#faust stuff

[ill-skillsgard]

Straight up... To the Faust girlies... I see you, and I'm trying. Working on something but it's not ready and usually when I say something is coming, my inspo dies. But Faust girlies.... If I spend hours writing this thing y'all better hype it up if and when it drops.

[pollenallergie]

Uncomfortable: Chapter One

The Wallflower

A/N: I recently got inspired to start writing again and since I looooove V!Faust, I figured I'd give writing about him another shot. I used a couple of black metal slang terms in this chapter, they will written in bold and their definitions can be found down at the bottom! Also, thank you so much @ill-skillsgard​ for all of your help with this!!! 

Pairing: V!Faust x Reader/OFC

Description: She wasn’t from his world, that much he knew immediately. He didn’t mean to notice her, but he did. He was too proud to admit it, but she captivated him, she intrigued him, she lured him to her without even trying, without even knowing it. She was too scared to admit it, but he captivated her too, she was drawn to him. They didn't belong together, anybody could see that, but they wanted each other. Their love was strange and, frankly, it made them uncomfortable. 

Warnings: use of adult language, 18+ only

Word Count: 723

   She wasn't from his world, she didn't belong here, that much he knew immediately. Faust didn't mean to notice her, but he did. He certainly wasn't glad that he noticed her because not long after he did, so did his friends. 

   "Look at that fucking poser," the new guy in the group teased as he pointed her out to the group. God, he hated that son of a bitch even more now. 

   "Think she's lost?" another guy chimed in, asking jokingly. The guy was Neck, a close friend of Faust's, but now he couldn't help but be annoyed by him. Of course he was joining in on the pathetic poser's little joke. Everyone in their circle thought that piece of shit new guy was kvlt, well, everyone except for Faust. Faust saw through his little charade, saw him for the poser that he really was.

   "Forget her, gentleman," the more eccentric member of the circle, Draugr, said as he joined the group, "we have business to attend to. We go on in five," he concluded as he ushered the members of his band backstage, leaving Faust and a few others behind with the rest of the metalheads there for the show. 

   The idiotic little poser had gone with them, he was their new lead vocalist, which meant she was temporarily safe from his ridicule. As for Neck, he had the attention span of a puppy. Within seconds of the band's departure, his attention was drawn away from her and towards a more pressing matter, debating how grymm tonight was going to be with a fellow headbanger. 

   Faust couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. It was safe to say that he was getting bored of this life, bored of his circle of friends, bored of the scene in general. He still liked the music, he loved the music, but the scene itself lacked the same flare it once had. It was fun when it was new, but now it had gone stale. The posers had infiltrated, the integrity had long been lost, and the desire to be original, to do something new and innovative had dwindled within the community. It wasn't about the music anymore, it was about the money and the fame, the exact opposite of what the truly evil men who founded Black Metal wanted. This bored Faust, he was bored, or at least that was the excuse he gave himself to explain why his attention kept drifting to her, the mousy girl in the corner. 

   It was obvious to Faust that she at least tried to blend in, what with her shiny new leather jacket that she probably bought the night beforehand, little black dress that was just an inch too long to resemble those the "pumas" usually wore, combat boots with an evident lack of wear to them, and intentionally smudged, dark makeup. Her failed attempt at fitting in was pathetically adorable, she was adorable, all the more reason why she didn't belong there. In a dark, crowded venue filled to the brim with loud, violent, angsty, immature metalheads all looking for any excuse to wreak some havoc, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Despite cowering back in the corner like a wallflower, she still drew so much attention to herself just by being there. 

   It was clear she didn't belong there and yet she so willingly stayed, that intrigued Faust. He kept his eyes on her for the rest of the night, deciding to hang back in a corner on the opposite side of the venue rather than to spend his time in the mosh pit with the rest of the headbangers in order to get a better look at her so maybe, just maybe, he could figure out what she was doing there in the first place. However, despite his persistence, Faust never did figure out why she was at the venue that night.

   One second he was observing her from afar, then Neck beckoned him, yelling out for him to join in the moshing for the final song. Faust shook his head, letting the shorter metalhead know that he would, in fact, not be joining him before reverting his attention back to her. However, when he turned his gaze back to her, he'd found that she was no longer there, gone without a trace as if she'd just disappeared.

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kvlt: adj. usually meant as a way of poking fun at the people who take Black Metal too seriously. Since Faust would obviously be one of those people that took it too seriously, I figured he would use it in less of a joking kind of way and in more of way to describe people like him.

grymm: adj. used to describe something cool, awesome, ‘metal’, wicked, etc. (the world ‘evil’ is also often used this way in metal/black metal slang).

pumas: I’m not sure if this actually a slang term that they use, but I do know that when the group of girls first walked up to the part in Lords Of Chaos, Hellhammer (played by Anthony De La Torre) says “fuckin’ pumas” while pointing at them. So I assume that “puma” is used to refer to a hot, metal chick like the girls that were at the party, the girls that would show up to their shows, their female fans, the girls they would sleep with, etc. It’s sort of like their groupies, but not really because according to Euronymous, “they don’t have any fucking groupies.”

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[ill-skillsgard]

Ugh my city has to do a week lovkdown again (Melbourne Australia) and I just moved in to my knew apartment alone! Could I get a little smutty one shot about Faust being with you during the lovkdown please?

Bummer about the lockdown, hun. I live in Canada where the lockdowns are made up and the weeks don't matter! Lol, but I'm always down for smut with Faust. I hope you enjoy!

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"No. This can't be happening. Not again! After how far we've come? I can't stay in this place for an entire week! I have no furniture. What am I supposed to do?"

Faust looked up at you through a curtain of black hair, his attention not fully instated due to the early hour. He sat on the edge of your boxspring-less mattress on the floor in his plaid boxer shorts, elbows resting on his spread thighs. The morning light irritated his eyes, and he laid across your bed, ignoring your distress, though it didn't stop you from complaining.

"Aren't you pissed?" You asked.

"No."

"What? Seriously?"

Faust lifted his head and watched you pace the room, lamenting your loss of freedom. You ping-ponged back and forth, blathering on until he caught your hand in a lazy grip.

"Hey, can you be quiet now? What's a week for you? Come back to bed."

You caught the glint in his eye and let yourself be pulled onto his lap. He rolled back and flipped you over, his groin the main point of suppression.

"You don't wanna fuck me for a week? Order food every day and not have to do anything but be naked and on top of me?"

"Or under you?" You asked, flashing a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, exactly."

"I suppose this is fine."

"By the end of this lockdown, you won't be able to fuckin' walk. You're gonna wanna stay home after what I do to your pussy."

You opened your mouth to answer him and caught his lips instead. A tongue licked out any lingering retort while a large hand pressed the sides of your throat in a secure vice. He stroked the column of your throat, growling. Hips rocked into your pelvis and forced your legs apart, bunching your sleep shirt around your waist to reveal your panties.

A thin layer of material prevented you from the full sensation of his cock sliding up and down your folds. It was an exhilarating tease. Even half-hard, he could spread you apart. Your moans reverberated over his shoulder and pooled in his collarbone. Your breath on his chest and neck made him feel awake. Closeness was not a common theme in Faust's life, which made you a rare treat he would not take for granted. Of course, Faust would never say what was on his mind before sex.

He sat back and hooked his boxers down, the elastic flinging his shaft into a bounce until he gripped the base. The head pressed against your panties, straining so palpably yet numbed by the cotton barricade. His teasing carried on. Faust stroked your clit and teased your lips, all without removing your underwear. He pulled them tight against you, admiring the shape of your lines, how the material stuck to your wetness.

"I'm gonna fuck you 'til you hate me. Until you're begging me to stop because your cunt just can't take any more of this cock. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, Faust."

"So, you want me to make it hurt? You're such a fuckin' slut for me; you don't care if I ruin your pussy?"

"I want you to ruin it, baby."

Faust rolled his shoulders, limbering up for the pounding he was about to give you. He stretched your underwear over and fluttered his lashes at what he saw.

"Fuck, I dunno. Doesn't sound like you want it bad enough. I mean, I can see how wet you are, but I'm still not sure."

"I really want it," you pouted. "Please? I need you inside me."

Not long after you begged, Faust eased into you, groaning all the way down until there was nothing left to do but pull out again. He gazed at his shaft coated with your liquid arousal and let it glide between your slit a few times before guiding it back in. It was a long, teasing process, but once he spread your wetness all over, he picked up speed and power. If there was a headboard, it would have smashed the drywall. He pumped into you hard and fast, grinding his teeth and squeezing any part of you within reach.

"Oh, yeah. Mm, oh fuck. Fuck, that's good. Oh, look at you. Taking this big fucking dick so well. How's that feel, honey? You like this cock in your little pussy?"

You whimpered in agreement as he clenched his eyes shut and cursed through his teeth, head floating in the clouds while his body hammered you into the mattress. He even pinched your folds around him and rubbed your clit while he went. Faust always made sure it felt good for you even while you gasped and mewled like an animal in pain.

He made good on his word and fucked you until it hurt, then pulled out to dip between your legs with an eager tongue. The wetness of his mouth soothed your skin, and soon, pure bliss took over. You forgot about the ache while he suckled and smacked his lips in the most intimate kiss he had ever given.

"How many times do you think I can make you come with my mouth?"

