#alexander skarsgard drabble

[loliwrites]

How would Alex and Addi teach language to their toddlers?This family is a mix of cultures and I'm pretty sure this situation confuse those little guys.🤭

Hah, Non 🥲 This is actually so sweet. Their little baby brains are hardly grasping the concept of one language, let alone two.

Perhaps in the beginning, Alex's big plan was that he was going to speak to the kiddos exclusively in Swedish. It's really important to him that his kids not only know their Swedish culture, but are ingrained in it. He's still very... Swedish... you know? Despite the oodles of time and the residency in America, he still considers Sweden to be his only true home. His family and closest friends all live there. He oozes confidence by nature but it really shines in Sweden. And when he's around family and friends, their natural default is Swedish though they're all expertly proficient in English.

And it's important to Addi, too. For awhile she felt guilty; as if she was stealing this Swedish prince away from his homeland and keeping him hostage in America -- a place that while it was her home, it would truly never be his. So she's steadfastly on board of Alex's plan that the kiddos learn both languages simultaneously. English from mom and Swedish from dad. And maybe in the beginning they thought they were doing an expert job of balancing the two. Sure the older kiddo defaulted to English, and the younger kiddo defaulted to Swedish, but Alex and Addi didn't think too much of that. They just preferred separate languages.

But then the younger kiddo started getting sent home with notes from his teacher. Fails to communicate properly with other students. Does not seem to be as linguistically developed as his classmates. Refuses to speak English in class.

And the older kiddo seems to be growing more and more distant from Alex's family. He'll hardly talk to them (whether they're in Sweden or America). When they FaceTime to chat, he waves hello but then disappears. It's not lost on Addi that he seems to be a little excommunicated from the Skarsclan -- and not in a malicious way. But he's quiet and doesn't offer them anything. Especially when they're speaking Swedish. And there's a lot of them, and a lot of (joyous) noise, and his lack of interaction sort of makes him float into the background.

At that point, both Alex and Addi know something has to change. Alex stops only speaking in Swedish to the boys and Addi increases her usage of the language a little bit. Instead of the tactic being one parent per language, they both start to incorporate Swedish in with English. They'd agreed pre-kiddos that primary residence would be in America at least while the kiddos were in school. It just made more sense for their careers. Once they graduated high school, and with their dual-citizenship (and likely fluency in Swedish) they could decide where they wanted to live, attend university, anything.

So with that agreement, they decide English will be the primary language for the boys, but hoped with time and the new nature of their learning, they'd be able to switch back and forth between languages as easily as their father could. But in the beginning of this change, they're a little nervous. The little one puts up a fight to speaking English and the older one seems to have already missed the boat on forming these truly deep relationships with Alex's family.

Perhaps maybe except with Gustaf. The ever-perceptive, gentle one. When the family gets together and starts getting rambunctious, he's noticed how the older kiddo silently removes himself from it all. And Addi's noticed how Gustaf then removes himself from the group.

The older kiddo, on the floor in the other room, with blankets and pillows all around him like a little nest, staring up at the TV, watching a Disney movie. Gustaf walks in, plops down on the floor beside the kiddo. He's careful not to make too much noise. Noise is what made the kiddo leave the other room in the first place. The kiddo looks up at him, acknowledges his uncle's presence, and returns his attention to the movie without a formal greeting. And Gustaf curls around the kiddo. Lays down on his side behind him, with his head propped up in his hand.

"Is this Robin Hood?" Gustaf asks quietly. He knows it is.

The kiddo nods and looks over at Gustaf. He half-smiles and shrugs his shoulders before glancing back up at the TV. But Uncle Goose sets people at ease regardless of age and temperament. And the kiddo scoots backwards until his bumps up against Gustaf, then then lays his head back on him. A more reclined and relaxed posture now that he doesn't have to be responsible for keeping his back comfortable. Uncle Goose is there for that.

"What is he?" Gustaf asks, pointing up at Robin Hood. "I can't think of the English word. En räv."

"A fox," the kiddo responds softly.

"Yes, that's it," Gustaf says quietly, albeit excited. "A fox. And what is he?" He motions at Little John on the screen, "uhm... en björn..."

"A bear!" The kiddo says a little louder.

"Gosh, that's right! How could I forget a bear?"

The kiddo giggles and rests a little more of his weight against Gustaf. And it doesn't take more prompting than that. From then on, anytime a new character comes on screen, the kiddo's offering the information.

Sir Hiss. "En orm. A snake!"

Prince John. "Ett lejon. A lion!"

Lady Kluck. "En höna. A hen! Kuckeliku!"

Gustaf's the perfect audience for this. Equal parts excited and unassuming though he knew what he was doing and this would be the outcome. But then Friar Tuck comes on the screen and the kiddo takes a deep breath, but stops himself. He looks over at his uncle.

"What is he?" Gustaf prompts, giving the kiddo one more shot.

"A badger! I don't know what he is in Swedish,"

Gustaf nods, pretends to ponder as if the word is escaping him too. Then, like a lightbulb switched on in his brain, "en grävling."

"En grävling,"

Gustaf nods, "and what's two badgers?"

"Grävlingar,"

"Yeah, that's right! Good job!"

An hour or so later, Gustaf comes out of the other room with the kiddo in his arms, propped against his chest and shoulder, fast asleep. Alex walks up to relieve his brother and Addi's close behind. She'd snuck in when he and the kiddo were going through the cast of the movie, and swore she'd never seen her boy seem so engaged with the language or Alex's family. She kissed Gustaf's cheek and gave him the sincerest of thank yous.

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[fics-not-tragedies]

August song prompt drabbles

Hello folks!

I am officially back so, let's start with a bang! 💥 Song prompt drabbles! Below is a list with 19 songs: send me a number (or the title of the song) + a person you'd like me to write a fic with; bonus points if you specify what kind of fic you want me to write.

