As promised, here's a Bill Skarsgård's smutty Christmas fanfiction as requested by @loushaw131460. It was a mission to write it between all the cooking and the visits, and the presents. But I'm very pleased with it.
Word count: @ 3.800
Strictly over 18's
Warnings : mentions of past abuse ( very slight mention), mention of spliff, sex (oral f/r. unprotected p in v), fluff, hot chocolate.
Lovely little taglist : @loushaw131460, @kikibit
THE SWEDISH CHRISTMAS OF MISS FLORENTINE GARDE
A Bill Skarsgård +OC fanfiction
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The train from Arlanda Airport arrived at Stockholm Central Station. It was mid afternoon on Christmas Eve when Florentine set foot on the streets of Stockholm for the first time since she had finished with her fiancé. Spending Christmas on her own in Sweden was a deliberate choice. For the past year she had been trying to piece together the shards of her life after she decided to leave Michael. Her dream of a life with him had been shattered by his love of alcohol and his tendency towards cruelty when he was intoxicated, which was more often than not.
Stockholm was a city they had visited together many times. She fell in love with it on the first visit. For Florentine it had an atmosphere that resonated with her. So after a year of feeling lost and broken she decided to reclaim Stockholm for herself. Make it her own, not a memory associated with Michael. She booked herself a nice hotel and a holiday to discover new spots in the city and visit some old favourites, like that games shop in Gamla Stan, or the streets of Södermalm at night.
She entered the hotel, new, modern, with a very Scandinavian style, which she loved. She walked to the reception and was greeted by a member of the staff. She showed her passport and her reservation papers. The girl looked up her name on the computer and after a while she frowned and asked her supervisor for assistance. After another couple of minutes, Florentine noticed that something was not ok.
“Excuse me, is there a problem with my booking?“
The reception supervisor looked at her with an apologetic expression.
“I'm very sorry Miss Garde. But there seems to have been an error with your booking. We can see that it was correctly made but somehow it wasn't entered properly in our system. We do not have any room available for you “
“But, what am I to do now? I have already paid for it, and it's Christmas Eve. It's a bit late to find a room somewhere else”
“I understand, and I do apologize for the misunderstanding. I can try to find a room in another hotel for you, if you want“
“That would be very nice of you. Please”
Florentine went to sit on a sofa while the supervisor tried to find her another place to stay. After about half an hour they came back to her.
“I'm really sorry Miss Garde. There's nothing available in the whole of Stockholm, you see… Christmas. I have refunded your money.”
Florentine tried to make them see her situation. She had nowhere to stay and it was getting late.. They couldn't offer any help so she left. She walked for a while and went into a nice café to try to put her ideas in order and to find a solution. Sitting at a table in a corner and with a cup of tea in front of her, Florentine was torn between giving up and trying to find a solution. She felt tears of impotence and frustration pricking her eyes and fought them. She wasn't going to start crying in a public place, not anymore.
Then, a large, elegant hand with long fingers, placed a mug of spiced hot chocolate in front of her. She looked at it for a couple of seconds and then raised her eyes to the person standing beside her.
“I'm sorry, I haven't ordered any hot ch-”
Her heart stopped, she blinked, and in her mind she only could think ‘wtf?’.
Standing beside her, it was Bill Skarsgård, THE Bill Skarsgård. And he was looking at her with angelic expression and a sweet, warm smile.
“I know” he said with his grave voice, which sent shivers down her spine “But I also know by experience that any problem looks less daunting after having a hot chocolate, and you seem very troubled”
Florentine felt the blush creeping up to her cheeks. She seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
“May I sit down?”
She nodded and managed a timid “of course”.
Bill sat down as a waiter brought another hot chocolate for him. Florentine had, meanwhile, recovered her voice.
“It's very kind of you Mr Skarsgård “
“Bill, my name is Bill”. He said softly, smiling at her again. “And you are…?”
“I'm Florentine, nice to meet you Bill” She even managed a smile. This situation was surreal.
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Bill was looking forward to a tranquil Christmas break in his beloved hometown of Stockholm. This past year had been hectic. So many projects: three movies, post-productions, pre-productions, promotion tours, modelling contracts, film festivals… A few days with his siblings and parents, catching up, having fun. It sounded heavenly to him.
He had arrived at Stockholm the night before, Gustaf had been fantastic, he had filled up his fridge and prepared Bill's apartment ahead of his arrival. They met for lunch and caught up with each other. Now in the early evening, Bill strolled around the streets of Södermalm, relishing the feeling of being back home. He went to his favourite café. They knew him there for at least fifteen years.
