#faust lords of chaos

[lords-of-mayhem]

Occultus: Faust, I have a terrible secret to tell you. I ate those fancy soaps you bought for the bathroom. Faust: Oh my god! Occultus: That wasn't the real secret I wanted to tell you. I never graduated high school. Faust: Well, that still doesn't explain why you ate my soaps...Or maybe it does.

[the-osborn-way]

Eating him

FAUSTYYYY!!!!!!!!

HE'S SO CUTEEEEEE

[nom-nommmm1]

would you ever write anything for Faust?

Yes anon! Depending on what you’d like me to write but I would totally do it! 😽

[miniisunshine]

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

JUST LOOK AT THEM

[plusvanity]

I'm back with the bois

[princess-lvcifer]

[funeral-division]

💋FUCKSTRATED💋

Pairing: Bård Faust x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry love" He breathes out a soft laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Words: 1208

Characters: 6704

Date: 06/06/2024

Time: 18:26pm

Proofread: YES / NO

Signed: @funeral-division

[l3yley]

My otp♡

[hearts4cuts]

why do i adore this photo of Faust sm leikkkk

he looks so cute i cant TvT

ALSO THIS

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

[lucydixon]

Possessive!Dark Faust x Sweet/Shy!Reader

Summary: You're at a bar with the rest of the group, having a good time, when a stranger hits on you. Faust rushes over and stakes a claim. When you get home, he's desperate to make sure everyone knows that you're taken.

Warning: Knife play, unprotected p in v sex, harassment and blood.

“Can I buy you a drink?” You felt a hand brush up against the small of your back as a tall stranger wormed his way out of the crowd to your side. 

You blinked at him for a moment and couldn’t help but shrink back slightly. There was something predatory in his dark eyes that had you instantly regretting your insistence that you could walk to the bar to grab the next round alone. Faust had tried to come with you, but he looked like he was having fun and you wanted to let him relax. 

“I’m here with my boyfriend.” you told him softly, but just loud enough that he could still hear you over the loud chatter in the crowded bar. “No, thank you.” 

“I don’t see him.” his hand came to rest on your waist as he leered down at you. 

Your eyes darted back to the table, wide with panic, but then, you sighed in relief once you saw that Faust was already halfway across the bar. 

He’d been watching the entire time and shot to his feet the second he saw the stranger rounding on you. 

Faust grabbed him by the back of the shirt and all but threw him away from you, shoving him hard for good mesure. He looked down at you with a glimmer of concern underlying the rage he felt towards the asshole who’d touched you. 

“You okay?” 

You nodded, still a little startled.

The man stumbled, but turned back towards the two of you, looking furious. 

“What the hell man!” He spat, storming towards you once he’d gotten his legs back under him. 

“You don’t touch her.” He nodded towards you, draping an arm over your shoulders. “Ever.” 

“I don’t see your name on her.” The man’s fists clenched at his sides “She’s a big girl, she can decide for herself.” 

“I did.” You muttered, leaning into Faust. 

“Sounds like she did.” Faust snarled “she’s mine. I don’t want to see you even fucking look at her or else I’ll beat yoru head in.”

You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered in your chest from hearing him claim you like that. Like you were something to own.  

He guided you back over to the table, drinks forgotten, still glaring at the man as you went. You were pulled into his lap and didn’t protest, slightly shaken by the entire ordeal. You wanted nothing more than to be glued to his side. 

His lap would do just fine. 

“Faust!” You gasped when you felt his teeth on your neck and the way he was sucking at the skin, sure to leave a dark lovebite.  “That’s gonna bruise” 

“Good.” He muttered into the side of your throat. “I need everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Isn’t that right?” 

You could hear it in his voice, so close to the skin that you could feel his lips moving. 

Your bottom lip was caught in your teeth as you nodded, melting into him when he pulled you even closer. 

“Uh, guys?” Occultus looked at the two of you like you were crazy, along with the rest of the table. “Maybe get a room or something?” 