As a reminder I am writing for:

Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies: John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise, Constantine & the movie, Johnny Utah & Point Break, Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Neo & The Matrix, dr Julian Mercer, Jack Traven & Speed; Riccardo Scamarcio along with: Santino D’Antonio; Andrew Hozier Byrne; Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies: Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak, Loki & Avengers/Thor, Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive, dr Robert Laing & High Rise, Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager; Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies: Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher, Walter Marshall & Nomis, Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle, Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E., August Walker & MI: Fallout; Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies: Eric Northman & True Blood, Leo Beiler & Mute, Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl, sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill; Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters: Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby, Alfie Solomons; Supernatural franchise along with the following characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, The X Files franchise along with the following characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies: Jack Bauer & 24, president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor, David & The Lost Boys, Criminal Minds franchise along with the following characters: Dr Spencer Reid

The songs are as follow:

Kill Of The Night - Gin Wigmore

Heartlines - Florence + The Machine

Zitti E Buoni - Maneskin

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Golden - Harry Styles

Stay - Thirty Seconds To Mars

Dinner & Diatribes - Hozier

Tell It To My Heart - MEDUZA ft. Hozier

Used To Be My Girl - The Last Shadow Puppets

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

Cupid - Alexandra Savior

I Want It All - Arctic Monkeys

Raise Hell - Dorothy

Oh My God - Adele

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

Partition - Beyonce

Decode - Paramore

Figure It Out - Royal Blood

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Throw them asks! I'm waiting! 😘

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[halfway-happyyy]

The Girl

Friends, this piece is a bit naughty, so it’s under the cut. It’s also inspired by this ask: 

How he has always possessed the ability to know exactly what she needs without vocalizing it.

How all he must do to see how badly her body yearns for his, is to press his lips to the warm nape of her neck.

How all she has to utter is, “I need you…”

It's late when he arrives home for the evening; the scent of damp pavement from a recent storm floats in on the breeze from the open front door, and she drops her head back for a moment to breathe it in. Dinner is already long but forgotten; a plate of walnut-crusted trout (his own catch from a few weeks ago), blue cheese and bacon brussel sprouts, and roast potatoes sits on a rack in the oven under an all-encompassing warm setting. The flame from a candle wavers in the spring draft beneath her gaze and she sighs contentedly when she hears him enter the kitchen.

He sidles up behind her, his deft fingertips brush the hair back from her shoulder blade as he begins massaging her shoulders. His ministrations are firm- bordering on painful, but she stays rooted to the spot because she knows she'll feel all the better for it in the end. “You're carrying a lot of tension kid,” He murmurs, lowly. “Everything alright?”

She turns in his arms to face him, then. Blueish-violet circles grace the delicate space of skin beneath his beautiful azure eyes, speaking volumes of how much time he's spent on a film set the last few weeks. She fights the urge to trace a fingertip along the deepened creases next to his eyes, and drags a bottom lip between her teeth. She’s managed to keep the feelings at bay most of the day, but now that he's finally home- warm and hard and utterly alive beneath her touch- she is rendered entirely powerless. “I crave you, Alex…” It exits her mouth more strangled and embarrassingly desperate than she wants it to, but luckily for her, it seems to get the point across.

A barely audible noise exits his parted lips before he offers her one last look, and makes for the living room. He doesn't beckon her to follow him but she does regardless, and watches him take a seat in the plush, burgundy chair adjacent to their bay window.  Their home perches high above the city of Los Angeles, a myriad of lights twinkle before them like a starlight-woven tapestry. Alexander clears his throat and pats the top of his black, trouser-clad thigh. “Come here, and I'll see if I can give you what it is that you so desperately need…” She takes a seat atop his thigh; the soft material of his trousers is felt easily through the thread-bare cotton of her sundress. Levelling his piercing gaze with hers, he gives his head an almost imperceptible shake. “Now what's got you in such a state, hm?” He wraps an arm around her waist to secure her to his lap.

She swallows hard- opens her mouth to answer him but feels his fingertips on the soft skin of her knee and she shudders. They travel lazily up her thigh and he nods his head to encourage her forth.

“I had a dream about you last night. An inexplicably sexy one, and when I woke up this morning you had already left…”

Alexander clicks his tongue, pouting his pink lips up at her. “How unfair… will you share with me what your dream was about baby?”

A shadow falls over her features; she suddenly grows bashful and turns to bury her face in the hollow warmth of his neck.

A soft chuckle erupts from the base of his throat and he squeezes the tender skin of her inner thigh firmly and tries to press her on further. “Did I have my lips on you, gorgeous girl?”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth again and nods her head against him. “Yes…”

“Good girl. Did I make you feel good?”

She untucks her head from his neck to gaze at him, and he certainly doesn't miss the sudden burst of pink in her cheeks, or the way her heart thrums a little more wildly in her chest. “So good…” She whispers, earnestly.

She can feel his erection growing in the crotch of his trousers, how hard it swells beneath her thigh.

“And did you touch yourself at all today while I was gone?”

She shakes her head no, and it’s the honest truth.

His fingers travel farther up her thigh, and he groans when he notices her complete lack of panties. “Did you do this for me?”

And what she wants to say is, of course! But all she can manage is a meek nod of her head. He's close to the center of her hot, wet core now. One fingertip away from it, and the urge to grind down against him is overwhelming. He takes a deep breath and swipes the hardened pad of his fingertip over her slit, catches the moisture there and groans loudly at the notion of it. “So wet for me baby. Probably making a huge mess out of these pants, hm?” Her eyes fall shut as a desperate moan escapes her parted lips. Alexander sighs heavily at this and clicks his tongue. “This isn't going to work if your eyes are closed. You're going to be a good girl for me, and watch everything I'm about to do to you, hm?”

She concedes without fuss.

Alexander pushes two fingertips deep into her soaked cunt and leans in to take the velvet softness of her earlobe between his teeth. The fullness of his fingers inside of her, combined with the sensation of his stubble against her cheek; her earlobe as he gently suckles on it, has her trembling violently against him. He pulls away to blow a stream of cool air over her lobe, and admires the goosebumps that rise in patterns over her chest and neck. “How does this compare to your dream?” He smirks.

