#askarsgard drabbles

[shhhhhskars]

How about alexander realizing how tiny we are next to him.. Especially his hands they're huuge and as someone short and has a size kink he's the perfect guy for that 😻

932 words, fluffy things. ♡

As much as you liked Sweden, you enjoyed being in New York City with him. The city buzzed from right outside of your window and there was a 24 hour deli just one block over where you guys went to grab beers and late night munchies. Alex would throw on his Ray-Bans and a sweatshirt, his effort to be incognito, but truly, there was no need. New York City was elusive like that. You could just sort of be, slip through the crowds quietly, go about your business. Especially when they slipped out at night, the Village was buzzing with people doing more exciting things than looking for a celebrity in a deli.

And the apartment? It had so much charm, which Alex was obsessed with. The exposed brick gave the small space a cozy feel, and the dark hardwoods that ran through the entire space warmed it up. There was an original fireplace, and crown-molding, which gave great balance to the the modern amenities and stainless steel. But speaking of amenities, other than the in-house laundry that you thanked heavens for- you were on the top floor, which meant access to the roof deck, which was yours as long as you held the lease. Completely private and high enough to be hidden from the world, it was your haven out there. You guys decorated it with string lights and throw pillows, and Alex had a plethora of plants that he got from Home-Depot out there.  It was peaceful for him there, and in the Springtime when it got chilly at night, you and Alex would grab a few blankets and go up there, wine bottles in hand. You’d talk for hours. Listen to the noise of the city. Look at people walk by and wonder where they were off to.

That was your plan for this particular Saturday evening. There was no need need to go on a ‘run’ to the store, as he like to call them, because there was more than enough liquor in the house today. He waited patiently for you by the door that led up to the deck, a wine bottle in each hand, holding them tightly by the neck. “Baby? Kitchen’s fine, you know. You ready?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side a bit. He knew how compulsive you got with making sure the kitchen was sparkling. He was leaning with his back against the door, his eyes on you as you straightened up, a habit that you were never able to shake. Eyes on him now, you paused, like a thief who just got caught mid robbery. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I? Fuck. I’m awful, I know. Let me just get the glasses.” You tip toed to reach the white cupboards, prying one door open with force, his eyes still on you the entire time. When the door was open, you had to raise yourself higher, poking your head around as you hummed to yourself, looking for the wide rimmed glasses that Bill had gotten you as a housewarming gift.

Meanwhile, his eyes were still on you as you shuffled, especially looking at your feet which were propelling you into the cupboard as you tip toed up to find what you were looking for. He had to stifle a little laugh- surely, he could easily just walk over and grab them for you, but he knew that would come with a bunch of huffs and puffs- ‘what, you think because you’re freakishly tall, i can’t get some wine glasses in my own home?’- and that was not how he wanted this Saturday night in to go. So he watched, his amusement level high, and let you take your time to find what you needed. When you reached success, he was delighted by the wave of satisfaction that that washed over your face, a total opposite from the look of frustration from just moments before. 

Like a king, head held high- you turned to face him, two glasses in hand, but there he was, lips folded in, his smile lines peeking through even though he was trying his hardest to hold back a grin. Your eyebrows tensed up, eyes narrowing in. Before you could even start, he did. “You’re so tiny.” You couldn’t believe your ears, so you moved in closer to him, trying to keep a straight face, gripping the glasses tightly, but saying nothing. You were in front of him now. His eyes lowered from yours, to your nose, then down to your lips. He scanned your face silently, still holding back a painful smile. A good ‘ole stare off between you both. His eyes broke it first, they fell to the small hands clutching onto the glasses, fingers stretched to hold the wide rim. 

For a split second, you were going to let him finish. “What, are you going to say something about my elf hands, next?” And now, neither of you could hold back the smile, he burst into a heaving, uncontrollable laughs- you into a mess of giggles. It took a bit for you both to get it under control, still standing in front of each other. When it finally fell silent again, it stayed that way for a few seconds, you both trying to catch your breath. He broke the silence, glancing back down at your hands again, they were turning light pink from all the blood rushing to them. “They are...really fucking small, kiddo. Come. Let me show you how much I love you upstairs.” And you followed him after him, still shaking your head.  

Note: Alex and his hands....ugh I hope this sufficed. 

[shhhhhskars]

See You Again (part 2)

Click here to indulge in part 1. This is kind of our babies getting emotionally vulnerable with each other, and being weirdos together. All the feels. Very fluffy and soft soft Alex things. I hope you enjoy this. (P.S. sorry if there are typos or what not, my brain has been tired lately.)

There was something bittersweet about finding it when she did. A mixture of embarrassment, unease and relief. It over took her body in a rush as she gazed at his messy scribble in the lonely kitchen, and she had to physically close her eyes to ground herself for a few seconds. All was silent, except for the soft humming of the refrigerator, and she basked in it for a second. With the tension leaving her body, she realized just how disappointed she truly was a second ago. And what was this undeniable shift she felt in the pit of her stomach, the muddled clenching that was there just prior- practically nonexistent now? All of that pent up anxiety and frustration. Gone. Poof. Easy like that. Simply because he had signaled that he was still around.

How was it possible that he could shift her mood so effortlessly? The thought made her seethe a little, his pull was far too strong on her emotions, and it terrified her.

Making a mental note to check in with herself later, she took her her sweet time to climb the staircase up to the rooftop terrace- an effort to convince herself that she was not a complete soft trash can for the man who waited for her. She did her best to maintain an expression of nonchalance- an effort to appear cool, calm and collected. Instead, she found herself chewing at the inside of her bottom lip the entire time, to hold back the smile that was fighting it’s way across her lips. 

When she finally reached the top level, firmly pulling open the french doors, she stopped curtly, legs suddenly feeling like lead.

The roof terrace which was designed to be a cozy space- was decked out intricately from left to right. Draped from edge to edge- twinkling round string-lights hung, the glow that emitted from the circular bulbs standing out against the black, industrial wire and the bare night sky. They wrapped around the exposed wooden beams that provided a shaded area in the day-time, and looped back to where she was standing. Starting at her feet, there were milky wax candles of all sizes, placed in careful bundles all around the terrace floor, burning comfortably in temperate night. A few over-sized metal lanterns lay among them, with taller candles inside, the light bouncing back and radiating against the glass. Dozens of healthy sunflowers (her favorite) beamed straight up in ceramic white pitchers, which were spread through out the various surfaces- one on top of the lounge table, another on top of the bar area. 

He staggered his usual potted plants to the outskirts of the terrace, their terra-cotta buckets adding to the rosiness and haziness of the scene- which made just enough room for a fluffy, layered spread of blankets, on top of a heavy, white quilted duvet. A handful of throw pillows were scattered a top, all some shade of creme or white, some with cotton covers, others knitted, some just soft and fuzzy. Two generously sized wine glasses were perched on a wooden stool next to the area, already filled with a deep ruby hue, and she could tell it was her favorite blend that they kept in their mini collection downstairs. A gentle, soft jazz instrumental filtered through the air, nearly undetectable due to the fact that they were nestled in the heart of the city, the buzz from around them undeniable. 

She was in awe of the energy of the space- of his lofty and particular intimate curation. Stunned, she held her breath. 

As if on cue, the giant Swede who was responsible for it all, appeared from around the corner, whistling softly to himself, carrying an extensive charcuterie board with two large hands. He nearly jumped when he saw her standing in the door way, and clutched at the wooden board firmly. 

“Holy shi.. I said around 10...ish, 'baby. Hi, though.” he muttered with a furrowed brow, but a silly smile was spreading across his face just from seeing her frame in the doorway. He walked over to the wooden table that was near their fort of blankets, and placed down his work of art, shifting it into place on the table. 

Still in complete shock, she ignored him and his time request, watching him nonchalantly shift some of the cheeses on the board. 

“Alex...did you do all of this...for me?” she questioned, clearing her throat to catch his attention when he ignored her. “Alex..” she pressed again, softly, and he pried his attention away from the cheese brought his eyes to hers finally. Looking around, he gave her a tiny, innocent shrug and a nod, as if to say, yeah, I did. He pushed himself up, dusting his butt off a little as he did so, and walked over to where she stood expectantly in the door way.

He wrapped a hand around the small of her waist, pulling her into him, and she sighed a breath of relief, from the much needed contact. 

“We haven’t seen much of each other as of late. I figured, we could use some alone time.” he said modestly. “I mean, I know it’s nothing much, or whatever but...something small, you know, just for us.”