When he arrived, his usual table at the corner was occupied. Sitting there, on her own, there was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was sweet and delicate. With expressive eyes. But she seemed sad and preoccupied. Hell, her eyes were glassy and he could see she was fighting back the tears. She looked small and lost. Besides her there was a small trolleycase. He felt a tug in his heart, and approaching the counter he ordered two hot chocolates, he took one and instructed the waiter to bring the second if he saw him sitting down at the table.
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“Nice to meet you Florentine. What a beautiful name you have” Bill said, looking at her with his intense green eyes.
Florentine blushed crimson to the roots of her hair, and lowered her eyes. “Thank you”. she said in a low sound, just above a whisper.
“I'm going to be honest with you” Bill’s voice was kind, warm and welcoming. “I saw you looking sad and worried. Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?“
Her eyes shot to his, surprised at his selfless generosity.
“I'm not a creep, I promise, I'd really like to help you” He added, trying to make her feel at ease.
“ I don't think you're a creep at all. You always come across as so lovely, and sweet in your public appearances”
“Ah, so you know who I am”. He said, pulling a funny face.
She giggled and blushed again. “I don't live under a rock, you know?”
“I didn't think you would, and at least you're smiling. Care to share your worries with me?”
“Gosh, It doesn't get more wholesome than you”
She blinked under his stare. He was looking at her intently, really seeing her. It infused her with enough confidence to open up and she told her a bit about herself and the events that had brought her to her current predicament. Bill listened attentively. He could feel her vulnerability and insecurity, but also her courage and determination to end a toxic relationship, to try to rebuild herself. To be brave enough to travel alone, in search of her happiness. He was a very social person, and he admired in her that she tried to find the peace and joy within herself before looking for it in someone else.
“And then all your plan of a lovely holiday is falling through, and you end up stranded in a café having chocolate with a crazy stranger”
“Well, now we're not strangers, are we?” She said, quoting one of Pennywise's most popular phrases. “I know who you are and I have told you a bit about myself” Florentine was alternating between smiling timidly and blushing.
Bill laughed at seeing her quoting him, and he felt some kind of sweet ache in his heart. She was lovely, beautiful and funny. She was also painfully shy, or was it insecurity?. After hearing how her ex had treated her, he wasn't surprised that she felt insecure. But he found her fascinating. She had an aura of kindness and sincerity that made her more attractive than any physical qualities. And of those she wasn't short either. He found himself drawn to her, he wanted to know her better.
“Listen, I'm going to suggest something. You're free to say no, but my intentions are honourable, I promise.”
His gaze was fixed on her, gauging her reaction. He didn't want to spook her.
“Go ahead”. She invited him to continue.
“I live in the area, alone. I've got a nice and comfortable apartment. If it's ok with you, I would love it if you wanted to come and stay. I truly mean it”
Florentine couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at him gobsmacked.
“Are you offering me to stay at your home without even knowing me? I could be a psychopath for all you know! “
Bill laughed heartily, She thought he should be wary of her and not the other way round. She was a good foot shorter than him for crying out loud.
“If you end up being a psychopath, I'll eat my beanie hat” he said solemnly. “It's starting to snow. I will cook you dinner and we can listen to music and talk. What do you say?“
What could she say? This was one of those opportunities that shows only once in a lifetime. She wanted adventures, there it was, in the shape of the most beautiful man on Earth.
“Ok, I'll accept. But let me help you with dinner, I'm a very good cook”
“Deal, let's go. My apartment is only a couple of blocks away”
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They left the café. Bill carried her trolleycase and offered her his other arm. She was shivering. Perhaps for not being used to the Scandinavian weather. Or maybe it was something else.
Night had long fallen over Stockholm. They walked the beautifully lit streets. Florentine felt tiny by his side. She barely reached his shoulder. But this made her feel safe and comfortable. They soon arrived at an apartment building and a couple of minutes after they were inside his place.
Bill's home was tastefully decorated, in that practical and elegant Scandinavian style that she so much liked. It was a two bedroom apartment, spacious but without showing off. It spoke of his good taste in its simplicity. The colours, furniture and decorative fixtures gave a cosy atmosphere. She loved it immediately. Bill took her to a guest room with an en suite bathroom and left her to freshen up a bit. A few minutes later she found him in the kitchen. He was opening a bottle of wine. He served two glasses.
Both of them had changed into loungewear. They cooked dinner together, talking, joking and laughing. They felt so comfortable with each other. Bill was pleased to see that she wasn't feeling so insecure. He found himself actually caring for this tiny girl that he had met only a few hours ago, and mentally cursed her ex for making her feel bad about herself. He could clearly feel himself more and more attracted to her with every minute that passed.
