#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."

[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.

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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.

[loliwrites]

hi idk if you’ve done this but can you write an angry sex fic with a&a? like they’ve been mad at teach other over something and they just take the anger out on each other or something like that? ty and have a lovely day :)

Oooooh Nony 😮‍💨 I'm not sure we've ever explored this aspect between them before. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

We've certainly gone through scenarios where Addi's being a brat and Alex has had enough of the brattiness and puts her in line. But this isn't even that scenario. This is I'm mad at you, you're annoying me or pissing me off. Almost like a "fuck me like you hate me" scenario... even though they obviously don't hate each other.

Maybe it's something that started off as small and stupid... like Alex had been foregoing using the dishwasher or laundry hamper. Dishes were piling up in the sink because Addi's silently putting her foot down, and she refused to do laundry for clothes that weren't in the hamper so he's quickly running out of clean things to wear. By the point she realizes this is becoming a habit, she'd already been stewing about it for a few days. On the night of the outburst, she physically watches Alex stack his plate in the sink and because of how full it is, he's having to wiggle things around to tetris another thing in there. But even that doesn't stir him into thinking hm, maybe I should do these.

At first Addi doesn't say anything. She wants to give him ample opportunity to take action, but as soon as he turns on his heels and starts heading back in the direction of his office, she knows she can't take it any longer.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You don't do dishes now? That's what I'm for?!"

Alex pauses and looks at her, then at the sink, and back at her. "I'll do them later. I have to do some work,"

"When is 'later' because those have been sitting there for four days,"

He takes a few steps toward her, a small smile creeping across his face. "Alright, slugger,"

"I mean it, Alex. I'm not your dutiful housewife that's going to follow you around, cleaning up after you."

Alex smirked and reached for Addi's wrist but she pulled it away at the last moment. And the look she saw in his eyes made it known that he was getting some pleasure out of this.

With his hold on her momentarily thwarted, he lunged forward a little more and grabbed a fistful of her hair close to the scalp. He tugged back with just enough force to bring her head backwards while he simultaneously pushed her into his body. "You may not be a dutiful housewife, but you certainly behave like an obedient, little girl,"

She pushed on his chest, trying to create some space between them, but Alex was always going to be a lot stronger than her, and kept her close enough that she could feel the throbbing in his pants. "Stop, I'm pissed off at you,"

"Yeah?" He cocked his head to the side, "show me."

Though she was still angry, there was also the undeniable feeling that the best way to get her anger out would be to get fucked three ways to Sunday but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction so easily. So she wrestled, and wriggled, and tried to free herself from his grip, but the thrashing about only made him hold on tighter and chuckle.

"That's not the way. Someone's going to have to teach you some manners,"

"Fuck you," she spat. Because fuck him, but also, fuck him.

Before she knew it, she was being pushed to her knees. With one hand still tangled in her hair, Alex held her in place with her cheek pressed against his thigh as he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and underwear down to his knees.

"Do you want to try that again?" He smiled, gripping onto the base of his length. He dragged the head over her lips and tapped them to see if he could get them to open.

But Addi shook her head, "fuck. You."

And perhaps like she knew he would, Alex used the opportunity of her being sassy to force his length into her mouth. He went as far as her mouth would allow on the first thrust forward and only stopped because she choked and pressed her hands on his hips.

"If you're so angry, show me. Fuck me like you hate me,"

Addi furrowed her eyebrows and dug her fingernails into Alex's skin. Her fervor to take him back into her mouth only made him chuckle. He thrust his hips forward and pressed on the back of her head until he was satisfied that her own actions were significant enough.

"There ya go. I knew we could put this mouth to better use,"

But Addi had an ace up her sleeve. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft and removed him from her mouth just long enough to angle her head to the side. She stroked him quickly and gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on his face for his expression when she rolled her tongue over it. And then did the same to the other.