You were mortified, having completely forgotten where you were. Your cheeks burned as you hid your face in Faust’s neck. 

“We’re gonna go.” He nodded tightly, but you could hear the amusement in his voice. 

He nudged you to your feet, arm slung over your shoulder, and guided you out of the bar. You waved at the boys without looking, still blushing like a tomato. 

“Oh, god.” You groaned when the two of you finally stepped out into the night air. “That was so embarrassing.” 

“What? You don’t wanna be seen with me?” Faust teased, slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jeans “Huh?” 

“You know it’s not that.” You rolled your eyes and slapped him across to chest playfully. 

“I like when your cheeks get all red.” He smirked, leaning into you “especially when you’re using me to hide.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” You laughed “You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“There’s nothing cute about what I’m going to do to you when we get home.” He said it so casually that you did a double take before shuddering. 

Ever since Faust had stabbed that man to death, he’d gotten bolder. 

Despite being horrified by the act itself, and terrified that the police were going to come at any moment and take him, there was no arguing that you liked the way he’d been tossing you around lately. 

More often than not, you’d wake up bruised, with pink cheeks as you thought back on the night before and what the two of you had done. You’d roll over and Faust would pull you into his chest or peck you on the nose, same as he always did. Only now, there was always a little smirk. 

You were practically shaking with anticipation by the time you were climbing the steps to your apartment, hand in hand. He gave you a little squeeze before digging through his pockets for his keys and motioned for you to go in first. 

You could practically feel his eyes burning a hole into your  backside. 

Before you could even start taking off your shoes, He was on you, pinning you to the inside of the door, slamming it shut all in one move. 

His mouth was immediately on yours, demanding and sloppy as he hoisted you up into his arms. 

You gasped into his mouth from the shock of it, but wrapped your legs around him and kissed him back just as feverishly. He tasted like beer and faintly of the half cigarette he’d smoked on your way home. 

You usually hated the smell and taste of cigarettes, but you could barely think straight and couldn’t have given less of a shit in that moment. 

Your hands weaved into his hair, tugging at the roots when his hands squeezed your ass so hard that it hurt before dropping you on the kitchen counter. 

His mouth was latched onto your neck again, his tongue running over the stinging bruised once he’d broken all the blood vessels in his wake. 

You writhed beneath his touch, tugging at his shirt collar while he worked on the buttons at the front of yours, still sucking on your throat. 

“Shit.” He all but growled, nipping the skin on your collarbone once he’d managed to get your shirt off and shrug off his own “you’re so fucking hot, do you know that?” 

Your cheeks burned and you tried to hide your face in his chest, but he held you firmly. 

“Do you?” He cocked his head to the side, his gaze keeping you pinned in place. It was just so hungry and raw, full of blatant want for you that you couldn’t bring yourself ot look away “that’s why I’m constantly having to scare those kinds of fuckers away from you. Fuck, I wish I could brand you.” 

“I’d let you.” The words were spilling out your mouth, breathy and close enough to a moan that he had to grind himself against you just to keep from tearing the rest of your clothes off. 

“Yeah?” His eyes darkened as an idea came to mind “You really mean that?” 

You nodded, heart racing in your chest. 

“It would hurt a little.” 

“I’d still do it.” 

“Where?” he ducked his head down and captured your lips with his own, moving frantically against your mouth while he spoke into the kiss “Where do you want it, baby?” 

“Wherever you want” You moaned, wrapping your legs around him tighter. 

Faust wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on. 

His dick was weeping underneath the layers of clothes, desperately wanting to sink inside of your warmth. But he kept himself from fucking you right away. 

It took most of his willpower, but he managed to refrain. 

Instead, he picked you back up and threw you down on the bed. 

You bounced on the cheap mattress, unable to help the little giggle that slipped past your lips. Your cheeks burned. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked one last time, pulling a switchblade from his back pocket. 

You shook a little, unsure if it was anticipation of fear, but you nodded. 

