#alexander skarsgård smut

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Eric Northman | Hunter's Daughter!You. 

Warning(s): Smut, m!Dom, f!sub, kissing, makeshift bondage, tongue play, feeding, minor blood play, Eric's fat cock, nipple play, unprotected p-in-v, probably fear kink, human x vampire, forbidden lovers trope, dirty talk, age gap (lmfao). MDNI.

Note: Idk if Eric's in anymore but my kid sister wants to watch True Blood so I showed her the trailer and here we are. Unedited because I've class in a few hours and I am exhausted~

It is dangerous, prohibited, condemned by nature herself. 

And yet, that has never been enough to stop you. 

As you stand in the chilly late evening air in the spot reserved for your meetings with your forbidden love, a shiver breaks out through your body but the reassurance that it would soon be compensated for by the electric touch of the main you await is enough to console you. 

You are looking in the opposite direction of that of your pursuer when he does arrive, his tall figure approaching you faster and quieter than you can process. 

Your surprised gasp doesn't make Eric falter as he zooms to one of his favorite spots to spend time with you in, your smaller body safely tucked in his muscular arms and pressed tightly against his chest. 

The moment your body touches the sturdy ground of the mountaintop on which the silver moonlight shines in the most fascinating way, Eric doesn't allow you a moment to stop and marvel at the scenery. Instead, his desperate hands and hungry lips are on you all at once. His inhuman speed only serves his depraved intentions. 

“Hello to you too—” your cheeky giggle is suppressed against his lips the moment you speak and his cold blue eyes flicker up to yours from the diversion of attention your sweet voice causes for him. 

Eric doesn't have to say it. You can hear it in his cross growls as he relieves you of your clothing by pushing your shirt and bra all the way up to your elbows until you're in a makeshift bondage and your damp pants are laying beside you. He is not happy with how long he has had to wait for you this time. 

You whimper out into his mouth in response, moaning at the feeling of his warm tongue dancing with yours as you lift your crotch to grind against his very stiff one. The waver in your breath is your silent apology as it is clear by now that Eric will not allow you any words tonight. He doesn't when he's not pleased with you, as apologies just sound like lousy excuses to him. And you are not one who dares to challenge him when he is already unhappy with you. Because you have made that mistake a handful of times, and each time, tears and snot were made your best companions. 

Eric's hungry kisses now travel down your chin and along your jaw as the hand that is not fondling your chest feels for your neck now, one of his knees having already expertly parted your legs for his body to slot between. Your throat goes dry from excitement as you look up at the stars, craning your head to the side to give him more access to the junction of your shoulder but arching your back from how his hot lips tickle your tender skin.

Eric growls again once he reaches his spot of choice and sticks his balmy tongue out to lick at the mark you hide under hair and turtlenecks. A cry escapes you when he reproaches you by choking your poor nipple out between his fingertips. When his cold blue eyes come up to glare at you once more, you pout and lean your weeping sex into his covered cock. 

You know why he is unhappy. It has been weeks since your last meeting thanks to your family of hunters that you have to keep as far away from your relationship as possible. One wrong move and everything you have built brick by brick in convincing your father that you had broken things off with the golden haired beast that loomed over you would come tumbling down. You furrow your eyebrows in an earnest manner, trying to get him to understand. It is not like you like being away from him. 

Eric finally relents, for now, when his thick cock twitches inside his pants and he leans down to lick his mark on you again, distastefully grunting at how it has healed from when he last had you. 

Your eyes flutter close from the feeling. Need sparks to life in your torso and snakes its way down your spine before spreading over your loins and dying into the mess you've made between your legs. Blood pumps through your ears in anticipation of what is going to come any second now. The faint clink of Eric's belt coming undone sounds somewhere in your lust stricken stupor and you bite your lip at the same time your ancient lover copies your action except into the delicate skin of your neck.

“Ah!” Is all you can let out as you feel his thick fangs slide into the patchiness of the ditched they created into your flesh a while back. The feeling of him tearing into you has you releasing more slick. You feel your cunt ache and your hole blinks from the way the suckling of his lips makes your head spin. 

Eric places his stiff tip against your opening with his free hand while still feeding on you, taking his sweet time and savoring your taste. You whine out again and your gaping pussy tries to retract defensively. Your cruel lover refuses to prepare you today, it seems. And while it doesn't really surprise you because he tends to do that as a way of exercising his ire on your tight little cunt on days like today, it hurts nevertheless. 

Besides, your pussy is way too small to take his cock as is. 

His groan into your skin makes your whole being reverberate as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Eric detaches his lips from your skin at last to let out a grunt when your stubborn opening keeps refusing him access, instead causing his tip to glide off over and over. 

You try your best to will your entrance to take him, but your tiny band is a brat, as Eric likes to call it. 

“I wonder what your proud father would say if he saw his prodigal daughter like this” Eric's broad shoulders shake from his bitter mirth as he enjoys the pained expression on your face when he moves back on his knees and forces you to slide down his hard shaft. “Mouth covered in her own blood and pussy clamped around the cock of his arch nemesis…” Your back arched as your petals hit the skin of his balls and his cock twitched deep inside your velvet cavern. “Mind too stupid for any dignified resolve” his long fingers gently stroked the strands covering your face away. “Do you want any such resolve, little one?”

A whimper escapes you when he snatches one of your hips in one hand and snakes his other arm around your back to lift you up and against him. Your pussy clenches when your eyes meet and you moan when he presses his blood covered lips to yours again, smearing the metallic liquid into your mouth with his tongue. It only makes you slot your trapped arms around his neck before you pull him closer. 

“N- No, Eric! O- Only—” the vehemence with which you shook your head was a humiliating one for a sober person. “Only you!” You screamed out as he lifted you off his cock, your pussy squelching soundly in the process, before slamming you down on his sack again.

[raewritesfiction]

Wanna Find Out? [Alexander Skarsgard]

A/N: fleshing out a quick idea. Sorry for the formatting, I’m on mobile.

Plot: getting drunk with good friend Alex and a question arises.

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard X Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (M & F receiving), Unprotected sex (always use a condom!), Alcohol

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Your day had been shitty but your evening was going much better as you had steadily gotten a little happy drunk with your friend Alex, relaxing on his sofa with random bad movies playing in the background as you set the world to rights and talked absolute bullshit.

Alex shuffles and sinks down, his head resting on the sofa back as you watched another horror with predictable teens getting drunk, fucking and then murdered before anyone could do anything. You could swear you’d seen it before but it could just be it was so similar to the previous one.

You tilt your head as a full frontal of a man comes on screen and you raise an eyebrow. “No way is that real… gotta be prosthetic.”

Alex chuckles and swigs his beer “maybe…. Dunno. He could just be an elephant.”

You laugh and finish your drink “….so what about you? I’ve seen Big Little Lies… was yours a prosthetic?” You pour another glass and can feel Alex’s eyes on your back but you don’t turn to look at him as you lean back.

“You wanna find out?” He raises an eyebrow and looks over to you.

Your glass rests on your lip as you blink and turn to meet his gaze “oh? That easy? I just had to ask?”

“Yup…” he nods and swigs his beer, finishing the bottle.

“Okay.. okay then.” You down your whiskey “whip it out..”

Alex puts his bottle down and pushes down his sweatpants to free himself. Apparently he had forgone underwear for comfort. Your eyes wander down from his face to his cock and you can’t help but let out a gasp “oh… no… no prosthetic needed.” You lick your lips at the sight and shuffle to face him.

“Nope…” he shakes his head and smirks “never needed one… though I will say it was damn cold in True Blood!” He goes to pull his sweats back up but you stop him, “no need to cover up so soon…”

“Oh..?” He raises an eyebrow and watches you shuffle to face him and lean down, dragging your tongue down his length. “Oh!”

You hum, wrapping your hand around him and lick the tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and feeling him harden under your touch. Alex groans quietly and moves his hips to your mouth as you slowly take him deeper into your mouth until he couldn’t go any further. Deepthroating was not your forte so your hand would have to make do for what your mouth couldn’t take.

He doesn’t seem to mind as you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him making him moan louder, a hand threading into your hair while the other grips the armrest of the sofa. You look up under your lashes and watch his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes, a moan on every exhale. You massage his balls with your other hand and draw out a low low growl from him, his hips bucking into your mouth and almost making you choke. Almost. He settles his hips again and pants heavily as your mouth works along his length, around the head and your tongue teases the slit.

You moan around him, barely able to open your mouth wide enough to take him you pull away briefly and pant before sucking around the head and jerking his length with your hand. He stutters and groans pulling you away fully “god fuck, not yet…”

You wipe the corners of your mouth and watch him crawl over you, pinning you down to the sofa and kissing you passionately. His lips move over your jaw and neck while he pulls at your strap top, freeing your tits for his teasing amusement. Just as Alex had gone sans underwear, your idea of comfort didn’t include a bra.

Massaging and kneading while he kisses and sucks on your nipples, his teeth scraping lightly and his fingers pinching just enough for that pleasurable pain that makes you gasp and whine. Heat fires through you down to your core and you wish you could squeeze your thighs together but Alex’s hips hold them apart.

Once he was satisfied with the nip and bite marks on your tits he moves lower and undoes your jeans, pulling them roughly down over your hips and legs until he can throw them aside to the floor. His large hand immediately moves to your pussy; his thumb circling your clit as his fingers tease your entrance. “So wet for me…”

You whine in answer and nod “I’ve thought about this a lot…”

“Me too.” He moves your leg to lay over his shoulder and kisses your calf, pushing two fingers into you slowly with ease, drawing out a mewl of pleasure from your lips. He thrusts slowly and watches your hips move to the same rhythm before dipping down and flicking his tongue quickly over your clit. You gasp and moan his name, your hands in his hair as you rock your hips to his fingers and tongue. His scissors and thrusts, curls and stretches you out while his tongue works on your sensitive and hardened nub.

You feel a flutter pulsing through you, making you whimper and arch “oh god..”

Alex chuckles against you and slowly pulls away, withdrawing his fingers from you and holding them up to your mouth to clean him off and humming “that’s my good girl…” licking his lips as he watches your tongue swirl around his fingers. He soon resumes his previous position and lays your leg over his shoulder, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing into you, watching your pussy stretch to accommodate his size.

You arch off the sofa as you feel him deep inside you, the head of his cock neatly against your cervix when fully inside you. He kisses your ankle and calf again, settling to let you get adjusted before pulling out and rolling his hips. You gasp and grip onto his wrist as his cock fills you out in ways you hadn’t experienced before; hitting all the right spots on every thrust and roll of his hips. You moan loudly into the room and lift your hips to his movements, another pleasurable pain as he stretches you out to take him fully.

Once accustomed to his size you rock your hips a little faster, watching his face as he grips your hip and thigh, pulling you onto his thrusts.

“I can take it..” you pant and groan needily. “Please!”

Alex growls low and speeds up; his hips piston into you, pushing deep and hard making you writhe and arch on the sofa with his name falling from your lips like a mantra. His eyes move from his cock stretching you to your blissful face to your tits, moving on every thrust of his hips.

“You feel so good…” he groans and grinds his hips into you making you bend double against him. His arm moves around your back and holds you as he leans his forehead against yours. “Let go for me… cum over my cock…”

You pant and whine, unable to make a sentence as his cock drives into you relentlessly.

“Good girl…”

You moan and drop your head back “fffuuuuuuuuck!!!” Arching suddenly against Alex as you cum; your muscles tightening in pulses and pulling him over the edge with you.

Alex lets out a long moan as your pussy milks him, his eyes on your heaving chest as you both relax onto the sofa after release.

He lays your leg to the side and then himself behind you, moving carefully and not pulling out of you yet. His arm holds you close while he whispers sweet things in Swedish close to your ear, against your neck and jaw where he leaves trails of kisses.

You close your eyes and turn your head to catch his kisses, stroking his face and whispering back how good he felt.

“Never been fucked like that..” you kiss him slowly, your tongue exploring his mouth.

He hums and nips you a little “gonna have to make sure I do it again some time then.”

“How about once we’ve recovered before breakfast…?” You chuckle and keep kissing him.

“Gimme ten minutes and I’ll make your legs stop working.” He smiles and rocks his hips playfully, making you gasp.

“Deal…”

-fin-

[mashasnaill]

Alex and his funny t-shirts 🙃

[voxmortuus]

Hi! It’s me the anon requesting for the dark fic about Alexander.. and honestly, write whatever makes you inspired about haha it’s up to you. He played a character in the stand as Randall Flagg so maybe something with that character?! Thank you 😍

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Randall Flagg x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Stand ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 4.5k ⇘ SUMMARY:⇙ All your life you've been seeing this man with a smiley faced pin in your dreams, well the end has come, and you're left with a choice. Tired, hungry, thirsty, and alone, you decide to take the kindness of one Randall Flagg under the impression that it's what you wanted. Agreeing to stay things quickly take a turn for the worst and you are forced to become his incubator. ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ None of these trigger warnings are in order, so just read them and remember then as you read this. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT | Talk of Murder | Manipulation | Persuading for reader to keep drinking | Sexual coercion and Rape | Slapping both reader and reader slapping him | Spitting | Fighting Reader | Unprotected PiV | Choking Reader | Slamming Reader against glass window & floor | Hinted that reader has a violent past | Reader's face gets held down by boot | Abuse to Reader | Threatening Reader's life | Threatening Reader w/knife | Stabbing Reader | Blood & Blood Play | Captive Reader | Reader gets chained to bed | Reader is forced into breeding | Forced Impregnation | Forced groping | Forced inebriation | Forced Threesome | Unknowing drugging of reader | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ I hope this brings you some joy. Also I'm sorry if this is just horribly written. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IN STORY DIVIDER:⇙ @voxmortuus ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @punksimulationn ⇘ TAGGING:⇙ @lenareallylovestoread ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was a long walk from Winthrop, WA. Not to mention utterly trying, at this point, you were no stranger to death, let alone having to protect yourself. This outbreak made people go bananas. From people wanting to kill you, rape you, likely wanting to eat you, to those trying to tell you to seek out Mother Abigail, and those telling you to seek out Randall, you couldn't tell what was up who was down, and where was up. This outbreak has sent people into this pit of what? Craziness. Destruction. There were times when it wasn't so bad. Peaceful even. No cars speeding, no one screaming, no violence, just you, and nature.

