#valter x reader

[miniisunshine]

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

JUST LOOK AT THEM

[blueberrypancakesworld]

NSFW - Alphabet - Faust

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

masterlist

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

[princess-lvcifer]

ride the lightning

loc!euronymous x f!reader • drabble

As usual it was a cold and cloudy day in Oslo, and a quiet afternoon in Helvete: Euronymous was focused in his office while Faust was restocking vinyls in the shop, and she was quietly watching a film in the corner, lying down with a magazine which she flicked through when the film got boring.

A gasp caught the attention of the young woman, who wasn't an employee there but had the privilege of being at home because she was close to them. She turned her head and looked up quickly to look at Faust, who was holding a record. When she saw that he was fine and nothing serious was wrong her head returned to its original position almost without thinking, but then she turned her head to look at him again, focusing on the disc he was holding. He turned to look at her as well, both eyes and mouths wide as saucers, smiling a huge grin.

"No fucking way!" she said seeing the green disc her friend held in his hands as she dropped the magazine and stood up to approach him, almost laughing with excitement at the surprise: a green edition of Metallica's Ride the Lightning, a very rare and badly printed factory version.

"Euronymous!" said Faust calling his friend out of his office as he set the disc on the counter.

"Øystein!" she mimicked.

"What?" he asked from there, raising his voice as they did so that he could be heard.

"Just come here, fuck!" she insisted almost in a hurry, even though the disc wasn't going anywhere.

The aforementioned, as he defeatedly got up from his chair and left his office, thought for a moment that it was some letter that had arrived. He even thought for a second that maybe they were looking at a newspaper with some crime committed by Varg on the front page. He thought the same thing when he saw them standing around the counter, Faust on the outside and she on the inside, where he ended up as well, standing beside her and staring at the disc in astonishment.

"It's your lucky day! You can sell it at a premium, I'm sure some collector will buy it at a good price!"

"No, it's for you," he said, calm and determined.

"What?" She asked confused.

"It's your favourite band, your favourite record," he said as if it was obvious that she had to keep it.

"I already have it, I don't need it," she shook her head, "and you need the money."

"I appreciate that you care about my finances," he said, holding back a small laugh, "but they're my problem. Keep it, I insist."

Knowing them and seeing that it was going to take a long time, Faust rolled his eyes and continued to replace the discs as if nothing had happened.

"No, it's yours."

"And I want you to have it."

"I don't want it, thanks."

"You're such a Metallica fan that you even write these things called fanfics, you go to Sweden every year and when Cliff died it was like they killed your mother, who else deserves to have this record more than you?"

"It's not about deserving, it's about the fact that I already have it and it's yours. And you need the fucking money more than I do."

Euronymous was about to protest, but Faust opened his mouth first to say:

"Fuck, if you keep this up, I'll take it."

[ill-skillsgard]

Sorry if this is inappropriate but could you direct me to the person who wrote about reader x Alex x valter x bill please :)

Not inappropriate in the slightest, and that would be my wonderful and amazingly talented friend @dreamtherapy who is the best.

❤️

[emotionaldepravity]

I am once again asking for caellach and valter fighting over the summoner 👁👁

GHFJDSKDJFHG I guess it is finally time for me to deliver. Self indulgent of course because I am summoner supported to Caellach right now. 

-When Valter was summoned to your side, he was quick to establish dominance amoung your other suitors. He knew what he wanted and made sure that anyone in his way to you got pushed aside. As an efficient killer, battles were easily won with him leading the way. He spent many nights at your side as he snaked his way into your heart and mind. No other hero knew you better which made his conquest so much easier. You were eager to embrace the darkness inside him, and he was happy to take his time shaping you into his ideal lover. 

-However, the moment you summoned Caellach, Valter was angry. Though others knew to stay away from you, Valter knew that Caellach would hardly be interested in whether he had claimed you already or not. 

- Of course, as Valter had expected, Caellach became totally charmed by you. Not only did you offer him the power to kill, but you were willing to listen to his dreams of being King. You opened his eyes to how narrow his view was in being a ruler, but you never insulted him by claiming he could never achieve it. Eventually, the Tigers Eye’s dream evolved into you being at his side and coming home with him. The mere thought that you could be with anyone else but him sickened Valter to the point something had to be done. 

- It started as little remarks to you like “I’m not like that freak Valter, I’m kind to women” and “Caellach is a minnow who wouldn’t know what to do with prey like you”. Warnings of what the other was capable of and how disloyal the other was were whispered between candied words for you. It was almost sweet at how much they seemed to despise one another. 

-Once Caellach had joined the ranks of the gold generals, it became even more personal as Caellach turned up the charm and the flirting. As the compliments towards you were more public, the tension rose.

-Then, it turned into flaunting and preening. Caellach’s shirts became tighter and tighter to show off how thick his chest and arms are. Valter washed his hair stood closer to you in battle to show off how willing he was to keep his promise that only he could kill you. Not to be out done, Caellach was quick to stand at your side in battle as well. As he called out one liners like “For my [Y/N]!”, Valter could only growl at the idea that you could belong to anyone but him. 

- After that Valter was determined to show you that the other man wasn’t as capable has he seemed. Caellach was assigned to lead a huge mission that could make supplying the rest of the army with provisions in between the seemingly endless skirmishes across Zenith. The loss of an important port to random bandits just because his team was told the wrong direction was disheartening, but not as disheartening at how quick you ran to Caellach to comfort him. Despite all the sabotage, and how smug Valter was after the news, all he succeeded in doing was driving you into the other mans arms. 

