#ville valo smut

[stratossphere]

ville x dad’s sex shop customer??? like he’s there and ur horny and u wanna buy something and you end up using him instead FUQAHAHA IDFRKKK

the shop owner’s son | v.v

you go shopping in kari valo’s sex store, but you get something different than what you came for.

warnings: lots of sex toy talk, smut, protected sex, inappropriate use of work time

word count: 4.5k

a/n: THIS IDEA WAS SO FUN TO WRITE hope you like it <3

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @d34c1

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You were not usually an embarrassed person. Hell, you had walked into a sex shop in the middle of the day on a Saturday when everyone you knew was out shopping, and you hadn't cared in the slightest about who saw you.

But as soon as you saw who was working the checkout, all of that confidence immediately died inside you.

You had been to this store quite a few times. Kari Valo, the owner, had a vast array of all sorts of interesting things for you to waste the leftovers of your paycheck on, and you were even on a first name basis with the man.

But, in all your times coming here, you had never seen this man. He was clearly bored, and was facing mostly away from the door while he flipped through a magazine where he was sitting in a chair behind the checkout desk. Because he wasn't paying any attention to the rest of the store, you were able to look him over, admiring him in all his long hair, eyeliner, and tattooed glory as you walked mindlessly around shelves.

That had to be Kari's rockstar older son. There was no way it wasn't. And, if it was, that was the son that Kari had multiple times offered to set you up on a date with considering his son was 'too lonely and too grumpy'. If you had known said son so fucking hot, you would've agreed with the man.

"Yell if you need help with anything." Kari's son muttered, still engrossed with his magazine as you browsed an aisle that was in the direct eye-line of the desk. You narrowed your eyes at a shelf of dildos that ranged in a rainbow of different colors, mentally trying to decide if a pink, sparkly dildo was worth 40 euros when you only had 60 to begin with.

"Do you guys have any dildos that are half off because they were like, already used or something?" That was a joke, but you mostly just asked because you wanted to hear the hot rockstar talk again. He snorted, still not looking up from his magazine.

"That would be a health code violation, so no." God, his voice was deep. As he remained focused on the page in front of him, you set a mental challenge in your head to get him to look at you. Might as well test if Kari was onto something with saying you would be a good match for his son, right? You sighed dramatically.

"Well, I don't know what I want." You said, sounding as miserable as you could manage. You grabbed the pink sparkly vibrator box off the shelf, and then grabbed a rainbow rabbit vibrator box from the shelf below it. "Which one looks prettier to you?"

When he heard your footsteps coming towards the desk, he had to look up, and you were more than pleased to see him doing a not-very-subtle double take when he laid eyes on you. You held out both boxes to him.

"Do I look more like a rainbow type of girl, or pink and sparkly?" You prompted, giving him your most coy smile as you held sex toys out in front of him for him to inspect. He was fully looking at you now, and you noted the fact that where Kari's eyes were dark blue, his son's were a shocking green. Kari's wife must've been really pretty, because their son was downright fucking delicious to look at. "Or would you recommend something else? I'm open to suggestions."

"Colors don't mean shit. Do you want a dildo, or a vibrator?" He said instead, taking both boxes from your hands and setting them down on the counter to look them over. "We also have a wide variety of anal accessories, if you're interested."

"Hey. I care about the colors." You insisted, shaking your head at him for being so uncultured while working at a sex shop before you motioned to the boxes in front of him. "Pick one."

"Considering you just asked me if you could buy a biohazard dildo for cheap, I'll pick pink and sparkly because it costs less." He finally answered dryly, tapping his fingers over the top of the dildo box as he looked up to you. "Is this your first dildo? We have care manuals."

"Oh, far from. I know the owner by name, so you could say I'm experienced." You said proudly, winking at him as you pushed the dildo box towards him. "Save that for me. I'm not sure that's what I want yet."

"I'll apologize on behalf of your owner friend's absence. His youngest son needed a ride to the airport." Kari's (older) son mused, taking the box you'd pushed towards him and sliding it to the side on the counter. You so wished you could remember what Kari had said his name was, but you were blanking. You raised an eyebrow.

"Hm. And you're the older son, aren't you?" It was still a guess, but you would've been incredibly shocked if you were wrong. And clearly you weren't, because the man in front of you chuckled.

"What gave it away?" He asked as he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest where his shirt read SLAYER in flaming letters. You hadn't come in here planning on flirting with the cashier all day, but that was exactly what you were doing now as you leaned down to inspect the little trinkets on the counter so that he had a direct view down your shirt.

"He tells me all about his rockstar son. And, I hate to break it to you, but you look just like your dad." You explained, sticking out your hand across the counter. "He really wanted me to meet you at some point, so I'm Y/n, and you have to tell me your name."

"Ville." He accepted your handshake, and as he did so, you could see him shamelessly staring at your cleavage. "He wanted me to meet you, hm?"

"Yes. Personally, I think it's so that I can get a set of fresh eyes." You said decisively, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand as you shook it before you let it go and motioned to the store behind you. "I'm free all afternoon. Give me some recommendations."

You didn't need any recommendations, because if anybody knew sex toys it was you, but you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to talk sex with the gorgeous man in front of you. And he didn't look like he minded, either, because he was out of his seat as soon as the request was out of your mouth.

And holy fuck. He was clearly over 6 foot, and as he neared you, you could smell his rich cologne and the heavy bite of cigarettes. You already knew he smoked, because Kari complained about it every time Ville ended up topic of conversation, but you really liked being able to smell it on him. He clearly noticed you obviously checking him out, and all he did was let you as he motioned to a wall of assorted vibrators.

"Are you looking to put something in or keep it out?” He asked, leaning his hand against a shelf as he looked down at you with eyes that were eagerly awaiting your answer. You hummed in false thought, then shrugged.

"Both." You were definitely looking to put something in, but it certainly wasn't anything hanging on a wall. In fact, the thing you had in mind was instead now pointing at a shelf of butt plugs.

"How much does this interest you?" He asked, a hint of amusement on his face as he quizzed you. You were really glad there happened to be no one else in the store at the moment, because at this point you two did not look like you were having a normal conversation, and he seemed to be getting closer to you every time you looked away.

"Depends. Do you sell any with the cute heart-shaped jewels on the end?" You asked, grinning up at him as you played with him just to see him react. He was starting to grin now, and he let out an over-dramatically sad sigh.

"Unfortunately, we keep it pretty simple." He said, motioning vaguely to a huge black butt plug as he spoke. You also let out an over-dramatically sad sigh.

"Too bad. I like them cute." Once again, you winked at him when you said that before you turned away to look at more things that were on display. "Do you have any vibrators that are for couples?"

"Any vibrator can be for couples if you know how to use it correctly." He sounded sure of himself, and the amount of interest in his voice had dwindled at you mentioning couples. However, it wasn't gone completely, and he tsked. "Your boyfriend sent you out to buy a vibrator for both of you and isn’t paying?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." Now you were practically laying it at his feet, and you were thankful to see that he was easily picking up on the fact. You then motioned to what seemed to be an endless selection of vibrators. "Choose one for me. I can't decide."

He turned to look at the variety, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you as he crossed his arms once again and scanned around thoughtfully. You could still smell his cologne, you found yourself silently wondering if he would still smell that good with all of his clothes off. Your brain then lingered on the 'Ville with all of his clothes off' portion of your thoughts, and you didn't even notice he was holding something out to you until he spoke.

"Have you ever used one of these?" As he asked, you read the box, and you realized that he was holding one of those vibrators that slipped over your fingers. Hell, it even had 'great for partner play!' spelled out on the top of the box. You bit at your lip.

"No. Do you have somewhere where I could test it out?" You felt a little bit bad because Kari Valo was so nice and you were currently trying to get into his son's pants inside his store, but it was Kari's own fault for having such a handsome son. Ville's eyes clicked with understanding, and he glanced back towards where you knew Kari's office was behind the checkout desk.

"One second." He then handed you the box in his hand before he stepped around you, and you turned to watch as he went to the door before he flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed'. Your heartbeat picked up in your chest. When he came back, he motioned for you to follow him. "There's a lot of training against letting customers use products inside the store, but you can have a special exception."

"Oh, it's okay! I won't actually be using any products." Just as you passed the counter, you set the box down, trading it for a box of condoms that was in a display box before following right after him as he led you into the back. His grin widened considerably when he saw that, and he had the door open to the back office within a few seconds.

"Well, can I help you with something else, then?" He asked, staying in the doorway of the room as he let you in to his dad's office. His tone was low and sly, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused than you had already become at the sound. You didn't say anything, just held his gaze with eyes that told him exactly what you wanted, then watched with excitement as he took the hint before coming completely into the office and closing and locking the door behind himself.

There was only a split second in between him doing so and you closing the gap between the two of you. You had to reach up on your tiptoes, but you caught him in a kiss, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek as you kissed him hungrily. He leaned down slightly when he kissed back, his arm sliding around your waist as he slowly backed you up towards the small couch.

The couch was covered in junk and boxes, but you and Ville never stopped kissing as you haphazardly cleared enough room for Ville to sit down. You passed the box of condoms to him before beginning to undo your jeans, admiring the sight of him with kiss-bitten lips as he quickly ripped the box open.

However, his eyes were quickly back on you once you stepped out of your jeans and underwear, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip before he was pulling you down into his lap as soon as you were close enough for him to get a hold on you.

You kissed him again as you settled into straddling his lap, your arm wrapping around his neck and your fingers finding a hold gently on his hair as your free hand helped him get his belt open and his jeans undone.

"Hurry." You breathed as he fought with his zipper, your lips moving to drag against his jaw and down to his throat as you spoke. You'd gotten yourself worked up from all of the flirting, and it wasn't like you had come to a sex shop because you were feeling satiated and not at all horny. He finally managed to get the zipper open before he was pushing his jeans down, allowing his already-hard cock to spring free and up against the hem of his shirt. You felt your heart jolt in your chest at the sight, and your mouth watered. God, he really was good looking in every single place.

"Put it on." He held the condom out to you, and there was a cocky (no pun intended) look on his face as he watched you stare at his erection. You forced yourself to look away enough to get the condom from his hand, tearing the foil open as quickly as you could while his hand rested on your hip.

His smirk faltered just slightly as you rolled on the condom, the gentle swipe of your fingers on his cock making his breathing pick up just slightly as he watched you. He was clearly just as desperate as you were, and you were reveling in the fact.

"I want you." You whispered as you dipped down to kiss him again, shamelessly tasting into his mouth as you positioned his cock at your entrance before slowly beginning to slide down on him. He groaned in response, his mouth dropping into your neck to allow for his teeth to find your skin. You whimpered softly once fully seated on his cock, grinding your hips down slowly and letting one arm wrap around his neck to hold him against you. "Shit, Ville."

"Yeah, just like that." He breathed against your shoulder, his long hair tickling your neck as you began to ride him with your nails slightly dug into his shoulder. He smelled even better up close, and you found yourself having a hard time not inhaling where his head was rested against your cheek. There was something way too addictive about Ville Valo for him being someone you had just met.

As you began to find a steady pace riding his cock, his hand moved to grip your hip tightly and guide you down deeper, low groans leaving his lips with every grind of your hips. You leaned back enough for his head to leave your shoulder then, catching him in another kiss the second he had done so and immediately drawing your tongue across his lower lip. You could taste his cigarettes now, and your head was spinning at the fact.

"All I could picture was what you would look like with my cock in you the whole time you've been in here." Ville said as he began to kiss from your lips down your jaw and to your throat, his teeth nipping gently with every kiss before he was sucking gently at your collarbone. You whimpered at the thought of him doing to you what you had been doing to him as he suddenly pulled at the hem of your shirt. "Take this off."

You quickly followed his request, pulling your shirt up and over your head while his hands quickly found your bare skin as he held your hips. Your breath felt uneven and tight as his lips found your neck, sucking just slightly as he kissed from just under your jaw all the way down towards your sternum. When you felt his breath hot on your tits, you let out a stuttered gasp, only having a split second to let your brain compute before his tongue was swirling hot and slow around your sensitive nipple.

"Holy shit." Your voice was a whimper, but you really couldn't conjure up anything else to say besides that. Your body was overwhelmed by the intoxicating feeling of his every touch, and it didn't help that his hips were gently rolling up into you and thus doubling the pleasure of his cock hitting your sweet spot where you were still riding him.

