#alexander skarsgard one shot

[harley-kwinn]

Cheater

word count: 1k

warnings: language, mentions of cheating, (poor) description of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

pairing: alexander skarsgård x fem!reader

author's note: wrote this during work today so sorry for grammar & spelling mistakes, also english isn’t my first language <3 it was originally planned as part of a fanfic that’s why third person and in places description of the appearance was used…hope you enjoy it tho!

Lost in thought, she turned the ring studded with small diamonds between her slender fingers. The weight of it too heavy to bear.

Her amber eyes caught the soft sparkle as the first sunbeams of the day broke inside the stones.

The promise she had made 5 years ago was tied to it and yet it threatened to break more and more with every minute spent with him.

A wave of guilt crushed upon her as she grabbed onto the piece of jewellery. Her husband did not deserve to be betrayed by her like that. He had been nothing but faithful and loving towards her, yet she had lost her heart to this intoxicating man still asleep in the bedroom of the chic L.A. apartment they had spent the night in together.

The soft material of his Armani shirt he had worn last night, clung to her silhouette as she shifted on the toilet seat she was sitting on.

She buried her nose in the clean white fabric breathing in his familiar scent, feeling it blur her mind as the mix of his cologne and sweat filled her nostrils.

Turning her head back to the wall mirror opposite her, she looked at her reflection. Makeup smeared, swollen lips, hair undone and dark circles gave away the short night she's had. If she closed her eyes, she would be able to feel his slender fingers brush over her bare skin and his lips kissing her until she was breathless.

She wondered, if he was worth it all.

The woman did let her gaze linger a moment longer upon her reflection before laying her eyes upon the man on the bed. A soft smile broke from her lips at his sight. His short blonde hair, which had been neatly slicked back the night before, was now a mess while his scruff was almost too long to call it a designer stubble. Resting on his stomach gave her a perfect view on his defined back while his muscular arms rested under the pillow on his side of the bed.

She watched him a few more minutes before deciding to join him and quietly stood up making her way towards the chair her coat was placed on. Slipping the ring back into its pocket, she stepped over the cloth-littered floor and slipped back under the covers. Alex shifted softly, making the sheets fall dangerously low down his hips. He opened his eyes slowly before his baby blue orbs observed her.

"Good morning, beautiful.", his voice was still hoarse and full of sleep. Cracking a smile at her, she couldn't resist to let her hand brush over the side of his face. The soft stubble tickled on her palm.

"Good morning, sunshine.", she whispered before pressing a kiss against his tender lips.

All of the sudden he grabbed her by the hips and began tickling her. She squealed in shock before letting out a laugh.

"Alex, please. You're much stronger than me.", a giggled followed as she squirmed under his grip. The white linen sheet slipped from his body as he rolled on top of her, exposing him completely bare to her.

"Oh, am I?", he teased flashing his pearly whites before attacking her neck with featherlight kisses. It only resulted in her laughing breathlessly while still trying to wriggle out off his grip.

"Alex, please... I c-can't breathe...", she whined desperately gasping for air. Alex stopped his attack.

"Better?", he asked, the Swedish accent slipping through for a moment. After she reassured him that she was okay, he changed their position and made her sit on top of him. Starting to fumble impatiently on the buttons to remove his shirt off her body, she felt him harden between her legs. The familiar pull in her abdomen returned as she pushed his hands away and freed herself off the fabric. As soon as the expensive material had slid down her arms, she positioned herself above him and carefully sank down his length. The sensation of him entering her made both of them moan out loud.

"God, you're gorgeous.", Alex praised her as she was riding him. Her small, round breasts softly bouncing in the rhythm of the speed she had picked up. He sat up before cupping one of her breasts with his right hand and sucking on her light brown pointy nipple causing her head to fall back in ecstasy. His left hand brushed over her stomach down to the heat between her legs where he found the swollen knob between her folds and began stroking her just the way she liked.

"A-Alex, fuck. I'm close.", she moaned with closed eyes while holding onto him tightly. He supported her with his right hand around her waist as he picked up the pace and thrusted faster into her.

That's when she knew he was worth it all.

He was the high she was missing in her marriage and so desperately needed.

He pressed his forehead against her chest while digging his hand around her waist deeper into her soft skin, making sure he'd leave marks.

"B-babe...", she moaned out loud scratching her nails up his back. Shortly before her orgasm would crash upon her, his phone rang.

"Leave it.", he panted begging her to keep going. She kept holding tightly onto him as she let her gaze wander to the screen of the mobile phone. Like a threatening warning her name lit up on the screen. Alexa.

"Leave it...please.", Alex begged her once again before she pushed him off her.

The high she had been chasing was letting her fall heedlessly back to reality.

"Answer the call." She got up, immediately missing the sensation of him filling her out.

"I'm sorry.", Alex apologised quietly before reaching to pick up his phone.

She waved his apology off as she turned her back on him while quickly picking up the black lace thong and his shirt as she quickly dressed before leaving him some privacy.

Tears prickled in her eyes when she shut the bedroom door and made her way towards the kitchen. Slowly but surely she left the bubble she had been living in only mere moments ago.

He wasn't worth it all, was he?

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Alexander Skarsgård – Free Your Mind – Cut Copy (x)

How Cut Copy got Alexander Skarsgård in their video - Dan Whitford:  “Basically we did a show in Rio and Alex Skarsgard actually came down to the show and demanded to come backstage after. He wanted to see us because he wanted to tell us what a massive fan he was. He was telling us this story about how he was shooting a series called Generation Kill in the Kalahari Desert without a break for like four or five months and while he was there his one link back to home was listening to our second record “In Ghost Colours” on repeat. It just took him back to being in Stockholm and partying. The life he was missing out on was represented by that record. So he had this emotional attachment to that album and was a massive fan and he basically came backstage to tell us all this. We ended up hanging out and having this crazy night. The next day he introduced us to his family. He comes from a big family of actors, obviously his Dad’s a massive actor, who were all there with him at the same time. We somehow became best buddies just from hanging out in this 24 hour period and said “if we’re ever in the same place again let’s hang out”. We had such an awesome time.

So when we were thinking about making a video for this new record we thought we’d ask him and see if he would be interested in doing it. Like, no pressure, but if you were up for it that would be awesome. We sent him the song, he loved it and he said “I’m in, let’s make this happen”. It was a very organic thing. I guess like a lot of the stuff we’ve done it’s via people we know or through friends. It was just amazing in this case because that friend happened to be this big shot Hollywood actor who people are quite fanatical about. He’s got quite the set of abs on him. It’s funny, towards the end of the day when all the staff were packing up, the ones that were left was this group of like six or seven different make up girls and hair stylists who found a reason to stick around. Everywhere he went he had this entourage of girls following him around just being like, “Skkkkaaaarrrrsssgggaarrrdd”.”