-If you would defy him so much then Valter could only do one last thing. After a strategy meeting, he waited for you to be alone and pinned you to the corridor wall. 

“It seems you have forgotten your place [Y/N]. Let me remind you.”

Before you could act, he kissed you. As ravenous as the beast he is, he did not remove his lips from yours till he was satisfied. Your breathless expression was decent enough payback for your insolence.

-For a time, this kept you on Valter's side which irritated Caellach in turn. He could only think about one thing to say to have the winds turn in his favor. Before letting you go into the mess hall, he pulled you to him. Towering over you, he made sure the only thing you could see was him.

"I've been thinking. You have done so much for me and taught me so much. I'd like to have you at my side when I become king. We could even start with Askr here. I think you'd make a fine queen."

-Before letting you answer, he kissed you and took advantage of your surprise by snaking his tongue down your throat. Flush against him and held in place by his strength, all you could do was moan into his mouth. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, a smirk etched into his face even without an answer.

-After recovering, you told him that you'll think about it. You wondered if you truly have the heart to actually go through with taking over Askr. More importantly could you pick between either of them? All you could hope for was that they were too prideful to confront you directly.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Master List: Fire Emblem the Scared Stones

Ephraim: helping the summoner open up, “Your happiness comes before mine.”,

Innes: how dense can one summoner be?, the answer is quite a lot,

Joshua: acting as the summoners wingman only to realize they like him too,

Lyon: fallen Lyon “Unfortunately for you, once I had decided your were mine there was nothing you could have done to change your fate”, taking care of the summoner after they overwork themself,

Multi: Ephraim & Innes; being competitive over the summoner

Valter: Unlikely Savior, Susuruss, For some reason you trust Valter,

[mypersonalrambling]

Christmas Wonders

Warnings: None. Fluff

Pairings: Valter x Reader 

Requested: Yes :)

Summary: Christmas is your favorite holiday and Valter makes it extra special

Author’s note: This was requested a long time ago. I’m so sorry for the person who requested it. But I finally finished it, I hope you like! I tried to incorporate the reading being from Wales since that’s what they wanted, but wasn’t sure exactly how to execute it so I more or less mention your accent. 

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Christmas has always been your favorite holiday; the lights, the music, the air is cold and crisp. . This year is even more special as you have someone significant to share it with. You’ve been dating Valter for almost a year, the relationship could only be described as a fantasy. Valter and you met at a coffee shop not too long after you moved from Wales to Sweden. He fell in love with your accent immediately; he would listen to you talk for hours specifically about your childhood.  

Two months after meeting you moved into Valter’s apartment; it wasn’t a difficult decision as you were there most days anyway. Both of your friends and families were apprehensive of how quickly the relationship progressed, however, the two of you proved them wrong and lasted longer than anyone would have guessed. 

Now it’s the weekend before December 1st which only means one thing, it’s time to decorate for Christmas. You hop out of bed, attempting to not disturb Valter. Rushing to the storage room, you drag all the boxes filled with decorations to the living room. By the time Valter woke up, the living room looks as if it was meant to be in a Hallmark movie. “Wow, you really went all out.” 

“Of course, these decorations can only be enjoyed for a month, you have to put them up as soon as possible. Usually, I put them up right after Thanksgiving, but seeing as this is the first year sharing it with someone, I didn’t want to go overboard.” You turn back to finish putting the ornaments on the tree.  Each ornament is unique and has a symbolic meaning. You have some from when you were a child, given to you by your grandmother. Some you’ve gotten in different countries after traveling. You even have one Valter picked out a couple of weeks ago; the ornament has the anniversary date of the first time you met and your favorite picture of the two of you. 

“Did you leave anything for me to help with?” He rubs his eyes attempting to rid them of sleepiness. You’ve always thought he looks most attractive after just waking up. His hair is always a mess, usually, his pants are hanging low on his hips, and his voice is at least an octave lower than it normally is. 

You can’t help but stare at his entire body before answering.“You can put the star on top. I can’t reach it.” You grab the star out of the box, stretching your arm out so he can take it. 

“Is that all I’m good for? Just reaching things you can’t?” He snarks. He loves to tease you about how he’s always having to reach things for you since his apartment is built for a person of his height and not yours. 

“Yep. I only date you because you’re tall. I’m so sorry it took this long for you to find out,” you say sarcastically. He walks up until he’s standing directly behind you and able to put it up on the tree. Once the decorations are complete, you make your famous hot chocolate so you can sit and enjoy the fruits of your labor. 

The two of you curl up on the couch to watch Christmas movies for the day. You lay so that Valter is behind you with his arms wrapping around you, with a blanket thrown on top. You never feel more at ease than when Valter is holding you. Throughout the movies, he jokes about the cheesiness of the storylines until you remind him your relationship would appear cheesy to others as well. The closer Christmas became the more stress there was. You come from a relatively small family or at least compared to Valter’s. Trying to find the perfect gift for everyone seems impossible. Valter tried to relieve the stress as best he can. He gives you a list of suggestions for his family and tells you no matter what you give them, they will enjoy it. 

It’s Christmas Eve and your nerves are through the roof.  Stellan’s party is this evening and you are running around making sure you have all the gifts packed, the dish you are bringing is prepared correctly, and the outfit you’re wearing fits. This is the first time you will meet all of his siblings. You’ve met a few of them on different occasions but never all together. Valter did his best to help calm you. The drive to the party felt like an eternity. His family has always treated you with kindness. 