[ill-skillsgard]

Waiting For The Dark

I'm not quite sure what this is. A very short story, maybe a kind of poem? Who knows. Inspiration once again from @grandpa-sweaters 666 followers ooky-spooky celebration.

Warning: Spooky content, sexing one ghost boyfriend!Faust, brief mention of violence & blood

Every night he comes to me bloodier than the last. But he comes to me, and that's all that matters. I don't care if I have to wash his brow, pick the scabs from under his blue fingernails and clog the drain with soil and black hair.

He takes the hard way over the fence and through the field, his scent carrying past wet muzzles that slobber and yap at the midnight vapour. They sense his presence, but they are blind to him. Only I see pounds of ragged denim drop into the yard, climbing the trellis to my room.

His knuckles besmirch the white window sill. It gets colder when he rises to his feet. The smell of wet earth chases away my best perfume and he hates that, but it means he's home and I go into his arms.

He is six feet of darkness, a blanket of earth that cuts me off from the world. Layers of leather and black drape over my shoulders. I wear him like a coat, ride him like a painted carousel horse. Hips crack beneath mine. The first time, I cried until he licked the salt from my cheeks and told me this was the way he liked it. Me, kneeling on broken bones.

Every morning he leaves me in the dust. But he comes in me, and that's all that matters. I don't care if I go about my day with his shadow under my eyes, picking at the teeth marks on my neck. I can construct a façade and play my daytime role until the sun goes down and I hear him whisper again.

I take the hard way home, under the warped chain link fence and around the corner where my friend was stabbed. They, with the slavering dogs, watch me while I walk straight past. The only thing on my mind is getting home and waiting for the dark.

[ill-skillsgard]

Would you ever write about Faust making Faith squirt for the first time cause that would be the hottest thing ever.

Warning: 18+ SMUT. Anal play, sex toys, size kink, possessive sex, strong anti-Christian themes, squirting, angst, feelings.

Note: I really hope you guys enjoy this one! Please let me know your thoughts and reblog/like if you can! I’d appreciate it. 

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

"You didn't wear the outfit," Faust murmured against Faith's lips. 

"Sorry. I forgot. You got here so quick."

He took hold of the metal loop dangling at her neck and smirked. "But you wore this for me."

"I thought you'd like it," Faith giggled. 

"You think you're some kind of naughty girl? Do you think this collar makes you bad?"

Faith shrugged. 

"Do you know what happens to girls who wear things like this?" 

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest. "Why don't you show me?" 

"You couldn't handle it," he chuckled. 

Faith wasn't in the mood to convince Faust to do what he wanted with her. He'd gotten it lodged in his head that she was too delicate, but she wanted him to overpower her and make her hurt in that viciously pleasurable way she dreamt of. 

"Come on, Faust, you were the one who said you wanted to wreck this pussy. You won't take advantage of our last couple of nights together by making me never forget them?"

"You say that like I'm never coming back."

Faust nipped her bottom lip, palms sliding down her ribs to the back of her skirt. He pulled it up and squeezed her ass in both hands, watching her face change shapes any time he compressed her skin.

"You're going away for weeks. Who knows what will happen? Maybe you'll find a new girl and forget all about me."

Faust loosened his and shook his hair out of his face. "Don't say that."

"Im just kidding," she chuckled, leaning in for a kiss and meeting the crest of his cheekbone instead. 

"What?" Faith asked. 

"I'm serious. Why do you think that way?"

She pulled away to focus on the solemnity of his face. "I don't know, it's just something girls say."

"I don't think so."

"Relax, baby. It's okay. Let's just do it right here in the car. Please? I'm going to miss you so much when you go away. I need all I can get."

"I don't care," Faust said, framing his long fingers into a C-shaped hold on her neck. He didn't squeeze, but held her in place and drilled into her eyes with his. "Are you saying you might find another guy while I'm gone?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Then why do you think I'd cheat on you?"

"I don't think that," she whispered.

Faust released her throat and tightened his arms around her, pinning her in his firm embrace as she straddled his lap. "I'm not looking for groupies and shit. I just want to play. That's all I care about. That, and you."

"I know, Faust. Why do you always have to take everything I say so seriously? You know I'd never think about that. I'm a good girl, remember?"

Faust's throat rolled out a soft growl. "Good girls don't wear slutty little collars. Or sneak out of their dorms to fuck their boyfriends in the backseat of a car."

"Don't you want to corrupt me? Christian girl, taken by some heathen devil-worshiper... Destroying her purity."

He curled his hips up, the thick seam of his jeans rubbing against her flimsy panties, brushing over her sheathed clit. The pressure grew with the next carve. Faust filled with blood and clamped her frame against him as his hand snuck around to the back of her skirt again. 

"Faust, please. I want it. I'll let you do anything to me."

"I know. You've waited long enough. Now I know what you can and can't handle. But not here."

Faith whimpered when he stopped feeding her strokes of his groin. She'd been wriggling against him, trying to fret hard enough that his buried erection pressed against her folds. Though his tilting stopped, the hands at her behind explored the soft mounds of flesh and the sensitive spots that lied between them.

"You're gonna give me everything. That mouth and those pretty lips. Your cunt. Mm-hmm, and this one right here too. Yeah, I'm gonna fill that asshole with all kinds of things. My fingers... my tongue? Maybe a special surprise I have waiting at home?"

Faith never felt such a violent shiver ripple across her skin. It was like the window cracked open on its own and let in the bitter night air, sweet with the seasonal decay. He pressed his index finger against the promised hole, rotating and varying pressure over the cotton.

"All right, I'm serious now. Let's get going. Climb into your seat and buckle up."

On the ride back to Faust's apartment, his arm stretched over to toy with her clit, still never breaching the protection of her underwear. He only ghosted his fingertips over them, refusing to nudge them aside to give her the full strokes she craved. Even when Faith tried to pull them down, he stopped her hand, clicking his tongue and berating her for being too eager.

"Control yourself. Just enjoy what I give you."

"Please, I want more."

"You'll get more when I decide you deserve more. Tonight, you're mine. My pussy. My tits and ass and mouth. Whatever I say goes. Understand?"

"Yes, Faust."

"Good... Now I want you to lean back and finger your pussy. Then I want you to smear that pussy juice on the windshield. Draw my roommate a little picture."

Faith scoffed, cowering against the backrest, clutching her seatbelt. "What? Are you serious?"

He swung his eyes away from the road for as long as it took for the windshield wipers to clip twice. 

"Do it." 

She obeyed, and parted her legs to insert her middle finger as far as the second knuckle, curling to find the spot inside Faust helped her discover. Faust looked back at the road as she worked herself up, nodding and smirking when she brought her glistening fingertip to the glass to create the shape of a heart. 

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Leave 'em a little message."

Faust held the hand she'd used to finger herself the entire elevator ride up. He led Faith straight into his room after dropping the keys at the door. This behaviour was normal, as Faust never had much to say to his roommate besides agreeing on times to use the car. Faith skipped along with his formidable steps to the bedroom.

Faust's bed welcomed her instantly. Giddy and nearly delirious from the excitement of not sleeping in her own bunk at school, Faith sat down and smoothed out her skirt while he went to the closet to rummage around. 

Even the gory posters and beer bottles gave her a sense of comfort. She'd miss his room, and the nights they spent entangled in each other, his massive limbs always draped over hers while they cuddled or talked or slept or fucked. It keyed into her head then that she wouldn't see his plaid bedsheets or nap under the comforter that smelled like his shampoo and deodorant for a long, long time. She tried not to think about that, but the realization overcame her by the time Faust retrieved the item for which he searched. 

He knelt on the carpet, noticing a single tear on her cheek and wiping it away. 

"Don't do this, babe. Don't cry."

Faith brushed the next droplet away herself and breathed in deeply. 

"I'm so sorry. I'll try not to. It's just hard because... I'll miss you."

"I know. It'll be tough, but when I get home, maybe I'll be able to get out of here... Get a car. Move closer to your school. I won't have to keep borrowing fuckface's shit-wagon to come see you. Things will be better after I get back."

"I just can't imagine sleeping without you for that long."

"It's part of the gig, Faith. It always will be. I'll have to do this at least once a year. Probably more if things go well."

She looked down at her toes and nodded, avoiding the large green eyes imploring her to accept reality. Faust stood up and raked his hand through her hair, pressing her face against his thigh. 

"Don't get soft on me now. We have a big night, remember? Unless you don't feel like fucking no more?" 

Faith would never pass up the opportunity to please him. It always meant if she did a good job, he'd pleasure her right back, tenfold. But tonight made a heavier promise Faith craved since the moment she passed him by in the diner; for Faust to show her the dark side of life, where her elders and superiors had always promised demons lurked, waiting to undo her and lead her away from the righteous path. 

He handled her jaw firmly, raising her to her knees on the bed. He bent at the hips and captured her lips along with the silver ring hanging from her neck. A length of chain slid through his grip as he stood up, and he wound it up in his fist, raising her another inch. The leather pressed into her skin and she surrendered instantly. 

"That's what I thought."

"What're you gonna do to me?" 

"Don't speak. You'll answer me and that's it. Now get off the bed. On your knees." 

They switched spots, Faust sitting on the edge of the bed and Faith kneeling between his legs. He pulled the leash short and worked open the button and zipper of his pants, nodding for Faith to pull them down. 

"You wanna be a bad girl?" 

Faith nodded, a warm, fluttering sensation filling her chest. 