Pedestrian TV (x)

[leam1983]

Oversharing

Watched one of Swell Entertainment's videos on YouTube, earlier today, and she struck a point that gave me pause, concerning not only my own posting habits, but a few others' as well.

She started with the whole "Chase Glitch" nonsense that probably won a fair few people down South a Darwin Award, a few weeks back. Nowadays, so many of us tend to go through life more or less thinking "Is this going to make good content?" because all we want is that dopamine fix of a rush of Likes. I know Tumblr's mostly exempt from this, but people don't spend hours poring through PR snippets or DVR recordings of TV shows to create gifsets if, on some level, they don't think that the object of that gifset deserves sharing.

And on some level, you could argue that even this post qualifies as oversharing. Do I need to air out my thoughts about the Hellsite's weird posting habits or the way people on other platforms now think of life itself as a monetization platform? Not really. I do have the audacity to think it'll make for a fun or insightful read for someone, though. That makes me part of the problem, even if I'm not chasing clout outright.

To go back on gifsets, what really strikes me is that most of them depend on the viewer seeing what the uploader themselves sees in them. A lip curl, a bruise, a lingering gaze, and it's seemingly enough for people ranging from K-Pop stans to J-Drama fans and F1 diehards or even Swifties to wager that if they turn those forty-six seconds into a set of looping images, they'll get a handful of dopamine bursts ranging from "OMG, so cute!!" in the comments to basic Likes and Reblogs. Then you think a bit deeper into this and think "Wait, you guys are going nuts over the kinds of facial gestures everyone does? Really?"

To which the answer seems to be yes. Because he, she, they, whoever is the focus of choice in this case, struck the right pose at the proper second and made some kid on Tumblr go "D'awww!" for a second or two. Because someone else making the same exact faces wouldn't have had the same effect.

Which, when you think about it, really is as superfluous as it sounds - and really does qualify as oversharing. By Internet Standards, I'm what's scientifically referred to as "Halfway Dead", as I hail from the distant, mist-laden days that saw us make the same inferrences about faces or poses on TV - in the knowledge that this instant was ephemeral. Unless you had a VCR going, that lip smack that makes you weak in the knees is gone. Vaporized. Reduced to a memory as quickly as it formed.

And now, if the latest F1 darling pulls a bashful head-turn that spawns five or six High School AU fanfics on AO3, it's on the Hellsite. It'll be on the Hellsite until the servers die.

To which, as a Halfway Dead Crusty Old Fart Nobody Really Needs to Listen To, I'm left shrugging and assuming that this is what we've decided to record for posterity as a civilization, I guess. Narmer's tablet, Picasso's Guernica - and some kid turning his head in embarrassment in the middle of a press conference, paired with a couple hundred Notes of people losing their collective minds.

It reminds me of the meme-worthy paparazzi shot of Alexander Skarsgard shopping for groceries someplace and the gossip mag's content basically going "OMG, CELEBS USE BASKETS LIKE US!!!!!!!!!!!ONE1!ELEVEN!"

[monstress]

succession finale thoughts

rewatching already because i need to write this down while i'm still on that finale high

the immediate problem of the episode is stewy making drama. i love himmm

why would "golden parachute" frank even be in the consideration to vote 'no' for the deal??? we're grasping at straws here oh i feel for tellis despite his soulless blond self

NICKY BEE FIRE IT UP ONE LAST TIME ... god im gonna miss this theme song 🥺

when shiv said that tom is easy to manipulate while mattson is looking at the political cartoon of them. what a blunder

shiv calling her mom an associate in front of mattson slkflskgls

"are there any positives about the nightmare we've shared?" "yeah you've fallen in love finally. fallen in love with our scheduling opportunities." goddddd im so obsessed...yessss they're so awfulllllll like so true jesse make this show also a story of their marriage noah baumbach whomst????

sorry to be so kenstewpilled but the white button down, sleeves rolled up and this line???? delectable. i must speak my truth here like how could stewy not vote 'no'?

new jess.....good for you Jess you escaped this sinking ship

i gasped seeing kendall's sunglasses this episode. that has to be japanese made. nowhere else in the world make such stylish sunglasses. gorgeous pair

greg makes 200k? per month OR year????? answer me. answer meeeeee

love the Lawrence name drop! like we miss u king

the entire lukas and tom dinner scene is sooooo

tom confessing all he he built was sand and he's paranoid to keep what he has. mattson knowing he's hungry but wants to know if he's willing to betray shiv

THEN lukas immediately belittling shiv : she was pushy, she wasn't as vital as i thought she'd be, i'm SUCH a big man i know everything, she's fuckable and she wants me too

and TOM eats it????? so mattson chooses him !!!!

ugh i dont want shiv she has a lot of ideas and i want to fuck her ugh fucking disgusting ubermensch i hope jeryd doesn't win ohio and waystar royco gojogo get FCC up in their ass

alexander skarsgard's line read and acting choices r amazing tho

me to my sister: why haven't any of them used a live translator to check what the swedes are talking about? (greg in the final episode uses one) OK FINALLYYYY

shiv screaming from another room is hilarious

logan promised kendall ceo when he was seven.......the crown prince.....if dad didn't need me i don't know what i would be for.....

shiv and roman bonding at the beach after election night. when they're doing impressions of kendall and knowing sarah and kieran are each other's fave scene partners....this scene was the one that hit me that i'm watching the FINALE finale

meal fit for a king scene....when i watched this scene i was all smiles but underneath the DREADDD knowing they might be showing this because it may be the final time the scenes are happy together. oh honey. we got a big storm coming.

not shiv saying all that to willa and connor not getting slovenia in the end....the terror

the iphone video dinner scene? cheesy as fuckkkkk im sorry that was sentimental as shit and maybe a tad unnecessary. i did cry tho i did...

