#valter skarsgård smut

[blueberrypancakesworld]

NSFW - Alphabet - Faust

warning : +18, minors don't interact, it's getting steamy under the cut

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°He is one of the best aftercare providers in the whole circle and among his friends (which is not too difficult when you know how the whole band defines affection and devotion and thinks of healthy relationships). Since the first time you slept together, he has pulled you close to him after sex, his hands tracing little circles over your skin, and even if he is quiet, you will know that he is grateful.

°Even after short laps due to lack of time, when he or you have to leave, he will at least hug you and give you a kiss so you won't forget him.

°,,You were amazing...as always".

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B = Bodypart (his favourite part of you and them)

°The other thing he loves is his hands, which he knows you love too, not least because he is more than skilled with them and knows what to do, and you just seem so fragile in his eyes in his hands and under him. The other thing he loved about himself is his height. He's taller than you, and that fact that you don't just have to look up at him slightly to look at him, but he just towers over you in everything he does, he loves that. Like the big bad wolf and the little red riding hood not knowing what's happening to them.

°He loves your hair whether you cut it short or long, even if he thinks long is best. Not only does he like to run his fingers through the soft strands and twist them back and forth between his fingers. He likes to grab you tighter, forcing you into a deep kiss or onto your knees. When he takes you from behind and pulls you against him like this. He just loves to control you like that.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°He just loves to cum all over you no matter where. On your belly, ass, back, legs, arms, hands or face he doesn't care where. The main thing is on you.

°He finds it more than arousing to watch the white sticky liquid spreading down your body, smearing it with his fingers just to try it himself and to see your fascinated and excited look.

°,,You look arousing".

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

°An open secret that he wants to do sometime, no matter what the circumstances. He wants to kill someone together with you, to be more precise, he wants to see you kill someone, splattered with the victim's blood, the knife in your hand. Still the knife in your hand, the blood warm and sticky on your naked body so that he can still take you on the spot.

°A fantasy or rather something in him that he hides is his side that wants to give itself to you. He loves to dominate you, to be the active part of the sex and just take control. But in him, this idea that you touch him tenderly, caress his cheek, treat him almost maternally and tell him how good he is. How good he is for you and how beautiful he looks under you. In short, to be dominated by you and to be submissive is something he wants to do but at the same time clashes with his gaze. That's not dark, is it?

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°He has so much experience that he's not completely inexperienced when it comes to your first time together.

°But even though he doesn't have the full experience, he is incredibly active in learning. He will ask and observe, he just wants to be perfect for you. Share your experience with yours. Especially going from a rather cautious lover to an active, dominating one is a goal he has set for himself since the beginning.

°,,l see what I've achieved...your pretty eyes are all suffused with lust".

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Doggy = He just loves to watch you slowly stretching into position. Your pretty body on the bed presenting itself to him. When he moves to you and lets his hands move over the warm skin of your back before he penetrates you. He just loves to either bury his hand in your hair and pull you against him. That thin line of praise and pain. When you can't take it anymore and you're just held up by his hands on your hips while the bed scrapes against the wall over and over again.

°Bow = When he kneels between your legs and pulls you lightly against him just to see not only you lying completely in front of him on the bed, but to feel your legs clinging to him just to get a little more of the pleasure. If you don't interlock your fingers, he can run his hands over your torso. Turning to your breasts, your hair, your expression of lust and arousal. And to your neck, around which he will put his hands more than once, increasing the pressure, feeling your fast heartbeat underneath. it's incredible.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°Sex is nothing too serious for him. He sees it as an important connection because of trust. However, for him it is not something to be worshipped completely. It's a time for him to have fun and love you more than a way to make love.

°However, I do think that he will bring a few jokes and comeatres before and after the act in order to close the mood or to initiate/improve it.

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°It's the same colour as on his head, although a little darker depending on the light, but you can hardly see it.

°He is actually always quite shaved, especially since he usually just takes it with him when he showers. But there are also days or weeks where he just doesn't care and if you don't care then he doesn't care either.

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°Even if sex is not the most intimate or equally valuable thing for him, it doesn't mean that he doesn't allow romance during it. He can be very romantic.

°During the moment, he uses most of his words to show you what he thinks of you, sweet words of praise to flatter you. When he's not sleeping with you, he'll give you little gifts, whether it's movies, cds, VHS tapes or a new collar that he promptly tries out.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

°Several times a week it doesn't take much. Before he met you, porn magazines and videos were usually enough for him. But when he saw you at a Mayhem concert, each of the actresses blurred into your image and each victim became you. He can't remember a time when he broke almost every VHS tape, so often he imagined himself with you.

°But also in your relationship when you make love to each other or put it into some kind of foreplay or show it excites him immensely. Simply the degree between teasing and pure fascination is something he appreciates and loves about you.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Breath Play = He just loves to put his hands not only around your body but also around your neck. The thought that he can kill someone like that and watch his victim die not only fascinates him, it also excites him. But he loves you, which is why he lets you pass out in the worst case (which happened once and he didn't care about you afterwards because he was afraid you would leave him). Which is why he loves to just put one or both hands around your neck and feel your heartbeat quicken by the second as he fucks your brains out.

°,,Your pulse is faster than usual, is my dick that good?"

°Knife Play = The knife is his constant companion next to you. Whether it's a quickie and the blunt or sharp side is pressed against your body. Or in a long night to leave beautiful stripes and stripes on you. Getting the blood through the blade and kissing and sucking it away. There are so many possibilities he wants to try. Or you can take the knife and hold it to his neck, a new experience that shouldn't excite him as much as he thought.

°,,You taste fantastic, just everything about you my sexy blood bag".

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

°The beanbag in the record shop is his favourite place to sit next to the couches in the basement. Since the beanbag is adjustable depending on your weight and how many people are sitting or lying on it, Faust loves to add a little extra experience to your sex. But most of all, it's funny if he slides off the beanbag so quickly, which makes for a few laughs.

°His room where he can lock the door and just have you to himself without anyone coming in or the music being so loud that he can't even hear you moaning. Which is why it's one of the safest and most comfortable places for him.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Gore = Whether it's a picture, a video/film or the laundry, as soon as he notices something like that and is completely immersed in it, he feels the excited tingling glide through his body before he almost frantically looks for you to watch it together with you before his hands have already sunk under your clothes and he secretly starts to go for what he wants. You can already feel his excitement, but you like to play the game of innocence over and over again.

°Blood = Whether you have accidentally hurt yourself or he has hurt himself or someone else. The smell and the image that shows itself to him is simply arousing. He doesn't know how to describe it himself, but after his first kill he has this feeling inside him to do it again and the excitement he felt seems to continue to exist.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Vanilla = It's not that he completely rejects just making love to you without any toys or little challenges is just not really arousing for him so he tries to avoid it. But if you want it that way, he will try to make it that way and slowly try to bring you closer to his desires.

°Latex = One material, or at least something of which he is not aware, is latex. With leather he is totally into it, he loves to touch the cold leather, to put your neck in the form of a collar or to feel the leathery handle of his knife. But latex is the exact opposite. It's just too hard for him to hold, let alone put on you comfortably. He likes the texture even less and it always feels to him like he's touching a cold, non-sticky gum. It's just not his.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°He loves it when you pleasure him like this, he can bury his fingers in your hair and give or keep control as he pleases. He just loves to let you do it and see if you tantalise him a bit or not. Not to mention that he can still put the collar on you and wipe away the rest of the cum with his fingers to try it himself if you haven't swallowed it all. But you still get the rewarding kiss and the praise.

°,,Fuck-ah you're so good-ah in that."

°Similar to Dead, he is completely fascinated by this. He'll hug you from behind and derig you onto the bed, only to get off you and immediately get down on his knees and practically rip your clothes off and treat himself to the best there is. He's more than just concerned about giving you a good time, he's also concerned about your reaction to him. Whether in the form of your moans and pleas, the slight trembling of your legs, everything is reward enough for him. Especially when he leaves little red sweet burning scratches on your thighs with his fingernails. He just likes to hold you in spite of everything.

°,,You're sexy as hell when you beg to come".

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°He is usually a mix of both, initially rather slow and almost cautious. Always watching and observing how you react to him and how you sink into lust.

°But as soon as the lust and excitement has clouded his brain, there's no stopping him. It's not for nothing that the wood of his bed is already slightly scraped by the constant banging against the wall.

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Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes, he is definitely a fan of quickies because they are good for settling down and go fast which is doubly good when he doesn't have too much time.

°Not too often, it depends on how much time you both have, before a concert and you've got about twenty minutes to go. In a side street before you go to the record shop why not? Or after a concert in the backstage area everything is inside.

°,,You, me and the dressing room over there?"

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°He doesn't really have any experience in experimenting. The relationships before you were really just dull and lacklustre. But with you, since you've been together, you've both been experimenting with each other.

°He almost never says no to taking a risk, whether it's something new or a quickie. Unless it's a bad time and/or it's something he doesn't like at all or something you don't like.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°He has more than just good stamina and strength which is not least due to the fact that he does at least some training because murdering a person just like that takes time. But as for the sex, at least 3 rounds are possible, of course, depending on how much you both feel like it. But it is certain that the night is long.

°,,That was only round two, but you can't go another round, my sweet".

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Knife = His knife, which he always carries with him everywhere, has become his favourite sex toy as well as a murder weapon. After you two have become familiar with it, he uses it almost all the time. Little red stripes on your body are part of it. This narrow degree of lust, the fear of stabbing and the thought of committing murder simply excites him. Even if he should hurt your skin, he immediately covers it up with his lips kissing the wound and the words of praise.

°,,You mean so much to me, I mean look at how beautiful you are".

°Collar/Leash = He likes to use this on you in the doggy position when he doesn't have your hair in his hand he will use it with pleasure to pull you towards him. Running his fingers over the cool leather that nestles against you simply triggers a desirable kind of desire in him.

°,,Shit, you don't know how good you look".

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°He likes it especially to see how you react to it. Be it like I said in a bar with Mayhem and he lets his hand go under the table and puts it on your thigh.

°,,What's the matter, sweetie?"

°But even if you start to tease him, even if it's just a suggestive look, he'll go for it and it's almost a make out session which is commented on by the others rolling their eyes.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

°He is loud at least when he knows you are alone. Because then it's almost too dangerous for him to get caught, especially if it's in a busy place. But even then, with a certain alcohol level, he doesn't care in the end.

°Moaning loudly. He is not ashamed of it and will tell you and others within earshot how good you are and how incredible everything feels.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°The thought of you two committing murder together, since he got away with one for now, is more than stimulating to him. Imagining what weapons you would both take, pick a victim and just do it. Together it must feel wonderful - at least he's convinced of that.

°Shoot a snuff film with you, you hold the camera while he does the deeds and they are real and not acted out. The porn sequences in between you both shoot with pleasure, the only question is which of Mayhem and the coven may be the lucky cameraman.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°He has a happy trail that is just as dark as his hair and is clearly visible depending on whether he keeps it or rides it off. From the size 16cm/6,29921 he is well equipped but from the width his diameter is the thickest of all not only the band of the whole group. You can get your fingers around it but they only almost touch.

°He knows he is good looking. He knows he turns you on and you find him attractive. He knows you're watching him, and not just when he gets out of the shower with a towel around his hips, his hair wet, and you watch every drop of water as it glides over his skin. He fucking loves it.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°High. Very high. Even if you can't tell by listening to music or watching movies for hours and talking about his fantasies. But in between all that, he's all about you.

°Especially when you are together in the basement of the record store or at his house his hands are always on you. A little play with your hair strand and sweet perverted purring words. His hand on your or your thigh to your centre or your breasts he is all over you.

°,,Fuck...I mean the sight of you...how about we get out of here and well you know".

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°There are two possibilities the first is that he takes a long time to fall asleep. Which is more likely to be because he either watches a movie or starts talking to you about anything afterwards.

°The second possibility is that he falls asleep immediately afterwards. Of course after all the aftercare but when you have adjusted your pillow and are about to ask him something you don't hear anything from him except a little snore. A big grizzly bear sleeping gently next to his little lamb.

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@mayhem-things , @beldamama , @bvg-w1res

[ibuprofenaddic]

wait……🫣

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

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 12

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, ageism, anxiety, jealousy, family problems, sexism, voyeurism.

Aurora closed the door to the nursery. The doors were old so they could easily make sounds but this time she succeeded even if she felt her heart beating hard in her chest. She took some deep breaths and brought the baby monitor to the bedroom.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

She shouldn't get so worked up just by Bill's family visiting but it didn't feel good at all. It was too soon.

Aurora sat down on the bed and continued to breathe deeply. She looked at the baby monitor and regretted that she had left the baby alone. She was an awful mother for doing that but she couldn't let Bill's family meet the baby and she couldn't walk down in her condition. Wearing an oversized loungewear set and her tired face without makeup? No, no, no. She wouldn't become that mother. To be able to walk down she must fix herself, do her makeup and change clothes but when she sat on the bed she knew it wouldn't happen, she just wanted to be close to her baby girl.

She tipped toed back to Isadora's room again and opened the door just as carefully as she had closed it. Now it made a sound and in panic she opened it fast and closed it behind her. They had definitely heard the sound from it. Definitely. Aurora could hear her pulse in her ears when she took a look at her perfect little baby sleeping calmly. Everything was okay. She breathed out then she sat down in front of the door so no one could come in. Not even Bill.

"We did some research and she must be tiny! Isadora, we mean, we already know Aurora is," joked Valter and looked around in the house. He was a bit jealous of their house.