"Yeah. You want to do all the sinful things they taught you not to do in school. Like giving your precious little pussy away. There's no way a slut like you can wait until marriage and you don't care how it looks in your God's eyes. The only one you want is to serve me, even if it means going back on the vows you made to stay pure and chaste," Faust chuckled." Well, it's way too late now. I've already soiled you and taken your virginity. But don't you think it's inherently perverse how those supposed men of God put so much importance on what's between your gorgeous legs? Almost like that's all they think about. And who can really blame them? You can do bad in school, cheat on your work, hurt others, lie, steal, disobey your parents and still earn forgiveness, but the moment you let a man's cock inside you, you’ve got no worth. Funny, isn't it? The ultimate sin is what you crave the most. All those white men policing your pussy. Your pastor... Your father... Your God."

A sliver of her past self shuddered to hear the unabated truth pouring from Faust's lips. There was always a shameful breath lingering inside her whenever they had sex, but she always suppressed it by looking into his eyes to find the love living deep in those green pools. Tonight, Faust didn't let an ounce of affection shine through, determined to bring her shame to the forefront of her mind to exploit it. 

"What? Am I wrong? That's what they taught you, isn't it? That your urges make you sinful. That your natural human instincts put you off the path to heaven. Even though, mm, when I stuff all your little holes, you swear you're already there. Why does it feel so good to fuck me when it's so wrong?"

The residual polyps of her religious upbringing quivered and stung, echoing past lessons drilled into her from birth. Faith was always aware of existence on the other side of the fence where the criminals and harlots and sinners lived, and as a child, thought herself too good to wander into those dim pastures. As she matured, new world realities filtered through the pinpricks her parents overlooked—other children whispering of PG-13 movies, sex-charged billboards and unsupervised access to the internet—leaving behind the silt of the depraved for her to examine with hungry eyes. Nothing excited her more than the thought of finding a used porn magazine at the park, or staying up later than the rest of her girlfriends to catch flashes of soft-core skin on cable television. Now she was neck-deep in the sin they'd worked so hard to keep her from, ready to dive in with but a nostalgic glance back at her old, virtuous life.

It still bothered her whenever Faust referred to God, as they fashioned Him before her as divinity, unchallengeable. The unabashed way Faust spit upon His image made her cringe, yet his gall carved out a spot in her head above her pastor, above her father. Faust was the only man to defy her doctrine, and that made him more courageous than anyone she'd ever known. Even her daddy cowered in fear of God's wrath. Faust... he pissed on the cross and the bible, made a mockery of the gospel and showed her how delicious the grapes of temptation tasted on her contaminated tongue.

Faust pushed the elastic band of his boxers down so it bunched under his balls, helping his shaft stand upright. If left without support, he'd loll to the side, the girth too much for his blood to circumvent.

"Open your pretty mouth and suck this fat fucking cock, right now."

Faith displayed her tongue, waiting for him to trace a line from tip to tonsils. The warm pre-cum coated her tastebuds, and she wrapped her lips around the head, swallowing the fluid and moaning.

"Oh, Christ, baby, that looks so good. How does it taste?"

Faith hummed in agreement, unable to form a word with the mass wedging her jaws apart. He bucked his hips up once, hitting the back of her throat, then settled on the bed and let her go to work while he used the chain leash to angle her head. Bubbles formed around the ridge, dripping down in all directions to lubricate the way. Soon, Faust shivered from the warm froth gliding downward and pulled her off by the chain, anchoring his shaft against his belly.

"Suck that spit off my balls," he barked.

Faith did as she was told, keeping her eyes on his slackened face as she trailed her tongue up and down, collecting the saliva and swallowing.

"Good. That's good. Now, get up on the bed. On your hands and knees," he yanked the chain.

Propelled by the force around her neck, Faith crawled onto the bed and awaited his next move. She didn't notice the shiny object in his hand until he placed it on the bed next to her. A shiny metal plug with a jewelled end awaited, puckering the bedspread under its weight.

Before Faith mustered the courage to ask, Faust pulled her panties down to her knees and lapped her entrance with the same sloppy ardency she'd shown him but a minute before. He nipped her folds and continued upward, two hands now spreading her cheeks apart to reveal the next destination of his travelling tongue.

"Did you get all nice and clean for me?" He snickered.

"Mm-hmm," Faith said with a nod.

"Yeah, 'cause you knew I was gonna play with that ass."

Faust teased her with circles of varying pressure, switching his middle finger out for his tongue the first time he dipped inside. She wiggled and let curious noises escape her before clamping her hand over her mouth.

"How does that feel?"

"It feels... good," Faith replied.

"Yeah? You like it? Like it when I sodomize you?"

She whimpered. Faust took her mewling as a sign to continue. Slowly, he inserted his fingertip, reading her body and how it contorted from the new intrusion. When he was certain she wouldn't refuse, he worked the digit in and out, anointing the site with a fresh wad of spit.

"What do you think about the toy I bought for you?"

Faith craned her head to regard the little silver toy. "I like it."

"Really? You're not just saying that are you? It's not just something girls say, is it?"

"No, I want it. I'll do it if you like that."

"Anyone ever tell you how sweet you are? You’re always thinking of others. Perfect little cock-slave. It's really too bad your holes are so tiny. I'd really love to fuck your ass, but we wouldn't want anyone getting injured tonight," Faust said.

Faith simpered and wiggled her hips. There was a brief loss of contact as Faust went for a bottle of lube he always had stashed under the bed for nights Faith needed it. He coated the toy and rubbed the rest around and inside her tightness. With his fingertip eclipsing her hole, he dipped in one last time before replacing the digit with the tapered end of the plug.

Faith couldn't tell what it looked like when her body accepted the weighty piece of decoration, but when Faust had it in place, he breathed heavily.

"Fuck, Faith... That's adorable. How's that feel?"

She tilted her hips from side to side, grimacing from the flare pressing into her cheeks. "It's... Different."

"Spread your legs a bit more. Yeah, that's good. Open up and show me that pussy and your cute plug."

Faust overestimated his reserve of patience. Once affixed with the pink jewel, he lost sight of everything else except filling her other holes too. But he had to control himself if he wanted to achieve what he set out to achieve, and that required endurance. He had to tease her with a little more tongue-fucking before slipping his cock in from behind. She gasped and clenched hard, flinching away. The added fullness only intensified the stretch from his width and the imposing length. Faust seethed a moment before teasing her pussy with the tip.

"All right, work it however you like, babe. Get comfortable. It's a lot."

Left to her own efforts, she sat back on him and let the stretch course through her. Faust watched most of his length disappear, mouth dropped in awe. She continued jamming him back inside after every withdrawal, hoping to impress with her resilience. 

"You're doing good, baby. Keep going. Fuck, that feels amazing."

When Faust grew bored with the position, he flipped her on her back so he could watch her wince in mixed pain and pleasure. Her struggle urged him on, her panting, encouragement. Over the months, Faith got used to the breadth of him inside and didn't tremble as much or wilt from trying to keep up. It was time to move onto the next part of his plan, which was to introduce yet another form of stimulation. 

Faust had her sit on him, his chest to her back, fully enveloped in her wetness with the plug angling just right. Once she perched in his lap comfortably, he reached around to rub her clit with one hand while the other anchored her collared neck back so her head rested on his shoulder. 

"You're gonna come all over me, understand? I won't stop until I feel your pussy spasming around my dick." 

Faith squealed from the frantic fingers dancing over her clit, the shaft pumping her in a violent clashing of rhythms. Even his brutal whispers in her ear fell into time, playing her like an instrument with expertise. By her arching back and sharp breaths, Faust knew he was close to his goal. He just had to restrain himself from succumbing to the tightening pressure around him, the feast that was her body contorting on top of his. 

"Are you gonna come? Gonna fucking squirt for me?" 

Faith nuzzled into his neck and whimpered, "I... Can't. I don't know how." 

"Yes, you do. Feel that spot right there? Remember? Remember what I told you."

"Faust," she gasped. 

"You're right there. I can feel it. Right there, Faith."

He coiled his thick arm around her chest, pressing her as he shot his groin up and up. Each thrust landed harder while his fingers coddled her most sensitive spot. 

Amid the barrage of sensations, a peculiar warmth bourgeoned in her groin. For a second she thought her bladder was about to release, but it was too gradual... Too intentional to be a regular function. The undulating pulse sent red hot waves of pleasure through her body, shooting to her fingertips and crackling in her ears like a sudden ascent up a steep mountain. She closed her eyes and let out one continuous groan that spiralled upward, squealing from between her teeth as the volcanic frequencies shut down all other modes of operation. 

Faith didn't notice the first spurt. Only when Faust laughed did she unscrew her eyes to see between her legs. Faust lifted her quickly, sidling them both to the edge of the bed where the mirror reflected the clear fluid dripping down his cock and spreading between their thighs. He'd fucked her hard enough to collect fizz along the underside of his length. She gasped when a contraction forced another small emission from a place inside her she never knew existed. 

"Oh, my goodness... Am I?" 

"Squirting? Damn fucking right, babe. I knew I could get ya to gush all over my dick."

The fervent racks of orgasm subsided after a while, and she giggled. Faust laid back on the bed, feet planted on the floor as he slipped out of her and let her roll to the side. Faith huddled up under his arm and placed her little hand on his heaving chest, his heartbeat kicking up the limb. 

"You didn't come," Faith said.