Faust set it down on the mattress and crawled over to you, working quickly to rid you of what was left of your clothes, tossing them over his shoulder when he was finished. He looked down at you hungrily, trying to decide where he wanted to start. 

“What about right here?” He smirked, pressing his lips to the bottom of your stomach, just over your mound. “You want it here?” 

You shuddered, but nodded eagerly, eyes slightly widened and a little nervous. 

He felt his hips buck forward into the mattress, reaching for the knife. 

You flinched when it flicked open suddenly. 

“You don’t have to.” He told you, looking almost hesitant.

“I know.” You breathed, “I want to. I swear.” 

“You have to tell me if it’s too much.” 

“I will.” 

Faust swallowed thickly, a little horrified by the prospect of intentionally hurting you like this, but it was quickly drowned out by the rush of excitement. 

Just as the blade pressed against your skin, so lightly that you trembled beneath it, he looked up at you one last time before starting. 

“You’re not gonna ask what I’m gonna do?” 

“I trust you.” you shook your head, smiling softly. 

If you hadn’t looked so sure in that moment, he might have chickened out. But hearing you say that you trusted him while he was holding a knife to your stomach filled him with so much love and lust that he just had to do it. 

He kissed the skin one last time before dragging it down to mark the first line. 

You gasped, trying your hardest to stay still. 

It hurt, but not as bad as you’d thought it would. 

Immediately, blood began to bead along the cut. 

“You okay?” He asked immediately, relieved when you nodded. 

“Keep going.” 

Faust nodded, adjusting his grip on the knife handle before continuing. 

Despite insisting that you call him by his stage name when you were around his friends, and even sometimes when you were alone, Faust carved his legal first name into the soft flesh of your belly, careful and precise, elated that you wanted a piece of him with you forever, wherever you went. 

You sat still for the most part, twitching occasionally. 

At one point, you’d moaned and you’d both paused, looking shocked. 

Your cheeks warmed, but Faust looked wild with lust. 

When he was finished, he couldn’t help himself. 

Faust ducked his head down and ran his tongue over his name, collecting most of the blood and tasting it.

His eyes squeezed shut and for a moment, he thought he might cum then and there, but he collected himself. 

He sat back and admired his handiwork, gazing over at you so intensely that you were vibrating with desire. 

“Done?” You breathed, looking down at your stomach. 

He nodded and pulled you up onto your knees carefully, positioning you so that you could see for yourself in the mirror across from your bed. 

You admired the clean, precise lettering for a moment before swiped a stray drop of blood from rolling down your stomach, bringing your finger to your mouth without even thinking about it. 

Watching you do it had him dragging you to the edge of the mattress, unable to contain himself any longer. 

He dropped his pants and sunk down onto his knees, lining himself up with your entrance while you laid on your back. 

He lazily strokedd himself a few times, able to see his name so clearly from his position as he sunk into you slowly. 

You made a low, whining noise while he struggled not to cry out in sheer bliss, feeling you wrapped around him, gripping his cock while your stomach slowly oozed blood. 

Faust tried to contain himself. 

He really did. 

But within a minute, he was rutting into you roughly, slamming himself into your cervix each time he bottomed out. You were being so loud that the neighbours were banging on the wall, but neither of you cared. 

He was muttering curse words under his breath, unable to look away from the bleeding letters and quickly losing control of himself. 

He dipped his thumb down in between your folds, thumbing your clit ruthlessly, desperate to make you finish before he did. 

The pitch of your moans went up an octave and pretty soon, you were crashing over the edge, convulsing around him as you dragged him right along with you. 

Faust allowed himself another few lazy thrusts before slowing to a stop, buried inside you and still staring at your stomach.

When he withdrew, the sight of cum seeping out of you made his lightheaded. He flopped down on the mattress next to you, spent, and pulled you into his chest, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

"I love you more than anything. "He muttered into your hair. "Nobody is ever going to lay a hand on you and live, I promise you that."