"She is small… It doesn't feel like you’re holding anything when she is in your arms so sometimes I wonder if she really is there," said Bill with a smirk while he welcomed them into the living room.

"Is Aurora upstairs? Do you think she can find some time to say hello?" Said his mother in her soft voice and gave him a careful smile.

"Yeah, Isadora was sleeping so she should be able to come down."

"With the baby?" Asked his middle daughter with a hopeful smile.

Bill gave her an empathic smile and sighed. He was about to talk to his younger girls, saying that Isadora still was too small to meet so many people but Eija took over.

"You will see her soon, but today we are just here to meet your dad and Aurora. Isadora must sleep for some days now," she said with a kind smirk and Bill's younger daughters smiled but looked disappointed but there was no point trying to fight her like they did with their dad. Bill's older daughter understood, she had read about premature babies by herself and understood Isadora was really sensitive when she was just a week old. Bill gave Eija a thankful smile, his older daughter a proud one and then he stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and nodded to the stairs.

"I will see where Aurora is."

Aurora still sat on the floor in front of the door, like she was afraid a murderer would get in, instead she was hiding herself and her child from her husband's family. She just waited on that somebody would try to open the door, she didn't know what she would do then, she just knew she must stop them from coming into the nursery.

Bill gave a fast look into their bedroom, then the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. She wasn't there even if the baby monitor was lying on the bed so it was obvious she was in the nursery. Bill didn't think much about it and walked up to the door and pushed down the handle but met a weird resistance when he tried to open it. He furrowed his brows and tried again without saying anything. Aurora, who felt Bill trying to push up the door, didn't breathe but leaned back, with all her weight, against the door.

"Babe? Are you there?" Asked Bill confused but also worried. It wasn't a situation he had expected and imagine several reasons why the door couldn't open. Aurora took a deep breath but couldn't stop the tears from spilling out.

"Please Bill… Please just go…" she said with a shaky voice. She didn't really want him to go but just that his family would but she didn't dare saying that. He would probably misunderstand and believe that she hated his family. She loved his family but right then and there she just wanted her baby for herself.

"Lou? Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly. Aurora sighed and looked towards the bed again. She knew she shouldn't keep him from his daughter but the anxiety made it feel like her only option.

"We're okay, the both of us."

Bill leaned his forehead against the door. He shouldn't have let his family in. It was too early for Isadora to meet them but clearly also too early for Aurora. She was much more sensitive than him and he could imagine it was even worse that she hadn't been with her mother yet. She needed her mom.

"I let them know you need some privacy…"

"Please don't say that…" she weeped. Bill swallowed hard and waited for more instructions. "They will hate me…"

"No, they love you. You know that."

Aurora sat silent and wondered which members of his family were actually there. There was just one she could meet. That she actually wanted to meet.

"Is Stellan here?" She said carefully. Bill smiled a little. It was really sweet how much she liked his father. Maybe it was that father figure she sometimes missed.

"Unfortunately not… Do you want me to call him? I just think he is filming today but he will come for you, I'm sure of it."

Aurora sat quietly and looked at her destroyed nails. She didn't want to bother Stellan but she would feel better by having his stable aura around. But he was working. He would probably work until the day he was a corpse and she could see herself in that. She could see Bill in that.

"I want to be alone with him…" she said lowly so Bill would understand she didn't want to meet the others.

"Okay… I’ll ask them to go but… Do you want me to go too?" He asked carefully. It burned in his throat. He didn't want to confess it but it would hurt if she chose his father instead of him.

"No, of course not… I would let you in now if… If…"

He understood she was afraid someone else would come up but that didn't matter, as long as she wanted him there.

"Daaad!" His middle daughter whined, disappointed by his news.

"None of that, it can be really emotional to have a baby. Aurora has fought hard the last few days," said his mother to the girl. It was obvious they listened more when someone else told them, they knew they couldn't play on their bad conscience.

Bill was grateful for that, he knew his middle daughter had her views about him and his wife.

When they all started to leave Bill made a sign to his mother to follow him.

"She has asked for dad so you know." He was a bit worried it would be misunderstood but his mother just smiled. She could also understand that she needed the man that gracefully had filled a bit of the void after her father.

"That sounds good." She looked at Bill a few seconds before daring to ask about his middle daughter. Bill sighed.

"There have been some problems, yeah. I think the baby will change things but now she seems a bit entitled to Isadora just because she was there…" Bill shook his head with an amused but worried smile.

His mother nodded and then let him know she would help if it was something and that he should give Aurora a big hug.

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Bill got warm by seeing Aurora so calm and happy. It was a lot to take in, in the picture in front of him but right then and there he mostly looked with love at his wife who giggled and played with the braids in her hair. Bill's father, Stellan, sat next to her, talking baby with the little girl in his arms. She made a smacking sound but hadn't opened her eyes yet. It was a lovely scene. His wife, with his father and their little baby daughter and Bill was happy how calm Aurora was in that setting. He saw himself as a thoughtful person but had missed how much Aurora needed the calmness right now. She needed to just appreciate the moment and his father let him see that. In this age he rarely needed to ask his father for advice, his face was a reminder for everything he stood for and everything he had said. Bill knew he would say to him to just make Aurora happy, that if that was a struggle he was the one that didn't fight hard enough. Bill also knew his father would never understand if he screwed it up with Aurora, Aurora was not the kind of girl you passed by through life, she was end game.

"Have you any work planned now?" Asked Stellan and Bill was prepared to answer when he realized Stellan asked Aurora. He should really get used to having a wife with a big career just like him but he kind of forgot that all the time. It wasn't anything against Aurora or her career because he loved that she had her own thing and was proud of her but before Aurora all such questions were to him. With his older daughters it was just his schedule to think about.

"It's a bit tough right now… Ehh my team wasn't really prepared for me to become a mother?" Said Aurora with a shoulder shrug. "We have six recorded songs that they want to release as an EP but like… I don't know if I can stand for the songs anymore?"

Stellan nodded and gave her a fatherly look.

"Don't lose yourself, either towards your team or the mother role. You can do it all, you can be whoever you like."

Aurora nodded a little and gave Bill a fast look.

"I want to do something new and like, leave some things behind. I feel different now and I want to embrace that."

"So do that. If someone doesn't want you to evolve you should leave them behind. Or if someone tries to push you in the wrong direction. You have all the resources to do everything you want, Aurora."

Aurora smiled at her father in law and looked down at Isadora sleeping in his arms. Bill just looked at her admiring but there was also a worry in his eyes.

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Bill, Aurora and Isadora slowly grew to a union the closest week. Aurora became more and more sure in her role as a mother while Bill also found his role. He had in some ways believed he knew everything about how to be a father and had tried to just apply that to life with Isadora and Aurora but it was different and sometimes he needed to take a step back and realize he didn't have all the answers. He saw himself as an engaged father with his oldest daughters but Aurora was the co-parenting much more obvious. She had work and commitments his ex didn't have and that made their parenting and dynamic really different. Bill had much more alone time with Isadora then he has had with his older girls and Aurora never distrusted him like his ex did. Just because his ex always had the girls more she had a belief she knew better and had the right to make decisions without him. Even if they had just been parents a couple of weeks, Bill noticed the difference fast. He needed to take more responsibility but also felt like a bigger part of Isadora's life.

Even more changed when Isadora started to become her own person. When she opened her eyes and looked at them she did it with furrowed brows and pouty lips. Aurora said it was Bill's deep thinking face, he thought it looked more like Aurora when she was pissed at him. The face seemed to have stuck to the girl's face and both the parents wondered what she thought about. They laughed a lot at the face and started to imagine they had got a bit of a diva daughter, it also made them fuss even more with her. Her highness, Isis, always needed more attention.

Bill sat with Isis in his arms, bottle feeding her while Aurora stood in the home studio recording some new material. It was just easier that they also could bottle feed her instead of Aurora needing to pause her work all the time. Bill sat next to Mathias by the mixer table, fiddling with an RnB beat while Isis ate greedily in his arms. Aurora had warned him some days before that Mathias would come, that he was the best in Stockholm to help her with her new sound so now he sat next to her ex but he actually didn't feel that much. It was him that had knocked up Aurora and now sat with their perfect kid in his arms.

He changed focus when he heard the door to the basement they were in open.

"We are here now!" Shouted his oldest daughter and made Isis release the bottle and look at her father shocked. She still had the same furrowed brows and Bill smiled at her amused.

"It's just your sister…" he whispered to her.

The shouting made Mathias stop the music and Bill gave Aurora a nod towards the stairs so she would know what was happening.

Bill and Aurora walked up the stairs with Isis, Mathias stayed to finish up but also because it probably would be a bit cringe if they all went up together.

Bill's daughters had sat down in the living room but they all sat on the edge of their seats, excited to meet their baby sister. They had seen pictures of her and it looked like she had already grown.

"Hey girls…" said Bill lowly when they walked into the living room together. Aurora smiled and gave his eight year old daughter a hug. She sat closest so it just came natural.

All three girls just looked at the little baby laying against their father's wide chest.

"Oh my god…!" Exclaimed his oldest with an adoring voice. "She really is super tiny!"

Bill smiled and sat down on the couch in the middle of his twelve year old daughter and the younger one. His oldest chose to lean over the armrest to look at Isadora.

"This is Isis…" Said Bill and laid her down on a pillow in his lap. The baby looked around confused with her usual expression. She didn't look impressed by her sisters at all.

"Isis?" Asked his middle daughter and looked between Bill and the baby. Isadora was dressed in a beige and white striped bodysuit and baby pink soft pants. Her eyes were darker than his other daughters and he knew they would be brown as her mother's with time.

"It's just a nickname," said Bill and smiled. He fixed Isadora's hair, even that was different from his other daughters. They had almost nothing as babies while Isadora has obvious dark hair that soon would cover her head.

"You already have given her a nickname?" Said his middle daughter disappointedly. "I want to call her Dora or Doris,” said his younger daughter. Bill smiled at her.

"That's also pretty."

Bill looked up at Aurora that sat relaxed in her arm chair and smiled at them. It was nice seeing them all together, it was also nice to know Isadora had siblings, even if she herself was sure she didn't want anymore kids.

Bill let his oldest sit in the other arm chair with Isadora in her arms, her sisters then moved to stand by her side, continuing to stare at Isadora who stared back with a skeptical look.

"She looks a bit…" said his oldest daughter and didn't dare to finish the sentences.

"The b-word?" Said Aurora and giggled.

"Yeah!" The teenager laughed and so did Aurora. Bill just smirked.

"But the cutest little b-word," said his oldest. His middle daughter obviously knew what word they meant and looked at them strangely.

"Why did grandpa get to meet her first?" She asked. She still sounded irritated and Bill gave Aurora a quick look. Obviously they still would have some problems with her. It was the age, they both thought.

"It felt good. You know, he is my father and important to both me and Aurora," said Bill matter of factly.

"Aren't we that?"

Her older sister sighed.

"Who the fuck cares? We are here now. Grandpa is the only one who has met her before us and he is old and calm and good with babies."

His oldest was irritated, something Isis must have noticed because she started to cry in her arms.

"Let me…" said Aurora with a low voice and took her baby girl carefully so she could comfort her against her chest.

"We don't need to talk to each other like that," Bill turned to his oldest daughter, "but it is true. Grandpa is great with kids and a good person to be the first to meet Isadora. She is a sensitive girl so you should act just as calmly as grandpa, okay?" He said to all of them and they nodded with low eyes.

"I've said this to you before but I'm saying it again so you remember. I love all four of you just as much but things will be different for Isadora than it is for you. Isadora is my and Aurora's baby so we together will sometimes decide things that me and your mother haven't decided for you. Like the room, this is my and Aurora's home. Aurora is the one who has decorated all the rooms here and she also decorated Isadora's nursery. I know her room is more lavish than your nurseries were and that's not because I favor her but because you have different mothers. But also, your rooms here is just as pretty as Isis', you know that when you think about it." Bill took a break and watched Aurora and Isadora. He wanted to see Aurora was cool with what he was saying and she smiled a little towards him.

"Isadora will also be with me all the time now. This is her only home so she will be here when you're not here and she will follow me and Aurora in our work, many times without you." He said calmly and leaned forward on the couch. He looked at his daughters with searching eyes and it was obvious none of them had thought about this. Their dad now had a child that would have the luxury to be with him much more than them.

"Ehh.. I'm going now?" Mathias stood in the door opening and pointed towards the door. Aurora gave him a bit of an excusing smile and stood up with Isadora. She followed him out in the hallway, both because it was a nice gesture but also to give Bill alone time with his three older daughters.

"But… Can't we live here too? All the time?" Said his youngest, confused and sat down in the armchair Aurora had been sitting in.

Bill smiled a bit sadly towards her.

"Your mom would be really sad then…"

She would have been mad as hell at him but he didn't say that.

His youngest nodded with lowered eyes.

"It's okay, dad. Like, things change?" Said his oldest. It was obvious she also had strong feelings about it all but chose to try to deal with them.

"Yeah, it was the same for me when grandpa married Megan, you know?"

He smiled towards his daughters but stopped his eyes at his middle daughter. She didn't say anything, stood just with a lowered head.

"Where is Isadora?" She asked after a while and looked up.

"She is with Aurora, maybe they walked up to the nursery?" He said a bit confused. He thought he would get a stronger reaction from her.

She walked up to the second floor while the others stayed a bit confused in the living room.

