#alexander skarsgard drabble

[halfway-happyyy]

The Girl

Friends, this piece is a bit naughty, so it’s under the cut. It’s also inspired by this ask: 

How he has always possessed the ability to know exactly what she needs without vocalizing it.

How all he must do to see how badly her body yearns for his, is to press his lips to the warm nape of her neck.

How all she has to utter is, “I need you…”

It's late when he arrives home for the evening; the scent of damp pavement from a recent storm floats in on the breeze from the open front door, and she drops her head back for a moment to breathe it in. Dinner is already long but forgotten; a plate of walnut-crusted trout (his own catch from a few weeks ago), blue cheese and bacon brussel sprouts, and roast potatoes sits on a rack in the oven under an all-encompassing warm setting. The flame from a candle wavers in the spring draft beneath her gaze and she sighs contentedly when she hears him enter the kitchen.

He sidles up behind her, his deft fingertips brush the hair back from her shoulder blade as he begins massaging her shoulders. His ministrations are firm- bordering on painful, but she stays rooted to the spot because she knows she'll feel all the better for it in the end. “You're carrying a lot of tension kid,” He murmurs, lowly. “Everything alright?”

She turns in his arms to face him, then. Blueish-violet circles grace the delicate space of skin beneath his beautiful azure eyes, speaking volumes of how much time he's spent on a film set the last few weeks. She fights the urge to trace a fingertip along the deepened creases next to his eyes, and drags a bottom lip between her teeth. She’s managed to keep the feelings at bay most of the day, but now that he's finally home- warm and hard and utterly alive beneath her touch- she is rendered entirely powerless. “I crave you, Alex…” It exits her mouth more strangled and embarrassingly desperate than she wants it to, but luckily for her, it seems to get the point across.

A barely audible noise exits his parted lips before he offers her one last look, and makes for the living room. He doesn't beckon her to follow him but she does regardless, and watches him take a seat in the plush, burgundy chair adjacent to their bay window.  Their home perches high above the city of Los Angeles, a myriad of lights twinkle before them like a starlight-woven tapestry. Alexander clears his throat and pats the top of his black, trouser-clad thigh. “Come here, and I'll see if I can give you what it is that you so desperately need…” She takes a seat atop his thigh; the soft material of his trousers is felt easily through the thread-bare cotton of her sundress. Levelling his piercing gaze with hers, he gives his head an almost imperceptible shake. “Now what's got you in such a state, hm?” He wraps an arm around her waist to secure her to his lap.

She swallows hard- opens her mouth to answer him but feels his fingertips on the soft skin of her knee and she shudders. They travel lazily up her thigh and he nods his head to encourage her forth.

“I had a dream about you last night. An inexplicably sexy one, and when I woke up this morning you had already left…”

Alexander clicks his tongue, pouting his pink lips up at her. “How unfair… will you share with me what your dream was about baby?”

A shadow falls over her features; she suddenly grows bashful and turns to bury her face in the hollow warmth of his neck.

A soft chuckle erupts from the base of his throat and he squeezes the tender skin of her inner thigh firmly and tries to press her on further. “Did I have my lips on you, gorgeous girl?”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth again and nods her head against him. “Yes…”

“Good girl. Did I make you feel good?”

She untucks her head from his neck to gaze at him, and he certainly doesn't miss the sudden burst of pink in her cheeks, or the way her heart thrums a little more wildly in her chest. “So good…” She whispers, earnestly.

She can feel his erection growing in the crotch of his trousers, how hard it swells beneath her thigh.

“And did you touch yourself at all today while I was gone?”

She shakes her head no, and it’s the honest truth.

His fingers travel farther up her thigh, and he groans when he notices her complete lack of panties. “Did you do this for me?”

And what she wants to say is, of course! But all she can manage is a meek nod of her head. He's close to the center of her hot, wet core now. One fingertip away from it, and the urge to grind down against him is overwhelming. He takes a deep breath and swipes the hardened pad of his fingertip over her slit, catches the moisture there and groans loudly at the notion of it. “So wet for me baby. Probably making a huge mess out of these pants, hm?” Her eyes fall shut as a desperate moan escapes her parted lips. Alexander sighs heavily at this and clicks his tongue. “This isn't going to work if your eyes are closed. You're going to be a good girl for me, and watch everything I'm about to do to you, hm?”

She concedes without fuss.

Alexander pushes two fingertips deep into her soaked cunt and leans in to take the velvet softness of her earlobe between his teeth. The fullness of his fingers inside of her, combined with the sensation of his stubble against her cheek; her earlobe as he gently suckles on it, has her trembling violently against him. He pulls away to blow a stream of cool air over her lobe, and admires the goosebumps that rise in patterns over her chest and neck. “How does this compare to your dream?” He smirks.

A breathless laugh escapes her lips and fans a lock of sandy blonde hair out of his eyes. “It doesn't.” She squirms above him as he begins to fuck her more aggressively. She resists the urge to close her eyes as her pleasure builds in her belly. “More,” She suddenly whimpers.

Alexander clicks his tongue, slows the movements of his fingers to an aching crawl. “I beg your pardon? Is that really any way to ask for what you want?”

She swallows hard and tries to grind herself against him, in dire need of more friction. “Please,” She whimpers breathlessly. “More please…”

Alexander hums against her. “I don't know if you can handle a third one, baby. I think it might just be too much for this sweet, little cunt of yours to take…”

“Please…” She whimpers again.

And he finally relents, pushing a third, thick digit into her hot, dripping wetness. His rhythm is lackadaisical at first; followed by a period of a sped-up tempo for a few seconds, with his long fingers hitting her spot every time. Her orgasm builds steadily in the pit of her tummy like a blaze gaining momentum. He can feel it in the way she clenches around him, can see it in the perspiration that blooms over every bare patch of skin on her body. And God, he wants her so bad…

“You're so close for me, sweet girl.” He purrs, softly. She nods her head; her gaze is utterly pleading and glassy and he simply assumes that this is just her looming orgasm taking its toll on her… but then the glass in her eyes turns to tears, which cascade down her flushed cheeks, and he fears for a moment, of coming apart on the spot. “Good girl…” He manages between groans, as he continues to fuck her without abandon. He has a strong hold on her, knows that if he loosens up even the slightest bit, that he'll lose her for good. “Let go for me sweet girl,” He whispers.

She tosses her head back as his words echo through her foggy brain. Her orgasm ripping through her, sending shockwaves of electric pleasure that exit her body in the form of ragged moans and breathless sobs. It takes her a while to recover from her high, but Alexander takes the extra time to wipe away the stray saltwater with the calloused pads of his thumbs. “I don’t think that's ever happened before…” she murmurs lowly, her voice utterly wrecked.

He wraps both of his arms around her protectively, grounding her damp, flushed frame to his, and rests his chin in the crook of her shoulder. The image of her coming apart beneath him plays on like a film in his mind, makes him even more dizzy with need for her than he already had been. He allows himself a deep, steadying breath, cuddling his face ever further into her. “I’m always learning something new about you, my beautiful girl.” A heavy, contented sigh follows in that statement's wake. “I have a feeling I be will until my last, rasping breath.” His brimming, unadulterated admiration for her causes her heart to swell with endless amounts of love.

[fics-not-tragedies]

KINKtober: Day 5

Yes, it’s time for my fav Swede boy 😏

KINK: Outdoor Sex ft. Alexander Skarsgard; As requested by: @penwieldingdreamer​​; Words: 216; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

Your skin was soft, warm, just a faint slick of sweat down your spine and he pushed his hand further under your shirt.

“Don’t you think someone might see us here?” You asked, giving him a look full of questions, but you let him push you against the nearest tree nonetheless.

“I’m not going to stop now, princess” he said, and fisted your shirt, pulling it above your head in one swift movement. When your shirt was finally yanked off, tossed somewhere in the long grass and out of sight, Alex let his mouth wander.