Alex gave a breathless smile, his jaw hung slack. He rocked his head backward, his eyes closed, and wholly focused on the pleasure she was giving him. And just like she knew it would, it served as enough of a distraction that his hand inadvertently untangled from her hair. The moment she figured she was free enough to make a run for it, she released him entirely and pushed back on her toes to get herself up off her knees.

Unsteadiness, and the soreness that had taken route in her knees from being on the hardwood floor made her slower than she might've been in another scenario, and she'd only gotten a few running steps away before Alex's arm wrapped around her abdomen, picked her up as she kicked and thrashed, and carried her back into the kitchen.

"You're being a little devil today," he growled and bent her over the kitchen island. His hand pressed flat to her back to keep her chest pinned to the marble countertop while his other hand shimmied her out of her sweatpants.

"No I'm not!" She fought back, trying to get away from him. But when it didn't work and she felt him tugging her underwear to the side to expose her to him, she screamed something barbaric.

"Yes you are. Gonna force me to fuck it out of you, Jesus Christ,"

"Wash your goddamn..." the curse died in her throat and turned into an airy groan as Alex pushed his length into her. She let out a sharp cry when he nudged up against her cervix and her hands closed around nothing on the counter. It wasn't that Alex was pounding into her with reckless abandon. No, it was far worse than that. He was going slow. Being patient enough to make sure she felt every last centimeter of him, from base to tip, before slamming himself back inside of her roughly. She knew he could feel her muscles giving up around him each time he buried himself back in, balls deep.

Addi turned her head so her cheek was planted against the counter and she let out another moan when her legs began to tremble.

"You're gonna come already," he growled and took another handful of her hair in her hand and used it as leverage to pull her up until her back was pressed against his chest. He kept one hand encircled around her waist and moved the other to her neck. With a firm hold on the sides and a gentle squeeze, he bit into her earlobe. "You don't get to come yet. I'm not done with you,"

[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...."

[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 #21 - The Beach

Alexander Skarsgård, beach and smut...What else ? ❤️ This is perfect for another Drabble, thanks anon for asking! The recent little video of Alex walking on that beach really helped me for my inspiration! Anon asked something very very smutty and here it is, I hope everyone will enjoy it 😘

Summary : By a happy coincidence, you meet Alexander Skarsgård during a summer holiday and let’s say that you two get along very well and especially very quickly...

Pairing : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader

Warnings : Very smutty moment with Alex (sex without protection)

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

When you decided to rent a tiny house near the beach, you never imagined you would do the craziest thing you've ever done in your life. But let's go back to the beginning...

Since two years now, you rent a house near the beach anywhere in the world. Previously you were going on holidays with your boyfriend but you two broke up two years ago when you discovered that he was lying to you about literally everything. The destination never really matters cause you seek to discover new countries and cultures. And this year, you’ve found the perfect place with a private beach only reserved for the residents which is totally perfect. 

You've landed Saturday night after a long trip by flight. The next morning, you spent a moment to organize your stuffs before going for a little jogging outside. This is something you love to do : running on the beach, on the morning when the sun is rising, with the sounds of the waves into your ears. You feel good and you feel free.

On the second morning, you were totally focus on your run and you bump into a stranger who hadn’t seen you coming either. The guy was tall, quite muscular so you fell on the ground due to the impact. He turned around and was completely embarrassed, apologizing profusely as he helped you to get up.

“I’m really sorry Miss...I didn’t mean to hurt you”. He was wearing sunglasses but nevertheless you could tell he was quite handsome with his messy blond hair and long beard. His hand was really soft as well as his masculine voice. “Are you ok ?”.

“It’s ok, don’t worry, I should look ahead when I’m running...It’s not your fault. I was lost in my thoughts”, you explain with a confused smile as rubbing the sand on your sport short. Then you noticed a little mark on you knee with a bit of blood. You must have fell on a little stone or something. “Shit”, you swear as passing a finger onto it.

“My house is up there, I have the necessary to clean it. Come”, he proposed as making a gesture towards a beautiful little house with green shutters. You raised your head, looking at him with a frown. Even if he seemed to be a real gentle guy you didn’t even know him. 

