This might be my favorite video of Ville ever AAAHGGG!!! The way his Finnish accent slips out for a second is so cute idk why. He’s a dog dad fr

i love long haired clean shaven bam <33

fem terms used!

he is such a sweetie pie !!!

you started off as friends

he’s always at your house, you’re always at his

every strange you met thought you were married. after a while, when you had to keep telling people you weren’t, it started to hurt your chest, and you just didn’t know why

sometimes johnny would be like “oh yeah, we’re high school sweethearts. been together since we were fifteen!” and it would twist your stomach

it was so obvious to everyone but you two that you were both so in love with each other

you were always at each other’s side, stuck like glue

everytime you would talk to another guy, he would look like a kicked puppy (as would you!)

eventually, one night at a bar, you were talking to steve-o outside

“y/n, listen. if you don’t screw him, i will.”

and you’re like ??????what??????

“you know who i’m talking about. seriously, it’s getting hard to watch”

GUESS WHO JUST HAPPENS TO WALK THROUGH THE DOOR!

steve yells “WOW Y/N I DIDNT KNOW YOU FELT SO STRONGLY ABOUT KNOX” and runs away

he looks at you like ???

and you say “i don’t know what he’s talking about!!!!!!!!!!”

he goes “oh” 😔😔😔

“well, you know, it’s not like i haven’t thought about it”

“yeah? i think about it all the time”

“yeah, me too”

steve’s cheering from around the corner

in the start of the relationship, he would NOT stop touching you

full on arm around your waist, shoulder, hips, CONSTANTLY

he still does! but now it’s more subtle.

he’s always got his hand on the small of your back or on your leg

calls you “darlin’”

LOVES WHEN YOU DO STUNTS!!!!

he makes tremaine check over how safe they can make it 100 times before you get involved

“if she gets hurt i’ll kick your ass tremaine”

and you’re like “johnny i’m literally fine i’m not in danger”

“i know, but i gotta make sure”

“whatever helps you sleep at night baby”

although he loves when you do stunts, he spends the whole time freaking out

he’s chewing on his nails or pacing around watching you

the second you finish the stunt, he takes it upon himself to do a full on injury evaluation

“you get any scratches? no burns or breaks? your head okay? oh god do you know what day it is?”

all that and all you did was ride a skateboard

if you don’t wanna get too involved, he always includes you somehow

whether it’s something in the background, or handling a camera, he wants you to be there somehow

the rest of the gang always try to include you as much as possible!

bam always suggests doing some skating stunts, but it makes johnny super nervous

even when he suggests teaching you some tricks, johnny’s always kinda hesitant

he does not trust that man’s supervision

if you go with bam, rest assured johnny will linger. he’s in the background somewhere

he always makes time for you. constantly.

he’s a very busy man, and he’d cancel on anything if it meant he could be with you

meeting at 6? nah he’d rather go sit on the couch and watch movies with you

whenever he gets hurt during a stunt, he always assures you that he’s okay

“aw i’m alright sweetheart, nothin’ but a scratch” and his collarbone is broken

you like to patch him up as best you can

you’re starting to think he’s getting hurt on purpose just so you baby him

“i’m alright honey, but if you wanna fix me up i guess it will help”

WHIPPED SO BAD!!!!!

a/n: these are so fun to write yayay

Ville Valo × Reader

One-shot | NSFW | Soft & Spicy Smut | Very Soft Ville

Helsinki, Finland (Young Ville in 2025)

(Ville’s bedroom, 5:40 a.m., dark sky, open window, cigarettes forgotten on the nightstand)

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“Ville,” you whisper, “I want to try something.”

He opens his eyes. Watches you for a beat, wary and flushed. “…Try?”

You nod, calm. But your cheeks heat slightly, just the tiniest glow. “I’ve never done it before. Ever. But… I want to.”

He stares. Not smug — stunned. You?