He started slowly at first, leaving gentle kitten-like licks all over your throat and right behind your ear where he nipped at your soft spot making you let out that pornstar moan of yours, the one that made his and yours knees weak: just a little sound with such an impact. Then his hot mouth moved to the side of your neck, licking and biting, making sure you’ll be marked properly.

“Alex, please…” you rasped, feeling how his hands squeezed your breasts through the lacy material of your bra.

“We’re in the middle of a forest princess, no one will see us in here, don’t worry…” he breathed into your ear before nipping at your earlobe.

“Just fuck me already, Alexander!”

[ill-skillsgard]

i just wanna make alex s mad and have him grab my face and hiss “keep acting like this and see what happens”

One of my all-time fave kinks is being in public and having Daddy get “calm-angry” at you. Like, Alexander has dragged you from store to store, making big purchases for himself. Maybe he bought you a smoothie or a cappuccino, but everything else is for him. New suit, new shoes, new cologne... He even made you wait around while he got his hair trimmed. You’re antsy, and bored, and frankly, feeling bratty as fuck. 

Even though Alexander looks better than the day you met him, you can’t mask your frustration. You’re in line, waiting for him to buy yet another designer tie, and you can’t stop from sighing.

There are two people ahead of you, and three behind. He hears one more impatient sigh, turns to you, and leans all the way over to clutch your jaw. It’s not a gentle tip of the chin, it’s a full-handed vice angling your face up. He gets close enough to kiss you, but seethes, “keep acting like this, and see what happens, brat.”

The gentleman in front of you definitely hears this and takes as big of a step forward as he possibly can without running into the first person in line. The patrons behind you start to whisper. Alexander unhands your face and turns away, angling his head to crack his neck.

Your ass is fucking done for.

[gustafsnightangel]

🥵🤤💙

@high-priestesss said: Do you remember that story you did of Addi when she’s in Alex’s apartment and she’s so cautious of everything? Yeah, I read that one and it INSPIRED me. Could you imagine, it’s a little later into the relationship, they’ve already started living together and Addi’s started slowly integrating some of her things. Maybe Alex suggests it, or maybe Addi does, but they decide to redecorate a little. Jump forward to when they are shopping, engaging in a little small talk when Addi sees it; a huge mirror and all she can think of is that scene in Basic Instincts when Sharon Stone is on top of Michael Douglas and he looks up at the ceiling where that huge mirror is while they engage in some spicy acts. Maybe the roles are switched and Alex is the one to see the mirror and thinks of that scene. Anyway, one of them could be sort of hesitant but they decide to purchase it and get it installed. All of that hesitance is gone when they have sex with it there for the first time. I can see Addi being the hesitant one but as soon as she sees Alex over her from that angle, sees her nails clawing at his back. I don’t know, but I’d love to see what you could come up with. So do with this what you will!

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Yes, that lovely little apartment fic was requested by @grandpa-sweaters, the hella talented writer.  And Friend, not only do I remember that scene, I remember the first time I watched Basic Instinct and within the first 2 minutes, my thought process was…. why am I turned o–WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. And don’t even get me started on the last 10 minutes of that movie.

I love this a lot because I personally love furniture stores. I will plop my ass in every single recliner, couch, daybed possible and lounge. I am the queen of lounging. Addi is too, isn’t she? Knows how to relax which is like the exact opposite of Alex, who doesn’t really know how to sit still. So while he’s power walking his way through Restoration Hardware, Addi is meandering through, trying out every cushion, running her hand over every textile. Her slowness is only tempered by the disgruntled, shocked noise that manages to escape every time she looks at a price tag. When the decision to move in together had been made, it had been done so they could get an apartment that was theirs, and not his that she was moving into. But that meant the blending of two aesthetics – one very minimalistic, and one very rustic. Restoration Hardware seemed to be the perfect fit, and Addi fought Alex the entire step of the way because she knew they’d leave only after taking a hit to their bank accounts. 

She heard him click his tongue at her and she went galloping to sidle up next to him, her hand drifting over the curve of his ass before swiftly moving up to his back. He nodded his chin toward something that warranted her attention, and when she gave it, she was taken aback to find he was mulling over a full-length mirror. Now – on any other occasion, maybe that was a nice decorative piece to round out a room. But on this occasion, they were there to look for essentials considering the moving company had not only gotten their move in day wrong, but had “temporarily misplaced” some of their larger items. As such, they’d been sleeping on a nest of pillows and blankets for the past couple days. Addi���s back was just about to permanently curve over like a question mark if they didn’t get real furniture soon. 

“Remember Basic Instinct?” Alex mumbled, ogling at the reflective glass with a wood frame, meant to be leaned up against a wall. 

Addi looked up at him, settling into his side, practically forcing him to wrap his arm around her. “Am I Sharon Stone or are you?”

“I think I am by default, right?” He squeezed her hip, “I don’t think you’ve ever used an ice pick.”

“We’ll take it,” Addi mocked and tugged on Alex’s hand to get him moving again. Preferably on something they could actually use… like a dining room table.

But somehow Addi was two glasses of wine deep, standing in an unfurnished New York apartment, staring at herself through this full-length mirror in their living room-slash-temporary bedroom. Alex crept in behind her and let his hands explore around her hips until they came together in the front, pressing up between her legs. He dipped his head toward her neck and imparted a nip to her skin.

“Alex, we needed a bed… a couch… maybe a couple kitchen chairs…” she fought back a moan when he seemed to punctuate her comments with harder presses against her core. “What’re we gonna do with this mirror?”

He raised up and set his chin on top of her head. Through the mirror, he watched as he slid his hands up and dipped one beneath the confines of her tight jeans. “We’re gonna fuck in front of it,”

“Al–” she tried to tug his hand out of her pants but he wasn’t in the mood to play along. 

He fought against her and with extreme skill and strength, managed to trap her wrists behind her back with one hand and simultaneously inched her forward until her cheek was pressed against the mirror. “Don’t make me tie these pretty little wrists up.” He kissed the back of her head and dropped his crotch forward against her ass, rubbing himself against her, “are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”

She exhaled, “Yessir,”

A smirk. “And are you going to watch how sexy you look when you’re getting fucked?” He made eye contact with her through the mirror.

A small, begging whimper passed her lips, “yes, daddy. Please,”

Alex chuckled to himself and placed her hands against the mirror, knowing she’d keep them there while he moved on to push her pants to her ankles. “Oh, my little girl is so polite now,” he tugged her thong out of the way. “Please, what?”

She opened her mouth to answer him, but Alex intercepted her by shoving two of his fingers in her mouth. Her lips instinctively closed, actively sucking on them, body writhing against him. Only when he pulled his fingers from her mouth, did she think she could answer. But even that was cut off because Alex pressed his wet digits to her clit. Her knees buckled and she fell a little tighter to the glass.

“Please what?” He tapped on her clit until she pushed off from the mirror and held herself up. When he began to tease her sensitive bundle with gentle circles, he felt her legs start shaking again.

“Please fuck me,” she whined and clawed back at Alex’s hip, but he was quick to reprimand and replaced her hand against the glass again.

“You can do better than that,” he trailed his fingers along her slit until they found entrance and sunk into her. “Please, what?”