“I’m not a psychopath. I just can’t cut my hair and shave my beard for the moment. I just wanna help. it’s the least I can do after this little incident”. 

You’ve finally accepted and you didn’t regret it. Not only he appeared to be a good male nurse but also he was a really good man. You chatted for a moment and you discovered that he was an actor (but you confessed that you’ve never saw him before. When you are a business lawyer, you don’t really have time to watch movies...) and was preparing himself for his next role. That’s why he mentioned his hear and beard. You also found it strange that a pretty and famous guy like him was alone. Well, you mean nothing suggested a girlfriend’s presence in the house. After he took care of your wound, you thanked him and left to go back to your run.

Three days later, you met again, by chance, on the grocery store in town. It wasn’t deliberate, the town was small and there was only a store. But this chance encounter pleased you in a way. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, even if you didn’t know him. He was constantly in your mind, all the time. He recognized you between two shelves and stroke up a conversation. He asked for news and particularly about your wounded knee. After a little chat, he proposed you something very unexpected.

“Hum...I was about to cook something special tonight and I was wondering....would like to join me for dinner ? I know this sound really bizarre but it’s quite annoying to eat something delicious alone”, he asked, as showing you his basket full of pasta and food to prepare a tomato sauce. This makes your mouth water at the thought of a perfect pasta meal not to mention the fact that you’ll spend time with him. So you accepted.

When you arrived, Alexander - that was his name - was cutting the vegetables for the sauce and you proposed your help. While cooking, you two get to know each other better. You talked about life, work, activities and many more. As you expected, the dinner was absolutely delicious. He appeared to be also a really good cook and you absolutely didn’t regret your decision. He even thought of buying a little dessert which completely matched with the meal cause it was a Tiramisù. 

“Why don’t we go outside, on the beach, to eat it ? It’s still warm outside and this is a beautiful night”, he proposed and no need to say it twice. You picked up your wine’s glass while he was in charge with the dessert and two spoons. He also asked you to pick up the blanket that was lying on the couch. 5 minutes later, you arrived on the beach, loaded with the necessary to carry on the night. You continued to talk and you discovered that you share some interests like boating and reading. While chatting, you two shared the delightful Tiramisù that you literally devoured. Alexander noticed that your glass was empty and proposed to fill it with some wine, which you accepted. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk Mister ?”, you joke as holding him your glass. He chuckles while serving and served him as well. 

“Never a lawyer, it can be dangerous”. You both laughed and cheered before taking a sip. A silence settles for a moment in which nobody was talking. You two only admired the beautiful black sky, full of stars and the continuous relaxing sound of the waves gliding on the sand. Suddenly, the church’s bell resounded announcing that it was midnight. The time really flies. 

“Wanna do a second unexpected and crazy thing tonight ?”, said Alexander’s voice as he turned his head on your direction. You glanced at him, with a frown. 

“Second ? I didn’t even know I did a first one”. 

“You accepted a dinner with a psychopath”, he replied quick as a flash, with a serious face. You looked at him before laughing. 

“Right, that was really crazy to accept”, you answered playing his game. “But it was worth it”. You added, seriously and Alexander looked at you, with a smile which confirmed that he liked it too. 

“I was serious. What about a midnight swim to finish this evening ?”, he proposed as getting up after finishing his wine in one breath. You needed a minute to realize and tought about his proposition. You’ve never tried a midnight swim and you always are up for new things but was it suit do to it with a total stranger ? Alexander didn’t wait for your answer and started to remove his black shirt, revealing his interesting chest. No need to think about what’s wrong or right when he unzipped his short. In a hurry, you got up, finished your wine, removed your little robe and let it fall on the ground. You were to busy to see him removed his short and boxer. You only caught him run completely naked into the water. You bit your lip, having a last remorse. Did you really want to be naked in front of him ? 

“C’mon (X/Y), the water is good”, he yelled, waving at you to hurry up. 