Aurora had said goodbye to Mathias and then walked up to the nursery. Isis had gotten cranky and she knew it was time for a diaper change. When Bill's middle daughter came up Aurora stood in front of the changing table talking softly to her daughter. She brushed her hair with a soft baby brush while the baby looked up at her mother with big eyes.

"Can I move in here? Like live here all the time?" Bill's daughter suddenly asked in the doorway and made Aurora jump. She laughed a bit at her own reaction but then looked at the girl with a crooked smile.

"I don't know… I mean, you complain a lot about the ferry ride to school already…" she tried. It was true, the fifteen minutes long ferry ride seemed to be fifteen hours if you listened to the girl.

"And think about your mother?"

"She has the other two…" the girl said and looked down at Isis. She dragged a finger over her smooth little tummy.

"You know I'm not the one to decide that…" said Aurora but she liked seeing how the girl’s eyes warmed by looking at her baby sister.

"Dad, listens to you… All the time. He doesn't listen to us like that. Not mom either."

"That's because I'm his wife. You know, we have decided that we are a team, when we got married."

The girl nodded and looked at Aurora a bit.

"It's because you're hot, right? Because you and dad… Do stuff?" The girl blushed but still looked directly at Aurora. Aurora didn't know what to say and laughed nervously. "It's okay. I get it… You can do that, I still want to live here."

Aurora started to dress Isis to have something else to do than talking with Bill's daughter. She didn't want to say it out loud too but she felt a bit offended by her comment, that she believed her father just was with her because of her looks and the sex.

"I think you should talk with your dad instead…"

×××

6 weeks later…

Bill looked at Aurora sitting in the bed with Isis. She laid in a baby nest in front of her while Aurora played with a necklace over her. The girl liked to stare at it while it moved side to side. As the princess she was she just wanted to look at Aurora's diamond necklaces, the time Bill had tried with his simple neck chain she had yawned and closed her eyes. They laughed often at her by such things.

Both the parents thought she was an unusually cute baby, with big brown eyes and pouty lips. She was small and now had wild brown hair. Aurora often tried to put a bow in but the hair was too soft for the bow to stay there. But it seemed like many agreed with them. Aurora's mom had become crazy about her and laughed until she cried from seeing the girl smile, it was because of gas in her belly but they pretend like it was real smiles. Bill's family showered her in attention because she was the only baby in the family and also because she acted like a little diva. That was also her nickname in the family. Even Bill's ex had stopped her usual ways and gave the baby a big smile. But the one who seemed to be most charmed by Isadora was her sisters. They didn't want to do anything else than be with the baby when they were there, so much that both of the parents could feel it was a bit much. Even if the girls were there they wanted some alone time with their little baby, especially Aurora who just wanted to be able to sit in the nursery and breast feed without having someone lean over the armrest. They thought about talking to them but then they had bigger problems. His middle daughter started to come even the weeks she should live at her mother's place. They couldn't say so much about it because Bill was her dad and he wanted them to always feel welcomed but it became so much she disturbed them in their work, time with friends and also their love life. Bill and Aurora hadn't slept with each other since the birth and Bill really wanted to create some romance so he could seduce her but instead he was forced to set the table for three people and hide away the sensual gifts he wanted to give his wife. It didn't work and they were forced to set up some rules. She couldn't come to them unannounced anymore.

×××

"So like, you can just be there every other week?" The thirteen year old Algot said to his girlfriend, Bill Skarsgård's twelve year old daughter. They sat on swings on the schoolyard after most people had gone home, even if it was in the beginning of snowy december.

"Yeah, sort of. Aurora has work and blablabla… I haven't seen Isis for four days. Like, she is my sister. I should be able to see her whenever I want."

"Totally. Sounds fucked up. I thought it was your home too?"

"It is! But I don't know…"

"I read that Aurora likes to be naked a lot. Maybe it's because of that?"

Bill's daughter gave him a look with furrowed brows.

"Where did you read that?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked out in the air. She was annoyed at him quite often because he always made everything about sex, Aurora's looks and even how her dad looked.

"But you have the code to the door, right?" Said Algot and stood up on the swing.

"Yeah."

"Then it's just for us to go there? Like, you can sneak in and then you can take her when they don't see?"

She gave Algot a look. She first thought it was the most stupid idea but then she looked down at her phone and saw the picture of Isis with her cute white hat with a big pink bow on. She really looked like a princess baby. She thought about the smell of the baby and her soft skin and felt a rush of sisterly love in her body. She needed to be with her now, now, now.

×××

Bill stood in the kitchen against the counter drinking a well needed cup of coffee. He had just come out from the shower after a heavy work out session and after that taking care of Isis. She now slept in her bed and he had some time for himself. He just felt the need to stand there a while, look out over the ice covered ocean and listen to his music. His depressing, bluesy music. It was nice with the alone time but ten minutes of that he was happy seeing Aurora coming into the kitchen. She was dressed in her workout clothes and had her hair in a high ponytail. She smiled big at him and opened the fridge in search of a bottle of water. Bill always forgot to buy that because he always drank from the tap but she wanted it that way. He looked at her ass shamelessly while she bent down and once again thought about sex. He would cook lamb that night and he had a massage oil in the night stand drawer.

"It was nice to do a workout today," she giggled while opening the bottle. She leaned against the counter next to him and he looked down at her with a smirk.

"Good you start to feel like you're on your way back."

Aurora nodded with a smile and pulled up his shirt to look at his stomach. He had become softer under the pregnancy but now she could see abs again.

"Working out four times a week is good for you too," she said teasingly and he bent down to kiss her.

"Sorry for interrupting. But Bill, should we look at the schedule?" Said their trainer in the doorway. They often arranged it like that, that the trainer came out to the island and had sessions with them both.

"Sure." Bill smiled at Aurora a bit disappointed and she made a shoulder shrug with a playful face.

"I'm going into the shower," she said and then said goodbye to the trainer. When she disappeared Bill realized that both he and the trainer had looked at her intensely while she walked out from the kitchen.

"I shouldn't say this but… Wow… I mean, she is strong after the pregnancy," said the trainer and Bill nodded a little.

"Do you want coffee?" He asked and fixed his gray sweatpants with a nonchalant face.

They sat down by the kitchen table and tried to create a schedule for Bill, prepare him for his next movie role but then Aurora walked by the doorway in a towel the both of them looked up at her.

"You're lucky, you know," said the trainer with a smirk. Bill gave him a questioning look even if he kinda knew what he meant.

"She asked me some stuff… I should really not tell you this but, I think you want to know."

Bill gave him the same expression without saying anything. He felt it was better to not be the one that asked.

"She asked me about the pelvis workout…" the trainer got red ears but still smirked at Bill. "She wondered if I knew anything more than her midwife had told her…"

Bill dragged a hand over his mouth. He didn't know if he actually wanted to know this. Obviously she had thought it would stay with the trainer but the trainer had worked out with Bill for a long time and in some ways they were friends.

"I recommended kegel balls but she already had that she said…"

Now it was Bill's turn to feel the heat in his ears. Why did she tell a trainer this?

"And like…" the trainer laughed uncomfortably but smirked amused.

"She said she has had problems… like "being on top" so we did some exercises to train the inside of her thighs…"

The trainer looked at Bill with a liking face.

"Sorry but, it's some girl you have found there. Just training that pussy for you. Doesn't she have a song that goes something like that?"

Bill bit his jaws together. He liked his trainer. He has had him for many years but this was just too much. But could he ever escape that everyone sexualized his wife? She had songs where she sang about sex in a quite explicit way, everywhere it was pictures of her in just thongs and see through clothes. She was a sex symbol while he saw her as his wife and mother to his child. Of course he understood why men looked at her the way they did, he had looked at her the same way but now she was much more than that and he was really tired of people who couldn't respect that.

"Bill?" Said the trainer when Bill had got stuck in his own head.

"I really didn't need to hear this…" said Bill without looking up from his cup. He held it in a vice grip.

"Oh, shit I'm sorry? Fuck, yeah. I'm stupid. It's not like I want her any harm, I just thought you wanted to know?"

"No. I just feel like you're disrespecting my wife. She has just had a child, can you please stop talking about her like that?" Bill was upset but kept himself calm. The trainer nodded a little and then tried to continue with the schedule but it was too late. No one of them could relax and the trainer left abruptly.

Bill put in the mugs in the dishwasher but got caught in watching the ice again. Sometimes he wondered if he was fit having such a woman as Aurora. Maybe he was just too overprotective but at the same breathe he could also see that many girls like Aurora also were together with real jerks that treated them just like all other men did. While thinking he felt Aurora's arms creep around him from behind and he turned around and smiled at her. She was free from makeup and her long hair laid wild over her shoulders. She had on a pink tight lounge set that showed off her curves. No one could see she had a child eight weeks ago. After having kissed her he took her in his arms and slowly started to slow dance to the music that was on. He looked at her face and breathed out deeply.

"You know that you're perfect right? That you are always perfect to me?" He said softly. Aurora giggled a little and looked away embarrassed.

"You're always perfect to me. And you're so amazing. Sweet, smart and warm. Kind hearted, sensible and so charismatic," he continued.

Aurora shook her head embarrassed and dragged her hands over his shoulders.

"You're everything to me." He said and lifted her up so he could dance with her in his arms.

"You're too good to me. I love you forever and… Until I'm so fucking dead," she said with a giggle and Bill smirked. They kissed sensually while the music continued to play.

×××

It was cold and snowy so when Bill's daughter scanned her finger print to her father's home her hand shook. Algot smirked at her when the door unlocked and she smiled back playfully. It was exciting, both of them thought it. They walked into the house and could just hear soft music from the kitchen, otherwise it was silent, like no one was home. Both kids took off their outerwear and then Bill's twelve year old daughter tiptoed to the stairs. She looked around a bit worried and saw then her dad and his wife slow dance and kiss. She thought it was actually quite sweet and stopped a moment to watch them but then continued up to her baby sister.

Algot stayed behind and looked around curiously, taking the moment to look at the pictures and the art but then he also saw Bill and Aurora. Now they made out feverishly and Aurora sat on the kitchen table. Algot looked at them with big eyes and walked closer and hid behind the doorway. He continued to watch when Bill pulled off his t-shirt and how garment after garment of Aurora's landed on the floor. Algot watched her naked body with an open mouth when she stretched out over the table.

"I know you aren't ready but… Let me just eat this little pussy…"

Bill kissed her belly down to her sex and it made her curve her back and lean her head back but something didn't feel completely right so she opened her eyes. It was then she saw a face. Someone watching them with big eyes in the doorway. Aurora screamed loudly right out in the air.

×

[ill-skillsgard]

Faust x Faith - No Looking Back

Warning: 18+ smut, public sex, violence, blood, arson, implied death, mentions of non-consensual touching (nothing explicit and no r-words used,) mentions of stalking, unconsciousness, anti-religious themes, strong language.

Note: Hey, hey. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but haven’t had much time. This isn’t based on any requests—just something I feel needs to happen to move the universe along. After this, I’ll be basing future FxF stuff off drabble requests instead of going story-heavy for a bit. Likes, comments and reblogs are suuuper ‘ppreciated!

Summary: - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration - 3.6K words -

Faust makes good on his word to protect Faith, taking drastic measures to assure her assailant never bothers her again.

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Thin raindrops pattered the man's leather jacket as he walked through the streets with his hood drawn up and his eyes low. For two days, the drizzle persisted and melted the black snowbanks into slush. Though the dismal atmosphere kept most inside, Sven had good reason to travel across town on foot. The promise of a girl's company waited at the end of his route, and he put off his regular nightly routine of masturbating to fetish porn for—what he hoped was—the real thing.

He glanced at his cracked phone screen every few minutes to check in with her, making sure she hadn't changed her mind, that she was serious. From the earnestness of her messages and the speed at which she replied to his questions, he determined she meant what she said about wanting to meet. Finally, his luck was turning. He’d show that miserable bastard Faust who was the better man.

- What abt ur bf? Lol

- What about him? Not here, is he?

- Thought u were a good girl.

- Haha, not really. Are you close?

- Ya. Y r we meeting at this random place?

- I need you to promise you won't tell a soul. If you can prove that to me, maybe we can keep meeting up.

- Lol ok. I PROMISE I won't say a word😉

- Thank you. Hurry, please. It's cold out!

- Be there in 5. I'll let u wear my jacket altho idk might not need it😉

- Hehe omgosh. You're making me blush.

- I'll make u do way more then blush baby. Just wait.

Sven lengthened his strides and turned the corner onto a hill leading toward the industrial area of town. Down the slope, he walked past several warehouses and legions of trucks parked inside barbed-wire fencing. It was a peculiar site to meet up, but his rendezvous insisted on a place nobody would think to look.

Betting his night would take an erotic turn, Sven popped a piece of gum in his mouth and chewed away the cigarette taste. He was seconds away from the spot she chose to meet, and his chest constricted with excitement. His boots crunched over gravel and garbage as he walked down a narrow alley between two faceless buildings. There was an open lot at the end of the lane, where he assumed she was waiting. As he made his way through the dimly lit alley, he whistled to make his presence known. The shrill tune reverberated off an overflowing dumpster to his left, and as he stepped to clear the reeking trash receptacle, something hard and blunt swung out at eye-level and flattened him to the ground.

Dazed and blinded from the sudden strike, he tried moving his mouth, but only a bubble of blood popped from his lips. A piercing stream of sound filled his ears as the edges of his vision turned dark. A large black figure came into view above, haloed by the soggy grey sky in the deepening veil. The featureless shadow chuckled deeply before a heavy boot's tread put out his lights.