You are the first to arrive. Slowly the rest of Valter’s siblings and their families trickle in. When Bill arrives he makes a beeline for you. Besides Valter, Bill was the one you are closest to. Once everyone arrives and is settled in, Stellan informs dinner is ready shortly after. Most of the food is traditional Swedish, however, Stellan being as kind as he is, made a couple of dishes from Wales.   

After everyone is done stuffing themselves, it’s decided there should be a rest period before opening presents. Most everyone convenes in the living room; some sit on the floor to stretch out while most find a comfortable place near the fire. The youngest two children can barely contain their excitement. You’ve lost count of the times they’ve asked if it’s time to open presents. By the time everyone agrees that it’s time to open, the youngest two rush over to the tree to grab their gifts. 

The tradition in Valter’s family is the youngest opens first and the oldest last, as to keep children occupied while others open their gifts. There is minimal talking while gifts are being opened. Finally, it is Valter’s turn; you hand him two packages from under the tree; one small and one of larger capacity. 

First, you hand him the little one, knowing he’ll want to use the second as soon as he opens it. He slowly peels the wrapping paper off of the small one, attempting to not destroy it. He begins to tear up when he opens the box; a couple of months prior you bought a necklace with the date the two of you met. “It’s stunning, I’m never going to take it off.”  He isn’t as cautious when tearing the paper off of the second present. His face lit up as a child that awakes early on Christmas morning. “I...how did you...they sold out in minutes,” his voice full of bewilderment. He’s been talking about the new Playstation for weeks but was unsuccessful at obtaining one. You remember him staying up waiting for the launch, making sure he had everything he would need, however so many others had the same plan. What Valter didn’t know was that you had also been online for the launch and was slightly quicker. 

“I was in the other room when you were trying to order and was faster than you.” He enveloped you in a hug whispering his thanks among all of the nasty things he planned for later to properly thank you, as he put it. 

Valter finishes opening the gifts from his family then it’s your turn. Being as you are a little nervous, you have a difficult time controlling your shaky hands. By the time you are done, you have a new phone case, new shoes, and of course Christmas decorations. You snuggle up with Valter while the rest of his family opens their presents. 

Eventually, all the gifts are open, many are sitting reveling in their new possessions. One of your traditions is to sit outside and enjoy the snow. You excuse yourself, grab your coat and head out to the backyard. It’s only just beginning to snow, sticking to the foot already on the ground. You find a chair under an awning untouched by snow. Sitting down, you block out anything that isn’t the flurries falling from the sky. 

You only move to go inside when your entire body is numb from the cold. Walking back into the living room, you notice a small gift still sitting under the tree. You inspect it unable to find a name. “We forgot one gift, but I can’t find who it belongs to.” You face them, holding it up, but not one person seems to know. 

“It’s for you,” Valter’s voice startles you from behind. 

“Why is it still under here?” You ask still focusing on the very small box. 

“Because I wanted to wait until the perfect moment.” 

“Perfect moment for what?” 

You turn towards him as he is getting down on one knee, “I have been thinking about this for months, but I didn’t want to scare you off. And with your love for Christmas, I thought tonight is a perfect time. We’ve only known each other for a year and the year has been so much better than I ever imagined.  I can’t envision my life without you in it. You’re the most kind, caring person I know. You encourage me to become a better man.  Y/N, will you marry me?” 

Shock courses throughout your entire body. You never an inkling he was going to propose. Valter isn’t the best at keeping secrets, however, he kept this secret as his life depended on it. Your entire relationship hastily runs through your mind; how picture-perfect everything seems, how Valter seems to even you out, and how you can’t envision your life without him. “Y/N?” Valter’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. You can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!” You can’t express the euphoria running through you. Tears start to form at the corner of your eyes. As Valter stands up and pulls you into a hug, Bill walks over and congratulates the two of you. The next few minutes are spent with congratulations from the family. The ring is simple, but elegant. A small heart shaped red jem with two small diamonds on either side. It’s better than anything you could have ever picked out. Eija jokes later on, she was the one who picked it out or otherwise Valter would have picked a boring ring, as she put it. You know no matter what style he picked out, you would love it. Hell He could have proposed with a ring pop and yes would have still been your answer. 

During the commotion, you don’t notice that Alexander disappears until he comes back into the room with bottles of champagne. “I think this calls for a toast!” He passes around glasses until all the adults have one. “To Valter and Y/N. May their journey be filled with bliss and laughter.” 

By midnight almost everyone has left to go home. Valter and you are some of the last ones to leave. You never in a million years thought this night would get better, however, Valter had one more surprise up his sleeve. 

When you arrive home, you see roses leading from the front door to the bedroom. The bedroom looks as if it is taken straight from a romantic comedy. Roses covered the bed spelling I Love You, candles are placed strategically, giving the room a nice glow. “When did you have time to do this?” 

“I bought all of this a couple of weeks ago. I had a friend come over and set it up while we were celebrating Christmas. I let him know when we were leaving so that he could light the candles.” 

“I can’t believe you did this. It looks like it could be out of a magazine.” You pull him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his waist. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his arms holding you to him as if you’ll float away if he doesn’t. Valter pops more champagne which you failed to notice sitting off to the side. He also had an arrangement of chocolate-covered fruit. 

He then hands you another box, this one slightly bigger than the one for the ring. “What’s this?” 

