#valter skarsgard smut

[ibuprofenaddic]

wait……🫣

cus why is valter starting to look fine all of a sudden???🤨

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[raewritesfiction]

Hunger [Valter Skarsgard]

A/N: based on an anon ask from well over a year ago! I’m so sorry it took this long to get it written. I hope it was worth the wait.

Plot:

Pairing: female!Reader X Valter Skarsgard

Warnings: Smut. Strong language. Oral (female receiving). Over stimulation.

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Valter nips and sucks his way down your torso, his hands scratching over your ribs and massaging your breasts; fingers teasing your nipples relentlessly. His mouth continues down until he meets your panty line and grips them in his teeth.

You run your hands over his arms and up to his hands, guiding him to exactly what you wanted while his mouth makes quick work of your panties down your legs; you help by kicking them off to the floor and parting your legs.

Valter’s appetite for your pussy was like nothing you had known before, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

The man nips and kisses along your inner thighs and glides his hands down your form to your hips and then ass, squeezing enough to leave small bruises in your soft flesh. His light kisses and nips steadily become harder as he makes his way up from your knees; his mouth leaving more bruises to match your ass. Just when you were going to resort to begging for his mouth to be against your pussy he buries his face between your legs and sucks over you.

You moan and drop back on the bed, your hands fisting the sheets tightly while his tongue works its magic; dipping into every fold and leaving no part of you untouched before finally pushing inside your dripping cunt. He groans and hooks his arms under your thighs; one arm folding over your lower stomach and holding you against his mouth while the other finds one of your hands and clasps it tight.

Leaning up a little to watch Valter from your position you notice his sniper-like position stretched out on the bed between your legs, his hips rocking against the bed for friction as his lips suck over you, concentrating on your clit in pulses until you’re a squirming mess.

Valter growls and moans against your pussy, looking up under his lids with dark eyes to watch your tits rise and fall with each sharp inhale and exhale of pleasure. He rubs his thumb over your knuckle as you squeeze his hand, flexing your grip with every roll of his tongue.

“Oh god…!” You pant and arch off the bed. “V, I’m so close…!”

He groans roughly against you and doubles down on his efforts on your pussy; sucking, licking and lapping over you from back to front, grazing over you with his teeth and then attaching himself to your swollen clit.

You moan his name loudly and keep a tight hold on his hand in yours, your other pulling hard on the covers with your head starting to spin “feels so good… Too good! I don’t… I…” you whimper and move your hips the best you could.

Valter again sucks in pulses and moans, his hips rutting against the bed with fervour; pulling away for only a moment he looks up at you and says only three words.

“Cum for me…” lowering his mouth once more to your pussy and closing his lips over you. His arm tenses and holds your hips steady when they rock uncontrollably against him. Valter wants this to be all his doing.

You’d never thought the cliche ‘seeing stars’ trope was a real thing but as Valter eats you like you’re his last meal you can honestly say that it’s true because you were pretty sure there was a whole galaxy going off behind your eyelids. You cry out and grind your hips against Valter’s mouth, your thighs clamping his head in place but quickly you try to push him away as the feeling intensifies “too m-…oh!” You pull on the sheet beneath you, heading a loud rip as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Valter moans, pulling you back against him and burying his face against you once more, sucking on your clit hard, his tongue flicking over you quickly and tipping you over to cum again almost instantly.

He groans and laps over you, his arm holding you tight against his face as you cum and your taste on his lips and tongue push him to his own release with a loud moan.

Slowly your body relaxes and you release your iron grip on the bed, his hand and his head. Valter leaves sloppy kisses along your inner thighs again and strokes his hands over your form lightly. He hums quietly and looks up at you. “Are you doing okay baby?”

You manage to nod and hum in response, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “…you?”

“Oh sweetheart I’m very good…” he smiles and crawls up over you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“Sorry about the sheets…” you chuckle.

“I take it as a compliment baby!” He smiles and strokes your your back lightly as you fall asleep.

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[ill-skillsgard]

I’m IN NEED for something about Valter finding out you have a breeding kink 😭😭

Mmph, you know what? It's been a freaking minute since I wrote anything about our beautiful blond babe. I'll drink to that! Let's do it...