~*~

Several hours passed before Sven's eyelids shuddered. By then, his assailant had had plenty of time to tie him to a wooden chair and organize his instruments of punishment. A headache blistered through the man's skull, throbbing in his eye sockets until he gained enough consciousness to open them. When he saw the person who had knocked him out, his throat closed and the gasp ripping through came out high-pitched.

"Faust... Please... Don't—" Sven hiccoughed. "Don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY!"

Faust, who had been facing the doorway at the end of a long red runner, turned toward Sven, holding a hammer's handle in one hand while cradling the head in the other. A malicious smirk peeked out from a curtain of black hair. He took a step forward, the clomp of his leather boots echoing through the church. Each step made a menacing sound that bit down on Sven's nerves and rattled his sensitive skull.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I know you hate me, but please, don't hurt me. I swear I'll never talk to her again!"

Faust approached, flashing the obsidian hammerhead. He tossed the tool in his grip and stuck his hand into his pocket, producing several five-inch nails.

"No! God, no, please! Faust! Don't do this!"

The black-haired giant stopped to admire the curve of the hammer’s prongs. Sven looked around the empty church and saw a jerrycan taking up space in a nearby pew. He immediately started struggling against the jute rope binding his wrists and ankles to the chair as Faust drew nearer, smile uncoiling.

"I already gave you the chance to never talk to her again. Remember?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry means fuck all to me. You should know that. The only reason you left the campsite with your dick intact is because of the witnesses," Faust said, then spun around with his arms out, showcasing their solitude. "Now, it's just you and me."

"Please don't," Sven muttered through swollen lips. "Fuck, I'll do anything!"

"There's nothing you can do. Nothing a sorry sack of human waste can provide this world to make me change my mind."

"SHE LIED!"

Faust jingled the nails in his jacket, reminding Sven who held the weapon.

"Whatever she told you... It's not true! I was at the party, but I didn't do anything to her!" Sven's voice cracked.

"Oh... So you didn't follow her into my bedroom?"

"No! I talked to her for a minute, and that's all. That's all, I swear, Faust. Don't kill me."

The stomp of boots neared the altar where Sven struggled in the chair. He twisted to loosen the rope and slipped one hand out. Faust grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the arm of the chair, readying a nail between his lips as he gripped the hammer. Sven let out a scream, stifled instantly by the hammerhead. Faust wedged the metal between his teeth and hissed.

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll use this to smash your teeth out like a goddamn window. Understand me?"

Sven nodded and quaked as Faust placed the tip of the nail against the soft, flat part of his forearm.

"Stay still. If I fuck up and hit the Radial or Ulnar artery... You could bleed out before I'm done. Gotta get it right between the bones." Faust slapped the pale skin to reveal blue veins. He pressed the nail’s tip in place and rose the hammer above his head, bringing it down and stopping short of the head as Sven shrieked.

Faust cackled. "Jesus Christ, dude. Did you really think I was gonna nail you to a chair?"

Sven groaned, relieved and moist with cold sweat. "Faust, I'm serious. Please, man. You gotta believe me."

His dark laughter continued, bouncing off the high ceilings, the wooden pews and polished floors. As Sven let out his own nervous chuckle, Faust brought the hammer down in one swift pull, then slapped his hand over Sven's gaping mouth to stifle the screams. Howling, Sven rattled his head back and forth as a searing bolt of pain tore through his right arm, crackling in his shoulder where it burned and burned.

Faust tore his phone out of his back pocket and brought up a video, slamming the screen into Sven's face. The video of him grabbing Faith in his room while he was states away watching the live feed from the camera he'd set up on the desk.

"I knew these little cameras would come in handy. See? I know what you did, you stupid fuck. And you know what else? I would have just beat the shit out of you had I not stopped by your place before our little meeting."

Sven whined, tears pouring from his eyes in steady streams.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I went into your room... Saw some interesting things on your computer. At first, I thought it was just standard fucking creep shit. Snuff porn, torture... Teen girls. None of that surprised me... Until I dug around and found your little stalker file buried in your folders. You didn't even encrypt it. How fucking stupid are you?"

"I'm sorry," Sven shook.

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I'm sorry for touching her. I should have left her alone."

"What'd you think was gonna happen? That she wouldn't tell me? Or that I wouldn't believe her? And now I know you've been following Faith around, taking pictures of her, you fucking predator. And what about those other women, huh? You sorry about them, too?"

"Yes! I'm sorry. I know I have problems! I'm trying to get help. Please, Faust. If you let me go, I promise I'll do it. I'll get better. I haven’t hurt anyone!"

Faust shook his head slowly, grunting in refusal. "No. I meant what I said when I told you I'd crucify you if you went near Faith again. I'm doing the world a favour."

Sven hung his head and bled from the grievous wound pinning him to the chair, shuddering weakly from his injuries. Faust would never relent. He'd witnessed the drummer's cold disdain, the malignant hatred living inside that made him turn to the dark with open arms. Faust wasn't an actor. He pledged himself to the darkness with unyielding conviction, never one to take such things lightly. This realization depleted Sven's will to reason with the man.

Faust gripped another thick nail and drove it through Sven's left arm, smiling as blood dripped from the wood onto the church altar. The violent yelps filled Faust with morbid delight as he pressed the bloodied hammer under his victim's chin and raised his face.

"You're gonna die tonight, Sven."

"What makes you better than me? You'll be a murderer," Sven stuttered. "You hurt people, too."

"You and I are not the same. Don't ever compare yourself to me. You're a coward, and I warned you. Tread on what's mine, and I'll destroy you. That's what I said."

"All this over a girl? Are you fucking crazy!?"

Faust stooped to one knee, looking up at Sven as though the insult had cut him. Faust's brows arched, bottom lip jutting outward as he studied Sven, who closed his eyes. Then, Faust rose to his feet, leather stretching from the motion. Faust tapped his chin, smiled, and leaned over to whisper, "yes... Totally fucking crazy."

With a powerful kick to the chest, Faust sent the chair and Sven toppling backward. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood and giggled as he emptied his bladder on the weeping man. While Sven cried and moaned, Faust closed his zipper, whistling merrily. He left Sven on his back and snatched the jerrycan from the pew, taking slow, calculated steps while twisting off the cap and dousing the altar in gasoline.

As the gas trickled, Sven's desperation mounted. He could not flail, so he screamed. Faust gently reminded him what he'd do to Sven's teeth if he carried on shouting. The pinned man blubbered and begged, but Faust ignored his pleas. Inside his head, all Faust heard was the sound of flames rushing into a circle around Sven, crackling over the carpet and up the old church's wooden beams. By the time the roof caught fire, Faust had planned on being long gone.

"Please, Faust... You'll regret this! I know you're a serious person, but this is too far. You won't be able to live with yourself!"

"Wrong. I couldn't live with myself knowing I let a vulture like you walk this planet freely." Faust poured a trail down the floor runner, far away from the altar. He tossed the can aside and looked up at the Catholic saints' stained-glass portrayals and Jesus at the center of it all, staring down with sad eyes. Faust took a book of matches from his pocket and ripped one from the bunch, running its tip across the ignitor strip until a small flame burst to life. Faust flicked the match to the ground without a second thought, and the flame ate up the gasoline trail swiftly. The church was illuminated, and the colourful glass windows came to life. Faust raised his eyes to the forlorn Jesus and leered while the fire spread.

He did not stay to admire his work or revel in the cries of a man burning alive. Faust fled before the fire consumed the church, not once looking back or wondering if his victim had somehow escaped. He trudged through puddles of slush, hair swinging in the wind, white shadows of breath leaving his mouth.

It was time to get back to finish the tour. But he had one more stop to make.

~*~

Faith left the mall after helping close the book store. She received small smiles and nods from the mall staff as they locked doors and unfolded security gates. Some of the people she had spoken to before, and some she had only seen in passing. Though she returned their pleasantries, inside Faith was fretting. She tried not to worry about her boyfriend or ask where he was under strict orders to go about her day as usual.

She stepped into the evening air as the sun sank, taking the blue from the sky along for the descent. Wisps of white cloud stretched across the pink and violet above. Faith took in a deep breath and walked to the bus stop situated between a movie theatre and a dollar store. She popped her earbuds in and turned on a song that reminded her of Faust; one he wouldn’t like. His music taste had no room for the upbeat indie rock she enjoyed. Still, she smiled when the lyrics reminded her of him.

The scent of cigarette smoke caught her attention, and she looked around, finding no culprit. She wondered where the smell came from if nobody was around but soon forgot when the city bus appeared in the distance. It had to make a long trek around the parking lot before it pulled up at the movie theatre. Faith readied her bus card to scan as another cloud of smoke enveloped her senses.

Faith whirled around, and there he was, all black and leather, white teeth clutching the filter of a cigarette. Faust smiled, his words bolting from his mouth as she clamped her arms around him and crushed her face into his chest. The leather and musk brought tears to her eyes. She ripped out her earbuds and tried not to weep.

He hushed her, lifted her off the ground and retreated into the shadowed alley between the theatre and the store. By the time the bus pulled up, Faust had pressed her against the brick wall behind the building.

"Faust. Oh my gosh, where have you been? I was so worried," Faith gasped.

"Sh, don't ask questions, baby." Faust smothered her mouth, holding her thighs around his waist.

"Mm—I love you. Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re here! I love you so freaking much."

"I know you do," Faust breathed against her lips. "I love you, too, babe."

"Tell me where you've been!"

Faust shook his head and kissed her neck instead. She raked her fingers through his hair, knocking his hood down so she could see him unobstructed.

"Told you... Don't ask... Mmkay?... Stop asking... Just let me... Mm—fuck!"

Faith pulled his pelvis inward with her thighs, rubbing against his crotch and the heavy bullet belt wrapped around his hips. In their cloud of lust, Faust pushed his black jeans down just enough to free his erection.

"Fuck, I love your little skirts. Makes it so easy," Faust murmured.

The thought of Faust showing up disquieted her, but his lips on her skin and his desire thwarted these anxieties for a while. She set aside her questions, happy to have him in her arms again and overcome by arousal. When he stretched her panties aside and pushed into her, they both froze in expressions of excruciating ecstasy. Faust tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Faith clutched his shoulders, already writhing from the intense fulfillment between her legs.

Just as she thought Faust might drop her, he bent his knees and hoisted her higher up on the wall. In his arms, she weighed close to nothing. She missed feeling tiny against him.

"Miss my cock?" He growled in her ear.

"Yes, baby. Oh my gosh, of course, I missed it. I missed my big man."

"Yeah? Fuck, I miss my little pussy," Faust breathed. "Mm, show me those gorgeous tits."

Faith unbuttoned her work polo and stretched the collar down around her breasts for Faust to bury his face. Though there wasn't an abundance of flesh to lose himself in, Faust shivered from the first taste of her nipples. With muted groans of pleasure, he rammed into her until Faith could no longer contain her cries, unaccustomed to his girth. Faust absorbed her whimpers with his mouth, coaxing her tongue until she only hummed.

He felt ferocious from the last twenty-four hours. If he could make Faith scream without drawing attention, Faust would have slammed her into the wall and fucked her until she shredded her vocal cords. He had to keep a low profile. Even visiting Faith was a considerable risk, but one he relished taking as she clamped her thighs and rutted against him.

He supported her ass in both hands and shifted off the wall to fuck her standing up. While he took her this way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered, whispering, "yes, fuck my pussy hard, big boy. Oh, I love that big cock inside me."

Faust unhooked and held her out so he could watch her breasts jiggle with every bounce. "You still taking your birth control? I'm gonna fucking bust so hard inside you, baby."

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, do it. Fill my pussy, please. I want your cum."

Her dirty talk and sweet sobs for his cock pushed him over the edge. He cradled her head as he pushed her against the wall and throbbed between her legs until empty. Faust pulled out and immediately turned her around and bent her over to watch globs of fresh cum dripping from her wet slit. He used one finger to push some of it back inside and had her suck off the rest. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and compressed her against the wall, one hand over her mouth while the other worked her clit in gentle circles. Faust didn't stop until she squealed and shuddered against him, muffled in his jacket and writhing from the manual orgasm.

When Faith calmed down, he released her and stepped away, pulling a cigarette from the squished pack in his jacket pocket. The lighter's flame created an orange halo around his face and promptly died. He smoked like nothing had happened while she fixed her skirt, buttoned her polo and zipped up her coat.

Faith smiled up at her lover, the night blotting out most of his features.

"I'm so glad you're home," she said.

"Not for long," Faust exhaled.

Her heart quivered. "Wait, what?"

"I gotta go back."

"When?"

"Tonight."

"What? No! But... You just got back," said Faith.

Faust shrugged, his leather jacket speaking for him. The evening matured, consuming the details of her hurt expression until the streetlamps along the road came to life.

"Why did you come here?"

Faust took one last long haul off his cigarette and flicked it down the alleyway. "Listen to me, Faith... You need to quit asking questions. I'm serious. The more questions you ask, the worse it'll be. And you and I did not see each other tonight. As far as you know, I'm on tour. Understand?"

"Yes," Faith said to appease him.

"I want to stay, trust me. But I can't. You know why. All the answers you want, you already have. Don't keep bugging, don't mention it ever again."

"I want to go with you," she whispered.