After walking for almost three weeks, you're exhausted, damn near the point of tears, you're hungry and thirsty, and your body aches in places you didn't know could ache. There's this part of you that just wants to quit. But then you remember the dreams, that yellow smiley face pin, the blonde man that wanted to give you a bed to sleep in, a tall glass of ice water. He was kind to you, all he wanted you to do was to find him. Something about you being special. But why were you special? You were just some girl living in Winthrop, Washington... what made you so special that this mysterious man has been watching you. But the more you sit there, the more you think, the more you realize he's been watching you for a long time. Since you were a little girl. You remember the pin. His denim outfit, and the sound of his boots.

Wiping your face from the tears you look around, seeing more signs telling you who to follow and how far to go. Sniffling a moment you try to contain yourself, telling yourself once you find this man, you'll get your tall glass of water, you'll get your bed, and a shower. You just need to find him. You'll know it's him because you'll know that pin, you'll know that smile, that voice. And if he touches you, you'll know that too. Just have to go a little farther. Looking around you choose to take the well-traveled path. At least at this moment, you know it's bound to lead you somewhere. Especially out in the desert.

After a lot of self-motivation to not give up and to keep walking, you find yourself standing there on the border of walking into this ivory building so to speak, or to turn around and find yourself someplace else, was this where you needed to be? Probably not, but you know what, maybe it was too late to turn back, after all, you came all this way. Looking down at your feet, you were tired, worn out, thirsty, and hungry, and you just wanted a place to rest your feet, even for the night. Maybe this will be all right, right? Letting out a heavy breath, you cross into the location; it was like night and day. Looking around you felt like maybe you had made a major mistake being here.

Letting out a heavy breath you close your eyes for a brief moment and then a voice jolted you.

"What are you doing here?" They asked.

Looking over, you lick your lips. "I umm... I'm just passing through." You state, but the look they were giving you, that answer wasn't good enough.

"Leave her alone." a voice, a familiar voice, boomed out of nowhere, you know this voice, you've heard this voice, you've seen who this voice belongs to.

The person slowly backs away and you watch this man approaching you, dressed in denim with a bright yellow smiley-faced pin attached to his jacket you look him over, rubbing your eyes a moment you shake your head, he couldn't be the same one, it couldn't be, it really couldn't be. He was handsome, but his aura didn't read so handsome, not this time. Your heart pounded in your chest. Licking your lips, you were so thirsty. You look over him as he approaches you.

"You've come to the right place, I've been expecting you. Come with me, I can only imagine how thirsty you are." He states as he escorts you a little further.

"Oh, oh no, I don't want to Impose." You state stopping in your tracks and looking over everything, and look back at him, "You've been waiting for me?"

"Darlin' you've come this far, this must be where you want to be." He smiles a charming smile. "You can't tell me that you don't want a nice cold glass of water?" He asked. Looking over you, he licks his lips. "Don't you remember?"

Water did sound appealing but you don't quite answer. "I'd remember that pin anywhere." You stated looking at it. It gave you a small sense of happiness, maybe even a little bit of hope. You reach out to touch it.

"Or maybe something to eat, here, you'll never go without. Doesn't that sound good? A bed to sleep in? Food to eat, all you can drink, a place to rest your feet, a place where you matter?" He stops and looks down as you reach out and touch the pin. "You like that, don't you?" He asked with a small smile.

That did sound good, then you look over him and tilt your head. "I do... I really do." You say softly with a small smile before you scoff at yourself, shake your head, and drop your finger from touching the pin.

"You can't tell me that doesn't sound good. This is right where you want to be, you ain't gonna find that anyplace else." He stated with that charming grin. He holds out his hand. "Join me." He smiles again.

Chewing on the corner of your lip you look him over. With some hesitation, you reach forward and place your hand in his.

"Thatta girl." He mused as he takes your hand and kisses it before he takes you toward the large building.

As you walk a little further into the building, you see the debauchery, the craziness of it all, people doing as they pleased, no consequences, at least not that you saw. You were curious admittingly so, but you were still slightly unsure. He was going to have to win you, though, so far he was doing a good job, you were taken by his charm, his calm aura, and the smoothness of his voice. He knew what to say to rope you in, and it wasn't going to be the last time.

As he brings you toward the elevator you look out and down on everyone, your eyes go wide.

"How many were just passing through and chose to stay? Do you know each one of them?" you asked as your gaze keeps on the people below.

He chuckles. "Not all are as lucky as you. I have no idea, probably some more than others, but they are all here for a reason. Just like you." He stated.

He knew things others didn't know, things you've kept secret, he knew of those bad things you've done, and he knew you weren't just passing through. You were no better than the others below, but he has plans for you, plans that are not quite what you're expecting them to be.

Once the elevator reaches the top floor he guides you into his suite. Your jaw clenches as you take in a deep breath. Your body trembled a moment but you felt this soft relaxed feeling wash over you. He lets out a soft chuckle as he looks back at you as you stop and look around a moment before you are beckoned. You just want to take it all in but that was cut somewhat short. As he starts walking down the hall, others stop and stare, muttering to each other. Your brow furrowed a bit, and look down as you start walking closer to a set of double doors. As the doors open you follow him in and you look over your shoulder as you watch the others standing there staring at you and vanish upon the door closing.

You didn't understand why people were staring at you, watching you, even muttering and speaking about you. Why were they so in awe by the fact that the man in your dreams was talking to you and bringing you up to his living space? You had no idea. Biting your lip you let out a soft breath and look down at your feet as you trail behind the tall man dressed in denim. Left, right, left, right, it's like you had to mentally tell yourself to walk forward. Your jaw clenches at yourself, frustrated you had to think about such a mundane task as walking.

"Why were the people staring at me back there? It's like they've never seen you with another person before." You ask, likely chuckling, trying to find it amusing, but truthfully you're too tired to really even care.

"Because you're special, and they don't get to see special all that often."

"Why am I special?" you ask.

"Because you're with me." He smirked.

Getting to someplace for you to sit you look around before taking a seat, you look up at him and your brow furrowed trying to understand what made him so damn special and why was he in your dreams? Maybe it was the fact that you had those prosthetic dreams people talk about. That bit of internal hope of that being it is what fueled you into thinking that maybe you are here for a reason. You sit there and look up over this man for a moment and you try to observe his actions, when he sits, he sits with this calming aura.

Licking your lips you look down at your hands for a moment and think. "Thank you, for giving me a place, even for the night." You state.

"You'll want to stay, trust me." He smirked with a small wink.

"We'll see... I told you, I'm just passing through." You state softly.

He tilts his head and looks over you, he can see with you, it was going to take a little more effort than offering you the world. But that's okay, he wasn't in too much of a rush. Licking his lips he chuckled.

"Of course. Well, at least for tonight, you should rest up, eat something, and maybe think about staying. I could always use a good right hand." He smirked again.

Thinking about him your jaw twitches a moment before you let out a slow breath and nod. "Yeah, I'll think about it." You state looking down a moment as someone came up and offered you a glass of ice-cold water, thanking them and look back toward Randall and search his face.

"What is your name?" You ask.

"Randall." He stated.

"Randall..." you say softly. "You didn't ask me mine."

"I don't need to ask you yours. I know your name. But you're exhausted, have your water, something to eat, and you can find your room right down the hall with your name on a piece of paper hanging on the door." He stated.

Watching him he gets up and makes his way over to the large windows. You could tell he was thinking, or at least that's what you're going to tell yourself. You don't actually know if he is or isn't. But you'd like to assume so.

Smelling the food your head darts in the direction and you smile. It's exactly what you were craving. A delicious hot sandwich with curly fries and a cheese dip sauce. You take a bite and groan in pure satisfaction. Truthfully, as well-mannered as you wanted to be, you scarfed that sandwich down and you kind of hid behind a curtain of dust-filled hair and you let out a soft breath.

You went to speak, to thank him, but he was gone, your brow furrows, and you head to the room you were told was yours, taking the paper from the door you look around, people still staring at you you furrow your brow and walk into the room. Upon walking in you look around, wasting no time, you strip down and take a nice cool shower. Much needed to say the least.

It had been a few days, you had agreed to stay, to give it a chance, and Randall was thrilled to hear it, today was a day you got to spend with Randall, got to see the masses below doing god knows what. Today wasn't just any ordinary day, today you got to oversee a trial, a trial that had damned a man to death. A traitor. You were still trying to understand why he wanted you to see this. But it's because this man knew that you were no stranger to death.

"So, did they kill him?" He asked.

"Yes, they did. Was quite brutal." You stated.

"You're no stranger to that now, are you?" He asked again, looking over your face.

Your brow furrowed and you licked your lips remembering all those years ago. You clear your throat and look up. "I think I'll see myself out now." You state.

"Oh come on, do you really want to do that? You were enjoying your time here. You have everything you ever wanted handed to you. You don't need to want for anything, do you? I can give you so much more." He stated as he walked to you and pulled you close to him.

Your heart started to pound. "I really should go." You state softly.

Tilting your head up he looks into your eyes and shakes his head. "No, you really don't, and you know you don't. You chose to come here. You chose to stay here. This is where you want to be." He stated.

Was he right? He must be. You did choose to stay for the past few days. You did come here on your own accord. He really didn't force you to stay, that was a choice you made. Licking your lips you let out a soft breath and look over him a moment before moving away from him to look out the window. After letting you have a moment, it gave him time to make you a drink.

"Here, drink this, it'll calm your nerves." He stated as he handed you a glass, little did you know that the glass was actually a harsh liquor with some roofie mixed in.

"Thanks." You state as you take the drink and take a sip from it before coughing a moment and looking at him. "What is this?" You ask.

"Just drink it, I promise you'll feel better after." He smiled.

This man hadn't done you wrong yet so may as well right? You sigh a soft sigh and agree to drink the liquor. What he said made sense, and truthfully. Little did you quite realize the subtle manipulation, making it seem it was all your thoughts, that you were the one with the thoughts. Licking your lips you take a sip from the harsh drink and let out a soft breath as it was rough going down. After another sip, you look over at Randall and lick your lips a moment.

"Do you think you could add maybe some sort of fruit flavor to this? It's a bit harsh." You state, not wanting to sound ungrateful.

Though he didn't think of you as ungrateful, he simply chuckled and took the drink, and handed it back to you. "Here, Darlin'. Make sure you drink all of it. No drop left behind." He chuckled.

"Thanks." You state letting out another soft breath you lick at your lips and take a sip.

This fixed drink was much better. So drinking it was like drinking liquid candy. He didn't even ask you instead he started to refill your glass. He hands you the refreshed glass and your brow furrows a moment and you look over at him.

"Drink up, you enjoy that." He smiled.

He wasn't wrong, you brought the glass to your lips and you look over his face before looking down at all the people below. After the first drink, this one was sweeter than the last, maybe it was because he used less liquor, it was good, so it went down easier, and quicker, only for him to bring you a refilled glass. You look over his face and you tilt your head.

"Another?" you ask.

"You didn't finish your other one, take a drink."

You look at him. You could have sworn you finished your last drink. You make a small face and you look at him. "I finished my last one. I know I did."

"No, no you didn't. Here. You had two sips off the last one, take this, finish it, then I'll get you something to eat." He stated.

Taking the drink from him you clench your jaw and thank him again, and you start to slowly drink it before you realize that you're starting to feel a little dizzy. You move to take a seat but he keeps you standing up. He stands behind you and places his hands on either side of your hips. You try to move away from him, you didn't want the touch. You start to feel uncomfortable. You turn and hand him your drink.

"I should go." You state.

"No, finish your drink." He states as he doesn't move from you.

"No, I should go back to my room." You state honestly.

"I insist... finish your drink." He states.

Feeling dizzy you look at him and rub your face. You clench your jaw and shake your head. You set your drink on a nearby table and try to walk away but he grabs you and pulls you back.

"You're not going anywhere." He states firmly.

"Ye-yesIam." You state with a stumble.

He was starting to get irritated with you, he firmly grabs your arm and yanks you back. You growl and spit at him. "Let me the fuck go."

"You're not fucking going anywhere." He states wiping the spit from his face.

You begin to shove him but he shoves you against the glass window, instead of letting you fall he grips your arm and looks over your face before he snarls.

"You're staying right here." He growls.

Letting out a slight whimper you bring your hand to your head and attempt to slap at him to shove, stomp on his foot anything you can do to get away. He grabs you and he drags you to the bed and tosses you on it. You start to panic, but you are having a hard time pulling yourself together. You start to kick as you feel him climbing toward you. You have no idea what happened between the drink and now for him to do this. What did you say? What did you do? You are hitting pure panic mode.

"FUCK YOU!" You scream as you get off the bed and are beginning to crawl away.

Licking his lips he looks down at you, rolling up his sleeves of his denim shirt after tossing his jacket to the side he walks to you and pulls your leg toward him, and flips you over. You attempt to escape again but he takes his boot and presses it against the side of your face forcing your face against the side of the floor. You attempt to fight and call for help, but there wasn't anyone coming to get you, they all knew better than to walk into this room without his direction.

"LET ME GO!" You fight but it was getting more and more difficult to keep yourself awake.

"I'm not letting you go." He stated as he kept his foot against your head.

"Why are you doing this? What did I do?" You ask.

"You're chosen... you can handle this. Stop fighting." He notes your breathing as it started to slow.

Waking up you feel groggy, sore, and chained to a fucking bed?! You move your hands over yourself and find yourself completely nude, feeling between your legs you feel where he's used you. You snarl and you go to stand up and move but you are quickly brought back to the bed. Reaching up you find that you're collared and chained to the bed like some sort of animal.

"What the fuck?!" You yell.

He walks around the corner and smirks. "Oh, you're awake. Good."

"What the fuck!" You snap. "Did you..." You reach between your legs. "Was this you?!" You snap.

He chuckles. "Oh yeah, and you screamed and moaned like you were absolutely enjoying it more than the last time you were fucked." He chuckled again.

"How dare you?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" You slap him across the face.

With a snarl, your face meets the back of his hand. "I fucking own you that's who the fuck I think I am. You enjoyed it. You were begging for more, and I gave you more. You should thank me." He stated.

"Why am I here? Who are you?! Why were you in my dreams?!" You snap.

"You're here because you wanted to be here, you came here on your own, just like how you climbed into my bed on your own. I have it all on video." He states as he pulls out a remote and turns on the TV and rewinds to last night.

