#alex skarsgard drabble

[raewritesfiction]

Just saw your Alex Sk. Headcanon’s - being his gf, you have pretty bad social anxiety but can keep it at bay most times. But you are on set with him on his last day of shooting & you got send some hurtful emails. He comes back to his trailer he see you just about to go into a full blown panic attack. How do you think he would help you through it and help you deal with the emails??

(I'm so pissed. I had this all written out and then Tumblr app updated half way through and I lost it.)

The emails and tweets didn't usually bother you and the ones you had received today we're no different than the ones before; but today they hit you hard. Maybe you were overly tired, maybe you had been missing Alex too much, maybe you were homesick or maybe, as much as you hated the pigeonholing, you were due your monthly visitor.

Scrolling down through the email, you sniffle and muffle your sobs in your hoodie sleeve. It was the same green-eyed b.s., the same so-called journalists trying to find skeletons in your closet. It was never ending.

Alex opens the door to his trailer making you jump but you spend the few seconds you have, wiping your eyes. You didn't want him to see you like this again; the last time had worried him terribly - but as much as you wiped your eyes, the tears were quickly replacing themselves and you just got frustrated ending up in a sobbing mess again.

His soft footsteps hurry to the bedroom-slash-living area when he hears you and then his arms are folded around your trembling body, holding you close to him and rocking you gently. He whispers into your ear and caresses your damp cheek with his huge hand; thumb wiping away the fresh tears.

"talk to me baby...?" He asks. Alex knows sometimes you just can't put it into words because even you don't know.

"emails..." You sob out against him.

Alex reads the first couple then deletes them, along with many others. He continues by going on a blocking spree on your behalf.

"I'm sorry darling." His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

"There's no need for that stuff; it's only said to hurt and illicit a response." He puts the phone down and strokes your hair back.

"They're jealous and hateful; they make money and get their pleasures from bringing others down. I'm sorry you're on the recieving end." Alex kisses you're forehead sweetly.

"I'm being stupid, I'm sorry."

"No baby. You're not being stupid. You can have thousands of supporters who do nothing but love you and support you... But you will always focus on that one person who sends hate stemming from mis-placed rage and self-loathing. It's not stupid, it's natural."

You nod a little and rub your face.

"Stay off social media for a few days... Maybe a full week. I finish filming tonight and there's so much around I wanna show you." Alex smiles warmly. "You're going to live the architecture."

You smile and kiss his cheek "thank you baby."

"any time... Besides when we get back to the hotel and a comfy mattress, we have a bed to break..." He grins cheekily and you raise an eyebrow.

"...In... Break in... Totally what I meant." He nods and winks, chuckling with you.

You both sigh as his name is called.

"Break is over. Not long 'til I'm done now. I promise. Watch some Netflix and get some rest. I'll be back before you know it. Then I'm all yours."

You nod and peck his lips so as not to ruin the sfx make up. "See you soon.... Thank you."

[gustafsnightangel]

Time of death 4:32 Christmas Day.

What about first time Alex going down on Addi?

Well shit. I don't know what it is about relationship sexual milestones, but something about it fucks me right up. In all the best ways.

Oh yeah, and merry Christmas ya filthy animals

(I had a little inkling that I'd better revisit this fic -- and it's a good thing I did because turns out.... this is like.... the first time he goes down on her. It's coincidentally the first time they go all the way. So they passed a few bases in one night)

Although we can't really explore the first time he goes down on her again, we can get into another first for them... and that is the first time their relationship progresses to the next step, after having taken it from friends to something more. That in and of itself is a giant and massive step to take. One that can be tricky to navigate. That blurring and crossing of lines. Which, in their situation must be so much harder, right? They know each other first and foremost as professional colleagues. That was role number one for them. From there came friendship, and from there, best friendship. So they know each other on a deep level and then they decide to turn it into a relationship and add sex. And sex makes things complicated. Even the not having it part (The Holiday says so).

The first night they take the first step towards anything resembling sexual, Alex had no idea it was coming. It had been pitched to him as a normal movie night with Chinese takeout. Her legs in his lap while they picked at separate takeout cartons, switching it up every so often with picks at what the other was eating. Her hair was up in a ponytail, one of his sweatshirts was hanging off her shoulder and was all she wore along with a pair underwear that was bigger than would've been considered "sexy".

One day they'll remember it as the night that everything really changed for them, while simultaneously remembering it as unexpected at the time. I can't stress enough that Alex is more than happy to move at whatever pace Addi wants to take things. That's not to say he won't try every now and again. Sensing her timidness to make first moves, there had been some nights where he pressed his luck to test the waters of what could happen. And each of those nights, Addi would press her hands to his chest and end things for the night. Alex was always quick to remove his hands from whatever position they were in that made her step on the brakes, and switch to wrapping his arms around her to hunker down and cuddle.

On this particular movie night, with something really sappy on the TV... like The Notebook, they're curled up together on the couch, both laying on their sides -- Addi in front of Alex. One hand's propped against his head and the other rests on Addi's hip, alternating between stillness and swift movements as if his fingers are moving subconsciously. Every time the onscreen couple started down a sexual path, Addi subtly glanced over her shoulder up at Alex to see if she could catch any particular expression on his face. And each time he caught her, he'd lean forward and peck her lips before returning his attention to the TV.

This was a movie she had seen a hundred times before. Could tell you every single beat and scene. Each little scene with a needy kiss and touch inched her closer to wanting exactly that for herself. And when she knew that scene was coming -- you know, the one with the kissing in the rain and them soaking wet, and the passionate sex -- she turned onto her back and looked up at Alex; very aware that her movement resulted in the hand that was on her hip being shifted to her lower abdomen.

Alex looked down at her and smiled; an instantaneous way to get her to smile, too. "What's up, cutie?"

She puckered her lips at him and he responded immediately with a kiss. What he went for with a peck, she lengthened by cupping her hand around the back of his neck to keep him in place, and parted her lips just enough to be able to press her tongue against his lips. He hummed delightedly into her mouth and curled his fingers in the fabric of his sweatshirt that she wore. He parted his lips too, allowing his tongue to meet and wrestle with hers, successfully pressing it back into her mouth and pushing his in as well. Addi lifted her hips off the couch, adding pressure and weight to his hand on her stomach. His massive paw clutched around her hip like it was nothing, and pulled her in closer to his body.

He moaned softly and pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. "God, you're so sexy,"

She bit her bottom lip and let her body fall a little more lax, back to the couch and creating a sliver of space between them. Just as she hoped he would, he went about exploring their limits for the night. He trailed his hand down from her stomach and tucked his fingertips beneath the hem of the sweatshirt, dancing them over the fabric of her underwear. She stared at him for any indication that it was less than he was expecting.

But then upon feeling the fabric, Alex looked down at her body, flipped up the end of the sweatshirt, and found the rather large span of fabric over her in the form of women's boxer briefs. He rubbed his hand over her upper thigh, conveniently covered by the underwear, and winked at her. "These are very sexy,"

She blushed and slapped her hand down against his shoulder, "it's not like I was planning for this to happen. Obviously,"

He laughed a bit harder and looked back down at her underwear and the three little buttons down the front of the briefs. When he glanced at her again, her bottom lip was jut out, pouting. "Oh, put that lip away," he grinned and kissed her quickly. Then focused once again, "are these real buttons or fake buttons?"

"Fake buttons?"

"Like how women's pants have fake pockets,"

Addi grinned and looked down at Alex's fingers toying with the buttons on the boxer briefs. "Real buttons,"

He looked down at them, licked his lips quickly, and then back up at Addi. "Can I?" After brief hesitation, she nodded but he persisted. "Yes?"

"Yes," her breath caught in her throat as her body went into its routine of anxiousness.

The breathiness of her answer caught him a little off-kilter, and he rested his hand flat over the buttons and turned his attention to her. He kissed her forehead, then looked down at her with a reassuring smile. "You're a special one, kid," he noted the blush that crept up her cheeks and thought that distraction might be the best way to keep her nerves at bay.

