#valter skarsgard fanfiction

[ill-skillsgard]

Yay loved the latest Faust and faith story! Love that she got a tattoo 😂 can’t wait to read more, maybe how her parents react when they find out Faust is back in town

A/N: A bit of a shorter one this time around. I have lots of writing projects on the go this summer, but I didn't want to leave my FxF girlies hanging. Keep sending in prompts and reblogging and commenting if you want more. My fanfic motivation stems pretty much solely from demand nowadays. Love you all and thanks for reading! Xo - Ills

Warning: 18+ Smut, mature language, mature themes

Summary: After catching wind of Faust's return to the Valley, Faith's father threatens to uproot her life if he catches her with him again.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

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The rain came down hard the morning Faust woke up beside Faith in her apartment. It was a small one-bedroom space on the top floor of an old house that had once belonged to a wealthy family. The neighborhood was built on grids of these old homes of brick and slat board, now divided into cubicles and modified to fit a revolving door of students. He looked out the window at the iron sky roiling with storm clouds, flashing to an unknowable rhythm, and smiled. Faith was asleep, but not still, as her unconscious body seemed to sense his wakefulness and reached out to pull him back. Faust abandoned the drizzling window and sank back underneath blankets that smelled of her and what he hoped wasn't the scent of another man. The thought of someone else next to her set his heart racing.

Faith was different now, as much as Faust denied her claims. He couldn't put his finger on the change, but it had happened while he was gone, and as he stared at her asleep, heat rose up his throat. He had left her, and someone else had watched her grow. A spiteful grip tightened around his neck, and choked until tears flooded his eyes. He wiped his wet cheeks with her blanket and pulled her against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Faith mumbled, and he stirred from the breath on his skin. The air from her nose and mouth was such a simple sensation, but it rose goosebumps on his arms. He tried to think of another who might have moved him just by breathing. Freydis had spread her stale beer breath on him on a cramped night in the tour bus, and though she was pretty, he had recoiled from the warmth. His failure to move on from Faith and the dull morning dreariness made him feel outside himself, losing grip on who he was.

The only thing that brought him back into his head was when Faith kissed his collarbone slowly. Each small kiss was heavy and aroused him. He grew erect so fast it embarrassed him, and he curled his hips away so she wouldn't notice. Her hand sought him, though, and took hold of his cock through his boxers and squeezed.

"Good morning," he said.

Faith mumbled and threw her leg over his hips. Half-asleep, she directed him to take his boxers off and slip inside her while they lay facing each other. Faust sank into her wet tightness with a shudder and a string of curse words. Faith barely made a noise and rocked with him until they found a lazy rhythm. The stretch was profound. Faust bit his lip to keep from groaning. He didn't want to be the more desperate of the two.

They undulated, torsos adhered with overnight sweat and moisture from the air. Faust kissed her when she nearly fell asleep again with him inside her, and she replied with hunger.

"Fuck me," said Faith.

"I am, baby."

"Fuck me more."

Faust pushed his hips forth, driving his cock into her to the hilt, pulsing. She sighed happily while he struggled to contain his pleasure to a few grunts.

"That feels so good. I swear your pussy got tighter."

"That's impossible."

"Why? You get a lot of dick while I was gone?"

"Not from anyone bigger than you."

Faust smirked to himself. Faith's eyes were still closed as she enjoyed him pulling halfway out and pushing all the way in at a slow yet forceful pace, so his joy was all his own.

"Did you miss it?"

"Of course I missed it, Beetle."

"Are you awake enough to ride me?"

Faith climbed on top of him and stayed lying down, straddling while he tilted his thrusts upward. In this position, her breasts pressed against his chest, and he could smell her hair and feel her heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt small and fragile. But he knew better. Faith wasn't weak.

"Fuck, I love being inside you," Faust whispered. "Tell me your pussy is all mine."

Faith looked up at him, eyes reflecting the incoming storm from the window, and kissed him. It wasn't an answer, but it was all Faust needed.

They rolled around on the bed, attempting different positions for an hour while Faith received several phone calls. She had silenced her phone the night before, and after Faust finally flipped her onto her stomach, face buried in the pillows, and finished with a long groan, she peeled open her eyes and saw the screen illuminated. Her heart sprang like a too-tight coil.

Someone banged on the apartment door. Faith leaped from the bed and twisted into a robe from her closet, cursing.

"Expecting company?" Faust asked.

"It's my Dad. Oh my god, he cannot know you're here! Quick, get in the closet."

Usually, Faust would chuckle and refuse, choosing to face the challenge and pull a stunt of having been caught in bed with the preacher's daughter. This time was different. Faith looked scared. Not just caught off guard but genuinely afraid, as if Stan might do something extreme if he discovered Faust in her bedroom. He got up, and Faith pushed him along, shutting the folding slat door as he ducked under the shelf and knocked her clothes off hangers. It was a small closet and unsuitable for men of his stature. Nevertheless, Faust crouched down and listened.

He heard Stan shout her name from the front door, and Faith let him in with an apology at the ready.

"What is going on with you? I tried calling a dozen times."

"Sorry, Daddy. I was asleep and had my ringer off."

"Since when do you keep it off?"

"I silence my phone for work."

"You didn't work last night, did you?"

Faith laughed nervously. Faust wanted to burst out of the closet and wring Stan's neck.

"No, but I went out."

"Something's not right with you, girl. We need to have a serious talk. Get some clothes on and be prepared to explain yourself."

How dare he order her around? Faust clenched his jaw and nearly popped a blood vessel when Faith returned to the bedroom and opened the closet an inch.

"Stay quiet. I'm so serious."

Faust rolled his eyes and indicated the discomfort the closet provided with its incompatible 5-and-a-half-foot height. His back was already starting to ache.

"Sorry," she whispered, then shut him in again.

Faith changed into a t-shirt and shorts and greeted her father in the small living room.

"Sit down."

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"You tell me. I got a very interesting call from Hunter saying you broke up with him over the phone."

"I absolutely did not! It wasn't over the phone."

"So, you did break up."

"Ugh, Dad! I don't want to talk about it."

"He also mentioned something about your ex-boyfriend being back in town."

"This is ridiculous. Why did Hunter call you? He told on me for breaking up with him?"

"Hunter's a good kid. When I spoke to him, he sounded completely crushed. Said it came out of nowhere. Now, I just hope this isn't because of him."

The motherfucker can't even say my name, Faust thought, scowling, smirking, hands shaking. His ears rang from hot and cold surges down his spine, and he struggled to hear.

"Hunter probably failed to mention that he started a fistfight the night I broke up with him," Faith said, avoiding the whole truth. Hunter had punched Faust square in the face, blackening his eye. It still throbbed once in a while, though it was a small price to pay to get Faith back. It wasn't the first time he had an altercation because of their relationship, and if Stan kept hounding her, it wouldn't be the last.

"I swear, Faith if you're seeing him again—"

"Leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you about this anymore. I don't want to talk to Hunter or you if you're just gonna try to defend him and..."

"And what?"

"So what if Faust is back? He lives in this town, you know. It's not my fault."

Stan was quiet for a moment. Faust pressed his ear to the slat and strained to hear, unsure if Stan was muttering or silent.

"He's a part of that Black Circle. The ones responsible for burning down Trinity."

Faith scoffed. "That's just some stupid rumor, Dad. There's no such thing as the Black Circle. They had to pin it on something."

I fucking saved your daughter's life by burning that piece of shit.

"He's not good. I don't know what it is, but there's something wrong in that boy's head, and if I catch you with him, Faith, there will be consequences."

"Stop threatening me! I'm not some little child. If I want to break up with someone, you should support me instead of coming into my place and telling me you're gonna fuck up my life if I don't do what you want!"

Faust could sense the shock on Stan's face, and it made him giddy. His sweet little Faith telling her father off stirred his groin.

"I don't appreciate your disgusting language, Faith!"

"Well, I don't appreciate being bossed around anymore! I won't take it from Hunter, and I won't take it from you. I'll do whatever I want because it's my life! And Mom would agree. Besides, it's not like Hunter was perfect. You hated his music too."

"But he's respectful and goes to college. There's a difference between some good-for-nothing punk dating my daughter and a man rougher around the edges but has an education."