"No. You stay. Go to your classes, go to work, go visit your parents. Everything normal. And I don't want you moping around either. You put on that pretty smile, and you pretend for me. I'll call you in a couple of weeks before the last show and arrange a way for you to get there."

"What do you mean you’ll call in couple of weeks?" Faith whined. “What about goodnights?”

"I don't have a phone anymore."

"Why—? Oh, um... Okay. I understand."

Faust gathered the girl up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. I love you, and I miss you."

"I love you, too."

He tipped her face up and sensed tears forming in her eyes. Faust shook his head. "No crying. We'll see each other very soon. Just a couple more weeks."

"I know," she sighed.

"I love you more than anything, Faith. Now, go catch your bus. Should be here in a few minutes."

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm on tour. I'm not even here," he explained.

Faust kissed her again, smoothed his hands over her shoulders and turned her to face the bus stop. He urged her along. "No looking back. Hop on the bus and go do your schoolwork."

"Okay," she said, determined to make him proud. Faith walked out of the shadows and into the lamplight hovering over the depot. Across the lot, the city bus pulled in, and though she longed to turn around to see Faust watching over her, she kept her eyes forward and waited. When the bus pulled up, and the doors drew back, she stepped onto the platform and smiled at the driver as she scanned her pass. Faith took a seat in the back and put in her earbuds. She searched through a list of bands and selected the only one whose logo was illegible. As she pressed play, she listened to the immediate assault of the drums, their constant and violent beat. Faith smiled—warm in her chest and between her legs.

[emmyrosee]

Giving Valter a lap dance

“Isn’t this a nice surprise?” The gruff voice of your boyfriend teases, a sly smirk on his face. The intense yelling of his friends over the mic contrasts greatly with the sultry, sensual feeling fluttering in the air, and you shake your head at him as he merely ignores hi friends, completely focused on you approaching him like a predator to a willing prey.

You grin and slowly tug at the tie adorning your silky robe, wrapped firmly around your hips, preventing Valter’s wandering eyes to look past your thigh and below your collar bone. “I wanted some attention, Mr. Skarsgard,” you hum, approaching his frame that was sat comfortably like a king, though the way his eyes traced you proved you were his queen.

“I was unaware it would have to come to this, but a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.”

He grins wolfishly, scooting back in his chair to give his full attention to you, “please,” he says huskily, playing with his fingers. “Don’t let me interrupt you, gorgeous.”

You finally tug the tie to allow your robe to pool around your feet, the matching bra and panty set making him grin as he licks the corner of his lips in satisfaction.

You take slow strides to be closer to him, your hands sliding down your thighs to sway your hips back and forth, and deep in his throat, he gives you a playful growl, making a grabby hand to call you closer. 

“Fuck, babydoll.”

“See,” you purr, stepping closer and setting your foot between his thighs, grinning down at him. “It pays to give me attention, Valter.”

“I would say so,” he hums, grinning. He pats his lap with an expectant look, “why don’t you have a seat and I’ll show you just how much attention you deserve.”

[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.

[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!

--

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?”

[jj-lynn21]

HOLLYWOOD MOBSTERS Starring Bill Skarsgard and his family ch 6

ch 1  ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 7

Warnings: violence discussed, cussing, angst, smut, fluff

Bunny’s bedroom dance: Love Me Like You Do 

Photos from esquire Singapore September 2019, Calvin Klein, IMDB and Ejalo’s Instagram 

Bunny shimmies out of Bill’s arms in the morning. She is getting her outfit back on when Bill wakes.

“You ok?” He asked as he sat up body drizzled with sweat from sleeping so close to her.

She tied the outfit around her neck looking at him acting all nonchalant, “Yeah, I’m cool. No big deal.”

Bill whines, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?  I just meant to make you feel good. But if you want to leave, I won’t stop you or anything.  Just…” He laid back down pulling the sheet over his head turning away. “Don’t tell Alex I fucked up again. He will kill me for hurting you. I can’t believe this wasn’t fucking real.” 

“What?” bunny looks over at him. When she sees Bill has buried himself, she goes to sit on the side of the bed. “Bill you made me feel things I never thought I would or could with a man but I thought you were just looking for a one night stand to make you feel better, feel something good.”

“I’m not fucking like that at all Bunny,” He cried under the sheet that shielded him. “But get the fuck out of here. I will get my own place soon enough. You do not ever have to see me again. Before Genna there were other women who I thought cared but fucked me and left. You are not the first and you probably will not be the last. You were fucking leaving so get the fuck out already.”

“Bill,” She rubbed his back though the sheet. “I haven’t even slept with anyone in ten years. I’m sorry, I didn’t believe you could possibly care for me. Look at me baby boy, please.”

Bill throws the sheet off and sits up to look at Bunny. His eyes red. “Don’t hurt me Mommy.” He touched her cheek.

She leans into his touch. “That’s a good boy. Mommy’s going to dance for you, okay?”

“I’d like that,” Bill smiled innocently. “Mommy can I kiss you before you dance for me.”

She nods. He moves in slowly as they close their eyes. His lips lightly brush over hers before staying for a long deep kiss. He pulls away. “I’m ready to watch you now Mommy.”

She gets up to go to the pole by the windows. Alex has a stripper pole in just about every room of the place. Girls, other than Bunny, have taken special clients to the bedrooms. It is an extra two-thousand-dollar fee but all have said they got their money’s worth and tipped the girls extra well for the evening. Bunny flips through the music on the phone and plays Love Me Like You Do  for her special routine for bill’s eyes only.  Bill gets out of bed completely naked to walk over to her when she is done. His arousal on display.

“Mommy can you help me now?” Bill looked shyly at her. He had a way of acting so innocent when he was looking less than innocent.”

“Oh, baby boy of course Mommy will always take good care of you when you are such a good boy.” She untied her outfit to let it fall off of her. “Just no more pouting or whiling or Mommy will have to discipline you.”

Bill nodding. He would pick another time to test what she would do to him. Bunny pushed him back towards the bed. He went willingly falling back when he felt it behind his legs. He watched with wide curious eyes as she straddled him. Bunny put his hands on her hip.  She gasped lowering herself to take in his manhood. Whimpering softly her hips rolled to find that spot he hit before. Bill bit his lip watching her as his thrusts pushed in deep.

“Can I touch you more Mommy,” Bill groaned.

“Yes,” Bunny whined.

Bill reached down to work her clit as she road him.

“Fuck, more.” She begged as she road him harder.

When they came together it was like a blessing. Bill held her close. They rested awhile, before Bill ordered Pizza and cloths for her. They showered together making love again before actually getting cleaned up.  She threw on a robe. Bill put jeans on to go get the things that should be at the back door. He comes back. Hands her a bag with a new dress and under garments.

Bill stripped his jeans off and got back in bed with a piece of pizza, “You can leave the cloth in the bag. I think its Naked Sunday.” He chuckles.

Bunny giggle as she slides off the robe. She crawls over to him going to take a bite of his pizza. He pulls it away. They are laughing when Alex is walking past the door.  He smiles at the match even though it means he can no longer tell her everything that has been on his mind this past week. He knocks.

“How’s everything going?” Alex teases as he listens to them scurry.

Bunny puts her robe back on. Bill slides on some boxers before answering the door.

“We’re fine Alex,” Bill leans on the open door.  “What’s up?”

“Can we talk in my office,” He smiles at Bunny. “I will just still him away few moments baby girl.”

“Its fine Daddy,” She giggles. “It will give me a chance to put some clean linens on the bed.”

Alex nods with a grin. Him and Bill walk down the hall.

“Its good to see you, happy brother,” Alex opens the door for Bill to step into the office before him. “But business does have to continue.”

“What do you need me to do Alex?” Bill crosses his arms over his bare chest.

“Gustaf is going to have to heal before working again.” Alex poured a scotch on the rocks. He raised it to Bill, “Drink?”

“No thank you,” Bill waves the offer off. “Do you need me to take his place?”

“Yes,” Alex takes a sip of his drink and walks to his desk to sit. “I know you haven’t worked for the family full time since you were fifteen, but we really need you now. Truth be told you were always a bit better at picking things up and dropping them off then Gustaf. He always wants to try to talk to are friends. You intimidate people more. Especially now. It’s a good trait little brother. I don’t even remember why you stopped helping.”

“Because it fucking sucks,” Bill mumbles. “I had other options Alex. I never thought I’d be back in this whole thing. I’m here now. I will help with what ever you need. Do I have to keep secrets from Bunny?”

Alex chuckles, “She knows everything. She’s good to talk to when things go sideways, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Bill blushes.

“Go on and get back to her,” Alex makes a shoo shoo motion with his hand. “Just don’t do anything that makes her want to go against the family. I don’t want to deal with that sort of problem again.”

“What do you mean again?” Bill looked at his brother curiously.

“Nothing,” Alex put his feet up on his desk. “I’m interviewing a possible new girl in a few minutes, Go have your fun with Bunny. Tuesday night you have a job to do.”

Bill nods and heads out. He crosses paths with small nervous looking blonde. He smiles, “break a leg.”

She smiles, “Thanks.”

Bunny and Bill spend the day in bed talking, eating, and having minding blowing sex in her opinion. It is extremely good in his mind. He teaches her some diffident positions that she never thought she would enjoy. He has her toes curling time and time again until he needs to carry her to the bathroom to clean up.

“I better be able to work by Wednesday night,” She laughs.

“We can take a break on Tuesday,” Bill grins.

On Tuesday after he is off work, they decide Bill will move into her loft apartment. They had already been caught naked running after each other in the club by Alex when they thought no one was there. He just suggested they be at least partially dressed when out of the bedroom.  

Alex starts sending Bill on runs since Gustaf cannot do it. Everything goes smoother than his first time. Word got around Bill killed all the guys at his first run, so they feared him. The Thomas Family representative just dropped the cash in front of Bill and backed away slowly. Bill grabbed the cash and dropped the products at their bar. Same as he did with Gustaf. He kept the money and cleaned it at his bank the next morning. Bill had gone from not wanting to be apart of the family business at all to doing a shit load of dirty work out of guilt mostly.

Valter’s graduation party was held at the main family home. Angel was by his side stuck to him like glue until Alex needed a private word with him. By that time, she felt comfortable sitting with Eija, Bunny, and Bill. She really wanted to get to know Bunny so maybe she could be a dancer at the club when She moved to Hollywood for Valter. It was perfect timing since two dancers had decided to move on when they were married and only one new dancer was hired. Valter and her were planning to move into Bill’s old place.

Valter grabs a note pad and pen from Alex’s desk as Alex starts to speak.

“We are all so proud you little brother,” Alex gushed

Valter wrote on the paper BUG ON MY CHEST, “Thanks Alex. I worked hard. I’m ready to help the family out how every you need me.”

Alex nods, “I would still like you to work the bar if you would like that. It would entail you balancing the books for that part of the club. You would distribute the tips from the bar tip jar to the girls at the end of the night also. Do you think you could handle that?”

“I could do that. Angel still wants to be a dancer.” Valter writes THEY TOLD ME TO ASK YOU THIS NEXT THIS, “Is there anything more you would like me to do involving other business?”                                                                                                                                                                                                                “Angel can try out as soon as the two of you get settled,” Alex nodded his understanding. “Bill is going to be our delivery man of coca cola to the other bars. As long as the other bars don’t try to bully our family to join them in less legal activities. The Malforals are not happy we refused to do all the things they want our club to be involved in. They pretty much admitted to your brother what happened to his girl was their doing. To tell you the truth I would rather not do business them, but I fear we have to so no one else is hurt.”

Alex was willing to sell out the Malforals. Maybe get rid of them for good if the F.B.I. busted into their club and killed or arrested all of them. He knew they would not get taken in without a fight. It would be good enough pay back for trying to kill Bill and Gustaf.

“Probably a smart idea,” Valter said uncomfortably.

“I have some paperwork for you and I to go over since you will be taken over as head bar tender,” Alex takes the paperwork out of the desk for Valter to sign.

Gustaf and Stellan come in from a walk.

Bill stand with Bunny to introduce her. “Papa this is Bunny Nisson.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Skarsgard,” She smiles politely.

Stellan looks a little caught off guard for a moment. Then smiles, “Well isn’t this kismet. I knew your Father Miss Bunny. You and Bill use to play in one of those tot cages your mom liked to use while the adults had tea.” He chuckles. “You’re a very lovely woman. Are you Keeping Bill out of trouble?”

“I’m trying,” She giggled

Alex and Valter walked out of the office.

“Excuse me kids,” Stellan nodded. “I need to speak with Alex. He motioned for Alex to follow him outside.

Bill teases Bunny, “I knew you looked farmilar when I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Bunny giggled, “you seriously remember playing in a playpen with me when we were babies.”

to be continued...

[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 really like this photo :)

(Photos not mine)

[ill-skillsgard]

Can we get some of Valter being a brat? Points for him calling the reader mommy 😏

Oiii so I have taken the liberty to choose Kasper to sub in for V. Since the fanfic Twitter fiasco a while back, I've been a little nervous to post RPF. Hope you don't mind! Kasper really is just a sweeter, less bratty version of him, IMO.

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After a long, tiresome day, Kasper slouched through the door and collapsed onto the sofa next to you, laying his head in your lap as he sighed. His hair was styled from a day of shooting, freshly faded to his neck and soft, glistening blond in the glare of the television.

"Just want today to be over," he muttered.

"It is. You can relax now," you said, combing fingertips through his hair.