He kissed her softly without moving his hand. Something long and passionate that could take her focus off the fact that he was going to a new length tonight. He thought about foregoing the buttons all together and just pressing his hand beneath the waistband to get at her, but felt she might retreat back into her shell if she were to become that exposed. The buttons would give him the best shot of having his hand where he so desperately wanted it, and also keeping her from being fully naked and vulnerable to him.

So with her distracted by his lips, he undid the first button. Then the second. And finally the third. All done so swiftly and gently that she hardly knew he had touched them at all until she felt his fingertips on her soft, sensitive skin. As the realization and sensation set in, her entire body shivered involuntarily. Alex smiled against her lips at the feeling and stilled his fingers. Still, ultimately, she pulled away from his lips.

"You're safe with me, kid," he whispered and pressed his lips to her shoulder.

She hummed in recognition and he tried again, dragging his fingertips up to her clit with gentle precision. Another shiver coursed through her body. "Sorry," she murmured and placed her hand on his shirt, tugging softly at the fabric.

"You don't have to be sorry," he grinned and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No,"

Her refusal to his question was instant, but still he proceeded slowly. She took a deep breath which he used as a means of timing his next movement; a small circle over her most sensitive part. She released an airy moan and he set his lips back on hers, kissing her with a fervor that was reserved for nights like this. If her brain could turn off for just a little while and allow her to bask in the feeling without overthinking anything, they'd be alright. Small steps were being made towards that. Her legs started to spread a little wider as if on instinct and Alex took the opportunity to lift his hand to his mouth, lick his fingers, and replace them back on her clit. Her legs flinched shut and she giggled it off as an apology without actually saying the words. All Alex had to do was smile and nod at her to get her legs opening back up for him.

"Feel good?" He asked, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

She nodded and whimpered out an affirmation. There was the underlying thought in her head that this was such an odd step to take with him. Yes, of course they had decided to give a relationship a shot and in the couple months since that had started, it had really been fantastic. But this wasn't just some guy she'd met online and was learning about here and there. This was Alex and the things she knew about him already ranged from minuscule to life-altering. This was someone who almost knew her as well as she knew herself, and exploring these new sexual limits with him seemed foreign. That was the stream of consciousness while Alex continued exploring and pleasuring her with his fingers. And the thought remained until she felt his hand lower than before, and now pressing up against her. She came back to the present and clutched onto his shirt again, taking the fabric into a vice grip. She felt his fingers stop moving, although they remained in place on her.

"I don't have to,"

"No, I--" she was cut off by him pulling his hand out of her underwear, and the immediate thought of cursing herself seeped into her head. Nice job, Addi. But before she could totally overthink the situation, she noticed Alex tugging and squeezing at the front of his sweatpants, adjusting himself; then quickly tucking his hand back past the opening of her underwear and in position where it had previously been. "I want you to but I..."

Her voice trailed off to nothing and he nodded at her, gently circling his finger around her entrance. "I'll take it easy. You let me know if you want to stop, okay?" He waited for her to nod, but again, persisted. "Okay?"

"'Kay," she mumbled and loosened her grip on his shirt. Her teeth were already bared down into her bottom lip and when he pressed his middle finger into her, she only bit down harder. The rule for her (according to past experience) was that everything was going to be uncomfortable, or downright unpleasant, and she'd just have to grin and bear it. And while there was a hint of discomfort, she couldn't deny that being touched by him like this was exhilarating.

He watched her expression soften; no longer biting onto her lip, and he just slowly eased his finger into her to the last knuckle. "Not so bad, right?"

"We're shooting for not so bad?" She asked, shifting her hips down into the couch and effectively further onto his hand.

Alex bent forward and kissed her softly, "the look you had on your face tells me it's never been good. So yeah, we're shooting for not so bad."

Addi shut her eyes and chuckled breathlessly, losing even more of her breath when he eased his finger backwards and then sunk it back into her. She turned onto her side, into Alex, and propped her leg over his hip, keeping herself open for him even as his pace quickened while her body accommodated his finger. A whimpering moan escaped her throat and out her mouth in the same moment she buried her face in his chest. She, more than anyone, was stunned that he could make her feel like this. Just as she grew comfortable with her head against his massive frame, Alex grabbed onto her ponytail and tugged on it until her head followed suit. A small growl rumbled in his chest with his hand quickening. Addi's mouth dropped open with a moan the neighbors were sure to hear and Alex crashed his lips onto hers in a rough kiss.

She rocked her hips forward, trying to add pressure to his hard-on and help him along. But that did nothing for his effort in getting her off so it was short lived. He rocked forward, effectively turning her onto her back again, and took a spot between her legs to have a better angle at thrusting his finger into her. Her body was beginning to tremble in short bursts. Eyes turning glassy and drifting shut in pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen and red from his kisses. He leaned over her, holding himself up with his free arm, and slowly pulled his finger out of her, replacing it on her clit. With the help of his index finger too, he massaged her until she was gasping for air.

"So fucking hot," he groaned, feeling himself throb in his pants. "Come on, come for me,"

Her breath staggered and caught in her throat, her hand shot out and gripped onto his forearms, and her back arched off the couch. And then, something she hadn't been expecting... she knew she was hitting a climax. Which, good for him, no guy had got her there before. It had always been something she had to do for herself. "I'm coming," she squeaked out in a breathless whimper.

Alex slowed his fingers against her but didn't stop completely, allowing her to ride out her orgasm however her body was inclined to do so. And only when he saw her relax fully onto the couch again, he swiped along her clit, only to have her overstimulated body flinch. Addi reached down for his wrist and took a deep, shaky breath in, trying to ground herself.

Proud of this new step they had taken together, and excited for where it would lead, Alex began scooting back on the couch for a new position. In her haze, Addi was pretty content to let him go -- until she realized that the new position he looked to be getting in was to perform oral sex. She cooed for him, and made grabby hands at him once he glanced up at her. He knew that was the line tonight and was more than happy to comply to her.

Once settled back with her and having her turn into his body for some soft cuddles, he brushed his hand through her hair. "So... turns out I really enjoy watching you come." He smiled a little harder when she tilted her head back to look up at him, "like really enjoy it."

"Turns out I really enjoy you making me come," she blushed. "Like really enjoy it."

"Match made in heaven,"

They laughed together momentarily before he cupped her head in his hands and kissed her softly. Lingering, slow movements for a deep, passionate kiss. Then out of nowhere, a slight pull back from him and...

"Don't look at the TV, they're about to die."

[halfway-happyyy]

wildest dreams

AN: ahoy friends! writing has felt distant to me lately which is unfortunate, but i was able to dream this up thanks to this ask . short and sweet, and nothing but fluff ahead. enjoy!

Seated across from one another at a crew dinner in West London, you marvel freely at the precise way his glassy blue gaze glitters merrily under exceptional conversation and even better wine. The navy silk tie knotted at the base of his throat looks great where it is, but you reckon it looked even better tied to the wrought-iron railing of your hotel bedframe a couple nights ago. An eight-AM flight bound for LaGuardia airport the next morning looms above you like a heavy raincloud; a stark reminder that your time in England is almost up. He knows it too; you can feel it in the way he glances at you every so often. Like he’s trying desperately to remember how you look in the waning light from the candles scattered around you. He catches your gaze once more before people begin saying their goodbyes for the evening, and he offers you a look that says nothing at all but also everything, in equal measure.

Secrets between lovers never remain that way for long.

There is no visible sign of rain on the horizon but you can smell traces of it in the air as you exit the restaurant into the late-May evening. Funny how four weeks ago you had only ever heard mentions of his name in passing, and now you wait with bated breath for the all too-familiar feeling of his impossibly warm hand at the small of your back. “What do you say we get away from here for a little while, hm?” The ghost of a Swedish lilt in his voice, and his lips against the delicate shell of your ear cause you to shiver against him and you nod your head wordlessly. If the last three and a half weeks have proven anything to you, it's that your will to tell him no to anything is inexplicably non-existent.