“You don’t have to,” he says quickly, voice thick. “I mean you’ve never—I don’t expect—”

“Ville” you whisper, eyes soft. You press your palm to his cheek. “I want to.”

A pause. His lips part. His breath catches.

Then—he nods. Shy. Almost nervous.

And you shift down the bed.

Your lips graze his stomach first. Light, reverent kisses.

Ville watches you, blinking slowly, as you unbuckle him. His eyes close as you take him into your mouth.His hand twitches at his side, gripping the sheets. The muscles in his thighs tense.

“Oh my God…” he whispers, voice already cracking. “You’re really—baby—”

As he's in your mouth you hum against him in response, looking up briefly, your lashes fluttering in the low light and he moans.

“Jesus Christ, that’s perfect.” His hips jolt slightly, but he’s trying so hard to stay still for you. “Your mouth… God, your mouth is heaven.”

Your fingers are curled around his hips now, steady, and you stay calm, focused, letting yourself learn him through feel. Every breath, every sound he gives you is a signal and Ville gives you everything.At the sight of him you just get wetter and wetter.

“Please don’t stop,” he gasps, his voice breaking on the last word. “Don’t stop, baby, that’s perfect—so warm, you’re so fuck.”.As you moan against him clearly enjoy it too.

He throws his head back. His throat exposed. His curls messy and sticking to his forehead.

His voice breaks again — a hitched sob caught in his throat — and it sounds like he’s on the verge of falling apart. His hands hover, unsure where to go. Then one of them finds your hair softly.

He’s trembling.

“My girl,” he whimpers. “So pretty so fucking pretty, baby”

Your name slips from his lips like a cry. And then another “Please—please—” — and he’s blinking so fast, his lashes wet.

His legs start to shake.

His back arches slightly, as if overwhelmed by the wave crashing through his body.He just can't take it as his hips start to rise and fall slowly,now moaning loud.

With each moan and movement of your mouth he's closer and closer. “Baby fuck—your mouth, you're gonna make me cum…”His fingers are trembling in your hair, voice breaking up in moans, like he’s trying to hold it together but failing fast.

“I can’t take it, I’m gonna lose it—”

His hips jerk, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising fast like he’s breathless from how much he feels.

His body’s trembling under your touch, breath stuttering, and he’s already so close it’s like he’s unraveling second by second.

“Baby—fuck" he gasps, voice cracking, and his fingers tighten in your hair like he’s trying to hold on, but it’s no use. “I’m gonna cum I can’t hold it—”

His back arches, hips stuttering helplessly as his whole body locks up.

“Oh my god baby, please—”

And then he’s falling apart completely, moaning out your name like a prayer, his voice all wrecked and raw and so gone, spilling into your mouth like he’s giving you every part of himself.

His thighs are shaking, breath broken and shallow, fingers still tangled in your hair as he rides it out, completely lost in you.

And even after, even while he’s panting, eyes barely open, he’s whispering, “You’re everything to me… fuck, I love you…”

You draw back slowly, kissing his stomach again, then his ribs. His hands reach for you like instinct, pulling you up to his chest. He’s still shaking. His cheeks are red, eyes glassy.

You settle on top of him lips meeting gently.

“I almost cried,” he admits, blinking up at you, stunned.

You smile, kissing his temple. “You looked like you were about to.”

He groans softly and hides his face in your neck, still breathless.

“You liked it?”

He lets out a ragged laugh. “Liked it? I think I saw fucking stars.”

You giggle softly, and run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper. “Mesmerizing. The prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

He actually whimpers at that, pulling you closer.

He murmurs. “You’ve never—how the hell was that your first time—what the hell…”

You just kiss his lips, slow and deep.

And then his forehead. His eyelids. His jaw.

Outside, the dark morning sky is still stretching itself out slowly, streaks of violet barely peeking through.

Ville Valo x Reader

One-shot | NSFW | Soft & Spicy Smut

Helsinki, November 2025 (Young Ville)

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The snow fell thick and silent outside Ville’s apartment, painting Helsinki in white, muffling the world to a soft hush. Inside, the low hum of an old record player spun a slow, melancholic tune, mingling with the scent of cedar and lingering smoke. The room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, shadows dancing across walls lined with books and memories.