Sitting there you watch as you climb into the bed, and start taking off all your clothing, groping yourself, and playing with yourself. You watch him strip down, and begin to have his way with you. You watch as he calls for someone else. You then watch yourself begin to fight. It's clear you're begging, but you're begging for him to stop as the other man comes in and strips down, and both of them are having their way with you. You watch as you fight but they are both restraining you, taking turns filling you.

You're angry, feeling like you're going to be sick. You look at him. "What the actual fuck? Do you think I was begging you to do that? It looked like I was begging you to stop." You state with a small growl.

"Begging is begging." He stated. "And baby, you were begging." He stated with a chuckle and an emphasis on the begging aspect.

Disgusted, you tremble in utter disgust. Clenching your jaw you walk over and throw your fist against his face with all your might before you start slapping him and kicking him. You were angry, furious, feeling used and abused and violated. Rightfully so. You were quickly brought to a halt when he grips your throat, slams you into the floor, and kneels down on top of you straddling your body. You go to try and punch again.

"Hit me again, and I will fucking kill you." He snarled and grabbed his knife from under the bed.

"Then fuckin kill me. I'm far better off dead at this point." You hiss after spitting in his face again.

Taking the blade he stabs it into your side, missing all vital organs and arteries, his goal wasn't to kill you, but to scare you. He snarls. You snarl back and for what? What were you going to do? You couldn't do anything but you start to scream feeling the rush going away, and a foreign object stabbing into you, your eyes go wide and let out another scream before he rips it from you. With your hand, you reach to your wound and feel the blood pouring out of it. You slap it across his face, snarling he jerks you and slams you into the floor again, feeling light-headed from being slammed into the floor you try and find your bearings.

He takes his own hand and brings it to the blood and smears it on your body, the bright red against the contrast of your skin was something he enjoyed very much, it excited him, moving to settle himself between your legs you begin to try and fight him, still woozy, he takes the blood from your side and slides it up your legs, coating your inner things in it before he strips down and looks down at you. Licking his lips he wastes no time shoving his already-stiffened cock into you. You let out a scream and begin to kick and thrash yourself to get away from him but it's not working.

You begin to cry, screaming, pleading for him to stop.

"I don't think so. Take it, enjoy it. You're going to carry my child. The last bitch killed my child, but you'll make a fine incubation chamber for my spawn." He snarled.

You didn't want that, you didn't need that.

"NO! NO! NO! STOP!" You begin to sob. "Please stop."

It's like you lost all your strength, it's like it was drained from you as he thrusts into your wet center with no cares.

Thrust after thrust, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed into the room, the stickiness of the blood keeping your legs against him. You just lay there, whimpers of crying, whimpers of being thrust into, but not whimpers of enjoyment, not whimpers of love or desire, but whimpers nonetheless. Your eyes cast to the side as your head turns to face the bottom of the window. You tried to find your happy place as he uses your body you can't find the fight in you anymore, you feel like all you've done is fight. You feel this anger bubbling inside you as you hear him growl and snarl.

He grips you and lifts your hips a bit to get a deeper penetration to deposit his seed... again. Your jaw clenches. Incubator. It's the only word that echoes in your mind.

Standing in the bathroom, bruised, stitched up, poorly mind you. You look over yourself in the mirror, your eyes red and swollen from crying. Your lips cracked and bloodied. You break down in tears, feeling every ounce of pain in your body from the past two days. You had been used, fighting him off, running your hand over your tummy you shake your head.

It all seemed to happen so fast, and you have so much regret in you, you hate all you've done, you hate everything you've done to yourself and those you've hurt. You suddenly feel like you need a priest and a confessional. You sob harder in the bathroom, the only time you have alone and to yourself. You shake your head and looked down at yourself.

"He's not going to be allowed to keep you..." You clench your jaw.

Suddenly there became a bang at the door.

"Do you like living?" He asks.

"Not with you I don't." You snap.

"You should be so lucky I chose you. Women would kill to be in your shoes." He stated.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Alistair (OMC, Werewolf By Night)

Eric Northman (True Blood)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries, The Originals)

Miguel O'Hara (Across the Spider-Verse)

[x-prettyboy-x]

Does anyone know of any Eric Northman writers with requests open?😭 please I'm desperate‼️🫶

[mamirhodessxox]

Everytime someone sends me singer!reader requests this is the woman i thing of

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

[coffeedrgn87]

I’m absolutely excited about this. Meanwhile, who wants kinky smut from me? Biker!Harry and Sassy!Draco? Or another pairing? Biker!Harry is a must and I’m not in the mood to write het.

By the way, new LPK chapter drops Saturday. Grab a chair for some backstory on Liam… ;)

[sweetbillwriting]

In Another Universe (Love Just Happens)

Stilettos & Lace - Part 3

Description: In another universe didn't Bill become an actor and Aurora Lou didn't get her record deal but as soulmates they meet also in this universe but have other struggles.

Setting: This story is set in a parallel universe to my story Love Just Happens about Bill Skarsgård and my original character Aurora Lou.

Characters: Bill and Aurora is the same characters but because they have other experiences are they a bit different from the original story.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness, slut shaming, mentions about prostitution, smut, talk about weight.

Notes: Just to remind you, Bill is really different from how he is in the original story and it's because of how different his life has been.

"But… But you take your clothes off in front of… drunk men?" 

Aurora had put on her clothes again and even took her coat in her arms. Bill felt his nerves go up at once by seeing how distant she got. He couldn't lose her. He could not lose her. 

“But you sing!” he tried to say happily but heard himself that it didn't come out as authentic as he wanted. Maybe he wasn't as good of an actor as he thought. 

Aurora looked at him. She could see his eyes swimming with panic and worry.

She sighed a little and laid down her coat on the armchair and walked up between his legs. 

“You always look like you think I will just… Dump you?” She dragged her hands over his shoulders and Bill breathed out in relief. 

“I just…” he looked down at the floor but then pulled her into a hug. 

“I can't see why you would want a guy like me. I really…” love you. It laid on his tongue, with easy access but he swallowed it like an unchewed lego piece. It would scratch in his belly painfully instead. 

“As I said, you must work on your confidence. I can't understand how a tall, handsome, charismatic, intelligent guy like you can be like this.” Aurora straddled his lap but bent back to see his handsome face. She dragged her fingertip over his nose and lips and Bill smiled embarrassed. 

“Do you know my brother is Alexander Skarsgård?” He said and Aurora made a bit of a face to control a giggle. 

“What?” Said Bill confused. 

“I think I know what you're trying to say here. That he is famous, hot and like, obviously attractive?” Said Aurora with her hands on Bill's cheeks. He nodded but looked at her in confusion. “You're… older than me. He is my dad's age. But not just that… He’s pretty in that way I could buy him in a carton. You're pretty like someone tried hard to make you special,” she said with a giggle. Bill looked down with an embarrassed smile. “That's probably weird of me to say… I know I am pretty in a carton way too. It's few that are crafted like you.” 

Bill looked at her and swallowed hard. He didn't know if he had ever had someone saying such a thing to him and he got it from a girl like her. His wife was attractive but not like Aurora. Far from it and not even his wife had ever said such a thing to him. He kissed her softly, so softly like he thought he could pour the love in his chest over to hers. Aurora could feel his emotions in the kiss. They both knew they felt a bit too much too fast. Neither of them said it even if it was so obvious. 

Bill looked at her with a playful smile after and booped her nose with a finger. 

“I've never heard you sing. That's weird, right?” 

Aurora smiled and shrugged her shoulders as an answer. 

“Can I come and watch?” 

Bill felt his throat tight up when he said it. He wanted to see her, hear her but he also knew it would be hard to see so many men lust after her. It wouldn't be like when they were at the restaurant and the server gave her a bit of extra attention, at the show she would be in the center for so many men's fantasies. 

“Can you handle that?” Aurora asked and played with the hair on his neck. She wanted him there, she wanted to sing for him, dance for him but his behavior told her he wouldn't be so happy that other men would watch her. 

“Of course, of course. I just want to support you,” he said with a dimpled smile. Aurora still looked a bit doubtful but then giggled. 

“I would love to see you there, baby.” 

××× 

The same night Bill sat in a wine red velvet chair in a dark cellar club. The interior was in velvet, laces and fringe, in boudoir style. He sat alone by the round table with a whiskey and looked around at the people. It was mostly men but also couples and even a group of women in their 30s. Of course he knew burlesque was interesting for many but it was just straight men that would look at her like that. 

Miss Stilettos & Lace felt like a hidden exclusive gentlemen's club but when he googled it he realized it had a big following and good reviews. That was also how he found Aurora's Instagram. Miss Stiletto and Lace’s Little Lou with more than 50,000 followers. She posed comfortably in laced up corsets and red lips. She was sinfully hot and just the comments made his jaw tick. Now he sat with a coaster for his whiskey with a picture of her in a Betty Page bang sucking on a lollipop and no one knew she was his. 

Already when the show began a group of men in their early 30s screamed: 

“Lou! We want Lou!” 

They were obviously already a bit drunk but Bill gave them the evil eye anyway.

The men continued to scream at her even when other girls performed but no one told them to shut up. Bill left his coat by the table to go to the bar, both to get a new whiskey but also see if this was a behavior that was okay. He felt a bit sorry for the other performers but mostly irritated that they shouted for Aurora like that. 

The bartender laughed a bit at his question. He was his own age and had a big beard and lots of tattoos.

“Most people are here for Lou. Have you been here before?” 

Bill shook his head and sucked his lips. 

“You will probably be back to see her again.” 

The bartender smirked. Bill gave him a look and for a short second he wondered what relationship he had with Aurora but let that go when he saw the guy’s hand, a  wedding band. 

Bill just had time to sit down again before a girl in a suit and hat called Aurora into the stage. It wasn't just the group of men that screamed her name now but many others. Bill more or less held his breath waiting for her. He couldn't sit still while the music started to play and it felt like he needed to go and pee. His heart beated in the same rhythm as the drums but he could breathe out slowly when he heard her voice. It was a confident, gorgeous voice. High, clear and emotional. Bill smiled without realizing and leaned forward on his knees in expectation to see her. She came out in high heels with four dancers. She was dressed sexy in a light pink corset and lacy stockings up to her thighs. She was illegally hot but Bill could mostly just see her beauty, her talent, her playfulness. She had a charisma he had never seen before. For a short second he thought about his rings laying in a pocket in his suitcase. It was time for him to throw them away. He needed to become free. He wanted nothing else than to be totally free with Aurora. 

×××

Aurora had said no to him waiting on her outside of the club. She said she didn't know how long he would have to wait and it would be cold for him to stand outside. Bill had done like she said and went to the hotel but had promised to pay for the cab to the hotel. She had said no, joked that it was her dad who paid anyway but Bill insisted. He wanted to pay so he wouldn't feel so bad that she would go by herself to his hotel. 

Aurora felt the staff look at her when she came into the hotel in the middle of the night in her leopard fur coat and high heeled boots. She understood how it looked. She still had the make up from the show on and her hair laid in big waves. The receptionists followed her with their eyes and Aurora tried to look unbothered even if she felt cheap. She just came from dancing in lingerie to now visit a forty year old businessman in his hotel room. It would have felt even worse if she knew the whole truth.

Bill lifted her up in his arms at once when he had opened the door for her. She screamed with laughter when he pretended to drop her and it made him laugh too. He let himself fall down in bed with her over him while they still laughed. He helped her take off her coat and she sat over his hips. She had just a bra and leggings under the coat, a weird outfit but nothing he had time to comment on. 

“You're so great, so fucking amazing…” he said between kisses. Aurora worked on unbuttoning up his black shirt he had worn earlier that night too. They almost didn't notice the knocking on the door until the person outside of the room said Bill's name. He looked at Aurora confused and shrugged off his shirt so she could put it on instead. Aurora made a face when Bill had his back to her. His white tank top sat nicely over his broad shoulders and slim waist but it made him look less kind and innocent. He opened the door and looked down at the guard standing with his thumbs in his belt, behind him stood a nervous looking receptionist. 

“Bill Skarsgard?” 

The receptionist had followed Aurora. She had watched Bill open the door and carry Aurora in. Aurora, the girl with heavy make up and leopard fur. She had looked up Bill's room, 326 and found his information. Bill Skarsgård, 1990-08-09, Stockholm, Sweden. The bill would be sent to the New York University Archaeology department. What would a cheap girl like that do in his room? 

“Yes?” Bill said and furrowed his brows. 

“My colleague here says you have a woman here.” 

Bill laughed a little. 

“Yeah? Is that a crime?” 

He didn't understand at all. Bill was naive like that. He had never taken a woman to his hotel room at night time before. He had lived safe in his married bubble and never been with a girl who easily provoked people called cheap. 

The guard cleared his throat. It was obvious it was awkward for him to ask what he wanted to ask, especially when Bill’s obliviousness could be interpreted as arrogance. 

“My name is Aurora Lou Isaac, I am a singer and have worked tonight. My dad is Paolo Isaac and his lawyer's name is Fabian De Soto,” said Aurora and pushed forward. Bill looked down at her confused. He still didn't understand. 

The guard nodded and looked even more uncomfortable when Aurora pulled out her ID and credit card from her bra.

The guard looked at her ID and nodded a little. 

“Or do you want me to call my dad? I can call my dad,” she said with a bit of an attitude. Bill wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He was a grown man and she talked about her father. 

“No miss, that's okay. I'm sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night like this.” He gave Aurora her ID and then he and the receptionist walked away. Bill closed the door and looked at his young mistress. The fake eyelashes and the big curls. The leopard fur. Oh. 

Aurora shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him. 

“The receptionist was just jealous of my Chanel bag,” she joked. Bill smiled carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“But why did you mention your dad?” He asked with humor. He felt weird about it, especially when she had said his dad was his brother’s age. 

“He was in this series, Plastic Salvation on Netflix about plastic surgeons so many recognize his name.” 

“Oh.” 

Bill knew what series it was. He had never watched it himself but his wife had. 

Aurora started to undress again while Bill looked at her from behind. He admired every curve, every curl but Aurora just wondered why he was silent. She danced and sang that night. One man had screamed at her to suck his cock. Bill was a man with class. She gave the dark blue suit hanging on the wardrobe a glance and then down on the two pairs of dressing shoes on the floor. 