Addi’s eyes squeezed shut in the same moment she ground her ass back against his crotch, practically begging for something a little more substantial than his fingers. “Please fuck me like a whore, daddy,”

“Hm? I couldn’t hear you,”

She growled. An animalistic sound that ruminated from her gut, trailed up her throat and found an exit through her mouth. He curled his fingers forward and stroked her gspot. “You’re a fucking dick,”

Alex smiled and clicked his tongue, “that’s no way to speak to your daddy.” Just to prove his point, he stroked her a little more delicately… a little deeper… just how she liked it. Her legs trembled again, this time to the point of full collapse had it not been for Alex’s body… and the way he lifted his free hand to her neck and gave it a squeeze. “Say it again for me,”

She was panting now, barely able to hold her own weight up. “I want you to fuck me like a whore! Please, I need you inside me,”

He removed one hand from her so he could rid himself of his pants. They were pushed to his ankles unceremoniously and his underwear was only moved as much was necessary for the task at hand. He looked down between them, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he lined himself up with her, then flicked his gaze back up through the mirror. “Well there’s no need to beg, sweetheart,”

The noise that was emitted from her mouth was inhuman. Made more inhuman when Alex pressed into her. Oh how she wanted to fight and argue but the strength and ferocity for that was being expelled with each thrust deeper. The only fight she has left in her is to clench her muscles around his shaft – which at this point is happening whether she tries or not. Her body’s in sensory overload thanks to the visuals she’s getting through the mirror. It’s one thing to hear the pleasured moans and grunts spilling through gritted teeth. But it’s another thing entirely to bear witness to the way his eyebrows furrow… the way his jaw slackens and drops open… the way his fingers curl around the nape of her neck, switching from skin to hair for an aggressive tug.

The mirror’s giving her a chance to see all these micro-adjustments in his body that she normally doesn’t get to notice from her usual vantage points. His body responds to hers more acutely than she was aware of. For every tremble and tightening she experiences, Alex’s body has a reaction. Be it his hips faltering momentarily or the sinewy muscle of his shoulders rippling and flexing. Even his eyes. When they manage to make eye contact through the mirror again, his usual glassy blue orbs look nearly black; his pupils being so blown out and dilated by lust.

Gah, I SQUEEEEE 🥵

[indefiniteimagines]

DADDIES

Pablo Schreiber

Chris Evans

Alexander Skarsgård

[skarsgard-daydreams]

You used to joke that you became a vampire whenever you had a migraine, but that was before you met Eric Northman. He knows that something is wrong when he rises from his coffin after sundown and you're not there to kiss him and tell him he needs more beauty sleep. He finds you curled up in a ball of pain with the light tight curtains sealing off the window in your bedroom. "Pam, get Dr. Ludwig," he says to the other vampire watching from the doorway, her brows furrowed with uncharacteristic concern. There was a time when Eric would have tried to heal you, but he's learned that the neurological storms that strike you down are powerful enough to resist whatever ancient magic lies dormant in his blood. He kneels beside the bed and brushes his fingertips over your hair, pushing it out of your face. "I'm here, pet," he says softly. Your eyes flutter open, your gaze drifting over his worried features. You stretch out your hand toward him and he takes it in his, kissing your palm with a solemn reverence before getting into bed and gathering you into his arms. You tuck your head against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent—something cool and salty and fresh, like the wind off the Baltic sea. "Why didn't you wake me?" he murmurs into your hair. The thought had crossed your mind, but you know if you had crept down into the basement and crawled into his coffin he wouldn't have rested until you were well again. "I didn't want to interrupt your beauty sleep," you tell him. Eric chuckles quietly. "I should have known. You only love me for my looks." You smile despite the pain and close your eyes as he strokes your hair. "And your money."

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #22 - The in-laws

We move forward in our long list of drabbles and now I propose “the in-laws”, asked by anon 🤩 I was inspire so it went quick to write it. Thank you so much for you reads and likes on the previews writings, I hope you’ll enjoy this one ❤️

Summary : You are dating Alexander for a moment now and the critical moment of the presentation with your family has arrived. Something you absolutely hate. But this traditional visit will be more exciting than you expected...

Pairing : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader

Warnings : fluff and naughty smut ! 

Tag list : @katerka88​ ; @bonnieelizabethparker​ ; @kata1803​

In theory, people like to visit their family and siblings, spend time and celebrate important celebrations like weddings, anniversaries with them...Normally. You are the absolute opposite. You hate everything that involves your mother, your father and the rest of the team. You dislike them so much that you don't even talk about them or even mention their existence. In fact, this is really sad but this isn’t really your fault. And it hasn't been like that all the time...

There was a time when everything was fine. From your birth till your 10th years approximately. Your parents absolutely loved you and treated you like the most precious treasure in the world. But at those ages, you are to young to understand. When you became a teenager, things started to become clearer. They wanted you to be like them and you refused the idea. It meant being haughty, arrogant, venal and so on. Your father, a famous surgeon, had some important contacts in politics and so, they considered themselves as some sort of aristocrats. During high school, they sent you in a private college, full of moneyed young man and girls and it was terrible. You were constantly fighting with them and after school, with your parents. Your brother and your sister, on the other hand, accepted to be like them. You really were the ugly duckling in that story.

Things have changed when you arrived at University in New-York. At the age of 18, you sent flying them, their stupid rules, stupid life and you promised yourself to never become like them. Never. You moved in NY, got graduated and you enjoy your life. Until that day when you received this horrible invitation...

“Oh no...”, you have said as recognizing the writing and the address. Busy at cooking the dinner, Alexander heard your exclamation and asked what was happening. He turned around, his finger cover with tomato sauce, and face you. 

“This means hell”, you replied as showing him the letter. You sat at the kitchen table and opened the enveloppe. You discovered some sort of an announcement, well done with beautiful scriptures and drawings. After your graduation, your parents tried to reconnect and you accepted, unwillingly, but mostly to avoid quarrels. And you didn’t want to be embittered, like them. But you accepted a phone call each month not invitations and stuffs like that.  Intrigued by your silence, Alexander left the saucepans for a moment to come closer, behind you. He read the letter, over your shoulder. You felt his presence and sighed.

“I guess we have to accept...”, he whispered as finishing to read. You posed the invitation and put your head in your hands. Alex’s hands caressing your back gave you a bit of comfort. 

“Yes...I’m afraid we can't refuse this time...”. 

And so this is how you crossed the states to present Alexander to your parents. You two discussed a long time about the pros and cons of this encounter but you concluded that it would be very impolite to refuse and it would mostly start a war. Something you don’t want to. During the ride, you couldn’t stop touching your engagement ring, lost in your thoughts. How did they discover that Alexander proposed you ? You wanted to tell them the news later, when the wedding would be done, if possible. Then there wouldn’t be this official encounter they organized this weekend. 

Alexander noticed your worried face and take your hand in his to put a sweet kiss on it. He also looks proudly at the ring he bought a few weeks ago. He knows how difficult this encounter will be for you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. It will be alright. I’ll be there”, he says after a second kiss on your palm. You look at him and smile, happy. This kind of moments really confirme you that you have chosen the man of your life. 

After four hours of driving through landscapes and mountains, you finally arrived at your childhood’s town. You don’t come here more often so you quickly detect what’s new and what disappeared. The sat nav guides you to your family’s manor, out of the city. Alex parks the car behind you father’s luxuries cars, turns off the car and you both stay quiet, looking at the house you always hated. 

“Wow...”, exclaims Alex after a moment. The front door opens and your parents appear on the porch, dressed up like if they were going to a wedding. They looked happy to see you, or at least, they were good actors. 

“Let’s go”, you sigh, taking a deep breath. You both get out of the car, waving a “hello” while Alexander quickly goes to the boot to take the bags. You parents invited you for a weekend of course. As if that weren't enough...Together, you walk to the entry, hand in hand. Quickly, you introduce your fiance when a maid sneaks in to take your bags inside. Alexander frowns, surprised, and gives it to her even if he wanted to refuse. He’s not really used to this kind of manners...

“Come in”, says your mother who, in passing, doesn’t hesitate to give some comments about your hair and your dress. And so it begins...You pretend you didn’t hear as you enter into the living room. Alexander looks everywhere, probably shocked by the ancient decoration and the stupid animal’s heads your father hanged proudly on the wall. 

“Are you a fan of hunting Mister...?”, starts your father as coming closer to Alex who was admiring, probably to be polite, the trophies. 