Your fingers eventually made their way into his hair, pulling on the long strands just enough to make him groan into your mouth as his head dipped back slightly against your hand. You gasped slightly when his teeth bit gently at your nipple, his eyes finding yours with wicked amusement shining in his green irises as he noticed your reaction. He was evidently having the time of his life, and he only groaned as you pulled his hair a bit harder as the tip of his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" He hummed at your continuous panting, his lips moving back up to brush heavily at your neck as he continued to fuck up into you where he was clearly getting impatient with your pacing. You only whined, tipping your head to give him every available inch of skin that you could offer as he licked and sucked at your throat.

"So good. Don't stop." You pleaded, although you weren't sure he would've stopped if the building had been burning down. His eyes continued to find yours every time he tilted his head to find a new, more sensitive spot on your neck, and it was easy to see that he was eating your reactions alive.

And it only got worse when one of his hands suddenly left your hip and then promptly slid between your legs before his fingertips were touching to your touch-starved clit. You choked on the limited air in your lungs, your hand moving from his hair to grip tightly at his slightly-sweaty shoulder as he began to rub your clit in slow circles. Your brain was far beyond mush by now, and you barely even noticed the fact that you were digging your nails deep into the skin of his shoulder.

Your hips found a new vigor at the feeling of his fingers on your clit, and your head dropped to his shoulder that you weren't holding onto as you began to chase your own high. The pleasure was only building, and with his hands on you the way that they were, you were far past desperate. You barely even knew this man past his name, and yet you had never been so overtaken by the presence of another human being in all of your life.

Once again, you found yourself thanking Kari Valo. Both for his beautiful son and for providing the couch that you were currently using very inappropriately.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He groaned as his head rested against yours, his fingers beginning to speed up on your clit as he clearly got closer and closer to his orgasm. You tried to respond and tell him that you were just as close as he was, but you couldn't find the words, instead just groaning against his skin as you let him take the lead.

The small office was filled with the sound of skin-on-skin and the building sounds of pleasure coming from the both of you, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you relentlessly against the one spot that made it feel like your body was coming apart one nerve at a time. Your nails were deep in his shoulder, and although he definitely wasn't stopping you, you knew you were leaving marks that would probably become painful later on. 

At least he'd have something to remember you by.

As much as you were trying to hold off to give the appearance that you were better than falling apart the second Ville had put his hands on you, you were no such thing, and you couldn't hold it any longer. Your moans were rising to a desperate, sharp level, and you were seeing stars with every thrust of his cock. If your body hadn't been so overcome with pleasure, you wouldn't have been able to believe that this was real.

When you came, you cried out his name in an almost-sob, the added stimulation of his fingers circling your clit in tune with his thrusts making your legs shake harshly on either side of him as you rode him through your orgasm. He only continued to fuck you without slowing down, his fingers moving away from your clit and giving you a split-second moment of relief before he had both hands back on your hips to hold you down on his deep thrusts. You didn't know how much more you could take, and you had by that point gone lifeless against his chest as he chased his own high.

By the time his hips finally stuttered and you felt his grip tighten considerably on your hips before he was cumming, you were completely breathless and your legs were shaking completely beyond control. Even after his thrusts faded into slow rolls of his hips before eventually ceasing as he ran a hand up your back, you didn't move from where your cheek was resting heavily against his shoulder and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. You felt as if he had drained every essence of life out of you in the best way possible.

"Shit." He mumbled out after a long moment of the both of you trying to catch your breath, his hand continuing to rub softly at your lower back. Even in your state of mindlessness, you were cursing yourself for letting so much warmth settle in your chest over the sex shop owner's son that you had just met not half an hour before.

After a little while longer, you finally pulled yourself away from his shoulder despite wanting to stay there in his arms forever, trying to keep the smile off of your face as you were met with the sight of a slightly-sweaty and blissed-out looking Ville Valo.

"You know, you could bring in a lot of business if you keep working here." You said coyly as you tucked his messy hair out of his face just because you thought you might die if you didn't let yourself touch him again. He chuckled hoarsely, a slight wince tinging his features as you slowly pulled off of his softening cock.

"When my dad finds out I closed the stop for 45 minutes to fuck his prettiest customer, he's not going to let me come back." He mused, his eyes practically devouring you as he watched you pull your underwear and jeans back on from where they had been discarded in the middle of the room. You tutted, waiting until you had your pants back on before you looked around and found a notepad and a pen amongst the mess of junk on Kari's desk.

"That's too bad. I like the pretty cashiers." You teased, writing on the notepad in blue ink as you glanced over at him to see him throwing the condom away and tucking himself back into his jeans before he had his zipper and belt done up once more. You then ripped the top page out of the notepad before turning back to Ville, who had stood back up, and pressing it into his hand. "In that case, this is for you."

Ville read over the small piece of paper with your phone number on it with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips before re-opening the office door, letting you out first before grabbing the incriminating open box of condoms that you had brought with you before following after you back into the main store.

"Oh, sorry! I'll buy those too, since I kind of wasted them." You said as you spotted the condom box in his hand, smiling sheepishly as you stopped in front of the checkout desk where the stuff you had asked Ville to put aside was still waiting. Ville just shook his head, a pleased look on his face as he reclaimed his seat behind the counter.

"Everything is free. It'll come out of my one-day paycheck." He said coolly, throwing the sparkly pink dildo that had started this all, the finger vibrator, and the condoms into a bag before sliding it across the counter in your direction. You stared at him, jaw dropped slightly at the almost-100-dollars worth of sex toys he had just gifted you.

"You don't have to..." Your brain was still a little fuzzy from him fucking you senseless less than five minutes before, so you could barely craft a response, but he didn't seem to mind. He waved your number in the air with a smirk.

"I have this, so your payment can be picking up the phone when I call." He said calmly, his eyes raking over you as he spoke. "Someone has to teach you how to use the finger vibrator, don't they?"

Your legs had already been shaky, but you were a little worried that they were going to give out right then and there. The mere thought of doing what the two of you had just done a second time had your whole body reacting against your will, and you silently surrendered to the fact that you were already ruined for a man that you had just met.

Well, to give yourself some credit, you didn't 'just meet' a lot of men that looked like Ville Valo in your everyday life, so you were giving yourself a pass.

"You really know the way to a girl's heart." You crooned, taking the bag off the counter as you watched him pick his magazine back up casually as if he hadn't just turned your entire body to jello in an office in the middle of the day.

"You have no idea." He said smoothly, leaning back in his chair as he checked you out once more with a soft grin on his face. "I'll see you soon, love."

You refrained from saying 'hell fucking yes you will' out loud, instead voicing a normal-person goodbye before you were leaving him to his magazine with thoughts of your next meeting already in your head and legs that still couldn't quite stop shaking.

[burntb4bydoll]

WOAHH NO WAY IM ACTUALLY WRITING FOR ONCE?!?!?? CRAZYYYYY!!!! This is my first time writing for Ville so im sorry if it feels super inaccurate!!😭

Ville Valo general dating headcannons

•ok so hes a bit of a grump…

•hes just got a lot of attitude so it seems like hes pissed off a lot of the time but hes actually a big softie🤭

•LOVES to keep his arm around you when you go out in public (hes also subtly squeezing your ass and boobs the whole time but he likes to act all innocent afterwards🙄)

•lots of interviewers like to bring up your relationship and sometimes they talk about you very passive aggressively, and he absolutely despises it. He quickly shuts them down by interrupting them , making very rude and stand-offish comments towards them until they change the subject

•and yk his petty ass wont let it go so the rest of the interview is so awkward

•he also laughs every time some female interviewer flirts with him. HE CANT HELP IT ITS JUST SO AWKWARD AND FUNNY TO HIM (hes trying his best to be respectful he just cant hold it in for long😭)

•you probably have to clean his house a lot cuz he doesn’t do it and like HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SHIT… ITS A WRECK.

•Ville is often found on the couch writing new songs, and he loves when you come and sit next to him while he does it. Hes a busy man so its one a the few times you get to have a moment of silence with him

•lorddd ik that man REAKS of cigarettes, alcohol and probably a bit of sweat😭 you gotta make him shower with you most times cuz he hates it and wont do it on his own🙄

•yall seen that beanie he wore over that greasy ass hair? Yeah, he likes to sneak up behind you and pull it over your head so that it completely covers your face. He thinks hes absolutely hilarious😐 that shit smells so bad like sweat and dirty hair pls wash it for your own sake.

•honestly i cant see him being huge on fancy dates. I feel like he would prefer to just go on a walk at nighttime or go to some random bar instead

•that doesn’t mean hes not romantic tho. Everyone knows just how romantic he can be

•he’ll draw/paint you little pictures and write a short little poem for you alongside it. Hes very thoughtful and romantic about it

•gives very specific compliments. Its never just “you look pretty” it’s always something very thought out and sweet.

•he doesn’t realize it, but his voice always gets so much softer and sweeter when he talks to you. One second he’ll be arguing with someone and cussing them out but the second he sees you hes all like “oh hi my love, I’ve been wondering where you were” in the most gentle tone ever

•can and will write you songs that only you’re allowed to hear. He wants you to feel special so he keeps his super meaningful songs about you private.

•although he will write songs about you and actually release them ofc

•would totally get a tattoo dedicated to you

(AHHH IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS IM SCARED ITS GONNA BE SO INACCURATE AND CRINGY.)

[cemetarywoman]

Could u write about ville valo or Johnny Knoxville with them having a crush on a goth reader or something like that please :)

Ill do both cuz I couldn’t decide who I wanted to do more😚

Crushing on goth!reader headcanons

Johnny Knoxville

Now I KNOW that man would absolutely love a goth baddie🤞

He thinks you are the coolest person ever and hes not afraid to tell you that

he thinks your makeup is soo cool and he would let you do his makeup if you wanted to

If you dye your hair he would volunteer to help you out, he would actually do a really good job (he said that hes been dying his hair since his twenties so he knows what hes doing)

Johnnys definitely not afraid to flirt with you, but you do make him nervous when you actually flirt back

After a few seconds of stuttering and nervous giggling he’ll just smirk and continue flirting

He lets you pick the music every time you ride in the car together, he wants to know all of your favorite songs and bands so that he can randomly bring them up to impress you

If ANYONE makes fun of your style he immediately starts spit roasting them because no way in hell will he let that shit slide

Ville Valo

Now you guys would make the hottest pair ever

You and Ville probably have very similar music taste and he absolutely loves that

He thinks that you are absolutely perfect and he loveeeees to tell you that even if you aren’t together

You always get VIP tickets to his shows

Ville likes to paint so I could totally see him secretly painting you

Nobody knows gothic romance like Ville so he knows exactly how to make you swoon (even tho it definitely wouldn’t take much to make you fall for him)

He can and will do your makeup for you if you let him, he likes to watch you when you get ready so he studied your makeup style

Your style never fails to impress him

He absolutely loves seeing you in pretty, elegant goth clothes like long dresses/skirts and big boots

[damonjuicyscock]

Hello you guys,

Sorry I forgot to give you news.

I once again had a car accident (I'm a good driver, others are not)

Someone just bumped against me and since then I'm resting my poor neck and as it wasn't funny enough, I got sick ✨️

I hope I'll be able to publish in two weeks that would be great.

At the moment, so I can be forgiven, I propose you a FAQ, you can ask me questions (about me, the future of this tumblr, the future writings), I'll gladly answer them !

Take care of yourselves !

Lots of love

DJC ❤️

(I also take this as an occasion to introduce you my new lovely 10 years old cat : Patrick)

[rocketttqueennn]

please read!!!

i promise I'm working on writing everything!! i will also write for ville valo, eric draven (1994), jimmy page, robert plant, and adrien brody as well as jim morrison and eddie vedder as well, there's just a lot going on personally so it's taking a bit longer, i apologize for the wait and i want to thank you all for your undying support!! ❤️❤️❤️ and requests are still open, request anybody/anything you want!

[reneetje]

Ok I wanna write more blurbs about Ville,

I can do M/M or M/F, villexreader or villexrealcharacter, smut, fluff and most kinks

You can leave a prompt in my Anon!

