m not doing that.”

“I will then.” 

Anna lunged across the couch and snatched my phone before I could react. 

“Anna please don’t!” 

She was quick and made it to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, before I could catch her. 

“Seriously, please don’t, I don’t want to him to stop talking to me.”

“Why do you care so much? You said yourself the conversation has been pretty basic and that it would probably just drop off in a day or two.” 

I didn’t have a good response. I didn’t want him to stop talking to me because I liked the attention but ultimately it wouldn’t matter because we would eventually, probably sooner than later, lose touch.

“Fine, I don’t care. Ask him whatever you want.” 

Giving up, I went back into the living room, dropped onto the couch and waited for her to return from embarrassing me.

Several minutes passed. I muted the TV and listened to what should have been silence. Anna was in the bathroom still, but she was talking to someone.

The door opened a moment later and she held my phone above her. 

“Ok, I’m going to sit down with Paige and you tell me what you think.” 

A shiver ran down my spine and my eyes went wide when she sat and I finally saw the screen. 

If it hadn’t been clear to me before, it was now. I was looking at FaceTime between Anna, myself and Valter Skarsgard. 

“So what do you think? Is Paige pretty?” 

He must have been sitting at his computer, because the background of the chat was what you saw when you watched his livestream.

He ran the hand that wasn’t holding the phone through his blonde hair and then across his face, a smile visible on his lips.

“Yeah, she’s pretty.” 

[mypersonalrambling]

Fighting Leads To No Good

Warnings: Sexual themes/smut, Langauge

Pairing: Valter x Reader 

Requested: By @bvckysbrns​

Author’s note: I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG. If there are grammar or spelling errors please let me know, I didn’t have anyone to beta read for me. 

“Valter! Come on, we don’t want to be late to your family’s dinner. You know I hate being late. How come I take less time than you to get ready?” You huff, determining if he wasn’t done in the next two minutes you were going to go drag him out of the house.

“Now doll, you know not everyone can just roll outta bed and look gorgeous,” he yelled as he shuffled down the hallway.

“Haha, you just saw me take an hour to put makeup on,” you say rolling your eyes, unfortunately, he wasn’t there to see it.  He rounded the corner, putting his coat on, “Finally, I didn’t think you’d ever stop looking at yourself in the mirror.”

“Hey, I’m not as lucky as you, I can’t look at myself all day so I need to take all the opportunities I can,” he smirked. He opened the door for you, giving your ass a tap. Valter never missed an opportunity to touch your ass or really any part of your body.

The two of you didn’t live too far from his family, however, with traffic, it took longer than usual. Not that you minded since being around his entire family made you a little anxious. There was so many of them, you came from a small family and had never had to deal with so many people at once. Valter always joked he wanted more children than his father, although there were times you didn’t think he was joking. You weren’t entirely against the idea, it did scare you a little to think of raising so many.

He must have been able to sense your nervousness, entwining his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. Valter may not seem like the most sensitive person, but he always knew how to make you feel better. “Princess, everything is going to be fine, it always is.” “I know, I’m trying not to be nervous. I still just don’t like big crowds and I’m still afraid of making a fool of myself in front of them,” you reply looking out the window, seeing Stellan's house in the distance. You tighten your grip slightly, trying to control your breathing. There were already so many cars, you were sure the two of you were late.

When the two of you walked in everyone was already engaged in conversation, most barely notice the two of you walking in. “VALTER!! You finally made it.” Bill declares, pulling him into a quick hug. The two of them exchanged banter a few minutes while you gaze around the room, trying to find someone to talk to. Your eyes landed on Eija who you’ve always felt a strong connection.

“Hey, Eija!” You exclaim walking over and plopping down beside her. “How have you been? I feel we haven’t seen each other in forever. All of us have been so busy lately, Valter has had to be on set, you’ve been modeling, and I’ve been working super hard at the library.”