A breathless laugh escapes her lips and fans a lock of sandy blonde hair out of his eyes. “It doesn't.” She squirms above him as he begins to fuck her more aggressively. She resists the urge to close her eyes as her pleasure builds in her belly. “More,” She suddenly whimpers.

Alexander clicks his tongue, slows the movements of his fingers to an aching crawl. “I beg your pardon? Is that really any way to ask for what you want?”

She swallows hard and tries to grind herself against him, in dire need of more friction. “Please,” She whimpers breathlessly. “More please…”

Alexander hums against her. “I don't know if you can handle a third one, baby. I think it might just be too much for this sweet, little cunt of yours to take…”

“Please…” She whimpers again.

And he finally relents, pushing a third, thick digit into her hot, dripping wetness. His rhythm is lackadaisical at first; followed by a period of a sped-up tempo for a few seconds, with his long fingers hitting her spot every time. Her orgasm builds steadily in the pit of her tummy like a blaze gaining momentum. He can feel it in the way she clenches around him, can see it in the perspiration that blooms over every bare patch of skin on her body. And God, he wants her so bad…

“You're so close for me, sweet girl.” He purrs, softly. She nods her head; her gaze is utterly pleading and glassy and he simply assumes that this is just her looming orgasm taking its toll on her… but then the glass in her eyes turns to tears, which cascade down her flushed cheeks, and he fears for a moment, of coming apart on the spot. “Good girl…” He manages between groans, as he continues to fuck her without abandon. He has a strong hold on her, knows that if he loosens up even the slightest bit, that he'll lose her for good. “Let go for me sweet girl,” He whispers.

She tosses her head back as his words echo through her foggy brain. Her orgasm ripping through her, sending shockwaves of electric pleasure that exit her body in the form of ragged moans and breathless sobs. It takes her a while to recover from her high, but Alexander takes the extra time to wipe away the stray saltwater with the calloused pads of his thumbs. “I don’t think that's ever happened before…” she murmurs lowly, her voice utterly wrecked.

He wraps both of his arms around her protectively, grounding her damp, flushed frame to his, and rests his chin in the crook of her shoulder. The image of her coming apart beneath him plays on like a film in his mind, makes him even more dizzy with need for her than he already had been. He allows himself a deep, steadying breath, cuddling his face ever further into her. “I’m always learning something new about you, my beautiful girl.” A heavy, contented sigh follows in that statement's wake. “I have a feeling I be will until my last, rasping breath.” His brimming, unadulterated admiration for her causes her heart to swell with endless amounts of love.

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[ill-skillsgard]

i just wanna make alex s mad and have him grab my face and hiss “keep acting like this and see what happens”

One of my all-time fave kinks is being in public and having Daddy get “calm-angry” at you. Like, Alexander has dragged you from store to store, making big purchases for himself. Maybe he bought you a smoothie or a cappuccino, but everything else is for him. New suit, new shoes, new cologne... He even made you wait around while he got his hair trimmed. You’re antsy, and bored, and frankly, feeling bratty as fuck. 

Even though Alexander looks better than the day you met him, you can’t mask your frustration. You’re in line, waiting for him to buy yet another designer tie, and you can’t stop from sighing.

There are two people ahead of you, and three behind. He hears one more impatient sigh, turns to you, and leans all the way over to clutch your jaw. It’s not a gentle tip of the chin, it’s a full-handed vice angling your face up. He gets close enough to kiss you, but seethes, “keep acting like this, and see what happens, brat.”

The gentleman in front of you definitely hears this and takes as big of a step forward as he possibly can without running into the first person in line. The patrons behind you start to whisper. Alexander unhands your face and turns away, angling his head to crack his neck.

Your ass is fucking done for.

#alex s stuff #mean daddy alex s #Alexander Skarsgard imagine #Alexander Skarsgard drabble #best of

[indefiniteimagines]

DADDIES

Pablo Schreiber

Chris Evans

Alexander Skarsgård

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[skarsgard-daydreams]

You used to joke that you became a vampire whenever you had a migraine, but that was before you met Eric Northman. He knows that something is wrong when he rises from his coffin after sundown and you're not there to kiss him and tell him he needs more beauty sleep. He finds you curled up in a ball of pain with the light tight curtains sealing off the window in your bedroom. "Pam, get Dr. Ludwig," he says to the other vampire watching from the doorway, her brows furrowed with uncharacteristic concern. There was a time when Eric would have tried to heal you, but he's learned that the neurological storms that strike you down are powerful enough to resist whatever ancient magic lies dormant in his blood. He kneels beside the bed and brushes his fingertips over your hair, pushing it out of your face. "I'm here, pet," he says softly. Your eyes flutter open, your gaze drifting over his worried features. You stretch out your hand toward him and he takes it in his, kissing your palm with a solemn reverence before getting into bed and gathering you into his arms. You tuck your head against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent—something cool and salty and fresh, like the wind off the Baltic sea. "Why didn't you wake me?" he murmurs into your hair. The thought had crossed your mind, but you know if you had crept down into the basement and crawled into his coffin he wouldn't have rested until you were well again. "I didn't want to interrupt your beauty sleep," you tell him. Eric chuckles quietly. "I should have known. You only love me for my looks." You smile despite the pain and close your eyes as he strokes your hair. "And your money."

#eric northman #alexander skarsgard #eric northman fanfiction #drabble #migraine #eric x reader

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #22 - The in-laws

We move forward in our long list of drabbles and now I propose “the in-laws”, asked by anon 🤩 I was inspire so it went quick to write it. Thank you so much for you reads and likes on the previews writings, I hope you’ll enjoy this one ❤️

Summary : You are dating Alexander for a moment now and the critical moment of the presentation with your family has arrived. Something you absolutely hate. But this traditional visit will be more exciting than you expected...