@spectralstormcloud @pentacuore @intechnidolorhues @sinnysioux @thexhostess @valos-venus-doom @nyxotiine @luzifer13

And everyone else!

[brandons-wife]

v..ville nsfw alphabet.. maybe? 👀 also i love your page!! you always somehow find photos i haven't seen before. love it <3

Here is your request!!

NSFW Alphabet: Ville Valo

Word count: 1.7k

A- aftercare (what they're like afterwards).

Ville is very big on aftercare. Since he doesn't really get much time with you usually, because he's so busy writing or making music he likes to make sure you feel taken care of afterwards. He'll clean you up or even run you a bath. (If you're lucky he'd even join in). Of course is into cuddling or just spending time afterwards, if he's not too exhausted.

B - body part (fav body part of thier partners and their own body)

Villes favorite body part of his partners is secretly his partners hands. He would be lying if he said them having their hands on him didn't rile him up. He loves when they put their hands on his chest, and trace his tattoos, or of course around him, when they're giving blowjobs or just teasing him. His weakness is their hands. Villes favorite body part would have to be his chest/torso or maybe even lower body. I mean not only did he always have his shirt off, but all of the tattoos there it's kinda hard to not want to touch them in a sense. There's no way that ville didn't get that heartagram tattoo above his dick for no reason. Ville is proud of that tattoo hence why he shows it off so much.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ville doesn't cum alot, but when he does he tends to have a bigger load. Ville is very careful and particular as to where he cums. He prefers either inside of you, or if he does cum outside of you, like on your stomach. He does not allow you to move If he does cum on your stomach until he cleans you up because he doesn't want to make a mess.

D - Dirty Secret

Villes dirty secret is he loves when you tug/play with his hair. He absolutely loves when you play with his hair after sex or well just even normally. He also loves when you pull on his hair in your heated make out sessions or while he's eating you out. It drives him absolutely wild.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Ville is very experienced, he knows what he likes, and what to do while having sex. He's definitely explored things, and I bet working at his dad's sex shop influenced some of his kinks, but also turn offs.

F - Favorite Position

Villes favorite position would have to be riding him, he enjoys seeing you, and your body. Facing ville during sex is a must have for him. Eye contact is such a big thing for him. He also loves to take his time when he's having his way with you. He likes to admire you, and your beauty.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

Ville can definitely get a bit humorous in the moment, but it doesn't last long. It also depends on the situation and what led up to it. He can be super serious when he wants to be but in lovingly moments he could definitely crack a few jokes about his partner.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

Ville definitely tries to be well groomed, mostly due to his tattoo directly above his dick. Although there is times he doesn't quite have the time to clean himself up down there. He tries to at least trim it up if he's unable to completely shave himself.

I - Intimacy

Ville is definitely a very intimate person, he's very in touch with love, and romance. This is why he loves to take him time with you and not to rush things. He prefers to have sex after a romantic moment or really just not in a rush.

J - Jack off

Ville jacks off more than he would like to. Being on tour and being a busy person, he rarely really does have time to have sex with you. He doesn't really like that. He likes the Intimacy it gives, but you're not always going to be available. So jacking off sometimes is just going to have to do. He does sometimes call/FaceTime you and you two get off together.

K - kinks

Ville has a major praise kink, he loves telling you how much of a good girl you are, or how well of a job you're doing while sucking him off or well just taking him. He also is slightly Dom when he wants to be, ville does like being in control during sex but there is times he can definitely do more than just be in control (especially when you've got an attitude or you did something he asked you not to do). He could also be a sub at times, but that really never happens and it's rare when it does. He's only a sub to a certain extent, I think he would definitely let you have control for a small amount of time before he takes back over.

L - Location (favorite places to do things)

The bedroom. Ville is not really into having sex in random places or on couches. He will do it if he absolutely has to but he much rather take you to the bedroom than somewhere "random"

M - Motivation (what turns them on)

Ville absolutely loves when you listen to him, and do what he says he likes. He loves when you sit there and ask him things, and he loves having genuine intimate conversations. He also just likes physical touch, especially when he's supposed to be doing something, but make it worth his while if he is doing something. When you touch his lower stomach/v-line area it really gets him going more than he likes to admit.

N - No (something they won't do, turn offs)

Ville will not use any sex toys on himself. Biggest turn off of his. He doesn't mind using them on his partner but not on himself.

O - Oral (preference in receiving or giving, skill)

Ville absolutely loves blowjobs, but he also doesn't mind eating you out from time to time. (He's a liar when he says "he doesn't eat pussy") he's so skilled at doing it, he can do a lot of things with his tongue. He loves when you make eye contact with him while sucking him off, or while he's eating you out.

P - Pace

Ville can get pretty rough, but he can also go pretty slow, sometimes painfully slow. He only really gets rough when you get super loud, and when you're almost at your limit. He goes slower when you tell him to go faster, he doesn't really like when you tell him to go faster because he wants you to be more patient. He loves taking his time with you when he has the time to do so.

Q - Quickie

Ville isn't really a fan of quickies but unfortunately with what he does as his career, he has quickies more than he would like to. You tend to catch him before he's gotta go to a meeting or while he's in the studio recording, or even behind stage before he goes on.

R - Risk

Ville will take risks when he absolutely has to. He could not give a single fuck who sees him, or what happens. When he's in the mood, he's in the mood, and he doesn't give a fuck about what could happen or stands in his way. He would have sex in public with you if he had to, he would.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Ville can last a while, but he prefers to really only do one round, unless you convince him otherwise. He'll go a few rounds if he feels like it or you convince him to.

T - Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ville doesn't really own any toys for himself but he would definitely buy you some for you guys to use during sex or while he's away. Let's face it he's pretty much an expert when it comes to toys, and things you can buy for the bedroom. He's seen it all from working at his dad's sex shop.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Ville is such a tease! He would touch you, and feel you up all day to get you going, only to just go painfully slow in the moment just to fuck with you. He would slowly eat you out, and when it came to sex, you'd beg him to speed up but all he'd say was "be patient". He loves taking his time and sometimes it would be the death of you.

V - Volume (how loud are they?)

Ville is moderate, he can get loud but prefers to kinda keep it to himself. Although while giving him head you could definitely get some godly moans out of him. You actually had wished he would moan more at least a bit louder where you could actually hear him.

W - Wild Card

I believe that he would film a sextape with you, and when he would be missing you or jerking off, he'd watch it over and over. He would not watch porn he'd just watch your sextape. I also believe he'd also take so many pictures of you during sex and keep them in his wallet, and look at them daily.

X - X-ray

Ville is about moderate length. 6 to 7 inches, so not small but not big either. He's very clean down there when's he's able to be, although he tries to always be clean he just doesn't always have the resources all the time. I feel like he's very happy and proud of the dick he's got, and if he could he would definitely show it off.

Y - Yearning (how high their sex drive is)

Villes sex drive isn't too high but also isn't low. It also depends on I guess what's going on in his life. He can definitely be the really really horny person when he's in the mood, and it can happen often.

Z - Zzz (how fast they fall asleep afterwards)

Ville doesn't really get tired afterwards, but it also depends on how rough it got. On average he didn't really get tired at all, you and him would usually cuddle or shower together afterwards (if permitting).

[bambimargera]

Hell or Helsinki (Bam x Ville)

Bam finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him and decides he needs to get away to clear his head.

prt. 1 of ?

contains: crying, drinking, slight smut

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“I know dude, I’m so sorry..” Novak tried as hard as he could to keep Bam from exploding, having learned from past experiences that the rowdy skateboarder doesn’t typically handle bad news with grace. “I thought it would be best if you heard it from a friend, and not some stupid tabloid..” The blondes concern continued, watching with caution as Bam paced around his room frantically throwing a few things in his bag. “You could do way better than her any-“

“I fucking know i can, that’s why i can’t believe she would cheat!” Bam interrupted and threw a shirt at Novak, taking little effort to knock him down onto the bed. “I’m leaving, don’t follow me.” He warned, slamming the door of the bedroom behind him. His stomps echoed through the castle, alerting everyone that something was wrong. “Bam! Bam where are you going in such a hurry?!” April yelled as she ran towards the front door, hoping to block his path before he would inevitably do something stupid. Bam stomped down the stairs to stand in front of her, his eyes glossy and bloodshot. “Hell or Helsinki, I’ll figure it out.” He grabbed April by the shoulders and moved her out of the way to fling open the door, leaving without so much of goodbye. “Bam take your jacket! Please call when you get to where you’re going! We love you!” April yelled into the snowy sunrise, watching as Bam wasted no time in zooming off in his Lamborghini.

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The snow against his face felt like an attack from a million frozen little bees. Bam was warned by many flight attendants to be careful once they landed, Helsinki had just been hit with the worst snow storm of the season. The street lights illuminated the blowing snow like billions of frozen confetti pieces under a spotlight. Bam didn’t care, he needed to be in the arms of someone who understood about him better than anyone else. He trudged though the snow in his frozen sneakers, sinking deeper into self hatred as he thought about the parka he had basically thrown back in April’s face before leaving. Bam stopped and attempted to read the street signs; wishing he would’ve brushed up on his Finnish, he trekked on. His grey blazer was throughly soaked and caked with snow, ‘just make it to the hotel’ he thought.

Bam walked for what felt like hours in the storm, all of his exposed skin turning a bright shade of purplish red. How much further could it possibly be? He asked himself as he sat down on the stairs of a beautiful antique stone building to collect his thoughts. Bam knew he couldn’t sit for long, he was cold and only getting colder- he needed to get to that hotel. If only he had remembered his phone, he could’ve called Ville. If only he hadn’t of turned down the coat from his mom, he’d probably be further away from hypothermia. Maybe he did deserve to get cheated on, he was the worst boyfriend ever. Just like that, the all consuming negative thoughts came crashing down. Thoughts of giving up completely and retreating into a snow bank for a long nap crossed his mind. Bam didn’t even try to hold it back anymore, and let himself sob as the snow blasted all around him. The tears stung his cheeks, freezing before they could even complete their journey of rolling off of his chin.

“Bam? Bam is that you?!” Bam Instantly recognized the voice, and his swollen doe eyes squinted around to get a glimpse through the snow; nobody there. He put his head back into his hands and began to cry even harder, was he so crazy he was just hearing voices now?? Bam was a mess.

“Get up dummy! You’re gonna die out here!” Ville shouted out the window of a black Audi that had been hidden through the thick sheets of falling snow, and motioned for the crying skater to join him. Bam’s head shot up like a deer in head lights, and he slowly got up and waddled his way to the passenger side door. Ville studied the smaller mans movements with concern as he settled himself in the seat, his face was nearly blue and stained with frozen tears. The pair didn’t say a word to each other as Ville began to drive down the road, and the pent up negative energy in Bam was begging to be unleashed. Ville had been furious with Bam, searching and calling for hours with no answer had made every fibre in his body anxious. He didn’t expect to find his friend in this state, and really didn’t want to set him off any further.

Bam had locked his gaze out the side window, attempting to hide his pathetic break down from Ville. He softly wiped his cheek and sniffled quietly, the emotions working their way back up the poor mans throat. “Do.. do you wanna talk about what happened? You know you can tell me anything buddy.” Ville’s soft voice was nearly a whisper, hoping to chip away at the obvious walls Bam had put up around himself. “No!” The skater barked, “I just got off a 10 hour fucking flight, my fucking girlfriend is cheating on me, and i forgot my phone!” The hot tears began streaming down his face and he collapsed into his hands. Ville screeched the car to a stop and pulled to the side of the empty road, instinctively placing a hand on Bam’s knee to comfort him. “Am I a bad person? I.. I don’t know anymore.. Is this karma for being a bad person? Ville I’ve never been in so much pain in my life..” Ville’s eyes widened in shock, completely gobsmacked to discover these dark thoughts that Bam was having, it was so unlike him. “I need a drink. Take me to the drinks.” Bam’s voice was strangely monotone as he attempted to compose himself, his face almost fully thawed. Ville smiled softly and pulled back onto the road towards the hotel.

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“Something strong that doesn’t taste like ass!” Bam yelled towards the bar as he trudged his way to the back, taking off and tossing his jacket deep into a booth. The waitresses all stopped and stared at Ville as he sheepishly walked up towards the bar, hoping he would clarify what his grumpy friend had shouted at them.