"IT'S FUCKING TOM." the fight in the bathroom??? mattson rallying his crew???? the convoy to hq??? with THE MUSICCCCC???? FUCKKKK UGH HOT UGH!!!! GO OFF NICHOLAS!!!!

loveeee roman's all black outfit. so chic! (he's still mourning 🙃)

and we cheered. if anything else, us gay stewy truthers won succession

(also noticed that in the above pic - the only picture of the kids on logan's table is shiv. forshadowing? maybe, maybe not but lol)

the final 20 minutes of the finale *screaming into a pillow*

like roman immediately spiralling upon seeing gerri. doubting himself, questioning his autonomy, his worth. and did kendall....break roman's stitches on purpose. to like?? steady him somewhat??? good god. what the fuck.

shiv in this shot like...this is the closest to ultimate power she'll ever have and she's reveling in it. despite herself, she enjoys being kingmaker. that's why she went into politics

it's just. i wanna wrap my head around why shiv didn't vote 'no'. is it because she *has* seen the toxicity of protecting this company infect her brothers during election night? they should take the deal and get out? is it to freeze kendall and roman out of the company as they often had done to her? if i can't be ceo, then no one can? and mattson wants tom to be the ceo and i get to manipulate tom so i win this battle? i can keep my proximity of power by virtue of being a woman that my brothers would never have? is that it? does this make sense?

(but we all know mattson is keeping tom because he's a yes man. he won't have any real power in the waystar royco gojogo so like *sad kazoo noise*)

kendall lying about the manslaughter not being real. the real thing they've bonded over??? just because it may not make him ceo??? jelly-spined move

shiv laughing kendall going 'i'm the eldest boy' and walking away going "fucking child". lmaooo deserved

i wonder if roman saying all that abt sophie & iverson is a way to distract kendall from shiv, maybe even a little spite to get back at him for supposedly lying abt the manslaughter

roman going "we're nothing." yeah...yeah....you are.....

(but they have 195 per share....so)

kendall clicking the elevator to floor zero. cinema.

the one guy entering the elevator with kendall. has he been oblivious abt what just went down? if it were me, i'd wait for the next one

tom being ceo slgjklskglskglsklhgsfglskg

him keeping gerri and karolina this is a win for the glass ceiling shatterers /jk

and tom keeping greg? will he needs someone to bully since mattson&mencken is gonna use him as a punching bag in turn lol

yes the tiger! he destroyed his cage! yes YES the tiger is out!!!!

i truly can't believe that roman came out of this series unscathed (somewhat). like his breakthrough this episode? him realizing his self worth has been hinged on inheriting the company aka his father's love? time to go back to therapy

(also him drinking a martini because that's gerri's favorite drink. what a choice!)

and friends i was rubbing my hands with anticipation when tom approaches the car just hoping hopingggg shiv was in it and when it turns out she was??? i was chanting 'hand in unlovable hand' over and over and when tom offered his hand??? i was fully clapping it AND when shiv TOOK IT?? i was fully screamingggg

in all seriousness, what a bleak ending for shiv. relegating herself as the wife of ceo. just like her mother. the power dynamics of the man she think is beneath her is now her husband and the father of her child and in the company position she coveted all her life. she can never win...she willing stay in the tarpit....shiv my tragic girlfailure i love youuu

when kendall shows up in the park in a tweed coat i was like 'oooo i hope colin is behind him' and when they pan to show he is?????? i was cheering. the micheal corleonification of kendall roy

head under water.....aaaahhhh ambigious kendeath my beloved <3

[filmsfromreel]

7 Great Films Snubbed at the 95th Academy Awards

This year’s Academy Awards was a controversy-free celebration. Many of the awards handed out went to deserved winners, there were feel-good moments as Ke Huy Quan and Brendan Fraser accepted their awards after years away from the spotlight and there was no doubt that Everything Everywhere All At Once’s historic 7 wins were warranted. But, like all years at the Oscars, there are some omissions that deserved to be included. While we think this year’s winners were a wonderful collection of films, it would be remiss of us if we didn’t talk about some of the great films that were barely included. 

1. Decision to Leave

Director: Park Chan-wook | Crime, Drama | Language: Korean

Arguably one of the best film’s from 2022, Chan-wook’s unique Crime Drama solidifies why he’s one of the most distinct Directors working today. The zippy pace and attention to detail are what hook you to Decision to Leave but the Director’s approach to storytelling is wholly unique – even when compared to the films nominated at this year’s Oscars. 

Park Chan-wook’s storytelling is akin to that of Paul Thomas Anderson, while they are both dramatically different in style both filmmakers often tell their stories with an enigmatic quality that, although you’re not sure how or why, you are left completely in awe of the talent on show. Decision to Leave may not be as groundbreaking as Oldboy or as pitch-perfect as The Handmaiden, but it still stands head and shoulders above a lot of films released in the same year and while it’s been nominated numerous times over the award season, it feels like a shame not to see it honoured on the big night. 

2. The Northman

Director: Robert Eggers | Action, Drama

The only logical reason that Robert Egger’s Viking epic could have been snubbed entirely for this year’s Academy Awards is that it was released so early in the year that it slipped everyone’s minds come voting season. Whether it was the striking score, beautifully constructed sets shot with stunning cinematography, captivating performances not only from the lead Alexander Skarsgard but Nicole Kidman, Anya Taylor-Joy, Ethan Hawke and Willem Dafoe, to the bold and inventive directing, there’s so much worthy of high praise.

Arguably the only aspect lacking compared to Egger’s previous outings is a uniqueness that something like The Lighthouse held – but it’s no excuse for excluding one of the best films of the year from the Oscars, especially when there is so much across the film’s production to celebrate.

3. Nope

Director: Jordan Peele | Horror, Sci-Fi

It’s difficult to pinpoint where exactly Jordan Peele’s newest film fits into the Oscars, potentially for its enigmatic screenplay, wonderful creature design or even for the scene stealing performance by Keke Palmer. But, regardless of where it fits, it seems a shame not to honour such a unique film.

The natural response to seeing one of his films is to compare it to Get Out, the film that won Peele his Oscar and became one of the most important films of the 21st Century. While Nope doesn’t feel as instant in its quality there is good reason to believe that in a few years, audiences will relish Nope for its singularity and also for Peele’s aptitude for storytelling. This is a wonderfully complex, funny and incredibly tense film that despite being snubbed for a lot of awards, will hopefully gather an audience for years to come.

4. The Woman King

Director: Gina Prince-Bythewood | Action, Drama, History | Languages: English, Portuguese

Gina Prince-Bythewood’s historical tale got two nominations at the BAFTAs, one for star Viola Davis’ powerhouse performance and also a nod for the Director herself, leaving to wonder just why it was left out at the Oscars. Davis’ performance, while commanding, was up against a number of fantastic Leading Actress performances this year. But, Bythewood’s lack of nomination seems to be a misstep from the Academy. 

There is an argument that structurally The Woman King isn’t much different from a number of action films we’ve seen but what’s more important is the representation and celebration it’s giving to it’s story. In recent years the world has been imploring Hollywood to create more diverse and dynamic roles instead of changing old ones and The Woman King does exactly that. It’s just a shame the Academy wouldn’t celebrate the film as much as we did.