"I love you too," you breathed, burying your face in his chest, suddenly exhausted, "More than life itself."

"Don't fall asleep yet." He nudged you gently, "need to get you cleaned up."

You grumbled softly, but let him peel you off of him so he could go get the first aid kit.

When he returned, he wiped whatever blood was left off your skin, peppering the surrounding area with kisses as he wrapped it up tenderly before crawling back into bed with you.

[ancient-qveen]

[lords-of-mayhem]

[madamemaximoff06]

The 4 most attractive characters from the “Lords of Chaos” movie:

And you can’t change my mind

[nom-nommmm1]

TRICKSTER - DEAD/PELLE

Content Warning !!: You and Pelle showering together, softdom!Pelle x fem!reader, fingering, unprotected p in v

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I heard Dead yell through the bathroom door. “Y/n?! Could you get me a towel?” He asked peaking his head through the door. “Yea one sec!” I yell back, pausing my movie and picking up a towel that was in a laundry basket and knocking on the bathroom door. “It’s unlocked!” Dead yells I open the door and Dead says “could you hand it to me?” I look a little confused but go along with it and hand it to him. Swish I drop the towel being pulled into the shower by his arms. I yelp as I feel the ice cold water hit my skin, Dead always took freezing showers.

“Pelle!” I gasp hitting his arm. I’m soaked and fully clothed. “Yes babe?” Dead asks innocently, connecting our noses. “Baby! Look at me I’m soaked!” I say shivering Dead chuckles. “You look good” his eyes scan my body, looking at my now see-through white shirt. I cover my body with my arms. “You’re not funny Pelle” I say trying to get out but he stops me, embracing me in a hug. “Please stay in here with me baby? It’s lonely in here without my sweetheart” he asks, laying his head in the crook of my neck giving me small tender kisses.

I sigh. “Ugh you’re so clingy, I guessss I can stay” Dead’s eyes light up as I say that. “Thank you baby!” He smiles again, kissing me softly but with a bit of firmness. Pelle slowly wraps his hands around my neck, pushing me to kiss him harder. I groan into the kiss making Dead chuckle. “Easy babe” he teases starting to play with the hem of my shirt.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” He asks referring to my clothes. The reality of the situation suddenly kicks in and I blush. I’m in the shower with my naked boyfriend. “Sweetheart?” Dead says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nod reassuring him. Dead starts to slowly take off my top.

Once my top is off he begins to kneed my breasts. I gasp quietly. “Is this okay?” He asks looking down at me. I nod eagerly and he stops. “I need words for me to keep going my love” he says. I whine looking at him, just staring made me weak in the knees as I tried to form a sentence. “P-please?” I ask a little embarrassed. Pelle chuckles as he suddenly picks me up, making me straddle his hips as he held my ass and thighs.

I gasp feeling his firm grip on my ass. Dead chuckles again and pulls me into a deep kiss. His wet hair starting to stick to my chest and face. He stopped kissing me looking in my eyes as he slowly removed my shorts. “Are you sure?” He asks looking at me with a serious but loving glare. “Yes” I say simply, that being the only word to come out of my clouded mind. Dead takes my shorts off all the way, throwing them out of the tub. I giggle as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

Dead deepens the kiss, pressing his body against mine creating any sort of friction he can have. He moves his lips to my chin, slowly moving to my collarbone, sucking on the salty skin. I cry out a moan. Pelle starts to suck harder moving his mouth to my chest kissing down it. He then takes one of my boobs into his mouth the other in his hand. He gently starts to suck on my nipple. He moves his free hand all over my body, giving me a few love taps as he does so.

Dead moans, seeing me above him. It’s almost intoxicating to him seeing me this torn up in his touch. I move my hands along Dead’s soaked hair, smoothing it down. Pelle takes his mouth off my chest to look up at me as his grip around my hips tighten, making me firm up my legs around his waist. I look down at him, moving his hair behind his ear as I see his cheeks light up a rosy color.