“Open it.” In the box is a ruby red ornament with white writing simply stating ‘engaged.’ Tears begin to well up in your eyes. Nothing seems right to say, so you simply bring him in for another hug. 

The two of you spent the night celebrating one of the most significant events in your life so far. Valter kept his promise by properly thanking you over and over again.

[raewritesfiction]

Scratch That [Valter Skarsgard Imagine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do that again…!” he moans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ilovetheideaofu]

This is too cute.

Valter snuggles on the couch, you’re goofing off and doing those gibberish word jumbles

“Eh coopa teh... what do you think that is?”

Half asleep, you nuzzle closer to his chest and move your gaze up to him with a smile. “A cup of tea, baby,” you mumble sleepily.

Valter makes a face before shaking his head, “how can you be so- oh. It is a cup of tea.”

You giggle and pat your hand on his chest, “any time handsome. Any time.”

The rain outside was pounding loudly, keeping the skies dark and the air heavy. The perfect day to just cuddle on the couch and wear pajamas all day. It’s exactly what you intended to do, and as soon as you wormed yourself to lay between his legs, his arms instantly wrapped around you, one on his phone to play with filters on Instagram and Snapchat, and the other to scratch along your scalp.

“How about.. sped doors wall hoe?” He asks, brows pinched in confusion. Pouts lips mouth the phrase, and you giggle as you look up at him with a blush.

“Valter.... spit or swallow.”

Suddenly, his brows shoot up and his eyes widen, a bright grin spreading on his face, “well, you got that one mighty fast.” He sends you a wink and you laugh against his stomach, and he sets his phone aside; he cups his hands under your arms and hauls you to lay chest to chest with him, watching fondly as you bat his roaming hands away.

“I’m too tired!” You whine between giggles. He shrugs with a smirk before tossing his arms back around you, letting you nuzzle against his chest again. You feel your eyes get heavy as you slowly drift against him, and-

“So like... if you had to pick one.”

“Shut up, Valter,” you giggle.

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Kinktober 2021

11.Asphyxiation

Character-Valter-Fire Emblem Sacred Stones

Valter, Gender Neutral Reader, Sounds dubious but it’s consensual. Reader gets dicked down. Marking(scratching and biting), blood, feral fucking, implied reader masochism, Valter cums inside

You really never trusted Valter. The way he moved, he talked always unnerved. So how you allowed him so close is beyond yourself. Confusing even. However now he’s near, so near. In your room, on your bed. He had ripped your clothes from your body laying you bare for his eyes only.

“I always get my prey,” Valter boasts his fingers brushing over your lips almost gently. His other hand jerks one of your legs to the side for more room to slot his hips against your. Cock already erect, poking your inner thigh. 

Your breath falters as he leans down dragging his teeth, his canines sharper than they have the right to be. Threatening to puncture the delicate skin under them. Unfortunately Valter doesn’t have empty threats. Mouth reaching the crossroads of your neck and shoulder he bites down. His jaw tensing, clenching as he feels blood puddle into his mouth. 

He pulls his head away, hips thrusting into you. Rubbing his cock against the area it wants to go. Valter doesn't explore your body more than he just violates it. His nails claw at whatever flesh is under it. Sides, arms and outer thighs bearing his claim on you. 

If anyone saw you they’d believe you were mauled .Valter presses you down into the bed as he takes his place over you. He doesn’t prep so you just hold on for the ride. Forcing himself inside grabbing your wrists. Nails digging into them. His ashy blue long hair messily hanging down as he leers at you. A cruel grin blood smeared on his lips and chin. 

If he wasn’t balls deep you'd be worried he planned to kill you. Second thoughts he just still just might

He starts off with a rough, merciless pace. Strong thighs that help him stay on his wyvern, helping him in his path of dominating his prey. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist made his hips stutter for a second. Like he didn’t expect reciprocation before he got straight back into it. Swapping one wrist together with the one in his left so he could gripp your hip and pull your ass off the bed. He forces himself deep, making you do whatever he wants. He growls if you try to move like he expects you to try and flee from him. Despite his monstrous pace it sprouts pleasure from your lower regions. Making noise spurs him to smash his lips to yours. Eating your sounds. Teeth scraping and biting your lips. His eyes wide as he lifts his face from yours. Valters pace becomes more beastly as he grips your hip tighter, most likely drawing more blood. He makes a sound you could only akin to a roar as he cums, pressing himself almost painfully tight against you. Sandwiching you between himself and the bed below. He pulls out just long enough to flip you onto all fours. Valter takes what he wants, he hungers for, and for now he wants you.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hey there! I really like your Faust shorts. Usually I’m nervous about requesting stuff, but I wanted to ask. Do you think maybe you could do Bard and a younger fan reader who’s been helping out at helvete for a job? He calls her “little lady,” both because she’s younger and way shorter than him lol. Maybe some of her bullies come into the shop and start teasing her, but then scary tall lanky boy comes out with the scary dog energy and scars them off? And when he sees that she’s kinda upset still about what happens he offers to let her pick out the horror movie they’re gonna watch together. Just cute platonic stuff with a smug of a crush on readers side lol

My little Lady - Faust x fem!reader

warning : alcohol, cuddling, use of a knife and gun

Info : Hi hi thanks for the request anon don't be nervous the only bad thing that could happen is a ,,No". So have fun reading this and hope you and others likes it ;)

masterlist

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Helvete was the place to go if you were looking for like-minded people, weirdos, crazy people, satanists or simply a distraction.