“You were amazing tonight. You're a great singer. I can't understand why you haven't been signed,” Bill suddenly said behind her and it made Aurora turn around. She stood in just panties and had collected her long hair to a bun high on her head with her hands. She smiled big and let her hair go. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, you're better than the most singers out there.” Bill smiled with big eyes and rubbed his hands against each other. Aurora giggled and started to sing Moon River, one of the songs she had sung that night and walked up at him slowly and sensual. Bill looked at her, once again unconscious about his smile and leaned back on his hands. He let her move sensually against him until she had ended the song and she stood with her nose pressed against his. Bill closed his eyes and breathed her in. He laid his hands on her hips but caressed only softly. He was rock hard but not even that made him want to miss that moment. It was such a sensual moment between two drifters. 

××× 

It was Bill's last night in New York. He had promised her over and over he would be back soon again. That he wouldn't forget her. She had even cried while they made dinner in her cramped little kitchen. It was ugly behavior from her when she knew that she didn't want a serious relationship. She felt awful that she had fooled him like that but she had just fallen into it, he was so amazing. She cried again, she didn't want to lose him, even if she must. Bill gave her a worried look when he looked away from the screen to look down at her where she was laying on his chest.

“What is it, my love?” He said, softly while playing with her hair. He got worried something had happened to her, she knew she had conflicts at work but also that New York could be a dangerous city. Everytime it was something, could be something super tiny, he also became worried that she had found out about his secret. In his head he always tried to find a fast explanation to his crime but it always fell flat. He sounded like every other asshole. 

“It feels like I tricked you…” Aurora sat up and wiped away the tears with long manicured nails. Bill furrowed his brows but felt also relieved. She didn't know. 

“What do you mean?” 

“God… I'm really sorry Bill but this will not lead anywhere. I really, really like you but I must focus on my career. I can't get involved now, I must be able to work when it's needed.” 

Bill looked at her disappointed, even if he had a wife at home. He had plans to leave her and had started to see a real future with Aurora but that idea fell like a house of cards. 

“Oh…” he said and lowered his eyes. 

“I'm so sorry if you feel like I tricked you…” Aurora still cried and Bill looked at her messing up her eyeliner and bit a hole in her shiny lips. He tried to smile and kissed her forehead. 

“It's okay… It's okay. Of course you should focus on your career.” 

Aurora looked at him with big chestnut brown eyes and smiled a little. Bill wiped away a tear on her cheek and nodded to himself. He didn't have any right to say anything else. Aurora was too good for a cheating forty year old and of course she should focus on her career. She was so talented. 

“But I hope we can keep contact? Like, maybe see each other for lunch if you're in town?” Said Aurora with a hopeful smile. Bill wondered silently if lunch meant sex and dragged his hand over Aurora's waist. That perfect woman. Her perfect curves. Ass. Pussy. He pressed his eyes together like it was painful to think about. He opened his eyes and looked at Aurora, straight into her eyes. That perfect sensitive, big hearted girl. He could feel his eyes getting shiny but he blinked it away. 

“Of course we will keep contact. I want to hear everything about your record deal and your world tour,” said Bill and pulled her closer to him. Aurora giggled and laid her legs over his so they could hug really close while sitting down. 

“Lou… Lou… My little Lou…” he whispered in her ear and kissed her earlobe.

×××

Bill loved Stockholm. He loved his daughters. His friends. He liked the Christmas decorations and even his work sometimes but that didn't mean life was fun. He went up, went to work, made dinner for his family and went to bed. Then repeat the next day. His wife was there in the background but he gave her less and less attention. He didn't do it on purpose, it just happened like that. 

He thought about Aurora. Probably too much. Way too much but they didn't have any contact. If she didn't contact him he wouldn't contact her. He made himself believe his crimes weren't as big if he didn't contact her but it didn't stop him from fantasizing about their next meeting but also prepare for it. He got up an hour early three times a week to go to the gym. He wanted to die when he got up at 4.30 in Stockholm’s total darkness but the fantasy about showing himself ripped to Aurora motivated him. It was also great now when he had plans to go to auditions. It was Aurora who had inspired him and for now he kept it a secret from those who hadn't seen him at the manager. It was just his brother, Valter and another actor his own age. 

It was the 20th of December.

2006-12-20. 

The numbers came up in his head and made the side of his lips move up for a second. He stood and looked at the children’s made calendar at some friends' house but looked away when the man of the house came into the kitchen. 

“Cute calendar,” said Bill with a nod to the calendar with painted macaroni. 

“Yeah…” said the dude coldly and nodded a little. 

It was a “glöggmingel.” A Swedish cocktail party where you drank mold wine and ate christmas snack food. None of the people there were Bill's friends. They were snobbish hipsters while he still mostly hung out with his same low-key friends he had had since middle school. These were his wife's friends and they weren't amused by him at all. Maybe they would have been if his work was more exciting or his friends were cooler but now they just saw him as the boring Skarsgård. Quite often nowadays it felt like his wife felt the same thing.

He looked at people walking through the kitchen. He had sat down on a high chair by the kitchen island. He was bad at socializing for no reason, especially because he had nothing in common with those people. He scrolled through his phone and by accident… Okay, it wasn't by accident, it was absolutely himself who chose to click on Aurora’s bitmoji on Snapchat and add her. It was her birthday, he needed to congratulate her, that was all… 

She accepted him fast and he got a notice quickly that she had messaged him. Bill laughed with happiness from seeing it but covered his smile with the hand he supported his chin in. He looked around a bit with just his eyes to see if someone was close then he opened it. 

It wasn't Aurora. It was a girl of the same age but with light brown hair and purple glittery make up. Bill lowered the sound fast when he realized it was a movie. 

“Billy! Lou's dilf!” 

Another girl came up with a plastic trumpet and played it. Girly laughter could be heard all around until he saw Aurora's pretty face smile embarrassed. She didn't have any makeup on but a big golden tiara and his knitted sweater. He thought he had forgotten it but suspected now she had stolen his favorite gray knit. He smiled big just by seeing her. 

“I thought you'd forgotten me. Miss you baby,” she said and gave the camera an air kiss. Bill smirked but panicked a bit when he realized she would want a movie or at least a picture as an answer. He couldn't take a picture of his face, it would look weird in front of the party goers and it would look silly to take a picture in the bathroom. He took a picture of his hand instead. He redid it a couple of times just so the size and veins would show. He also wanted his watch to show but the rings he took off and laid to the side, out of picture.

Of course I haven't forgotten you. I miss you too so fucking much. Happy birthday princess.

He put on the rings again and waited for an answer. He didn't care if the people at the party thought he was boring. 

He looked at Aurora's next Snapchat. It was much more risky. She obviously was on her way into the shower and had taken a picture of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her naked back and ass. Bill cleared his throat and took a sip of the mold wine. It tasted like water after seeing that picture. He took a screenshot. He knew Aurora could see that he did so but he didn't care. He needed that picture. 

“Are you sitting here all alone?” 

Bill looked up at his sister in law’s boyfriend and smiled awkwardly. 

“I'm quite tired…” he said and put his phone between his legs like a teenager in class. The guy made a face and smirked a little. Bill knew why, he always said he was tired but it didn't make him want to be with them more, he was too old to try to please assholes just because they thought they were the coolest on Södermalm. When more assholes started to come into the kitchen Bill didn't have anymore energy for it. 

He walked into the living room to find his wife. She wore a wine red dress with wrinkled texture he couldn't really understand and her hair in a tight updo. He didn't mean to compare her with his young mistress but it was hard not to. He wondered how Aurora would look at her birthday. 

“I think I will head out now. You know, the soccer party is tomorrow,” he said to her but she didn't fully look at him, like she had better things to do than talk to him. He meant his oldest daughter’s soccer team’s Christmas party. He didn't know how it happened but in some way he had become a supportive coach just because someone remembered he was good at soccer when he was twelve. He hadn't played soccer sober since his teens and suddenly he needed to teach a group of twelve year old girls how to play. 

“Do that,” his wife said shortly then turned to her friend again. He felt invisible sometimes, in those moments he wondered if his life had been different if he had become an actor. He had never seen Alex or Gustaf be treated the way he could be treated. 

He snapchatted with Aurora the whole way home and then continued in bed when the babysitter had gone home and the kids were sleeping. He followed every step of her birthday and also how she made herself ready for the night. She explained to him that she didn't like when her birthday became a Christmas party so red was banned when people celebrated with her.

He didn't really know what to do when she sent a picture of her outfit to the night. A short pink silky skirt but to that were just strands of rhinestones. It was like a bikini top but it didn't cover anything and she explained how her friends would tape it on her boobs so it wouldn't move. As some sort of calming words she explained she would also have a white fur boa but Bill couldn't stop thinking about the rhinestone top. He had thought his wife's outfit was boring and weird but Aurora's… Was it sexy or just too sexy? She could wear it for him but she would go out in New York City.

He got even more confused about what feelings he felt for it when she sent a picture of herself in the outfit and he felt a stir in his boxers. When he looked at the video where one of her friends filmed her dance in the outfit he pulled on his black boxers and looked at his erection disappointed. She controlled him completely and he knew he would just write the outfit was super hot and keep every other thought to himself. She could wear whatever she wanted as long as she wanted him to be the one to take it off. 

Will you go home with…

He scratched it out and stared at the chat's white background. 

Should I worry…

Fuck, he sounded too pathetic. He looked up at the ceiling and played around with his tongue in his mouth. He sighed and accepted that was probably what he needed to be, pathetic. There was no other way. 

You're so beautiful. I just want you for myself, you know. Can I have you for myself?

He stared at the message. He was so pathetic, especially because he was still hard. He bit his thumbnail while waiting for an answer but she didn't even open the message. He dragged his hands over his face over and over but realized after a while he must sleep. Even if she didn't answer. He laid his phone under the pillow so his wife wouldn't see he was messaging Little Lou. 

××× 

Bill felt a hand over his naked chest, a finger tip circling around his nipple. He smirked a little and thought about Aurora's birthday outfit, she must have come home now and wanted his cock. He made a sound of pleasure when she kissed his neck but it was caught in his throat. The lips didn't feel right. Aurora's lips were pouty and always soft with either lipstick or lipgloss; these were not, it was even more obvious when they kissed. It wasn't Aurora’s soft kisses, this was his wife's more determined, dry kisses. Bill opened his eyes and looked down at her hand touching him over his boxers. He was still hard, probably still because of Aurora and her little outfit. For a moment he let his wife continue. Sucking his neck and dragging her hand over his erection, even if he was now used to a more careful and soft way. He let his wife top him in her underwear but when he opened his eyes and didn't see soft futures and brown eyes he pushed away his wife carefully. “I'm too tired…” he said lowly and turned his back to her. She made an offended sound. 

“Your are so fucking boring,” she said and pushed his back lightly. Bill closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know what was right and could hear his bad conscience like a group of seagulls in his head. They got company when his wife started to snore. It had probably been a bit too much wine for her at the party and Bill wondered if there was a guy from the night she thought about when she stuffed her hand in his boxers. Bill sighed and stood up with his pillow and phone and silently walked out to the couch in the living room. Could he leave his wife for a girl who didn't want a relationship? That maybe didn't even have real feelings for him? She probably hadn't, he was the boring Skarsgård after all. 

××× 

He walked up The Skinnarvik mountain even if he slipped on the ice over and over. He just needed a place to breathe. It was early morning and Södermalm hadn't woken up yet so he could sit down on a cliff and enjoy the silence. He wanted his guilty conscience to become just as silent but it had rooted in him and itched like a rash. 

He wanted to leave his wife but it was the wrong time. It was Christmas Eve in three days. He couldn't do that to his daughters and also risked being homeless over Christmas. He needed to wait. 

He looked at the clock on his phone, 7.45. Then it was 1.45 in New York. 

Are you awake?

He just needed to hear Aurora’s sweet voice. Her giggle and accent made him always smile. 

Yeah. I just got home.

She sent a picture of herself once again in the bathroom mirror. She wore his knitted sweater and had two ponytails in her hair. Her face was fresh from makeup. She smiled sweetly with young cheeks. He took a screenshot. His girlfriend. He knew he had no right to even think it but she was. In his heart she was. 

Is that the tenth screenshot you’ve taken tonight? :p

Haha probably. I miss you. Can I call? 

Aurora sat under her cover in bed with a warm chest. There was just something with Bill. She had never felt so warm and safe before. He was so sweet and lovable. Maybe it was some kind of a Swedish thing, or his age but it was just something that made him so obviously “husband material”. He was the kind of man she wanted for the rest of her life. 

Of course! 

Bill called her with cold hands with his heart in his throat. As soon as he heard her voice he forgot that he was cheating. It was just the two of them in the whole world. 

“Why did it take so long for you to contact me?” She asked carefully. 

“Ehh… I don't know. I guess I didn't dare?” Bill said and looked around at the Stockholm view. “You didn't contact me either,” he continued teasingly. 

“I'm a good girl. I was waiting for you,” she said playfully and with a bit of a childish voice. Bill laughed but then changed the subject. 

“How was your birthday, babe?” 

“It was good, chill. And I took another top! It was too cold!” It wasn't like she didn't understand what Bill thought about the top.

“I can understand that.” Bill was pleased and knew he sounded that way too. Aurora giggled. “What did you wear instead?” 

“Nothing special.” 

“You always wear something special,” Bill said with a smirk. Aurora giggled again. 

“I'm sending you a picture.” 

Bill moved his phone from his ear to look at the picture. She wore a black dress with white lace and bow detail. It was quite modest and he wondered if this was her way to show she was off the market. 

“You're so pretty. I love the dress.” 

“I kinda had you in mind when I put it on…” 

Bill smiled wide but didn't say anything, his heart was beating too hard. 

They continued to talk about her night out, his glöggmingel (but left his wife out) and he explained Swedish Christmas traditions. He had told all of his colleagues about Swedish Christmas but this was one of few times he liked talking about it. Her questions were cute, she made him think of things he had never really thought of and she asked about his girls in a thoughtful way. 

“You know I love you, right?” He heard himself say and he licked his lips nervously. On the other side of the line sat Aurora with a beating heart and hid her blushing face in the covers even if she was alone. 

“I love you too. And you're my dream man.” 

××× 

"You're my dream man."