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Maybe you'd had too much to drink, or not enough, but you couldn't shake the urge to check in with him—to make sure he found your note and the dinner you left in the fridge. More than that, you worried he might be upset you skipped movie night to go out with your girls. It was a silly nothing. Valter wasn't possessive. He didn't care if you took a night off from lounging in your pyjamas, eating snacks with him in front of the TV, watching shows you'd both already seen a dozen times. Valter encouraged you to go out, especially now that it was actually allowed. You were itching to see your friends for a night out doing all the things you'd missed during isolation. Drinks, dancing, long, rambling conversations about relationships and whose hadn't survived the lockdown.

No, it was fine, you told yourself. Yet, you stared at Valter's name on your phone screen with your thumb hovering above the call button, the letters bordered with heart emojis at the top. A feminine hand came into your line of vision and clasped yours.

"Girl, don't. He's fine. He's not a child. Plus, didn't you say he's totally cool with you doing what you want?" Your friend criticized as gently as she could.

"I know, I know. I just kinda want to tell Valter where I'm at."

"You left a note, right? So, just leave it at that. If he's really as cool as you say he is, then he won't mind. He can't be as bad as your ex."

"Nobody could be as bad as my ex," you muttered. "He was a grade-A douchebag."

She sighed wistfully after a sip of her sugar-rimmed cocktail. "I'm glad you're not with him anymore. You make Valter sound so chill. What can I do to get a chill partner?"

"It was a fluke, I swear. He came out of nowhere. All six-foot-four of him."

"How's the...You know. The D? The dick, the cock, the schlong, the lap-hog?"

You spluttered into your glass and wiped your mouth as your friend giggled. "It's fine!"

"It's fine?" She mocked. "That doesn't sound promising."

"No, no. It's more than good. Trust me."

"Better than the ex? From what you told me, you two used to have some freaky sex."

You sighed wistfully. "Yeah, we did, didn't we? I don't know...Sex with Valter is just different. He's not as dominant as I would like."

"You should train the boy," she said between sips.

"I'm trying. He still won't blow inside of me. Insists he doesn't want to get me pregnant."

"But you're on birth control, right? So what's the big deal?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Valter gets nervous, I guess. Although, that's like my biggest turn-on."

"Mmm," she moaned. "I second that. Nothing like a nice creampie after a deep dicking."

"Oh my god, can you get any louder? Bartender, stop serving this animal," you tittered.

"What? It's true, and you know it."

With the help of your friends, you got through the night without calling Valter. Though, you insisted on getting home at a decent hour, expecting him to be asleep by the time you walked barefoot into your apartment carrying your strappy heels and purse. You took off your jacket, laid down your things and went to the bedroom where lights from the TV cast blocks of light over the carpet. When you turned the corner, you expected Valter to be asleep, having passed out while watching The Office, but that was not the case. What greeted you was more than you could register in one unblinking moment.

Valter was lying in bed sporting a hard-on hours in the making. He stared right at you, eyebrows close together and his lips stuck in a pout that usually meant something was wrong.

"Wow, did I um... Catch you at a bad time?" You snickered.

"No, I'd say your timing is perfect," he said. "Well? What's the hold-up? You just gonna stand there staring at it or are you gonna come over here and ride this cock?"

You were on him in a flash, tights barely off, his hands wrestling your shirt open, and sank into his lap with a mutual groan. The girth was enough to pop your eyes open. He must have been working himself up on purpose, for he pumped and pulsed incessantly, thick with arousal. You combed through his hair and watched his O-face turn his features soft. His hands gripped your ass, squeezing and leveraging you up and down until he rolled you back and took over with cervix-breaching thrusts. You twisted your hands into the sheets and clamped down on your lip to keep from squealing.

"How's that big dick feel, hm? You like getting wrecked? Is that what you like?" He gripped your chin and bore into your eyes. "Oh, yeah. Feels so good to get those nice, deep strokes, doesn't it?"