It was a store for freaks, for people who didn't want to belong in society and didn't do so. A store that was nevertheless a home for very specific people.

A home that became a place where all the freaks could meet to be just that. Freaks. It was the store where the little lady stayed, at least that's what Faust always called her.

The younger employee who initially only helped out at the weekend was now an employee and a member of the store. At first, the boys had almost laughed at her when she came in because of her size she almost seemed to still be at school.

Although this was not the case, it was an unusual view, but by the time she proved herself on the drums and especially in her knowledge of music, she had the respect of the group. Her knowledge went so far that she only had to hear one note to know which song and band it was.

A talent that the biggest of the group, Faust, found particularly amusing. When he wasn't asleep, at home or watching horror movies, he was always in the store and a friendship soon developed between the two of them.

What started with a ,,Here, let me help you" and him taking a box from her to put it on the highest shelf usually ended with an extended evening in the store where they both listened to their favorite music.

She gave him a new knife for his birthday and he gave her a pair of boots with heels. Heels that made her a little taller, but not quite enough to even come close to her.

But she loved these boots and wore them almost every day, even on the day the door to the store opened and a certain group came in. Great, she thought as she looked up from the box of new records.

It was the new print of the Venom album and many would be coming in tomorrow so she wanted to get everything ready. But when she saw exactly who was standing in the doorway, she had to stifle a frustrated cry.

,,Well, if it isn't the freak," she heard the leader of her "friends" say, and she hadn't been able to get rid of the three of them since she had left the church.

She had met the three of them at the church and when she started wearing a little more black, well, Satan always shows himself in the strangest places.

,,If you want to buy something, make it otherwise," she tried, trying to suppress the fear and discomfort in her voice. But as the three approached her, she slowly moved away, wanting to escape, wanting to stop being the victim.

,,Oh, we're buying... only the customer service isn't that good, is it, boys?" he asked and suddenly the other two began to take the records out of their packaging and smash them. Their pleas and screams to stop stopped as the oldest of the three approached them.

She pushed hard with her back against the corner and her fear showed when he slid his fingers to her earrings. ,,It would be a shame to lose it," he murmured and placed his fingers on the upturned cross earring. ,,Don't do that," she said, her voice brittle and full of fear that he would tear her earring off.

Tears formed in her eyes as she watched more records being destroyed, the pain in her ear intensifying. Before suddenly footsteps could be heard from the cellar.

They sounded heavy and the steps creaked under the older man. ,,If I were you, you go now!" he hissed and she saw the knife flash in his hand as he looked at the three of them from behind his hair. ,,And what if you don't?" one of the three asked and threw a record at the larger one.

But Faust caught it and threw it so precisely that the edge cut the little one. ,,I'm... bleeding," he said firmly and backed away slowly, while the other fled, cursing as Faust pointed the knife at him.

,,What, are you going to kill me?" the leader asked, letting go of the young woman and walking towards the taller one, who towered over him. But Faust just smirked before grabbing the smaller one by the collar and pulling him towards him.

The coldness of the knife lay against the younger man's throat. ,,Do you want to find out?" he asked and saw the fear slowly forming in his gaze as he tore himself away and ran out screaming.

Before the door closed and Faust instantly lost the creepy energy. But in all of this she felt the rapid beating of her heart, which she knew was not only due to her fear.

Perhaps she had developed a little crush on him in all this time. But above all, he had her gratitude. ,,Thank you... Faust," she said and threw her arms around him, hugging the taller one, who lifted her up with a smile and twirled around slightly.

,,Come on, little lady, pick a movie and I'll make some popcorn...no one should say you were afraid of them," he said with a grin and went into the professional kitchen before she settled into the beanbag and decided on Halloween.

Already feeling much more relaxed watching the beginning, she soon felt the bowl of popcorn in her lap. ,,I couldn't have made a better choice, little lady," he said, slapping her lightly on the arm before he took some popcorn and she leaned against him before they both enjoyed the movie together.

But inside they both knew that they would give their lives to the other. They would look out for each other...they always would.

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[ewritesthangs]

Proposals

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

[emotionaldepravity]

Valter reacting to an s/o that is yandere for him~

-Finally! Oh how long he has waited for the one he desires more than anything understand that he is truly the only one that could ever love them.

-Your devotion to him is expected, and you meet all his expectations so well.

-Even though a normal man could see that you aren’t quite yourself around him, the crazed expression on your face as you gaze up at him fills him with a greater joy than even a good hunt.

-When you defend him to Alfonse and Sharena, he is surprised as he would simply brush their comments off, but you felt the need to prove that you care. He loves how much you seem to value him. 

-Valter doesn’t care if you hurt others for him. He knows what he desires, and as long as you don’t take his prey you should be fine. As he would let you know, you will face consequences if you kill the Renais twins instead of him.

-He has no trouble with letting you put yourself in danger. Letting him save you just so he can remind you that only he can kill you? Sounds fun to him. After all, the bliss on your face as he scoops you up to take you home makes any trouble worth it. 

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

I am in. love. with the way you write Valter. You somehow capture his eerie calmness in a way I’ve never seen before! ❤️ I’d die if you published any more content for the trash man (If you need specifics, maybe a dignified summoner giving him a serious compliment?) Anyways, I love your work!!

