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Just passing by real quick to ask if anyone else here is invested in the World Cup???
I’ve been absent because of work and college (great idea getting another degree 🤡), and I’m currently working on a Bill fanfiction, but damn… Yassine Bounou has me in a chokehold ngl…
Every World Cup I have a new football crush and apparently here we go again…
I was rereading my most-liked fanfics since the very beginning of this blog to get inspired, and honestly I'm surprised at myself in some of them, damn... I wish I got that back.
If anyone is curious:
Blue Jeans - Javier Peña x Reader
Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader
More Than Friends - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (this one might be one of my all time favorite)
Bill Skarsgard’s nose is absolutely criminal. So so so beautiful, I’m particularly obsessed with its slightly upturned tip 🥵🥵🥵
I never thought a nose would make my mind go wild like his does, so…
Imagine him between your legs as you lie back on the bed, his grip firm and unyielding, large hands keeping your thighs spread wide. He takes his time with you, savoring every reaction, licking, sucking, rubbing you in all the ways he knows will make you melt. He builds you up slowly and deliberately, taking you higher and higher, only to pull back at the last second, a low, sensual laugh slipping from him each time it draws a frustrated whimper from your lips.
Then his tongue slides into you, moving with purpose, fucking you with it while the tip of his nose brushes and circles your clit. The teasing feels almost cruel, because he knows exactly how obsessed you are with his nose, and how using it like this sends you spiraling deeper.
This time, he doesn’t stop though, one of his hands settles just below your navel, applying steady pressure as his mouth keeps working you without mercy.
Every slow roll of his nose against your clit is matched by his tongue flicking and pressing into that perfect spot inside you.
Your eyes fall shut, fingers threading into his soft hair, tugging him closer as if you could merge him into you, as if being any farther apart was unbearable. The pleasure builds fast now, overwhelming, relentless.
It doesn’t take long before your back arches off the bed, legs shaking, toes curling as your climax crashes over you. He stays right there through every wave, never easing up until you’ve fully ridden it out.
And when you finally open your eyes again and look down at him, you meet his beautiful green gaze, his face, especially his nose, glistening with your arousal.
(The images above do not belong to me, all credits belong to their owners)
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Author’s note:
Hello my darlings! I’m late on this one but here we go. This story was based on the following request, I hope you guys enjoy it and especially you @romangodfreyisbae.
I’ve actually started writing this request several weeks ago, but I kind of missed the request’s point on the way so I ended up with 3 different co-worker/co-stars themed stories (😅😅) which I’ll probably publish as well soon.
Remember, english is not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes.
Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.
(To be honest I’m feeling unsure about my writing in this one, I’m sorry in advance if you guys don’t like it)
Disclaimers: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering. Again: this has explicit sexual content, you’ve been warned. If you don’t like this kind of content or if you’re underage, please just skip it.
Feel free to leave a comment, like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what boosts me up to keep writing as always❤️❤️❤️
W/C: 2,9K
Tag list: @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @malenoradgn @bloodykisserr @a-differentbrandof-beans @arttheclown666
End of Author’s Note
It was already late into the night, but your mind hadn’t settled yet. You’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling of your trailer, sheets twisted around your legs as you rolled from one side to the other, sleeping stubbornly out of reach.
You knew exactly why though. Tomorrow’s scene played on a relentless loop in your head, every line, every emotion, every look you were supposed to get right. The pressure sat heavy in your chest.
And that only made it worse. You needed to rest. Needed to calm the nerves, shut your thoughts off, but your body refused to do so.
With a defeated sigh, you pushed yourself up and slipped out of your trailer, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cool mountain air hit your skin. Rows of trailers were scattered around the main house where everyone gathered during the day for meals and decompression moments between takes.
But now it stood dark and silent, you only knew your way around due to the small improvised lamps on the grass.
You were heading straight to the house, thinking a cup of tea might finally do the trick, when a soft glow caught your attention: one trailer still had its lights on.
You stopped for a brief moment, then your steps unconsciously changed their direction. It was Bill’s trailer.