Faust's thighs began to burn from squatting, but his chest blazed hotter. The small closet contained all the heat from his breath and anger, and he sweated under his arms and across his forehead. Were the circumstances different, he might have stormed from the closet, fists ready to swing. But he wanted to hear what else Stan had to say while under the impression he was alone with his daughter.

"I don't care about what you care about. Hunter and I are done."

"You're back with him, aren't you?"

"Dad," she sighed.

"I will pull funding your tuition."

"Do it then."

"So, it's true. You're seeing that piece of shit wannabe rock star."

"I never said that! I'm not with anyone right now. There's too much going on in my life to worry about boys, and you're only making things worse. I wish you would stop paying for my school, so maybe you'd leave me alone and stop involving yourself in my personal life!"

Stan sighed. "It's like I don't know you anymore. What happened to my good girl?"

"You smothered her. Now it's just me, and I'd rather you back off and let me do what I want."

"Fine. But I better not see you with him. I mean it. You might be an adult now, but you still live on my dime. You'd do well to remember that. And do not miss another Sunday mass."

"Whatever. Can you just go now? I have schoolwork. Lots of it."

Faust heard Stan shuffle around the apartment, his voice too dim to hear. When the door shut, Faust considered opening the closet but waited for Faith to retrieve him. Once she slid the door open on its track, he lifted her off the ground and kissed her. Faith tried to speak, but Faust's only interest was devouring her mouth. He laid her out on the bed, pulled off the shorts she had put on, and propped her legs up with his arms.

"Faust! What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna eat your fucking pussy 'til you cum all over my goddamn face. Then I'm gonna fuck you until you cry."

Faith let out a slow moan as his tongue traveled up her slit and coiled around her clit. She relaxed, but Faust jostled her.

"Hey, don't close your eyes. I want you to fucking watch me. Yeah... Watch me licking your perfect cunt. This is my fucking pussy forever. I don't care what anyone says."

"I don't care either," she said.

"Good. We'll keep sneaking around for a while, but sooner or later, you'll tell your Dad about me."

"But—"

"I'll pay for your fucking school. Or you can quit and come on the road with me."

"Mmm, Faust. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Now stop talking. I wanna make you cum."

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It goes unnoticed by the scowling teen, but something in taunting blue eyes shift. Playful smile dropping slightly. Before she knows it, the shadow of Emperor's tallest member looms over her. Trapping her in a blanket of shadow as he lumbers over to the aisle she’s in. Sudden pressure against her forehead make Nora’s eyes cast upward, seeing how the man’s brows furrow as a rough hand pushes against her warm skin, holding still for a moment.

“You’re sweating.”

“Oh, I had no idea.”

He makes a face, pulling back. “Are you sick?”

The mixed matched haired girl swallows thickly. “Yes, I am.”

Blue eyes narrow in on the the smaller teen judgingly. “Then why the fuck did you show up?”

Little snippet for the oneshot I’m working on for my Lords Of Chaos fanfic before I actually try to take a shot at writing the fic.

I liked the idea of making little pieces that don’t really fit into the fic into a little series to lighten all the angst that’s most likely/will happen lmao.

Anyway, Faust being himself but actually caring for once. Nora just wants to work even though she feels like shit (she’s sick). He wants her to go lie the fuck down.

And as always-

Please note: Lords Of Chaos is an inaccurate movie based off of an inaccurate book based on real people and real events. I don't condone anything that happened. This fic is the closest I will get to RPF, and is only because I'm interested in the black metal scene/like the music. This is just for fun because the movie is a guilty pleasure of mine.

[misshalloween99]

Here to find gossip blogs, everything Skarsgard so tag me in any hot tea ☕️ love some smutty fan fics 🙊 shoutout to @soohaaaleemeee @ill-skillsgard and @lihikainanea for some of my fav writings about the skarsgard boys 🖤

[pollenallergie]

Uncomfortable: Chapter One

The Wallflower

A/N: I recently got inspired to start writing again and since I looooove V!Faust, I figured I'd give writing about him another shot. I used a couple of black metal slang terms in this chapter, they will written in bold and their definitions can be found down at the bottom! Also, thank you so much @ill-skillsgard​ for all of your help with this!!! 

Pairing: V!Faust x Reader/OFC

Description: She wasn’t from his world, that much he knew immediately. He didn’t mean to notice her, but he did. He was too proud to admit it, but she captivated him, she intrigued him, she lured him to her without even trying, without even knowing it. She was too scared to admit it, but he captivated her too, she was drawn to him. They didn't belong together, anybody could see that, but they wanted each other. Their love was strange and, frankly, it made them uncomfortable. 

Warnings: use of adult language, 18+ only

Word Count: 723

   She wasn't from his world, she didn't belong here, that much he knew immediately. Faust didn't mean to notice her, but he did. He certainly wasn't glad that he noticed her because not long after he did, so did his friends. 

   "Look at that fucking poser," the new guy in the group teased as he pointed her out to the group. God, he hated that son of a bitch even more now. 

   "Think she's lost?" another guy chimed in, asking jokingly. The guy was Neck, a close friend of Faust's, but now he couldn't help but be annoyed by him. Of course he was joining in on the pathetic poser's little joke. Everyone in their circle thought that piece of shit new guy was kvlt, well, everyone except for Faust. Faust saw through his little charade, saw him for the poser that he really was.

   "Forget her, gentleman," the more eccentric member of the circle, Draugr, said as he joined the group, "we have business to attend to. We go on in five," he concluded as he ushered the members of his band backstage, leaving Faust and a few others behind with the rest of the metalheads there for the show. 

   The idiotic little poser had gone with them, he was their new lead vocalist, which meant she was temporarily safe from his ridicule. As for Neck, he had the attention span of a puppy. Within seconds of the band's departure, his attention was drawn away from her and towards a more pressing matter, debating how grymm tonight was going to be with a fellow headbanger. 

   Faust couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. It was safe to say that he was getting bored of this life, bored of his circle of friends, bored of the scene in general. He still liked the music, he loved the music, but the scene itself lacked the same flare it once had. It was fun when it was new, but now it had gone stale. The posers had infiltrated, the integrity had long been lost, and the desire to be original, to do something new and innovative had dwindled within the community. It wasn't about the music anymore, it was about the money and the fame, the exact opposite of what the truly evil men who founded Black Metal wanted. This bored Faust, he was bored, or at least that was the excuse he gave himself to explain why his attention kept drifting to her, the mousy girl in the corner. 

   It was obvious to Faust that she at least tried to blend in, what with her shiny new leather jacket that she probably bought the night beforehand, little black dress that was just an inch too long to resemble those the "pumas" usually wore, combat boots with an evident lack of wear to them, and intentionally smudged, dark makeup. Her failed attempt at fitting in was pathetically adorable, she was adorable, all the more reason why she didn't belong there. In a dark, crowded venue filled to the brim with loud, violent, angsty, immature metalheads all looking for any excuse to wreak some havoc, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Despite cowering back in the corner like a wallflower, she still drew so much attention to herself just by being there. 

   It was clear she didn't belong there and yet she so willingly stayed, that intrigued Faust. He kept his eyes on her for the rest of the night, deciding to hang back in a corner on the opposite side of the venue rather than to spend his time in the mosh pit with the rest of the headbangers in order to get a better look at her so maybe, just maybe, he could figure out what she was doing there in the first place. However, despite his persistence, Faust never did figure out why she was at the venue that night.

   One second he was observing her from afar, then Neck beckoned him, yelling out for him to join in the moshing for the final song. Faust shook his head, letting the shorter metalhead know that he would, in fact, not be joining him before reverting his attention back to her. However, when he turned his gaze back to her, he'd found that she was no longer there, gone without a trace as if she'd just disappeared.

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kvlt: adj. usually meant as a way of poking fun at the people who take Black Metal too seriously. Since Faust would obviously be one of those people that took it too seriously, I figured he would use it in less of a joking kind of way and in more of way to describe people like him.

grymm: adj. used to describe something cool, awesome, ‘metal’, wicked, etc. (the world ‘evil’ is also often used this way in metal/black metal slang).

pumas: I’m not sure if this actually a slang term that they use, but I do know that when the group of girls first walked up to the part in Lords Of Chaos, Hellhammer (played by Anthony De La Torre) says “fuckin’ pumas” while pointing at them. So I assume that “puma” is used to refer to a hot, metal chick like the girls that were at the party, the girls that would show up to their shows, their female fans, the girls they would sleep with, etc. It’s sort of like their groupies, but not really because according to Euronymous, “they don’t have any fucking groupies.”

