CLOSER2CLOSURE was made as a personal & anonymous blog to practice my writing and upload my fanfiction. i’ve been writing since i was in elementary school, publishing on wattpad (lol); now, i simply want to make my free time more productive.
since i am trying to get back into the loop of writing fanfiction, i’m willing to write mostly anything. i am definitely rough around the edges for some themes, but regardless, i’d love to exercise them again.
OPEN this blog post for more information on my writing & guidelines!
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FIRST THINGS FIRST! i am exclusively writing for ville valo ( HIM ) only. i also am more knowledgeable on writing f!reader & gneutral!reader, so that’s what i’ll be writing for as well.
I WON’T WRITE r—pe / non-con, pedophilia & anything with people underage, abuse, and other things similar.
HEADS UP! english is not my first language, so i am deeply sorry in advance for typos or misuse of specific words. also, i do not proofread! excuse the typos!
ON REQUESTS… they are currently closed! as long as my request box is open, then i am accepting them.
a/n: sorry for my absence, work has been taking up so much time recently. this is a bit self indulgent — simply because i’ve been daydreaming about this scenario quite a lot. thought a lot about 2003 ville < 3 :-).
warnings: mostly fluff, slightly suggestive
wc: 2k
“gosh, i’m exhausted,” you complained in a whisper, as you sank into the edge of the bed, slipping off the several of layers you had stacked upon yourself in the morning, before your tackling your treacherous schedule of attending the day’s courses and a morning shift. you had returned home and to your room to a fond surprise: your boyfriend still tucked asleep in your bed and bundled in your sheets as sunlight seeped through the blinds, a gentle reminder that he had in fact slept until noon. ville sleepily grunted in reply of your sudden movement on the bed, rolling over to lay himself face down on your pillows that he had now drooled all over, and reaching out an arm to rub your lower back in greeting. you found him so humorous, although it was for the most unintentional reasons — he acted like such a cat, the way he slept for hours throughout the day and his general personality, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. “good morning, again.” you looked over your shoulder as your hands worked to untie your shoe laces, admiring how ville’s curls had become tangled in his sleep.
he huffed in response, his heavy eyelids, caked with days old eyeliner, finally opening up towards you, a smile creeping onto his face at the sight of you. ville thought you were the most precious thing ever; the smallest things you did, such as peering over your shoulder to greet him, already had him resisting the urges to tug you by the torso and under the sheets — if only he weren’t so tired. “good morning, doll.”
you felt like a teenager with the way you felt yourself react to ville’s sweet names for you. the sight of him didn’t help, either — he was snug in your blankets, presumably shirtless, as the sunlight that seeped from the windows reflected glimmer at its touch to his bare back. you trailed tour gaze from where his hand had slid under the back of your shirt to his face, his sleepiness caught him vulnerable, and feeling your skin after only a few hours of you being gone making him feel that he had gone months without you. you couldn’t always help but stare in awe frequently at the sight of ville.
he was not oblivious to your habit, more so, he was fond of it, and sucked up every second you so admirably studied him; he was smitten at your attentiveness to him. ville sat up from here he had laid, crawling closer to where you sat on the edge of the bed, his hand staying firm on the small of your back all throughout the movement.
“let’s get back to bed if you’re so tired, yeah? doesn’t a nap sound good, love?” he cooed, leaning in to whisper into the shell of your ear, chuckling as your face reddened and turned away, pulling off your shoes that you had forgotten you were unlacing.
“… i’d like that. have you not slept the whole day, though?” you sharply inhaled, feigning some sort of confidence to cover the fact that you were practically putty under him. not only had ville caught you red handed with your staring problem again, but he was, in fact, shirtless, and now practically leaning himself against your back. eventually, both of his hands were crawling up your shirt, crawling to unhook your bra and guiding you to get it out from under your shirt. he would victoriously fish it out hooked on a finger from under your tee, stuffing it god knows where on where he claimed was “his” side of the bed. you could only scoff in disbelief of how much of a man he would act like at times.
ville’s hands would soon return to find warmth under your shirt, that would end up him cupping your breasts and brushing his finger pads across your nipple. he had gained a habit of subconsciously playing with your breasts whenever it seemed appropriate, becoming more of an act of a strange display of affection, though not always trying to get in your pants. his hands lingered, coming down and onto your back, where he had begun massaging you tenderly as you leaned backwards onto him. “has anyone ever told you how good you are with your hands?” you joked, resting your head on his collarbone, snickering to yourself as you heard ville scoff.
“no, not really.” he joked in return, his hands slithering to the front of your waist, hooking you closer into his figure. he pulled you into the center of the bed where you were now practically laying on him, letting yourself bask in the moment. the rays of light kissed your flesh warm, while ville’s innocent touches and sweet flirts burned your heart. after a long day, this is all you wanted — all you could have asked for. you’d rolled off off him onto the mattress, shutting your eyes as you breathed in the musk scent of ville that lingered on your sheets. the slight notes of cigarette smoke made you reminiscent on the first time you had met your now boyfriend, to which you could only grin ear to ear to yourself at the memories.
ville slumped next to you, propping his head up on his hand that he leaned on, enamored at the peace that radiated off of you. his free hand tucked itself into your hair, caressing it as he felt your arms tangle around his hips, pulling him closer to you. the sound of the birds chirping on the other side of the window sung softly amidst the summer quiet. “you should stop going to class and work and spend all that time in bed with me, darling.” ville suggested with a slight plea in his tone — though he tried to play it cool, you knew him enough to see through his facade, he was truly just like a begging child.