His sultry words robbed you of any adequate response. All you could do was whine as his hips slammed forth, drew back, slammed in again. Over and over until you gripped his arms as if the earth might crumble beneath you.

"Yeah, you like it nasty. Heard you on the phone talking to your girlfriends about how I'm not kinky enough for you. Not like your ex, who used to fill this pussy with cum all the time. Well, guess what? Now you're with me, and I'm the only man who gets to cum inside this tasty little gash."

"Oh my god," you said, eyes fluttering from the shock of hearing Valter growl.

"Bet you didn't know you pocket-dialled me. Is that what it takes for you to say what you want? Now you can tell your girls next time you see them how I dumped all my fucking cum inside you. Bred you like the filthy cum-slut you are. You wanna catch this load so bad? And who fucking cares if I get you pregnant, huh? All you're good for is taking this cock, and making me babies."

Valter delivered his promise after a few more minutes of spewing filth against your skin and positioning you so you could watch him tense up and climax so rigorously his thighs trembled and skin beaded with sweat. He dropped next to you and continued playing with your pussy, rubbing your clit and letting his cum run onto the sheets.

"Mm, sopping wet pussy dripping with cream. That's how it's fucking done."

He gathered you in his arms and kissed your forehead as his eyes closed, and his breath flattened. Shocked, you stayed next to him, wiggling your hips to feel the stickiness between your thighs.

"Hey, I just want you to know... I don't actually think you're only good for cumming inside and like procreation and all that shit. I just thought it might be hot to say since, I dunno, I guess that's what you like."

"I'm sorry, V. I should have told you first."

He kissed you again and pulled you into a one-armed embrace while he laid on his back, the TV tinting him in shades of blue. "It's okay, baby. Now I know, and I can think of new ways to make you all wet for me."

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[mypersonalrambling]

Okay I’m watching lords of chaos and I need a mean daddy! Faust mocking you while he fucks you in an alley way, late in the night and you’re whining about people are going to see, “Faust, please.. they’re gonna see,” And he laughs but keeps going, pushing harder and harder with one hand around your throat, “Let them fucking see, I’m fucking MY pussy. What are they gonna say about that huh? Quit whining like a fucking baby.” Elaborate if you want bb! Your writing is my fav ☺️

Thank you sweetie! 💜

Faust has made it no secret he will fuck you anywhere he pleases. He doesn’t care if there are zero or a thousand people around, when he wants your pussy he takes it. He’s always been daring, however lately he’s been pushing the boundaries.

He has started taking you with him to metal concerts and rarely do the two of you make it back to the shop before Faust has the urge to fuck. This concert barely finishes before he grabs your arm, pulling you towards an alley.

He all but throws you against the wall, trapping you between himself and it, his lips roughly pressed to yours. The kiss doesn’t last long, foreplay was never a priority to Faust.

He flips you around so your face is against the wall, your panties around your knees, skirt pushed so your ass was presented to him. Faust makes quick work of his pants, undoing them just enough for him to remove his cock.

He gives you no warning, thrusting his length in one swift motion. He reaches his right hand to your neck, squeezing, knowing the right amount of pressure. He’s fucking your harder and harder, relentless. The hand not around your throat was digging into your hip, making new bruises to cover the barely faded ones.

You try to concentrate on what he was doing, but you couldn’t help but worry someone will catch you. Every time footsteps could be heard your heart race quickened, “Faust, please...they’re gonna see.”

“Let them fucking see, I’m fucking my pussy. What are they gonna say about that huh? Quit whining like a fucking baby,” his tone mocking and slightly amused. The grip on your throat tightened causing you to let out a soft yelp. “Maybe I should fuck you at the concert next time. Show everyone who’s little fucking slut you are.”

This time footsteps sounded right around the corner, you were sure the two of you caught. Faust must have noticed as well because he picks up the pace, “Who’s pussy is this? Shout it for me.”

You hesitated angering him, a sharp smack on your ass caught your attention. “YOURS. It’s yours Daddy.”

“That’s right and I can do anything I want with it.” His hips rutting into yours, the sound of skin against skin echoing. Faust speeds up his pace, rhythm becoming sloppy. He slides his hand from your hip to your core, finding your bundle of nerves.