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

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

[jj-lynn21]

The Charity- various fandoms & x-reader ch 3

warnings: drug use, flirting, male posturing, (Next ch will be smut promise/warn)

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Ellen Page “Is that weird? That’s weird, isn’t it?”

Cody says, “I’ve been to stranger dinner parties. No one asked us all to get naked.”

Raising an eyebrow to Cody Alex says, “yet.”  

Cody lifts his drink to Alex and nods.

Alex continues, “I say we do play this game of hiding and seeking to pass the time and possible get to know each other better. I’d just like to add a little twist. I say there are enough of us with various personalities that there can be more than one seeker and still be plenty of hiders. I am a seeking much like my brother Bill.”

Interrupting Valter says, “I’m a seeker also.”

Shaking his head Alex says, “No you’re not little brother. You are a hider like Gustaf. We know Princess is a hider. I know Ellen is a hider and a seeker. What is it tonight sweetheart?”

Ellen says, “I guess I’m in a dominant frame of mind so seeker.”

Chris Evans says, “I’m a seeker.”

Grinning Alex says, “Of course you are Chris. And our other Chris?”

Chris Pine says, “I can go either way. I guess I will be a seeker.”

Chuckling Alex says, “Tom’s?” He looks to both men.

Hiddleston says, “I’ll be a seeker tonight.”

Holland says, “I like to hide. Small tight spaces are my specialty. I love just burying myself someplace deep. As deep as I can go, you know. “

Chuckling Bill says, “Yeah, you’re just a balls deep kind of guy.”

Scarlett says, “I’m seeking tonight so Collin will be trying to hide. I figure it won’t take me long to find him.”

Colin says, “Thanks for the vote of confidence honey.”

Alex says, “I believe that leaves Dad and Robert. Are you guys going to be hiders or seekers?”

Chuckling Stallen says, “I think I’ll check out the rest of the grounds. A good walk after dinner does the soul well.”

Robert says, “That sounds like a better idea Stellan.”

Keeping control over things as he often likes to do Alex says, “Ok everyone. When you are ready Princess, Holland, Colin, Cody, Gustaf and Valter run to hide. Good luck.” He laughs wickedly, “Me, Pine, Evans, Hiddleston, Scarlett, Ellen and Bill will give you ten minutes. Then we will find you.”

Evans says, “Hey, I thought I was the only one calling here Princess.”

Scarlett says, “Get over yourself Chris. We are all going to call her that the whole night. You just started it.”

Everyone looks at each other for a moment. Then the scrambling begins. Laughing you and Tom take off toward the upstairs. Gustaff and Valter are close behind the two of you. Collin and Cody run off towards the library and den. The rest sit drinking contemplating where they will be looking for their prey.

Alex says, “In ten minutes we divide and conquer.”

Bill gets up from the small table to sit by Alex with his glass of wine. He says, “And conquer my conquest I plan to big brother.”

Alex laughs and messy Bill’s hair. Scarlett comes to the table sitting by Evans. Evans looks at his watch as the minutes tick away.

Evans says, “Well, I think I’ll be heading up stairs to start my search. I’m thinking someone will be waiting in a beroom.”

Bill say, “Yeah for me.”

Everyone is laughing when Hiddleston says, “I think Holland just grabbed her pulling her upstairs with him so unless you are in a joining mood, he might beat you to any conquest you plan on having tonight.”

Evans says, “He’s just a kid.”

Shrugging Bill says, “No big deal to me. Tom and I share.  I mean whatever Princess wants really.”

Ellen says, “The toxin masculinity in here is stifling. And who says she would want either of you and not me instead.”

Alex says, “Good call my dear. I apologize for my brother’s hormones getting the best of him. He knows not what he says most of the time.”

Stellan says, “Bill, apologize to the girls for sounding like such a pig.”

Bill says, “I’m sorry Ellen and Scarlett if I offended you with my unadvised comments.”

Scarlett said, “How gentlemanly of you Bill. Your forgiven. I think other men in this room could take a hint and be more apologetic sometimes.”

Evans says, “Fuck, can we hunt them yet.”

Alex says, “Yes, go.”

They all get up heading in various directions to find the hiders. Evans and Bill push each other as they head upstairs. Alex yells for them to stop being idiots.

Meanwhile you have been trying to find a great hiding place with Tom at your side. There are ten huge bedrooms upstairs and you have looked through them all. They all have private bathrooms. Lots of space and lighting. You open a door under the sink to find a good hiding place. 

You say, “I think I can fit under here. What about you?”

Holland says, “I could fit easily but I think I’ll find another place, love.”

You say, “Oh come on. You afraid to be so close to me?”

Holland says, “You don’t want to get involved with me. With…this.”

Giggling you say, “If you want to pick your own hiding place you just have to say so, you don’t have to be so, well so damn sexy about it.”

Smirking he says, “That was not what I was trying to do, love. I swear.”

You both freeze hearing Bill and Evans sparing  and Alex yelling at them as they ascend up the stairs. Tom puts his index finger to your lips to make sure you stay quiet.  He shuts the door to the cupboard quietly. Then goes to shimmy under the bed. Seconds later you hear footsteps in the room.  The hard wood floor echoes as the steps move around the room quickly and then slower. The steps get farther away. You take a breath. But when door shuts it makes you jump. You gasp letting out a small sound.

You hope the person you still hear walking getting closer to the door is just Tom. You hold your hand over your mouth as the bathroom door opens. Then he opens the cabinet door slowly. You laugh seeing him grin a you so big.

Bill says, “I found her Tom. So now what should we do with her?”

You get out of the tight spot. Bill picks you up and puts you on the sink edge.

You say, “Oh, so Tom told you where I was when you found him.”

Tom says, “I didn’t say a word, love.”

Tom pulls a baggy of capsules from his pocket and stands by Bill in front of you.

Tom says, “You ever try Molly, love?”

You say, “Oh, you too are into that?”

Bill says, “Anything in moderation is fine Princess.”

You say, “I like that idea, anything in moderation.”

After taking one himself and giving you each a capsules Tom says, “It will take about an hour to kick in good.”

Bill says, “You two stay here and be quiet. I’ll divert Mr. Captain America by tell him I saw the two of you sneak back downstairs.”

You lay on the bed watching Bill Leave. Tom lays beside you. You look over to him. He looks over to you.

Whispering Tom says, “How do you think we should kill time love?”

You just say, “Um…” And put your hand over your mouth to giggle.

Tom says, “So, green light?”

You nod a yes. Tom says, “Excellent, just remember we have to be very quiet.”

[skarsgardempire]

My friends,

This profile pretending to be Alexander randomly started following me on Instagram today. I knew this was suspicious from the beginning, so I followed them back and got hit with a request to follow. So, after they accepted my follow they sent me a message thanking me for my support. This profile only follows women from what I’ve seen. Please help me in reporting them so no one gets hurt!

Thank you!! ❤️

[loey-bae]

I really like this photo :)

(Photos not mine)

[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.

[ceasertheday]

Please, Mercy

Mercy was only ever around men. Doctors, teachers and therapists said it was unhealthy she didn’t care. But it wasn’t any men she was always around, there was only two here father and Bill. Bill lived across the street with his younger brother Valter, Bill looked after Mercy because her father couldn’t. But Bill loved her more than a father despite the 10 year age gap Bill needed Mercy but had no mercy to give her.

@lordromangodfrey @ill-skillsgard @bills-skarsgard @sexual-rendezvous @sugardaddyskarsgard @imaginingyournotsolikelyfuture

[ill-skillsgard]

Hey beetle, anything new from Faust x Faith, it’s been a while since the last story about them?

Maybe Faust is for once a sweet lover, but still fuck and fill her to the hilt, maybe a little getting prego kink?

Hi! Holy MOLY it has been a long time since I've written any Faust x Faith. I have had quite the year, but don't get me wrong... The babies were never far from my mind. I cannot ever forget our beautiful Frosty man.

So, this is set a little over a year in the future in this universe. But I won't give too much away here!