“I’ve been good...stressed. It seems like I’ve hardly had any downtime lately. I’m constantly going, going, going. We should make time for each other more often. I miss seeing you two. Valter is constantly over, but I know you have a lot on your plate. I don’t know how you work as much as you do,” she declares, patting your knee.

Valter shuffles over, pulling you up enough to sit down then pulls you onto his lap. “You know you could have asked for me to move if you wanted to sit down.”

“That’s so much more work when I can just move you.” He laid his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles trying to calm your nerves some. Of course, this didn’t take away your anxiety, but it did help some. Soon Stellan announced dinner was ready. All of your way into the dining room, conversation ceased just long enough for everyone to get settled. Elija, Valter, Bill, and you fell right back into your previous conversation.

Everyone decided after dinner to separate into different groups and activities. Most of the men and some women went to the living room to watch the soccer game. The rest choose to make some coffee and sit out on the patio to enjoy the nice weather. During halftime, they all came outside in a huff. Naturally, Valter moved you so he could have you on his lap. “Not gonna watch the rest of the game?” You question.

“No, no point, there’s no way they can win, too far behind,” he huffed, taking the chance to grab your cup, taking a huge swig.

“Heyyy,” you whined, “That’s mine.”

“Well now it’s both of ours,” he smirked chugging the rest. It wasn’t long before people began to trickle out. When you tried to move, Valter held you close to him, as much as you loved being close to him, your ass was beginning to hurt, you couldn’t imagine how his legs must feel. Shifting forward you were able to escape his grasp thus finding a very cushy chair. He scrunched his eyebrows and pouted his lips comparable only to an upset child. Reaching over you entwined your fingers with his or well tried. He pulled his hand away in such a manner no one would think he was upset.

Before long you were shifting in your seat, letting out little sighs, hoping he caught on that you wanted to leave. When that didn’t work you knew probably the only way was telling him directly, not wanting to be rude, you messaged him, “Can we please leave? We’ve been here all day and I have to work tomorrow.” His phone vibrated on the table,  he squinted his eyes directly after reading the message. Quickly becoming agitated, you stood up then settled onto his lap so he couldn’t ignore you. “Valter, I want to go home. We’ve been here all day and I have to work in the morning,” you whispered trying to keep the irritation you felt out of your voice, however by the way he was clenching his jaw, you don’t think you succeeded.

Halfway shoving you off, he rose, announcing, “We’re gonna get outta here. It was great seeing everyone.” He hugged the few remaining, promptly leaving thereafter. The car ride was silent, eerily so. You knew he was upset, but you didn’t think it was something he could be this irritated. You thought it would blow over by the time the two of you’d arrived home when it didn’t you wanted to ask, yet thought better of it.

Stripping off your clothes to get ready for bed, that’s when he let loose. “Really? We’d been there all day, so what? It’s not as if we see them all the time or most of them. They’re my family, I want to spend time with them.”

“You don’t think I understand what it’s like to not see your family?! Mine are halfway across the world!!” You hollered, not caring if the neighbors heard you.

“Don’t yell at me. I know you don’t get to see them so you should know how I’m feeling then. It’s not like we have anything to do tomorrow,” he snarled.

“You! You don’t have anything to do tomorrow. I have to go to work, at a normal job. One that I can’t just call in because I feel like it. And one that I have to go to every day. Not all of us have fancy acting jobs that can support us even when we aren’t working. As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted it. His mouth instantly set in a hard line, his eyes narrowed, his jaw was clenched tight. Then his face softened, tears shone in his eyes.

He shuffled to the bedroom, you followed to apologize, however before any words could leave your lips, he uttered “Get out. I don’t want to see you right now.” He shut the door in your face, leaving your standing in disbelief.  You couldn’t deny he had a right to be upset, but he could at least talk to you. Contemplating what you should do, you take his advice and leave.