“Oh my name’s Skarsgård...but you can call me Alexander sir. Not really a fan, I prefer to walk into the nature than to destroy it”, he answers back and you chuckle, seeing your father frowning. Your parents will probably say that your fiancé his impolite but you don’t care. It amuse you more than anything else. 

During the aperitif, they ask polite questions about him, his family and his job. You see them gulp a couple of few times, mainly when Alex explained that he was a famous actor. A little corner pride smile crosses your face but you hide it behind your glass. You could still hear your mother recommended you to marry a doctor, a surgeon or a politician. “Someone with a good situation”, she had said at that time. 

For the dinner, Maria, the cook, prepared one of your favorite meal. Christmas was coming so she decided to cook a turkey, with a white wine sauce and seasonal vegetables. Many times, Alex praised the meal, the wine, the house,...and you are proud to see that he was doing his best to appear as a good son-in-law. While eating, you take a moment to observe your parent’s reaction so far. And you can undoubtedly say that your father was more open-minded than your mother. He was asking questions about his origins and seemed to like the fact that he was from Scandinavia which is famous for many good reasons. On the contrary, your mother didn't say anything else since the aperitif and kept her lips pursed since then. She was fulminating and you found it amusing.

A delicious dessert followed the dinner. Completely full, you push away your plate, refusing a last wine glass. You almost spent the entire afternoon to eat and drink and you really had enough. By your side, Alexander looked fine, he was used to eat more quantities than you do. After all, he is taller.

Before letting you go upstairs to settle your stuffs, your father proposes a little glass of alcohol to Alex and he gladly accepts. Here we go. They were doing this all the time. Your father will certainly talk to him about you, asks questions about his intentions and engagements towards you. And in the meantime, your mother will talk to you about her reticences. Something she did ten minutes later when you were alone in your teenage room, busy to unpack your things from your bags. Alexander was still in your father’s office and you really hope that he wouldn’t put him off.

“Don’t even try...”, you warn your mother when you catch her waiting at the door frame. She was about to open her mouth. 

“I’m sorry (X/Y) but this guy isn’t made for you. An actor, can you believe it! You could have choose an American at least, not some sort of European”, she exclaims, rising her hands in the air. You sigh and pretend you didn’t hear anything. 

“He’s Swedish mom, he’s Scandinavian”, you correct, looking furiously at her. 

“That’s what I said, he’s a stranger! I don’t want to see my daughter marrying a stranger. He’s not even coming from a famous or noble family. I’m against this union (X/Y). I hope you hear me”.

“Yeah, yeah”, you answer, only half listening to her stupid ideas. It was more serious than you thought. She was deeply crazy. 

“(X/Y) ! Listen to me. I won’t let you ruined your life. You already ruined your career but this time, I will be there to be against your decision to marry that guy”. You don’t let her finish and turn around violently to face her.

“I’m gonna marry Alexander, whether you like it or not. And know what mom ? He might be a “stranger” as you said, but he’s the most respectable people I know on this earth. You are not half the person he is and you’ll never be. So now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to do than to listen to your shit”. All your angry and frustration just went out. It had to happen, she was looking for fight since your arrival. Your mother looks at you, completely shocked. Nobody never dared to talk to her like you did but you don’t care. She closes her mouth and turns around, leaving you alone. She bumps into Alexander on the landing but she doesn’t say anything. When he comes into the room, you tell him all the story and so he does too...

*

3 AM. You sigh as turning you head. You can’t fall asleep and it starts to bother you. If only you could sleep, then the hours will flies and this weekend will be quickly over. Unfortunately, your body and your mind have other plans...Besides you, Alex is deeply asleep. You can tell by the way he breathe, his body going up and down very slowly. 

15 minutes later, your eyes are still wide open. You tried many things to help you like thinking about pleasant things, trying to plan some previous things for the wedding but it didn’t work. Frustrated, you get up and go down in the kitchen to drink a glass of hot milk. Sometimes it helps. At least, you hope so. Silently, you use the staircase, paying attention to where you put your foot cause you don’t want to awake your mother. Once in the kitchen, no need to turn on the lights, the moonlight is enough bright. 

The kitchen didn’t change much in 10 years. Memories of you, eating the delicious cakes that Maria was making secretly for you after school, crosse your mind. A smile even appear on your face. It was the good old days in this house...Sill in the dark, you open the fridge, take the milk and grab a clean glass. You put it in the microwave and wait. The alarm resounds announcing that the milk is ready. The hot liquid flows into your throat and warms you up. 

“Baby, are you alright ?”, says a sleepy voice behind you. You jump as turning around, scared, and almost spill your milk on you and the ground. Alexander, standing at the doorframe, only wearing his boxer, apologize himself.

“Hush...”, you warn him as taking a napkin to clean the mess, “they could hear us. I don’t want to have an other discussion with my mother”. 

“Ok”, he answers back as coming closer to help you. “What’s wrong ? Are you feeling sick ?”.

“No, I’m alright. I just couldn’t sleep. I thought that hot milk could help me”, you explain as taking another sip. You show him the glass, to propose him, and he accepts a sip too. You finish the drink in silence and pose the empty glass in the sink.

“Why can’t you sleep ?”.

“I don’t know”, you sigh as coming in front of him. “I think I’m too irritate because of this...being here, my mom, the discussion we had earlier, and...”.

“Hey...come here...You need to relax love”, he says as turning your body so as to have your back to him. His hands immediately starts to massage your shoulder and you let escape a moan. 

“This is good...”, you whisper as leaning your head forward, enjoying this. For some minutes, Alexander pursues his massage until he comes closer, sucking his body to yours. You shiver when you feel his fingers move apart your hair and his lips on your neck. He knows how much this drive you completely crazy. 

“Alex...”, you whisper but he doesn’t answer. He continues his kiss, his pelvis moving slowly against your bottom. “Alex...”. Still no answer but his hands leaves your shoulder to grab the edges of your very short nightie. 

“Alex...”, you say again, a bit louder this time. 

“Don’t you like it...?”, he says in Swedish. The little bastard also knows how it excites you when he speaks in his native tongue, with his sexy accent. No need a translation to understand what he said. 

“We can’t do...that here”. His hands are now riding up your nightie and caressing the outlines of your ass. You can also feel his member, growning hard, against your back. 

“Why not ?”, impatient you turn round, wrap your arms around his neck and capture his lips for a passionate kiss. His hands leaves your bottom for a moment to take place on your low back.

“This is my parent’s kitchen...”, you reply after breaking the kiss. You stay a moment like that, in each other arms, quiet.

“Well...this could be a good way to take your revenge. Don’t you think ?”. You frown, thinking about this idea. If ever your mother discover it, she would be so upset and angry that you surprinsingly find this idea excellent and exciting. The idea of maybe being caught...You rest your hands on the base of his neck to ask him to lower his head. You kiss him again, harder this time, forcing your tongue to meet his. 

“I take that as a yes...”, he whispers against your lips as gliding his hands along your body, until your bottom. You understand that it is time to jump in his arms. Easily, Alex carries you to the little table situated right next to the kitchen until you sit on it. Then your moves start to become faster and more hurries. You don’t have plenty hours to think or to take your time. It has to be fast and good. 

You open your legs to let Alex come closer. You feel his hard member hitting your intimacy through the fabric and it provokes a good sensation. His kisses leave your lips for your neck, your collarbones as his hands remove your nightie to expose your pussy. You are completely naked under it.

“I love so much this nightie on you...”, he whispers against your skin as he makes you fall over a little bit, to have a god access. Your hands leaves his neck and you quickly find your way to the waistband of his boxer, touching his hard dick through the fabric. Alex moans and in one go, you remove it, exposing his member, proudly erected. He glides his fingers until your wet core and notices how wet your are.