“Show me the way, Alex.”

The car ride is silent save for the static of the radio on in the background and you assume you're en-route to his hotel. Yours was last night's venue of choice and you can still picture the discarded pieces of his clothing littering the marble flooring like physical manifestations of your blissful recklessness. Closing your eyes, you can still feel the weight of him between your legs; the miniscule violet bruises from desperate fingertips or teeth that decorate the velvet inside of your thighs, and the delicious ache from being stretched a little too fully.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Alexander simpers.

You swallow hard, turning to gaze out at the passing scenery. “Last night was nice,” You offer, mildly.

Alexander chuckles softly at that, his laughter eventually fading into thoughtful silence. “Every night with you this last little while has been nothing short of mesmerizing.”

“I bet you say that to all the pretty girls.”

His gaze flits from the road for a second to yours, his expression unreadable. “Just you, kid.” And god, this is where it all starts to sting. There isn’t enough liquor in the world that could drown out the feeling of leaving something behind indefinitely- be it a person or a place.

Nothing lasts forever.

Eventually the steady flow of the vehicle lulls you into a shallow sleep, and when Alexander’s kiss rouses you from that state a little while later, it is to the notion that you are not in fact at his hotel, but rather a beautiful white-washed cottage. Stretching your arms as high as the car will allow, you yawn before turning to him. “How long were we driving for?”

He glances at the time on the dash and shrugs. “Forty-five minutes, give or take.” Lifting the back of your hand to his lips to kiss it softly, he cocks his head to the side and asks, “Shall we go and settle into our home for the evening?”

You nod, smiling sleepily. Show me the way, Alex.

Forest green ivy winds its way up the white stone walls of the front entrance, and you're entirely smitten with the place before you've even stepped foot inside. Walking into the front hallway, you notice a stone fireplace against the far wall. Ornate wooden furniture- seemingly from a long forgotten time, adds endless charm to the already beautiful home, and the glaring notion that you have less than twelve hours here is not lost on you. Glancing back at Alexander, you offer him a small smile which he willingly returns. You wander over to the expansive bay window in the corner of the room, which offers a breathtaking view of the rolling valley hills splayed out like a rich tapestry before you. Letting your eyes fall shut, you play through an invisible highlight reel of the last four whirlwind weeks of your life. 

Your first legitimate gig. 

Alexander for the first time. 

London, and so much laughter. 

His lips on yours. 

Memories. 

He clears his throat behind you and you turn to view him in the fiery light from the fading sun. He's still leant against the wooden front hall doorframe, and though his eyes still glimmer just as brightly as they did earlier this evening, something else lingers there that makes a lump swell in the hollow of your throat.

“You're staring at me,” Your tone is soft, quizzical.

A small smile blooms across Alexander's face as he nods his head in confirmation. “I want to remember this exact version of you for the rest of my days. You, in that beautiful dress, the sunset behind you…” His inflection is painfully wistful; it drips with a longing you aren't familiar with yet. Maybe you never will be.

*

When you awaken in the morning's hush it is to the delicate sound of birdsong from the open window. The dawn breeze rolling in chills you through, and you instinctively curl back into the sleeping Swede behind you. How much you'll miss this when you're parted; how much you'll miss him. He stirs behind you, and his strong arms circle your waist, pulling you ever closer.  

“To have one more night tangled up with you…” His voice bares the brunt of slumber, the dry, raspy drawl of it makes your knees weak. His fingertips trace unrecognizable patterns along the dips and valleys of your hips and ribs, and the urge to miss a flight has never been more pressing. “It’s possible we could keep this going…” His silence gives way to a subdued optimism; he’s flipping through a mental rolodex of his next jobs: Morocco, Toronto, California, and eventually... home to New York. It just isn't in the cards for either of you.

“In every single universe apart from this one, we keep going Alex.”

And when this ends, I hope you remember me well.

"God, I'll miss you." A heavy sigh emanates from his parted lips as he bends his head to press a gentle kiss to the apple of your cheek. "Give ‘em hell, kid."

[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... 

[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.

[shhhhhskars]

Idk if you can write about it but... I remembered an interview where Alex said that he is comfortable with being naked, it was the way that he were raised... for instance the reader don't feel the same way as he, whenever they need to be naked around him, he would say nice things, praising them??

disclaimer: hints at some nsfw stuff at the end, couldn’t help myself i rambled and i hope you get the feels ♡ thank you for sending me the ask, i appreciate them all.

oh hell. yes, i absolutely remember that interview and...it gave me all the feelings. first of all, it’s so amusing to me that they grew up like that because, america is  so annoying with nudity, well, it’s just fascinating to be brought up and not put so much weight on that, ya know? and, yes, sure, she’s all for freeing the nip and woman’s rights, but damn- she just wasn’t brought up to be comfortable with her body that way. yeah, she’ll wear a cute swimsuit at the beach, but when she’s leaving, she’ll tug on some denim shorts she packed in their overstuffed beach bag, so people aren’t staring, type of thing. and alex is just, so in awe of her, like, he finds it a little amusing honestly, that a creature so beautiful is sort of...shy, in a sense? 

so when they get home that night, from their little beach day, and she strips out of her denim shorts, he watches her silently. thank god they have hardwood floors in the house because shit, it’s sandy and her skin feels rough and uncomfortable, honestly all she wants is a shower. you know that exhaustion you get from a long day at the beach? when your bones feel tired and all you want is a warm shower and your bed? well, alex doesn’t get that. he’s immune to it, honestly, it’s like the salt water does something to him that just...hypes him? he’s refreshed, recharged, ready to go, an a bit too inquisitive, if you ask her- and she’s tired right now, ready to curl up with him and her book. with some tea, that he preferably made. 

“stop staring, sir.” you said through pursed lips, head slightly tilted. 

“but i like looking at you.” he counters matter-of-factly, a small boyish look in his eye.

that earned a little scoff, folding arms across the chest tightly. wanting to cover whatever you could, you glanced down at the denim shorts pooled by your ankles, and for a second considered grabbing them up, and slowly walking off into the bathroom. but, that freaking look on his face made you clench your legs a little tighter, made your insides melt. there was no denying it, you were soft for him. instead, you stood. they say flight or fight, you frequently opted for the third option, freeze.

he saw your little thought process unfold, he was so damn smart like that- and he could tell from your eye movements that you briefly considered putting your shorts back on, and being done with him. but he knew your responses and well, he hated to see his girl uncomfortable. he got up carefully from the bed, to walk over. holding you firmly from behind, his long, golden arms wrapped around your waist, your back against his chest. his body felt so warm, like the ocean water, and he still smelled like sea salt. “your physique. little marks. your curves. your belly. i love it all.” he murmured into your hair leaving a small kiss there. a sigh of relief escaped your lips, if anything was home, it was this. no man could make you feel so at peace with his words- his compliments were more than compliments, they were a soft form of acceptance, and you knew this man loved and accepted you for everything you had to offer him. those flaws that you always wanted to cover up, he had a way of making you feel like you didn’t have to, if you didn’t want to. never forceful, just loving. 

you were silent, taking in his embrace, soaking in his words. he broke your tranquil state, mumbling a little closer to your ear this time so you could hear him clearly. “you know that, right? ‘it’s the only reason i stare.” a small smile folded over your lips, your felt your cheeks getting hot. you turned around, just as carefully as he got up from the bed just moments before, wrapping your arms around his waist, putting your face close to his as you could while staring up at him. “who told you you could make me blush, sir?” you gave him a soft lingering kiss before pulling away from him. before he had time to scowl about you pulling away, you were pulling him into the bathroom with you and he was tugging at the elastic on the side of your hips. 

[bae-roman]

Hey love:) could you maybe write a blurb with Alex and bill and the sentence: „don’t fucking touch what is not yours“ thank you in advance:)

OF COURSE ;)

You and Bill had been dating for a year or so now. Things were getting serous between you and you’d already met each other’s families. Currently, you were on a trip to Sweden to visit Bill’s family as it was his brother Gustaf’s birthday. 