She scoffed, wrapping one arm around his waist, pulling his body closer to hers with a gentle jerk. Suddenly her Tiramisu and lingerie felt minuscule, compared to what he did for her. 

“Small? Baby...” she planted a solid kiss on his chin. “This is everything.” she whispered. Music still softly threading along in the background, he blushed a violent shade of light pink, and brought his lips gently onto hers, leaving a lingering, soft kiss that made her want to whine when he broke it. He dropped her waist and went for her hand, interlocking their fingers and pulling her out of the doorway, and down onto the terrace. “C’mere.” He tugged at her arm, prompting her to follow him to the little area he had set up for them.

**

A few glasses of wine in, and she’s sitting pretzel style on top of one of the pillows, giggling at a Skarsgard camping story. This time, he remincised on  camping with G, and Gustaf’s then girlfriend. Bill also tagged along, as well as a young Valter, and the trip was a memorable mess, because Valter, Bill and Alexander were forced to share a tent. Other than Gustaf and his girlfriend making their...sounds, Valter could swear up and down he heard a bear in the middle of the night- which led to him waking them up in the ass crack of night,  to sob a bit and beg them to check it out. Bill volunteered, and instead of coming back into the tent he took an intentionally long smoke break, which caused Valter to freak out even more.

 His shirt rode up as he spoke, animated and enthused as ever, exposing his sculpted, tan torso and gray boxer briefs. This was one of his top five favorite positions to be in, ‘cause he could gaze right up at her with ease, head snuggled in her lap and his long body stretched out to the maximum. If she threw in a little head scratch, ah, that was true bliss. 

“Ah...that little motherfucker, man. I miss him when he was small. Now he’s all...smart and what not.” Alexander commenced his reminiscing with a chuckle, followed with a small sigh. 

She smiled down at him, one hand brushing through his locks, the other, reaching for her wine glass and dragging the rim up to her lips. “Yeah, well, that generally happens, sweets. You have fifty million siblings, you should know this.” she said with a little tug on his hair. He winced, belting out a mumbled ouch, and pinched the side of her thigh.

“Fifty million, yeah? I’m defffintely telling my dad you said that.” he said with a goofy little giggle, raising a hand up to gently trace her cheekbone.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare, Skarsgard. You know that’s my bestie.” she said with a roll of her eyes, cutting her eyes at him playfully.

“Ooh, and I’m telling mom you said that,” he countered, changing from his index to his rough thumb, bringing his hand down to stroke her jaw-line with his large finger. A full on grin was spread across his face now, fully amused at teasing her, and her mouth dropped dramatically. 

“You’re playing dirty. I thought you missed me, sir.” She gave her best pout and sad eyes, but it only made them both laugh.

“I missed the hell out of you, and those awfully dramatic facial expressions you do. You should be an actress.” he touched the tip of her nose with his index finger, and she shook her head with a small laugh.

“Oh? There’s a joke.” she said with a little snicker, imagining the scenario briefly. She ran her hand down his tummy, tracing small circles on exposed skin. He shuddered under her touch, and he closed his eyes, snuggling his head more into her lap. It was getting later and later, and Alexander became more and more of a baby when it was close to his bed-time.

“Mmmmm.” he mumbled as adjusted, relaxing under her touch. She took a good look at him, laying their with his eyes closed. She could see every line, every tiny little wrinkle that creased up at the side of his eyes- she adored each one. Under his eyes were slightly puffy, like he was restless and needed a good rest tonight. She looked at his faded stubble that was growing back at a rapid rate from his last visit to the barber. 

“What? Does that feel good?” she asked, nibbling on the inside of her bottom lip gently as she peered down at him.

He nodded slowly, and she stopped the circles on his tum for only second, just for his eyes to shoot open and his brows to furrow down. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, and she resumed her circles. He smiled and closed his eyes, once again at ease.

She stifled a laugh, at how simple he was to please, and how lucky they both were to have found each other in a such a messy world. And it was strange...it was very rare that she craved affection, or romance, the whole idea of it made her kind of cringe sometimes- yet she felt so comfortable laying here with him, surrounded by candles and laying in a fort of throw blankets. It was oddly comforting, to know that in this moment she could just be- that there was no real need for a facade of any type of persona right in this moment. She brought her left hand to his hair again, giving him a little head rub while her other hand ran over his stomach and chest under his thin white t-shirt. It hitting her all at once, that if anything could be considered perfection, it would be this moment, with Alexander, right here.

“You could be anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me. Ain’t that about a bitch.” she joked awkwardly with shake of her head, not letting up her movements.

His eyes opened at that- but they were still half closed. Darkened blue orbs half covered by sleepy kids stared up and into her soul for a second and she had to look away.

“Please, kid, where else would I be?” he challenged, with a lazy little yawn.

She shrugged, unable to find the right words, and he chuckled at her silence, and her eyes fell back on him. She paused this time, letting her hand rest on his chest, grazing her hand his right nipple softly.. He smiled a little at the tickling feeling of that. “If I didn’t meet you..what, I’d be...drunk somewhere with Dada? Talking about some new dumb thing he saw online, listening to his stoned ass. Or maybe wandering around a hotel alone? Trying to find somewhere other than my empty room read a script.” He finished his little rant with a chuckle. “Really no where else I’d rather be.” he added softly, with a small shrug.

She was taken aback at his brutal honesty, at how he opened himself up to her- this was a rare occasion indeed. She felt her heart physically softening in her chest for him, and it ached a bit.

“Nah. You’d be out making some new art. Creating. Being dope. You know. It’s what you do. It’s in your genes.” Building up the people she cared about was in her nature, and this earned a blush and a shy smile from him. He paused, those blue orbs scanning her face, from her eyes to her nose, to her lips- then back up again to her eyes. “Oh? Tell me more.” he teased and laughed, pinching his nipple so hard he jumped. “Only teasing. Only teasing. I appreciate you and your words. I appreciate them more than you know, my love.” He gently braced himself, so he could push himself up and out of her lap, adjusting his body so he could face her.

She swung her legs over his, scooting closer into him and his warm core, and he wrapped his hands around the small of her waist, nuzzling his nose on hers with a gentle eskimo kiss. “Don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me, and for no reason.” he said, leaving a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She closed her eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. The night was winding down, minutes until twelve now. The city was still buzzing- but it was significantly quieter right now. Their soft jazz and candles were still going strong.

She shrugged and he paused, waiting for her to finish her thought, and she took a moment to gather her words. Emotions and hormones were running through her at an all time high, and it was wonderfully painful, beautiful and messy at the same damn time. She knew what she had to get off of her chest, it had been a long time coming.

She took a shaky breath, raising her head so they were both eye level, holding the sides of his face and getting a good grip with her hands before starting. He noticed the moisture from her hands seeping through, a sign of her getting nervous- that he always found extra cute.

“I love you...Alex. I’ve known...for a while. But I’ve been. I’ve been waiting for the right moment.” she said meekly, her throat constricting slightly. Alexander had been the one who said I love you first, and she was anxiously waiting for the perfect moment to reciprocate the energy. This, was it. There was no other time.

Eyes softened, he smiled, his heart quickening a few beats, before tilting his head into hers, closing the small distance in between their faces with a rough, eager kiss. She dropped his hands hurriedly from his face, wrapping them around his neck and bringing herself closer to him. He pulled her in, and she crawled into his lap, straddling him. A hand in the back of her hair he gently tugged, pulling her face back. “Fuck. I love you, kid.” Was all he could manage to get out, before she was gripping at the bottom of his tee, and putting her lips back on his, desperate for more of him, for all of him- in this moment. Little did he know, she hadn’t even revealed her secret weapons- the lingerie and his chilled Tiramisu that she was sure he would get all excited about once he realized he had an post-sex snack waiting for him.

[shhhhhskars]

I think Alex would like a girlfriend who would call him out on his bs you know? She knows her worth and won't let anyone treat her less even him, maybe that causes argument and fighting between them but in the end of the day they understand each other better and even Alex finds it hot when it happens

So our girl goes to visit Alex in Sweden, and the flight over was awful. She thought taking the non-stop option from New York City to Stockholm was the best, but there was a delay and not to mention the turbulence. What was supposed to be a little over 10 hours, turned into nearly 11 and a half. She slept the whole day after arriving, Alex curled by her side for most of it, but he was not jetlagged, and Alex was begging her to come out with him. It was Dada’s birthday, and Alex had a table at his favorite restaurant, and had even had exclusive cocktails made up for the man, and yes, there would be a cake shaped like a joint, and singing. For a friend, though, especially Dada Flair, his best bud, birthdays were a fucking occasion, okay. A few of their other friends would be joining them, and Alex was desperate to have her on his arm for the night and show her off. 