Faust grabbed her hand and tightened his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah. That's 'cause I'm not done with you."

~*~

On the day of Faust's departure, he drove Faith to her campus and got out of the car to give her a hug. She produced a rickety smile as she buried her face in his hair and the first sniffle racked her throat. She imagined they looked novel to most; Faust spreading his feet and crouching to use his entire body, clam-shelling her in leather-bound arms and ripped black jeans, and Faith in a school kilt and his largest and softest hoodie. 

Faust kissed her once softly, then again slowly. She savoured his breath and sent her tongue after his. They parted, joined once more and parted again for their first attempt at goodbye.

Faith shivered from the effort of holding back her tears. She knew crying would only make it harder to part ways. If she could hold on, then she could cry in her plain, two-sided cubicle in a building of people that weren't Faust. She already felt sorry for her roommate who would suffer her grovelling.

To her surprise, she reared in the heat behind her eyes, remembering the times in the Summer when Faust would talk about touring. The glint in his eye and the smile he let slip only in her presence was Faust at his purest. How could she let her emotions taint his goals? Faith smiled, driven by her unexpected surge of self-control. 

It was Faust who bit his lip and blinked rapidly, trying to smother a tear before it oozed out. Faith gasped at the glimmer he smeared with the leather cuff of his jacket. Then, she broke.

Faust wrapped her up in his arms again and squeezed her tight, Faith jostling with sobs.

"I love you. I love you so much," she cried into his chest.

"Yeah, babe. I love you too. I fucking wish you could just come with me. I don't trust this town either. You better not ever walk alone at night anywhere. Even if it's from your dorm to the parking lot. You always walk with someone."

"I will."

"I'm serious, Faith. And don't fucking hang out with Anika and that crowd."

"Why not? I mean, I won't, but... Why?"

Faust pressed his lips together, squeezing his fist. She cocked her head, and he released his frustration in one deep breath. "All those guys will rip you apart. Because of your... Upbringing. Christians just... Fuck. I can't put this nicely."

"Do you really think I still care about my religion? It was something I just did as a kid. I don't really... I don't know. I know what you guys sing about and I don't care."

"It doesn't matter. To some of them, Christians are the enemy and they'll do terrible shit you'd never think of. Please, just fucking promise me you'll make some other friends. Some smart girls. Have like a girl's club thing in your dorm."

"Girl's club?" Faith taunted.

"You know what I mean."

"No smart boy friends?"

Faust went deadpan, then stooped to grab her ass and pull her closer. "Don't make a murderer out of me. If I hear of any guy—"

"Or girl!"

"Or girl... If anyone tries anything with you..."

"You'll go to prison for me. I know. I'll do everything to make sure you don't end up in prison."

"And you better not worry about me and what I'm up to. My life will be nothing but sleeping on the way to shows, sound check, pre-set, set, post-set shower, then beer in the bus."

"I trust you. But will you say goodnight, every night?"

"I'll try."

She hopped up to kiss him again. "Thanks, beetle."

"One more thing before I go," Faust said, stepping toward the car. He circled to the driver's side and ducked in to grab something he'd tucked under the seat while Faith wasn't around. She already had her mouth covered by the time he returned to the sidewalk. "That collar you supposedly had lying around... You gotta get rid of it."

Faith touched her throat as though the leather strap was still there. "How come?"

"Because I got you a better one," he said, handing her the parcel. The box had a weight Faith didn't expect.

She unravelled the black plastic, a lacquered wooden box beneath the makeshift wrapping paper. The collar inside was thin, with a metal buckle and a thick D-ring hosting a thicker chrome loop.

"Faust!"

"My friend made it. It's not some Hot Topic shit. This collar means you belong with me."

"Is this like your version of a promise ring?"

Faust scoffed. "It's not a ring. It's a collar. Hand-forged metal. Leather cut with skill. Not some tiny, overpriced rock. But if you want me to make you a promise, I will."

"Promise me what?"

"That I belong to you, too."

Faith melted, rolling her eyes and leaning into him. "Ugh, oh my gosh, if you keep being so cute I'm not gonna let you leave! First you cried and now you're giving me something you asked your friend to make for me? That's sooo cute!"

"Shut up. Come on, this is serious."

"I know! Which is why it's so cute, because you're a big, tough, serious man, aren't you?"

Faust's indifference broke, and he chuckled with her as she poked him and hung off his arm. He helped her put on the collar, then slipped the box into her backpack.

They settled back into a melancholic silence, neither one of them wanting to start the next round of goodbyes. Faust eventually stepped into the tight hug, proceeded more kissing and a few deep breaths to wane the sorrow.

"I hope you have fun, Faust. You don't have to worry about me. I promise I'll be safe."

"Say goodnight, every night."

"I will."

"All right... Well, I should go."

"Please do, so I can go to my room and cry some more."

Faust pressed his thumb into the corner of his eye. "Fuck, I know."

"I love you, beetle."

"Love you too, babe. I'll talk to you soon as I'm on the road."

Faust let her go and drove away. An immovable lump formed in his throat as he drowned out his inner-mourning with a cacophony of feral guitars, erratic drumbeats and screeching.

[ill-skillsgard]

i’ve been thinking about faust going on tour a lot. what would faith do with him being away for so long? would they text a lot or just not talk to each other for days because he’s too busy?! agh i just need to know!!!!

Warning: 18+ smut, phone sex, Faust getting a lil soft.

Note: I have SO many prompts for FxF still. I just wanted to write a little something to get me back into the groove. I miss the days when I could write an imagine, keep it short, and not feel like I have to include every little detail and make it 3K+ words. So I’m gonna take the pressure off myself and not go totally bananas with each imagine. I think it will help my overall productivity if I go back to how I used to write these types of things. Let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

Faust wrote out text messages and backspaced them enough to give up and call his girlfriend instead. What should have been a simple piece of information was causing too much of a dilemma because he knew Faith would get emotional upon receipt. He didn't want to deliver the news via text, but he also didn't want to hear her disappointed voice quivering over the phone.

It was too late to drive to the school, but far too late to put off the announcement any longer. So, Faust called her while he laid in bed wearing nothing but boxers, long black hair wet from a recent shower.

He counted four rings before she picked up and, in a groggy voice, said, "Faust? How come you're calling me so late? Is something wrong?"

Even her croaking, sleep-riddled words made the corner of his mouth lift. He sighed, wishing she was next to him instead of across town, sleeping on a single thin mattress. He spread out his limbs, noting all the extra room, her favourite comforter bunched in a heap at the foot of the bed.

"Nothing's wrong, babe," Faust said.

"What's up, beetle?"

"I have to tell you something before I go to sleep."

"Yes?"

Faust switched his phone over to his other ear and rolled onto his side, facing the wall where Faith usually lied when she slept over. "I'm going on tour in a couple of days."

There was a silence and Faust thought Faith might have fallen back asleep. 

"Babe?" He prompted.

"I'm here," Faith yawned. "So, you're leaving me for a couple of weeks?"

Faust grimaced. A chill crept over his shoulders as he prepared to deliver the second half of the news.

"We got picked up by Earsplice for three records. That means our first tour with them will be a long one. It's a big deal, but... I'll be gone for a while."

"How long is a while?" Faith asked in a small, helpless voice.

"At least two months."

"Two months?" She repeated.

Faust squeezed his eyes shut. The feebleness carrying her words scratched at his chest with brittle nails. It was precisely what he didn't want to hear. He'd never had to inform a girl of his departure before. Faust never cared to give anyone a heads-up when he went off on tour or up North to record for a month. There was never anyone who held enough importance to warrant notice. Now, he felt like he was doing something wrong.

"That means... You'll be gone over Christmas. And New Years. And—" Her voice petered off into a shudder. "I won't get to see you when I go on holiday."

"I know, babe. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Faith said weakly. "This is your livelihood. It's just... What am I supposed to do without you?"

"You'll have school and work. You got friends, too."

"But..."

"I need you to be happy for me, Faith. 'Cause if you're not, I'll spend the entire tour worrying about you when I should do my thing."

Faith let out a small gasp. "I am! I am happy, Faust. I want you to be successful. But can't I be a little upset first? I thought I'd have my boyfriend with me over Christmas. I've never had anyone special before."

Faust nodded, though she couldn't see him. "Yeah, you can be upset for a bit, but then I need you to suck it up. No tears. No texting me at all hours of the day, begging me to come home. Understand?"

She went quiet for a few breaths, then whispered, "Okay." 

"Promise me you'll stay cool with all of this."

Faith hesitated.

"Promise me, Faith," he demanded.

"I promise," she replied.

"Good. Thank you."

"You're welcome..." Faith trailed off. "When do you leave?"

"Wednesday."

Faith whimpered. "Really? That's so soon."

"I know."

"Why so suddenly?"

"It wasn't that sudden. I just didn't have the balls to tell you until now."

"I wish you would have. Maybe then it wouldn't feel so awful."

Faust ran a hand through thick, damp strands of hair, tucking his palm behind his head as he bent his knees. He didn't want to hear any more moaning unless it was sexual. 

"Come spend the day with me tomorrow. Skip your classes."

"Okay," Faith blurted.

"This is the only time I'll ever encourage you to take school off."

Faith smiled to herself. On the other side of the dorm, her roommate shuffled over, pulling her blanket over her head. Faith dropped her voice even lower.

"I'll come first thing in the morning," she whispered.

"All right. Not too early, though."