Soon your legs started to shake, barely able to keep yourself standing. When you began to clench around him, he applied more pressure to your clit and throat. The combination sending you over the edge. Faust came moments later, filling you to the brim. He only moved when he was sure you’d milked every last drop. “Take your panties off and give them to me. I want my come to run down your leg so everyone can see what a little slut you are.”

You maneuver yourself out of them, shyly handing them to him. He stuffs them in his pocket, making sure a part could be seen. When you rounded the corner two of his friends were leaning against the wall smirking as they saw you. “You two should make a tape. Sounded like a damn porno.”

“Fuck off,” Faust laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “C’mon, let’s go.” The walk to Faust’s place wasn’t long but by the time your arrived, his come had dripped to your feet. This only caused Faust to become riled up again, fucking and filling you with come three more times during the night.

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[sorryimviolet]

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

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

I love this boy

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

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[credulouskhaleesi]

Thinking of writing a controversial smutty Bill fic

It's nothing TOO crazy, but I don't see too many fic writers doing this and I generally don't care about anon hate, but I'm deciding whether I will have the patience for all the nonsense I could potentially receive.

Maybe I'll write a chapter and see what everyone thinks? It's basically going to be a super smutty cheating fic involving Alida. I'll most likely change her name or possibly not even refer to her by a name, but there will definitely be a pregnant girlfriend betrayal going on.

I know most Bill blogs don't write her in their fics for many reasons that I understand and can agree with, but as someone who is fucked up in the head at times and likes to be daring and different; it doesn't bother me too much and I've been wanting to see something like this for awhile. So I thought, "why don't I do it?" haha. I am tagging all of the Bill blogs I follow to see how many of them/their followers would be interested. IF I HAVE TAGGED IN THIS YOU AND YOU WISH TO BE UNTAGGED, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I'll have no problem, or feelings lost and will remove your tag.

Another thinggg, I absolutely love ma girl @rainbowmoosie so if this 1st chapter goes well, Valter will be incorporated in later chapters (because I love that man as well, he is to die for!) as a possible love interest as well.

Again all chapters will contain smut and I know there have been "crazier" fanfics/imagines out there, but I haven't seen anyone touch this subject for more of a realistic AU.

I'll definitely be doing my best to keep Bill's characters, as well as his family's as accurate as possible as well in terms of what I see from the internet. This may include their girlfriends as well but names will possibly be changed for them too. While I will try to stay true to their personalities/likes/dislikes, I will still make some AU differentiations as well.

I just feel like it may make the reader (who will be the main character of course) feel like this is all really happening or could possibly be a real scenario. I enjoy getting lost in a story and I'm hoping to bring that to my potential readers.

So at the moment I hardly have any followers because I'm a loser lol. Let alone too many Skargård-lovers as followers, so please feel free to follow me if you're interested, and/or comment if you want to be tagged. I always follow back. :)

I really want to get started on and finish chapter 1 tonight, so please let me know what you think! I'll start as soon as I get at least 5 people who tell me they are interested.

tldr; who would want to read a smutty cheating bill fic where he cheats on his pregnant girlfriend. Name of this girlfriend may be changed or may not even be mentioned. I will start and finish chapter 1 tonight if I can get at least 5 people on board.

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[so-writing]

Stream - Valter Skarsgard

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

Smut is rusty but I tried lol. Enjoy!

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Fifteen minutes or so? You good?

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

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

No. I’m spontaneous, you know that.

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

Right. See you there, Valter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventeen minutes passed until I was proven wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#valter skarsgard #Valter Skarsgård #valter skarsgard imagine #smut #I think #tagging is no fun #thanks for the request anon

[raewritesfiction]

Scratch That [Valter Skarsgard Imagine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do that again…!” he moans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– fin –

#Valter Skarsgard Imagine #Valter Skarsgard #valter skarsgård #Imagine #Scratch That #reader X valter skarsgard #valter skarsgard X reader

[ill-skillsgard]

Ugh my city has to do a week lovkdown again (Melbourne Australia) and I just moved in to my knew apartment alone! Could I get a little smutty one shot about Faust being with you during the lovkdown please?