She rubbed her eyes, sitting up in his large king sized bed. The room was vast, big enough to fit another bed, if she was being honest. The vaulted ceilings warmed up the modern finishings, and Alex kept potted plants of all shapes and sizes everywhere, on his window sills, on the floor, on his dresser. 

Speaking of, there he was, pulling on a pair of black dress socks silently on the very edge of the mattress. She paused, unable to stop herself from admiring the shape of his muscular back in the dark room. The moment was fleeting, she was quickly distracted by the pounding on the left side of her skull. She raised a hand to her temple, the migraine pounding harder, and winced. 

“Hey, you good?” He was turned to face her now, and even in the darkness she could make out that look of worry in his eye. “It’s nothing. It’s just a headache, baby.” She paused after telling the lie- she knew damn well it was more than that, a full blown migraine, but she had a good reason. Alex was good to call off his night if he felt like she was at home in distress, and the last thing she needed was him cancelling on his best friend for her, or anything of the sort. “Can I get you anything?” was his next question, and she could hear the concern in his voice, but she shook her head curtly.

He took a breath, and she knew what was coming. “Come with me, love?” he asked.

A shaky breath left her mouth, and she paused, chewing on the inside of her lip. She wasn’t even dressed, still in one of his big, over-sized tee shirts, hair a mess. Her make up bag was buried in her carry on somewhere, and she didn’t even want to imagine looking for it right now. Of course if she said that to Alex he would say, but you don’t need make-up, just come wearing that, come wearing nothing, even. 

“I’ll have to miss.” she admitted, with a soft sigh. 

Sinking, she tried to find the words when she only heard nothing back. “I’ll make it up to Dada. Plus, he really just wants to hang with you, you know. Go have fun, babe.” Her voice was laced with what was supposed to sound like encouraging energy, maybe it was the migraine but it just sounded deflated and sad.

“I was really looking forward to spending some time out with you, but I guess.”

No, he wasn’t doing this. Silence fell between them again. 

To a normal person, maybe it wouldn’t feel awful- but to her, it was. She knows what he’s doing- what that dry, dampened tone stands for. She knows Alex like the back of her hand. For a moment she considered if it was a joke, because there was no way in hell she had flown all the way to Sweden, for him to act like this. Yeah, she downplayed the fucking headache, but he should still be concerned. Perhaps this was her karma for telling a white-lie. But no, there was no fucking way he was going to hit her with the I guess, and shut down, when she was exhausted and in pain.

“You’re not serious?”

“What?” He countered, basically asking her to spell it out for him.

She let a shaky breath out, she had no problem doing so. “Shutting down on me, because you’re not getting your way tonight.”

Her eyes had adjusted to the dark now, and she saw his eyebrows raise, and she could swear she heard a small scoff come from him, but she wasn’t sure. She clenched down on her jaw a little, the migraine making her patience run thin, and she silently said a prayer for good things.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” was all she got in return from him, and now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows.

“Last time I checked,” She paused to gather her words. “I’m the one who got off an 11 hour flight. A little fucking....empathy? Would be nice.” The words rolled off her tongue sharply, and she felt the weight leave her chest. 

Slowly, she felt the bed moving, and he rose. She could tell from his silence, his ego had taken a hit, and she tried her hardest not to roll her eyes back into her head right then. He played with his hands, wringing his fingers for a second. “You’re fucking crazy.” he said simply, with a stark coldness.

Headache or not, now she felt the heat radiate off of her body, the sweat was coming from her pores now, she felt her throat tighten. “Alex, please fucking go, you are annoying the fuck out of me with your attitude, and I am not doing this with you at all. Please go.” Her tone was pointed and cold, like a school teacher reprimanding her students. At this point, she was sweating, fuming, pissed, and the adrenaline was rushing now. She was kicking him out of his own place, telling him to go, with no hesitation. 

He chuckled, appalled but not surprised at her. His heart was racing, and for a big guy he felt so small, and he hated feeling this way. He shuffled around the room in the dark, making noise on purpose, touching unnecessary things and slamming them back down a little too loud. He gathered his basic essentials- cellphone, wallet, keys, but not without taking his sweet time. She watched him in silence, the entire time. He was at the door now, about to leave. “You are fucking crazy,” He said one more time under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear, before walking out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

Note: might do a continuation of this tomorrow if peeps are interested, let me know if anything, guys.

thx to @donimvmv for the dada flair tid bit, you specifically asked me to write about him and he’s mentioned here, but i hope to write more things with him in it in the future. x

[shhhhhskars]

hii, can you write something about the reader interacting w alex's family please??

You never quite got over celebrating with the Skarsgards, even for events that weren’t usually your favorite. You had a tendency to stray away from your own family escapades, unless it was immediate, but with Alex’s family, their gatherings felt natural. And regardless, there was no way Alex would ever let you live down missing something this big. His little baby brother was becoming a daddy. And Stellan was doing everything in his power to plan the most wonderful shower for Bill, because how could he not? Everyone was to be there to celebrate the new Skarsbaby. Honestly, you loved kids, but baby showers, were not your thing. They felt orchestrated to you and you usually had a habit of getting utterly fucked up at them, but for Bill, you would make the exception.

Of course, Stellan Skarsgard was not planning an orchestrated, simple baby shower. The entire thing once again felt wonderfully effortless, yet over the top. The event space was immense, white candles of different sizes graced the floor and delicate, minimal flower arrangements were placed on each table. Place cards were set. There was every type of pastry you could imagine, even a bar to get a hand rolled cigar. Yes, Gustaf tried to convince him out of that, said it wasn’t a wedding, just a shower, for a baby. And that Bill didn’t even want anything that big. But let’s be real, it’s Bill, we’re speaking of here, and he  is having a baby. It was going to be some shade of over the top, even Alex knew that. Everything was some shade of cream or taupe, from the soft linen curtains that hung from tall windows on high, vaulted ceilings, to the three tiered cake that was presented beautifully in the front of the room. The lighting was comfortable, a soft haze and it felt like you were captured in a warm hug when you step foot inside.

“What’s in your cup?” you questioned Valter, pointedly. You had both ended up at the bar, and everyone was mingling around. Alex was somewhere screaming about how Bill is going to dress the baby, probably in fucking sweaters, and what not, Bill is in the crowd, laughing with one of his third cousins and reluctantly being pulled away to socialize with someone else mid conversation. “Ginger ale.” Valter responded without a blink. You narrowed your eyes at Alex’s younger brother, taking a second to try to look into his glass, which he held for you to see. “Are you lying?” you narrowed your eyes at him as you asked.

Honestly, Eija was handing you drinks all night and you were too gone to tell, so looking was no use. “Absolutely. Yes I’m fucking lying,” he said before bursting into a loud laugh from the look of utter confusion and annoyance on your face. You pursed your lips at him a little and punched his arm playfully, but it was too late, you guys were cackling at the bar and gaining a few glances and stares. You two were both too drunk and foolish to notice the two giants approaching, arms around each others shoulders, Bill’s face flushed red from all the talking he was doing and Alex just boyishly excited by it all. 

“The hell you two going on about?” Bill said as the two approached, his arm still around Alex. Normally, you would think it was a beautiful sight, both of them dressed to the nines and color coordinated for the shower. But, the energy was different right now, there was a excitement in the air, and everything felt hilarious. You and Valter paused- looking at the two of them only incited more laughter from the two of you. Bill and Alex glanced at each other, puzzled. “Get your girl, Alexander.” Bill muttered with a little chuckle, their laughter was contagious. Alex shook his head, still grinning, slightly rolling his eyes at you and his younger brother. “She’s had too much, if she’s laughing this hard at Valter’s jokes.”

Eija floated over and joined the circle of you by the bar, in a cream turtleneck dress that hugged her frame perfectly, Aperol Spritz in hand, looking like a supermodel as per usual. “How do you always look so good?” You questioned, and beamed at her, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Valter. “Shhhhh. I love you.” She said bumping her head against yours. “Alex, do me a favor and get my favorite girl a drink, will you, please?” Eija playfully commanded her older brother, giving him a wink, and Alex glared at her and muttered something in Swedish, but handed you whatever the hell was in his cup, even though you didn’t need it. You were about to take a sip when you were interrupted, Gustaf was clinking a spoon to a glass and calling for a toast in the buzzing room, and everyone was quieting down to listen to his speech. 

Oh I loved this ask. I needed soft baby shower family gathering things....hope this sufficed bb.