"'Kay."

"And one more thing," Faust said.

Faith shifted closer to the wall, muffling her words with a pillow over her head. "Yes?"

She couldn't see, but Faust pushed his boxers low on his hips and palmed his cock until it fell over onto his stomach, thickening with blood.

"Video call me and show me your pussy."

"I can't!" Faith hissed. "My roommate—"

"I don't give a fuck. She's asleep, isn't she? Just put the phone between your legs under the covers, turn the flash on and play with it for me."

"Oh my goodness, Faust," she whined.

"Do it. Play with it the way I like," Faust pushed, already stroking his shaft and thumbing the pre-cum oozing from the tip. "Give your clit a few slaps. Pretend like I'm there."

Faith reached down between her legs, tucking her fingers inside her panties. "I wish you were here."

"We're going to play hard tomorrow, you all right with that? I wanna make up for all the time we'll lose."

"Yes," she breathed.

"And I mean hard, Faith. I'm gonna do things to you tomorrow I've never done to you before."

"Okay."

"Wear that collar you have. And those white cotton panties. The black tights... And that little polka-dot dress. Pig-tails. Yeah," Faust said with a moan. "And make sure that pussy is bald for me."

Faith shook from the desirous words pouring into her ear. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm gonna make you my little kitten. I'm gonna fuck all your little holes."

"Even my—?"

"Don't worry, baby. I know you'll never be able to take my cock in your ass. But that doesn't mean I can't give you a finger."

"Faust," she let out a muted gasp.

He stroked himself faster, squeezing around the head before sliding the heel of his palm down the underside to clasp his balls in a firm grip. "Didn't I tell you before? All of your holes belong to me. Even your pretty fuckin' asshole. Fuck... I can't wait to split you open. I want you on my cock right now."

Faith's nipples perked to the sound of his rumbling voice. She toyed with her clit and listened to Faust spit in his palm to lather his cock. The slick noises of his fast strokes came over the phone, and she turned up the volume to enjoy them better.

"Show me your pussy. Video call me back and show me your cunt."

Faith peered over the wall of bedding she used to shield herself from view, making sure her roommate was still sound asleep and unaware of the private cam-show about to take place.

"All right," she whispered. "I'll call you right back."

"Good," Faust said before hanging up.

Faust waited for the phone screen to come alive with the image of his girlfriend's fingers teasing herself, and when it did, he groaned and pressed his head back into his pillow.

"Fuck, that's good," he purred.

Faith muted the volume and couldn't hear his pleasured groans or praise, but that didn't stop her from getting turned on. Faust propped his phone on the bedside table and scooted up the bed, so most of his torso was in the shot. He gripped his cock and pumped in time with every circle Faith drew around her clit. The image of her middle finger disappearing between her lips made him shiver.

"God, yes, I want that pussy. Oh, fuck, I want to fuck that little hole. Give you this fat fucking cock until you can't take it anymore. Christ... I'm going to wreck that cunt tomorrow. Oh, yeah, slap it for me, baby. Slap that clit and finger-fuck that pussy. Fuck!"

An urge came over him, and he grabbed his phone to end the call. Then he called Faith back. She answered, confused and eager to keep going.

"Keep playing with yourself like that until I get there."

"What?" Faith asked.

"I'm coming over there right now. I don't give a fuck. I need you on my dick right now."

"Faust! I can't sneak you past the supervisors."

"Then come outside and fuck me in the car. You know what, yeah. Pack your stuff. Playtime starts tonight."

[ill-skillsgard]

I can't tell you how legitimately excited I am for more Faust x Faith. I am dying for him to meet her parents. I swear this is like my new crack!

Oh, boy, it’s been a long time coming! This is pretty long, but I hope all you fans of the frosty boy enjoy it!

Previous imagines here (x)

Warning: 18+ smut, first-times, teasing, possessive, slight anal-play, anti-religious themes etc.

Faith gave it until the end of August to tell her parents she was seeing someone. She wanted to be free and clear of living under their roof before she broke the news, for her father already had his suspicions, and was sure to grill her about the boy she'd been concealing all Summer long.

The first strike against Faust occurred before he had set foot in the family home. Faith told her father that her new boyfriend was older than her by a few years, the admission followed by a long lecture about how older men couldn't be trusted off the bat. What kind of fellow had eyes for his young daughter, he asked. Faith came prepared to argue and told her fretting mother and disgruntled father that Faust was a gentleman and kept his hands to himself. It was a partial truth, but not so much a lie that Faith lost sleep. She hated lying to her parents — they were good people, and she loved them, despite their restrictions. She knew they only had her best interest at heart. If it hadn't been for their need to stay as a tightknit family, they wouldn't have moved to the city where her university was, and she wouldn't have met Faust.

She begged her parents not to get angry for keeping him a secret, then had to convince Faust to dress nicely for dinner at their house when they finally agreed she was old enough to live on her own, therefore old enough to have a romantic interest. It was an intricate plan with sensitive strings she had to pull in just the right order.

Faith had no idea Faust had already prepared for the occasion. He had a pair of fitted black dress pants tucked away somewhere, and a plain black shirt in place of the endless supply of band t-shirts he owned. He'd be the perfect boyfriend, or try his very best this once to make peace with her parents. Faust dreamt of the day he stood face-to-face with the man responsible for siring his pretty little Faith. Courting her had been such prolonged, sweet torture, and he was finally ready to give her what she wanted. He just had to set a few plans in motion.

His first goal was to show up on the preacher's doorstep, holding his daughter's hand, to see the look on his face when he realized his precious girl had fallen in love with a metalhead, and to assure there was nothing he could do to change her mind. The box checked off when they greeted her mom and dad in the foyer of their cheerful two-storey house on the ordinary suburban street.

The preacher recognized everything wrong with Faust upon first glance, their eyes clashing, already at war.  Faust had seen the look before: tight lips, a heavy brow, stony, disapproving eyes, stiffened back. He smirked, and so did the preacher.

Faith's dad challenged him with a fatherly handshake to which he accepted. He shook the man's hand, pale green eyes boring into the preacher with promises and warnings of the adulterous things he would have his daughter doing by the end of the night. 

"Name's Stan. This is my wife, Reneta. Boy, Faith didn't say you'd be this tall."

Faust smirked again, revealing the boyish looks Faith had fallen prey to. "No?"

"Not at all. Faith hasn't told us much about you at all, young man. How old are you?"

"Twenty-four," Faust replied.

"And how did you meet our Faith?"

"We have a mutual friend."

Faith detected the pressure in the room rising and beckoned a hug from her father to distract him from the six-foot-something degenerate standing in the hallway amongst the ceramic cherubs and framed family portraits.

Faust's second goal was to get Faith's mother on his side. He did that with calculated smiles, and exercising his manners whenever the woman of the house addressed him. By dinnertime, she'd asked how he kept his hair so shiny and if he needed any of Stan's old shirts to spruce up his monochromatic wardrobe. Faust could tell that one bothered Stan. He politely declined her offer, turning to his girlfriend with the most charming smile Faith had ever seen on his lips. It pleased her to see him trying, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing as they awaited their meal.

"Faith, why don't you help your mother bring in dinner? She spent all afternoon cooking, I'm sure she could use a hand," said Stan once he grew tired of watching his daughter making love-struck eyes at the stranger in his home.

"Sure, Daddy."

Faust watched her leave for the kitchen, his stare on her backside. Once she turned the corner, Stan tensed his jaw, ready to pummel the boy with a few personal questions framed as a benevolent curiosity. He waited until the girls joined, and dinner arrived on the table. They said grace, Stan noting Faust refused to close his eyes or add to the chorus of "amens" and struck.

"So, Faust. What do you do for a living?"

"I play in a band," Faust answered without tripping.

"Is that right? Anything I've heard?"

Faust chewed a wad of roast beef, simpering while Faith's eyes implored him not to cross the line. "I doubt it."

"What do you play? Guitar?"

"Drums."

"Ah, I see. How exactly do you make money that way? I can't imagine drummers making a whole lot. Unless you're Neil Peart."

The dark-haired man did not flinch. He stabbed another piece of meat with the prongs of his fork, poked it into his mouth, and continued.

"I'm a classically-trained percussionist. I don't struggle to find work. If the band isn't doing well, I get in the studio as a session musician. But the band always does well, so..."

"Classical training? My, that is impressive!" Reneta beamed. 

Stan assaulted his cut of meat, the serrated knife screeching against the faultless dinner plate. Faust revealed his top row of teeth.

"He's terrific, Daddy. He even taught me how to play a beat," Faith remarked.

"I'd like to know where you found all this time between work and Jessica to find yourself a boyfriend and learn how to play drums."

Faith's grin disappeared while Faust's quivered. The lie hung about their heads, and Faust inhaled every bit of it with feral delight.

A dappling of red crawled up Stan's neck. The two men held each other in a suspended glare. Faust told the man everything he didn't want to know with a raise of his eyebrows.

The third goal was to get Faith alone in her old bedroom after dinner. When her mother mentioned she left some clothes and a few odds and ends behind, Faust offered to take them down for her. He needed only her guidance upstairs to find the room. This was a farce. Faust knew damn well where her room was, as he'd waited down the street for her to sneak out the window many times over the months. Now that Summer was winding down, and Faith had a dorm far away from her dad's watchful eye, the bedroom seemed even more forbidden.