“I knew it would turn you on...”, he jokes as guiding two fingers into you. You moan, holding your scream. When he’s that you are ready, he removes his fingers and pulls down his boxer to be free. Getting ready, you fall over on your lower back, opening your legs as much as possible. 

Alex takes his member in one hand, splits on the other to cover it and slowly guides it in you. In one go, he pushes further, making your cry of pleasure in silence. When he feels that your are ready, he starts to move, in and out, in a regular pace. You gets up a little bit, enough for wrapping your arms around his neck again. And so Alex’s hands leave your hips for your back to keep you into his arms. 

“Oh god...”, he whispers into your ear, feeling your wetness and heat all around his member. His pushes become harder, hitting your spot immediately due to the angle. You bite his shoulder, holding yourself from crying out loud. You hear him laugh, in pure ecstasy as he speeds up his movements into you. Luckily, you succeed to stay quiet and there no sound in the kitchen except your two sweat bodies hitting. 

“I’m close...”, you whisper as holding him tight to prevent you from falling. No need to say it twice, Alex takes it as a code to accelerate the rhythm until you just cum all over him. And 3 minutes later, it happens. In one last push, you feel the pleasure exploding into your lower belly and crossing your body. 

You bite your wrist to not scream his name and when you feel that Alex is close to have his orgasm too, you take his lips to kiss him, to muffle his masculine moans. You feel his hot seed spreading in you while you recover from your orgasm. 

“I love you...”, Alex says, breathless, as taking your hand in his hands to kiss you.

“I love you too...”, you reply after a couple of minutes of cuddling. “We should go back upstairs and try to get some sleep”, 

“What a good idea, naughty girl”, Alex says, with a mocking smirk. You open your mouth, pretending to be shocked and gently tap him on his shoulder.

“You are the one who corrupted me, naughty son-in-law!”. You both laugh in silence. You quickly put your nightie back on and so Alex does the same with his boxer. Cautiously, you go back to your room with a proud smile on your lips. This visit was more exciting than you expected it to be... 

[angelkurenai]

Let’s sum things up, from our Bill week, ft. Alexander:

Bill Skarsgard Imagines/One-shots

Imagine running into Bill when you go for a swim in the lake at night.

Imagine Bill having an interview but getting distracted by you when you walk past him.

Imagine going on a road trip with Bill on your first anniversary and him having a surprise for you.

Imagine being a famour actress and dating Bill for a very long time in secret until, during a live stream, he suddenly appears and reveals you are living together.

Imagine Bill rambling about you during interviews and admitting you are his celebrity crush, excited when you go to the premiere of his new movie, not knowing you feel the same and are watching the interview.

Imagine Dean being jealous of your crush on Bill Skarsgard.

Imagine you and Bill letting it slip you are pregnant with twins during an interview.

Bill Skarsgard Long One-shots

Natural - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Part 1

Truly want - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Dirty secret - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Boys - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Ten minutes - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Alexander Imagines/One-shots

Imagine Alexander saying he wants to have a big family, with more children than his father, with you in an interview and trying to convince you about it.

Alexander Long One-shots

Golden couple - Alexander Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Surprises - Alexander Skarsgard  x Reader

One-Shot

Thank you for your honesty - Alexander Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Christmas Writing Event

Author's Note: Hi guys! Just for some background, as an all round lover of Christmas, and because its the third one I'll spend with this wee little blog, it seemed like a fun idea to run a special something to celebrate those two things. This has nothing to to with the traditional Twelve Days of Christmas song/rhyme, it's just a fun little thing being run on the twelve days leading up to Christmas.

Below the cut, you'll find a prompt list with twelve (12) prompts. All prompts will get a drabble (or maybe a longer fic depending on the flow and how much time I have) and you, the reader, will have the opportunity request a prompt with a specific person/character.

Guidelines and prompts below

Guidelines

-Because of how few prompts there are, and because this is the first time around for this event, there will only be one (1) prompt per request and one (1) request per person. I.e- one person, via ask or private message, can request only one prompt with a figure from the specified list.

-Any particular prompt can only be requested/written once.

-Prompt requests must be submitted before December 14th, when posting begins to facilitate writing.

-Drabbles/short fics will be posted solely in the order they're written in, not in the order that the prompts are listed in.

-One dabble/short fic will be posted daily, from the 14th of December until the 25th December.

-Red and green color coded prompts indicate 2 person dialogue (but they are still one prompt)

-Prompts can be requested for the following actors/characters Keanu Reeves John Wick Alexander Skarsgard Cillian Murphy Thomas Shelby Bruce Wayne (film versions)

-Finally, all prompts will be written, a request simply allows a reader to chose who the prompt is written on. Fluff/ansgt/smut can also be specified by the requester.

-While it is not the main focus of this writing event, other writers are welcome to use these prompts, just please tag me using @fortheloveoffanfic.

-All prompts were written by me, therefore reblogs are appreciated but please do not repost

Prompts (all are original)

1. "Doesn't matter where I go, I'll always come home to you for Christmas."

2. "I love Christmas!" "I can tell."

3. "You might be the hottest elf I've ever met." "You've met other elves?" requested by penweildingdreamer with Alexander Skarsgard

4. "I don't think I've ever had a better Christmas, and none of this would've be possible if it weren't for you."

5. "Mistletoe, means you have to kiss me." "That's parsley." "Close enough." requested by green-day-fangirl with Thomas Shelby

6. "Spend Christmas with me? And then every other day for the rest of our lives?"

7. "Is it weird for you that we're not spending Christmas together?" "It's weird…..and it hurts."

8. "Can we just pretend that everything's okay? Just for the holidays. We can go back to the way things were afterwards." "What if I don't wanna go back to that? To the way things were, I mean."

9. "This isn't a movie, you can't just come here and expect everything to be okay just because its the holidays." "I'm not here because I'm expecting everything to be okay. I'm here because I miss you, and I love you, and I'm sorry."

10. "It's a beautiful day!" "It's fucking freezing." "That's why it's beautiful."

11. "I've never made sugar cookies. This is a disaster!" "Well, at least you look cute in that apron."

12. "This might be the best Christmas present I've ever gotten."

[halfway-happyyy]

Bright Eyes

AN: hello friends! this is a little something i came up with using this lovely moodboard by the ever-talented @flowers-in-your-hayr . this is also in celebration of her hitting 650+ followers! congratulations my dear, you are a light and deserve all of the love.

warnings: this piece is under the cut because it delves heavily into pregnancy and babies!

The changes were somewhat slow to note in the beginning.

There had been intense morning sickness throughout the first trimester; nausea on a level she had never fathomed before. It had been so terrible that some days the only task she could muster successfully was peeling herself from her duvet to stand beneath a near-scalding shower, arms braced against the glossy, tiled walls and chest heaving under the duress of the waves roiling deep in her belly.

Sleep, when she could come by it, was an absolute reprieve that came fast and all-consuming for her.

And then one morning- a couple of weeks shy of her third trimester, she had been standing naked and dripping in front of the fogged mirror in their on-suite washroom, when she noticed as if for the first time, the burgeoning bump of her belly. She watched the rounded curve of the life form growing inside of her with a hungry, fascinated gaze.

“Good morning baby,” Alexander had appeared behind her suddenly, his warm hands reaching around her front to caress the growing bump. He dropped to his knees to press a series of tender kisses to the taut skin there. “You be kind to your mama today, hm? She's been having a bit of a rough go of it lately…” Rising to stand, he reached for the stick of Shea butter balm, removed the cap, and began to roll it over her stomach in soothing circles. She had grown self-conscious of the opaque lines that had started to grow on her belly in the months leading up to their child's birth but he remained steadfast in his utter adoration and admiration for her and what her body was doing for them, regardless. “How are you feeling today, gorgeous girl?”