Pelle repositions me, putting my slit on his bulge. “Is it okay if we go further this time?” He asks, watching me closely. I yelp, feeling his bulge pulsing. He chuckles a little as he hears me. I nod my head to tell him to go and he slowly starts to push his long lengthy fingers into me. I moan as I feel him circle my clit with his thumb.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dead asks again, looking at me with gentleness. “I’m sure babe, I’m ready” I reply looking into his eyes as he pushes a finger into me again. And I whine for him to go faster and he corporates. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fingers me. Pelle moans as he feels the sting of my nails.

I bring him in a passionate kiss that soon turns into a make out session. Non stop moaning in each others mouths. As I’m about to cum Pelle pulls his fingers out of me. “Hey-“ I whimper. “Not just yet sweetheart, I know” he says pulling me closer to him. Pelle then grabs his member, teasing me with it.

I whine again.”Pelle!” he chuckles. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you are just so fun to play with” I blush as I feel Dead’s grip on my hips tighten. Dead repositioned me so I am comfortably straddling his waist. He looks at me for a moment before pushing his length into me. “Oh Pelle-“ I scream out, but he pulls out and covers my mouth with his free hand. “Cmon now darling, be quiet you don’t want Euro to hears us, do you?” He asks still keeping a firm hand on my mouth.

I shake my head no. “You promise to be quiet?” He asks a little teasingly. “Mhm mhm” I mutter in his hand whilst nodding. “Ok, I’m gonna take my hand off, be quiet” he warns as he slowly take his hand off. Pelle looks between us for a moment, our skin fully touching. We’ve never been this intimate and I could tell, Pelle was loving it.

After a little while of admiring me Dead came back to his senses. He pulled me close again and started to kiss me all over. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asks looking up at me still kissing my stomach. I giggle. “Hm, no why don’t you show me?” I smirk making Dead blush. “Oh really? M’kay” he says as he comes up to my level.

Pelle then slaps my ass making me squeal a little. “Be quiet babeee” he teased. Without warning Dead sticks his erection into me. I burry my face in his shoulder trying to muffle my moans. He then starts to pound into me without hesitation, bucking his hips into mine. I grip Pelles waist, thinking I’ll fall if I don’t.

He then starts to massage my clit as he pounds into me. The sensations start to take over me and I can feel them more than ever before. “Baby- I think I’m gonna-“ my orgasm cutting me off mid sentence.” “oh- mm” Dead whimpers as he feels my hot cum inside of him. He then pulls out and reaches his climax. He cums on my stomach. All of his liquids pouring down. “God you look so cute” he says before pulling me into a tender kiss. Dead moves me to the shower head, the freezing water I had forgotten about hitting me again, making me squeal.

“You couldn’t at least have turned the water up?!” I gasp as Pelle giggles. “Sorry baby, I had to get you clean” he says grabbing the soap and scrubbing me down thoroughly, inspecting my body whilst he scrubs. He then grabs my favorite shampoo. He rubs it in my scalp making me close my eyes in relaxation. He rinses me off and finishes up my conditioner. “You are just so perfect” he mumbles as he finishes ringing me off one last time. I open my eyes. “Nah that’s you babe” I say smiling with half lidded eyes.

We get out of the shower and dry off, putting on our matching pajamas. Pelle carries me to his room. “God what were you fucks doing in there” Euronymous says as he runs to the bathroom to pee. I blush a little embarrassed. Dead sets me on his bed and puts on a movie. He then lays on my stomach pretending to be well, dead. I play with his blonde locks as he drifts off to sleep. “Goodnight Dead” I say kissing the top of his head and drifting off to sleep myself.

A/n:hihihi this was my first ever smut, I hope you enjoyed bc I did and I kind gave up half way 😭 I hope you can’t notice it buttt yea that’s all. Enjoy!

[therealcalicali]

Valter Skarsgård as Faust - Lords of Chaos, 2018

[plusvanity]

Here we go