Bill had a wide smile on his lips while he stood in the shower. He showered hot after being out for almost two hours in the snowy landscape. He let the water stream down, burning his skin like his emotions burned his insides. He looked down at his body. He was pleased with himself; he had started working out more and dragged his fingertips over his pubic hair. He would trim it down short and shave off his happy trail completely. He always felt his stomach looked more fit if he did that and now he could see abs when he flexed. As always the stomach was the hardest for him to train. His legs seem to be fit just by biking to work, his arms and shoulders just needed that one hour long gym time he have had before but a soft belly he seemed to get just by looking at pasta. 

He flexed his stomach again. He wasn't that fit yet he could see the muscles while relaxing so he would probably be forced to flex most of the time he was together with Aurora. He just wanted her to see his hard work. 

They had decided he would come around the fifth of January to her, his girls were back in school then but he also had time to manipulate his job to give him work at New York University. He said to Aurora he just wanted the trip paid for by them and that was why he would talk with them but in reality he needed an excuse to say to his wife. 

His wife stood outside of the bathroom and listened to Bill sing a song in the shower. It sounded like that new RnB singer but she didn't think he listened to such music. 

It wasn't like she hadn't noticed something was up with Bill. Especially when she had come home yesterday and saw him in bed. He was much more fit than he had been for years and a few days earlier when she looked through his phone she saw that he had sent a audition video to a Hollywood casting director. She looked through his phone quite often. She had it as a habit, she knew all his passwords. It wasn't something he knew but she was observant and just wanted to feel some sort of control. She had never expected him to cheat, she just wanted to see if he had other secrets. She took his phone that laid on the drawer in the bedroom. He didn't feel as innocent anymore. She locked it up easily, the finger print lock had been taken away after he had woken up when his oldest daughter had pressed his thumb to the screen. 

Bill otherwise deleted sensitive materials, it was just of some sort of paranoia but that day he hadn't done it yet. He had just come home. His wife looked through his messages and found nothing, also his call list but there wasn't anything strange either. Then she opened the image gallery. A young woman's face met her at once. A young woman's bathroom selfie. She had no makeup on but still was gorgeous. She clicked on the screenshot folder and found more pictures of the girl. She looked like she was in her early twenties. Picture of her in a black dress, close ups of her face with glittery lips and long lashes, a picture of her in a bra while another girl curled her hair. The last picture was one more picture of her in the bathroom mirror, with a naked backside. She was curvy at the right places and had a cute girly smile. Bill's wife could hear her pulse in her head. She didn't know if he had contact with the girl or if she was just some online girl he had gotten obsessed with. He was in the right age for suddenly getting obsessed with a teenager. 

She opened Snapchat and saw his top conversation. 

Little Lou. 

Just the bitmoji looked like the girl. Long dark hair, big brown eyes and full lips. It was painfully obvious her husband had some sort of relationship with a twenty year old girl. 

That pathetic man. 

×

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furthermore;

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i'm not good at introductions so here we go...

my name is gabby

my pronouns are she/her

i have an obsession with older men (it's a problem)

i love writing but i stay lacking in the motivation department

i made a playlist for this blog just because I was bored

also I have a couple other blogs you can look at if you want,

@ozzysbloodbat

@dollsplat

@rottingspunk

@onegoodmourning

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about the writing...

i most likely won't write smut

i write for...

nothing against it i just suck at writing it

sebastian stan + bucky barnes, steve kemp

tom hiddleston

richard madden

aaron taylor johnson

james mcavoy + charles xavier

alexander skarsgård

chris evans + steve rogers, andy barber

cillian murphy

christian bale

[mashasnaill]

Oh that playful tongue🙃

[raewritesfiction]

My Year In Review 2022

I posted 2,731 times in 2022

That's 638 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (15%)

2,320 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@raewritesfiction

@purplerain85

@whiskeyncoke-redux

@differentcatcat

@captainsy-cookiemonster

I tagged 1,359 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#pedro pascal - 199 posts

#chris evans - 163 posts

#alexander skarsgard - 141 posts

#anon - 129 posts

#ask - 125 posts

#sebastian stan - 123 posts

#alexander skarsgård - 117 posts

#imagine - 113 posts

#henry cavill - 105 posts

#bill skarsgard - 104 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#even if u dont have many followers reblogs still help bc more reblogs can boost fics in tags adn then more ppl will see them

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Pearl Necklace [Chris Evans]

A/N: just an idea that floated into my brain…

Plot: Reader has fun times with Chris Evans and he makes sure to praise her right.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), use of honourifics

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Chris had flopped down on the sofa - sinking his way down so his head could lean back - as soon as he had come home. A long day has been expected but it had been especially stressful and had included more than one call to you so he could offload his thoughts.

You had made sure that when he had gotten home you were ready; you wore his favourite little black form-fitting dress and had forgone the need for any underwear. Your hair was tied up and back off of your face which was made up with only the cheapest mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The kind that smudged and ran with ease.

Silently you walk into the room and stand between his spread legs, sinking to your knees as his eyes open. He smiles widely at you and licks his lips. “Well damn baby…”

You smirk but stay silent and run your hands up his thighs, squeezing lightly and then moving up to his waistband, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that held him captive.

“You sure know how to make a rough day much better..” Chris runs his fingers over your cheek and holds your chin, his thumb moving back and forth over your jaw while your hands pull down his pants “you’re such a good pet for me…”

A shiver runs over your body at his words and you wrap a hand around his hardening length “always for you…” you whisper quietly and work your hand over him; your fingers dancing around the head and making him squirm.

“You always know how to make me feel good.” Chris moans and runs a hand into your hair to grip the messy bun. “Please…”

You lick your lips and dip your head, sucking the head of his cock lightly; teasing him just enough to make him whine your name. Just when he’s getting extra needy you lower your head and take his cock into your mouth fully until he hits the back of your throat.

“Oh Jesus fuck! When did you learn that?!” Chris arches off the sofa and groans loudly, looking down to watch your head move with each suck of his cock. He grips the messy bun and helps guide your rhythm and speed; jerking his hips when he feels you wrap your hand around his balls and massage lightly.

The dildo you had practiced on wasn’t quite the same size as Chris but it had worked well as you now take him deeper and practically breathe through your ears. Chris’s groans and panting were music to your ears but too soon he pulled you away “I wanna be inside you..” looking down at your running mascara and smudged lipstick with a smirk.

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OFFICIAL MOVE ANNOUNCEMENT

I moved on to only posting on my RP Blog and a new Anya Taylor-Joy and Bill Skarsgård dedicated tumblr.

Tumblr won't respond to me about my tags or why I don't show up on dashboards, which is wild because I've had this account since 2011. Yes, 2011. Find me there please.

I am still interested in rp'ing so the tags in this blog as well as anyaxbill are still valid.

Listing my rp preferences again under the cut but please refer to Bonafide Cat Lady RPs for up to date preferences

﹒⪩ Mary ・ 30+ ・ 1x1 discord ⪨﹒

hi! i’m mary. i live vicariously through my characters. i’m the pinterest+playlist+tiktok-link kind of player. the one that wants to build a rl friendship as well as a plot. i like to dive deep and add as we go but need to start with some well planned direction set, an aspiration for the story.

-ˋˏ❥- 21+ (preferably older); same with fcs;

-ˋˏ❥- OC only

-ˋˏ❥- rl, mr&mrs smith (2023) lore, vampires/werewolves, gangs or shady businesses

-ˋˏ❥- mxf; ship for ship; smut ( preferred)

-ˋˏ❥- controlled drama, feels are ok as long if it’s part of the plot, has a planned solve and in the rp only. i suck at too cutsie plots and am having a muse strike rn for normal real world things. But I do want some comfort, mumu, smut.

-ˋˏ❥-fav faces: (♀) anya taylor joy*, alycia debnam carey, phoebe tonkin, margot robbie, jennifer lawrence, florence pugh, your fav ;)

-ˋˏ❥-fav faces: (♂) bill skarsgård*, alexander skarsgård, ryan gosling, charlie hunnam, sebastian stan, chris hemsworth, your fav ;)

*these two are my OTP, im obsessed with it atm so fair warning ill want this lol

[indefiniteimagines]

Day 1: 5some Porn Star AU

A/N: WELCOME TO KINKTOBER 2022! I'm a few days late, but I am catching up between now and tomorrow. Please enjoy this 3.6k word porno because it's got zero plot.

WARNINGS: PLUS SIZE READER, Language, SMUT, PWP, surprise female director, Fem director fisting reader (ass and pussy), Double penetration (ass and pussy), boot licking, foot to face, Double penetration (ass and ass), Slapping, spitting, choking, oral (M receiving), squirting (slurping up squirt), Vibrator wand, throatpie, facial, cum in eye, creampie, IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING. I'M SO SORRY (MINORS DNI)

"Hey Daphne, we're ready for you," the producer says to you at your vanity.

"Oh okay!" You stand up and adjust your skirt before following him out of the green room. You walk down the dingy hallway before you start to see bright lights and hear more chatter. The makeup artist on set ushered you to the chair in the middle of the room and you sat down. She added a bit more powder and gloss to your look,

"Are you excited?"

"I'm so nervous!"

"Don't be. Everyone here is a professional and you know Scarlett would burn them at the stake if they hurt one of her girls."

"Yeah I guess that's true...."

"You'll do great. Just let loose and have fun," she said with a wink. She took a slight step back to look at her work and when she was satisfied, she gave your knee a light squeeze before walking away.

"Alright, everyone quiet on set! We're gonna get this thing started." This was the first time you heard Scarlett speak today and her voice sent waves through your body. After she got situated in the Director's chair next to the camera, she started talking to you.

"Alright Sweetie, we're about to shoot the first interview right now. Don't worry, it'll just be me and you talking; trying to get a better feel as to who you are, what brought you here, etc. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," you say flashing your winning smile.

"Alright, everyone quiet! Hit lights, roll camera. Let me see how that looks," she says to the cameraman. She gives you a thumbs up while still looking in the viewfinder before turning back to you,

“Hi there.”

“Hiiii, hehe,” you nervously say.

“What’s your name, Love?”

“I’m Daphne Rose.”

“And Daphne are you over 18?”

“Yes I am. I just turned 22.”

“Oh perfect! Well can I just say that you are so fucking cute. Like so adorable.”

“Oh thank you so much.”

“You are very welcome. So Daphne, you know why you’re here, right? I mean you’re here to get fucked.”

“By 4 guys.” 

“Yeah haha! Well, more like 4 beasts.”

“Ohhh my gosh, haha.”

“So tell me what brought you to Lovemefuckme.com. Was it fantasies? Was it a boyfriend who was a little rough and you realized ‘hey, this turns me on’? Or what was it that made you want to shoot with such a rough company?”

“Ummmm, I guess a little bit of all of it. I’ve had these sort of darker, 'struggle to get away’ fantasies for as long as I could remember. All of my boyfriends were never rough enough, so I think that’s why the want for this experience still lingers. Plus I mean, in the "real world" you don't always have 4 guys willing to throw you around and fuck you safely. I think that's really important when it comes to acting out darker fantasies. And I feel super safe with you, so I know I'll be more willing to put on the show of "No I really don't want this" while keeping my legs open and welcoming cocks, haha!"

"That's super hot. And trust me, you do not have to tell these guys twice about being rough. Have you ever been gangbanged or DP'd before?"

"No! I've never even had a threesome, so having two cocks in me at once or even in the same hole is what I'm shooting for!"

"Amazing. Hopefully we can stretch you out to do that. How tall are you, if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm barely 5'6."

"Oh they're gonna have fun with your little ass. Two of our guys are 6'5."

"Holy shit," you say squirming in your chair and rubbing your legs together.

"Nuh uh. I see that. No cheating," Scarlett warns.

"Sorry!" you say with a small giggle.

"And we can cut this part out if you want, but how much do you weigh?"

"I'm 230. But that's another reason I'm here. I've seen plus size models get roughed up and tossed around like nothing on the site and girls like me have a hard time finding that in society. So, I'm really looking forward to that!"

"Yeah, you are one of our smaller plus size models so the guys will have no problem at all rocking your little world. I mean you know we practically work with anyone who is consenting and over 18. We've had petite, plus size, milfs, mature, trans. The list goes on. But they're all here for the same reason you are; to live out their taboo fantasy safely...and get paid for it."

"Oh yeah the money is just a bonus!"

"Money is going to be the last thing on your mind, but I promise you will get paid for the work you do. Speaking of money, since this is a struggle scene I am offering you incentives to not get fucked."

"To not get fucked?"

"Exactly, so if you can last the whole shoot without a cock in your pussy, ass or mouth then that's an instant $1,000 bonus on top of what you're already making. If you just so happen to escape from the room, meaning past the camera and production crew, then that's an extra $4,000. So in total, you can make up to $5,000 plus your set salary. How does that sound?"

"Oh wow! I really wanted to get fucked, but 5 grand sounds a little better!"

"That's what they all say," she said with a grin.

"Now that we've gone over the basics, it's time to talk about your safe words. Do you remember them?"

"Yes. It's 'Red' if i want to stop, 'Mercy' or 'Yellow' to slow down or change something and 'Uh Uh Uh' if I have something in my mouth."

"Perfect. And make sure to really emphasize the head shake with 'Uh Uh Uh'. If you get nervous, just look to me and I'll try to center you back. Please know that you can use your safe word as many times as you need to and that it does not make you a weak model. It could be as simple as you have an eyelash in your eye to needing more lube. If you need to use them, please do not hesitate, okay?"

"Okay," you say with a sweet smile.

"Alright, well I think that about covers it. Are you ready?"

"I'm so ready."

"Okay, we'll call you back in about 20 minutes."

"Perfect!"

*20 minutes later*

You were back on set in the middle of the room. There was a small light behind the production crew that was positioned in a way that darkened your surroundings but lit you up. You could tell you weren't alone due to the heavy breathing coming from different directions in the room. You started to vibrate with excitement and fear at the same time.

"Alright, you ready?! Remember, 1,000 bucks to not get any cocks inside of you and $4,000 if you get past me. Once a cock is in you, there's no need to fight them off because you already lost that money. Just enjoy it. You have until the end of the shoot to get out. No biting, no scratching, no throwing elbows. Ready? GO!"