She had considered the question carefully; mulled over each possible answer in her mind and sighed softly, opting for the truth. “I'm tired today, Alex.” And she was. She had known that they were approaching the tail-end of this whirlwind adventure. Knew that in the next few months their baby would be earth-side with them, knew in her heart how quickly time would pass until then.

He smiled down at her, his azure blue eyes glassy and utterly empathetic. “I'm sure you are. I have two meetings in the city today, and then I'm all yours for the next couple of weeks. What do you say we grab dinner out tonight?”

A small sigh of relief before her lips curved up into a half smile. “I'd say you got yourself a date, Skarsgård.”

And then there was the moment she had woken up from a dead sleep three weeks before she gave birth. A slick sheen of perspiration covered every square inch of her body as she fought for a proper breath, and Alexander- bless his heart, in his sleep-heavy state had assumed that this was it. He had leapt out of bed, hand poised around the leather handle of the diaper bag next to his night side table. It, of course, wasn't it- rather she had been the victim of a nightmare of such terror that she could not begin to explain, or quantify, but that had shaken her to her very core. She was gripped with a fear the likes of which she had never felt before or since. It was a palpable, ugly thing that sidled itself inside her chest and caused tears to rush in rivers down her cheeks. All Alexander could do was hold her tight and rock her until the heaving stopped, the seemingly bottomless well of saltwater behind her eyes dry for the time being.

“What on earth is going on, kid?”

She had taken a deep breath, her eyes felt as if someone had dried them with sheets of sandpaper. “I'm scared, Alex.”

He clicked his tongue and held her ever tighter to his chest. “Of course you are. Of course you are. That's completely normal, my love.”

She trembled violently beneath him. “I need to feel like I'm not going to fuck this child up somehow… I need to know I'm going to be okay at this.”

Alexander pressed his lips to her temple, his warm breath as it fanned out over her face helped to quell her panic somewhat. “You're going to be okay at this,” He rubbed reassuring circles into the small of her back. “We're going to be okay at this. Together. We're going to make mistakes- that's a given. But there’s no way this child won't know love. Because it lives right here with us.”

One Monday morning, about a week prior to giving birth, she had found herself admiring the finishing touches to their nursery. A wooden rocking chair- possibly her most favourite part of the room, stood unsuspecting in the corner next to the open window. It was cracked to help the heady scent of fresh paint dissipate and she held her arms a little tighter to herself to ward off the early morning May breeze. A brand-new bookshelf was already chockful with material- titles ranging anywhere from The Very Hungry Caterpillar, to Where the Wild Things Are, to The Little Book of Fika- stood next to the rocking chair. Adorning the top of the shelf were photographs from their maternity shoot, some framed sonograms and a bear-shaped lamp. The walls had been washed in a soft beige, with Alexander insisting on some kind of fun decal- a tall tree and a rainbow helped to spruce up the adjacent accent wall. The whimsical plush animals of their baby’s mobile swayed gently in the breeze and she smiled to herself again. Reaching for the radio next to the crib, she flicked it on and braced herself against the wooden railing to stretch. Everybody Wants to Rule the World had come on and she dropped her head back and began to dance to the calming sway of the song. Regrettably, she hadn’t done much of it all during her pregnancy, but it felt necessary and wonderful to be as connected as possible to the little light inside of her before they were separated for good.

“Whatcha doing there, mama?”

Not noticing her sudden company until he had made himself known, she splayed her hands around her bump and beamed up at Alexander from his perch in the doorway. “I’m dancing this baby out, papa.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Her smile grew tenfold. “We’d love that.”

Alexander closed the short distance and wrapped himself around her; the velvet-soft rust coloured sweater that he had chosen for the day reminded her of the miniscule onesie tucked away in the dresser a few feet away. She leaned into his touch, letting his embrace warm the pair of them wholly. “Are you ready?” She murmured, after a while.

“Not even remotely,” He confirmed. “But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

Their baby girl arrived early in the morning of the twenty-first of May. At about six pounds thirteen ounces, she was almost incomprehensively small but easily the most beautiful creature they had ever laid eyes on. She fit nearly perfectly in the palm of Alexander’s hands and came complete with ten miniscule fingers and toes. Her eyes, when they were open, were a breathtaking hue of blue- one of the countless things her papa had bestowed her. A name had been elusive to them until they were in the comfort of their own home, her tiny frame swallowed up by an expert swaddle, and tucked easily inside the crook of Alexander’s forearm. “Well, what do you think kid?” He peered down at her, his eyes tired, but alight with a fire she had become familiar with in the days after their baby's arrival.

“I think it’s a beautiful name, Alex.”

He cleared his throat and blinked back a couple of tears as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter. “Welcome to the world, Maja Elizabeth Skarsgård. We love you endlessly already.”

And he had been right all along, of course.

It was never going to be easy and sleep was never going to be readily available again. They were going to screw up somewhere down the line. But to be blissfully hopeful for the future and for their family was easy- because love lived there.

[fics-not-tragedies]

KINKtober: Day 29

My fav Swede 😏

KINK: Mile High Club ft. Alexander Skarsgard; As requested by: @penwieldingdreamer​; Words: 391; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

The first class cabin was quiet save for the roar of air around the plane. You’ve been up in the air for two hours, and you could feel how your eyes in the back of your head were turning bloodshot from all of the tension. Your head was aching, and in an attempt to soothe the pressure on your temples you reached back and pulled the elastic out of your hair, releasing the ponytail and sending your hair tumbling in loose waves over your shoulders.

“We need to use the bathroom,” you whispered, voice choked.

“I think you mean you, baby.”

Opening your eyes again, you fixed him with a remarkably clear gaze, only slightly bloodshot, “No, Alex,” you murmured. “I mean we.”

Alexander let you go first, although he didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

You slammed him against the wall immediately, your face buried in his throat. “What took you so long?” you panted, as your fingers yanked at the hem of his shirt.

Alex closed his eyes, letting his arms dangle as you pushed his shirt up and ran your hands over his chest. “I got caught in a crash with the drinks cart,” he told you, moaning softly as your hot mouth covered his left nipple. “Fuck, baby…”

There’s next to no room to maneuver in the small space, but you’re flexible enough. Somehow you got his sweatshirt off and your own t-shirt and mini-skirt followed it right away. To Alex’s amusement, you were wearing Care Bear panties. “Taking the good girl vibe a bit far, aren’t you, baby?” He murmured, leaning forward to nuzzle your hair as your hands tear at the fly of his jeans.

“I can be a good girl,” you argued, managing to unzip his fly and shoving his jeans down his legs. Straightening up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and purred, “Very good, in fact.”

“Mmm, the best.” He darted out his tongue to taste your lips and heard you whimper in response. “What got you so wound up, sweetie?” His hand smooths down your back, lifting you up to perch on the edge of the sink.

“Isn’t it enough that I want you?” You capture his mouth again as your fingers hook into his boxers, pushing them down his legs.

“It’s always enough, baby,” Alex rasped.

[shhhhhskars]

living with alexander would include..

alex waking up to cook you a big breakfast when you’re hung over.

going on late night drives.

heavy, pressing make out sessions before bed.

him waking up before you on sundays. you waking up to him cleaning the house with soft music playing and...is he humming?

he actually likes to do laundry. and he takes great pride in choosing your fabric softener.

him throwing you one of his shirts after you both get out of the shower, because he likes to see you in them.

big dinners at stellan’s house and holiday parties. they’re never over the top but always extremely well put together and a rush.

(you’re convinced you meet at least five new family members at each party, hands down, everytime)

video chatting and random facetime conversations when he’s away filming. you miss him more than you can imagine but he always reminds you that closeness is never about proximity.

[ill-skillsgard]

do you have any writing with alexander s in it??? would love to read

I have written very little for Alexander, unfortunately. I don't particularly fancy him, although I appreciate his acting skills and think he's a fox. Anything involving him will be tagged under Alex S Stuff or Alexander Skarsgard imagine/fanfiction. Sorry, babez. Bill and V are my boys and I pretty much only write for them these days.