Pairing : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader

Warnings : fluff and naughty smut ! 

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

In theory, people like to visit their family and siblings, spend time and celebrate important celebrations like weddings, anniversaries with them...Normally. You are the absolute opposite. You hate everything that involves your mother, your father and the rest of the team. You dislike them so much that you don't even talk about them or even mention their existence. In fact, this is really sad but this isn’t really your fault. And it hasn't been like that all the time...

There was a time when everything was fine. From your birth till your 10th years approximately. Your parents absolutely loved you and treated you like the most precious treasure in the world. But at those ages, you are to young to understand. When you became a teenager, things started to become clearer. They wanted you to be like them and you refused the idea. It meant being haughty, arrogant, venal and so on. Your father, a famous surgeon, had some important contacts in politics and so, they considered themselves as some sort of aristocrats. During high school, they sent you in a private college, full of moneyed young man and girls and it was terrible. You were constantly fighting with them and after school, with your parents. Your brother and your sister, on the other hand, accepted to be like them. You really were the ugly duckling in that story.

Things have changed when you arrived at University in New-York. At the age of 18, you sent flying them, their stupid rules, stupid life and you promised yourself to never become like them. Never. You moved in NY, got graduated and you enjoy your life. Until that day when you received this horrible invitation...

“Oh no...”, you have said as recognizing the writing and the address. Busy at cooking the dinner, Alexander heard your exclamation and asked what was happening. He turned around, his finger cover with tomato sauce, and face you. 

“This means hell”, you replied as showing him the letter. You sat at the kitchen table and opened the enveloppe. You discovered some sort of an announcement, well done with beautiful scriptures and drawings. After your graduation, your parents tried to reconnect and you accepted, unwillingly, but mostly to avoid quarrels. And you didn’t want to be embittered, like them. But you accepted a phone call each month not invitations and stuffs like that.  Intrigued by your silence, Alexander left the saucepans for a moment to come closer, behind you. He read the letter, over your shoulder. You felt his presence and sighed.

“I guess we have to accept...”, he whispered as finishing to read. You posed the invitation and put your head in your hands. Alex’s hands caressing your back gave you a bit of comfort. 

“Yes...I’m afraid we can't refuse this time...”. 

And so this is how you crossed the states to present Alexander to your parents. You two discussed a long time about the pros and cons of this encounter but you concluded that it would be very impolite to refuse and it would mostly start a war. Something you don’t want to. During the ride, you couldn’t stop touching your engagement ring, lost in your thoughts. How did they discover that Alexander proposed you ? You wanted to tell them the news later, when the wedding would be done, if possible. Then there wouldn’t be this official encounter they organized this weekend. 

Alexander noticed your worried face and take your hand in his to put a sweet kiss on it. He also looks proudly at the ring he bought a few weeks ago. He knows how difficult this encounter will be for you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. It will be alright. I’ll be there”, he says after a second kiss on your palm. You look at him and smile, happy. This kind of moments really confirme you that you have chosen the man of your life. 

After four hours of driving through landscapes and mountains, you finally arrived at your childhood’s town. You don’t come here more often so you quickly detect what’s new and what disappeared. The sat nav guides you to your family’s manor, out of the city. Alex parks the car behind you father’s luxuries cars, turns off the car and you both stay quiet, looking at the house you always hated. 

“Wow...”, exclaims Alex after a moment. The front door opens and your parents appear on the porch, dressed up like if they were going to a wedding. They looked happy to see you, or at least, they were good actors. 

“Let’s go”, you sigh, taking a deep breath. You both get out of the car, waving a “hello” while Alexander quickly goes to the boot to take the bags. You parents invited you for a weekend of course. As if that weren't enough...Together, you walk to the entry, hand in hand. Quickly, you introduce your fiance when a maid sneaks in to take your bags inside. Alexander frowns, surprised, and gives it to her even if he wanted to refuse. He’s not really used to this kind of manners...

“Come in”, says your mother who, in passing, doesn’t hesitate to give some comments about your hair and your dress. And so it begins...You pretend you didn’t hear as you enter into the living room. Alexander looks everywhere, probably shocked by the ancient decoration and the stupid animal’s heads your father hanged proudly on the wall. 

“Are you a fan of hunting Mister...?”, starts your father as coming closer to Alex who was admiring, probably to be polite, the trophies. 

“Oh my name’s Skarsgård...but you can call me Alexander sir. Not really a fan, I prefer to walk into the nature than to destroy it”, he answers back and you chuckle, seeing your father frowning. Your parents will probably say that your fiancé his impolite but you don’t care. It amuse you more than anything else. 

During the aperitif, they ask polite questions about him, his family and his job. You see them gulp a couple of few times, mainly when Alex explained that he was a famous actor. A little corner pride smile crosses your face but you hide it behind your glass. You could still hear your mother recommended you to marry a doctor, a surgeon or a politician. “Someone with a good situation”, she had said at that time. 

For the dinner, Maria, the cook, prepared one of your favorite meal. Christmas was coming so she decided to cook a turkey, with a white wine sauce and seasonal vegetables. Many times, Alex praised the meal, the wine, the house,...and you are proud to see that he was doing his best to appear as a good son-in-law. While eating, you take a moment to observe your parent’s reaction so far. And you can undoubtedly say that your father was more open-minded than your mother. He was asking questions about his origins and seemed to like the fact that he was from Scandinavia which is famous for many good reasons. On the contrary, your mother didn't say anything else since the aperitif and kept her lips pursed since then. She was fulminating and you found it amusing.

A delicious dessert followed the dinner. Completely full, you push away your plate, refusing a last wine glass. You almost spent the entire afternoon to eat and drink and you really had enough. By your side, Alexander looked fine, he was used to eat more quantities than you do. After all, he is taller.