5. Broker

Director: Hirokazu Kore-eda | Comedy, Drama, Crime | Languages: Korean

Many people have compared Hirokazu Kore-eda’s latest film to his 2018 drama Shoplifters. In some ways it’s a spiritual successor (Kore-eda himself calling it a companion piece), skirting some of the same themes of class structure and social standings, as well as the functionalities of family and what makes a ‘traditional’ family. Broker manages to talk about these same issues as well as infusing discussions of parental responsibility whilst keeping the mood light and fun – no easy feat.

Alongside this, Kore-eda somehow manages to make you sympathise with human traffickers – not the most malicious or intelligent, but pursued by the police for their crimes nonetheless. It might not be the home run Shoplifters was, but Broker still manages to inject some incredibly human and joyous moments in a strange tale of selling a child, all in his non-native language of Korean, not missing a step in cultural references either. Whether it was for Best International Film, Original Screenplay, or even an argument can be made for Best Director, the Academy missed a gem of a film this year.

6. Aftersun

Director: Charlotte Wells | Drama

Charlotte Wells’ nostalgic drama is less of a snub due to Paul Mescal’s touching performance getting a nomination, but the film’s quality lies in much more than its performances. At the BAFTAs the director accepted the award for Outstanding Debut and described the film as a eulogy to her Father – something that she achieves with a visceral and subtle reflection of watching someone you love suffer in silence.

As a distinctly British product it’s understandable that this film didn’t shake the Academy voters as much as the BAFTAs, but the film’s gorgeously told story is one of the best of the year. Many films that tell a ‘personal’ story rarely achieve the emotional connection that Aftersun achieves, and while it was a shame not to see more limelight shed on the film as a whole, there is no doubt that everyone will be eagerly awaiting what Wells does next.

7. Bones and All

Director: Luca Guadagino | Drama, Horror, Romance

The most obvious reason for not including Luca Guadagino’s latest film could be the fact it’s a love story road trip about cannibals – but it’s for that same reason it seems like a missed opportunity to open up the wonderfully weird story to the mainstream. With films like Everything, Everywhere All at Once making waves it seems like the Academy are changing their tone to quirky independent cinema, branching into the originality out there.

Whilst it might not have won many awards the performances from Timothee Chalamet, and more notably Taylor Russell and Mark Rylance, are enticing and exciting, bringing a grounded and relatable edge to a story that could have easily been disconnected and unrelatable. Guadagnino balances David Kajganich’s script with ease and a certain aesthetic beauty that many people first noticed in Call Me by Your Name – despite being in an unusual narrative, comes together in an intoxicating (and sometimes terrifying) coming of age tale.

[casaensolarada]

HELP ME FIND THESE ALEXANDER SKARSGARD FIC/STORIES

this might be a long shot but I’ve been looking for these two Alexander Skarsgard stories for a MINUTE. Help would me so so SO appreciated

Ok so here it goes:

#1: it’s not so much a single story than a collection of blurbs. The basic premise is that it’s Alexander dating this woman who has a bit of an age gap w/ him and readers usually send the writer an ask with promps and she writes them (sometimes in a conversational tone as if telling you what happened). I don’t remember the name of the main girl but she does have one instead of the Y/N and he also has a nickname for her (which I also don’t remember. Yay) one specific blurb was that her friends saw her with bruises on her body and sort of did like an intervention and she had to explain that it was just because of sex and was absolutely embarrassed. Don’t remember much after that lol.

#2: I read this fic years ago and cannot for the life of me remember the name but the premise of it goes: a young woman who is a biologist or something similar goes on an excursion with a team and the trip is being sponsored by a brand but they require that Alexander Skarsgard go with them because he’s the face of the brand, main girl not pleased but she can’t say much because the brand is basically paying for the trip, he goes and at the beginning they don’t get along very well but it works out and the last few chapters they are left on a isolated part of the island and sleep in the same tent together and have sex (I believe but I might’ve fabricated that part), I don’t remember much of the rest but I believe they don’t end up together per the main girls decision. If you know what I’m talking about PLEASE let me know. It’s quite literally driving me insane 😃

Thank you <3

[izakvoros]

Oh wait, wait, wait, I do know your hoe? You talkin' about Tracy? Tracy with the ass? Tracy with the...with the Honda?

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Name: Izak Voros Age: 23 (yall know the age he turned now!) Occupation: Student

↠ Third of eight children. ↠ Father (Waltor / Stellan Skarsgard) and older brothers (Erik / Alexander Skarsgard and Gunnar / Gustaf Skarsgard) are famous actors. ↠ Has been in a few films when he was a child but never wanted to pursue acting. ↠ Heavily invested in a music career. Think John Mayer vibes but dabbles in hip-hop beats. ↠ Rave and music festival kid. ↠ Definitely does cocaine. ↠ IQ: Yes. ↠ Goes to Vievecor University and is majoring in music, primarily focusing on composition, tech, and film music. ↠ Frat boy with an unlimited allowance from daddy's money. ↠ Too into his professors for it to be innocent. ↠ Believes in the three main F's: fun, fucking, and food. WANTED PLOTS ↠ Besties (Makena) ↠ Relationships (exes, one night stands, current gf/bf he's definitely cheating on, crushes) ↠ Hitting someone with his car and having to cover it up for many reasons (Caleb) ↠ Chance meet at a rave or dance party ↠ Drinking game competition (take a shot, beer pong, etc) ↠ Party too hard and ending up somewhere they shouldn't be (breaking and entering but in a quirky way, running from the cops, jumping into pools that doesn't belong to his family) ↠ Anything! Just chaotic fun with a hint of villainous vibes but overall he's a good kid!

[praphit]

Infinity Pool: I once was lost, but now I’m filthy.

You're a writer. You wrote a book, but it's been about six years since then, and you've been bone dry for inspiration. You're beginning to question whether you ever had any talent at all. You decide that the best way to kick writer's block is to go to a resort in a foreign country, engage with murderers and other degenerates, get shot at, soak yourself in a world of clones and death, and maybe have an orgy or two with some strangers. Sound like a good idea?

It's a great idea if you're Alexander Skarsgard (playing James, our writer).

He even dragged his lovely wife (played by Cleopatra Coleman) along. He married rich; she's funding this crazy plot. Nothing quite like murder to clear the sinuses and creative struggles.

James meets a couple (Gabi and Alban) who after helping him out of a serious situation (sort of), then lead him into the craziness I described above.

Look, the casual moviegoer has probably not even heard of this movie. And honestly, there are plenty of reasons for you not to watch this smut. So, let me save you the time. I watched this smut so that you don't have to :) But, as far as the horror movie fans... well, yeah, still good reasons not to watch this smut.