Bummer about the lockdown, hun. I live in Canada where the lockdowns are made up and the weeks don't matter! Lol, but I'm always down for smut with Faust. I hope you enjoy!

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"No. This can't be happening. Not again! After how far we've come? I can't stay in this place for an entire week! I have no furniture. What am I supposed to do?"

Faust looked up at you through a curtain of black hair, his attention not fully instated due to the early hour. He sat on the edge of your boxspring-less mattress on the floor in his plaid boxer shorts, elbows resting on his spread thighs. The morning light irritated his eyes, and he laid across your bed, ignoring your distress, though it didn't stop you from complaining.

"Aren't you pissed?" You asked.

"No."

"What? Seriously?"

Faust lifted his head and watched you pace the room, lamenting your loss of freedom. You ping-ponged back and forth, blathering on until he caught your hand in a lazy grip.

"Hey, can you be quiet now? What's a week for you? Come back to bed."

You caught the glint in his eye and let yourself be pulled onto his lap. He rolled back and flipped you over, his groin the main point of suppression.

"You don't wanna fuck me for a week? Order food every day and not have to do anything but be naked and on top of me?"

"Or under you?" You asked, flashing a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, exactly."

"I suppose this is fine."

"By the end of this lockdown, you won't be able to fuckin' walk. You're gonna wanna stay home after what I do to your pussy."

You opened your mouth to answer him and caught his lips instead. A tongue licked out any lingering retort while a large hand pressed the sides of your throat in a secure vice. He stroked the column of your throat, growling. Hips rocked into your pelvis and forced your legs apart, bunching your sleep shirt around your waist to reveal your panties.

A thin layer of material prevented you from the full sensation of his cock sliding up and down your folds. It was an exhilarating tease. Even half-hard, he could spread you apart. Your moans reverberated over his shoulder and pooled in his collarbone. Your breath on his chest and neck made him feel awake. Closeness was not a common theme in Faust's life, which made you a rare treat he would not take for granted. Of course, Faust would never say what was on his mind before sex.

He sat back and hooked his boxers down, the elastic flinging his shaft into a bounce until he gripped the base. The head pressed against your panties, straining so palpably yet numbed by the cotton barricade. His teasing carried on. Faust stroked your clit and teased your lips, all without removing your underwear. He pulled them tight against you, admiring the shape of your lines, how the material stuck to your wetness.

"I'm gonna fuck you 'til you hate me. Until you're begging me to stop because your cunt just can't take any more of this cock. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, Faust."

"So, you want me to make it hurt? You're such a fuckin' slut for me; you don't care if I ruin your pussy?"

"I want you to ruin it, baby."

Faust rolled his shoulders, limbering up for the pounding he was about to give you. He stretched your underwear over and fluttered his lashes at what he saw.

"Fuck, I dunno. Doesn't sound like you want it bad enough. I mean, I can see how wet you are, but I'm still not sure."

"I really want it," you pouted. "Please? I need you inside me."

Not long after you begged, Faust eased into you, groaning all the way down until there was nothing left to do but pull out again. He gazed at his shaft coated with your liquid arousal and let it glide between your slit a few times before guiding it back in. It was a long, teasing process, but once he spread your wetness all over, he picked up speed and power. If there was a headboard, it would have smashed the drywall. He pumped into you hard and fast, grinding his teeth and squeezing any part of you within reach.

"Oh, yeah. Mm, oh fuck. Fuck, that's good. Oh, look at you. Taking this big fucking dick so well. How's that feel, honey? You like this cock in your little pussy?"

You whimpered in agreement as he clenched his eyes shut and cursed through his teeth, head floating in the clouds while his body hammered you into the mattress. He even pinched your folds around him and rubbed your clit while he went. Faust always made sure it felt good for you even while you gasped and mewled like an animal in pain.

He made good on his word and fucked you until it hurt, then pulled out to dip between your legs with an eager tongue. The wetness of his mouth soothed your skin, and soon, pure bliss took over. You forgot about the ache while he suckled and smacked his lips in the most intimate kiss he had ever given.