The party was full of his family and friends. Some you’d met before and many you hadn’t.  

You were never the type of girlfriend to just latch onto her significant other for the entire night so after talking with Bill and his friends for a bit, you took off in search of his sister and some other people in their friend group that you’d gotten close to. 

While hanging out with them, you got introduced to a number of new faces, including Gustaf’s work friends. Despite meeting quite a few of them, there was only one that really stuck out, Alex. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was just something about him that was so ... appealing. Not only was he gorgeous, he exuded charm and you ended up talking to him for quite some time. It was completely innocent, of course, but when Eija was pulled away by her boyfriend for something, the conversation took a bit of a turn. At this point, you were a little tipsy and  so used to being around affectionate swedes that when Alex put his hand on your thigh, you really thought nothing of it and carried on with your conversation about game of thrones. 

Your naiveté was also due to you not realizing that Alex had no idea you weren’t single. The only reason you knew anyone here was because of your relationship with Bill and you were usually introduced as Bill’s girlfriend but you never realized that Eija hadn’t said it this time. 

So, while you were operating under the assumption that Alex was just another affectionate European you were having an innocent friendly conversation with, he was trying to find the right moment to make a move. 

Before anything could progress further, Bill walked up to you. He was all smiles before seeing where Alex’s hand was. In all fairness, had you been sober you may have realized that his hand was a tad higher than what you would call friendly, but you had no idea at the time. 

Bill looked from Alex’s face to yours and then back to your thigh. 

He glared at Alex then and seethed,”don’t fucking touch what is not yours” while grabbing your arm and pulling you into an empty room. You looked back at Alex and gave him an apologetic look as you were dragged away.

“What the fuck was that?” you asked, annoyed. 

“Seriously? What the fuck was that? I bring you to my brother’s birthday party only to find you letting some guy grope and flirt with you in front of everyone?

“What are you even talking about? He was just being friendly. We were talking about game of thrones, asshole. Do you know how embarrassing that was!?”

“His hand was halfway inside your cunt, and you’re trying to tell me you were just talking about some fucking tv show?”

Bill was not usually the possessive type. There was a lot of trust between the two of you, especially on your end since it was literally his job to re-enact sex scenes with beautiful women. It was something that took you a lot of time to accept and be okay with but you knew you and Bill loved each other so you trusted him completely. That’s why it hurt so much when he didn’t trust you. 

You continued to argue for a couple more minutes, getting more and more angry. 

“I’m not blind, I can tell when someone’s hitting on my girlfriend. I can also tell when she reciprocates” Bill spat. 

“You’re ridiculous” you retorted, fed up with Bill’s behaviour, “I’m going to go back outside and continue to have a nice time. We can finish discussing this when we get back to the house”

You pretended not to hear Bill when he mumbled “Oh you’re coming home with me? I figured you’d spend the night with your new boyfriend” under his breath.

When you rejoined the party, you quickly found Alex and went over to apologize for Bill’s behaviour. 

“He’s not usually like that, he just thought you were flirting with me” you tried to explain after apologizing. 

“Oh”, an embarrassed smile  spread across his face. He lifted one arm to scratch the back of his head and avoided eye contact before continuing, “I kinda was..I didn’t know you had a boyfriend or anything though. Sorry”

You told him it was fine and went back to where you left off about the show before going to talk to another friend. 

When you and Bill got home and were finally alone, he went to go get ready for bed but you quickly pulled him into a hug, smothering your face with his chest. Bill ran his fingers through your hair until you pulled away. 

He gave you a questioning look

“You were right” you mumbled

“I know” he smirked, tilting your face up to kiss you sweetly on the lips

“I don’t agree with the way you went about it though, seriously, what was with that?”

Now it was Bill refusing eye contact, “I don’t know..it just came out of me.” He ran a hand through his hair. “The distance has been getting to me, I think, and he kept making you laugh and he’s so... pretty? I don’t know...” 

You felt bad for calling him an asshole now. You’d been so focused on how bad being away from your boyfriend affected you, you had never really considered how hard it was for him. Truth be told, if you were in his shoes, you probably wouldn’t have handled it much better.

“You sighed and grabbed his free hand. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too, I probably should have made it clear I had you. And that I love you.”

Bill kissed you again. 

“I was sort of a dick, huh?”

“Yeah, it was kind of hot though”

He raised a brow at you, “Really?”

“I mean, you better not pull that shit again, but yeah”, you ran a finger down his chest.

Bill grabbed you by your hips and pushed you onto the bed so you could make up properly ;)

[hecohansen31]

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So a few days ago I ended up talking with @hausofobsession​ about ABBA and Gustaf and this small drabble came out being the result of it!

Hope you’ll like it!

WARNINGS: Mention of Past Trauma, Slight Teasing, Younger! Reader, Slight Dom-Sub Dynamics and Mentions of Sexual Activities.

“You seriously… are telling me that you, a Swedish Swede, don’t like ABBA…?” your voice echoed slightly higher than normal in your sitting room.

A few chuckles risked escaping your mouth, because you were obviously on the verge of either an hysterical laugh or an adorable giggle, meanwhile Gustaf just hid his face in what he was reading to bring himself away from whatever public fun you’d make of him, with that knowledge.

You had always been a little too noisy for your own good.

It didn’t take you long to collect the book away from him as you sat on his lap, feeling immediately the way all his body tightened strongly at the new weight on itself and then slowly relaxed underneath you.

Your hands set themselves up on his clothed chest, his own joining them as he softly grabbed your wrists, running his thumb in the inside of them.

It was a gesture that never failed to relax you and him, alongside the fact that it certainly always helped him to feel some kind of control, after he had lost it on too many nights a few years ago years ago.

And also it never failed to excite him the feeling of the way your body submitted to him, making you ache desperately for contact each time you were close and in a private place, immediately coming for him as if he was your sole star.

It was some kind of soft domination that eased his and your mind.

And usually it was some kind of powerful distraction, for both of you.

But you wouldn’t be distracted so easily.

“… didn’t they ban you from Sweden because of that?”.

“Brat” he commented in your face, trying his second most deadly weapon for you other than his bigger body.

His kisses.

He tried to drag you down for a soft one, but you were stronger than him, in your wills.

And now you were a woman on a mission.

It wasn’t that Gustaf was somber or didn’t have his own humor, Floki’s laugh certainly testified that, but it was difficult to find something that embarrassed him in such a naïve way making light pink come up to his sculpted cheekbone.

You had to admit that you almost wanted to kiss those cheeks.

But you had something to do, before that.

“… how do you even know ABBA? Aren’t they a bit too old for you?” he asked, as he shot you an annoyed look, the typical ‘I am too mature for this bullshit’.

But the truth was that he was trying to shift the attention away from him to you.

Sadly for him, it was ineffective, because ABBA was your comfort music.

It always made you dance around the ballroom of your dining room and Gustaf had caught you in that freeing act too many times for you to be annoyed by that knowledge.

“They are a cultural phenomenon, so let me tell you… they aren’t too old or too young for everyone!” you explained with a distinct smile on your face “… and you, my dear lover, are the strangest Swede I have ever seen, since you don’t like them”.

“… maybe I just heard them too much to actually like them” his tone had lowered, enough that it looked like a smiling threat, one that would just hit you right when you least expected it, making you moan softly underneath his body “… Alex had his own phase of loving them so I hear hem plenty to avoid them whenever I can”.

“Oh mister…” he immediately caught on the tone of pure mischief in your voice “… believe me there’ll be much more of ABBA from now on, in our household”.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I won’t allow it” again that delicious sweetheart, you were now in for a night for sure, and you just feed that fire, stroked him attentively as you leaned in onto Gustaf, with a light temptation on your tongue.

And the promise of forgiveness in your eyes, as you begged for it with your fingers, pawing softly his lean chest, in the spots where you knew he was sensitive, a bit of hair escaping the cleavage of his shirt, low-collared, just as you liked it.