“Fuck decency”, you cursed to yourself as unclipping your bra and removing your panties. You ran from the beach to collapse into the fresh water. When you were able to swim, you did some moves to join Alexander. First you played like kids, sending each other water in the face, trying to drown the other until you started to get closer without any reason. 

You looked into each other’s eyes, while moving to stay at the surface. Alexander took the first step by pulling you closer, into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your legs on his hips. You shivered feeling his hot body against yours into the freshness of the water. You stayed in that position for a moment, admiring each other. 

He was totally handsome with his wet hair backward and some droplets on his face. Your lips collided for a timid kiss first, Alexander rubbing his nose against yours and adding little kisses on your face. But quickly, it turned into a sensual kiss when you let his tongue joined yours for a sensual dance. You tried to stay grab at his body but it started to become difficult as long as you felt his hands caressing your body. 

You broke the kiss when you almost felt into the water due to the fact that you were gliding on his wet skin. The excitation felt back a little and you looked at each other, embarrassed. 

“We better should go back to the beach”, said Alexander and you agreed. You hoped that you didn’t ruin this moment with your clumsiness but you must admitted that it was hard to swim and kiss at the same time. You swam until the shore and laid on the blanket. Luckily, there was no one on the beach tonight and some trees were hidden your little corner. You stayed quiet for some minutes, still completely naked, only looking at the sea, like if you were embarrassed to look at each other. 

You suddenly caught Alexander's glance and even in the dark, you noticed his eyes looking at you, shining of desire. So you decided to examine his body until you arrived at his parts and you gulped at the view of his erected cock. You looked away, shameful but it didn’t prevent your body to react. You immediately felt your core becoming hot and wet. You mentally calmed yourself but you only wanted to jump over him. 

Alexander noticed the way you looked at his body and it confirmed what he thought. You also desired him. But he knew that you’d never did the first step so he took the initiative. Without a word he rolled on his side to come closer. You turned your head and you heart immediately beat faster. He laid next to you and pulled you so that your body stick to his. A shiver ran your spine and crossed all your body. You felt his hot breath on your lips and with one hand, he pushed your head to capture your lips once again. But the kiss was more precise this time, more strong. Alexander kept his hand behind your neck, caressing your hair. His tongue met yours again for a passionate dance. His free hand crossed your hips to went to your back, giving caresses on your wet skin. Your legs intertwined and with the help of your arms, you succeeded to climb onto him. 

Alexander laid on his back, your body completely upon his. You stopped the kiss to went down until his belly, adding kisses on his skin. You positioned your legs between his long ones and touch the object of your attention. Without anymore hesitation, you grabbed his cock with your hand and jerked him off a few times before surrounded it with your mouth. Taking a glance at him, you saw him stood up his head to look at you, growing when he felt you take his cock completely. Like a pro, you started to pump him, like you liked to do, adding sometimes some licks, on the base or on the glans. You felt your own pussy becoming wetter. 

“God”, he let escaped an other growl and his head felt on the sand. He’ll probably have grains of sand stick in his hair but he didn’t care. He was enjoying the perfect torture you were giving him at the moment. 

When he decided that it was enough, Alexander got up to sit and grab your body so easily that you nearly fly until he laid you on the blanket. In a few seconds, his big hands made you open your legs and he disappeared between your thighs. At the sudden touch of his tongue on your clit, an erotic moan escape your lips and you grip the corner of the blankets. He let his hands on your thighs to keep your body in place while his tongue took care of your wet lips. Knowing what to do to drove you crazy, he licked and sucked every part of it. Every licks went with one of your moans. When he added two fingers, you started to lose ground. It was a pure torture. 

After some minutes, Alexander removed his fingers and tongue, after adding one last kiss on your pussy. An unexpected gesture but you found it really romantic, even in that situation. You got up a little to be sit and Alexander bend over to kiss you one more time. 

“Are you...sure ?”, he finally asked between two kisses. 