“Luckily, they were out of ass juice. I got us double vodka pineapples.” Ville smiled as he slid into the open end of the booth, sliding the glass over to the sulking skater. Bam grunted, meaning ‘thanks’, and chugged the entire glass and threw it across the bar sending broken glass shards everywhere. The entire bar got quiet, shattered glass littering the floor. “What?! Mind your own business you fucks!” Bam screamed at no in in particular, attempting to shimmy out of the booth. Panicked, Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and held him at the table. “Bam please, relax. We can drink as much as you want, as long as you don’t get us kicked out!” He chuckled as he looked Bam over with a mixture of worry and pity, and began softly rubbing his hand with his thumb.

A waitress brought over another round of drinks and shots, hoping that liquoring up the pair would calm the smaller one down. Bam instantly downed his drink and the shot like water, and slammed the glasses down on the table. He sighed for a moment and looked down at the contrast between his small hand in the large Finnish mitt. “Fuck me.” Bam declared, locking eyes with Ville. “What?!” The taller man choked, completely caught off guard. “I want you, to fuck me. Rail me into the headboard, break my fucking back- use me... please, i want to feel desirable to someone that cares about me..” The drunken desperation became more evident in every word, Ville sipped his drink and thought of how he could politely let his already hurt friend down gently. Bam didn’t appreciate this silence, and leaned over the table to get closer to Villes face. “Y’know..” He stuttered, “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be came in..” Bam whispered just centimetres from Villes face, obnoxiously breathing in his scent.

Ville audibly swallowed his anxiety. “Bam you’re drunk, and you’re in pain.. We should just get you up to bed and safe.” Ville’s deep voice rattled as he worked up the courage to meet the pained blue eyes, still batting their eyelashes only inches from his face. “I think you’re just scared you’d fall in love with me..” Bam smirked and he threw himself back down in the booth. Ville was almost relived that the drunken flirting had ceased, he knew he would give in eventually if it was kept up. He took a few gulps of his drink until he felt fingers delicately walking up his thigh; and looked down to see Bam under the table eagerly looking up at him. Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and pulled him up to sit on his lap, deeply embarrassed of how Bam was behaving in such a nice place. “You don’t have to beg me baby, be careful what you wish for.. Now, get your ass upstairs.” Ville whispered into the crook of Bam’s neck, feeling him shiver with every word. Bam smiled and drunkenly hopped out of the booth and hobbled towards the door, “Charge 210 babe!” Ville followed the wobbly skater on his quest to the elevator and tried his hardest to contain a laugh; they were in room 417.

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To be continued~

[reneetje]

This man just goes about kissing everyone and their mother but when I want to read some frickin smut about that I'm the weird one?!?

I guess ;)

Just Ville sharing some sweet kisses ♡

[nyxotiine]

Time ~ VV

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A/N: 18+ fanfic!!! MDNI!!! First smut fic so I'm sorry for the horrible plot and positioning lol

Warnings: degradation, slight choking, biting

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You sat in bed, waiting for Ville to come like he was supposed to hours ago. He told you he’d be home at midnight after going out with friends, celebrating the end of their tour. You looked at the ticking black clock that hung in your bedroom, the clock read 4:00 am. You grumbled on your side of the bed as you continued to read under candle lights.

After a while, you kept reading the same line in the Edgar Allen Poe book that Ville bought you ages ago. You blow out all the candles and crawled into the velvet sheets of the bed, tossing and turning at the thought of Ville. You decided to go to bed, angry that Ville hasn’t called or messaged you to say he’d stay out later. Just one text to let you know he’s okay and that he’s thinking of you.

You heard the door unlock and you heard a loud groan from a familiar sounding man. You heard the man stumble in the kitchen, shoes being tripped over, and then you heard the laugh of the person you know and love. Ville was finally home and he sounded tipsy. His clumsiness in the kitchen and living room made you more awake than before.

He finally climbed into bed with you after a minute of getting comfortable at home. You could smell the cigarettes and beer on his lips and skin, pissing you off even more. Your left eye twitched with annoyance. You wanted to give him a piece of your mind at the moment.

He slithered a hand on your hip and whispered in your ear, “Sweetheart, did you miss me?” A kiss then being planted on your neck.

You swatted his hand off of you and scooted closer to the edge of your side of the bed. He looked at you for a good minute with confusion. He sighed and laid on his back, looking at the ceiling.

“Did I do something wrong?”, he whispered again, this time with worry in his voice.

“I don’t know, Ville. It would’ve been nice for a text or call. It would’ve been nice to have you home. Your friends missed you but I missed you too.”, you spat. You rolled your eyes despite him not being able to see you in the dark.

He turned on the lamp on his nightstand and looked at you, his elbow propping himself up. “Darling, it was just a party. I’m back home, I’m here with you now.”, he attempted to soothe you.

“Ville, you do this more times than you think. I’m patient but not this patient. I feel like I’m second compared to your friends and parties. I can wait until you come home from tours because that’s work but I swear you and your friends have a much better relationship than we do.”, you turned to him to argue.

“Hun, I always come back to you. You’re not second, you’re always first. I’m just trying to balance personal life and work. What else do you want me to do?”, his voice sounding stressed and annoyed as he asked the question.

“I want you to actually spend time with me when you come home. Let’s go out for once in a while, watch a movie inside or something. All you do is party nowadays!”, you toss your hands in the air as you get up.

“Oh my fucking gods, sorry that I’m constantly busy for months on end and get no sleep on tour. Gods forbid I try to have any fucking fun.”, he yells at he gets up.

“Oh, you’re busy? You play for a hour or two and then get shit-faced until the next show! I take care of this fucking apartment while you’re gone! I’m the only one cleaning this place thanks to you. I still work while taking care of it, I take care of everything. And I’m doing this alone! You couldn’t handle what I do!”, your voice raises as you get up as well.

You both continue to argue and fight about the situation. A few low blows are made and grunts and sighs are exchanged. The both of your faces are close and angry. You can feel his heavy breathing on your nose as he tries not to lash out. You’re trying not to say something you’ll regret but want to get your point across. His eyes are cold and stern as yours are more upset and frustrated.

“You’re being such a bitch right now. I get to come home to your little temper tantrum, I love it here.”, his voice becoming sarcastic and degrading. His mind is sober and clear, the anger diminishing the liquor in his body.

“Then fucking leave, asshole. Pack up your shit and go find a skank to shack up with.”, you yell at him.

“Oh, you think I’m easy? That’s too fucking funny. Try paying for the apartment with your lousy piece of shit job.”, his voice deep and husky as he tilts his head close to your face.

“Fuck you, Ville.”, you say through gritted teeth.

You felt like exploding with adrenaline and anger. Your heart raced as you stood your ground against him, his tall figure looming over you. The blood in your veins boil at his stupid remarks and sarcastic comments. Why did you ever date someone so stubborn and immature like him?

“You already have and apparently any other girl can too according to you.”, he squint his eyes as he looks you up and down for a quick moment. He looks at you for the faintest reaction.

Your adrenaline gets higher. Yet you didn’t want him to win this argument and fight. You truly were annoyed with his recent actions and decisions. You wanted him to grow up and take this relationship more serious but you couldn’t think of anything to say back. You leave the bedroom to go into the living room, trying to calm down. He follows you to proceed the fighting.

“Oh, now, you don’t have anything else to complain about? You just want to pick a fight with me for no reason? Speak. The. Fuck. Up. You’re being a pyscho bitch.”, his voice getting more aggressive with every word that leaves his lips.

He's trying he hardest not to punch a wall or break anything in the house. He knows how he gets when he’s angry like this and can’t express himself in words.

“I’m the pyscho bitch? I just want to spend time with you. Is that so hard to ask for? You clearly can’t get that through your thick fucking skull! I don’t care what we do. Just be with me. You don’t even make love to me anymore. You don’t fucking want me!”, you lash out with tears in your eyes. The anger getting to you and overwhelming your emotions.

Before you can even close your mouth, Ville kisses you. His big hands grabbing your hips and caressing them with his thumbs. The kiss is aggressive and hungry. His touch is rough and irrational. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around him, running a hand through his wavy hair rapidly. He pats your butt for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You caught the hint and did it, he carried you to the bedroom, still kissing you with full intensity.

You both make it to the bedroom and he pushed you down to the bed, grabbing your wrists as he kissed you harshly. His lips travel to your cheek, jawline and neck in hunger. A string of whimpers and sighs spill from your lips as the sensation of his lips on your body get you hot and bothered.

“Is that all you wanted? You just wanted me to fuck you? You’re such a slut.”, he degrades you before he bites at your soft skin.

You let out sighs of pleasure, becoming a little louder with his words. He had you pinned and you craved to touch him, anything would suffice.

His tongue slides across the crevice of your neck to then leave hickeys littering all over your neck. He gets close to your cleavage before rushing to get your shirt off. Your bra was in the way of getting to see his favorite thing about you, he unclasped it with one hand. His other hand now holding both of your wrists.

“Such a pathetic pretty whore.”, he whispers before he kisses your breasts, leaving bites along the way.

He bites, licks and kissed all of your sensitive spots, leaving you a mess. You could only think of your anger towards him and the overwhelming feeling of lust. He lets go of your wrists to touch your body in any way he pleased. You watched and bit your bottom lip before you place your hands on your pajama pants, attempting to pull them down and off.

He smacks your hand away and grabs your face with his hand, making eye contact with your eager face. “I’ll get to it when I get to it. You don’t get to throw a fit and then lead me.”, his voice is husky and demanding.

You nod and let him touch you even more. He grinded his evident erection against your clothed pussy. You laid there, letting him control you and your every action. You were desperate to touch him but knew he wouldn’t let you. You felt like you were begging him through your gasps.

A few more moments passed of him attacking your skin, marking what was his. His hand that held your wrists now on the other side of your speckled neck. He pulled down your pants and panties, exposing your whole body to him. He wasn’t on top of you anymore but leaning towards the side.

He slides his rough and big hands across your body, finally reaching your folds where he plays with you gently. His touch is different to his hunger driven kisses and it causes some mixed signals. Was he still mad or did this calm him down?

To test the question, you put your hands on the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair. He lets you and continues to rub your clit, teasing one of his fingers at your entrance. The slightest touch giving you some mental praise.

Testing the waters even more, you run your fingers down his body, stopping at the low waistband of his pants. He bucks his hips towards your hands, gesturing for you to touch him.

You put your hand into his pants and brush your fingertips along the length of his cock. You keep touching him but only gently, scared he might shrug you off or swat your hand away again.

This time he grabbed your hand and led it to touch him more. You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him until he was moaning with every kiss, bite and hickey.

He stopped touching you for a moment to pull down his pants and boxers, freeing his constricted cock. His cock pressed against your folds and clit, grinding against you as he continues to kiss and mark you as his. With every roll of his hips, a jolt of pleasure gets sent through your body, filling the room with whines.

“I fucking need you right now.”, he groaned as grinds against you for one last time.

Your breath and voice hitched before you nodded rapidly. You wanted every part of him to touch and love you. You were begging at this point with your lust-craved eyes and parted lips. He chuckles before kissing your lips gently.

He leaned closer before grabbing his cock in his hands, stroking himself in the process. His deep groans filling your ears, you wished you could have a recording of his pleasurable voice to remember how he sounds. His voice was vulnerable in these private times.

You feel like you were daydreaming with each noise from his thin lips. Your empty weeps and gasps echoed in his ears.

He angled himself to slowly slide himself in you. You were losing focus of him as he eased himself to a steady pace. Your eyes couldn’t lock with his as you turned to moan in the grasped sheets. His hand was placed on your throat, holding you head in place to look at him.

“You were so desperate to get fucked and now you don’t even have the decency to look at me”, he degraded you through his teeth.

Your eyes locked with him and he began smirking before speeding up. Chuckles slipped from his lips as he saw your pathetic expressions.

His thumb slid across your neck as he slowly eased off the pressure. Your hands landed on his lower back, feeling his hips buck to his quickened movements.

The room was full of moans and the sound of his hips impacting yours. The slight creaks of the bed rustled against the wall. He tried to conceal his moans and groans as best as he could. Every noise made him smile and smirk more before getting lost in lip biting.