[shhhhhskars]

Masterlist

I suck but here goes. Anything with a ** is nsfw but keep in mind that there may be slight suggestive sexual themes in some of them, even if it’s not marked. Just figured it would be easier to have everything in one place for your viewing pleasure.

Longer Drabbles

Late night part 1: (the drive)

Late night part 2: (getting home)

Friday night face-masks

The naked bit

Pasta night & jealousy

The hate fuck incident **

Bill’s Baby Shower

Alpha male gets in his feelings around her best guy friends

The Fight (part 1)

The Fight (part 2)

The Fight (part 3)

When he realizes he has a size-kink

Bbw lovin’ **

I Want You Around 

Talk You Down 

Telling her about his breeding-kink

Alex’s breeding kink **

The Virgo Man

We’re Almost Home (breeding kink) **

Intimate Things Happen in Pools ft. Valter & Bill **

Discussing Baby Names

The Dry Hump/Knee Kink..**

First time she blows him **  /  (and more details of that, here)

NSFW Alphabet (first half)

Hot & Bothered **

What he’s like when he’s in love (part 2)

Making moves on her

Headcanons

Living with Alexander would include...

Sundays with Alexander would include...

Making out like teenagers **

The Excel Spreadsheet bit

Sassing him because he’s being dramatic

What he’s like when he’s in love

Rough sex **

Sides of him

Wearing his clothes

Name calling bit **

Drowning in his hoodies 

Teasing bit

What he’s like when he’s in love

The road test bit

Teaching you how to drive

The TikTok bit

He finds the sweet spot of perfume **

The hair braiding bit

The hair braiding bit cont. 

Cockworship bit **

Checks to make sure you’re still there bit

Piggyback ride bit

Sassing him, again **

Bath time with the 4 babies

Ovulating bit **

Sleepy Reader 

Dressing Room bit **

Tag Team bit ** ft. billy

Breeding Kink bits

Alpha Male tendancies

Early, fluffy, dating phase would include...

He watches her get ready 1

He watches her get ready (2)

He watches her get ready (3)

When she has a rough day

[shhhhhskars]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shhhhhskars]

Intimate Things happen in Pools.

Ask that inspired it 1.  / Ask that inspired it 2.  Intimate. BBQ/Pool Day. Age Gap tings. Family Lovin’ (Bill & Valter). Angst. Tension. Awkward early stages with Alexander. Words: 1,643. Sometimes you just need some...sof, intimate Alex tings..as always, hope you enjoy. 

“Valter, if you keep staring at me, I will absolutely throw your ass in here. That’s a promise.”

Alexander launched the soft blow-up ball into the air, directly towards his younger brother who was stretched out on one of the sleek, wooden pool chairs. Valter was living his best life, with sun screen slathered down his nose and cheekbones. He sported some worn, beige camouflage swim trunks and a crisp white tee. The ball hit his leg and bounced off, and he had to raise his tortoise Ray-Bans off his face, to the top of his head, to really comprehend what the fuck was good with this old idiot. He cursed something awful in Swedish, giving Alexander a good glare.

“Fucker. I was not staring at you two...whatever the hell two are. I was just about to fall asleep.”

“Valteeeer, that mouth....that mouth..” Alexander warned with a jokey tone.

You stifled a laugh at their exchange, they were holding off giggles of their own. You two were not low, and you were both trying entirely too hard to be.

“That mouth, that mouth.” Valter imitated in low, annoying whine. “Suck my di..”

“AYE. Watch your mouth, there are children around,” Bill interrupted, leaving Valter with his foot in his mouth, but Bill beckoned his head towards you with a little smirk. You were much younger than the man you came with, closer in age to his youngest brother. Bill was trying to be funny and you scoffed, rolling you eyes at him. “Get off me.” you snapped back at him with a small smile. It was clearly meant it to be a joke, and Bill received it, pleased with your little attitude, chuckling under his breath at the exchange. Alexander shot you two a glance from the side of his eye, shifting in the water, clearing his throat a little awkwardly.

Shady Boots, Bill, shady boots.

It was no surprise that Valter was stealing glances at you and Alexander, though. It was still so new, and the whole thing had you two moving...goofy. You were both in the large, heated pool, but maintained a odd distance, just enough to be in range to comfortably speak to each other, but yet far enough to look like separate floating entities.

You were doing your thing, enjoying the cool water on your skin, and the feeling of the sun on your face. Usually chlorine nauseated you, but today, mixed with the smell of IPA and the char from the grill, it covered you with pure joy. But still...this was freakishly new for you. Yes, you’d met his friends, and it was fine, casual, calm. Everyone was cool, there were a few raised eyebrows, but all in all, it went well. But when he mentioned the word family- that was a whole new ball game entirely.

The Virgo Man. The eldest, who wore that title with pride. The one who wants harmony between his siblings, even when they’re all distracted with their six different projects. Always sending something in the group chat to try and get everyone together. The strong friend. That was Alexander, that was his assumed role. So....yes, it was a lot.

Somehow, he had convinced you to tag along to a backyard barbecue at his brother’s place. You had hesitated, when you saw the text message, but it was hard to resist, what were you doing anyway? And now here you were, in a tiny black bikini in Bill’s pool, on a deliciously warm Summer evening. It was a slew of them, and they were all different in their own way, that was Alexander’s disclaimer.

But even with the distance...you two were giddy for each other. The tension and chemistry that floated between you two made the air feel thick, even though you were outside. It didn’t take much to pick up on it, the buzz between you two. Even with the distance... Alexander gazed over at you. He ran his tongue over his lips, you looked so good soaking wet, and so did he.

And the water. The water played a whole different part in the sensation between you two. You were both tanning from being in there for some time, and his shoulders were turning a golden shade that looked good enough to eat. Smooth and supple skin with the beads of water that clung to it. A rosy blush was permanently forming over his nose and cheeks. The sunlight reflecting off of the water made his eyes look even more light blue than usual, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips, tasting the water on your face.

He wasn’t shocked to see your body, if anything, it excites him. You looked good, almost naked, bikini hugging over your hips and curves. You felt exposed. But there was a part of you that wanted to feel sexy like this in front of him. Your smooth rich skin was desperate to be out for the Summer.

Now and again, a slew of murmurs and whispers would come shuttling out from your corner of the pool. You would swim closer to him, and he’d grab at your ankle under the water, pulling you dangerously low and closer to him.

“Think they’re fucking?” Valter whispered to Bill, nonchalantly swiping through his Twitter feed.

“Of course they’re fucking.” Bill responded without hesitation, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

It’s invigorating and tempting, all at once, being this close to Alexander in the water, and you wrap an arm around him, coming entirely too close to his face, examining the beauty that is him. You’re both drunk off of the feeling, smiling like goofballs, you biting at your lip to stop yourself from grinning too hard. But your cheeks hurt, from all the smiling. His eyelashes are slick with water, coated, little drops sitting on them like morning dew on a leaf. It amazes you once again how men always seem to have the best fucking eyelashes, and you move your arm from around him.

“Your lashes. They are so long. Put me on to your secret,” you said with a little giggle, wadding to keep yourself up. He glanced back over at Valter and Bill. Bill’s head buried in a book, Valter, snoozing lightly, and he reached for your hips under the water, grabbing you into him again. “Yeah? You wanna know my secret?” he taunts in a low voice, pulling you awfully close to his body in the water. You’re in the deeper side of the pool, far away from his siblings, and you feel terrified and flushed all at once, from not being able to put your feet on the ground. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and the breeze is blowing harder now, a little chill coming into the air. Hair slick on your back, the wind sends a shiver down your spine, and you shudder outwardly in the water, wrapping your legs around his waist, putting your arms around his neck. He holds you steadily in the water. 

“I’ll tell you tonight. Alright?” he whispers with a swallow, slowly swiping his tongue over his light pink lower lip. You sigh into his touch, of the feeling of his large hands holding your waist and cradling your lower back in the water, Your eyes on his lips and that tongue, following it as it entered and exited his perfect mouth. You squeezed your legs tighter on him, taking another small breath and giving him a shaky little nod. “Okay.” you replied simply. You didn’t know what that meant explicitly...but yet, you did. Something was coming tonight, you had the urge to release the tension you felt gathered in the pit of your stomach, just below your belly button. You never broke eye contact, and you so badly wanted to put your tongue on his, you could feel yourself getting wet even in the water. But Bill. And Valter.