Ville sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light casting soft shadows on his sharp features. His light eyes traced your form, calm but burning with something fierce beneath the surface. You wore his shirt, one shoulder bare, the soft fabric sliding teasingly down your arm.

He stood up and reached for you, hands steady, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. His touch was deliberate, gentle — like a sacred ritual. He peeled the fabric upward, revealing the curve of your ribs, the soft swell of your breasts. His palms cupped you, thumbs brushing over skin that shivered under his touch.

“You’re incredible,” Ville murmured, voice low, rough like smoked whiskey while he dragged you to his bed lying you down.

His hands slid the straps of your bra down your arms, fingers lingering on the heat left behind as the fabric slipped away. He leaned in, lips trailing kisses along your collarbone, down to the swell of your breast. His mouth was warm, slow — every kiss a promise “You’re so beautiful” he murmured under his breath as you given him a shy little smile.

You tilted your head back, letting him explore, your fingers threading through his hair as his hands mapped your body with reverence. The room pulsed with heat, the cold outside forgotten.

Ville’s mouth traced a path lower, leaving a trail of kisses. He kissed your stomach, then pressed soft, teasing kisses along your hipbones. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, gliding over your skin with delicate insistence. You gasped when his fingers slid between your thighs, warm and sure, coaxing shivers and quiet moans from your lips. She he pushed them in slowly. “You’re okay beautiful?” he said gently “Yes, baby” you said through your moans as he began to sped up and you began getting wetter.

He looked up at you, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Tell me what you want” he asked as he kept going at steady pace.

“I want you,” you whispered, voice trembling with need.

He smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Ville laid you back on the bed, his body covering yours like a shield. His lips found yours again, hungry and soft, his hands sliding over your back, hips, thighs. He paused, tracing the curve of your waist before pulling your sweater over your head.

You shivered as the cool air met your bare skin, but Ville’s hands were already there, warm and soothing. His fingers danced over your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you arch into him.

He tugged your bra off carefully, tossing it aside, then lowered himself, kissing a path down your neck, over your collarbone, and finally to the soft swell of your breast. His mouth was warm and wet, tongue flicking lightly, teeth grazing teasingly, making you shiver and gasp.

His hands slid lower, parting your thighs slowly, reverently. His breath ghosted over your most intimate places, warm and slow, as his fingers traced delicate, electric lines that made your whole body hum.

You arched your hips, wanting more, needing him inside you.

Ville smiled against your skin. “Patience,” he whispered, before sliding a finger inside you, slow and deep. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he moved with steady, worshipful rhythm.

He added another finger, curling them gently, finding your rhythm, matching your breaths. Your moans grew louder, filling the room with your need.

Finally, he looked up at you, eyes dark and fierce. “Ready?”

You nodded, desperate.

He positioned himself, and with one deep, slow motion, he entered you. You both gasped at the connection — raw, perfect, consuming.

Ville held you close, his hands gripping your hips as he moved with slow, aching rhythm. His lips found yours again, kissing you through every thrust, every gasp, every shudder.

His hips rolled deeper, harder, faster, chasing the heat rising between you. Your fingers clawed at his back, nails digging into muscle as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Ville groaned, voice ragged.

You cried out, hips rising to meet his, breath coming in short, broken bursts.

He kissed your neck, shoulder, whispering your name like a prayer, riding the edge of control and release.

The world narrowed to the sensation of his body moving with yours — hot, alive, urgent.

When you finally came undone beneath him, trembling and gasping, Ville followed moments later, groaning deep and low, pressing his forehead to yours.

The snow continued to fall outside, cold and relentless, but inside, wrapped in each other’s arms, you were warm. Safe. Home.

Ville kissed your temple softly. “Stay with me.”

Razorblade romance - him <3