[gustafsnightangel]

Woof!

blurb idea 💡: what if alex and addi have a romantic date night in and then have them explore their creampie kink? 👀

Anony, I love you. I really do. This might be longer than a blurb because I actually love this 👀

(Y’all. Merry freakin’ Christmas 🥵)

If there’s one thing Alexander Skarsgård is good at (and there’s definitely more than one thing) it’s being a romantic sap for an at home date night. And you can fight me on that. Because he’s one of those guys that’s pretty low-key but also really enjoys the finer things in life. So you know he pops open a nice bottle of red wine and moseys around the kitchen with a dish towel slung over his shoulder. And it’s all just very masculine and very sexy -- like would you not pay money to watch that man cook a meal? COME ON, PEOPLE. Alexander Skarsgård. Chicken Parmesan. It doesn’t get better than that.

Anywho -- I digress.

Addi stood outside by the fire pit, admiring the flames and the peaceful view of the canyon they had from the backyard of the AirBnB they were staying in. With a glass of wine in her hand, every so often, she took a slow, pensive sip. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it... oh far from it. The slowness -- and the pensiveness -- was because she couldn’t get the image of Alex chopping wood for the fire out of her brain. The way he so effortlessly lifted the axe above his head, and then with laser precision, THWACKED it against the log, splitting it in two. The way he brushed his fingers through his hair as it dangled in his eyes, a little bit longer now than usual. The way he assembled the logs in the fire pit and then set it ablaze, smiling... staring at his job well done when the wood caught aflame.

She glanced back through the French doors and saw Alex moving about the kitchen, cleaning up from their meal. He set a couple plates in the dishwasher, then dried his hands on the dish towel hung over his shoulder. She could tell by the purse of his lips, that he was humming a tune. No doubt a song that carried over in his subconscious from the Frank Sinatra record that played throughout dinner. A feeling of overwhelming love for that man rushed through her. This beacon of strength and loyalty that’s taken root in her life.

One last look at the fire as the flames start to get smaller and smaller; burning away at the last bits of wood, before she stepped back inside the house and approached Alex. He was all too consumed with the dishes and humming to realize she’d come back in. When she neared, she heard that the humming wasn’t quite humming. He was mumbling the lyrics to himself. Yes, you’re lovely with your smile so warm. And your cheek so soft...

Addi wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. There is nothing for me but to love you... He dried his hands on the towel, then spun in her grasp to face her. His hands cupped her face, and he smiled harder with his thumbs rubbing back and forth along her cheeks. “Kid, just the way you look...” a quick peck on her lips, “tonight.”

“You are, without a doubt, the sappiest human being I’ve ever met,” she giggled softly and leaned into his body a little more. When she met him, she wouldn’t have thought that. The more she got to know him, the more evident that became.

He only smiled and nodded. It’s the truth and who is he to fight it? He bent in for another kiss, this one longer than a peck, and let it linger on her lips. There was a brief moment before he lifted his hand to her neck and pressed his fingers to the back of it, keeping her close to him. She had no intention of pulling away -- make out sessions were severely underrated. And even more so with Alex. His actions, soft yet aggressive, kept her hooked. She hummed into his mouth; an expression of satisfaction and pleasure, and reached up to loop her hands behind his neck. He forced his tongue into her mouth, nimble hands exploring her breasts, hips, and finally her ass as she leaned into him. A silent beg to be picked up.

She was in his arms in mere moments. One hand on her back and the other cradling her ass. Addi hooked her ankles together around his waist and arched her back, sending her chest flush to his. A muted growl vibrated past his throat, full of lust and desire. But there was something else there too. And the slowness... and intensity of his kisses clued her in to what that other thing was. Patience. A longing to remember how this would feel in this moment -- the press of her fingertips at the base of his neck, the pounding of her heart that he could feel through his chest, the almost imperceptible squeezing of her thighs around his waist...

Alex made his way toward the bedroom; so effortlessly with her clung to the front of him. Not once did he break their kiss. Seemingly moving on autopilot through the open floor plan, he kept his kisses intentional, purposeful. She could hardly believe they’d made it to the bedroom without incident until she felt him bending at the knee on the bed to lay her down on it. 

Addi uncurled her legs and arms from around him; allowed him to sit back on his haunches and tug his knit sweater over his head. She bit her bottom lip, smiling and blushing at the sight of this man -- her man -- carved out of something like renaissance marble. Her legs were bent, feet pressed into the mattress, creating a space for him, but the long, linen burgundy dress over her frame kept her covered. His eyes floated over her figure momentarily, then he leaned in with hands pressed to the bed on either side of her head, and flexed to give her another long, passionate kiss. She grinned into it, drifting a hand from his shoulders and down the ridges of his back as far as she could. The feather-lightness of her touch ignited him and he sat back, helping her up with him. 

She looked up at him, trying not to focus too greatly on the fact that he cupped the bulge in his pants and adjusted while he watched her work the dress up her legs and over her hips. He was done in time to gather it and help pull it over her head. But the cinched waist made it a bit of a task getting it off. Even with her arms raised to accommodate it, she still got tangled up in the fabric. They both giggled at the inconvenience simultaneously, just seconds before he freed her from it and tossed it off the side of the bed. Her cheeks were pink, a playful glint in her eye when she found his gaze once again. And it took a stronger man than he to not give her another kiss.

A gentle moan floated out of her mouth and into his as she pawed at his waist, palming his crotch. He could give her what she wanted and not lose the contact of her lips that he loved so much. His pants and briefs were down his thighs with unmatched skill and speed. And it was then, as he kneeled back and got off the bed to rid himself of them completely, that he fully appreciated the lingerie she’d worn beneath her dress.

He took a moment. A breath. Just a second to gather himself. Then with his exhale and a pant, “you’re gonna kill me, kid.”

She dragged her fingers down the center of her chest, over her stomach, and tickled the skin just above her underwear, all while keeping her eyes on him. “Hopefully not before the sex,”

Another needy growl and he was back over her, this time with his lips over the thin, merlot-colored lace covering her breasts. It hardly hid or contained anything at all... a point reinforced to Alex when he licked over her breast and felt her nipple harden to it. When he did the same to the other, Addi curled her fingers in his hair and pulled softly. She lifted her hips off the bed and pressed them into his impatiently. Almost embarrassed by the level that he was turning her on simply by taking his time, she tucked her head into his neck and kissed him on that tender spot she knew drove him crazy. A nibble, a wet suck, and a kiss. And then a repeat of all three until it earned her the reward she’d been hoping for -- Alex nudging her underwear down and off.

Her mouth was still performing its ministrations on his neck when she felt his fingers at her core. She already knew how wet she was for him, but upon him feeling it, the air left his lungs with a sudden, weak groan. His head bowed further into hers. All movement in his body seemed to pause, with the exception of his fingers that parted her folds and pressed into her slowly. 

A small squeak died in her throat and she threw her head back onto the pillow, knowing Alex was staring at her although her eyes were squeezed shut. She navigated her hand between them and wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him gently, trying to ease him closer to her entrance... to replace his fingers. Always concerned about her pleasure first, he took her hand off of him and eased his fingers out while he started to kiss his way down her stomach.

And she knew what he was going to do, and she loved him for it, but it wasn’t what she wanted right now. “Later,” she mumbled, her throat having gone dry some time ago.

Alex stopped, flicked his eyes up to hers.