He made grilled beef sirloin with peppercorn sauce, mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. She made chocolate and rum pudding with fig jam. They ate, finished the wine and moved to the lounge. She played him her favourite songs on Spotify and they talked about music, tastes and finding common favourites. He reached for a box on the coffee table. Before opening it he looked at her and asked for her permission.
“I smoke, but in this box there are some joints. I usually have one when relaxing at home but if it makes you uncomfortable then I won't do it “
“I don't mind at all, honestly. Besides, you really make smoking look sexy, so I'm looking forward to seeing you lighting one up”
Almost immediately she realized what she had just said and blushed again, lowering her head in embarrassment.
“Is that so? “ he asked cheekily. “Look at me”
She slowly looked up to meet his eyes just to find him looking at her with his trademark dark stare. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked like a doe caught in the headlights. If in that moment he had asked her for her soul, she would have given it to him without hesitation.
“Are you frightened, you don't need to be” He said with a husky voice that matched his stare.
Florentine felt her insides melting at the sound of that voice. She rushed to explain herself.
“No, no. I'm not frightened. It's that.. I feel a bit… self conscious. I don't think I'm anything special, while you… “
Without taking his eyes off her, Bill left the box on the table. His hand cupped her cheek while he slowly started closing the distance between them. At that moment her Cigarettes After Sex playlist started sounding.
He got up from the sofa, took her by the hand and pulled her up.
“Come, we're going to dance”
He slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her towards him. Her heart was beating furiously. She was sure it was echoing all over the room. He really could dance. He moved smoothly, gently. Her head was tilted up to look at him. It was heavenly on the playlist and in the room
“You think you're nothing special? Is that what your ex made you think of yourself?. Because I think you're spectacular and beautiful, and… I feel very attracted to you” His words tumbled off his mouth passionately. “You're trembling, please, tell me that it's for the same reason that I'm pouring my heart out to you “
Her small hands were resting on his chest, and she could feel his heart beating as fast as hers. All she could do was nodding as her breath became more quivering. Both his hands cupped the sides of her face as his mouth descended over her. His lips were so warm, so soft, so plush. He kissed her slowly at first, tentatively. But when she responded, he took his sweet time savouring her, letting the echo of her little moans inside his mouth make his body tremble with anticipation. He felt her body jolt, and tears run down her cheeks. He kissed them sweetly, drinking her tears, then he kissed her all over her face, gently, lovingly.
“Please, let me make you feel confident again, let me make love to you the way you deserve, my sweet lost girl”
What was she to do, but saying yes?. After being so neglected, now this absolute angel of a man wanted her, liked her. She didn't want to wake up from this dream so she gave herself completely into it.
“Yes, of course yes. And I also want to make you feel good and happy. No fears, no restrictions, just Carpe Diem”
Bill started undressing and so did she. They just kept their undies on, for the time being. Florentine raised her arms and wrapped them around Bill's neck. He hoisted her. One hand holding her bottom and the other around her waist. While their mouths devoured each other.
“Where do you want to start? “Bill asked between kisses. “Sofa, floor, counter, window?”
That made her giggle. “Ooooh, that's a world of options. Hmmm… window?”
“Naughty girl, I knew you had it in you. Window it is” He said carrying her to the big floor to ceiling windows. They overlooked the water. The lights in the room were dimmed to a faint glow, yet the frisson of having sex in front of a window was electrifying. There was an armchair next to the glass panes. Bill deposited her on it and ran his hands over her body, he took her panties off in one fluid move and kneeled between her legs.
“Relax and let me worship you” he murmured before starting leaving a trail of kisses from behind her earlobe, where his lips and his breath fanning over her sensitive skin made it be immediately covered in goosebumps, then going down her neck to her collarbone. He was just getting started and she was already shivering. The slightest touch was enough to make her jolt and arch her back. He found her sensitivity arousing.
Her hands touched him where they could, the strong arms, the shoulders, the luscious hair. Her tiny fingers were also worshipping him in their own way. She had been touch starved for a very long time, now she relished the feeling of his hands and lips on her and her fingers flying all over him.
Bill continued the trail of kisses to her breasts, he sucked and nibbled on one nipple while with the other hand he kneaded the other breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers. He kept alternating them, while the moans escaping from her throat spoke to him of sheer ecstasy.
Because Florentine had never known pleasure like that. Every fiber of her body was on fire. He had magic in his fingers and sin in his lips. And just to know that he was doing all those things just to make her feel like a woman should feel was erotic enough to blow her mind.