Maybe you've heard that this movie is STRANGE, GORY, and SEXY. Two out of three ain't bad. Idk about sexy. I mean, if you call an orgy between mostly middle-aged people, who are simultaneously splattered with all kinds of bodily fluids (it's a juicy movie:) including blood, and also wearing creepy masks, sexy... then maybe some of these scenes will do it for you.

Some might say "What about Mia Goth? Sexy, right?!" 

I think those people are confusing "sexy" with crazy and manipulative.

I've been there, especially when you get a few drinks in you; you'll start seeing "sexy" all over the place, but... nope, it's just crazy.

This movie IS gory though, but not as much blood as I thought it would have. Movies like "Saw" and "TC Massacre" are way worse/better in that dept.

And, STRANGE? Oh, yeah... I feel comfortable saying that it's one of the strangest movies you'll see all year.

These masks

This pool

Whatever the hell this is

My buried lede of clones

At times, naseating directing style

punching and stabbing people to literal pulp

Freaky, unneccessary images

And I loved all of it!

All of the above! I could have done without the orgy stuff, but maybe that's gonna be Brandon Cronenberg's (the director)  signature. Random, Nasty, Horror Movie Porno. So, maybe we should just get used to it. Perhaps it'll be the new trend. I can see it now - Leatherface pauses (mid-kill), puts down the chainsaw, and takes off all of his clothes, slowly, to Sam Smith’s “Unholy”.

The violence is gross, but artistic (somehow).

People rave about Mia Goth's performance (and it's excellent), but I was also impressed by Skarsgard. Well, as much as one can be impressed by the acting in a horror film:) He was good though!

There's a group of rich people who Gabi (Goth) introduces James to, and they are horrible. I loved hating them! They're the type of people in horror movies that you can't wait for the monster to get to, but then you realize, they ARE the monsters. It is a purposely uncomfortable movie.

I loved the character of James. He doesn't quite belong anywhere in this movie. He never really has any clarity of what's happening to him. And neither does the audience. The only thing that's clear is that he's getting pulled closer and closer towards a dark place.

The ending will have you staring at the screen trying to figure out what the hell you just watched. Let me help you:

There's no mystery. No hidden meaning. No layers. You'll have to accept that what you watched is all that there is. It's dissatisfying on purpose. Sure, I guess you could derive some social commentary if you wanted to, but... meh. You want a lesson? - I'll give you one.

When you get lost in life, and lose your sense of self, don't stay there long or you will be taken advangetage of... and sure as hell don't go to some foreign land with weird laws.

Instead:

Frequent a bar. Go to church. Go to Disneyland. Buy a sports car. Have sex with people 20 years younger than you (legally:). Join that cult you’ve been thinking about.

Do something different with your hair.

Normal stuff, you know??

No Mia Goths and no clone orgies.

Did I have any problems with the movie? Not really. I've heard the complaints from others, and they're mostly valid, but I'd counter by saying that that's why I loved it!

I'm proudly in the minority, but... Grade: A+* from me.

(asterisk* - AGAIN, it’s weirdf AF, but that’s right up my alley)

Have you ever gone on a trip outdoors and gotten dirty? You're bothered at first, but then you get more dirty? And after that. you just don't care anymore. You're all in.

Afterwards, you could say to yourself "Wow, I'm a filthy and disgusting human being. What's wrong with me?" OR say to yourself "Wow, that was fun and thrilling." and take a shower. It's up to you.

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Movie Review | Infinity Pool (Cronenberg, 2023)

This review contains spoilers.

There's a point the movie's trying to make about how wealth can shield you from consequences. I hesitate to call it novel or interesting, at least in how the movie explores this idea. The premise involves wealthy characters vacationing in a backwards-ass country where pretty much any crime is punished by execution, with the catch that if you have enough money, you can pay to have a clone, or "double", in the movie's speak, executed on your behalf. So the hero, after being "executed" for running over a local, joins up with a group of rich assholes as they partake in increasingly naughty antics with impunity, with the added thrill of getting to see themselves violently murdered repeatedly. (For the lulz.)

Which is all well and good for a horror movie premise. But for a movie that's supposed to startle you with shocking, gross, repulsive imagery, I never felt sufficiently shocked, grossed out or repulsed. (I should disclose that I'm the kind of person who thought it was a good idea to do a double feature of Forced Entry and Water Power last month, so clearly my definition of what is repulsive should be taken with a grain of salt.) This is directed by Brandon Cronenberg, son of another more famous Cronenberg you may have heard of, and he's very much following in his father's footsteps, to a fault. I compare those early movies from Papa Cronie, which had a certain crackling, punk rock energy, with gross out imagery that felt off the cuff, and this feels more studious, belaboured. Gross out imagery should get a jolt out of you. Creepy imagery should worm its way into your subconscious. What I saw here felt both too deliberately considered and at the same time, "level one" imagery. You get creepy masks, the hero standing in what looks like tomato soup (hopefully not gazpacho, as that would be uncomfortable), strobe light sex, all of which is wacky, but not much more than that. (Fellas, is it gay to pee on your own double?) The camera is trained on these sights intensely, so that any surprise they might have provided is sure to dissipate, rarely lingering once the movie cuts to something else.

Regarding the strobe light sex, Junior's erotic imagination seems limited compared to his father's, and I never got the sense that he found any of what was playing out to be terribly exciting or hot, even in theory. Compare that to the arcs of Videodrome and Scanners (and a whole bunch of other Papa Cronies) and you can see how those movies capture an empowering, sometimes erotic quality in the proceedings and actually try to make us complicit in what the heroes do. Junior observes from a distance, mocking the obnoxious rich assholes we're stuck spending time with. He's taking notes from the movies of his father and other esoteric horror filmmakers from generations past. He takes all of this and summarizes it into a movie which he presents to you in a gesture of obnoxious ingratiation, nudging you repeatedly as he speaks. "Hey man, wanna see something fucked up? Careful, things might get a little weird." Sure, Brandon.

I should be a bit more even handed and say that the movie didn't actively annoy me, just left me pretty unimpressed. At the very least, it's pretty nicely shot, and has some interesting visual ideas that might have worked better had they been freed from such overly deliberate presentation. I did like the scene where the villains taunt the hero by making him walk in front of their car while they heckle him and yell at him to walk faster, which is one moment that didn't feel mimeographed from Papa Cronie's movies and was pretty funny to boot. I think Alexander Skarsgard is quite good in the lead, or at least effectively cast, in that he brings a certain deadpan humour to the endless bad decisions he makes, and that his improbable handsomeness seems to be part of the joke. As for Mia Goth, I think early on when she's viewed from a distance, she brings a nice off kilter energy to her sexpot role. But as we get closer and her character comes into focus, the bigger swings she takes do more to demonstrate all the work she's putting into her performance than actually selling her character's state of mind. After seeing three of her acclaimed performances in a row (X, Pearl and this), I'm beginning to think I don't like her very much as an actress.