"Here, this must be what my mom was talking about," Faith went to the foot of her twin bed where a taped box waited.

When she turned around, Faust was inches away from her, and a breathy gasp leapt from her mouth. "Oh my goodness, Faust, you spooked me! You really have to make more noise when you... When you..."

He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the front of his dress pants just as he leaned in to force his way into her mouth. Her eyes bulged, the firmness she felt between his legs and his probing tongue halting her pulse for a double-beat.

"Faust!" She hissed. "What are you doing?"

"I want you. Right now," he said.

"Now? We can't! My dad's just in the other room."

"I thought you wanted my cock?"

Faith hushed him by pressing her fingers to his lips; terrified someone might hear his deep, resonant voice through the walls. "Why do you choose now to want this suddenly?"

"It's not sudden. I told you I'd fuck you after I met your parents."

"Yeah, but not here!"

"Why not?"

Faith attempted to pull away from him but loathed missing the chance to feel his manhood growing in her palm for the first time. She spent many nights trying her best to brush up against his groin to get a feel for what lay beneath his boxer shorts. Even going so far as to wake up before him, hoping she'd catch a glimpse of morning wood, but always coming up with nothing. Faust's self-control was unshakeable. But now...

With her palm pressed hard against his groin, Faust let out a dull growl, the guttural sound awakening the heavy longing Faith had tried so hard to resist.

"Faith!" Stan called from the bottom of the stairs.

She tried to snatch her hand away, but Faust's hold was iron. He kept her anchored to him, biting his lip as the sound of footsteps on the staircase warned them of her dad's approach.

"Let go," she hissed, unable to stifle the intrigue dimpling her cheeks. "Faust!"

"This is what you wanted," Faust told her.

Stan reached the landing, a mere seven-feet from the open bedroom door. Faust leaned in, let his bottom lip pop out from under the assault of his teeth and made sure she felt him twitch in her hand. Faith tugged again, but Faust held tight.

"Would you?— Faust, let me go!"

At the last second, before Stan entered the room, Faust released her arm and turned toward the box. He lifted it from the bed and held it in front of his hips to conceal the half-mast erection in his pants. Stan analyzed the scene with a critical eye and lingered on Faust while Faith failed to look innocent. She wrang her wrist and fiddled with her daughter's pride ring, bounding away from her boyfriend and into her father's arms.

"Thanks for everything tonight, daddy. I'm so glad we could have dinner and tell mom—"

"You all right, sweetheart?" Stan asked, throwing Faust a warning shot with his eyes.

"What? Of course, I'm all right, daddy."

"Just checking. You need any help?"

Faust's mouth twisted. "All good, boss. I'll take care of her."

His assurance did nothing to placate the preacher. He looked at his daughter as if to implore her to reconsider her choice of male company. Faust knew the moment he was out of ear-shot, and Stan had a minute to speak with his daughter, he'd beg her to think of the future he'd never be able to provide. But he knew Faith — knew she adored him with every mote of her being, and her father trying to shoo him off the porch would only intensify her lust.

Faust loaded his girlfriend's belongings into the trunk of his roommate's car he borrowed for the night while she said her goodbyes to her mother on the front porch. Stan took the opportunity to approach the younger man before Faith had a chance to intervene.

"I don't know what your intentions are with my little girl, son, but let me make myself clear: if I catch wind of any mucking around, or if she comes to me with tears in her eyes because of something you did, our conversation will not be a pleasant one."

Faust slammed the trunk shut. "I love her, and I don't plan on hurting her."

Stan sneered. "I've seen you and your group around town. Do you think a pair of dress pants and a fake smile will fool me? News travels in this place. I've heard all about what your circle is known for, and frankly, it'd please me if you left her to concentrate on her schooling. That's why we moved here. She doesn't need any distractions."

"Which is why I'm taking her straight back to her dorm."

Before the conversation went further South, Faith skipped down the walkway and wedged herself between the two men. She hugged her father and bid him farewell before joining Faust at his side. The drummer smirked as he wrapped his arm around Faith's shoulders and led her to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for her while maintaining eye contact with Stan.

Her parents waited on the porch for them to drive away, but Faust stalled under the pretense of answering some text messages. Before starting the car, he turned to his girlfriend, grabbed her jaw and pulled her in for a long, heated kiss. Faith giggled, attempted to pull back, but met resistance. Faust wasn't finished kissing her. Not until he was certain Stan and Reneta saw. Faust traced her gold necklace, thumbing the tiny crucifix as he pulled back, lips glistening from their passionate touching.

"Faust, come on, my parents are watching. Let's go."

"Your dad hates me."

"What? No, he doesn't. He just needs a chance to get to know you."

Faust shook his head. "No. I like this. I want him to lie awake all night thinking about the shit I'm gonna make you do when we get home."

Faith blushed. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, an evil grin plastered to his face. There was one last thing left on his to-do list, and it sat next to him, toying with the fringe of her dress, crossing and uncrossing her legs to stave off the pulsing heat of anticipation.

When they entered the elevator, Faust lifted Faith's dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. He swiped two fingers over her lips, moaning when they came away slick. The tall man backed her into the corner as her underwear fell around her ankles. Lifting her leg, he crushed her against the cold metal wall and sucked at her neck like he meant to draw blood.

"You sure you still want to fuck?" He whispered.

"Yes. God, yes, I want to so bad."

"But your pussy's so small, and my cock is so fucking big. You can hardly stand it when I finger you."

"I don't care," she panted. "I want it, Faust. Please. Don't tease me anymore."

The lift came to a shuddering halt. Faust lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, panties hanging off one ankle. It was a fair walk to the end of the hall, and Faith worried somebody might open their door and see Faust palming her ass as he carried her to his apartment. The sound of blast-beats and squealing guitars filtered out from the apartment, greeting them like a wall when Faust opened the door. 

His roommate blinked, alarmed but not entirely shocked to see Faust toting Faith to his bedroom. Her lacy underwear fell to the floor, but neither of them noticed as they devoured each other's mouths on their way.

Once he deposited Faith on the bed and shut the door, she wrestled her dress off and waited. All night, Faust wanted to get out of his clothes, but his foresight convinced him otherwise. He wanted to watch her squirm and beg until she was so wet he could taste it in the air. He approached the bed, and Faith climbed to her knees, set on pulling him on top of her, but he resisted.

"Well, aren't you going to fuck me?"

Faust scoffed. "You think I'm gonna just stuff you that easily? Fuck no."

"Please, Faust. I've waited so long for you."

"Yes, you have. So waiting a little longer should be easy, right?"

Faith whimpered.

"Come here," he beckoned. Faith crawled until she was an inch away from his groin. "Closer."

She stared up at him, bright eyes wide with confusion. He repeated himself. Faith pressed her cheek to his groin, gasping when she felt his cock hardening. He raked his fingers through her hair, grinding her face into his pelvis until she fussed.

"All you fucking think about is cock. All day, every day, you sit there in your cute outfits, dreaming about having that tiny little pussy filled up with my dick. You look so innocent, but I know that not so deep down, under all that lace and gold, you're just as filthy as any other slut, aren't you?"

"Only for you, Faust," she replied, nuzzling into his groin.

"When you're at church with your parents, you're not praying. You're imagining what it'll feel like having my cock inside you."

She giggled and nipped at the erection trapped beneath his trousers. He scratched her scalp until she purred, the perfect kitten pawing for milk. 

"Your dad wants me to leave you alone. But how can I ignore such a pretty girl when I know every time she looks at me, all she thinks about is getting her cunt pounded?"

"That's not all I think about," said Faith. "I think about sucking your dick, too."

"Yeah, you're not so innocent. You just want your daddy to think you are. But he doesn't know you're in my bed, getting wet from the thought of taking my cock."

Faust pushed her away from his groin, stripping his clothes off and climbing onto the bed. He sat with his back against the postered wall, spreading his legs so Faith could crawl between them. She couldn't take her eyes off his hard-on, especially not when he began stroking it in front of her. She still wasn't used to seeing him naked. Her pulse quickened, eyes travelling his hand's trajectory up and down the engorged shaft, thick with blood and veins.

He made her turn around, facing away from him with her ass up and her knees spread as he jerked his cock. Faith sweltered under the heat of his stare, mewling when he finally reached out to goad her entrance with a careful swipe of his thumb. She dropped her hips, hoping to achieve some level of penetration, but he smacked her ass with disapproval.

"Don't you dare try to fuck yourself on my fingers while I'm admiring the view. That is not how this is going down. You just stay right there and do as I say."

"Faust," she whined. "Please. I want you so bad."

"Turn around. On your back. Spread those legs."

She obeyed, and flipped over, splaying her knees. Faust pulled her closer until she rested her thighs over his in a relaxed leg-lock. He continued stroking himself, though her pussy ached and glistened a mere foot away from the tip of his cock. Pushing down on his member, he angled it toward her and laughed when she whimpered.

"It's so close."

"Please, fuck me."

"No. Play with yourself. Rub that clit for me."

Her hand shot down, finding a frantic rhythm of stimulation for his amusement. The motion of her fingers toying with herself made him shudder. He had never been so hard in his life. When he showed her the pre-cum emerging from the tip, she screwed her eyes shut and pressed her spine into the bed, frustrated. 

"Come a little closer. I want to tease that fucking pussyhole."

Tease her, he did. The smooth head glided up and down, parting her lips but only just enough to reveal the pink inside her. Faust let out a long, steady breath, preparing himself for the pressure he was about to encounter.