His hands landed on your hips to stabilize himself and you. His fingernails digging cresent shapes into your delicate skin. His wavy hair draping over his face as beads of sweat form on his forehead.

His movements slow down as his grasp loosens on your hips. He leans down for a kiss, your lips automatically locking with his. His elbows fell right above your shoulders, propping himself better.

His rough and aggressive kissing mixed with your longing and desperate manners created frantic touching. His hands roamed all over you, your hips, tits, stomach, and ass.

Every time his fingertips glided around your skin, he wanted nothing more to continue to ruin you. To ruin the soft skin he loved so much and to leave you remembering who you belong to.

His hips moved again but at a slow pace. His body positioned right over you as your stomachs pressed together.

His head is in between your neck and shoulder as he keeps plowing into you. He starts to bite on your shoulder to hold in his own grunts and moans but to also mark you even more.

You scratch at his back as he becomes more rough and aggressive. He’s taking out all his anger, frustration and stress out on you. You won in this scenario, having him listen to your frustrations and him fucking you into oblivion.

You already felt your body heating up as he fucked you, almost unraveling underneath him. You moan louder from the sensation and dig your nails in his inked back.

“Baby… please, I’m close. Don’t stop, please.”, you whine out in a begging manner.

He lifts his head to look at you and smirks. He completely stops, a small chuckle leaving his lips before he starts to pant. You look at him and whimper, losing the feeling of your orgasm.

“I think I will stop. You don’t deserve to cum after your little outburst.”, he snickers as he starts to move again.

He give you painfully slow and long strokes before he puts one of your legs on his shoulder. He was hitting everything the right way but it wasn’t enough to cum. He kept everything paced out to keep denying you of climaxing. Whines and whimpers keep leaving your lips, your breath keeps hitching as you hear him groan in a almost silent volume.

“Look at you. Whining like a little bitch. You need more?”, his voice was mocking as he cooed in your ear.

You could only nod repeatedly, giving the gesture of wanting more. You would do anything for him just to let you cum this one time. He gave a shit eating grin when he saw you nod and give a begging expression. He would give up the world for your messy and pleading self.

His slow strokes started to become a tad bit faster as he was losing himself inside you. He couldn’t help it, you just felt too good. He was trying to chase his own high but he wanted you to feel good too. He was going to give up. He shook his head and sighed.

“Tell me what you want. Say please and I’ll let you cum.”, he breathed out through his strokes.

“Ville, you fucking tease. Let me cum, please, Ville…”, your voice was shaking and started to mumble.

He let out a small chuckles before leaning down to kiss your neck. “Good girl. Stay just like that.”, he moaned as he picked up the pace.

He lifted your other leg on his shoulder as he began to hit those deep spots. He wanted you to feel all of him and all that he can give you. His body was still close to yours, leaving hickeys on your soft skin as he spread your legs.

Your denied orgasm came back and you unfolded beneath Ville. Your muscles tensing up as a series of moans and whines leave your puffy lips. Ville gave you a few more thrusts before finding his own climax.

His shoulders dropped as he rode out your high. His lips parted as sweat trailed down his face. Your legs slid off his shoulders but your bodies were still intertwined. You couldn’t look at him for a solid minutes, attempting to compose yourself. He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

Ville looked at your sweating and glistening body once more before he went into the master bedroom’s bathroom and grabbed something to clean you up with. He was careful and gentle, massaging your thighs as he cleaned you.

You giggled and panted as he provided you care. He was soft and loving now, despite his previous hatred filled actions.

“You sure you’re okay? That was a lot even for me. You did so good though.”, he praised you before he went into the bathroom to run a bath for the both of you. The water ran as he came back.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”, you looked at him with worry, worried you offended him earlier.

He chuckles before he pressed his fingertips firmly on all of your hickeys and bite marks. You winced in slight pain and soreness. “That’s for you to remember who you’re talking to.”, he looked at you with a smile before dragging you into the bathroom with him to bathe.

“You know I love you and hate you right.”, he whispered as he helped you into the bathtub and joined you. You smiled at him as you began to hold his hand.

“Maybe you’d hate me less and love me more if you came home on time.”, you smirked at him, repeating the same argument from earlier that started this all. You just wanted to get a rise out of him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not doing this again.”, he rolled his eyes at you.

“I love and hate you too.”, you leaned towards him and gave him a soft kiss on his small lips.

[stratossphere]

i am BEGGING for ville x tattoo artist reader . porn w plot or sm like he fucks reader after a few sessions and reader thinks he hates her but he’s frustrated or whatever IDKKKKKK

ink | v.v

the problem client has a thing for his artist.

warnings: smut, fem!reader, fingering, protected sex, reader has a hand over her mouth, just people being straight up horny

word count: 7.4k

a/n: this took me such a long time but i’m proud of it :) also once again i appreciate all of your genius ideas

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @althaiascure

— —

Fuck. He was coming again.

You were always happy to take on new clients. You really were. But ever since Ville Valo's usual artist had moved and holed himself away what seemed to be for good, you'd been stuck with his bitchiest client.

Ville was...interesting. Not horrible, per se, like some of your clients definitely were, but he was certainly one of the nitpickers. It had been a while since you'd last seen him, and the last time he'd been in was to get some chick's name tattooed on his chest (or at least you'd assumed, considering he'd refused to tell you what 'Mäy' was), but even then he'd complained and spent the whole time watching you work meticulously.

And yet, despite the nitpicking, here he was back for more.

You would've been lying if you said you might've been a little nervous not because he was picky, but because he was really fucking hot. Obviously, bitchy attitude or not, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, and the ones with an attitude were definitely your type. But you'd literally been tattooing a name on him, so you'd held back on any of those thoughts.

But holding back on those thoughts became a lot harder when you saw him walk into the shop from where you were cleaning up your studio from your last tattoo. His hair had grown considerably, he looked a lot healthier than the last time you'd seen him, and he still had that unimpressed frown on his face as he talked to your receptionist. You leaned back in your stool so that he could see you from where he was standing, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over and noticed you were there.

"Wow. I almost forgot you existed." You said truthfully, smiling as he came around to step into your studio. Considering his original tattoo artist had worked with you, you had seen him a lot back in the day when he had been filling up quickly on tattoos after he'd started with his wrist. Albeit, you'd never actually talked to him before his first tattoo with you, but you'd known him and he'd known you regardless.

"Yes. Hello to you too." He said dryly, waving a piece of paper in his hand as he shut the door of your studio behind him after stepping fully into the room. "I'm getting a coverup."

"Which one?" You were warily eyeing both the half-sleeve of portraits he had on one arm and the full sleeve he had on the other, because covering up either of those sounded extremely unappealing considering how dark the ink work was on both. He chuckled lowly as you pushed back in your stool to let him sit down in the chair.

"The last one you gave me." He admitted, handing over the piece of paper in his hand when you offered your hand out for it. It was a picture of a woman, and you were satisfied at getting the chance to do another portrait. He seemed to have an addiction to them, considering that every time you saw him, he always came back with more.

"Shit. Was my handwriting bad?" You joked, consciously aware of how long this tattoo was going to take, and additionally how long that meant you'd be around him shirtless. You were really trying to harness maturity here, but you couldn't be held responsible for what occurred inside your own brain. Although, with eyes as intense as his, you weren't sure he couldn't see right inside with you.

"No, it was acceptable. Things just change, and I'm a new man these days." Ville said calmly as he watched you get started on his stencil, his fingers drumming in a concise rhythm on the arm of the chair as he spoke. You shot him a knowing look.

"So I was right. It was a girlfriend's name." You'd been trying to guess the last time he'd been in the shop, but he hadn't even given you a hint. He'd originally said that it was not his girlfriend's name, but now it was pretty obvious that there was no way he had been telling the truth. He paused for a second, sighing softly.

"Not exactly." Once again, very vague. You rolled your eyes because you knew he couldn't see, laughing softly to yourself.

"One time, I tattooed a guy's name as a tramp stamp on a client, and then the next day her boyfriend came in screaming in my face because I tattooed his brother's name on his girlfriend." You revealed conversationally, knowing that if you didn't say something, Ville would be perfectly fine with letting the room fall into dead silence for the entire predicted four hours he'd be in your chair. He had been the client infamous for bringing handfuls of CDs to every single one of his appointments and blasting them loud enough to fill every single studio on the shop before he'd been dumped on you, but you had a feeling he refused to do so with you because he thought you wouldn't like the same music. Which meant you were stuck with his hatred for conversation.

"That feels pointed." Ville muttered, tilting his head to shoot you a look just as you glanced over at him. You snorted, busying yourself fully with the stencil so that you could avoid that intense gaze.

"It might've been. I don't know. I like to get at least a little bit of interesting information out of my clients once in a while." You said coyly, hearing the sound of his fingers picking up pace where they were still drumming on the arm of his chair. He paused for another moment, and when you glanced up to see if he was ignoring you, you were once again met with his startlingly-green eyes. He sucked his teeth.

"You're not going to like the story. No women do." He said very presumptuously, looking away from you with disinterest and instead leaning back in the chair slightly to look up at the ceiling. Once again, because he wasn't looking at you, you rolled your eyes.

"I've tattooed ballsacks, assholes, and dicks. I'm sure your story won't get me too bad." You said dryly, finishing up the stencil before you slid away from your desk and over to his chair to present it to him. "Look okay?"

"Yeah. Looks great." As he said it, Ville looked like he was trying to decide whether or not to actually tell you the story he was dancing around, and you were really trying to remain professional and not laugh as you watched him do so.

"Alright. Take off your shirt, and you can tell me the horrific story while I put this on." You instructed, remembering that the 'not' name was tattooed on the right side of his chest. He stood up to shrug off his jacket then, and you noticed he was looking at you curiously.

"You've really tattooed a dick?" He didn't sound like he believed you. You nodded, focusing your mind fully on the conversation at hand so that it didn't wander too far on the sight of him starting to pull his shirt over his head. When his head was blocked by the shirt and he couldn't see you, however, you let your eyes linger on the symbol tattooed on his lower stomach momentarily.

"Yep. And it was a cross, too." You muttered, shaking your head as you remembered how that appointment had gone. Every time you started to feel down about how difficult Ville sometimes made his appointments with you, you remembered those times and immediately started to feel a lot better. That pulled a slight chuckle out of him (only slight, mind you) as he tossed his shirt and jacket onto the chair meant for people tagging along against the wall.

"Well, I suppose you won't be too offended, then." He surmised, sitting back down in the chair in front of you with his top half now bare. You were always amazed with how well-sculpted his torso was considering you'd seen him drink enough to kill a medium-sized child in all the times he'd been inside the shop. "It is a name, but not of a person. It's uh...named after my ex-girlfriend's uh...you know. Private area, so to speak."

Okay. That did take you aback a little bit. You certainly didn't let it show, however, and only raised your eyebrows as you gingerly began to lay out the stencil over his chest and over the last tattoo you had done for him.

"Huh. Never would've guessed that one." You shot him an amused look, but he only looked surprised that you'd taken it so well. You silently wondered what kind of conservative nuns he'd been telling that story to. "Why 'Mäy', then?"

"Now I'm just going to sound stupid." He mused, lifting his arm above his head so that you could get a better angle on applying the stencil. God, he smelled good...

"Once again, a cross on a dick. You can't get much stupider." You repeated with reassurance, peeling the stencil and then inspecting the placement with satisfaction. You then pointed to the mirror across from the chair. "You can go check and make sure you like where it is."

"You know the American show SpongeBob, yes?" He asked absentmindedly as he got up to look at himself in the mirror, narrowing his eyes as he looked over his reflection. You were praying that he liked the placement, because you really felt as if it was in the best place for the shape of his chest.

"Yeah. My nephew watches that show all the time." You said, completely unsure of where he was going with this story as you waited for the verdict on whether or not he liked the stencil placement. "Look okay?"

"Do you think it does? I want the darkest part over the name." That surprised you. He was asking you instead of forcing you to bend to his bottomless pit of adjustments and requests. You motioned for him to come back, then narrowed your eyes at the stencil to make sure that the part where you would be putting the darkest parts of ink was covering the name. It was.

"Yeah. That'll cover it up completely." You nodded, moving out of the way to let him get back into the chair for the last time before you actually began to put the needle to his skin. "SpongeBob?"