"How many times do you think I can make you come with my mouth?"

#faust stuff #valter skarsgard imagine #faust smut #valter skarsgard smut

[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.

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Proposals

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

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I really like this photo :)

(Photos not mine)

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Holiday with the Skarsgard Gentlemen: Valter and his Babe

Notes:  This has a little bit of everything for my readers. It is about friends  on holiday that end up running into Alex, Gustaf, Bill and Valter at a  bar they stop at in Stockholm. I got the info about Sweden from google so I hope it is not to unreliable. I shouldn’t need to say but it is  AU. Pure fantasy folks. It is subdivided into what kind of night You  have with your favorite guy. Flirting, giddiness, sex,  dancing, ice skating, and fireworks. “It will be a great adventure.” I say in  character as one of your friends on this adventure with you. 

Read from the beginning click Holiday with the Skarsgard Gentlemen

Mood board by: flowers-in-your-hayr

Valter runs his hand over the back of his neck as he made his way over to the table with the hot chicks. He was not sure what to do with his hands and didn't know where to sit. His hand accidentally brushed through your hair. You glanced up at him.

“Oh sorry.” He rubbed your one shoulder as you beamed up at him.  

“Sit down baby brother.” Gustof told him.  “Don’t be so creepy.” Most of your friends giggled even you. But one rolled her eyes and got up to go to the bar.  

Valter sat his tallness down next to you and looked around the table a moment. Then he looked at you like a lost puppy in need of Mothering. “Hey, Babe. How’s it going?”

Your hand reached over to his knees as you got close to his ear. “I’m very fine. No reason to feel nervous.”  

He gulped. “I’m cool.”

His knee jumped as your hand cheeped a little higher. “You sure baby Boy?”  

He took a big draw on his beer. “Can I buy you another drink?”

“I could have another.” You finish off your drink. “What were you up to before meeting up with us.’

“Stuff, Things.” He whispered in your ear like it was a huge secret. “You wanna join in that?”

You snickered. “stuff and things sounds so much fun.”  

“Hey Valter, you cool with getting home tonight if I take off in the SUV?” Gustaf glanced over to Bill, but he knew he could take care of himself. He wanted confirmation from Valter he would be okay.

“I think we can figure out something.” He grinned as you giggled.  

“Be mindful.” Gustaf reminded him. “You do represent this family. What one does, we all did.”

Valter rolls his eyes and mocks him in your ear. You laugh even though the mocking is quite childish. You are more than willing to take care of this baby boy for the night if he cannot be trusted to take care of himself. Gustaf and your friend take off. You glance to your friend with Bill and realize she is making fine work of her prey with her feminine wilds.  

“Take me away to do um stuff and things beautiful boy.”

He got up. “How about a boat ride? The fireworks should be starting in an hour or so.”  

You swipe your hands across his chest. “I like things that explode into the deep, dark...sky.”

Valter sucked in his breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah?”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘P’. “Now how do we get to that ride, boat ride?”

“Right this way.” He offered his hand. You took it. He  took you out to catch a taxi.  

When the Taxi driver said it would take a half hour to get to the destination you grinned. “Good.: Your hand drifted to undo his pants.

“I don’t think...”

You shushed him. “You don’t have to. Just enjoy.” You stroked his length. He widened his legs and his head fell back.  

You had him just about to pop when the driver stopped. “We have arrived.’”

Valter groaned as you got him together quickly without a finish. He wrapped his knee length coat around him before stepping out of the cab. You stepped out next as he was paying the driver.  

“The family Boat is this way, Babe.” He escorted you to the boat. “Once we anchor you can finish what you started. Possibly with more than your hand?” He winked.

You laughed. “I could properly apply some oral skills when we are alone.”

He sat down in the captain’s chair like he owned it. You sat beside him wrapped up in a blanket you found on deck. You knew the wind would be colder once he was zooming over the water. The water sprayed up the sides of the boat as he sped off. Valter turned the motor off dropping anchor in a perfect spot to see the fireworks when they started.