"It's right there, baby, it's so close. You're so close to having your pussy full. You sure you wanna keep going?"

"Yes!" she cried. "I want it bad, Faust."

"Come and get it then, if you want it that bad. Just scoot down a little more and... Oh, fuck."

His swollen head disappeared beyond the confines of her sex, swallowed and held so close his eyes widened. She was tighter than he feared. It pained him to hear her gasping. Faust retracted, sights far-flung with concern.

"You okay, baby?" He asked.

She nodded, but her words scrabbled to the back of her throat. 

"I'm sorry. I told you, I'm huge, and it's not gonna be easy. Maybe just keep playing with your clit for a little while."

"No, I want you."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Faith."

She clamped her legs around his waist, but before she took him again, he pressed down on her hips, stilling her on the mattress. Maneuvering out from under her thighs, he crawled between them and retraced her opening with his cock, mixing his pre-cum with her wetness. He drew back for a second and deposited a warm wad of spit on the head of his cock before driving it inside with a shallow dip.

"Fuck," he groaned. "I might need to get us some lube. It doesn't matter how wet you are. I don't think you're built to take a cock this big."

"I can do it. I practiced. Please, don't stop, Faust. I'm so wet. I want it so bad."

Faust leaned over her, taking her breasts in his hands, eclipsing them and squeezing until they moaned in unison. He flicked her nipples and dove in to take one in his mouth as a distraction from the lack of promised penetration.

"Fuck, I love these perfect tits. I wanna fuck these too," Faust's voice bordered on a desperate note. "Might just make you wait, though."

"Don't say that! Please! Please, please, please—"

He clamped her mouth beneath his palm. She smelled her own wetness on his fingers and bucked her hips up to grind into his. Rolling his cock between their bodies, it was a fight to see who would overpower the other. Faust wrestled her into full-body submission, pinning her frame under his torso, his legs locking her in place while he held her mouth.

Long weeks of sexual backlog was a sobriety Faust never thought possible to attain. It imbued him with a sense of burning concentration. In the studio, his takes were flawless, his head completely in tune with his body for the first time. The purge left his gut empty, so when the time came, and he couldn't deny Faith any longer, the indulgence was ever the purer. Faith had come along at a time when he viewed any girl hanging around his circle as a pest. He'd had them all, in the very bed he laid her down in, but he never liked the taste of those girls. Faith was a dish far too immaculate for his palette, and yet she was his, and it baffled him.

"Wait, what do you mean you practiced?" He asked, sniffing the hair behind her ear as he kissed her neck.

She stopped struggling, and he let up on her so she could speak. 

"I made myself ready... Because I knew you'd be afraid of hurting me."

"Oh, yeah?" He snickered. "And how'd you do that?"

Faith bit the side of her lip, adjusting beneath him to assert her chest forward, spine curving to press against his warm abdomen and chest. "I went back to the sex shop... Without you."

"Did you?" He murmured, drawing up to look her in the eyes. Thousands of invisible needles pierced his skin all at once, his heart tripping on an undetectable wire. Faust shivered, cracked his jaw, and rose to his knees. Faith remained on her back, staring up at him, trembling. "What did you buy?"

She deliberated between a fib and a fact, choosing the latter. Faust hadn't lied to her about anything, and she wouldn't twist the truth either.  "I... I bought a toy that I thought might be as big as you."

Faust swallowed the dryness in his throat, but it came back the second he took another breath. "You didn't know how big I was until yesterday."

"I guessed," she admitted.

He wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his cock and gave it a few tugs to restore lost blood. In a moment, he stood rock-solid again, and Faith drooled over the thickness of his manhood. 

"Did you guess right?"

"Um... No."

"Didn't fucking think so," he growled. "I don't like the thought of anything but me inside you."

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."

"I just wanted to be ready, baby. I've wanted you for so long. Please, you promised after you met my dad, you'd have sex with me. Don't you want to?"

"Don't ever fuck yourself without my permission. Your pussy is mine. I'll take care of it when I want to, and when I don't want to, it's off-limits. If you wanna touch yourself, you ask. Understand me?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"What's that?"

"Yes! I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever do it again. I was just going crazy thinking about you. You turn me on so much; I can't help myself."

"That was the fucking point. I wanted to make you wait so that when I finally do fuck you, you'll never forget the feeling."

Faith scoffed, then lifted her legs and made sure Faust saw the parting between them, glistening and aching to be filled. "I don't think I could ever forget the boy who made me wait three months before he'd fuck me."

"That's right," Faust nodded.

He eased his way inside of her, little by little, inch by thick inch until his balls pressed against the swells of her ass. They both let out long streams of air, adjusting to the feverish incursion before Faust kissed her to absorb her already panting breath.

"Feels so fucking good, baby," Faust said, finishing with a deep moan that sent shivers through her body. His voice tingled against her neck, the low crunch of his vocal cords a sound she only ever heard muffled between her legs. Faith had listened to him moaning from pleasing her, but never the other way around. His audible bliss stroked her just as well as his fingers did when they found her clit, working in slow circles around it while he began to rock against her gently. 

The first time he slipped out, she gasped, and every peak of her body swelled with blood. Her nipples hardened, and skin crawled with delight while he eased back in, refilling the persistent little slit that had to stretch to accommodate him. Faith jolted back but settled once he picked her up, suspending her using his hands to lace under her ass like a swing. In that position, she could fret against him while he stayed buried inside, bathing in soft, liquid arousal. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she needed to draw the breath from his lungs. 

"Fuck, I want to be inside this pussy forever. God, baby, it feels even better than I thought. You're so fucking tight around me. I don't know how much longer I can hold back. I need to fucking destroy you."

"Do it, you bad, bad boy. Use me. Fuck me hard like I know you want to."

He cut off her demanding mouth, answering her lip by touching the hole neighbouring the one his cock was inside. Faith squealed from the odd sensation, but Faust was determined to make her melt by toying with her hole the same way he had just stimulated her clit.

"Yeah, every hole in your body belongs to me. Even this precious little asshole."

He dared to press his fingertip between her cheeks to drive home his point, and she hopped against him like an animal trying to escape his arms. It only made him tighten his hold on her. 

"I bet your dad would fucking lynch me if he knew I had his sweet girl here with all her holes stuffed. He thinks you're back at your dorm doing homework and making something of yourself when really you're here, begging for my cock... Mm, just aching for this cum."

"Faust," she whined. It was all she could muster as he let her slide down his body. 

He scooped her off the mattress and placed her on the lowboy dresser next to the bed. Splitting her thighs, he didn't take the time to ease into her as he had the first couple of times. If Faith wanted the challenge and claimed she could take him, he would let her rise to the occasion. But she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders when his cock met a tight ring of resistance. He'd found her cervix, and the sensation shot through her pelvis like a blinding cramp.

"Oh! Faust! Oh my god, that h— that's..."

"Were you going to say it hurts?"

"No! I want it. Please don't stop."

"I won't stop, baby. Not until your cunt is dripping with my cum. Or maybe I'll pull out and shoot it all over your face. Or between your ass cheeks. Who knows?"

The dresser knocked against the wall, rolling a pair of his drumsticks to the floor with a clatter. Faith was happy Faust's roommate played music loud enough to drown out the sounds of her moaning and mewling for him to take her harder.

After a while, they ended up back on the bed; Faith mounted on his pelvis so he could take a break and enjoy the view of her riding him. He couldn't take the look on her face, the pained, lip-biting expression. It was almost enough to make him feel guilty. But this was what she wanted, and what he wanted, despite his insistence it was all for her.

He succumbed to the sensations holding his dick hostage. It happened after he worked Faith up to an orgasm, using his thumb to tease her clit until she shuddered and came, squeezing around him so hard Faust thought he might pass out before having the pleasure of emptying a load inside her.

"Oh my god, Faust, I'm coming," she squeaked. "Don't stop, don't stop."

"I won't, baby. Keep going. Keep coming all over me. That's what I like to see. Fuck, I'm gonna come, too if you keep clenching like that."

The contractions swallowing his cock were too violent for him to resist. The trembling of her thighs, the way she bit her bottom lip and squeezed her arms around her breasts, needing something to hold onto while she orgasmed sent him over the edge. At the last second, Faust slipped out and spilled months of mental-edging and self-inflicted teasing onto her hot skin. A few ropes slung over her tummy, and one even reached her chest. The rest dribbled into a pool around her navel. Using his swollen, wet head, he stroked her clit a few times, luxuriating in her snivelling shivers and the wetter sounds of her pussy lips.

Faust hopped off the bed and took a towel off the hook on his bedroom door. He returned with it, dabbing the mess he'd made on her. He draped the towel over the bedpost and looked down at his cock hanging spent between his legs. 

Faith recovered from her climax and giggled. "Next time, I want to start by going down on you."

"Oh, is that right?" He asked, shimmying back into bed next to her and pulling her close. "Now that you've had a taste, you can't get enough?"

"If that's what I've been missing... Well, I hope you're ready for my non-stop horniness."

"Pretty sure I'm used to it by now," he chuckled.

She snuggled into him, blotting his collarbone and chest with gentle kisses. "That was worth the wait."

"Yeah. I'm glad we did. Made it so much better to tease you."

"You're so evil sometimes," Faith murmured. "But, you're the best."