It hit you all at once- you felt tired, exhausted and worst of all- frustrated. “Hey...can you..?” you nudged your head towards the shallow side of the pool, beckoning for him to carry you out. He scanned your face it like he always did, and as if he could sense how you felt, he nodded. You were ready to be taken out, and he knew it. “I got you..” he said firmly, swimming you both easily over to the more shallow side, your body steady on his  and close to him under the water. 

You wanted a warm shower...or maybe a cold one. He had you so easily, weightlessly, even though you were acting as a stagnant weight on him. You let him take you, and before you knew it, you were back on the shallow side, and that awkward, painful distance was returned again. Another cold, chilly breeze blew, and some of the solar lights were staring to flicker on, the night beginning to fall. You glanced at Alexander, only to see a look of pure primal need on his face, eyes gazed over, nibbling on the side of his lip. He was hot and bothered, silently trying to collect himself after that little exchange in the corner. You, felt the same, flushed, and you tried to mask it, averting your eyes away from his. The passion between you burned at an all time high.

“Any longer, you two will turn into floaties, or some shit.” Valter cracked, shamelessly breaking the silence with a snicker. It was silent for such a while, it was strange hearing someone break it. Bill looked up from his novel with a small, knowing grin, his eyes shifting between you and Alexander, making you uncomfortable. You groaned at Valter’s comment, and also, Bill’s eyes, silently using them as a reason to trudge yourself out of the pool and head for the outdoor shower area, with Alexander at your heels.

[shhhhhskars]

felt personally attacked when i saw this photo on instagram. like, can we take a second to appreciate his arms flexing like that. and he’s so nice and tan right here, wooooooow. golden, man. and that watch. does things to me. that little smug look on his face. seeeeeesh, y’all. anyone else feel me here? oh and tag yourself, i’m the suitcase handle. 🤣

[shhhhhskars]

Dating Phase Goodness.

Soft Alex. Dating Phase. Snoh Allegra. The City. Words: 2,041. Dating phase goodness.......I have so many feels for it. As always, I hope you enjoy♡ (The ask: Do u listen to snoh aalegra? I keep imagining them in the dating phase but they’ve gone to her gig with their own friends and meet up unexpectedly and end up having a romantic night of just swaying to her music at the low lit club and exchanging soft words 😭 thank you for sending this in and ruining me)

There’s something so wonderfully enigmatic about summer-time in New York City. The tarmac is glistening from the heat, the day-time sun is hot, enough to keep the entire city pulsating and breathing through the night. There’s something in the air- this thrilling, wild energy, this feeling that anything can happen. Friends gather unexpectedly, running into each other in the streets, small taverns revive their outdoor terraces for the season. The parks and beaches stay open later, and they’re usually bustling throughout the evenings. People are happier than usual, neighbors greet each other for the first time in months.

The August days are long, but the sun had finally set, and she stripped down, eager to get out of the damp clothing. A cool shower can change anyone’s mood, revive the most exhausted. She stepped out refreshed, smelling like rose water and sandalwood, a nice change from the stale deodorant and sweat that clung to her before. She slipped into her tiny, short black dress that cinched snuggly at her waist, and hugged graciously on her curves. The familiar chime rang out as she dusted a earthy blush on the apples of her cheeks, signaling a stream of texts from the heinous group chat that she’d been tempted to put on mute for the last hour.

Snoh Allegra found her way to the city and is playing at The Highline Ballroom tonight, the turn out is delicious. The entire place just feels sexier, from her aura alone. Voice so strong, but soothing, like tea sweetened with milk but just enough honey,  to make it yummy to drink. Drinks are flowing, weed smoke floats through the air, and everyone is laughing. Everyone in her friend group is...oddly, getting along, for once, and there’s not much that could make this moment better. Except......maybe Alexander being here?

Oh fuck- who the hell was she turning into? This is why she was hesitant to begin this…thing, in the first place. Alexander was hard to keep out of the brain as of late. Ever since their chance meeting in the East Village, he kept her phone warm, unashamed to make his presence known. She was grateful that he wasn’t the slightest bit clingy, but could instantly sense that he valued consistency, and taking up space. He frequently  checked in on her, sending dumb little shit to her phone throughout the day, memes or whatever the fuck he saw that amused him, or just straight up goofy shit he saw around the city. The whole damn thing was all still exceptionally new, this idea of seeing each other. Most of the time it was just enjoying each other’s company, nothing too crazy, and was lovely this way. Experimental and new.

A familiar arm circled around her waist, pulling on her frame. She could tell by the smell alone who it was. A manicured hand lifted against the rigid chest. “Jim, you’re about one drink away from me cutting you off, again.” It was a joke, mostly. Naturally there would be that one friend who had one too many, too friggin’ early, and tonight it was Jimi’s turn. Completely harmless, but utterly annoying, and touchy-feely when he drank, he ignored her comment, staggering lightly. “Let me buy you another drink, fam. We’re came here to see Snoh, and your ass is sober?” And of course, the other motherfuckers that surrounded had to affirm his slurred words, urging her, ‘get another one; it’s on his dime.’ She huffed at the dramatics of her friends, she was certainly not sober, but she snatched his credit card out of his hand anyway and he winked at her. This earned brief eye-roll and she was off, away from her toxic little group of friends.

The bar on the opposite side of the room glowed like a beacon of hope as she made her way there, shuffling through pockets of people focused on the opening acts. She ignored a few stares to push her way to the counter, determined to get her drink before Snoh came on. She snickered when they asked if she wanted to open a tab, and obliged- Jimi’s karma for earlier. She waited for her drink, elbows propped on the counter, and she stared around the club, which to no surprise was getting packed out as the lady of the hour was about to come on soon.

It was the feeling of a warm hand gripping on her upper shoulder, close to the nape of her neck, that made her jump, and she turned, face already fixed and ready to give whoever the fuck it was touching her a good dose of her mind. Expecting to see one of her boys- she felt her heart lurch down into her pit of her tummy, realizing who the firm grip belonged to.

Alexander grinned at her, his blue eyes dancing with amusement. He looked good, as per usual, sporting a white linen shirt, and crisp dark denim. He leaned himself nimbly on the bar, his body flush next to hers, pressing comfortably. He smelt like whiskey, and tobacco and she inhaled his familiar scent unintentionally, which only gave her more butterflies in the very low part of her stomach. Even leaning, he still loomed over her, nearly casting a shadow, from being so giant. “What are the odds?” he asked with a simple, mischievous smile. She got a hint of the freshness that masked his breath, like he was sucking on a mint just before approaching her.

Muscles stiffened, moisture seeping through her pores, she could gag at her luck right now. She wanted to clutch her pearls and scream, but the liquor running through her calmed her nerves, a bit. The bartender slid the jack and coke her way, right on time, and Alexander’s face was turned away from the counter, focused in on completely her. She nodded a thanks for the beverage, buying herself a few seconds, before turning her head towards the Swede, pressing back comfortably against his side.  They were shoulder to shoulder, or, body to body, in a sense, because she was too short to be perfectly aligned with his shoulders. “Are you following me, now, Skarsgard?” she said trying to mask the happiness she felt creeping all over her face, eyes slightly glazed over as she gazed back at him. He laughed, his cheeks covered in blush from smiling so hard. “Nahh,” he said in a casual tone, then he added a goofy little, “..Maybe,” tilting his head with a little shrug, jokingly. The close proximity of his face next to hers made the club feel so much smaller, and it was already quite intimate on it’s own.

For a brief moment she wondered if this was even real, or if someone had dropped something in her drink earlier, because it was so wildly random. “Are you really here, right now?” she questioned, narrowing her eyes and bringing the tip of her finger to to the bridge of his nose. She lightly glided her small finger down, wiping away the moisture that had accumulated, a smile creeping over her lips that traveled all the way up to her eyes, the same thing mirroring in his his. He chuckled, but went quiet at her touch, the blush in his cheeks burning brighter now. “I didn’t know you were into Snoh.” she said, her chest tight and heaving lightly. There was a hell of a lot more things that she didn’t know about the man, so it was a comical thing to say, but he just nodded, that small smile still playing on his lips. “She’s good,” he admitted earnestly, “And I’m here with people. My best friend Dada, he’s here. And a few others.” He paused briefly, his eyes traveling down her face, falling on her lips before going back up to her eyes. She took a long sip from her straw, her nerves shot under his gaze, heat crawling all over her skin from it. “Are...you here...with people..?” he started, wetting his lips. His voice was gentle, anxious, a little softer. She touched his arm instantly, a slightly alarmed look taking over he face as she nodded, a little too eager to reassure him that she was not here on a date of any kind, His eyes instantly softened, eyebrows that were knitted together, finally relaxing. Truth was...lately, that was reserved for him.