You hesitated for only a second before crossing the short distance and knocking gently on the metal door, soft enough that only he would hear it and it opened almost immediately.
“Y/N?” His brow furrowed with concern as soon as he saw you. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you said, giving a small, tired smile. “I couldn’t sleep. Saw your light was on… figured I wasn’t the only one still awake. You alright?”
“Yeah,” he replied easily, already stepping aside. “Come in, it’s freezing out there.”
From the beginning, Bill had been nothing but kind to you, a supportive friend and coworker. He was already a name everyone knew, while you were still carving your place in the industry. Having him in your corner, especially in a world where people were always waiting for you to fail meant more than you ever really said out loud.
You sank into the couch, the tension still buzzing beneath your skin.
Bill watched you for a moment before speaking again, his voice softer now as he sat on the seat across from you.
“So,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Overthinking,” you admitted with a faint smile. “You know how I am.”
He gave a quiet huff of a laugh, leaning back slightly. “If you’re worried about tomorrow, you’re not alone, it’s the heart of the film. ” His gaze softened. “Don’t lose sleep over it, though.”
You arched a brow. “As you just said, I’m not the only one, am I?”
He smirked. “Do as I say, not as I do.”
You rolled your eyes faking annoyance at his lame excuse.
Without really thinking about it, your hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers pressing into tight, aching muscle, a habit you’d had since long before you started in the industry.
Noticing it, Bill rose from his seat and dragged a chair closer to the couch.
“Come sit here, let me help.” He invited gently, nodding towards the chair in front of him.
You hesitated. The last thing you wanted was to be any sort of inconvenience when he already had other stuff to worry about. But the ache on your neck and shoulders pulsed insistently, winning the internal dispute in your head.
“Okay,” you murmured.
You sat on the chair backwards, crossing your arms over its back and resting your chin on them, leaving your back exposed to him. A moment passed and then you felt him standing behind you.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said quietly.
His hands settled at your neck, thumbs pressing into the knots you hadn’t realized were that deep, the tension melting under his touch as his fingers worked slowly.
“There,” he murmured. “You’ve been carrying all of it up here.”
His thumbs drifted lower, easing from the base of your neck to the slope where tension gathered between it and your shoulders. He worked the area even slower, kneading patiently, his palms warm as they smoothed outward, then back again, coaxing the stiffness to release.
You hadn’t realized how tightly you were holding yourself until his fingers found those places that burned dully after long days on set and too little rest. Your spine softened as he moved down, fingers pressing into the upper part of your back, just beneath your shoulder blades.
“That’s it. Try to relax.”
You tried, and you did, but the combination of exhaustion and relief caught you off guard as a low moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
You froze instantly, breath hitching as your eyes widened at the realization.
“Sorry,” you spoke softly as a heat of embarrassment creeped up your neck.
“Don’t be,” his touch was slower now. “I want to make you feel good.”
The possible double meaning in his words didn’t slip past you. It settled low in your stomach instead, sending a ripple of goosebumps across your skin as the implication slowly sank in.
Bill’s hands continued their unhurried path, thumbs pressing gently into the tense muscles at the base of your neck before gliding downward over your spine, savoring the way your body softened beneath his touch, the way you leaned into him.
It all made you acutely aware of everything else around you, especially of the fact that you were alone and receiving a massage from your devastatingly attractive co-star.
Your thoughts betrayed you, drifting over how large his hands felt against your skin, how easily they could move lower if he chose to, how they might feel pulling your hips or wrapping around your throat, or even tilting your head back just enough to meet his mouth.
Another soft sound slipped from you and his hands stilled for the briefest moment, fingers tightening just slightly as a soft breath ghosted against the back of your neck, sending another shiver straight down your spine.
The trailer felt smaller now, the air inside completely shifted, charged and thick, not just friendly anymore.
“God, Bill…” you murmured, your voice betraying you despite yourself. “Your hands feel amazing.”
“So I’ve been told.” He replied with a devious edge in his tone.
“Such a snob,” you teased. “I might need more than that before I fully agree with you.”