You both went to the bow where he grabbed a beer from the small cold box. “We always keep cold brew on here. You want one?” He settled down on the seating area.  

“Maybe in a few minutes.” You pulled the blanket around you, over his lap as you sank to your knees in front of him. You had his family jewels in hand within seconds fondling.  

You could barely hear his murmur of, “Oh, God yes.” as you stoked his fires once more. This time your tongue worked his growing length until your mouth finished him off. You took him to the back of your throat until his balls tightened. You only pull back enough to swallow all he had to give. It was an intoxicating moment. Your head popped up from under the blanket seeing him with his head basking in the moment. His tongue hung out the corner of his mouth. He kept one hand holding his beer as the other was grasping at the safety bar around the baot.

“Better?” You studied him as he broke his trance to look at you.  

“Perfect, Babe.” He took your face in his hand tilting it up a bit. “Just perfect.” He patted his knee. “Come sit right here.”

The blanket wrapped around you both as you kissed. The fireworks started to explode in dazzling displays lighting up the night.  You look to the firework in awe. Your eyes lit up like a child. He holds you close as you watch cheek to cheek.

“Oooo, ahhh, so beautiful.” You exclaimed.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is all pretty up there.”  

You clap enthusiastically as the finale sets the sky on fire with light. “That was great. This whole night is great.” You stand spinning. “I’m falling.” You landed back into his arms.

“I’m falling to.” He murmured on your lips kiss you again. “You want to see the island cottage?”

“Tomorrow.” You brushed your hand over his cheek. “I should check on my friends. I want to see who made it back to apartment. Besides you don’t want me this tied. I assure you.”

He pouted his bottom lip out as if it would get you to change your mind. “I’m sure your friends are fine. We would not want to walk in on anything.”

“Oh, we have walked in on each other and friends many times.” You laughed. “I will make it up to you if you make time for me tomorrow.”

“All right.” Valter made his way back to the captain’s chair with you beside him. He hit a button to bring up the anchor and stared the boat riding back towards the shores of Stockholm.

end

Gustaf and Princess are getting in from there excursion. She giggles as she opens the door. He sees Alex and Kitten fast asleep and hushes Princess. She snickers with her hand over her mouth as she grabs some bottled waters from the refrigerator.  

“I guess we were not the only ones to find something fun to do.” Princess whispered.  

“I’m not surprised whatsoever.” He took a big swig of his water. “I should probably take him home since I can’t take you home.” His eyebrow raised in a gesture that said he would rather take her home.

“Not so fast.” Princess grinned. “You want to see the bedroom?”

He nodded yes. Just then Valter and his girl came in the door laughing at a dirty joke he had told her seconds before. Gustaf tried to hush them, but Alex woke with a grumble.

“What time is it?” He gently slid his arm from under his girl. She stayed fast asleep somehow. “You good to drive us home Goos? He scrubbed his face.

“You're not going to wake her to say you are leaving?” Gustaf shook his head.  

“I’ll call tomorrow.” Alex shrugged. “We can hangout some more if they all want to.”

“Do you know where Bill went off to?” Gustaf asked.  

Bill came out of the bedroom. His girl wrapped around him. His thumb in her mouth as she laid on his shoulder. “I’m here. Let me tuck in this little sweetheart and we can head home. As Alex said we can hang out tomorrow.” His girl whined. “It’s okay Sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead as he carried her back in the room tucking her under the sheet and blanket snugly. “I’ll call you in the afternoon to make a day plan.  you are a sweet, amazing women.” He kissed her lips softly before getting dressed. He had just his boxer briefs on when he came out to greet the others.

The brother’s left. You and your friends slept amazingly well. The adventures with your new tour guides lasted throughout your trip.

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мᴀsтєяʟιѕт

вᴀᴅ ʜᴀвιтѕ  - Roman Godfrey

sᴀɴтᴀ вᴀвʏ - Bill Skarsgård

нєᴀтʟєѕѕ ƒιяє - Faust

ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ιѕѕυєѕ - Bill Skarsgård

Last updated: April 18, 2019

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