“I’m ready to be crazy with you”, you whispered against his lips. You felt him smile against your lips. One more kiss and he positioned himself between your legs, his hands placed on each side of your face so he could leant. When it’s done, he pushed himself in you in one move. Alexander let escape a male growl as he started to move in a rhythmic pace, going in and out. He also hid his head on your neck and you felt his hot breath striking your skin. Automatically you grabbed your legs around his hips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your head hide on his shoulder. There you completely let yourself go, closing your eyes to feel every wave of pleasure. 

You barely knew him and yet you were now having sex with him. And strangely, it wasn’t strange. There as something between the two of you that you can’t really explain. 

“Yes...don’t stop”, you moaned against his ear as you planted your nails on his skin. Alexander continued the rhythm, being more hard in his pushed. You were not use to this kind of love making but it was really pleasant. 

“Turn around”, he said after stopping brusquely his movements. He pulled out carefully, to not hurt you, and got back on his knees to help you to turn your body so as to be on your belly. He gently smacked your ass, a way to ask you to raise it a little bit, and you finally ended on your hands and knees. Without looking, you felt Alexander placing himself behind you, his hand grabbing firmly your hips and ass while he positioned himself at your entrance. To tease him, you started to move your ass a little on his dick. You heard him growl as he moved it against your wet lips and hole.

"What a naughty girl you are...", he said seductively, rubbing his hard member causing some sort of electrical discharge in your body. When you couldn’t hold it anymore, Alexander pushed into you once again in his pure masculine growl. Directly he moved rapidly, keeping the control with his hands on your hips. But you couldn’t prevent yourself from moving your lower body too.

“Move...just like that...yes”, he moaned as stopping his movements to let you move. Resting on his knees, he just admired how easily you move on him. He wasn’t really used to this kind of behavior, like picking up girls and having sex so rapidly, but damn. It was so good and he didn’t regret anything. 

After some minutes, he heard your breath increased rapidly and it took it as a signal to move again. Placing his hands on the right place, Alexander leaned on your back and went back to his pace, faster this time. Your head fell forward while your eyes closed, it became difficult to stand on your hands. 

His pushes became more and more precise and you started to feel this familiar heat’s source in the hollow of your lower belly. 

“Go on...”, you simply said, in a whisper. No need to answer back, Alexander automatically understood what it meant. He moved faster, the faster he could, almost leaving marks on your skin but you didn’t care. You were closed to reach your climax and this was the most important thing at the moment. 

“Are you gonna cum for me ?”, he leaned to whisper against your ear and those simple words excited you more. You felt his beard scratching your ear lobe and this made you smile. An erotic moan escaped your lips when you felt his finger on your clit. 

“Yes!”, you screamed as concentring yourself to the pleasure that was increasing in you until he exploded completely, running through your veins like a super power. Your legs shook as you enjoyed every part of it. Still recovering from your orgasm, you heard Alexander cum a few minutes after you in a strong and animalistic growl. 

It took you a moment to recover and to realize what happened. Still naked, Alexander pulled out carefully, leaning on the blanket before pulling you closer. Like a couple, you stayed embraced, with your head on his shoulder just admiring the night and enjoying the sensation of a really good love making session. You didn’t care if someone see you as you also didn’t care if it wasn’t really appropriate to have sex with someone you barely know. You enjoyed it and you were glad you did it. It was a really good experience.

“What about doing a third unexpected thing now?”, Alexander said after a long  silence. You turned your head in his direction, questioning him with your glance. He just lowered his gaze.

“The two first were particularly amazing so...I think I’ll accept. What will it be?”, you joked and he chuckled, proud to hear that you liked it.

“I’d like to see you again...Like, you know...keep in touch, getting to know each other”. You heard at his tone that he was a bit embarrassed to propose and you found that really adorable. You stood up a little bit, resting on your forearm, looking at him.

“I’d love to”, you whisper before leaning to kiss him. 

This was, definitely, your best holidays on the beach ever....