His thumbs slid down your spine as his palms smoothed your waist. “If I do,” he said quietly, “I’m afraid this stops being just a massage.”
The thought alone sent heat curling low in your stomach. You bit your bottom lip, then glanced back over your shoulder, already knowing what you’d find.
His eyes met yours immediately as if they were searching for an answer. Whatever restraint he’d been clinging to was almost gone now, overcome by the desire staring straight back at you.
“This is probably where I should stop,” he said quietly.
“Probably,” you held his gaze. “But what if I said I don’t want you to?”
For a second neither of you moved, but before you could turn back around, Bill’s hand slid up, his long fingers curving around the side of your neck to pull you back against his chest in one smooth motion, your breath catching as your body molded onto his behind you.
His lips claimed yours, kissing you from behind in a hungry kiss. You melted into him instinctively, the length of his body pressing into yours as his other arm embraced you, keeping you close.
His grip at your neck held you exactly where he wanted you and his thumb tilted your chin just enough to deepen the kiss, your tongues moving together in a way that made your head spin.
“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?” you breathed when you finally broke away.
His answer came as a smile you could almost hear, lips never really leaving you as they traced the line of your jaw, down the sensitive skin of your neck.
“A terrible idea,” he agreed, voice dark with amusement then sucked on a spot just below your ear. “Come on.”
He took your hand as he stood, pulling you back to him before you could fully react, his mouth crashing back against yours with renewed urgency.
Still kissing you, he guided you down the narrow hallway toward his bed, your focus so completely on each other that you bumped into corners and furniture, earning breathless laughter and low sounds swallowed by the kisses.
Your fingers slid into his hair, gripping it, while your other hand found the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging insistently. His hands roamed over your hips, gathering the fabric of your shirt impatiently until he dragged it up and over your head, abandoning it somewhere behind you. There was no finesse between you, only urgency, clothes peeled away, kicked aside, forgotten as the need for skin against skin took over.
Bill’s hand tangled in your hair and pulled it, making you gasp as he drew you closer, towering over you while he devoured your mouth in a bruising kiss. He didn’t slow down until the backs of your knees met the edge of his bed, the sudden contact making your breath hitch.
His lips barely left yours as you climbed back onto the mattress, crawling back just enough to give him space to join you. He followed immediately, his broad body settling between your legs, bracing his arms on either side of your head.
Bill’s lips finally left yours, only to trail slowly down your neck, kisses turning languid as he followed the curve of your throat, nipping at your skin before moving lower, until his mouth found your breasts.
He kissed them before his tongue rolled over your sensitive nipples, teeth scraping just enough before he sucked hard enough to pull a gasp from you and make your back arch off the bed.
He shifted his attention between them, mouth greedy and unhurried, while his hand slid between your legs. His fingers gathered your arousal first before finding your clit. He traced light, teasing circles over it, just enough to make you squirm beneath him, your hips starting to move on instinct, desperate for more friction.
“Shh…” His fingers stilled abruptly, halting your movement. “Be a good girl and stay still for me, will you?”
His words alone sent a fresh wave of heat flooding your veins. He resumed without warning, mouth and hand moving in perfect sync now, his tongue swirling and lips sucking at your nipples as his fingers worked your clit, pressing harder every time his mouth closed around you.
Your head rolled back, one hand fisting the sheets while the other slid into his soft dark hair, fingers tightening as your breath came in broken sounds.
Then his fingers left your clit, sliding inside you instead, two at once, stretching you open slowly for him. His thumb now also pressed against your clit as his long fingers curled and found that spongy spot inside you that made your vision blur.
Your moan was loud and unrestrained, eyes rolling back as the sensation hit all at once. Bill’s mouth left your breasts then, his attention shifting fully to you, watching every reaction.
His thumb rolled over your clit while his fingers moved in short, deliberate “come here” motions, hitting that spot again and again. Your legs fell open wider for him, helpless, your body giving itself over completely as your orgasm built fast.
The sight and sound of you had him impossibly hard.