Before letting you go upstairs to settle your stuffs, your father proposes a little glass of alcohol to Alex and he gladly accepts. Here we go. They were doing this all the time. Your father will certainly talk to him about you, asks questions about his intentions and engagements towards you. And in the meantime, your mother will talk to you about her reticences. Something she did ten minutes later when you were alone in your teenage room, busy to unpack your things from your bags. Alexander was still in your father’s office and you really hope that he wouldn’t put him off.

“Don’t even try...”, you warn your mother when you catch her waiting at the door frame. She was about to open her mouth. 

“I’m sorry (X/Y) but this guy isn’t made for you. An actor, can you believe it! You could have choose an American at least, not some sort of European”, she exclaims, rising her hands in the air. You sigh and pretend you didn’t hear anything. 

“He’s Swedish mom, he’s Scandinavian”, you correct, looking furiously at her. 

“That’s what I said, he’s a stranger! I don’t want to see my daughter marrying a stranger. He’s not even coming from a famous or noble family. I’m against this union (X/Y). I hope you hear me”.

“Yeah, yeah”, you answer, only half listening to her stupid ideas. It was more serious than you thought. She was deeply crazy. 

“(X/Y) ! Listen to me. I won’t let you ruined your life. You already ruined your career but this time, I will be there to be against your decision to marry that guy”. You don’t let her finish and turn around violently to face her.

“I’m gonna marry Alexander, whether you like it or not. And know what mom ? He might be a “stranger” as you said, but he’s the most respectable people I know on this earth. You are not half the person he is and you’ll never be. So now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to do than to listen to your shit”. All your angry and frustration just went out. It had to happen, she was looking for fight since your arrival. Your mother looks at you, completely shocked. Nobody never dared to talk to her like you did but you don’t care. She closes her mouth and turns around, leaving you alone. She bumps into Alexander on the landing but she doesn’t say anything. When he comes into the room, you tell him all the story and so he does too...

*

3 AM. You sigh as turning you head. You can’t fall asleep and it starts to bother you. If only you could sleep, then the hours will flies and this weekend will be quickly over. Unfortunately, your body and your mind have other plans...Besides you, Alex is deeply asleep. You can tell by the way he breathe, his body going up and down very slowly. 

15 minutes later, your eyes are still wide open. You tried many things to help you like thinking about pleasant things, trying to plan some previous things for the wedding but it didn’t work. Frustrated, you get up and go down in the kitchen to drink a glass of hot milk. Sometimes it helps. At least, you hope so. Silently, you use the staircase, paying attention to where you put your foot cause you don’t want to awake your mother. Once in the kitchen, no need to turn on the lights, the moonlight is enough bright. 

The kitchen didn’t change much in 10 years. Memories of you, eating the delicious cakes that Maria was making secretly for you after school, crosse your mind. A smile even appear on your face. It was the good old days in this house...Sill in the dark, you open the fridge, take the milk and grab a clean glass. You put it in the microwave and wait. The alarm resounds announcing that the milk is ready. The hot liquid flows into your throat and warms you up. 

“Baby, are you alright ?”, says a sleepy voice behind you. You jump as turning around, scared, and almost spill your milk on you and the ground. Alexander, standing at the doorframe, only wearing his boxer, apologize himself.

“Hush...”, you warn him as taking a napkin to clean the mess, “they could hear us. I don’t want to have an other discussion with my mother”. 

“Ok”, he answers back as coming closer to help you. “What’s wrong ? Are you feeling sick ?”.

“No, I’m alright. I just couldn’t sleep. I thought that hot milk could help me”, you explain as taking another sip. You show him the glass, to propose him, and he accepts a sip too. You finish the drink in silence and pose the empty glass in the sink.

“Why can’t you sleep ?”.

“I don’t know”, you sigh as coming in front of him. “I think I’m too irritate because of this...being here, my mom, the discussion we had earlier, and...”.

“Hey...come here...You need to relax love”, he says as turning your body so as to have your back to him. His hands immediately starts to massage your shoulder and you let escape a moan. 

“This is good...”, you whisper as leaning your head forward, enjoying this. For some minutes, Alexander pursues his massage until he comes closer, sucking his body to yours. You shiver when you feel his fingers move apart your hair and his lips on your neck. He knows how much this drive you completely crazy. 

“Alex...”, you whisper but he doesn’t answer. He continues his kiss, his pelvis moving slowly against your bottom. “Alex...”. Still no answer but his hands leaves your shoulder to grab the edges of your very short nightie. 

“Alex...”, you say again, a bit louder this time. 

“Don’t you like it...?”, he says in Swedish. The little bastard also knows how it excites you when he speaks in his native tongue, with his sexy accent. No need a translation to understand what he said. 

“We can’t do...that here”. His hands are now riding up your nightie and caressing the outlines of your ass. You can also feel his member, growning hard, against your back. 

“Why not ?”, impatient you turn round, wrap your arms around his neck and capture his lips for a passionate kiss. His hands leaves your bottom for a moment to take place on your low back.

“This is my parent’s kitchen...”, you reply after breaking the kiss. You stay a moment like that, in each other arms, quiet.

“Well...this could be a good way to take your revenge. Don’t you think ?”. You frown, thinking about this idea. If ever your mother discover it, she would be so upset and angry that you surprinsingly find this idea excellent and exciting. The idea of maybe being caught...You rest your hands on the base of his neck to ask him to lower his head. You kiss him again, harder this time, forcing your tongue to meet his. 

“I take that as a yes...”, he whispers against your lips as gliding his hands along your body, until your bottom. You understand that it is time to jump in his arms. Easily, Alex carries you to the little table situated right next to the kitchen until you sit on it. Then your moves start to become faster and more hurries. You don’t have plenty hours to think or to take your time. It has to be fast and good. 

You open your legs to let Alex come closer. You feel his hard member hitting your intimacy through the fabric and it provokes a good sensation. His kisses leave your lips for your neck, your collarbones as his hands remove your nightie to expose your pussy. You are completely naked under it.