He was already going down her stomach, her abdomen and even further. Holding her hips and looking up to her with that evil stare full of darkness and mischief. When his lips reached below her navel, he pulled her hips forward and told her to put her legs over his shoulders. He covered her inner thighs in kisses while his hands roamed over her buttocks and up to behind her knees. She trembled like a leaf while her arousal dripped from her core.
Bill saw her glistening folds and flattened his tongue against her pussy, licking it all. When he got to her red quivering clit, he circled it with his lips and sucked while he also teased it with the tip of his tongue. A symphony of moans, sighs and whimpers poured uncontrollably from her mouth. She was a vision to behold, he thought. He just couldn't get enough of seeing her dissolve in raw pleasure.
He inserted his middle finger in her pussy and curved it till it touched her soft spot. He started pumping and rubbing her insides while his tongue traced maddening circles around her clit, flickering the tip over the plump reddened button. Just when she thought she couldn't handle more, he inserted his index finger too. Feeling her stretch and mold around his fingers, made his already large erection harden to the point of pain.
“Bill…. please, please “
Bill lifted his head to meet her eyes without stopping what his fingers were doing down there.
“Yes my sweet girl, what is it?”
“I want to feel you inside me”. She meowed softly
“Hmm, such an impatient girl. Are you hungry for me, sweet girl?”
“Yes I am”
Her cheeks were all flustered and her eyes had a silent plea in them. Bill withdrew his fingers and lowered her legs. Then he ripped his boxers, and brought her to him so she was straddling him while he was kneeling. He liked to see her being confident and carefree. So eager and lost in the moment.
His throbbing cock was between them, she felt it pulsating against her navel. He pressed her flush against his body while he kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself in his mouth and it was deliciously sinful. She moaned happily in his mouth. As he saw she was enjoying it, he put his fingers on her lips. They were slick with her arousal. She took them in her mouth and sucked them clean. She looked so provocative that he just wanted to eat her whole.
Bill lifted her by the hips and rubbed the tip of his cock, dripping with precum, against her folds before he aligned for her entrance. His member was of a more than decent size. Her eyes were like saucers when she laid eyes on it. He teased her affectionately because, typical of her, she blushed. Deep inside him he found her adorable.
She lowered herself on him slowly. Her facial expressions were worth watching. He was just smiling, but his eyebrows furrowed with the intensity of feeling her clenching around his cock.
“You're taking me so well my sweet girl” His voice was husky and his face had written all over it the pleasure he was feeling. He started moving inside her. Holding her nape with one of his large hands, while the other gripped her hip. Florentine was swallowed by a myriad of sensations. She never had experienced something so erotic. She was drunk in pleasure.
“Bill, y-you feel so good. Oh yes!, ooooh!“
“You look magnificent, all flustered and ecstatic, come here”
And he pulled her in for a long, sloppy kiss without losing the rhythm. He grunted and talked dirty to her. She loved it and couldn't hold the meowing. She rode him moving her hips while he pounded harder and harder. She could feel the coil in her insides tightening until it seemed about to snap. Bill noticed that she was about to come by the way her walls were gripping on his hard member like a vice. He was about to lose control.
“Hold on a bit more, my sweet girl, we're coming together”.................... NOW!! “
His cock erupted in ropes of hot cum, filling her up as she came undone, shaking and grabbing him for dear life. In his eyes she looked absolutely beautiful, all trembling and spent. He cradled her against his chest murmuring sweet things in her ear until both their orgasms had subsided. They stayed for a while like this, then they got up and had a shower together. Afterwards, Bill carried her to his bedroom.
“You can sleep in the guest room if you prefer but I would love it if you wanted to sleep here” he whispered, holding her chin with two fingers.
Florentine was fascinated. She felt so at ease, so comfortable with him. No awkwardness at all.
“I'd like to sleep with you. You make me feel happy “
“You also make me feel happy and peaceful. You're like a safe harbour after a storm. My family is going to love you tomorrow “
She gave him a puzzled look. “Your family? “
“Yes, we're all meeting tomorrow at my dad’s to celebrate Christmas. You will experience all the Swedish traditions”
“But I'm a stranger to them”
“You are with me, you're not a stranger. They are all lovely people” He softly kissed her forehead.
She giggled, giddy with happiness.
“You don't need to sell it to me. This is beyond my wildest dreams. You're an absolute angel”
He was looking at her again with THE darkened stare.
I just read this fic of bill skarsgard and reader in the evening and it so good especially the smut part. BTW don't judge me about the smut but who don't like to read a smut😜😋🤭 Am I right ?
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