Feeling how close you were, he didn’t slow or sped up, he kept you right there, going and going until your legs began to shake. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping yourself from waking up the whole crew as your orgasm tore through you, coming hard on his hand, your body trembling beneath him as he worked you through every last wave.
He withdrew his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. His eyes never left yours, holding your gaze as you watched him taste you, heat curling low in your stomach again at the sight.
“Still need more convincing?” He murmured teasingly before leaning down to steal another kiss from you.
“I actually have something other than your hands in mind right now…” Your gaze slipped away from his and dropped down between your bodies to where his cock hovered just above your pussy, close enough that you could feel the heat from him.
A smirk tugged at his mouth. “You’ll have that too.”
He lined himself up, the tip brushing your entrance as he rolled his hips slowly as if he was about to push into you at each roll. “How do you want it?”
“Hard,” you barely finished the word before he slammed into you in one smooth thrust, stretching you open completely, the sensation ripping a breathless cry from your throat. “Yes!”
Your hands flew to his back as he began to move, hard and deep, setting a punishing pace that left no room for anything but him. Your nails clawed down his skin as he drove into you again and again, each thrust stealing another thought from your head until there was nothing left but the feel of him buried inside you, filling you exactly the way you needed.
Your lips crashed back into his, the kiss turning feral almost instantly, deep and urgent, desperate, consuming, like neither of you could afford to pull away. Your mouths moved against each other passionately while you clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders.
A quiet whimper slipped from your throat into his mouth, barely more than a breath, and the sound he gave in response, a low, rough moan of approval, shot straight through you, and for a dizzying second you were certain that sound alone could make you come all over again.
Your hands pushed him back onto the mattress, your body following his as he rolled onto his back, never allowing his cock to slip out of you as you switched positions.
“I want to hear you again,” you purred against his lips before straightening slowly, giving him the full view.
“Make me,” he shot back, eyes dark, daring.
You answered by rolling your hips, slow at first, then deeper, just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. Your nails dragged lightly over his chest and down his abs as you moved again, the sensation pulling a sound from him as his head tipped back before his gaze snapped back to you, devouring the sight of you riding him like that.
His hands found your thighs, sliding up and down the length of them, then they moved back towards your ass, grabbing them as you bounced and rolled your hips together, the combined motion tearing your name from his throat in a broken moan.
“Fuck, don’t stop.”
The look on his face as he begged undid something inside you. You kept moving, relentless now, chasing the high you could feel building in both of you.
The trailer filled with the sounds neither of you seemed to be able to hold back, breathless moans and broken gasps echoing off the walls, and you could only hope its walls were thick enough to muffle the sounds you were making.
You felt it coming again, every roll of your hips hitting exactly where you needed it most and the feeling of him buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing had your legs shaking and muscles trembling as you braced your hands on either side of his head, grounding yourself as your orgasm overwhelmed you, stars bursting behind your eyes as you came apart over him.
You felt him fighting it as your body clenched around him, his grip now back on your hips almost bruising as he struggled for control.
His breath was ragged and teeth were clenched as a drop of sweat ran down his temple. You almost melted at the sight when you finally opened your eyes and saw him like that, all needy and wrecked underneath you, so you kept riding him just the way you knew it would make him lose it.
“Jesus,” he groaned as you moved again, voice strained. “Fuck, I’m…”
He lifted you off of him at the last second, a broken sound tearing from his chest as his release overtook him, long, hot spurts of cum painting his abs as he was now spent beneath you.
You rolled carefully off him and onto your side, the sheets twisted and damp beneath you, your body heavy in the best possible way.
The air smelled like sex, both of you slick with sweat, chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart still hammered in your ears, but the edge you were in when you first got inside that trailer had softened now, leaving behind that deep, boneless calm.
“God,” he muttered quietly, voice rough but lazy now. “I don’t think I’ve felt this relaxed in weeks.”
You smiled faintly, eyes fluttering shut as the exhaustion finally caught up with you. “Yeah,” you murmured. “I can barely keep my eyes open now.”
His thumb brushed absentmindedly along your side, slow and soothing. “Problem solved then.”