And then you lowered your lips to his ear.

He expected a few nice and sweet words, but you simply ended up blaring at whole voice:

‘LAY ALL YOUR LOVEEE ON MEE’.

You certainly would have gotten it tonight, Gustaf decided.

Probably once his ears started being able to listen on those lovely moans you always made.

That would be pure music.

---

Gustaf Skarsgard (if you want to be added to any of my taglist, just le me know through an ask or a DM, letting me know the characters and if you prefer being tagged in ask or fics or both!):

@flowers-in-your-hayr​

[lihikainanea]

We know Tiger gets high with and competes with Valter, does yoga and deep breathing with Gustaf, has the occasional fancy dinner with Alex, and avoids Sam like the plague. But what about Eija? What do they do when they hang out together or find themselves alone in a room?

The only Skarsgard in the world who I would not challenge to a fucking fight, is Eija. Because I think she might actually win. I am so fascinated by her, but I also hesitate to include her in on too many drabbles because she’s not actually famous. I got a little carried away with Sam a few weeks ago (SAM FOR PRESIDENT) and I shouldn’t have, but I have a soft spot for him.

Eija, though? Listen, maybe Eija carts tiger to her kickboxing classes, and Bill just thinks...oh god. Oh no.

Because Bill is still scared of his little sister. And he’s always scared of tiger.

[raewritesfiction]

dating Alex Sk. For a couple of months. The first time he made you squirt (your first time ever) you were so overwhelmed with emotions you didn’t what to do other than lay there panting & your legs shaking. He hadn’t been able to do it since (you better believe he tried, but not all the time) one night he tells you he is going to make you squirt again he can feel it! You laugh saying it was probably a fluke. Well lets just say it wasn’t a fluke. He made you squirt twice. His reaction is???

You lay panting on the bed, your arms across your face. The intense feelings of pleasure were almost too much to handle for you... Almost.

Alex lays light kisses over all skin he can reach, nipping lightly at certain places while your legs trembled around him.

"you okay sweetness?" He whispers.

You nod and slowly let your arms fall to lay above your head. "Uh huh..."

"I know exactly what I did now..." He grins and kisses your lips. "I know I can do that to you again and again..."

You whimper against his lips at the thought; squirting once in a session was enough and took it out of you, but two or three?

"don't panic... More more than one at a time... For now." Alex assures you softly, but it was that final 'for now' that had you raising an eyebrow.

"just wait until I'm over stimulating you to the point of breaking down into tears." He moves to your side, slipping out of you and making you gasp.

That empty feeling returns; the feeling that can only be filled by his cock - there was no substitute.

"that....sounds interesting."

"we'll work up to it baby...."

[gustafsnightangel]

Feels.... ALL OF THEM

🥺🥺🥺

Okay I’m so here for the jealous pre-relationship feels!! How about one where another actor, maybe closer to Addi’s age is flirting with her at an event both her and Alex are at and it’s him that gets super jealous! Like he’s not the jealous type but Addi makes him some sort of way, the way she’s looking, how he wants her and feels like maybe she wants him too but he’s also still in the doubting phase due to their age gap but Addi always finds her way back to her broody Viking even if he’s not hers just yet!!!

Ugh shit, I’m so in the pre-relationship feels with you. I am so soff for that stuff. But I’ll raise you one Anony 👀 What if not only is this other guy closer to her age, she also considers him a friend. THAT’S NEXT LEVEL, you know? Because Alex knows he and Addi are friends... and so, what if she also treats this other guy the way she treats Alex? And his mind spins because he doesn’t want her to treat this other guy the way she treats him.

You know what? I’ll raise you two, but that surprise will come later 😏

Maybe this guy has been in Addi’s life for awhile. Maybe they went to university together and were in the same circle of friends. And you know how things happen between friends. Sometimes it’s innocent enough -- starts off as a movie night, then leads to playful almost joking flirting, then maybe some cuddling, and before you know it a kiss... a makeout session... maybe more. And at the end of it, there’s that awkward moment of realizing you’ve both just crossed a line that you can’t come back from no matter how hard you try. You can’t take back the kiss. You can’t take back the wandering touches and gropes. You know what you know and you proceed from there. Let’s say at one point in time, Addi had a thing for this guy. She carried a torch for him; waiting, hoping that he would choose her. And of course he never did. Flirted to keep her interested but kept her at an arm’s length. Their movie night years ago had turned into a brief moment of something else, but once again he didn’t choose her and they went back to being just friends. Despite all of that, he’s actually a really good guy. Solid, sturdy, an overall safe space to lean on when random guys in bars get a little too forward. But there’s always a part of her that’s waiting for him to turn on her. To snap and lose his shit and take his frustration out on her -- in a nonphysical way.

The only reason she’s toting him around tonight is because the person who invited her said she should bring a plus one... “for that special someone”. But Addi didn’t have a special someone, and when she asked her best friends to go with her, they both had previous engagements. And the person she would’ve really wanted to bring as her plus one was in New York. Or so she thought.

When Alex originally got the invitation, he had declined. It was only after he caught wind that Addi would be there that he booked a flight in order to attend. He arrived with little fanfare; just as he preferred it. He could get the lay of the land; see who he wanted to talk to and who he wanted to avoid. Amidst his scanning, his eyes circled back to Addi. He could pick her out of any crowd. But his eyes circled back because she was with another guy; standing close, reaching for his forearm every now and again, eyes twinkling in the moonlight and overhead strings of light as she looked up at him. Alex had never had more of a gut instinct than he did in that moment of seeing her with him. He had always maintained the position that he would never step in the way of her happiness or pleasure as it related to dating. If she wanted someone’s attention and was seeking it out, he wouldn’t interfere. 

He approached the circle she was in from the side, “hey slugger.”

It wasn’t his voice, or even the sight of him, that she recognized first. It was the scent of him. The mixture of cologne and natural musk that was undeniably Alex. She side-stepped into his arms instantly; a quick hug that effectively ended the conversation she was previously in.

“What’re you doing? I thought you were in New York!” She held onto his fingers and leaned backwards to get a better look at him.

“I was. Got in this afternoon. Fly back tomorrow night,”

“Quick trip,” she mentioned offhand, wondering why he hadn’t called to tell her he was coming to town. Or hadn't brought it up when they spoke earlier in the week. Alex only nodded. His eyes flicked to her friend apprehensively. “Alex, this is my friend. We went to school together,”

Alex forced a pleasant smile and offered his hand forward. They exchanged pleasantries, which were entirely forgettable, and then Alex pushed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “You work in the industry?”

Her friend nodded. Alex caught the way she glanced up at him, a bright smile on her face. “Going the AD route. It’s working out so far,”

Alex raised his eyebrows subtly, knowingly, “a man that likes to be the center of attention.”

“You would know, right?”

Addi clued in to the way Alex’s face grew more serious. She reached for her friend’s hand and shook it gently, getting his attention back on her. At the same moment, Alex took a step back and looked around. 

“I’m gonna make my rounds,” he was staring at Addi but couldn’t quite figure out what she was thinking or feeling based on her expression. “It’s good to see you, slugger,”

She reached forward, just able to get a grasp on Alex’s wrist before he left, “come back, alright? I haven’t seen you in months,”

He smiled noncommittally and walked away. Try as he might, it didn’t matter where he was, he found himself searching the crowd to spot her. The entire night, wherever he relocated, it was like there was a magnet linking them together. In the moments where he would catch himself and force himself to look away, he didn’t realize Addi was doing the same thing. Scanning for him among the sea of people, only to find him further and further from her every time.

The night wore on and Addi’s patience was wearing thin. On the one hand, her friend was getting to the place of buzzed where he was perpetually flirty. His attention was no longer on her, but rather on finding a woman to fall in love with for the night. And perhaps more frustratingly, every time she closed in to talk to Alex, it was like he jumped through time and space and ended up on the other side of the room from her. She’d have to be sneaky -- like a jaguar stalking its prey from the shadows.