You let out a small squeal before running toward the crew. You get maybe 2 feet before the overhead lights are turned on and an arm is reached out and you're tugged back by your waist. Your feet come slightly off the floor as you're yanked back into the biggest man's torso. You see a tall, buff blonde come a pull one of your legs, followed by the shorter blonde doing the same; causing you to start bucking your legs.

They laugh at your attempts as the curly haired brunette comes and pulls your top down, exposing your black bra. They all let out a growl as he starts to knead your clad tit. You're still squirming in their embrace, trying to get free but to no avail. You arch your back and the man behind you grips tighter,

"Stop fighting. You've already lost," he says in your ear.

"Fuck you guys! No, I haven't!"

"Fuck us? Fuck us?" He yanks you back toward the bed, but the other men still have your legs.

"Let her go, guys. Let her go. You heard her, she wants to fuck us." They all release and you and Pablo flop back on the bed, your arms still behind your back. He wraps his legs around yours and holds them open. His hand goes around your neck, the other locking your arms as Henry tears your underwear at the hips and rips them off.

Alex and Chris begin taking off your shoes before taking turns ripping your tank top down your chest, leaving glorious red streaks in the process. Alex tugs at the center of your bra and it pops open. His and Henry's hands go straight for your nipples, tugging and flickering them. You're still struggling as your are now butt naked. Chris starts to rub your clit roughly.

"Alright, someone get a dick inside of her," Pablo says as Chris unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock. He positions himself between your legs and attempts to infiltrate your hole. You're still struggling as much as you can, making it difficult for him to execute.

The other three were still laughing at your attempts to get free. Chris repositions himself and starts to rub the head of his cock over your hole.

Scarlett yelled from the other side of the room, "Remember, 1,000 bucks! Don't let those cocks in you."

"You have a cock in you yet?" Pablo asked from behind you.

"Basically," you said with a smile.

"She's fucking tight," Chris says, still probing at your cunt. You let out a small laugh that turned into a moan when you felt the warm sting of Chris finally entering your pussy. He shows no mercy in his movements as he begins fucking you. Alex and Henry both have their cocks out and are stroking them, watching Chris have his way with you.

He thrusts relentlessly in you a few more times before he tells someone else to tag in. Henry races and untangles your legs from Pablo; growling as he pulled you farther on your back. Pablo still had your arms, but Henry placed your legs on one of his shoulders. His hand replaced Pablo's around your neck and he begins to pound you harder than Chris.

You can't help but stare up at Henry's curls bouncing up and down. You're snapped out of your daze when you feel Alex reach his hand between your bodies and grip your tit. Henry goes balls deep one last time before he pulls out. Alex grabs your hair and pulls you from the bed and to your knees. He turns your head towards Henry, forcing you to taste yourself.

You happily slurp his cock, tasting the pleasure your body secreted before you take him deeper; bobbing your head up and down. He pushes you off and tells you to find dicks. You reach out both hands and welcome them like you said earlier.

You're suddenly pulled up by the hair on the nape of your neck and yanked backwards by Pablo. You briefly look him in his eyes before he spit roughly on your cheek. You smile wide before he pushes you back on the bed. You land on your stomach when your ankle is caught and pulled back so you're back on the floor.

Alex pulls your hips up so you're on your knees and easily slides his cock in your sopping cunt. He lets out a grunt and bottoms out immediately. The grip he had on your hips was monstrous, but his cock felt too good to care. Pablo placed his boot on your jaw and you stick out your tongue to lick it. Alex repositions one of his hands and starts to have a hold on your shoulder. He starts to watch you lick the boot of the behemoth of a man and spits towards your face. You swipe it into your mouth and hold your fingers there as the familiar coil in your stomach starts to form.

You're moaning around your fingers when your eyes roll back.

"Are you cumming?" Pablo asks, leaning down. "Is she cumming?"

"Oh she's fucking cumming," Alex says.

"Don't let her cum," Henry calls out. Alex roughly pulls out of you and you moan in disagreement, but your orgasm was too close and your moan soon turns to pleasure.

"Did you fucking cum anyway?" Chris asks. You could't even regain your composure before you're trying to stand and escape. Chris and Henry push you back to the ground and Pablo is on you in less than a second. You're picked up and thrown back down, Pablo on your back. You heard his zipper go down,

"Since you still want to get away, I'll just make sure you can't." He spit in his hand you feel the head of his cock teasing your ass before thrusting in and giving no time to adjust. You let out a loud squeal while all the other men started whooping and cheering.

You were thrown around in all different positions before you were covered in sweat, your own cum and spit. You were almost out of it when a fully naked Henry came and slammed you against the wall face first. Pablo couched on your right and lifted your leg on his shoulder while Henry pounded your gaping ass. You ended up cumming again without permission and he yanked his cock out after Pablo told him to get the vibrator.

He lifted you to the position you started the shoot in, Chris and Alex pulling your legs apart once more.

"Get the vibrator." Henry picked up the black Hitachi Wand and held it to your overexposed clit.

Your worlds started to vibrate as your body shook from the wand,

"Ohhhhhh shiiiiitttt!!!!"

"Are you gonna ask to cum this time," Pablo taunted.

"Yes God please! Can I cum! Please let me cum!"

"You can cum, but I wanna see you cum on Scarlett's fist.

She struts on the set and sticks her fist in your mouth,

"Lube it up, bitch." She bends down to your cunt and slowly starts to stretch your pussy with her hand in the #4.

"OH MY GOD! FUCK! OH SHIT!"

"Look at that. Look at your whore cunt. Hold her head up." Pablo listened and shoved your head towards your stretched out pussy to see Scarlett's full fist filling you up.

"OH FUCK! Can I cum? Please can I cum?"

"Cum! Cum!" She encouraged. She kept pumping her fist in and out until you were soaking her forearm in cum. Your eyes were almost demonic as you came for the hardest time that day.

"Mmmmm, can I taste it? I wanna taste it," you say with you tongue out. Her fist is still inside of you when she tells Pablo to lower you back to the floor so you're sitting on her fist. She slowly pulls it out and immediately shoved it in your mouth.

"Taste it you fucking whore. Look at my shirt. Look what you did!" She yelled as she pulled you forward by your hair and onto your stomach. You begin to slurp up your squirt from the floor and swallow it. You do it again but this time she tells you to hold it in you mouth. She sits you back on your butt and opens your legs wide before attaching the wand back to your sensitive clit.

"Gargle that shit." You waste no time in following her command. You swallow it again and her hand is back down your throat. You begin to fight her and Chris comes and holds your arms. You try to talk but it comes out in gargles,

"What? Hmmm? What are you trying to tell me?" she asks as she turns off the wand. "You think I care that you want to breathe?"

"You should fist her ass too," you hear Henry say from behind Scarlett. She pulls her hand from your mouth and rubs your spit all over your face. She does it again and goes deeper down your throat,

"I'm gonna fist every hole you have. Turn her over."

Chris flips you over and Pablo and Alex each take a leg. Chris places his knee on your head to prevent you from moving at all. You feel Scarlett spit on your tight ass for good measure before she makes the same #4 shape with her hand and begins forcing her fist in your hole.

You begin to struggle against all of them and Henry comes and places his foot on your hips, holding them down.

"Ahh...ahhhh! Ow! Ow! OW!"

"We don't respond to 'Ow', bitch," you hear Pablo say. You still struggle when you hear Scarlett say to relax. You try your best, but the stretch is too much. She grabs your hips and put you on your knees to get a different angle.

The camera zoomed in on her fist and your hole, struggling to fit it. She keeps applying pressure, encouraging you to take it.

"It's almost in. Don't puss out on me now. Sit back on it." You angle your hips down and start to meet her in the middle.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!"

"It's almost in. It's almost in.....little more. There it is! Fucking A, that is a tight ass!" She gently pulls it out and Chris reaches for her hand before shoving it in is own mouth.

He turned you over and Scarlett's hand went around your neck before reaching for the wand once more,

"You wanna get fucked again, huh? Beg for it, bitch. Say 'Please Mommy Scarlett, let them stuff my holes' ", she says as she grips your hair and pulls your head back and forth.

"Please Mommy Scarlett! Please let them fuck my whore holes!"

"Look in the camera! I wanna see you beg me when I'm editing this."

"Please Mommy Scarlett! Please let them fuck my whore holes."

She made you cum once again and threw the wand down. Both of her hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off the air supply,

"You got me on camera with no makeup, my hair isn't done. Who the fuck do you think you are?" She asks releasing your throat and spitting in your face.

"Fuck her!" she yells before walking back to the director chair. You're yanked back to the bed, straddling Chris as he pulls you to his chest and Pablo comes up behind you. You feel Chris enter your pussy and Pablo slides easily into your stretched out ass. They fuck you like that for a few minutes while you choke on Alex's cock and stroke Henry.

You feel Chris slip out of your cunt and Pablo positions your hips down on his cock. What they're doing doesn't register until you feel Chris also poking at your ass. Pablo is still lowing your hips on their cocks before they both let out a loud moan and your eyes roll back. They relentlessly pound your tightest hole before switching with Alex and Henry.

These two are smaller than the other two, but the stretch and gape is still accomplished. Alex pulls out of your ass when Henry tells you to turn around on his cock and face the camera. With your legs open, Alex quickly switches between your pussy and ass while rubbing your clit.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Please can I cum?! Please FUCK!" They give you the green light and you're cumming and soaking their cocks like the dirty cock whore you are. You're pulled off the bed and to your knees on the floor. A cock is shoved in your mouth and down your throat before another one is forcing it's way in.

Above you, Pablo grabs the corners of your mouth and pulls them in to a makeshift smile.

"Smile for the camera, Daphne." Henry comes behind you and pulls your mascara smeared eyes open and you look in the camera with two cocks in your mouth. Pablo pulls his out and allows Alex to grab your head and use your throat like a pussy. His hips are snapping against your chin before he pulls out and strokes above you. He starts moaning loudly before shoving your nose to meet his hips, bottoming out in your throat as he releases his cum into your stomach.

The other three are stroking their cocks when Chris runs to you and squirts his cum on your face, hitting you in the eye. You wipe your eye and suck the cum off your index finger. Henry found that arousing and made your beautiful pupils his ultimate target. He moaned and came hard as you welcomed the warm, powerful sting to your orbs. This time you didn't wipe it out and looked to the last one.

Pablo pulled you up on the bed and forced you down on your back. He placed of your legs on his shoulder and shoved his cock deep in your pussy, before doing what Alex did and stretched out both holes.

"You were a real fucking whore today. Taking 4 huge cocks from grown ass men. Letting our fucking director have her way with you." He started grunting as his movements became sporadic. You came one last time with his cock in your ass while the contractions trigger his own orgasm.

You feel the warm cum ooze from his cock and coat your walls. He pulls out and you push out the creampie, putting on one last show for the room. You collapse back on the bed and the camera zooms in on your face; eyes fading shut as Scarlett yells,

"And.....CUT!"

[angelaiswriting]

Interruptions | Alexander Skarsgård x fem!reader

Credits: flowers-in-your-hayr

✏️ Pairing: Alexander Skarsgård x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Alexander has a secret relationship with his brother’s childhood best friend, who also happens to be fourteen years younger than he, and his family has the very bad habit of interrupting them while they’re going at it.

✏️ A/N: happy birthday @flowers-in-your-hayr​!! I wish you all the happiness in the world! 💛 Kudos to @maggiescarborough​ for organizing this event and an extra thank you to @kind-wolf​ for uncockblocking (lol) me with some amazing ideas and lines!

✏️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY (two (2) cockblocks, oral sex both f/r and m/r, shower sex, office sex, against-the-entrance-door sex, unprotected sex, sexual themes in general) + age difference (14 years lmao) ?

✏️ Word-count: 4,751

✏️ This is obviously all mere fiction and not meant to represent real people.

Despite the fact that his family is supposed to arrive in less than two hours, both of them feel lazy to the bone as they lie there, in each other’s arms, and stare out of the window wall of Alexander’s holiday house that gives on the placid waters of the lake.

It’s a nice, sunny morning and even though the stuffy heat of the anomalously hot early summer seems to already be seeping in through the walls of the house from the outside world, they enjoy the freedom they’re given before reality comes crashing down once again. His father and siblings will come for lunch and stay until nightfall, and Y/N and Alexander will have to go back to being just friends. Assistant and employer–or whatever the media says nowadays. No kisses, no touches, no long stares dripping emotions other than those connected to friendship and companionship–and work relationship. That is, until Alexander’s ready to confess to his family that he’s fallen for Bill’s childhood best friend and first crush, which also happens to not only be one amazing friend herself, but also fourteen years younger than he.

As if his family doesn’t know already.

But she’s willing to wait however long it takes. She still feels loved, even if just in the secrecy of the walls of his house, and it’s not like she doesn’t have other things to keep her mind busy. She organizes his schedule, plans appointments for him, takes care of the house and of whomever comes to clean it twice a week, makes him breakfast in bed when they have a free day ahead… It’s all, cozy in a way, for lack of other words. And while she’d sure love to go out there, hand in hand with him, and take cheesy pictures and just be a sappy romantic girlfriend with him, she still enjoys the early mornings in bed, when he’s still spooning her and leaving light kisses on her shoulder and the side of her neck; just she enjoys the late nights spent other enjoying some Netflix show or each other.

This morning feels different, though. Slower than usual, with his light, regular breathing fanning her skin, his hands holding her close to him, his face pressed into her hair almost as though he doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that it’s already day outside. That the family will arrive sooner than he thinks. That he’ll have to wait one whole day at best to have her all alone just for himself, to indulge in what his heart desires most.

“I wish we could stay here like this forever,” he finds himself murmuring against her before he moves to press a gentle kiss to the side of her neck.

In the silence of the room, he distinctly hears her exhale as she smiles. It’s less than a couple of seconds before she leans back closer into him, skin to skin, and he almost has the impression of feeling her heartbeat in his right hand, the one that’s almost pressing between her breasts.

“I wouldn’t say no to forever in this bed,” she jokes, voice faint and still laced with sleep, and she slightly turns her head to the side to stare at him from the corner of her eye. “With you,” and she giggles like a child, the happiness bubbling up inside her and in the back of her throat, and all Alexander can do is stare at her with an almost fucked-out smile tugging at his lips as he thinks that fuck, he truly does want her forever. Maybe it’s the thrill of the age difference, of knowing that she’s still bursting with that youth that seems immortal, always burning as bright as the sun, or maybe it’s the thrill of finally loving someone in that almost lazy way that feels like fresh bedsheets on a Sunday morning and tastes like hot, strong coffee. And it’s madness, probably, but that’s how he feels.