Warning: 18+ Smut, violence, mature language, protected/unprotected sex, emotional reunions, murderous rage, mentions of alcohol consumption, angst, cheating and all the good nasty things this pairing is known for.

Summary: It's been over a year since Faith broke up with Faust and he's returned home from an extensive European tour to find out his ex-girlfriend has moved on. Will Faust be able to control himself and let them live, or will his darkness drive him to get rid of Faith's new boyfriend?

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

"You feeling okay, Frost?"

The question went unanswered, and the four members of Grey Tomb turned toward the drummer. Faust hadn't been sleeping. He barely ate, and the only time he came alive was on stage behind his drum kit. Although the last few dates of the tour hadn't been his best performances.

"Your eyes are so dark that you don't even need to wear any paint," Freydis, the singer, pointed out. She was the leader of Grey Tomb, the band who had picked him up for a European tour after their original drummer went to prison. Faust had asked no questions and didn't care where they played so long as he was as far away from home as possible. An 18-date tour was long enough to keep him occupied throughout the summer, but it was winding down, and everything started reminding Faust of her again. Even the landscape, though much different from home, brought up bitter memories of Faith.

Nightmares plagued Faust when he closed his eyes—gut-wrenching visions of Faith having sex with the jock she knew from church, his old bandmates, and even Sven. He dreamt of flames and screams and Faith looking at him like he was ugly, like she couldn't believe she had ever loved him. Evenings spent in a dismal room with police trying to make him admit he had punched Bobby Esders' face into a crimson mash, teeth blistering out of shredded, bloody lips. In these nightmares, Faust was killing again, always chasing and killing and trying to convince Faith he was fine; he was only protecting her. But she turned away every time, unconvinced he possessed no virtue.

And so, he imagined the drum skins as the face he wanted to smash and broke sticks on the rim only to unsheath fresh ones from a quiver near his shin. He'd continue the brutal assault in time with a guttural bass line and dreadful shrieking.

Faust didn't want to think of violence, so he avoided sleep and the inevitable terrors waiting to resurface in his mind. He needed therapy, an intense cerebral scrub to get to the bottom of the urges that became restless at night. But he was in a foreign country with a job to do. Therapy would have to wait.

Freydis had taken on corpse paint duty and stood above Faust as he sat on the tour bus couch, face tilted up, her chest in the way. Her tongue poked out as she blotted the black, blue, and grey paint under Faust's eyes.

"I can't wait to head home after tonight, eh, Frost?" Freydis said.

"I'd rather be touring. Nothing to go home to. At least you have a family."

"And you don't?"

"Not really. Nobody I care to see."

"Damn, Frost. Are you always this gloomy? Or has tour really beaten you down that much?"

"I'm fine." He dismissed. "And when are you gonna stop calling me 'Frost?'"

"That's you, though. You're just Frost, okay? Get over it," said Freydis. "One more spot, and I think we're done. Hopefully, you don't sweat it off during the first song."

The singer put down the brush and squeezed Faust's shoulder, jostling him. "There. Looking gnarly, dude. Oh, and don't forget, there's gonna be an after-party at the place where Astral is staying. We're invited. So, you should definitely come. Last show. We gotta go out."

"We'll see," Faust said.

"You owe me."

"Okay, okay."

"Promise you'll come?"

"No."

"Faust! Please?"

"Fine, if it means that much to you."

"Okay, and don't just stand outside smoking either."

Faust grimaced. "You don't want me to have any fun."

For the sake of appearances, Faust went along for the ride after Grey Tomb's last show to meet up with some of the tour crew and members from the headlining bands. These were the kind of people to shake hands and connect with, but Faust took one look around the penthouse apartment and regretted coming. The people there having fun were too bright for him, and the only way to dim the light was to drink so much he could barely see.

Drinking heavily was a double-edged sword for Faust. On the one hand, he could bear to socialize and even cracked jokes with the people he'd been sharing a bus with for the last two months, but on the other, he was sick.

To erase the year of his life he had spent with Faith, Faust resorted to old behaviors and, much later, found himself in a room with Freydis on his lap. She had been dropping hints all tour, but Faust knew better than to tangle up a good thing. Now that he was shipping back home soon, and Freydis was staying in Denmark, there was no reason to avoid fucking her.

"Holy shit, Frost... Are you sure that condom's gonna fit?"

Faust ignored the comment and stretched the latex ring over his cock, pulling it down as far as it would go. He might have been wasted, but he wouldn't stick it in unprotected with a woman he barely knew.

"Damn, you're a big boy," Freydis said as she climbed over his thighs and lowered herself. Once the sex started, she gripped the back of his neck and pressed her forehead to his. Faust backed away, letting her ride him while he closed his eyes and bit his lip. All the momentum he had gathered while making out with Freydis slowly disappeared. He felt his hard-on deflating inside of her despite her rigorous bucking.

"Fuck," he grunted and grabbed her tits for a rush that never came.

Freydis giggled. "Are you really that drunk you can't get it up for me, Frosty?"

"Condom's slipping."

"You should just take it off. It's okay; I'm on the pill."

"I'll get there again. Just keep...ugh, keep going."

Faust scoffed at himself. Freydis wasn't stupid, and the limp cock inside of her worsened with the condom. She stopped and signed.

"Sorry... I can't do this. I'm fucking plastered."

It was only half a lie, and when Freydis made a case to keep trying, Faust lifted her off his lap, snapped off the condom, and staggered to the door while pulling his jeans over his ass. He turned around, black hair swinging in his face.

"Sorry, I guess. Hope we're all good," Faust muttered before he left.

Freydis sat on the bed, astounded at the limp condom he'd dropped next to the waste basket.

The journey home was torture and nausea. Faust had spent an hour puking in the airport bathroom and once again into a bag on the plane they had almost missed. His acidic insides emptied, Faust fell into a fitful sleep, interrupted every so often by flight attendants who quickly learned not to bother the man with the long black hair.

On home soil, he threw his bags into a taxi and was carted home, where he fell into bed for hours with an excruciating headache. He couldn't remember a time when he felt worse and told himself he was never going on tour with alcoholic Danish metalheads ever again.

~*~

Despite his long absence, Faith never changed her habits. This made locating her easier than he liked. Faust had hoped to walk by the café where she used to study over a latte and a bagel, only to never find her there. He had hoped her family had moved away, taking his ex-girlfriend too far to contact. But just like everything else in the city, it had all stayed the same. Faith still did the same things she always did: school, working part-time at the bookstore in the mall, and sitting down in front of the window at the café where they had gone countless times for snacks and coffee.

Faith was there now, across the street at the café, sitting outside on the small wrought iron table underneath an umbrella. She wore a light pink sundress with thin shoulder straps and her hair in two braids. Faust wanted to go over and sit down in front of her just to see her big eyes get wider or if she would fidget and stammer, blindsided by his sudden appearance. The sight of her, unaware he was across the street buying cigarettes at the corner store, soured his stomach.

Faust spent a minute preparing for what to say when he approached Faith, but his courage disappeared when a man took the seat across from her and reached out to hold her hand. It wasn't the Esders kid like he had feared. It was worse. He wore a black denim jacket, had long hair, and a face Faust automatically hated.

It was him. Faith was dating a knockoff version of himself.

Faust recognized the guy from around parties and shows. His name was Hunter. He was the kind of guy who bought unlicensed band patches online—the mark of a poser, in Faust's opinion. While the guy rubbed her wrist, Faust thought of one hundred ways to shatter his fingers. How dare he touch her like that, make her smile as he once had, and scoot closer to touch her inner thigh under the table. Faust grinned when she snapped her legs shut, and he snatched his hand away with what Faust assumed was an apology. Good. So she wasn't letting him get too handsy with her yet. Not like when they were together, and she would let him drag her away to any solitary place, so he could touch her between her legs and watch her melt.

But Hunter was not him, and Faith probably hadn't changed. If her libido was the same since they'd met, the chances were high she had already fucked him, and the thought of Hunter having sex with her blistered the inside of his chest. He wanted to grab him by his greasy hair and smash his face into the table so many times he became unrecognizable. The anger itched his palms, his back sweating.

Before Faust acted on his violent thoughts, he turned away and started home, swearing he would never seek Faith out again, though his heart seared from the pain of making himself such a promise.