A jaguar stalking its prey from the shadows in 21st century human terms was ambushing him as he exited the bathroom. Addi intercepted him, hands on her hips, and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s your problem, Skarsgård?”

He chuckled and went to take a step past her, but Addi hooked her finger into his belt loop and tugged him back. The action left him completely baffled, but facing her once again. 

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” her eyes flicked to a passerby and feeling the need for more discretion, she pushed open the bathroom door and tugged Alex back into the room he’d just stepped out of. Addi locked the door behind them and crowded his space as much as possible despite being dwarfed by his stature.

“How come you didn’t tell me about your boy?”

Addi couldn’t help but smile at how ridiculous that sounded coming out of his mouth. “He’s not my boy. He’s my friend,”

“I’m your friend,”

She squinted, trying to get to the bottom of what the problem was even though Alex was doing his best to be cryptic. “I have a lot of friends,”

“You’ve just been hanging on him all night, so...” he shrugged and looked around the tiny room, “I didn’t want to interfere.”

“Hanging on him? Alex, I can’t even get him to stay beside me for more than three minutes before he’s off looking for the next girl to fuck.” She could sense he wasn’t completely taking her for her word. Addi rubbed her hands over her eyes quickly before she looked back up at him. “He’s not my friend like you’re my friend,” she paused until he returned her gaze. When he did, she nervously reached for his chest and started to pick absently at his shirt. “I don’t trust him like I trust you. I don’t rely on him like I rely on you.”

Anony, this is where I raise you two. What if this is the breaking point? The last straw. The thing that changes their friendship to something else.

“If you don’t like seeing me out with other guys... If you don’t want to see me hanging on other guys, then why don’t you ask me on a date?”

All the blood rushed to Alex’s face but he played it off pretty smoothly. He rolled his eyes playfully like she’s just pulling his leg.

Addi set her hand on her hips. “What? You don’t want to go on a date with me? I’m not good enough for you?”

“You’re too good for me,”

She was almost taken aback by how earnestly it’s said. “You should let me come to that conclusion for myself,”

Alex stared at her, chewed on his bottom lip for the briefest of moments, “will you go out with me?”

“No.”

He frowned, “slugger--”

“Go out? What is go out? We’re honest with each other. So if we do this, we’re going to be real fuckin’ honest about what this is.” She was beyond adamant. “Ask again,”

He grinned, a playful almost devilish smirk stretched across his lips. “Will you go on a date with me? To see if we’re at all compatible for a relationship. Not just as friends,”

Satisfied, she smiled and took one step closer, stretching onto her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. When she fell back to her normal height, she blushed and turned for the bathroom door, “you bet your ass I will, Skarsgård.”

[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.

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #17 - Haunted house

First Drabble request for Alexander finished, yeah! I wanted it to be perfect so it took me more time to adjust some things. I really loved writing it, it was an original idea ❤️ ! Thanks for asking, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did! More are coming, enjoy! 😘

Summary : For Halloween, Alexander proposes you something fun to do : a creepy visit in a famous Swedish haunted house during the night...thrills guaranteed!

Pariring : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader

Warnings : smut smut smut and strong language. Be careful this is really creepy and naughty !

Tag list : @bonnieelizabethparker​

"Alex, are you coming ?, scream your voice from the living room where you are waiting patiently for your boyfriend. Tonight is the night of the nights, it’s Halloween and since you are a teenager, you love this feast. Besides you established a tradition : horror movie and candies. When you met Alex, you told him about it and he was really excited about the idea. After all, he was really a great fan of horror classics so now, since four years, you go on together with the tradition.

“I’m coming babe”, he answers back from the kitchen. Two minutes later, he shows up, hands full of dishes overflowing of candies. “And...here are our favorite sweets”. He puts carefully the dishes on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

“Oh my god !”, you exclaim, looking at what he brought. This year, you were responsible of the choice of the movie whereas Alex of the snacks. There are probably a ton of candies of all kind and colors. “We are going to be sick”.

“Well, we don’t care sweetheart! It’s Halloween!”. You look at him, rising an eyebrow, before chuckling. He walks around the room to switch off the lights and lights some candles to give a creepy atmosphere. With the black night visible outside, from the windows, it is perfect.

“Goofy, I’m sure you won’t say that tomorrow when you’ll wake up with a terrible stomach ache and nausea!”. Alex sits down next to you on the couch and you quickly grab a pillow to gently hit him on the stomach. He laughs before pretending being hurt for a moment.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry...Did I hurt you ?”, you throw the pillow away and come closer to him, to check up on him. He is writhing in pain, holding his belly. But when you approach more closer, he suddenly jumps on you to make you lie down on the sofa. His head charges your neck with bites, like a vampire. His large hands tickling your hips in the same time. You burst out laughing, trying to struggle but he is too strong for you. A few moment later, he stops, pulls back to look at you and leaves a sweet kiss on your nose.

“I was serious you know”, you say with a serious face, looking at his beautiful eyes.

“Me too, love”, he replies as pulling back, letting you sit up. You both comfortably sit at your favorite place which means Alexander on the meridienne and you, lying down with your head on his thighs. “But it’s alright, I have my favorite nurse to take care of me”. You gently tap him on his belly.

“Maybe the nurse would like a day off, do you ever think about that ?”. Alexander chuckles before taking the remote control to start the movie. He quickly navigates in the menu, clicks on “start” and takes one of the dishes on his lap so you can both take candies to eat.

“You won’t be able to resist me!”, he finally declares as putting down his legs on the coffee table to be comfortable. You smile as looking up. He is right, you could never say no to him.

The movie starts and you both remain silent, absorbed. Only the sound of your hands in the dishes and the lights coming from the TV can be heard and saw in the room. But 30 minutes after the beginning, you start to feel bored...It was supposed to be frightening but instead, it’s more bloody annoying. You don’t jump or scream like you wanted to. Still leaning against Alex, you can feel that he’s getting bored too cause he also gots no reaction at all. The cover should have warned you...Now your Halloween’s night is failed. Impossible to choose a movie online cause you prefer the old way with DVD’s. You think about something else to do and suddenly, an idea crosses your mind...What about having some fun ?

You keep your position, leaning on your right side, head on Alex’s thighs, and silently guide your left hand to his crotch. You caress it, acting casual, until you start to feel it harden under your hand.

“Babe..”, says Alex’s deep voice, “What are you doing ?”. You intensify your touch a little bit until you hear him moan.

“Nothing”, you say with a innocent voice, as getting up, your hands still on his harden crotch. Alexander removes the candies to put it on the table, to avoid dropping them on the floor. When the way is clear, you put you legs on each side of his pelvis, straddling him.

“Come here”, he whispers as he captures your lips for a passionate kiss, his hands caressing every corner of your body until he reaches your butt that he grabs firmly. For a moment, you just enjoy each other caresses, kisses. Blindly you quickly search to take his shirt off.

“Mmh...Baby...wait”, he cuts you, between two kisses. “I have an idea”. You pull back and look at him, catching your breathe. “Why not changing our tradition tonight ? The movie is boring so what about doing a real frightening thing instead. What do you think ?”, he asks with an implied voice. You frown, with a malicious smile on your lips.

“What do you have in mind ?”.

“Follow me”, he simply says before getting up.

Thirty minutes of driving later, you are standing in front of a big and decay old house. It was set back with regard to the road with an ancient and big gate to welcome the guests. This house was abandoned maybe since the 70′s, probably well before, according to its state. Some windows were broken, others were hidden, the shutters were almost holding at the facade. For a moment, this house reminds you of “Silent Hill”.

“Where are we Alex ? What is this place ?”, you finally ask, taking his hand in yours. He didn’t want to say anything about the destination in the car but now, you think it’s time for some explanations.

"Welcome to our famous Swedish haunted house. It has been build by Stieg Svensson, a very friendly doctor, who were practicing and living here with his beloved family during the 60s. No one lives here since 1997 because it is said that the house is haunted". So the house were older than you thought.