Kasper relaxed into repeated sensation, humming like a napping cat once in a while. His body took up every unoccupied cushion on the sofa, sock feet hanging off the armrest. He nuzzled into your thigh as he enjoyed the soothing strokes of your nails on his scalp. The scent of hair product came off on your fingers, sweet and dark like bourbon.

Soon, Kasper grew restless, and nudged himself further into your lap, his roaming hand making a slow expedition to your groin. He stroked you back. You, intrigued by his decision, widened your thighs and let him tuck his fingers into your pants and pull. He mumbled in mild frustration at the garment until you lifted your hips and allowed the material to slide down. He was happier stroking you over your underwear for a while, but it soon was not enough and he tugged them away.

"Get the vibrator," you said, pointing at the door to the bedroom.

"Nuh-uh."

"Kasper... Please."

"No," he whispered. "You don't need it."

"It doesn't matter what I need, it's what I want."

Kasper slumped to the floor, green eyes set up on your face, then trailed down to the creased and damp fabric between your legs. Determination crossed his face, pinched between his eyebrows and forced his bottom lip to pop and shine dramatically.

"Let me do it for you. I can do it."

"Kasper."

"Please, mommy? Let me be your toy."

Two large hands grasped your thighs and he pulled himself closer, ducking in to smatter your skin with kisses.

"My tongue will feel way better than that stupid vibrator."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, mommy. Please, let me be a good boy for you. I promise I'll do a good job. It'll feel so good."

"And what about you?"

"I just want to taste your perfect pussy."

[lordromangodfrey]

[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.

[veriaine]

Joya de Familia | bill skarsgård | (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/R8qUGGKpV6 Alana vive una vida acomodada y solitaria siendo la hija del líder de la mafia de Nueva Jersey. Un desacuerdo entre bandos la obliga a renunciar lo que ama y a lo que conoce, pero no será tan duro junto a su atractivo y enigmático chofer. Juntos viven una experiencia que cambiará sus vidas para siempre.

[jj-lynn21]

Roll with It: Bill & x-reader/Princess

This idea inspired by as ask to @lihikainanea​ Read her great piece  about Bill and Tiger here.  Warnings: Fluff, smut, dash of angst mood song: The Killers - When You Were Young  

Bill grumbles under his breath as you both get ready for his little brother, Osssian’s, 10th birthday party. You are super excited to be going skating again. It has been years since you breezed around a rink. You are pretty confident it will all come back to you once you lace up your leopard skates with the pink wheels.  Bill seems more reluctant to go at all, "I don't know why the kid wanted a roller skating party. Maybe, ice skating but roller skating is so American." "Excuse me?" You raise your eye brows.

 "Sorry, Princess," Bill cringed under your gaze. "The last time I skated I fell on my ass multiple times. Alex and Gustaf were laughing at me the whole time. That was ice skating. This roller skating seems like it will be much more difficult."

You hold back a laugh, "Its easier than ice skating in my opinion. You can always rent roller blades. The wheels are in a line more along the line of ice skating. I had rollr blades but I prefer skates.  You know I hate to be cold."

Bill wraps his arms around you, still just in his black jeans, "I would keep you warm enough in the cold."

You put your hands on his chest looking up at him with a smile, "I know you would, Bill." You pat his chest and try to pull away even though you know damn well you will not be released until he wants to release you. "Put on that leopard print button up that matches my tank top and skates and everything underneath." You wink with a giggle. 

"Fuck, I love that set." He held your face tilting it just a little more to smother his lips to yours as he walked you back towards the bed. "Let me see."

You life your arms up for him to get your tank to off revealing the leopard front zip bra. He lays you back on the bed. As he unzips the bra with his teeth  his hand movies down to unsnap your pants to start to pull them off. Bill take your left nipple and then your right into his mouth making them hard and tender to every flick of his tongue. 

"This won't get you out of going skating," You rasp breathing heavily between each word.

He lays kisses down her sternum, "Not trying to get out of anything, Princess. Trying to get into something for comfort before trying something new." 

You can't help but giggle at his line as he pulls your jeans off and tosses them to the floor. He runs a hand over the front of your damp panties. Then grins as he pulls the zipper that runs your entire slit. His hard cock twitches at the sound the zipper makes as it glides so easily revealing your warmth. 

He leans over you. His eyes flash over you with that mischievous boyish grin sliding across his face as he takes you. Your knees bend up around him. Your hips push into his every thrust. The deeper he goes the more you whimper out your pleasure. You have the perfect rhythm together as you bury your face in his chest and nails in his shoulder blades. "fuck, I need to pull out and come on your tits," He pants. "We have to be more careful than we have been."

You just nod in agreement almost at your apex. He pulls out dripping before he wanks a few times covering your chest with his seed as he let's out a satisfied groan. As he leans down to kiss you, his fingers rub down to your throbbing clit so you get the satisfaction he always guarantees. Bill swoops you up to go take you shower after.

Within a half hour Bill opens the front door for you to go out before him. Maybe a little late, but damn it was worth it. When you get to the skating rink, Kolbjorn runs over throwing himself on Bill. Bill picks him up hugging him tight. 

The eight-year-old is over joyed to see Bill, "I can skate so good big, big, big brother. I only fell on my bum twice and I laughed with big brother. He's 10 now so he skates better but not much. We are trying not to let our bums hit the floor." He giggled.

"Cool, little man, " He sits his youngest brother down. "Where is the birthday boy?"

"He's out there skating with Gustaf," Kolbjorn pulls you and Bill's hands. "Come skate with us. There is a bounce house to but you can't wear your skates in there." 

"Okay little man," Bill chuckles. "Go skate. We will get our skates on and meet you out there."

You go sit along the wall near the lockers across from the skating floor. Bill kneels looking up at you as his hand glides down your calf to pull off your platform sneakers. Then he put on your skates. As he laced them Ossian skated towards you. He jumped on Bill's back. "What's up brother?"

Bill grabs his skate pulling him down to the floor tickling him as the boy giggles uncontrollable.  "I wasn't sure a ten-year-old boy would still giggle so silly."

"Help, my Princess," Ossian's high pitched squeals echoed through the roller rink. 

"Your, Princess?" Bill chuckled evilly. "She is definitely my..."

You tackle Bill tickling his neck and under his arms where you know he is most ticklish. 

"Stop," He laughs letting his brother go pulling you under him instead. He pins your arms. "You are in trouble later little girl."

You giggle, "I know but I had to save the birthday boy."

"Fair enough," He lets you up.

Ossian grabs your hand pulling you towards the skating floor, "Skate away quickly while we can, Princess.”

"Alright, alright Ossian." You look to Bill.

"Go on, I'll be out there when I get my skates on," He sits and takes his boots off. 

You let Ossian roll you along. He catches his sister Eija's hand, who is holding Sam's, who is holding Axel's who is speeding around the ring on his light up skates. As a corner comes Alex whips the family around flinging everyone to speed down the straight away. As you  pass the skate floor entrance you see Bill clinging to the lockers. 

You skate over to him quickly, "How are you doing, sweet boy?"

Bill turns leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed. "I'm cool."

You reach your hand out, "Let's go than."

You pull him easy enough but as soon as he attempt to move his feet, they slide in different directions. He starts to fall. A large mushroom shaped seating area catches his bottom. His arms flailed a little before they rested palms on seat. 

You hide a chuckle behind your hand. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," Bill grumbles.

"How about you just let me pull you," you smile. "I could get one of your brother's to help get you use to the skates?"

"NO!" he stood. "We can do this." 

"Alright," you said calmly pulling him towards the floor. 

Bill grabs the half wall as soon as you step onto the floor. He stepped off the carpet on to the hardwood floor. His feet slip every which way. 

"Put your feet like this," You put your feet heels closer together and toes out slightly I you learned when you were four and taught other children. He is the biggest kid you ever taught. "Just scissor your feet." 

Bill manages to let go of the wall with one hand. He tries doing as you instruct. His legs wobble. He gets a little more comfortable as the low wall ends. You take his hands smiling as he slowly keeps going forward. You skate backwards. When his family whipped around a corner laughing Bill's hands pull from yours, arm swing wild as his skates went askew and he fell right on his coccyx. You went right down with him when his skate wheel lodged into yours.

"Fuck," Bill yelled. The music was to loud for anyone else to hear him. "You alright, Princess? I took you right down with me." 

Gustaf spins coming to a screeching halt near you. "Don't go to far without me, Kolbjorn" He yells to the youngest Skarsgard before turning to you and Bill. "You two alright? Maybe you need one of those wheel walkers Kolbjorn is using, Bill?" "My ass bone hurts like hell," Bill complains. "How are you so good at skating Gustaf?"

"The kids skate with Alex every time they visit him in New York and I go along when I am in the States." Gustaf explained. 

"Sorry, Bill." You try to save face for him. "I just took your big ass down with me when I fell. Maybe I need some lunch and I'll get some ice for you. Thanks for checking on us Gustaf." You get up easily.

"You want some help off the floor little brother?" He amends his statement quickly so Bill doesn't think it would make him seem weak. "Since you were hurt when you fell it might make it more difficult for you to skate to the side."

Bill nods. His pride as busied as his coccyx, but he knows you and Gustaf won't tease him like the others might, especially Valter. The two of you help Bill off the floor as Kolbjorn follows. 

"Are you okay?" The little one asked surprised one of his big strong brothers were being helped off the floor.

"Sometimes you just fall down," You said to him with a giggle. "And when one falls, whoever is near them does to. But we are fine."

"Yeah, I'm cool little man." Bill smiled and Kolbjorn hugged him. "Go skate with Gustaf. Maybe we will join you after a small break." 

"Cool," Kolbjorn pulls Gustaf back to the floor and left the wheeled walker there. He was a little wobbly but Gustaf kept him up, well mostly.

"How about I get lunch?" You suggested.

"Oh hell yes," He starts to take his skates off.

"You will be putting those back on later," You insisted.

"Yeah, alright." Bill grumbled. "But I'm just going to sit over at a table while we eat. Can you get me some ice for my back."

"Sure, baby boy." You kissed him sweetly without having to stretch. That is one of the best things about skates, they make you a little taller. And you would show him how that benefit him after lunch. You had a few good memories of things you did when you were a teenager that would put him in a better mood before he tried to skate again.

You skate up to the concession stand. Valter is leaning on the counter flirting with the worker. "Don't let that innocent smile fool you, he is devious."

She laughs. Valter smirks at you," What's up Princess?"

"Not much buttercup," You said whimsically. "Can I get a bag of ice, a hotdog, two slices of pepperoni pizza and two Pepsi's?" You said politely to too counter person.

"You got enough to feed my brother; are you going to eat anything?" Valter licked his lips watching the counter person get things as he talked to you. 

You laughed, "Maybe he will share a nibble or two."

 The counter person handed you a small hotdog bun bag full of ice, "This is the best I can do."

"That will be just fine," You take the bag.

Valter looks at you suspiciously, "Did Bill fall on his ass already."

"I lost balance and pulled him down," your eyes darted. 

"Sorry, I missed the theatrics," He chuckled. "Watch yourself out there, Princess."

You put the ice on the top of the drinks in the box the counter person put everything in so you could carry it all easier. "I sure will." You smile as you started to skate away. You turned your head back. "You two be careful also. No making out behind the counter." You started towards Bill.

"What were you guys laughing about over there," Bill inquired gruffly. He picks up a piece of pizza shoving half of it in his mouth as soon as you put everything down on the table. 

You push the ice pack down to his tailbone before you sit across from him.  "I was teasing him and the counter person he is flirting with. He did ask about the ice. I said the same thing we told Gustaf. He won't bother you about it." 

You lean over to suck some sauce off the corner of his mouth. Then you take a sip of your drink before picking up the hotdog. It is more of a sausage dog. A bit longer and thinker than a regular hot dog. You don't even think twice about putting a large portion in your mouth before taking a bite.

Bill smirked as he watched you and took a drink of his Pepsi. "You enjoying lunch?" 

"Sure," you said innocently. "How's the pizza?" 

"Good enough," He bites into the second slice.

You finish your food and sip on your drink. "I practically lived at the skating rink when I was a tween and in my early teens. Do you know what I did when I was not skating?"

Bill shrug, "video games."

"I played those sometimes," A grin streamed across your face. "Places like this on Friday and Saturday nights with no young kids or families were freedom from some rules. I started smoking in the bathroom here. I smoked at football games also but here it seemed less of a chance getting caught."

"I started about the same time, I guess." Bill smiled wistfully. "We had similar places to feel a little freedom from parents. I'm sure we did similar other things at such places." 

"Maybe," you said coyly.

"Yeah," he starting grinning. "Were you one of the girls that put it all at on display with whoever you liked or did you find a small little hideaway for some secret seduction ritual of young lust?"

"Stop," you blush.

"Secret place is my guess," He looks around. "And you are petite to fit..." 

A blush erupts on your cheeks as it always had done when you were young. Bill gets up and holds his hand out. You take it. He pulls you over to the arcade area. 

"Somewhere around here, right?" He grins.

"Maybe," You blush harder. 

He pushes you between two video games, "Oh look, you still fit."

You giggle, "This is ridiculous. You would be completely disappointed in the teenage me but probably tell your friends I sucked you off. " 

He cups your face in his hands, "What asshole made you think that? I never did anything so vile.  I was happy with whatever I got.  And if a cute girl," He stroked your hair smiling. "never as cute as you as far as I remember, decided she did want a  mouth full of more than a hotdog, I never said anything. And I would have defended her honor if anyone started saying shit."