“I love so much this nightie on you...”, he whispers against your skin as he makes you fall over a little bit, to have a god access. Your hands leaves his neck and you quickly find your way to the waistband of his boxer, touching his hard dick through the fabric. Alex moans and in one go, you remove it, exposing his member, proudly erected. He glides his fingers until your wet core and notices how wet your are.

“I knew it would turn you on...”, he jokes as guiding two fingers into you. You moan, holding your scream. When he’s that you are ready, he removes his fingers and pulls down his boxer to be free. Getting ready, you fall over on your lower back, opening your legs as much as possible. 

Alex takes his member in one hand, splits on the other to cover it and slowly guides it in you. In one go, he pushes further, making your cry of pleasure in silence. When he feels that your are ready, he starts to move, in and out, in a regular pace. You gets up a little bit, enough for wrapping your arms around his neck again. And so Alex’s hands leave your hips for your back to keep you into his arms. 

“Oh god...”, he whispers into your ear, feeling your wetness and heat all around his member. His pushes become harder, hitting your spot immediately due to the angle. You bite his shoulder, holding yourself from crying out loud. You hear him laugh, in pure ecstasy as he speeds up his movements into you. Luckily, you succeed to stay quiet and there no sound in the kitchen except your two sweat bodies hitting. 

“I’m close...”, you whisper as holding him tight to prevent you from falling. No need to say it twice, Alex takes it as a code to accelerate the rhythm until you just cum all over him. And 3 minutes later, it happens. In one last push, you feel the pleasure exploding into your lower belly and crossing your body. 

You bite your wrist to not scream his name and when you feel that Alex is close to have his orgasm too, you take his lips to kiss him, to muffle his masculine moans. You feel his hot seed spreading in you while you recover from your orgasm. 

“I love you...”, Alex says, breathless, as taking your hand in his hands to kiss you.

“I love you too...”, you reply after a couple of minutes of cuddling. “We should go back upstairs and try to get some sleep”, 

“What a good idea, naughty girl”, Alex says, with a mocking smirk. You open your mouth, pretending to be shocked and gently tap him on his shoulder.

“You are the one who corrupted me, naughty son-in-law!”. You both laugh in silence. You quickly put your nightie back on and so Alex does the same with his boxer. Cautiously, you go back to your room with a proud smile on your lips. This visit was more exciting than you expected it to be... 

#alexander skarsgård #alex skarsgard #alexander skarsgard imagine #requests done #drabble #alexander skarsgard #alexander Skarsgard x reader #imagine22

[angelkurenai]

Let’s sum things up, from our Bill week, ft. Alexander:

Bill Skarsgard Imagines/One-shots

Imagine running into Bill when you go for a swim in the lake at night.

Imagine Bill having an interview but getting distracted by you when you walk past him.

Imagine going on a road trip with Bill on your first anniversary and him having a surprise for you.

Imagine being a famour actress and dating Bill for a very long time in secret until, during a live stream, he suddenly appears and reveals you are living together.

Imagine Bill rambling about you during interviews and admitting you are his celebrity crush, excited when you go to the premiere of his new movie, not knowing you feel the same and are watching the interview.

Imagine Dean being jealous of your crush on Bill Skarsgard.

Imagine you and Bill letting it slip you are pregnant with twins during an interview.

Bill Skarsgard Long One-shots

Natural - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Part 1

Truly want - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Dirty secret - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Boys - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Ten minutes - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Alexander Imagines/One-shots

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 Long One-shots

Golden couple - Alexander Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

Surprises - Alexander Skarsgard  x Reader

One-Shot

Thank you for your honesty - Alexander Skarsgard x Reader

One-Shot

#the imagines here are pretty long as well #longer than just drabbles for sure #but one-shots are even more long than those #nothing smaller than 2k words I think #bill #bill skarsgard #bill imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #bill x reader #bill skarsgard x reader #bill one shot #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard one shot #bill fanfiction #alexander #alexander skarsgard #alexander x reader #alexander skarsgard x reader #alexander imagine #alexander skarsgard imagine #alexander one shot #alexander skarsgard one shot #alexander fanfiction #alexander skarsgard fanfiction

[emmyrosee]

Miscellaneous Rambles.

PLEASE NOTE! any titles that are starred (”*example*”) are erotica and are not intended for anyone under 18.

Miscellaneous Rambles will be updated as such, as a home for one off fics and fandoms; once I have written enough content for a person or fandom, it will get its own home in the masterlist!

last updated // Jan. 28, 2022

haikyuu!!

fanfics

Black Opium (Osamu Miya angst)

drabbles

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arvin russell

fanfics

*Cookie Dough (smut)*

drabbles

patching him up 

billy hargrove

fanfics

- 

drabbles

*punishment spanks*

taking little!reader to the pool (ddlg tw)

feral kisses 

falling for his polar opposite

*teasing you with a toy*

daddy!billy taking his little trick or treating

peter rumancek

fanfics

Stuck (Fluff)

Ice Cream (Fluff)

drabbles

*aftermath of turning*

marco ilso

fanfics

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drabbles

bff!marco and bff!alex and you

*basic maintenance* (mads)

the other skarsgards

fanfics

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drabbles

threatening to shave the ‘stache (valter)

werewolf au (gustaf & alexander)

learning the rules of the world (alexander)

word jumbles (valter)

*needy reader* (valter)

a child from before (valter)

salty when you beat him at video games (valter)

getting his baby boy to sleep (dad!valter)

needing his snuggles (valter)

*giving him a lapdance* (valter)

binge watching tv (valter)

vikings

fanfics

Monsters (Fluff with dad!ubbe)

drabbles

dad!bjorn teaching his little one to flip pancakes

angsty kisses (hviterk)

ragnar returns home

jealous!ubbe (slight nsfw)

sons of anarchy

fanfics

Fear of God (preview)

drabbles

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the outsiders

fanfics

Hair Gel (Fluff) with Sodapop Curtis

Gentleman (Fluff) with TwoBit Mathews

Back Rubs (Fluff) Dallas Winston

drabbles

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13 reasons why

fanfics

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drabbles

baking cookies (charlie)

*getting him to relax* (clay)

roman x jim x reader

fanfics

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drabbles

when jimmy covers for you

[loliwrites]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#asked #anonymous #alex skarsgard #alex skarsgard drabble #alex skarsgard imagine #alexander skarsgard drabble #alexander skarsgard imagine #naughty al #more alex and addi #angry sex

[fics-not-tragedies]

KINKtober: Day 5

Yes, it’s time for my fav Swede boy 😏

KINK: Outdoor Sex ft. Alexander Skarsgard; As requested by: @penwieldingdreamer​​; Words: 216; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

Your skin was soft, warm, just a faint slick of sweat down your spine and he pushed his hand further under your shirt.