He stares at her, propped up as he is now on an elbow, and it’s like he could stare at her forever. Literally forever, even now that she’s stopped giggling and she’s staring up at him with still-clouded eyes, lips chapped and still a bit reddened after last night, but stretching into a smile nonetheless. And he finds himself leaning down and kissing her, and it’s gentle and sweet, and time feels like it doesn’t even exist anymore.

It’s… good. He doesn’t want to say perfect because he doesn’t believe in perfection, but she surely does feel like so. And this moment, as well. This moment, this bed, her skin against his, the gentle breeze seeping in from an open window–even the weird warmth of the morning, sticking to their bodies like last night’s sweat. Her fingers in his hair, still growing after the crazy buzzcut he decided for on a whim, a couple of months ago, and her nails gently scratching his scalp make his skin break out into goosebumps as he moves to settle between her legs.

Kissing her has always somehow felt like taking a deep breath–or like diving deep into the cool waters of the lake, with not a care in the world if not, just, swimming. He loses himself in the feeling of her body against him, and of her tongue brushing against his, of her warm breath fanning the skin of his face. And then of her burning warmth, when she bends her legs at the knees and slides them up against him, caging him there, where ‘forever’ truly does feel like honey and sunshine–and also moonlight on warm, summer nights when they spend hours on the dock by the lake with wine glasses in their hands and eyes staring upwards at a sky that makes its neverendingness ever known and present.

But then the kiss breaks–he breaks it–and some of that feeling evaporates for a moment, right before he meets her eye. And she’s down there, staring up at him like he’s the moon, her hands now loosely holding onto his arms, and it’s like he has to consciously remind his body how to breathe in air.

“Yeah, I think I could truly do forever in bed with you,” she sighs and closes her eyes.

And this time Alexander is the one laughing, and shaking his head, and then bending down to kiss her face and her neck and her chest, her hands, even her goddamn fingertips. And he could spend his whole morning like that, kissing her body, caressing her skin, looking up at her like she’s the very center of the universe and he’s still unable to fully comprehend her wonders.

“Come spend some of that forever in the shower with me.” He’s sitting there, on his heels, almost at the end of the bed, and his hands are resting on her ankles, his thumbs gently caressing the skin. Right there, spread open and bare for him, he truly revels in his luck–and also in the love he feels, burning in the pitch of his stomach like a living flame, almost making his skin tingle.

She whines. “Do we really have to?” And she turns her head to the side, towards his bedside table and the alarm clock with its accusatory green numbers barely readable in daylight. But she’s still able to check the time because after a second too long, she whines again and turns towards him with a look in her eyes that just seems to beg him to call his family and postpone the gathering. And when she sighs, defeated, all he does is smile a bright smile as he extends his arms out for her to grab on to.

*

The shower is massive–big enough to host a party, or so his dad said when he had first come over for the house tour, when his eldest son still had to buy it. The entire master bathroom is–to describe it with Y/N’s words–fancy as fuck, but the walk-in shower is what always gets them, what he always misses when he’s not home.

It’s where Alexander leads her, hand in hand as he tries to convince her that they don’t need more sleep. That a nice shower will do them good after the long, almost four-day-long weekend they’ve spent rotting away in bed and on the couch, wake them up enough to pretend like they’ve actually had a few productive days after the end of the promotional tour for the new movie he’s starring in. Which they absolutely haven’t had–a few productive days, that is–but those are details no one else has to know about.

As if his family doesn’t already suspect it.

But it’s okay. It’s like when you’re a kid and all you love doing is playing, giggling as you try to hide secrets others already know all about.

The light is suffused in the bathroom as it seeps in from white curtains on one side and the door that leads back to the bedroom on the other. It makes the moment feel even more wrapped up into comfy blankets as they stand there, chest to chest, under the water that pours down from the ceiling like rain.

“I will tell them soon,” he says, hands trailing up her arms as her hands rest on his hips. When he bends down to peck her on her lips and blocks out the stream of water for a moment, all she can think about is that this is the closest she’s ever gotten to a kiss in the rain, and she smiles. “Soon,” he promises. “I just need to find the right moment.”

Not the perfect moment–again, he doesn’t believe in perfection, he doesn’t even do perfection. All he hopes for is to not get his ass kicked by his dad–or his brother Bill, seeing how things had taken a romantic turn between him and Y/N when they were sixteen. Not that he cares now, Bill, but Alexander is afraid of what he might think.

She wants to ask him what are you afraid of? but doesn’t utter a word. She just pulls him down to kiss him again and make everything else disappear, even if just for a little while. It’s just them in the shower, standing on the wooden shower floor, his hands on her and hers on him.

The shower doesn’t go as planned–or as they hoped it would. It’s not some quick thing, with him washing her hair and her soaping him up. They’re not back in the bedroom in ten, maybe fifteen minutes’ time. Even though they should hurry up.

He picks her up, grips her thigh with as much strength as he can without hurting her–or leaving bruises her stubbornly short dresses will do nothing to conceal–and he carefully walks those five steps forward, until her back is pressed against the coarse, almost bark-like surface of the stone wall.

“We should be quick,” he finds himself whispering against her lips, his breathing already deep and scorching as she grinds against him.

But she’s already gone, eyes half-lidded and fingertips pressing into the flesh of his biceps. Just a slice of forever, that’s what she wants to beg him for, but all she manages to demand is for him to start doing something.

And he does. He presses himself up against her and kisses her, the kiss so insistent that it robs them of their breath for a moment. But then his lips move lower–first along the line of her jaw and then down her neck, along her shoulder. And all the while his hips rock against hers, and she feels so warm and wet against the underside of his cock.

He’s on his knees before her brain has the time to comprehend he’s put her back with her feet on the ground. And all she can do in those few seconds that got given to her is grab the hand he’s using to keep her thigh on his shoulder and use the other to hold onto his short hair. After that, his lips are around her clit  and all she can let out is a breathless gasp as her eyes close and her head lolls back against the stone wall of the shower.

*

Alexander is still sulking about the cockblock his family pulled on him right before he had the time or the chance to fuck Y/N (and himself) into oblivion. He still has to understand whose idea it was, to come earlier than planned just to ‘surprise him after all the efforts he put into his new movie’ or something like that. The more he stares at his siblings, the more he starts to imagine it was Gustaf’s idea, but part of him just knows it was his dad’s doing.

And this isn’t to say he doesn’t appreciate it, doesn’t appreciate the love of his family or that he doesn’t cherish the time they manage to spend together despite their busy schedules. Just that, damn, he had other plans for that couple of hours he could have spent with his girl alone.

This is what he thinks about as he nurses a cold beer sitting on one of the deck chairs by the lake as Valter and Gustaf seem to playfully bicker about something he didn’t quite catch.

It makes him feel like shit, to sit there and complain about his family just because they unconsciously stopped what has already started to become his morning ritual.

But by the time Gustaf has managed to chat him up and forced him to put aside whatever it was that soured his mood (missed shower sex from Alexander’s perspective), his dad has joined the conversation and they are all planning a trip up in the North the following weekend, another way to spend some time among family and hike together. Obviously Y/N will have to come as well, his dad makes sure to add–along with a suspicious you’ve got even more attached to the hip than before. Which is true, obviously–both because of work and whatever exactly is going on in their private life.

“Yeah, we’ll come. She’ll fire me if I take the chance of going on a hike away from her,” he jokes. no one questions that ‘she will fire me’ because it’s clear to everybody (everybody that counts to him) that often enough, she’s the one wearing pants.

His sister chirps in then, from her towel down on the deck where she’s sunbathing and listening to whatever group she’s into these days. “Can’t believe you both slept in now that you’re on holiday.” Her reasoning is flawed in her oldest brother’s mind–the first days of vacation are made to be spent doing absolutely nothing–, but it’s that sort of smirk in her voice, if that even makes sense, that almost makes him choke on his beer.

“Unlike someone else,” he barks back, pushing his sunglasses back into place, “we had everything to prepare for today.” He wants to be playful and play it right, but the truth is, he’s been left with an almost case of blue balls nothing has yet managed to completely distract him from.

Whatever comes her reply as she cackles, turns onto her back, and goes back to her music and her thoughts.

“Lunch was good,” Valter offers, gulping the last of his beer down. “Did she cook it?”

“Yeah, we just reheated everything while dad was firing up the barbeque.”

It’s silent after that, all men too busy enjoying the tranquillity of this early summer afternoon to keep chit chat going. Meaningful things have already been said over grilled ribs and veggies, and the vegetarian options Y/N prepared the evening before, so now there won’t be much more until dinner time comes.

“She’s nice,” his dad says out of the blue as his boys had been on the verge of dozing off. “Y/N, I mean,” he goes on when all he gets in return are confused gazes.

“You’ve been saying that since she and Bill were babies,” Gustaf points out.

“Yeah, and mom tried to get them married,” Valter adds with laughter. “Guess her insistence didn’t work out in the end, though.”

Alexander gets a message then and when he opens it, he thanks whatever lucky star has had it so that his family isn’t sitting right next to him.

Bill fell asleep on the couch. Think we can have some alone time? is what she’s texted. And attached to that text, there’s one of the nude photos he took with her phone last night. She’s sprawled out on their bed (which becomes just ‘his’ when his family’s around) and while he’s not in the picture, he was kneeling right there, between her parted legs, staring down at her in all her beauty. He could still taste her on his tongue even now that he was finishing his beer, trying to choke that surprised moan that had threatened to tip him off like that in front of his own old man.

“Alex?”

He’s back to the present day only when Gustaf’s insistent enough to repeat his name, but he’s lost track of what the guys were even talking about in the first place. So he just hums, downing the remains of his beer and locking his phone once again.

“Do you think she’s seeing someone?” he asks again, but Alexander’s attention is somewhere else.

“Who?”

“Y/N! We’ve been talking about her for the past minutes!”

He’s confused, and it’s confusion his voice is laced with. “Uh, yeah, I think she is but I might be wrong,” he half-lies, sliding his phone back into the front pocket of his pants. “Do you mind?” he adds as he’s already standing up and grabbing Valter’s empty beer bottle. “Something just came up with work and Y/N needs to discuss an email we have to send out.” He doesn’t know where that lie came from, but for once he’s glad his mind was fast enough to come up with some plausible excuse–and that his acting skills haven’t gone on vacation just yet.

“No problem,” his dad smiles and brings his bottle of beer up to his lips. Only when he’s almost back inside the house, fighting that insistent frustration throbbing in his loins just to keep his pace natural, does he realize the mischief in his old man’s smirk and eyes.

The house is quiet as he leaves the empty bottles on the table. The only sound is the gentle murmuring of the television still switched on on the movie his brother and Y/N had been watching before the former fell asleep. He’s sprawled out on the black leather couch and for a moment Alexander stops and smiles at him, so peaceful and finally free after his own round of interviews.

“Are you coming?” Her voice is a whisper and when he turns around, he sees her in the doorframe of the hallway that connects the huge open-space kitchen to the rest of the house.

He tries not to giggle as she playfully toys with the hem of her summer dress, showing him more of her thighs as she holds in her own laughter. He’s quick at reaching her and as she lifts up on her toes to kiss him, his hands teasingly squeeze her buttcheeks.

“I bought us some time in the office,” he groans against her lips when her hand presses against the crotch of his pants. He’s already walking her backward, though, steering her into the direction of the office down the hall, and he’s already savoring the quickie he’s going to have with her bent over his desk. “I’ve been thinking about doing you all day.”

He groans again, his hands slipping underneath her dress, fingers gliding her skin already covering in goosebumps.

“Oh, so that’s why you couldn’t look at me at lunch?” She’s smirking and the look in her eyes is just as amused as he closes the door of the office as silently as possible. “We were sitting there with your siblings and your own father eating greasy shit, and all you could think about was eating me out?”

It’s a luck that he has enough restraint or he would have ripped her dress off her body–and then the expensive lingerie he bought her in Milan a couple of weeks ago. “I was this close from fingering you or having you bent over me, sucking me off.” He’s serious, and he knows she can see it in his eyes as he comes to stand right between her legs after she’s propped herself up onto the metal desktop.

“How much time do we have?” she asks, hands already fumbling with the button of his pants.

“Enough to finish what we started this morning, I hope,” he breathes out before he kisses her, the fingers of his right hand pushing her panties to the side to touch her.

She lets out a trembling sigh, eyes boring into his, task at hand momentarily forgotten as he just slips two fingers into her without warning.

“Were you just as wet during lunch?” he whispers against the side of her neck, his nose nuzzling right behind her ear, his lips brushing against her skin.

“I might’ve also fingered myself while I waited for you,” she confesses as her hand finally slips into his boxers to touch him.

“Oh yeah?”

He doesn’t know how exactly he manages to not stop whatever they’re doing to just sheathe himself inside her but the more his fingers pumping inside her make her mewl, the more he thinks that that’s what he should be doing right now.

She nods in the crook of his neck, doing her best to keep her moans to a minimum but it’s hard when the lewd, wet sounds coming from between her legs fill her ears. “I might’ve even rewatched that video you took last night,” she adds, voice faint and broken as her thumb swipes across his head and finds it already slightly leaking.

His chuckle is short-lived, for her thumb keeps on spreading his pre-cum on whatever portion of his dick her finger can reach without her hand moving and there’s little else he can focus on. His own fingers’ rhythm falters for a heartbeat–or ten–before he can speed up his movements, his lips crashing down against hers to muffle her moans as he builds her up.

When his thumb on her clit enters the equation, it’s only a matter of minutes before she’s coming on his hand, her walls squeezing around his fingers as he finger-fucks her through her orgasm, and her hold on him tightens just enough to brush the edges of pain.

“Christ,” is all she can say for a moment, limp against his chest before he pulls out his fingers from inside her. “Think…” She has to lick her lips and swallow hard before she manages to stabilize her voice just enough to let out comprehensible thoughts. “Think we have enough time for me to suck you off as well?”

But she’s on her knees before he has the time to reply and as he leans his body forward, his hands firmly planted against the surface of the desk, all he catches himself staring at is the wetness her orgasm has left behind.