Faust tilted her chin up, kissed her, then ran his thumb over her cheek a few times before taking in a deep, preparatory breath. "Yeah... Well... I love you."

Heat pierced her tear ducts, but she screwed her eyes shut before any liquid escaped. She shoved her face into his neck, clinging to him with all her might. Faust couldn't see her cry, not after she fought so hard to prove herself to him. 

"I love you too," she finally whispered. "Like so much, I think I'm gonna—"

She hiccoughed as the tears flowed. Faust melted and pulled her even closer. "You're such a baby. I love it. Sweet girl."

[ill-skillsgard]

I bet the first few times Faith and Faust have sex, it still hurts and she spends the first half of it being uncomfortable. But when they finally get to a point where she’s comfortable, she makes the most angelic noise Faust has ever heard in his life and he wants to ram into her more than ever.

Warning: 18+ smut, sex-related pain, a brief mention of weed, one mention of blood, one spooky boy falling deeper in love.

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

When Faust returned home with Faith in tow, a living room full of his buddies, a floating layer of thick smoke and screeching heavy music blaring through an abused speaker system greeted them. Empty beer bottles littered the coffee table, and the ashtray overflowed onto the glass. It wasn't an abnormal occurrence, but the appearance of half his band and several of their friends changed their intended trajectory. Before stepping into the chaos, Faust had sported the makings of an impressive hard-on that disappeared the moment he smelled weed in the hallway. Faith pressed to his side, little fingers still meshed with her boyfriend's. 

"Faust! Fuck yeah, bud, what's up?" Ola called over the music. 

Faust didn't return the greeting. He scanned the living room, then looked at Faith with perked shoulders. 

"What do you wanna do?" He asked her. 

Faith didn't want to be the buzzkill girlfriend who pulled Faust away from his friends, but they had been talking dirty to each other the entire ride to his place, and she was feeling the same capsized arousal he was. 

"Uh, I don't know. Should we stay?" 

He swiped his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, then backed out of the apartment, followed by a chorus of displeased hollering. He closed the door and pulled Faith back toward the elevator. 

"Where are we going?" Faith asked. 

"I don't know... Your place?" 

Faith paled. "I share my dorm with another girl."

"Fuck," Faust whispered. "I really need to get my own place."

He pressed the button for the basement when they entered the car, and Faith looked up at him with confusion pinching her face. He stared ahead at the metal doors as they descended. 

When the elevator opened, Faust pulled her out into a mostly empty corridor. On one end of the hall there was a door leading to a stairwell, and on the other side was another door affixed with a nameplate that read boiler room. Faust led her to the right, toward the heavy, fireproof door. He reached into the inner pocket of the leather jacket, still draped over Faith's shoulders, and pulled out a folded pocket knife. The point was almost needle-sharp, and Faith wondered about the legality of the weapon her boyfriend carried on him, then decided she didn't care. By the dented and scratched look of the door handle, it was not the first time the door was subject to intrusive treatment. Faust picked the lock with ease, then pushed the door open with the toe of his boot. 

The room was dank and musty. A network of metal pipes clinked and dripped as Faust guided Faith inside and shut the door behind them. In the darkness, she clutched the flaps of his coat around her until the light from a single swinging bulb revealed their dirty surroundings. Faust stood in the center of the room, staring at her with a menacing smirk, face obscured in shadow. 

"This place is... nice," Faith hesitated.

Faust ignored the comment and went to her, pushing the coat from her shoulders and lifting her off the ground. He carried her across the boiler room, lips locked, then sat her down on a cold metal workbench covered in sawdust and shavings. She yelped from the chill touch on the backs of her thighs, and Faust chuckled.

Before she complained further, Faust dropped his bullet belt to the floor, and it landed with a grating clank against the hard cement. Faith watched him unzip his jeans before lifting her thigh and stretching her panties to one side, moaning when he saw the tiny slit between her legs.

"Still want it hard?" He asked.

She bit her lip and looked up at him with a nod. "Mm-hmm."

"Well, all right. But don't get mad at me tomorrow when you're limping."

"I won't," she said.

Faust paused just as the tip of his cock grazed her opening. He snatched his hips back, grabbed her face and looked down at her with a stern expression. "Tell me if it's too much."

"Okay," she whispered.

He squeezed her cheeks tighter. "I'm serious. I don't want to hurt you."

Faith nodded, eyes large and shiny in the dull light. Faust studied her face for a moment longer. His heart twinged whenever he looked into her eyes and saw the endless love that lived there. He kissed her hard while easing his way inside her. 

The pressure was still fierce. Faith's body resisted, but the whimper she made helped him set aside his fear of hurting her. Faust crushed his bottom lip between his teeth, rolling his head back as he allowed himself to indulge in her heat without moving.

Faith yanked her panties farther to the side and leaned back to encourage some movement. He pulled out and thrust back in once at a quarter of the power he planned on giving her. Even that was enough to make her wince.

"Oh my God, Faust, you're so fucking big."

"I know, baby. You can take it. It's a lot, but you can handle it, right? You asked for this."

He thrust into her again, but only made it partially inside before brushing up against a wall that would allow him no further. Their anatomy didn't match up, but Faust wouldn't let that stop him from giving her what she wanted. Picking up speed, he kept his eye on her face to watch for signs of genuine pain. 

"Oh... Oh!" She cried out after a deep dive.

"You good, baby? Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, Faust. Please don't stop."

Faust couldn't understand why his concern held him back. Any other girl he'd made squeal from his girth only excited him more. When they wailed from the brutality of his propulsions, he had laughed and kept going, raking his hand through their hair or stuffing two fingers down their throats to keep them from getting too loud. Faith was different. Although he wanted to shove something in her mouth, he liked to watch her lips instead. Liked to see her biting and gaping, running her tongue along the peaks of her cupid's bow before he kissed her.

"Harder," Faith whispered.

Spurred by her challenge, Faust obliged and increased his velocity. The damp air caused him to sweat, but he couldn't stop to remove his shirt. He pressed into her, and she ran her hands up his back, through his hair and over his broad shoulders.

"Fuck, I love your pussy," Faust murmured.

Faith smirked and rutted against him, wincing against the questionable sensation of his cock meeting her cervix. Then, one deep pulse forced a cry from her mouth. Faust resisted checking in on her again, but she noticed he leavened his movements to avoid brushing too hard against her insides. His reduction provided some relief, and she let out a breath she didn't notice she was holding.

"Breathe, baby. You got this. I know you want to be all slutty and eager for me, but it's okay if you can't take it all the way."

"But I want it," Faith whined.

"You're just too little," he reasoned.

"You promised to fuck me hard."

Faust had enough of her arguing and lifted her off the table to give her a few harsh thrusts just to drive home his point. He pressed her face into his shoulder and let her moan out and cry while he ravaged her. While suspended in air, Faith felt smaller than ever as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Yeah? You wanna get railed? Want me to wreck that little pussy until you bleed all over my cock? Is that what you want?"

Her crying echoed off the metal pipes, and though they were in the basement, Faith thought the entire apartment building could hear her getting fucked. 

One moment, she was vertical, and the next lowered to the ground where she sat astride his hips, full to bursting and clenching her teeth.

"Ride it. Ride my fucking dick if you want it so bad," Faust challenged.

Faith's panties snapped over as she struggled to move and hold back her gasps. He growled and pulled the material until it ripped, elastic bands ripping and hanging limply around her groin.

She pressed her hands to his chest, leveraging herself up until she wasn't agonizingly full. Faust gripped her sides, leered, and flipped her onto her back.

"Didn't think so. I knew you couldn't handle this. You like to talk a big game, though. It's pretty cute."

The truth was: Faust didn't want to hurt her. Where he used to take pleasure in a girl's gasps and whimpers, he now saw no appeal in making Faith sob. Her moans were exquisite, but when she seethed and pulled back from him, he felt it like a punch in the chest. 

When Faith finally showed more signs of pleasure than distress, he felt better about spreading her thighs and delving into her with shallow but frequent thrusts. And maybe he'd never be able to go balls-deep in her, but she clenched around his shaft so tightly it didn't matter.

With a few minutes of wheeling his fingertips around her clit, and a little more encouragement, Faith's body shuddered as she came. Her walls clamped on him, and the sounds of her breathy gasps had him coming shortly after. Faust pulled out at the last second and spilled an ample load of cum on the floor before tucking himself into his jeans and helping Faith to a wobbly stand.

"Looks like this might be our new spot," Faust laughed.

Faith shot him a warning look. "Um! No thanks! I mean, I had fun, but I don't want to know what kind of homicidal things have gone down in this creepy-ass room."

He bent to scoop up his jacket, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Nothing homicidal on my part."

"Oh, really? And what exactly do you use this room for then? You popped that lock pretty quickly. It seems like you know your way around."

Faust opened the door, and they both squinted from the fluorescent hallway light. 

"Sometimes, I come down here to smoke."

"And fuck girls?" Faith asked.

"Not me, but my friends have."

"Gross," Faith muttered.

“Whatever, babe. You just got fucked down here too. Guess you’re just as gross,” he bumped her with his hip but didn’t allow her to stumble.

The next morning, while Faust laid awake next to his girlfriend, he noticed bruises on her inner thighs and sighed. If it weren't for the dreamy smile inhabiting her face while she slept, he might have felt guilty. The blotches served as little reminders of their boiler room fuck, and Faust sank back into the pillows, wearing his own soft grin.