"Oh, yeah. It's uh...well, you know, it's a kid's show, but it's damn funny. And there's a snail on that show that meows." Ville explained, motioning his hands animatedly as you set up your gun and the ink you would be using while you reclined the chair back so that he was laying down at the best angle for you to tattoo him.

"I vaguely remember that, yeah." Now you had even less of an idea where he was going with this story. His explanation still didn’t feel like a viable reason to allow him to call someone’s intimate areas the name of a snail.

"Well, when he meows, it sounds just like 'Mäy' in Finnish. Which doesn't really mean anything, so I kind of just made it into a nickname." He must've been able to see the bewildered look on your face, because he really sounded like he was trying to prove a solid reason for getting such a strange thing tattooed on himself. "That, or Gary, which is the snail's name."

"You called her pussy Gary?" You couldn't help yourself from blurting that out bluntly out of genuine shock, and you immediately winced. "Sorry. That was a bad way of saying that."

"No, no. That's about the best reaction I've gotten, actually." He muttered, shaking his head as he clearly thought about it. "It was a dumb thing to do, and I told every single person that asked me, so it's my own fault."

"Well, I'm glad I was apart of your terrible decision. And I'm glad you got Mäy tattooed instead of Gary." You snickered, letting your hand rest on his chest with your tattoo gun now buzzing in your hand. "You ready?"

"Stick it in."

For once, Ville actually seemed to be in the mood to talk, but for most of the appointment, it was vague answers and a mostly-uninterested tone. In all honesty, you were kind of bored with the man everyone claimed to be one of the most interesting on the planet.

So, when the tattoo was done, you were a little relieved. Sure, you were a fan of the fact that Ville was your best tipper out of all of your clients, and he at least had some interesting stories to tell, but something about him just made you a little uneasy. And it didn't help that you'd just sat through five hours of him being shirtless under your hand.

"Okay. Look in the mirror and give me your collective score." You said as you turned your gun off, letting him get up and out of the chair and then trying not to stare too hard at the muscles of his back as he stretched out.

"That felt really fucking quick." Ville commented as he stepped over to inspect himself in the mirror, tone sounding pleased with the fact. You stared at him for different reasons then, because that had felt like the longest tattoo session of your life, but didn't say anything on the matter. At least he was having fun. "Looks great. Maya Deren wouldn't be too appalled."

"Why thank you. Sure you don't want anything else added?" You asked as you peeled your gloves off, feeling more than relieved that he didn't seem to have any qualms with your work. You had no idea how he'd found problems with a three letter words, but not a portrait of someone's entire face.

"No, that'll be it."

—

And that was the last you saw of him. You expected he'd turn up in a couple years' time when he eventually found something else (or maybe got another name or face tattooed and needed that covered up as well) to get done, but you certainly didn't expect to see him when you walked into work hungover and tired only three days later.

"Jesus Christ." You nearly jumped out of your skin when you walked into your studio to see him already sitting there. He was handsome, you couldn't deny, but he was certainly scary when you weren't expecting him. "Didn't I just see you?"

"I came in for touch-ups." He explained, stretching out in the chair as if he couldn't have possibly belonged anywhere else. You narrowed your eyes.

"You need touch-ups? After three days?" This fucker. Seriously. He must've hated you. Or he just lived to torture every tattoo artist in your shop in general. Either one worked. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I think you're my most difficult client."

"I'm not going to be back for a long time, and I figured I should make up for my last appointment." He scoffed, crossing his legs and looking over at you where you were still standing by the door of your own studio. You checked back in mentally, closing the door and setting your bag down on the floor before running your hands over your face.

"Alright, I guess. I appreciate the makeup." You mused as you walked over to where none of your stuff was set up, silently cursing him for arriving so early on the one day you'd come in late due to how shitty you'd felt when you had awoken that morning.

"What kind of hangover is it?" As you set up, his question surprised you, and you looked back to see him almost smiling. You didn't think you'd ever truly seen the sight in all of the appearances he had made in your shop over the years.

"What?" Was it really that easy to tell? Sure, you'd been forced to rush considering the fact that your still-kind-of-drunk brain had convinced you that the sound of your alarm was still apart of your dream, but you'd showered, at least.

As a matter of fact, he looked a bit cleaner than usual today, too.

"You're clearly hungover. What's it off of?" He repeated, and you could've sworn you saw him eyeing you over as he spoke. You deadpanned, because usually someone who looked hungover looked like shit, before sighing.

"Vodka shots." You admitted, pausing where you'd been in the middle of setting up to narrow your eyes at him. "Do I really look that bad?"

"Quite the opposite, actually." Those words took you by surprise, and you let your lips part slightly as he now visibly checked you out. What the fuck. You were really trying to ignore the way your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as he shrugged. "I won't make you tattoo on a vodka hangover. I don't actually need the touch-ups."

You just stared at him, trying to comprehend both of the things that he had just said to you and failing to do so for both. "So...why are you here then?"

"Who knows why anyone is anywhere. I suppose it might have something to do with the fact that you're one of the only people I know that's bearable to be around in this godforsaken country." He spoke so casually, as if every one of his words wasn't shocking you more and more as they came out of his mouth one by one. Once again, you stared at him for a second before responding.

"Huh. I really thought you didn't like me." Multiple sessions filled to the unbearable brim with dry responses, irritated adjustments, and an overall air of disinterest had convinced you on the fact, but here he was in your studio requesting touch-ups he didn't even need with money he didn't even have to spend.

"Everyone thinks that. I've been told I'm a bit of a raging cunt." He snorted, waving you off when you went to resume your setting up in an attempt to bring your brain back into function. "Don't bother. The tattoo is fucking perfect."

"Well, I feel bad now. You already paid a deposit on the session." You insisted, unable to bite back a grin at his compliment of your handiwork. You weren't sure you wanted him to leave quite yet, despite the fact that you'd been more than eager to get him out of the shop the last time you'd seen him. He just seemed...different today. More at ease.

"Oh well." He said simply, shifting so that he could slip his hand into his pocket before he came up with a pack of Marlboro Lights and a shitty-looking red lighter. "Will smoke detectors go off in here?"

"No, they're broken." You waved him on to give him the go ahead to smoke, coming back over to where your working stool was before sitting down so that you were near his chair. "You're really going to pay to be in here for no ink?"

"I don't mind. It'll give you time to get over your hangover before you stick a needle into the next poor bastard who comes in here." He said with finality, that half-grin now permanently on his face as he spoke. He then absentmindedly offered his cigarette out to you, and when you looked at him in surprise, he held it out further. "It helps. Even if you don't smoke."

"I think it's against the rules to share spit with my tattoo clients." You teased as you took a long drag off of his cigarette. You did in fact smoke (albeit not his brand), and the soft burn in your lungs made you feel a little less jittery. His look changed at that, and you immediately realized how that sounded, but he didn't actually seem to mind. In fact, by the way his eyes dropped to your lips for just a split second before he was looking back to you, he didn't mind at all.

"Yeah? So you're against sharing spit in all forms?" This whole interaction was leading into a place where you really should not have let it be going, as Ville was in fact your client and you were in fact at work, but you couldn't help yourself. You weren't dumb enough to ignore that you had one of the hottest men you had ever seen in your studio currently flirting his ass off with you.

And, on top of that, it was obvious that Ville had a goal in mind. You could tell by the way he was obviously freshly-showered and in a much lighter mood, and you could definitely tell by the way he was currently wasting time away without a tattoo needle in him despite paying the deposit for an entire session. You shrugged, grinning slyly.

"Mm. Maybe not. Depends on which client I'd be sharing spit with." You said, acting as if you couldn't have possibly caught on to what he was trying to say. He nodded, watching you more than closely as you leaned over to grab an empty ink cap to ash the cigarette still between your fingers into.

"You know, I know a great hangover cure that works better than anything else." Ville said casually before he was turning in his chair so that he was facing you to the point where you were almost knee-to-knee. He still smelled just as good as he had last time you'd seen him, and you wondered if your head was spinning more because of your hangover or the man in front of you. You passed his cigarette back.

"Yeah? What's that?" You had a pretty good idea, but you liked this little game that he was playing. He did have a very appealing voice, after all. He took a long drag off of the returned cigarette, holding your gaze intensely the entire time before he spoke again.

"Fucking." The way he drew out the word almost made you lose it. Almost. He never stopped staring at you, studying your features as he gave his certified suggestion, and you spluttered in turn as you swallowed that information.

"Really? In a tattoo studio?" You managed to mumble out, your eyes dropping to where his free hand moved to rest over your knee. Your body had never reacted so viscerally to such a small touch, but that's exactly what it was doing now, and you felt your heartbeat in your throat. Among other places.

"I've done worse." When you looked back up at him, he was already smirking at you, and he looked nothing but sure of himself. He reached out to crush his cigarette out in the ink cap that was sitting on your table next to his chair, but he never moved back where his face had come right up in front of yours, and then he was kissing you.

Smoke drew out of his nose in thin tendrils as he kissed you softly, one hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other hooked under your stool and pulled it closer to him. You knew that this was extremely unprofessional, and that your boss would've kicked your ass if she would've seen what you were currently doing on paid time, but all you did was deepen the kiss as your knees brushed heavily against his.

"Are you sure?" This still didn't feel completely real, and you found yourself pulling back from the kiss as you looked at him with slight concern in your eyes. You were trying to let his plaguing indifference get to you, but it wasn't exactly easy. He didn't respond, just held your gaze tensely with arousal burning deep in his irises before he was hooking his fingers in your front belt loops and pulling you further forwards.

As your lips connected once again, you were quickly crawling into his lap, hands cupping either side of his face while his arms wrapped strongly around your hips to keep you against him as the both of you kissed hungrily. This was definitely not at all what your studio was meant for, and you didn't even know if your chair could healthily take the weight of two full grown adults, but you were too intoxicated by the taste of his tongue to care.

"Does the door lock?" Ville asked against your lips breathlessly after a moment, one hand holding himself in the chair and the other pushing underneath your shirt as you rocked your hips just slightly in his lap. His voice stuttered at that point, and his hand dropped from under your shirt to hold you in place tightly by your hip. You shook your head.

"No. The walls are thin, too." Although you normally would've been put off by those factors (in fact, you never would've caught yourself dead having sex anywhere near where you worked on a normal day), you could barely get them off your chest quick enough before you were kissing Ville again, starting to roll your hips again despite his grip.

"Can you be quiet, or am I going to have to put a hand over your mouth?" After a second, Ville broke away to speak those bold words into the open air, stealing the breath right from your lungs as he did so. When you didn't respond, mostly because you didn't trust yourself to form coherent thoughts in that moment, he nipped at your lip. "Turn around."

"But—" You were already in his lap, and you hadn't even removed any items of clothing yet, so you had no idea what he was planning. You had already fallen too deep into a haze of arousal to really care about anything other than him fucking you, so you felt panic creeping up the back of your neck at the thought of having to pull away from him. He shushed you softly, interrupting your protest.

"It'll be okay, love. We have time." Ville cooed, his head tipping forward so that he could press soft, warm kisses to your neck as he coaxed you into complying with his request. However, lucky for him, you were quickly becoming entranced by a man who you had started off your day thinking you hated, and you were moving to turn in his arms with just the touch of his lips on your sensitive skin. If any of your coworkers (who knew Ville very well, and not in a good way, considering the reputation his loud music and excessive drinking had brought him with his last artist) could see you now, you never would've heard the end of it.

Ville's hands stayed on you to guide you along with your own movements until you were laying with your back flush against his chest and your legs between his, his chin tucked over your shoulder the entire time. You felt your heart rate picking up when his hands began to explore; his fingertips on one hand dipping under your shirt hem while the other hand moved to rub over your thigh.

"You are so beautiful." His voice was like a song in your ear as his hands crept higher and higher, and you could only try to gasp air into your lungs as his fingers moved to find the button of your pants. The sound of your zipper slowly pulling open after he'd undone your button was enough to make your head spin violently. "I have to admit something."

"Yeah?" You were able to breathe out as your hand ghosted over his where he was just beginning to push it past your currently-open zipper, your thighs beginning to press together as he got closer and closer to where you really needed him.