Her tongue is almost hot against him–first as it flattens on the head of his dick, and then when she slowly licks a stripe ups its underside. It’s hard not to just deepthroat her then and there, not to take her head between his hands as he fucks himself into the bliss he had been so close to drowning into just that morning.

And as she takes him in her mouth, slowly bobs her head along his length, that’s one of the very few things he can think about. His balls in her hand, his tip sliding along the flat of her tongue as she takes him a bit deeper every time she sucks on him, and then her lips wrapped around his head as she suckles on it for a moment.

He can feel it in his loins, that sort of pulling that gets more and more insistent the more she goes down on him, the more he ends up deep inside her mouth. His throat almost tightens up for a moment as his eyes screw shut and he has to bite his tongue to not let out that whine that’s quickly building up inside him.

“Alex!” It vaguely sounds like his brother Gustaf’s voice, yelling from outside as Valter calls his name as well.

Y/N halts her ministrations abruptly and for a moment she almost chokes on him–and he almost shoots his release down her throat. But they’re both freezing up, and he can feel this morning’s frustration coming back full force.

“Alex, bring out the booze!” This time the voice is closer, coming from inside the house and Y/N is quick at pulling Alexander’s cock out and at tugging him back into his pants as she stares at him with wide eyes.

Sometimes I hate your brothers, she mouths up at him as she ushers him around the desk and forces him down into his chair before pulling up the lid of his laptop.

Gustaf barges into the office without knocking, and Y/N has barely had the time to sit down next to Alexander before the man has the time to realize he’s interrupted something. “Dad’s on a walk, and the kids have challenged me to a drinking game.”

*

Dinner is pure torture once again. Alexander doesn’t recall being cockblocked twice in a day, and neither does Y/N. They sit through it with only sex on their minds and it’s quite embarrassing when you’re sitting there with your own family–or your secret man’s family.

Alexander’s leg keeps on bouncing up and down next to her and she’s afraid of laying her hand on his knee for fear of causing the worst reaction in such a moment, and he’s afraid of the same thing.

If he didn’t have a problem stealing a few glances in her direction during lunch, it’s now unthinkable to do. He’s seen her orgasm on his desk, and he still feels himself down her throat and he would just, come in his fucking pants like a teenager.

But there’s nothing they can do.

His dad and Valter are laying out the plans for next week’s hike, and the news that their mom is coming as well comes up almost by chance, for someone’s too busy planning the food they’ll bring to eat. Eija gives her two cents every now and then, and Bill and Gustaf are too busy with their own conversation to even pay attention to what they’ll be doing and bringing along on the family hike.

Minutes crawl by like hours, stretching out into infinity as the night feels neverending. It’s a maddening torture that only gets worse when they drink a couple of drinks after everybody’s had their after-dinner coffee.

And then he has to sit there, staring as Y/N and Bill do the dishes and joke with each other and he doesn’t know how he manages to not stride up to her, hike her dress up and just fuck her against the counter in front of everyone else. He’s starting to think that he could do it–that he should do it if he doesn’t want his brain to burst in his skull–, when his dad raises from the table with a yawn and starts saying something about how late it is and how tired he is and how it’s time to go home. The food was good. I had a good time. We should do this more often, maybe at my place next time. Polite things like that that just lift a weight off of Alexander’s stomach and balls.

Goodbyes are quick and cheerful, even if a little tired. And Alexander and Y/N stand in the doorframe, watching as everybody gets into the cars, before he pulls her back and closes the entrance door. She’s against it before she has the time to say anything, and his hands are quick and insistent as they pull her panties down her legs before she hears him fumble behind her.

“Should we really be doing this here?” she weakly protests right before he thrusts up into her from behind with a growl.

“Yes. Right here, right now.”

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Jealous

Pairing | Eric Northman x reader

Summary | bringing your partner to the bar seemed like a good idea in order to have a nice and relaxing night. However, he appears to become jealous as you speak to the owner of Merlottes.

Warnings | smut, jealousy, swearing, exhibition kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), squirting, swearing

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A hunger derived in the vampire’s chest, a blossoming swarm of contained rage that made the sheriff clench his fangs and watch with piercing eyes. The laughter that resonated from your chest made him scowl, all because he was the one that was not causing it.

Instead, it was the dog that ran around this human grill, the shifter that more often than not, tried to distance himself from trouble. He was the owner of Merlottes. Sam Merlotte was his name, he had a head full of ashy brown hair, that had ropes of grey pleated through it. He was a nice man, warm and welcoming, the complete opposite of Eric in some sense.

The Viking vampire was known, and to your knowledge to be notorious. He never allowed anything to stand in his way, and if it dared to, he would literally, rip its head off if it had one. And despite that deadly feature that he exhibited, you still claimed to have loved him. The two of you were great together, you seemingly brought out the best in him, apart from right now.

Eric grunted to no one directly as he watched you swish your head side to side, shaking it as you laughed at something the bartender said. All that you were supposed to be doing were ordering drinks, not flirting with another one of the men that had previously been head over heels for Sookie.

With one last glance at the shifter, you turned back, sitting on the opposite side of the booth that Eric had been holding. You brushed your hair over your shoulder, it was obvious that you were relaxed in this environment. It was filled with your friends and neighbours, acquaintances and strangers. But it still, despite the limitless customers, induced you with serenity.

“The drinks will be here in a couple.” Despite informing him, it appeared that he could care less about the time until the order reached the surface of the table.

“Will that animal be serving them?” In reply, you laughed, dismissing the seriousness within his tone. That was, until you maintained eye contact with the tall blonde, noticing the feral presence decreasing the size of his pupil.

“Are you speaking about Sam?” You asked uncertainty, the owner having been the only one that you had conversed with in the bar, excluding Eric, so far. “Oh my god, you are.” Your speculation had been correct, and you couldn’t help but feel a pulse of annoyance within you.

If Eric actually ever listened to you, then he would know that your friends meant the world and more to you, and that included the shapeshifter. “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” He put it simply, and you could only scoff at his defence. It was hardly a reason for him to appear and treat you so uptight and rudely.

“What, with care? Because news flash, maybe you haven’t noticed everything that I have done for you Eric, but many times my actions have proven that you are it for me. And if you can’t see that, you may as well be human!” To support your active words, you stood, the palms of your hands planted upon the surface of the booth.

Sookie quirked a brow as her head filled with your thoughts, however she had no time to adjust to them or check how you were doing, as you stormed out of the grill, leaving Eric with a frown and a sombre glaze in his untameable eyes.

But she couldn’t help herself from taking your place looking down at the table, judgementally prying Eric with a disgruntled frown. “Did you seriously question y/n’s love with you?!” Her accent came out strong, digging into the tense atmosphere that you had strongly abandoned.

Eric rolled his eyes at her intrusion, finding it to be a familiar, yet frustrating feeling of her always bursting his bubble. “It has nothing to do with you, why don’t you talk some sense into your vampiric boyfriend instead?” He jutted back at her, standing, and brushing off any possible lint from his blazer jacket.

Reaching into his inside pocket, he grabbed a small amount of cash, placing it upon the table, and walking past the half faerie, brushing against her as he went towards the door, leaving. Eric had no worries, he could sense that even whilst he was inside, that you were there, leant up against the wall, awaiting for him to follow after you. It was inevitable that he evens would.

Your arms were crossed, and you were facing the parking lot rather than the entrance. The stature that you upheld made it rather clear that you were angry with his behaviour; and not to mention that it was also in public.

The vampire knew that you loved him, despite Sookie’s feeble accusations. Fighting was not something that the pair of you were estranged to, however it made you furious to know that he would accuse you of being interested in somebody else.

It was certain that if Pam was here she would scold her maker for his uptight, and jealous outburst. But it wasn’t as though she would have been able to prevent it anyways, considering that she was all the way across town in Fangtasia attending to the business ongoing there.

“I do know that you love me.” His voice rang out in the cold of the night, frolicking to your ears and biting your lobes as you still refused to face the tall and unfavourable vampire.

“Right now, that is debatable.” Was your retort, feeling the cold air brush against your face as you felt it pinch your nose. “To not only insult my friend, but embarrass me in front of a bar full of people, that was not how tonight was supposed to go at all!”

Your body jolted as you suddenly felt his body press against the back of your own, his large and explorative hand dragging up the skin of your exposed thigh, that was free of coverage in the casual black dress that you had opted to wear for the occasion.

“I am sorry my lovely dear, you know how I tend to be, especially when I hear other men make you evoke that wonderful and all consuming laugh that gets my dead heart to beat every time.” A hitch of a sigh caught in your throat as you tried to remain unaffected by Eric’s flattery, but it was rather impossible, more so as his hands brushed against the lace of your panties.

On reflex, you snapped his hands away from that part of you, you were in the middle of the parking lot for Christ sakes! Though that did not, nor did it ever seem to phase him, if you were to guess, you had noticed some hints leading to him having an exhibition kink. And it was not as though you had never called him out on it, though, most of the time, you happened to give into his public desires.

It was often portrayed within the context and realm of his workplace; Fangtasia. Within the club, there was a frequent case of rendezvous that the club permitted to take place inside its various walls that were filled with vampires and their lustful humans. The exchanges that took place were anything but loving, they were filled by hunger, and the curiosity that simple people, that thought themselves to be edgy and desirable to the immortal eye, all making the rooms reek of pretentious assholes taking advantage of one another.

“We are not doing that here Eric.” You scolded his efforts, despite your craving for them to take place, and ravish you no matter the surrounding that were into the background anyways. With great resilience, you swatted his north travelling hands away, making them stoic from the adequate dismissal.But Eric Northman was never one to admit defeat, he had a plaguing tendency to get what he wanted, and he was always had a route of persuasion to get it.

“Aren’t we?” He asked wispily unto your drifting head, as though he were corrupting the stubbornness that was attempting to remain untainted in the rafters that floated so correspondingly through your weightless veins. “Then why are we sneaking to the back of the grill?” His words had a frown fired upon your face as you tried to register the truth behind his words, but in time before you could ask the mysterious vampire what he had meant by his words, he had sped you away to the said part that was already close by.

“Mature move.” You muttered, and the consequences of your off handed comment had earned you the vulnerable position of being pressed right up and against the back door, that was only usable to the staff. If you tilted your head just right, you could hear the clattering of plates being stacked, and the distant voices o Arlene and Terry as they partook in a private discussion that was supposed to be inaudible to anyone else’s ears.

Beaing that close to people that you knew, and in such a compromising situation where they could easily catch you, had you clenching your thighs together, clearly frustrated by the scenario of your predicament. Clearly. And with Eric standing smugly inside of you, once trailing his fingers on the high top of your thigh, his skin tasting your flesh that was beneath the dress, did not help the matters of your hormonal state.

“I said I was sorry.” Eric reminded you, stroking your thighs with his age old touch, and at the notion, your legs quivered, responding affective to his seducing touch. “Perhaps I have to prove it, would you like that y/n?” An audible whimper fell from your stiff mouth, evicting an amused and gloating smirk out of your boyfriend. He knew what he had done, he had moulded you into a desperate mess.

“I’d rather you apologise to Sam, and whoever else you happened to insult in your time in there.” Was your response, though he tutted at it, seeing through its mask, understanding what you wanted was for him to do more than just caress your thighs, and nothing more. “Eric.” A moan slipped from your mouth, as he fondled your breasts through the bleak fabric.

At first, you thought that he was going to pull the material down to expose your womanly globes, but instead, he tore straight down the middle of the dress, leaving it hanging from you by nothing more than a thread. His action enraged you only slightly, but before you could open your mouth to tell him off for destroying your clothing, he snapped the elastic of your underwear, leaving the personal garment to drop in a discarded manner at your heeled feet.

“You are indeed a sight for sore eyes. Do you know how jealous I would be if one of those fools came out here, and saw you so exposed? There’d be no words to describe how much I would want to compel them to forget, and you thought I was angry inside. That would be nothing more than an understatement my dear.” His hands cast themselves down to grope at your ass cheeks, pulling a surprised squeal out of your mouth.

This time, you did not try and stop his feeling of your body, instead, you rather encouraged it. Wrapping your hand in his smooth blonde locks, you began to push down, which was difficult considering how high his head was, leaving your arms half up in the air as you tried to make him descend. “Do something Eric, or I will.”

“Here?” He asked with a prominent smirk, feeling your hostile glare and intoxicating pout bore harshly into him. Rolling his eyes, he sighed, giving up on his verbal teasing as he sank to his knees, looking up at you from beside your legs. He pressed a sweet kiss against your navel, trailing down, until he was nipping at the curve of your mound, his hands resting on the back of your thighs, to pull you closer as he ran his tongue along the hood of your clit, making you bang your head back against the door.

The sound made you eyes go wide, as you worried that someone on the inside must have heard, though the thought quickly subsided as Eric began to eat you alive, stuffing his tongue in your entrance, leaving you to be nothing more than a mewling victim that was in distress from the pleasure that he gave you. His nose rubbed against your clit, as he hummed delightedly against you, the vibrations causing your body to quiver.

“Stop.” You panted, though he continued, staring up at you with those light eyes, that held much darkness of his past. “Need you inside of my Ric. Please, need you to fuck me good and hard, just fuck me.” There were tears frustratedly slipping from the corners of your eyes, as you were upheld of relief as Eric moved away, undoing his bottoms, and taking his long cock out, sweeping it against your slit.

“I’ll fuck you darling; let everyone know that your mine.” His free hand held the corner of your chin, plummeting his tongue into your mouth, to have one moment of calm, before he penetrated you, leaving you in a mess that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and deliriously spinning from the euphoria that you felt. Eric performed at a fast and unrelentingly pace, slamming you hard enough into the door for everyone to hear.

It was certain that people within Merlottes could hear the sounds that were ravaged from your lips, though you were too absorbed in your own pleasure to care at all. Eric fucked into you hard, and you appeared unfazed as someone tried to open the door from the other side, the wood splintering against your back as your boyfriend‘s strength kept it shut, pushing your floundering body back against it.

And then you felt it, the absentminded swirl in your stomach, coaxing you closer and closer to release. Eric filled you first, and then he reached down, rubbing your clit, causing a clear stream to spray out from around his cock, leaving you utterly exhausted. You were half asleep now, and so, Eric picked you up, and sped away, leaving your torn clothes upon the floor, so that anyone that found them would know that it was the pair of you that had been using the outside wall as a mattress for your engagements.