This wasn’t how the day was supposed to end. At first, you were walking and running the events through your head. A short time later, you found a bar to take a rest. In the beginning, you weren’t going to drink, however, once you become comfortable you thought there was no harm in having one or two. Those one or two turned into five, feeling good you left to continue your speculative walk. The drinks gave you new-found confidence causing you to venture to parts of town that were unknown to you. You took out your phone desperately wanting to call Valter, however, your phone had died and tragically you hadn’t brought a charger. In your head you kept thinking, it’s just one more turn or one more street, you can backtrack.

Even though nothing looked familiar, it didn’t seem scary. Walking around town at night was nothing new, however, this was the first time you’d done it after moving to Stockholm. Before you would walk around your small town, where nothing happened and everyone knew everyone. You couldn’t help reminiscing about all of the good times you had growing up and the bad, there was plenty of both. Although you didn’t miss the mundane way of small-town living, you occasionally missed the quiet.

You wandered around aimlessly, trying to find anything familiar. There was a bench on the opposite side of the street barely watching to see if there were any cars, you made your way across the street. Though you knew the phone was dead it didn’t stop you from staring at the screen, hoping it to turn on so you could call Valter. Knowing you had no other choice, you stood up determined to at least find a place to charge your phone. Suddenly a loud bang rang through the air, causing the hair on your neck to stand straight up.

Hurriedly searching for the sound, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Thinking maybe it was a fluke, you continued at a more pace, then it happened again, seeming closer. This time you slowly jogged frantically hunting for anything that was open. What seemed out of nowhere, a dinner appeared in your vision, you picked up your pace, wanting to get inside in case whatever was causing the sound was following you.

The waitress at the diner saw your expression and hers softened immediately, “Hun, you alright? You looked spooked.”

“Uhh, no I’m just lost. I’ve been walking around for the last…” you pause looking at the clock, seeing it was four in the morning, you stiffened, “I’ve been walking for the last four hours. Is there a phone I could use to call someone to come pick me up?”

“Sure hun,” she said handing you the phone behind the counter.

Your hands were shaking as you dialed the number, skeptical of whether Valter would answer or not. To your surprise, he answered on the first ring, “Hello?” He questioned

“Valter it’s me, I…”

Before another word could leave your lips, his panicked voice was prominent, “Y/N! Thank god, where have you been? Are you alright? I called everyone I could think of to find you. No one had heard from you. Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

Just as he took a huge breath, you took the chance to speak, “My phone died and had no clue where I was. I had to walk around until I found ae dinner that was open. Please come get me.” You were doing your best to keep it together, but the more you stood there the harder it was.

“Send me the location and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” The line clicked off, you decided to order a cup of coffee to help calm your nerves. He showed up no more than a few minutes later, he rushed in desperately looking for you. You stood up as he rushed over, he pulled you into a hug consequently shoving your face into his chest. “I’m so glad you’re okay I thought something terrible happened. Please don’t ever do that again. I didn’t mean what I said, I should have never said those things. Y/N I couldn’t stop thinking you had been kidnapped or killed and it would have been all my fault. Doll, you mean so much to me, I don’t want to imagine being without you.”

He hadn’t stopped holding you since he walked in. All you could think about was being in his arms, feeling safe. As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you backed away, “Can we please go home? I’m tired and it’s been a long night.” All you wanted was to go home where you should have been all along. Before tonight you used to think of it as only Valter’s apartment now you thought of it as home. The fact he’d had it before the two of you met and paid for everything was null. You realized however home would be wherever he was.

Shaking his head yes, he threw money down on the counter for the coffee, grabbing your hand. The ride home, he never let go of your hand, hinting at the thought he’d lose you the second he did. Valter barely took five seconds to stop the car, get out and open your door. He practically dragged you through the door and onto the couch. He hadn’t even stopped to take either of your coats off. Grabbing the remote, he flipped through the channels until he found your favorite show.