[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]

I am trying to wrap my mind around this idea of Alexander being this giant, huge 6’4” man, who screams like a wild viking banshee when he’s drunk at football games and what not, but when he’s alone with you he loves loves loves getting babied and cuddled. Especially in the mornings, when he’s still kind of sleepy and just a total sof boy. Face still slightly puffy cause he slept so soundly through the night. Tired, sleepy, bedroom eyes. And he rubs at them all cute, which makes them look even more tired and sleepy and cute. Ugh. He’s clutching at your thighs so he can get into a good, cozy position with you. Resting his head in your lap and cuddling real close, just so you can pull him even closer to rub on his arms and his back. And when he’s like this you just want to play in those blonde locks, run your fingers through them and give him a nice, gentle lil scalp massage while he just lays on you, half asleep but enjoying every second of it. There’s this innocent, child-like quality to him when he’s like this. And usually he’s just...so present, so outspoken, a giant goof-ball, and it’s a interesting, cute lil contrast to that.

[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. 

[loliwrites]

Loli! May i please request where Addi and Alex are having starting to have some sexy time and one of their young kiddos run into their room? Thanks!!!!!

Hey Hunni Bunni 🐰 This (and others) have been sitting in my inbox for awhile, huh? Just haven't been too motivated to write lately -- the A&A universe isn't hitting like it used to (and I wish it was).

HOWEVER, we can thank an Instagram video for this because it made me think about this request and how funny/awkward/uncomfortable this would be.

It's been AWHILE. Between having two newly mobile kids and their crazy work schedules, neither of them can remember the last time they had a night to themselves, let alone a night of intimacy. It's like they've been working in different operating systems -- things aren't working. Alex will feel up to the task and initiate but Addi's had a full day of herding children and being touched and prodded and she just... wants not to be. So she brushes him off. Or she's feeling in the mood, and Alex wants so desperately to appease her (and himself), but his anatomy physically fails him. And they're really starting to wonder when things are going to click again. So much so that they carve out time in their joint calendar. Give themselves a WHOLE HOUR labeled for "sex".

And that worked. They saw it in the calendar that morning and it was like something they were working towards. A reward if they could make it through the day. From the moment Alex got home, despite there being a few hours before the planned event, he doted upon Addi and flirted. He stood beside her and kept his hand on her ass while they chatted as she finished up dinner for the kids. So by the time they'd finally gotten the kids to bed, and were back in the privacy of their own room, there wasn't anytime wasted.

The past three hours had been a form of slow foreplay and it was almost as if Alex had planned it being that way so no time would go unused for the main event. Their clothes were off in a matter of moments and Addi swore she heard more than a couple seams rip in their haste.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since they'd closed their bedroom door that Alex was on top of Addi and pressing himself into her. She winced and shut her eyes, and did her best to release the tension she was carrying in her body. Alex buried his face in the crook of her neck and released a deep groan. When he managed to sink in to the hilt, he bit into her shoulder at the feeling of her body squeezing around his length.

"Goddamn, you feel good," he pulled his head back and whispered in between the time it took him to reach her lips for a long, searing kiss.

She whimpered into it as he began thrust in and out of her, and she almost found it embarrassing that had she wanted to, she could've come then and there. It almost made her miss all the times before, when their sex-life didn't have to be planned out. They could do it any time, any place, when the urge struck. The living room floor, the kitchen counter... she remembered more than a few on the balcony which had surely given the neighbors a show. But their lives didn't afford that level of spontaneity. Passion was now planned.

"Harder," she panted and tugged at the hair at the nape of Alex's neck. "Give it to me harder,"

He did so without contemplation. Snapped his hips forward with purpose until Addi shrieked, her body inadvertently working itself away from him. Alex grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and forced them above her head. He smirked and gave her another strong thrust in, much to the same effect.

"Don't sneak away from me, kid," he circled his hips deeper until her body was writhing and she was biting into her lower lip to stifle her yelps. Alex released her wrists and sat back on his knees, his thrusts becoming shorter but not any less deep. He took her hand and pressed it over her lower abdomen, just below her bellybutton. "Feel me all the way up here? Look at you taking all of me like a dirty, little whore,"

The moan that erupted through Addi's chest reverberated through the room. Alex grinned and leaned back down over her. He cupped his hands over the top of her head and buried his face back in her neck, close enough so he could whisper obscene things into her ear.