"Every time you tattoo me, all I can do is picture what you'll look like when I fuck you." His voice barely made it past your ear as he suddenly drew both hands away from you, making the impatience sear in your chest before it was quickly soothed when he began to push your pants down your hips on either side of you. "God, I've wanted you for so long."

Well shit. If you had known that, this would've happened a lot sooner than today after knowing each other for around a decade.

"Ville. Please." You couldn't take his filthy mouth paired with the lack of his touch, and your plead was bursting from your lips before you'd even fully kicked off your pants once he'd pushed them down far enough. You were now almost bare in his arms, and you felt like you were going insane.

"Shh." Just as he shushed your impatience, Ville's fingertips touched to your clit for the first time, and your back arched involuntarily as your breathing audibly picked up at the feeling. Even with the first slow circle that his fingertips rubbed on your clit you were moaning, and Ville's free hand clapped over your mouth just in time to hide the sound. "Does that feel good, darling?"

You couldn't respond, but you knew he could tell by the subtle way your back was arching towards his touch as his fingers began to circle faster on your clit. His fingers were skilled, and in that moment you understood exactly why someone had not only let him call their pussy the name of an animated snail, but had also condoned him getting the sound said animated snail makes tattooed on himself.

You moaned hard against his hand when he slowly dipped two fingers into you, the new sensation making your entire body shudder as he continued to shush you softly in your ear. You were slightly worried about the idea of someone coming into your studio to check on you, but he seemed as if he couldn't have had less of a care in the world. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was leaving his hand a little loose over your mouth on purpose just so that he would be able to hear your moans.

"Slow down. Let me have fun." He purred in your ear at your squirmy movements and badly-controlled voice, his legs trapping you between themselves slightly to prevent you from moving any further. You mentally blanched through the fog in your brain at the implication that he was going to enjoy you allowing him to take his time fucking his fingers into you more than you would in any way, unable to respond to his request but instead trying your best to settle your overreactive nerves.

However, every attempt at calming yourself was immediately washed away by the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body as Ville pumped his fingers deep and slow inside of you. You were completely at the mercy of his skilled touch; and he knew it too. You could tell he was enjoying his own little game with every shift of his fingers on your lips that allowed for the sharp sound of your voice to escape into the painfully-quiet room for a split second before he was quickly rendering you silent once again.

Ville may have been able to keep up this game for what you feared was an admirably long time, but you were starting to feel as if you were going insane, and you couldn't wait anymore. Your shaky fingers found Ville's hand against your mouth before you were peeling his own digits away from your lips, a whimper escaping once you were free to speak.

"I need you. In me. Please." You pleaded, your words stumbling out of your mouth unevenly as he continued to curl his fingers into you throughout your entire sentence. Never in your life could you have ever guessed that you'd ever find yourself begging a client to fuck you right there in your own tattoo chair, but Ville Valo wasn't just any client.

And not any client could use their fingers the way Ville Valo currently was.

"Can you handle it?" God, he was cocky. Sure, it had you a lot more weak in the knees than you were willing to admit, but that was nobody's business but your own. And you were sure it wasn't like he was going to decline your request even if it was revealed that you couldn't handle getting fucked in such a quiet environment. You, however, nodded quickly.

"Yeah. Promise." You didn't know if your answer was discernible between babbling and hurried, but at this point you really didn't care anymore. You had an end goal just as much as Ville did, and you really wanted it. "Please baby. I want you now."

"Yeah? How bad do you want it?" As he spoke, Ville gently pulled his fingers from inside you just as his hand dropped completely away from your mouth yet continued to let you hold onto it where you'd been holding it away. You gasped in a shaky breath at the feeling, shifting your hips in the confines of his legs on either side of you.

"I was so close, Ville. I'm begging you." You whined pathetically, pressed back far enough into his chest to where you could feel his warm breath against your cheek. He didn't respond, just shushed you softly once again, before suddenly his fingertips were brushing against your lips and he was pressing his long fingers into your mouth.

You savored the sound of his deep hum of arousal behind you as you sucked the taste of yourself off of his digits, swirling your tongue suggestively as you felt him begin to shift in a way that was not at all inconspicuous underneath you. You almost had him where you wanted him, and you could tell that his patience wasn't going to last much longer than yours had.

“Be patient, love. I’ll give you anything you want.” All too quickly, and despite his words, Ville was drawing his fingers out of your mouth. For a split second you felt frustration taking over at his refusal to give you even a hint of what you so desperately wanted, but your emotions were quickly settled when you felt him fumbling behind you.

He was undoing his belt.

You turned back to watch him, lip drawn between your teeth to (poorly) hide your eager grin as you listened to the sound of the metal buckle clinking. Ville clearly noticed you watching, and he was quick to catch you in a kiss as his hands hurriedly peeled his zipper open before he was slipping his jeans down his hips just enough to free his cock.

“Do you have a condom?” Through the haze in your own head, you pulled yourself together enough to mentally slap yourself in the face, because of course you didn’t have a condom. However, you never got the chance, because within seconds Ville had fumbled his wallet out of his jeans and had produced the requested condom.

Even with the tension and aroused urgency in the room, you couldn’t help but take a moment to snicker. “I didn’t realize you had already planned this shit out.”

“Maybe I might’ve been desperately hoping.” Ville hummed in joint amusement, his lips dipping to the crook of your neck as you turned away with the sound of him ripping the condom open. You didn’t miss the way one of his hands rubbed fleetingly across your ass as you repositioned yourself so that you were straddling him while still facing away as he visibly ate you alive with his eyes. “I have a thing for the ones that don’t like me.”

You laughed softly at that as he rolled the condom on. You definitely liked him now if nothing else, and you were about to reassure him that he really wasn’t as insufferable as he sometimes came off as, before you were abruptly thrown off by the feeling of the head of his cock sliding against your clit. He kept his free hand on your hip to assure that you couldn’t gain the upper hand against his merciless teasing, sliding his tip through your pussy a few more times before he was slowly pushing into you.

“Oh my god.” You whimpered out unconsciously, crumbling as if you were boneless against his chest almost immediately as he began to slowly fuck his cock up into you. His breathing had gone ragged the second that he’d pushed into you, and you could feel his chest heaving against your back as your ass pressed flush down into his lap and on his cock.

“Yeah. Fuck, just like that.” Ville encouraged as he ate up your pliance, one of his arms wrapping tight around your hips to hold you still as he fucked you smoothly. His thrusts were full and slow, and you silently wondered how someone could be so precise with such a pleasing torture as you moaned dizzily.

Despite how delicious the filthy mix of skin-on-skin and the shaky sounds falling from your lips in an increasingly-steady stream were, subtlety was close to flying out the window, and Ville was soon placing his free hand back over your mouth as he whispered for you to shut that pretty mouth. There was no space between your bodies now, and you felt as if you were molding backwards into him as his lips dragged hot against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I know you wanted me. You touch more than anyone that’s ever tattooed me.” He cooed knowingly in your ear, his words only slightly separated by soft groans at the feeling of his cock mind-numbingly deep inside of you. He only continued as your face burned hot at the feeling of being found out for actions you had assumed were unnoticeable. “You needed me to fuck you bad, didn’t you, love?”

You couldn’t respond verbally, but you nodded as best you could as one hand covered his where he was still holding your hips tight against him. You felt as if you couldn’t put your scrambled brain back together enough to do anything else, and the pleasure was becoming too overwhelming for you to be able to just sit there and take it.

As fingers gripped tightly at skin and you moved desperately along with each other, the build of primal urgency between the two of you was climbing fast as you both chased your highs with desperation that could no longer be pushed down. Your head was almost resting back against Ville’s shoulder now, and his face was pressed into your neck to muffle his own loud groans.

“I can’t last. Holy shit, you feel so good.” He breathed out in ecstasy against your skin, his words drawn out and strained as the pace of his hips rolling up into you gradually starting to increase as he reached that near-hysteric level of pleasure.

You wiggled your hips down on his cock as you shifted and fussed in his arms, the pleasure of him fucking right into your sweet spot making you begin to shake and jolt in his arms harder than what you could cope with. Every inch of your skin felt hot and tingly, and your heart was racing in your chest as he grabbed your hand where it was over his as he held you and laced your fingers together.

Yeah, Ville Valo definitely wasn’t just any client.

He still didn’t let up his tight seal on your mouth as he continued to muffle your pleasure-drunk moans into almost nothing, so you had no way to warn him when you finally reached your climax. The added impact of the continued thrusts of his cock heightened your orgasm considerably, and your hips jolted hard and involuntarily as you close-to-hyperventilated through the pleasure that was igniting your every nerve.

Ville let out a long, stuttered groan right against your ear before you could tell he was cumming too, his grip tightening considerably on your hip while his hand dropped clean away from your mouth as he chased his own high. His thrusts were sloppy and desperate, but you still found yourself pressing your knuckles to your lips to replace his hand as you shook and whimpered through the aftershocks of his cock still sliding into you after your orgasm had faded into sharp sensitivity.

When Ville finally slowed to a stop as his still-ragged breathing sounded right alongside yours, his hand rubbed absentmindedly against your hip where he had let your hand go due to the impact of his climax. The room felt a little warmer than it had ten minutes ago, but you didn’t dare pull away from him yet as you tried to bring yourself down out of space and back into your brain.

“Fuck. If only all those fangirls knew what you were really like.” You mused hoarsely, your voice feeling dry in your throat after having Ville’s hand over your mouth for so long. When you regrettably had to force yourself to slowly pull off of his cock and turn out of his lap and onto your feet, you were met with just the smallest curl of his lips at your words.

“I told you I have a thing for the ones that don’t like me.” He reminded you coyly, clearly eyeing you as you focused yourself on retrieving and redressing in the pants you had abandoned on the floor. He was then up soon after you, peeling off his condom and discarding it in a trashcan that was normally only used for tattoo supplies. You snorted, not bothering to draw your eyes away while he tucked himself back into and rezipped his jeans considering he really wasn’t ashamed of his own stare.

“I thought it was obvious, but I wouldn’t have done any of that if I didn’t like you.” Your smart tone wasn’t lost on him, and you had barely pulled your pants and underwear back up over your hips before he was right up in your personal space with his eyes on yours as if he had deemed your pupils his home.

“Yeah? What are you going to do when I come back?” He sounded as if he was mostly curious, but you didn’t miss the way his pitch dropped as he studied you. You quirked your eyebrows as you finished redressing, not pulling back away from him.

“Depends on whether or not you’re getting a tattoo dedicated to someone when I see you next.” You couldn’t help yourself, alright? If he hadn’t been prepared for jokes, he should have never told you in the first place.

Ville rolled his eyes then, pulling back to shake his head as you laughed to yourself. You were paying half a mind to the fact that you were definitely going to have to do a serious wipe-down of your tattoo chair once he left the shop.

“Just…don’t quit on me like the last one did.” Although that was worded as concern over potentially losing a second tattoo artist in a span of a few years, you could see the suggestive look on Ville’s face as he said it, and you couldn’t hide your smile despite trying to cope with the fact that your time with Ville would soon be up for the next foreseeable year (at the very least).

“I’ll be right here where I was next time you come back.” You promised, knowing that even if it wasn’t for a while, you would always look forward to the time you got to see Ville Valo again. Maybe for other reasons now than before, but the notion still applied. You were sad to see that he had his shirt back on and all of his stuff together, but you knew he’d end up back on the shop’s doorstop with a half-soggy pack of cigarettes in one hand sooner or later. He neared the door then, and you felt your heart jolt as he winked at you.

“Who knows. Maybe I’ll actually get the ink I paid for next time I see you.” To your surprise, instead of immediately leaving, Ville pulled you in then, not giving you much room to protest before he was kissing you slowly. The taste, though now familiar, made your composure swim dangerously, and you fisted one hand in the worn material of his shirt as you indulged the urge to deepen the kiss. It was hard to break away when the both of you finally forced yourselves to. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Valo. I’ll see you when the booze sales go up again.”