“Don’t you think someone might see us here?” You asked, giving him a look full of questions, but you let him push you against the nearest tree nonetheless.

“I’m not going to stop now, princess” he said, and fisted your shirt, pulling it above your head in one swift movement. When your shirt was finally yanked off, tossed somewhere in the long grass and out of sight, Alex let his mouth wander.

He started slowly at first, leaving gentle kitten-like licks all over your throat and right behind your ear where he nipped at your soft spot making you let out that pornstar moan of yours, the one that made his and yours knees weak: just a little sound with such an impact. Then his hot mouth moved to the side of your neck, licking and biting, making sure you’ll be marked properly.

“Alex, please…” you rasped, feeling how his hands squeezed your breasts through the lacy material of your bra.

“We’re in the middle of a forest princess, no one will see us in here, don’t worry…” he breathed into your ear before nipping at your earlobe.

“Just fuck me already, Alexander!”

#ficsnottragedies kinktober #kinktober 2020 #kinktober 2020 drabble #alexander skarsgard fanfiction #alexander skarsgard fanfic #alexander skarsgard fic #alexander skarsgard imagine #alexander skarsgard drabble #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #imagine #drabble #alexander skarsgard/reader #alexander skarsgard x reader #as:drabble

[halfway-happyyy]

Bright Eyes

AN: hello friends! this is a little something i came up with using this lovely moodboard by the ever-talented @flowers-in-your-hayr . this is also in celebration of her hitting 650+ followers! congratulations my dear, you are a light and deserve all of the love.

warnings: this piece is under the cut because it delves heavily into pregnancy and babies!

The changes were somewhat slow to note in the beginning.

There had been intense morning sickness throughout the first trimester; nausea on a level she had never fathomed before. It had been so terrible that some days the only task she could muster successfully was peeling herself from her duvet to stand beneath a near-scalding shower, arms braced against the glossy, tiled walls and chest heaving under the duress of the waves roiling deep in her belly.

Sleep, when she could come by it, was an absolute reprieve that came fast and all-consuming for her.

And then one morning- a couple of weeks shy of her third trimester, she had been standing naked and dripping in front of the fogged mirror in their on-suite washroom, when she noticed as if for the first time, the burgeoning bump of her belly. She watched the rounded curve of the life form growing inside of her with a hungry, fascinated gaze.

“Good morning baby,” Alexander had appeared behind her suddenly, his warm hands reaching around her front to caress the growing bump. He dropped to his knees to press a series of tender kisses to the taut skin there. “You be kind to your mama today, hm? She's been having a bit of a rough go of it lately…” Rising to stand, he reached for the stick of Shea butter balm, removed the cap, and began to roll it over her stomach in soothing circles. She had grown self-conscious of the opaque lines that had started to grow on her belly in the months leading up to their child's birth but he remained steadfast in his utter adoration and admiration for her and what her body was doing for them, regardless. “How are you feeling today, gorgeous girl?”

She had considered the question carefully; mulled over each possible answer in her mind and sighed softly, opting for the truth. “I'm tired today, Alex.” And she was. She had known that they were approaching the tail-end of this whirlwind adventure. Knew that in the next few months their baby would be earth-side with them, knew in her heart how quickly time would pass until then.

He smiled down at her, his azure blue eyes glassy and utterly empathetic. “I'm sure you are. I have two meetings in the city today, and then I'm all yours for the next couple of weeks. What do you say we grab dinner out tonight?”

A small sigh of relief before her lips curved up into a half smile. “I'd say you got yourself a date, Skarsgård.”

And then there was the moment she had woken up from a dead sleep three weeks before she gave birth. A slick sheen of perspiration covered every square inch of her body as she fought for a proper breath, and Alexander- bless his heart, in his sleep-heavy state had assumed that this was it. He had leapt out of bed, hand poised around the leather handle of the diaper bag next to his night side table. It, of course, wasn't it- rather she had been the victim of a nightmare of such terror that she could not begin to explain, or quantify, but that had shaken her to her very core. She was gripped with a fear the likes of which she had never felt before or since. It was a palpable, ugly thing that sidled itself inside her chest and caused tears to rush in rivers down her cheeks. All Alexander could do was hold her tight and rock her until the heaving stopped, the seemingly bottomless well of saltwater behind her eyes dry for the time being.

“What on earth is going on, kid?”

She had taken a deep breath, her eyes felt as if someone had dried them with sheets of sandpaper. “I'm scared, Alex.”

He clicked his tongue and held her ever tighter to his chest. “Of course you are. Of course you are. That's completely normal, my love.”

She trembled violently beneath him. “I need to feel like I'm not going to fuck this child up somehow… I need to know I'm going to be okay at this.”

Alexander pressed his lips to her temple, his warm breath as it fanned out over her face helped to quell her panic somewhat. “You're going to be okay at this,” He rubbed reassuring circles into the small of her back. “We're going to be okay at this. Together. We're going to make mistakes- that's a given. But there’s no way this child won't know love. Because it lives right here with us.”