This comment means so much to me because (and I say this in the middle of writing this request) Valter is just… hard for me to capture bc as much as I like him its hard for me to write like… mean people? So I hope you like this, anon, its gonna get kinda long!  Oppsie how did this piece end up being 3000 words? What’s up with that? I hope you like it anon, I feel like I may have gotten a little too ooc but like… oh well!

Winter festivities may have been over, but the weather was still here to stay for some time. It was snowing in full swing, but still, the enemy came to you; the blizzard had caught everyone by surprise, and when you had been ordering your forces to retreat, you got cut off from most of them. You were alone and fearful. What if the enemy found you first? What if you simply died from exposure in this cold? What a way for the legendary Summoner to die. All the enemies you had managed to outwit prior would be laughing, hell the lot of them are likely laughing at your despair right this moment.

You hadn’t quite given up, but you were ready to scream out of frustration when in the surge of white and nothingness pushed up quickly around you. You cursed this new blanket of snow and covered your eyes as best you could, squinting against the blinding color to see what had happened. Would this be your demise or your savior? It finally cleared so you could see what was before you, a familiar, albeit, gruff, wyvern and it’s ruthless master. Upon seeing Valter, you couldn’t quite say if this would be the death of you or not. You couldn’t quite tell with him, but the contract bound him. Perhaps you would be safe with him. He was the closest thing to an ally around you right now, and your only hope.

“Where is everyone else?” You had to raise your voice in the shrill of the storm, moving closer to Valter so he could hear you. His wyvern was also big enough to provide a bit of cover from the storm. Its scales must have been thicker than you could tell because it didn’t seem to mind the cold at all. In fact, Valter didn’t seem to mind either. He had that same smirk on his face as usual, probably due to the circumstances you currently found yourself in. Probably took some sick pleasure in knowing he was your only hope, but no need to dwell on that.

“You’re the only one I’ve been able to find, Summoner. It seems we’ve been cut off from the main force.” He wasn’t meeting your gaze, not due to shyness or awkwardness, but to make sure you weren’t followed. His survey of the arena turned out short and he continued speaking. “You’re lucky, that cloak of yours lets you blend into the snow well.” He stepped closer to you and blocked even more cold from you. You didn’t want to admit how much you appreciated that, you were freezing, because you knew the gesture was meant to intimidate you. “But you are my prey, and no matter what, I shall find you.” You frowned and crossed your arms, looking up at him.

“That’s great, but can you take us back to our main force? I can’t stay out there like this much longer or I get hypothermia. I’m already starting to lose feeling in my hands.” Valter studied you a moment, from your slight shivering, how you were trying to stop your teeth from chattering, and how you still managed to look angry at him through you frozen bangs.

“The storm is getting too thick for me to search properly. However,” His lips curled into a bigger grin, one that would have made you frown more had you energy to do so. “I passed by a shelter not far from here, we should be able to make it there and wait out the brunt of this storm.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Okay then, lead the way.” He jumped atop his wyvern, and without much of asking, pulled you atop in front of him as well.

“Be careful not to fall Summoner.” Valter’s chuckle rang through your ears as his arms circled either side of your waist to pick up the reins. With a quick snap, his wyvern was once more in the air, and you squealed in surprise. You wouldn’t fall off due to his arms on either side of you yet you still felt unsafe. Your fear kept you from speaking, and the blistering wind hitting your face kept your eyes closed. Your pressed close to Valter, just wishing this experience to be over.

It wasn’t long before you heard Valter laugh again. “There was no need to be so frighted, no harm would have befallen you.” You slowly open your eyes and saw Valter was already standing just outside a small cabin. The place even had a sizable barn nearby, with large enough doors for Valter’s wyvern to stay in.

“With you, I’m never certain,” You grumbled, trying to look for a way down without hurting yourself. You never understood how he seemed to just jump on and off this beast. Wordlessly, Valter offered you his hand. Slowly, you took it, and he helped you down. “Thank you…” Your words were quiet as if not meant for his ears. Valter heard them well enough, though. Seemed he had no intention to say your welcome, though. You turned away from him, and knocked on the door a few times, only for the door to push in by its self. You pushed in more and took a hesitant step inside the cold place. Valter wasn’t far behind and was quick to place a warning hand on your shoulder. You didn’t very well expect this to be a trap, but it was better to be wary in these situations you supposed. So, you let him take the lead to see what was inside this one room cabin.

It was dark but still spacious. If anything, it looked hastily abandoned. You could make out the vague shape of an overturned table, a bed moved away from the wall, and other clutter. “I think its clear…” Your voice was soft, sad. “The battle was so close to here… whoever lived here must have fled in fear.” Valter didn’t respond but replaced his weapon on his back, doing a once over of the place. “You should lead your wyvern to that barn, so it at least has cover from the elements. I’ll see if I can get a fire started in here.” You looked to him, and though he was frowning, left to do as you asked. You weren’t sure if he had much care in his heart for that wyvern, but at least he seemed to take care of it. More like a weapon than a companion, though.

It was hard for your eyes to adjust from the blinding white of snow to the darkness of the cabin you found yourself in. You stuck close to the wall, moving to the far end where a single, small window illuminated a fireplace. The place was a little messy, as you had said someone left in a hurry and left many things behind. When you could finally see better, you searched around for anything that might help you start this fire. Coals were in there, and it fact it was already made with tinder and smaller logs as if someone were planning on using it soon. Was there flint around here, or two rocks you could strike together? Hell, if you could find a fire tome you could make that work. You had very little practice with a tome (all in an effort to grow more useful to the Order of Heroes, though your practice mostly was “reading the same tome five times over to understand it”). With luck, you found some flint and a small steel dagger to strike it against. Crouching down, you neared the tinder pile, and struck the dagger, once, twice, it was only by the third time did you get a spark large enough to catch one of the dried leaves. You quickly backed your hands off and stood, dusting yourself off as you did so. Lucky for you, the flame took to the tinder and slowly the pieces of wood were catching flame as well. Soon, the cold and the dark would leave this cabin and you could think more clearly.