"Whose dirty whore are you? That's right, you're mine,"

"Gonna come all over me?"

"Come on and I'll go down on you. Lick every last drop up until you come again in my mouth,"

Addi was howling. She was trembling and convulsing, doing her best to string together sentences. But mostly she was just moaning and seeing bright spots in her vision. And then the one thing that had the power to take things, which were at 100, all the way back down to 0...

"Mama, mama!" a little voice grew louder, presumably running down the hallway. Their bedroom door nudged open and the tiny kiddo, stood in the doorway crying, "mama. mama,"

They both looked over the little toddler, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist. And they both tried to ignore the fact that Alex was throbbing inside of Addi. Alex tugged the bed sheet a little further up to make sure their waists were covered from sight. But shortly upon entering, the kiddo ran up to the side of the bed, tears still pouring from his eyes, his little chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He clawed at the side of the bed, a temperamental beg to be lifted onto it.

"What's going on, bud?" Alex kept a firm grasp on the sheet. The little one's clawing was threatening to pull it down and expose them.

"I heard mama screaming and--and--," his chest bounced in between sobs, "and I thought she was hurt. And no one was answering me," he cried a little harder.

Addi twisted her body and reached out for their kiddo. At the same time, Alex slowly unsheathed himself from her and they both tried to keep their faces as stoic as possible. Though once he'd pulled out of her, and Addi was left with an enormous feeling of emptiness, she looked up at Alex sorrowfully. She lifted the little one up into bed, helped by Alex since she was at an awkward angle. Once the kiddo was sitting on the bed, Alex slid out of it and made off for the dresser.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. That must've been really scary for you," she brushed her fingers through his hair when he nodded. "Mama's not hurt,"

"Then why were you screaming?"

Alex made it back to the bed. He'd already put on a pair of underwear, but he handed Addi a pair of his boxer briefs and one of his shirts. They glanced at each other, unsure of how to answer that question. So Alex crawled back onto the bed and pulled their son back into his chest. He kissed the top of his head and stared at his woman as she slid on his shirt and underwear.

"We were playing around, bud. We thought you were sleeping." Alex hugged the little one but the tiny nugget wiggled out of his arms and crawled back to Addi.

She took him into a hug and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry we scared you,"

"Did papa hurt you?" he sniffled, collecting himself.

"No, papa didn't hurt me," she reached for Alex and coaxed him closer as if to prove to their kiddo that his father hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm okay. See, I'm not hurt," she waited for him to nod. "Can I take you back to bed?"

When he nodded, she did just that. Alex re-positioned himself in bed, turning onto his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He stared at the door thinking if there was a way to salvage their night. Probably not, and he figured it'd be another night of him finishing himself off in the shower. Addi came back into the room and shut the door behind her again. She peeled Alex's shirt off and strode back to bed, gently collapsing onto it and crawling her way up to Alex.

"You're too loud, pretty mama" he murmured with a smile.

"It's not my fault," she slapped his chest playfully. "Your dick's too good, daddy," she dragged her hand down from his chest and to his crotch where his underwear was doing its damnedest to keep his hard-on contained. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed softly, "do you want to continue?"

"Do you?"

Addi shook her head softly but still got up as though she were going to change positions and get between his legs, "but I can get you off? Shouldn't take more than a few minutes," she winked.

Alex grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back down against his chest, "that's okay, I'll just do it in the shower." He looked at her as she tilted her head to the side, "I'm sure."

She nodded and tucked her fingertips beneath his underwear, inching it down until she freed his member and gave him a few gentle strokes. "I'll wait up for you. We can cuddle when you come back?"

"Yes, please. Definitely," he pecked her lips and got out of bed.

He ditched his underwear on his way to the bathroom and before he disappeared out of sight completely, Addi watched him stroke himself a few times. His head rolled to the side and she caught one last glimpse of him as he pulled open the shower door and stepped inside.