Soon after he was wrapping his arms around you, his face buried in your neck. His breath hot against your skin, intertwining your fingers with his, drawing small circles. After several minutes it became impossible to ignore your body. Untangling yourself from him, you stood up extending a hand to help him as well. You lead him into the bedroom gently pushing him down on the bed. You began slowly stipping, not intending to tease, however when you saw his eyes narrow and his pupils dilate you couldn’t help yourself.

His eyes never left you during your little striptease. Immediately as you were done, he reached his hands out trying to touch you, you could see the desperation in his eyes.  Before he could make contact, you slapped his hand away. Holding up a finger, you waved it side to side. Not sure you would be able to make it much longer, you reach to help him undress. In the middle of fussing with his shirt, the sudden urge to have him unclothed overtook you. Valter, however, had other plans, he grabbed your hands, moving them away from him. In an instant, he had pushed you on the bed with him standing over you. “My turn sweetheart,” he asserted with a sly smirk. Instead of slowly undressing he pulled you to the edge of the bed until you were hanging off the edge.

He didn’t touch you right away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. You couldn’t help but whine, you only wanted to be close to him. His touches were soft, first placing kisses along both of your legs, spending extra time on the highest part of your thighs, then maneuvering to place kisses on your stomach, but never giving attention to where you needed him most. Trying to guide him you grab a fistful of his hair, making him let out a deep guttural growl, however you were barely able to budge him. “Don’t make me tie your hands, Kitten.”

He continued his attack not giving you a moments rest. Just when you thought he was never going to touch you, his lips were around your clit, causing you to gasp, “Fuckkkkkk,” you let out, grasping at the sheets. Valter without warning thrust two fingers in, immediately curling them causing your hips to thrust up. Using his other hand, he held your hips down, keeping you from squirming. This attack seemed to last forever, his mouth never leaving your body. He alternated between fucking you with his fingers and fucking you with his tongue. Valter love to watch you squirm from his touch, making sure to go slow enough for you to want more. Every time you got close to orgasming, he would slow down, smirking when you let out sighs of frustrations. “V, please I need to come,” you beg.

His response was to fuck harder and faster, “Don’t come, you can’t come until I say so.” His voice was demanding and stern. You didn’t want to disobey him, however, the tightening in your stomach was difficult to ignore.

“Please, I need too…”  you whimper, grasping the sheets, biting your bottom lip, trying your best to not come.

“Not yet, better not to come without permission,” he growled, giving a thigh a strong smack.

“UGH.” All the sensations were overwhelming you. Your legs clamped around his head, your hands were tangled in his hair, biting your lip hard enough you were sure there would be blood. Becoming too much, you tried to squirm away from him, anything to get some relief from his brutal torture. This did no good, he was much stronger. “Please-e-e-e-e!” You whined, “I can’t hold on much longer.” You brought your hand to your mouth, biting it trying to hold back.

“Now,” he commanded, reaching to intertwined his fingers with yours. Your orgasm crashes through you. Your legs shook, your back arched, your breathing labored. He only let you rest for a second before flipping your body so you were lying on your stomach. It took him seconds to undress, giving you very little time to admire his body. Usually, Valter was rough, hard and fast, focusing on the pleasure. This time was different he wanted to take his time letting the passion overtake you both. The dip in the bed was your signal he was ready, his hands pulling your ass up so it was in the air while using a leg to separate yours. His tip was pressing into your core, begging for entrance. Your long exhale was all the encouragement he needed, before he thrust his entire length. He gave you mere seconds to adjust then pulling almost completely back and thrusting back in. His rhythm was slow, long, knowing there was no rush, taking the time to be close together.

Although this was too slow to your liking, leading you to bounce back. “Valter, please go faster,”  you rasp. Typically you didn’t mind teasing, it was one of your favorite kinks, but you wanted him now. Anytime after you fought all you wanted was to be as close as possible to him. His strokes became even slower, his devious side wanting to tease you until you were begging, however, he took heed in the desperation in your voice.