"Wow... Classic", you say, trying to act brave even if you start to feel a bit cold in this black autumn night. A shiver crosses your spine.

"Yeah... And the rumors say that he wasn't a simple doctor. If you know what I mean...". Alex's voice became mysterious, like he was telling you a legend. He was probably trying to scare you. You chuckle, not frighten at all but more amused by his acting.

"Mmh... I think I don't really understand...", you feign as guiding him to step forward to the entrance. You are not really a chicken but if you stay any longer outside, you'll catch the cold. Alex follows your steps and you quickly arrived in front of the ancient front door. Spider's webs and moss are decorating the facade. Charming. Alexander continues his explanations.

"He killed three women in his surgery office. He completely dismembered them. The police found the bodies in the woods 5 miles over here around months later. They needed 3 years of investigation to resolve the case. When they discovered the truth, the doctor had already massacred his family and had killed himself in the house...Wanna go inside to take a look ?".

You gulp, looking at the door. Was it really a good idea ? It will be your first time in a place like this and even if what Alex has told you has frightened you just a little bit, you must confess that this will be a better experience than all the horror movies you've watched since then.

"Are you afraid ?", says Alex, seeing that you remain silent for a moment, gaze fixed on the door. "I'll be there to protect you, don't worry".

"OK, let's come in". You hope to no regret your decision. Alex holds your hand a bit harder as he pushes the front door. It hasn't been opened since a long time and a terrible creaking resounds inside the ancient building. Not really discreet...Once inside, you confirm that no one lives there for decades. The furnitures had been plundered over the years so that only an old table, some chairs and a holey sofa are left. There’s also some white sheets on some furnitures, probably to protect them from the dust. Like outside, big spider’s web are decorating the corners. You even hear the wind blowing against the ancient roof producing an horrible sound coming from the chimney.

“This is really...creepy...”, you whisper, continuing your investigation of the place. A shiver crosses your body as you consider the fact that there might be ghosts in this place. You don’t really believe in the paranormal but in this context, during the night of Halloween...It scares you a little bit.

“Yeah, it is”. confirms Alexander as he takes the lead and guides you among the rooms. The kitchen is in the same state as the living room. You don’t know why but it seems like he knows exactly where to go. Did he come here before ?

You finally arrive in front of a wooden door, near the stairs. You guess that’s it is probably the doctor’s surgery office. When Alex opens the door, it is confirmed. The room is quite big, with a big desk on the left and the medical furnitures on the right. Behind the desk, there was tons of medicine’s book and encyclopedias. Everything is cover with dust and spider’s web. Like in the main rooms, the moon’s light help you to distinguish the things.

You let go of Alexander’s hand and explore the office. Even if it’s creepy, you can’t prevent yourself from being curious to examine all this ancient items that are left. Alex does the same, hands in his pocket, like if he was looking at a normal room.

“Look...they kept his ancient implements”, you say as looking at a wall cabinet. You feel Alex joining you to take a look as well. He whistles, impressed, as opening the glass door which wasn’t locked up. He carefully takes the stethoscope, examines it before putting it around his neck. He puts the two extremities in his ears, like a doctor would have done.

“I’m gonna examine you Miss (X/Y). You told me that you are in pain in this...place”, plays Alexander, taking the membrane in his hand to put it on your chest. You giggle as acting like a patient.

“Yes doctor Skarsgård, I’m suffering...”, you feign, adopting an honeyed voice. Alexander laughs and takes your hand to guide you to the medical bed sets up in the middle of the room. You raise an eyebrow, surprised.

“Please Miss, lie down here, I’m gonna examine you”. You do as he asks, even if all this dust disgust you a lot, and lie down on it. “To be sure that you are healthy, I need to check every part of your body”. His hands starts to caress the top of your chest before going down till the belt of your jeans.

“Wait...Alex...”, you quickly get up to sit at then end of the medical bed, hands on your belt to stop him. “I don’t really think that it’s a good idea...”.

“Relax baby...nothing bad is going to happen...”, he whispers against your lips. He must have been felt that your body is a bit tensed under his caresses - which never happen normally. You can’t resist to his touch. He kisses you again, more intensely this time, and step by step, you start to relax. His hands on your face, he deepens the kiss while you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Why not ?”, he says after breaking the kiss. “This could be fun...and terribly frightening for Halloween”, he answers, using a creepy tone. He comes again on you to kiss you, his hands on your hips. But you are not quite sure : is that really safe to have sex right here ? What if there were really ghosts or if other people had the same idea to come in tonight ?

Your embrace begins to become more intense and you finally give up. He’s right, this could be fun and it’s now or never. His hands go down along your neck till your coat. Alex removes it before dealing with your pullover. In the same time, you do the same with his clothes, getting rid of his vest and shirt. He had carefully take off the stethoscope that he had put one the desk behind him. Your clothes end on the ground, at Alex’s feet. Your respective excitation gradually increase and your caresses becomes more precise.

“Are you feeling a bit better Miss (X/Y)?”, asks Alexander, still playing his doctor role. A smile appears on the corner of your face. You’d never thought that he would love role play as you do. Maybe this could be hot...

“Mmh...A bit better Doctor Skarsgård. But I still have this pain right...there...”, you answer, putting an hand on your pelvis. A hungry smile crosses Alex’s face as he puts his hands on your chest to make you lie down on the bed.

“I’ll have to take off the rest of your clothes...”, he explains as unbuckles your belt and then your jeans that he makes glide along your legs. You shiver, half-naked in the cold office but when you feel Alex’s hot hands on your body, this thoughts completely disappear. Your jeans joins the rest of the clothes on the ground. Using his hands to open your legs, Alex steals between your thighs and caresses your skin until he arrives to the waistband of your panty. You moan, moving your hips, to show him how much you want him. His fingers sneak behind the waistband and quickly, he removes it, exposing your nudity. You open your legs and wait for the rest. Alex leans on you and his thumb quickly takes care of your clit. A moan escape your lips at the touch.

“I think I found where you are in pain...”, he says with a suave voice as his thumb bustles against your precious button. You moan louder and your body arch under the pleasure.

“Yes...I’m in pain doctor...”, you manage to say, grabbing the extremities of the bed. He removes his thumb and his fingers caresses your wet folds.

“I see you are already wet...This is perfect, it will help for the remedy I got for you”, and with that, he leans further on you and he replaces his fingers by his tongue. He starts to take care of your clit and then goes down around your center. You put your hand on his head, showing him the rhythm you want.

“Oh Alex...”, you moan and it encourages him to continue. He sucks your button, adding sometimes licks on your wet lips. Alex is really an expert and always makes sure that he gives you all the pleasure you deserve, doing something different each time.

After a moment, you push him gently to make him understand that you won’t hold any longer. Even if you could let him lick you till the end of time, you are too excited. Alex stands up and wipes his mouth.

“I’m feeling better Doctor...I think I can take care of you now...", you say with a sensual voice as getting up to sit at the end of the bed once again.

“Mmh..Really ?”, he answers, unbuttoning his belt and removing his jeans that lands on his feet. Even in the dark, the pale moonlight gives you an idea of the bulge inside his boxer. You bite your lower lip, already salivating, and quickly jump on your feet.

Alex looks at you from all his height, only wearing his boxer. His beautiful fit torso gleaming in the pale light of the night. You push him a little bit to have some space between him and the bed. Approaching closer, your hands goes down on his delicate bare chest, from his neck to his bulge. Then, you kneel down. Alexander shivers under your touch and groan when he feels your hand on his cock. Your finger goes behind the elastic and you remove the last piece of clothes that left. His erected member directly gets out and hits his stomach. You take a moment to observe his perfect body from the ground. Alex notices your gaze and smirk.

"Like what you see, baby girl ?". You nod with your head, bitting your lip. Alex grabs his cock and starts to jerk himself off, like for teasing you. You don't waste any longer minute and approach your head to his glans.