Valter chose that time to come back in then, closing and locking the door behind him. You were quiet, choosing instead to tidy up the place as the light slowly began to grow from behind you. The air was tense, but perhaps only for you. You knew Valter would be fine with just the two of you for an indefinite amount of time, but would you? How long would the storm outside rage, and your allies wonder what happened to you? You didn’t want to know how long. Surely after they retreated, there would be search parties.

“You’ve been staring for a few minutes now, Summoner. Are you sure you’re all there?” You blinked, clearing your foggy vision and focusing once more on Valter. You studied him a moment more,  seeing as he sat on a small couch near to the fire, and shook your head.

“Just lost in my thoughts is all.” now that it was getting warmer, you realized just how soaked you and your cloak were. Your cloak and boots at least could dry next to the fire thank, but you had nothing else to change into here. You sighed now, unsure what to do or really how to conduct yourself. Near the fire, on the side opposing where the couch sat were what looked to be cupboards. They were thrown open and some of the contents spilling to the counter below. By the light of the fire, you could tell it was… some sort of food. Some of it had been taken when the occupants fled, but you could see mason jars with preserves in there, both fruit and vegetables, dried meats left behind, and a barrel in the furthest corner half filled with water. Though, you supposed, if you really needed water you only need collect some snow and let it melt before the fire.

“It looks like whoever was here before us left enough preserves for us to stay here the next few days, though I don’t think its enough to last us a week. Hopefully, this storm will pass soon and we can meet up with our main force.” You really didn’t feel like eating, or drinking, or anything really. A sigh left you. Valter turned and peaked through the curtains behind him.

“The storm won’t be letting up any time soon, Summoner. Rest if you need to.” You frowned but moved to the bed near to the food storage. You pushed it back against the wall, only for extra blankets to appear folded where it once covered. You wanted them for yourself but… You very well didn’t want Valter to have an excuse to share this bed with you. So, you moved over to the opposite side of the couch, and placed it there. “… Make sure you get some rest as well, okay? It’s unlikely our enemy will find us here if they dare to brave that storm at all.” He nodded, acknowledging your words but still looking out at the storm. You were feeling fatigued anyway, so perhaps sleeping earlier would be best for you.

So you moved back to the bed, shaking out the blanket and wiping off the sheets just in case. You took one glace at Valter, then back to the bed. You would get under the covers, and then take off your wet clothing. It could dry overnight on the bed frame, and if you were lucky you would awaken before Valter and be able to put them, and your cloak, back on. When you were finished awkwardly wiggling out of your clothing (you were sure he noticed though he hadn’t turned your way once while you did so), you realized you could hardly keep your eyes open. Though still wary of Valter, you cuddled up into the blanket and allowed yourself to drift off. Hoping that soon, the storm would be over or clear enough that you could attempt to move through it.

Valter waited and watched. When your breathing slowed, and your eyes finally closed, he still waited and watched. It could have been an hour or more, it was hard to tell the time now, but he was sure it had been about half an hour since you laid down, surely you were sleeping. So he rose, and took your damp clothing closer to the fire to dry first of all, and added more wood to the fire next. Then he moved to where you claimed the food was and put it away properly. There was a turned over table near the bed, one he was sure you weren’t strong enough to have righted yourself, so he went ahead and fixed that as well. Through it all, he was telling himself that he may as well fix things if he were forced to be here for the next few days, but a small part of him he refused to let have voice knew you would appreciate the sentiment. He straightened a few more things before looking out the window again. Your position was likely safe but it never hurt to be cautious. When he had seemingly done all he could, Valter decided he may as well get some semblance of rest for the next. It would be a light rest though, and he would be sure to awaken at a sign of trouble.

~*~

You woke surprisingly well rested and warm, you could almost forget where you were. But these blankets were a little scratchy against your bare skin–

Your eyes shot open and you surveyed your surroundings. The first thing you noticed, your clothing was not hanging off the footboard of the bed where you left it, but instead neatly folded by your feet. And something smelt… really good, actually. Like warm food. Glancing over at the fire, you could see Valter awake before it, crouching down to stir whatever it was he had in a small cooking cauldron. You wondered, a moment if he actually knew how to cook…

But that could be pondered later, for now, you needed to dress again. And go reclaim your surely warm cloak that still hung by the fire. But how to dress without alerting Valter. You were sure if he knew you were awake he would take the utmost delight and watching you squirm under his gaze, struggling to put your clothing on as quick as possible… You shook your head and sighed. That sill didn’t explain how your clothing ended up folded at the end of the bed. You didn’t remember doing that, and the only other person who could have….

Your gaze shifted to Valter, who has just turned your direction was a passive look, only to crack a little smirk at seeing your eyes open. “Finally up?” You were wary at the tone of his voice, the slight teasing tone it took. “You can thank me later for drying your clothing.” He turned away from you and back to the food. “If you plan to leave that bed at all, put your clothing on quickly. The storm isn’t getting any better.” You sat up in the bed, making sure the blanket still covered your torso as you reached for your shirt. If Valter had any intention of watching he didn’t show it now, apparently too focused on the food before him. Shirt safely on, you reached for your pants now in hopes of shrugging those on as well. You didn’t want to start at him while you changed but you wanted to be sure he didn’t try and sneak a lot.