It wasn't long before Faust saw her again in much closer proximity. One month after he had promised never to think about Faith again—a delusionally optimistic notion—she showed up at a party with Hunter and his buddies, who took various band formations between them. Faust had been in a crust punk band with one of them, failing to play lead guitar. It was a short-lived project, but he still recognized the group. He pretended not to notice Faith, hoping his nonchalance would strike her when she looked up from her phone and realized she had once again stepped into his realm, where she was the outcast, and everyone revered him. She likely heard some news about his tour with Grey Tomb since everyone else was asking him questions about the size of the gigs he had played overseas. In a small house full of a dozen musicians, their girlfriends, and buddies, Faust was the most successful one there, earning him instant popularity. On a regular day, Faust would shun the attention, but now, he craved to wield it; to show her what he had become in the year they'd been apart.

Faith whispered to her new boyfriend and never looked too long at Faust for the first hour. Faust turned it into a game. He looked at her until her eyes ping-ponged from him to a random object in the room, catching her each time she glanced in his direction. It was fun to watch her squirm and fidget. He knew what she was thinking: that being around him as though they were strangers was too heavy for her to act normal.

Two hours in, after Faust had left the room to keep her mind racing, he saw Faith whispering to her new boyfriend in the kitchen between chugs of beer. She was compensating now. Faith hated beer. He flashed the barest smirk as he passed by, never lifting his eyes but knowing her in his peripheral. Yet despite all these things he knew about her, there was a second or third voice in his head trying to calculate what exactly she could be thinking. Did she hate him? Was her night ruined? Was his presence shaking her to her core, or was she succeeding at brushing it off? She couldn't have changed that much in a year, and if she was the same girl he had fallen in love with, her inner dialogue was screaming. And as much as he wanted to catch a hint of their conversation, the music was too loud, and Faust longed to continue ignoring her.

After three hours, Faust was drunk, and the people talking in his ear made him cringe. He had gone around and around on a carousel of shifting emotions. At first, it was easy not to care, but then he saw her staring at him and wanted to stare back. As the drinks poured and it was clear nobody would address the awkward situation between them, Hunter put his arm around her, an innocent move that Faust regarded as a personal slight. How fucking dare he touch his Faith.

No, he told himself. Let her go. She's better off without you.

Then, a hand was on her thigh. Her skirts that once drove him wild now looked whorish. Did she want every man in the room looking at her? And again, Faust screamed internally at himself to leave her be.

But he couldn't, and deep down, they both knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

It happened when Faust, who considered his near-constant observation of them subtle, saw Hunter pull her face forward for a kiss. His heart leaped, and with it, his body instantly at attention, the half-drunk beer bottle now brown shards on the floor. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Hunter barely noticed over the music, but Faith had. She flinched as Faust approached like a train and snatched Hunter up by his jacket lapels.

"Who the fuck do you think you are kissing her in front of me?"

"Stop it right now, Faust. Don't be an idiot!" Faith yelled, butting her palm into his leather-clad shoulder. It only angered him further.

"Woah, man! What the fuck is your problem? You've been broken up forever," said Hunter, clutching at the fist pressing into his neck.

"Faust, dude, don't. Just relax."

Faith hammered Faust's shoulder again. "Let go of him, you prick! We're over!"

Faust immediately dropped Hunter and turned to her, angling down to meet her glower.

"What, I leave for one tour, and now you're with discount me? That's sad, Faith—"

One hard punch to the jaw sent Faust staggering backward, disoriented. Once he blinked away the lights in his eyes, Faith knew there was only one second to get between Faust and Hunter to prevent blood from spilling. Faust's friends had the same idea and held the drummer back, crowding between them to stop a fight.

Faust pointed at Hunter as he was carried away and said, "You better run. You better never let me see you again, or you're fucking dead. Run, motherfucker!"

Outside, Faust screamed. He howled on the sidewalk for Hunter to come out while lights from neighboring houses flicked on. His friends begged him to be quiet, but Faust was undone by his anger and echoing in every direction, ignoring those yelling at him to shut up. He attempted to break the barrier his friends made and hopped up excitedly when the door opened, hoping it was the man whose face he was about to demolish.

Faith stepped out alone, and Faust went quiet. She marched down the walkway, and they parted to allow her access to her flailing ex-boyfriend. She grabbed his arm, sank her nails into the leather, and yanked him away from the house. His friends stood by, muttering and confused. The two of them did not turn back.

~*~

"Sit down. We have to have a serious discussion, Faust. I mean it. Sit down on the bench and listen," said Faith. "You cannot act that way just because I moved on. It's not fair to me! I want to be happy, and you have no right to try ruining that."

Faust paced the length of the bench. "You're not fucking happy."

"Yes, I am!"

"No, you're not. You're pretending. You're a fucking fake. You don't hang around these kinds of people. You came tonight just to piss me off."

"I came here because Hunter and I were invited. I had no idea you'd be here. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have come."

"Fuck off, Faith."

"No, you fuck off! What're you gonna do, Faust? Kill him?"

Faust smothered her mouth with his hand and backed her under the tree's shadow away from the lamplight.

"Don't even fucking—don't say that."

Faith pushed him away. "I'm seriously asking. I have no idea what you might do, but I know what you're capable of, and it scares me. You have to promise me you won't hurt Hunter."

"No promise."

"If you can't let me be, I might have to do something drastic."

Faust scoffed. "Oh, yeah? Like what?"

"Like... File a restraining order," Faith said.

Her eyebrows pressed together, and though encased in shadow, Faust could not believe he was seeing her face again. He took a step closer, and she drew up against the tree.

"I can't have you around. If I see him touching you, I will lose my fucking mind, don't you understand? I love you, Faith. I'm afraid of myself when you're not with me."

"That's not my problem."

Faust had barely chipped at her. She crossed her arms, glare unrelenting. No matter how hard he drilled, Faith wouldn't soften for him.

"So that's it then? You're over me?" He asked.

Faith held up her hand and flashed a plain gold ring. "See this? He gave it to me. It's a promise ring."

"A promise to what? Marry you? You're gonna marry him, is that it?"

"Maybe!"

"That cheap little piece of shit ring means nothing, and you know it."

"It has meaning because I give it meaning."

"Okay then, let me ask you something, and be honest," Faust bent at the knees to match her level. "Do you still have the collar I gave you?"

Faith grimaced.

"Tell me the truth. Do you have it? Because that collar means you already belong to someone."

"No, it doesn't! I broke up with you!"

"You haven't gotten rid of it."

"What does it matter?"

"Faith, please," Faust whimpered. "Please, just... I'll never stop. I can't. I've fucking tried."

"Never stop what?"

"Being in love with you."

She dropped her fists to her sides, looking down at her shoes. Faust thought she looked ready to blow up, but instead, she sniffled and began to cry.

Faust cradled her jaw like thin glass balancing in his palms. To his relief, Faith didn't flinch away.

"Tell me you still love me." He whispered. "I know you do, baby."

She whimpered his name and fell into his embrace, sobs quaking through her shoulders. Faust propped her up in his arms and set her back on her feet. Despite her anguish, he fought a smile from spreading across his face. Soon, Faith's blubbering petered into chuckles, and she wiped her wet eyes.

"You really still love me, Faust?"

"Yes, baby! Fucking of course I do."

"Did you come back here because of me?"

"You're the only thing keeping me in this place."

"I... I really missed you, beetle."

Faust clamped her to his chest, stroking her soft hair, her warmth so familiar yet unearned. His eyes clouded as he looked down at the woman crying into his chest, stuck like a burr on his clothes. Her tears seeped through the fabric, and he loved it. The wet spots made his breath falter. A vast calmness silenced the screams in the back of his head, which reminded him of all the terrible he had done. With Faith by his side once more, he was determined to bury their voices and live as though his secrets were only false memories.

~*~

Faith and Faust had made a getaway from the party and went to Faust's basement apartment in a small complex. The place was new and smelled of fresh paint, and when Faith walked in and saw a mostly empty area, the juxtaposition made her head spin and her heart pound. There he was after all this time, a foot of space between his head and the ceiling, his black leather jacket on in front of white, unmarred walls. It was wrong, but watching him shedding his jacket and revealing how thick his arms looked from touring made it seem like they hadn't been apart more than a couple of weeks. It was natural, and she went to him, prepared to deal with the consequences of ditching her current boyfriend for this reunion of two warring energies who thrived only on each other.