Your tongue begins to make circles around it, licking the tip like a lollipop. Then you grab it in the same time to help you with your movements. You can now take it entirely, pumping in a slow pace.

"Yes baby...like that", he groans, passing his hands on your hair. His moans encourage you to continue. Going further at each come in and out, your hand jerk him off while your mouth goes along it. Your tongue also goes with the movement. After some minutes, you removes your mouth after a last lick on the tip.

“Please doctor, can you lay down on the bed now...”, you ask as wiping your mouth. Alexander smirks as he quickly shake his feet to get rid of his pants and boxer. Once completely naked, he lies down on the medical bed which is a bit too small for his height.

“Come here”, Alex says as moving his hands to encourage you to climb on the bed. You test if it’s enough stable and solid for two people before putting one leg then an other to climb. You move forward, on your knees, before placing your legs on each side of his pelvis. As adjusting your position, you feel his glans titillating your entrance and you moan at the touch. Alex grabs his dick, jerks him off a little bit as guiding it inside of you. You help him and when he’s in the right place, you let yourself empale on it. You moan, feeling each inches of him going inside.

“God...”, groans Alex as pulling his head back, closing his eyes. When you feel that you are adjust, you start to move your hips, up and down, your both hands on his chest. You move slowly first, closing your eyes to feel every sensation. When you make love, a connexion is created, it is like you were made to be together. Alex holds his head to look at you, seeing your body moving with your movements, feeling each thrust in you.

“Go on baby...”, he moans, guiding his big hands on your hips to follow your pace, encouraging you to go a bit faster.

“Oh Alex...”, you moan, feeling that you become wetter at each thrust.

Suddenly, Alex sits up, taking you in his arms, stopping your love making for a short time. You don’t have time to realize what’s happening that he kisses you hungrily, devouring your mouth, his hands exploring each corner of your sweat body. Still kissing, you start to move again on his member, really slowly, taking your time.

“That’s it baby...”, he whispers against your mouth, his lips taking charge of your neck then. “Move on me...”. He puts his right hand on your right hips while his left hand glides behind your neck, to hold your head. You close your eyes, biting your lips, feeling your own excitation increasing step by step. HIs right hand quickly passes on your right asscheek. He smacks it gently, taking it to accompany your moves.

“Alex...I’m...”, you cry out of pleasure, gripping his shoulders with your fingers. He’ll probably have mark tomorrow but you don’t care. This is too exquisite.

“Are you...enjoying it?”, he says, short of breathe, moaning. Feeling your sweet entrance gliding on his member gives him the best sensation in the world. And seeing you, taking pleasure thanks to him, is of course something that he loves to see. You simply nod.

Brusquely, Alex firmly wraps his arms around your body and moves quickly to gets up from the bed. He’s tall enough to stay inside of you, he carefully makes you lie down on the bed while he stands in front of you. You put your legs against his chest. When he catches the right angle, he starts to pump in and out, a bit faster this time. You let out a cry when he moves again.

“I’m gonna make...you come love”, he manage to say, breathing out harder, his eyes barely closed. He grabs your hips with his both hands, hitting a new angle.  

“Oh yes...”, you suddenly scream, arching your body, feeling that you are close to your climax, more than ever. Alex speeds up more and more, the most he can, keeping a regular pace. You start to feel this pleasant and hot sensation increasing in your lower belly. You put your arms behind your head, to catch the extremities of the bed to have a support.

“Don’t stop baby, I’m close” and a minute later, this sensation of ecstasy just hits you by surprise. You body arches again but harder this time while you let a strong and loud cry escape your lips. Your climax burn like a fire into your core. Your legs shake under Alex’s body while he can’t take his eyes off of you. He loves watching you when you come. Seeing you loosing control because of what he’s doing to you makes him proud in a way. He moves for a minute again and he founds his relief too. Coming in a pure masculine groans, head’s back, eyes closed. You can see his muscle tighten. He leans to catch your head to kiss you tenderly, stopping his movements for a second.

“I love you”, he whispers, sticking his wet forehead with yours, breathing deeply.

“I love you to Alex”, you answer back, taking your breathe too, feeling all your body sweat because of your embrace. You sit up and Alex carefully pulls out before taking you in his arms. For some minutes, you both remain silent, just enjoying each other presence. You like to stay like that, skin to skin, just hearing each other’s heartbeat and breathing.

“What was that ?”, you jump, scared after hearing a terrible noise coming from the first floor. Alex pulls back and both of you listen, trying to identify the source of the noise. But no sounds anymore...

“See...it’s only the wind. It’s ok”, he conclues as coming back in front of you.

“I’m sure I heard something Alex, and it wasn’t the wind”.

“Honey, it’s an old...”, he was cut off by an other sound, louder this time. Then, you hear noises, like if someone was walking in the room just above the doctor’s office. Just above you. Except that there’s nobody here...

Quickly, you look at each other, completely scared. You knew that this house was haunted! In less than thirty seconds, you jump into your clothes, Alex takes your hand and you quickly get out of the house, not even taking a look behind you. It was for sure the sexiest but also scariest Halloween you’ve ever lived!

[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.

[shhhhhskars]

How about soft Alexander with an always sleepy girl!! Please make a hc about it. I can sleep everywhere anytime it's getting out of control lol

He’s a human radiator. His body is so warm, which doesn’t help anything, at all. He’s just a giant warm comfortable human.

Since he’s so warm, you always find a perfect spot on him to curl up and take a nap.

Sometimes, it’s his lap. Or, his chest. Or even curling up on his tummy.

You can sleep anywhere on him, and he’s okay with it, he’ll just kind of adjust for you, make sure your neck is in a good spot so you don’t wake up cranky.

He really likes how relaxed and peaceful you look when you’re asleep. He thinks you look so beautiful. Maybe you beg to differ, but it makes him soft.

You’re known for dozing off during your movie nights, and he always whines about it the next morning and you have to give him so many kisses so he can get over it. Bribe him with some loving.

Laying on his lap, so he can massage your head. Full scalp rub/massage. He takes it seriously. This is like, a thing for the two of you. 

When you doze off, he gently moves you off of his lap and gets you comfortable with a pillow and blankie and the whole thing.

You waking up out of a sleep quite suddenly, Alex looking up from his laptop, and chuckling at your puffy eyes and sleepy face. “Bad dream, kiddo?”

Him having a mini intervention with you in the car when he feels like it’s getting out of control 'cause you dozed off during a Broadway play he’s been babbling on about for the past few weeks.

You overhearing him talking about said intervention, in hushed tones, to Dada, or is it....Gustaf? You feel kind of bad so you just pretend like you didn’t hear but you always wonder who the hell it was.

Sometimes you’ll wake up out of it and he’ll notice. He’ll come put your hair in a pony tail for you, tying it out of your face, so you don’t feel so all over the place, and makes you a nice warm cup of tea.

[lundgrenigma]

Eyes On You

This is my first attempt at one of these and I am sorely out of practice so my apologies for any screw ups. Alex Skarsgard x Reader drabble or imagine however you call it

You were sitting behind your desk. You felt the tears well up in your eyes . After your last job, you found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate humans actually were. You stared at a picture of a wolf. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill you but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on you when you were at your weakest and darkest moment. When you needed your friends the most.

But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole thing. You remembered fondly the day you discovered it. It was a tuesday morning as you recalled. The memories surfaced before your mind's eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before you well knew it, a single tear welled up in your eyes and trickled down your cheek.

Because even when all your 'friends' betrayed you, there was one consistant factor in your life: .

And you knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings you had for Alex were the only thing in this world that still felt true to you. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for him. Sadly, your relationship would probably only ever be physical.

Alas, you thought to yourself hopelessly. Why must we battle? Why must we be destined to destroy each other ? Can you even tell how much you means to me?

If only he could. Then all your pain would be over. No more betrayal. No more suffering under the laughter from them. No, only you and your true feelings for Alex.