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Infinity Pool (2023) - Movie Review

Like many in film history, Infinity Pool tackles the subject of class and takes a hard look at the rich. Luckily, however, Infinity Pool also takes that subject in a much more unique direction than I've ever seen.

Brandon Cronenberg seems to be comfortably following in his father's footsteps by attempting to show you a glimpse of society and humanity with disturbing, unflinching visuals. While that doesn't always work for me, it worked quite well for me here because I really dug Infinity Pool.

Thematically, this isn't really anything new. It's a look at how the rich have no accountability etc etc. What works about this movie is it's creativity, boldness, and execution. First off, the basic premise is just really interesting, which instantly hooked me. Then, it's Cronenberg's direction and the performances that carry it from there.

This film is immaculately shot. Every bit of color and every tilt of the camera feels precise and purposeful. The pacing of the story makes the two hour runtime go by nicely. There's also a good balance with the real and surreal here. It's not afraid to get weird, but it also never loses its grip on the reality it creates.

Mia Goth continues to prove herself as a rising star, but it's Alexander Skarsgard who sticks out the most to me. With this and The Northman, my favorite films of 2022, he's climbing up my list of favorite actors. He's quite fearless in his performances while seemingly never choosing the same kinds of roles.

All that said, the film does get a bit indulgent in spots, but not nearly as much as I feared it would. I'm also not the biggest fan of the character of Em, Skarsgard's wife. I feel as if her purpose was one thing, but the portrayal made it hard to see her as that.

Overall, Infinity Pool is a film that tackles familiar themes but does it in a way that is bold, disturbing, and increasingly engaging.

Grade: A

[i-imagineforyou]

WHEN FUTURE KNOCKS (PART 1)

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard x Reader Words: 1121 Request: My request is that Alexander Skarsgard and YN met on the set of true blood and have been together ever since, married with kids. (anon) AN: Well, I’m turning this into a multi-chapter thing because apparently I couldn’t stop writing and it was getting too long. In this first part we see the Reader’s first day on set. WARNINGS: Reader being nervous af, and Alex, who is a warning by himself.

You couldn’t deny you were nervous. Excited, of course, but the knot on your chest was urging you to calm the fuck down before having an anxiety attack. It was your first day on set, your first big job since you started working as an actress some years ago. Small roles mostly, some bigger ones for independent films, but this was the freaking HBO. Three seasons of True Blood had been aired already and you loved the show, everyone did. You never thought they would choose you when you auditioned for the role of Alma, a vampire who was Eric Northman’s lover two hundred years ago and who suddenly appears at Bon Temps to shake everyone’s lives.

You had met Alexander at the table readings and you had to accept he was even better looking in person. You somehow hoped he would be an egocentric diva, or his breath smelled, or maybe he ignored you completely. But he was an actual sweetheart, who took care to calm you down from the moment you met. You just hoped you wouldn’t fall for your co-star, knowing you had many scenes together… and some of them pretty steamy as well. Which would turn awkward if you developed a crush on him.

Sat down on the makeup room as they made your skin look more pale and added shadows under your eyes, you tried to focus on your lines. You were so concentrated you didn’t even hear someone talking at you, only realizing when a gentle hand touched your shoulder.

“You were somewhere else, right?” The pretty redhead asked, and you smiled at Deborah. You loved her character, Jessica, in the show, but in real life she was so much nicer and sweet than the vampire she played.

“Yeah, sorry. I was trying to shut the little voice that tells me I’m going to fuck this up.”

A sympathetic smile was given and it somehow calmed you down a little bit. “I was thinking the same on my first day here. But I didn’t, and you are going to be great. I saw your audition tape and they were fantastic.”

“You did?” Your eyes widened. “H-how? Why?”

“Alexander showed it to me before we met you. The casting director wanted to know what he thought about you before hiring you, since you two are going to share so much screen time. He was delighted, and so was I.” Deborah explained kindly, before sitting down to get her make up ready as well.

This new information had not helped your nerves but it boosted your confidence. You looked at the mirror to see yourself fully changed, your lips now in a dark cherry shade, your hair pulled up in a way you couldn’t really figure out. You nodded to your reflection and got up, heading to the set where the crew was getting everything ready to start.

You already knew some of them, but not everyone, so you quickly headed where Alexander was sitting, sipping on a coffee and waiting. You looked around you as you walked, you had seen the Fangtasia so many times on screen, but you had never been there. You looked over at Eric’s throne and promised yourself you would take a picture sitting there as soon as you gained some confidence on set.

“Y/N.” You recognized his voice and turned around to meet Alexander’s smile. “Sit down with me, it’s going to take a while.” You obliged and sat next to him. He scanned your features silently, before deciding. “You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.”

An involuntary laugh escaped you, it sounded so shaky you covered your mouth with your hand and shook your head. “Maybe.”

“Do you want to practice our scene? We have plenty of time.”

You agreed, getting up and heading to the place where the marks were. Alexander sat down on one of the bar’s stools, legs open and with a careless manner, somehow turning into Eric in front of you. You tried to do the same. Forget about your name and your insecurities to become the badass vampire you were going to play, a woman who was capable of seducing and killing anyone she wanted. With that in mind, you started your scene.

“I though you had died, Alma.” Alexander (well, Eric) said, his tone tranquil while his eyes gave away how affected by the other vampire’s presence he was. “That’s what everyone told me, in fact, while I was looking for you.”

“You looked for me?” The tone of your voice was sweet as you cocked your head to a side, your heels echoed through the room as you slowly walked towards him. You always envisioned Alma as a Bengal tiger – elegant and confident, beautifully dangerous. And so you were playing her, approaching Alexander as if he was your prey. Your palms came to rest on his knees as you kept reciting your lines. “That’s very sweet of you. I guess that means you’re glad to see me again. Alive… well, pretty much.”

Alexander scoffed and rolled his blue eyes, but you would swear you saw him gulping, which wasn’t proper of Eric – he never showed someone made him nervous. “You lied to me.”