He kissed her softly at first, pulled back to assess her expression, and went back in harder when met with a drowsy half-smile. His hand went up her skirt, tracing his fingertips over her panties until her knees shook.

Faith pulled away and said, "I wanna fuck you." Faust needed no convincing. He sat on the bed, dragged her onto his lap, facing away from him, and pulled off her top and bra. Before taking her breasts in his hands, he peeled off his Grey Tomb shirt and cupped them enthusiastically.

"Fuck, baby. Just... Fuck. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," she said, craning her neck to catch his lips again.

She ground in circles on his lap until he was hard and moaning, her addiction to the sound of his voice afresh. Exhilarated by the thought of having sex with her first love again, Faith scrambled under the covers and waited, her smile slowly fading as Faust pulled a strip of three gold-foiled condoms from his wallet. She frowned as though he had revealed something nauseating.

"What the fuck is that look for?" Faust scoffed, tearing open the foil square.

"I... what is that? I don't want that...I want to feel you."

"That's too bad," he said.

Faith scoffed back at him. "I don't have any diseases."

"We've been away from each other for over a year. I don't know what you've done. If I'm fucking you, we're using a rubber."

"But—"

"Besides... You don't know where my cock's been either."

It was a bizarre sight watching him unravel the wet latex circle over his thick cock inch by inch. Faith had never heard of him using condoms before and hadn't used one with him even the first time.

Faust laid down and urged her to climb over him, and though she looked upset, she still swung her leg over his hips and stared down at the latex straining around his shaft.

"You fucked other girls?" She asked.

Faust grasped her thigh and pulled until she shimmied closer to his groin.

"Sit on it," Faust ignored her question. "Come on, baby. Ride it."

"Do we have to? I really wanted to feel you. All of you. Like how we used to fuck."

Faust rolled his eyes. "Don't be a brat, Faith. Or else."

"Or else what?"

"I'll put on two," Faust chuckled.

She swatted him, giggling. "Fine, if this is the only way you'll let me fuck you, I guess that'll have to do."

"That's right, get on it, baby. Easy, easy... Oh... Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck! Fuck, yes, beautiful. Never been so hard in my goddamn life. Fuck me, baby girl. That's it. Nice 'n slow. Good girl."

"Mmph. I forgot how big you are!"

"No, you fuckin' didn't. You remembered damn well how big my cock is. How I split this little pussy open."

Faith rocked herself back and forth with help from his hands on her hips. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Faith stared down at the man, lost in his pleasure, his mouth changing shapes every time she moved. He was right; Faith hadn't forgotten for a second what sex with him was like, or how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back in ecstasy, or the filthy things he said the moment he was inside. Faust knew it too.

"Did you think about me when you fucked him?" Faust asked, catching her in an awkward spot. Faith didn't expect him to bring up Hunter so soon, and certainly not during sex.

"I... I, um—"

"You can tell me the truth. Did he have a bigger cock than me?"

"N-no! I don't think anyone could. The condom is about to snap because of it. So, you might as well take it off and fuck me raw."

Faust flipped her over and drove himself inside her a few times, slow but hard. She squealed with each thrust.

"Condom stays on."

Faith had more tricks to try on him. "Then how are you supposed to cum inside of me?"

"Did you let him cum inside of you?"

"Faust!"

"I'm serious," he said, leaning down to talk against her cheek while ramming her pelvis and making her quiver. "Did he blow loads inside this pretty pussy? Did he make you shake and cry and cum all over his cock?"

"No, Faust," she whimpered. "I wouldn't let him."

"That's right. 'Cause it's still my pussy. He had his fun with you, but you're back where you belong now... All around my dick. Getting. Fucking. Stretched. Open."

"Make it hurt, baby."

Faust slammed his hips forward several times until she cried out, then eased back to a normal pace.

"You're mine. Fuck, you feel amazing. Pussy's so fucking tight around me. Shit, baby, I'm not gonna last."

Just as Faust approached a groaning orgasm, Faith's phone started ringing in her purse. She looked at the bag, then back at him.

"Is that him calling? Wondering where you are? He has no idea you're with me, does he?"

Faith chewed her lip and couldn't answer.

"I fucking knew it," he said proudly. "Go ahead. Answer the phone."

"What!? No! Faust, that's so mean."

"You're already cheating on him. Just answer the phone and pretend everything's normal."

"I can't."

"I'll take the condom off if you answer the phone while you fuck me. You can have this cock raw if you really want. Make me cum deep inside this perfect little pussy.

"Really?"

"Yes, babe. Go get the phone."

Faust let her up and dropped onto his back while she fished her phone out of her purse. She looked at the screen and scoffed.

"It's just a telemarketer."

"Aw, that's too bad."

"Can we still lose the condom?"

"No. I'm still wearing it."

"That's not fair! I was going to! That should count for something."

Faust stared at her perky nipples, soft curves, and sad face. He smirked something evil.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Call him. Call him and break up with him while you fuck me."

"No! That's so mean! I can't do that."

"Oh, but you can cheat on him perfectly fine?"

"You're not being fair."

Faust nodded at her, then at his groin. "Nothing's fair. Call him. But first, get your hand around my cock."

Just the sight of her fingers trying to fit around his condom-clad shaft made him seethe, and when she put the phone to her ear while slowly jerking him, his chest unfroze after months of being without her. He tried not to moan while she whispered to her fake boyfriend that she couldn't see him anymore. It just wouldn't work with Faust around. The motion of her left hand faltered as the guy's heart broke, and Faust eclipsed her and squeezed, encouraging her to yank off the condom in mid-sentence. Hunter asked, "So, what? Are you with him right now?" And Faust twitched from the blood surge, eyes rolling to the back of his sick head.

Faust got brave and started whispering, Faith scowling and mouthing at him to shut up.

"Yeah, stroke it, baby girl. No more condom. It's all fucking yours."

Faith held the phone away from her face and hissed at him to keep quiet again, wearing a bare hint of a smirk. His sick little girl. His corrupted angel. There she was, begging to come back to him.

He gripped her jaw and wrenched her forward, smothering her mouth and keeping her from answering Hunter's pleas.

"You're mine. Tell him," Faust whispered, licking her lips open to dip his thumb inside her mouth. Faith hummed remorsefully but sucked his thumb all the same, eyes going shiny as she stared into his beautiful green eyes. Whether she liked it or not, she had dreamed of this reunion. In sleep, she always found him with those murderous eyes staring at her like his next meal.

"Get on me."

Faith tossed her phone aside, thumb slipping and maybe not ending the call with Hunter. There was a pinch of guilt in her heart, and then it was gone. It was only him, the love of her life. She climbed over his lap, and his legs stirred beneath her, parting and spreading her thighs ever wider. Faust sank back into the pillows, squeezed her hips, and eased her onto his cock the only way he wanted. With a deep groan, he pulled her forward, rocked her back, and did it repeatedly until she caught the rhythm. Steady and slow.

"I fucking missed you, baby," Faust said.

Faith clung to him and rode desperately, breathing in his hair, kissing his lips, and hanging onto his broad shoulders for leverage. Their breath synced until Faust jutted his hips and struck a gasp from her.

"M-missed you too, beetle. God, I missed your cock."

Faust chuckled, dark and mischievous. "Oh, yeah? S'that all you missed about me, huh? You missed getting fucked hard?"

"I just missed you."

"Oh, I'm absolutely positive your pussy missed me."

Faith covered her mouth, but Faust grabbed her wrist and held it behind her back, bending his knees and bucking his hips upward at a frantic pace he could only sustain for short bursts. It was worth the effort to hear her groaning.

"Don't get all shy. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"I don't know what to say."

"Tell me how you'd close your eyes when he fucked you and pretend it was me."

The scenario was pure fact. Faith had pictured Faust in Hunter's place nearly every day. But the shame overcame her, and she buried her face in his neck and muttered, "Don't make me say it, Faust. You know I did."

His arms encircled her, and he set off on a motion that brought him close to the brink of orgasm. Before he touched the edge, he pressed his forehead to hers and commanded her eyes.