“With the way your gaze is fixed on me, you would think I was the one changing.” He turned your way just as you got your pants up to your hips and in place, and you sent him a frown but ultimately sighed.

“Thanks for drying my clothing, I suppose…” You looked away from him now, grabbing your socks so padding across the floor to your boots wouldn’t be total hell. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, and even if you see it as a personal gain for some twisted reason, you’re still helping me.” he was frowning at you now, gaze fixed into a look that was a mixture amusement and anger.

“You’re no good to me dead.” he huffed turning his back to you. You had only just noticed he wasn’t in his usual armor, just the casual clothing that sat under it. You kinda liked getting under his skin like this, though, maybe you should continue.

“Sure, sure.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little, standing on the cold floor to move to your boots and cloak. “It’s just interesting to see…” You hesitated to use the word in reference to Valter, but… “well, nice.” You stifled a laugh, seeing him freeze a moment in his tracts.

“Something funny Summoner?” he turned to you, arching a brow. By now you had everything on safely and were feeling toasty and warm.

“Oh nothing it’s just… interesting to see how you act now that we’re alone.” You hummed. He strode over and stood over you.

“Don’t forget our relationship– you are my prey, and I will break you.” This time when it came from his lips, it didn’t sound very convincing.

“And I suppose you hope to do that by being helpful?” You gave him a big smile, one he never thought you would ever direct at him. Damn the way it made his heart pound.

“What fun is there in breaking an already wounded animal?” He leaned down to your level, dangerously close to your face.

“We’ll see just what kind of ‘breaking’ you can do during our time here, Valter.” You were the first to step away, and he let you, watching as you moved back to the other side of the cabin. You weren’t sure what spurred that interaction them. You were certain Valter was a cruel and unusual man, though you wondered, why was it you that caused him to deviate from his norm? There was no placing it, you supposed, but perhaps if your entire stay went this smoothly things would be okay.

[ilovetheideaofu]

Are they using the Lelo Ora? Becasue it sounds like it.

Only the best toys come from Sweden. 😉

Not to be horny in anon,but how about Valter having the control of your remote control vibrator while you're using it and you 2 are in a date in a very public place??-🦊

I recently wrote a thing where Henry Deaver makes Mistress wear a vibrator out to dinner, so I think I’ll take this concept to a different place and hope you still like it!

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“I don’t think this will work,” you said, looking up at Valter from your crown of pillows.

“Oh, it will work. I didn’t spend almost two hundred dollars for this thing not to get you off.”

Buried inside you, Valter watched as you switched on the slender toy and marvelled at the odd noise rumbling from the mouth. It wasn’t a regular vibrator, at least not one you were used to seeing, but Valter insisted it was the latest commodity and the woman who’d sold it to him guaranteed satisfaction.

“Go on, put that part on your clit,” he urged.

The toy had a circular opening and a tiny mechanical tongue flickering on the inside. You gathered the toy meant to simulate oral sex, but still, you were skeptical. Until you touched yourself with the humming object and giggled, a powerful jolt of pleasure jarring your eyes wide.

“See? I told you,” Valter said with a cunning smirk. “I want to feel you coming while I’m inside just like this. I won’t move or anything.”

“Will you coach me through it?” You asked, giving your best charming smile.

He nodded, and so you began. At first, the feeling was odd, but then you found an angle that turned ticklishness into pure, ululating pleasure. Your walls tightened, and Valter moaned out loud. 

“Fuck, I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. Feels so good.”

The fullness he gave you combined with his longing green eyes above sluiced the way to the edge of a feeling you couldn’t understand. You had felt the approaching apex of orgasm before, but never in such a way you felt you might burst like a water balloon. 

“Turn it up,” he commanded.

“It’s... Already so intense,” you murmured.

“Just do it,” whispered Valter. “Don’t fight me on this.”

You weren’t the only beneficiary of the toy’s power. The closer you came to the edge, the stricter the confines in which Valter basked became. Every beat of his pulse caused a twitch inside that paralleled the already tectonic sensations, and you moaned your pleasure each time his cock reminded you where it stowed.

Valter held your legs and watched, teeth cutting into his bottom lip, as you wiggled and cringed from the delicious torment. As promised, he didn’t make a move, didn’t pull out and push back in or change his mind about what he needed. Nothing besides your spasms would satisfy his craving. And once you couldn’t handle another second of stimulation, your vision blurred along the edges.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want. Come right now. All over me. Fuck, that feels so good.”

He took the toy from your hand so you could concentrate on nothing but the contractions of a well-orchestrated orgasm riveting up and down his hardness. You wondered what pleasure he took from the experience and saw it displayed in full slack-jawed glory on his face. Your tightness was enough. Watching you come while he did nothing was a new and exciting thing you wouldn’t have thought him interested in prior to tonight.

“Being inside you... While that happened... Fuck. I can’t tell you how hot that is. I think I need to go back and thank the lady who recommended this.”

You let out a heavy sigh and expelled the last remnants of tension left in your muscles. “Give her an extra big tip for me. Because that was pretty amazing.”

“Oh, honey,” Valter chuckled. “I’ll show you a big tip. Turn around. Yeah, show me that wet hole. We’re not done yet.”

[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.