Gaze casted down and fingers intertwined so they wouldn’t lose each other, he led her back to his section at the very top level of the club. He was stealing her away from her friends, but she felt eager to be whisked away. She always had butterflies around him, but this scene was different, the dimly lit, crowded club, the music that was swallowing up the room, the buzz of it all. Alexander introduced her to everyone, and he was unable to hide his delight as he did so. Dada wrapped her into a huge, bear hug, and she fluffed his golden locks. “Heard a few things about you from this one,” he said with a goofy little wink, beckoning towards Alex. Before she could question him any further, Alexander was pulling her away and wrapping her up in his arms, groaning at his friend. “Snoh’s on.” he muttered in her ear, and she shivered from his breath on her neck. The lights turned a delicious hazy, rosy color, dimmed a few notches, and the goddess herself was on the stage, belting out the most gorgeous melodies. She sounded even more magical live, which was so satisfying. Ugh. Those feels again, right, Snoh?

‘It's not that I don't want you here. It's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes.’

Snoh pulled everyone in, but she felt captivated by her steady, smooth voice, and her statuesque frame, and of course- her beauty. She was in a bit of a trace from her, sort of stuck, and jumped a little when Alexander wrapped his arms around her small waist. His large frame came flush with her body from behind, rigid chest pressed sturdily against her back, and she instantly settled into the cozy embrace. She felt her tension fading, from being against him, but nerves still beamed in the depths of her tummy. She just fit in his arms, and he cradled her waist with precision and care, she could swear she felt a territorial vibe from the way he held onto her, shielding her from the rest of the group. He tucked his head near her ear, coming real close. “You good?” His voice was a low murmur in her ear, and she felt her intimacy twitch, but she just nodded, affirming that his touch was absolutely perfect.

She would genuinely be upset if he let go, and she raised her drink to his lips, and he took a small sip from behind her. They swayed gently to the soft songs, finding their rhythm, adjusting every now and again, and it didn’t take long for her nerves to melt away entirely. It was natural and seamless being with him, and the moment was to be enjoyed without restraint. “She’s perfect,” she murmured to him, convinced the woman on the stage was some form of angel. Alexander chuckled lightly and nodded, but it was brief. “This is perfect.” he challenged into her ear, nuzzling into her hair. “Being here with you. This is going to be hard to beat.” She had to pause, to mull over the fact that she was completely fucked, charmed under whatever...Swedish magic he sprinkled on her. And, he told no lies, the moment would be hard to beat, the soft light, the ambiance, the way Snoh was serenading them with her sweet, melodies. She turned her head towards his face, leaving a soft, lingering open mouthed kiss on his lips, squeezing tightly on his hands wrapped around her waist. He breathed her in, hungry for her, tightening that grip on her waist. She had to stop herself from squeezing her legs shut completely when she felt his soft tongue touch hers, and she felt herself getting flustered, blushing all over. This was bliss- pure, serendipitous, bliss. 

‘Come through, I think I need you here.’

[shhhhhskars]

See You Again

This is a new piece I have been working on that’s been floating about in my head. I’ve broken it up into two pieces...It’s set a little further into their relationship. Stay tuned for Part 2 and enjoy.

Long days that bled into the evening were typical as of late. As bodies began to flood the streets in the city, eager to get home during that awful, congested five o’clock rush hour- she was just taking a quick break from the office to grab another coffee at the cart on the corner, so she could get some caffeine in her to finish up. Things in her life came in waves, and right now, she was drowning at work, and usually, she didn’t mind the high volume. It was actually soothing to her, to have more to do, something to focus her energy on. But there was a catch. Alexander was off right now, and the timing couldn’t have been much worse.

New York City was his home-base, but his career was a glowing beacon that he followed through and through. His work was pressing, and required a lot of movement and rigor on his part, and she loved being over worked when he was gone. Right now, however, she couldn’t believe the universe was coming for her neck like this. He was always up to something. If not on a new project, he would at the very least be absorbing a new script. But right now he was free- a nice, long two weeks with a vacant schedule, that he requested from his agent, just to get some quality time. Quality time. His love language. She learned quickly that his way of receiving love was her un-filtered, undivided attention. Perhaps it was the fact that he had to travel more often than he even wanted at times, or maybe it was just him, a quality that he couldn’t shake no matter how much he tried. He craved it, he needed it, to balance him out. So, he developed a habit of requesting bouts of time off, that he could dedicate to being at home, just lazing around with her.

Usually, it worked perfectly. She had no problem sharing her time with him, even if it took some adjusting initially. She liked being around her giant guy. Unplugging from the world entirely, except for him. Shutting her phone off, or tucking it somewhere she couldn’t see for a while. It was a modern luxury, stepping away from the technology, and enjoying the company of someone else. Talking to them, and really listening. It was how some of their deepest conversations came about. How they slowly built their trust with one another, realizing that they had found a safe place within each other. That they didn’t have to perform, instead, they could just be. The Swede always had something to chat about, some interesting point to raise about the latest novel he picked up or podcast he had stumbled on. And those tiny little points would lead to hours of conversation, snuggled up in his bed, super late at night, stoned out of their minds.

But there was a first time for everything- and right now, her schedule was biting her in her ass. Her time with Alexander had been next to nothing since he’d been home, and she was aching to see him. But not just see him, she wanted to give him what he needed. It was biting at her, the fact that she couldn’t be as present as she wanted to be, but she was convinced she would make it happen. She would come through, with the S on her chest, and that was her prerogative when she clocked out for the day, mentally drained. Nevertheless, she persisted, heels tapping away at the sidewalk, stopping in at Magnolia Bakery to grab his favorite Tiramisu. The man had such a sweet tooth, it was a shame, but she had a thing for appeasing him, and his naughty little habits included.

She had absolutely no plans of stopping at her favorite lingerie shop, but, it was just few paces down from Magnolia....oh fuck, who was she kidding? Of course she was going to drop in there, she was a well known customer, if we’re being honest, and when did a little retail therapy ever hurt anyone? She opted for a lacy little number that she was sure he would adore on her- a high cut on the hips that would accentuate her waist, with crisp, black lace woven into the edges. The top was much more simple, much more her style. Alexander was the one who liked the bells and whistles when it came to the intimate pieces she chose, it amused him and his eyes lit right up. The top however, featured barely any lace, instead, it was mostly a soft blend of cotton and spandex, which revealed an overly generous, lifted cleavage. A tight garter belt completed the number. Black was beautiful, and always timeless, and she felt anxious to get into it tonight for him, to see his reaction to her curves in the damn thing. As far as she was concerned, she was wearing this piece one way or another, tonight.

She wiggled her key into the latch, finding the the sweet spot and entering the large Brownstone, nestled on a quiet street in the East Village. Work tote straining on her shoulder and hands full of bags, she shut the door behind her with a soft thud. “Hooooney, I’m home,” she yelled out, eager to hear him call back to her.

Instead there was an eerie silence that followed, and she paused in the foyer before slipping out of her heels, still awkwardly holding her bags. She felt a twinge of sadness, the place was inexplicably quiet, and she could feel that he wasn’t there, that he was somewhere else. Normally, the television would be running, or the Bluetooth speaker would be on, belting out some faint Lo-Fi to warm the space up. An incense burning, at the very least, or some sage. But instead, it was radio silence. 

She sighed, taking herself through the arched walk way, the high ceilings she loved so much felt suddenly much lower, more closed in. It dawned on her as she traveled into the sitting room that he might have truly just went out. The couch was perfectly assembled, pillows propped and fluffed neatly, the way she showed him. The throw was folded neatly, and clearly hadn’t been in use today...and still, there was no Alex calling back to her, or emerging from the office, or anything like that.She sighed deeply, taking a second to accept defeat. The bags felt heavier in her hands now, and she dropped them at the foot of the stairs before grasped at the banister to make her way to the bedroom to get out of her work clothes and take a rinse.

**

When she came back downstairs, she was feeling refreshed. The soothing cold shower made her sore muscles feel relaxed again, and she didn’t even bother texting Alexander. He hadn’t texted her, so she figured he needed space, or something. She couldn’t shake him the entire shower, and just stood in there for a while. Stood and wrapped her arms around herself, giving her self a hug, and a pat on the back, her attempt at physically transferring some self-love to her body. She maintained her pragmatic mindset however, and managed to talk herself down. She got out of the shower feeling better, that Alexander was a grown ass man and entitled to make his own movements, as was she. She slipped into a pair of his boxers and a baggy tee shirt, with some fuzzy socks for emotional support. A bottle of wine sounded about right, for this night.