One Monday morning, about a week prior to giving birth, she had found herself admiring the finishing touches to their nursery. A wooden rocking chair- possibly her most favourite part of the room, stood unsuspecting in the corner next to the open window. It was cracked to help the heady scent of fresh paint dissipate and she held her arms a little tighter to herself to ward off the early morning May breeze. A brand-new bookshelf was already chockful with material- titles ranging anywhere from The Very Hungry Caterpillar, to Where the Wild Things Are, to The Little Book of Fika- stood next to the rocking chair. Adorning the top of the shelf were photographs from their maternity shoot, some framed sonograms and a bear-shaped lamp. The walls had been washed in a soft beige, with Alexander insisting on some kind of fun decal- a tall tree and a rainbow helped to spruce up the adjacent accent wall. The whimsical plush animals of their baby’s mobile swayed gently in the breeze and she smiled to herself again. Reaching for the radio next to the crib, she flicked it on and braced herself against the wooden railing to stretch. Everybody Wants to Rule the World had come on and she dropped her head back and began to dance to the calming sway of the song. Regrettably, she hadn’t done much of it all during her pregnancy, but it felt necessary and wonderful to be as connected as possible to the little light inside of her before they were separated for good.

“Whatcha doing there, mama?”

Not noticing her sudden company until he had made himself known, she splayed her hands around her bump and beamed up at Alexander from his perch in the doorway. “I’m dancing this baby out, papa.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Her smile grew tenfold. “We’d love that.”

Alexander closed the short distance and wrapped himself around her; the velvet-soft rust coloured sweater that he had chosen for the day reminded her of the miniscule onesie tucked away in the dresser a few feet away. She leaned into his touch, letting his embrace warm the pair of them wholly. “Are you ready?” She murmured, after a while.

“Not even remotely,” He confirmed. “But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

Their baby girl arrived early in the morning of the twenty-first of May. At about six pounds thirteen ounces, she was almost incomprehensively small but easily the most beautiful creature they had ever laid eyes on. She fit nearly perfectly in the palm of Alexander’s hands and came complete with ten miniscule fingers and toes. Her eyes, when they were open, were a breathtaking hue of blue- one of the countless things her papa had bestowed her. A name had been elusive to them until they were in the comfort of their own home, her tiny frame swallowed up by an expert swaddle, and tucked easily inside the crook of Alexander’s forearm. “Well, what do you think kid?” He peered down at her, his eyes tired, but alight with a fire she had become familiar with in the days after their baby's arrival.

“I think it’s a beautiful name, Alex.”

He cleared his throat and blinked back a couple of tears as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter. “Welcome to the world, Maja Elizabeth Skarsgård. We love you endlessly already.”

And he had been right all along, of course.

It was never going to be easy and sleep was never going to be readily available again. They were going to screw up somewhere down the line. But to be blissfully hopeful for the future and for their family was easy- because love lived there.

#tw: pregnancy #650followers #flowers-in-your-hayr #pregnancy #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgard x reader #alexander skarsgard imagine #alexander skarsgard drabble #fluff #drabble #writing #alex sstuff

[shhhhhskars]

living with alexander would include..

alex waking up to cook you a big breakfast when you’re hung over.

going on late night drives.

heavy, pressing make out sessions before bed.

him waking up before you on sundays. you waking up to him cleaning the house with soft music playing and...is he humming?

he actually likes to do laundry. and he takes great pride in choosing your fabric softener.

him throwing you one of his shirts after you both get out of the shower, because he likes to see you in them.

big dinners at stellan’s house and holiday parties. they’re never over the top but always extremely well put together and a rush.

(you’re convinced you meet at least five new family members at each party, hands down, everytime)

video chatting and random facetime conversations when he’s away filming. you miss him more than you can imagine but he always reminds you that closeness is never about proximity.

#alexander skarsgard imagine #alexander tings #askarsedit #bill skarsgard drabble #alexanderskarsgard oneshot #alexander skarsgard writing #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgard drabble #fan fic #one shot #drables #alexdrabbles #skarsgard x reader #skarsgard head canons #hcs #headcanons #alex skarsgard

[ill-skillsgard]

do you have any writing with alexander s in it??? would love to read

I have written very little for Alexander, unfortunately. I don't particularly fancy him, although I appreciate his acting skills and think he's a fox. Anything involving him will be tagged under Alex S Stuff or Alexander Skarsgard imagine/fanfiction. Sorry, babez. Bill and V are my boys and I pretty much only write for them these days.

#answered #alex s stuff #alexander skarsgard imagine #alexander s stuff #alexander skarsgård drabble #alexander skarsgard fanfiction

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Tuesday

Prompt From This List

Alexander Skarsgard

“You know what I want.” You whisper in the tall Swede’s ear. You have to stand on the absolute tips of your toes, but you manage.  Alexander chuckles huskily. “And who am I, my dear, to deny you.” He murmurs. He leans in and places a kiss onto your shoulder. “But we’ll have to be careful, this is our party, after all.” He smirks widely. “People will understand, just come with me.” You cooe. “Very well.” Alexander musses.

You take him by the hand and lead him off to the rest rooms. 

“You naughty, naughty woman.” Alexander murmurs, locking the restroom door behind him. “I thought you know by now.” You send him a smirk. “Of course I do.” He chuckles.  He backs you up against the wall and gathers the skirt of your wedding dress around your waist. “Nice knickers.” He says jokingly. “Shut up and fuck me.” You hiss. “Yes, ma’am.” Alexander chuckles softly. 

His massive body leans against your as you fumble with his belt and zipper. He grinds against your hands. He is already fully hard.  You fish him from his boxers and give him a languid jerk. Alexander groans deeply. “Fuck, I want you so badly.” He groans. “Then have me.” You reply.

Alexander lifts you by your thighs and thrusts forward. He does not breach your core of first try, but it does not matter. He grinds against your clit and you moan lustfully. He manages on the third try. “Oh yes, yes, fuck me baby.” You moan, digging your nails into the cloth of his jacket. Alexander groans wickedly and begins to absolutely plough you.

All the while your wedding guests are none the wiser. 

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IMAGINE #21 - The Beach

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

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

Pairing : Alexander Skarsgård x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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