“Later. Just... please... I want you inside me,”

Never one to disappoint, especially not sexually, he lined himself up with her and pressed his hips forward, sinking into her with ease. His jaw dropped open at the first feeling. Her muscles and walls were already squeezing, clinging to him. He shut his eyes in a mild wince while shallow, labored breaths came out of her. She clawed at his hip, urging him lower, deeper inside her until the overwhelming fullness of him reached its peak. He settled and paused, and cupped his hand over her cheek. Just as he was about to praise her, her body cut him off by pulsating around him. He bared his teeth to stave off the pleasure and tucked his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Her chest was already bright red; the blush was creeping its way up her neck and cheeks. And once Alex gained the composure and fortitude to not bust in her right then and there, he began rocking himself in and out. This feeling -- this purely blissful feeling, that could halt and suspend her in time and space, was sure to never feel in the slightest bit ordinary. It never mattered if it was rough and haphazard, lazy and tired, or this sensual act of coming together... she felt like this was the meaning of life and love. To give herself over so freely to another human being and to receive him in his entirety in return. That giving into this extremely physical display of affection and adoration would always be something that bonded them together whether the future had those plans or not.

With each pull out, Alex buried himself back inside her. A rhythmic push and pull that had her head spinning and her heart pounding at the same time. Her body was buzzing with pleasant chemicals and hormones, edging her closer and closer to a climax. She pressed her hands to his back and forced him down on her; his weight settling the involuntary shivers of her body that were punctuated by his thrusts. Their eyes were locked on each other’s, Addi offering small nods and Alex murmuring the softest, most loving praise to her. 

A particularly tight squeeze of her around him and Alex dropped his forehead to hers, letting out a deep moan, “god, I love you.” He sealed it with a hard kiss that left her feeling her pulse in her lips. 

She lifted her head off the pillow, trying to keep their mouths locked together despite Alex pulling back to look down between their bodies, watching himself slide in and out of her with ease. Addi dug her fingernails into his triceps, “you’re gonna...” she choked on a moan. “You’re gonna make...”

“I know,” he whispered through a strained breath. He bottomed out with his next thrust and groaned, “I feel it.” Then with a strength he hadn’t exuded all night, he snapped his hips forward into her. Just one. And it made her shriek. “C’mon, sweet girl. Come for me,”

He set his hand on her cheek again. This time his fingers pressed on the back of her head, lifting it just slightly off the pillow until she looked up at him. Her grip on his arms tightened like he held the key to every last bit of her composure. And the second she caught his fierce, intense gaze, she felt the coil deep in her gut snap. Her legs responded first, clutching onto Alex’s hips like they’d be strong enough to cease his movement. When they weren't, her entire body arched off the bed, shaking and stuttering in a way that she couldn’t control regardless of how hard she tried. That was followed by a sharp cry that pierced through her lungs and was swallowed by Alex when he kissed her.

Alex held on to her just as tightly as she was doing to him. His hips stilled with one last hard, deep thrust. Eyes blinked languidly and an animalistic moan tore through him. He felt himself twitch inside her, giving her every last drop of what he had.

They both paused, panting. Addi swallowed with a cringe against her dry and raw throat. But whatever discomfort came from that was edged away when Alex sat back on his knees and gave another playful thrust. Her body reacted strongly, still buzzing from her climax, and she reached forward to set her hands on the front of his waist in order to keep him still.

“Let me see it, sweet girl?” The soft, innocent lilt of his voice left her breathless. How could he sound so adorable while asking something so dirty of her?

However, she nodded without hesitation. Once he knew she’d go along, he slowly pulled himself out of her; his mouth hanging open as he did so. Unsheathed from her, he brought his hand to his length and administered long, slow strokes to himself.

Addi moaned and kept her eyes focused on his face. She hummed out softly and squeezed in upon herself; the emptiness feeling more formidable now. It was like she could see the exact moment his brain melted. His eyes went partially glassy, he lowered his free hand to her inner thigh and rubbed his thumb along her smooth skin, and the noise that came out of his mouth when he saw his come dripping out of her, sounded like heaven.

She could see the focus in his eyes. The primal, possessive focus that completely enjoyed watching the product of their rendezvous seep out of her. His strokes got slower and Addi hummed to get his attention back. He looked back up into her eyes and his smile got wider. All she could do was giggle at the blissed out expression on his face, and she caught him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders when he came back down to her.

She kissed his jaw, then his neck, and pressed her head back against the pillow as he backed up and looked down at her. Alex brushed his fingertip down the bridge of her nose and over her lips. The absent grin on his face, like he didn’t even realize he was still smiling, made Addi chuckle.

“Sappiest human being I know,” she whispered, forcing her eyes off of his just to look up at his forehead when she pushed her hand back through his hair.

He bowed his head in a nod and planted a quick, soft kiss to the center of her chest. “I know, slugger, I know,” 

“But I love you for it,”

This time a kiss to her lips. They breathed each other in, taking their time. And although she could’ve stayed in that kiss for ages, he pulled away and drifted the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

“Let me clean us up,” he said it and went to get up simultaneously.

But Addi held on like her life depended on it and caged him right where he was. “Just a little bit longer like this,”

He might’ve thought better of it but she looked up at him with big doe eyes and he became a weak man. Alex bowed his head and pressed his lips to her neck, laying slow, purposeful kisses to her skin. Each one lasted a little longer than the one before it, and sprinkled in here and there, were quick swipes of his tongue. Addi took a deep breath in through her nose and squeezed her arms around him tighter, as if she was challenging the universe to try and take him out of her embrace.

[artemiseamoon]

December writing - roundup

Previous months || January (soon)

List updated as I go !

Self add taglist

Current WIP list - soon

One shots, Drabbles

Alexander Skarsgard (succession)

Lukas Matsson - the birthday party

Billy Russo (the punisher) - who we were

Will Miller (tf) - soon - At home with you

Fennec Shand (Mandalorian) - soon

Halfdan the Black - soon

Vampire! Hvitserk (vikings) - soon

Triple Frontier guys - bonfires & goodtimes

Nostalgia antiques - bonus chapter - Ezra x f reader

Fics, multi chapter

TF Boys - the firehouse

New! Moondust - oc x Ezra x Duke Leto

Other (previews, snippets, etc)

Preview

Indigo fennec shand x f reader Cinderella au

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Note: inspired by @halfway-happyyy and @loliwrites talking about drunk Alex, which led to @grandpa-sweaters mentioning drunk Eric

You’ve never seen Eric drunk before, but you’ve heard that vampires can be affected by the substances that humans consume. Before he rises in the evening, you get yourself shitfaced and do your best to act natural until he drinks from you. By the time he is pricking his finger on the tip of his fangs to heal the bite marks on your neck, he feels a heady rush in his veins that reminds him of drinking honeyed mead by the fire on cold winter nights in Öland. His eyes darken as he gives you a suspicious look. "Are you drunk?" he asks. You can't help it. A giggle escapes your lips and you instinctively take a step back from him as he looms over you with a stormy expression. "Maybe," you tell him. Eric arches a brow and takes a step forward, the sole of his leather boot falling heavily on the hardwood floor. "Maybe?" he repeats. The part of your mind that tells you to be fearful of the predatory gleam in his eye has been replaced with a thrill of playful excitement. You take a few more steps backward until your heel bumps into the kitchen counter, then turn and run out of the kitchen. You know there’s no chance of escaping your vampire lover, but you sprint upstairs anyway and make it all the way to your bedroom before he catches up. His arm suddenly snakes around your waist and your feet leave the ground as he hoists you over his shoulder with a low growl. You let out a yelp of surprise before you’re seized by another fit of giggles. Eric tosses you onto the bed and crawls over you, straddling your hips. “You tricky minx,” he growls, but you can feel the grin spread across his face as he sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of your breast peaking out from the top of your dress. You gasp softly and thread your fingers through his blonde hair. “Maker’s Mark?” he asks after he has another taste. You nod. “Mm,” he hums, slipping his hand under the neckline of your dress and tearing it open to expose both of your breasts. “I prefer Kentucky Gentleman,” he says. He shifts to your other breast and plants a kiss on your warm skin before drinking his fill.

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