“Eric, please. Do not play this game with me. We are too much alike for it to work. So why don’t we just…” Now your hand traveled to his chest, your fingers resting on his clavicle. His large hand moved to brush yours, his fingers surrounding your wrist. “Have some fun while I’m here?” Your gazed moved to his neck to his eyes, he was supposed to move your hand away and get up, but he stayed still. His eyes were fixed on yours and his lips were slightly ajar, you looked at him confused. His blue eyes had some green spots, making you think of the sea. The whole vampire thing you had going shattered at his gaze, the beating of your heart too loud to pretend to ignore it.

“A-Alexander?” You muttered, making him snap out of his thoughts. He laughed, a slight pink hue tainting his cheeks.

“Whoa, sorry. I forgot my line.”

You chuckled along with him, moving your hand away, but his fingers were still around it. He let go slightly, causing your fingertips to rest on his palm. You looked at your hands and then back at him, only to find him staring at you. The small smile he gave you was enough to make your stomach turn and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Okay, not falling for this guy was going to be impossible.

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

“Alexander, it's- it's such a pleasure to have you here tonight!” the interviewer said with a smile and the man smiled back

He glanced at the audience as everybody, along with you sitting on the front row, cheered for him. His smile, he had to confess, got a little bigger when he saw your wide smile but tried to keep himself from getting carried away. You had that effect on him, even after all these years and he could still not understand it, but he never truly complained about it. Your eyes locked for a split second and he winked, not caring if it was on camera because he had done much more over the course of time to show his affection for you anyway.

“It's a great pleasure to be here as well.” he nodded his head with a smile.

“I always- I always wanted to ask you whenever we met, how is to have that many siblings? I'm- I'm an only child so I always thought about it but you- you are eight siblings, am I right?” she asked and he subtly nodded his head “That certainly can't be boring at all huh?” she added an waited for his response.

“Well, no of course not. It- It never gets boring with eight kids in the house, even if most of us are practically grown up. There is always something to do when we visit and- and you know what? I don't think dad has that much trouble with the youngest ones. I am sure that my fiance will agree me and Gustaf cause most of the trouble in there.” he grinned as you scoffed, mouthing an 'Obviously!'

“That's how it happens most of the time, I can imagine.” the interviewer chuckled.

“Yeah, but- but, well, as I said there is always something to do with eight kids in the home. Always! Just- just imagine having to set up the New Year's table for ten people plus some of ours' significant others.” he chuckled, shaking his head “That's- that's a real mess but it is always fun. At least I consider it to be fun, I don't know how my fiance sees it.” he grinned, looking at you “I do know she- she was shocked and overwhelmed the first time she saw us all together gathered around her but-” he laughed again when he saw you nod your head with wide eyes “But she got used to it... I hope?” he glanced at you as you shook your head with a laugh.

“Well- well she is... trying to get used to it, I think it's a better term.” he corrected as he saw you nod your head at him.

“Well, it's eight kids. Sure that takes time getting used to.” she grinned looking down at her notes “Uh tell me Alexander, you got engaged a couple months ago and just in a few there will be a wedding too, great congratulation by the way!”

“Thank you very much.” he said with big smile.

“I wanted to ask, are you planning on having any kids soon or not? And if yes, how many do you think you'd like to have?” she finished.

“Oh” he chuckled, rubbing his arm “Good question! Well, truth is, we- we wouldn't mind to have kids soon. We've-” he motioned at you, glancing for a second “We've talked about it, and the prospect of having kids has always sort of- sort of appealed to us, we've always liked it but waited for the right moment. So we have prepared almost everything and would say we- we really are ready, I think. Besides, I know she's make an amazing momma anyway!” he broke into a grin, winking at you as you giggled.

“I am sure growing up with all those kids around, your siblings, taking care of them and seeing them grow up had certainlyattributed to this, am I right?”

“Oh yes, yes absolutely! I've always wanted, you know, to have a big family like the one my father created and- and, to answer your previous question too, uh my uhm my ideal number of... kids, I think is-” he paused, trying to find the right words “I would really like to have more than eight kids for sure, yeah I want to beat my father in that! I'll really go for more than eight, I mean he had kids in the 80s, 90s and so on and it took time but- but I really would love to go for it!”

“You-” she giggled especially at the enthusiastic grin on his face “You really seem set on it, and quite eager too, but I- I think that your fiance is... about to have a heart attack to say the least.”

“I've-” he laughed as well as he saw the mortified expression on your face, eyes wide and eyebrows shot up, hand over your heart as you kept shaking your head “I might have kind of neglected to tell her. Oops!” he shrugged innocently.

“I'm really taking it that this prospect doesn't excite you as much (Y/n)?” she asked with a giggle, a camera turning to you as you were handed a microphone.

“Sure, pff. Why shouldn't I be excited at hearing my future husband wants to have a dozen kids!” you shrugged as if it was nothing before chuckling “I have nothing better

“Hey, I'm fine with just ten darling!” he rushed to say with a grin and you laughed, lowering and shaking your head.

“I'll tell you, I love this man that much that I am willing to bear his children, but-” you giggled, raising a finger “But two is the most he's gonna get out of me, alright maybe even three if they are the same gender, but I am certainly not even gonna let him touch me if he keeps trying after that!”

“Oh please, that's what you keep saying but you know it's never true!” he shook his head and you laughed, nodding your head.

“I'll have to admit I never know what might happen in the end but I am certainly not bargaining this! It's easier for men to talk when they won't go through all of that for nine months!” you shook your head, laughing “No, three maximum!”

“She'll be saying that now, but I will get her to do what I want to in the end!” he grinned mischievously, winking at you “I have my ways of convincing her!” he added and the crowd cheered ad you hid your face behind your hand.

“He sure does!” you said with a giggle as he smiled proudly but tried to shrug innocently “And they are never innocent!” you pointed out and made them all burst again into laughter as he gave in as well.

Oh those ways!

[starshipsofstarlord]

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

Requested ✖️

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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.

[poison-in-my-pen]

Slow Up

A/N: Alex is home after a few weeks away filming and his features have completely transformed making him unrecognizable to you.

Alex’s family and I gathered at his father's house for dinner awaiting his and Bill’s return. It isn't often that his entire family is in Sweden at the same time, and when they are a family dinner is a must. Bill volunteered to pick Alex up from the airport, while the rest of us lounged around.

I was helping to set the table when the front door slammed and the footsteps approached. Bill entered followed by Alex or I think it's Alex. There was a small cheer and laughter as he made his way around the room hugging and kissing everyone and all I could do was stare.

He approached me with eager eyes and opened arms, this is the moment when I would launch myself into his chest and kiss him tongue and all with no regard for who was around. I saw as he braced himself for the impact of my hug and added enthusiasm that wasn’t going to come. I was rooted.

I tilted my head to the side and squinted. "Alex?"