“we would rot here. i doubt you’d able to not be in the studio for that long, either.”you stupidly smiled in reply, pressing kisses onto his collarbone before peering up to him.
“aye? you really think i would prefer being in a room with four guys than in bed with you?” he snickered, his free hand coming to brush your hair out of your face.
you shrugged, “if you minded it that much, you wouldn’t be off touring so often.” you bit back another shit eating grin; you entertained yourself by putting him in these loops of questions. ville rolled his eyes, his hand trailing down your curves to rest on your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, somehow affirming that he would much rather spend all his days alongside you than have to leave you alone for months.
“you drive me mad. you know that, doll?” he replied, his hand coming down to grasp the flesh on the back of your thigh. “even when i’m away, the thought of you gets me so worked up. the calls aren’t enough.”
it’s like he could see directly how his words made your soul mush, as he chewed on his lip with his bright eyes staring right down at yours. suddenly, he nudged you off of your side and laid you back flat against the bed, crawling to tower over you. his bitten up lips peppered yours and your jaw in wet kisses, as a hand lingered over the hem of your shirt once again to pull it upwards, stopping it right under your chest to expose your torso. his fingers ghosting over your rib cage snd stomach before finding its way into your hair, caressing it out of your face whenever it got in his path of kisses.
“baby, i’m too tired, i don’t think i can right now.” you gulped feeling your face flush, taken aback in shock of the sudden bliss that consumed every sense. your hands instinctively found ville’s waist, trailing along his sides as he traced his fingers over your hair and jawline. he lifted his head from where he had been inhaling your scent, his blinking resembling a cat’s slow blinks. full of adoration and peace.
“me neither, sweetheart. let me love you while you relax.” he purred before returning to collide his lips to yours. there was an erotic tranquility that set in the moment — the heat between the two of you was warm enough to cause goosebumps against your cold skin, but ville was so tender. he nibbled at your lips for an entrance, his tongue finding yours inside of your mouth. unintentionally, he moaned against your mouth — although it wasn’t the first time he had moaned at your touch, it had felt like you were making out with him for the first time again. you smiled against his lips at the pure music that you had heard come from him.
he had let his body weight fall upon yours, leaning into your face like a hungry man in need to consume you for survival. your hands came up to entangle in his bedhead curls, pulling him closer into you. noses clashed, foreheads bumped, yet you had never felt so innocently needy for your boyfriend’s mouth on your own. it felt different this time around, maybe it was your exhaustion and his morning drowsiness, with the afternoon sun urgent to make its presence in the room that made this moment feel so unique. passion was thick in the evening air, though refreshing and serene. in such a harmonious ambience, you could only dream of simply falling asleep in the moment.
“i hate having to leave you. i don’t like thinking about it, either, love.” ville pulled away to catch stray breaths, gasping to you before quickly smushing himself to you once more. while your lips continued to be slick and bitten by ville and his saliva, you began to notice his heart pounding against his chest onto your breast. it was incredible how the mere thought of your absence had already made him miss you, but you weren’t complaining, if it meant he would try to eat you alive by making out.
“maybe we should reconsider rotting in here?” you airily giggled, pulling away to lick your lips and wipe them with the back of your hand. ville breathed staggeringly, resting his chin on your chest as he regained his composure. clearly, he relished the way you licked his saliva off of your mouth by the way he tried to hide away his smile and the way his heartbeat felt like it was bound to explode.
“i wouldn’t be against it,” ville replied, tugging the comforter over himself as he spoke, “let’s start now.” he added. you shook your head with a chuckle — he had woken up less than an hour ago, made out with you, and that had been all that had taken for him to be sleepy again?
“haven’t you slept all day?” you asked, in a matter of fact. he truly was if a cat had become human.
“yes, but you said you were exhausted. unless you would like to do something to really tire you out, darling?” he raised his eyebrows at you with a sly, joking expression that suggested it all, to which you could only laugh your embarrassment away with. you grabbed the sheet that he had pulled over the both of you, tugging it closer.
“on second thought, i think a nap sounds perfect.” you pretended to yawn, watching ville yawn in reaction to yours. he chuckled, rolling off of and next to you, pulling you close.
“oh, thank goodness. my pecker would snap off if we did anything this early.” he joked, before snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. it was two in the afternoon, but you only shook your head at your own dismissal of the thought. if you had said yes, you knew ville wouldn’t had hesitated to immediately bend you over, but the thought of him spooning you while you napped wad a much nicer idea at the moment.
i’ve been craving to write some fluff, in the midst of so much angst / smut, which i don’t mind. on the contrary, i am a sucker for it. it’s unfortunate how poor i am on writing smut that makes me feel that most of it just ends up blending together and seeming the same every time.
i’ve been curious: what era of vv do you all imagine while you read a fic, if it’s not stated? do you have any preference? feedback is preferred! — i’d love to know how i can flesh him out a bit more accurately in writing if there’s preferences ( o˘◡˘o)
thank you to everyone who voted in this poll !!! i massively appreciate it; moving forth, i’ll be writing with greatest lovesongs vol. 666 / razorblade romance eras in mind, unless another era is requested ><
i personally always think of love metal or venus doom eras when i’m reading… if it’s not described.
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