When he pulled completely out, you let out a disappointed whimper. “Turn over, I want to face you.” No sooner had your back touched the mattress he pushed his entire length in. Still, in no rush, the two of you laid there, unmoving basking in the moment. Your eyes never left his, softly touching his back, running your fingers through his hair. At last, he moved, returning to his long and slow pace. This time it didn’t seem tortuous, it seemed loving, you were unsure if it was because the two of you were now facing, all you knew was that you didn’t want it to end.

He leaned down for a desperate, passionate kiss, his hand by your hair made its way to cup your face. Simultaneously, he readjusted until he was hitting at a different angle, he knew when he’d found the right spot when you moaned into the kiss. He broke apart focusing his attention on your body. Valter was treating you like a porcelain doll as if you’d break any second. He gradually fastened his pace, his strokes becoming shorter. Leaning down, his lips pressing against yours, this time the kiss was deeper, harder. During this moment, Valter slides his hand adding much-needed attention to your clit causing you to let out a delightful hiss, letting the sensations from the circles he was rubbing engulf your body. He was alternating between light and solid pressure, knowing exactly what you needed.

Even though he had picked up the pace, he was still taking his time, knowing neither of you wanted this to end. He pulls back one more, staring for a moment before whispering, “Y/N you’re so amazing.” He stopped, you could tell he wanted to say more, however, decided it wasn’t the right time. Throughout this entire interaction, he had never stopped, although his pace was quickening. Rapidly you could feel the tightening in your stomach, your heart rate was speeding up, beads of sweat forming of your face. “So close,” you whisper, Vatler took this cue to speed up. His face became contorted, his eyebrows furrowed, he was biting his bottom lip, giving you the signal that he was close. He started to rub your clit faster, hoping for the both of you to come at the same time. That little movement was all it took for you to come, he followed right after. You were able to feel the spurts of come filling you.

The two of you laid there, catching your breath before he finally rolled off of you to lie by your side. As much as you wanted to be in his arms, both of you were far too sweaty. “Valter, I’m so sorry. I crossed the line today. I should have never said those things. There’s no excuse and I’m sorry for leaving and not telling you, I know you were scared. I wasn’t thinking straight V. I love you and I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my rock and one of the only people who can keep me grounded,” you say running your fingers through his hair.

“No Y/N, I’m the one who should be apologizing. You were only saying how you felt. I should have been more considerate. I know I can be selfish at times. You’re one of the most selfless people I know. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you to move halfway across the world. Please, you deserve so much more.”

“Valter please, you were upset we all say things when we’re upset that we don’t mean. Let's just forget about it. Better yet why don't’ make rules: No leaving without telling someone, we pause if feel like saying something to hurt the other, and remember we aren’t perfect. If we mess up it’s okay, and we’re allowed to get upset. But we need to remember why we’re together. Do you have anything else?”

“That instead of holding it in, we tell the other right away when something is bothering us. We need to write this down,” he said rolling off the bed to stand and look for something he could write on. All he could find was an old script of his, “This’ll do.” He wrote the rules the two of you had come up with, showing it to you when he was done. Even though his handwriting was atrocious, it was perfect. It was decided the best place to put it was on the refrigerator so you would see it every day.

After sticking it on the fridge the two of you just looked for a moment, hoping you followed it. It would be difficult, but relationships take time and work. He brings you close to him, his chin resting on the top of your head, “We should probably try to get some sleep.”

Looking at the time you let out a sigh, “I can’t Valter, I have to be at work in a couple of hours and I know going to sleep now would only make me more tired.”

“Call off Doll. I know you don’t like to, but you need some sleep. You wouldn’t be able to make it through the day.”

“Fineeee,” you whine not really wanting to call of, however, you knew he was right. There would be no way for you to make it today, you’d most likely end up falling asleep at the counter. After informing your boss you wouldn’t be coming, you and Valter crashed, the last thing you remember was him whispering he loved you and to never leave.