"Hi, min kärlek.” His arms encircled me and I held him loosely. He planted a kiss on my forehead and I gazed up at the familiar voice with the stranger's face. He wore a black north face cap and his natural blond hair, which was the longest I’ve ever seen it, was tucked behind his ears, so that it grazed his neck. I was used to the beard and the sideburns, but everything else was a lot to take in.

We sat across from each other at the dinner table and I couldn't take my eyes off him. It's Alex. I know it is, but my brain just couldn’t see it. There was a piece of the jigsaw puzzle missing. I remained quiet during the dinner and for most of the evening trying my damndest to figure out if my occipital lobe was damaged or if I was having some type of psychotic break.

Those are his eyes, that’s his nose and that voice, I can recognize anywhere, his movements, his scent, it’s Alex, but his face, it’s not connecting, is it the length of his hair? Could it be the hat? It’s the hat! It has to be the hat. He was in mid-conversation when I walked over to where he sat and took his hat off, which didn’t phase him, he ran his fingers through his locks and laughed at something his brother said. I retook my seat across from him on the sofa, his hat on my head and my eyes on him, he glanced at me and winked. I frowned and knitted my brows lost in thought, it’s not the damn hat, why can’t I see him.

***

As the night drew to a close and we were alone for the first time, I felt the tension clenching and unclenching its fist in my stomach. I know it's him, I’m 99% sure it's him, but that 1% has wrenched my insides, what if it isn't him?

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on a chair. “Are you going to tell me why you've been distant all night and acting strange? Is it facial hair, don't you like it? You've always liked the scruff." He scratched his cheek.

I didn’t like the scruff, I loved the scruff especially when it grazed my inner thigh, but this was different. I looked at him willing myself to see him beneath the beard and the long hair, but I couldn’t. I don't see Alex, how do I tell him this?

“You just look very different, that's all.”

“Babe, it's me.”

Is it though? I thought.

He tried to kiss me on the lips and I turned my head.

“I can't.” I say avoiding his eyes.

“What? Why? What is it?”

“Your voice, your eyes, your mannerism. I know it's you, but.” I paused.

“But what?”

The silence had time to stretch into a downward dog and a cat pose before I spoke. “I don't see you.” I finally say.

“What do you mean? I'm standing in front of you.” He gestured.

“I don't see you, I don't see my Alex.”

“What do you see?”

“A conundrum.” I glanced up at him, he didn’t laugh. He always laughed or smiled at my witty comebacks.

“What do I have to do to prove it's me?” He approached me and I instinctively backed up. "No, don't you dare do that to me." He admonished.

I stilled as he approached, he held my face in his hand and I closed my eyes. My body responded, it knew his touch, it craved his touch. I remembered the last time he was away for a long stretch and that weekend of his return, we never left the bed. I filled myself up with so much of him that if you saw us side by side you wouldn’t be able to tell us apart. And tonight before he walked through the front door I anticipated the feel of his weight on top of me, the feel of his lips kissing me all over, the feel of him deep inside. The feel of us.

He ran the pad of his thumb against my lips pulling me back into the present, I inhaled the warmth of his breath as he kissed my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, my nose, and my eyelids. His lips brushed lightly against my lips and my body became voltaic. His kiss was soft, firm, passionate and familiar, yes, his tongue swirled in my mouth, I’m coming undone, he pulled the zipper to my dress and his fingers scraped against my spine as he pulled the straps of my dress down my arms. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair, his hair, his hair, that nagging 1%. My eyes flashed opened.

"Please.” I heaved.

His mouth was on my neck and my knees buckled as he bit down on the sensitive spot at the base of my collarbone, I'm his. “Babe, it's me." He took my hand and rubbed it against his jeans. "I promise you it's me, baby. I want you. I need you."

My breath hitched. I’m his, I’m his, I’m his, but...

“I don't see you.” I whispered against his ear.

“It's me. It's me. It’s me. It’s me.” He repeated gently as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed.

“It feels like I'm cheating on you.”

He stopped and gazed down at me. “Min kärlek, you're not cheating on me. I promise you’re not.” He stood and I watched as he pulled his jeans down. He rejoined me on the bed laying on his side, his head propped up by his hand. “Touch me.”

I reached out tentatively, he grabbed my hand assuredly and placed it on his face, he closed his eyes and fell back on the bed and exhaled slowly, my fingers roved across his nose, to his cheeks then down to his neck and collarbone, I made trails across his arms down to his fingertips, he interlaced our fingers and slowly brought the back of my hand to his lips, he released my hand and my fingers continued down across his chest and to his stomach. I stopped.

“Don’t stop.” He murmured.

I gazed at his black boxer briefs, he was straining to get out. I glanced up at him and his moonlit eyes were studying me, he pinned me with his gaze as he took my hand and pushed it into his boxers. He wanted me, he needed me. I wanted him, I needed him, but...I pulled my hand away and he sensed my apprehension. He sat up and freed himself of his boxers, I glanced down, Alex, that is definitely Alex, mole and all, I thought.

I straddled him and interlaced my fingers around his neck, I whispered in his ear, “forgive me, if it’s not you. ” He lifted my hips and slowly I opened to him, hugging him tightly as he filled me to the top. “Alexander!”

Post Note: This story popped into my head when I saw this photo of Alex because I honestly don't see him, I know it's him, but I just don't see it, and I thought this would make a fun story.

[shhhhhskars]

The night was full of with small talk, too much alcohol and Alexander constantly gripping at your waist and squeezing everytime someone said something cringe worthy. It was one of those nights, socialites gathering for a charitable gala, a buzzing dimly lit ball room with no where to run. Alex would much rather be at home, but Papa Stellan had specifically requested his presence and he of course he had to drag you along with him for good measure. He loved the food, though, and helped himself to whatever they waltzed around on the porcelain dishes as well as shamelessly attacking the appetizers on your plate. When it was finally time for you two to head out, he was like a small child- grabbing for your hand, needy almost- wanting to feel you close to him. You had one too many and he was gently helping you into the escalade, making sure to lift your dress so it didn’t cling to your thin, high heels. Once you guys were securely inside, he made sure to take your hand in his, your hands tiny compared to his huge palm. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his head fall rest back on the leather seat, a small breath escaping his slightly parted lips. “Long night, lover?” you were still holding his hand when you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Very.” his voice was a barely above a murmur, you could feel the exhaustion radiating from him. Your eyes travelled down his face, to his neck, his shoulders, tensed up in his fitted suit jacket. “When we get home. I need you.” He said it cooly, like it was something he read about and wanted to share it with you. You paused, wondering where you wanted this to go tonight...

[minaofmayhem]

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