You smile, "Where were you when..."

Bill kisses you strong. You were interrupted by Valter clearing his throat and the counter person giggling. 

"I thought you said 'No making out'?" Valter chuckled.

Bill turned with his arms crossed, "I think you are mistaken Brother. grown adults would not do such a thing in public."

Valter smirks, "Yeah, alright. I was mistaken. We just want to play the video game on this side you  'adults'. "

Bill pulls you out of the corner on your skate, "I think you have more skating instructions for me after I get my skates back on, Princess."

"Yes, I do," You said matter-of-factly. "Have fun you two." You wave bye to Valter and his new friend as Bill pulls you along on your skates. As soon as you are far enough his brother won't hear you tell him, "If Kolbjorn still is not using the roller walker I think you should try with that."

"Alright, I'll try one more time." Bill sat to put his skates back on. "But I might never do this again."

"If you can't skate by the end of the evening you won't ever have to try again." You grab the roller walker. "I promise."

When Bill puts his weight on the walker the pcv gives a little. It makes him stand straighter to try not to put his weight on it as much.

"Just slowly roll your skates in and out." You suggest. "Don't pick up your feet. Just glide."

The tall lanky Skarsgard looks gigantic using the small walker. But within an hour he is holding your hand. His other arm out to the side for balance. You turn to skate backwards holding both his hands eventually.

"See you got this, Bill," You encourage.

He smiles goofily. "Not that bad, I guess. Can we play in the balance house now." 

"Sure, I think you have earned that." You pull him to the bounce house in the middle of the floor.

 Both of you sit on the floor to take your skates off before going in to bounce around, laughing like a couple of kids while everyone else is skating. You do this until the party is over. You let Bill walk in his socks off the floor instead of putting skates back on. Over all fun was had by all. And Bill learned to skate, at least slowly

[sweetbillwriting]

Just You and I (Part 6)

Description: This is a fiction with an AU Bill Skarsgård inspired by the real actor in a fictional story. The girlfriend and the daughter is nameless characters.

Warnings: 18+, cheating, talk about religion and religious values, mention about racism, toxic relationship, smut (sort of), siblings rivalry, sexism, drunkeness.

Notes: One more triggering chapter. Also want to remind everyone this is fiction, a creation of my imagination.

The rain clattered on the window to Tiana and Bill's hotel bedroom in Paris but neither of them could really hear it through their heavy breathing. They were lying in bed facing each other. When Tiana moved Bill's hand from her hip he moved away and laid down on his back and continued to breath just as heavy. Tiana took a deep breath before rising up from the bed and hurried to the bathroom to not make a mess. She could feel his cum slowly begin to drip out between her legs.

While she sat on the toilet she suddenly heard Bill swear loudly.

"Are you okay?" She asked, confused and rose up from the toilet to flush and wash her hands.

"...I think you should come out here." His voice sounded so weird and foreign that Tiana could almost guess what had happened. She put on a robe and went out to Bill again. Her legs shook a bit, probably because of several reasons. Bill was still naked, sitting on the bed with the sheet pooling around his waist, he held his phone with one hand and in the other he held Tiana's.

"...You have quite a lot of notices so don't freak out… It seems like Valter has written a comment on your IG, can you go in and look?" She could hear in Bill's voice that he really tried to keep himself calm and collected but his way of almost throwing her phone to her revealed his nerves.

Tiana took her phone. She had quite a few new messages and some missed calls from Eija, Ellen and some other friends but also her oldest brother. She swallowed hard and opened Instagram. She had over a hundred comments on her latest picture. It was a birthday picture so she had expected some comments but not that many. She scrolled through them and could see that it wasn't just birthday wishes and compliments like there were before but also hateful comments littered between such as; "homewrecker", "whore" and puking emojis. Tiana felt her chest hurt and more so when she saw Valter's comment. She didn't say anything, just gave Bill her phone while the tears started to run down her cheeks.

Bill looked between her face and the phone. He read Valter's comment but then also scrolled through the others.

"Shit…" he said for himself.

"I think we…" he never finished the sentence, just laid their phones on the nightstand. He took Tiana's hand in his.

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry this happened…” he said with that foreign voice. "...But remember that they don't know a thing about us… You know that I love you and they… They don't know… shit! It's just… Fuck… Fucking assholes…" she could hear in his voice that he didn't have a clue what to say.

"Your girlfriend must know now." Tiana said with tearfilled voice.

"Yeah…" Bill nodded and looked out the window.

"My brother called me so someone must have contacted him…" Whispered Tiana.

Bill dragged his hands over his face and for a moment he got stuck in his own head until he heard Tiana crying.

"Hey hey hey… Babe…” He dragged her close to him and hugged her. "We will fix this mess… Yeah we will fix this…" Bill assured but he didn't have a clue how.

×××

They decided to rebook their flight and go home that same day. It was better to just go home, pull the bandaid off. Bill helped Tiana set her Instagram to private and delete the app of her phone altogether. She wanted to just delete her whole account but he wanted to talk to his team before they did anything drastic. Bill was worried about what would happen at home but his worry for Tiana made his own problems smaller. He noticed that she struggled to keep her tears away but when he tried to soothe her she pulled away. He could feel that feeling of needing to puke again. It felt like Tiana pulled away more and more on their journey back to Sweden and he started to wonder if this would make her leave him. On the flight home he tried to talk about other things and hold her hand but she just pulled away. With glassy eyes she sat quietly next to him and rejected him completely. How could things change so fast?

When they stood and waited for the taxi at the Arlanda Airport Bill had had enough. He took her hand in his and when she tried to let it go he refused to let go.

"Tiana, talk to me. Please don't do this… We should stick together in this."

Tiana looked up at Bill. The Hollywood good looks and the eyes that could charm anyone.

"...They are calling me a whore. Openly. For everyone to see. And the worst part is that it is true. I have ruined your relationship with the mother of your child. And at the same time I have disrespected my family, I have embarrassed them. I am a shame to my family… Don't you get it Bill? Everything is ruined." She said while the tears started to stream down her cheeks. Bill didn't know what to say or do. He wanted to deny it but in all honesty, he didn't have a clue what her family would say. He fiddled with the wallet in his hand and looked down at the ground. In that moment he would have done anything to not be famous, have fans and have people that had opinions about everything in his life.

"I know that you also can lose things in this…” Tiana said. “I'm sorry… But that is even more of a reason for us to…"

"No, no, no. Tiana, we haven't even tried this yet. Do you mean we should stop this now? It's out now, now we can just continue." Bill pushed with panic in his voice.

Tiana dried her cheeks with her hands but didn't answer Bill, she just nodded towards the taxi when it came.

×××

Even if Bill didn't want anything else other than to fix everything with Tiana he had someone else to care about. His daughter. When the quiet taxi rolled into Stockholm City he turned to Tiana who sat looking out through the window.

“I should go home now… To see how the situation is there, for my daughter… But we’ll talk later? Maybe I can come to you?”

Tiana looked at Bill, her eyes had missed their usual spark. She nodded a bit. Bill nodded, frantically. He felt a responsibility to not give up on their relationship. Of course this was harder for her. The lawyer had already calmed him about the custody situation at least. He was used to seeing all kinds of mean shit about himself online. Sure it still could hurt but he had learned to deal with it.

The taxi drew by Tiana’s flat first and Bill helped her carry her luggage in through the door but Tiana then stopped him from carrying it upstairs.

“You should go home now… Take care of your daughter. I have to call my brother.”

Bill nodded and took her hand in his.

“But I want to help you with your luggage. I’ll just carry it up.”

Tiana shook her head.

“Go, don't let the driver wait, I will manage.”

She stood on her toes to kiss his lips. The kiss was soothing for Bill in the moment, even if he knew that nothing was okay yet. Tiana watched him jump into the taxi. She sighed to herself. Bill was her dream man but right now everything was a nightmare. With some struggle she carried the luggage up to her floor and on the last flight of stairs she encountered an unwelcome surprise guest. Valter sat on the top step waiting for her.

“You gotta be kidding me! Do you think I want to see you?” She groaned and pushed through with her suitcase at the same time as he rose up to his full height.

“I know, I know… Fuck Tiana. You don't understand how sorry I am.. I feel awf-”

“No,” she interrupted. “Don't come here and say that you feel awful! You have ruined everything for me! Fuck you Valter!” She cursed while she unlocked her door.

“But… No.. No. To be honest you ruined everything! You were the one that slept with a guy that has a daughter and a girlfriend. That has international fame! What did you think would happend?!” he spat out.

Tiana stopped for a moment to look at Valter. He became uncomfortable by her glare and looked away.

“God, it has always been so obvious that you are so jealous of everything he does. But you know? You will never get it because you are half the man he is. You went after your own brother. That says it all.” She said calmly but her heart hammered in her chest.

xxx

The summer of 2014

Valter had just graduated. He had survived it. Finally at the end of school, studies and hanging around fake friends. This summer was just for partying, girls and freedom. The summer of his life. He thought.

He and his friends had gotten beer from an older friend and needed somewhere to dump it. He more or less lived at Eija’s on the weekends anyway and she wouldn't care. She was known for being his cool sister. She fit in everywhere with all kinds of people. They carried it up for all four flights of stairs and inside of the apartment they sounded like three sexually frustrated cows. Eija came out to the hallway dressed in just a bikini top and denim shorts.

“God, how much beer do you have?” she said amused. All of them laughed.

“We can have it here right,” asked Valter.

“Yeah but I'm having people over tonight so maybe you can put it in the wardrobe?”

Valter nodded when suddenly someone came in from the balcony. It was Bill, he was tanned and dressed in a white tank top, his hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses.

“Little brother,” he exclaimed with a mannered voice and spread his arms.

“Bill..!” Valter said surprised and they hugged hard. “Are you in Sweden?”

“Yeah, yeah, we finished filming so I will be here all summer.”

Valter nodded a bit and looked at his friends. They looked at Bill with fascination. Valter knew some would do that with his family members, especially Alex but what annoyed him was how many looked the same way at Bill even if he hadn't really done anything special. He wasn't even that famous or talented in his eyes.

“Bill, right?” One of Valter’s friends said.

“Yeah, and you are?” Bill said and put out a hand.

Bill said hello and spoke to Valter’s friends while he stood with Eija to the side.

“Maybe you should take your friends somewhere else..” said Eija low. She knew Valter had a hard time with the kind of impact Bill had on his friends.

Later that night when he was out at a bar with the same friends and a few others one of them suddenly said;

“But Bill, your brother, fuck he’s a really nice guy right? Does he also work in the US now?”

Valter just nodded a bit.

“Is that the career you want? Because, sorry but the dude is really hot. Hollywood just cares about that shit.” Valter tried to laugh a bit.

“Nah, he’s just in some online series. I don’t want that. Vampires and shit.”

His friends smiled a bit but he could see that they didn't really believe him.

“Hey! There he is! Suddenly one of them said a bit too happy for Valter’s liking. Valter turned around. As usual when Bill was out in Sweden he could see how people reacted to his presence. Some of his female friends had once said he just had this “magnetism”, Valter just saw the brother he used to fight about the playstation controllers with.

Bill was walking next to one of Sweden’s most known female singer’s then. Mostly she was known for being hot. He walked with his hands deep in the front pockets of his jeans. He didn't seem to notice how many people watched him discreetly.

“Fuck… Does he sleep with her?”

Valter saw Bill’s arm sneak around the girl’s waist. He didn't know if Bill slept with her and didn't care either. He didn't want this night to be about Bill but that was what his friends wanted to talk about and the rest of the summer would continue that way.

xxx

Valter wanted to shout at Tiana but most of all he just wanted to be able to have her close. She looked so fragile and small. It looked like she had cried a lot and she hadn't fixed her looks like she used to. While Valter stood dumbfounded Tiana opened her door and went in. Without another word she slammed the door in his face and Valter sighed. What had he done?

xxx

“Dad!” Bill’s daughter threw herself around his neck as soon as he came in through the door.

He laughed a bit surprised and lifted her up in his arms.

“Hey honey!” He hugged her hard but also scanned the apartment at the same time. He listened with one ear while she began to talk about what she had done that day. His girlfriend, or was it his ex, stood in the kitchen. It looked like she made cupcakes. He sat his daughter down on the floor and answered her half-heartedly. The panic and worry pushed in his chest. He took off his shoes and coat and then went into the kitchen. His girlfriend didn't look at him as she continued to do the cupcake frosting.

“Hey, so you’re home now?” she said. Bill couldnt analyze her voice at all. He sat down by the kitchen island. “I’m making cupcakes. I was a bit bored.”

“It looks good. What flavor is it?” Bill played along, he thought he did it for his daughter but he wasn't sure.

“Raspberry. We had some frozen ones.”

Bill nodded and lifted up his daughter on the other high chair by the island. She babbled about wanting to lick the bowl and Bill smiled at her. He had a hard time being present because this calm family activity did not match the storm of emotions in his body.

“So tell us… how was Paris?” his girlfriend suddenly said. Finally it came, he didn't think she could play this so long.

“...It was nice,” Bill just said. He wouldn't lie anymore but there was no reason to tell her everything. His girlfriend gave their daughter the bowl with the remaining remnants of frosting and she began to decorate the cakes.

“Yeah I can imagine that… Is it over now?”

Bill furrowed his brows. “Hm?”

“Are you home now? For good? Or will you suddenly go away to Italy next?” Her voice had an edge to it now.

“...I think we can talk about that when we are alone.”