"Rub your clit, baby girl. Do it for me. I want you to cum."

"Mm...Okay."

"That's right. Make it feel good and cum on me."

Faith tried to get close, holding her breath and concentrating on her task until Faust took over. He used two fingers to rub her clit, slowly at first, then quicker. He alternated until he found the right pace, and she moaned. With his cock ramming upward, his hand working its dexterity on her, and his other hand gripping and spanking her ass, Faust coaxed an orchestral orgasm from her that ended in gasping heaves and whimpers that tipped him over the edge too. Hearing her desperate mewls while she tightened around him was the only thing that could ever make him cum. No other woman came close. Even with his eyes shut and Faith on his mind, they simply weren't her.

Under a wash of afterglow, Faith lay on top of him and relaxed to the pulse in his chest and neck. The regrets were sure to come, but it didn't matter. Faust and the appetizing danger that came with him were back.

"I'm so bad," Faith said after a few minutes of deep breathing.

"Yeah... You really are. Cheating on your boyfriend and getting fucked raw... Taking all my fucking cum in your pussy. You're a nasty girl."

"Don't make it worse!"

"You made it what you wanted. You're the one who was all like, 'Please fuck my pussy raw, Faust. Ew, I hate condoms. I know you were gone for a year, but I don't care where that cock's been'!"

"You love me. I know you wouldn't do it if you weren't sure."

Faust played with her hair and chuckled.

"You're right."

"For the record... you're still the only man who's ever cum inside me."

"Damn fucking right. Now, it's quiet time. I'm spent."

"No round two?"

He rolled her over onto her side, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead. "In the morning. I need sleep."

"But—"

"Sleep, brat."

"Alright, fine."

"...I love you."

"I love you, too."

[happypanda101]

Ayo, I might actually be posting on AO3 soon if Uni doesn’t get in the way.

Writing a one-shot for my LOC fanfic. Nora gets the sickies. The circle tell her to go take a damn nap in their own way lmao.

Please note: Lords Of Chaos is an inaccurate movie based off of an inaccurate book based on real people and real events. I don't condone anything that happened. This fic is the closest I will get to RPF, and is only because I'm interested in the black metal scene/like the music. This is just for fun because the movie is a guilty pleasure of mine.

[credulouskhaleesi]

The Story of My Demise: How Not To Think With Your Pussy, A Memoir

Here it goes ladies & gents! The start of my first Bill Skarsgärd fic and my first fic in many many moons! 

Here is the prologue. I am not sure if anyone can sit through my n00bish writing and possible grammatical errors, so you the people shall get an opportunity to tell me whether you think I should continue!

Warnings: Sexual themes, Cheating, Language, Smut. If this series continues there will be some female on male domestic violence (mental, physical, and emotional and of course I will include a TW beforehand) and possible kinks introduced in future chapters

Pairings: Bill x reader, future Valter x reader, maybe a few surprise alternative pairings with other Skarsgärd men in the future, because I’m a crazy freak like that.

Author’s note: I have no affiliation or relationship with any members of the Skarsgärd family or their significant others. All acts and situations are only a figment of my overactive imagination and any likeness to the non-fictional characters involved are only a mere coincidence. 

Also.... I tagged everyone who specifically asked to be tagged in my previous post, I apologize for the long wait! I also tagged a few Bill Skarsgärd blogs as well who liked my post. If you wish your tag be removed, please let me know. If you wish to be tagged in future chapters, please make me aware of this as well. :) And sorry for the shitty title lol, it was the best I could come up with before I posted this and didn’t want y’all waiting any longer. 

@rainbowmoosie @whatin-skarsgardnation @billdreamy69 @skarswhat @mypersonalrambling @mommaesworld @billiam-skarsgard @billgardskars @billloverskarsgard69

P -FUCKING- S, one of you lovely OG writers should show me how to partially hide my story with the whole “read more” thing, so I’m not completely taking over everyone’s dash. I’m sorry I am absolutely clueless and tried to figure it out for myself and miserably failed. So thanks so much in advance if anyone wants to DM me and give me a quick how-to. (I learn quick, I promise!!!)

Word Count: 2,006

The Story of My Demise: How Not To Think With Your Pussy, A Memoir.

                                                     PROLOGUE

The heart is deceitful above all things. Most commonly known from an ‘excerpt’ or a ‘scripture’ from the King James’ version of the bible. I was never religious, but I learned the phrase from the title of a gritty film I watched when I was a teenager, based off a novel by JT LeRoy. To me, it had nothing to do with all the above. It just meant that I was a glutton for punishment and that the heart wants what the heart wants. I understand that this may sound a little vague to those who don't know me, don't know what I've done, and don't know where I've been; but the truth is, I still can't even put into words how all of this came to be.

 How I could seduce a man I never in my wildest dreams could see myself meeting, let alone having him in my bed more than several months at a time. But shit happens, right? Fuck yes it does, and only to me. I really should be thinking positive at this time and look at the silver lining among the shitstorm I got myself into, but I just can’t seem to hack it. Sure, I made some stupid mistakes due to admiration and lust. But I still won in the end. I’m not alone like I feared and have feared since I pushed Bill away from me, and now I have someone who thinks the sun shines right out of my ass. And a bonus: He is surprisingly good at eating my ass as well. The only problem is this new man might hit too close to home for a certain someone and things will certainly get ‘live’ as fuck if this new relationship comes to the surface. Especially, and most importantly, when Bill is informed of who my new beau is.

 Nevertheless, I will not continue rambling on and moping about my first world problems, and I feel it is only fair if I introduce myself and start from the beginning. I am going to keep my identity vague for now as a promise to my current boyfriend. If shit blows up and anyone reads this, I could greatly compromise his career and the relationship he has with his family. So I guess I will give you a few tidbits of myself and start with ‘The Story Of My Demise: How Not To Think With Your Pussy, A Memoir”. I grew up in a state that is technically in the Midwest, but isn’t called nor considered the ‘Midwest’, ya dig? I am a licensed cosmetologist and MUA (stands for Make Up Artist) and have finally made a name for myself after a grueling 3 weeks of unemployment after beauty school (Obviously I am not known as the patient type). The number of clientele I had was insane after I finally landed a job at a local salon. I was the hit stylist, and within 3 months I was able to quit and expand myself to become a freelance stylist. I did everything from hair shows, wedding makeup, and even had an amazing gig where I was called in to help with makeup for extras on the set of producer/actress Jessica Biel’s new series, ‘The Sinner’. I was a busy bee and felt like I was constantly on my feet and constantly working. I hadn’t been on a real date in 7 months and hadn’t been in a relationship for twice as long. I felt like it was time that I take a relaxing long break before I had a stress-related meltdown. It was a hard decision but I would force myself to repeat this borrowed mantra so I wouldn’t back out: “Check yoself before you wreck yoself”. So I knew it was time.

 I wanted to go to a place where anyone knew me and where I know I would have the support I needed to relax and ignore the trivial bullshit that my brain and life ecstatically threw at me from time to time. I decided to visit and stay with my grandma in Toronto. I always loved Canada and would 100% be on board to moving out there with Grams if it wasn’t for the damn cold. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the snow and my home state got a fair amount of it as well; and to me snow was absolutely ethereal, immaculate, and calming. It made everything so silent and shrouded the roads, buildings, and trees with a film of crystalized innocence. The cold long temperatures however, can ever so kindly suck a long veiny dick. Who would’ve thunk that I would be doing that exact thing tonight? All while trying to acclimate myself to the slightly uncomfortable temperatures as Toronto neared the Autumn season.

 Before paying Grams a visit, I did only what tradition called for every time I landed in Toronto Pearson International airport. It was frigid as fuck when I left the airport with my luggage in tow, and I decided to treat myself to an upscale hotel (that shall not be named). I only found it fair to my post-landing drinking tradition if I enjoyed the hotel’s lavish drinking fountain to quench my thirst and soothe my chill. I quickly booked my room, let valet handle my bags and made a b-line to the hotel’s bar & grille. There was a patio that overlooked Toronto and even though I knew I would freeze my ass off, I desperately needed nicotine in my system. I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and while I waited for the bartender to complete and serve me my order, I aimlessly looked through my Tumblr dashboard. Naturally, it was full of Bill Skarsgärd, Valter Skarsgärd, Gustaf Skarsgärd, and Alexander Skarsgärd (notice a trend here?)? As well as various memes, Game of Thrones, and the occasional NSFW blog. I sighed and smiled at the recent Comic Con videos and pics of Bill. I knew there was a chance that he was out here filming, and I wasn’t a stalker by any means, but damn, it would be a dream and a half if I could just meet him.