She clicked on the kitchen light, heading to the fridge to put the dessert she had gotten him away, when she saw it. 

It was a yellow sticky note. Her eyes narrowed, and she realized she hadn’t stepped into the kitchen since she got home. She felt relief, and a little smile creeping on her lips- he had at the very least left a note explaining his whereabouts, which was cool with her. She resumed putting the cake away and snatched the note off the counter, shocked at how eager she was to read his infamous scribble. Meet me on the terrace at 9. I miss you. It was such a simple request, scrawled on the tiny post-it note, and pasted for her to run into. Her brain was so fatigued that she couldn’t even remember what day it was, let alone the hour, and she couldn’t help but shake her head and let out a soft sigh of relief, he was home, he hadn’t left without warning, and he was most definitely up to something...

[shhhhhskars]

the fight (part two)

Click for Part 1 & the ask that started this mess.

Disclaimer: I didn’t really expect this to turn out so long, but I will be honest, I got in my feelings with this one. These two just continue to kind of fuck me up, especially with all the prompts and feedback you guys send in. Today was so long for me, hope it was better for everyone else, and I just escaped into this little piece. You guys can expect a part three, I think, (if you’d like) where I hopefully conclude this bit, so let me know what you guys think and all that good stuff, lovelies. Hope everyone has a good night x

(Location: Sweden, Alex’s humble abode)

He didn’t come home until the morning. It was almost 3:38 am, to be exact, she remembered because she was in the kitchen at the exact moment he stepped inside, steeping a Chamomile tea bag in her rusty sherbet colored ceramic mug. For someone who was so jet lagged, sleep would not come to her after their falling out. Immediately after he left, she attempted to lay back down, but to no avail. Twists and turns in the sheets, ripping the duvet off her body and throwing it onto the ground. She went like this until couldn’t take it anymore. Her body was so uncomfortable, miserable even.She felt like she was over heating, like her blood was still hot. Was it a fever? Was she burning up? Or was it just the unprocessed rage still muddled in her chest from earlier? 

Processing was, well....a process for her. She was a champ at blocking out any wink of trauma until she was ready to dissect it, a personal defense mechanism she had picked up since adolescence. She had wrapped her mind around the fact that he had called her crazy, twice. She didn’t care for pity, but coming from Alex, it hurt more than she expected it to. He wanted her to just roll over and do whatever the fuck he said with beaming doe-eyes. Unfortunately, she was too strong for that shit. Plus, affection was never her thing before meeting Alex. She had to adjust to his doting nature early on, and it took time, but she liked to think she had gotten there. He liked her on his arm, by his side, at his leisure. He liked feeling...dominant, sometimes, and she was figuring out how to give that to him, without loosing herself entirely in the process.

But tonight, she felt back at square one. Utterly alone, and misunderstood was the best way she could rationalize it. Being so many miles away from her own bed wasn’t helping, and she craved her East Village apartment and having a cigarette on her terrace. After she gave up on the idea of sleeping, she sat for a while, in the darkness. It was so silent without him, and empty. She was grateful for the solitude. She found herself eventually making her way around his room. Her fingers leafed through a hefty script on his night stand, her eyes skimmed the titles of the novels he had stacked on a thin, wooden shelf. She took a walk, to the bathroom, and back. She tugged open the sliding doors in the bedroom, which led to a small, private patio. Indoor outdoor living, is what the realtor told him. Her migraine persisted, and she closed her eyes from discomfort every now and again, massaging at her temple. 

When he stumbled in, smelling like a mixture of whiskey and vodka, she had already rolled her suitcase and stacked it neatly next to her carry on by the front door. He nearly tripped on it as he walked in, and looked down at it like he wanted to fight, before realizing what the hell it even was. Drunk or not, he knew, so he very quickly and silently made his way to the kitchen, where she stood, steeping her tea in silence.

She listened to the sound of his footsteps approaching the large kitchen, her body rigid, stoic even. The footsteps ceased, and she could see his figure in her peripheral, her eyes glued to her cup still, hands outstretched to reach for the the honey on the counter. He broke the silence, his voice was raspy, like he had been talking too loud and too fast all night. ”Just not going to say anything, then?” he pressed, his voice cracking slightly.

“What’s there to say?” she mused with toxic nonchalance. She was good, had collected herself well. She was dangerous when she was like this, untouchable. He was gone long enough for her to get an angry cry out, and scream into his pillow. Now, she felt like she was floating on a cloud, with no real fucks left to give. She was even dressed- socks on and all, ready to head back to the comforting bustle of the city that kept her safe.

The last thing he expected was to see her packed, though. Surely, she wouldn’t leave Sweden, not so soon? She had only just arrived, and in his drunk state, he wanted to believe that. But he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his heart, that signaled something else. He was well aware that she was entirely capable of hopping a flight, and leaving just as fast as she came. But, he didn’t want to believe that, or acknowledge it, just yet. “You’re leaving?” he demanded, blue eyes narrowed, glued to her side profile. “Could you look at me, at least?” His voice was laced with neediness, and just edged on pleading.

She wasn’t one to deny him, even now, and she turned, looking at him with a solemn blink, her face still stone cold. You’re fucking crazy, was all she could think about as her gaze finally reached his, and she glared back at him. Her eyes scanned over his face, that familiar glaze in his eye that only happened when he was well past tipsy. Those same eyes looked darker, cloudy, even. And she noticed, but did her best to ignore, the slight look of worry that was casted over the top portion of his face, while the bottom did its best to maintain a stern composure.

“Thank you.” his voice was much softer this time, he had notably dropped it a few notches.

He tried again, that voice still soft, even remorseful. “So...you’re leaving?”

She blinked again, cocking her head to the side, wetting her lips and taking her sweet time before opening her mouth to speak again. “Yeah...I am.”

Silence swallowed them up whole, the only audible thing was the hum of the refrigerator, which made everything feel...eerie, if that was possible. And they were having another one of their famous stare offs, like two wild animals, unsure of who would strike first, who would make the next move.

[shhhhhskars]

How would Alex be when his closest friends to her are male? They call her princess and the love of their lives they hug a lot, will he be jealous or?

Alexander is an alpha male, type right? So naturally, he’s very trusting, he’s not insecure, and he comes with a shit ton of silent confidence that you can just feel exude off of him. And our reader is thankful for this, because she knows her guy friends can be...a lot? She wouldn’t be surprised if Alex was completely turned off from it, because other people have been in the past. She grew up with them, and they’re extremely over protective of her, sometimes too much. Hell, they even scared a few of her other boyfriends off, but they just could never seem to shake Alexander. He just watches and listens. They purposefully lay it on thicker when he’s around, kissing her head, bring up memories in bad taste. But It’s like he’s immune to their little comments and jokes. He plays everything so fucking cool, but inside? He’s fuming. The fuck do they think they are, anyway? She’s his girl, and they clearly all want to fuck her, in his opinion. And maybe he calls Gustaf to vent about it when he gets a moment alone, because, there’s no way in hell he is jealous and only Gustaf can talk him down. Bill would probably laugh a little. And our reader is giggling and happy, as far as she’s concerned this is wonderful, but a small part of her just knows Alex too well, and she just feels like something about it bothers him. But he knows how how to hold shit together when they’re out, and this particular instance they’re in a small pub, they’ve got a table nestled in the corner, it’s nice and dim. All night, they’ve been buttering her up with the compliments, throwing their arms around her and buying her drinks, giving her kisses on her face. But see, it’s normal for them, it’s not sexually charged at all. And Alex just watches silently, eyebrows raised, nursing his IPA, giving a small chuckle and shaking his head. When they’re all leaving for the night, and everyone hugs goodbye, and they’re in the cab ride home, she can’t stop going on about how much fun she had tonight. And he’s genuinely happy for her, but he feels the slightest urge to say something. “Those boys really love you, mm?” His voice was tired, and he smiled softly. He has been listening to her carry on for about three minutes and he finally broke his silence. She paused, “Those three idiots? Please.” She has to refrain from sounding too surprised, honestly, she should have expected that he would say something. But she were just praying he wouldn’t, that he would just leave it alone for the night, that they could brush this one under the rug. “No. Not please.” He starts again, nudging her knee with his. There it is, that dominance she loved, that scared her and made her clench her legs together. There’s a small silence now, a pause, and his eyes darken. It had started raining, and the the drops were pattering down on the windows. It was silent except for the sound of the tires sloshing on the wet pavement and the humming of the car, and she froze, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do with this look in his eye. He moved closer, so his long legs and huge knees were were were flush against hers. “Don’t say please as if it’s not true. Or as if I want them to be in love with you. It’s cool that they are...I mean, who wouldn’t be?” Thanks, Gustaf. Still silently, she looks at him with her doe eyes, still unable to find the right words. Was her upset at her? She couldn’t really tell from his indifference, and she was pretty sure there were a few moments from the night that could have ticked the Swede off. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, he tried to speak again but then paused, gathering his words then starting again, wrapping a large hand over her small knee and lowering his voice. “Long as they know you’re all mine.” His eyes are still dark and overcast, and she swallowed, nodding. “They know...Alex.” She responds, eyes never leaving his, and he squeezes her knee and gives it a little pat, then leans in to give her a small, soft lingering kiss on her lips. “Good, champ.” he whispers against her lips.