[burntb4bydoll]

DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHO VILLE VALO IS?? CUZ I LOVE HIM SM AND I WANNA WRITE FOR HIM BUT I DONT THINK PEOPLE WOULD READ IT

[cemetarywoman]

!!!would you mind doing some head cannons or something for current ville convincing his younger partner (but very much legal!) to join him on tour as his makeup artist or to move to Helsinki with him? If those are too specific, just general head cannons for being w current ville as a younger partner(again, obviously very legal and an adult)

Ok i love this request 🤭🤭

Ville Valo in an age gap relationship headcannons

-now that he has more experience with life and relationships i think that he would only really date someone he could see himself spending the rest of his life with

-not that he wasn’t serious about his past relationships, but he definitely used to ignore red flags and stay in toxic relationships when he was younger

-but now he wants to make sure that whoever hes dating is someone he truly loves and trusts

-so you’re pretty special to him!🤭

-I feel like he would only really think about your age difference if someone else brought it up

-its just not a big deal to him and he doesn’t see why it should be to anyone else either

-but this sweetheart has absolutely no problem telling someone off if they comment on it in a negative way

-although since you are younger sometimes one of you will reference something the other person doesn’t quite understand but it always makes you both laugh

-ville would love if you share your favorite things with him and he also loves sharing his favorite things with you

-he would spend hours listening to you talk about you favorite music, tv shows or literally anything else you like because you are just so interesting to him

-obviously he wants you to go wherever he is and he would get all pouty when he has to leave you alone even if it just for a few hours

-when he asks you to come on tour with him it was probably while you two were just relaxing in bed together, and hes very sweet about it

-“Darling, I was thinking that maybe you’d want to come with me on tour? I know you’ve never done that before but I would love to share this part of my life with you. And since you’re so good at makeup I was thinking you could help me with mine? Id much rather you be my makeup artist than some random person”

-personally it wouldn’t take me much convincing but yk 🫣

-he’ll be sooo happy and giggly if you say yes, hes just so excited to show you how fun it is to visit so many different awesome places

-now I think he would be a littleee nervous to ask you to move in with him

-the last thing he want to do is scare you off

-but hes been thinking about moving back home and he just cant see himself leaving without you with him

-he would make probably ask you during a nice dinner or something romantic like that

- “So y/n, I’ve been thinking a lot about something and I’m finally ready to talk about it with you… I want to move back to Helsinki, but only if you come with me. Now I don’t want you to say yes because I want to go, I only want you to say yes if you really want to move there. Im more than happy staying here if it means I can be with you.”

-ofc you say yes because well tf would say no to that?? Certainly not me🙏

-Ville helps you get adjusted to your new life in Helsinki by making sure the house is decorated to your liking to make sure that you at least have some since of familiarity

-he would be so excited while showing you all his favorite spots back home

SORRY IF THESE SUCK IM LIKE HALF ASLEEP WRITING THIS I JUST WOKE UP FROM A NAP LOL

[zaero-zombie]

there is a criminally low amount of joe frantz content on this app

[theblueprinxe]

My endless love (Ch.1)

Decided to upload a Ville Vale fanfic with my OC! This is set in modern time if HIM took of now but no events have been changed. :)

It hadn’t been more than an two hours since Ville had gotten back into Helsinki and gave his temporary goodbyes to his bandmates, who were probably now plastered in their usual bar. 

Though he would have loved to have a drink to celebrate another great tour, he had made a promise to come immediately to his flat and see his current girlfriend Serena. Who had spent the last few months wanting nothing more than to be in his arms. And he also wanted the same.

He lugged his bags up the stairs finally making it to the second floor and immediately fiddling with the lock of his flat. He had lived here for years and somehow he still kept forgetting to ask them to fix the damn thing and instead had the constant battle of wiggling the key and waiting to find the right angle to get it to turn. 

A happy sigh escaped his lips hearing the faint click of the lock, using his foot to push the door open with ease, and sliding his suitcase to the side of the door. The lights were all on making it easy for him to toss his keys to the kitchen counter and make his way into the living room. “Serena I’m home~!” 

He called out, expecting her to come running out and rushing into his arms but instead all he got was utter silence. This wasn’t what he was expecting. 

His green eyes scanned the flat, landing on the to familiar note on the coffee table. He didn’t even need to read it to know what it said. This was a constant thing for him and he wasn’t surprised but instead just numb. 

Ville was labeled as a sex symbol and people assumed he was a ladies man, going through women like he went through underwear but that was far from it. And the little note was a reminder of it. He ran his fingers through his hair, moving to the kitchen to grab a beer and plopping onto the couch to look over the paper she had left behind.

It said the usual, ‘I’m sorry, I love you, I can’t do this’. There was no anger in him about it, only acceptance. He knew him traveling months on end meant whoever he dated would be waiting around for him and it wasn’t easy. So he had gotten use to the countless notes that he would return home too and used them as motivation to write his love songs. 

He drank his first beer with quickness, flipping open his notebook and beginning to write once again about a never ending love that he still was unable to obtain.

8 months later

Rose stared at herself in the mirror taking in every detail of her now tear stained face and the makeup that bled with it. She had just ended her long overdue relationship and was now taking in the aftermath of it all. There had been yelling, name calling and a few low jabs that ended with her wishing she never opened up to anyone. “Breathe…” She whispered to herself, her hands gripping the porcelain sink as she tried steading her breathing. The last thing she needed was to have a panic attack especially tonight of all nights. 

The original plan for the night was going to see HIM with her now ex but instead it turned into a fight about something pointless and she was left to clean up the pieces of herself. Her grip on the sink slowly loosened once she felt herself become more calm and grabbed her black headband to push her dark blue hair back. 

Even though, she wanted to stay in bed she knew hearing the music of HIM, would somehow make her feel less pained. The way Ville sang about love, and heartbreak made her feel like she was in another place. And gods did she need it right now. 

It didn't take her long to wash away her previous makeup and reapply it trying to avoid taking any longer than she already had from the fight earlier. Feeling happy with her look, she threw on a cropped shirt that said, "I ghosted your dad", black shorts with fishnets and finishing it with a simple pair of black boots.

~

It had been a few hours since she left her house and was now was currently standing right against the barricade looking up at the headliners for HIM who were surprisingly killing it on their last song giving the crowd a goodbye before HIM came on.

Ville made his way out onto the stage giving everyone a wave that he could before reaching his mic and giving an opening introduction. “Hello everyone!” He shouted gaining a loud response back making him chuckle into the mic. “It’s nice to be back in the US and to see all of you here in Washington” 

The crowd began to cheer even louder and it was time to kick things off. They played numerous songs all from different albums and it was like second nature to him. He sang, did a few little gestures, drank and smoked a cigarette. Nothing in this concert was any different than the numerous others he had done before. That was until he sang, When love and death embrace. 

It was definitely a song he favored and his fans did as well. He had a fascination with the darker side of love and this song showed it. His eyes watched as every person in the front of him sang it but one of them stood out among all the others. 

A dark blue haired women was standing directly in front of him, and the way she sang out each word drew him in. He couldn’t hear her but he could feel her. The pained expression she had that was filled with loved and devotion. It was beautiful. And he couldn’t help but stare at her as he sang every word. 

Rose stared up at Ville not thinking anything of it. After all, he was a singer and had been doing this for years so him staring at her the way he was seemed normal to her.

“Have a goodnight everyone!” Ville yelled into the mic waving bye to everyone in the crowd before making his way off the stage but not without giving the blue haired beauty one last look, watching as they disappeared into the crowd. Part of him wish he could grab her attention but considering how big the crowd had been, It would have to be a forgotten thought. 

~

Rose was long supposed to home but instead was currently sitting near a random hotel inside the city and doing her best to avoid her problems. Not soon after the concert had ended did she receive a text from Damon asking if he could come over and ‘talk’ but what it really meant was he wanted to yell at her again then ask for sex. Which was something she didn’t want. 

Her eyes moved away from her phone and up to the hotel. Normally she would just go to a friends house but since everyone only knew Damon as a sweetheart, they’d immediately rat her out so it seemed like her best option was losing a few hundred dollars on an overpriced hotel for the night. 

She slowly made her way into the front door, watching as numerous guests moved in and out of the lobby. It was obvious a lot of people who had seen the concert had decided to use this hotel and were either just checking in or checking out. 

Before she could even make it to the front of the line, she felt her phone buzz and Damons name pop up. He had texted her again. “I see your at the Evermore hotel, I’ll coming to get you.”

She mentally cursed at herself for not turning her location off and immediately opened her settings to change it before thinking of her next step. If she left, he would find her on the streets and if she checked in he would just ask her by name.

The faint noise of the elevator opening made her realize she could always hide out on a random floor then leave. It wasn’t her brightest idea but she needed to find somewhere to hide to think of her options. She slowly made her way to the elevator, and randomly clicked ‘6’ trying to blend in with everyone else who was in it. 

Luckily for her, everyone either got off before her or after making it easy for her to sneak out into the area with little suspicion. Once on the floor, she realized most of the rooms had been marked “special guests” signs meaning this floor was holding quite a few special guests. “Maybe I should just go to a different floor…” She thought going to click the elevator button again only to come face to face with a hotel manager who was talking to a maid. “We can’t allow any guests not in the band to check in on this floor. Last thing we need is fans disturbing them.”

The were deep into their conversation that they had almost missed her presence but unfortunately for her, they had just enough awareness that they caught her. “Wait how did you get onto this floor.”

She immediately bolted down the hallway and ran as fast as her legs allowed her. She turned to see the manager not far behind her and decided she needed to get into one of these rooms or she would for sure be in deep shit. 

Turning down on of the corners, she began to pull all the door handles she passed but none seemed to budge and knew that eventually they’d end back up near where they had started. The sound of their footsteps were close by and for a moment she thought she’d make it back to the elevator but instead saw two security guards come out of it. “Shit…”

Her heart was racing and she could feel them closing in, her hand gripped the next door and prayed for a miracle as she turned it. The clicking sound of it opening made her almost scream from happiness as she pushed herself into the room, gently closing the door and pressing her ear against the door to hear what they were saying. 

“We lost her.” One guard said

“She couldn’t have gone far, let’s check the rooms.” One replied

She listened as their footsteps slowly faded away from the door and began to think of her options. If they checked all the rooms, they’d eventually find her but if she timed it perfectly she could try to sneak back into the elevator and down to the lobby.

“If Mige sent you up here you can tell him to fuck off. I don’t fuck groupies” An annoyed males voices came behind her and immediately made her tense up. Of all the places she could have ended up, she ended up in some random guys room who thought she was a groupie. 

“For your information I’m not a groupie.” She turned around ready to give him a piece of her mind but all the words got caught in her throat seeing a shirtless Ville Vale standing right there.

Both of them started at one another in utter disbelief. The girl he had been staring at earlier that night was in his hotel room and the guy from her favorite band was right there. 

For a moment both of them just stared at one another in silence unsure what to say. It wasn’t until the sound of knocking on the door, made them finally move and Rose panic. She had hoped they wouldn’t made the rounds of all the rooms that quickly. 

Ville noticed the other panic and immediately motioned her to move into the corner, which she did. He moved over to the door, opening it and giving the manager a semi annoyed look. “Yes?”

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Valo, we just had an unexpected trouble maker on the floor and was wondering if you had seen her.” The manager asked. 

Ville just shook his head. “Besides my bandmates I haven’t seen anyone else up here.” He replied, gaining an apologetic look from the manager who apologized before moving down the hallway, which Ville watched before closing the door. “He’s gone.”

Prinxe anxiety quickly faded as she moved from her spot in the room and over to him. “Thank you for not ratting me out.” 

“Of course….though I have to ask how did you end up in my room?” He plopped onto the bed, picking up one of the beers he had on the nightstand and eyeing her with curiosity as he took a big swig of it.

“Erh….” She wasn’t about to give him a sob story on what she was doing or who she was avoiding but at the same time she would probably never see him again 

“Let’s just say I have bad choices in guys and your door being unlocked made it easy for an escape.” 

Ville normally would have been mad at himself for doing something so stupid but he had a bit of happiness in him seeing the girl from earlier. “I see, well happy I could offer you an escape.” He picked up another beer but instead of drinking it, he moved it out to her. “They will be looking for you for sometime so why not stay for a drink?”

Super short chapter but lmk what you think! Will be uploading more this week :)

[reneetje]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: HIM (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ville Valo/You Characters: Ville Valo Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Booty Calls, Established booty call relationship Summary:

You have an established booty-call situationship with Ville Valo and tonight he needs you more than ever. M/m