 The bartender placed my drink on a coaster, I tipped the kind man, and left for the patio. The night sky was mesmerizing, and the patio banter and ambiance was calming. Everyone spoke in hushed voices and all seemed like they were enjoying their night. I was used to my fellow Americans getting a bit loud and rowdy at this time of night, but it all felt very serene and classy here and I could sense a warmth overcoming my body. Or it could be the fact that I had shaken myself from casting stereotypical aspersions on my home country and have spotted something I can only explain as a mirage or hallucination. It was mother fucking Bill Skarsgärd in the mother fucking flesh, smoking a mother fucking cigarette and staring at his phone with a depressing, solemn fucking look. I was shaking like a Chihuahua. I always assumed I would behave this way and I always tried to coach myself to a better confrontation with the sexy Swede. But what were the odds? How the hell and when the hell would I expect for this to happen again? Fuck it! I stood up and started to walk towards him and of course spilled my drink all over the patio chair I was sitting on. Luckily not a single drop touched me, and my Swedish king (that I was certainly not obsessed with), was still glued to his phone and looked like he was nearly in tears.

 That alone caused me to brush off my embarrassment and head over to console my pouty prince. I walked over with mock confidence, casually lit my cigarette and glanced at him. I was only 3 feet away from him and knew I had to open my dumb mouth to start some sort of conversation. At this point I think I was hoping the outcome of this encounter would lead to a selfie or autograph, little did I know, this was not the time or the place. Bill glanced at me, his sage eyes looking more like emeralds as he was on the brink of tears. He tossed his head back to finish the last of his Guinness and returned to texting on his phone. I had to console this broken angel.

“Hey ar-are you ok?”, I asked in a way to show concern but also to conceal the fact that I was a crazy fan and knew exactly who he was. He took a drag of his cigarette, turned to look at me again, and then turned his gaze to the sparkling night sky. I knew exactly what he was doing. Trying to hold back the tears, as I have done myself plenty of times before. “Look I know you don’t know me, but….”

“No I’m having an absolute shit night tonight to be honest”, he finally responded and then shifted his body and attention towards me. I tried not to show how badly I was shaking while smoking my cigarette. This man looked like a complete sex god in person and he seemed to be in a bad place. From what I knew of him, he was dating a Swedish actress named Alana whose father had money and occasionally did cooking shows. She was pregnant with Bill’s baby and seemed like she had a slight fault of immaturity, I inferred, based on her mysterious social media presence here and there. And the bitch couldn’t act to save her life. At least two minutes passed before any of us spoke again. Bill then finally elaborated, “I’m having girlfriend problems I guess. I normally don’t speak on my personal issues like this, but fuck, I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong anymore. I just want to throw in the towel but it will make me look like a selfish fucking monster undeserving of being called a man.” My heart nearly broke. How the hell would anyone treat this cinnamon roll any less than the sex king he is?! I decided to inquire some more, “Well, wh-what’s going on? Is she not having sex with you anymore? Cheating on you? Is she abusive?” Bill subtly smirked and did not respond. He instead slid his way along the balcony rail on his forearms to where I was leaning, to get closer to me and toasted his empty glass to my empty (spilled from earlier) glass of beer. This poor man was a little more than tipsy and was leaning to his left in my direction to support his swaying long body and it was a good thing he had long strong limbs to hold himself up. He then broke the silence once more, “Heyyy you’re such a good listener. That is all I really want honestly. I’m a simple man, with little to no wants or needs and I do back-breaking shit for her happiness only to get shit on and manipulated.”

I looked into his eyes as I frowned and sighed. I took the chance to empathetically rub his shoulder, a gesture I was surprised I had the gall to make. He then quickly leaned with an earnestness I knew all too well from my past experiences with men. I could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath, it mingled with an expensive cologne and I couldn’t help but be incredibly obvious and slowly checked out his entire lofty length and immaculate facial features. Suddenly I was unable to breathe. A gasp is all I could let out once he pulled away from kissing me. It all happened so fast.He followed the kiss with a softer peck on my neck and softly whispered the number to his hotel room. The same fucking hotel room we are currently drinking at, the same fucking hotel room that I am staying. And get this: This Swedish God was only 3 doors down.

[pollenallergie]

Uncomfortable: Chapter Two

The No-Show

A/N: I know this chapter is super short, but I promise I’ll make it up to you all. Chapter Three is a little over 1,000 words (the length of a normal chapter) and I have a Swedish Heat (hehe I mean, Kasper Nordin) oneshot in the works. Chapter Three will be posted next Saturday (my typical posting day) and the Kasper oneshot will be posted next Thursday (I decided to post it earlier in the week to make up for the shortness of this chapter haha). Also sorry the spacing is weird on mobile, I still can’t figure out why that is.

Pairing: V!Faust x Reader/OFC

Description: She wasn’t from his world, that much he knew immediately. He didn’t mean to notice her, but he did. He was too proud to admit it, but she captivated him, she intrigued him, she lured him in without even trying, without even knowing it. She was too scared to admit it, but he captivated her too, she was drawn to him. They didn’t belong together, anybody could see that, but they wanted each other. Their love was strange and, frankly, it made them uncomfortable.

Warnings: mild anxiety/nervousness, one swear word, 18+ only

Word Count: 527 

   She hated that concert; not because it was loud or one fistfight short of being of a wholly violent experience.  No, no, she hated it because she was alone and she wasn't supposed to be. She only went to the concert because her roommate, Onya, was supposed to meet her there after work. However, unfortunately for her, Onya was a no show. With no convenient way to communicate with her roommate, she was left wondering if Onya would show up at all.

   Maybe Onya's just running late. Maybe she's stuck in traffic. I'm sure she'll be here any second now.

   These were all excuses she fed to herself while waiting in the loud, crowded venue for Onya to arrive. So, she sat there at the bar, nursing a lukewarm beer, which tasted like watered down piss, and listening to the snide ridicule aimed at her by a few people in the venue, all of them pretty far away from her but just close enough that she could hear them. 

   At first, she felt a few sets of eyes glaring and staring at her as she kept her head down and slowly sipped on her beer; however, once the band started to play, she could only feel the gaze of one set of eyes on her. On one hand, she wanted to look around the venue to see if she could spot the person who was staring. However, on the other hand, she was afraid to see who it was; she was afraid that it might be some daunting headbanger with murder in his eyes or some creepy perv, and honestly, she couldn't decide which was worse. So she kept her head down and remained rooted in place at her seat in the corner of the bar until she finally found an excuse to get out of there. 

Finally, right before the band began to play the last song of the night, she realized that Onya wasn't coming and mentally berated herself for not realizing that sooner. However, she was relieved that she’d finally realized that as it gave her an excuse to leave, so she grabbed her stuff, tipped the bartender, and got ready to finally high tail it out of there. It wasn't that the music was horrible, it was fine, incredibly loud and not really her taste in music, but fine nonetheless. The band was clearly talented and she could see why they had such a massive following in terms of underground standard, but between the mysterious person who had their eyes on her the whole night, the fact that she obviously stuck out like a sore thumb, and the snide comments that she had been on the receiving end of earlier, her anxiety was at an all-time high and she was more than ready to get the hell out of there. 

Before she left, she spared one last glance around the venue to see if she could find whoever had been staring at her. However, when she turned up with no leads, she decided to just chalk it up to her own paranoia. After she got out of the venue, she called a cab and promised herself that she would never go to one of the concerts ever again. That promise would later be broken.

taglist: no one at the moment :)

[sorryimviolet]

мᴀsтєяʟιѕт

вᴀᴅ ʜᴀвιтѕ  - Roman Godfrey

sᴀɴтᴀ вᴀвʏ - Bill Skarsgård

нєᴀтʟєѕѕ ƒιяє - Faust

ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ιѕѕυєѕ - Bill Skarsgård

Last updated: April 18, 2019