She was quiet, the only thing you could hear was their daughter eating from the bowl.

“Maybe uncle Gus can take you to the park for a bit?” Bill said and smiled at his daughter. She looked at him disappointed with pink frosting in her face.

“But daddy!” Bill smiled.

“The cupcakes will still be here when you come home. Mom and I have to talk a bit.”

xxx

Tiana sat on her bed. She hadn't even taken off her coat. It was just too much for her. Even if she knew that Bill had a girlfriend and a kid and was a famous face for many in the world she wasn't prepared for something like this to happen. Especially that it would be Valter, Bill’s own brother and her good friend that would start the mess.

She looked at her phone. It was time to call her brother. He didn't call very often so it couldn't be a coincidence that he had called right now. Her brother didn't have Instagram so it must have been someone that had shown him. She checked every picture and every comment so her more liberal lifestyle wouldn't shine through in the pictures. One comment and everything she had been hiding from her family was known. She called her brother with shaky hands.

“Tiana,'' her brother Karim answered. It was so much authority in his voice that Tiana just nodded as an answer. Karim was eleven years older than her, the eldest of five kids. Tiana was the second youngest but the first girl. Karim lived in Gothenburg, working as an engineer and was married with three kids. Their parents were proud of him, he had done something with himself and followed the laws of Islam. Tiana knew he had also slipped, he partied a lot while he studied and was even with a girl that wasn’t a Muslim but their parents never knew that and now he lived a life they could be proud of.

“You know why I’ve called but I want to hear your side of the story, Tiana. Is he married? Does he have a child?” He said in Persian.

Tiana cried again. She knew that the reaction wouldn’t be good but it was better to just come forward now.

“He isn't married… He lives with his girlfriend. He has a daughter… But he is a really good man..”

Karim chuckled sarcastly.

“He sure sounds like it… Have you had sex with him?”

Tiana sighed and dried her tears with her fingers. She didn't want to answer that. It was private but also because he then would have a totally different view of her.

“Did he force you?” She could hear that Karim started to get angry.

“No, no..! He would never do that. He really is a good man.”

“A good man would marry you before he slept with you. Can't you see that he has used you? An actor… That’s not a job for someone with good values. That is a job for someone that just thinks about themself and doesn't want to take responsibility for a family!”

Tiana had laid down on her bed. She missed Puff but he was at Ellen’s. She just needed someone on her side right now.

“...I want to be with him.” She said with a low voice. Karim sighed.

“You know you can't but he should go to our father and ask for his blessing. He has used you and he should be a man and face his responsibilities. But Tiana, he already has a woman. He has a child with her. He should first uphold his responsibility for them. You are the one doing wrong here. Why have you done this?”

Tiana cried like a little child.

“Let him be, come home to Gothenburg and leave all of that… Mess you've created behind. I will not tell mom and dad but you should delete that Instagram and come home. Stockholm hasn't been good for you.”

xxx

Five years ago…

When Tiana moved to Stockholm she was another person. She had moved there to study journalism but it was mostly an excuse to get away from her family and create her own life. She had seen her whole life other girls do what they want, have freedom to have fun and not care about religion or honor. She was sick of it and wanted something of her own. The university wasn't really her thing, she never felt at home and began instead doing some PR voluntarily for a help organization. She was lucky that a man from a PR agency saw her work and she suddenly had a job as an assistant at that agency. It was also there that she met Ellen.

Ellen was her opposite, with long blonde hair and a love for Ralph Lauren and Burberry. She came from money and was an expert at partying. Their friendship was unexpected but quickly became the most important relationship in Tiana's life. Even if they were so different from each other…

"What? You are a virgin? Shit why? I thought the boys in Gothenburg were smooth as hell." Said Ellen over a glass of wine in Tiana's apartment. Tiana laughed a bit.

"It's the religion. I should marry a muslim man and he should be my first and last lover. I should honor my family and not do anything that can embarrass them."

"So you moved here, smart. And now you want to be dicked down?"

Tiana laughed a bit embarrassed.

"By the right guy. Sure."

"Do you masturbate? You know, spin the dreidel?" Ellen winked.

"Dreidels are for Jewish folks. But yeah I do… And all my life I have fantasized about the whitest dudes that my dad would never accept."

"Yeah? What is your type? Blonde and blue eyes? I can get you that."

"I like eyes like yours." Tiana laughed and looked at Ellen's green eyes. "But on a dude… like over 6'2 and like that boyish charm Swedish guys have." She put her hands on her cheeks to hide her blush.

Ellen smiled teasingly.

"And a big dick?"

The both of them laughed.

"Exactly!"

xxx

Gustaf came to get Bill and his partner's daughter quickly. He understood it was important and came at once but when it was just Bill and his girlfriend left it was hard to know where to start. She still didn't want to look at him, just cleaned up after the baking in silence. When he saw her like that he couldn't stop himself from feeling sorrow. They had been together for many years now, been through so much together. She had been his best friend, his first grown up relationship and she had given him a child. Bill sighed and sat down at the dining table but stood up again when his girlfriend never came to join him. When he came around the corner he saw her crying by the stove. She tried to brush away the tears before they ran down her cheeks. Bill stopped and just looked at her. He felt awful. When everything started with Tiana he couldn't really see how serious it was. It was so easy to do it so it was hard to feel it was as serious as everyone said cheating was. When it became serious between him and Tiana he had instead just focused on how everything felt so right with her. It didn't feel so right anymore, reality came crashing. Nothing could have prepared him for how awful he felt.

He stepped slowly toward his girlfriend, careful, in the same way he would have approached a wild animal. To his surprise she just invited him in, laid her arms around his neck and hugged. He hugged her back and hushed her. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? They stood there a long time just hugging while she cried. Bill could feel his own eyes tear up and some tears might have even slipped down his cheeks.

"Why did you do this, Bill?"

Bill swallowed hard. He knew why he did it, why it had happened but he didn't want to say that to her.

xxx

Two years ago…

It had been a long time since Bill had gotten that drunk. He stood outside taking deep breaths while the party was still going inside. The world spun everytime he closed his eyes but he didn't really have energy to keep them open. A girl giggled next to him. He couldn't remember her name, just knew she was one of the dancers.

It was the wrap up party for a series he had filmed. A really fun project where he could show his more laid back style. The cast and crew were all quite young and appreciated a good party so they have had several wild nights, that's why he knew the wrap up party would be insane.

He was really stoked for this night until his girlfriend had called the day before and suddenly asked him to come home.

"Because I've seen how she looks at you!" She said annoyed.

He knew who she was talking about. It was one of the females in the cast. She was gorgeous, that even he was nervous before they had to film their sex scene. He was never nervous, always focused on the work but she made him unbalanced. She did flirt with him, but it was harmless. She was married and she had met Bill's girlfriend. It was just a fun little work fling.

"Nothing will happen, she is married and don't you trust me?"

"...I don't trust others."

Bill sighed.

"Why?"

"Because people want to use you. You know that too. She just wants some sort of attention and wants to use you."

Bill had heard that before from her, still he felt that both she and many others in their proximity wanted a piece of his spotlight. He never had a problem with that. He could share. It was also why he often helped his friends get jobs or let them be a part of his projects. He didn't need the spotlight for himself. It was just ironic that she would say such a thing.

"If that's the case, she can do that. I just want to go to this wrap up party now. I've earned it, I've worked really hard on this."

His girlfriend sighed and was quiet for so long Bill started to feel that he maybe did something stupid, that he was selfish for wanting to go to a party she wasn't comfortable with him going to.

"Go then but I'm not happy about it."

Bill heard her words in his head the whole night, it pissed him off. He had helped her so much, all the time but she still could say that others used him. As if he were stupid and would let people just walk over him. Or maybe that was what she did?

The anger made him want to freak out to the max and he soon was drunker than he felt comfortable being. He stood by the bar at the restaurant the production rented but couldn't follow any of the conversations. He wondered where the hot actress was. He hadn't seen her the whole night. Instead one of the dancers followed him around and looked at him with big eyes.

He stood outside of the restaurant with his head pressed against a lamp-post searching for his cigarettes when he felt the dancer's hand on his crotch.

"I want to suck your dick…" she said while trying to sound sexy. Bill looked at her hand and smirked. It felt rebellious to let her touch him and when she pressed up between him and the light-post to kiss him, he kissed back. Fuck it, he had already made out with half of the girls at this party. Who cares if it is in front of a camera or not?

"Bill…" Bill looked to the side and saw the director standing there and smiled a bit amused at him.

"Time to go to the hotel?"

Bill looked at the girl, she wasn't so pretty as she had been a moment ago. Her hand still hugged his crotch. Bill looked back at the director and stood up to his full height.

"... Yeah… Yeah.. Time to sleep."

The next day the anxiety came crashing hard. He had the worst hangover and remembered the girl that he had kissed sloppy. He felt grossed out by himself. He didn't drink that much any longer and he never thought he would be one to cheat. Would someone tell his girlfriend? He felt the need to call her so he could be the first to tell her.

"With who?" His girlfriend asked when he called. It wasn't the first question he expected but he guessed she had the right to know.

"One of the dancers. Meya is her name." She was quiet for a moment.

"Oh… Okay. Are you sure? She isn't that… I mean she isn't your type."

Bill sat quiet on his hotel bed. Did that matter?

"I just mean I would be more worried if it was that actress…" His girlfriend didn't sound affected at all. He had cheated but it sounded like she didn't really care.

"Okay…" Bill said.

"No one will believe her if she says she has done anything with you. So it's cool."

Bill didn't know what to say. He expected tears and the need to confess his love but she seemed to care more about what others would think.

They hung up after just seven minutes. She wasn't angry. She wasn't worried. Because no one would believe the girl anyway. Was that the most important thing? What others believed?

xxx

Because of their past, Bill wasn't ready for the tears. He didn't expect her to cry in his arms until his shirt had a wet spot. He let her cry against him until it sounded like she had calmed down then he led her to the couch. She sat down close to him, like she had forgotten it was him who made her cry.

"I can forgive you but… Damn Bill, how long have you done this?" She said with red eyes. Bill leaned back on the couch. He didn't know how to approach this.

"Five months. But… This isn't just a fling. I…" He dragged his hands over his face and let them stay there when he heard her begin to cry again.

"...Why? We have been together for so many years… We are a family Bill…"

"I know, I know… But… Fuck, she just made me feel again. We both know it hasn't been like it used to be between us and Tiana…"

"Don't say her name!" She interrupted forcefully. Bill swallowed dryly and looked at her.

"I have always known that this would happen one day… One day one of all those thirsty girls would…" she sighed and hugged a pillow in her lap.

Bill looked at her but didn't know what to say. In some way he had known it too. He often wondered if they would have been together if she hadn't become pregnant. She had made several actions that he probably would have thought differently about if she wasn't the mother of his child. And thirsty girls? Yeah he had met a few he gladly would have let warm his lonely hotel beds but he never did it out of respect to her, his daughter but also the fear of being detected as a cheater. But now he has done it. It maybe never was a question of if it would happen but the question of when it would happen. Of course he never planned to cheat but he always saw it as a risk when their relationship changed and became more of a business deal for the both of them.

"...I hope we can do this in a good way for our daughter… Like, I know that I have hurt you and done a really shitty thing but… I hope we can be friends…” Bill said and tried to sound as calm and reasonable as possible.

She laughed a bit bitterly and looked around in their home. He didn't even have many things there anymore, most of it he had moved to his house.

"Friends…" she laughed again.

"Yeah, it would be best for all of us and… We can continue to work together?" He said. He hadn't thought about saying that but now it felt logical. He could still share the spotlight with her. She took a deep breath and looked at Bill. He looked tired and his hair was messy but he looked so handsome. When they first started to date he was still so boyish and lanky but now he was a man in every way. He had aged so well and would probably continue to do so.

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Tiana walked with Puff on a leash from Ellen’s. It felt like everyone knew. That everyone looked at her, judging her for sleeping with a Skarsgård, for being a slut, a homewrecker. She walked with her eyes on Puff. He stood and watched as three small birds jumped around in the grass. Tiana sighed. Everything felt so hopeless. How would she be able to continue this? And if she did she would always be the girl Bill cheated with. That wasn't a good start for a relationship. Could she handle the hate? Would she be able to not google her own name and read all the hateful things people wrote? She had already done that three times and found people calling her ugly, cheap, and even going so low as to make racist remarks. Was Bill worth all that?

She was lost in her thoughts when Bill called but woke up to the vibration in her pocket. She lifted up Puff, she couldn't focus on him while talking to Bill.

"Hey…" She answered.

"Hey babe, how are you?" He asked carefully. He was on his way to get his daughter at Gustaf's.

"Fine. I’ve been with Ellen a bit…"

"Good, good… I've talked with her now… I think we have agreed to a solution…"

Tiana was quiet. It was a great thing, still she couldn't find any joy.

"... I'm going to Gothenburg for a few days…" Tiana said carefully. "Just to get a break from all of this… It's just hard being outside in Stockholm right now and… I need to be with my family."

"...Oh." Bill said low. He sat down on a park bench to be able to really take in what Tiana said. "When will you be back?"

"...I don't know." Tiana felt her heart beat fast. She didn't want to hurt Bill but at that moment she didn't feel like she had another choice.

Bill sat quiet on the bench and wiped away a tear that had pushed its way out from his closed eyes.

"...I love you." He said with a shaky voice.

Tiana smiled but the tears started running down her cheeks.

"I love you too, Billy Boy."

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