[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...

[shhhhhskars]

So I kinda had a toxic relationship and it really traumatized me u know I did make mistakes through it but I always tried to be better what really hurts are my ex's words to me he said that I'm the reason why no one loves me, that no one will stick around for me - he knew this is my biggest fear in the world and he used it against me so I'm kinda of afraid to start new one how would alex reassure someone with this fear? If it's too much you can ignore this. thank you

Note: Hey babe, i am so sorry to hear that...i can relate and feel you hard. i do hope i did this some type of justice for you. Enjoy.

“What’s your biggest fear?”

You paused, unsure of how to really answer. Would you be truthful, like...completely truthful? That would require a trip down memory lane, an extremely painful place that you chose to stay away from. But, it was fair game. He could ask anything, and you had to answer, that was the only rule. Whether you lied, well, he would never really know that, would he?

“That no one will stay.” your voice was low, hesitant. You didn’t know how much you were really willing to share with Alexander, but you knew you wanted to talk about it.

Blue orbs glued to you, he was taken aback, a little shocked at how raw your answer was. “Baby...could you maybe...tell me...why would you think that?” he responded gently, blinking a few times. He didn’t want to pry, you could tell. He wanted you to be comfortable with telling him, he was willing to go at your pace. This made you feel at somewhat at peace, and you nodded, before explaining. “Past shit, you know? Life.” you took a breath, and he waited for you to go on. You did.

“I was...in something. Something really fucked up. And I’m not saying I was perfect. Far from it. But, he told me something...and it stuck with me. Told me...I was the reason. The reason that no one cares enough to stay.” you shrugged, swallowing, your throat suddenly feeling dry and itchy. “Said I’m the reason no one loves me.” For a second, you briefly regretted saying it, because you hated how it sounded out-loud. But there was also an anchor like weight that was lifted, and you closed your eyes for a second.

He was silent too, he let you sit with your eyes closed, until you opened them again. He let you have a moment, to just sit with it, let it float in the air between you all. “Can I say something?” he asked finally, and you nodded, with a small tired smile. 

“Carrying all that with you, baby girl...it’s going to get heavy.” He reached a hand out to brush back the hair from your face, and stroked his thumb on your cheek lightly. You leaned into his touch. 

“But I’m..still...scared, Alex.” you murmured. 

“Hey, I know. And i know it’s not going to happen over night...but let me take some of that off of you,” he whispered back. 

“Don’t let anyone ever tell you about yourself like that.” It was a little stern, and you looked at him with doubtful eyes. “You are the most wonderful little human I’ve met, thus far. D’you know that?” This earned a smile, which made him smile. 

“There it is, Princess.  My favorite smile. And...I promise you, if people want to leave...that’s their prerogative... but I won’t. You might not believe me right now, but as long as you want me, I’ll be around.” And there was something so real and grounding about his words, and the look in those baby blues when he spoke. You leaned into his chest, putting your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes, just resting. He kissed your head softly, closing his eyes too, prepared to stay there for as long as you needed.

[shhhhhskars]

Soft Alex the best Alex....when he literally wants to be lazy all day with you and leaving the bed is not an option? So, you’re spread out in his white cotton sheets all day, mangled up, pulling the duvet to the point that it’s tangled up, it’s hopeless really to get any coverage from it. He just wants to kiss today- these really soft, sweet, gentle kisses, and he peppers them all over your neck, before he finally brings his face up to you and kisses you deeply, lingering on your lips. And he really takes pride in your make out sessions, like he can go at it forever with you. You go at it like teenagers but it’s wonderful....better than anything you had when you were a kid, sucking on each other’s lips and gently letting a sloppy, wet tongue slip in. And he always tastes so good, and he can’t help hold on your neck when you guys kiss and he knows his hands are one of your favorite parts of his body so he makes sure to be careful with you, gently stroking your face, running the tips of his fingers over your lips, tracing your collarbone before he can plant a few more kisses on you.

[shhhhhskars]

How did alex tell reader about his breeding kink? Was he shy and ashamed at first? How did he react when he found out that she has it too?

(why, thank you for sending this in. stay tuned for how he reacted when he actually finds out about hers, which will be nsfw as shit.)

Very very early on in the relationship. Everyone talks about the honeymoon phase and what not, but you know the...dating phase? Before all the titles, when you’re just learning each other, realizing that you actually like this human that you’ve been seeing often. Maybe you are realizing that you might want to see more of this human, maybe...even, make them your human? 

So, they were out for dinner, seeing each other for a smidgen over a month. It was date night, and Alex was taking her for Italian at Harry’s in Lower Manhattan. The tables there are so tiny, you’re practically in your date’s face when you’re sitting, and it’s loud and packed in there, especially on a Friday night, but that works out well with the tiny tables and all. The lighting is dim, there’s candles, the ambiance just gives...summer sex in Italy. So they’re sitting across from each other and Alex has to shout to speak to her, but they’ve had three glasses of Prosecco, each, and she has had the hiccups for the last eight minutes, so it’s all kind of a joke at that point. And so he leans forward, way past tipsy, licks his lips. 

“I want 9 kids.” 

She was mid chew- but right on cue as he says that, she hiccups, brows shooting up so fast she thought her contact lens came out of place in one eye. Her face stays like that but she covers her mouth so she can finish chewing, and he chuckles like a nerd, clearly pleased with himself. 

“Okay, uhm, there it is?” she added, trying to hide the smile that was creeping up on the sides of her mouth. There was no denying that she was wine-drunk as fuck, right now, and she felt her hands start to sweat a little. The alcohol was numbing whatever reservations she felt, but she still felt herself blushing from his words.

“There it is.” he agreed, cooly. “How does that make you feel?”

“I mean.....doesn’t mean you’re shooting up this gym, sir.” Of course she was going to tease him, she wasn’t going to give up the goodies just yet, even though she was clenching her legs together under the table, because of the pressing heat she felt growing there. Ab-so-fucking lutely, she would give him ten babies, if he wanted, and for a second, and thought she was dreaming. Yet still, she persisted. She took a large gulp of wine to buy her time, purposefully looking away, her eyes on the bar. 

He gaped a bit, but it was playful, he could tell. He tipped the nearly empty glass of wine into his mouth. 

“Gonna let me get them from someone else, then?” it was mostly a joke, there was an earnest conviction in his tone that annoyed her.

Her eyes snapped back to his. “Fuck you. Did I say all of that?” she asked with a small roll of her eyes. She bit her lip, sitting back in her seat, raising her glass lazily to her mouth. She took a small sip before placing it back down again.  She stared him dead in the eyes. “You want boys, or girls?”

“Doesn’t matter. Healthy babies, from the same lady, is cool.” they were having a stare off, weird eye contact that they couldn’t break. He was watching her with so much intensity, still holding the glass to his lips. She felt like he was staking her out, maybe trying to read her, or trying to choose which features of hers their baby would take, and she clenched her legs tighter. “I just...like the thought of one lady having a lot my babies, don’t know why, it’s weird.” he shrugged passively, and for a split second, she had to hold her breath. He was being dead serious, sharing something with her, and it didn’t take a genius to see that. Even her goofy, drunk ass could tell. She had to take a longer sip, before she spoke again, but he was patient with her, he waited.

“It’s not.” she blurted finally, still swallowing her drink. They were still fighting to speak over the music, and so she nudged his leg under the table for emphasis. The wine had lifted her inhibitions. His cocked his head slightly, as if he wanted her to explain, and she leaned forward again, eyes on his, and said simply, “Your fantasy is safe with me. Promise.” He eyed her but quickly held out his pinky. He made her kiss it after they intertwined them, and he was a little puzzled as to why her finger was so damp, not realizing she had been sweating the entire conversation.